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    Float your boat Esclabor gave Sidney a sceptical look, the man somewhat uncertain of Sidney's seafaring prowess. "Sitting on your dad's lap and playing with the wheel doesn't really fill me with confidence. You won't have anyone to bail you out if things go sour. If you make a mistake, we're all dead." he remarked, giving a disappointed shrug. "... but we don't really have many options. If you're certain you can do it, you might be our best pick, but speak to Ceirch first. He at least knows the waters around Wyke, if he fills you in on any tricky parts you might be able to plot a course. Living on an island really has its drawbacks." "We can do a brief sweep before we set off, Charlotte." Decima replied, far more enthused than Esclabor. "I can ask Accolon to help too, he'd be a real help. With all four of us, we'd be able to cover far more. If we're lucky he might even know the area between Deira and Wyke." - Repair Job "Someone say repair? I could get behind that too!" Vesta pitched in, her hand twitching as it reached at her tool-belt. She almost realised what she was doing, instead extending her hand to Suleiman. "Surprised I didn't bump into you sooner, baldy, I didn't think anyone else would be interested in stuff like that. I'm Vesta, one of Esclabor's mercenaries. The ballista from the battle? That was me, I do all the repair work on it myself... it's gonna need a few tweaks after what I put it through, but I'm sure we'll get along great! I've never had a chance to work with a professional blacksmith, I'm getting ideas already!"
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    The crew had managed to gather enough of a team to get a volleyball game going, all that was left was to decide how to divide them into teams. Chris' display was enough to demonstrate the difference in ability between the young novices and the more experienced adults. Makoto had been defenseless against such prowess. They'd either have to split the teams fairly, learn quickly... or face utter defeat. It may have only been a game, but there was no excuse for Tarquin to give it his all. He'd be trying something entirely new, like fried chicken or a strange arcade game, the only difference was that Nikolai wasn't there to stumble through the experience with him. This time it'd be Makoto along for the ride, the two weren't really interchangeable but the absence of Nikolai still lingered on his mind. "Volleyball's a team game, Makoto, we shall have to find a way to familiarise ourselves with the game whilst integrating within the team." Tarquin replied, his mind recalling both Bill's advice and Chris' demonstration. "Throwing a ball is something I am familiar with, however, striking the ball as required is something that may prove more difficult." Bill laughed, patting Tarquin on the head firmly, catching the boy somewhat off guard. "Ambitious little tyke, don't think about it too hard, your noggin'll burn out otherwise. Just try and get the direction right, you don't need to put too much welly into it at your stage, a good pozzy is more important." he laughed, looking over at Makoto. "If your feet are in the right place, you can't go much wrong. Toss the ball up, I'll show you tykes what this ocker can do."
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    Later the same day - Village Port Sea bound Despite the loss of Angus, Owen's group continued towards their goal - Wyke was suffering under the tyranny of Deira with each passing day. However, with no means of reaching the island reclaiming the country would be no easy task. Thankfully, their search of the village had proved fruitful. The village had been mostly destroyed during the battle, but the battle had not ventured too far to the east. A wooden dock stuck out into the sea, with a collection of wooden huts surrounding it at shore. There wasn't a soul to be seen, not on the dock or on any of the ships at it. There were only three ships present, all of them sporting Deiran colours, all of which seemed functional but again, completely unmanned. The first was little more than a longboat, nowhere near large enough to carry Owen's forces. The other two were substantially larger, one a caravel and the other an even bigger cargo vessel. The caravel was easily a good thirty feet long, although it would be a tight squeeze with all of their mounts. "Seems pretty convenient if you ask me. Either we're being suckered into a trap or Deira thought they could use the port." Esclabor commented, walking alongside Owen as the group reached the dock. The Baron hadn't said much after dealing with Angus and his complaints had been minimal. "We're going to struggle with the larger boats, nobody's really had much experience with ships. Ceirch's old man was a sailor, it might be worth asking him how much he can do." There were still no signs of Tarasque's forces, not even a messenger to relay information. Decima hesitated for a moment, sheepishly approaching Sidney. "Do you think some of us should go scout out the area? Me and my sisters aren't very good with boats... I'm not sure how much use we'll be getting back home." Sort out your boat and crew! If it doesn't happen IC, it doesn't happen at all!
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    It appeared that circumstance had decided that Tarquin would be playing volleyball after all. It wasn't as though he were opposed to the idea, he needed to try and free himself from his own mind, even if it was only going to be for a few hours. Upon closer inspection, the game of volleyball wasn't too dissimilar from chess or from battle. Physical capabilities would have to be matched with psychological warfare to create openings... perhaps this was why people took such an interest in team sports. He would be at a disadvantage from a technical point of view, he would need time until his superior learning ability could kick in. "It would be a suitable opportunity to experience beach-time recreation, as well as competing against crew members in sport." Tarquin muttered, still pondering the new angle he'd been granted regarding the game. "I would very much be interested in partaking in such a game. I've never played it before, but I am willing to try." - "That's me, William Taylor, but Bill's less of a mouthful. Not exactly the star of the show, but I'm more than happy to sweep some floors on the side!" he laughed, his gaze setting on Brant. Brant Abrams, reasonable hygeine habits, a good adherence to correctly selecting bins for trash... notorious for having multiple people in his room. Bill couldn't hold too much against him, he was a victim of a nasty space gremlin infestation. He was glad that the others had convinced Brant to join in with the merriment - he was giving off a defeated aura that needed dispelling. Bill gave Brant a friendly pat on the back, giving the pilot a grin as Chris dragged him along. "Give the ball a bash or two, you'll be grinning like a shot fox before you know it." he added, wondering if his own telephonic powers would help his game at all. "Mind you, you'll have to earn a victory. The ankle-biters look mighty fired up, even I'm spoiling for a good smack around."
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    Reluctant Gratitude Aurelio's face was rather telling of his opinion, the man looked almost ill from the cultists' cooking. "I'm almost tempted to agree with Clip-Clop on this one, this is probably the worst meal I've ever had... but at least it's something in my stomach." he added, bracing himself to continue his meal. Barry and Paul were enjoying themselves though. Through their own unique brand of lateral thinking, they'd split an onion between them and submerged each piece into their bowls. "Damn... if this gives me the shits I might have to take that back. I guess caves don't make good kitchens." "This dinner is perhaps one of the better ones, although I do believe that more earth worms would have made it a better dish." Raum laughed, twirling his spoon in his bowl. "I jest of course, we ran out of earth worms two weeks ago... we've been using slugs instead. That and many of our best chefs fell to the hands of Malaphar and his allies roughly a month ago. It is rather fortunate that I am still with us... otherwise the food may be far worse." His macabre remarks very much faded into the background after Alain's slaying blow to Astaroth's complaints. The room had gone silent, all eyes were on Alain.
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    The Show Goes On "Leave Angus to me, Prince Owen. We can't really afford to linger around for a proper ceremony. Wyke needs its rightful ruler, we all need you to stand strong. We can find to do him justice once we've settled the score with Deira. I'll go find a shovel, you should go take a breather." Esclabor requested, looking down at the fallen knight. He shook his head, muttering something under his breath. "If he'd gotten you, then things would be a lot more complicated for all of us. It had to be someone, and Angus chose for himself. Blame the nutjob with the explosives, none of us saw it coming. We need to find ourselves a boat back to Wyke. It's worth sitting down with Ceirch and seeing what the best approach is. Deira's probably stormed the north, the west coast might be an option." Esclabor started making his way towards one of the huts, his eyes darting around the building's exterior. "I'm going to find a shovel. We should probably leave some troops in the village to keep an eye on things. I have a feeling Tarasque is going to focus on fighting Deira rather than protecting a village by the coast, these people have suffered enough." The people of the village were slowly starting to venture out of their homes, cautious after the chaotic battle. Many hurried towards the destroyed houses, groups weeping at the loss of their fellow villagers. The orphanage Claire had demolished was gathering attention in particular, the devestation among the crowd was clearly visible - all eyes were on Nelon and Constance in their search. "Oh? Freya? I suppose I should do that sooner" Nona replied, gently releasing Decima. She looked over at Sidney, reaching for the staff at her own belt. Nona approached Sidney, her staff bathing her in a healing light. "You should rest, Sidney... it can't be easy having been so close to it all." SKIP HAPPENING WITHIN THE NEXT DAY, ACTIVITY IS PREFERABLE.
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    Dank Dinner Time passed, possibly to the evening, it was difficult to tell whilst underground, especially with a storm brewing outside. The Belial's dining hall was little more than a wooden table inside a hollowed out cavern - a recurring theme within the settlement. The number of cultists present was relatively low, there were perhaps a dozen or so robed individuals, Kelbara and Raum included. The table was laid with crude clay bowls, sporting something that resembled either a casserole or an incredibly thick broth. The group had been left an entire end of the table for themselves, the cultists appeared rather set on sitting with their own kind. All of Cass' group were accounted for, except for Hiero. After his escapades with Duman, he'd slinked away, keeping to himself. "Maybe he doesn't really want to sit with people who... uh... cut his hand off?" Graham suggested, keeping his voice down as soon as he noticed Kelbara's satisfied smirk. "I hope he's not causing any more trouble, I don't want to think what they might punish him with next." Aurelio yawned, disinterested in the talk of their foolish ally. "Serves him right for being a mooncalf, if you're going to be an idiot about things, you need to be able to back it up with something. These dress-wearing loons might look like a bunch of pansies, but I'm not gonna go around trying to start a fight if I don't need to." "Aptly put, you certainly demonstrate your principles well." Sebastian remarked, looking down at his bowl. "As pleasant as it is to receive a meal I have not prepared, I may have to insist that I partipate in the process if we are to dine here further."
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    Sand, water... Tarquin would have been convinced he were at a coast if he hadn't known he was in the middle of the desert. The ANF certainly had funds to spare if they could create an artificial beach in addition to their plethora of military projects. The outing hadn't exactly been his decision, but openly disobeying Command directly was too bold a move to make at this stage. Even if it were time off, Tarquin still didn't feel like he could rest - recent events were still very much on his mind. Apotheosis wouldn't be taking a day off from their schemes, and Nikolai's rest was as forced as his own. Tarquin watched curiously as Buck ran towards the water, it would be expected for most people within their age group. Perhaps he'd be able to feel like that one day, his own mind wasn't quite as willing to distract itself with a day at the beach. Beach fashion was completely lost on Tarquin, a pair of swim shorts and a plain t-shirt were the most he could manage. "Makoto? I'm fine, the beach isn't exacly a location that I am familiar with..." Tarquin replied, his mind returning to reality from his internal contemplation. "I've never been to one before so I'm not exactly sure what people do normally. If volleyball is a regular beach activity, it would make sense to partake in it. Mister Taylor educated me on the rules of the game before we left this morning, although the techniques and tactics required may take further time for me to comprehend." - Bill stepped out of the changing rooms, sniffing the air and letting out a satisfied sigh. The beach reminded him of home, it had been years since he'd had a chance to let loose on a beach. Admittedly, this one wasn't exactly authentic, but it made a valiant effort at creating a good atmosphere. The crew had a chance to get away from the seriousness of the battles they'd faced, Bill could think of a good few people who definitely needed a break. The kids, the captain, Elaine... they'd all been under a lot of pressure recently, now would be a good time for them to unwind and return to their challenges with a fresh face. It would be good for himself too. Bill wasn't exactly the brainiest cabbage in the field or particularly important on the ship, but the beach was his domain. Swimming, surfing, volleyball... they were as natural as breathing to him. There was a small gathering of people looking to get started with volleyball. The blonde girl in particular seemed incredibly keen, although something seemed a little off about her, almost like she was someone else entirely. He approached the group, giving a jovial wave before crossing his muscular arms. "If you've got space for one more, this ocker wouldn't say no to some volleyball or air ping pong. Haven't had a real chance to play since high school. Coach said I shouldn't gone for one of the college teams, real shame that my noggin wasn't the college type!"
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    Deeper Waters Uuliinyagaantsetseg looked rather unsettled by the lake, her chief's desire to test its nature putting more doubt into her mind about the Belialists. Her eyes focused on the arrow's tip, her mind anticipating a terrible fate to it. "Chief, please... allow me to peform such a dangerous test, what if there were to..." she began, stretching her arm out as her chief threw caution to the wind. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach, no good could come from such a bold act. The tip of the arrow dipped below the surface, the projectile's shaft remaining intact for the time being. Seconds passed without anything happening. However, there was a subtle swirling motion from within the pool, a pattern too sporadic to simply be the flow of water. Something brushed against the arrows tip, the water rippling around it - there was definitely something living below its surface. Fine Dining "Weakness isn't always a bad thing, my friend... everyone is vulnerable in one regard or another." Raum replied, watching as Astaroth browsed the shelves. The remaining volumes were as perhaps expected, dark scriptures all surrounding the topic of Belial. "You may struggle reading some of Lord Belial's teachings. Unless you have pledged your soul to him, the words will appear as nothing but strange symbols and markings. Perhaps it is for the best, you may not like what you would see. If you are done browsing, we can certainly find your allies... although I can imagine all writing may be difficult for them to comprehend." Teacher Preacher Graham watched in horror as Alain demonstrated his manipulation of the shadow, the man playing with the darkness as if it were a ball of clay. Alain wasn't an ordinary wizard, he was frighteningly adept with his powers. "If the magic is sentient, doesn't that mean it might not listen to the person who casts it?" Graham asked, trying to determine if Cass' desires to wield it would backfire on her. He let out a sigh of relief as Cass promised to take it slowly, the last thing he wanted to see was her being claimed by a swirling pool of evil and dragged to the underworld. "Not quite, Master Graham. Rather than a disobedience, it would likely present as unwieldy... unless the Princess were to attempt something particularly adept." Sebastian suggested, watching Alain's display intently. "It appears that teaching should also be added to your list of talents, Sir Duhamel. Perhaps it was another ability granted to you by Belial?"
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    Elderly Care Nelon watched carefully as Constance returned to her feet, his hands poised to catch her again in case of another fall. He didn't have an answer for her question, was there much one could do in a situation like this? He nodded his head sympathetically, more dedicated than before to try and find a survivor. "Allow me to continue the search, I shall double my efforts in hope there are survivors." he affirmed, kneeling down to continue their attempted rescue. "You do these poor children a great service. Despite your advanced years, you push your body to its limits to aid them, I cannot allow such effort to be in vain." Dead End Serge began to sweat, there didn't seem to be much he could do to make Claire feel any better about this situation. Of course, he needed to let her process it. Any great hero would have been able to see that time was the best approach to this dilemma. "I understand, Miss Claire. It must be harder for you since you knew him so well." Serge replied, bowing his head gently. The death toll was huge, people were dying around him on a regular basis. Was this the burden that Serge had to carry? He couldn't bring any people back, but he could do his best to keep those around him alive. "I'm only one man, but I'm going to do all I can to help Prince Onio-... Owen. If I can keep the people of Angelcynn safe, I'll use every ounce of power I have... it's not fair, but we can't let good people like Angus and the villagers here suffer because of war." Even Serge almost believed what he'd just said, he'd never felt so passionate about fighting in his entire life. What kind of great hero was the original Serge? He must have been a man of legends, he made Steve seem like a loser hung up on impressing women.
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    Talia smiled weakly, nodding her head as Thorvald dismissed his daughter's suggestion. Even if it was just a childish suggestion, it definitely made him look uncomfortable. Was even joking about something like that too disgusting for him? Did the very thought of her existing in a space near him make Thorvald back away? He was probably just as surprised by his daughter's statement as she was, she had to be overthinking this hypothetical rejection... right? Talking with children wasn't that much easier than adults, gone were the times that she could relate to them, now all she could do was try and hide her numerous shortcomings from prying eyes. Thorvald knew how much of a loser she was, Holly figuring out would be one of many nails in her psychological coffin. Thankfully, Holly had remained blissfully ignorant of the unsettling feeling that both Talia and Thorvald seemed to share. This was her chance, if she could redirect the conversation she could put herself in a more favourable light. "I'd agree with you normally, Holly. Boys, especially young ones can be really bad." Talia replied, giving off an air of expertise - she'd seen more than enough media to understand the male mindset. "When they get older, they're a bit more like your dad. Some of them stop being stupid and start listening instead of shouting. My older brother was never mean or took my toys, he listened and played the way I wanted to." T-1, the thought of him was nostalgic. It was a different time and place, the world was a lot less complicated from within her cage of a home. Talia still wasn't certain if it had hindered her development or simply protected her from the outside world, there were valid cases for both. Regardless of the answer, it had been an easier existence, at least for the beginning of it. Even if she were a teenager and Holly were a child, it was a reminder of how things used to be.
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    I'd like to thank everyone for their dedication and applications. To fit with the theme of the RP, the actual roleplaying will begin at the start of the next academic year for Japanese schools. Unfortunately, we've just missed the entrance ceremony, I look forward to seeing you all in April 2019! April Fools
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    Everyone so far has been accepted, I'd ideally like to get to a dozen players but we'll see how things go.
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    Just a reminder for those picking the numbers with a + with them. That number doesn't go into one stat and a 11+3, it means that you need to allocate a 3 in another stat if you want to use the 11 in one. So if you put the 11 in say Agility, you need to have another stat as 3 for it to work.
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    You all should have seen it coming when Richard Nixon was a super hero. Yo, one thing I've noticed on SF is that high school themed RP's don't really seem to go anywhere, whether because of a lack of planning or GM dedication. However, I've decided to release a pet project I've been working on for a few months with the second best GM on the site, SnakeMomMelissa. Whilst clearly inspired by the plethora of anime set in high schools, we're pretty convinced that our setting is able to stand on its own two feet without being too derivative. History Premise The current year is 2012, with the plot's focus being on Jyoudan Highschool in the Nerima ward of New Age Tokyo. The school itself wouldn't stand out at first glance, its grade averages are only slightly above average and the school has not produced any remarkable individuals. However, for the last three years, the admission process has been slightly unusual. As well as accepting regular applications, a select number of potential students are sent letters of invitation - even if they hadn't considered applying. Many attribute this to the school attempting to head-hunt, but there are rumours that they have an agenda when selecting students. In this RP, you will be playing one of these invited students... or a total normy if you really want! The RP will begin shortly before homeroom of the first day of school and for convenience purposes, all players will be placed in the same class. However, as those with a reading comprehension greater than a five year old's or a short-sighted dragon, the caveat is that everyone invited has some sort of untapped ability or super power. The structure of the RP will mostly be a freeform play by post ordeal, but there will be a stat based system for combat and mechanical decisions. However, from a gameplay point of view, I'm not going to reveal said system to avoid people trying to powergame or min-max. I will be accepting as many applications as possible to try and recreate the feel of a fully sized class, the remaining students will be NPC's. Also as a first, I am accepting any entry given, although there may be minor adjustments that are required to stop anything from being too broken. Even if I've turned you down from a previous RP, you'll have a spot here! Character Creation
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    Chumps who type in not-black or use tildes. You know who you people are.
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    He was reading her like a book, there was no chance that Talia could convince someone like Thorvald that she occupied a role in her existence other than being a complete and utter failure. Was he trying to help her, or was this a public humiliation that she deserved? She could feel cold sweat across her back as he smiled at her, what was he going to do? Her heart was racing, she could feel her stomach churning, this man was a master of psychological torture and he made it seem so natural. There was a bried escape from her torment as his daughter approached her, was this a team effort? Did they even realise what they were doing? She'd been trained to sniff out weakness, the child could have been primed to attack at her weakest moment... Or it was just a child saying hello, as the seconds passed it became quite clear she'd overthought the encounter, just a little too much. Talia let out a sigh of relief, followed by a nervous laugh. Maybe the entire world wasn't out to get her? It was so easy to see everything as an attack if one was always on the defense. Holly was just a little girl, a completely normal non-genetically modified little girl without a sadistic agenda. Stuff like that only existed in horror movies. "I... possibly... " she began, sniffing as she tried to avoid another torrent of tears. Live with them, was this girl so innocent as to accept a total stranger into her life so easily? What was the source of this nondiscriminatory It was another act of kindness that she hadn't seen coming, Parallels ran with when she'd been accepted aboard the Heion Riese. It was so sudden, could she really do something like that? Was she going to become a big sister, or was this another dastardly scheme by Thorvald... was his wife getting too old for his tastes, perhaps he looking for a replacement? It was another irrational thought process that she would have to endeavour to fight against, nobody was even making her anxious, she was doing it to herself. Besides, it was just a child's whimsical fantasy, nothing more. "Having a big sister can be fun too, I got along really well with my big brother and he was only a boy." Talia replied, deciding she'd enter Holly's game rather than panic about becoming Thorvald's concubine. Holly was far more pleasant than T-4 could possibly be, she didn't even have to try to be likeable. Her anxiety was slowly subsiding as the exchange continued - normally the complete opposite occurred when she tried to partake in conversation. "If you're lucky your dad might find a little sister for you too. I think he's good at looking for things."
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    The fact that Makoto had direction was relatively comforting, at least there was someone else who knew what they wanted to do. The talk of soccer and teams felt incredibly civilian, perhaps it was a world he could one day take part in. His mind tended to go in circles in conversations like these, oscilating between striving for his own existence and acceptance of his controlled existence. Sometimes he wished that he'd make up his mind which reality he was going to exist in, but rational thinking wasn't the only factor influencing his thoughts. The human mind was far more complicated than his studies had let on, he'd have to save that question for another day. Keeping Makoto alive would let him achieve his dream, and that was good enough for Tarquin. "I've watched matches involving Japan's national team, the results were unfortunate. I'm certain there are enough crew members to create a full game, but the number of individuals interested would be another matter. " Tarquin remarked, getting up from the simulator's seat. He'd had enough of trying to prevent a virtual Nikolai's death, Makoto had motivated him to get up and visit the living one. "We can commence training later this afternoon, I'd like to visit Nikolai first, there's some presents from the mall I would like him to have." Whether not Nikolai would be able to use any of them in the near future was up for debate, but he wanted to at least see him again. He wasn't entirely sure where his future would take him, but his friends were motivation enough to strive for a better future. He took a few steps towards the exit and stopped. "When the war's over, I want to go see a soccer game. All three of us. Me, you and Nikolai, we'll watch it together." Tarquin declared, turning his head back slightly towards Makoto. "I'm buying three tickets and I don't want to sit next to an empty seat."
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    Velvet Embrace Graham wasn't particularly happy watching Cass embrace the embodiment of evil, but this Malaphar seemed even worse than Belial. If she could cast magic, surely that would help even the odds? Alain's explanation was totally lost on him, he couldn't even understand all the words the diplomat was saying. Magic was something clearly beyond him, he never was much of an academic. He scratched his head, making an attempt to at least keep up with the conversation. Sebastian, however, was keeping up with the pace of it all, as well as formulating a few queries of his own. "Quite the tutorial, Sir Duhamel, but I must ask... if natural magic draws power from both the user and the natural order, where does that leave one trying to cast in the name of Belial." Sebastian asked, intrigued by the impromptu lesson being giving. "Another interesting concept is the form that you must assign such a spell, I'd imagine it would take quite the imagination." Written Fate Raum let out a dry laugh, a single tone that could have been mistaken as a cough as much as it could be considered a laugh. "What if she decides that you are but another obstacle to remove? To cast away once you have outlived your usefulness." Raum suggested jovially, raising a finger at his morbid idea. Peering over Astaroth's shoulder, Raum's enjoyment only continued as he read Astaroth's notes. "So exciting... I wonder when these will come to fruition. Challenging fate is difficult when you submit yourself to a deity, wouldn't it be heresy to go against the scripted events to come?" The book's grim messages remained unchanged, the statements repeated over and over across every page. The words glared back at him, refusing their reader to challenge them. Black Pool Uuliinyagaantsetseg followed her chief obediently, joining both her and Sylvia to the cult's water source. She remained quiet as the two discussed with events with Hiero and his hand, listening out for their destination. "The answer is not a simple one. It is as the young armoured had said, if we are in their domain, then it becomes difficult to ignore their own rules... but if they are those I cannot agree with, it becomes a situation I do not know how to answer." she added, pausing as they reached the pool. "I feel an unsettling presence, the waters do not flow freely..." she muttered, stepping away from the edge of the pool. "Mother Nature does not grace this place, do these people sustain themselves on such an unsettling source?"
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    Talia's anxiety reached its peak as the elevator doors opened, but Thorvald was thankfully one of the less frightening people she could have come across. He had a small child with him, it was entirely possible that she was his daughter if one took his age into account. Her mind scrambled to create a response, she couldn't just stare back at him blankly, hoping that he were to forget she existed or take pity on her incredibly awkward demeanour. She had a plan or action, she had at least a basic grasp of socialisation. She raised her hand weakly for a timid wave. "Hello... Mister Eriksson, that's me, I'm Talia. I was thinking about getting some fresh air, being indoors all the time makes me a little stir crazy." she replied, trying to convince herself much as she was Thorvald. She flinched, if she told him that she was going out to town, then she might actually have to do it... she couldn't chicken out if she forced herself into a corner. There had to be a happy middle-ground she could take. "But I was out quite late last night, town might be too far... I might just take a walk outside the ship." she added hastily, knowing too well her plan was going to backfire on her. Thorvald's child had retreated behind her father, could she smell the fear that Talia carried everywhere she went? Could even a child tell how lame and pathetic she was? She'd only met her a couple of seconds ago and she was already being judged, it was just like with everyone else. "I-... is she your daughter? I always wanted a little sister... but I only had brothers... what's her name?" It was disgusting to even think of T-4 as a sibling, he was a little leech that continued to sap away at her life. He was nothing like T-1, even if they were genetically closer than any siblings, T-4 was the person she wanted to avoid sharing any sort of kinship or proximity with. Thorvald's daughter invoked a nostalgia within her, the researchers used to bring their children to come and play with Talia. With all her toys and designated important, the other children always made a substantial effort to befriend her - either for their own satisfaction or at the request of their scientific parents. She wasn't quite sure when they stopped coming, it had been a gradual process that she only recognised had completed in her teenage years. Would having people around made her life any better? At least she wouldn't have been as lonely. She let out a sigh, trying to force a smile so she could avoid frightening her any further.
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    Lost Heaven The explosion had drawn forth many members of Owen's group, the sense of uneasiness and morbid curiosity a constant throughout them all. Decima and Nona looked at each other for a few moments, the younger sibling's eyes welling up as she took comfort in her sister's arms. Nona patted Decima on the head gently, looking solemnly at Owen. There was a mature acceptance to her expression, but that didn't stop her eyes from producing tears. Esclabor slowly approached Owen, looking down as he clambered over Angus' dead body. He too wore a grim expression, but had remained more composed than perhaps expected. "Kearney... I swore you were invincible. As much as I thought you'd probably go get yourself killed... maybe I was hoping you'd have been invincible all along." Esclabor muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth. "You saved the Prince... I bet you didn't even think about your chances of surviving." Steve approached Claire, looking over at Angus. There was no chance anybody could survive a blast like that, whoever this Angus was must have been important. He was oddly tranquil, he'd spent the last three weeks completely terrified, had he gone numb? With everyone so distraught, Steve came to a realisation. In times like this, people didn't need the stuttering Steve... they needed Serge Mozzarella. If he was going to be useful, he couldn't be Steve anymore. There was no Steve, only Serge. "Miss Claire, I don't... Miss Constip-... Constance, she can't heal things like that." Serge lamented, giving Claire some space in her grieving. Serge had just about seen what had happened, enough to gather what kind of person Angus was. "He saved the Prince, it's like an instinct for someone like him... but that doesn't make it any less painful." Elderly Care Nelon's digging paused as Constance collapsed, the knight's attention drawn away from the futile search for life. "Elder, are you alright? Please, do not exert yourself... to heave such rubble is strenuous work, rest and allow me to continue." Nelon reassured, offering a hand to help raise Constance back to her feet. Despite her age, the woman had attempted to try and help the trapped children, it was a noble act that Nelon couldn't ignore. "Even if there is one... they deserve a chance at survival."
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    Bedtime Story "Perhaps you would prefer something with more pictures, my friend? The words don't seem to be to your liking." Raum suggested, having remained eerily silent for an unknown amount of time. He approached Astaroth, offering him a withered quill in one hand and a pitch black inkpot in the other. He gave another one of his twisted grins, his head tilting slightly to one side. "Go on, take them. Your hands won't drop off... your friend appears to have that trick covered very well, hasn't he?" Another dry laugh escaped from Raum's mouth, the man still holding out the writing utensils. "I was hoping you would find that book, it's one of my favourites, it's a shame you can't enjoy it quite as much as I do." he continued, his eyes slowly fixing on the twisted volume. "I can only imagine the wonderful things you are able to read about." Earl of Execution "Earl Edion? But he always seemed so friendly... things are getting way too weird." Graham sighed, shaking his head. Who could he even trust anymore? Sebastian and Cass were looking out for him, but now they were surrounded by creepy cultists in the middle of bandit territory. He could only ponder as to what Owen would do in a mess like this, could he keep calm and composed? If Edion had joined Deira, then he didn't really have a place if Cass could save Wyke. "If he's causing all this trouble, it would better to get rid of him." he affirmed, clenching his fist as he decided to stop sitting on the fence. "Once Wyke has been saved, we need to make sure that anyone who helped Deira invade are gone." "One would have to question how long her Majesty had partaken in such arrangements." Sebastian remarked, walking alongside his young master. "Your father's poor health had begun since the previous autumn, it is very likely that Earl Edion had started working his influence early on. I highly suspect that the dungeon fire may have been his work or that of someone following his orders." Both master and butler were silenced by Cass' desire to slay them both. Whilst it wasn't completely out of character, the act of killing one's own mother was still rather frightful. Graham nodded slowly, speaking before Sebastian could interject. "Just make sure it's what you want, Cass. Dark magic and murdering... I hope you're still you after all of this."
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    "You have a sufficient grasp of the basics, it would be mostly technique and situational planning that we'd need to work on." Tarquin replied, trying to trick his mind into focusing on something else. Helping Makoto would help keep his other friend safe, but it was a reminder of what had happened to Nikolai. Who would be next, perhaps it would be Makoto if he happened to be out of formation? If he tried to train Makoto, he'd be putting him in more danger, but trying to hide him away would leave him completely unprepared in the case he were deployed. It was an unwinnable situation, he would risk losses regardless of his choice. He was glad Makoto was enthusiastic, but Tarquin couldn't quite partake in the excitement. Tarquin looked up at Makoto, his attempts to produce a pleasant facade falling rather short. The physical connection was there, but Makoto's world was so different from his own. Why did he even want to keep fighting? Tarquin wasn't certain that destroying the Rhea and killing its pilot would actually resolve anything - it was little more than another goal post for him to try and reach. "I hope you get to go back to school soon. I've always wondered what it would be like, but I wouldn't even know what I would want to study." Tarquin replied, noting how uncertain his own future was. He was overthinking things, but he was sure the ANF would try to get their money's worth out of him. - especially considering how expensive he would have been to design and create. Makoto's next question was slightly left-field, but it was one he could at least provide an answer to. "Sports? The only one I have any experience with is soccer..." "You're pretty good at this though, considering you've never played. Maybe if you got into it when you were younger, you could've been the next Ronaldo!" It wasn't that long ago that Mateus had introduced him to the game. He'd never actually played in a match, but he'd found odd hours where he felt like kicking a ball around. He'd seen videos of people playing - a proper game had a lot of people. It was simple enough to mimic the motions, copying the trajectory the ball needed to take, but it was a lonely experience. "Another member of the crew introduced me to it. Even if I'm not playing, it's relatively interesting to watch." he added, wondering how passionate Mateus must have been about the game. Initially he had dismissed it as a childish waste of time, but his evaluation had proved to be woefully incorrect. He wasn't sure who this Ronaldo was, but he sounded like somebody one could look up to. Hopefully Mateus, as well as Bruno, were far out of danger. He'd spent relatively little time with either of them, but it was amusing how only now he could appreciate the messages they'd imparted onto him.
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    Home but Not Graham grew more concerned with each sentence Cass uttered, her murderous rage a sign that she'd seen something undesirable. He was hard pressed to think of anyone Cass would outright murder, was it possibly someone that he knew too? He nodded slowly, relieved that she intended to return to Wyke rather than becoming a club wielding savage in the wilds of Magonsaete. "Right, I understand... I'll be there when you need me." he replied, taking some comfort in knowing that she at least had him on the list of people to tell. Cass' life was only getting stranger and scarier, but he wanted to stay as part of it. His chances of being as close to her as his sister had faded, although his current dynamic was far more comfortable, it was almost like old times. "You're more than welcome to find a place to fester, young Princess." Kelbara reassured slyly, rather amused by Cass' sudden shift in mood. "If you desire water, travel down to the caverns, be sure not to get lost, there are a few individuals who I haven't seen for quite some time... wandering alone often leads to unfortunate accidents." Sebastian and Uulinyagaansetseg remained quiet, choosing to let their masters speak for the time being. They had a shared caution about them, perhaps the only things a savage and a butler could have in common. - Long Loan Astaroth's solitary adventure to the library had led him to an individual book, its cover standing out among the dark and dusty volumes. At first it didn't seem too different to Engel's own holy book, but there was a stark difference. Instead of religious texts, there were other messages. Written in a spidery black font, the book's contents rather ominous in their goal. "Engel is dead, there is only Belial." "There is no light after death, only darkness." "His hand falls because of inaction of an ally." "The people of the false king will fall to the south, their souls delivered to Belial's depths." "Darkness will take one from own as the moon hides." "The bare-legged son will take the life of his kin, lamenting his loss until the end."
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    Behold!
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