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Jun 13, 2019 20:02:33 GMT
Post by Homunculus on Jun 13, 2019 20:02:33 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","opmind"] [attr="class","opmindblurb"] [attr="class","opmindblurb1"]It was still shaky on its feet. Like an animal that had just been born, one foot in front of the next appeared to be harder to do consistently than it expected. [break][break]
Turning its head, the homunculus took in its surroundings. Amidst loud noises it had never heard before, countless voices speaking at different volumes and the people that bumped into it over and over it crouched over, covering its face with its arms. Too many sensations, too many things at once. But anywhere was better than that cramped space from moments before.[break][break]
A hand touched its shoulder. “Excuse me are you alright?” A friendly face belonging to a woman peered down on it. Lifting its head, the shining blue eyes gazed back at the human. The stranger backed away at the uncanny sight of the homunculus. Two eyes, but no mouth or ears to speak of. A head with no discernable shape. Skin that was coarse like a tree’s rind.[break][break]
The homunculus felt threatened. It patted the woman’s arm away, and in a flash of blue her hand exploded into blood and guts landing on those passing by. She let out a deafening scream. Heads turned; the homunculus lost focus. Voices yelled in his direction. He couldn’t make out what they were saying. It thrashed its arms around, flailed them like a child. And in the blink of an eye, another massive surge of magic broke up Altair.
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Jun 13, 2019 23:08:58 GMT
Post by Rhyme on Jun 13, 2019 23:08:58 GMT
Horror.
It emanated from a distance, a sudden emotion pervading the usually self-interested crowds of Altair. Even before the shouting and the commotion of people running away, that was what alerted Rhyme that something was up, that something was amiss.
As befitting the amnesiac's nature, he moved towards the source of panic, rather than away. There might be people who might need his help, even if there were only so many things he could do, and maybe he could even possibly defuse the situation. He ran.
As he neared his destination, he had to evade fleeing civilians. Injured people and broken bodies littered the scene; the carnage and terror pained him, even as he looked for a way he could help. There was rubble, but without smoke or fire--- some strange flow of energy or explosion? Was this some sort of criminal or terrorist attack? There was not much he could discern beyond fear and panic from those who were running away, and pain from those who were caught in the strange blast. Until...
...a singular presence. It was... also afraid, yes, but... for a much different reason. Or at least that was how it felt like. His perspective was bad with details.
"Hello?"
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Etherium Council
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Jun 13, 2019 23:32:49 GMT
Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Jun 13, 2019 23:32:49 GMT
 through fire and trial confess your sins Avalon vi Leomagne, the Warden of the Trench, marched herself towards what was known to be the contact grounds. A monster of unknown origin had made its appearance in Altair, where it shown a power unheard of. The orders came quickly, abruptly even. Soldiers were gathering together upon the pretense of a dire threat that literally shook the confides of its area. Avalon herself would serve as a captain, instead of just the Warden. It didn't matter what was required out of her, she was ready to adapt.
Standing before the military might of the Council was...peculiar.
Blood and gore littered the ground around it as it curiously observed its surroundings. It was nothing out of the Grimm Troupe, Avalon completely recognized. It was not a beast out of any book. It wasn't even a nightmare that a child would fear. It was something unheard of with features that inspired wonder alongside apprehension. Avalon couldn't help but let her face show her internalized reaction.
What was this abomination?
Avalon killed the thought when she saw the bodies and pieces of other bodies dashed across the ground. She smelled the air, sensing not a strain of bloodlust emanating off the figure. She couldn't smell anything but the way that its body jerked around, she came to an easy conclusion. It was lashing out at people, slaughtering them without a second thought. If it could think, that is. Avalon gritted her teeth, summoning her anger and swallowing her unease. She glared into its eyes, where she couldn't recognize life, but a brilliant imitation of it.
The Council was at the ready but an enemy such as this had to be taken with precaution.
"Hold!" Avalon commanded, not wanting to trigger anything--especially not another explosion if it could perform such a feat. |
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Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 14, 2019 4:25:03 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] ' Thank you for your patronage!' [break] [break] Raimell flicked the single coin into the air, then caught it and tucked it safely inside a pocket sewn inside his sash. It had been nothing but a slew of small transactions since this morning: a jar of lye, a bundle of herbs, nothing exciting, though that's about what he'd expected by roaming around the residential areas. He eyed the shrinking shadows on the ground, then proceeded to sniff the air for that waft of sweet, delicious aroma, a smell he had memorized for the newest batch of freshly baked loaves that usually came out around this time at his favorite local bakery. [break] [break] Raimell hummed. He was becoming quite good at this tiny routine; whenever he managed to stay the night at the Academy, he'd make sure to sweep the neigborhood the next day before heading off. As of now, his nose was doing a fantastic job and picking up traces of that heavenly smell...only to get blasted with a murky odor that was strongly reminiscent of a butcher shop upon turning the corner. [break] [break] Except that there was no butcher shop in the area. Raimell frowned, his doctor's instinct telling him that this new scent was worth checking out. A kid with a skinned knee, a scuffle between two drunkards? No, what he smelled was a lot more brutal than that. Bracing himself for worse, Raimell made his way towards the scene of the crime, slowing down only to pad around the soldiers who seemed to be in some sort of stare-down with...he squinted, unsure of what exactly he was looking at, but he sure as hell wasn't in a rush to intervene when that humanoid creature required the undivided attention of an army. What could he possibly do better than this? [break] [break] Raimell scanned the area, spotting a lady with the end of her arm a bloody stump. Right. Now this, this is what he was here for. Raimell shifted into second gear and hurried to the woman's aid, without sparing a second glance at the creature who was throwing a tantrum too close by for comfort. No eye contact, no trouble. Plenty of others were doing a good job distracting the creature, if he were lucky, he'd be out of here before its head would start to turn his way. [break] [break] ' Hey hey, shhhh, you'll be fine. Let's get you cleaned up first so we can find you a proper healer, okay? Stay with me now.' He chided the woman, whipping out bandages and clean cloth and wrapping them tightly around the stump to stem the bleeding. He hefted her up, hooking her severed arm around his neck to elevate it somewhat as he proceeded to head back in the direction of the council's army, or, as he'd call them at this very moment, meatshields that'd no doubt ensure this woman's safety. [attr="class","rainotes"]
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 14, 2019 4:28:16 GMT
A FOOL ONCE TOLD ME@someone
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
The scene below was nothing beyond her wildest dreams. In fact, it was stuff made from her own dreams. Cassie smiled quite genuinely, seeing the unfolding chaos and death that laid before the results of an ungodly research. She was sitting at one of the highest points of Altair, one of the buildings of the Institute that were still intact. Blue was on her lap, watching intently as well.
She sighed in relaxation, caressing Blue’s viscous skin. It was such a relaxing tune to hear the screams of innocents caught in a mass incident caused by greed. It wouldn’t be fair to say that Cassie had been aware of hidden experiments happening in her own area, but she didn’t dare interfere with them. Considering the extent of the lengths at which they were willing to go, Cassie knew that would be their own downfall. Moreover, unless it contributed to the Troupe, Cassie simply enjoyed watching.
It was worth the wait, to say the least.
“Oh my, already getting popular?” She commented sweetly. “That thing was born for the spotlight, and what a stage is set for it.”
Already the homunculus was causing havoc unknowingly. Judging from the way it cowered, it had the mindset of an infant holding a large sword. It didn’t know how to use it yet but that proved all the better. Two people were already confronting it. They were either foolish enough to stand against something they had no idea what it could do, or brave enough to die like those scientists.
“Blue? Make sure to keep an eye out for our little friend, yeah?” Blue didn’t look like he was up for the task, and Cassie sighed. “There’ll be plenty of carcasses for you to eat on down there."
This was enough to get the slime to jump from such an incredible height, bounce back into shape, and hop towards the homunculus, where it would watch and clean up all the while.
THE GRIMM ENTERS THE FOLD!
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Post by Yvel R. Alder on Jun 14, 2019 7:02:03 GMT
Yvel Roschwels Alder, the one and only Matriarch of the house alder, walks out from an alleyway that has questionable nature. She pats her now dirty with a splash of vermilion color in at the small edge of her white dress, letting out a sigh after finishing her sole business in Altair ignoring the dried up corpse far from the crowd shrouded with the darkness of the alleyway. However, this is not her time to let out a sigh as a sudden stock for her magic fly toward her. The bloods that is flying toward her suddenly stop in the midair as if the time around it stop, the dirty red liquid swirls in front of the masked woman where her hand conduct the blood as if she is a conductor. Within a second all of the blood in the surrounding enter to the vial that she own to store it.
Ignoring the corpse, the sight that has been familiarize for her with her bloody past, she notices a peculiar thing who is trying to run. Yvel rubs her chin pondering over something. If this situation are made by him, popping someone body like a balloon, he would be a great addition to the Alder's strength. However, like every weapon in the existence, if that thing can hurt someone it can also hurt you. An amused look of Yvel is hidden by her mask, ignoring the risk of him to be a dangerous individual for now and try to look him up and maybe recruit him to Alder's force.
She has long notice by now that she is not the only one who has taken interest to the perpetrator of this, what other people may call as, tragedy. Yvel take notice to her five vial of blood that has been filled due to previous accident and the cruor de arma's orb in case if hell break loose. |
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Jun 16, 2019 20:48:52 GMT
Post by Homunculus on Jun 16, 2019 20:48:52 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","opmind"] [attr="class","opmindblurb"] [attr="class","opmindblurb1"]Sensations kept overflowing. The second surge was vast. It heard high-pitched voices at volumes enough to distort the sounds they were emitting. Screams and cries all around. As the dust began to settle, the Homunculus was standing amidst a crater. Blood, guts, limbs and bodies were laying around. They contorted in strange shapes and forms, detached from each other. It stood straight. Turning its body to look around, the landscape was destroyed. Something was wrong. The humans around it seemed distressed over the destroyed environment. Was it the reason? Between the muddled sensation of instinct and impulse, something began to form in its head. A thought, as fickle as the light of a candle that had melted to its base and was about to go out.[break][break]
“Hello?” A soft voice, from a distance. Several meters away. A human with white hair peered at it. And the Homunculus peered back. The threatening feeling from before was retreating from the front of its mind. The human posed no threat. It tore its gaze from the human to gaze down. It saw legs. Attached to a mid-section. A shape resembling the humans around it. Albeit still intact. But its body was coarse and grey. Not varying shades of brown and white. Was It different? Another thought tried to form. The word 'human' was peculiar. What did it mean? What was a human, and why did it not seem to be a human? [break][break]
The Homunculus looked back up. It scanned its surroundings. The cries and screams did not seem to end. They began huddling together in pairs, sometimes three or four people at a time. The ones that could still move contorted their faces in weird ways. The Homunculus stretched its arms out. It looked just like a human’s. It connected to a shoulder, split in the middle to form an elbow. Then extended further before ending in a hand with four long fingers and a shorter finger that seemed a lot more dexterous than the rest. It moved its fingers. At first all of them, then each on its own. Raising its arm, it swung it down in a chopping motion. A surge of blue magic burst out, tearing a small crater into the ground next to the Homunculus.[break][break]
A look of surprise lied in the Homunculus’ eyes. It peered back around, searching for the boy with white hair. Failing to find him, the Homunculus remembered what the human had told it. ‘Hello’. A word? Something of that sort. It tried to speak that word, replicate the way it sounded, but failed. It brought its hand up to its face and where it saw a mouth in the faces of humans, there was only a smooth surface in its own. It felt something welling up inside of it. Its head began spinning. Upset. That was the word that formed in its mind. It was upset.[break][break]
While the Homunculus was busy with itself, Eos had already started responding. It took maybe a couple minutes for several men wearing clothes in various shades of blue and black circled around the crater. The Homunculus took a while before it noticed their presences. But when it did, it jolted together. Moving its weights into its knees, the Homunculus moved around slowly. The sensation of danger resurged. It had to find a way out. One of the humans stepped into the crater, it spoke a word. “Hold.” It sounded similar to the word spoken by the white haired human from earlier. But it was spoken in a different tone. It was a threatening tone. Peering around, the Homunculus was almost completely surrounded. It looked to the skies. Several buildings outside the crater were still intact.[break][break]
It didn’t want to be here. The instincts running wild told it to flee. But there was something that kept it. An unfamiliar experience. The Homunculus backed away from the human with every step. An image from earlier moved through its mind. Raising its arm, the Homunculus took aim in a crouched position and swung its arm. A blast of blue magic roared from its arm, set to impact where the approaching human was standing.
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Jun 16, 2019 23:40:28 GMT
Post by The Narrator on Jun 16, 2019 23:40:28 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","opmind"] [attr="class","opmindblurb"] [attr="class","opmindblurb1"]The Homunculus‘ breakout from the institute had left behind chaos, confusion and several bystanders injured and casualties. Upon landing somewhere in the middle of Altair’s bustling streets near the arts district, it had released a surge of magic that left behind a massive crater. Many of those caught in the blast had died, while others were injured. Only a couple dozen had made it out unscathed, as if by sheer miracle. [break][break]
The incident at the institute had already been cause for the council to take action. While an investigative squad was taking a look at the institute, a larger squadron had been sent out to search for the supposed perpetrator. That it was a Homunculus was yet to be discovered by Eos. After all, such ideas, while interesting to discuss, were against the law to research. The attempted creation of one was completely unheard of in the last two centuries. While tales and legends about artificial humans created by magic were ingrained in Eos’ culture, these myths were treated fantasy. The product of stories crafted to scare children, at most.[break][break]
The second incident had immediately forced the council to spring into action. Several Knights had been activated and were moving towards the origin of the newly created chaos in the midst of Altair. The ground zero of the blast had taken out a large city block, not quite a mile wide but close to it, and the casualties were estimated to be in the several thousands. In addition to a squadron with around 500 soldiers, the Captain of Fersen had also been drafted to lead this troop. Originally in Altair to handle the transferal of a large batch of criminals for the Trench, she was the closest to the catastrophe and was ordered to move swiftly.
Arriving at the cause of all the mayhem, the council orders were clear. Act fast, act swiftly. Considering the level of destruction, it was clear the threat was imminent. In the span of maybe 30 minutes, the monster had injured and killed several institute members, destroyed a large part of institute grounds and followed this up by wiping out an entire district block and killing several thousands of civilians.[break][break]
But while the eyes of the public saw the Homunculus as nothing but a threat, the inner workings of the creature were manifesting. It was capable of thought. It possessed previously ingrained knowledge. It knew what humans were. It could understand language and think words. It possessed feelings, but its empathy was still developing. It couldn’t seem to understand the destruction it has caused. It didn’t understand pain yet, but it for all intents and purposes, it was aware. A living creature.[break][break]
And before the threat of the council’s army encircling it, the creature lashed out once more, albeit at a much more reasonable scale. A blast of magic that would leave behind a crater on impact, forceful enough to tear away any barriers or defenses, and lethal enough to kill surged from its arm, that it swung in a whip like motion from overhead.
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Jun 18, 2019 23:18:54 GMT
Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Jun 18, 2019 23:18:54 GMT
through fire and trial confess your sins With the inherent ability to cause massive destruction, Avalon knew that the creature needed to be handled with care. The feeling began to fade in favor of the natural inclination to destroy whatever enemy could threaten the world. Her eyes traced around the emerging battlefield; there were civilians still close. In fact, more were approaching than running, it’d seem. A man with orange hair was darting about, being somewhat useful, it appeared. Avalon nearly commanded soldiers to apprehend him, but he was carrying a woman. What was more important was the person trying to negotiate with the creature. Avalon felt a shred of rage coming through, for the man was risking his life to try to communicate. There was no point in doing so at the time.
And the reaction the creature gave to the mobilization only proved Avalon’s instincts correct. Strange magic came from its hand. It wasn’t the full-scale quality that it had earlier, the one that tore apart the whole city block. Instead, it harnessed the energy, no, it manipulated. The creature was targeting specifically...at her. Avalon gritted her teeth and prepared herself for the impact. “Move, soldiers!” she roared, fearing the worst. When the magic did approach, Enma made a move himself. Members of the Red Army arose, the skeletal being becoming a makeshift shield for Avalon. Despite this, she kept her guard up.
It was a fortunate thought pattern to have as the magic delivered on its earlier devastation. Smaller in size, but the raw force of the explosion sent Avalon dragging against the ground. Pieces of gravel and clumps of dirt fell out, striking some of the more inward battalion. She felt in the weight in her bones, reverberations forcing her to steady herself. She saw before her the total decimation of Enma’s personal soldiers, but that was his objective. He understood what the creature was bringing forth in contrast to the smaller appearance of the attack. If it was not the spirit that spoke the truth, it was the soldiers who survived taking their turns marvelling.
“Wow,” one of them merely uttered; Avalon allowed herself to find the source of amazement.
When she did, she couldn’t help but seethe. A crater was left in parts among the buildings behind Avalon. Civilians who were pinned down barely managed to escape certain death. Avalon took the image in and turned back to the creature. “Inner line, fall back,” she began, “outer line, center peel.”
Soldiers followed orders, but they were confused. They were mobilized to strike fast and handle the situation as quickly as possible. Though, looks towards the sudden destruction gave them motivation to move. “Form a defensive perimeter,” another command was issued out, which made the soldiers gravitate towards an inverted square formation. Avalon planned to box the creature in, but disallow any more large-scaled explosions. The only problem was something that Avalon had already confronted before stepping forward.
She would have to stand against the creature mostly on her own.
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Post by Rhyme on Jun 19, 2019 0:40:36 GMT
The creature did not understand him.
They perceived him; they heard him. And yet it seemed they did not comprehend the damage they were doing. Perhaps he should tell it to stop, and yet he knew the word he had spoken had been treated more like a puzzle than anything else. The creature... it seemed like it was a child. A child that could cause explosions.
Still, even with that knowledge, he spoke. "Stop that." he pleaded. "You could hurt people." He tried to convey distress with his tone as much as possible, which wasn't very hard considering the situation; the scent of destruction and death pervaded the air, and he felt if he loosened his guard at any moment he would gag and vomit. Sorrow and hatred and fear swirled in the air, detectable only to the white-haired mutant.
...the creature had no mouth. They could not speak. They were upset that they could not speak. Could they have had more progress if they could speak? Rhyme dismissed the thought. Right now, what was important... was to try to pacify the creature, and if worst comes to worst, to protect any of those living as much as he could.
...but it seemed his efforts would be for naught, as the guard came advancing. It was some officer he had not yet seen before. He backed away as they moved in. It was true that he did not like this development, but at the same time they might be more able to contain the creature...
"Watch out!" he called from behind the barricade, as the being let out another explosion, which the leader of the guard seemed to take. She seemed to be able to survive it, which was good, even if she was propelled by the strike.
He assessed the situation one more time. Even with his durable body... no, the creature used explosions, primarily, so his defenses might not work very well. He didn't think he could fight the members of the guard and the creature at the same time, either, and at the very least the guard seemed to be doing their job. He didn't want the creature to die, but he conceded that that might be their only choice, if to prevent more deaths from occurring. So he supposed he would retreat for now, and help the wounded.
"The creature thinks like a child!" he shouted as he moved away. He wasn't sure if it would be helpful, but maybe it could give the guard some help.
With that, he looked for the nearest civilian--- a man under some debris--- and hefted the stones away that were pinning him. He helped him up as he staggered to stand. Rhyme gritted his teeth. There were easily a dozen more people that needed his help... and then he saw a familiar face doing something very similar to what he was doing.
"Raimell!" he called out. "Sorry for the trouble, but this guy probably needs your help too! ...and probably everyone here, besides..."
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Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 19, 2019 9:36:14 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Raimell felt a light breeze against the back of his head, which made his skin crawl and hairs stand on end as he felt what was the beginning of a concentrated surge of magical energy, but thankfully it was not meant for him. Capitalizing on the blast wave from the explosion, he cushioned his steps on the tarp of an abandoned stall and used it to propel himself over the roof of a nearby building, then demanded the attention of a frightened passersby so he could entrust the injured woman to them and head back liability-free. [break][break] A quick scan over the city block from the rooftop and he realized just how severe the damage was. He didn’t even need to rely on his abilities to sniff out the wounded; everywhere he looked there was devastation, people crying for help with a broken limb or passed out underneath a pile of rubble. And not to mention the creature’s clearly agitated state of being, ready to tear up everything in its wake. Raimell tutted, irritated at his own ineptitude to take care of everyone all at once, but nonetheless, a life is a life. He hopped back down from the roof, hearing his name and turning his head towards the source of the voice, just in time to see a tuft of white hair sticking out from behind a half demolished wall.[break][break] ‘Coming!’ He yelled back, sprinting down the street and rounding the wall in a hurry, nearly crashing into Rhyme and doing an utter disservice to the man he was trying to help. He caught himself at the very last second, hopping out of the way and steadying himself against the wall so as not to make a complete fool of himself. [break][break] ‘You!’ He huffed, arching an eyebrow in a mixture of delight and disbelief, both glad at the sight of a familiar face - a friendly face - and trying to hold back the urge to lecture him on the spot. A few seconds of inner turmoil later and he lost the battle against himself, opening his mouth and the first thing that blurted out was a big warm welcome in the words of ‘You’re not here trying to jog your memory by eating a blast on purpose, are you? That method’s all but a myth, if anything, you’re just going to end up becoming part of my memory in the form of a giant crater instead.’[break][break] Raimell stated matter-of-factly, but kept his hands busy as he gave the man a quick check-up for any immediate signs of injury. He gently pressed on his limbs and torso, tuning in to the sound of his breathing and noticing the slight hitch at every intake. ‘A few fractured ribs, not the worst I’ve seen.’ He concluded after a while, then helped Rhyme support the man towards the safer end of the street.[break][break] ‘And how are we supposed to help everyone, exactly?’ He asked the amnesiac, who was too much of a saint for his own good. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to be able to just-‘ He made a grabbing motion with his free hand, ‘-bag everyone up and transport them somewhere safe, but this-‘ He gestured to himself, ‘-is pretty much all the help you’re getting out of me.’ [break][break] And not to mention the General in red over there, black hair billowing behind her back and wearing a look of absolute menace as she ordered her remaining troops to surround the creature. As if that can contain its volatility. Raimell got a good look at what the Council’s army could do, which was a whole lot of nothing aside from the misty demon the General alone could summon, and the result of their first clash? [break][break] ‘Hey! The important looking one in the red!’ He decided to take a chance and appeal for some backup. ’If you’ve got that much manpower to waste trying to corner that thing over there, then why don’t you spare some this way? Betting my lunch and dinner they’ll be ten times more useful evacuating everyone instead!’ |
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Jun 20, 2019 10:02:19 GMT
Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 20, 2019 10:02:19 GMT
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
Cassiopeia watched with small, playful smile. She felt the surge of another wave of pure, raw ethernano hit her like the one that destroyed most of the scientist and tore a hole in the laboratory of the institute. This one was stronger, sharper, as if the creature’s magic was being refined by the minute. As part of the institute’s highest tower crumbled beneath its power, Cassie playfully “hopped” from the falling debris, closer to the scene.
She stood on the rooftop of another building, a little closer to the scene, one that hadn’t crumbled under the might of its raw power. She landed gracefully, her white dress fluttering under the influence of her telekinesis, and settled down once she had landed. The scars and wounds that decorated her grin quickly faded away. As it turns out, even she couldn’t come out unscathed.
However, Cassie was probably one of the few people who could get closer to the artificial abomination without suffering much. There was one other fool who dared to step up. A fool with white hair and a bad head on his shoulders. She chuckled, with a gleam in her eyes. The white haired fool was trying to make nice, give it one warm welcome to the world. It served him right to get shot in the face.
“That optimism irritates me to no end.” She muttered with a belligerent sigh. “I do hope he gets done in, that fool.”
There was another person, a theurgist just like herself, who commanded an ethereal spirit who could also command the undead. The ability itself was mighty impressive, but the owner lacked creativity on how to use them. Judging from the way they commanded the battlefield, he or she was probably from the Council. Cassie couldn’t tell whether it was a she or he, so she didn’t even bother to try. Then there was some brown thing dashing back and forth, with a bark louder than he could bite, and someone from the Council.
Cassie clicked her tongue. These opponents were a mite boring for her baby. They wouldn’t be able to bring out the great potential her playmate had. She sighed, but smiled soon after. It was time to intervene.
“There you are!” Blue hopped up beside her, on the edge of the rooftop. His form was flat and deflated. “Stop being overdramatic Blue. There’ll be plenty of bodies to clean up later. Now, it’s our turn to steal the show.”
Using her nails alone, she dragged them across her forearm, blood trickling into Blue’s mouth. It gobbled it up greedily, like a man in a dessert who had just found an oasis. Master’s blood was the tastiest as it had the purest, concentrated source of mana that Blue was most familiar with.
Blue’s body expanded and soon Cassie’s mirror twin was standing next to her, a splitting image. She smiled at Cassie, a childlike smile that was fitting for her age.
“Yeah, stop being cheeky and let’s get on with it.”
“Yes, Master!”
Cassie rolled her eyes, and took Blue’s hands. A powerful aura of ethernano surged between them, setting both their silver like hair afloat. Her telekinesis, a result of the mutation induced by her mother, was powerful but lacking in this situation. Blue’s abilities as her familiar weren’t disjointed or disconnected like that theurgist from the Council. Blue’s abilities complimented her own. They could sync in perfectly and in tandem, Cassie’s Telekinesis was stronger.
Debris on the ground behind the building started to tremble as the ethernano wrapped around them. They focused on everything not tethered to the ground properly. From vehicles, dead bodies, and everything in between it rose up to form a stream of projectiles. Cassie and Blue redirected their energies at the ensemble below, covering a ground of approximately 15 meters in length. It wasn’t a sure-fire ability that would kill everyone, but enough to decimate the ones that didn’t matter.
They both made sure not to hit their new friend in the process. She was both curious and exciting to see how it would all end.
TLDR: Blue transforms into Cassie and they both use telekinesis to levitate large amounts of debris and let it rain down on everyone, except the homonculus. This can range from pieces of buildings, dead bodies, and/or living people.
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AGE
35
GENDER
Female
FACTION
House of Alder
OCCUPATION
Matriarch
UNSORTED
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Post by Yvel R. Alder on Jun 23, 2019 5:12:13 GMT
The lack of responsibility behind the massive power that the man has is making Yvel click her tongue in distaste. There is no doubt within her mind that he might be something more than meets the eyes, the glimpse of his face raise a question within her mind from the distance. Is it what she think it is? A mythical creature from the children stories, the topic that she loves talking about in her past time alone where sometimes pulling either one of her child to listen. An artificial human or can be categorized as Homunculus, that thing pull her interest more and more. Suddenly, a wave of blue magic create a huge crater not too far from her. A blast that is too fast to get intercepted fully by herself. All she can do to erect a blood wall to save herself from the blast.
A lot of civilian got trapped under the debris, sustaining many kind of injuries. Decision has to be made right now and it is within her favor for there are a lot of blood scatters on the ground for her to control. She raise her arm as a conductor baton and on several spot a scarlet pillar sprung shoving away the debris that is crushing all of the civilian in a single sweep. She will let the woman in red that she assumes as someone from the council to handle the homunculus for now. Yvel exerts her magic to save people from the debris for now. She calculated the trajectory of the debris to not make it crush other villains, with a small calculation she can save everyone in a flash.
"You two, make sure everyone is safe and take those two child at the corner. The pillar won't hold much longer before it crash down again" Yvel instruct the white haired boy and the red haired boy to save two small children in the corner of the street. She actually can save them without any trouble, but this is for the sake of public show.
Chaos should not be added by another chaos, the vein on Yvel's head is bursting in anger when she sees some of the debris floating including some of the dead body and even living person. She takes out her blood orb and crush it to make it transform into a floating armor as she shout "vitae de arma". The scarlet pillar is now changing it shapes into an umbrella that protect the citizen on the ground from the possible crash.
"Arma, look around for the caster and knock them out" She orders the armor to find the caster as she focus on strengthening the umbrella with the blood that she receives from Arma's stroll/ |
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Jun 27, 2019 13:11:17 GMT
Post by Homunculus on Jun 27, 2019 13:11:17 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","opmind"] [attr="class","opmindblurb"] [attr="class","opmindblurb1"]More yelling. More noises. More humans. They were closing in. Danger was looming overhead. The impact of its attack was great. But barely enough. It had only triggered its attackers. The building that it hadn't even aimed at gave away deep humming before the slow descent of its top floors destabilized it in its entirey. [break][break]
'No...'[break][break]
A thought floated around in its head. A feeling came up. The Homunculus failed to find the right word to describe it. Before long, rumbling and the sound of rock grating on rock could be heard some distance away. The process took time, but it was deliberate. Debris, dirt and all manner of city remains gathered in the sky, about about half a mile away from the crater's epicenter. While the action had begun to shift away from the sight, with the Homunculus trying to creep its way out of the hole it had made, the soldiers were still close enough for the following attack.[break][break]
The entire hulk of rubble made its way over to the crater at enough speed to warrant immediate action. Enough to distract its attackers. The Homunculus turned around. It saw an opening and moments before impact, it began running. One leg before the next. No faster than an ordinary human, the Homunculus scurried to make an escape. Turning its head to look over its shoulder, the rubble had made its impact and caused even more havoc than before.[break][break]
'Why...'[break][break]
Another thought. The feeling grew stronger. This was regret. It hurt. The Homunculus continued running. After about thirty seconds of running it was about halfway towards the edge of the crater. |
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Jun 27, 2019 13:28:44 GMT
Post by The Narrator on Jun 27, 2019 13:28:44 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","opmind"] [attr="class","opmindblurb"] [attr="class","opmindblurb1"]The ensuing chaos had attracted a threat other than the Homunculus. A member of the Grimm Troupe, the leader of this district had found her way to the incident's ground zero. And with little hesitation, she made her move attacking the Council Members. This would certainly cut their engagement with the artificial creature short, if only for a moment. But the distraction the rubble raining down from the sky would give a small opening for the Homunculus to escape on foot.[break][break]
Albeit its ability to move much faster, it has not yet understood its powers and abilities, nor has it become fully capable of rationale. However, the Homunculus has begun to understand its capacity for empathy. While it is still deadset on escaping, it is beginning to feel regret. Not only for the building it caused to collapse just moments ago with its haphazard attempt of an attack on the Council Captain, but also because the knowledge that it is the cause of all of this has started to manifest. [break][break]
While this conflict is ensuing, two unlikely allies have found themselves in the midst of all this chaos and are trying their damndest to quell as much suffering as possible. Surprisingly enough, one more character has sprung on the scene and decided to be of aid to the two protectors of life, albeit her commandeering tone inviting anything but trustworthiness.
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