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After being dismissed she would head straight to the training room as Clifton had recommended, she chose to withhold a response to Maeve as it truly didn’t require a response, and she doubted that the Isa rune wielder could do much to the two of them at once. It was very unlike herself to leave without a good reason and this curious thought ran through her mind as she and Maeve headed towards Isa, ‘so it’s to be isa, and sowlio. Fire and Ice.’ She thought to herself not entirely sure how it is that her own rune would fit into the offensive duo’s abilities. She was almost lost in thought when Isa, or Oren, as her name actually was spoke.
"How nice of you to two to deign to turn up finally. I thought I was being relatively modest in my goals by at least expecting the people I'm trying to instruct to be physically present in the same location and stay there, but apparently I was setting the bar too high. I'll be certain to lower my expectations in the future."
She would chose to not verbally respond to this statement though she would take a mental note of the disposition that Oren seemed to put out constantly. She would be a difficult person to get along with, however if she did her job than they should have little to no problems at all.

"In that light of that, are you both planning to stick around for an extended amount of time? Or should I carry on with this so I'm getting something done?"

This time Silvarae did speak up her voice neutral and impassive as if returning to herself though something about Oren made her mind think of her father, the demands and the total unacceptability of failure.
”We’re here to train are we not, and to get to learn each others’ strengths and weaknesses?” this was more of a redundant question to which she already knew the answer though it is the way that she chose to answer.
"Seeing as the session is supposed to be about Aett auras, and not one but both the other members of my Aett had unceremoniously run off, I've been preparing for my presentation on the world eaters.
Though if you're both ready to do something useful I'd be prepared to oblige."
Silvarae felt more and more that Oren was becoming like her father and so she would salute, a pre-programmed response that felt entirely natural with the woman whom was supposed to be part of a team, though seemed to be more of the leader type than anything else.
”Well are we going to stand around here talking or actually get to work?” this question seemed to come out of her mouth before she could even think about what it is she wanted to say, thus it would seem a little petulant. ‘Stupid!’ she would hear that voice in her head again though it seemed to be a little subdued at this point.

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As Julie headed off to get their drinks she would fan her wings wide again and would thrust the which would give her slightly more lift raising her up in the air however it would also shoot a small gust of wind around the establishment. She would feel the outline of Julie in the wind smiling to herself before she turned her attention to finding an empty booth. It wasn’t hard to do so it seemed that there weren’t as many people here as there could be meaning there were a couple open. She moved over to the booth.
"It's always good,"
She heard and a quick sniff revealed what Julie had been speaking about, the drink in front of her, had the very familiar sell of Jack Daniels and coke, her smile gracing her face again. ”It’s a close second favorite!” she would giggle taking the cool glass in her hand and taking a swallow from it. The bite of alcohol warming her mouth with a gentle sting before she swallowed, the cool liquid lighting a fire inside her.
"We've only known each other for...what? A day now? I already feel like I've known you for so much longer. I guess that's the power of Soulmates,"
She would nod at this as she thought about it, her already distant eyes would appear to grow more distant as if in thought. She had never really known much about soul mates until this but she could feel the pull on her heart to be with the duo that was Julie and Erin. Her thoughts revolved around the power that must have been involved in starting something like this, and how that she doubted even the strongest of spell weavers could have pulled something like this off if they tried.
She would speak up after she finished thinking ”I don’t know about soul bonds… she would say as her hand strayed to her wrist rubbing gently ”But I do believe in love at first… well… sight? she would giggle at her own expression before having another drink. She knew her equilibrium had shifted and she still felt in control she liked the feeling of being around Julie/Erin, it made her feel somewhat alive, the likes of which she hadn’t felt in a long time, it made her realize just how much she had hidden away from the world in recent times so she would add ”Thank you.”
So preoccupied with her soul mate was she that she hadn’t been paying attention to what the others in the bar/club were doing, nor the music for now her entire attention was on Julie.


“Never heard of many angels comin’ all the way down here,”
“Or not havin’ wings when they do.”
“The fuck’re ya lookin’ at?”
He hadn’t realized he’d been staring blankly at her until she questioned what he was looking at and a smile would cross his face. Something about this woman, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.
”Sorry, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable, I was not so much staring at you but listening. he would use the truth in a manner of speaking to cover a lie, He had actually been staring and appreciating the form of the woman before him if only on a subconscious level and not that he would ever admit to it. He would take another long swallow of his alcohol draining what remained of the bottle before he would speak again.
”While it’s true that not a lot of angels descend to this realm, I have been here since the days of Eden. I was cast out of heaven a long time ago, though I was never demonicized like the traitors.” He spoke this with a somewhat hard edge to his voice, as if simply bringing this up was a painful memory and one that he would much rather not address in the future.
”Come now brother, you can do better, don’t make me appear there” he would hear his sisters voice again chiding him for his aggressive tone. Something kept him from replying to her this time as he continued to speak to Stride.
”As to the wings” he would say standing and turning so his back faced her removing his Jacket he would reveal the long scars that ran the length of his back. ”I had them. he would replace his jacket and sit back down. The burning of his wrist being toned out now by the spreading warmth of the alcohol though still just enough to be an annoyance in it’s ever insistent demand to do something. He knew a simple hand shake would be able to surpress it from the past but why should he take the first move, after all he was the one who initiated their conversations.

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“What’s your species, again?”
An angel. Zephyr would answer his business like tone remaining in effect, as if it were the most common statement in the world. His eyes would track what he could of the womans face through her mask, which admittedly wasn’t very much but he had become adept over his years of reading not only faces but body language and he would look for the tell-tale signs that this person, his soul mate, would think he was lying like so many others before her had thought.
Her recoiling at her full name was duly noted and stored with in his mind for possible later use or more correctly likely for correction to his language, after all he may have further use of this woman than just this investigation, they were to be bonded as soul mates after all.
“Close the door behind ya, I guess,”
He watched as she stepped back into her apartment, ‘well that was easier than I had anticipated.’ He thought to himself as he watched her walk down the hall towards whatever destination in the house she was destined for.
“and it’s Stride. None of that ‘Miss Phoebe’ bullcrap, ya hear?”
”That shouldn’t be too hard to remember.” he would say as he watched her disappear around a corner his minds’ eye running over the sight of her again. He had to admit, if only to himself that she was certainly pleasant to look at, even if he would never admit to that aloud. He would step through the door closing it behind him and finding himself to a well maintained living room with a slight nod of approval, He had seen some houses that seemed like a bomb had gone of in it, it would appear that this place was well maintained. He was drawn to the small photo frame it appeared to be a picture of his soul mate with two others, the tone of the picture seemed to be overall a good one which says this must have some kind of importance to her.
When she re-emerged with a dinning chair he would be slightly relieved, but then again what had he expected from a woman that seemed about as withdrawn as he is from the desire to physically contact another as he was.
“Here,”
He looked up a smile spreading across his face as she held out a bottle of bourbon to him.
“Case ya need it as much as I do.”
He would accept the bottle gratefully as she sat in the couch he would walk over grabbing the chair and spinning it around so that he could lean on the back of it and opened his bottle and taking a rather large swig, the familiar taste and burn of alcohol dancing with in his mouth and down his throat as he swallowed, a look of pensive thought spreading across his face as he did so.
He could ignore his wrist for some time though if asked he would admit that it was becoming somewhat of a bother to his normally perfect routine while investigating a situation.
He was about to say something when he heard an almost honeyed voice enter into his mind.
”Do not run away again little brother.” This was a voice he hadn’t heard in a very long time and he shook his head thinking that maybe he had misheard it. Certainly the arch angel of fate would not take time out of her day to bother with him anymore. So he would lean forward on the chair looking at Stride as if she were the most interesting thing in this world for the time being. It were as if his eyes had been opened a new.

Somewhere in the heavens sat an angel with 6 sets of wings watching, what would be considered a flat screen, however was made of water and a marble bowel. She watched the scene playing out between Stride and Zephyr tempted to use an avatar spell to stop them flirting around the edges of a carefully thought out and arranged bond. ‘such is the relationships of children’ she would think shaking her head slowly. Her own powers had been the reason for this particular bond and she would not let either of them ruin her hard work.
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Silvarae listened to Madison as he spoke nodding carefully as she listened.
”yeah that sounds about right.” she would comment not exactly disliking the feel of Maeves hand on her shoulder though not really understanding why it was there to begin with. While the hand contacted her it surprisingly muted the voice in her mind as if it had never been there in the first place. She recalled a sense of panic before the hand touching her shoulder then calm. She would seem to relax a little, even if only marginally.
"Uh, yeah,"
"But Bossman's right. They're probably all pissed as hell that we've bailed on training for our destiny or whatever. Like if it was destiny, we would have to train. Plothole there, mate."
Silvarae would catch herself smiling at this, surprising herself with this fact, she would look down before clearing her voice straightening up as she felt Maeves’ hand clasped around her back.
‘awfully familiar’ she would think at this however unable to bring herself to remove the other girls hand. An awkward sensation filling her as if driven by some other force, a power she could yet not express nor understand but she found herself actually enjoying the touch.
[b] "Wonder if they left us any muffins?"[b]
A good question, she was sure, but one that had very little weight in her own mind, being such that it is, she was preoccupied with the wonderment of the feeling flowing through her. She would have to think on that later, as Madison had pointed out they had work to do, and her having decided to take a breather at the least opportune time had already put them behind.
"Hey, we're going to training now! Come with me if you want to live!"
"You're, uh, in Oren's.. Ate? Art? Aett. It's pronounced Aett, Amity, c'mon."
‘Well, I guess the meeting is done then.’ She thought to herself though she did like the idea of training some more.
”Wait.. who’s in the birds Aett… wait what even is an Aett?”
Her voice showing a form of curiosity muddled with confusion. Not to mention that there were two of them here along with Madison, though she was pretty certain that the girl whom she recognized as Uruz, the brute force type. However it did bring home the fact that they could not stand around all day talking when there was work that was more pressing.
”While I cannot say that I dislike the feel of you holding me, I would say we have work to do.” she would say to Maeve before saluting Madison ”Permission to be dismissed.” her formality slowly returning to her voice as she turned to walk towards Uruz, the step bringing her out of contact of Maeve would see her step falter for half a second before continuing.
‘what was that.’ She would wonder to herself as she felt the warmth that had been flowing through her dissipate. She had no way to know that her rune had reacted to one of her rune partners nor that the power of it had brought her out of a catatonic state.

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Silvarae didn’t hear when Maeve spoke to her such was the numbness that was within her mind, she would be staring straight ahead still yet seeing nothing, as if the world around her had taken on an air of total unimportance. She would show no reaction to the words spoken to her, however when Maeves’ hand graced her shoulder even with the slightest of touches there would be an immediate reaction. The rune on her hand, Algiz, would flash for only the briefest of moments. If someone had been watching her intently when this happened they would be able to note that the rune seemed to flash with the color of flames, but so fast was it gone that it could be forgiven if it had been imagined.
Silvarae would shake her head looking at once back to the cool, calm, and collected woman that she had portrayed before her panic attack, of sorts. She would turn to look at the hand resting on her shoulder before following the arm up to take further notice of the sowlio user Maeve.
‘what?’ she would think to herself as her mind began to function properly again though omitting certain parts of the past that would cause her to destabilize again.
”What are we doing out here?” she would ask her tone of arrogance returning though being tempered with a tone of curiosity. It is at this point that she would recall that Madison was present and would snap to attention with a salute. ”Sir.” She would say looking to Madison and awaiting any orders or to be dismissed.

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Cerise watched as the mechanical abomination spoke to her, she noted the obscure way in which he seemed to converse and put that down to the fact that he appeared to be more machine than organic and that he was not programmed to be a linguist. He seemed to be curious about where her belongings had been located and had asked to that effect which she would confirm that they were located on the floor above, or well the floor that had previously been where they stood now, but was now the ceiling. The warning it issued however would make her blood run cold, "Do not be alarmed if a large arachnoid appears." one of the few things that the fairies have a long-lasting hatred of were the arachnoid species. Having fought long and vicious wars against them it seemed almost ingrained their hatred of them.
As the unit disappeared supposedly to check on the status of its own mount she too would make her movements to secure her own, Swift Strider, her trusted battle corgi. She noticed the Gem also embedded into him and would let out a shout of frustration, she made quick work of releasing him from his chains and watched as they retreated into the floor. She would ensure he had no other injuries and would pet him whispering sweet nothings to the mount she saw more as a friend than a beast of burden, though he did carry saddle bags which she noted were still on him along with his saddle. A quick inspection revealed the contents were still in their correct place, a bedroll and 6med kits.
"Good boy!" she would say before mounting him and heading back towards the location she had been before this time with her trusted mount and friend. Upon re-entering the main room her blood would run cold seeing the giant arachnoid that the machine was riding. He stated that its name was AdAm 8, ever cautious of the monstrosity she would make sure to keep some distance between it and herself.
"The name's Cerise" she would finally speak to the machine before motioning to her mount "And this is Swift Strider." the corgi would seem to react to its own name with a small bark before watching the spider cautiously however being trained carefully he would not show any signs of aggression until his master commanded so.
The next moment a lot of stuff seemed to happen in relatively quick order, the Genasi she had seen on the floor above seemed to be dragging a petrified Albino who managed to break free and seemed to be fleeing. The robot AdAm 7 seemed to want to target the man for an attack which she in good conscience allow.

“Declaration: Unknown Albino Organic is attempting to escape Custody of potential ally,” stated the fleshy robot.

“You do not harm the allies!” The fairy retorted.

“Statement: Units shall assist in subduing target.”

“Let the man go!”

“Statement: The bite of Mounted Unit is Paralytic.”

“I reiterate, let the man GO!”

“Comment: Should target survive the primary traumatic injury and fail to resist venom, target will be neutralized.”

Cerise raised her mace, with her shield into a defensive position. “Last warning.”

As the divine fire appears in the heavens and falls to earth she sees it just before it connects with the ground the spider was agile enough to avoid her strike.
"Damn it!" she would mutter as she prepared to fight as the albino man fell.
She was about to react and heal the downed albino when an orb appeared around him, whether dangerous or not, she guessed at it being somehow to protect him leaving only one real threat now. Placing a hand on herself she would incant.
"Llira hear my call, I ask of thee to restore my vitality." the prayer she had always used for a spell learned long ago, cure wounds, she would upcast the spell to its third level thus making it a slightly more difficult spell to cast. She would then turn to face the one she considered to be a threat whom now resided on the roof.
"By Llira's might I summon forth a weapon of my justice. as she spoke the words, her war caster ability letting her preform the somatic gestures while retaining her grip on her shield, A mace of pure energy would materialize beside the robot. The weapon would then attack the robot under the command of its summoner. The weapons swing though in a great arc was wide sailing past the robot her eyes would narrow before she speaks again.
"the man is under the protection of Llira, to attack him now is to attack the goddess herself.

Mechanics

HP: 50/50
AC: 18
Move: near albino
Insight check albino 1d20+5 =18
Result = Albino is petrified

reaction

Sacred Flame {cantrip} DC 13 vs. Dex Save 21
Result = Miss

Actions

Cure wounds Lvl. 3
3d8+2+2 = (6+8+6) +2 +2 = 24

Bonus Action

Uses Spiritual Weapon
Attack Vs. AdAm.
1d20+5 = (3) + 5 = 8
Result Miss

Initative 1d20+1 = (2)+ 1
Initiative =3

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Zephyr would wait for her to finish checking over his badge before returning it to the pocket inside his Jacket, it came in handy having those credentials at times.
“Can’t say I know much ‘bout her,”
“The name’s Julie Ambers, and the gal’s been livin’ here longer than I have. ‘ccasionally blasts some crappy music through the walls, but real nice lady when it comes down to it. Pro’lly won’t be ‘round for a bit.”
He would nod as he listened not seeming to take down any notes from anything she was saying. Mentally he would record Julie’s name and character traits. He was just about to ask another question when she chimed in with one of her own.
“What’re these ‘special abilities’, anyway? Seems only fair if I get’ta ask you some questions, too.”
Not an unusual question and one he had been prepared to answer if it meant that he was able to get some more of the information that he wanted.
”Well those of us that are like me.” he would begin ”I mean those of my species, have the innate ability to sense magic and it’s source of origin. the way he spoke belied the information that he was with holding, but in truth still answered the question that he had been asked.
The burn from his wrist was beginning to get a little annoying but he had come this far and still had a couple of questions that he would like to ask her. The thought crossed his mind,
”So then Miss Phoebe Alice Stride” he would say a slight smile crossing his face knowing he had one up on her, unless of course she had actually read his badge would simply reveal his name on earth as his true name which he guessed would be imprinted in Celestial on the womans wrist. ”Do you mind if I come in so we can discuss this further, and our situation.” he would say finally pointing out his wrist and her name ”Vis-a-vee” he would add while pointing his wrist.

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@KahleenCuthald The characters are still just meeting up, due to losses in our numbers, the two that have been together the longest now is Cienna - Julie/Erin.. and well there was an event with a building almost being destroyed by an f5 tornado... and it's sunday evening

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As she raced to towards the front gates she noticed they were closing and a guard had stepped forward to stop her, escape cut off she would come to a halt not far from the guard and would stare at him passively her eyes still wide in that deer-in-headlights look though it was more like no one was home at this point. She would be breathing slightly heavier thanks to her wild flight and would be shaking all over.
When Madison grabbed her shoulder she would turn to look at the person she knew to be a man thanks to dossiers on all her commanders her eyes blank, somewhere in her brain the information was processed that she would have to obey and this brought her body to attention if not her eyes back to their focus. Inside her head there was a vicious battle raging somewhere along the lines of she had completely failed and needed to be punished. Her being seen to be afraid or even less than the perfect soldier had never been acceptable and now one of the runes, Maeve had seen her.

“Excuse me, Miss Kaizen,”
“but I’m afraid that you can’t leave just yet. Miss Kovalenko should be going some important information around this time, and…”
“Is something the matter? You look rather troubled.”
Listening to him she would nod in acknowledgement to the first parts out of simple response, a requirement that she show she is processing an implied instruction. However when he asked if she were ok she would freeze up again.
‘get your head out of the clouds stupid! He’s going to report you to father, they won’t want such a pathetic soldier on their team.’ The vicious mockery within her head would state, if she had not been trained as well as is, she might have simply collapsed at this point such was her total failure. ‘you’re going to get it now you stupid little girl, you’re absolutely pathetic!’ this time her fathers’ voice in her head as she remembered the beatings she received as a little child, she used all of her training to simply stand, thus her body would begin to tremble again under his hand.
"Sorry, sorry!"
"You, uh- You got us, ma'am. Sorry. It was all my idea, none of hers. She said, 'No, Byrne! That's an awful idea.' But I pushed her into it. So, uh really... All my fault. Horrid prank. She's innocent, though. Well, except for listening to me. But you know how it is, with peers and fighting and...

"It's been a long few days. Don't come down on her, would you? It's more me than anyone."

Hearing the voice again of Maeve even the voice in her head went silent, her body would go limp under Maddisons’ hand thought she would remain upright, her demeanour would shift from that of a deer-in-headlights to that of someone frozen in time almost, neutral and impassive. Should someone look at her eyes they would find them not tracking anything simply looking straight forward, her breathing would immediately settle into a sleep like pattern regular and deep.

Dossier File

Subject: Silvarae Kaizen (A.K.A Zero)
Age: 25
Combat Assessment:

Extremely dangerous in close quarters and long range combats, lacks middle range ability.
Prefers hand to hand combat styles, Mixed Martial arts style verified.
Special Note: Shield rune verified, unable to determine maximum potential at this time.

Psychological Assessment:

Subject Silvarae has been observed to be mentally unstable suffering from what would appear to be a crippling Inferiority complex along with pre-programmed requirements that must be met.
Subject demonstrates common characteristics to someone suffering mental programming along with a very strong fear of her father
Special Note: It has not been confirmed if this can be used to our advantage
Should these requirements fail to be met she enters into a catatonic like state where-by she is unable to process outside stimulation other than the ability to follow direct orders and danger assessments.
She has been noted to be 100% battle effective in this state however will not respond to anything other than the above-mentioned conditions.
It is observed that the subject will recover from the catatonic-like state within 30 minutes if kept actie or 5 minutes of complete downtime.
Special Note: Her rune partners (aett runes) may be able to bring her out of this state sooner - Unconfirmed
It is highly inadvisable to talk to the subject about the triggering event, this has resulted in one of two outcomes. A repeat of the catatonic like state or extreme violence in a panic driven like state.
CAUTION: it is inadvisable to try and return her from her catatonic state other than to let her return solo. Subject becomes extremely volatile if other methods are used.

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GM
After much time spent in deliberation it is decided upon by the party that they will travel the path indicated by the goblins towards Cragmaw Hideout, their base of operations. The only decision that was left to make now was that of the Goblins, what would become of them.
This question wasn’t left up in the air for long as the Barbarian, Bar, stepped forward with his demands;
Bar: "Either strength is proven or the weak are executed."
This lead to a turn of events whereby the Goblins would not understand the meaning of his words, The wizard, Seethe, seeming to have an idea from this walks forward and breaks the shin bones of one of the goblins, The other two goblins were reviled and would attempt to flee quickly from the scene. However the Barbarian would be too fast for them and would cleave their heads from their necks in one quick solid movement, collecting their skulls as he had the others.

The group navigate the two wagons off to the side of the road where they will be safe until the return of the party and set off towards cragmaw.
Before setting out Bar popped open the potion that Cienna had handed him downing the lot.
Bar: Feels great he said as he seemed to become rejuvenated.
Bar takes the lead while the others follow,
After walking north west along the path for approximately ten minutes along the trail the Barbarian almost steps into a snare trap that he had failed to locate, he dodges to the side as the snare snaps around a branch where his foot had been moments before.
"Hey, there's a trap there." Kiki calls out from her position watching.
While ‘M’ changes his psionic focus to the mind of the Nomadic.
Bar proceeds to gather the snare wire before they set out again, while walking he would tie the used up potion vial into his necklace offering kiki a bone from it.
While walking for another 10 minutes Kiki though on lookout for danger failed to notice that the ground had been disturbed. Bar noticed the moment he set foot on the trap an audible snap, which he quickly jumped back from as the ground and earth beneath him began to tumble into a 10 foot deep hole.
Following the goblins’ trail, you come across a large cave in a hillside, five miles from the scene of the ambush. A shallow stream flows out of the cave mouth, which is screened by dense briar thickets. A narrow dry path leads into the cave on the right-hand side of the stream.

Cienna
She would listen to the rest of the group decide what they wanted to do, she had been hired to make sure that they arrived safely and that is what she was going to do. She would take up a position in the middle of the group as the Barbarian she had given a healing potion took the lead.