[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019ef57c-0575-733e-bce1-ec62bebb22cb.webp[/img][/center][center][/center][hr] [hr][center][b][color=ffcb00]Location:[/color][/b] Otherworld [b][color=ffcb00]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Thousand-Faced Rose (Spear Form), Rune Stones [b][url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019f2594-a524-752e-8ddb-7ffba17f4193.webp]Otherworldly Attire[/url][/b][/center] [hider=Leah's Inventory] [list] [*]The Thousand-Faced Rose [*]Rune Stones [*]First aid kid [*]Toothbrush and toothpaste [*]Preserved steak and salmon [*]Large water bottle [b](With April)[/b] [*]Writing implements (Pens, markers, and notebooks) [*]Spare clothes, 3 sets [*][i]A Rose in Midgard[/i] [*]Phone [*]Rock Collection [indent] Kanoite Aegirine Alexandrite Meteorite [s]Magnetite[/s] Fluorite Malachite Ocean Floor Basalt Prasiolite Scoria [/indent] [/list] [/hider] Chase turning the dome into a hut on legs certainly helped. She wished he'd have asked before doing it when she was actively trying to concentrate, but it took some of the strain off her. While she kept it up, he kept it going forward, kind of. It certainly didn't help, however, when Sabine stepped out with her wings and sparkly hair and started hitting on her. Leah could feel her face warming up as she stared forward at the roving mountain. [color=ffcb00][i]"Sabine.[/i] I'm trying to [i]concentrate,[/i] here. You can worry about trying to pull my hair when-"[/color] The sound of shouting and the bursting of fucking capybara steeds from the dunes below caught her attention. Bandits, if she wasn't mistaken. One immediately got to Luna and the rest started firing hooks at the dome. Three struck the underside, and she could see the bandits circling them to bind the shadowy legs in wire. That was a problem, and Leah figured she could turn back and shout for him to shut his power off so she could just bring them higher. But the moment was stolen away by the Everforge changing course. It was moving straight at them now. If they didn't veer off somehow, they'd be damn near flattened... Or would they? They were in the air, after all. When the mountain started vomiting fucking detritus at them, it tore through the dome. Sandstone wasn't the strongest thing in the world, and Leah hadn't intended for it to suffer the abuse of a veritable meteor shower. The dumbbell to the side of her face hurt like a bitch, and shoved her off her feet into the floor as if America Chavez had just haymakered her again. Leah helped Sabine get behind the wall after she got clocked by a fucking bar stool. She grabbed her sword and held it up. [color=ffcb00][i]"Tiwaz."[/i][/color] A rune flew out of her pouch and slammed itself into a slow along the blade. The rune was reflected up and down the kaleidoscope surface of the weapon, and the Thousand-Faced Rose morphed from a sword into a long spear. The blade thinned and stretched forward at one end, shortening as the hilt became a full haft. The tip of her spear was alight with golden energy, and it vaguely resembled the rune that was now embedded just above Leah's fist. It'd be easier to fight in a confined space with than her sword, if the bandits somehow got up here. Everyone inside was getting [i]worked.[/i] Leah saw Gideon die, and a mix of her being [i]Leah[/i] and Gideon being [i]Gideon[/i] meant she wasn't that phased. She'd just come back, probably with that metal still stuck in her. Honestly, Leah didn't quite get how her resurrection thing worked. But she had more important things to worry about. Using April's ice wall as cover, Leah picked herself up and slammed her palms into the floor of the flying structure. Two of her runestones flew out of their pouch and connected to the back of her hands. The Wyrd sprawled over the entire thing in lines of golden energy, holding the sandstone tighter together. Not by much, but it was enough that she could move and take her attention away from the outside for just a moment. She dropped one of her bags on the ground by April. [color=ffcb00]"Water in here, take what you need!"[/color] And then she stepped past them and Sabine, looking at the damage inside. There were holes in the dome, pieces of metal strewn about. And Chase had a fucking sword in his stomach. She ran over to him and wrenched it free as if it were just a splinter. It was deep enough to puncture an organ, and she was already reading her spell. [color=ffcb00]"Sit still."[/color] Leah pointed a hand at him, causing more runes to orient themselves by her hand to form a stave. Magic rolled over Chase's body, sealing up most of the wound. That looked like agony to her trained eye, it was good thing she'd invested her time into this. It healed him up to a point he could move around. [color=ffcb00]"You still have internal bleeding, I can fix that. You're going to need more help, so [i]move slow.[/i] Use your powers on the dome some more, the legs were a good idea, just let me focus on you."[/color] She knelt down in front of him, spear held upright, and prepared to cast the spell again... [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c4842-fdb0-726a-bb52-4bfd95680e14.webp[/img][/center][center][/center][hr] [center][b][color=b940da]Location:[/color][/b] Otherworld [b][color=b940da]Magic Items:[/color][/b] [sub]She’s no magician but you know she’s got that magic wand.[/sub] [b][url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019f2594-cc6f-72ad-a118-1d3397369e02.webp]Otherworldly Attire[/url][/b][/center][hr] [hider=Marlena’s Inventory] [list] [*]Backpack [*]Spare clothes, 3x [*]Knives, 2x [*]Cruiser board [*]Snacks [*]Water [*]Skating tool kit [*]DIY Kit [*]Writing tools [*]Phone [*]Sunglasses [*]Deodorant [*]Toothbrush and toothpaste [/list] [/hider] [i]Whoosh. Fwip. Boom. [/i] Projectiles hurled off in her direction like she was trying to dodge a meteor shower, but almost [i]miraculously,[/i] Marlena had managed to outright avoid damn near everything the dwarven bandits and the crawling mountain on legs could toss at her. It surprised her as she danced through the air on her skateboard-turned-hoverboard, a winged cannon firing a pounder that Marlena barrel-rolled away from, with her power keeping her feet and the board in contact with each other. Combat was a foreign thing to her, she had no formal training in the art of piecing a guy up, let alone dwarves riding capybaras in an alien desert. She had her knives, yes, but Marlena carried those because she was a transgender teenage girl who live in New York City, not because she was some kind of roguish dagger fighting savant. So the only thing really on her mind as she improved a master-class in evasive maneuvers was the dog that had fallen from the sky. For a moment, the projectiles flying her way were a bit much to actually move towards him. One of those winged cannons made her have to [i]jump[/i] and land as she flew in a straight direction, just to avoid getting blasted into the next chapter. Marlena dropped out of the air, arms behind her as she careened down toward Jean-Luc, swerving left around another cannon and getting a close call from a radiator that the Everforge spat out. She reached her arms out and caught the dog, holding him close and slingshotting herself back up into the air with centrifugal force that she hadn't imagined she could leverage. [color=b940da]"Got you!"[/color] God, he looked so damn soft- Was he going to shed fur on her nice new robes? Oh well, Marlena wasn't thinking about that. In fact, her pulse was [i]hammering[/i] when her board went still. The scrabbling little creature was immediately supplied with headpats and reassurances to the best of her ability. Though, admittedly, she was more of a cat person, so she wasn't that sure how to console a dog. [color=b940da]"Take it easy, Frenchie, I'm not letting you fall. I've got an idea."[/color] Her Otherworld outfit was layers of robes over one another. Under her cowl was another layer, and over both of those was a sash that went around her full body, fastened into place by a belt. That was the perfect spot for someone his size. Up there, above the dome and the chaos below, she womanhandled him and stuck the Golden Retriever in the loop around her back, then blindly wrapped one of her backpack's straps around his other half so he was nice and snug. No chance he'd go flying when she started doing flips and other maneuvers she didn't even know she could do with her powers. [color=b940da]"Okay... What do you think, Jean-Luc? Should we try and help them?"[/color] He was just a dog, so it wasn't like he could talk. [color=b940da]"Between you and me, I'm way out of my depth here. I don't know those dwarves enough to negotiate like Luna, I can't fight like Excelsior, and I definitely can't pull what Chase and his sister from another mister are pulling right now."[/color] It was exhilarating. And also terrifying, what if they got hurt down there? What if Marlena had to cause someone harm herself? Could she even do that? She fumbled with Jean-Luc's leash, tucking it in with him as she thought. And then... It hit her. A grin spread across her face. Who said she had to [i]fight[/i] the bandits? She reached behind her and ruffled the puppy's fur. [color=b940da]"Jean-Luc, you and me are about to cause a [i]ruckus."[/i][/color] Marlena tilted backwards, and the board went over her head in a backflip that sent her careening in a nosedive once again. She went wide, and embraced the cold desert wind that rushed past her. She had a plan, and if it worked, maybe it would buy the rest of them some time.