Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.
Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!
Full Name: Aster Damien Luixe Other Names: N/A Pronouns: Perfect/Gorgeous (He/Him) Age: 19 Birthday: February 4th, 1961 Gender: Male Sexuality: Gay
Appearance
Aster is perfect. Hair perfectly in place, colorful accessories matching a bold outfit, and confidence make anything work. He trades comfort for beauty and he'd rather be caught dead than with an unintentional scuff mark on his clothing. As is the rising fashion, pattern shirts, strong jackets, and boat shoes are critical components to his wardrobe.
Personality
Self-Perception: There isn't anyone better than Aster and that's the truth. No one is as worth his attention and respect as he himself is. Others are certainly entertaining, funny, and endearing, but in the end they must be pitied; they'll never be him.
Presentation: Aster is honest and direct. His unwavering confidence in himself and directness in his communication means he comes off as a jerk a lot of times but he refuses to dilute himself because it would be a shame for the world to miss his light.
Fears: Getting old and ugly, roaches.
History
Aster grew up the son of a single parent in New York, a financial analyst on Wall Street who frequented Paris for work. It was there he met a woman who stole his heart, gave him a son, and then passed away shortly after childbirth. The early years were difficult for the man, but his job afforded him regular escapes from a home haunted by memories of his love and the child who looked so much like her. Aster was raised by his baby sitter for the first part of his life, on whom he blames his son's more effeminate tendencies.
Now, Aster has enrolled in UBC and plans to pursue a major in communications and a minor in fashion, with an interest in stepping into Public Relations. Everything was going smoothly until a chance modelling opportunity at his hometown mall. Knowing he was perfect, Aster was furious when he was turned away and his pocket knife found the tires of the modeling scouts car less than an hour later.
Relationships:
Marco DePablo: A breath of fresh air in a campus of the blind, deaf, and dumb, Aster never considered an alternative where they weren't friends. Marco is sensible, fashionable, and clearly has excellent taste if he sought out Aster's friendship and is happy to trade conversation over their shared subjects, especially if they're looking at working on projects together.
Emily Richardson: Aster considers her more an acquaintances than a friend, but Marco and her are basically attached at the hip so closeness is expected. While he can appreciate the loyalty, and her baking the few times he's gotten his hands on it, he has politely and generously refrained from asking when she would put her training to the test and dig into her attachment issues to Macro.
Education: Aster is currently attending UBC. He plans on pursuing a career in Public Relations, though he has his doubts now about how it'll fit him.
Crime: Vandalism- slashing tires.
Camp activity: Water Sports: Swimming, Canoeing, and Rafting.
Knowledge and Skills
Sewing
Swimming
Fashion
Persuasion
Dancing
Tennis
Incompetencies
Basketball
Calculus
Cooking
First Aid
Empathy
Billards
Extras
Faceclaim name: William Franklyn-Miller Hex code: 00FCD8 Song: N/A
“My pleasure as always, Rohan. If you'd like another cup, let me know before you finish. It's on strict orders to be a pour over only so it'll take some time to make.” Alfonse left the paper he'd read off for Rohan's reference, neat, tidy, and tiny cursive, and slid up next to Barty, scanning everyone's drink before laughing under his breath. “Just admit you're lazy and like to boss people around.” He shot back at Barty.
Nicholas watched as people partook, satisfied with the ease the new people dipped into the… game. Rohan and Connie were to be expected and while the AV member attended the school, he meant very little to Nicholas at all so hadn't been sure what to expect. A wet blanket, clearly. How disappointing. But, Nicholas supposed all these new ones were disappointing in the end. Still…
Nicholas watched bubbles drift from Not-Marcus's mouth and it took genuine effort not to gawk. The true nature of his party favors may have been obfuscated; however, none of them should produce an effect like that. They didn't provide low quality magical trinkets and while peons may find this strange twist of fate amusing, Nicholas did not like the unexpected. Everything was in order, neat and clean, and arranged so that they couldn't be caught off guard. If one candy had been compromised, what else was going to happen?
Mithza didn't bother hiding her confusion as Jake spit out bubbles. “That's a new one. Didn't realize we'd rotated the stock already. People are gunna fucking love that shit for like two days, you know.” Mithza shrugged at Jake's predicament, batting away an errant bubble.
Green and Purple Circle
Oblong orange with a liquid center
Clear pyramid with rainbow hues
A mint green disk with a swirl
A tear drop shaped yellow hard candy
Cal - The warm, fuzzy feeling inside begins to boil. You can feel your dragon trying to push to the surface and everyone is glowing a faint green.
Cassie - The wall begins to pull apart like a fraying blanket. In the spaces between threads, you can see miles of mutilated corpses clawing their way towards you.
Jake - Your bubbling continues! However when a bubble is popped, one word of what you tried to say plays.
Finley - Translucent moths drift in the air around you, purple wings and pale bodies radiating a welcoming warmth. They seem to drift in a pattern, though it would take some focus to decipher it.
Everything was muted - he felt the pressure of a thousand people screaming, cheering, celebrating and the distant noise barely made him blink. He felt somewhere else as he stared at the electronic banner. The crowd could be cheering, booing, throwing tomatoes or flowers, and Danni wouldn't know. For now, he only had eyes for the electronic banner -
Young Avengers versus Excelsior.
He could feel his eyes stinging. This was everything Dorian, April, and he had worked for over the past few years. They'd won the semi-finals, beat a team everyone had been convinced would wipe the floor with Excelisor, and now Danni was staring at the promise of the chance to make their dream come true. People thought it was crazy with how great the Young Avengers were, some nothing team crushing the reigning champs sounded crazy to anyone.
“We won.” Danni murmured. He touched his cheek where the tears left tracks and he stared at it like he didn't know what tears were. He registered everything behind him distantly, struggling to process.
It was Leah that broke him out. The distant, stoic, uncertain mountain of a person who found personal expression the greatest offense and harbored an aggressive allergy to emotion exploded with a delight as intense as Danni's own and he watched her with awe. His eyes widened as her enthusiasm finally made this real.
They'd won.
“We won. We won. We won. We…” He didn't bother holding it back. Fire burst all around him, his own fireworks, and he rode the high racing through him. He did a little spiral in the air, all the noise hitting him at once, and he blew kisses into the crowd at everyone he could before letting the fire settle and free fall with a delighted screech, kicking up at full speed as his team hit the showers.
Unfortunately, he had little care for what happened next as he barreled directly into Andy and ended up in a tangled heap, laughing.
“‘oly… Guys we won! T'ey all t'ought t'ey were gunna kick our butts but instead, we ‘hammered t'em inta t'e ground! Omg, we're t'e best and we're gunna fight t'e Young Avengers!!! I can't wait! Imma cook all t'e best stuff when we get ‘ome! Not'in’ too fancy ‘cause we need ta sleep too and sleepin’ on a ‘heavy stomach is bad for ya skin, did you know t'at, and then we have- We won!!!!” Danni laughed as he squeezed Andy as hard as he could.
“I will also drink the Bush!” Dysphoria declared, eager to enjoy their Darlin’ favorite. Did they need to technically? No. But Dysphora had become quite partial to the drink when more chocolate had been added to it. Dysphoria dipped down to lap at the drink like a cat before their attention was snatched away by a fluttering curiosity.
“Does the littlest one protect you?” Dysphoria asked Willow, stretching out to look closer at Luna. “My time here has said bugs need to be squashed. Weak little things that like to bite and eat. Is this one not so weak?”
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“Not even five feet from the bar and you can't be bothered to get your own drink.” Alfonse clicked his tongue and shook his head even as he complied with Barty's demand, drink settled neatly in his hand as Alfonse picked up the last drink that hadn't been passed out yet. “Old age finally catching up with you?” The server teased. He picked up a comfortable mug and took off the wooden covering. Steam wanted out and shortly after the bold aroma of fresh coffee. He placed it at Rohan's elbow before reading off a small slip of paper.
“Slow roasted in small batches by hand, this blend is a mix of a modern catimor variety grown in the southern coffee regions of China and a traditional African coffee variety meant to highlight the former's cherry and plum notes. It's higher acidity also means the flavor fades quicker but has a smoother mouth feel.”
”Now why would I bother doing such a thing when I have someone as precious as you to aid me in my requests? Besides, I brew the contents, I don’t pour them. “ Barty responded to Alfonse as his eyes looked over the rim of the glass at him before finally taking a sip of his personal stash of scotch. Letting the flavour wash over him as he enjoyed the gone aged liquor before deigning to respond to Rohan. Watching as his brother prepared to cut in with their ‘fun' idea. ”Oh, it'll be much quicker than an hour I'd say.”
Mithza offered Willow a half smile. “Course we got that. Bosses would have our heads if we didn't offer all the common drinks. This your first time sippin’ on the good stuff or you just feeling a little down to earth today?” The bartender asked. With a flick of her finger, a glass neatly skidded across the bar and stopped just in time as Milthza fetched a pitcher of dark red sangria, oranges and lemons and pears floating in it, and poured while turning her attention to Annika.
“You still interested in a mocktail? I got most things available. Little Connie right there always wants a mocktail too. You seem like a pineapple gal - how's a Deep Isle sound? Lemon-lime, pineapple juice, blue curacao syrup, and a splash o’ grenadine.” Milthza offered, pushing the sangria to Willow once it was full. “You enjoy the Sangria and let me know if you need anything else now.”
Nicholas watched as people began to chit chat and split, side eyeing Jake as he exclaimed about a game or some nonsense. He was not comfortable with that one still, the uncanny resemblance off putting, but they'd all walked perfectly into his magic and this was the best place to try and bait this thing into revealing his true intentions. Originally, this was meant to be a spot of harmless fun - maybe get a little blackmail, see who they could exploit in the future and who to avoid, but now there was a shiny, new target.
“A game is certainly on the table, but what fun would it be without a little magic?” Nicholas cut into the conversation as he passed behind the bar. He picked up the small jar of candies and shook it gently. There were a variety of options: some green and purple, others a faint orange with seemingly liquid centers, a pyramidal one that shimmered like a rainbow. “Although the specifics of afterwards are intentionally hazy, an ice breaker isn't far off. What I have here is a-”
Barty stepped forward, tapping his finger against the glass jar with his fingernail. ” Magnificently Magical Ménagerie of Morsels! To help ease the tension and slip smoothly into our lovely icebreakers.” He added before looking towards his brother.
Nicholas gave his brother a long unamused stare before deciding not to comment on that atrocity. “Right. Rather than fishing for some inane, pointless tidbit about ourselves, we figure a touch of guidance towards something more personal was in order. All you have to do is follow the flow as conversation rolls. This way, everyone is on equal ground, new faces and old. But what is a game without a twist?” Nicholas opened the jar, handing off the lid to Alfonse, and placed it on the bar top. “You don't get to choose your candy. Someone else must offer you one. Barty, if you would be so kind?”
Barty reached into the glass jar, plucking out a mint green disk, before walking towards Cal. He placed it between his own teeth, leaning in to see if Cal would accept the treat with a kiss.
Afternoon - Wed. December 15th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
Ava fully stopped where she was sprinting after Percy, even Thuy's disappearance going unnoticed as she stared at Wil. “Percival? Isn't his name Percy? Where did that come from?” Ava questioned, staring at Wil like they'd grown a third head.
“Does it fucking matter?! It just us and we're about to get fucked!” Tatiana shouted at her, throwing a haphazard punch at Percy and another at Leah. “Wil, try to shake that bitch out of there! Kinda need your help here! This freak of nature is going to split my head open. I am not meant to be throwing hands with a pile of concrete!”
Wil:
Health: 90
Focus: 45
Karma: 2
Notes:
One Additional Reaction Each Turn
Regains 3 HP at the end of their turn.
Possessed. Cannot take a turn
Tatiana:
Health: 39
Focus: 60
Karma: 0
Notes:
Edge on Leech Life
Has an edge on all Melee attacks.
One Additional Reaction Each Turn
Uses Melee Defense for Agility defense.
Concentrating on Attack Stance.
Action:
Attacks Percy and Leah with Fast Strikes.
Rolls 4 + 3 + 2 + 4 (Melee) = 13 vs 13 (Percy Melee). Rerolls the 3 but gets a 2 so keeps.
Tatiana deals [3x3+8]/2 = 9 damage.
Rolls 6 + 3 + 1 + 4 (Melee) = 12 vs 14 (Leah Melee). Rerolls the 3 into a 4 and a 1 (Ava's Inspiration)for 6 + 1 + 1 + 4(Melee) = 17 vs 14 (Leah Melee). A fantastic success!
“Ah fuck.” Skyler roused, the medicine bringing him to consciousness and he groaned as he stretched. His spine popped repeatedly. “Damn, gonna feel this for a while. Good game! It was wicked! We should totally do it again.” He flashed Sabine and April a thumbs up and popped out of his bed, shuffling around the pair to check on Prudence.
Whispers and shadows crawled up and over the walls from Thuy's body. “Hi, hello, maybe focus on the bindings before the injuries? Bitch wont stay dead even if we try but if that gets any worse, we're getting sucked into a hellscape and dealing with Thelma getting mind fucked is going to be enough of one later. So please.” Skyler joked, only half serious, as he popped up on Prudence's bed, rubbing his hand along her back soothingly and turned his attention to the AA folk. “So, you all coming to the celebration after the final match? We always throw a kickass party regardless who wins! All the teams except the discount Avengers are invited.”
Barty was about to lay down on his bed for the year, but as he made his way towards the side of it he paused. ”Almost forgot something, what's the warmth of a room without a little music.” He was certain Finley wouldn't mind, but even if she had he wouldn’t have cared in this instance. Not that he didn't care for their feelings or thoughts, but this had become somewhat of a tradition for Barty, especially at the beginning of the school year when he was first setting up. A record player appeared on the side table to his bed as Barty grabbed a leather suitcase and pulled out a vintage first pressing of Lorna Wu's ‘Ballad of the Witches Road’. A fine example of an enchantress and protector with a remarkable voice. It was signed of course, though the names the signature was addressed to were ones the twins had long since abandoned once that era of their life had ended.
Barty placed the record onto the player carefully, the beginning notes of the guitar resonating across the room. Having lived a life both as an audiophile and media mongrel, this record held a special place within his heart. Its nostalgic melody helping soothe him from that airheaded enchantresses existence and allowing himself to begin to enjoy the new school year. As the music played, he began to pull out some clothing. Originally he'd thought to simply wear jeans and a t-shirt that said ‘Get Naked and Go Wild’ in clear contradiction to what their own letters had told the students to do. Partly to see how they'd react and who would do it. Yet Barty spied a glimpse at what Finley had opted into wearing, telling him he may need to go slightly less casually than he had wanted. So he grabbed one of his many long wool coats, double breasted and cutting off just above the knees in a mixture of dark and light grey wool with wooden buttons. It'd survived with him through several decades, he could still recall the craftsmen who made it for him. They really didn't make clothes like they used to.
Barty placed it to the right of his suitcase on the bed, grabbing tweed high waisted pants that he'd altered to keep a permanent fold so that the hem sat up high to give room for his leather boots. A pair of original Doc's from the first decade that their ‘Airwair’ had come out, and the same decade within this song's writing. All that was left to do was pick out a shirt, and he'd already decided to use an old linen button up shirt. It was a bit big for him, billowy in just the way he liked to have it, the sleeves roughly rolled up to just below his elbow on either side, and the first few buttons undone to give himself a deep V that exposed his chest. Simple, elegant, and a testament to good fashion and craftsmanship from his long life and past.
The music, Barty's little ritual for every new room he stayed in, seeped under Nicky's skin with a warmth from days long gone. It'd been nearly a century since the record had been made, some 3 handfuls of decades away, but he couldn't help but long for the ease their lives command then. Well… at least what bits he could remember. Most days they'd been twelve drinks deep and a few tabs under by 9am and the year had passed by in a fog. He remembered leaving Elvis for dead. He remember stumbling in a painfully sober stupor around Tennessee. He remember stumbling into some Tyler someone's lap. And then they'd rode Aerosmith's fame.
Ah, the good old days.
Nicky hummed along with the music. They hadn't gotten close to Lorna Wu and he was content with that. Kept it cleaner, safer, that way. The less strange folk punching up, the better. Every now and then he still woke here, heart pounding and flames flickering behind his eyes lids and screams ringing in his ears, with the urge to escape before everything went to hell. It was a difficult instinct to repress and, truth be told, he wouldn't want to. It was what kept him alive this long. The fact that he chose to remain despite it was what puzzled him.
“What are-” Nicholas turned and peered over his shoulder at what his twin pulled out. It didn't quite hit the right note for him so he fished through his belongings for something more reminiscent of those days. A green shirt with autumn leaves and the sleeves rolled up, darker green pants, and polished black shoes would still be a relaxed look with seemingly sloppy. Plus, it would be easy to get out of once the party had been quieted and the real fun began. Finely and Dysphoria's outfit certainly held promise as it hugged everything perfectly and showed off just enough to tease and definitely wouldn't be a problem later.
“Are we ready?” Nicholas inquired, snapping his wardrobe shut.
Barty finished putting on his clothes, grabbing a black coal liner and quickly doing his water line. He picked up a large brimmed hat and placed it at the crown of his head so that it resembled more of a halo than hat, allowing his tuft of dark hair to ruffle out from a front and fall gently over his brow. He waited for the final note of the song to play before turning off the record player and lifting its needle. ”As always my dear.” He replied, turning as he slid his coat on, allowing it to flow with the motion.
Rather than use the convenience of the Neverish, Nicholas decided they'd enter with their guests. The staff was competent but who knew how challenging these kids would prove to be. The Neverish was a dangerous place and as amusing as it would be to see one swallowed by the dimension, Nicholas did not want attention drawn to their little corner of it. It was a meticulous, bloody, and exacting piece of spell work that he didn't need to repeat.
However, as the twins stepped out of the staircase leading to the lower level of the Academy, Nicholas had never regretted a decision as quickly as when the crashing sound of something stumbling into a suit of armor reached their ears and he sighed. Across their link, Nicholas grumbled. “If there is a cost beyond entertainment to this, I am collecting compensation with their organs.”
”Please, the only damages that may occur are going to be to any braincells that may have remained before having bashed them against that weapon just now. I swear, it feels as if the school had gotten desperate this year in accepting applicant's.” Barty replied within his twins mind.
Nicholas didn't respond again, but nodded his agreement. The Academy certainly didn't maintain many standards. However, they'd invited the rabble to their door and the rabble they would entertain. Or Barty and the staff would entertain. Nicholas would be perfectly content sitting his table against the far wall watching the chaos this group would cause.
“Oh dear. Are you alright?” Alfonse quickly stepped forward after proffering a short bow and a smile to Cassie and an equally excited wave to Jake, gingerly taking Willow's hand and softly pulling her to her feet. “We can get you some ice inside. That looked like a nasty bump and you wouldn't want it sore or longer than it needed to be.”
Nicholas ignored the commotion and continue past the group, reaching the painting more important than whatever nonsense was happening. “Social pleasantries can wait.” Nicholas projected his voice as he stepped through the assembled, willing to speak over everyone if necessary. “Passing through to Haven demands focus and small talk will not serve you in this effort. Pay attention. The passage is accessed via the child. A simple offering of your magic, the wards will recognize you, and Haven shall unfold before you. Should your intent or focus waiver, the best case scenario is a lonely night in your dormitory; otherwise, you may well find yourself lost in the depths of the Neverish forever.”
Barty produced a small metallic rectangular box, deep dark green with golden accents. He flipped the lid open, pulling out a cigarette and placing it delicately between his lips before shutting the case closed once more. Unscrewing a circular cap that attached to its top slightly, and flicking the lighter alive. He bent down just enough to light his cigarette before snuffing the flame and taking a long, slow, drag as he made his way past the other students gathered at the entrance to their little Haven. Blowing the smoke out once he'd faced away from the painting. ”Its simple, safe, and does you no harm. Some of our dear friends here can attest as such.” Barty added, looking towards Connie and Rohan as he knew them to be the more likely trusted amongst their peers.
It was barely a swirl at his finger tips, Nicholas's pale blue magic ghosting across the painting over the child's ribcage and it beat once, twice, and he was gone.
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Those newly entering would find the magic beating in the chest of the child's rib cage for long moments before the painting stretched and ripped and a single long pitch black hall extended into nothingness. The heavy weight of magic surrounded those who walked the path and plucked at their clothes, brushed against arms, whispered unintelligible things in the corners of their minds. A stray thought could shift the path here, in the space between places, planes, and worlds, and an unwarranted traveler would find just how dangerous the Neverish could be.
However, the crackle of a fire and the warmth of its light welcomed those who stumbled into the speakeasy. The hearth stood a good two meters high and was made of cut stone 6 centuries old. It stood across the room from the entryway and was decorated in a variety of gold gaelic charms pressed into the exterior. The bar's name and symbol, a black bull's head inside a golden wreath, hung above and glimmered with its own light. Two doors, one a forest green and the other navy blue, framed the hearth.
The room itself was otherwise dark hardwood flooring,burgeondy wallpaper, and matching furniture. A large chandelier hung in the center of the room and its candles burned smokelessly, their flickering nearly in tandem with the scones dotting the space between the paintings on the wall. A myriad of art, from paintings to etchings to photographs, hung on the walls and depicted horrible and beautiful moments of time in supernatural history.
Along one end, a sofa ran the length and offered seating at several tables. Across the room, more tables and dark leather chairs filled the space between the bar and the hearth, with the exception of a small raised section boasting a meticulously maintained piano.
The bar itself was simple and neat, tiers of alcohol along the back mirrored wall, and comfortable stools on which to sit near the coat closet at the front door. Mithza Leaned on the bar, a platter with drinks and a small jar of mixed candies behind her. Two menus, one black, one burgundy, and both with gold ink, were presented on the bar.
Barty made his way in, snapping his fingers to grab Alfonse's attention. ”Alfie, be a dear and grab me my usual.” He asked (demanded) as he leaned against the wooden bar waiting to see who all had made it through.
Foods:
Haggis with turnips and potatoes
Cullen Skink
Scotch Pie (Mutton)
Clootie Dumpling
Cranachan
Favorite Cocktails:
Old Fashioned
Manhattan
Sazerac
Gin & Tonic
French 75
Bee's Knees
Specialty Cocktails:
Lotus Elixir
Ambrosia
Weathered Wail
Rooms:
Individual:
Green Room
Red Room
Purple Room
Gold Room
Group:
Dark Room
Play Room
Consumables:
Fell
SoulByrne
Veil
Windows Pane
Lover's Speed
Companions:
Please inquire with the Bartender for current availability and rates.
“But I wanna kick-” Danni shut his mouth when Leah roared. “Okie, okie captain! Whatever you say.” Danni did not need a rock defying at him with Leah on a rampage. With Thuy looking worse for wear, he kissed his fingertips before lining up the shot and firing.
Danni:
Health: 60
Focus: 30
Karma: 2
Notes - Danni has an edge when using Elemental Burst (Fire) - Hot Shot.
Action:
Danni rolls his Elemental Burst with Edge against Thuy.
He rolls 4 + 4 + 4 + 4(Agi) = 16 vs 13 (Thuy's Agi). He rerolls the damage die in a 2, so keeps the 4..
4 × 4 + 4(Agi) = 20 Fire damage on Thuy, knocking her out.
Danni will hold Elemental Protection if he is targeted by an attack that deals damage.
Afternoon - Wed. December 15th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana
Before Skyler could snap back or mutter out a spell, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he vanished before his head cracked against the ground of the arena. Wil’s shield nearly materialized to try to help, but their body wasn’t theirs to control anymore - Dorian commanding it in their stead. Wil struggled in the darkness, the quiet and stillness, and watched from their tiny space helplessly as Ava shouted at Percy, running around helplessly to try to get her mace back even as he popped from space to space. Ava was trying to put on a good show but the tension was clear and tears threatened at the corner of her eyes.
Leah’s punch, dampened by flames, still boomed viciously across the arena and the first row of spectators felt the air rush up and over them. Thuy was forced to take a step back, distracted by the overwhelming force, and swore as electricity ran up her side. It snapped her back enough that her flames sprung up again, clashing against Danni’s fire and snuffling them out, but she waved her hand out as she took another few steps away, fire sputtering harmlessly out in front of her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Thuy’s eyes darted between her remaining opponents. The whispers in the back of her mind grew, demanding control, demanding blood, demanding the souls of her enemies and threatening to take them if she wouldn’t do what was expected.
Hey, pay attention to me, meathead.” Tatiana shouted, throwing two punches at Leah. Although both connected, Tatiana yelped and shook out her hands. “What the fuck, are you actually made of rocks or something?”
Thuy:
Health: 43
Focus: 110
Karma: 0
Notes:
Edge on Hellfire Chains.
Concentrating on Elemental Protection
Action:
Rolls a bloodlust check with trouble. 2 + 4 + 3 + 5 (Ego) = 14 vs 13 (TN). Stays in control.
Leah’s attack deals no damage but breaks her elemental Protection.
Takes 28 damage from Andy.
Uses her reaction to use Elemental Protection against Danni (costs 5 focus) which does not break it.
Uses Elemental Burst on Andy but misses.
Takes 4 points of internal damage.
Wil:
Health: 90
Focus: 45
Karma: 2
Notes:
One Additional Reaction Each Turn
Regains 3 HP at the end of their turn.
Possessed. Cannot take a turn
Tatiana:
Health: 51
Focus: 60
Karma: 0
Notes:
Edge on Leech Life
Has an edge on all Melee attacks.
One Additional Reaction Each Turn
Uses Melee Defense for Agility defense.
Concentrating on Attack Stance.
Action:
Attacks Leah with Strikes
Rolls 6 + 3 + 2 + 4 (Melee) = 16 vs 14 (Leah Melee). Rerolls the 3 but gets a 2 so keeps.
Tatiana deals [3x3(-2 Leah DR)+8]/2 = 5 damage.
Rolls 4 + 2 + 2 + 4 (Melee) = 12 vs 14 (Leah Melee). Rerolls the 2 into a 4 for 4 + 4 + 2 + 4(Melee) = 14 vs 14 (Leah Melee). A match hits.
Deals [4x3(-2 Leah DR)+8]/2 = 6 damage for a total of 11 damage total.
Takes 4 point of internal damage.
Ava:
Health: 60
Focus: 60
Karma: 2
Notes:
Edge when attacking with her mace.
Action:
Attempts to wrestle the weapon back from Percy.
Percy uses his reaction to avoid.
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“Put her deeper. We’ll need more time to address these burns.” Another doctor ordered, as quick and efficient spell work urged Thelma into deeper slumber. Prudence slowly came to as her eyes blinked away the brightness of the room and she groaned softly, rolling onto her side as she covered her face from the light. Thelma was gingerly shifted over to a gurney and rolled out of the room.
The bed next to Sabine groaned as Skyler’s unconscious body appeared in it.
An attendant paused at Sabine’s bed as she rose. “Give me just a moment to look you over and then you can join the stands if you’d like.” With an incantation, a cool, swirling wind enveloped Sabine and the attendant’s eyes glowed with a pure white light. She smiled at Sabine. “It looks like you’re in the clear. If you experience any lightheadedness or any pain beyond some general soreness for longer than a few hours, please come see us or your primary immediately, alright? Drink some water and you’ll be good to go.” She pushed a cup of water into Sabine’s hand and immediately began fussing over Prudence as another attendant checked on the sizable lump on the back of Skyler’s head.
April collapsed into the bed over from Skyler next, two attendants rushing over after seeing a few burns as well. Thankfully, they were dealt with much easier and a viscous, pungent green cream was soothed into her wounds. After a few beats, the burns started to lighten and open cuts and bruises heal on their own.
A text message response from Vision would come almost immediately:
DO YOU KNOW IF THEY CONSUMED THIS SUBSTANCE AFTER THE MEDICAL EXAMINATION? I WILL FLAG THIS TO CONTEST STAFF AND ASK FOR A PANEL TO BE RUN AT THE MATCH’S CONCLUSION. THE MORE EVIDENCE YOU CAN PROVIDE FOR ME, THE STRONGER OUR CASE WILL BE. THIS IS NOT A CLAIM WE SHOULD MAKE LIGHTLY. IF WE ARE WRONG, WE WILL GAIN A REPUTATION FOR FALSE CLAIMS, AND FUTURE ONES WILL NOT BE CONSIDERED AS CAREFULLY.
And then -
HOW ARE YOU FEELING?
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Vicky, too, would receive a response from Vision.
MY APOLOGIES. I HAD ASSUMED YOUR CONCERN WAS OUT OF CARE FOR YOUR FRIENDS AND A DESIRE TO SEE THEM SUCCEED. I WOULD BE HAPPY TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH YOU ABOUT PHILOSOPHY AS IT RELATES TO RULES AND LAWS, BUT NOW I CANNOT GIVE YOU THE ATTENTION THAT CONVERSATION DEMANDS. MAY I SPEAK WITH YOU MORE ON THIS AT A LATER TIME?
Her mother stepped to the side, blocking Vicky’s path. Hope always prided herself on looking put together, but anyone who knew her could see the poorly disguised dark circles under her eyes. She was silent for a moment, staring at her wayward child. She may not have birthed Vicky, but she created her. She had put her hopes and dreams into this young person. Wasn’t that what any mother did?
“Vicky - can we talk now?” Hope asked. “I don’t… It’s been a while and it’s always later. I understand that you’re angry, and that you have questions, and… I’m here now. You’re here now. What if I can help you?”
Confusion swept across Cassie’s face, followed by rapid understanding, and a muttered, ”oh shit - I knew we forgot to tell them…”
Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy Grimore: N/A Skills: N/A
Nicholas looked over at his brother’s side of the room as it unfurled, but otherwise continued with his business. He pulled out six different pipes, four different tins of tobacco, a variety of books, and a small roll of gardening tools and gloves that he neatly deposited away in the little desk provided. At Finley’s acceptance of the offer, Nicholas glanced up, offered an approving nod, and continued meticulously unpacking and putting away. He disliked a disorganized space - it made it so much more difficult to ensure the essentials were brought when they inevitably had to run.
“No, I am quite-” Nicholas stared disapprovingly at the tendril Dysphoria extended at Finley’s offer of assistance and followed it back to the grinning symbiote. “You will get your fill later so be patient. I do not have enough to warrant assistance and I doubt your placements will put my mind at ease.”
“Yes, the quiet thing is a strange one. I would need a better taste to understand what simmers beneath her skin, but it is an interesting one indeed.” Dysphoria agreed. “We have the woodling amongst our coven and the excitable one. What did that one do? AV? Something along that. I imagine with these makers we can create quite the gift for our dewdrop.”
“Do not begrudge the mortals their shortsightedness. They die too quickly to care for others.” Nicholas said, hanging away the last of his clothes and snapping the door shut. “Cal will have his fun with her and move on. wondering over a mortal's incapacity to empathize is a waste.
"I think mortals are fun. They feel so intensely! It makes them tastier.” Dysphoria disagreed playfully, an old argument between them.
“Gotta me sure I give all my fans t'e attention t'ey des-” Danni paused before he blinked, registering what the boy said. He glanced over his shoulder and confirmed Princess had vanished too and Danni groaned. “When did t'ey get another shot on ‘er?! I ‘ave been over ‘ere for like ‘alf a second! Damn, Leah's doin’ work wit’ t'ose punches and look at t'at lightin’, so cool right? I felt like t'ere was suppose ta be fire- Oh, shoot I'm t'e fire!” Danni increased the fire pumping out of his feet, backfiring away, winking and blowing a kiss at the audience in the process, and bolted back to the fight.
“‘ey! Y'all started wit'out me! I want in on t'e beat down! She was one of t'e gross ones and I still owe ‘er a good burnin'!” As Danni came to a spinning halt, Danni lined up a shot and let loose.
Danni:
Health: 60
Focus: 30
Karma: 2
Notes - Danni has an edge when using Elemental Burst (Fire) - Hot Shot.
Action:
Danni rolls to back flip away from the audience.
He rolls a 5 + 5 + 5 + 4(Agi) = 19 vs TN 13.
Danni rolls his Elemental Burst with Edge against Thuy.
He rolls 5 + 3 + 3 + 4(Agi) = 15 vs 13 (Thuy's Agi). He rerolls the damage die into another 3.
3 × 4 + 4(Agi) = 16 Fire damage on Thuy.
Danni will hold Elemental Protection if he is targeted by an attack that deals damage.
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