Altered Tundra

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Unlike Jaakuna, Reia, and Lorenzo, WEsley and Nadeline didn’t have the Ifrit to take them to Dalmasca. And quite frankly, Wesley much preferred the leisure way of travelling that normal, commercial airships provided. It not only gave him plenty of time to spend with Nadeline before they arrived in Dalmasca, but it also gave WEsley more time to contemplate exactly what he was going to say to his family and how he came to this decision. But it was mainly the former.

As soon as the pair got their tickets, Wesley opted going to the cabins as soon as he could. While he would love to do some sightseeing, he has seen enough of Ivalice from the air to last a lifetime. Besides, he had to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen in just mere hours. It had been weighing heavily on his mind. There was no doubt in his mind that Nadeline caught onto that. He wasn’t his usual talkative self and didn’t seem to be observant of most things. Like, right as they had gotten their tickets, it took him a delayed moment to thank the front desk clerk.

And when he got into their cabin, Wesley had to force himself to smile outwardly despite the rest of him feeling all kinds of anxiety, something that Wesley was a stranger to. He didn’t know how to handle.

WEsley took a seat on one of the arm chairs spread in front of the window. He gazed out into the open skies as the clouds slowly passed. What seemed like minutes, Wesley was completely silent, seemingly deep in thought. Even if Nadeline were to say anything, he most definitely didn’t hear her. There was a large part of him that was muting most outside noise.

---

“Or maybe you should turn down your own.” Savayna retorted back. No matter what Grant tried to do or how he wanted to get her into a better mood, Savayna wasn’t going to pretend and seem excited for this trip. Her morale was at an all-time low. There was hardly anything that Grant could say or do that would make her change that. “Just drive. The quicker we get there, the quicker we can leave.” Savayna said, grabbing a hold of Grant’s waist.

She simply would wait for him to get them moving. She had nothing left to say on the matter.

---

“Whoa now, Lorenzo,” Jaakuna would interrupt Lorenzo halfway through his speech, “Iris is much more than a simple A.I. What you’re describing is the prototype version of what operates the ship in whole.” Jaakuna corrected Lorenzo, “yes indeed, she’s more than meets the eye. She’s not just an A.I. that the Archadians have developed, but she’s a member of this crew. Without her, I would have died several—”

Just as Jaakuna was about to recall something, he was interrupted by Reia. She suggested a tour. “A tour! That’s a great idea!” Jaakuna had said in unison with Lorenzo, prompting Jaakuna to look at Lorenzo. Did he just find his new best friend?

As the moment passed, Jaakuna coughed, clearing his throat. “Um, yes, well, I suppose we got a lot of time to kill,” Jaakuna said, “Iris, how soon until we get to Archadia?”

“In calculating the current windy weather conditions and airship regulations, we should arrive there in five hours.” Iris informed Jaakuna.

“Oh, then I suppose we have plenty of time for a tour.” Jaakuna said, snickering with a grin on his face. He turned to REia and Lorenzo. “Fine then, let’s begin the tour!” Jaakuna said, pointing to the first item on the list. It was a door just to the left of them.

As he would lead them through it, they would find themselves inside what Jaakuna considered to be one of the most impressive parts of the ship: the engine room. It was a massive room that had a few rows of monitors and tables, all of which that were facing the main engine. It was impressive to say the least. Each time Jaakuna came in here to run the daily tests, he forgotten how impressive it was. An engine that was one giant magicite. It was blue with hints of white, silver, and green. It was of circular nature and it oozed Mist. The amount of mist, if left constantly in check, was enough to destroy any large city ten times over. If one listened closely, they could probably hear the whispers of the mist echoing throughout the room.

“Well, here is the engine room. Any thoughts, questions, or compliments - please speak now or forever be in awe!”

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Now that my own Jackson has been accepted, like this post for relations talk!

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Jackson Torvald "Jax" Drake - The Mundane

“Luckily, common sense had never been a strong suit of mine and my feet moved
faster than my brain.” ― Katherine McIntyre, An Airship Named Desire

Headstrong — Trapt | You're Going Down — Sick Puppies | All Star — Smash Mouth


"What? I have a name and shit, yeah, but if you dare use THAt name, you're gonna regret it, I promise you."

● N A M E ●

Jackson Torvald Drake

✔ Jack or Jax - call him this if you're a friend or acquaintance.
✔ Jackie-boy - only call him this if Jackson is your best bro or you'll regret it
☠ Torvald - under no circumstance are you to address him by this name. Only his mother can use this name and even then he despises her for giving him such a lame middle name.

● A G E ●

18

● G E N D E R ●

Male

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

Student at Lincoln Memorial High School and part-time Mechanic at Drake Automobile Repair Shop

● L O O K S ●

It’s hard to place if Jackson is a slob intentionally or does it unknowingly. The fact remains that, despite awareness or not, Jackson looks, acts, and more importantly, presents himself as a slob. His strawberry blonde hair is often unkempt. He sees washing it daily and tidying it up as a chore. He has much more important things to do, like sleeping or eating food. Because of that, you will often see him with messy hair. Odds are that, when you see him strolling through the streets of Verona, backpacking through The Wilderness, or just doing whatever the frick that Jackson Drake wants to do, you’ll see his hair be an utter and complete mess. Only on a rare occasion will you see this juvenile with combed hair. And that’s only in those instances when he’s trying to impress someone who has caught his eye. Speaking of eyes, Jackson’s are some weird brown, blue mix.

Despite how active he could be and how much he likes to walk, Jackson doesn’t maintain a healthy diet long enough for it to make any difference. If you were to ask him, he’d probably something like, “I might work out, but I enjoy food too much.” So, based off of that by itself, it wouldn’t be hard to give an estimation of why Jackson never achieved anything passed a low lean build. His body isn’t to the point of emo skinny; that’s reserved for his other family members. But don’t count on seeing Jackson flex for you. He won’t do it. And what’s more on that, he doesn’t have anything to show. He’s a person of above-average height and average weight too. They are respectively 5’11 and 150lbs. Pretty much the opposite of a bodybuilder.

Inside Jackson’s closet are the clothes of someone who doesn’t know how to diversify his fashion sense. Too many shirts that are a mix of band merch, video game merch, anime merch, and generic skater logos. And his pants seem to not know the meaning of bright colors, or anything other than blue and black. Seriously, just look at it! A decent amount of jeans and shorts, but they all look like someone pulled a bruised face, and plastered them over some jeans. You would think with how his mother made her living in her youth that he would have at least some grasp on color variety. But nope, there is nothing to be had with Jackson. At least his style is his own. When someone hears about a little pest named dressed in blue jeans and wearing some fandom-related merch, it’s ninety-nine percent likely that it’s Jackson Drake.

“I will not bow for any reason. If you got a problem, we can settle this with our fists.”

● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

Jackson is a man of passion. He’s a hot-headed mess with horrible sense of direction. And he’s thick as all hell. Not very bright either. There are few redeeming, intelligent qualities about Jackson. But he tries to make up for it. He wants to show people that he’s not just foolhardy. He wants them to see his passion. Whether it's through his action to show those that doubt him not to do that or if it’s putting in extra effort in whatever he does. One thing you can count on Jackson is that he's a man that refuses to give up. Perhaps this is tied to his stubbornness. He will never ever bow out unless he is physically unable to.

Jackson is vocal. His bravado knows no bounds. He doesn’t exactly adhere to subtlety, and picking up on sarcasm has never been one of his strengths. Despite that, he says what feels and feels what says. Some say that he has an aggressive nature, often unpredictable and explosive. What could Jackson say about that? He just can't contain himself. He's a man that's blessed with an explosive curse.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

Jackson Drake doesn’t believe in labels. It doesn’t suit him. That being said, he does have eyes for the female gender. He’s not shy about that. But again, he won’t label himself heterosexual or pansexual or anything with -sexual at the end of it. That just isn’t how he rolls. Again, with that being said, for what he looks in someone is to be absolutely chill. He can’t have someone overreacting over something he might say or do. God-forbid they cry because he got his ass kicked by the resident bad boy, or they get angry because he might’ve said something about how he never makes wise life decisions.

That’s the dream, at least. Jackson would indeed like someone as perfect as that, but he knows that life isn’t a fairy tale. This isn’t some Disney movie or RomCom. He knows that someone like that doesn’t notice someone like him. So Jackson doesn’t spend time hopelessly fantasizing about it. Still, a person who could see beyond the rough exterior wouldn’t be so bad. If they could just look at the man behind the front he may or may not do for show, then that wouldn’t be so bad.

If only, right?

● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●

The first third of Jackson’s life was spent in Seattle, Washington. Then, after a death in his family, his parents, Leonidas Theodore Drake and Riley Johanna Drake, with his sister Jade Riley Drake, packed up what they could, and relocated to Verona. After spending a few months going from apartment to apartment, Leo’s auto repair shop took off. That allowed them to move into a decent house in New Town. It wasn’t far from the schools and where Riley found work, which was The Salem Diner, where she is a waitress.

Spending the rest of his adolescent and upcoming teen years in Verona, Jackson was one of those boys who discarded safety and opted for recklessness. Over the course of his preteens, Jackson was high on energy. He got into more physical altercations than he did verbal ones.He didn’t know how to walk away. And maybe that’s what his main problem was. All of that pent-up energy with no idea how to use it positively. It was then, by the time Jackson was thirteen, he was put into some off-the-record boxing classes by a neighbor.

Over the course of the next couple of years, Jackson learned some valuable lessons from that neighbor. He was taught how to properly punch and when the right moment was to walk away.. He found that he really enjoyed boxing. Not just the hitting, but the sport itself. It gave him an outlet that wasn’t some poor kid’s face.. Granted, he gained other hobbies like skateboarding and working on cars.

When he turned eighteen, Jackson had given up on Boxing, feeling that he didn’t need it anymore. Instead, he focused on skating at the nearby skatepark, and working part-time at Drake Automobile Repair, which brought him great joy in doing. It brought a sense of purpose to his life.

Jackson felt weird. He experienced it first-hand when he was working on a car for one his father’s clients. It began with a headache, which Jackson wasn’t a stranger to. Working in a auto repair shop, those were bound to happen. But, as he would continue working on it, Jackson started to feel weak, almost as if nauseous.

When Jackson proceeded one pace forward, his head hit the car, making a small dent into the front bumper, and landed face-first onto the cold, concrete floor. His father, who was just a few paces away, heard and saw him. He rushed over as soon as his legs would allow.

Over the span of the next three days, Jackson would occasionally wake up in his room. He had a bad cough and had a killer headache. When the second day came to an end, Jackson had taken a turn for the worse: his headache was twice as painful and his nose was bleeding, to which his family had him on his side. That seemed to help. There was nothing that they could do aside from praying that he would get better.

The third day had came, and something miraculous happened: Jackson was up and walking, completely without the symptoms of the illness. He had no headache, no dizziness, not even that feeling of nausea. At some point during that day, Jackson had went near some open flame. In his case, it was the flame from the stovetop. In front of that, something bizarre happened. Jackson placed his hand over the flame, and it responded to it. The flame rose as Jackson had pulled his hand away. It didn’t seem normal, which was obvious. Jackson would simply ignore that for the time being, and get to making his sandwich because he was starving, and he was holding up the line in their small kitchen.

“Okay, ass flowers, this is the end of The Jackson Road Trip! Please don’t let the door hit you where the good lord decided to split you.”

● S U P E R P O W E R ●

Fire Manipulation
-Fire manipulation is the ability to manipulate fire.

● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●

Ascendant

● A B I L I T I E S ●

• Manipulation is limited to hands.
• Existing sources is both the minimum of Jackson's potential and maximum at the current moment.
• He can will them into small constructs, balls of fire, and a small wall of flame.

● W E A K N E S S E S ●

• Control of fire depends on size of the source of fire manipulated
• Emotional state plays a large factor into Jackson's control.
  
  • Anger will make his manipulated flames erratic and out of his control.
  • Happy will make them more in his control but not as strong;
  • Sad will be the same as happy, but they will be stubborn like Jackson, and not want to respond to him immediately.
• Only of of his three capabilities can be used and there is a small time window in-between each use before he can use it again.
• Extended use of his ability will result in automatic fatigue, and possibly the inability to use it for a short amount of time.
• While heat resistance is a given, complete immunity is not. Jackson will get hurt by fire.
• If any existing source is doused in water, Jackson will be useless. Period.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

-499

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

When Jaakuna, Reia, and Lorenzo had left the castle/palace, they would do so in a carriage of sorts through the city, guarded by about six soldiers of the Rozarrian army that were to serve as their escort. It wouldn’t take long for the trio to get to the Aerodome, however, due to the lack of people on the streets. Though it was bumpy, on account of the leftover debris from the explosion in the magicite mines.

At the front desk of the Aerodome, the trio walked by the desk clerk. She would smile at Jaakuna, as she remembered him after the third time he came to stigma. However, her eyes widened in disbelief when not only she caught the glimpse of Lorenzo and Reia. While the latter simply ignored her, Lorenzo did something of wink accompanied by an idiotic grin. Jaakuna caught that, he also caught Reia scowling at Lorenzo.

Please don’t let it be like this the entire trip.

Jaakuna sighed, not looking forward to the trip.

When they got inside the section of the Aerodome where the many airships were held at, they would go to one that was unique for larger airships like the Ifrit. As they were on a platform, blue and green light emitting from magicite shot down, surrounding the three and their belongings. It took only three seconds until they were warped up so fast that, before they knew what either of them, the trio were inside the Ifrit. As to which part of the Ifrit they were in, it was near the engines, which was where the Beaming Station was located.

“Welcome back, Master Jaakuna,” Iris said.

“Thank you, Iris,” Jaakuna said, “please set a course for Archadia. And please also alert my brother, Roman, that I am coming home with Empress Reia and Prince Lorenzo. Tell him that I will tell him the details on a private, secure channel.”

“Right away,” Iris said.

“Oh and Iris.”

“Yes?”

“Please make it snappy. We cannot waste any time.” Jaakuna said.

“Of course, Master Jaakuna.” Iris said.

Once their conversation ended, Jaakuna would turn to Reia and Lorenzo, who no doubt had questions of what that voice was. “Oh, I apologize. That was, um,” Jaakuna paused for a moment as he couldn’t help but notice Lorenzo. He was acting rather odd, more so than usual. “Um, you all good over there, Lorenzo?”

---

When they got inside Lorenzo’s Garage, Savayna couldn’t help but snicker a bit. He certainly wasn’t kidding when Lorenzo was all about technology. Everything from boats to motorcycles were present. To think that someone like Lorenzo had such a gifted mind for these machines. Sounds like someone else she knew, another loud-mouthed blonde. She laughed again.

When Grant referred to her as “my lady”, she punched him in the arm. Hard. She ignored his face for about half of a moment until she got on after he did. There seemed to be a part of the bike that was rather spacious, which would allow their bags to be placed in. Speaking of, Savayna had to do something about her cape. It wouldn’t do any good getting caught in the engine. So, she pressed a button on her breastplate, and her cape got sucked upward as if from a vacuum, and it was gone.

“Fine, let’s just get going then.” Savayna didn’t want to waste any time. There was no need to. Not like her father or mother would be at Omisace.

As she got on, she simply waited for Grant to get them out of Stigma and to the land of hypothetically disappointing parents.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

“Like Empress Reia said, this isn’t a fun field trip. Honestly, I’d much rather kick it with you, go skinny—-” Jaakuna stopped himself, catching the raised glances from Wesley and no doubt everyone else, “—I mean enjoying your company, than returning home, setting up this treaty,” JAakuna could just feel the lowkey shaming eyes on him. “Despite that, this is what we need right now. And in all honesty,” Jaakuna let his word trail as he would give Emiri a comforting glance, “you’re safer here than you are in Archadia with two royal siblings of Rozarria.” Jaakuna said, hearing Lorenzo’s words in his mind.

Though it’s true that Jaakuna would like to have her with him, the fact of the matter was that, with the treaty being in Archadia and Reia and Lorenzo being with him, there was a high chance of assassination attempts. Jaakuna couldn’t handle if Emiri was with him when/if that happened. He needed to know she was safe. The only place she would be safe at was in Rozarria, under the protection of Aloa and Vlyn.

“I’m sorry if you aren’t happy with me right now. I know I’ve abandoned you once before, and this might feel like this again,” Jaakuna said, recalling when he just upped and left Emiri overnight. “But I promise when we get back, I’ll make it up to you. Just you wait.” Jaakuna shot her a wink, then his trademark grin. Given the circumstance, it was the most he could muster up for her.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Savayna didn’t bother saying anything to the group, because the last encounter was brief. She didn’t have time to strike up a small conversation. She simply wavedto them, bidding them adieu. She then took her bags, and hurled them over her shoulder, once more following Grant as he led them towards Lorenzo’s garage. She wouldn’t say anything along the way, maybe striking up small talk here and there, but for the most part, she remained silent, not exactly feeling up for talking at the moment.

---

And there it was. After Grant and SAvayna had left, Reia was finally here. No doubt she had a lot of things to handle. But jesus woman, you sure took your sweet time doing it. Jaakuna thought it was going to take all day. But only all morning, from the looks of.

After there was a short conversation between the two Roselia siblings, Emiri would comment about Lorenzo. That made Jaakuna freeze. Mid-thought, he didn’t know how he was going to break it to her. How would he bring it up? Hey, so, I love you, you know that right? But, you need to stay here because you’re still recovering from last night. But don’t worry, I’ll call you when it’s all said and done. Yeah, Jaakuna that’ll only go so well. You only abandoned her so many times in the past, once without even saying anything.

Jaakuna let out a breath as quietly as he could. He looked to Emiri, knowing this had to be done. He loved her, but it had to be done. He said, “I know you want to come, but I think it would be best if you were to,” Jaakuna was forced to let that thought linger. His stomach felt like someone was repeatedly punching it. He wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn’t find the words. They were there; he knew they were there, but they wouldn’t come out. It was like something forbade him from saying it.

Come on, I gotta man up. I can’t do this again.

But despite that, Jaakuna’s voice never uttered those words. He simply scanned around the room, looking for an out. Like always, when it mattered, Jaakuna couldn’t do what needed to be done.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

_{Backend District → Warehouse District → Twilight Spirit}

Dominic and Shinto had split ways about half an hour ago. Or rather, Dominic took a wrong turn, and he had found himself - yup, you’ve guessed it! - back at the warehouse district. Why fate kept leading him here he would never know. He was only reminded of what had happened before: he got there too late, and was fucked. So, he left, and happened upon that kid trying to steal his shit. So, what did Dominic do again? He decided to search around. His head was clear, so now he would actually look around.

Almost half an hour spent, and Dominic found nothing. There wasn't a single sign that this wasn’t a waste. There wasn’t anything that hinted that the Resistance had met up. Nothing but dust and some paper. Wait, paper? Dominic picked it up.

“JACKPOT!”

Luck was on his side after all. Not Lady Luck. She gave up on him a long time ago. No, it was Leeroy Luck, Lady Luck’s retarded brother. He came through for Dominic. There, in his large hands, Dominic held a piece a paper that read.

“Meeting Place. Twilight Spirit.”

Twilight Spirit? A store? It can’t be.

Only, Dominic, it was.

Ah well, at least I know where to go.

In the proceeding half hour, Dominic would cover several dozen paces by trailing along Omisar to this store, Twilight Spirit. It had an odd name. Then again, nothing in Omisar was particularly normal .Regardless, Dominic’s bulky exterior, which had crimson lightning trailing behind him, had been able to make it to the store in record time, but at a price. Dominic had, more or less, exhausted his initial reserves. Not exactly a bad thing, but due to him often using more vis than what was minimally required, he often tired himself out too many times to count.

Regardless, Dominic was at the store. It looked plain enough. Nothing conspicuous about it. As he entered, again there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It seemed like your run-of-the-mill general goods store. Of course, not all seemed to be as they appear. Dominic saw a group of people gathering.

“A little birdy told me that this is where the anti-Prae fanclub was meeting. Where do I sign up?” Dominic asked, shooting all eyes that would be on him a cocky grin. “the name is D-Money, also known as Dominic, also known as The Crimson Arc!” He struck a random pose, crimson lightning emitting from his hands slightly.

Not as epic as when he had posed using his vis, but not a bad third place.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

That’s not what I’m worried about.

It was hard to tell what exactly it was. From the possibility that her family was no longer at Mt. Bur-Omisace to them being there produced two entirely different scenarios with their own ups and downs. Of course, Savayna would love to see her parents again, but after things were left regarding Jaakuna and her failed marriage to her, the prospect of presenting yet another royal prince that she had gotten herself involved with wasn’t an alluring scenario for Savayna, especially not considering her father and how she left things with him.

As Grant had mentioned the likely situation of Jaakuna taking his airship with him when he left for Archadia with Lorenzo and Reia, Savayna was curious how they were going to get to Omisace. Surely Grant wasn’t thinking.. “We’re going to steal one of Lorenzo’s toys, aren’t we?” Savayna asked, stopping as Grant walked a pace or so ahead of her.

---

As Emiri spoke, Jaakuna couldn’t help but notice that she avoided his promise to marry her. Of sorts. Did she not hear him or was she choosing not to hear? Jaakuna wasn’t sure, nor was he going to press her about it. But she did seem to be a little off. The way she was acting, the way her tone hinted at that, and just the overall air surrounding her was worrying Jaakuna.

He was going to ask if she was alright, but then she mentioned Reia and Lorenzo. Jaakuna shivered. “That’s assuming we leave any time soon,” Jaakuna said. He found himself sighing, annoyed for an obvious reason. Then, as he looked to Emiri, he saw her face.

And that’s when it hit him. The way she was looking. Not at him, but the way her eyes looked. They looked...empty? No, that’s not quite right. Neglected? Again, not right. Jaakuna couldn’t place it, but something about the way her eyes looked, the way they were glancing off into no direction in specific, increased his worry tenfold.

“So, how's your head feeling? I mean, since yesterday's fight.” Jaakuna said, giving Emiri a worried look.

---

Wesley looked on as Nadeline and Lorenzo talked about how they needed to protect each other. And how, if things got too bad, they should reuinte with the others. Again, Wesley agreed, nodding silently.

When she had hooked his arm, he would look towards Nadeline. A glance was shared, then his soft, noble eyes would go back to Lorenzo. They would share a look. Wesley couldn’t speak for Lorenzo, but the Dalmascian Prince gave Lorenzo a look that was essentially saying 'you can count on me to protect her', which he had previously stated. But the look was to enforce that sentiment.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Fatal Tragedy [Scene Three] — Dream Theater — Metropolis Pt. 2: Scenes From a Memory
The Fantasy — Thirty Seconds to Mars — A Beautiful Lie
Drowning — Eyeshine — Fall Seven Times, Stand Up Eight
Props & Mayhem — Pierce the Veil — Collide With the Sky
Figure.09 — Linkin Park — Meteora
War Child — Hollywood Undead — Day of the Dead (Deluxe Edition)
Bad Girls Club — Falling In Reverse — Fashionably Late (Deluxe Edition)
Golden — Farewell Fighter — Challenges
Here For Good — Failure Anthem — First World Problems
When I Grow Up (Pussycat Dolls Cover) — Mayday Parade — Punk Goes...Pop II