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Benjamin Ryan “Benji” Cross

Benji

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"This town blows - let's fuck."

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║ Name ║

Benjamin Ryan Cross

║ Birthday & Age ║

16 | 5/31
Denver, Colorado

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║

Male | TEchnically bisexual, but has a preference of men(in the closet, though)

║ Other Labels ║

Bad Boy | American-born | English | Agnostic | Non-existent political affiliation

║ Occupation ║

Unemployed

║ Appearance ║

Benji is a man of above-average height and just as much weight. His body is lean and skin tanned adequately. He has a short to medium mane and eyes dark green. Benji doesn’t have a dominant display of facial hair; though, he is hairy along his arms, chest, and legs. Not too much, but it is worth noting. Attire-wise, Benji has what most would call the “bad boy look”. He has maybe one or two pairs of decent jeans, torn t-shirts, some longs-sleeve variants, and maybe a leather jacket or two. He has one pair of shoes that are far from being new but they aren’t withered, either. He does have piercings, though - both ears, a couple along his nose, eyebrows, too.

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"Cry me a river."

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║ Personality ║

The Positive

• High self-esteem
• Unpredictable actions
• Cockiness

The Negative

• Selfish
• Reckless
• Unmotivated, arrogant, and Apathetic

What You See
Is what you get.

Benji, above all else, is the stereotypical bad boy, plus or minus a few things. Right off the bad, you’ll see that he doesn’t lack confidence and will personify that whenever he does anything he, at the very least, sets half of his mind to. He’s likely not to take no for an answer, so don’t expect a gentleman if he doesn’t allow you to refuse him. No, this doesn’t mean he’ll rape you. Gosh, what kind of guy does Benji look to you? No, he’s just very assertive and usually gets his way.

The odds haven’t really been in his favor, especially as of late, so one might see Benji do something uncharacteristic to how he was a year ago. Last year, he probably wouldn’t have missed a day of class or mouthed off to a teacher or do anything of the sort, but lately, he’s been doing all of those things in excess. Furthermore, you can count on him to not take much care to those he hurts or what his actions do to those same people. A lot of caring about doing the act itself, not so much the aftereffects.

One last thing to note is that Benji is often disassociated by a lot of social events. They just aren’t his thing. He might partake in certain events if they interest him. Like, you might catch him join a contact sport just so he could, at the very least, get away with hitting people, but he won’t aspire to be the captain or anything. He just wants to be able to beat up people and that seems the way to go. Oh, and he’s a selfish little bitch. Only thinks of himself. So, if you get hurt, well boo-fucking-hoo. Cry me a river, woman

What I Know
One could say that Benji does have some layers. Think of him like an onion: it might be hard to do so, but once you do, you’ll find him not to be so bad. Yeah, he can be a dick and maybe an asshole as well, but guess what? Underneath it all, he might just be a bit of a pussy. Okay but seriously, this guy has experienced hardship like it was nobody’s business(and he’ll constantly say it’s not their business). Death and disappointment has been his last year, so you’ll forgive him for being a certain way. If you get past what he puts on the surface, you might find he’s loyal like a dog. Or there might be something else waiting for you. No spoilers, but just know that he’s like the transformers: there’s more than meets the eye.

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"People say I have a bad reputation. I think I’ve got the best reputation in the building." - Kanye West

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║ My Dreams ║

Benji doesn’t have a lot of hopes and dreams, for he’s not exactly into a lot of things that would motivate him to do much of anything; though, he would like to get the hell out of Westworth and maybe see more than the same streets and same people. Like, maybe a fresh start? Yeah, that sounds nice. That’s exactly what I need.

║ Fears ║

• Staying in Westworth.
• Having to talk about his feelings.

║ Likes ║

• Smoking
• Partying(and what happens at said parties)
• Alcohol
• Loud and heavy music
• Certain nerdy things(tell anyone and you’re dead)
• Most food
• hitting people/getting into fights
• Certain arts.

║ Dislikes ║

• Talking about the serious matters
• Spoiled brats
• Snitches/rats
• Those who brag
• Prep rallies

║ Brief History ║

Troublesome. Tribulation. Tragedy.

There comes a point and time where one just has to not care about what others think about you, especially after you suffer a massive tragedy in your family. This is exactly what drove Benji to be the way he is. Coming from a family that is well-liked, he might've not always been how he is right now. He has a father, a mother, two brothers, and a sister. His parents were originally born in London, England, as were his older brothers Sylvester and Wesley. His sister Cassandra and him were born in Denver, so they didn’t get the British accents, though there is a certain regal tone to Cassie. Benji didn’t, sadly(for them, but not for him).

Benji doesn’t live a really lavish life. Some would even say he’s dirt poor. Well, this is because he lives only with his older brother Wesley and Cassandra. The three of them have lived in Westworth for most of their lives, but it’s been the three of them for about a year, because that’s when their oldest brother got into a major car accident and had since been in a coma. And that caused a rift between their parents. Their father took his own life and their mother moved in with her parents back in London. Wesley opted to care for his younger siblings. It was the only thing he could do. But, let’s just say that Benji took it hard. Not that he talked about it because he closed up since then. One does have to wonder if the old, semi-social Benji lurks somewhere.

In any case, ever since last year, Benji’s personality had shifted for the worst. He became distant, garnered a reputation of not exactly being the nicest person. Misunderstood or simply not giving any fucks, Benjamin Cross turned a new leaf.

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║ Extra Curricular Activities & Sports ║

Contact sports(football, wrestling, etc.)

║ Reputation ║

Some call him a player. Some call him damaged goods, but let’s just call him what he really is: bad to the bone.

║ Best subjects, Worst subjects ║

Creative Writing, woodshop, P.E.; Everything else

║ Extra information ║

>>Family<<
Simon Thomas Cross | Father | 55 | Former Businessman | Face Claim: Colin Firth _{deceased(suicide)}
Yvvone Lena Cross(nee-Blanc) | Mother | 45 | Senator’s Daughter/Run's her father's website | Face Claim: Rose Byrne _{Moved back with parents}
Elias Frank Cross | Older Brother(Died at 26) | 24 | Face Claim: Justin Chatwin_{deceased(car accident)}
Wesley Alistair Cross | Older Brother(22) | Works at the Lumber Mill | FC: Ben Barnes
Cassandra Lenore Cross | Older Sister | 19 | Face Claim: Emily Browning

|[ ⚵ ]| Cloud Chasers |[ A Fairy Tail AU ]|

Shaweet! I got a sheet coming tonight or tomorrow for sure. :)

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

What was first thought as a preposterous notion seemed to finally shaping into a possible reality. Of all the Wyrms on Ivalice supernatural soils, the Hell Wyrm was only second to yiazmat. It was as large as it was gruesome, yet as the trio worked together, attacking the beast from three different angles, it was becoming clearer to all three of them that their strategy, though seeming random, was working. Lannit’s explosive Needle Storm from the right provided the distraction that Jaakuna needed to utilize his not-as-threatening powers he obtained from Zodiark and unleash non-elemental flames into the hardened skin of the beast. At the same time, Lorenzo shot forth a rather impressive orb of powerful mist-empowered magick at the beast.

And with that tirfecta, the beast cried out in agony. The attacks forced it to come closer tot he ground, a gust of inferno released as a crater the size of the beast itself formed underneath its large form. The gust sent all three men flying in their respective directions. Jaakuna was shot upwards all the way to the wall where his back made a large thud, and sent the blonde male free-falling to the ground. Thankfully, however, Belias would summon himself and catch Jaakuna, making sure to pyro-teleport himself twenty paces away from the raging inferno swirling around the Hell Wyrm.

Meanwhile, Lannit was sent the same distance as Jaakuna was, only he remained on the ground, but did he ever make a large thud against the wall. Unlike Jaakuna, however, he didn’t have the assistance of an esper to help him, so he was forced to take it like a man. But it hurt like a bitch. Lannhit would look over and see that Lorenzo too had a unwelcomed greeting with the wall. Thankfully, by the looks of it, he came out of it better than Lannit did.

“You’re an idiot, you know that, right?” Belias reprimanded Jaakuna. “What did you hope to accomplish with that reckless action? Of all things, you use Zodiark’s influence?!” Amid the roars from the Hell Wyrm, Belias’ voice was heard.

“Belias —”

“You couldn’t use a scathe or maybe Flaraja?” Belias continued his scolding of Jaakuna.

“If you would —”

“Given your mistakes before, I thought you would’ve learned by —”

“Would you just shut up and let me talk!” Jaakuna shouted.

Belias looked at him, beast arms crossed over his chest.

“I know what I was doing. And I know what risks I took, but when I was digging into the remnants of Zodiark, I came across something rather interesting.” Jaakuna had a look on his face that he never thought he would. It was an expression that hinted at a revelation, and Belias mused an intrigued sound.

“Well, I’m waiting.”

“I can’t explain it; it’s just this feeling I got.”

“You’re hopeless.” Belias shook his head.

About twenty paces to the right, Lannit stumbled to his feet, and approached Jaakuna and Belias. His eyes were widened as he saw the tall esper. His run slowed into an awkward, slow jog, eyes never leaving the gaze of Belias’ towering form.

“You look better than I thought you would.” Jaakuna quipped.

Lannit nodded slowly.

“Lannit, I am sure my appearance pales in comparison to the Hell Wyrm.” Belias remarked, seeming annoyed by Lannit’s foolish wariness.

Jaakuna agreed with Belias, which made him look over to the goliath of a beast. The inferno was raging on, but something seemed..off. Or, at least, it gave Jaakuna this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Come on! We need to get Lorenzo away from that.”

“Jaakuna?”

“I can’t tell exactly what it is, but something about that inferno is unsettling. And Lorenzo is too close for comfort.”

Jaakuna didn't’ wait for Lannit or Belias to reply. He took off to a sprint, casting Haste so it would speed up his movements. Belias followed, using the same spell. Lannit would scratch his head and also cast haste as he wouldn’t be far behind the two.

By when they reached Lorenzo, Jaakuna’s feeling was right. As a large glyph appeared above the large beast, the inferno storm would compact around its form. This glyph started to rotate as alarming speeds. And from each line of the glyph came the same fiery winds from before, only this time it increased twice as much in the intensity. From that, a homing flurry of inferno orbs shot at the trio of blonde men. They were coming so fast that they would only have moments to react.

But would it be enough? It would have to because it was coming straight at them.

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“So that’s her, right?”

“Yeah. She’s been asking a lot of questions. And none of them good, not if we wish to keep our plan secret.”

“What does The Boss say? Kill her or kidnap?”

“Against council, The Boss wants to see her alive. Apparently she’s interesting.”

“How so?”

“She has unlocked the seal.”

“Who, that dainty girl? No way!”

“It’s true; though, I don’t think she’s not fully realized what she’s capable of. If she had, then she wouldn’t have failed in purifying her friend from the Darkness.”

“Oh well. Let’s nab her, then.”

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“I’m sorry, girl, I don't think I know who you’re talking about?” A merchant said. The blonde girl in front of him wanted to know about Sylvester Alexander. As if he would know where the recently-revived prince was at. What kind of fool did she take him for? “Listen girl, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing you can —”

Suddenly, the Merchant went silent, a terrified expression on his Bangaa face as he saw two familiar faces. One was Caeruleum, the Azure Wright, and Sanguine, the Blood Wright. Two terrifyingly dangerous Humes that were part of the Dark Dagger Guild, a branch of the Brotherhood. “Nadeline Lenore?” Caeruleum asked, his gold eyes looking on the princess, “we hear you’ve been asking about Sylvester.”

Sanguine looked at Nadeline, smiling softly. In the next moment, tendrils of blood ran through both shoulder-blades of the princess, then they coiled around her body as they would lift her up onto Sanguine’s shoulders. He, as well as Caeruleum, disappeared into the ground through a bloody, tar-like liquid. Only in thirty minutes would they resurface somewhere grimy, and stinking of death.

“Boss, here is the girl you requested,” Caeruleum gestured to Sanguine who removed the girl from his shoulders as well as the coiled tendrils that bound her. Oddly enough, there was no wound from where the tendrils had originally struck.

As a figure in a dark cloak would turn around, the hood came down, and a mane of silverish-blonde hair flowed. It wasn’t that long in the back, but the sides and front had interesting bangs. When he would look at Nadeline, he waited for her gaze to meet his. “Nadeline of the House Roselia, Princess of Rozarria, daughter of Lorenzo and Karolina Roselia, and third to the crown. And if I’m not mistaken, future queen of Dalmasca.” The male said with an empowered voice. “You hear that, my brothers? We are in the presence of royalty. Bow, my men! Bow!” The male bowed, showing Nadeline the respect she obviously deserved. “So, tell me my dearest princess, why do you seek Sylvester Alexander? What is it you wish to know about the recently revived prince of Dalmasca? Do you wish to ask his permission to marry his brother? Or do you, oh I don’t know, want to make sure he isn’t going to stand in the way of his younger brother’s claim to the throne?” The male waited, looking at Nadleine, observing her face as he would gesture her to answer. She indeed had the floor.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

To Lorenzo’s backstep from the searing black and crismon flames that had came flowing from the Hell Wyrm’s mouth, Lannit and Jaakuna jumped to the left and right respectively. The flames spread across ten paces and extended twice as much. Of course, from what the two blonde men who had jumped to the sky could see, Lorenzo was able to get out of dodge just a fraction of a second before it would turn the maroon ground into charred bits.

But of course, that didn’t stop the Hell Wyrm from trying to have a go again.

For an odd reason, the giant beast simply eyed all three of them. Safe to say that both Lannit and Jaakuna were unsure what was going on. Over the time span of a minute, the two exchanged confused looks with each other and Lorenzo, to which they would see something similar to their own expression.

“How peculiar..” The Hell Wyrm rasped.

Jaakuna and Lannit looked at each other, blinking to one another, baffled. They looked to Lorenzo with the same glance, then back to each other, then to the Hell Wyrm.

“These walls speak many things. They hear many things from the surface world.” The Hell Wyrm coiled its voice to where its head was facing the trio of men. “But nothing has been mused more than you three.” It had a voice that was deep. Echoed.

“Jaakie..”

“Yeah?”

“You’re hearing this too, aren’t you?”

“Yup.”

“[Okay. i just wanted to make sure.” Jaakuna and Lannit were shaking. Who knew the Hell Wyrm could speak? Surely not Jaakuna nor his friend, Lannit. “So, now what?” Lannit asked.

“Well, maybe converse with it.” Jaakuna suggested.

Lannit shrugged. He pondered for a moment, then said, “So, nice weather we’re having, huh?”

Jaakuna groaned, hitting his face with his fist as he couldn’t believe what Lannit decided to go with.

“Archadian named Lannit. You have her eyes.”

“Her?” JAakuna mused, raising an eyebrow.

“What’cha talkin about, Willis?”

“Lana Ward. Her eyes were orchid and silver, laced with natural magicite essence. A rare specimen.”

Wait, did he say.. “Lannit, don’t —”

Too late. Lannit was already changed into his mist-infused appearance, but a bit darker than when they fought the Wendigos. And before JAakuna could stop him, Lannit went charging full speed. There was a moment where Jaakuna thought Lannit was going to make it. The Hell Wyrm had yet to catch sight of Lannit, as the now pink and purple Archadian was going so fast that he was in the beast’s blindspot. If that wasn’t enough, Lannit had just called out his quickening. He even started firing, which caused the Hell Wyrm to finally take notice. Of course, that didn’t help because it..actually was working. After the first couple of dozen of needles, it actually caused the beast to flinch.

“Keep going, Lannit!” Jaakuna shouted as he gestured Lorenzo to follow him.

As Lannit kept his assault, spewing some words tha tJaakuna had not been able to make out, Jaakuna took to a leap and landed on the Hell Wyrm’s back. At this point, he stabbed both swords into the back of the beast. It didn’t even crack the skin, but Jaakuna had hoped that he distracted the beast’s mist field enough for Lorenzo to penetrate it.

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“Very good, Princess of Rozarria. That was the correct answer,” Old Dalan clapped a few times, grinning widely. “My rats have told me that a rather peculiar, silver-haired male has been frequenting The Muthru Bazaar.” Old Dalan told Nadeline, “I do not know if that’s where you will find him. This information came from my rats two fortnights ago. But, should you find yourself in need of answers, gil is the way to many poor man’s lips. Give him gil and secrets shall be yours.” Old Dalan brought Nadeline in for a hug, but making sure to keep her close to him. “Trek carefully, Nadeline. There are those who wish to keep Sylvester’s presence a secret. I do not know who you heard it from, but if they mean you no harm, then they must not know the truth, but I do.” Dalan’s voice was less zany. It was of dread and urgency. “The truth is that there is a shadow within the shadow of Rabanastre’s previous hierarchy. Be vigilant, Nadeline. Wesley will not forgive his crazy grandfather if he let his future wife to her death, nor could I forgive myself if I let my future granddaughter-in-law to meet the gods before her time on this world has had a lengthy run.”

Old Dalan released Nadeline from his embrace, giving her a smile before gesturing her off.

Cloud Chasers | A Fairy Tail AU

<Snipped quote by Altered Tundra>

We have emojis?! Holy hell! *mind blown!*

@Empath

WE gotta keep up with the times, after all. ;)

Cloud Chasers | A Fairy Tail AU

@Sarcelle Renard & @Crimson Raven Sweet! Let's see what we can come up with and if we can create some shared lore.

This would also be fun to do with some of the Cloud Chasers' characters I think *insert pondering emoji*

@Empath

you mean that one, right? :P

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

“It’s actually Lannit.”

“I wouldn’t bother.”

Jaakuna shook his head at Lannit with an annoyed expression on his face. Lannit would catch the hint, and now would follow Lorenzo, who had assumed the position of leader as he would take charge forth.

There was probably just fifty paces separating the three blonde men from the Hall of the Wroth God. Surprisingly, there didn’t seem to be any sign of monsters within the area. Jaakuna found that odd. First off, Sochen Cave Palace was crawling with monsters of all sorts, so it was definitely intriguing, if not just slightly off putting, that there seemed to be none in sight. Furthermore, what was this uncertain feeling that Jaakuna got in the pit of his stomach? It felt like dread, but at the same time, it was something entirely different.

As they came to a waystone, Jaakuna would see Lorenzo gesture him and Lannit to surround the pedistal. Jaakuna sighed, walking behind Lannit as they all surrounded it. A field of crimson mist surrounded them as they were warped into time-space. In the span of three moments, they were in a large hall that had candles that burned iridescent red, seeming almost crimson. The entire room had two waystones: one where the three blonde men were at and one five hundred paces opposite of them. From a vertical standpoint, it was five hundred paces from waystone to waystone. From a horizontal standpoint, it was three hundred to three hundred. The ground was seeming made of some kind of maroon concrete.

“Well isn’t this cheery.” Lannit quipped.

“They don’t call it the Hall of the Wroth God for nothing, huh?” JAakuna quipped along with Lannit.

As they observed the hall, they both came to a mutual glance, nodding at each other.

“There’s nothing here,” Lannit remarked, gesturing to all angles of the hall. There was nothing in sight. “We could probably skip this fight.” Lannit stepped forward five paces with a big grin on his face, then suddenly a field of hot, dense, fiery mist engulfed fifty paces wide and fifty paces high. Quickly, Lannit jumped back, barely escaping the inferno that had suddenly just appeared.

Jaakuna shook his head at Lannit. He was going to say something, but then Jaakuna heard such a ear-screeching roar that his attention immediately went to that. It seemed to have originated from the fiery mist. Only in moments would Jaakuna, as well as Lorenzo and Lannit, see that it was indeed the Hell Wyrm. It looked like its poster: tall, eight magick glyphs hovering over its large body, and a face not even a mother could love. Above all, however, its entire body was as if the pits of the underworld came up, and took physical form.

“So what was that you were saying about nothing being here?” Jaakuna snickered.

“Oh shut up,” Lannit scowled at Jaakuna, “let’s just beat this big fucker.”

Lannit had reloaded his Needle Rifle, aiming it at the Hell Wyrm. JAakuna chuckled, and poised himself to strike. However they were going to do this would have to be figured out sooner rather than later because the Hell Wyrm came charging at them, surrounded in hellfire.

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When those final four slugs entered Levi’s motionless corpse, Savayna found it odd that she didn’t feel anything. She didn’t feel satisfaction nor did she have feelings of sadness; it was just emptiness. Even the sounds of the four bullets being fired didn’t produce a reaction. All it did was remind Savayna that life was short. It was given just as fast as it was given away. Savayna knew that.

Savayna took her sword, and sheathed it, not saying anything to Grant after he had done the deed. She simply started walking away, not even wanting to wait for her new fiance.

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Nadeline Lenore Roselia presented herself to him. Old Dalan would take a swig of his Bangaa Ale in one hand and a draft of his pipe in the other. As her request would be laid out in front of him, he hummed quite obviously, almost zany-like. Her eyes made her intention clear to him, still the elderly man couldn’t help but contemplate this request, taking long moments before arriving to a conclusion of sorts.

“The Princess of Rozarria wishes to find her soon-to-be husband’s dead brother,” Old Dalan was testing her. But no, one look into her eyes, and he knew she knew about the late prince’s sudden reappearance from the dead. “No, this princess is not a fool like many would be inclined to believe.” The old man mused a half-grin.

Old Dalan set down both his pipe and jug of ale. He would lean forward, taking Nadeline’s chin in the grasp of his wrinkily hand. He brought her face close to his. Her examined her eyes, seeing the truth within the truth, possibly looking for a doubt of some kind. After a minute of keeping her face so close to his that the stench of smoke and alcohol was all she would smell, he released her, curing a smile.

“Before I give the Princess of Rozarria this highly valuable information, tell Old Dalan why it is you wish to find him?” Old Dalan had leaned back, old, fading hazelnut eyes gazing upon Nadeline.

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Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

With Lorenzo taking charge first, Jaakuna and Lannit had followed suit. The two had practiced their maneuvers so many times over the years. Though it’s been about four since they last fought together, they still had the same strategy as from before: Lannit would fire his Needle Rifle at the enemy, which got their attention, and Jaakuna would take advantage by striking with overkilling fury from the air as he utilized a float spell.

And so they did exactly that. Pink needles of magicite were fired from Lannit’s gun, exploding into medium, non-elemental magickal damage on four Wendigos spread across ten paces. Though it damaged them, it didn’t seem to hurt their heavily-armored bodies. From what could be seen, it only annoyed them.

As the four Wendigos charged at Lannit, who kept firing, Jaakuna came from the sky. One WEndigo was sliced in half by both swords as Jaakuna came down with a vertical strike. Next, without wasting any momentum, Jaakuna thrusted forward with one sword, sending white and red fire into one Wendigo. This didn’t kill it, but the magick from his sword did maim it as the beast was sent five paces opposite of Jaakuna as it was sent to Lorenzo’s direction.

Jaakuna took in a breath and saw the remaining two come at him. Twisting his body, Jaakuna would use his Mist to create a sort of fiery tornado of red and white. The two beasts sent out blizzara spells at the tornado. Unfortunate for them, the ice didn’t even make it past the heat generated from Jaakuna’s mist.

As the two beasts came charging at Jaakuna. In a matter of moments, he would release the fire maigck he had been gathering at the two beasts in the form of a hurling, fiery tornado. It would envelop them and raising their bulky bodies ten paces off of the ground.

“Now, Lannit!” Jaakuna gave Lannit the signal.

Lannit charged his rifle to the max, the needles growing twice as long as they normally were. A unique pink and purple mist oozed from Lannit’s body, surrounding him to the point that it drastically changed his entire body. His hair was a deep, dark orchid, his skin had been tinted with a magenta color, and his gun had so much magickal essence coming from it that it was about to burst.

Until Lannit fired.

“Needle Storm!” Lannit called out.

The mist-infused needles shot out at such a velocity — and quantity — that if you blinked, you probably missed it. The total count of how many magicite needle rounds were shot exceeded the hundreds. When the needles had made contact with the tornado, it changed its color to match Lannit’s temporary appearance. And as the last round of needles was fired, the tornado exploded, leaving nothing of the two Wendigos in the tornado.

As the smoke would clear, Lannit’s former paled-skinned, blonde-maned self returned.

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“By all means, finish the job.” Savayna wasn’t even going to protest to that idea. If there was a chance that she was still alive, any at all, then she encouraged Grant to put a few more slugs into her. It might be a little cold of Savayna to feel like that, but sometimes being frigid never bothered her. It was sometimes necessary when faced with the possibility of a bitch coming back from the dead.

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Isabella hesitated briefly when Nadeline explained what she was going to do. She expected her future daughter-in-law to do something like that. The Queen Mother knew that because it would be something that WEsley would do. Honor and integrity were the cornerstones of Wesley’s soul, so it wasn’t a shocker that Nadeline would have something similar.

“It’s astonishing,” she mused aloud, “you are so much like him.” isabella smiled, chuckling to herself as she saw the subtle fire in Nadeline’s eyes. “You might want to try Old Dalan. If there’s anyone who might know where my recently-revived son is hiding, it’s that old kook.” Isabella frowned slightly as she was forced to utter his name. A lot of history there, not enough time to reminisce.

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“You insult me with your ignorance.” Zodiark stated sharply. “Don’t do it again.”

As Zodiark would purse his lips, he found himself both annoyed and intrigued by Emiri’s bold rhetoric. No one talked to him like that. And maybe she knew that, and that was why she did it anyway? How intriguing.

“I can’t decide if I should commemorate your bravery or scorn your stupidity,” Zodiark hummed a musing sound, all six arms forming various hand signs, as if contemplating it on several planes. A second hum came from Zodiark’s mouth as he would look at the Time Scion. “Very well. I will let you in on a secret, Emiri.” Zodiark remarked, “but first,” he waved his arm at Roburmaal. “Robur, if you would, escort Follower Twelve to his quarters.” Zodiark ordered.

“As you will, my liege.” Robur grasped Keiran’s arm, “this way, Twelfth.” Robur didn’t give Keiran much of a choice.

As Keiran would be whisked away, ZOdiark smiled upon the pretty face of Emiri. “My apologies, but lower beings such as my former seed should not be allowed to hear such important plans, don’t you agree?” Zodiark gave something akin to a grin.

When the doors have closed behind Robur, Zodiark hummed once more. “I desire a lot of things, Emiri. I want to ensure my place in this world. To do that, I need power.” Zodiark laughed, “I know what you must be thinking: ‘power? You have all the power you need.’ Yes, this is true. I have a lot of potent strength in me. My creators did not foresee this, so they sealed me away in that hell Giruvegan. However, when they sealed me there, I lost most of my power. I mean, that is to say, I had to forsake some of it when I tricked that lover of yours, Jaakuna.” Zodiark knew the mention would get a reaction. “So, how can I get back my power? Well, that’s a rather easy question to answer. To return me to my original glory, I need you, my dear.” Zodiark uttered, his voice unusually tender. And even more unusual, his longest arm - the lower right one - was stroking Emiri’s left one. “If you do this for me, you will become what all of these espers have been calling you, Emiri. Do this, and you will no longer be Emelia Inabi of Rozarria. You will be Emiri, the Time Scion.”

🎉💕What Happens in Vegas...💕🎉

LOCATION — Miami International → Las Vegas International Airport
INTERACTION — Chloe _{(@Dirty Pretty Lies)} Tish _{(@Silent Observer)} Paige _{(@lovely complex)} Viktor_{(@Universorum)} Val_(@Aewin) Oberon_(@Melo) River_(@foxygen)
Dom's OotD

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As he came off the heels of the third annual Christmas Party that he and Chloe threw for their closest friends and family, he had another big week ahead of him. In just a little over six days, Dominic is to wed the girl of his dreams. Well, not exactly true. The girl of his dreams doesn’t even compare in comparison to his wonderful fiance, Chloe Elizabeth Desireé Jameson. How he got so lucky Dominic would never be able to say.

Here is the guy that was probably the most awkward teenager in Miami Central High School. He stood out like a sore thumb - and not in the good way. He was always picked on by those jocks. He didn’t have many friends while going through those hellish four years. The friends that he did have to help him was his oldest friend, Patricia Webber, though everyone called her Tish. Dominic sure did. He has called her Tish ever since they met when they were still in their awkward, adolescent years.

Dominic had never been able to grasp how he and Tish became friends. He had always been awkward. He was awkward as a kid. And yet, through some stroke of luck and maybe a little hand from something more, Dominic and Tish formed a bond that would otherwise be deemed impossible. And what’s more, improbable. Still, they proved to have a closer bond than Dominic had with anyone at the time.

Tish wasn’t the only one that Dom had a close bond with. There was his brother, Viktor, too. Despite the growing tensions that had been brewing at home and even to this day, he and Vik had always maintained a closeness that Dominic had always cherished above most things.

This was why Dominic had been experiencing on-and-off paranoia as the plane would arrive in Las Vegas. With all that has happened in his life and all that he tried to get past, there were still things that Dominic struggled with. Even though he’s surrounded by his friends and brother and his beloved’s sister, Dominic couldn’t escape some of his older insecurities. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was several miles high in the sky. Heights never did set well with me. Regardless, Doninic had tried to force that out of his mind while he and his friends enjoyed what time they could with each other on the plane.

There had been several swapping of the seats. Dominic had spent time with just about everyone at some point during the four to five hour flight. When they had arrived at Las Vegas International, they were all smiles. Dominic had his usual peculiar cheek-to-cheek grin, trying to just live for the moment as he and Chloe came out hand in hand, arms locked, and pretty much seeming to be conjoined at the hip.

As they would claim their baggage, their baggage, which took longer than preferred. Apparently eight people going to the same place, travelling together, produced complications, specifically getting their bags in a timely manner. It actually spanned over the course of three hours. Some bags had gotten lost in the mix, so they had to be recovered. But fear not, for the faith in the baggage recovery system of the Las Vegas International Airport was restored when they finally were able to get all of their bags.

And it wasn’t no more than ten minutes that they hailed a cab. Well, not just one cab, but about four. Due to the large amount of bags and people who own those bags, they had to have two people her cab: Chloe and Dominic had one, the happy couple’s respective siblings shared one, River and Tish took one, and then lastly(but not least), Oberon and Val had one. All four cabs were en-route to the Pink Flamingo Hotel and Cansino.

This should be fun.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

@Hero my net went out. I will be able to get back to my computer hopefully by Monday or Tuesday. Great post though. 😃