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Fallout: Land of the Sky

@Eviledd1984

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The Forest of Helsend

Seeing this...flighty woman...climb into Tolan’s lap sure as hell wasnt amusing to say the least. She probably thought she was going to seduce him or something, little did she know it was almost midnight and he should’ve been intoxicatedly asleep by now. He didn’t even notice the orc’s words were meant to be intimidating as a result of that wild accent, and he didn’t humor the magician with the mask, all he did was violently grip Nieth’s shoulder and fling her off of him and onto the ground. He was just a little annoyed by the harlot they packed around. ”Go sell yourself someplace else, wench. You’re not my type.” Of course, Micah’s attempt at magic would only slightly help. To the outside world there was nothing to be noticed, but across the inside of Micah’s mask were entirely esoteric images. Expressions of Tolan’s mind flashing in Micah’s.

It was all a mess, and it wasn’t until Neith was on her ass in the floor that Micah’s hand got thrown off of him. ”And keep your magic to yourself.” Tolan acted as if nothing happened, like nothing at all happened. Did Tolan actually notice Micah’s attempt to see inside his mind, or was he simply assuming based on his perception of Micah?

Everything wa

s off. Either Tolan

was su

bconsiously aware of Micah’s presence or

Brandings.

The night sky.

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gations.

Yellowed pages in dust covered books.
_Moonlight he just had a foggy head.

The clearest thing in Tolan’s head was a young voice.

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Fallout: Land of the Sky

Adder

Minutes after minutes passed as things died down a little outside. Adder was still hunched over the radio inside with everybody, but it felt like forever once the boys in brass got here. All she could hear outside was a few isolated gunshots and heavy duty vehicles wheeling around a little, she couldn’t quite see anything given the positions everything was in, but there was a hell of a lot less commotion than before. Either Adder was locked in with a few of the only non-raiders left alive, or the Brotherhood won. Adder didn’t feel too comfy either way, she was a sitting duck here. Any stragglers could come blasting through the moment things relaxed enough and that put her in edge. Keeping her ear to the radio, she couldn’t hear anymore incoming messages, so surely it wouldn’t hurt to try again, right? ”Hello? Can anybody hear me? Anybody at all? What’s going on out there? I repeat, are the raiders gone?” Her stern and serious voice went through the radio as very clearly ghoulish, and just a little on the thirsty side. Surely someone in those big ass gun cars down the road had a receiver. ”We’re still boxed in back here. Is it safe to come out yet?” Probably not. Honestly, being stuck inside for two days straight a while from home while raiders tear the place up wasn’t exactly Adder’s idea of a solid work day. She came here just to fix a few things around the town for the Marshalls and the Tarheels, and then go home. She was in the middle of fixing up a car’s axle when shit went south, and she would have been able to go home if it weren’t for the fact that some dumbass gunked it up with radroach and decided it would be a genius idea to call a mechanic before the roadkill was out of the way. Not that Adder cares that much, after all, she was always paid well for working in town, but it would sure as hell be nice to not be sitting holed up waiting for the raiders to die off. The longer she waited, the more she’d check in on the radio. And the longer she messed with the radio, the more someone was probably going to give her shit for clogging the airwaves. Not that the airwaves would be clogged in the first place if she had any idea what was going on outside safe place she was stuck in, she couldn’t complain, after al, it was safe in there with all those people, and she had a gun at her hip...But it got boring in there, she already finished off the two cans of cram she packed for the day, hopefully they’ve got something good to eat in town...

”Anyone?”

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Kara Samson

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"Yo Grace, and the new girl, come here!"

Who was this woman? Oh well. She sounded like she knew what she was doing so she went along with it. She didn’t know the other girl at all. She had a few similar features to Kara, that was all she could discern from this girl. The other one, who seemed to be their new leader on this team, however, did not have any similarities to Kara. She sounded just a tad bossy but then again this was capture the flag so you kind of need a boss. Walking over to her and the other few girls, away from everyone as the sky went black over their heads. It looked like that thing Claudette did at the park.

"Okay, so they're probably going to open up with that teleporter chick immediately warping over to the flag. If I get the flag, you damn well know they're not going to get it back. Problem is my sistas is that I won't be able to get over there in time, but Grace probably can and..."

Teleporting? When Kara thought about it, that made sense considering all the weird things she heard today, she never really considered that one though.

"... And I'm just gonna make a long story short and say I'm going to throw you at the flag."

”Throw?” The hell?

"And what exactly can you do?"

”Well, I make trees and wood grow out of myself.” Kara put her hand out for the third time today as the skin along her hands turned rigid and brown, taking on a texture of bark that covered her fingers and parts of her palm. There were no leaves, but her hand looked like a tiny tree. ”It’s pretty strong stuff, I’ve tried breaking it over something really hard a few times, but I’ve never really done something like this with it. She was referring to the whole capture the flag with your supernatural powers thing. ”I could pull it out of the ground too, it that’s not as easy.”

Come to think of it she didn’t know the other three girls’ abstractions either.

”How...are you gonna throw us?”

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Kara Samson

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Kara kept to herself the whole time until they got to the forest. In a way, this vast open mess of leaves and wood meant she was right at home. Maybe someday Kara would learn to shape wood from an outside source, but for now, she couldn’t do such a thing. Claudette explained that they were going to play a capture the flag game. How? That Emily girl somehow grabbed it from her hands quite violently and inhumanely, Kara wasn’t expecting that, and she herself could just stomp her foot into the ground to grab it, granted she’d have to get that Emily girl out of the way, but this wasn’t gonna be hard when her abstraction involved making something that’s really sturdy.

Know what? Fuck it.

Kara made a mental note of that idea, so that when the flag was out of somebody - anybody’s hands, she’d snatch it up near or far. ”Well. Who’s going where?” She didn’t really know anyone, so she was probably the last person to get picked to go to one side or the other. Emily seemed to have an abstraction based on closing a distance, assuming it was just that grappling hook thing she just did. She pondered charging at Emily to knock her to the ground and kick the flag away to trap it in a wooden box, but it seemed to be just a little too early for something like that. ”How do we decide leaders?” It was strange to be in the woods practicing this type of thing. What would happen if something went terribly wrong? How do you explain a supernatural tree impaling your knee when apparently most people can’t even see an abstraction? Maybe this was a part of Claudette’s plan, perhaps she was planning to make the coven a lot more organized and turn it into a more proper “organization” instead of a bunch of idiotic lesbians who practice magic.

”I just got here so I’m probably not good as a captain.”

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Kara Samson

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"I'm suggesting that we go out to the woods somewhere and go train with our abilities... because honestly, we could have handled the Outsider better and it was only a stroke of luck we survived that encounter and we somehow got over on Blake."

"... Somehow?" Madison asked with a raised eyebrow as that comment was the only thing keeping her from drinking some more.

"Point is, I'm not comfortable with getting by on chance alone, we need to get better at this... and to be entirely fair the Coven was assembled to explore magic, correct? So far all we've done is shakedown vampires, argue, and try stupid get rich quick schemes. And I told myself as the leader of the Coven I'd try to get something actually productive done for once."

Training...

Kara has done plenty of that, the past year, she was learning about her abstraction. She found ways to turn her skin into solid wood hard enough that she could break large rocks, or make walls with her power. The thing about it was that anything she made seemed to disappear overtime, like the wood was dying. She got pretty good at it, but she wasn’t able to just snap her fingers and make wooden claws, she could do it, sure, but it would take a few seconds. It was like her skin actually evaporated to reveal bark, or something else. Kara actually got to a point where she could make an actual weapon out of wood. Nothing like a sword, but rather a spear or a walking stick. The wood could be snapped if it got shaped the right way, and warped into a walking stick or sharpened at the tip for stabbing something. Oddly enough, once the wood was disconnected from her body, she could shape it. Yet when she made wood erupt from the ground, that didn’t matter. It was strange, to be sure, but Kara wasn’t too worried about that. She still thought it would be important to say something though.

”That could be a good idea. I’ve been..”training” with my stuff for around a year now, but I don’t really understand the supernatural things you guys do. Maybe we could learn from each other?” she was mainly talking to Claudette, since she didn’t exactly know the rest of the people, or Claudette actually, but she seemed to be the closest thing to a leader in this group.

Kara shifted in her spot on the floor in front of the others. ”I just got here, and from what I’ve heard I can’t imagine what you people have gone through, but if you’ll allow me to work towards being one of you, I’ll do what I can to help.” Kara was now talking to the others in the coven, everyone as a whole. She extended her hand outwards and formed wood around her fingertips, in a similar fashion to what she did in the park, for everyone to see. Like an introduction. ”Claudette told me about your troubles, just know, I’m not the FBI. The wood around her hands remained in place for everyone to obverse. Kara’s tone was mellow and smooth, but sincere. She wasn’t here to harm anyone, she was here for peace, if anything.

Tales from the Land of Fire | A Naruto AU Roleplay

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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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Tales from the Land of Fire | A Naruto AU Roleplay

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Little did Kimiko realize, that wasn’t Mizo covered in water.

After attempting to slam one of them in the face and getting drenched, she silently stood upwards and slowly, quite dramatically, turned to face Kimiko. Right about now was when Mizo would say something like “It’s about to get really interesting.” Or “Buy me dinner first.” She would if she had a voice, which she didn’t. Knowing full well that Kimiko was now out of range of the trap, and ready to square off with Mizo for real this time. Hoseki just backed away, and tapped the ground with his foot, to let the Mizo underground know that things were shifting a little.

”This’ll be fun. Hoseki said, dripping with sarcasm. Seeing the samurai bitch pull out one of those katanas and pointing it at Kizo? Who the fuck knew what was gonna happen? Especially when that was just a clone. Normally, the Wind Style wouldn’t do much against Earth Style, but considering the fact that the Mizo which was now cracking its knuckles was made of mud and chakra, it was hard to say if any kind of Jutsu would work on Kiniko. And that’s assuming a mud clone could even preform Jutsu. Hoeski made a mental note of the flag being tied around her neck, maybe he could singe it a little...made it fall off easier. In any case, It wasn’t clear whether or not Mizo’s trap would work at this rate, if it did, great. If not, well, she could always blast out of the ground with all the energy she conserved through the battle and really give Kimiko a run for her money. Thankfully, Hoseki’s bakt didn’t entirely give her position away, maybe Kimiko thought he was trying a new Jutsu himself, or maybe she really thought they were in kahoots. It didn’t matter now.

Mizo’s clone was now staring down Kimiko, fists clenched behind her gauntlets. Looking the samurai bitch dead in the eyes, not a trace of fear or energy on her face. Was Kimiko expecting a reaction out of her rival? Hopefully not.

The ensuing battle looked like it was taking hold of the game, fun. Kana was lucky, he didn’t have to stick around to see the absolute cat fight.