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To Claim a Starting World

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@Hitman

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

@Letter Bee

Do what you gotta do, no sweat my man.

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

Frost checked her gun's mag near the door as Vorra's ship touched down, her emotionless face told nothing of her instinct to stick to an in-and-out plan. This was unknown territory, even for a neutral planet. "If the crew's still kicking, leave 'em. They're feds anyway, no skin off our backs if they freeze to death while we're here. If we run into somethin' sentient like a human or a Spryzen, keep 'em at a distance- don't shoot unless they're reachin' for a gun. Varzyrin, you're packing the most heat out of all of us, so you're best watching our backs. Rest of us'll set to scrapping things. If it's breathin' leave it. If it's shooting us, light it up." That was the plan. Reactionary self defense only. Frost's tone was clear and concise, she was clearly used to leading operations like this before. As the door opened up to fill the ship with cold, dry mist, Frost took a step out onto the fresh-fallen snow. The dead mass of ships in front of them.

"Alright, let's get grabbing." And so they did.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ridge...

Dozens of footprints added together more and more, a mass of furs and bodies trudging together towards the noises they heard further away. Skala. Scavengers, to be precise. Word began to circulate that something fell from the sky a good few moons ago, yet to be touched. The Skala making their way past the mountains were nomads, hunters who didn't take to civilization that few ever take to. They were not carrying guns, they had spears, and bows made from nature in anyway they could manage, animal sinew and bone, trees, whatever one could scavenge and work with on Formalis, one did. It would still be a while before the two groups of individuals met face to face. They were too far away in the snow and hills to be seen by their lookout, much less the rest of them. Skala were in great many numbers on this planet, but they had a tendency to cling together in groups, so they were difficult to come across. The noise of an intact spacecraft landing on their planet, which was otherwise dead silent, only perked their ears more than the prospect of unclaimed scavenging.

To Claim a Starting World

im under the impression someone's been fooling with magic and that's what happened

anyway im not sure where to take Mira rn so she's just kinda vibing at that tavern, i'm not quitting im just not sure what else to do until something occurs in town

so if i seem quiet im still here dont worry

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

In the following week...

The cold of Formalis had seeped into the crashed, rimed ships on its surface. Skala wandered about them thinking them to be something curious, but ultimately they were nothing but wonders that served no purpose to the wandering people. As quickly as they appeared, they were lost to the snow. The metal and plasteel that composed their twisted and mangled frames froze and warped as rocks and permafrost pressed further down on them. It would take some considerable effort to dig the snow away from the ships, but all that salvaged material could put a team of scrappers up for months if they got everything they could. This was the break Frost and Vorra had been needing for a while now, low on credits, bad luck, and running from heat. Not good for their type. Vorra found them and all was smooth, though recently the radio chatter on the less well known sides of the airwaves were talking about some white-knight-complex-having federal toady calling himself the "Ivory Flash." Some guy in a huge robot running around clearing places out for the Feds or something. Apparently his robot was packing major heat, wouldn't be good to run into that even if they had a Vrexul communist running with them.

Vorra had picked Frost up after a mildly long explanation explaining their new...arachnoid accomplice as well as carpooling for Molly who they had all met up with. Molly was her usual chill-vibed self around Frost, they hadn't spoken in a while. Frost and Varzyrin worked on getting everyone caught up to speed on the job and what Formalis actually was. It was a little awkward trying to get a Vrexul and two fugitives out of orbit, but then again, it wasn't something any of them weren't used to. once they were all aboard Vorra's ship, Frost got in front of everyone who was gathered around, for the sake of a briefing. She had a glock visible at her hip with a knife and magazines for said glock put up in her coat. While Vorra soared the lot of them through the less regulated pieces of the Federation's skies to get out from under their watch, she spoke to get everyone up to speed. It wouldn't be long before they got there.

Alright, listen up for a second, if I ain't told you already, we're going to a place out of Federal space called Formalis. Vorra says it's colder than hell there but we're going to loot a bunch of federal ships that crashed there. Big ones. They hit lower orbit at a sharp curve and the clouds threw 'em off their game. Pilots'r probably on ice by now but we dunno how much time we'll have until someone sends a rescue team out there or something. The plan is we get down there and take everything that ain't nailed down, haul ass to Kastrack or some other black market where the Feds won't look, split the cash, and go one about life like normal afterwards."

They had all spent a week's worth of time together so everyone by now was well acquainted, on a first name basis and background. Varzyrin was an anti-fed war hero, Molly was an anti-fed spy of a sort and Frost just a straight up criminal with good contacts. Since they were all familiar with one another, they knew everyone was here for the money, and more people meant smaller shares but more ease of shares at all. If anyone wanted to stab someone else in the back, that could put everything in a messy state. Formalis was coming into view on the horizon.

Formalis

A dreary, foggy atmosphere of grays and whites which could barely be seen by the snow clouds. Of far behind the planet was an orange, mopey glow that could debatably be called a sun. This was it. "Okay, we're here, everyone. Get ready fer'a landing." As Vorra hit the landing protocol on her dash, the planet slowly began to grow bigger off the windshield, which was progressively getting foggier and foggier. They emerged from the sky near a valley with the sun high in the clouds, the wind blowing hard against the ship, but unnoticeably so; their targeted place wasn't very far. Formalis was a very quiet place, herds of oryx-esque mammals big enough to mount as steeds lept away over hills into peace as they descended. Off in the distance stood high, stoic mountains that broke the pale background with their dark, gleaming colors. There wasn't much in terms of civilization, but humanoid figures could be seen in small groups, off far away with staves to walk through the snow with. Once they made contact with the ground, roughly 30 feet of space between them and the two ships that had crashed, it was time for work. One of the ships was an aerial APC designed for transporting workers, everyone inside being dead with missing bodies. The other was much bigger and bulkier, it was for cargo. One could assume that they were going to set up shop here and take the place over for the government.

"Well, here we are."

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Iris Aderast

In a flash of magic, Iris' vision was blurred by one of the biggest fireballs she had ever seen. Crone's beak went straight into the eye of one vampire, but that was while Crone actually existed- was it Alayna? No. It couldn't be. Alayna's fire wasn't that deep, bloody shade of red. Crone was now a pile of ashes on the ground, and thankfully, so were the vampires. Iris had thankfully not been hit by the tar-ridden fireball, she could smell the blood on the flames. Her heartrate had spiked at first, but now she was safe. "Hey, than- Oh fuck..." She turned and saw Dakota - she can do fire magic?! - with her hand bleeding. She quickly rushed over to her and grabbed her hand, which was bleeding like a pig. "Here- Hold still." Iris reached into her pocket and pulled out a very small vial no bigger than one of her fingers. It held a strange, yellow colored liquid sealed with a piece of wax. Iris brought the liquid up to her mouth and bit the wax off to open it before spitting the thing out. She slowly poured the lemon-looking mixture onto the gash in Dakota's hand. It looked like dyed water, yet it had the consistency of room-temperature syrup, oozing out and sticking to her hand like glue. Dakota would be able to see the blood on her hand appear to blur and melt into her hand with the liquid. What Iris had administered was a healing solution that acted like glue. It was something Iris referred to as Lemon Wax. The solution dried to form a stiff layer on her hand, the cut wasn't gone but the active parts of the wax would maybe it close faster than normal. "There, just don't scratch your hand if it starts itching, and try not to get anything on it for a bit. You'll be alright- just wipe the blood off." Holding Dakota's hand in her own was a strange feeling, but she couldn't be thinking about that right now with Hana and the others in trouble. "C'mon, let's go." Iris hadn't ever felt this kind of adrenaline before, but she was running like Fenrir himself was nipping at her heels.

Once she made her way inside she saw everything unfolding like hell had sprung open: Calypso casting all kinds of wild Combat Magic, David having the absolute insanity to punch a vampire and...Hana. Iris' heart stopped for a minute, she watched blood dripping from her arm in streaks from her wrist. Arken was keeping an eye on her, that was good, but there was only one way something like that could happen to you in a fight with a vampire. She was bit. Hana had a coin toss' chance of seeing tomorrow or going home. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck- wait, Alayna? Fuck. Alayna. She was being tackled by a vampire, that really wasn't good, what the fuck was Iris doing now? She ran even more and tackled the vampire before Alayna could be hurt. What sounded like a screech was Iris just trying to work up the nerve to get further and further along with the fight. She was probably on the verge of going into autopilot, but that didn't matter to her. "Get up! Move!" Next thing she knew, Iris was on top of the vampire, she fidgeted for the dagger she had, grabbing it shakily and haphazardly slamming it down on the vampire's throat, she felt it plunge in, but only somewhat, it was stuck. She couldn't get it to come free as the bastard shook and writhed under her.

Fuck.

Isolde Morden

Isolde stepped out the door and waited for the rest of the group to come, to be honest, she was starting to feel restless. "I'm going on ahead, I'll be just down the road. Find me there." She said before walking off into the night. Isolde was used to walking on foot in the dark, the only difference between usually and right now was now she had street lamps overhead. It truly was a nice night for a walk despite being in a small, dead town such as this one. Isolde found herself alone in no time at all, the street lamps were off, but the moonlight kept things visible. Her phone was in her pocket and her gun at her waist in case she needed help. It was dangerous to go alone in an attempt to scout of the scene for vampires, but she wasn't going to chance a fight head on; If anything, she'd simply fan fire some shots to slow them down and run back while they were down. It would be better than not knowing if they were still here or not. The air was cool, and everything was dead silent, there wasn't so much as a light on anywhere except for the stars overhead. The street was dead silent, it was the perfect place for vampires to prowl. This is exactly why they'd come to this place, she figured. Vampires thrive on the dead silence of night, and there was nothing here for them to be witnessed by. That meant they were a lot more free here than a city.

Isolde was surprisingly full of energy at this hour, staying in a car like that would do that to you. She was wide awake without much more than a yawn to shake her, the longer she walked down the street, the more she felt something could be watching her. Anything. Not right behind her, she would hear that, but somewhere, towards the end of the street maybe. This town wasn't safe for anyone, certainly not witches of any kind. She continued until the hotel was nowhere to be found. She wasn't lost, in fact she only went in a straight line further and further. She had crossed a few streets to get here, and she was alone. Finally, however, she found something. A bar with people at it. It came into view as she made her way to a crosswalk at the end of the street. Strange. What time was it? Her phone said 11:08 pm. Who would be awake at this hour? Isolde opened her phone to shoot her witchmates a message- they had a group chat apparently.

Isolde: Everyone, people are around, there's a bar some 10 minutes away by foot. A few but we should be careful so we don't get spo-

She kept looking up and down from her phone to the cars when she saw something strange that kept her from finishing her message.

Someone was hurt over there.

Someone on the ground, blood on him. It was difficult to see, but it was blood no less. She quickly hopped across the street and got a little closer. Isolde couldn't quite tell if the man was dead or not, but he was bleeding. Shit, was that what she thought it was? There were people over him with their faces around his neck. Some women. There they were. "Perfect." Isolde's hands began to tingle with static as she pulled them from her pockets, a spark or two jumping between her fingers. She quickly hopped across the street and slowly made her way behind a car, the man they had by the neck was still squirming, one of the women was holding him in place. Isolde knelt down and took cover for a second as she charged her hand with energy. She had been hoping it would be this easy, and it was almost too good to be true. In her right hand, electricity began to well into being. A fizzing sound could be heard as she slowly stood up and came out of cover. The vampire on top of the man had her back turned to Isolde, but the other one simply had to look up at her to know they were seen. She was standing right in the open with a rather sour look upon her face as she raised her right arm behind her head, a bright, surging glow bloomed from her hand as she thrust it forward. In a brilliant, blinding flash, a bolt of teal lightning arced off from her hands and directly at the two of them. A rather loud crack sound pierced the silence of the night as the two creatures were struck by Isolde's lightning bolt. Electricity created a lot of heat, and vampires handled high temperatures poorly. There was no way they'd be able to survive that, but unfortunately, the man beneath them would be caught in it. Perhaps it was for the best, otherwise he may turn into one of them, and then he'd have to be killed anyway. Isolde's entire arm was riddled by static, but it was nothing she wasn't used to. Her clan of witches all knew the effects of electricity through the body quite well.

Two down.

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

@LustForDecay@datadogie

Frost listen to the Vrexul speak in his strange accent as his arm writhed in legion-like manners, she watched the holographs curiously. They emerged from his body like he was machine-like. Perhaps they weren't as different from androids as they seemed. Frost slowly pressed her gun into a holster she kept at her hip while he continued. This creature was like a hundred smaller ones, he was weird to look at, but it didn't bother her. She had seen unusual things before. This guy, Aczyiom, apparently, caught wind of their operations. Did he hear about it on the radio? Elsewhere? "Where'd you hear something like that?" Her own face was just a metallic sheet of rough texture with a glowing pair of eyes, no mouth, no nose, just glowing dots that suggested eyes. She was wearing street clothes, and old white t-shirt and her jacket, looking a little out of place with the scene around them. "How'd you find t-"

Beep...Beep...Beep.

"Who's this?" Frost picked up the datapad and hit the call button, setting it to speaker.

Just Another Hero

Doombreaker

Shortly after everyone had settled down, and Sealer got medical care, Harry went home as well as the others. Mizo went back to the hero commission sector where she operated to turn in her armor for the day, it was stored in a large, almost coffin shaped casing. When Mizo got into a more civilian look, she came out of the complex as little more than a tall, strong looking woman rather than a hero who could stare god in the face and make him blink. She wore a puffy jacket and jeans with a heavy looking backpack slung over her shoulder, walking home as the occasional small child waved at her calling her Doombreaker, they must've recognized her from the times she took her helmet off, and her scar gave her away a bit too. The hero was a completely different person from the righteous, armored beast she was while on the job. Now, she had a warm, peaceful look about her, even her hair looked different, it went down to her legs. Normally she kept it put up to prevent it from falling out. As she made her way down the sidewalk, few people even looked at her, which was fine for a hero off duty. The sky was clear, and everything in the city looked peaceful, like a large incident never happened. This was the type of thing Mizo took pride in, seeing everything at ease in a city where villains run around rampant, if it looks like nothing happened, thank the heroes. Shortly after walking for a while longer, she found herself in a more suburban part of Singapore where she and her parents lived. It was a one story flat in a small neighborhood, quiet and not too far from where she worked. That was all you could ask for, really. She pulled out a key and let herself in. Mizo would have the house to herself for the day, both of her parents were out working for a while longer, they weren't heroes, but they still had plenty of important things to do. Mizo thought about texting Mei for the 20th time about taking her out, but Mei was probably tired- they all were- from that foreign internship her dad took her on. It was getting late anyway. Might as well enjoy peace wile it lasted.

Penrose

Penrose, too, was enjoying a day off the next morning, a little sleepy eyed in her apartment in the middle of Singapore. Dark coffee and a morning sun with the news from yesterday playing. A newswoman with literal clouds for hair, a mutation, was reporting on the aftermath of Dominatrix and the collapsed building. Doombreaker and Penrose kept civilian tension low, while Sealer personally incapacitated the raging villain was a trademark punch to the body. It made Penrose smile knowing that the younger generation of heroes had good heads on their shoulders, and while they were all no doubt waking up late themselves, they couldn't rest forever. There was always another villain to stomp. Penrose looked much less intimidating now then when she was on the job, her pale hair was fallen back to her shoulders, and she was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. She looked like she only crawled out of bed 10 minutes ago, she probably did, too. She looked like a high schooler at a sleepover with her coffee and her bedtime look. Surely, if someone like Chariot or, god forbid, Yi saw her like this, they'd never look at the knife wielding illusionist the same again. Granted, if they did, she'd use her quirk, and they'd want to forget.

Talia didn't get out much on her days off, preferring to just enjoy the peace and quiet and occasionally have some time with some work friends. Of course, after a day like yesterday, no one really wanted to get out.

It was peaceful.

All was good.

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Until it wasn't.

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The Ghastly Villain: Nightmare

Hours later

A figure stood atop a building in the midday sun, hunched over, cloaked head to toe for sake of a skewed identity. Blood smeared across their burlap color attire in various places. Pale, bony white blades protruding down the pinky side bone of their arms, long enough to skin animals. A few of them had blood on them. At the ground stood a wounded villain, a lesser known one compared to names such as Zeal, or Chariot, but still a successful one in her own right. They were the number 23rd. Matterbender. She wore a tacky jumpsuit with what looked to be electrodes all over it. Matterbender's quirk let her telekinetically move anything she marked with physical contact, including people. Because of this, there were at least 20 combat knives floating over her head, pointed at the stranger. Matterbender was bleeding, and yet never could make contact with the elusive enemy. Her strength was fading.

"Give in. You have already lost." A grating, unpleasant voice called out, like a hammer on gritty stone.

"Never!" Matterbender launched a volley of knives at the assailant, who didn't even attempt to dodge. Every single knife embedded itself into various places on the stranger's body, and they stood completely still.

Matterbender looked in shock, especially so when they fell from the several story building, only to land upright. The knives appeared to be sagging in their impacts. "Don't make this difficult." they growled, blood smeared all over their bright, white mask, its eyeholes blacker than the abyss.

Matterbender stumbled backwards, growing weak from bloodloss. "They'll find you...The other heroes will kill you..."

"They will try." The knives in every corner of the hooded figure's body appeared to shrink and be swallowed up, they were melting and joining their body. This made no sense to the dying hero, who looked at her soon-to-be killer in confusion.

"Why...What did I ever do to you? I'm just a hero! I help people!" She screamed, though her voice was waning already.

Her attacker said nothing for what felt like an eternity, no one was around to listen to this wretch beg for her life, or to see the dreary figure towering over her.

"You don't help anyone. You only make the pain deeper. That's what all of you do. You are not heroes." There was no identity in the voice, only disdain.

"You are not the solution. You are not above the rest.

You..."

The stranger reached to grip the center of their chest, as their brown cloak dissolved before matterbender, and the last thing she ever saw was the insatiable hatred of a thousand jagged mouths as she became nothing at the end of her sad, disgusting life.

"Are a disease."

Just Another Hero

Nightmare

CS

The Ghastly Villain: Nightmare

"Until this horrid body grants me death, I will stand in your way."

Civilian Data

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_Name

???

_{Physical Description}

Nightmare always covers their body from head to toe given the extremes their body deals with. Sunlight easily agitates their unnatural skin, which has the color of bleached leather; blotchy and feels like wax. It is rare to see their face, but their eyes are sunken in and bloodshot with solid black color where one might have blue or brown. Nightmare always wears a long cloak that hangs down to their feet, accompanied by knee high boots, and a solid white, undetailed mask with only two eye holes. On their arms are elbow length gloves with sleeves of a shirt tucked underneath, and what looks like a turtleneck. All of their clothes appear to be loose but secure, so it is difficult to make out many details about their strange appearance. Whenever they are fighting, these which are all a swirly dark brown color, seem to move with their body when Nightmare's quirk is being used. It's almost like the things they wear are alive...

_Age

???

_Ancestry

???

Villain Data

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_Epithet

Ghastly Villain: Nightmare

_{Characterization}

A monster in the body of a human. Nightmare views the world as if it were a sick, rotting animal that is in dire need of being fixed before it is too late. This earth is dying, and all the heroes of the world only make the festering pain less ugly- painting pretty colors over infection only makes the infection messier.

Competencies

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_{Quirk Type}

Mutation-Accumulation-Transformation Hybrid

_{Wretched Unbreath}

Nightmare's horrid quirk is a simple one, yet difficult to compensate for. Wretched Unbreath is divided into two individual factors, one a passive manner of torment for Nightmare, and the other a perpetual death march in the eyes of any living creature misfortunate enough to cross paths with them. Firstly, Nightmare is incapable of death, their body will not allow them to die. Nightmare's consciousness is found within every individual fiber of their body, down to the smallest cell; Therefore, they have near supernatural control over their own biology, meaning Nightmare can literally rip themselves apart and walk it off like nothing ever happened. This does nothing to dull Nightmare's pain, but they heal from unimaginably gruesome injuries with no trouble at all. While this side of Nightmare's quirk alone is a menace to society, it doesn't stop there. The other half of Nightmare's quirk allows them to assimilate matter into their own body, no matter its atomic structure. Metal, toxins, plastic- it all gets broken down and reconstituted as psuedo-flesh in Nightmare's body. They are an abomination of science and an offense to life.

Wretched Unbreath is one of the most repulsive quirks one could ever come across, the abstract nature of Nightmare's inability to die and infinitely fine control over their biology makes it a very gross and grisly sight to behold, but there are ways of combatting it. You just have to be careful you aren't grabbed by their false flesh and pulled in to become one through a perverted twisting of the process of necrophagy. In the same way Nightmare's entire body is a vessel for their consciousness, so to is it conscious to itself; every single cell that makes up their body is not specifically under their control, but rather, each acts in tandem with one another to carry out a collective goal under the instinctual belief that weakness breeds demise. Nightmare is an amalgamation of an unknowable number of organisms, every bacterial cell, skin cell, bone cell, and beyond, is alive under the depersonalizing name of Nightmare.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Destructive fighting style: Nightmare fights with aggression and always with killing intent.

Uncatchable: Nightmare can't be caught or killed, they will simply reshape their biology to slip out of handcuffs, or their body won't allow them to give into death.