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@Blizz It is indeed some fuckery, yes!

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Apocalypse Not

Like I said: Fuckery

Apocalypse Not

This sounds like some fuckery

TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows (Ladies Only)

Ellie and Rainsinger

"This way, if we keep following the arrows on this floor then we'll be just fine."

They weren't just fine.

Ellie and Linus weaved through packs of rattled scientists being escorted by security, who thankfully ignored them thanks to the coat they nicked off that one guy they ran into. They found themselves in an open room that seemed to act like a junction point for other locations. It was flocked with personnel trying to get clear from whatever was going on. Was somebody else here?

"Those guy didn't have time to get a hold of anyone 'fore we got here. Didn't hear the alarm start up either."

"Yeah, it wasn't us. It had to be someone else. If what Takeda said was true, it's probably someone else trying to steal it." Ellie said, watching where everyone went.

"So we're racing people?"

"I guess, we just need to get to it before th-"

Ellie saw Dream, who made eye contact with her. She got caught, and was being taken somewhere by a guard, who looked noticeably pleased by his little catch. She didn't rat them out.

"Someone go escort them."

They were being waved to go in the opposite direction, and now someone was about to expose them.

That was before Dream took the "Full Send" option.

A flash of light

A bridge

And a whole lot of guards.

Dream was trying to score them a way out. If they took the play, then the whole facility would know that all three of them were in kahoots, but if they didn't they could keep a semblance of cover, maybe even solidify it more with that option. If they did that though, they'd be rerouted further away from their objective, and they'd have wasted their time trying to get this far. In the time it took them to get back to here, someone else might steal the heart, or it may already be taken out of the lab and into the city. That was Linus' thinking. If they could rush forward off that bridge, they might have just enough time to get to cover. Even if they did, everyone would be on maximum alert. It was all or nothing.

"Go!" Ellie shouted as she raised her rapidly brightening hands, Linus vaulted upwards and was now making a mad dash for the gate that the girl mentioned. Ellie's hand began glowing enough to warrant shielding one's eyes. Next, she slammed them together in what the old dogs back in the day would've called a Solarclap. It was similar to the maneuver she did a few minutes ago, only a lot more disorienting. A huge, golden flash of light following by the entire room being shook like it owed someone money. Meanwhile, a sliver of the sunlight was transferred to Ellie's legs, as she darted forward to slam her boot into the chest of the guard at Dream's side. She then grabbed Dream by the arm to bring her with them. Once Dream was in her grasp, the light that was still slowly building in her boots helped her leap forward enough to make up some distance. The rumble of the room ceased just a hair's breath before Ellie managed to start running.

"Keep running!" She called out behind her to Dream as they rounded a corner. However, as they all went down the right side, like Dream, said, they were met with a great big metal gate.

"Okay- great rescue, but now what?"

They both darted their gazes back and forth between the long hallway full of rapidly recovering guards, and the dead end where they were. A swirling stream of water snaked out of Linus' coat and curled into a sphere of water a little larger than a basketball. He prepared to slam them if they came around the corner. Ellie looked the gate up and down, it looked like it went somewhere, but this place was on lockdown, pushing it open, much to her disappointment, did nothing.

The gate wasn't gonna open easily. Alright, fine.

"Get back-"

Ellie squared her legs up as her right foot seemed to glow more intensely, like a rod of steel coming out of a forge, she then brought it into the air, and dropped all of her weight into the motion as she slammed her boot into the gate with a very loud and solid crashing noise. The kind that cars make when they smash together.

Whether that worked or not, determined whether or not they would get hounded by the guards.

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Driisu

General Description: A species of mammals that vaguely resemble cobras, Driisu come from a fringe world in a quiet part of the galaxy known as the Feldora Region. They stand out among most crowds as a result of their small population and unusual physical characteristics. Driisu are typically identified instantly by the membranous hood that drops from their head to their neck. This hood grows wool-like hair to regulate heat depending on their environment; in warmer climates, it grows to be thicker, in colder places, it grows more in size. This hood also funnels sound to travel into their skulls similar to human ears.

Notable Abilities: Driisu don’t have any kind of special things that put them at an advantage, but their skeletal system is sturdier than most, with bones protruding out of each other, rather than linking together. This, combined with their naturally highly toned bodies, means they can withstand considerable injury without severe consequences. Their wool acts like a cut resistant layer, contouring around blades when they come into contact with them, and rendering cuts useless. It doesn’t keep them safe from Stan wounds, however.

Language: Driddish- Notable characteristics of the language include the distinction between multi-letter sounds and singular ones. In the word “Driisu,” you may see two syllables, but in Driddish, the dr and in “Driisu” and sh in “Driddish” are said in individual letters. It is pronounced “D. Riisu.” Characters like this are written with a dash to show that they are connected or not. d-r is pronounced as in “drag” while dr is pronounced letter by letter. Letters that would be pronounced silently in English are verbally spoken in Driddish, but not written out. Additionally, the Driisu language does not have characters for “S” or “V”, so they are pronounced respectively as “Z” or “F”

Most of the galaxy doesn’t make this distinction though.

Example
Spoken Driddish to English
T-hiz iz what you do if you want to actifate t-he mac-hine’z zelf dest-ruct-ion.

My name iz Parzin Elztov, my natife language iz D-riddiz-h, but I know engliz-h az well.

T-hiz z-hip iz zaid to be amon-g t-he fery faztezt in t-he Empire’s f-leet, but for zome reazon, t-he pilot feig-ned ignorance w-hen I azs-ked him about t-he recordz he broke durin-g hiz imperial zerfice.

Written Driddish to English

Tiz iz wat you do if you want to actifate te mac-hine’z zelf dest-ruct-ion.

My name iz Parzin Elztov, my natife language iz D-riddiz-h, but I know engliz-h az well.

Tiz zhip iz zaid to be amon-g t-he fery faztezt in te Empire’s f-leet, but for zome reazon, te pilot feind ignoranc wen I azs-ked him about te recordz he broke durin-g hiz imperial zerfice.

Home World: Drislinmorg. The name is a rough translation from the Driddish phrase “D-riz liin m-orog” meaning “Home of our People”.

Sapient, Sentient: Yes

Average Physicality: average height of 5”8 to 6”2. Average weight of 180lbs. Four fingers on each hand. Their jaws are lined with a singular tooth that wears around their mouths, similar to human teeth. Where a human has two rows of 10-20 teeth in each jaw, Driisu have two solid linings that act as theirs. If something breaks off, it simply repairs itself over time, while humans may lose teeth permanently. Oval-shaped eyes that can see well in low light conditions, more than human eyes.

The Tide Will Return (Space, Nation, Fantasy)

Nice

The Tide Will Return (Space, Nation, Fantasy)

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY<br><br>IOF FILE 737.385.A9-V

Imperial Office of Investigations

Case File 737.385.A9-V

Subject Name: Parzin Elstov

Report Filed and Issued to IOF by: Investigator Namius Regin

Investigation Period: 1 Month, 3 Days

Investigation Status: Closed

Cause for Investigation
*Magistrate Qualoth himself summoned me for this case. Told me her reputation made her “desirable” for the efforts of our lawful power’s ambitions. I thought he wanted me to look her up and get some information out of her. The weird part is that there aren’t any records of a way to reach Parzin Elstov. No residential address, no district, not even a basic file. The Magistrate then had me open an official investigation. Everything we know outside my case came from hearsay and reputation around the outer reaches of the Empire’s territory.

*Findings soon to follow

Personal Details

Age | Race | Nationality | N/A | Driisu | N/A	Physical Skills Rudimentary hand-to-hand defense capabilities Skilled at pole-weapon melee combat *Often sighted carrying a pole-shaped weapon of unidentifiable origins. It appears to have moving parts of some sort.

(Image Here)	Technical Skills Wide-scale mechanical abilities ranging from fixing firearms to modifying deep-space engines *Imperial records show no data on where she obtained such skills. Nothing about any formal training or secondary education. Follow-up recommended. Speaks Driddish, Standard English, and Odesionic *I went searching around the Driisu homeworlds in imperial space. No one knew her name.

Other Astromancy *All official attempts by the Cosmic Empire to recreate this science-defying phenomenon have failed. Evidence points to Parzin herself being the only one with the capability to perform it, investigations never result in the discovery of any other "Astromancer" than her. Whether this Parzin Elstov knows something we don't, or is simply ahead of our time, has yet to be discerned. *I didn’t have any problems researching what Astromancy is. Records are full of very old, very dated accounts of people tearing holes in space so asteroids don’t sack a city or the sky over Nashrom lighting up with colors as the ground lit on fire. There are two things that seem constant about what I could gather. The first is that while Parzin is an Astromancer, the last recorded and official Astromancer was Nelicor Brahmhum. His obituary states he fell in battle roughly two centuries ago. The second is that no one can ever reproduce the results of this “magic” other than another Astromancer. Maybe this is why she’s undocumented, but I have no explanation for this. *Be advised when approaching her: She keeps her praxis under wraps. *Below is an attached file from the imperial database further explaining whatever Parzin’s talent can do. Authors are unknown, and sources are nonexistent, but it’s the most intact entry I could find after scouring the records for a week. After reading through it, it all seems like fairy tales, but if there’s even a hint of legitimacy in all this, it makes sense why the Empire would want her, or her skills. Hider The art of bending the laws of the cosmos, channeling fundamental forces into energy, and severing impossibilities from themselves. Astromancy is method of imposing your will onto the fabric of space, by reaching out and reshaping the strands of reality that hold creation together. Many Astromancers view their practice as a form of science, a methodology that goes beyond theories and experiments. Others see it as something sacred that is to be granted the utmost respect. In any case, it is a very old, and by all accounts, seemingly dead practice. No one knows the first thing about Astromancer except for Astromancers. The very practice is an enigma, something you can dig deep to find mentions of in academic settings, and you will find plenty of information on what it can do. However, absolutely nothing will help you to learn the art for yourself. To do so would require a teacher, and you can scarcely find one these days. Parzin is a user of this magic, and she has been for as long as she could remember. She is one of the very few, if not, the only remaining Astromancer in the world. It is a practice that is virtually impossible to learn without the aid of another within the ranks. She is known in some corners of the world for her “strange and outdated” magic that no one in society cares for today. For those who do understand the craft, Astromancy is known to be broken into three fundamental principles, each with their own laws and disciplines required of the student to be used. They are Metamechanics, Paranothing Theory, and the Rule of Threads Metamechanics is the Astromancer disclipine of instilling cosmic magic into technology, to facilitate a purpose or function that goes beyond engines and motors. Metamechanical technology acts as a way to make an Astromancer’s task easier, as any piece of technology is designed to do, but the difference is the ability to perform magical functions. An Astromancer’s magic allows for them to open portals from one end of the galaxy to the next, but it may be much easier to create a device through the principles of Metamechanics that opens a portal for you. While such a thing may seem invaluable to anyone with political power, or someone who is running a business, any attempts to replicate such technology on a mundane mechanical level will turn up fruitless. Metamechanical technology goes beyond what you can see in a machine’s workings, and without the magic of an Astromancer, it will simply be a piece of technology that seems to be lacking vital elements of a device, maybe no power source can be found, or maybe current has nowhere to go. Like most things pertaining to Astromancy, metamechanical tech is virtually unfathomable to anyone without the power. Examples Cosmo-Boundary Graph: Calculates the expansions of the universe relative to the Big Bang in real time. Tesseract: A staple among Astromancers which serves as spell book for their personal uses. Mind Glass: A small, box-like structure that interfaces with the user’s mind to server as a semi-manual laser blaster. Meant for simple endeavors such as day-to-day self defense, but the basic principle can be modified for higher-powered blasts capable of cracking open rocks. Paranothing Theory is an idea relevant to Astromancy that suggests nothingness is more than the lock of something. In a dynamic such as light and darkness, or heat and cold, there is always a distinction between the something, and the lack of something. Paranothing Theory suggests that this form of emptiness does not exist, and that true nothingness is not the same as material nothingness. The latter is real, the former is not. Nothingness in this context, is said to be added and subtracted in a somewhat mathematical sense, where you are adding negative numbers in one respect, or positive numbers in another. It does not matter which is which, because they are both tangible beyond physicality. This raises a question: How is this theory applied? Most Astromancers would simply state that it isn’t a theory, but a fundamental factor of existence, the negative is no less material than the positive. Astromancers use this concept in their spell work for a more dexterous approach to their situations. To the average person, a lack of heat simply means it is cold. To an Astromancer, there is less heat than cold. Darkness is the absence of light, it light is the absence of darkness. True emptiness does not exist. The Rule of Threads is a universal law of the universe that all acts of Astromancy must contend with. It states the following: The universe is an ever-shifting weave of threads, and all threads in the weave react to one another. Astromancy works by bending the “threads” of the universe to create certain things, or events. For example, certain “threads” are pulled and stitched into themselves to create a gap in space- a wormhole. Another method involves binding the threads together to solidify nothingness into barrier. This is something that must be contended with no less than gravity or the laws of thermodynamics. What this means for an Astromancer is that all magic has a consequence, when you swing a weapon, you contend with the force. When you cast an Astromancy spell, you contend with the reactions of the universe. This is often described by Astromancers as a kind of SnapBack. Like the string of a slingshot, the workings of a spell are felt through the cosmos. Some have tried to break these “threads” as a way to entirely subvert the consequence, but there are no surviving records of such a thing being done, its implications. Astromancy is defined by its existence as a reality-molding practice, and it is important to remember that the Rule of Threads is simply an analogy to explain the magic used. It is something that is instilled in an Astromancer as a responsibility through training. This is a power not to be taken lightly, though realistically an Astromancer may never cast a spell of enough magnitude that the ripples could be felt across the world. These are the three principles that every Astromancer studies, and a measure of their ability as a practitioner is how they apply these principles to their individual actions. Many Astromancers took to studying the myriads of the cosmos, some used their magic for protecting others, and some pledged their loyalty to nations. Every wielder of this magic is different. There are some things, however, that this magic simply cannot do. To be an Astromancer is to contend with the machinations of the universe, and the universe contends with physical laws. No matter how unfathomable or extravagant an their spells may seem, an Astromancer does not break the laws of the universe, they simply bend them. Firstly, an Astromancer cannot travel through time, or predict the future. There are ways to scry into past events by calculating the factor of the universe’s expanding horizon and finding its relativity to a targeted moment, to discern a celestial echo of what is wondered. However, to attempt to travel to that moment would subject your very atoms to an inverse shift in momentum greater than any object with atomic structure could ever even comprehend. In short, you would cease to exist before you realized it. Secondly, energy used by these cosmic magicians does not come out of thin air- not for most at least. Energy to cast spells must come from some place, most Astromancers use their own body as a source of magic, some draw from celestial bodies, and a rare few create metamechanical cultivators that collect a small amount of residual energy from cosmic background radiation. These machines are, by their very design, inefficient, though they offer a small pool to collect from, they require energy to gather energy. Without energy, magic is simply undoable. Nothing will happen if your spell isn’t powered.

Equipment and Possessions Mechanical Staff *Honestly, I’m not sure what else to call it. I’ve tailed her for a month now, and that staff is some kind of device. It opens up at one end, emits light, and crack’s open rocks. When she’s pressed for self defense, she whips it around like she invented it. I can’t identify a manufacturing origin. It’s appearance is metallic, with a rosy, tarnished finish to it. Tesseract *Parzin is sometimes observed to be operating some kind of semi-solid array of blue flowing lines that levitate in the air around her hands. She manages it like some sort of computer or data pad, when talking to others, she calls it a Tesseract. I spied on her in a city where she explained to a man she was assisting with a ship’s repair that it stored information through photons and could be configured to work with a machine’s protocol. My cover was almost blown, so that was all I could gather. Ship *Parzin owns a small cruiser-class ship which is near identical to a standard issue imperial fighter ship. The exterior has been modified to resemble the same texture as her staff, and the usual golden glow of the thrusters burns a strange, fluorescent purple. I followed Parzin to a city on the outskirts of the Hagril sector, and inspected the ship up close while it was in a hangar. None of the usual ID markings were left after she got a hold of it somehow. The serial numbers were ground out. The imperial seal was covered by the foreign colors. I had just enough time to swipe a glance at the cockpit from outside before she came back. It didn’t even look like a ship, most of the internals were removed, and everything that was removed was replaced with what looked like unpowered screens. I couldn’t see much into behind the seat, but I could’ve sworn it looked like a completely different ship model inside than it did from outside. Imperial ships are built to accommodate marine biologies, but it looked like a Terran could’ve flown inside it. I managed to sneak away, and Parzin seemed to take off out of the hangar unusually fast for a ship of that design appearance. Not even 30 seconds after the cockpit door closed, and she was in the air.

Conclusions

*Most investigations sanctioned by the empire tend to result in more data than this, but all I can come up with at the end of this is that Parzin Elstov is an enigma. Her skills are something I cannot understand any more than someone else, but based on her behavior and her usual activities, I’ve been able to at least confirm the following. *Parzin has no loyalties or allegiances to the Cosmic Empire, and acts in her own interests independent of the imperial rule. She is not an enemy to the Emperor, but she is not an ally. *She seems to possess a large amount of imperial credits, as well as collections of other minor currencies including Draconian gilders and Driddish crowns. The Financial office couldn’t locate an account with her name. *Whenever I ask locals about who she is after she leaves an area, they often speak about her with respect. Parzin has a good reputation among the lesser areas of our great empire, such as a few of the Terran nomadic tribes that still cling to the outer edge. *At one point during my case, a unit of imperial soldiers made their way through a camp of nomads. Their trucks couldn’t pass through the valley we were in, because the locals used the edge of the road as a barricade to prevent wildlife from attacking them in the night. Soldiers attempted to dismantle the barricade, and the tribe’s people were quick to attempt and stop them, resulting in a scuffle. The commanding officer of their unit ordered the troops to fire. Parzin was there, and I watched as she simply waved her staff in front of a gunner whose weapon was aimed directly at her. She did not show fear or anger, but a wave of blinding light washed over him, and he was killed before he hit the ground. No one understood what she just did, but she continued to assail them, and eventually they retreated before their casualties became too great. This suggests that Parzin is sympathetic to lesser tribes, despite their interference with imperial operations. The act was one of self defense, but there is no denying how willing she is to bring harm to honorable soldiers of our great empire. *All discerned evidence suggests that Parzin lives a somewhat nomadic lifestyle herself, always being on the move and making selling her strange talents to others who could benefit for a living. At the time of writing this, she has been witnessed traveling towards the capital district, and has been asking locals about the new Luminium operations that have taken effect lately. Motives are unclear. *On the very last day of my investigation, I approached Parzin with the intention of questioning her. I told her I worked for the Investigations Office, and that the court was interested in her abilities for which she had a considerable reputation. I told her that she could be offered a position in the ranks to teach a wave of users of her Astromancy abilities, and that such a gift could be invaluable to the goals of the Empire. Her exact words were, “The magic I wield is older and more powerful than your empire, and I have no intentions of risking the old ways falling into the wrong hands.” Interpret this how you will, but it is evident that she has no desire to pledge loyalty to the Empire. The amount of power found in this one woman alone, paired with such uncaring apathy towards the Emperor’s rule is a combination that could threaten us greatly if given the chance.

TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows (Ladies Only)

As the elevator doors opened, Ellie and Rainsinger saw a long, dark corridor filled with aquatic test subjects in low-lit tubes. At the end of the corridor, they saw a barred doorway filled with crisscrossed, high-voltage red lasers. And between them and the doorway, a handful of scientists and bodyguards that, when the elevator opened, immediately looked her way

One of the scientists dropped their clipboard in fright, shrieking. The four other scientists shrank behind the three bodyguards, who quickly surrounded Ellie and Rainsinger with hands on their holsters.

"Who are you? Where's your ID badge?" they demanded.

One unbuttoned their holster, suspicion in his eyes. "Hands where I can see them. No fast movements."

Ellie’s body tensed as she was flanked at all point by the guards, drawing guns on her in an instant. ”Alright, take it easy…I’m going to raise my hands.” She said slow and deliberately, meanwhile, Linus simply stood unphased behind her, eyeing the guards coolly.

"Mind telling us what you both were doing, coming from the restricted C Section?" the guard said, fingers tensely wrapped around the grip of his holstered gun.

Ellie remained quiet, she turned her head to look at Linus, and darted her eyes down to her legs for a second. Linus noted that with one with a small nod, as something shifted in his coat’s side pocket. She could already feel her boots warming up as she turned around to speak to the guards. ”Listen. We’re just trying to-“

WHOOSH

Ellie’s foot lit up like a lightbulb as she slammed it down onto the floor, causing the whole room to tremble with a burst of Meta Sunlight. It was essentially a golden flash bang. Linus was familiar with this tactic, so he had no trouble loosing the contents of the large metal water bottle he always carried, which whipped around the heads of the stunned guards like pressurized arms, slamming each of them with enough force to incapacitate. In a swift and coordinated motion, all the surrounding guards lay on the floor, out like lights.

”Still got it.”

The scientists, eyes slowly opening from the flashbang, stared in horror at the pile of unconscious bodies at Ellie and Rainsinger's feet. An unsettling hush fell on the room, the scientists exchanging petrified glances. Then, a clatter of shoes as the five scientists scrambled for the door. They stumbled and shoved each other out of the way in a race to reach the door. One scientist was shoved too hard, spilling hard on the grated floor. He moaned and rolled to his side, putting pressure on a twisted ankle.

Delbrook Academy High School

Molly West

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"Still cold."

Needless to say, the first thing Molly did when she hopped off that board was kiss the almighty hell out of that absolute babe of a woman she called her girlfriend. They had been dating for the better part of their high school years together, and between their many nights spent together- in more ways than one- and the occasional burning of the Devil’s Lettuce together behind the seats around the school, they were made for each other. At least, that’s how they surely felt. Monse made Molly’s whole person feel borderline weightless sometimes, do you ever have that little flutter of energy when you see someone you’re just really, really into? That’s one way to put it. You wouldn’t think that someone as aloof and goofy as Molly would be able to keep a girlfriend, but Monse? Monse wasn’t just any girl. She was Molly’s girl. Name one other girl who knew Molly’s taste in coffee. Just try it.

She took that coffee from Monse’s hand with a stupid grin on her face. ”A woman after my own heart, I haven’t had coffee in fucking weeks. You’re a lifesaver, hotness.” She told Monse in a sweet and happy voice. They hadn’t seen each other in person in a while, actually. Monse lived all the way in Signal Hill, so sometimes Molly didn’t have the time to make that trip, and Monse’s parents were ever-so-slightly stuck up. But who cared? They were together now, and Molly got her iced coffee, and Monse got kissed a trillion times. All is good. Life’s good. Life’s sexy. ”Let’s go do something fun, c’mon. There’s gotta be something in all this worth a shit to do.” She said between gulps of her coffee.

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