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Sorry this is gonna be quick, I really need to go bed asap lol. But I ain't watched WiR either. Been meaning to, but had no real motivation to I guess.

That gif is pretty hilarious though haha!

I'm not sure if I should congrats you or not Tae lmao since your teacher was so negative about everyone. Tentitive congrats???

And lol nothin' wrong with being tsundre! And damn I need to get back to Skyrim sometime.



The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor - Casino/Main Hall
“Bart!”

Moira snarled, completely oblivious to whatever Heather was doing. She knew her role. Keep the heat on Bart, as the person who was most able to take a hit in the group. She left the others to worry about everything else.

Unfortunately, as much as Xan finally managed to get the first hit in, it was just that. The first hit. She was moving as fast as she could, hitting as hard as she could already, at least as hard as she could without her sword. Still, hopefully this was a sign of the fight beginning to turn. She swung her fist once more at Bart, as fast as she could swing it. She was gonna punch the motherfucker into the su-

He was faster.

He drove his fist with extreme force into Moira's stomach. Even with Amy's buff her body screamed in pain as it drove deeper and deeper, until she was suddenly sent flying backwards once more, Syed flailing along with her as she went. The pair tumbled painfully as they went, coming to a short distance away.

Moira coughed sickly a few times, the bile rising in her throat. No, she couldn't be sick now. Not now. Save it. Swallow it back down. Getting punched in the gut was never pleasant, especially one which hurt as much as this one, but she had a job to do.

Syed winced, scowling as he tried to push himself up. Everything hurt - from the various cuts and scrapes, to the ache of his body from being thrown about. From that awful pain in his head of the damned hangover, to the sharp pain of his still not quite healed ribs. But he wasn't going to stop. He needed to find the girls. He couldn't stop.

And then his eyes widened as he came across a realisation.

He couldn't hear Trixie's guns over the band playing anymore. Not that he knew where she was. He could still see Xan and Amy, but both Trixie and the woman were out of his line of sight. She wasn't the sort to go quiet. A part of him wondered if she was trying to be stealthy, but she had her guns going blazing less than a minute ago...

"Trixi-?!"

He was startled when once more Bart was upon them both, bringing his fist down upon Moira. She managed to roll out of the way just in time, his fist skimming past her shoulder and shattering the floor beneath her into great stone shards. She scrambled up, wincing at the pain in her stomach as she tried her hardest not to throw up.

"Just fuck off already..." Her fist clenched at her side, her muscles tensing as she drove her foot into the ground and brought her fist back. She'd had enough of this bullsh- oh shit!

Bart was swinging once more in the blink of a second. Moira gritted her teeth, bracing herself for the inevitable blow she wouldn't be able to react to properly...

Only for there to be a sudden flash of brilliant blue-white light, as Syed managed to twist himself and apply a large amount of volts to Bart just as he passed by the mage. Electricity is a very difficult thing to ignore, and Bart was slowed just enough...

Moira tilted her head ever so slightly, Bart's fist and arm scraping her cheek as she pushed her own fist forward with all the force she could muster, right towards that fucking face of his.
What a cutie @ cat. I'm not... entirely sure on how looking after a cat when you're super allergic to them will work though =/ I guess if you don't let it in...

And YES FOX TELL ME ABOUT IT Thomas is like the most horrifying thing oh my god *nightmares* (P.S. I misread your "tuna" as "trauma" lmfao what)

Hi Orpheus! And of course we'll be kind lmao what kind of people do you think we are Pach? We're only mean to you :P



The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor - Casino/Party Hall
While not much of a plan, it seemed to be working anyway. Xan had successfully sidestepped the attack, swinging her transfigured prosthetic towards Bart...

...Only for it to be suddenly blocked by something, sparks leaping out from seemingly thin air. Moira snarled a little with an exclamation of "oh come on!", while Syed's eyes widened in shock. He knew what that was well enough. It was in his own arsenal of moves in fact, although electricity really did not lend itself to it that well.

It was a shield. This woman it seemed could create real, legitimate shields. Well.

Shit. This did not look good at all.

Right on cue he felt that familiar warm glow wash over his body, his aches and pains easing and lessening as his scrapes clotted. Moira too was encased in that telltale golden aura, a somewhat intimidating grin spreading across her lips when she put two and two together. Syed couldn't quite believe it, so he whipped his head around in suprise.

Amy was at the door looking slightly out of breath, with Trixie and her guns shouting about where she should shoot. They... they'd come back to help them? They must have, last he saw them they were running up the stairs. Why... why would she do that? After what he had done to her, after her reaction, after her slap? She was the sort of woman who you fully well knew when you had scorned her. It didn't make sense to him, just like how Amy never made sense to him ever. Wouldn't they be looking for Estelle and Josette?

Although to be fair he certainly appreciated it - in fact these two were probably the best people to arrive. He mouthed a 'thank you' to Amy, before the nasty sounding thud and clunk before him brought him back into what he really should have been paying attention to in the first place. Xan, her prosthetic arm damaged and her already suffering from some nasty looking cuts and scrapes. Bart was tearing a bloody roulette table clean from the table it sat on, and Heather stepped beside him.

And Syed did not trust that one bit.

"He's...tough," Xan winced. "Do we have a pla...oh, Dyn."

"Beat the shit out of them both," Moira snarled. Well. Okay. Sort of.

"Trixie," Syed muttered urgently, crouching down and turning his head away from both Bart and Heather so they couldn't lip-read. If they could lip-read anyway. "I need you to do something very important for us, yeah?" He patted a hand on her shoulder and gave her a wink. "We need to get the woman away from the man, and you are the best at distractions. Can you focus on her for me?"

As for the rest of them? He clicked his tongue with annoyance and decided to keep it quite short. Every second they wasted here the chances that something might happen to Estelle and Josette increased. "Attacking them front on probably won't work." His eyes met with Xan's. "We need to think creatively."

Then without warning, he quickly gestured and threw his hand out and... did just what he said wouldn't work. Another blinding, powerful bolt of electricity flashed across the room and struck Heather's shield, although by that point Syed was already leaping forward towards the pair with his gaze warily on that roulette table, hands ready. Moira was caught a bit out actually, before she realised what she needed to do.

"YEAH! Fuck you arseholes!" she wooped, charging forward herself. She still didn't really understand how both Xan's and Sy's attacks didn't hit just now, but she didn't care. They weren't going to get anywhere discussing stratergy she didn't care about. She surged forward like a rampaging bear, past Syed who had slowed to allow her to take the lead again, and swung the large statue violently towards Bart's legs. She was gonna knock him off that fuckin table she didn't give a shit!
Sorry Sam!

I got just a quick post up for Iliana. I wasn't sure if I was to update her scene yesterday (and to be honest I ran out of time after the monster that was Moira and Syed's fight anyway since I take so long to write), but it seems cool. May as well get it in today.



The Grande Diamonde: 10th Floor - Grande Suite
“You can look after her, right?”

Kenneth's words echoed in Iliana's head, although the man was long gone. Ordinarily she would have the upmost confidence in herself, but... she had failed. She had allowed that... that snake to escape with Selan when she hesitated. She shouldn't have allowed either of them to escape! Looking back to the live screens, she searched somewhat desperately for any sign of the pair. Many of the cameras seemed to have been destroyed, fustratingly enough - most of them around the lower levels of the main lobby area. Enough of them still worked to see most of the scenes though. The dark skinned woman from earlier heading towards the pool room - as recognisable as ever despite the quality of the pictures. A gods damned superhero. The somewhat destructive fight in the casino. No sign however of Neil or Selan.

She clenched her fists, tight enough that if her nails were any longer she probably would have drawn blood. No. No she couldn't allow herself to fail again. She wouldn't allow that to happen. She sighed and slipped seemingly effortlessly back into her usual composure.

Marcy. The woman had remained very quiet throughout the proceedings - in fact, the only time she ever seemed to speak was when directly spoken to and to shout out when her friend vanished. Iliana turned to her, noticing that for the first time Marcy's expression had shifted from before. Well, since Selan was no longer in her range, she may as well focus her the full extent of her Magic Null on the blonde instead.

"You are concerned for your friend," Iliana spoke softly. "That is understandable. However."

She began to stride forwards. "I am no fool, I have never been the sort to believe in coincidence. You know something. So did Little Miss Superstar, her clamming up only made her look even more guilty. So tell me..."

Her arm shot out, grabbing a hold of Marcus under his chin, her fingers gripping his cheeks in a vice-like grip. Her hands were deceptively firm and a little rough, despite their perfect appearance.

"Why are they here? Is Mr Hunter involved? What do you all want?!"



The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor - Casino
Fuck!

Moira once more found herself airborne, although she was far too dazed to really click that much. All she knew was that the blow hurt, it hurt like hell! All she could do is brace for impact.

For Syed, however, only one thing was important in the few seconds they were airborne. If he missed Moira... if he hit the wall at the velocity they were going at? Well, he wouldn't be getting up. He was nowhere near as durable as she was.

Electricity arced across his body, striking the ceiling and the floor and carving charred paths in their wake. His eyes glowed in that brilliant yellow as he reached out to every metal object in his range, to the metal supports in the walls, ceilings and floors. Magnetising himself in a desperate attempt to slow his - and by direct association Moira's - velocity.

And to a small extent it worked, as he managed to lower his trajectory enough for him to hit the floor. He gave out a cry of pain as he was sent tumbling alarmingly fast across the floor after his partner, his electricity immediately fizzing out when his concentration broke.

It wasn't enough for Moira. She crashed into the wall opposite with enough force to crack it and cause a crater in the brickwork. All she could do was allow herself to fall forward once more, landing with a dull thud on the floor as Syed too struck the wall, although with a thankfully much lesser force. What... what the fuck...? She coughed, pushing herself up...

Only to dive to one side last second, dragging Syed with her to narrowly avoid the punch which blew a hole in the thick wall altogether. What the shit?!

Syed's eyes darted around them, wincing as he pushed his bloodied grazed elbow into his side in an attempt to lessen the pain. There were still people in here of course, screaming and cowering. Along with the ballsiest band ever on the stage, performing the perfect soundtrack. They were going to get hurt, staying here. They were going to get hurt or worse!

"Hey!" he shouted as loudly as he could through gritted teeth across the hall, hoping Clive would hear. Oh, what was it with this job and excruciating pain. His old job never involved excruciating pain. Well, when he wasn't having an accident with a pair of safety scissors and a crayon anyway. "Don's bro! Get everyone ou-!"

He was suddenly pulled once more as Moira threw him to one side, the pair of them narrowly avoiding getting hit once more. It was nothing but dodging! Dodging and avoiding and-

And Moira was hit once more. He was too fast. Too fast for Moira to even react. The pair were once more sent flying, crashing into some more tables as cards and chips scattered everywhere.

Moira spat on the floor, her spit stained red. Urgh, and that was on top of the blood pouring from her head. Damnit. Damnit to hell. How the hell was he doing this?! How the hell was he moving so fast, hitting so hard? He weighed nothing, yet hit like he weighed a tonne! She couldn't figure it out! Where was he now?!

"Xandra!" Syed yelled as he staggered back up, his hands moving in large movements as fast as he could. Bart was like a blur, heading straight for Xan. She didn't look like she could take a hit like Moira could, although there was no way to really know at one point. And he really didn't want to find out like this!

Great, brilliant masses of electricity erupted from his body, leaping out from his outstretched fingers and flashing across the hall with a ear-ringing crack. Instead of aiming at Bart himself, Syed decided to aim slightly in front of Xan - hoping, praying, that it would compensate for Bart's speed and that his shout would give her that extra split-second warning to avoid Bart's attack.

Please let this work. Please.

Moira knew better than to pull at Syed when he was trying a spell like this, as pulling at him could disrupt his magic. So instead she grabbed a hold of a nearby statue - a massive, heavy and stupid looking thing which she couldn't figure out what the hell it was supposed to be. Heaving it up, she prepared herself to swing it at Bart if he headed for them again.

Whatever Xan did, she hope it didn't involve throwing fucking plates at her again.
My parents used to do the same, so I know that feel =/ The only reason they don't now is because my dad is usually the one using the internet until stupid o'clock in the morning haha!
Okie dokey guys! I didn't update Iliana because there isn't a huge amount she would do right now - she won't leave Lord Dumont when she feels he could be threatened by anyone, especially with an ability like hers.

Same goes for Moira and Syed as last time though, use them as you want. I mean, Moira is busy, but I've deliberately positioned Syed in such a way that he could help your character out if you see fit. You don't have to of course, but it's there :)

Also lol 1000th post. Anyone remember how many we got to on the last forum?



The Grande Diamond - Ground Floor
Moira's non-consenting flying tour of the main hall was cut short by the smashing and splintering of wood. Urgh, that stung, that really stung. Not to mention what a blow to the head did to her hangover. Plus having her skinny partner crash into her immediately after didn't help.

"Fuck!" she growled, roughly pushing Syed off her. She pushed at her knees to heave herself up. She was not equipped for something like this today, unarmed and in a summerdress. She really wasn't. But on the other hand... she just couldn't really bring herself to give a shit. "What the fuck just happened?!"

Slowly Syed stood up, his eyes fixed on the now damaged double doors as they closed. He hadn't managed to get a good look at him, since every time he got a glimpse so far either they or the man was sent flying into another room. He wasn't as polished as either the regular staff or the nobles though. Not to mention the skillset which reminded him a little bit too much of a certain opponent in a certain manor house. There was no lightning to help him here, no obvious power sources to give him that boost and let him do things he ordinarily couldn't.

But like hell was he going to stop. If this guy was their opponent, then so be it. They'd have to trust the others to find Estelle and Josette, to bring them back safely.

"It's the guy Don punched," he said quietly to Moira, flexing his shoulders and stretching his arms. Right then.

"What the fuck is it with you? For the last time, there's no way he'd fit his hair in there!" She then turned back towards the doors.

She stepped forwards, fists clenched, boots crunching against glass and wood as she stomped across the hall. A couple of security personel went for her, although they were intercepted by some very impressive moves by Clive.

"Sis! Bro! Are you okay?!" he called after them. Moira ignored him, but Syed gave him a small, thankful smile.

"This is pretty normal for us," he said almost dissmissively, before giving the band of all people an apologetic shrug. He then started to move his hands in slow, deliberate movements. Pieces of metal he could salvage from the debris began to float and spin in the air around him, giving off small arcs of electricity as they went. Piping from the edges of tables, a stool, a roulette wheel. Anything he could use to possibly support his teammates.

And as such they strode across the room, looks of determination on their faces. Geez, the doors were practically hanging off their hinges. Still, nothing a screwdriver couldn't-

Moira swung her arm around, before punching a door directly off it's hinges altogether and sending it rocketing across the room and smashing noisily against the other side of the lobby, catching a couple of security personel in the process. "OI!" she bellowed, grabbing a hold of the other door and pulling that off it's hinges and flinging it at Bart too. "You've right pissed me off! What the fuck was that for?!"

Syed cringed. He made sure that while staying behind Moira, he was at no point directly behind her. "Well, we did kind of break in-"

"I DON'T CARE!" she yelled. "We're in the middle of something! You're in our way, motherfucker! Move!"

She charged forward, fist ready to uppercut the fucker right up to the next floor.
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