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Edged Horizon

Lyra. But better.

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Edged Horizon

10/10 Lyra magic clone, Suras

Edged Horizon

SNACKBAR?

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The sound of chopsticks and the aromatic, but slightly greasy smell of cheap takeout yakisoba emanated from Rui-Hai’s corner of the common room. Silently shoveling fried noodles into her mouth, a small handheld device was in her other hand, the soft glow of the screen’s ill-adjusted lighting reflecting in her eyes. It was an activity that was not uncommon at all in any café, but as the blue-haired girl thumb scrolled through lines of text, it was clear that she had serious intent on reading whatever was in front of her. It was still just regular news. But for somebody like her, living along the edges of proper society, knowing the state of the union was as important as blood and water.

She didn’t live at Café Thaza; while it was in a bit of a slummy neighborhood, she had a flat that she could count as a safe place. As it turned out, when she didn’t have a job, the girl was prone to doing mundane drivel, and eating takeout at Mom’s with her degenerate friends was something that happened a couple times a week, and there was no shortage of drama that Rui-Hai could watch from just sipping a latte there. When the door burst open to an injured man being carried by his two ends, she thought she was going to be treated to an episode of a hospital drama today. The thought immediately made her think of the Café’s resident madwoman, however, and she made a distasteful face as she buried herself in her noodles.

The scene played out as mostly expected. The dark-haired Advent scurried out from her room with medical equipment to perform whatever surgery the kid needed. Rui-Hai nearly locked up; she had no idea why she was so charitable, but the usual miserly attitude End’s familiar antics drew her back into her proper senses. She made a light chuckle as she finished her noodles, washing the rest down with a lukewarm swig of coffee. As expected, Warthog had been charitable as usual. It was a wonder how he’d not been played heavily for his credits yet.

Rui-Hai finally stood up, collecting her paper mug and plastic food container to toss as Jiangli entered the room.

“Maybe she’s finally filthy rich and wants to get into philanthropy?” she made a dismissive comment, crushing the cup within the container and chucking the package into the bin a couple feet away. Brushing off her windbreaker, she shrugged before returning to her seat, paying half attention to the gentleman’s explanation. She brought her phone back up to read, but as the conversation’s focus turned to the café’s infamous proprietor, the mention of a nightmare caught her full attention. She was the first to stride over to glance at the message.

“Looks interesting. A bloody killcount already, huh? I wonder who’s outfit was hit.”

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End @ERode - Rui-Hai thinks Josephine as a good fighter, and synergizes well in combat. Her personality leaves a lot to be desired though, and she simply cannot understand her miserly attitude towards bullets and in general, especially when she can reuse and recreate them. Likes to try getting her to pay for things.

Voice @Jeyma – Neutral is the best way to describe it. She doesn’t really interact with her, but with her own experience of people and creatures in the past decade, her creepy-ish veneer doesn’t affect her at all. A strictly professional relationship.

Doc @DracoLunaris – On the other hand, Rui-Hai outright dislikes Advent’s creations and antics. While she shares and understands her love of theft, she’s disgusted by her tampering and meddling with life. She’s not outright hostile, but she makes her displeasure known in her presence. Rui-Hai questions whether or not Sabrina actually got the job at Courtlandt and the idea of having potentially worked together in two organizations leaves a bad taste in her mouth.

Warthog @SilverDawn – Generally thinks Gerard is an all-around stand-up guy. She doesn’t share some of his views on morals, but she respects the older man and feels that she can rely on him in combat any time. Keeps her relationship with him professional, but she appreciates his choice of heavy weaponry and style of magic.

Zer0 @Skyswimsky – She appreciates the IT and support aspect of her feature-set, but finds her a bit lacking and young. She doesn’t think she belongs in the organization with her fighting skills, and would probably be more appropriate somewhere not on the fucking field, like the girl in the earpiece from HQ or something. She does like her potential ability to dictate accurate fire control for her weapons, however.

Runner @Psyker Landshark – He’s alright. She has a love-hate relationship with his stubbornness, but respects the fact that he doesn’t let people roll over him. Seems to ignore his background as a Prohibitum Agent, but subtly watches her back when around him. Thinks his skillset is very useful though, especially when it comes to making her heavy hitting rounds hit harder. Likes his hat.

Hex @Traitor –Tolerates some of her humor. Rui-Hai generally finds her attitude distasteful though, especially with such a cocky attitude for somebody that blundered into her magic. Doesn’t like her runic beast thing at all, and thinks the rest of her skillset is very much a one-trick pony sort of thing, and too situational to be readily useful.

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Who's ready for a show?

Name: Rui-Hai Ney

Codename: Arsenal

Color Scheme: 4a3074 4b5d6a

Age: Mid twenties

Gender: Female

Personality:

• Kleptic
• Obsessive
• Indifferent
• Arrogant
• Unrelenting
• Vicious

Short Biography

Rui-Hai was an individual of reasonable talent that fell off the beaten track. Born a ‘Natural,’ she found a particular aptitude for her brand of magic early in her story. Using her talents as a gateway, lured by the glamor of academy life, she started her career as a student of the Thremont institutions.

The complacency of research and remaining stationary in a single place never found themselves compatible with her however, and as her talents and experience grew, she found herself drifting farther and farther away from the life of an academic. Instead, she found her stride as a hired gun, freelancing for any organization that she found to her liking or was fighting against an enemy that roused her interest, fueling her lust for adrenaline. All along the way, she would find reason to expand her inventory.

Working discreetly, she eventually found herself working heavily with a surprisingly unrelated sort of organization: elements of Courtlandt Holdings. In retrospect, it would seem obvious that certain companies would have more skeletons in the closet than others, but her jobs paid well but were infinitely boring. When she was offered the job as acting as a glorified security guard, she nearly broke off the relationship on the spot. With much persuasion, however, she was persuaded to take the job, finding herself with the mundane duty of protecting research facility.

It was there that she encountered her first nightmare. In the ensuing battle that followed, she met her match, nearly demolishing herself and the facility along with the monster in a last-ditch artillery barrage. Her relationship with Courtlandt ceased soon after, but by then, she’d already found a new job.

The cleaners.

Magic Style:

Fold

Rui-Hai focuses heavily on a specialized area of magic that at its core, is neither offensive nor defensive in nature. A more esoteric spell in nature, she folds space itself to create small portals to other locations, enabling her to store and quickly retrieve a large arsenal of weaponry for use on the fly. At long distances, she can only pass inanimate, non-biological objects, but at short ranges of roughly ten meters, she can essentially teleport at will.

Signals, such as radio, readily pass through an open portal, enabling her to use a wireless trigger to operate her larger and more stationary weapons.

Membership: Medium; about one year on the job.

Equipment:

Considering Ney’s skillset, the equipment section is more of signature selection of the collection she owns and carries.

Heavyware Standard Pistol Mk. 3 – A lightweight handgun. Small, compact, reliable, and easy to reload. Only has ten rounds per reload, but Ney never has less than enough ammo to supply a platoon.

Heavyware Vulcan X-2 – Specialized laser gatling cannon. Quiet for its type. An older model, it requires more energy and can fire continuously for seven seconds before overheating.

Heavyware QF750 Mk. 2 Field Howitzer – Rui-Hai’s crown jewel, a 155mm towed artillery piece. Considered a last resort or used in a display of superiority, she has two in her inventory. Normally requiring a crew of three to operate, like most of her more heavy weaponry, the gun is setup beforehand, and in this case, near impossible to reload in combat. Can interface with and be fed targeting data with any Courtlandt Electronics telemetry system, and be prepped beforehand with mission specific shells, including HE, AP, and illumination.

Grenades – More.

Relationships:
Character Impressions:
(Shit I’ll do in the morning)

Theme Song:

Q - FLUX

Who's ready for a show?

Name: Rui-Hai Ney

Codename: Arsenal

Color Scheme: 4a3074 4b5d6a

Age: Mid twenties

Gender: Female

Personality:

• Kleptic
• Obsessive
• Indifferent
• Arrogant
• Unrelenting
• Vicious

Short Biography

Rui-Hai was an individual of reasonable talent that fell off the beaten track. Born a ‘Natural,’ she found a particular aptitude for her brand of magic early in her story. Using her talents as a gateway, lured by the glamor of academy life, she started her career as a student of the Thremont institutions.

The complacency of research and remaining stationary in a single place never found themselves compatible with her however, and as her talents and experience grew, she found herself drifting farther and farther away from the life of an academic. Instead, she found her stride as a hired gun, freelancing for any organization that she found to her liking or was fighting against an enemy that roused her interest, fueling her lust for adrenaline. All along the way, she would find reason to expand her inventory.

Working discreetly, she eventually found herself working heavily with a surprisingly unrelated sort of organization: elements of Courtlandt Holdings. In retrospect, it would seem obvious that certain companies would have more skeletons in the closet than others, but her jobs paid well but were infinitely boring. When she was offered the job as acting as a glorified security guard, she nearly broke off the relationship on the spot. With much persuasion, however, she was persuaded to take the job, finding herself with the mundane duty of protecting research facility.

It was there that she encountered her first nightmare. In the ensuing battle that followed, she met her match, nearly demolishing herself and the facility along with the monster in a last-ditch artillery barrage. Her relationship with Courtlandt ceased soon after, but by then, she’d already found a new job.

The cleaners.

Magic Style:

Fold

Rui-Hai focuses heavily on a specialized area of magic that at its core, is neither offensive nor defensive in nature. A more esoteric spell in nature, she folds space itself to create small portals to other locations, enabling her to store and quickly retrieve a large arsenal of weaponry for use on the fly. At long distances, she can only pass inanimate, non-biological objects, but at short ranges of roughly ten meters, she can essentially teleport at will.

Signals, such as radio, readily pass through an open portal, enabling her to use a wireless trigger to operate her larger and more stationary weapons.

Membership: Old; about two years on the job.

Equipment:

Considering Ney’s skillset, the equipment section is more of signature selection of the collection she owns and carries.

Heavyware Standard Pistol Mk. 3 – A lightweight handgun. Small, compact, reliable, and easy to reload. Only has ten rounds per reload, but Ney never has less than enough ammo to supply a platoon.

Heavyware Vulcan X-2 – Specialized laser gatling cannon. Quiet for its type. An older model, it requires more energy and can fire continuously for seven seconds before overheating.

Heavyware QF750 Mk. 2 Field Howitzer – Rui-Hai’s crown jewel, a 155mm towed artillery piece. Considered a last resort or used in a display of superiority, she has two in her inventory. Normally requiring a crew of three to operate, like most of her more heavy weaponry, the gun is setup beforehand, and in this case, near impossible to reload in combat. Can interface with and be fed targeting data with any Courtlandt Electronics telemetry system, and be prepped beforehand with mission specific shells, including HE, AP, and illumination.

Grenades – More.

Relationships:
Character Impressions:
(Shit I’ll do in the morning)

Theme Song:

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Why doesn't this forum have downvotes?

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Courtlandt Holdings did nothing wrong

Immortality's End - Prodigy Prophecy

The sounds of the sea and the cry of the seagulls that accompanied them echoed off the walls of Cynthia’s bedchamber. Brilliant sunlight streamed through the room’s large bay windows, only partially blocked by a lone maid by the window. From the four-poster bed near the sunlit window, a snugly tucked in girl stirred, rustled by the sound of panes being winched open.

Ultimately, she was roused by the absence of curtains, having been pushed aside by the golden-haired maid. Rolling to the edge of the bed to sit up, she yawned, stretching her arms up high. “Good morning Luna,” she yawned once again, a greeting which was copied and reciprocated in return.

Exchanging a wordless glance with her personal maid and childhood friend, she stood up to be dressed. Cynthia drew no pleasure from formal attire, and accordingly dressed herself in sweaters and loose skirts, comfortable clothing suitable for the north’s frigid climes. Having clothed her mistress, the short-haired maid disappeared.

-

Although freshened and clothed, she was yet to have her breakfast tea, and as such, the pattern of her movements as she made for her meal in hallways looked near aimless. Unusual today, the halls were devoid servants, a fact not lost even on the sleepy girl.

As she raised her finger to wipe an eye, a movement on the royal rugs in front her caught her eye. Billowing upwards as if smoke, a shadowed figure rose from the floor, staring without emotion through two white eyes at a now alert girl. She raised a hand as if to cast, but as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. Her eyes narrowed as she searched her surroundings, but found nothing amiss.

The existence and meaning of such a creature appearing where she was wasn’t lost on her. Fully awake, Cynthia pondered the thought as she arrived at her dining room for her morning meal.

-

“You’re awake today.” She was met with sarcastic, but genuine surprise from her maid, who stood at the ready with a silver tray. “And so she is,” said a male voice seated at side of Cynthia’s long table. Slightly lanky and of silver hair, he was Edmund, another merchant and her right-hand man. In a childish manner, she stuck out her tongue and seated herself at the head of the table.

It was indeed rare for her to be fully awake in the morning, and she and everybody else knew it. Regardless, she had little energy to quip back. Setting a white napkin on her lap, she mixed milk into her black tea, taking a sip before she worked on a breakfast of eggs, sausages, and toast. As was customary in her household, after setting down a package of letters and reports, Luna sat down across from Edmund to join the two at the table for their meal.

“So? How did the business with Lord Barentz go?” Placing a cut piece of meat in her mouth, she looked at her silver-haired associate with a single open eye. “I doubt he’s all smiles after Brilliant Alice was lost.” Cynthia was referring to the third merchant ship out of their port lost in a two-week period to the infamous vessel-devouring leviathan. While it was not one of her own, there was heavy pressure on her to deal with the monster. Barentz, an insurer, was one of many.

“He’s demanded more escorts for his clients, as expected. As I’m sure you’re acutely aware, our own position hasn’t changed, so I politely told him to ‘fuck off’, as you will.”

“Good man. But we’re going to have to do something more about this soon—“

Sipping her tea in one hand, she rifled through the stack of letters before she stopped on one with the seal of the Mecrundyr Federation. Pausing, she shot a glance at her maid who dismissively waved it away. “You were going to see it anyway.”

Raising her own eyebrows, Cynthia unceremoniously opened the envelope with her butter knife. Wordlessly, she scanned the pages within as she finished her tea, refilling it before passing it on to her 2nd and her maid.

“The prophecy, is it?” Luna looked up, having read the document. “That’s presumptuous of them…”

“But it makes sense.”

The brown haired merchant glanced between her two subordinates. “Regardless of what you think, this makes the first formal contact by Neerie. Miguild’s signature is clear. Too bad the timing is inopportune.”

Edmund rubbed his chin. “You will accept, then?”

“I think I will.”