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Here's A Little Lesson In Trickery

Name: Autolycus

Title(s): “Trickster of Ancient Greece”, “That Asshole”, “Hey Didn’t He Steal My Cows?”

Class: Assassin

Gender: Male

Attribute: (This will be given to you upon approval.)

Era: Age of Gods

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Someone who would inevitably be considered a “troll” of the highest tier in the future, enjoying making black of white, framing others, and performing thievery and other sorts of mischief. He is a sneaky kind of “asshat” who can usually be seen in an upbeat mood and smiling, but don’t let his mischievous and playful nature fool others into thinking him as being ‘dull’ as he wants them to believe. The man is a clever individual who fooled even “he who tricked the gods and was sent to Tartarus for it”, and his machinations are not something to sneeze at the more serious he gets about things.

He does have a sense of pride about being “the best thief ever”, though if he felt it came to his survival or pushing just a bit too far for his own self he’d keep his lips shut tight. Further, he adores one-liners and terrible puns, especially when seeing the frustrations and eye-rolls of others...though if they laugh along with him genuinely he does appreciate the humor. He both is willing to help, as in the case of teaching Heracles and naming his grandson Odysseus, but at the same time is less concerned about the after effects and consequences of his actions unless they personally will affect himself. Though as a servant...one can say his desire for the Holy Grail is very selfish indeed.

Appearance:

This Is Going Down In History

Bio:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autolycus

britannica.com/topic/Autolycus

greeklegendsandmyths.com/autolycus.html

pantheon.org/articles/a/autolycus.html

(etc)

Weapon: Sword, Bow

Parameters:

Strength: B

Endurance: D

Agility: A

Mana: D

Luck: A

Class Skills:

Presence Concealment: A+

-Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. It is possible to disappear completely and become almost impossible to be detected, even against a Servant's perception. However, efficiency will decrease once preparations to attack are taken.

Effectiveness does not lower when he is thieving/stealing, however.

Personal Skills:

Misdirection: -

-The faculties of a true master trickster and thief. Turning good into bad and bad into good, to throw things into disarray, redirecting punishments and blame and even fate itself away from one's self entirely, and to bring misfortunes to others and take great fortunes into one's self. Like a stone tossed in the path of a hapless traveler, enemies are tripped up and tricked, the wise are made foolish, the vigilant are blinded, and all are deceived to no end until they are brought to ruin.

Autolycus can escape any and all retribution or punishment, redirect curses away from himself to others, overturn order and bring about chaos and utter disarray, shift the threads of fate and blame about, steal from under the watch of even the most keen and discerning without being caught, and even trick and fool even the wisest among men even if the world went mad. He can always make black of white, and white of black, a horned animal into a hornless one, and from a hornless one into a horned one. The depths of his trickery are a mystery, and shall go down in history. Even the greatest of heroes are not immune to him.

Divinity: B

-is the measure of whether one has Divine Spirit aptitude or not. At high levels, one is treated as a mixed race of a Divine Spirit, and the level declines when the Heroic Spirit's own rank as a Monster or Demonic Beast raises. It can also decrease due to one's dislike for the gods. Those who have A Rank Divinity or above have reached the Throne of Gods. It also has an effect which reduces special defensive values called 'purge defense' in proportion to the Divinity's Rank. It can break through Skills such as Protection of the Faith and Enlightenment of the Sacred Fig.

He is a son of the god Hermes and the mortal woman Chione.

Pankration: A+

-Ancient greek martial arts, including what in modern times would be called wrestling and boxing.

He is the man who taught Heracles himself how to wrestle, and was able to survive the ordeal to boot. He is a highly skilled individual in this area.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Helm of Invisibility

Title: “Cloth Garb of Concealment”

Rank: E

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 0

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: Normally kept in the form of a sash, anything covered or enclosed by the cloth cannot be observed through magecraft and optical means. Using optical magic to block all forms of magical detection and any presence of magical emanations from the wearer, it is incredibly effective against those relying solely on magecraft to detect enemies. It does not obscure sound, smell, body temperature, or the wearer's tracks, so its usage is mostly situational. Without such indicators being readily apparent, it is possible to easily walk by enemies while keeping quiet, and it allows for the easy kidnapping of others through Bounded Fields without detection. While in its sash form, it can be held by multiple people at once, and it can wrap up itself automatically to return to its cap form. The cloth of which it is made of is of a very complex weave estimated to have "reached five dimensions", and complete reproduction of the cloth is impossible for humans.

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Name: Formshift

Title: “Make Black of White and White of Black”

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: -

Description: Autolycus was granted the ability to change the form of himself and other things. In this he would be able to hide the things he stole, as well as himself, as he desired. It is considered a power evolved from “Shapeshift”, and is the blessing of a god that combined with the potency of his Presence Concealment makes it possible to fool even keen-eyed and clever foes. The transformations he undergoes or applies to other things lasts for as long as Autolycus desires, just as it was in legend, though. Changes he can apply can even be as simple as altering the color of an object or himself in “transforming” it.

Autolycus is efficient enough overall that he has no issues using this Noble Phantasm in general use.

@Red Alice@Unoedipal@DostHou

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Annabelle Irons

and

Lord Soth, "The Infinite Abyss"

---

After speaking with Regina, Soth had moved his final pieces into the now-sealed crypt. Specifically, onto the single, great lower level that had been dug into it when it was originally built. A great and spacious room, its floors and very walls were covered in sigils and symbols of strange and alien make, defiling what had once been a resting place for the dead with nothing short of a Greater Horror's influence. Dark forms, some walking on fours, some moving about on long yet slender tendrils, and others moving about in cloak and hood as they skittered about in anxious anticipation of what was to come.

In the center of it all lied a stone-carved altar, carved with immaculate and inhuman levels of skill. Designs of eyes and tendrils caressed the altar's curves protectively along the sides, almost seeming alive, as dark sigils glowed upon it with a black yet soft light. Edges of it were inlaid with gold, silver, and jewels originating from Earth and other alien worlds. It was indeed a sight to behold, and lying on top of it was the most important part. A large white sheet, under which the still form of a human corpse could be perceived. The body of a dead magical girl, prepared with implanted organs and fluids and magic beyond what mankind could hope to grasp...at least, not without going utterly mad in the process. Multiple beings were looking over it, making magical marks upon the sheet and speaking to each other in a hushed but alien tongue.

Further, the room was lit in an eerie glow, purple orbs around the area lighting it up well enough to easily make one's way about.

'Good, good! Now then, it is time to begin the ritual. Now.

Our guests are being entertained, and deployment from the school to targeted areas is going smoothly. The fodder is doing its job nicely as well.'

The Greater Horror's words rung against the walls, an eerie echo that bounced about the greater chamber like it was some kind of chasm.

A certain magical girl, who had been leaning against the far wall across from the stairs since her arrival, then stepped forward. White hair glowed softly in the light, and her red eyes were a striking fire amidst the fleeting shadows. An orb floated next to her, inky black like the abyss it had come from, and her attire stood out like some kind of cultist garb. However her face wore a mixed expression, filled with concern and worry, and tinged with hints of curiosity and frustration alike.

"Boss...you'e not saying everything. I've helped you all this time, and nothing's been bad i mean, but after getting here i've been getting a strange feeling more and more.

I want to know what is really going on here...what is this ritual supposed to do? Are you just making another magical girl?"

Annabelle's words caused the great horror to seemingly take a brief pause, and the air seemed to ripple about her as if something was...thinking. No, debating something? It was hard to read the mood of a Greater Horror all of the time, even when one had been mentally warped by him. Monster parts, people parts, tricking her, and now the body of a magical girl?

'Listen well, young ones.

For the longest time, i have destroyed worlds, removed civilizations. I have seen the stars be born in all their brilliance, only to watch their lights fizzle out into an empty abyss.

When i emerge in full, the erasure of what i touch is inevitable.

So I eventually came to a curious question...what would it be like to experience things myself? To see all of this through a mortal’s eyes, without any danger to myself?'

As he spoke, Soth produced several tentacles from a portal forming on the ceiling of the chamber, and several eyes came out alongside them. One tentacle gestured towards the sky somewhat, as if to help illustrate his point. His tone, as ever, seemed relaxed and cordial, though somewhat perplexed if not fascinated in a fashion as well.

’Thus i came here, this little planet so many seem to glance at with...opportunity. You may call them gods, or ‘lesser forces’, or ‘puuchu’, or ‘horrors’, but regardless their petty squabbles have been most amusing to watch. Such narrow perspective...so, mortal. So much like the sapient flesh-bound creatures dominating most of the planet, i sought out a mortal of my own.

Eventually, i found a mortal compatible with my power, fueled with the desperation and despair that made them a worthy candidate. So i extended myself to them, sought to make them a vessel, an avatar if you will....'

Soth’s eyes seemed to then look between the body on the altar, and then to Annabelle, before he continued once more.

’….but the first one failed miserably. Of course, that failure was what became you, “dear” Annabelle. Of course, it was but an experiment, nothing that which has seen the movement of all time would dare to fuss over.'

Annabelle’s face went as pale as a ghost at the words, and a tremble rocked through her body. She...she hadn't been intended to be a magical girl?! W-What had happened at the stadium made sense then....she was part of him, he was part of her. But then-!?

’Yet after that event I searched for this place, a nexus of magical energy and phenomenon, and brought my influence here.

I secured the essence of spirits, the parts of monsters, the furnished flesh of some humans….

I also acquired a black coin from a foolish member of the Ebon Mint as well, and finally now this body of a deceased magical girl to infuse it all with.

All of this to make...a more useful one ultimately, one even more compatible with containing some of my essence to act as an avatar.'

"Then why am i here?! Why keep me a-around if i am some...some failure! Why want me here at the ritual site if you have all you need-!"

Before Annabelle could finish her outburst, tears nearly coming out of her eyes as the anger and frustrations finally peaked within her, the voice of the Greater Horror cut of her off in a heartbeat.

'Because, young one, you have been of great use to me...and the greatest purpose you can serve is here and now.

The body cannot be made my avatar if it remains...deceased. And your life force is most fitting for this task of reviving this deceased form. After all, you survived the failed possession of your body, though your past was quite lost in the process. I had to rebuild that personality and such things, even.

Then as agreed, once i am within my avatar your body will be released from my service and handed to that 'Regina Bates' as she calls herself.’

As the horror finished, Annabelle acted instinctively and attempted to lash out at the altar itself with magic from her left hand. It was an action that came from the basest desire of humans, that primal urge that had led their species to take over this planet...life. The will to live, to continue onward, to avoid the penalty of death, as it were. Equally as fast, the tentacles of the greater horror appeared from the orb next to her in a heartbeat, grasping her left arm. Then another tentacle shot out and grasped her right arm, then another to wrap around her mid-torso, and then two more respectively to grab each of her legs.

The tendrils held on with a tight grip, gentle enough to not break her body, but hard enough to stop her movements physically. The inky black orb moved around behind her, holding her up in the air by the tentacles themselves. It was like she had been chained to a wall, but in this case it was the tendrils of her own patron tying her down and keeping her still. Like a parent, scolding a foolish child.

"You...you bastard!!! You lied to Regina...you lied to all of us dammit!" Annabelle shouted, teeth gritted in a look of pure rage as she attempted to struggle against her bonds, albeit fruitlessly in this case, "You knew what your were saying, you knew it all along!"

'I lied not in my promise to her, though i fear the human tongue has failed to convey the true nature of her agreement with myself. One cannot truly say i lied, for i told nothing but truth to all of you. The fault lies with this 'language', though the concept has its useful points.

But it is truly nothing to worry about. In fact, i must thank you all, if i am to properly practice and learn about mortal standards for after my incarnation.

With this, i shall grasp many a good millennium of amusement from examining the mortal condition. To see that which will only return to my domain in due time, but through another lens i have not yet been able to see through. Albeit, it will be fascinating to see if this world can handle my arrival, haha!

Though even if it does not end up so, i have anchored this place here in space-time just in case. It is but one world among the sea of stars, but this mere token of my power guarantees my vessel remains intact at least. You mortals would call it a 'precautionary measure', as it were.'

Annabelle merely glared back daggers at the Greater Horror as he spoke, before a small but swiftly growing laugh rung out from Soth himself.

It was an almost guttural and primal sound, inexperienced, something unlike any other she'd heard from him or others before. It reverberated through the earthen walls, through even the walls of the crypt itself. Those close enough to the crypt could perhaps even hear it as well, almost like an earthquake as it shook the land. The calm and ever-existent cordiality never seemed to fade with this Horror, but this was different. It felt like more than that...like a child learning to laugh for the first time after seeing a goofy cartoon.

It was the most terrifying thing she had ever witnessed in her life.

@Flamelord@FamishedPants@ERode@DarkwolfX37@Ariamis@Card Captor@BrokenPromise@Rune_Alchemist@Vocab

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@Red Alice Submitting my interest here, yes.

Character and Post Stoage for Crusader Lord, Mk 1

Annabelle Irons

and

Lord Soth, "The Infinite Abyss"

---

After speaking with Regina, Soth had moved his final pieces into the now-sealed crypt. Specifically, onto the single, great lower level that had been dug into it when it was originally built. A great and spacious room, its floors and very walls were covered in sigils and symbols of strange and alien make, defiling what had once been a resting place for the dead with nothing short of a Greater Horror's influence. Dark forms, some walking on fours, some moving about on long yet slender tendrils, and others moving about in cloak and hood as they skittered about in anxious anticipation of what was to come.

In the center of it all lied a stone-carved altar, carved with immaculate and inhuman levels of skill. Designs of eyes and tendrils caressed the altar's curves protectively along the sides, almost seeming alive, as dark sigils glowed upon it with a black yet soft light. Edges of it were inlaid with gold, silver, and jewels originating from Earth and other alien worlds. It was indeed a sight to behold, and lying on top of it was the most important part. A large white sheet, under which the still form of a human corpse could be perceived. The body of a dead magical girl, prepared with implanted organs and fluids and magic beyond what mankind could hope to grasp...at least, not without going utterly mad in the process. Multiple beings were looking over it, making magical marks upon the sheet and speaking to each other in a hushed but alien tongue.

Further, the room was lit in an eerie glow, purple orbs around the area lighting it up well enough to easily make one's way about.

'Good, good! Now then, it is time to begin the ritual. Now.

Our guests are being entertained, and deployment from the school to targeted areas is going smoothly. The fodder is doing its job nicely as well.'

The Greater Horror's words rung against the walls, an eerie echo that bounced about the greater chamber like it was some kind of chasm.

A certain magical girl, who had been leaning against the far wall across from the stairs since her arrival, then stepped forward. White hair glowed softly in the light, and her red eyes were a striking fire amidst the fleeting shadows. An orb floated next to her, inky black like the abyss it had come from, and her attire stood out like some kind of cultist garb. However her face wore a mixed expression, filled with concern and worry, and tinged with hints of curiosity and frustration alike.

"Boss...you'e not saying everything. I've helped you all this time, and nothing's been bad i mean, but after getting here i've been getting a strange feeling more and more.

I want to know what is really going on here...what is this ritual supposed to do? Are you just making another magical girl?"

Annabelle's words caused the great horror to seemingly take a brief pause, and the air seemed to ripple about her as if something was...thinking. No, debating something? It was hard to read the mood of a Greater Horror all of the time, even when one had been mentally warped by him. Monster parts, people parts, tricking her, and now the body of a magical girl?

'Listen well, young ones.

For the longest time, i have destroyed worlds, removed civilizations. I have seen the stars be born in all their brilliance, only to watch their lights fizzle out into an empty abyss.

When i emerge in full, the erasure of what i touch is inevitable.

So I eventually came to a curious question...what would it be like to experience things myself? To see all of this through a mortal’s eyes, without any danger to myself?'

As he spoke, Soth produced several tentacles from a portal forming on the ceiling of the chamber, and several eyes came out alongside them. One tentacle gestured towards the sky somewhat, as if to help illustrate his point. His tone, as ever, seemed relaxed and cordial, though somewhat perplexed if not fascinated in a fashion as well.

’Thus i came here, this little planet so many seem to glance at with...opportunity. You may call them gods, or ‘lesser forces’, or ‘puuchu’, or ‘horrors’, but regardless their petty squabbles have been most amusing to watch. Such narrow perspective...so, mortal. So much like the sapient flesh-bound creatures dominating most of the planet, i sought out a mortal of my own.

Eventually, i found a mortal compatible with my power, fueled with the desperation and despair that made them a worthy candidate. So i extended myself to them, sought to make them a vessel, an avatar if you will....'

Soth’s eyes seemed to then look between the body on the altar, and then to Annabelle, before he continued once more.

’….but the first one failed miserably. Of course, that failure was what became you, “dear” Annabelle. Of course, it was but an experiment, nothing that which has seen the movement of all time would dare to fuss over.'

Annabelle’s face went as pale as a ghost at the words, and a tremble rocked through her body. She...she hadn't been intended to be a magical girl?! W-What had happened at the stadium made sense then....she was part of him, he was part of her. But then-!?

’Yet after that event I searched for this place, a nexus of magical energy and phenomenon, and brought my influence here.

I secured the essence of spirits, the parts of monsters, the furnished flesh of some humans….

I also acquired a black coin from a foolish member of the Ebon Mint as well, and finally now this body of a deceased magical girl to infuse it all with.

All of this to make...a more useful one ultimately, one even more compatible with containing some of my essence to act as an avatar.'

"Then why am i here?! Why keep me a-around if i am some...some failure! Why want me here at the ritual site if you have all you need-!"

Before Annabelle could finish her outburst, tears nearly coming out of her eyes as the anger and frustrations finally peaked within her, the voice of the Greater Horror cut of her off in a heartbeat.

'Because, young one, you have been of great use to me...and the greatest purpose you can serve is here and now.

The body cannot be made my avatar if it remains...deceased. And your life force is most fitting for this task of reviving this deceased form. After all, you survived the failed possession of your body, though your past was quite lost in the process. I had to rebuild that personality and such things, even.

Then as agreed, once i am within my avatar your body will be released from my service and handed to that 'Regina Bates' as she calls herself.’

As the horror finished, Annabelle acted instinctively and attempted to lash out at the altar itself with magic from her left hand. It was an action that came from the basest desire of humans, that primal urge that had led their species to take over this planet...life. The will to live, to continue onward, to avoid the penalty of death, as it were. Equally as fast, the tentacles of the greater horror appeared from the orb next to her in a heartbeat, grasping her left arm. Then another tentacle shot out and grasped her right arm, then another to wrap around her mid-torso, and then two more respectively to grab each of her legs.

The tendrils held on with a tight grip, gentle enough to not break her body, but hard enough to stop her movements physically. The inky black orb moved around behind her, holding her up in the air by the tentacles themselves. It was like she had been chained to a wall, but in this case it was the tendrils of her own patron tying her down and keeping her still. Like a parent, scolding a foolish child.

"You...you bastard!!! You lied to Regina...you lied to all of us dammit!" Annabelle shouted, teeth gritted in a look of pure rage as she attempted to struggle against her bonds, albeit fruitlessly in this case, "You knew what your were saying, you knew it all along!"

'I lied not in my promise to her, though i fear the human tongue has failed to convey the true nature of her agreement with myself. One cannot truly say i lied, for i told nothing but truth to all of you. The fault lies with this 'language', though the concept has its useful points.

But it is truly nothing to worry about. In fact, i must thank you all, if i am to properly practice and learn about mortal standards for after my incarnation.

With this, i shall grasp many a good millennium of amusement from examining the mortal condition. To see that which will only return to my domain in due time, but through another lens i have not yet been able to see through. Albeit, it will be fascinating to see if this world can handle my arrival, haha!

Though even if it does not end up so, i have anchored this place here in space-time just in case. It is but one world among the sea of stars, but this mere token of my power guarantees my vessel remains intact at least. You mortals would call it a 'precautionary measure', as it were.'

Annabelle merely glared back daggers at the Greater Horror as he spoke, before a small but swiftly growing laugh rung out from Soth himself.

It was an almost guttural and primal sound, inexperienced, something unlike any other she'd heard from him or others before. It reverberated through the earthen walls, through even the walls of the crypt itself. Those close enough to the crypt could perhaps even hear it as well, almost like an earthquake as it shook the land. The calm and ever-existent cordiality never seemed to fade with this Horror, but this was different. It felt like more than that...like a child learning to laugh for the first time after seeing a goofy cartoon.

It was the most terrifying thing she had ever witnessed in her life.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Aerith Hastings

Some Random Forest, ???

Who The Hell Is This Idiot Smexy Madman?!

Resets: 5

Deaths: 4

---

The girl gasped for air with the first sudden boot kick to her ribs, her eyes shooting open as some adrenaline was dumped into her body. She hastily looked up at the...oddly dressed and mad sounding individual who had kicked her. That and a campfire that was long cold and put out. It was far from Joy's warm bed and lusty company, but at the same time she'd expected something to happen eventually like this. Well...ok, not this specific situation whatsoever, but merely waking up to find herself in another location. Perhaps by the graces of a certain "Lord Talus" as it were, which is where she placed her guesses.

As the elf pulled back for another kick, Aerith instinctively rolled away. At least, before trying to get up off of the forest floor. It took a minute to get herself up and properly steadied, her body reeling from the sudden change in sleeping spot it had become accustomed to for...she couldn't tell how long really. She could recall all her time spent with Joy, just not how long it had even been. Perhaps a side effect of whatever space they had been in? She couldn't tell for sure, but she was glad she had her clothes on right now.

"I sure as hell don't get off on masochism, if that's what you are thinking," the girl said casually, at the same time attempting to catch her breath as she stood tall and observed both her surroundings and this strange new figure.

However, based on her time with Joy and what she'd thought about in the meantime...yeah. She had a few guesses as to what this man meant, and a lot of questions to go along with it. Among the latter were questions such as 'where the hell am i' and 'what kind of witch did you get in bed with to be like this'. More things were along the lines of 'where are Chieko and Hiro' among a few select questions beyond those about her immediate situation. Yet she also needed to think this through, even if for just a moment to gather her words right. She took a second to think back on what Joy had said about where they were, at least after she had first arrived and met her, and what little she knew by this point as well.

Based on his words the nickname of "Lust" wasn't very surprising, however....she had to agree it kinda fit after the last while. She had been sleeping with a witch for heaven knew how long, and admittedly it had been the pleasure trip of her entire lifetime until this point. Not that it had all been "that"...just, er, stuff outside of talking or things not related to that. Admittedly the time had answered some questions, only to open up an overflowing cask of other ones yet to be answered (much less asked). It...ugh, it was all pleasure, power, questions, and like a big blur in regards to any sense of time in that place.

"I'm going to hazard a guess you meaning freeing a witch, but what do you mean by 'the city of water'? Some coastal city? And where are we right now?" Aerith said, following up with the first questions that came to her mind, breathing normally now as she finally focused her gaze more on the man in front of her.

@BrokenPromise

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

Lilianna Rotz

---

Two survivors. Lilianna felt a wave wash over her body, and even some tension release from her shoulders. She'd had her mech scouring down to the forest floor for evidence, floating and crawling almost like a predator out for prey. It wasn't intentionally an eerie manner of searching, as much as an attempt to be in-depth to a certain extent in the searching just in case the beacons were off. But soon enough, however, the voice of Roxanne once again rang over the comms about finding two survivors and searching for the other agents. Lillianna's appendages and herself seemed to perk up at the latter thing.

"Ouroboros calling in, will continue to look for survivors. No life signs or signals found yet, but will keep you all updated."

Lilianna leaned back in her seat, letting out a slow but ultimately unnecessary breath. Against the interior lightning of her mech, the strong corpse-like color tint on her skin stood out like a sore thumb, as did her expression of mixed relief and exasperation at the situation.

So far...things seemed to be going ok. No one had found out what she was just yet, or seen her outside of a mech.

Maybe, just maybe, she could prove herself here and then...ah. Perhaps she was getting a bit hopeful there, and to the one who had been her caretaker the signs of that hope were as obvious as daylight.

"....Hope isn't a terrible emotion to feel, but you have gotten at moderating these things since we first met at least." Dr. Chamberlin's floating form said, robotic voice ringing with the tint of empathy.

Lilianna's body jerked slightly at the doctor's words, stopping her mech cold for a moment. A tremble. Then another tremble...and then she took another deep breath. Memories flashed in her mind for just a moment, some she...would rather not have wanted to recall at this point in time. Or ever again, for that matter.

"Apologies...i didn't-"

It was then that the Undead Gazer heard Maria's announcement over the comms. The moth girl had found another of the mechs.

Lilianna immediately put her mech into gear, its many arms and thruster pushing it as it scrambled over to get to the scene. It was good news, potentially, but at the same time she was perhaps a bit desperate to get her mind onto another matter. Another topic entirely, for that matter.

"I am nearest to Maria's location, am en route to assist in investigation of crash site.

Maria, please hold your position until i get there."

Lilianna's tone was somewhat laced with tints of concern as she made her message over the comms, as professional as she was trying to sound otherwise. The undead gazer cursed at herself under her breath after getting off the comms, mainly for letting some of that mood leak in. However, more than this she was cursing those old memories for ever coming up from the abyss she had banished them to years ago. She cursed what had happened back then, what THOSE people had done, what the hell it had been like at that time.

The Kraken moved through the forest like a bat out of hell, however, until Lilianna eventually came upon the crash site as well. The tentacle armed mech pulled itself out of the treeline carefully, engaging flight mode fully again and beginning to calmly float over towards Maria and the crashed mech. The gazer took a few more unnecessary, yet calming, deep breaths as she made her approach before tuning into the comms once more. The last bits of the hectic emotions seemed to finally subside, all having been focused into her rush to get here to Maria.

This would be fine. The crash site seemed rather normal as she observed it through sensors and the like, though she hadn't taken a good view of the crashed mech yet. Besides, she couldn't hyperventilate herself into a coma even if the stuff came back. Her body was an immortal undead, something that in many ways was always going to be the same. In some ways...she was actually glad for that, to be frank.

"Maria, have you found signs of the pilot?" Lilianna spoke to the moth girl over the comms, just as she would be moving around to the side of Maria's mech to get a view at the crashed carapace.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

Lilianna: "...Is anyone else gonna eat that?"

By Invitation Only (high school RP with superpowers involved)

@Mitheral Interesting the apps are in google docs. Anything that persuaded you to choose that route? :O

Sincerely,

A Curious Passerby/RP'er

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Mina Kreiger (Alloy)

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That guy....was dead. Finally. And Alloy herself in part didn't know how to feel about it at first. Most of her felt the washing wave of relief, the lessening of that tight feeling in her chest, and even the tension in her muscles temporarily fading. She felt righteous rage screaming like a victorious Tarzan within her chest with each blow Jason had landed, and a sort of satisfaction bloom as well as the new arrival turned on the one who had apparently called him into the world. Poetic, in a manner of speaking, reminiscent of Dr. Frankenstein and his monster.

But as soon as those sirens began to blare, a great chill went down Alloy's spine. This new arrival, what this "Dr. Dean" had done, it utterly paled in comparison to what was soon to be here. An Endbringer, here, coming to Denver to wipe them off the face of this planet.

"Chatter, see if you can call attention to some of the ghettos on the east side. I know a few parahumans there who can expedite the evacuation in that area, just tell em' to say Mina sent them and they'll listen. Got at least two guys who can teleport stuff and people in that area, among other things.

In the meantime i'll ride with you, Thunderbolt," Alloy said into the comms, moving over to Jason to get in position for the ride to the staging area, her face (what was visible of it beyond metal) a mix of pale despite wearing a very dead serious expression on it as she then spoke into comms once more, "Though if i end up not coming back, Whimsy gets all my stuff. Not letting all you guys get your hands on it, haha."

That was all she had to say, attempting to crack a bit of humor to the team with a somewhat serious "will and testament" before...yeah. She was now in position to be carried as well to the staging area, and it wasn't like she couldn't be useful potentially. Power machines they needed for the endeavor, tap into the existing city power grid if they needed firepower, or whatever else she could do to help was worth the trip. Chatter didn't seem to hop on anywho, and personally she didn't want to be behind in case she could do anything.

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Allison Mead (Excaliblast)

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As soon as the Endbringer sirens began to blare aloud with that deafening sound, Allison had stopped in her tracks and turned around on a dime. MB was a jackass of the highest proportions, but this....this was something else. Even the Patriarch and his shitty goons couldn't do more shit here unless they wanted to be dead and hunted to the ends of the earth. No one among parahuman kind could do so if they had a brain, really, and for good reason.

Because they had to get everyone out as best as possible, as there was a giant murder machine on its way to them right now. No, worse, it was approaching close enough as it was to cause them to use the sirens.

"FUCK ME!!!" Allison shouted aloud as she bolted back down the stairs, before letting out a stream of shouting other profanities about the oncoming threat...even as she bolted to get back down the stairs to the first floor where her class was.

All the people trapped in classrooms by the attack from the Community, the PRT people outside, the goons that had been in the halls doing hell knows what, they all had to 'GTFO' as she would put it. Albeit if a goon got trampled to death or accidentally tripped and was stampeded on she wouldn't bother to help. Those assholes deserved it, but she wouldn't abuse the damn Endbringer situation like that and get another big target on herself. Dangit.

-Shortly Thereafter-

Well, her classmates had bolted out of the windows as soon as they heard the sirens, that much she had learned quite fast as she had tried to get back. PRT and professors and others seemed to be trying to get students and other staff out in a hurry to boot, not much she could do at that point in time than glare at the Headmaster after he had finally made it down the stairs a bit after her. Man was walking past her, barely made eye contact, and then walked off after giving a nod. A nod! This wasn't even remotely the time for things like this, though seeing a Community goon rush and trip "accidentally" over one of the blades she had fired a time ago was entertaining.

More important than this, she was looking for the PRT guy she heard speaking from the speakers before. Morales, some of these PRT people had said? She needed a ride to the staging area....and the guy was maybe in charge? not like she had to think about her choice right now. She had to try to help, even if her simple power did nothing but add a tiny bit to the overall effort.

By Invitation Only (high school RP with superpowers involved)

@Mitheral Interesting idea you got here.