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Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

Am I intrigued? Yes, intrigued I am.

Miraculous America

Flashing colors and strange visons swirled through Tonya’s mind. The optical illusions danced merrily through her dreams, their voices a cacophony of sound both beautiful and chaotic. They began to spin faster and faster through her inner eye, lost memories occurring all around her, mixing with happy and terrible moments alike. Too fast for her to comprehend until the frenzied whirlwind merged into one singular image, and the familiar tenor voice of a young boy.

“Tonya, Tonya?”

Tonya’s eyes snapped open only for her to squeeze them shut again. The blinding light from the bright morning sun shone down directly upon the spot where she lay, burning her sensitive retinas. She tried again, this time cautiously, letting her eyelids slide open in a controlled fashion. She was outside, how that happened she did not know, and someone was shaking her shoulder and calling her name. Bewildered Tonya focused on the boy, clearing the blurry image until she recognized his pale face and that silly haircut and his strange eyes.

“Ed-Eddie?”

Her parched mouth creaked like a rusty gate as she tried to speak, and her brain worked even slower as it tried to formulate some rational for what was going on. Sirens blared in the background and behind Eddie’s head, Tonya could see a large poster asking people to attend a party at the Luna’s Lunar Lounge plastered on a cracked window. Instantly memories came rushing back as the floodgates were burst wide open. Reaching a hand up to her face Tonya expected to feel her mask and hood, or maybe some of the scale armor that protected her. Instead all she felt was her flushed face and brown hair. She must have passed out from the gas, and Talon must have dragged her out here, and then both of their suits must have deactivated. Tonya wasn’t sure whether she should be terrified or relived. She was quick to add two and two together, and knew there stood only one logical explanation for Eddie being out there, and not in school. She just simply didn’t know what to say to him.

Ossar rose from his hiding place behind Tonya’s hair. He was weak and in desperate need of sustenance, but he remained defiant in the defense of his master. The tiny serpent kwami frowned at Eddie, clearly disapproving of his actions. “Thou should not have returned warrior of the eagle. Daughter of Tabbet’s secret was hers to reveal alone. Thy foolishness hath cost us greatly, and placed you both in grave danger.” Around the corner a group of paramedics rushed towards Tonya, their concerned voices mingling with the other sounds. Ossar slithered back from whence he came, giving Eddie a few last words of advice. “Go now, and speak of this to no one. The finer points of the whole remain concealed. Perhaps the damage will be minimal.”

The paramedics halted beside Tonya, checking her pulse and running a preliminary inspection. Lifting the semi-conscious girl onto a stretcher they thanked Eddie for looking after her before rushing her limp form onto the nearest ambulance. The last thing Tonya remembered thinking before the doors of the truck slammed shut, was whether Eddie was angry about the way she’d yelled at him only hours before on the steps to school.

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Wouldn’t Rouge-Bat have been affected by the gas? He was standing right next to it when it exploded.

Miraculous America

I imagine they’ll all wake up in the hospital. In separate wards, so their identities will still be hidden.

Miraculous America

“You trapped us in here?” Serpentine cried out in shock, stumbling blindly forward until her hands rested against cold, unmoving stone. Gloves scrapping across the rock, she searched for some crevice through which they might squeeze. She knew her actions were pointless, any escape she might discover would’ve been spotted by Talon in a moment. Still she waited until she circumvented their entire enclosure before she surrendered. They were well and truly trapped, at least until Talon’s power faded and the stone crumbled like the walls of Jericho. Resting her weary body against the barrier she sighed, one ear pressed against it as she listened to the events transpiring outside. In a moment her blood ran cold.

“Rouge-Bat’s out there, and Furrita and Usagi are facing him alone.” Serpentine pounded her fists against the unyielding stone. “You – we have to help them somehow. Can’t you bring this wall down any faster?” At that moment an explosion shook the building to its foundations and purple gas seeped through the slight gap where the rock and roof met. Serpentine coughed sucking in one last lungful of stale air before she became surrounded by the sweet scented gas. She could feel it tickling her face, clogging around her nostrils and dancing off her tightly shut eyelids. One good breath and she’d be out cold. Not knowing what Talon was doing, or if he even remained awake Serpentine pounded thrice upon the wall to little effect.

“Serpentine, illusions!”

Furrita’s voice spurred Serpentine into action. Abandoning her efforts to break through the rigid barricade, she grasped the Miraculous of Deception in both hands, focusing on the first thing that popped into her muddled brain. Opening her mouth Serpentine prepared to shout, her mouth filling with the potent vapor.

“Mir-uglgh, Mir-age…”


In an instant a hundred oversized ferrets sprang into being clutching numerous styles of spray bottles. Everything from Fabreez, to Raid, and even Pinesole and Lavender chemical concoctions were held in their collective paws as they pranced and spun across the room like massive circus dogs. The oddity would have shocked even the most collected individuals, and greatly confused even those who knew how the illusions were created in the first place. Serpentine’s toxin infused brain was to blame for the six-foot tall bottle wielding mustelids, and if she could’ve seen her mistake she would’ve been extremely embarrassed. As it was Serpentine struggled to remain conscious in her prison of blindness, as the gas she inhaled began taking its toll on her body.

Outside the scurrying furry giants did their duty despite their unprecedented appearance. Snapping and spraying at the Baristriss while concealing Furrita and Usagi behind a wall of vibrant light and sound.

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Sensing Talon’s presence reclining beside her, Serpentine shifted her weight ever so slightly broken glass crunching beneath her. A mixture of confusion and contentment clouded her judgment at Talon’s words, and she was worried he might see the inappropriately timed smile growing on her face. Try as she might Serpentine could not think straight in her present state of being. The fear of total darkness, combined with happiness and Talon’s concern for her wellbeing and the seriousness of their quandary all muddled by the toxic gas left her mind more scrambled then the eggs she ate for breakfast. The eagle-hero’s comments about her being cute weren’t helping either. Furrowing her brow Serpentine tried her best to force these conflicting thoughts and feelings from herself in order to focus. Talon was right about the baristriss’ akuma; with the only three combat fit heroes having already utilized their max abilities and with their Miraculous’ clocks ticking, discovering and destroying the villainous barista’s weapon remained a top priority. Forced into a retreat the heroes could be picked off one by one as their Miraculous’ failed, and their suits evaporated like dust on the wind. Shivering at this bleak prospect Serpentine’s foolish grin vanished in an instant and she became serious, running over the many possibilities aloud.

“Any number of things really, especially here at the Lounge. Though if I had to venture a guess I imagine it would be the same as the last guy, his whip was where the Akuma was hidden right.” Serpentine reasoned, blinking rapidly and jerking her head from side to side. The gas made her feel lightheaded, as if she was exhausted and would like nothing more than to lay down and fall sleep. She resisted the urge through the spasmodic movements, using Talon’s shoulder to push herself onto her unsteady feet. “The Baristriss is using spray bottles right, they explode but she always seems to have more… It disobeys so many laws of physics, but so do these suits and powers… She must have a main one that she can use to summon all the others. If we can disarm her she won’t be able to throw any more gas, and we’ll be able to purify her Akuma!”

At that moment the ferocious battle between Furrita and Baristriss heated up, with the heroine alone and in trouble of being overwhelmed as yet another gas bomb was primed and ready to throw. Serpentine cast about in mental desperation for something, anything that might change the tide of battle. Underfoot the glass crunched loudly into even smaller pieces. The remains of a shattered window, destroyed by Usagi’s slingshot minutes before. “Usagi!” Serpentine gasped in remembrance, raising her voice to the point where the rabbit hero might hear her. “Usagi, disarm the Baristriss with your slingshot!” Turning to Talon, or to where she thought Talon was Serpentine spoke in a rapid, quiet tone. “You’ll have to leave me here. Once Usagi knocks the Baristriss’ Akuma away you’ve got to snatch it, yell when you do and I’ll cast an illusion around you and Furrita. It’ll keep you both covered until you can purify it. Make sure to hold your breath and close your eyes if a grenade goes off, and Talon… Please be careful.”

Miraculous America

Yes indeed. Because when your eyes aren't able to deceive you, the other senses are very keen.

Oh BTW, I wanted to make this clear here in the OOC since I'm not portraying it very well IC, Serpentine wasn't blinded by the gas, she was blinded by the explosion to the face, the gas only caused a stinging sensation and watering, unless @Polaris North you want to make blinding a property of the gas.

Miraculous America

Strong hands seized ahold of Serpentine wrenching her away from the no-man’s land in the center of the café. A lump caught in her throat, Serpentine struggled against this unknown aggressor, her feet and fists connecting indiscriminately with any chairs or tables or decorations that came within range, with few blows even striking her assailant. The gas before had sapped her strength, and despite desperate efforts the mysterious person succeeded in dragging her into the corner. The sound of forming stone and a familiar voice broke through the inhibiting darkness that surrounded Serpentine, calming her frantic heart.

“Ed-?“ No, not Eddie. The school boy she’d spoken to earlier that morning wouldn’t be here battling supervillains and forming a defensive wall to help protect her. Reaching out Serpentine felt the wing and shoulder of Talon’s suit, a mixture of relief and guilt swamping her overwhelmed senses. “I’m sorry for hitting you Talon!” She gasped, snatching her hand away and staring around into the permanent blackness that surrounded her like a veil. A shiver of fear ran down her spine. Was her condition permanent? Would it wear off in time, or when Barristris was defeated? Serpentine was truly helpless without the use of her vision, and for the first time felt a serious appreciation for something she usually took for granted.

“I can’t see. Whatever’s in that gas blinded me, and I don’t feel so good. Almost, dizzy.” The snake heroine sank back, slumping against the wall her hands pressed tight against her face. She dearly wished should could rip off the mask and pour cool water onto her throbbing eyes, or at least somehow ease the pain. She could still smell the sickly sweet scent of the gas, clogging her nostrils and disorienting her mind, and hear the blast from the can that exploded right in front of her face. Nearby the sounds of battle echoed throughout the café, indicating Furrita’s attempts at defeating the Barristris alone. “You should go help her,” Serpentine urged Talon, her face directed in the wrong way. “I’ll be fine here, just let me know of Rouge-Bat shows up.” She touched the camera attached at her hip, trying to give her comrade a brave smile to show she'd be okay. Unbeknownst to her the device had been shattered from her tumble, the screen broken into a million pieces by the full weight of her body landing on top of it.

Hidden In The Forest (Closed)

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Hidden In The Forest (Closed)

Being alone never really bothered Sam. He appreciated the feeling of freedom he gained in these moments, the treat to be himself without watchful eyes prying into his back and business. He loved his mom, dearly, but her overbearing anxiety choked the life out of everything he did. He was glad she’d left without too much struggle and appreciated her all the more for it. Gazing out over the still waters of Lake Superior he let out a content sigh, a cheerful smile playing at the corners of his lips. Today would be a good day, and the start of a greater week; he just knew it.

For a long while Sam relaxed, enjoying the view and his surroundings for their simplicity, allowing time and worries to fade away like the water washing away the sand. Still, he was always the industrious one, and despite the enjoyment he garnered from doing nothing he turned his mind towards accomplishing a goal. Namely, setting up camp. Wandering about the immediate area Sam found a number of large stones which he carried to the center of a flat shady spot, overlooking the water. Haphazardly tossing them to the grass he left them to rest, knowing they could be easily rearranged into a proper fire pit later. He was half way through collecting enough rocks when Jake’s eager bark alerted him to the car trundling down the dirt path. Recognizing the car Sam dropped the stone he was carrying, his eyes lighting up happily. He waved, jogging the short distance over to where his best friend and his brother, and younger sister were stepping from the car. Sam really liked Atlas and was thrilled he’d been allowed to come. They’d been friends for a lot longer than the rest of their little posse, being of a closer age and personality than the others. The younger teen occasionally weirded Sam out, however his sarcastic wit and musical talent made up for the bouts of sporadic turbulence that rocked their friendship. Sam’s own knack for homework and testing was probably what kept Atlas afloat in academic pursuits over the six years they’d known each other.

“Nah, not too long At. You probably saw my mom leaving when you drove up.” Sam reassured Atlas, giving him a fist bump in greeting, and waving to the excitable Hailey. “I’m just glad you made - that I made it too.” He leaned in close, lowering his voice ever so slightly. “I was worried my mom wouldn’t leave at all there for a minute.”

Seeing Cameron and Hailey off Sam was about to explain his plans for setting up the campsite when a fancy car pulled up, its wide tires crunching the gravel underneath with its graceful display of engineering. “Vera’s here.” He laughed, giving yet another wave. “I’m kinda surprised she came at all y’know. She didn’t exactly sound thrilled at first, but she came around. Oh, and she brought Gia. Hey Gia, hey Vera!”

His cheerful voice was soon drowned out by the roar of another car engine as his fourth friend rolled in, pulling a maneuver with his vehicle that Sam was pretty sure would’ve gotten him grounded for life. Especially considering he only had a learners permit and if he drove, it was with his parents, in their car. Sam supposed that was just the kind of guy Duncan was. The tall, energetic teen seemed a born rebel, willing to defy the general rules of higher society that Sam had been so elegantly groomed for. He even smoked; and it was a wonder that Sam was allowed to hang out with him, and even more so that Duncan would be willing to spend time with the likes of him.

“Hi Dunk,” he chuckled, turning a bit scarlet at his friends comments about his mother. Sam couldn’t help it, he’d been horribly embarrassed by his overprotective mother so many times he wouldn’t be surprised if there wasn’t some truth to The Dunk’s conspiracies. He was glad they were just harmless quips and not actual teasing. He endured enough of that at school. Jake the chocolate lab ran up at this point, making sure to sniff everyone’s shoes as the final member to their group finally arrived, astride his motorcycle. The steel horse rumbled like a feral beast being unleashed as it glided to a stop beside Duncan’s ride.

Sam thought he might turn green with envy. He never failed to get that green-eyed sense of I gotta have it every time he watched Robert riding his motorcycle, as any young adventurous boy would feel. Of all the things his mom would never let him even touch, a motorcycle was right at the top of that list right behind drugs and her morning coffee. Feeling a little rebellious suddenly Sam made a mental note to see if Robert would let him take it for a quick spin later, just around the campsite.

“How’s it going Rob.” He said greeting his final friend.

“Looks like everyone made it alive.” He joked once Vincent and the luxury car vanished into the forest leaving them perfectly alone. “I was just telling Atlas, I started collecting stone for a fire pit. If you guys help out we can get the two tents up, and finish the pit and we can go-“ He was cut off by the sound of two gunshots being fired in quick succession. The concussive blasts were a good distance away, to the trained ear they sounded at least three or even four miles off. But the forests were strange, and sound could be carried far and wide even through the thickest patches of trees. The strangest part was how fast they’d been set off, one after the other almost so it sounded like one, but was distinctly two. Not like a hunter’s careful trigger pulls at all. “Uh, anyway.” Sammy continued shaking off the strange feeling in his heart, as if his blood had suddenly frozen and became sluggish. He didn’t understand it, he heard bullets and gun shots quite often, so why would his body react in such a way? Deciding he was being silly Samuel refrained from mentioning his feelings to his friends, instead regaining his train of thought. “Once we- Um – Once we set up both tents and build the fire pit we can go down to the docks and start fishing, just as the trout start jumping for their evening meal, if um, if you guys want to?”