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Ink and Blood (Empty Armor vs. Doc Doctor)

The vulture's scream pierced the darkness by the rafters-- Tanya had landed right next to it! It's shrill cry shocked her for a brief moment, but heart pounding, she flicked her blades at it as its menacing caw scraped her eardrums. She could waste no time in pressing more than a cursory attack, but perhaps it would be enough to punish the beast for being caught even more flat footed than she had. She had a feeling that the real danger was lying in wait below, but that didn't mean she didn't have time to send a shotgun like spray of magic at a sitting duck vulture.

"What... the fuuck?" She intoned.

Tanya darted across the rafters as fast as she could, one shadow anonymous among many. The rush of movement made her forget the cold, though the inky blades she flung in every direction were a painful reminder for whoever it was had the same idea to loot the museum. The darkness surrounding her made it difficult to track her quarry, but it seemed that she didn't need to track much. A demonic roar echoed through the hall, it's vibrations probably enough to stir even the museum's famous ghosts. A familiar itch at her forearms screamed danger, and her thoughts raced to handle the threat of the animalistic figure gathering it's power in the gallery below.

She slid to a stop as she got to a corner of the room, moonlight layered with dust, dust outlining the magic traced around her body. She pressed her hand to her chest again, ignoring attacks from the bird for the moment. Instead she gathered her magic once more, coating herself with another cloak of the Feather of Innocence, weaving them once again with the Binding Contract. It was taxing spellwork, but it the more she put into it, the more it would give her. As things stood, she wore two layers of her feathers, the tracings of them floating around her in what appeared to be a small cloud. The outer layer was interspersed with changing, mutating, symbols-- time and energy spent to paralyze the foe beneath her. He didn't seem to know where she was waiting yet, and the element of surprise was a decisive advantage. At the first sign of his movement, she planned to leap from the catwalk and sling her razor sharp feathers down in a paralyzing rain, creating a widespread lane of mezzing Binding Contracts if he decided to charge. If he went for a direct attack at range, she was confident that two layers of protective magic and fast moves would deflect the worst of the blows. All in all, Tanya was terrified, but Tanya was ready. She balanced on the balls of her feet, and got ready to leap.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

@Darkspleen

Hey mate, the commandante's name is actually Richard. The old man is Bernard XD

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

@Aristo

Haha yeah, figured it'd be a good way to cover for being a bit slow to post. Don't be too hard on the elderly now : p

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

"I give my liiife, not for honor, but foor yoooou~"

An old war song played in the darkness of the cockpit, rattling the controls ever so slightly with it's tinny music. No, it was too quiet, what was really shaking things up were probably the rumbling snores from the man encased within the machine, probably loud enough to be heard from even the hangar outside. The clocks on board struck 0600 hours, and Bernard's eyes flicked open. The sleeping bear rose with a grumble and began flicking switches, mindlessly-- no, a rumbling had started within the belly of the Handou FRAME, it seemed to be waking up too. It coughed to life as he did, not an old machine, but in many ways part of its pilot. It was more like... muscle memory...

The old man woke up.

He blinked once, twice. Ah, it seemed that he'd fallen asleep in the cockpit again. So cold these days. He pulled on the release lever, and the lid of the cockpit rose slowly.

"Someday you go through the rain,
And someday you feed on a tree frog,
It's ordeal, the trial to survive
For the day we see new light~"

Bernard sighed as he lit up for the first time the morning, his controls no longer demonstrating that little bit of shake. New recruits were filing in, seemed like a good lot. The day was starting, and it was a bad habit of his to wonder how many of them would come back at the end of the day. He still hoped it would be everybody. He snorted, watching the plumes of smoke trail upward towards the flourescents. Another bad habit. It was one worth keeping though.

"Morning everyone", he grumbled at the team.

Exanima- New Players Are Welcome!

i'm still interested

i love the game exanima

@Stekkmen

You're already part of this game :p

Link to the OOC.

@GreivousKhan

Ink and Blood (Empty Armor vs. Doc Doctor)

The air was cold and still as projectiles sped through the air, the silence brief before it was broken, and the battle was truly begun. CLACK. The sound of the unknown enemy's maneuver echoed through the museum hall. It was true that Tanya's attention flicked toward the source of the noise, but as no stranger to violent experiences, she spared no more attention than was necessary to register the danger, and react. Her adrenaline beginning to rise, she barely perceived the crackle of magic at the back of her consciousness, the sensation of the dart snuffing one of the feathers draped around her body. She knew not where her enemy was waiting, and so she was forced to choose a target.

She leapt up and kicked off the wall once in a flip, her shroud of feathers allowing no purchase to further pecks, and began to fly up close to the ceiling of the museum. Even that wretched bird from before would likely have trouble following her movements at this speed, and what was more, she decided it was time to go on the offensive. As she got up closer to the ceiling, she landed lightly on one of the long rafters crossing the sides of the museum gallery. Shadows perched like crows above the stone, keeping her movements hidden as she kept her palm pressed tightly to her chest.

As Tanya ran towards the center of the museum, she flung her feathers outward in every direction, sweeping the darkness of the ceiling with a hail of all but invisible blades. At the same time, a new coat of feathers started growing around her as she moved. She presented few obvious openings for attack-- if this assassin wanted to play shadow games with her, they'd have to take a hell of a lot more chances this.

Ink and Blood (Empty Armor vs. Doc Doctor)

Tanya crept carefully towards the museum, and seeing no immediate threats, made her way towards the front entrance. As she neared the threshold, she heard a scream overhead that chilled her blood. A tremendous shape was diving heavily towards her, and she dived into the museum as it swept into the darkness ahead. She landed in a lithe roll, slid on her feet as she attempted to keep track of this strange assailant. She peered upward, pulling her scarf down and away from her face, searching for the shape that had alerted her to the fact that she wasn't alone. Darkness there, and nothing more. Black feathers followed her trail into the building, illuminated by silvery lights of what could be flame perched in sconces ahead. She pressed her back to the wall to the right of the doorway, and made some feathers of her own. She pressed her hand to her chest and felt a familiar warmth grow and spread, tingling across her arms and back with the crackle of magic. She summoned the Feather of Innocence, lines of ink suspending in the shape of feathers and surrounding her body. Used this way, her Signature Technique could be used as a cushioning shield, able to deflect normal strikes and dampen the impact of stronger blows. She focused again, and protected herself further. The telltale sigils of Binding Contract sprouted in the image of each feather, ensuring that physical strikes to her protective cloak of feathers would have a paralysis effect, and that the sheer quantity of her circles would be difficult to disrupt via magic. Thus prepared, she crouched low, kept her eyes open, and her back to the wall, ready for anything.

Storm of Blood

A war becomes a duel, a feast for crows becomes a single murder. It was all of this, a glorious clash of steel, blood, sweat, bile, willpower that fed Kirian the Witch Knight.

As he pressed forward, he found his probing strike deflected with all needed deftness. This was unsurprising, given that she'd survived this long in the seige with only one eye. That could very well have been a fatal flaw, and Kirian was well prepared to make good on that. The edge of his blade was deflected outside her guard to Kirian's right side, followed by an arcing slash up towards his face. She may have thought his attack repelled, but his gambit was successful.

Instead of fully retreating, he followed the impact of her parry, ducking down and twisting his right side towards her. To her peril, she'd stepped her right foot well within blade's reach, under an eyesocket without depth perception or peripheral vision. Kirian pivoted low, keeping his grip close to his chest, and used the counter-momentum to rap the inside of her right knee with the last four inches of the flat of his blade. With the torsion of his core behind the strike, it would land as the lady knight's counterattack would have grazed Kirian's face, and just as painfully as a kick. In that window of pain, he'd press his advantage.

Before she had time to pull her sword down, Kirian pushed forward and up with his trailing left leg, angling his sword upward into a modified ox stance. The primary difference would be that instead of pointing his blade forward to level with the centerline, he'd pivot it backward between her arms, as a metal lever behind the heels of her palms. At the same time, he was ramming his shoulder into her diaphragm, just underneath her miniature breastplate. As he'd follow through, he'd complete his turn and push back and outward with his sword. A complicated maneuver, he intended to press his blade roughly against the inside of his opponent's wrists, and bear her heavily back to slam against the side of the carriage.

This assault should wind her further, and part her with her sword through pure physical leverage, if she could surpress the instinct to drop it outright. Even if she did have the presence of mind to pull her guard up to avoid the "grapple", it would bring her center of gravity too far back to resist getting slammed against the carriage. At this range, a hunk of metal like her knife had all the wrong balance. Yes it could be more devastating than a normal sword at the sweetspot of its range, but it would likely be difficult to maneuver without the momentum of the body behind it. At that point, Kirian was close and heavy enough to pin her struggling, and end it with his dagger. A murder settles a battle, a duel settles a war. The lady knight's options had been swiftly severed, and soon her neck would be as well.

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@EmptyArmorI put up the last one, so she's all yours.

@Doc Doctor

@EmptyArmor sure, go ahead.

@Takashi

Done and done peeps, looking forward to the fights.

Knight and Dragon: A Clash of Wills (EmptyArmor vs. Takashi)

The knight strides through the dust.

Daniel's boots crunched into the gravel, as if the earth itself was in the mood to fight. He marched in stony composure, unfazed by the raking of the gritty winds. They seemed heavy, as if they carried vibrations of fate-- as the vague, towering shapes of the monoliths slid into view, Daniel's resolve to weather destiny grew solid in his mind.

He stepped some twenty meters into the forest of stone from it's northmost edge, the ground humming with held-back tremors beneath his boots. It was odd, the way the vibrations resolved into steely focus; the area gave off the impression of a graveyard, with a way of whispering to the back of your mind, "Don't stay here. Survive." It was a command that Daniel of Columbia well understood. He withdrew a charge from his pack, primed it, and affixed it to the front of his shield, similarly to the way he had done in his battle with Gonad Yaksplitter. He drew his sword, whipped it to attention, making even the wind part in caution. As he stood among the monoliths, Daniel was filled with determination.

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