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Let's be real here, Hulk Hogan is weak, it's all about the Macho Madness. The cream always rises to the top.
Too OP man- if I did that ghosts would have no chance...
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Too OP man- if I did that ghosts would have no chance...
@T Risket okay I edited 20 years under the private training of Hulk Hogan into Kat's backstory learning to do a perfect suplex- she is now ready to take Lancer down... Brother!
Haha in all seriousness really loving all your posts and excited to see where this goes!
Haha in all seriousness really loving all your posts and excited to see where this goes!
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I think I'm going to totally double down on Eddie's 'nice guy' quality because I feel like it would endlessly annoy Lancer if Eddie was infallibly nice to him.
@Bourgeoisie Guess Kat will have to learn to suplex instead then
@Ojo chan 42 oh my gosh talking to flaming gorillas is so last year :P
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Leval frowned at Pozuzy's words, internally doubting that the sin demon was much better than himself. He had not seen anything from Pozuzy's display that he himself could not have done. And yet as Arken Rose and begin to rise and list off their supposed weaknesses, he was singled out for his casting speed not being as fast as Pozuzy. Leval was taken aback, mouth left slightly ajar. His casting speed had never once been an issue for him, and whenever he had needed an extra moment to cast he had always used his cloak to great effect. Leval could not help but feel inferior again at that moment. The one aspect of his life he was supposed to be good at and he was already being overshadowed.
The majority of the group that was supposed to be fighting gathered around them with the exception of Sekhemi, Dante, and Kong who appeared as though they were about to fight the teachers independently. Leval payed little attention to the rest of the group gathered around him. Kong and Sekhemi attacked Fianciona and Arken respectively, and were slaughtered. Not in an uneven victor match kind of way either. They were each brutally murdered several times each, brought back to life only to be beaten down once more. It was absolutely horrific and Leval stared at the so called teachers in open disgust and dismay. The staff had trivialized life and death itself. Leval almost quit right then and there, but Shela was still missing.
He gritted his teeth and looked back to the group. "They have us at a disadvantage beyond out power level disparity. They know what types of powers we have and we do not know the full extent of their own abilities." Kong and Sekhemi both risked all they had to give us more information on that so be grateful to them. Pozuzy, it seems that the book Fianciona has is an integral part of her abilities. Any chance you can mess with it? Your illusions are ...better and faster. I am going to need you as our offensive and defensive illusionist confuse the enemy. I will work on support and defense as well." He looked around at the crowd of other students and tapped his staff on the floor sending a thread of magic to each of them and letting it remain.
All of the students would now be able to hear Leval's words as he thought them and have overlays of his illusions over his vision. He also dampened their senses of pain as there was no sense in causing unneeded suffering. With this power active his illusions would happen at the speed of thought as Arken had said and Pozuzy had advised. He would be able to better coordinate team attacks, warn of incoming attacks, and relay new information to the team. Leval had essentially set himself up as an enemy monitoring system. This would allow them to better dodge or counter attacks they normally would not be able to. To the demon users he played the setting he had done to help Rika regain control hoping that it would be enough to help them retain their identities.
Kat pulled her car into a parking space right in front of the the mansion she had been instructed to go to. It had been a fairly brief drive from Salem, her iPad had plugged into the car's audio system easily enough and she had been catching up on her latest series of audiobooks. The narrator's calm, soothing voice had helped to put her at her ease as she prepares to enter what could be the final part of some elaborate scam or the beginning of a whole new chapter in her life. However, given how much effort had been put into getting the job with its numerous interviews, examinations, and everything else, it was hard to not have at least some belief that it was real. She glanced at the clock and saw that she was about five minutes late to the scheduled meeting time. She turned off the engine and exited the vehicle, taking her laptop bag as she did.
As today was the start of a new job and possibly even career, she had taken some time to put together an outfit together so as to appear professional. She wore a maroon blouse underneath a black business jacket and black slacks, plain one inch black heels, and a small amount of makeup to enhance the overall look of the outfit. She felt rather uncomfortable in the get up and wished she could have put on some of her more comfortable clothing, but first impressions were some of the most important ones. She entered into the mansion ground at a brisk pace and noticed the sign on the door about being out to lunch as well as the three men that also appeared to be waiting. It appeared as though she wasn't as late as she had assumed.
All three of the men stood taller than her 5"7 and they appeared to be a rather strange mixture. The first man that caught her eye was a 40 something year old man wearing what she considered to be rather stylish clothing who was handsome in an older man sort of way, his hair starting to grey seemed only to add silver streaks to his hair and beard. The second man seemed to be of an age close to the first, face weathered and seemed to have suspicious eyes that patted her down as though searching for a weapon. Given his clothing, pistol, and overall demeanor, Kat placed him down in her mind as a former soldier of some sort. His gun did have the effect of making her rather nervous. The last man to be waiting for whatever may be coming seemed rather young comparatively, near her own age in fact, but very gaunt and frail looking. His beige overcoat made him seem like a detective of some sort.
Feeling still somewhat nervous to be alone with three strange men, one armed, by a mansion that appeared to not have been occupied for sometime, it took Kat a moment to build up her courage to introduce herself. "Hello everyone. My name is Kat Shepard, how do you do?" Her British accent helped conceal her nervousness through her carefully trained politeness. The ex soldier greeted her and shook her hand in a raspy voice. She shook his hand rather gently still concerned over the gun he openly displayed. She had difficulty with the American concepts about firearms in the first place. The older man greeted her in a much warmer voice, and she returned his greeting with a small smile. She could see now that he was also armed. She began to think that maybe she had missed a certain section of the job advertisement. The last man outright ignored her, which was fine with her at the moment. She was having some trouble not looking at his arm in any case. With introductions over, there was nothing else to do but wait. She pulled out her iPad and reviewed the blog articles she had collected on different aspects of the supernatural.
After about an hour of waiting, a car pulled into the mansions lot. She looked up at the black sedan, and saw with a shock that the ex soldier had pulled out his gun. Her body froze beneath her as she feared the worst until Eddie interceded. She breathed out a sigh of relief as the driver opened the rear door and let out an older man who introduced himself as Orion Blackfield, there apparent boss. Looking over his rather unique outfit, Kat felt again longing for her usual clothes and some confusion. Orion handed her the dossier for their "test-run" and Kat glanced it over with one eyebrow raised. She glanced at the others. None of them seemed to have any questions, but she had plenty.
"Um yes hello Mr. Blackfield, Wilfred, I have some questions actually." She waited for his attention before continuing. "If the ghost does have some unfinished business that seems rather easy to attend to. But what do we do if the ghost is after revenge? As you say it is already dead, and I cannot imagine every ghosts desire for revenge is justified. Is there some way to ward off these spirits? As for these other ghosts, will they disperse on their own after we attend to Mrs Smith's relatives?"
As today was the start of a new job and possibly even career, she had taken some time to put together an outfit together so as to appear professional. She wore a maroon blouse underneath a black business jacket and black slacks, plain one inch black heels, and a small amount of makeup to enhance the overall look of the outfit. She felt rather uncomfortable in the get up and wished she could have put on some of her more comfortable clothing, but first impressions were some of the most important ones. She entered into the mansion ground at a brisk pace and noticed the sign on the door about being out to lunch as well as the three men that also appeared to be waiting. It appeared as though she wasn't as late as she had assumed.
All three of the men stood taller than her 5"7 and they appeared to be a rather strange mixture. The first man that caught her eye was a 40 something year old man wearing what she considered to be rather stylish clothing who was handsome in an older man sort of way, his hair starting to grey seemed only to add silver streaks to his hair and beard. The second man seemed to be of an age close to the first, face weathered and seemed to have suspicious eyes that patted her down as though searching for a weapon. Given his clothing, pistol, and overall demeanor, Kat placed him down in her mind as a former soldier of some sort. His gun did have the effect of making her rather nervous. The last man to be waiting for whatever may be coming seemed rather young comparatively, near her own age in fact, but very gaunt and frail looking. His beige overcoat made him seem like a detective of some sort.
Feeling still somewhat nervous to be alone with three strange men, one armed, by a mansion that appeared to not have been occupied for sometime, it took Kat a moment to build up her courage to introduce herself. "Hello everyone. My name is Kat Shepard, how do you do?" Her British accent helped conceal her nervousness through her carefully trained politeness. The ex soldier greeted her and shook her hand in a raspy voice. She shook his hand rather gently still concerned over the gun he openly displayed. She had difficulty with the American concepts about firearms in the first place. The older man greeted her in a much warmer voice, and she returned his greeting with a small smile. She could see now that he was also armed. She began to think that maybe she had missed a certain section of the job advertisement. The last man outright ignored her, which was fine with her at the moment. She was having some trouble not looking at his arm in any case. With introductions over, there was nothing else to do but wait. She pulled out her iPad and reviewed the blog articles she had collected on different aspects of the supernatural.
After about an hour of waiting, a car pulled into the mansions lot. She looked up at the black sedan, and saw with a shock that the ex soldier had pulled out his gun. Her body froze beneath her as she feared the worst until Eddie interceded. She breathed out a sigh of relief as the driver opened the rear door and let out an older man who introduced himself as Orion Blackfield, there apparent boss. Looking over his rather unique outfit, Kat felt again longing for her usual clothes and some confusion. Orion handed her the dossier for their "test-run" and Kat glanced it over with one eyebrow raised. She glanced at the others. None of them seemed to have any questions, but she had plenty.
"Um yes hello Mr. Blackfield, Wilfred, I have some questions actually." She waited for his attention before continuing. "If the ghost does have some unfinished business that seems rather easy to attend to. But what do we do if the ghost is after revenge? As you say it is already dead, and I cannot imagine every ghosts desire for revenge is justified. Is there some way to ward off these spirits? As for these other ghosts, will they disperse on their own after we attend to Mrs Smith's relatives?"
@AimeChambers After I talk to Maddy- should I transition the scene to lunch?
@The One
Alia took off her outer jacket made of leather and carefully handled the boiled water, using it to make sure that the needle would be clean. With the tears in the wings so clean, apparently made by razor sharp claws. it would not be a difficult task to sew the wounds shut. She got to work as the dragon began to speak to ensure that no time was wasted. She stuck the needle in and stitched at the wound as quickly as she could. Her mother had never had the delicacy to teach her to sew but she had learned through Shema the art, though she found it mostly useful for small wounds or sewing patches onto her own clothing. She listened as Drayco spoke nodding as he spoke, finding nothing in particular there that she could argue against.
"Well then let's make sure she just doesn't find out about me then." She tied a know off as she finished her work in the first large tears in Drayco's wings. She was about to open her mouth to speak more when they both heard a roar off in the distance. Alia froze, breath interrupted as the cold sense of dread settled into her stomach. "How long do we have before they arrive?" She let out her question in a near whisper, hands trembling slightly now as she resumed stitching the wounds shut.
Alia took off her outer jacket made of leather and carefully handled the boiled water, using it to make sure that the needle would be clean. With the tears in the wings so clean, apparently made by razor sharp claws. it would not be a difficult task to sew the wounds shut. She got to work as the dragon began to speak to ensure that no time was wasted. She stuck the needle in and stitched at the wound as quickly as she could. Her mother had never had the delicacy to teach her to sew but she had learned through Shema the art, though she found it mostly useful for small wounds or sewing patches onto her own clothing. She listened as Drayco spoke nodding as he spoke, finding nothing in particular there that she could argue against.
"Well then let's make sure she just doesn't find out about me then." She tied a know off as she finished her work in the first large tears in Drayco's wings. She was about to open her mouth to speak more when they both heard a roar off in the distance. Alia froze, breath interrupted as the cold sense of dread settled into her stomach. "How long do we have before they arrive?" She let out her question in a near whisper, hands trembling slightly now as she resumed stitching the wounds shut.
@LeonVon Edited and moved to character tab! Excited to look over first post and get started.
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