Fallenreaper

The Aesteria Chronicles

Phew. Finally posted. Sorry for taking so long, I was just utterly flummoxed about what Kuro could have possibly done. Decided to start showing off his rampant uncontrolled paranoia tactical savvy until he can actually poke his head up without it being caught in crossfire. Fallenreaper: I took a slight liberty with Helen, please tell me if you need me to edit.

@Terminal

No problem, though next time please ask me or use an if/then statement. It works out better in a rp as it allows me to react according to character especially if you can't contact me. Though I think in this case, she might follow him.

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

Next in the Collab, Cel or Wind. || Also working on something in relation with Emmet and including Syn in this.

@Fallenreaper

I'll get a reply up later today or tomorrow ^^

@Celaira

Alrighty. Keep me posted. ;)

The Relics

Roped in a few friends, Ellri.

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

Next in the Collab, Cel or Wind. || Also working on something in relation with Emmet and including Syn in this.

The Aesteria Chronicles

Post made, and hope it's alright. Not much in there about Kuro or Eli, sadly, as Helen's main concern is the kiddies. Please forgive me Terminal and Rtron. XD

The Aesteria Chronicles

Helen didn’t like the man's nonchalant attitude of the scene’s rather thick atmosphere. His words were too calm and ignorant of the anxiety in the scene that it made her hair stand on end, her eyes studying him for a sense of tension which wasn’t there. Unlike his men, he seemed unaware of the many dart like eyes setting in his direction while he continued to talk. Inside her head she was urging for information from Ignis. The spirit had floated to the bar back and crept behind the child likely by now, part of hoping he had the sense enough not to scare them. Then again this was Ignis she was talking about and the heat spirit loved his pranks. Her thoughts were pulled back to the blonde man when he subtle threatened Adonai. Her eyes flickered with anger, the only acknowledgment to his warning causing her to grit her teeth together. The green irises flashed and almost glowed in fury. The doctor was highly pissed that someone would dare to hint ill-harm, no matter how subtle, to her husband. She was about to answer when sudden a high, sharp yelp gave the twins away. Immediately her figure stiffen when the man gave her smile, commenting on finding them, then rose upright. His three men jerked upright alongside him with their already drawn weapons only to be surrounded by over half the patrons’ pulling out theirs. Clearly these strangers weren’t welcomed. Yet the seemed not to bother the man, his foot took a step toward the bar. It took more time then Helen had considered while two of her spirits, Nahor, the steam horse, and Sira were summoned forth. The steam horse spirit gave an ear splitting whinny while the cat darted to the bar. -Bang- Eli, you stupid- The thought died within Helen’s skull when she spotted the boy. Her eyes jerked to see the discharged weapon letting off steam from the muzzle, both twins on the counter, and the boy glaring. Smoke rose from the man's outfit where he was shot while he brushed off the bullet that clearly hit him. His eyes filled with mirth while he hissed his reply, again moving forward. In moments the scene erupted into an more unpleasant one while Alan confronted the man with Seru’s flame magic, causing the man to summon his own spirit, questioning the boy’s bravery. Some sort of ice being stood behind him and just within reach of Helen, making her even more uncomfortable. Nahor snorted and caught her flicker of a plan. Ignis, aid Alan and Seru. Use your best judgement, but make sure Alan and his friend aren’t hurt. Nahor nail the summoner with your hooves, keep him away. Sira flash the bastard, get to the children and do whatever you can to get them to follow you. I’m right behind. After the Inquisitor finished his threat, his mask on, Helen whispered. “Sira, Nahor, Ignis.” Three things happened as the spirits reacted in the order she whispered. Sira skirted toward the bar, his coat illuminated then popped off with a flash at the man and his spirit. Possibly blinding both. His body, followed quickly by Helen skirting around the man just within reach, rushed to the children. Immediately, faster if the man made a grab for Helen, Nahor rushed toward the man’s back. His hooves flared up in a rearing position and came down where the man was currently. More to separate the man from Helen and the children rather than to harm, Nahor snorted in wrath then reared to attack again. When Helen reached the children, her hands wrapped around the black bag where her gun and medical supplies were kept. The Serpentine that been injured was ready being tended to by his buddies, one being decent in patching, as they beat a hasty exit. Following their idea and example, Helen shoved the empty rifle to Eli with a blaming glare as she spoke, grabbing the young girl’s hand. “This way and stick close!” She made sure to avoid the 'bot', who was sitting near Eli and Kuro earlier, while she took the bar's back exit. Already the spirit was getting into the fight, her nerves unsettled farther. She focused on the children's safety and tried to lead them out.

The Aesteria Chronicles

This will come in handy with my next post, as the thugs will now attempt to bribe Helen- because things are obviously going so well for them.

@vietmyke

With that note, she will make her exit to tend her patient. After all, Adonai's well off which means she's not want for money. :p

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Mar

They exited the house in silence. The earlier scene of chaos and hell forgotten, yet the words spoke lingered between like a knife able to cut through the thick mood. It might’ve appeared to the others things were back to normal at first glance. However, that matter was hardly the truth. Things were much different inside due to the conversation of pain and misery that happened, her body patched while her heart was still bleeding. So many questions swimmed in her head that Mar’s only chance to stop the hurt was to focus on something. Her eyes slide down to see her torso. In moments she found herself examining the sloppiness of Althalus heartfelt attempt to patch her up. Her eyes never removed from the haphazard way the small wrap had sat, unraveled from his sleeve and slapped on by the salve. It wouldn’t last, at least in her eyes, for very long. Males… She sighed yet, for some odd reason, couldn’t bring herself to undo his hard work. It felt wrong to attempt or consider it. She puzzled over it for a few seconds longer even after they exited the house, her demeanor seemingly returned to normal. Or at least less closed off. It wasn’t long before her attention was drawn to seeing a blur of someone dashing out of the forest, her eyes jerked up and watched the figure suddenly slam into Grey sending him to the ground. As she drew closer, she noted his robes were burnt and tattered, his exposed flesh had been bloodied, charred and chewed giving him a look of a victim. Her mind knew their targets was within the forest which made her question why this man had survived. She wasn’t given a moment to wonder long when the Yarsomere, his look of disgust and hate plastered on his face, snarled his demands. Her emotions already worn by Althalus earlier, Mar reared to her nine foot tall height and gave a long, uncharacteristic hiss. She revealed her fangs as her tail coiled about her torso, ready to defend herself. About to speak and answer to the man’s insult, her words were interrupted when Althalus leveled his weapon at the man’s position. His questions didn’t echo hers, her ability to sense heat could’ve easily located them if they were in open ground, it would do. Forcing herself to relax, she lowered herself down back to her original position. Through her eyes glared just as ferociously at the man.

Lyn

Lyn was shaking, though slightly less than before, with her arms tightly wrapped about Mei to keep her mind off scene erupting around her. She felt Mei quickly moving, her steps bounced the small child within her grasp while she made her way back to the wagon. It wasn’t far despite Lyn’s fear as she hadn’t much time to run and her distance cut short by the haste in being scooped up. It was a good thing after all. She felt her current guardian's pace slightly change causing her to try to lift her head, only to feel Mei hold her hand against her skull. The child didn’t fight it. Instead she just stayed down and listened to Mei’s breathing to calm farther down. Unaware of the bloodied corpse and the damaged her toy had created, she noted Mei had paused shortly. She felt gravity shift when Mei pause long enough to pick the stuff animal up, its body limp and harmless even when she tried to wipe most the gore from its fur. It was a hasty job but enough to turn the red fur back to a shade of brown, allowing Lyn to hold it close. In moments the girl was settled into the wagon with the warmth of Mei’s kiss and words promising to be back. Lyn whimpered softly, watching the woman leave with fearful eyes, as her arms clinging to her bear and her body lowered to curl up into a ball. All she could do was wait.

Rathel

Rathel’s tendrils took in the pheromones radiating off the Elf as a cue to calm things down. She was clearly upset and that would only create more pain, his long fingers slowly reaching for her out held arm. He nodded. However before he began, he closed his eyes. From under the stones plants, namely camomile, spearmint and lavender started to spring forward and reach high. They sprouted green leaves and flowers while slowly filling the air with their scent. After several seconds the air was thickly perfumed in a rich, calming aroma that-unless countered- would’ve sent any breathing creature into a less excited state. “I’m sorry this has turned into such a mess, these vines weren’t suppose to attack you unless your were trespassing. They were a defense meant to kill my kind, namely after last summer. I’m called Rathel and I’m sadden to have met under such terrible conditions.” Rathel commented then started. Letting his magic flow and reach into the skin, the withering under her surface quickly stilled and started to gather. Fire was likely the best sensation to describe the pain. Namely as the flaring nerves felt themselves rubbed against and pressured as the vines slithered to meet in the center of her forearm where Rathel was touching. Luckily they hadn’t much time to spread too far. His nail reached to his own arm and started to slice into the joint where his wrist connected, revealing a weak point for a blade. Blackish green blood oozed. Instantly Myrn felt the pain increased tenfold while the vines seemed to give a hiss. They jerked through the open wound, prying open the skin, then borrowing into his wrist with greed. More of his blood spilt, causing to flinch and resist the urge to give any signs of pain. It hard to hide the fact he was hurt when the plants entered. “There,”he spoke then started to place a seed to the wound. Immediately the vines started to sprout and grow, thickening to create a green, flexible bandage allowing him to stop the bleeding for now. Sure it would’ve held, he gently released the Elf . Then he paused as if realizing something, his head and body motionless while the plants he had used to calm Myrn returned back under the stone. The scene looked the same before it ever happened. Finally seeming to have absorbed his information given by the vines, Rathel ensured to be ready to keep Myrn upright if she felt dizzy or weak. After all, the procedure had taken a lot of blood and been crippling almost for Khan when it happened. “Now, Uicle would you be so kind to take our guest to the infirmary? Best to get that bandaged properly and any damage mended, something one of Lidda’s advance students should be capable of and Sam himself. He’ll also have some painkillers to ease the hurt.” He was about to leave when he stopped, adding one last thing in a quieter tone between the two. If she was observant enough she might’ve spotted the trickle of his blood dribbling from his tendriled mouth. “Some of the worse things have been done with such intentions, those plants are one of them. One of Khan’s desperate ideas to protect. However, please, don’t judge him too harshly. He blames himself for you being injured, rightly so, but also...he takes blame for many things that he shouldn’t. His heart is and will always be his greatest weakness.” It was then, when Tyrael backed off, Khan suddenly fell to his knee unable to fight gravity any longer. His rush to Myrn's aid had taken far more energy than any of them had originally thought.

The Aesteria Chronicles

@ Myke, after your post, I'll have Helen get up and make her way to the Serpentine shortly. Both to sear his wound close then bandage it and check on the twins. Originally Sira was called out to prevent any injury (in essence blinding them both) but since Rtron already posted it and I decided it wasn't that big, I told him not to change it. Her bag will likely be behind the counter so can I have the bartender give it to her?

@Fallenreaper

Kuro /was/ wondering about that. :P

@Terminal

I had to get caught up on the scene and naturally Myke had to approach Helen shortly afterwards so...can't really ignore the GM post. :P Besides, the guy pulled a blade on him and as far as she's concerned, he can bleed a little to remember Never, repeat, NEVER give Eli any notice. Also, Eli's not off her shit list. She's going to be patching him up later without any painkillers unlike the Serpentine.

The Aesteria Chronicles

@ Myke, after your post, I'll have Helen get up and make her way to the Serpentine shortly. Both to sear his wound close then bandage it and check on the twins. Originally Sira was called out to prevent any injury (in essence blinding them both) but since Rtron already posted it and I decided it wasn't that big, I told him not to change it. Her bag will likely be behind the counter so can I have the bartender give it to her?