Posted, Nanto is currently heading towards the Chaos.
To be honest it was weird Typing Nanto, but rest assure, the mushy moments are over, he going to be 'Mr. Hardass' now!
Let the Hype train take off!
Why not have him arrive at said chaos? o.o
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Why not have him arrive at said chaos? o.o
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Beyond the Fog {An Exploration Steampunk RP with a bit Fantasy}
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Annaveya Kushrina - The Western Cross
"You'll get to them soon enough. After all, I can't have you going into the Fog without them. For now." The Western Cross sternly stated towards that of the Pirate Captain who was along for the tumultuous ride. The two Corsairs circled around the massive Kushrina Capitol ship once before she finished a second conversation while wisps of air trailed off her wingtips.
"Sadly, it's rather dismally simple, Lennard." Came her garbling voice over the military frequency straight to that of the independent ship captain. "I have a soon-to-be-former intelligence officer who is about to be fired because of incompetence. Your ship isn't flying the flag of a company or country, so it warranted investigation; yet, it wouldn't even have happened if he had checked our registry."
"Apologies for the disturbance, hence why I was offering a free escort for your ship as far along to our next destination as you'd choose. Landing now, see you soon if you choose to follow us in the next five kilometers." Queing the mic back onto the frequency that was her control tower, the Airship Captain had but one simple phrase.
"This is Hrist Zero-One, Zero-Seven and I are coming in for a landing. Prep the hooks, please."
"Copy that Zero-One, landing crews are prepping now. Land in fifteen seconds." Came the response from the Air Traffic Controller, and Anna's wings dipped in unison with her fellow wingman while far below, men in color-coded shirts sprinted across the deck to run a long, thick, and rather incredibly resilient wire across it.
In a feat of precision, both Corsairs lowered their landing gear from within the wings and tail of the smoothly contoured bottom, and came down upon the deck at the exact same time. Still moving quickly, they both came to a jarring halt upon the flight deck as naturally, the first procedure was the killing of their engines.
"Good catch Tower, compliments to the Wire Crews."
"Understood Ma'am. We'll let em' know."
Lowering her flight goggles to her neck and unhinging the canopy as ground maintenance crews starting sprinting towards the craft to tow it off the Flight Deck, Annaveya watched on as a duo of armed guards still helped heft Edoric out of the plane, and bind his wrists together a second time. She wasn't a fool, even on a ship as secure as the Dawn, she wasn't going to take any chances.
More importantly, as she glanced over towards the slower Archadian ship that had just landed, there was business to attend to.
Walking across the flight deck as the polished silvery metals of The Dawn's Guard seemed to glisten in the midday sun, Annaveya alighted a charming yet cunning grin as she drew closer to the Valkyrie.
"Welcome to The Dawn's Guard, Archadians!" She shouted loudly over the rushing wind, and more importantly, the two four-ship flights of Corsairs that sliced through the air with a roar over their heads while the sun liquidly ran across them as they rushed past overhead. Earnestly, she took the Valkyrie Leader's hands in hers and gently shook them, acting with her family's tradition as always by leaning forward to lightly plant a peck upon each cheek in greeting.
"I am Captain Annaveya Kushrina, The Western Cross...plus one guest." She denoted at the end, casting a wary glance to the obvious pirate while tossing her leather Aviator's jacket over her shoulder to hold it leisurely with one hand. "Let's talk inside, shall we?"
Motioning for the Valkyrie, her Guard, and her Soldiers that were holding Edoric, the Merchant Captain strode towards the nearest steely door. Pulling it open and striding inside, she proceeded to walk past dozens of varying workstations, laboratories, and cargo holds. Each time she walked through, it was obvious that the Captain had earned the respect of her crewmen. No matter if she insisted, they would stand aptly at attention until her departure from each respective room.
This persisted until she strode into her own office. Where Genie, her massive Direwolf lay in wait beside her desk.
"Please, do take a seat, get comfortable."
Before the desk sat a trio of luxuriously cushioned seats made of fine leathers and silk, while Annaveya herself sat behind an exquisite looking desk made of wonderfully crafted and polished oak. Surrounding them was an ambience of intellectualism, as three out of the four walls were decorated by classic, priceless art that was surrounded by various, almost innumerable books.
Not long after they sat, a caterer bearing a cart full of freshly cut exotic fruits also came in, giving each guest, to include Edoric a plate of the finer tastes. Plucking up her captain's cap and tilting it ever slightly to the ride side while she leaned back into her tall, leather chair; Annaveya certainly embodied the stereotypical stance that all Kushrina seemed to posses.
Intellect, ruthlessness, and cunning.
"Welcome once again, Valkyrie and Company. But what can the Kushrina Mercantile Company do for you today?"
"You'll get to them soon enough. After all, I can't have you going into the Fog without them. For now." The Western Cross sternly stated towards that of the Pirate Captain who was along for the tumultuous ride. The two Corsairs circled around the massive Kushrina Capitol ship once before she finished a second conversation while wisps of air trailed off her wingtips.
"Sadly, it's rather dismally simple, Lennard." Came her garbling voice over the military frequency straight to that of the independent ship captain. "I have a soon-to-be-former intelligence officer who is about to be fired because of incompetence. Your ship isn't flying the flag of a company or country, so it warranted investigation; yet, it wouldn't even have happened if he had checked our registry."
"Apologies for the disturbance, hence why I was offering a free escort for your ship as far along to our next destination as you'd choose. Landing now, see you soon if you choose to follow us in the next five kilometers." Queing the mic back onto the frequency that was her control tower, the Airship Captain had but one simple phrase.
"This is Hrist Zero-One, Zero-Seven and I are coming in for a landing. Prep the hooks, please."
"Copy that Zero-One, landing crews are prepping now. Land in fifteen seconds." Came the response from the Air Traffic Controller, and Anna's wings dipped in unison with her fellow wingman while far below, men in color-coded shirts sprinted across the deck to run a long, thick, and rather incredibly resilient wire across it.
In a feat of precision, both Corsairs lowered their landing gear from within the wings and tail of the smoothly contoured bottom, and came down upon the deck at the exact same time. Still moving quickly, they both came to a jarring halt upon the flight deck as naturally, the first procedure was the killing of their engines.
"Good catch Tower, compliments to the Wire Crews."
"Understood Ma'am. We'll let em' know."
Lowering her flight goggles to her neck and unhinging the canopy as ground maintenance crews starting sprinting towards the craft to tow it off the Flight Deck, Annaveya watched on as a duo of armed guards still helped heft Edoric out of the plane, and bind his wrists together a second time. She wasn't a fool, even on a ship as secure as the Dawn, she wasn't going to take any chances.
More importantly, as she glanced over towards the slower Archadian ship that had just landed, there was business to attend to.
Walking across the flight deck as the polished silvery metals of The Dawn's Guard seemed to glisten in the midday sun, Annaveya alighted a charming yet cunning grin as she drew closer to the Valkyrie.
"Welcome to The Dawn's Guard, Archadians!" She shouted loudly over the rushing wind, and more importantly, the two four-ship flights of Corsairs that sliced through the air with a roar over their heads while the sun liquidly ran across them as they rushed past overhead. Earnestly, she took the Valkyrie Leader's hands in hers and gently shook them, acting with her family's tradition as always by leaning forward to lightly plant a peck upon each cheek in greeting.
"I am Captain Annaveya Kushrina, The Western Cross...plus one guest." She denoted at the end, casting a wary glance to the obvious pirate while tossing her leather Aviator's jacket over her shoulder to hold it leisurely with one hand. "Let's talk inside, shall we?"
Motioning for the Valkyrie, her Guard, and her Soldiers that were holding Edoric, the Merchant Captain strode towards the nearest steely door. Pulling it open and striding inside, she proceeded to walk past dozens of varying workstations, laboratories, and cargo holds. Each time she walked through, it was obvious that the Captain had earned the respect of her crewmen. No matter if she insisted, they would stand aptly at attention until her departure from each respective room.
This persisted until she strode into her own office. Where Genie, her massive Direwolf lay in wait beside her desk.
"Please, do take a seat, get comfortable."
Before the desk sat a trio of luxuriously cushioned seats made of fine leathers and silk, while Annaveya herself sat behind an exquisite looking desk made of wonderfully crafted and polished oak. Surrounding them was an ambience of intellectualism, as three out of the four walls were decorated by classic, priceless art that was surrounded by various, almost innumerable books.
Not long after they sat, a caterer bearing a cart full of freshly cut exotic fruits also came in, giving each guest, to include Edoric a plate of the finer tastes. Plucking up her captain's cap and tilting it ever slightly to the ride side while she leaned back into her tall, leather chair; Annaveya certainly embodied the stereotypical stance that all Kushrina seemed to posses.
Intellect, ruthlessness, and cunning.
"Welcome once again, Valkyrie and Company. But what can the Kushrina Mercantile Company do for you today?"
I guess I won't post then?
No no. By all means, go on and post.~
Notumuchu, waiting for Salty to post.
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I am curious, but right now I have to locate two young girls. I'll post soon:)
Jajaja.
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Maybe, I'll pitch it to you once I have a better grasp of it.
I saw, I'm curious now~
Please do so! Feel free to pitch me a PM! I'm more than happy to collaborate plans.~
Curious curious, ne?
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Hmmmm...*hatches and idea for later in the story*
<.<
Involving Jeanne? Need to coordinate with me?
Also. I posted.~
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Time is rolling back is more like it.
I'm surprise Jeanne isn't coming to make a debut here
No. Someone else is. Jeanne is too busy at Lamia Scale and training.
The Nameless One
Invisible to the naked eye, the Nameless One sat upon the corner of a nearby building as she watched the conflict rise and rapidly come to a fall in the world below. Concise eyes of obsidian watched a peculiarly strong magi take on a scattering of a few others. From a first glance as she watched the magic course through each of their veins, it was easy to identify them.
The man with a rage-induced sensitivity was a Demonic, something she knew all to well. The Two girls held a chilling, bitterly cold sense about them, denoting them as Frost Magi. Two together in the midst of a scenario such as this? Perhaps they were related, perhaps not, Ice Magic wasn't something of the rarer or more unique sorts. Perhaps she might find out soon enough, perhaps not.
Why one had stripped of all her clothes was also a complete mystery, and rather nonsensical to boot; especially in the chilling weather.
Yet the peculiarly strong one departed, which was even more peculiar. By a fair extent he outclassed each person there, he had nothing to fear. Why did he leave? The Nameless One doubted that the Police honestly had mustered enough force to even make him suffer a droplet of sweat, yet he had left. Obsidian eyes hidden behind a mask of ivory glanced back to the group of Magi.
Had he sensed something she could not? It as a scant chance of possibility, no one else in the world possessed a sight like hers. Neither one seemed absolutely remarkable at first glance, but why he had fled had earned them her mild inquisitive curiosity.
With the flick of an invisible wrist, one of her throwing knives glistened as it rocketed skyward in a tall arc before its trajectory turned. Plummeting towards the earth, it landed with remarkable precision between the feet of the little company of Magi and the Police. What was more important, and much more frightening was the object that was tied to it via a string.
It looked as if it were made out of clay, a small, gray sphere of solid looking texture. As the Police reviled away from it as a group, it burst outward in a thick, obscuring cloud of grey smoke. Between them and the group of Magi stood an opaque cloud of grey that darkened to black as The Nameless One landed behind the group of magi. Intentionally causing noise upon impact for once as to announce her presence.
Now visible, the odd looking, shorter figure that stood before them was rather haunting in the least. Draped in all black with layered armor about one arm and one the other arm completely layered in blackened steel with a wicked blade extending from the elbow, she was at least a threatening sight to behold.
What was most eerie was the shade of ivory that was her mask that lay beneath the edge her hood. Yet her gender for now would remain a mystery, as she forced herself to speak in a deeper voice.
"Follow me. Quickly and quietly."
Turning swiftly about, she nimbly bolted away the moment her toes dug into the ground. Moving at a speed which she believed they could easily keep pace with for several winding blocks, The Nameless One suddenly changed direction to impressively sprint up the vertical height of a three story building, her fingertips then grasped the edge and she vaulted to land atop the roof with perfect silence.
There, as she stepped back and away, the Masked One waited for the others to catch up.
Invisible to the naked eye, the Nameless One sat upon the corner of a nearby building as she watched the conflict rise and rapidly come to a fall in the world below. Concise eyes of obsidian watched a peculiarly strong magi take on a scattering of a few others. From a first glance as she watched the magic course through each of their veins, it was easy to identify them.
The man with a rage-induced sensitivity was a Demonic, something she knew all to well. The Two girls held a chilling, bitterly cold sense about them, denoting them as Frost Magi. Two together in the midst of a scenario such as this? Perhaps they were related, perhaps not, Ice Magic wasn't something of the rarer or more unique sorts. Perhaps she might find out soon enough, perhaps not.
Why one had stripped of all her clothes was also a complete mystery, and rather nonsensical to boot; especially in the chilling weather.
Yet the peculiarly strong one departed, which was even more peculiar. By a fair extent he outclassed each person there, he had nothing to fear. Why did he leave? The Nameless One doubted that the Police honestly had mustered enough force to even make him suffer a droplet of sweat, yet he had left. Obsidian eyes hidden behind a mask of ivory glanced back to the group of Magi.
Had he sensed something she could not? It as a scant chance of possibility, no one else in the world possessed a sight like hers. Neither one seemed absolutely remarkable at first glance, but why he had fled had earned them her mild inquisitive curiosity.
With the flick of an invisible wrist, one of her throwing knives glistened as it rocketed skyward in a tall arc before its trajectory turned. Plummeting towards the earth, it landed with remarkable precision between the feet of the little company of Magi and the Police. What was more important, and much more frightening was the object that was tied to it via a string.
It looked as if it were made out of clay, a small, gray sphere of solid looking texture. As the Police reviled away from it as a group, it burst outward in a thick, obscuring cloud of grey smoke. Between them and the group of Magi stood an opaque cloud of grey that darkened to black as The Nameless One landed behind the group of magi. Intentionally causing noise upon impact for once as to announce her presence.
Now visible, the odd looking, shorter figure that stood before them was rather haunting in the least. Draped in all black with layered armor about one arm and one the other arm completely layered in blackened steel with a wicked blade extending from the elbow, she was at least a threatening sight to behold.
What was most eerie was the shade of ivory that was her mask that lay beneath the edge her hood. Yet her gender for now would remain a mystery, as she forced herself to speak in a deeper voice.
"Follow me. Quickly and quietly."
Turning swiftly about, she nimbly bolted away the moment her toes dug into the ground. Moving at a speed which she believed they could easily keep pace with for several winding blocks, The Nameless One suddenly changed direction to impressively sprint up the vertical height of a three story building, her fingertips then grasped the edge and she vaulted to land atop the roof with perfect silence.
There, as she stepped back and away, the Masked One waited for the others to catch up.
Times are a' changin'.
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