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9 yrs ago
>That awkward moment when you learn the religious revival movement you were headin was actually a vehicle for a Lovecraftian Abomination masquerading as a God to jack your body and take over the world
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>That moment when you realize that you can only do fandom RPs because you're bad at original characters. This is what I get for never playing DnD
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Slowly a group began to coalesce into existence, Sarisa watching as those who had seemed intent on wandering before began to gather with her and her current companion, forming a group so they could debate or talk over their situation. She supposed that in this case a common sharing of knowledge would be alright, since it wasn't like she had anything to go on. A slight smile escaped as Jecht and his Moogle began to fight each other, but it was tempered by the knowledge that he was as much in the dark as she was right now.

It did seem to have drawn some attention, though, a blond man with ha harp approaching while some other fellow with a giant sword stood on his own for now. "Sorry, can't help you there," she replied with a shake of her head as he asked if she had her memories and knew where they were. Well then, surprisingly it seemed that she wasn't the only one with this problem. It seemed reasonable to assume that they all did.

She would be forgiven for not noticing he smaller being there until he had spoken, calling out to them and saying that his Moogle apparently had a direction for them to go in. It was something, if it was true. "That right," she asked, looking back to Mojito.

"Yep, kupo," Mojito confirmed with a nod, looking at the the Moogles present. Well then, it was interest to see that everyone else had Moogles with them too. Sarisa wondered why, but didn't ask about it.

Instead she focused on more important things, head swiveling to take in the entire landscape. There was no point in sticking around here, but given that she had no memory, it might not have been the wisest choice. "What do you think," she asked Mojito.

The Moogle hopped in place, giving its version of a shrug, or so it appeared to her. "Sounds good to me, kupo." At that point another woman drew near, drawing Sarisa's attention away as she began to talk. At least they had another person now, but the good mood rapidly vanished with words and actions that Sarisa was able to witness at the moment.

The way the woman looked at Sarisa like she was some dumb brute, and the way she talked with a pompous haughtiness immediately set SDarisa on edge. The woman frowned, her hand twitching for the dagger on her belt before she decided that it was a bad idea. Not that she wasn't confident in her skills, but a fight right now didn't seem like the wisest decision.

Nonetheless, she would not remain silent in the face of this obvious bias and smug superiority. "Oy," she spat out, glaring at the unnamed woman. "Don't think that you get to be in charge just because you're in fancy clothes and can use big words. I'm not being some brute muscle so you can hide in back. And the name's Sarisa Tycoon, if anyone cares." If she wanted to argue that, she could take her best shot.
Well, back from my trip and with a stable internet connection once more. I will work on getting a post up now.
Alex had managed to break free from the giant dragon thing, but he had little time to be relieved as the ship whined and shuddered, slanting downwards as air whipped past, with the vessel headed straight for the ground. Oh this was not good, this was not good at all. He could only assume that that had been the result of the dragon, which was very unfortunate.

But there was no time to lament his own misfortune, and he quickly acted to save himself from a very painful death. His tome activated as he grabbed on to the sturdiest structure that he could find, hanging on for dear life as the ship neared the ground. Dear god, this was going to be painful. "How do I keep getting myself in these situations," he grumbled, knuckles clenched as he waited for the impact. This was going to suck.

***

A groan escaped as Alex began to stir back to wakefulness, his head throbbing in pain and the rest of his body hardly as well off. His eyes opened to reveal a blurry expanse, which slowly resolved in a dark cave of sorts, blocks present and water nearby, the debris from the airship scattered about all over the place. Naturally, the crash had done a number on the place.

At the moment it looked like he was stuck, the metal having caved in in a fashion to hold him in place. He wasn't too damaged besides scrapes and bumps, but this was hardly the most adequate situation to be in. And he wasn't sure if he could use his tome for fear of dropping more debris on him, at least at the moment.

"Wonderful," he groaned to himself as he tried to move, a bit more confident when it didn't bring anything down on him. Pausing for a moment he could swear he heard someone calling his name, a sign that other people had survived the crash. Good. Otherwise he would have been really worried. "Hey, anyone there!" he called aloud, knocking on the metal near his face a bit to try and draw attention. Here was hoping someone could help him before he needed to save himself. Again.
Still here, still waiting on Pi to post first since I did have Sarisa talking to his char.
"Gah!" Happiness at his success had rapidly faded away as the dragon came around and grabbed him instead, it's grip firm and unmovable. The following pain was, well, a lot, as he was slammed through the deck and left hanging on the abyss, the ground far below and his upper torso simply in the air, like he could fall at any time.

"Oh hell, I am not going out this way," he grunted after he had recovered, needing to get his breath back first. He had not come all this way to simply be killed by a dragon or whatever, and a quick flick of his wrist brought a solid platform of air into existence beneath him, to support his body and keep him from simply falling to his death. Well, that was one issue dealt with.

As the dragon was distracted by the attack from above Alex went to work to deal with the rest of his situation, struggling and writhing to try and slip out of the literally iron grip he was held in. He shot off another blast of air, aimed at thee wrist of the dragon thing, to try and loosen its grip or simply throw it off balance. A quick dodged the beak if it even came near him, and for now he focused on recovery, before he had to get to the issue of the airship plunging out of the sky. He had to have some priorities, and those had precedence.
Frustrating as it was, Isotta was not surprised as Dana eventually ended up fleeing the scene rather than letting the chase go on. None of them had done any real damage, even if Dana had done nothing to them in turn. There had just been a lot of running and sweat to show for their efforts.

With her gone, Isotta came to a stop, taking a moment to recover as she brushed off her clothes and surveyed the scene. "Judging by past behavior she will not return for some time, even if we did not capture her. Once we have dealt with the paint, I suppose we can consider this issue satisfactorily resolved," she said as she looked back at the other two currently with her. She wasn't sure how they would handle the paint, but she could probably set something up if there were no better options.

For now, it seemed that their mission was over already, just in time for them to get to other, more important, things.
Sorry, was hoping McFazzer would go. I'll post a thing soon.
@Flamelord

I am really tempted to bring Cernia back into this. You wanna hash some ideas for the Kyuubey and her master?


Sure. If that's what you want to do then I don't see why we can't.
Isotta was hardly about to fall for the deception that the demon was trying to pull on her at the moment, since the fact that there were three of them there and no pressing signs meant that they didn't all have to heed what was being said. She was definitely alert for possible lies and trickery, and she would not allow herself to be distracted so easily.

Of course, Carver was as much a distraction as anything else, the man examining the artwork and trying to psychologically analyze their current target, something she could do without. Motive didn't matter, at least in a case like this. Leave it to someone else who was more qualified, and for now she merely wanted to bring in the demon, just like the Church would want.

"I think we have bigger issues," she noted aloud as Dana made a break for it, Carver chastising both her and Sheridan for their willingness to risk collateral damage. It wasn't as if it could make things worse, and she proceeded to take off after the demon, this time actually throwing a sword at her in the process. She would not find it so easy to escape the judgment of the Lord, and Isotta was more than ready to deliver it.
Still here, waiting on Jecht at this point.
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