Flamelord

The Mark of the Beast ; A Wish, Crossing

Emu Togashi

Name: Emu Togashi

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Weight: 5'8"

Height: 162 lbs

Appearance: Blond hair, has a small scar on her left calf from a bike riding accident, toned legs

Personality: Emu is something of a tomboy who loves being outside and being active. She is loyal to the end and always sticks up for her friends through thick or thin, even if she may not agree with them. Also has a bit of a competitive streak, though it doesn't get in the way of her friendships. Not especially academic inclined, though she works at it. also a bit rebellious, which can tend to land her in trouble.

Likes: Strawberries, Soccer, Warm Rain

Fears: Spiders, heights, tight spaces

History: Emu Togashi grew up as the only child of a modest family. She split from their plan for her at a young age, not content to simply work at the small store that they ran. Instead she found her interest in sports, bouncing around for quite a bit through the various ones before finally settling on soccer.

That was what she focused on in school, giving some attention to her academics while trying to distinguish herself in her sport of choice. She did fairly well there if she said so herself, helping to carry her team through several tournaments and even getting MVp in some matches. She made her rivals, sure, but she still enjoyed herself.

Then things began to go downhill. It was her fault of course, falling in with the wrong sort of crowd as she moved up, the kind who were rebels, disregarding of authority. She let the fame go to her head, pissed people off. She didn't do anything like drugs (mostly), not that stupid. But there were some fights, maybe a bit of robbery. No one got seriously hurt, but it didn't make a difference to the cops when she was arrested.

It wasn't a long stint, and she managed to get off with a couple months. But when she came back, everything had changed. The wolves had come out of the woodwork, leading the response against her. She found herself shunned, benched on the team in favor of other people, the school turned against her as well. She fell in further with the same sort of group that she had been before, but this time it was more like she was pushed. Nonetheless, Emu hasn't stopped wishing for what she had, the chance to get it all back.

Friends: Sora Yumemi - One of the school's resident 'bad girls', who pulled Emu intoher social circle. In spite of that Emu still considers her a friend.
Aika Yamamoto - A childhood friend of Emu's, not involved in sports.

Enemies: Rika Komatsu - Striker for Emu's soccer team and one of her rivals, who led the reaction to her return and her ostracizing

Wish: A wish to get back in, to reclaim her lost popularity, her status, her position in society and in sports, and to be the champion that she once was

Identity: The golden ticket, the dealbroker, the one who can get her what she wants

The Mark of the Beast ; A Wish, Crossing

I looked back quite a bit. Mostly cause I tend to zone in on the RP's I'm currently in, so I wanted to see if I had missed anything interesting.(Actually I found it a few days ago and had it sitting on an open tab until I could think up a character)

The Mark of the Beast ; A Wish, Crossing

You had me at the WIXOSS video

Emu Togashi

Name: Emu Togashi

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Weight: 5'8"

Height: 162 lbs

Appearance: Blond hair, has a small scar on her left calf from a bike riding accident, toned legs

Personality: Emu is something of a tomboy who loves being outside and being active. She is loyal to the end and always sticks up for her friends through thick or thin, even if she may not agree with them. Also has a bit of a competitive streak, though it doesn't get in the way of her friendships. Not especially academic inclined, though she works at it. also a bit rebellious, which can tend to land her in trouble.

Likes: Strawberries, Soccer, Warm Rain

Fears: Spiders, heights, tight spaces

History: Emu Togashi grew up as the only child of a modest family. She split from their plan for her at a young age, not content to simply work at the small store that they ran. Instead she found her interest in sports, bouncing around for quite a bit through the various ones before finally settling on soccer.

That was what she focused on in school, giving some attention to her academics while trying to distinguish herself in her sport of choice. She did fairly well there if she said so herself, helping to carry her team through several tournaments and even getting MVp in some matches. She made her rivals, sure, but she still enjoyed herself.

Then things began to go downhill. It was her fault of course, falling in with the wrong sort of crowd as she moved up, the kind who were rebels, disregarding of authority. She let the fame go to her head, pissed people off. She didn't do anything like drugs (mostly), not that stupid. But there were some fights, maybe a bit of robbery. No one got seriously hurt, but it didn't make a difference to the cops when she was arrested.

It wasn't a long stint, and she managed to get off with a couple months. But when she came back, everything had changed. The wolves had come out of the woodwork, leading the response against her. She found herself shunned, benched on the team in favor of other people, the school turned against her as well. She fell in further with the same sort of group that she had been before, but this time it was more like she was pushed. Nonetheless, Emu hasn't stopped wishing for what she had, the chance to get it all back.

Friends: Sora Yumemi - One of the school's resident 'bad girls', who pulled Emu intoher social circle. In spite of that Emu still considers her a friend.
Aika Yamamoto - A childhood friend of Emu's, not involved in sports.

Enemies: Rika Komatsu - Striker for Emu's soccer team and one of her rivals, who led the reaction to her return and her ostracizing

Wish: A wish to get back in, to reclaim her lost popularity, her status, her position in society and in sports, and to be the champion that she once was

Identity: The golden ticket, the dealbroker, the one who can get her what she wants

The War of the Three

Endian

The Machina commander worked quickly, text scrolling past her vision as she wirelessly interfaced with the sealed off networks, attempting to pry them open. It was difficult work though, if only because she had to be cautious of potential traps and the like. It would not do to infect herself with a demonic virus while trying to repair the damage that they had done to the Elicitor.

At the same time there was plenty of stuff vying for her attention. For example, the demons who had infiltrated the ship and were headed towards the cargo hold where the treasure was located. The controlled Machina were making themselves a nuisance as well, attacking loyal Machina and smashing what systems they could reach to aid the infiltrators.

Endian had to work quickly, and she focused in on what was most important in this fight, to complete the mission. Internal defenses were needed to keep the Demons away from the Treasure, which was the important part of this mission. If they couldn't succeed, they would all suffer for it.

With a few quick commands at the end of a long process of hacking the internal defenses were freed from demonic control. She hardly needed to issue orders though, as one of the demons hijacked the comms to speak herself. There had to be an ulterior agenda, but for the moment Endian could not tell what that was.

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Outside, automated commands were issued, and guns fired. Radar sweeps flew out before guns retargeted and fired, providing covering fire for Grafdakka even with a casual disregard for the wellbeing of the giant. He knew what he was doing, and any systems he needed would be made available for him.

Other batteries locked on and fired, missile launchers emptying their payloads in barrages that honed in on the arranged angels undertaking their bombardments, threading the needle of the tunnel that had been entered to soar into the sky. This might not prevent the bombardment that was coming in its entirety, but they could certainly well try. Any damage avoided was good for the Machina
@LokiLeo789@Legion02@Lucius Cypher

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Back inside, internal defenses activated, once opened doors slamming shut again and reinforced as electrical currents were run through them to activate armor that would make punching through harder. Internally placed turrets perked back to life and began to fire at designated targets, proving deterrents and nuisances that would serve to buy the Machina time. This would include the demons as targets, autocannons hammering away at the Oni, demons and the others as they advanced.

In the meanwhile Endian issued her own orders. 'Defend the Treasure at all costs. Failure is not an option.' Here in the Nexus death was cheap. The humans would would be rewarded for their sacrifice when the time came. As for herself, she finished what she was doing and turned on her heels, heading towards the cargo hold to intervene personally. They did not have much time.

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99@Lucius Cypher@Ryonara@KoL@Lonewolf685@Skyswimsky

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Herm? Angels having the disadvantage? Let's see.....

Well, Gwynn basically flew from the outside of the ship to the cargo hold without hitting any significant resistance along the way, in spite of only having a general location for Diana and not knowing the layout of the ship....

Azazeal pretty effortlessly ruined the whole acid rose trap Victiore had going on, without any serious loss to the angelic forces....

Raziel basically used magic lightning EMPs to wipe out the Machina on deck besides Grafdakka, though he does have an excuse as a special unit.....

Generally near totally unaffected by any automated or stationary defenses that might be present in the giant fortress, including anti-air fire, turrets, etc. I've been told that this is my fault for not being specific, but the point still stands when the non-PC Machina barely even pose a noteworthy challenge....

Basically, from where I'm sitting it's hardly like things have been unfair to the Angels. If anything they've been unfair to the Machina, since any natural advantage they might have in controlling the giant walking fortress of doom has been basically negated within a couple sentences besides the trump card.

The War of the Three

@Flamelord
I thought I was rather specific that the infiltrators only turned off the internal defenses, not the external batteries, so as to leave the main guns still firing at Angels. Or is this a case of Endian being too busy to maintain them herself?

@Lonewolf685

Well, you didn't turn them off persay, but with the system locked down to prevent the damage from being fixed I can't exactly have Endian retarget them to focus on anything specific.

The War of the Three

Endian

The Machina Commander resisted the urge to growl from frustration as she watched the tactical flow of the battle, not exactly appreciating how things were going at the moment. The defenses that had been carefully planned for the Elicitor were proving less than admirable against the angels that assaulted them on the decks. Oh, Grafdakka was proving good enough, but he was sadly appearing to be the exception to the rule here.

Several things vied for her attention all at once, proving less than welcome in those moments. For example, the giant plasma torch set off inside the ship, perilously close to the Cargo that they were transporting home. Fortunately there were units nearby, who seemed to be handling the situation already. There was also the arrival of the Angelic special unit, though Grafdakka seemed to be able to handle him when he wasn't busy dealing with the Demons. Endian was fine with that, since the more the demons fought each other, the less of a chance they had to fight the Machina. Third was the tripping of internal sensors inside the Elicitor, indicating that they had intruders. She had already acted to try and deal with that, but it was proving to merely be a deterrent, and not a solution. Oh, and the swarm of bats. That wasn't helping either.

Most annoying though was the fact that one minute they were striding along, and the next thing she knew the submersion protocols had been activated, the Fortress starting to burrow underground. "Who ordered that," Endian snapped as she accessed logs, practically doing a double take to see that it was Grafdakka who had activated it. Oh, she was going to have a serious talk with him once this was over.

Her eyes widened then as things rapidly went off the rials again, alarms flaring as internal systems locked down, defenses shut down, and bulkheads unsealed to allow free access for anyone inside. "What is the meaning of this," she muttered as hse tried to override,even as officers abandoned their posts.

Turning to face them, she was taken off guard by the proclamation, and it was only a swift reaction from her drones that projected a shielc, deflecting the blast away from her and her assistant, keeping them intact even as the explosion blew out the windows of the bridge and damaged the equipment. For a moment the Machina simply stood there, surveying the damage and coping with what had happened, before her face darkened in anger.

Turning to her assistant, she gestured quickly. "Guard this door. No one gets inside." She couldn't do so herself, not when she had to focus.

Walking over to one of the still intact consoles, she jacked in and let her mind open, striking out into the system to try and brute force it open any way that she could. It wouldn't be impossible, of course, but it was going to take time. Time that they might not have. So to compensate, she activated the intercom (which wasn't locked out due to being a non-vital system) "All units be aware, we have corrupted units on board, and enemy infiltrators. Be on alert, and use your initiative to determine if erratic behavior is a threat."

That said, she returned to what she had been doing, trying to break through the encryptions and such. The sooner that was done, the quicker they could get back to fighting this fight. It certainly distracted from the sudden return of the rose petals that began to interfere with the Submersion Protocols, sending up more alerts and alarms that Endian couldn't do anything about.

Meanwhile the Machina reacted as best they could to the sudden news. The group down in the cargo hold would find units approaching rapidly, well armed and ready to assist Regia and the maids in resisting the now in progress escape attempt. They might be small in number for w, but soon more would appear. They were there to command if Regia deemed it necessary.

Fighting broke out across the Fortress, the Machina reacting to sabotage and destruction, beginning the hunt for the corrupted Machina, as well as the demonic infiltrators. They had some openings now, but it would not be long before surprise wore off, control was reasserted, and they were trapped again. They would have to act quick if they wanted their prize.

Meanwhile automated guns fell silent, leaving the exterior of the Fortress defenseless. Needless to say, the Machina were in a bit of a situation.

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@KoL@Rune_Alchemist@Ryonara@Lonewolf685@TheWindel@Shyla Nesthorn

The War of the Three

Endian

The battle raged apace, he angels making inroads in spite of the force that had been thrown up against them. Of course, the Machina defenders were not going down without a fight, guns hammering away, missiles flying away to explode and unleash cluster munitions, beams ripping through the sky in a technicolor spectacle. the war had been joined in full, and only the prospect of victory could assuage it now.

Of course, Endian kept track of it all from the bridge, taking in reports and distributing reinforcements, managing from afar. She was pleased to see how well Grafdakka was doing, even if slightly annoyed by his insistence on making himself the biggest target that could be found. But if it took pressure off the Elicitor then she would be more than willing to allow it.

"Keep up the fire," she reiterated as guns continued to hammer away with a seemingly endless supply of ammunition, courtesy of the nanomachine cache within. Machina grappled with boarders on the decks, overwhelmed individually in some cases but otherwise falling back in good order to protect the more valuable portions of the fortress. Automatic defense systems activated as well, turrets springing to life to provide accompanying fire, adding an extra dimension of fire that the Angels might not expect.

Not too long after though alarms sprang up, damage reports and sensors going off to indicate that things were less than optimal. Frowning, Endian scrolled through said reports then activated exterior camera feeds, finding the Elicitor in a field of what appeared to be acidic flowers of some kind. It might take a while, but eventually they would eat through the legs for the mobile fortress, rendering it immobile.

Fortunately the Angels were already contributing to remove it, presumably seeing the threat to their prize. Well, if they were doing so then she would too. "Retarget for area bombardment," she commanded. On the Elicitor large guns shifted and rose, focusing on the area that had been marked out. After a few moment they fired, with a loud roar in the air as the shelling began, mortars launching shells to add to the bigger guns. Explosives shells slammed into the landscape, added to by white phosphorous rounds, hammering the rose field in an attempt to break it down. And if some Angels were hurt in the process, then too bad.

Shortly thereafter, alerts popped up. "We have intruders on the lower levels. security is responding," she noted. Bulkheads would begin to slam down, to affect infiltrated areas as automated defenses activated. Machina moved through the halls, rerouted to cope with the incursion before it could spread too far. The Machine were not done by a long shot.

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Tartys

Above the battlefield, Tartys grimaced as she dodged exploding shells and lasers in the air, noting the arrival of the demon horde below that heralded their attempt to seize the artifact as well. Fortunately some of the angels diverted to deal with them, making sure that they wouldn't be denied their prize once they had won the fight

Diving lower herself, she brought her spear to bear and focused, energy gathering at the tip before it lashed out, smashing into one of the emplacements shooting at her comrades. Their armour was tough, but she did her fair share of damage in the process. Every bit helped, especially in a battle such as this.

"Let's go," she said to no one in particular. "The sooner we get it, the less chance there is of the demons doing so." Twirling her spear, she held it aloft to fire downwards once again. They would not lose out to a bunch of demons!

The War of the Three

And here's my angel. Yay.

Tartys

Name: Tartys

Title: Angel of the Second Hour of Night

Age: 567 years old

Gender: Female

Allegiance: Angels of Heaven

Race: Angel

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 256 lbs.

Personality: Tartys is a calm individual, not particularly beholden to her passions. Has a tendency to keep her emotions locked away, but will open up to people that she knows. Doesn't really enjoy fighting, but will devote her full attention and effort to it when she does. Otherwise, enjoys reading, flying, and generally acts as one might expect of your average angel.

History: There isn't that much of Tartys' history that she would be willing to tell, that she would find interesting persay. She has served as an angel for some time, though she is hardly the most ancient of their brethren. In her initial life she served in church and holy functions, but when they deemed her as ready she was allowed to enter the battlefield, to fight in the wars that consume the Nexus on an almost daily basis.

Since then she has served in whatever capacity she sees as needed, lending a hand in more peaceful affairs while also engaging on the field of battle. If even the little efforts can make a difference, she will do her part for Heaven.

Powers: Summoning - Like many of her angelic brethren. Tartys has the ability to summon the lesser beasts of Heaven to aid her in a fight. The tip of her spear is used to create a magic circle, opening a gateway and allowing whatever she calls to come through. The ore prep time she has, the bigger the resulting beast she summons is.

Holy Power - Due to her nature as a angel, Tartys has the ability to call on holy power. This allows her to undertake exorcisms of fixed places, to cleanse demons from lesser beings, to convey her blessing, etc. It also gives her great combat potential, allowing her to make barriers, to bless her weapons for status effects on demons, and to do things like fire lasers of concentrated light and the like.

Flight - Like most of the angelic host, Tartys can fly. Not particularly fast, but she can fly.

Weapons: Triteleia - A holy spear wielded by Tartys, it is blessed with divine power and serves as a conduit for her magic.

Equipment: N/A

Other: N/A

The Truth Behind the Project

I posted last, so I generally think I have an excuse :P