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Konan375
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This all feels very nostalgic, I'm told.
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Slow day, huh?
Konan375 said
I'm glad I haven't had any yet... I hope it stays like that.
Crossark said
Yeah, such a strange person that Samuel is, wanting to make sure one of the seemingly pivotal characters lives. XDAnyway, the Locas post is going up after I make a few changes. It should be up by 7:00 today.
LIES! THAT WAS AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO! PACIFIC AMERICAN TIME ZONE IS THE ONLY TRUE TIME ZONE!
“You, take this and pour it down Alaira’s mouth…No, no arguments. She’s too weak to punch you or any other such nonsense. I’ll help Althalus.”
Well, we could always put her in a dreadnought and fix that...
On second thought, that's a terrible idea.
Well, we could always put her in a dreadnought and fix that...
On second thought, that's a terrible idea.
I don't want no trabble.
Fallenreaper said
Hahaha
I mean, no trouble, man. I mean, if you feel like it.
Alright, posted. I'd appreciate it if Uicle could end this nonsense.
Heus
Heus’s muscles bulged and stressed, their dried magma like surface solidified then crumbled as he lifted the Golem’s weight easily. He roared letting hot breath roll off his maw and evaporate into the air nearby, his small eyes squinted in preparation to toss away the makeshift object. He whipped his wind element about with greater energy to aid his already massive strength that he barely noticed the sensation of something else take hold of the Golem and scramble upwards.
Just moments after he had tossed the Golem, Heus his head squeezed between to greatly forced objects. One was the hard surface of Grey’s shield while the other was the fisted carving of an Ironwood tree, created by Lucilia. The wind still whipped about his body and cushioned the blows, though they wouldn’t had much effect if they had hit, as the impact caused Heus’s head to rear back from the greater of the two. Lucilia’s ironwood fist had slammed his head into Grey’s shield which in turn brought it upwards and into the unprepared man’s own resulted in a slight daze for Grey. Heus wasted little time as his hand reached upward to grip whatever had came over him from above, the Golem ignored in favor of the nearest threat. His hand felt something within his hand and immediately he took hold then finally ripped it from his back. Eyes narrowed upon the man’s stunned figure. His other hand came forward for the other arm as he started to rip the man apart, the joints would likely feel the stress and pressure applied from the demon’s uncaring handle. Heus expected Grey to come apart, like others in the past, within his strong grasp.
However something was different.
Grey Onyx
Moments before Grey slammed into the massive demon's head, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, it jerked it's head up, catching the guardsman off guard (Heh). It's head rose up, coming into contact earlier than expected. Instead of a carefully aimed blow followed by an evasive maneuvre, Grey felt a wall of solid death slam into him, knocking the wind out of him. As if that wasn't bad enough, his cuirass came apart, along with his pauldrons and most of the arms as well. But before he could collapse to the ground in a heap, the monster had gotten a hold of him. He struggled, but he was not strong enough to escape.
He was brought close to the beast's face, where for probably tefirst time he got a good look at it's eyes. He saw a healthy mixture of rage, and what looked like... pain... And then, it pulled. It was all he could do to prevent himself from screaming, as even his resistance to pain wasn't enough to block it out all that much. However, a moment later, he did scream. As he screwed his eyes shut and cried out in pain, Something odd happened. He didn't come apart. Though he couldn't see it himself, if one were to look, they would see patterns of glowing purple lines under his undersheath. With a titanic effort, he managed to keep himself together, as he lashed out, attempting to kick it in the eyes with his still-armored greaves.
Heus's head jerked up when the man's foot clipped his jawline, his jaw slammed shut as he felt the familiar additon of more pain. He felt his current target start to pull against his own grip and a slight snap, a warning in Heus's small mind, as he released one of his hands from tearing the man apart. He raised the pest high then tossed Grey down as if he was nothing but a toy, one that caused him pain, before his foot raised to finish the fight.
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Grey had little time to celebratehe the Demon released him, as it was about to crush him underfoot. Quickly, he scooped up his shied and raised it above him, as he was crushed by the giant's foot... or was he? After a moment, it became apparent that Grey was resisting. With a mighty effort, Grey was raising the beast's foot up. "I... you will not... kill me... I am... stronger than you!" Grey managed to growl out through gritted teeth. He may have said that, but he knew that if somebody didn't do something in the next fifteen seconds, he was as good as dead. Already, the strain of resisting a creature ofsuch tremendous strength was apparent as his runes glowed and his bones creaked. "Somebody... do something... NOW!!! He managed to shout o whoever could finish this.
Heus’s muscles bulged and stressed, their dried magma like surface solidified then crumbled as he lifted the Golem’s weight easily. He roared letting hot breath roll off his maw and evaporate into the air nearby, his small eyes squinted in preparation to toss away the makeshift object. He whipped his wind element about with greater energy to aid his already massive strength that he barely noticed the sensation of something else take hold of the Golem and scramble upwards.
Just moments after he had tossed the Golem, Heus his head squeezed between to greatly forced objects. One was the hard surface of Grey’s shield while the other was the fisted carving of an Ironwood tree, created by Lucilia. The wind still whipped about his body and cushioned the blows, though they wouldn’t had much effect if they had hit, as the impact caused Heus’s head to rear back from the greater of the two. Lucilia’s ironwood fist had slammed his head into Grey’s shield which in turn brought it upwards and into the unprepared man’s own resulted in a slight daze for Grey. Heus wasted little time as his hand reached upward to grip whatever had came over him from above, the Golem ignored in favor of the nearest threat. His hand felt something within his hand and immediately he took hold then finally ripped it from his back. Eyes narrowed upon the man’s stunned figure. His other hand came forward for the other arm as he started to rip the man apart, the joints would likely feel the stress and pressure applied from the demon’s uncaring handle. Heus expected Grey to come apart, like others in the past, within his strong grasp.
However something was different.
Grey Onyx
Moments before Grey slammed into the massive demon's head, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, it jerked it's head up, catching the guardsman off guard (Heh). It's head rose up, coming into contact earlier than expected. Instead of a carefully aimed blow followed by an evasive maneuvre, Grey felt a wall of solid death slam into him, knocking the wind out of him. As if that wasn't bad enough, his cuirass came apart, along with his pauldrons and most of the arms as well. But before he could collapse to the ground in a heap, the monster had gotten a hold of him. He struggled, but he was not strong enough to escape.
He was brought close to the beast's face, where for probably tefirst time he got a good look at it's eyes. He saw a healthy mixture of rage, and what looked like... pain... And then, it pulled. It was all he could do to prevent himself from screaming, as even his resistance to pain wasn't enough to block it out all that much. However, a moment later, he did scream. As he screwed his eyes shut and cried out in pain, Something odd happened. He didn't come apart. Though he couldn't see it himself, if one were to look, they would see patterns of glowing purple lines under his undersheath. With a titanic effort, he managed to keep himself together, as he lashed out, attempting to kick it in the eyes with his still-armored greaves.
Heus's head jerked up when the man's foot clipped his jawline, his jaw slammed shut as he felt the familiar additon of more pain. He felt his current target start to pull against his own grip and a slight snap, a warning in Heus's small mind, as he released one of his hands from tearing the man apart. He raised the pest high then tossed Grey down as if he was nothing but a toy, one that caused him pain, before his foot raised to finish the fight.
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Grey had little time to celebratehe the Demon released him, as it was about to crush him underfoot. Quickly, he scooped up his shied and raised it above him, as he was crushed by the giant's foot... or was he? After a moment, it became apparent that Grey was resisting. With a mighty effort, Grey was raising the beast's foot up. "I... you will not... kill me... I am... stronger than you!" Grey managed to growl out through gritted teeth. He may have said that, but he knew that if somebody didn't do something in the next fifteen seconds, he was as good as dead. Already, the strain of resisting a creature ofsuch tremendous strength was apparent as his runes glowed and his bones creaked. "Somebody... do something... NOW!!! He managed to shout o whoever could finish this.
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Saadri Daelus
Saadri had noticed several new arrivals enter the building through the corner of her eye, and was a bit exasperated at how they all seemed confused. She'd warned old Garcia that those fliers were a bit vague. No matter, they weren't technically open for another ten minutes. However, she was a bit surprised when what appeared to be a Siren wandered right up to the desk. She wore a breathing mask, for whatever reason. So she's from Samsara then... She thought. It was common for Sirens from that city to wear breathing gear, such a clean environment breeds weak immune systems.
Saadri was silent as the Siren spoke, merely more or less staring at her, her expression neutral. Ugh, really? she didn't seem like much. Thank Iva for the 'trial' missions, weaker jobs intended to weed out the weaker ones. She could be described as cold, but she still couldn't stomach the thought of recruits running to their deaths because they greatly over-estimate their own abilities. When she finished stuttering, the Siren had apparently finished making some kind of automaton. As the two figures danced around on the receptionists desk, Saadri gently scooped it up and moved it before it knocked over an inkwell, not taking her eyes off the girl. "I see. Well, You just need to fill out this form and wait until we call your name." Saadri said as she handed the girl about four sheets of paper, once again not looking away. "If you cannot write I am afraid you will have to find someone who can. Good day." Finally, she turned away and proceeded to return to typing, wincing a bit when a particularly loud Orc had come in. Ah well, the guards would sort her out.
Guards
At this point, any recruits here were visited by a guard and given similar instructions. Head to the desk, get paperwork, finish paperwork, turn it in, wait. Most also warned them not to bother Saadri, she tends to get crabby when she has to cover for the receptionist.
Saadri had noticed several new arrivals enter the building through the corner of her eye, and was a bit exasperated at how they all seemed confused. She'd warned old Garcia that those fliers were a bit vague. No matter, they weren't technically open for another ten minutes. However, she was a bit surprised when what appeared to be a Siren wandered right up to the desk. She wore a breathing mask, for whatever reason. So she's from Samsara then... She thought. It was common for Sirens from that city to wear breathing gear, such a clean environment breeds weak immune systems.
Saadri was silent as the Siren spoke, merely more or less staring at her, her expression neutral. Ugh, really? she didn't seem like much. Thank Iva for the 'trial' missions, weaker jobs intended to weed out the weaker ones. She could be described as cold, but she still couldn't stomach the thought of recruits running to their deaths because they greatly over-estimate their own abilities. When she finished stuttering, the Siren had apparently finished making some kind of automaton. As the two figures danced around on the receptionists desk, Saadri gently scooped it up and moved it before it knocked over an inkwell, not taking her eyes off the girl. "I see. Well, You just need to fill out this form and wait until we call your name." Saadri said as she handed the girl about four sheets of paper, once again not looking away. "If you cannot write I am afraid you will have to find someone who can. Good day." Finally, she turned away and proceeded to return to typing, wincing a bit when a particularly loud Orc had come in. Ah well, the guards would sort her out.
Guards
At this point, any recruits here were visited by a guard and given similar instructions. Head to the desk, get paperwork, finish paperwork, turn it in, wait. Most also warned them not to bother Saadri, she tends to get crabby when she has to cover for the receptionist.
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