Gardevoiran

The War of the Three

Apia, Queen of Bees

@Lmpkio@Silvan Haven@KoL

In the catacombs, nothing was heard but the faint sound of buzzing in the ears of Saef's men, and it was a proper sound given the circumstances. Apia stood around the corner, her bees ready to swoop in at a moments notice to cause some mayhem. She waited until she could clearly hear the enemy's footsteps before lowering her hand, signalling for her sweeties to move in.

At first, only a few moved, followed by a few more, and eventually, the whole swarm. Normal bees, wasps, frozen bees, everything was assaulting the men in the tunnels, relentlessly filling them with small holes. The swarm moved around frantically, making any effort to attack them futile at best. They were smaller targets, and trying to successfully kill them was futile unless they wanted to use grenades. Even then, the tunnels might cave in on them and leave them under rubble. Apia flew around the corner, smirking at her job. "Man, do I love my sweeties."

Epic City: Starburst

@Old Amsterdam
I am ok with this.

Epic City: Starburst

@Old Amsterdam
Is Lucky coming onto Xoxi?

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

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Lets get down to business.

Epic City: Starburst

Anomaly

Xoxi kept watching out for the woman as she walked, becoming more and more concerned as she continued her slow pace towards her. A set of psychic hands poked out from Xoxi's sleeves as they flew up to protect her face, seemingly ready for a fight should one break out. She didn't know how effective they'd be at blocking arrows, but hopefully, they'd be able to take care of a few shots. Her eyes narrowed as one of her hands ran across her scar, reminding her of what she had been through, in case she needed reminding. "W-what do you want?"

@Old Amsterdam

The War of the Three

Apia, Queen of Bees

@Lmpkio@The 42nd Gecko@KoL

Apia shivered, but she was astounded by the new arrival of the frozen bees. She grinned at their larger size, their brawnier appearance, and their overall threat vibe. She was loving it. "O-oh my god! M-my sweeties a-are even s-stronger!" A swarm of bees brought forth a yellow sweater, dropping it on Apia as she stopped shivering. The frozen bees were probably a bit close and too much for her to stay warm with, so she needed something to keep her at least semi-warm. Her swarm of frozen and non-frozen bees grouped around the icy army, joining them as she heard Victoire's telepathy call to her and Ghelgath.

After hearing Ghelgath scream to the absence of anything around them, Apia followed suit by raising her voice in the same way (although, not as loudly). "What Ghelgath said. Take us to the army, please!"

The War of the Three

@KoL
What about a bajillion bees?

The War of the Three

@Lmpkio
He also has Apia, who has BEES.

Epic City: Starburst

Anomaly

Xoxi walked through the town, trying to keep a low profile around people. Her jacket was nice for that, but it didn't work for everyone. A few people smiled at her while she walked, not like a friendly "How do you do, neighbor!" smile, but more or less a creepy... stalker-ish style. She got a bit nervous as she saw one man walking towards her quickly, his eyes fixated on her. Xoxi's eyes darted left and right, looking for an escape, before she eventually ducked into an alley and watched behind her as the man walked in behind her.

"Hey there, cutie. You should really be careful..." His voice was gruff and strained, and his clothes were wrinkled. He wore glasses that really accented his facial structure, which was objectively unappealing to Xoxi in the first place. He had a strong beer-gut going, and his hands were large and broad. He continued walking towards Xoxi as she backed away. She tried to run, but the man grabbed her by her hood, pulling her towards him and gripping her in a tight hug. His hand rubbed her stomach and shoulders as he whispered in her ear, hot breath grazing the hair that rested in front of her ear.

"... because people like me would love to have you." Xoxi felt a wet sensation ride her ear as she panicked, her psychic hands coming out instinctively and punching the man in the face, sending him stumbling backwards. He looked back up and saw two giant hands orbiting this amputee, her scar barely showing under her jacket, peeking out from her shirt's neck. Her left hand soared forward, colliding with the man's gut as he was forced backwards.

The man raised his hands in front of him as he stuttered, trying to muster his words into a cohesive sentence. "W-woah! I'm sorry, p-please let me go!" The hands dispelled as Xoxi turned around, walking out of the alley way. She muttered something as she walked onto the sidewalk, looking back at the man one last time. "If I ever see you doing that again, you won't have it so easy."

Xoxi shook herself off as she returned to her path, trying not to think about what just happened.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

"Damn dark-elves," Ursaren muttered as he fixed his outfit, rolling his sleeves up while he did so and revealing multiple scars on his arms, born long ago from his best years. "I've met a few good ones, but the ones that did this are only a bit higher than my worst enemy." Ursaren stepped forward into the forge, continuing his chronicling of the entire place, but he closed his book as he walked into the halls, leaving the rest of the page not detailed. He didn't want to show this forge in the condition it was in to anyone who'd stumble upon his journal in the future... although, maybe one workbench wouldn't be so bad.

Ursaren walked over to one of the benches and began to detail it, closing the journal truly afterwards as he put it back in his bag. He looked to the rest of the group, a question placed on his mind. "Do you guys think this place is reparable? It's a shame to see it how it looks right now," Ursaren looked towards the anvil beside him as he spoke again. "... it reminds me too much of when I spent time at one of these things in my youth. I can't bear to see this place like it."

Ursaren lifted one of the items he found on the workbench beside him, a rather hastily-made short-sword. It was full of imperfections, but it felt right in his hand. Nobody would mind if he just borrowed it for a bit, would they? This place did seem abandoned after all.