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Current Welp. Now that I'm on winter vacation I can go ahead and start writing again!! Yay! Hopefully I can get that and commissions done!
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Hello! welcome to my profile. What levels of boredom brought you to this little tiny pixel on the internet? Either way..IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING:

I am a woman of many hobbies and writing is one of them. I'm not SUPER active like a ton of well devoted people are on here but I most certainly love to write. Also, as an extrovert, I love to communicate with other people. Writing and community, what a lovely combination!

As for my other hobbies I am a gamer at heart, my mind is consistently thinking of funny anime shit and my soul has been sold to get me magic the gathering cards. It was a great idea at the time...I think.

As well as my hobbies there is my main source of life and that's through my friends, school, and my artwork. I've hidden a Horcrux in each of them. shh. Either way if you are looking at this profile you are either already acquainted with me or are going to be in some way! or maybe you're just some fucking random person but hello to you to then! I hope to work well with everyone on here and write something fantastically amusing. Till then I'll probably be doing something and keeping busy. Carry on!

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Ralrisk, Marielle

Day 1, Morning.


The room was a disaster. It was one of the rooms that spotted the Tower with no real purpose other than to function as perhaps a meeting room of a quiet place to sit and think or work. Senechal could program the rooms for all manner of things from training to research. The current room was being used as a dressing room and it was quite clear things were not going well. Flopped on the table in the center of the room was the sole occupant. One of the glass tablets that were the norm for accessing the A.I.s that controlled the Tower as well as the data base for the Tower.

“Senechal come oooooon…” Ralrisk flopped onto her back and tapped the table a few times with her feet like an irritated teenage girl. “Seriously, we’ve tried like forty dresses. What the fuck.” Senechal sighed in exasperation as it stood with two dressed draped over its arms. Mistress, I’m not sure what exactly you are looking for.

Ralrisk rolled back onto her front and sighed defeatedly as she kicked her foot and pushed one of the discarded dresses off the top of the table into a heap on the floor. With a frustrated “uhg” Ralrisk burried her head in her arms. Perhaps I should call the Master of Blade to help?

“DONT YOU FUCKING DARE” Ralrisk flung the glass tablet at Senechal and it passed right through the A.I. bouncing off the wall before clattering to the floor. The look on her face was murderous as she glared at Senechal.

“Yo, Marrowblade sent me here to che--” The doorway now had a black-haired girl with a crop top and short shorts, her lips slightly parted and eyes widening more than usual at the sight of the violent scene. She paused for a moment before turning on her heel. “Well shit, I guess love has no boundaries, huh?” Marielle teased. “Should I come back later?”

Ralrisk whipped her head towards the door as she sat up on the table. Glaring daggers the shadows on the wall and floor seemed to wriggle and grow crawling towards the door. Finally figuring out that it wasn’t someone she felt like strangling Ralrisk flopped back on the table and let the shadows go back to normal. “What is it?” The Mistress of Shadow sigh heavily not caring what she or the room looked like at this point. Looking down she saw another dress was still on the table and she kicked it at Senechal. It passed through him the same as the table had before it struck the wall and crumpled on the ground.

Marielle turned back around and dug in her satchel, looking up as if it would help her focus before she pulled out a small glass sheet, holding it up. “I’m not a delivery bitch or anything, but have you gotten one of these thingies yet? Apparently you have yet to respond to the invitation and the wedding’s what, tomorrow?” Marielle looked at the date on the tech. “Tomorrow.” She grumbled under her breath as she stared down and attempted to organize her messy bag.

Sitting back up with a heavy Ralrisk scowled at Senechal again. “You TWAT! I told you I was going!...” She trailed off as she was bordering on tears. “What the hell?” The A.I. pulled up a guest list and tapped the Mistress of Shadow’s name changing it from yellow to a green. Your status has been undated. Is there anything else I can do for you? The dark haired woman shook her head and tucked her legs up under her chin. “Big help you’ve been; this was suppose to be fun but it’s just frustrating. You’re so not helpful.” Senechal didn’t given any sort of reaction My apologies Mistress. Perhaps I simply lack the skill to assist you in this. Popping her head back up Ralrisk scowled again and stuck her tongue out. “I swear Shard programmed you with attitude you ass.”

Marielle stared around at the room. “It looks like a ton of sweaty sumo wrestlers decided to have an orgy in this room.” She stared at Ralrisk blankly. “Were you asking the robot to help you get off or something? because your complexion looks pretty red and I can hear your breathing from all the way over here.” Marielle grinned in amusement with white teeth. “Sorry to rain on your parade but been there done that, not fun.”

Shooting Marielle a nasty look Ralrisk shifted her legs so she was sitting with her legs crossed. “Why are you such a bitch?” It was an insensitive question but at the same time it was a legitimate one. “I mean seriously, doesn’t it ever tire you out? Crow told me about how you decided to be a total ass to him for no reason. Do you get off on it or something?”

Marielle’s expression faded back to one that was blank, as if she were pondering the question like a philosophical one. “Call me whatever you want but I’m real. This is the whole package. I don’t do bullshit lady, so if you don’t like bitchy then don’t listen to it.” She scratched her head, looking up. “I wasn’t trying to be nasty to Crow, he was just being all creepy and shit looking at his dead collection like a child looks at toys. I guess I’m the same with my inventions though so I shouldn’t judge. I find it kinda funny that Raisin-face whined about it to you though.” Marielle inhaled slowly. It’d been a small while since she talked like this. It felt slightly alien going back to how she regularly conversed, like stretching muscles that haven’t been used in a while. Luckily for her though those muscles weren’t stiff.

Stifling a giggle Ralrisk smiled at Marielle. “He does kinda look like a raisin doesn’t he? I never thought about that. Although I don’t know why he wears that stupid Wyrdmask all the time. And yeah it is kinda creepy how he is always in the morgue. As for whining he wasn’t I asked him about women in his life. I should have known better than to think he’d understand what I meant. Did he really tell you to go play in the crematorium?” Propping her chin on her hands Ralrisk leaned towards Marielle as she sat on the top of the table.

Taken back from the girl’s response Marielle continued, leaning slightly against the wall. It was an old habit of hers, but it helped her think. “If he didn’t have on that mask I’d probably call him prettyboy, but who knows? I’m not racist against raisins so whatever.” She eyed Ralrisk, actually taking in her features before treading forward. “Look, I don’t gossip, but he did have a point. I tend to play with fire...probably a bit too much..” Her look was almost melancholy for a brief moment before fixing itself back to a pout. “I don’t want to eat dead people fire though, thank you very much.”

“Apparently he’s a super great bang if you can get him drunk enough.” Ralrisk raised her eyebrows twice in Marielle’s general direction. “And he is heeeeellla pretty when he doesn’t have that stupid mask on. But I wouldn’t know; it’s also ridiculously hard to get the fucker drunk. Stupid Elder Sidhe are no fun. It takes Eldrian Firewater to get him that drunk and that was the last time Kaela was here so she told me all about it after she got him in bed. Anyway. Did you really come all the way over here just to tell me about the wedding thing?” Ralrisk stretched like a cat as she climbed onto her knees and arched her back a few times.

Marielle grumbled. “Blondie also told me to help you out if you were having dress troubles, which…” She eyed Ralrisk’s room again before sighing. “Damn, that fucking pirate knows too much.” Yawning, Marielle threw down the satchel, which folded, then expanded into a suitcase. “She went off about how purple would look good on you or some shit.”

Ralrisk peered down at the suitcase. “Did you bring me a present?” She frowned. “Hey how does she know I was going to have trouble with a dress? That’s really irritating. Bad enough that Christian and Urthar constantly seem to be able to keep track of me.” Ralrisk narrowed her eyes. “I’m losing my edge.”

Marielle stared at her for a little while before beginning to unzip the suitcase. “Like I said I’m not a delivery bitch,” She frowned. “That doesn’t mean I don’t owe Marrowblade a few favors, though.” She thought about how nasty she was to her. Raven took her in and Marielle shut her out. The girl shook her head. “Don’t be offended by the fact that the woman brought you some dresses, she’s just easily amused. She probably guessed from your personality that you might need some extra shit to try on.” Marielle inhaled, realizing that the only edge she had to her abilities was her anger. The realization made her unsettlingly sad.

Ralrisk gave Marielle a dirty look. “The fuck is that suppose to mean? Are you saying I’m high maintenance?” Ralrisk pouted until she saw the dresses. “See this Senechal! Christian is marrying someone with a sense of fashion. Unlike you!” Senechal remained silent through the verbal abuse as Ralrisk turned back. “Sorry, I’ve been having a rough week. Not skin blisteringly rough but rough enough that I’ve turned poor Senechal into my personal bitch.” Picking up one of the dresses Ralrisk held it up before she looked around it at Marielle. “Is it super cliche that I’m the mistress of Shadow and purple is sort of my thing?”

Marielle shook her head to not only answer Ralrisk’s question but her grimy mood as well. “Nah. I’m a stone cold bitch but you don’t see me avoiding the color black.” She crossed her arms. “As for the whole high maintenance thing, it’s cute. Likeable to the right people. I don’t know if it’s you, since I don’t know you, but it’s definitely entertaining.” She froze, realizing her poor manners. Out of character, Marielle stood a little more upright. “I’m Marielle Spade, by the way. Sorry but I seem to forget the whole introductory shit people throw at each other.” She rolled her eyes at the annoying thought of people being polite and putting on a mask for the sake of introducing themselves.

Ralrisk sighed and flopped the dress. “No kidding. I swear the men around here are dumb as fuck.” Folding the first dress she set it on the table and picked up another and held it up looking at it before folding it and setting it on the table as well. “I’m Ralrisk Zalthrim, second heir to the Throne of Shadows, Mistress of Shadow, Blade of the Darkness, blah blah fucking blah.” Picking up a third dress she held it up to her chest she raised an eyebrow. “Thoughts?”

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Marielle eyed it before smiling genuinely, a rare look on the girl. “Hold your arms up for me please.”

Ralrisk handed Marielle the dress and held up her arms. “I hope this turns out better than the others or I might just have to go find someone real to punch. It’s not too princess right? Cause I have no problem with going for something more risque.” Ralrisk waited patiently for Marielle to finish her assessment.

Marielle’s memory flashed back to when she was helping a circus performer, one of her companions, into a dress before one of their shows started. Her expression changed to a gloomy one before she dug into her card box and pulled out a 2 of diamonds. She flicked the card on the sides of the dress a little before letting the purple fabric leave her fingertips, making the dress suspend in the air. The girl whispered some unintelligible words before flicking the card into the air as she snapped once. Suddenly the dress was on Ralrisk, a little ragged but fitting her perfectly, according to the knowledge of the card. Marielle walked up to her and adjusted the front of it a little before stepping back, finger and thumb to her chin. “Well, as the saying goes, the five thousandth one is the charm.” With that she winked, some of her performer’s charm popping out of her from the sweet taste of her will. Using her diamond cards always felt uplifting.

Ralrisk spun once and checked the way the dress fell on her. “Probably needs to be adjusted; that and Akime and I have to go find matching dresses since we’re bridesmaids.” With a twist of her lips she looked down over the dress again. “Senechal, board.” The A.I. held up a simple wooden board. With a fluid movement Ralrisk snapped her right leg out from underneath the dress and it split the board cleanly in two pieces which clattered to the floor. “Sweet.” Ralrisk held the pose with her leg still extended for a moment. “I think this is the one.”

Marielle yawned sleepily. “Good. I guess my favor is fulfilled. Cya….” Marielle started to head out the door before the world spun in her eyes and it twisted into black, causing her body to roughly fall to the floor.

Ralrisk caught Marielle right before her head bounced off the ground. “Damn it, what the hell.” With a heave Ralrisk picked up Marielle and looked at Senechal. “Let the med bay know I’ve got a patient. With that Ralrisk hiked up her the dress and ran with Marielle to the med bay.
Sewing the Wounds

Grin

Raven, Marielle

Day 1, morning


Though Blackwing was mighty and powerful, it also has the smaller rooms assigned for practicality, and a place for women to craft some of the most beautiful apparel. The queen of the ship resided in one of these rooms, her arms up as excited hands worked through the fabric attached to her. Devices circled her waist and chest to make measurements, along with her legs and several other locations on the human body that appeal to the femininity of a woman. Raven grumbled a little. “You know, I could just teleport a dress onto my body so all of you didn’t have to do so much work..” She started, bubbling a frown onto an old woman’s face. “Nonsense! Women like us can only dream to make a wedding dress for a goddess-to-be! A chance like this only happens once in several lifetimes!”
This brought a smile to Raven’s lips and she closed her eye. “Very well. Then make me the best dress for an important day in Galendar history.” Her metal eye patch covered her scarred eye, and she frowned at it in the mirror. Normally she wouldn’t nitpick something so miniscule in terms of facial beauty, but here she was, the pirate queen’s reflection furrowing her eyebrows. The young woman in front of her noticed this and stared up at Raven with turquoise eyes. “If you’re afraid that what’s behind the cover is impure then you have nothing to worry about. You’re always going to be the most beautiful woman in the stars.” Raven looked down at her in surprise before a pleased grin crossed her features. “Thank you Mary, you’re right. There are much grander things to worry about.” Besides, there shouldn’t be any worry in the first place. Because of the cut, Raven could now see all. And everything she saw around her made her smile. “I am so fortunate to have such a beautiful crew. I will never forget any of you for as long as I live.” She stroked the cheek of every face around her, a beautiful smile overwhelming her features. All of them smiled up at her before standing and bowing ever so slightly. “Your dress is finished Lady Marrowblade.”
And so it was. Raven stared in the mirror, pleased by the results. “Thank you, may the moonless night find you safety.” She grinned knowing that eventually the title would be passed on to her.

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It was damp, and cold. Marielle begrudgingly perched herself on the crows nest of Blackwing. The only noise was the roar of the wind, and the pounding in her ears. Though physically at her best, the girl couldn’t help but isolate herself from everyone. The loudmouth has now become the silent bird, overlooking her current residence. She was listening, for what, she didn’t know. She leaned back against the wooden boards, wrist on one knee as she looked up at the sky with wonder, juggling a reed in between her teeth. She found it among the food supplies so she gave it a home between her lips as she contemplated her senses. This was the closest to meditation Marielle has ever gotten, and since her petty battle against her mistress she has succumb to numb silence. She barely gave Iris, the medical attendant, two sentences before heading out the door.

The shadows grew long around Marielle as the world seemed to slow around her and turn a strange grey scale. It's been a long time my dear. Out of the corner of her eye Marielle could detect a figure standing with its back to the post of the mast that rose up through the crow’s nest. The man appeared to resist being properly focused on; however as when Marielle turned to see who it was it appeared as though he was staying just outside of her vision where should could focus on him. It was a disconcerting feeling knowing that someone was there but at the same time you couldn’t quite make them out. The sound of cards being shuffled rang through the strange grey scale world they were standing in. Is that dumb whore still keeping you on a tight chain beloved?

Marielle sagged in her position. “What do you want?” She said, anger flickering in her voice like a dying ember. She forced herself to ignore the pounding in her heart.

She couldn’t see it but it was almost as if the figure had frowned in the corner of her vision. I’m not allowed to check on you anymore? Just because you ran away with the circus doesn’t mean that you had to run away from me. The figure slid down the poll until it was seated again, just on the edge of her vision.

The black haired girl clenched her teeth. “You’re one to talk about disappearing. You left me, that’s why I ran away. To find you..” She swallowed the pained tone surfacing behind her throat. “Why are you here now, after I have finally decided to stop looking for you. You’re like a shitty bug that bothers me, and right when I forget about it it shows up again. Fuck you.” Marielle could feel it now, adrenaline. It flooded through her veins but the girl registered it as poison, not remedy. She wondered if she jumped from the crow’s nest how badly it would hurt once she hit the ground. The longer the time spent with this bastard, the less she gave a shit.

The man stood up. I came to warn you, the world as you know it is drawing to a close. I went home Marielle. I went back to the Wayfarer Inn. Ask Christian if you survive the coming darkness. It’s not something I or any of the other Gods can protect you from. Good luck my dear. If you live through it I’m sure you can find me if you cared to try. That and If you ever get away from this whore who has you under her boot. You know I tried killing her once? It almost worked too.

Marielle refused to budge, but a new anger was fanning her flames. “Yeah, ‘if I cared to try.’ You know you’re a real shithead right? I don’t give a damn about the world.” Marielle paused. “She’s not a whore, either. And even if she was she’s done a much better job of taking care of me then you ever will.” Her eyes turned gold but she refused to tense her body, folding her arms under her head. “I loved you, Xav. But you love yourself more.” The confession was brief, and Marielle was far too disturbed to care, but her voice was genuine.

The man slithered through the air around the edge of the crow’s nest seizing the front of her shirt and hauling her up with otherworldly strength. She founder herself staring into eyes that reflected infinity back at her. A thousand lives stared back at her, every path she could choose, every path she had taken, everything she had missed and everything she had gained. I will always love you, my dear. And I will always do more for you than she ever will, you just won’t ever see it. The strange pair hung suspended in air above the crow’s nest for a short eternity before Xandrius dropped her back onto the crow’s nest. Take care, Marielle. And with that the phantom was gone disappearing into a thousand broken pieces of a mirror.

Marielle stood there before sinking back into her original position, silent once more. After a long while she dug into her pocket and pulled out a small glass piece of tech, reviewing the contents she’s read over and over.

”Lady Marrowblade and Christian Highfell, the king and queen of stars finally engaged!”

Below it listed several dates and a teleport button to a specific location, only activated the day of the wedding. Marielle poked at the green button listed below it, accepting the invite. The reed in her mouth bounced a little from the mischievous girl. “It’s about time blondie.”



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EDIT:
Marielle's Theme Songs: This and this
Raven's Theme Songs: Instrumental and this

Blackwing: So I did some digging around and finally found a good image for Raven's ship.

Blackwing mini ships:
Okay, sorry I took so long you guys. I won't be SUPER active in this RP but I do want to be present for it :) I will try being as active as possible though I have my work cut out for me through school and a ton of other things. ^^; Here's the CS so far, let me know if I need to change anything to make it more suited to the RP. I tried doing some research and make it relevant but still unique. If it's not to your liking I'll completely understand and go with something else ^^

Name: Mizuki (美月) (or beautiful moon) Akarui (Bright)

Blood: Pure

Age by appearance: 25

Immortal age: 456

Appearance: 5’8”, (Tall) beautiful and antique looking. Pale white skin. Smells of expensive perfume


Rank: Guardian

Bio: Mizuki is a leader. Born to nobility, she has grown to her full potential in a Japanese atmosphere. Learning the proper mannerisms and politics of the nobles of Japan, Mizuki took the respected clan name of Akarui once she was of age. She has refined and honed skills in Ju Jutsu, Iai Jutsu, and kendo. She picks her battles carefully, however, and only wishes to use her katana when it is most necessary.

She is the flowing well of advice among her acquaintances, displaying a vast amount of knowledge. Mizuki spent most of her years in Iga, Japan, guiding and advising a small clan of ninja. Her masters and advisors were all descendents of Hattori Hanzō, the best ninja of them all.

She’s met a variety of people and knows quite a lot about the world and the things living in it. People have nicknamed her: “Egao,” or “Grin” because of the superstition that her smile brought fortune to whomever made it cross her lips. Rumors also say that whenever she kisses someone’s neck with those same lips they’re given unbelieveable bliss. Only the clan and the ones with true perception know what this rumor really means. Here she is, however, traveling in London. Whose nest is she a part of, and why is she here in the first place?
Hi everyone! I'm very interested in this RP. Merlin added me to the Discord chat so I'll drop in and say hi there as well. I've been trying to think of a character concept that hasn't already been taken in this RP and I think I have an idea. Let me know if/when you want me to post it OOC :)
Student versus Master

Day 2, morning

Wild Wind, themerlinhawk, Grin, Monochromatic Rainbow

Marielle, Raven, Adéla, Sirius, Shard, Megelis, Amber, Lazarus, Zachary, Ralrisk


Blackwing was peacefully quiet, as it always is many stories in the sky. Birds singing, wind massaging the sails, and many sleeping crewmates aboard. That all changed when a massive explosion blasted in the center of Blackwing’s beam, rocking the whole ship. It woke everyone, and the smoke could be seen from several miles away. So much for a quiet morning after all.

Amber jumped from her bed, her foot caught in the sheets and she crashed face-first on the floor. An explosion erupted in her brain at least as powerful as the real one, making her doubt for a moment that a real explosion even happened. She sat up and looked around disoriented for a second, her hair falling in frizzy strands in front of her eyes. Then her senses cleared and she jumped out of the room and out on the deck. The cold morning air hit her and coiled around her pjs, making her arms wrap around her for warmth. She stared out at the beam, trying not to shiver.

A whistle on her left made her turn only to see the face of a handsome young man she’d never seen before. His eyes travelled up and down her shorts and tank-top, lingering in places where a man’s eyes always lingered. “Do I need to hit you?” She asked. He smiled bitterly and pushed himself up from the ship’s wall. “Someone already did that yesterday so please refrain yourself.” He peeled his eyes off to stare at the explosion’s direction. “She’s finally making her move.” He grinned.

Adéla was still awake, testing out her newfound abilities and recording the results on her computer. She wasn’t getting too adventurous with them, but some interesting nuances had made themselves known to her through this method. Still, she would have to ask later about any books she could read to further her-

A shockwave rattled through the building, jarring Adéla out of her mildly sleep deprived fog as she jolted to her feet, mind racing. Dressing as fast as she could in the dilatant base of her armor and grabbing her sidearm just in case, she raced to the elevator and upon reaching the floor where she thought the shockwave had originated from, raced for where the source seemed to be.

Ah, so she had been right, at least as to the location. “What in the hell…?” She muttered, looking around for someone who might’ve had at least some idea of what was happening.

Megelis slid into the hallway beside Adéla. “Son of a bitch why in the world is..” Megelis caught sight of Adéla. “I assume you heard that too given the current state of your gear.” Megelis wasn’t wearing any of his armor but his sword was held in his left hand still in the sheath.

“No, I definitely did not feel that powerful shock wave.” Adéla snarked, “You have any idea who’s attacking, if it’s an attack? I don’t see anything else, and no more explosions, it seems to be just the one.” She cracked her knuckles, watching the ship closely, “Perhaps one of us should grab a first aid kit, just in case.”

Megelis frowned. “Sentinel hasn’t alerted anyone… Okay grab a medkit, I think that was the Blackwing.” Megelis turned and tapped a wall panel. “Eve, would you meet me and Adéla at the Blackwing? Something just went down and I’d like some backup in case Adéla and I need some magic.” With that he turned back. “I’ll call the elevator meet you at the end of the hall.”

Adéla didn’t have to go far to find a medkit she could take. It was a rather sizeable affair actually, about as large as an average sized backpack, the nurse she’d gotten it from had said it was designed for EMTs arriving on scene with little support. Apparently, it even included a collapsing stretcher, somehow.

She slung the kit over her shoulder and ran for the elevator. In the back of her mind she wondered if she would have need to use her own recently discovered abilities, but she extinguished those thoughts and caught up with Megelis. “Got it. Let’s go see who’s causing that racket.”

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”GET OUT HERE.”

Marielle snarled. ”I’M TIRED OF PLAYING FETCH FOR YOU OLD LADY. GIVE ME BACK WHAT’S MINE.” Her fist lay on the hard flooring of Blackwing’s largest portion, crumbs of combustion sprawled around it. Lady Marrowblade was the last person she wanted to have her will under constriction. The captain never listens to what she has to say, and at this rate she’ll never give it back. I have to take it from her by force. No bitch has the right to my will but me. Marielle stood up and stretched, eyeing one of Raven’s surprised pirates. “Look,” She growled. “Find Lady Bitchface and tell her that she needs to get her ass kicked.” The pirate gave her a look of disbelief, a look of almost pity. Marielle grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, a dark look capturing her features. ”I know you heard me fucker.

“That’s enough, Marielle.”

There she was, clad in her full armor. The pirate queen. Her eyes were a deep red, staring into her student like hot ice. Her voice was sharp enough to cut the top of an entire forest.

Over Raven’s left shoulder Shard stood watching with folded arms and eyes full of storm clouds. He made no move to interfere with the two women. Shards armor was different than before, it was composed of a breastplate and the fluid storm crystals connecting his gauntlets and Greaves. The Heart of Storms hung from his left hip in its sword form. “Young Lady, I would advise you to rethink your course of action.” His voice was calm and soothing but there was a clear warning in it.

There she was. The boss’ lover, the Pirate Queen, Raven Marrowblade… a legend in the flesh. Her eyes hid secrets he couldn’t even imagine. “Are you serious?” Sirius whispered, a smile twitching on his lips. “She’s gonna challenge that?!” This girl was braver than him.

Beside him Amber withheld a laugh. This was a long time coming and Raven should have expected it. A girl like Marielle could only be pushed so far until she snapped… and she could never be tamed. It had taken Akime a hundred years to take the same edge off herself, and that was probably only possible because she was already dead. When she spotted the half-hidden master of the tower, her smile froze. The one man she never wished to see again, the same stormy eyes that still haunted her nightmares.

Amber turned and ran back to her cabin. Sirius didn’t spare her as much as a glance.

Marielle’s dark scowl turned upwards in a maniacal grin. ”THERE YOU ARE.” She cackled. Her eyes were bright orange like an old brewing star. ”Took you long enough, old lady. I was just about ready to turn this,” she holds up the pirate further, who makes no effort to squirm from her grip. “Into crisp.” Marielle then gripped air. The pirate she clutched was gone. What?!

He was in Raven’s arms, not a single gold hair out of place.

“Marielle, your frustration is with me. Not with the innocent.” The pirate suddenly appeared in the crowd of Raven’s crew and members of the tower. Almost everyone jolted at the sudden appearance, and the pirate just stared at Raven. He knew his Lady’s power all too well. Raven showed no signs of movement.

Marielle was shaking with rage. “Then stop hiding behind Shard like a DOG, if you’re all powerful, PROVE IT.” Fire surrounded Marielle like a magnet to her skin, slithering around her. ”Give me my will back.”

Raven’s lips gently frowned at the edges. “Marielle...I’ve done this to protect--”

“STOP PROTECTING ME!” Marielle blasted. “STOP. GIVE ME MY WILL BACK TO FIGHT YOU.”

A purple dome spiraled around the two, separating the duo from the crowd as Raven’s heels gently clapped against the floor. She made her way to the center, eyes locked on Marielle. Raven knew at this point there was no use resisting. She wanted her student to be safe at all cost, but she’d long realized it was putting her companions in danger. She was smarter than to let this go on any longer. It has been a while since she brawled against a woman in this manner. There was a flash of expression as Raven eyed the girl of flames, as if she were staring in a mirror. It quickly evaporated back to her usual expressionless demeanor. I wonder if this was how the chimera felt. She entertained the thought while inhaling.
Raven had created a magical barrier around the two, to prevent any recoil for Marielle’s will. She knew that she could never miss be it she had to use her own, her student, however, was more wild with her swings.
Sorry, Christian, our...date...will have to wait for a moment. she slipped the words into his mind. Faster than a blink of an eye Raven’s armor popped into thin air, leaving the woman in a white tank top, black under hand wraps (Save for her tech arm) and long pants that tucked up at the knee, leaving black footwraps covering her bare legs and feet. The woman had her hood up covering her face. Normally this would block all human vision, but this way she could see all. Her bare shoulders displayed black tattoos that shone like oil. Tattoos of a queen of midnight. Standing as still as ice, she waited, before finally exhaling. This granted Marielle her full capacity back.

“As you wish, Marielle.”

The student burst into flames, a loud roar thundering from the explosion, smoke flooding and shaping from inside the dome like an orb before being released at the bottom. Oh...fuck...yes…. Marielle’s heart sang with the union of her captured power, turning her skin into raw energy. The corners of her eyes winced from the pain, but a grin melted and stretched her lips. Locksis…. She laughed. I hope you’re watching. With that she jammed a ten of spades into her arm.

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Not a problem Christian sniffed the air and turned his head to look over his shoulder at the cabin; the strangest feeling that he had smelled something on the air once a long time ago coming over him. With a shrug he dismissed it. A man in grey and tan detached himself from the crowd and made his way over to Shard, the man’s hair immediately gave him away. “Lazarus, come to see the fun I assume?” The other man raised an eyebrow “Fun? Gee I love the prospect of death on a grand scale so early in the morning. Nothing like that to get the Grand Lich’s attention am I right?” Lazarus deadpan was erased by the appearance of another individual. “You know that never works on me.” Shard chuckled and Lazarus looked at him like he was crazy. Ralrisk detached herself from the shadow behind Shard and approached to his other side. Her face was sour like a pouting teenager. “How do you do that.” Shard just chuckled and turned back to Raven and Marielle, “I can smell you a mile away, no matter how you change your shampoo or perfume you still smell like the Shadow realm.” He hastily added when she shot him a dirty look “Not that, that is a bad thing.”

Lazarus peered at Ralrisk. “Is this the brat you took in when her sister tried to kill her?” Shard glared at Lazarus and Ralrisk cowered a little. “Lay off her Lazarus.” Lazarus looked taken aback for a moment. “Sorry, she just grew up really fast. i wasn’t sure.” Shard shrugged “Well when you’re locked-” Lazarus returned the glare and Shard chuckled.

Zachary approached Blackwing and descended to the deck. It appeared that the hot head had decided to go supernova. Vulture landed on his shoulder. Shivering Zachary made eye contact with Lazarus, it was uncomfortable being this close to the Avatar of Death. Vulture adjusted himself before settling in on Crow’s shoulder. “Stupid. You’re going to get yourself snuffed. The hell would you fight Raven for?” Crow frowned. “Dumbass”

Adéla emerged from the elevator with Megelis in tow only to be greeted with… not what she’d expected. She looked back to Megelis for some inkling of what was happening here before shrugging and moving a little closer to better get a sense of things. Spotting a familiar face in the crowd, she made her way over to Christian, folding her arms over her chest as she watched the altercation in front of them. “So… what’s happening here, exactly?”

Christian looked up as Megelis and Adéla arrived “Marielle is renegotiating the terms of her contract with Raven it would appear.” Megelis shook his head. “That sounds like a bad idea, Raven can safely go ten rounds with you. Marielle is in for the ass beating of a lifetime.” Megelis rolled on of the barrels on the deck over and perched on it folding his legs; laying his sword across his lap. “Adéla if you wanna settle in, this shouldn’t take that long.” Christian chuckled at that. A motion caught his eye and he turned towards Ralrisk who was pointedly ignoring Megelis on the other side of him.

You and Ris having a fight? Megelis looked up at Christian whose eyes were now a bronzed gold. She’s been acting all weird since we got on board Nemesis. I don’t know what happened. Shard turned back to the two combatants I suspect that you are probably leaving out a key detail. Megelis snorted Yeah a detail I don’t see as being important but clearly she does.

Adéla wasn’t exactly sure what to think of the situation. “So, she woke everyone up so she could have an argument with Raven? What kind of…” She shook her head, leaning against a nearby beam as she folded her arms over her chest. “Well, I brought this first aid kit here, so if someone ends up bleeding out we can do a little more than just stand around gawking.” She noticed another woman who seemed to be steadfastly ignoring the boss of the Tower. Another person she should know and didn’t, she presumed. Curiosity prodded at the back of her mind but she shushed it for the moment, she could ask when there wasn’t a potentially very lethal fight going on.

Sirius’ eyes narrowed when Marielle’s whole body went ablaze and then averted his gaze. That’s when he spotted the whole elite of the Tower, along with some new faces at the opposite end of the deck. Even the girl who hit him earlier was there. Hmph. Perhaps a piece of debris would avenge him. Then again, the light surrounding Lady Marrowblade probably wouldn’t allow it. For a moment he considered strolling over to the Tower Knights (after all, they were his people whereas the pirates surrounding him were complete strangers) but decided against it. He’d have to walk way too close to the two fighting women and that would probably be unwise. So he just leaned back on the side of the ship and shoved his hands in his pockets. He hoped the show was good, it was early in the morning and it was still pretty cold. Then again – his lips stretched – it seemed like Marielle was about to change that.

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It hurts… Marielle’s grin matched the wild flames dancing around her body. Just a fifth of spades is lethal, using twice the energy could tear her body apart. She was not one to care about pain, though, not so long as her opponent hurt worse than her. Her muscles were stiff as they went for the deck in her pocket, eyeing her master for any movements.

Raven’s eyes shone with concern. Her soft words bleeding into Marielle’s head, a slightly tough edge on them. Marielle… The lady knew that the path the girl was taking was dangerous. Using way more power than her body could handle was not wise.

The student ignored them, however, and charged her. She quickly collapsed the distance between the two and sent a right cross straight for Raven’s head. It felt as if she didn’t move, but the woman’s head tilted to the side, and Marielle completely missed. This threw off her balance and sent her to the wall of Raven’s magic, flames all around her combusting like a grenade. It was as if Raven completely changed the placement of her body as Marielle threw the punch.
Marielle roared and threw herself back at Raven, throwing punch after punch in explosive consistency. The last punch Marielle threw caused an uppercut of flames, smoking the area in grey.

When it cleared, Raven stood, completely unharmed. Marielle stared in disgust. The student threw her arms up in the air, collapsing a ton of molecules and forcing them to speed up. The ball of light in her hands grew to twice the size of her head before throwing it straight for Raven, the light exploding, and filling the barrier dome with physical light.

Raven was behind Marielle. She had her arms behind her back, unphased. Her eyes were distant, as if they were staring through the absolutely livid being in front of her. Marielle quickly spun out of reflex, lifting her leg up in a kick as she used her body to power it. Raven caught it, with no resistance. The captain gently released her hold on Marielle and the motion forced the girl’s body to obey a terrifying push, violently pulling her to the complete opposite end of the barrier.

The slick elixir of Raven’s voice melted into venom. “Stop this…Now.

Marielle lay on the floor. Her body shook as she placed her palms on the ground and pressed down, forcing herself upright. She spat blood, painting the wooden boards with small dots of red. Parts of her skin were peeled due to the overuse of the power. No… In her hand clutched a card. Using all her effort, while releasing a pained grunt, She jammed it into the tenth of spades. Lady Marrowblade’s face darkened after the card shone from the sunlight. The joker. “Why….” Marielle started inching towards her. “Won’t you..just..DIE?!” She suddenly moved so fast it was hard for the average eye to see, forcing herself at Raven. Marielle’s limbs violently thrashed around in structured punches and kicks, throwing everything against Raven’s body, marking it for death. The pirate queen’s body morphed from the impacts, twisting and cracking from the raw power. The sound of gunfire and smell of burning skin erupted in the air as Marielle threw a long, nasty flurry.

Marielle’s voice contorted to a dark, loud rumble as she laughed. Then, there was another sound. Breaking and evaporating glass. Marielle’s eyes turned from chaotic to surprised, and before the world could see it Raven punched Marielle’s cheek from behind, the ten of spades and joker in the woman’s hand. Marielle had no room or time to scream and was sent rocketing into the barrier’s wall again. A loud rumble snaked itself around the entire ship from the impact, before it gradually fell in decrescendo to complete silence. When the smoke faded Raven was in the center, staring down at her student’s mangled body. Her expression was unreadable, like a grim reaper.

Adéla impassively watched the scene unfold with her mouth set in a firm line. She felt rather sorry for Marielle, at least, from her rather ignorant perspective on the matter. Why the girl had decided to challenge Raven in the first place however, perplexed her. It was painfully obvious she was nowhere near the older woman, so why potentially get herself killed for a little money?

She’d seen similar curb stomps in the Stygian Blade as a matter of fact. Even participated in some herself. Some up and coming wet behind the ears rookie would get it into their head that they were hot shit, and decide to challenge one of the older and more powerful members for their position, or something silly. Such scenarios usually ended up in the challenger being carted out on a stretcher, if not outright dead. She’d had to deal with it herself as she ascended the ranks. A recently joined grunt would get it into her head after a successful raid or somesuch that she was more qualified than the Lord-Commander put in charge of the operation - which usually ended in a corpse. Where the SB recruited such idiots from, she wasn’t sure.

All this came to mind as she watched the fight unfold, and dark images of broken bodies and mangled corpses danced in the back of her mind as she watched the hopelessly outmatched girl wage a fruitless struggle against a far superior opponent. She could still feel the questioning blank stare of countless dead eyes a- no. She closed her own eyes for a moment - that was behind her now. She wasn’t a high ranking member of a terrorist organization, wasn’t executing people daily, was just waiting with a first aid kit for the inevitable outcome of this fight.

Sirius was watching the fight with lips slightly parted and a look of excitement in his eyes. The thundering sounds and blasts of fire and light would have made him flinch if he wasn’t so lost in his own thoughts. He was trying to understand a situation that was beyond his comprehension, a dozen question and scenarios playing out in his mind.

What was the source of such rage? It was obvious to anyone what the little girl was no match for the pirate queen. Yet she had come here, demanding this match… to regain her will? But why not just leave after she got it. There was either something deeper going on here or the little knight was simply that petulant. Or was Marielle just plain suicidal? It intrigued him greatly. He watched her vigilantly and savoured the way their bodies moved in unison.

As the fight finished, almost as quickly as expected, he approached the women… just as a girl peeled off the crowd on the other side and stood in front of him. Ah…. That one. His eye twitched before getting locked by her coldly contemptuous ones.

“Leave.” She said simply, her glare like ice as the few scattered flames still burned behind the barrier.

Sirius frowned with a sour twist to his lips. “High temperatures can cause irreversible damage to a human, body, especially the brain. …Something you’re surely prepared to dealing with.” He mocked, eyeing the first aid kit.

He put a hand on the barrier and glanced Raven’s eyes, looking for any disapproval or warning. “May I?” He asked, ignoring the little twerp next to him.

Adéla continued to glare icicles at Sirius as she pushed him aside. “Perhaps,” she stated coolly, “letting the little sadist attend to her wouldn’t be advisable. I…” She paused, she didn’t know any healing magic, “I have a stretcher, we should get her to an infirmary.”

Raven’s eyes slid up to Sirius’s, then Adéla’s, her expression cold and lifeless, staring thousands of years into the past. Her stare glided back down to Marielle laying on the ground, the red in her look suddenly lifelike when her student stirred. “She’s still alive,” She whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

The cold voice rang out from behind Raven. “She isn't going to pass over in my presence. Death itself bends to my will. You have no fear of killing her.” Lazarus stood next to Shard in the same spot he’d been through the whole fight. “You could even conceivably tear her apart and she would still live if I chose to bar the way.” Shard gave Lazarus a look and he stopped talking. Folding his arms and resuming his stony silence as he observed.

Marielle’s voice was but a mere whisper, but it was enough for the lady to hear. She hears all. ”Why...won’t you tell me where he is…?” She coughed and shivered, whole body going numb. ”You...promised…” Finally, the student’s breathing slowed as she passed out on the beam of blackwing.

Immediately Raven shot her hand out, collecting the moon energy that created the barrier before turning on her heel and walking away. Her lips moved, but nobody could hear it save for one. As the last of the barrier died down a girl ran to the center of the scene, her long red hair glistening from the early morning sunlight as she strode towards Marielle slowly. Before anyone could blink Raven’s armor was back on her body before she vanished from sight.

Rolling his eyes at Adéla’s suspicion, Sirius decided to ignore the threat and crouched down next to Marielle. Carefully he lifted her head and rested it in his lap. At the initial contact he literally burnt his fingers on her skin but a quick water spell fixed that. Mist started rising from his hands as he held the girl’s body up, enveloping her to cool her down gently and steadily.

“Now if we just had a stretcher.” He smiled at Adéla, implying he’s ready to surrender his patient over.

Adéla didn’t say anything, pulling out the stretcher from the oversized first aid kit and gently maneuvering her onto it. She pulled out a small tube and flicked it twice before pressing it firmly against Marielle’s arm, hopefully that would dull the pain somewhat. Slinging the pack over her back she moved to the rear end of the stretcher, looking over to Sirius as she murmured just loud enough for him to hear, “Take the other side, please.” Sirius did without much commentary.

The girl with long scarlet hair approached the duo, eyeing the new patient with her minty glass eyes. She was silent, taking her hand and feeling the top of Marielle’s forehead to check her temperature, deep in focus.

Adéla looked over, “Can we safely move her,” she paused, “Eh… what’s your name?”

The girl looked up and gave a smile with white teeth. A soft whisper flooded into Adéla’s ears. Her voice was like melted butter, and sang like the most exotic birds in spring. ”Hello. I am the main medical source for blackwing. It is nice to meet you. I can tell you’re very caring.” With that her smile faded back to a look of concentration, getting a read on Marielle’s most fatal wounds.

That wasn’t quite the answer she’d be looking for. Adéla pressed again, “Yes, it’s wonderful that you think I’m nice, and we can talk about that later. But I need to know if we can safely move her to the infirmary. Anything we can do out here will be much better in there.”

The strange girl nodded.

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Shard turned to Megelis “I’d say the girl has talent. I think it’s gone relatively uncultivated though until now” Megelis nodded absently “Since when can Lady Marrowblade move faster than I can see?” Ralrisk snorted and Megelis gave her a dirty look. Shard’s lack of intervention made his two lieutenants look at him. The distant gaze made both of them frown. Shard finally spoke “Might be good for her to have an instructor, with that much power she could cause some serious problems for the Tower without discipline…” Megelis watched Shard but his confused stare suddenly turned to a look of abject horror. “No way. Shard! you can’t be serious. That BITCH burned down half of Kevin’s watch with ONE MATCH. One Match!!” Ralrisk maintained the confused look until it suddenly dawned on her who was being discussed. “She’s Stygian! You can’t bring her here.” Shard frowned at Ralrisk “Just because she was born with a Stygian name doesn’t mean that she is a member of the Stygian blade.” Lazarus raised an eyebrow at the conversation. “Who are we talking about?” Megelis turned to Lazarus “Lady Firebrand.” Lazarus eyebrows shot up at that. “Fuck. That. Kaelia the Tarot is fifty different kinds of bad news and that is not including her capacity to melt durasteel. Shard I know you’re different but I didn’t realize you were stupid.” It was Shard’s turn to act surprised. “Kaelia came to us after you left...how do you..?” Lazarus muttered “Reputation, there is only one person who could make these two scared. Besides she’s about as mature as Marielle is, you want her to teach Marielle how to use fire? Jesus when did you acquire a thrice damned death wish.”

Shard gave all three of them a condescending look “Luckily none of you are my Mistress of Sight, I’ll talk to Raven but I think this is a much more productive idea than you are giving me credit for.”

All three of them gave Shard a less than agreeable stare.

“I said I’d talk with Raven, calm down.”

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Binding

Day 2, morning

Grin, themerlinhawk

Raven, Shard


There was a familiar blonde who was in a particular study. Not her own, of course. She lay across the desk of her beloved, face buried inside a particular book about stygian history. Raven didn’t particularly like reading in her human years, but as her divine blood kept her heart beating over the years she found ancient pleasure with eyeing the pages and devouring their sustenance. It’s not a bad idea to read about the history of her previous business partners, after all. Wars, confusion in leadership, peace, politics, it was all there. The way the stygian were, and the stygian empire is now are two completely different things. Raven didn’t really love stygian leadership to begin with, even when she was woven inside it, but they sure gave her some hell of an adventure in her human years. Her thoughts dance back to the day she stood on Christian’s back as he reined electric spit over an entire army of druids. A quiet mouth cascades a warm chuckle from her memory.

Warm hands found Raven’s back as she laughed. Christian had slid into the study quietly and crept up on her. Everytime he saw her his heart skipped a beat. It was hard to adjust to this after so long of never seeing her, now he saw her everyday without fail. “What’s this? I never figured that you would be the kind to read anything and yet here you are?” Christian slid into the chair behind the desk and leaned back in it a little as he ran his eyes over her again. “And might I ask what you are laughing at?”

Raven’s smile didn’t waver. She knew the dragon would have come in here sooner or later. Her eyes didn’t wander from her book, but to acknowledge his presence she leaned back into his hands a little, like a cat brushing up against its companion. “A lot of things change,” Her mellow voice rumbled in her throat. “After all the years I’ve come to like reading. Reminds me of the old days.” Her small grin blossomed. “I was thinking back to when we basically obliterated the druids.”

The Dragon smiled as he settled a bit. “Yeah, I remember that. You know weirdly, the Dark Druids haven’t been a problem since we won that first war. I haven’t seen them in all the years that you’ve been gone.” Shard pursed his lips as he continued to stroke her back lovingly. “Infact a lot of things went quiet over the years.” His eyes were a thousand miles away as he absently stroked her back.

She turned to face him. “But you’ve just gotten louder, huh? building something so noticeable…” She lifted a hand to cup his cheek and gently caress it with her watery touch.

Christian caught her hand against his face. “Well I had to be noticeable with you gone that way you could come find me when you got back. “ His eyes finally came back to the present as he looked at her. “So this might be a bit forward but did you have any thoughts on a wedding?” Christian twisted her ring a little to remind her.

Raven’s smile faded a little. “I’ve never really gave it much thought, to be honest.” And she was right. Throughout all the years of running around in the stars she’d never thought of the adventure proceeding the one on her finger. It was foreign to her,traditions for ceremony. Raven’s eyes wandered around the room, as if an idea would be held elsewhere from Shard’s features.
“We could do it here. Things have settled down and most of the Knights have returned. I’m sure there are plenty of women here that would flock to you to help you prepare if you wanted. Ralrisk would never admit it but I’m sure she’d be happy to help and Eve would for sure.” Christian settled his arms on the desk next to her and leaned his head on his arms. “Or we can always put it off a little. I have all the time in the world, lucky for me.”

Raven’s focused frown turned back to its usual warm uplift as she entwined her fingers in Christians and squeezed. “Why don’t we give it a little time, then, when we get a particular idea for it we can capitalize on that.” Raven chuckled. “I’m sure all my men on my crew would love to see me all dressed up and happy, anyway.” She paused. “Akira, too, and all the others. They should come and celebrate as well.”

Christian nodded “That sounds excellent to me.” He squeezed her hand gently as he sat with her. Christian’s eyes suddenly narrowed as something rippled through the Tower. “That...was odd..” Sitting up Christian’s eyes clouded over with liquid bronze. “What..was that?”

Raven felt a strange shiver down her back. She quickly stood up and put a hand on one of her sheathed weapons. “I sensed that too.” She clenched her teeth.

Christian rose and the air crackled around him. “Someone opened a Way, that’s not possible. That requires an Avatar...And Lazarus is still in the Library and you are here with me..” Christian looked at her and flicked his hand. The Ace of Storms sprung from it and unfolded in his left hand. “Care to come on an adventure?”

Raven smiled grimly. “Let’s suit up on blackwing.”

@TheUnknowable Okay, I took a look over your character sheet and I would like a little more elaboration on the tech, what it actually can do/is capable of would be nice :) I love the possessions, those are pretty great. As for his abilities I'd also like for you to explain more about his enchanting skills. Digging the Race and the fact that he is an archer, I'm sure Christian Highfell will get along with him well :) , and also enjoying the image for Cleric17. Thank you for posting!
Breaking, Entering, and other Illegal Things.

Wind Wild, Grin, Tracy, Merlin, Monochromatic Rainbow

Day 1, Evening

Ludelle, Crow, Calder, Adele, Marielle


Crow shifted the magic he was drawing on from the air around him to the skull hanging from a strap slung from his right shoulder. The Wyrdshield was going to burn the magic in the Souleater. As Adèla took off and the guard ran for the other sound of destruction coming from the far side of the prison Crow dropped his mask. Looking from Calder to Marielle he moved to a doorway and pushed it open. Son of a bitch. It actually just drops off into nothing. Sure enough the pit of southgate prison yawned in front of Crow as he stared out into the blackness. Looking up the cylinder he grimaced. “This is gonna be a bitch.”

Calder looked in, and noticed the bars were far enough apart to be used as hand and foot holds, and shrugged, he’d be a little heavy for the bars, but then causing chaos was part of the plan, right? Still, if he did that, he’d be unable to defend himself from any guards, and that would be problematic. Still it would be a useful card to keep in reserve, just in case. He grunted in response to Crow’s observation, and waited for one of the floating platforms to arrive. A guard rode the platform over, and waited while Calder was escorted on by Crow and Marielle, before taking the platform to the designated destination.

Marielle was surprisingly silent, save for some erratic breathing patterns. Past the illusion of her guard uniform Marielle was actually sweating a little. Everyone’s heads must be swarming with ideas, thoughts, and possibly fears, but if one were to peek into the folds of her mind they would find nothing but an empty void. She stepped slightly ahead of Crow and Calder, face expressionless. If they were to observe her thoroughly, however, they would see a slight twitch in the muscles on her arms and head every now and then…

Adèla jogged to the nearest mainframe access point, casting a quick glance down the hallway to make sure she was alone before slipping a small memory stick from a compartment in her armor and slotting it into the unsecured node. Well, it wasn’t unsecured per se, but the security was so lax even she with her minimal hacking skills was able to bypass the halfhearted encryption. Anyone trying to do this remotely would find a Herculean task, from within the walls of the prison itself? Security might as well have not been there.

Her custom written worm immediately slipped into the system undetected, depositing its rootkit in every single node it came across and rapidly seizing control. Within three minutes, the entire computer network of Southgate Prison was under her control, and with her hard coded and encrypted access key? Nobody was any the wiser.

Fingers flying like lightning, she redirected all four guard patrols heading to Cell Block A over to the “Disturbance” in H Wing, hopefully the addition of an extra twenty heavily armed goons wouldn’t mess things up too much. She wasted no time in locking down the sector and transferring all local control to the keycard she had embedded in her gauntlet and wiping the logs of any traces that she had been in the system, purging the worm and its rootkit with a few keystrokes, but not before sending a simple audio message over the cell block intercom, everyone could hear it as she cooed into the microphone, “Calder, it’s so dull here, and those manacles look rather uncomfortable. Be a dear and help me liven things up?” She terminated the connection, finishing the system wipe as she stood back from the console with the world’s largest shit eating grin. “Time to party.” She chuckled to herself, triggering a wireless signal to the two charges she’d planted behind the guards, tapping into the camera feed just in time to see their bodies sent flying from the force of the explosions. Of course, every other security camera had been disabled, Cell Block A would be an inaccessible blind spot. She whistled a merry tune as she jogged back to the group, HMG at the ready.

The guard wasn’t given a chance to react, Calder spun neatly and planted a foot in the small of the guard’s back, sending him flying forward over the rail, and then tumbling down into excercise pit. Continuing the spin, Calder popped the gimmicked shackles and threw them after the guard, in case the fall wasn’t enough to silence him. Then he pulled out the mini-gun he’d been given for the mission, and cleared an approaching platform of its guards with a couple seconds of sustained fire. He looked to Marielle, and nodded toward the controls. “You think you can get us where we need to be? I’m pretty sure I can handle covering our backs, if you and Crow can watch our front and top.” He moved to the back of the platform, and knelt on one knee, bracing the mini-gun against his waist, parallel to the platform. His eyes swept the cells looking for their target and wandering guards, mostly the latter though. He relied on Marielle and Crow to get them to the proper cell on time.

Crow looked up the shaft. “I see another group. Hold on”

With a lunge Crow hurtled into empty space arms spread out and he began to plummet before he burst into a mass of black feathers and angry caws. The swirling murder of crows with metal claws and red cybernetic eyes ascended the shaft in the beat of a hundreds of wings bearing death. The platform above held a few guards. As the mass of Crows approached they opened fire. The murder slammed into them and flung them from the platform. The last remaining guard pinned to the wall cowering as Crow reformed, grabbed the guard by the throat and flung him from the platform to plummet to his death. “Clear.”

The prisoners had begun to cry out for release promising help, death and other ravings. That was until He appeared. One of the Warden’s of Southgate prison descended on one of the platforms. Only this one was independent of the wall of the prison it simply floated in air. ”Stand down intruders and you will be granted a fair trial. Resist and I will use lethal force.”

Adèla emerged from a corridor nearby, coming to an almost screeching halt as one of the Wardens of the prison emerged. That was… not part of the plan.

She spared a half second to glance at the security readout, no breaches, he’d been in the cell block the whole time. She gulped, unsure of if he’d seen her yet. Nonetheless she tightened her grip on her weapon, gently flicking the safety off and lining up the visor’s crosshairs with the Warden’s neck.

She narrowed her eyes, judging by the voice, this was the guy who’d made nothing but innuendos while she was working on the construction of the prison…

She gritted her teeth and opened fire, the thunderous roar and shockwaves of the heavy machine gun slammed into her like a brick wall as it thundered, sending at least fifty of the anti-material projectiles at the armored figure. “I reserve the right to remain silent, but I’m not gonna!” She shouted over the roar of the weapon, and repeating herself after the burst was over, broadcasting it on her suit’s voice amplification system, before adding, “Summary execution isn’t due process.”

The repulsor field around the Warden shimmed from the impact of the projectiles. Turning on its platform it seemed to look down at Adèla. “You have been warned.” It tossed a handful of orbs into the air which took flight around the Warden. Before they open fired with energy based beam weapons searing the area in which Adèla was standing with high precision particle beams. Clapping its hands together and drawing them apart slowly arcs of green lightning leapt back and forth across its gauntlets before it thrust the hands forward sending an arch of green lightning towards Calder and Marielle. Before turning and firing a net made of hardlight energy at Crow.

Calder turned at the sound of the warden’s voice, and considered it carefully. It looked heavy, and powerful. This was going to take more time than Calder wanted to spend here… So he burned a little magic from his vanguards to capture, amplify, and redirect the lightning bolt right back at the Warden. That wasn’t a trick Calder could afford to repeat often, as he’d need those reserves later he was sure. He raised his mini gun and began hurling 20 mm HEI at the platform, hoping to destroy it, or at least damage it enough to compromise the warden’s footing. Calder fired in bursts of eight to ten rounds trying to spread the damage as evenly as possible across the platform.

The warden pulled its platform up to block the lightning and then the rounds from the gun as it sprung through the air to the other side of the cell block. Another platform launched from the wall and the warden landed on it. Moving above the old platform as it crumbled in air the warden fired a canister into the hallway, it hissed as it released a neurotoxin which would induce paralysis. Give up, you can not win. This is my realm. Criminal.

Crow cut through the strands of hardlight with his Talons. This was turning into a real shit storm, the Wardens were gods within these walls. Not only that but they were almost completely magic independent. The best technology was what went into that warden’s armor and ontop of that if they did end the antimagic field. It would just free the Warden to channel the power of Exandra which would make this even more nasty. Walking to the edge of his platform Crow tucked his submachine gun against his shoulder and open fire raining metal on the Warden.

Marielle stepped in front of the line of fire, the liquid metal around her legs splitting and snapping along her back and chest to catch a few of the scattered bullets before she shot an arm up. The girl turned her cheek slightly to Calder and Crow so they could see a dark grin lift half of her face. Her delayed reaction to the fight was disconcerting. She pointed with her outstretched arm to the door behind them. It was now open. As Marielle turned back to the Warden her eyes started to fog with orange, like smoke in a glass ball hitting the sunset. Any normal human being would run in fear, or stop moving due to shock, but Marielle was…
different.

She was batshit crazy.

She cracked her neck quickly and bent her knees a little, holding her fists up. The crazy woman’s eyes glowed like the sun, and her sharp smile grew even wider much to everyone’s discomfort.

“Come at me motherfucker.”

Calder was moderately annoyed with Marielle’s decision to waste some of his ammunition, but was pleasantly surprised by the distinct lack of explosions going off in his face. He shifted his focus to the canister, and pulled a tad more energy from his vanguards to encrust the nozzles with Ice, since it was just the nozzles it took very little energy, but a lot of focus, leaving him unable to act or react properly until the canister was dealt with. He glanced around taking stock of the situation as the canister fell harmlessly past him and Marielle into the abyss.

As you wish The Warden cycled to a different function on his gauntlet. It loaded an incendiary grenade into the mechanism that had housed the hardlight net and fired it into the corridor where Caldur and Marielle were standing. The impending firestorm caused the Warden to shield his eyes even though he had a tint on his visor. How is that for Coming at you motherfucker Turning to look up towards Crow he held out his right hand and projected a magnetic shield in front of him. Halting the hail of bullets to spin in air in front of him. Be gone. The hail of bullets returned with full force on Crow’s platform. Tearing it to shreds as Crow hurled himself out of the way. Turning its arm the Warden began speaking. I’ve neutralized invaders in one of the cell blocks. Send reinforcements to clean up the mess

Adèla shook her thoughts clear as she looked up, then a searing pain smashed into her, almost knocking her to the ground as her arms buckled. She looking down, recoiling in shock as she saw blood, and, a couple meters from where she lay, a leg. Lying in a gleaming pool of blood on the shiny floor of the prison. A leg covered in a distinct matte grey material, with very familiar servos and additions made to it.

Her leg.

A strangled gurgle died in her throat as she stared at the limb, then down at the stump that used to be connected to it, just above the knee. She frantically scrambled over to the dismembered appendage, hoarsely whispering to the armor, “Initi… In…” she fell forward, faceplanting just in front of the limb, before dragging herself forward again. Grabbing a hold of the severed leg she jammed it against the bleeding stump, coughing into the microphone, “Initiate autorepair functions. Activate autonomous suit functions for right leg.” She gritted her teeth, letting the suit’s nanites swarm over the armor plating and servo wires - they couldn’t save the leg, and she’d be getting a new addition to her cyberware, but for the meantime the suit itself could operate using signals from her cranial cybernetics.

A small timer popped up on her visor, letting her know she had approximately 30 seconds before she’d be useful again. She sighed, and then bit back a screech as another wave of agony smashed into her. Choking out another command to the armor, she looked around for her weapon even as her amputated leg shrieked pain signals at her mind, pleased to see it at least had survived the carnage.

As five separate pinpricks jabbed into her body in various places, she felt her pupils dilate as the world seemed to slow down and colors became saturated. Pain wasn’t an issue anymore, and everything seemed to move in slow motion, except herself. She wasn’t wounded anymore, she was just angry, and high, high as a goddamn satellite.

She grabbed her weapon, the suit’s servos doing an admirable job of replacing her leg as she jumped upright, barking several orders to the suit and entering a few commands to the software of the prison.

Local access override for all substations: Accepted…
Local access override for all regular personnel: Accepted...
Local access override exception for
MASTKEY9001889y328yqr4287h09fwe9y… : Accepted...
Local access override for all local users: Denied, Auth. Code
KEYWARDEN01

Adèla swore, glaring up ahead the hallway at the ongoing battle. Of course she wouldn’t be able to override the Warden’s control, she had specifically exempted them from her own control - prison was suspicious enough of her ability to access everything, giving herself control over even the Wardens would’ve landed her a stint in a cell of her own.

She rushed ahead, while she couldn’t deny the Warden control over the facilities, she was on a similar level as him, and she called down a second lift right on top of him at top speed as she unleashed another thundering burst at him, screaming over the suit’s loudspeakers to distract him from the massive piece of metal plummeting down towards him, “Jdi do pekla, ty hovno stravování posera zmrde!” (Translation: Go to hell, you coward shit eating motherfucker!)

The flames roared when the grenade spat out it’s destruction, covering part of the hallway with the fire. There was a long pause, then a loud laugh contorted purely of madness gurgled out from underneath the hot gases tongues. ”Oh you’ve done it now dumbass.” The sound of boots crunching ash echoed in the hall before the Warden’s target appeared, unscathed and re equipped into her magician clothing. Her smile was wide and her eyebrows curved down, furrowing into a dark face to match her ominous orange eyes. In her hand was two cards. One was a king of spades, the other: a ten of spades. She quickly jammed them into the thin gauntlet molded into her arm, then the fire bended to her will, compressing the gas to make it more concentrated. She thrusted her fists into the flames, gathering their will, before sending the blast back at the Warden with ten times its original combustion.

Calder was getting a tad annoyed with this warden, but aside from Adèla, no one had been injured yet, so Calder really couldn’t complain much. The grenade did little more than warm his scales, before Marielle redirected the blast. Taking this bastard from a distance wasn’t working, time to get up close and personal, right after that second platform connected that is. The mini gun vanished into a pocket again, and Calder leaped to one side, grabbing hold of the bars of a cell one level higher than he’d been, long enough to push off towards the other side of hallway, rising another level as he went. He was level with the Warden now, but he lept higher still, avoiding the descending platform, and pausing only long enough to see if the platform would connect with the Warden. If it did, Calder would jump down on top of it, if the Warden moved or moved the platform, he’d just jump the Warden.

Holding up its hands the Warden’s shields flared to light and overloaded, the outside of the armor crisping from the blast of fire that had consumed it. Shaking its head it looked up to see Calder hurtling through the air towards it.

The Warden moved backwards. Not to avoid the platform but to avoid Calder. It turned its particle beams on Calder and fired as it charged another burst of electricity between its hands. Before lunging forwards to grab Calder and deliver a massive jolt of electricity to the troll as it heaved Calder trying to lift the troll above its head preparing to hurl Calder down the pit. Die beast

Adèla’s eyes widened as, not only had her attempts failed, but the Warden grabbed Calder and prepared to throw him down to certain death.

She wasn’t having any of that.

A quick command rerouted all suit power to the legs, and she dropped the bulky machine gun, pulling out her nanoblade as she sprinted with all her might, vision darkening as she stared down at the figure who’d cost her her leg, who was about to throw to his death someone she couldn’t call a friend yet but definitely liked, who was getting in the way of her rescue of someone she certainly did consider a friend.

A growl built in the back of her throat, a bestial, inhuman one that grew into a full blown roar of rage as she sprinted towards the gap, the inhuman sound still emanating from her lungs as she lept over the gap, swinging the blade she’d seen cut straight through solid tungsten at the Warden’s neck with all her strength, enough of her consciousness remaining to reroute power to her arms for maximum strength.

Marielle threw her scearing arms down and sprinted at the warden, her smile instantly melting to pure focus and determination at the scene. Her eyes flicked over to Adèla, absorbing everything going on as she shouted at the girl. ”Distract the ugly bastard, ! I got Tankface!” This was going to use quite a bit of magical energy, a small price to pay for the troll’s life. She gritted her teeth and inhaled an ear-ripping sharp breath. “CALDER! Give me your hand!!” It wasn’t long before she was just mere feet away from him, extending her bare arm with an open palm. A purple mist oozed from her body, her skin slightly tinting a pink from the energy. ”NOW!”

Calder laughed as the beams tore through his unprotected arms and legs, though most hit and were ablated by his breastplate. A familiar spell, sipped energy from his vanguards as it healed the wounds acquired in his charge. This was his signature, and even a fall from the platform would be little more than an inconvenience for the troll. Calder lunged forward as the warden reached for him, checking the warden as the grasping hand found his armored back, and discharged into a natural capacitor. Calder really liked whoever had made this breastplate, they had an eye for the unexpected it seemed. Calder’s helmeted head rushed towards the warden’s visored face with the force of a hydraulic ram, but landed only a glancing blow as the warden lifted Calder over his head. That was quite a surprise to Calder, as he was even heavier than he looked, like most trolls. Hearing Marielle’s shout, Calder, kicked down at the warden shoulders, twisting around to reach her hand with his own. Catching her hand a tad roughly, but firmly, in a cool scaly grip, Calder pulls her up over the edge of the platform, incase he has to let go quickly.

Marielle inhaled as the Warden attempted to grab Calder before she suddenly bounced Calder so she held him up by his back above herself. Before he knew it Marielle was carrying him with two arms on his back as she bounced up, jumping just out of the Warden’s grip. “AH SHIT!!” Marielle growled. “You’re so heavy what the fuck!!” Her muscles strained as an example. “Adèla you might wanna finish being badass and get to the wall, It’s coming!!!” Her gritted teeth curved into part of a grin. Her face turned up to the troll whose belly was facing the ceiling. “Try not to puke on me,” Her grin was hardly convincing from the beads of sweat beginning to form at her forehead.

The Warden snarled as Calder was snatched from his grasp. Turning he lined up his gauntlet and prepared to turn Marielle and Calder to ash with the direct energy weapon in his gauntlet. As he did so the Warden turned his back on Adèla leaving the neck join in his armor totally exposed as he tracked the escaping pair of Marielle and Calder preparing a lethal shot on both of them.

Adèla snarled viciously as she cleared the gap, the targeting systems in her armor locking on to the exposed neck of the Warden as she channeled every scrap of power the reactor could generate into the blow. She brought the blade down on the back of his neck, smashing the weapon savagely into the armor as she herself crashed into him, the full weight of her and her armor smashing into the back of the Warden, pushing him towards the pit.

The Warden’s severed head plummeted in one direction while the rest of his body was flung into space plummeting into the depths of the pit beneath the cylinder. And with that there was silence as Crow descended from platform to platform.
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Crow peered down at the fight. As Adèla launched herself at the Warden, Crow knew the fight was over. Turning to look up the cylinder Crow took flight again in his Murder form, ascending the cylinder, searching for the prisoner they were here for. Something caught his attention….It stank of Raven. He’d caught her ancient and powerful scent lingering on Marielle, and here it was again. Turning his hundreds of eyes he descended on the cell. With that he reformed himself gripping the bars and peering into the cell. “Hey, rise and shine.”

The prisoner was already up, her muscles tense and ready for the breakout. She had heard the commotion and it had lit a fire in her soul that managed to overcome even the petrifying cold. As the bizarre man appeared at the bars Ludelle glanced at the bird the mysterious woman had left her with, its calm confirming that this was an ally and not a foe. “I don’t know about shine, but at least I can rise… and probably follow.” The woman grinned, her teeth flashing under the beak. “Is there a white horse somewhere around by any chance? And a spare key.” The nervous chuckle was covering the increasing pain the cold was causing her... but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered right now except getting out of here as soon as possible. She didn’t even care who her allies were and why they wanted her. She just wanted out.

Crow eyed her. “White horse? No. Key? No.” With that he simply slashed through the bars with his talons. Tearing them out and hurling them into space. “Are you the only one we’re taking out of here?” Peering back down the shaft he frowned. “This is going to suck, my magic is running low.” Turning back he looked her up and down, “Are you intact or do you need me to make accommodations?”

Ludelle’s eyes widened as the man slashed the bars and she took a startled step back. Pain shot through her ankle but it held and she remained upright. Fixing her posture and stepping forward she gripped one of the damaged bars and peered down the abyss below. “Intact. But I can’t fly.” She informed him bitterly. “My magic’s running low” sounded pretty grim and she hoped he had a better plan than making her run and dodge incoming bullets along the way.

Crow stepped into the room and picked Ludelle up like she was a child and walked back to the bars taking a look down. “Hold on, I don’t think I can transform us both safely so we’re going to have to do something different.” With that he spoke in the language of the dead and drew the spirits from his skull wrapping them around Ludelle and himself before he jumped into open space.

The fall was a short one but it terminated on a platform below before he leapt down to the next one. Descending rapidly. “Don’t squirm or I may drop you”

Easier said than done! Her muscles had spasmed on reflex when he’d cast his spell… and then she’d frozen, too scared to even budge when the darkness enveloped them and gravity pulled them down. Just a small hiccup revealed her terror as he jumped and secretly she was hoping she’d faint sooner rather than later.

“Are you sure this is safe?” She croaked weakly.

“No, it’s not. If my magic gives out we’re paste. It will probably cause the bones in our bodies to shatter, pulp our internal organs and render the two of us a single amalgamous mass for whoever has to clean it up. Assuming we fall all the way down. If we don’t the impact of a platform will probably kill us just due to impact.”

Crow looked down at her. “I wouldn’t advise thinking about it as you appear to be less than stable currently. Instead you may wish to consider your life leading up to this point and focus on the good things. I’m lead to believe it takes the edge off of a fear of impending death.” Crow leapt again

Out of everything he said, (none of which was calming in the least) it was the last thing that struck a nerve. It felt like a cold blade aimed straight at her heart exactly because she had so much unfinished business. Her fingers curled around his top and dug deep within, the anger, humiliation and hurt all exploding into a fit of insane rage. Her grip was strong enough to snap one of those iron bars and she felt like punching him for no good reason.

“You better make sure we survive.” She growled, her voice completely changed.

Crow looked down at her. “I said don’t squirm” His next leap carried them out into open space as he fell he let go of her waist and his left arm wrapped around her like a vice as he dug the talons on his right hand into the stone of the wall as he slid down it. leaving Ludelle to dangle in the air over the pit clinging to him before his fall jerked to an abrupt halt and he dropped onto the edge of the entrance to the cell block. “There, we survived. Next time try not to make such a fuss, it may cause us to die. And that would be highly unfortunate.” Crow’s face contorted into a grimace as he face shimmered and shifted for a second it was that of an Elder Sidhe, heart achingly beautiful with a touch of gorgeous madness around the edges. “It’s high time to go” he growled as he set her down on the edge.

The world swam and swung violently on their way down and when he let her go, Ludelle had to grab the wall to steady herself. Now that she was out of the cell her impeded vision was becoming more of a problem and seeing Crow’s face… in both its versions… was confusing at best.

“Have they transformed you too?” She asked while scanning the vicinity and trying to piece together what she was seeing. Everything seemed as if she was looking at it through a fractured window and she really hoped the effects weren’t permanent. Rubbing her eyes, Ludelle looked back at Crow. “I need a weapon.”

Crow extended his left hand and a blade extended from the flat piece of metal strapped to the inside of his wrist. Resting in his open was a flat blade. “Take it. And try not to hurt yourself.” Crow looked at her. “You gonna be alright?”

Noting the question he ignored, but grateful for the weapon, she took the blade and gripped it tight. “Now I will be. Thank you.” At least now she had a fighting chance.

“Done murdering things?” Crow yelled out into the cylinder towards the rest of the group. “We got what we came for, time to get the hell out of here before the Angel’s Landing Peacekeepers show up.”

Calder was done, he’d noted Marielle’s complaint and found time to reverse the situation, with him holding her, since that was far less taxing on both their reserves. He looked back at the fight, to see that Adèla had finished the warden. He’d made his way over to Adèla again and set Marielle down, as Crow descended with their charge. That simplified things a great deal. Calder reached over and placed a massive hand over Adèla’s severed leg, and burned through most of his remaining magic to heal it completely. It cost him more to heal others, but she’d taken out the biggest threat around, so he wasn’t worried about it. They’d all soon be outside again, and he’d be able to work his magic properly again. With that done, Calder leaped over to the entrance hall’s landing and took point, pulling his shield out, to cover his large frame, and those behind him, as he stepped through the doorway, noting the two conspicuously absent guards and the blast marks on the walls behind their posts. He grinned as the tide came rushing back into him, as he took up a position next to the open door so the others could come out, while he watched for their getaway vehicle and incoming peacekeepers.

Right behind Crow there was a skittering noise, only to have Raven’s companion hop towards everyone. It’s mysterious eyes oozed with purple mist, and it cocked its head to the side. gracefully it parted open its beak and let out a soft dissonance of sounds, like wind chimes. Like a shifting shadow it swept up onto Ludelle’s shoulder, brushing its feathery face into her neck in a nuzzle. A soft aftertaste of Raven’s voice slipped into Ludelle’s mind. ”You’re in good hands now, dear.”

Meanwhile Mareille grinned like a madwoman while brushing off the dust on her body. “Alright ladies and gents, prepare for a beautiful vehicle-gasm because in about--” she looked down at her gauntlet. “--ten seconds, you’ll be kissing my ass.” Marielle paused at that. “In the good way, of course.” She glanced over at the entirety of the group. “So, any of you fuckers know how to drive, or will I need to be two-timing the shit I had prepared for us?”

Adèla nodded gratefully to Calder. “Thanks for that, I’m rather attached to my leg, and I’d like to keep the relationship physical.” She looked over to Marielle, “Depends, what are we talking here? I can learn to drive almost anything in about a millisecond, so I’d reckon so.”

She looked over to Ludelle, eyes widening behind her visor as she saw the… significant differences in her appearance to prior. “Good to see you’re alive, though… the hell happened to you?” Immediately she regretted saying it, but she’d been taken off guard.

Crow slowly rubbed his temples as though the noise was annoying him. “Let’s just get the hell out of here before anymore fun happens that we weren’t expecting.” The whispering from the skull was back and it was slowly getting louder; an effect of draining its magic in such a taxing manner. The spirit's in it were becoming more agitated causing the headache and the beginning of a fowl mood.

Ludelle wasn’t quite sure how to react to the crazy woman in the revealing outfit, nor to the giant lizard that literally reattached somebody’s leg so she chose to ignore them. Everything was getting quite overwhelming and the woman could feel her brain shutting down. Fatigue was dulling her senses and her capacity to think or feel seemed to be rapidly decreasing. Who were those people? What did they want from her? Surely, their help didn’t come for free.

But right now she couldn’t care. Ludelle petted Raven’s bird and absently stared at the woman who addressed her in an oddly familiar matter. The voice sounded familiar but the armour didn’t ring a bell and the face was obstructed. A friend? Unlikely, she had no friends. An old acquaintance probably. Ironic, someone she knew but didn’t recognise was complaining about being unable to recognise her.

Part of her wished the masked man would hold her again – she didn’t feel terribly steady on her feet. Her eyelids felt heavy and swollen and it seemed like sleep was going to claim her any minute.

Calder glanced over to the beaked woman shivering near Crow, and couldn’t help but wonder why she was shivering, given that it was rather warm day. He dug into one his pockets… dug a little more... He hadn’t used this since he’d added it to his pocket several centuries ago… There it was, He pulled out a large cloak, enchanted to keep a body comfortably warm no matter the weather. He draped the cloak, made to fit his own massive frame, over the shivering woman. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but it would have to do. He inquired after the woman’s health next, since he was the closest thing to a healer the group had. If she died of illness on the way, this whole trip would be wasted. “Are you sick? Do you need medical attention?” He studied at her face very carefully, she seemed human except for the beak and skin, typical fae work probably… He wondered if he could undo that change himself, but wouldn’t know without a more thorough investigation, that no one had time for here.

Ludelle’s eyes snapped up at the troll and she blinked before speaking.

“Um… Thank you.” She muttered, huddling into the cloak (where did that come from?) and glanced around the group, uncertain if this is the right time for this. True, she was feeling very fatigued and hardly had the desire to move at all, but losing consciousness was surely better than being shot. “I do need some attention. Both my skin and face have been transformed… and I might have been poisoned. I feel unnaturally cold… ” Her teeth chattered slightly when she spoke. “But I think I can make it…? Where are we going anyway?”

Calder didn’t like the thought of having to deal with a poisoned prisoner, and the cloak should have helped with the cold… he gently touched her forehead, felt the cold there and recognized the spell that was causing it. He slipped a thumb between her chattering teeth and was not disappointed to find the second part of the spell embedded in her bloodstream. Who ever had done this was clever, like a fae, but Calder had literally grown up with fae, so it was expected. He took a few moments to review the spell and was pleased to find he wouldn’t have to skin the woman to break it. He carefully undid a small part of the spell and it slowly unraveled itself releasing the excess energy as warmth.

There, with the cooling spell gone the cloak should get her temperature under control and back to normal soon… He scanned her body carefully with magic, and found nothing else amiss, only her altered skin. Calder removed his hand, gently as he answered her questions. “Think nothing of it, You shouldn’t be cold much longer, but your skin will take more time and dedicated study to fix than I can spare now. I’ll see to it once we’re clear of the conflict. We’re going to return the bird.” Calder gestured to the bird Ludelle had been stroking and laid a steadying, and hopefully reassuring hand on Ludelle’s shoulder.

The woman almost flinched as Calder touched her forehead and almost recoiled his finger found its way in her mouth but her reflexes were too slow. It seemed to be a recurring pattern she didn’t like. Luckily he was quick to retrieve his hand and surprisingly, as he did, so did the cold too.

It was obviously going to take longer to completely warm up but she could already feel a bit better. A sigh of relief escaped her and her shoulders slouched a bit. “Thank you.” She muttered honestly. “All of you. I don’t know why you’re doing it but thank you.”

Adèla stepped up, putting a hand on her shoulder as her visor cracked its airtight seal and slid up to reveal her face. “I can’t speak for everyone else here, but I’m doing it because there was a friend of mine in a prison I helped design, and that just seemed wrong.”

Ludelle’s heart dropped as she recognised Adela. Oh God…. She thought, her eyes dropping. Whatever. It didn’t matter anymore, she didn’t have the energy to run, even if she had the opportunity. Not to mention the whole arsenal on Adela’s body and all the magic of everyone around. From the frying-pan into the wok…

Adèla’s eyebrows rose as she watched Ludelle. “Hey…” she watched her for a moment, confused at her reaction, “What’s wrong? You have the cloak, so you’re warmer now, Calder just… did whatever you do to fix magical ailments, we just busted you out of a high security prison. In a couple hours you’ll be safe, and we can focus on fucking up the Stygian Blade even more, because fuck those guys.” She frowned, “Do you need to sit down somewhere?” She looked over at the rest of the group, “How long ‘til our ride arrives, again?”

Ludelle threw Adela a guarded glance and nodded. Just how safe she would be was still uncertain, especially with someone from the Blade in such a close proximity.

Crow caught the look one Ludelle’s face and then looked at Adèla. “She’s on the out now. We’re Knights, you’re safe. Promise. If you don’t believe me then I can assure you Shard will convince you.” Straightening Crow blinked his eyes a few times. “It might be prudent to move to the exit. I believe Marielle can provide transportation from there.”

Adèla’s eyebrows rose. “Oh.” She muttered. “Yeah - for the record they fucked me over just as much as you. I took a machine gun burst right to the spine, you’re not going to see me working for them anytime soon. You’re safe, s’why we busted you out.”

Ludelle just nodded and hoped they’d get out of there soon.

It was surprising none of them noticed Marielle’s absence. Suddenly the loud growl of a clean engine thudded. Then, the sound of wheels, spinning and purring firmly on the ground came next. Sooner than anyone knew it, Marielle was back, on top of a unique motorcycle. She revved the engine with a grin plastered onto her face. “Yo bitches! Your savior has arrived!” before she could see any possibly puzzled looks she whistled with her two fingers.
The wall to the side of the alley across from them collapsed. The cause of the destruction blew away the debris for a clear path, revealing a black sports car, unphased. Both machines had glass containing carbon nanofiber. ( Motorcycle ) ( Car )

Marielle pressed a button and the protective glass covering the bike lowered, revealing the girl in her biker helmet. She pressed a button on the side of it, putting her voice through a speaker built into her helmet, the sound loud and crystal clear for everyone to hear. “Adèla, drive Xavier, my car.” The mechanical voice cackled. “Ludelle, you’re riding with me sweetheart. I’m your fastest route to safety. Everyone else…” She snapped her fingers and Xavier suddenly revealed it’s full potential, morphing into a thicker version of the car and extending its length, revealing a multitude of big guns, rockets, and explosives. “Make your enemy wish they went to Hell before meeting you.” There was a back layer to the car containing a spot for Calder in the back and a wide array of the attached weapons.

Crow gave Marielle a look, “Oh, compensating are we?” The ghost of a smile hovered on his lips before he climbed into Xavier and tapped a spot behind his ear. “Settled in, let's get the hell out of here”

Calder helped Ludelle over to the bike, where he made sure the oversized cloak wouldn’t get caught in anything, before moving over and sliding gracefully into the only space big enough for him, and kept an eye on the path behind the car, waiting for the inevitable pursuit to arrive.
Purple Glass


Wind Wild, Grin

Day 1, sometime mid day

Ludelle, Raven


I was laying on the bed but I wasn’t asleep. I couldn’t. Not in this maddening darkness that made you wonder if you’re even awake, if you’re alive… Dreams wouldn’t come to me. And I was glad they didn’t. It was a familiar feeling… familiar like the sting of a bee and not like the scent of a favourite person. It was sharp, bitter and unpleasant. It was a haunting of my past. The days when I’d dread going to sleep, uncertain of what would happen while I had my guard down. Uncertain that I’d wake…

I suppose it made sense. It was a pretty similar situation, back then and now. There were two key differences, though. First, I didn’t have the consolation of my stuffed puppy, Ricky. Secondly, back then something bad happening was a matter of chance. Now it was certainty.

I closed my eyes and willed myself to take deep breaths. What did they have in store-- I tried to suffocate the thought by humming a tune. My own voice startled me as it split the silence so I stopped. Deep breaths. The song resumed in my own head, inexistent to the world. I hummed it and listened to it and slowly it started eating up the darkness inside and around me. The pictures came to life in my mind, the people started dancing, the sun broke through..

I smiled. It took me a second to realise it wasn’t just the reality behind my eyelids that had changed.

There was a moment of pausing, the silence clogging the ears of all those eager to break it. Then, there was a pop of vibrations. They were soft, and spilled like sand across the air to my ears. It was my song, repeated back to me.

My eyes shot open. This wasn't right, was it? The singing died in my throat and I strained my ears, convinced that I'd started hallucinating at long last. But no... the tune carried on.. and was it getting louder?

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Her suspicions were correct, for just as the beautiful music slipped and licked at her ears, the sound of feathers kissing the wind, and boots clapping on stone harmonized with every beat. The sounds dripped with purple color and taste, filling Ludelle’s senses almost immediately.

Her body was in motion even before she knew what was going on. She jumped to her feet, stumbling backwards and away from the door, the stiffness in her joints barely enough to slow her. This song was way too beautiful, it carried with it sensations she'd never felt before... Only a siren or fae could muster such inhuman splendor... That, or it was Death herself calling her into her embrace. She pressed her back against the wall, crouching slightly as if she even stood a chance.

The song suddenly slipped into words, a small, simple sentence that reverberated across the walls. ”Do not be afraid.”

After a few moments of the sounds echoing against her cell walls, a shadowy figure appeared before her, melting away some of the darkness. It was the silhouette of a bird, wearing an outline like the solar eclipse. The bird slowly slipped into her cell, gliding like a shadow with still outward wings.

Panic? Panic was a good word for it. Ludelle couldn't get any air in her lungs and not to be afraid really sounded more like wishful thinking right now. The new face she was given didn't convey any expression but beneath it the woman felt her eyes well up.

“Not like this. I don't want to die like this...” She whispered.

There was a woman. She crossed her arms in the corner of the cell, leaning against the cool wall. Blonde hair streamed down her face, covering one of her eyes. She looked over at Ludelle with a careful stare, but it wasn’t menacing in the slightest. It was warm.

A few moments of silence followed where nobody spoke. Gradually, the tension seemed to leave Ludelle's body until finally she straightened her back, realising that whatever this apparition was, there was no use resisting. With a beak facing her bare feet, she spoke.

“Why are you here?”

There was a bit of a pause as the woman’s red stare trailed across the floor. “You don’t need to contemplate when your death is going to happen,” She looked up at Ludelle and the corners of her mouth tugged a bit at a smile. “Because it won’t.”

The small smirk was reflected in the other woman's bemused voice. “Ever? Or just not right now?”

The mysterious woman chuckled. “Now, I don’t know about ever, but I can say that the law enforcement isn’t going to touch you. We’re coming to get you, Ludelle.”

The newcomer saying her name sent a shiver down the prisoner's spine but she seemed to have regained some of her confidence. It was a make or break moment, either she was receiving unexpected help or she was falling for a vicious trap. In any case, there was nothing she could do about it, the choice had been made for her.

“Well then...” She said, stepping towards Raven and extending a hand to touch her arm. The suspicion still lingered that she might have managed to fall asleep after all.

Just as soon as she was about to touch it, the silhouette of the woman broke into what seemed to be thousands of pieces of vapor glass. The shards eventually dissolved into the thin air, as if she had never existed. Her voice, however, lingered, and it kissed Ludelle’s ears with it’s sweet liquid sounds. “My name is Raven Marrowblade. I leave my personal companion with you until we arrive. He shall keep you company. Until then, farewell.” Then the sounds faded to nothing once more. The bird that glowed like an eclipse suddenly lost its luminescence, and it hopped over to the imprisoned woman. It was the mixture between a Raven and a Parrot, its feathers a black oil, and its eye red like its master’s.

Ludelle ran a finger over the bird's smooth feathers and a fierce smile blossomed on her face. So there was hope for revenge after all.
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