@Lugubrious Do have some kind of mana drain affliction? Like where if someone completely expends their mana pool, they take a hit to its recovery time?
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My cats kind of just mellow out.
So... what would happen if a cat faunus ate a lot of catnip?
Up to us to determine I guess. I dare someone to try and drug Shiro. XD
I like this little dynamic in team SASG. Everybody driving each other away through inaction or harmful action.
I might be enjoying it a little too much, though.
Enjoy it as much as you want, it's meant to be. All intentional.
well damn that got heavy really quick
Yeah, Sapphire doesn't like Shiro very much and Shiro has a rather fragile heart.
EDIT: Also, I can't find any motivation or even know where to begin as Team MODA's antagonist. Could anyone else take up that mantle?
Kuhaku Shiro - Airship prior
The wind from his lungs forced their out of his chest, causing his breath to leave him. Eyes wide with shock from the sudden impact from Sapphire's screaming charge, her sharp elbow rammed into his throat prevented him from regaining the air he had just lost. A sickly choking sound clawing its way out of his vocal cords. Eyes shut as his gloved fingers grabbed at her arms, he struggled to free himself and breathe. Opening his eyes, he felt the cold metal of a gun pressed under his jaw. Stricken with sudden fear, his eyes pleaded with Sapphire, silently begging her to have a little mercy. Though, a different part of him bubbled and boiled with silent rage. How dare a fellow comrade draw her weapon on him. His very own leader, no less.
Face close to hers, he could feel her labored and ragged breathing. His mind was a flurry as to what had suddenly happened that could've caused her to lose her mind in such a way. She demanded that he give her a reason to end his life. Then, came the emotional execution. Her venomous words bit and stung him, sinking deep into his soul. She called him a disgrace. She insulted his intellect. As her white-hot daggers for words stabbed into him, her eyes blackened and he could feel a heavy aura adding to the pressure and challenge to breathe. Oddly, it felt vaguely familiar to him.
He didn't understand, he was still confused as to why Sapphire was acting so maliciously toward him. But when she mentioned how his actions caused her to lose her mother's forged weapons, he realized exactly what he had done. Lowering his hands, he would've apologized if he had the breath. He would've leapt out of the airship at that moment to retrieve her mother's precious gift to make amends with his friend. But, he couldn't. It was clear to him now, Sapphire absolutely hated him and despised him since the beginning, she was only holding back her words for his sake.
Wincing as his body impacted against the opposite side of the airship, from her shove. Shiro fell into a pathetic slump on the seat. Grasping at his throat, he painfully coughed as he sharply inhaled to refill his lungs. Opening one eye, he looked at Sapphire as she brought her hand up, bloodied. His world fractured and shattered as he knew her injury was caused by his rambunctious behavior. He had hurt a friend of his. It was his fault. For some reason, Sapphire's vision seemed to fail her as she felt around for her belongings. He thought to retrieve it for her as maybe a way to say 'sorry', but the final blow was delivered by Sapphire's last words to him.
"Anyone but Shiro."
Pain wracked his heart, sapping all energy and enthusiasm from him. He desperately wished to repair what little relationship he had with his leader but it was clear that what he had accidently done to her would take a large amount of time and space to heal. Perhaps maybe even never. Tears welling up, he suddenly felt part of his body 'glued' to his seat. Turning to Gren, he slightly felt betrayed. Was he siding with her? Or was he merely doing it for his sake? So joyous was he to start his very first mission with his team, all for naught. Reaching up to grab the hood of his cowl, he pulled it tightly over his head to hide his face. Wrapping his tail around him, he curled into a tight ball and remained silent for the entire ride. His own phantoms converging around him to taunt him further. Rubbing salt into his fresh emotional wounds. Their whispers amplifying his heartbreak.
Arrival by boat
Not having spoken a word or even so much as looked at his other teammates, as the boat made landing and they were to disembark to begin their mission. Shiro found himself freed from Gren's Semblance. Sluggishly grabbing his pack to sling it behind him along with his weapons, he crawled out of the boat on all fours. With his hood remaining over his head, he crawled ahead further. Something was amiss. Lifting his head as high as he dared to manage, he sniffed at the air. Tail swaying carefully behind, his bloodshot brown eyes scanned the surrounding environment.
Turning back toward Abel and Gren, he quietly eked out a few words. "B-be careful. There's something...'wrong' here. I-I don't like it. I'm g-gonna go scout ahead." Face still hidden by the dark of his hood, he turned away from them and dropped his pack on the ground. "I'll...report back if I find anything..." With that, Shiro bolted forward and quickly scrambled up towards the building.
To be honest, he wanted to get away from his team. He couldn't stand being around them for much longer, having traveled here in such close proximity for such a period of time. He found himself being stifled and suffocated by the awkward atmosphere and silence. Quickly disappearing from eyesight, Shiro made his rounds around the perimeter of the buildings and the surrounding area. By his lonesome, he found himself able to breathe and relax in peace. To lament privately in his sorrow. Still deeply wounded and hurt, though probably not as hurt as Sapphire. Shiro being the one at fault for her loss of her cherished mementos of her mother. Not that he knew much at all of Sapphire and her familial relations. Quite frankly, he never heard her really speak of her own family. Shiro not one to talk, he never really had a family to begin with.
The wind from his lungs forced their out of his chest, causing his breath to leave him. Eyes wide with shock from the sudden impact from Sapphire's screaming charge, her sharp elbow rammed into his throat prevented him from regaining the air he had just lost. A sickly choking sound clawing its way out of his vocal cords. Eyes shut as his gloved fingers grabbed at her arms, he struggled to free himself and breathe. Opening his eyes, he felt the cold metal of a gun pressed under his jaw. Stricken with sudden fear, his eyes pleaded with Sapphire, silently begging her to have a little mercy. Though, a different part of him bubbled and boiled with silent rage. How dare a fellow comrade draw her weapon on him. His very own leader, no less.
Face close to hers, he could feel her labored and ragged breathing. His mind was a flurry as to what had suddenly happened that could've caused her to lose her mind in such a way. She demanded that he give her a reason to end his life. Then, came the emotional execution. Her venomous words bit and stung him, sinking deep into his soul. She called him a disgrace. She insulted his intellect. As her white-hot daggers for words stabbed into him, her eyes blackened and he could feel a heavy aura adding to the pressure and challenge to breathe. Oddly, it felt vaguely familiar to him.
He didn't understand, he was still confused as to why Sapphire was acting so maliciously toward him. But when she mentioned how his actions caused her to lose her mother's forged weapons, he realized exactly what he had done. Lowering his hands, he would've apologized if he had the breath. He would've leapt out of the airship at that moment to retrieve her mother's precious gift to make amends with his friend. But, he couldn't. It was clear to him now, Sapphire absolutely hated him and despised him since the beginning, she was only holding back her words for his sake.
Wincing as his body impacted against the opposite side of the airship, from her shove. Shiro fell into a pathetic slump on the seat. Grasping at his throat, he painfully coughed as he sharply inhaled to refill his lungs. Opening one eye, he looked at Sapphire as she brought her hand up, bloodied. His world fractured and shattered as he knew her injury was caused by his rambunctious behavior. He had hurt a friend of his. It was his fault. For some reason, Sapphire's vision seemed to fail her as she felt around for her belongings. He thought to retrieve it for her as maybe a way to say 'sorry', but the final blow was delivered by Sapphire's last words to him.
"Anyone but Shiro."
Pain wracked his heart, sapping all energy and enthusiasm from him. He desperately wished to repair what little relationship he had with his leader but it was clear that what he had accidently done to her would take a large amount of time and space to heal. Perhaps maybe even never. Tears welling up, he suddenly felt part of his body 'glued' to his seat. Turning to Gren, he slightly felt betrayed. Was he siding with her? Or was he merely doing it for his sake? So joyous was he to start his very first mission with his team, all for naught. Reaching up to grab the hood of his cowl, he pulled it tightly over his head to hide his face. Wrapping his tail around him, he curled into a tight ball and remained silent for the entire ride. His own phantoms converging around him to taunt him further. Rubbing salt into his fresh emotional wounds. Their whispers amplifying his heartbreak.
Arrival by boat
Not having spoken a word or even so much as looked at his other teammates, as the boat made landing and they were to disembark to begin their mission. Shiro found himself freed from Gren's Semblance. Sluggishly grabbing his pack to sling it behind him along with his weapons, he crawled out of the boat on all fours. With his hood remaining over his head, he crawled ahead further. Something was amiss. Lifting his head as high as he dared to manage, he sniffed at the air. Tail swaying carefully behind, his bloodshot brown eyes scanned the surrounding environment.
Turning back toward Abel and Gren, he quietly eked out a few words. "B-be careful. There's something...'wrong' here. I-I don't like it. I'm g-gonna go scout ahead." Face still hidden by the dark of his hood, he turned away from them and dropped his pack on the ground. "I'll...report back if I find anything..." With that, Shiro bolted forward and quickly scrambled up towards the building.
To be honest, he wanted to get away from his team. He couldn't stand being around them for much longer, having traveled here in such close proximity for such a period of time. He found himself being stifled and suffocated by the awkward atmosphere and silence. Quickly disappearing from eyesight, Shiro made his rounds around the perimeter of the buildings and the surrounding area. By his lonesome, he found himself able to breathe and relax in peace. To lament privately in his sorrow. Still deeply wounded and hurt, though probably not as hurt as Sapphire. Shiro being the one at fault for her loss of her cherished mementos of her mother. Not that he knew much at all of Sapphire and her familial relations. Quite frankly, he never heard her really speak of her own family. Shiro not one to talk, he never really had a family to begin with.
Marianne tilted her head curiously as the goblin she addressed seemed to shrink away from the sight of her and sound of her voice. It wasn't until she recalled her elven relatives speaking so hatefully of their kind that she realized what was wrong. Upon her epiphany, her expression softened into one of sorrow. Before she could apologize on behalf of all Elven-kind and take a step, the parlour's door swung open. Countless other characters followed shortly thereafter, one after the other. Blinking, she thought to formally introduce herself to each one but only found herself quietly stuttering to herself. Unable to properly collect her thoughts to address each and every one of them. Taking a few steps back and placing her hand on her chest, Ricard sensed her discomfort and stood. Returning to her side, a low growl rumbled in his chest as the wolf made sure to keep track of each and every one of the guests. Eying each of them with apprehension and suspicion, he was most wary of the silent character that leaned against the furthest wall. Ricard was most distrusting of the quiet ones, especially those whose eyes he could feel linger over his dearest Princess.
Marianne moved her hand from her chest to rest it upon Ricard's head, gently stroking the massive beast's ears. She was suddenly quiet and shy, her voice lost to her. Calming from the motion, Ricard remained on alert as evident by his erect tail, but his rumbling growl remained as a constant reminder that the pair were not to be trifled with. Ricard was clearly uncomfortable with the entire situation. Too many strange faces, too many different and odd characters. What sort of mission had the dearest princess undertaken? At that moment, another manservant had taken their things to properly store it away. As other guests arrived, the Mayor herself had appeared and bid them all to take their seats. As Marianne moved to take her seat closest to the Mayor, Ricard bit the leg of her chair and pulled it out for her. As she took her seat, Ricard gently moved her closer toward the table. Biting the leg of the chair next to her, he simply moved it aside. His hulking form unable to properly seat himself in furniture designed for bipedal creatures. A woman who was all business and no nonsense, she cut straight to the point of the matter. Though the details she gave were vague, Ricard found himself respecting the human slightly. Very slightly.
Marianne looked at the presented glass of wine in front of her and was transfixed by the crimson-filled glass momentarily. Never allowed to partake, she also was partially fearful of the alcoholic liquid. Though, she was always curious as to the drink's taste. Sensing her interest, Ricard nudged her with his snout. Marianne looked at Ricard, who huffed and shook his head. Sighing, she gently pushed the glass away from her. When the detective opened the floor for questions, Marianne began to speak but was cut off by the bashful goblin from before. Though, she had a hard time understanding the goblin's ramblings. Allowing the goblin to finish and fall silent, Marianne stood and looked at the other guests at the table.
"First of all, I am pleased to make your acquaintance Mayor Exeter as I am to all of the honored guests here." To this, she courteously bowed her head towards each guest. "But, for clarity's sake, might you have any more details or information on what we exactly has been happening here? Many of us have traveled far to answer your pleas for assistance and help, would it not be prudent to divulge all you know?"
As the elven Princess returned to her seat, Ricard was next to speak. Making sure his 'voice' was as loud and clear as possible. "Might I also add to my dearest Princess' questions, why hast thou gathered such a haphazard group of vagrants and miscreants to accomplish such a mundane quest? Mind my fairest lady, of course. What dire straits is this city in that the city guard can not handle? I ask thou this, we are not the first expedition thou hath sent, is that so?" Marianne glared at him for his remarks, Ricard acting as though he did not see.
Marianne moved her hand from her chest to rest it upon Ricard's head, gently stroking the massive beast's ears. She was suddenly quiet and shy, her voice lost to her. Calming from the motion, Ricard remained on alert as evident by his erect tail, but his rumbling growl remained as a constant reminder that the pair were not to be trifled with. Ricard was clearly uncomfortable with the entire situation. Too many strange faces, too many different and odd characters. What sort of mission had the dearest princess undertaken? At that moment, another manservant had taken their things to properly store it away. As other guests arrived, the Mayor herself had appeared and bid them all to take their seats. As Marianne moved to take her seat closest to the Mayor, Ricard bit the leg of her chair and pulled it out for her. As she took her seat, Ricard gently moved her closer toward the table. Biting the leg of the chair next to her, he simply moved it aside. His hulking form unable to properly seat himself in furniture designed for bipedal creatures. A woman who was all business and no nonsense, she cut straight to the point of the matter. Though the details she gave were vague, Ricard found himself respecting the human slightly. Very slightly.
Marianne looked at the presented glass of wine in front of her and was transfixed by the crimson-filled glass momentarily. Never allowed to partake, she also was partially fearful of the alcoholic liquid. Though, she was always curious as to the drink's taste. Sensing her interest, Ricard nudged her with his snout. Marianne looked at Ricard, who huffed and shook his head. Sighing, she gently pushed the glass away from her. When the detective opened the floor for questions, Marianne began to speak but was cut off by the bashful goblin from before. Though, she had a hard time understanding the goblin's ramblings. Allowing the goblin to finish and fall silent, Marianne stood and looked at the other guests at the table.
"First of all, I am pleased to make your acquaintance Mayor Exeter as I am to all of the honored guests here." To this, she courteously bowed her head towards each guest. "But, for clarity's sake, might you have any more details or information on what we exactly has been happening here? Many of us have traveled far to answer your pleas for assistance and help, would it not be prudent to divulge all you know?"
As the elven Princess returned to her seat, Ricard was next to speak. Making sure his 'voice' was as loud and clear as possible. "Might I also add to my dearest Princess' questions, why hast thou gathered such a haphazard group of vagrants and miscreants to accomplish such a mundane quest? Mind my fairest lady, of course. What dire straits is this city in that the city guard can not handle? I ask thou this, we are not the first expedition thou hath sent, is that so?" Marianne glared at him for his remarks, Ricard acting as though he did not see.
To whomever is MODA's antagonist (it says Harinezumikouken in the doc, but that was incorrect?):
<Snipped quote by Agent B52>
This question still stands. Thank you for your time.
If I have not heard anything by the 10th I'm posting anyway because otherwise this drags on for too long. Also did @SirBeowulf post yet? I can't find Aurellius' post.
I'll get a post up for both the mission and Shiro Later today.
Ooh, those comments are going to really sting and hurt Shiro. Sapphire's wish granted. If he didn't avoid her enough before, he's going to avoid her like the plague now.
What are you talking about? After that stunt you pulled no one's ever going to find Shiro's body.
Lul.
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