Inertia

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

@LordOfTheNight@potatochipgolem@LazyEgg

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"Ah. I'm glad to see that everyone is getting along just fine" A thick British accent called out, opening the unnecessarily large- yet beautifully embellished doors. Judging by the aura he was giving off he was someone of importance, but Akio just scoffed it off, the fight between Monsters and Humans need not carry gratuitous titles and rankings- just men and their war against the dark. Well, atleast that's what Akio personally thought, not that he was going to give it away or anything

They were led through a stretching hallway, alluring and ornated, almost gleaming a pure, incandescent white. Rows and rows of intricate paintings littered brilliantly on the walls, each and every painting having minute touches to them. Looking closer, each painting were signed by painters- all renowned and high class, ranging from renaissance to traditional oriental. It was a rather pleasant sight to behold, but these all looked incredibly pricey. They even passed by some masterfully crafted statuettes on lavish pedestals. Surely a place like this wouldn't get targeted from attempted robbery.

Finally, after two heavy baroque-esque doors were swung open, music could be heard playing from the furnished Gramophone. A western tune, it played a soft, rhythmic melody- soothing to the mind and body. "We shall adjourn to the study, feel free to warm yourselves by the fire and make yourselves some drinks" As those words left the man's mouth, the pipsqueak spoke up, "I've worked with your people before, sir. The Order, was it? I hunted and brought down Wendigos alongside a fellow assigned to me-" Mid speech the young man took a glance at Akio. He shot him a scowl in kind. Ignoring the rest of his rather boorish and unneeded words he sauntered towards the bar counter. Took a seat on one of the high reaching stools and grabbed a drink.

He slid 180 on his bar stool, now leaning leisurely against the counter. With a hard cider in hand. Usually he would try to avoid being inebriated since it eventually wears down your body- and by extension your reflexes, which were very necessary for 'work'. But sometimes, Akio drowns himself in beer- to forget, even if just for a single fleeting moment, to forget that... night. He snapped his gaze from his reflection on the cider, almost crystal clear in appearance. After a few sips, he turned towards the main individual behind this;

"Before anything. Aren't introductions in order." Akio scoffed, drink in tow "Being elusive is not really an excuse for formality." with those words said, he got off the stool and walked over towards the bookcases. He scanned the area, checking if it was alphabetically ordered, and indeed it was. After glancing over the 'W' section he found exactly ONE book about his 'hunting choice', well from the short amount of time he searched. A book about Wendigo's. He carried the book and drink, and lazily plopped down one leg crossed in an open, single seat, slightly adjacent towards the fire.

While the illustrations were... rough at best, it was close enough that a hunter would be able to identify it, probably. He skimmed through the books, it had what one would expect reading a book like this- a limited worded description of the beast, it's weaknesses- obviously fire and some odd weapons. General warnings about it's speed and precision. It even put down common myths, such as a human would not turn into a Wendigo if it was scratched, rather a human would turn into one if it performed the act of cannibalism. The book was atleast adequate, it would give a rough idea of what a hunter would expect when trying to fight this creature- even if it IS limited. However it missed a few key details, like voice mimicry or how the monster cannot pass through Anasazi symbols. These key details may even be the line between life or death- so Akio was a bit irked at it's lack of information. Well given that Wendigo's weren't exactly prominent on the West as it is on the East, it is to be expected. Akio wanted to jot down these information and draw the symbols, but he figured that he shouldn't really be touching or altering these books.

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

@LordOfTheNight

So, can I ask, how many people are in the rp, like tagging them so I know. Kinda curious!

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@Jedly
Accept the offer, and feel kinda weird since the water would literally be soaked from you by Luke!

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@Jedly

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It seemed that Luke had a better grasp at this than previously, did the advice really make that much of a difference, rightfully so. His concentration was kept at it's utmost peak, mostly because the waters didn't thrash at him at every second, but his breath threatened to break. A thought then popped into his head, what if he made a pocket of air? Not that Luke could manipulate air, he would just manipulate the waters out of the way to form a sort-of air bubble, and since he could only move the water and not air, oxygen should be present in the bubble..

It seemed to work, atleast Luke could have some emergency oxygen if needed. After this little experiment he went back to his training- which was to sate the waters, not intrinsically command it. Letting it flow at Luke's pace, rather than it's own. It was a job easier said than done, but the headmaster seemed to do it with no sweat, as to be expected.

Well, the bucking horse would not go down without a fight. It was strenuous, to say the least, to placate it and make it flow according to your will. But Luke believed he was getting very close to it, and despite slight fatigue setting in he continued onwards. The water ebbed and flowed all around him, slowly beginning to accept Luke's command- albeit begrudgingly. A shaky relations was being cemented. Although it still didn't listen to the hundredth degree, as a spew of water came outwards and splashed all the denizens near the pool- namely, Zephyr.

He dove upwards, eyeing the surroundings, and confirming that Zephyr did in fact get hit. He guessed he trained long enough- maybe a few hours. So he dried himself off quickly and put on the extra clothes he brought. He rushed up to Zephyr, and bowed his head;
"Oh- uhh, Sorry about that!" he said, a tad embarrassed, "I thought I had control of it, but at the last second, as if to spite me, it lashed out. I can dry you up if you wish."

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

Got a post up, hope it was fine, do tell me if there were any problems.

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

@LordOfTheNight@potatochipgolem@LazyEgg

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Noises of thumping feet, rustling bushes and shaking trees resounded throughout the forest. One wouldn't expect a forest like this to have this much activity, especially during the witching hour. After a steady few minutes of the same sounds of commotion replayed themselves, there was the odd shot of a gun- although, entirely different from normal. It sounded as if it sucked the air out of the area and engulfed it in deadly flames. And that was that, the woodland returned to its natural state of deathly still silence.

Akio stood infront of a disgusting monster, now lying on the floor, pure, orange flames slowly eating away at it. The sight of its rotting flesh was an outright disgusting sight and smell to behold. But said flesh was now being consumed by the flames exuding a more intense and revolting stench. The sort of stench that would easily make people vomit their innards and spill tears due to the odor alone. However Akio didn't seem to mind, he was used to the smell by now, and he preferred to watch each and every Wendigo suffer, watching until the last crackle of ember would die and fade.

The creature seemed smug, Akio could see a half smile on its face, despite not having lips. He wrinkled his eyebrows into a scowl, as the creature in its dying last breath mimicked a voice. A voice he had grown too accustomed to because of his years of hunting, the voice of his family. The voices disturbingly distorted from one voice to the next, from his father, then to his two brothers. But because of its heavy injuries and fading life, the mimicry wasn't perfect- it sounded familiar yet almost... demonic.

"W͔h̦́̾̃ͧy͖̲̻ ̱͈̤̮̽̇̆ͅd̦͖̂͗̋̿̓ͥ̄i̮̲͙̰̟̯ͫ̂ͮͫḏ͇̬ͫ̈́̇ń̟͇̠̄'̖̮͋͂̀̎t̺̟͙͙̗̮̍ͅ ̬̭ͮẙ̙͖̱̣̎͊̋̈́o̭̞͆ͧͮ̈̈́u͖̦̗̭̙̫̥ͬ̿̊̚ ̫͓͑͊̊̅̑̓̊s̮̅̈́͊̚a̩̭̻̖̬̐̽̍̾ͩ̑̾v̥̠̺̣̲͍̗̉͛̇́ẹ̲͍̱ͥ̈̑͊̍ ̩̫̜̻̺̜͆̒̓u̲̱͚͇̽͐̈́̂́̐s̬̜̻͇̔?̜̃ͣͩͨ̋͋͋ Y̳̫̙o̝̻ͅu͈̤͚̱̰ͫͩ͂ ̺̩̜̩̝̹͌͋͋̌ͬ̾m̥̯͛͐͑͐a̙͌ͦ͌d͔͙̠̈̍e̻̫ ̄͒̏o̻̜̫n͙̘̟̣̥̥̓̓ͥ̌̔̍͂e̺̫̰ͪͦ̂̂ ̥s͕̭̞͚e̯̦̻͌̅͛ͬ̄l̙͉͇̾̄̂ͦf͚͇͇͕̯̮͒i̬̥̠̬̝̠̔̋ͅs̝̖̠͎͊̎ḫ̤͇̝̟͋ͅ ̞̯̪̐̈́ͤd̲͓̜̮ͅe̠͉͙̱͕̝̳ͪ̉̿͆̄c͍͍̗̖͑ͪͧ̿̍is͚̿̈ỉ̖͖̰͔̱̫̲̏͆̃͋̐o̜͕̥͙̪ͬͣ̀n̠̳͚̭̣͙ͬ͛̾͆,̟ ̅̈́̓̓͑̃̔ĩ̙̙̜͖t̟͎̚ ̳ͤw͙̐̊́̌̉̚a͎̾ͭ̑̆ŝ̗̝͆̔ͯ̾̐ ͇ͦ̏̎ͮ̊t͓̅̀ͦo̳ͪ̇͛̓ ̬̖͇̮̪r̰̞̊ͪͥͭ͋͋u̱̺̻̤ͨ̽͂̈̾͌n͇͋ͤ͆ ̫͎̌̌ͬ́̊ͤͦa̫̣̿́̋͒w͓̤̗͆ả̭̪̤͔̲̰̝ͨ̔̈ÿ͑.Y͕̺̜͕̩̟̥̽͛ͨ̾ͩo̘̩̯̘̣̺̟ŭ̬͕͔͖̂̋ͤͩ͌ ̝̃ͨ̌͋̐́ͫa̺̱ͮ̽̍r̎e̫̯̙̪͋̂ͯ̅ ͍a̹͎͊̇̽ͦ ̟̬́̓̓͂̉ͥp̤͇̟̞̀̔͒̔ͫa̺̺͕̺̮͛̊͋͆̚t͙̲̥͓̰̹͐̊̉ͣ̈́̽ͅh͖̝̞ͣͮ̆e̙̪̘̅͒̉͋ṭ̲͙ͫi͎c̍̑ͦ̊̃͂̋ ̻̼ͬͨͨ͌̊͑̀f̻͛̅å̟̠̆i̜͎̟̟ͬͩ͑́̐̓l̻͗ͤ̊u̟̫̫ͮ͒r̳͕͖̮̼͒̆̑͒̿e͚͍̬͕͉͔̎̉̿̓̉ͮ.̲̜̝̺̆ͯͥ"

Another shot of air-choking gunfire rung throughout the forest, cutting the veil of silence momentarily. Wendigoes seem to be able to look into the mind- or rather memories. Allowing them to disgustingly imitate those close to you to lull you to a false sense of security. He knew this too well, however his expression was visibly irked and enraged, partly due to his own failure and the self-guilt and loathing that came with it. The creature would have already died from the pinpoint shot through its heart, but now Akio had shot it through its throat, damaging the vocal cords and muting the dying bastard. With its last few seconds of life, he glanced a half glance towards the hunter as its head began to disappear, seemingly pleased at its final shot before death.

It was dead, almost no trace of it could be found, save for the scratched trees and hoove prints left behind in the ensuing battle. Akio glanced at his trusty companion, his revolver, on the side it was engraved with some Korean characters;

"Na-ega wonhaneun eotteon nal eul buyeohabnida."
Roughly translating to 'Grant me which I desire'.

The Revolver was peculiar, it looked new and well-maintained despite its age. It can host up to six shots as a normal revolver could but the bullets it can hold are not the norm. The bullets had two lines on it, that glowed an outlandish orange. It was oddly shaped, having three hooks with equi-distance to each other on the middle, and the head seemed almost too sharp almost looking boorish in shape.

He sighed a deep sigh of relief, snapping his gaze from his Revolver to the starry night sky, looking pensively at its beauty and majesty.

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The journey to Vatican city took somewhat long, as it was basically on another continent. However using the resources of the ever-elusive Order, he caught the fastest ferries and trains he could. He didn't sleep though, as each transportation method was back to back, and it seemed like he had to change conveyance at every opportunity. Now getting rather annoyed at the constant shifting, the ferryman assured that this would be the final change. But it would take a few hours to get there, so Akio strapped in, luggage in tow.

He slept, no dream to keep him company, just... emptiness before he was shook awake by one of the attendants. He had arrived, albeit a bit jet-lagged. He still felt sleepy, but it was daytime right now, and the chatter that filled his ears as walked off of the ferry proved it. He rubbed his eyes in dismay, it would take a bit before he could adjust his body clock but he'd endure. He started waking towards the location- his destination. His luggage was taken away by some person hired by the order- atleast Akio hoped.

Many of the buildings were variegated, odd linings and colourings were omni-present in almost all the buildings. Even the architecture was weird, despite having ties with the order, he never needed to go to the main headquarters, but now that he was summoned he reluctantly chose to go. Different and varied incense fought to gain dominance over his sense of smell, but the diverse smells produced a concoction that produced the opposite effect, it made Akio nauseous, He shook his head and continued walking, opting to breathe through his mouth to avoid the intensity of the aromas present all around.

A peckish feeling overtook Akio, his eye spotted a bakery. He approached it, feeling that he can spare a couple of minutes to sate his stomach. The sign was battered and rundown, but it undoubtedly spelled out Bakery, unless Akio's gone blind. With a ding, he entered the store. The sweet fragrance of freshly baked breads was now more intense, and a hearty 'Welcome' was said as he approached the counter.

Another ding was heard as he left the door, a bag with two pieces of sugary breads poking out held in tow. He finally arrived at the place, the Manor. In all its allure, grandeur and majesty, which was heavily ironic as it drew attention, but the Order was meant to be secret.. He was perfectly content with just viewing and observing the fine achievement of architecture, until a voice called out to him. A voice he knew, and instantly vexed him, a voice that soured his mood. It was the voice of Salvyn, another member he had a not so pleasurable experience with a few years back.

"AKIO? S'THAT YOU? Fancy seeing you here. Oh boy, it has really been a stretch of time!"
"I suppose we are rather late - let's head on up before we get ourselves into a mess with the boss."

He said these words and quickly left his presence, the energetic brunette seemed to remember their unsavory encounter. He irritably massaged his forehead with his open hand due to him dropping his bread due to the surprise, and rather unwanted greetings. Looking down at the bread, now interlocked with mirth, dirt and sand. It was a complete waste.

"Order seems desperate if they want him present." Akio grumbled in his lonesome, resuming his gait towards the Manor. After arriving, the irritating Salvyn was present, standing next to two odd men. One too dressed for the occasion, and another man the towered over his own height. He leaned back against the wall, waiting for something to happen whilst the last piece of bread was in his hand.

The Order: A Tale of Steam and Monster Hunting

So uh, can we post the character sheets in the tab?

Edit:

Is it too late to join this rp?

@ayzrules

Should be fine to apply, probably >>

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@KuramaaaZ

Apparently all the top brass or higher ranks tho, elbow/arm aiming allows lower sensitivity for better aiming.
Am trying it out and its kinda cool, I kinda think my aim is somewhat better but like its weird to shift from wrist to elbow/arm.

Edit: Wow, and turning full 360 feels really weird.

Elemental Academy [Currently Accepting!] -closed-

So... you guys who play Overwatch, you aim with your wrist or elbow/arm?

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@Zelosse
I think Jed may be in NA servers, not sure tho, but his League account was in NA.