Lonewolf685

The War of the Three

Prison breaks naturally spilled pandemonium into the streets, whether it was the escapees flight to freedom or the onrush of demons eager to spill their blood in a frenzy of carnage. Such debacles were costly, fruitless, but above all, interesting spectacle for the bored and indifferent. Such was the case of a portal aficionado glimpsing his labors play out from the comfort of her throne room, Rufie's feet propped up on the regal couches arm rests as her hands idly dug through a bucket of popcorn. She'd hoped to lessen the boredom of a dreary day in the Nexus by sowing Discord in the capital, but regardless of setting fire to the puppy mill or giving skeleton keys to every convict, Rufie just couldn't get a kick out of any of it. Sighing to herself she closed the viewing portal and slumped over, consigning herself to a dull attempt at napping on the job.

"You're a girl again?" The voice was brash and as obnoxious as its owner and it would have given great satisfaction to said owner if Rufie rolled her eyes or even huffed in annoyance. Dana thrived off those kind of reactions and so she had no shame in making it as blunt as possible. The school girl appeared beside Rufie's position, even daring to thrust a finger forward and poke at her cheeks rapidly. Anyone else would have gotten it lobbed off via a portal but then again, Dana would have probably liked that. "Oh wow, I guess someone got embarassed by their lack of masculinity. Was it something I said?" she asked, grinning deviously. "Or maybe you just really, reeeeally, like groping yourself, what with the boobs and everything...."

"Of course I grope myself. Who wouldn't if they had the chance? Still, i'm just not feeling the masturbation today." Rufie replied, eyes flickering towards the finger thrust to her cheek before following the hand back to the shark toothed face of her annoying other half. "Maybe I should tease you about your school girl fetish. Must be fun going on trains HOPING someone tries to molest you, little Ms. Jailbait."

In a move befitting of Dana her head turned towards the prodding digit and Rufie snapped her teeth around it, biting Dana between grinding teeth. It was only fair if she was bored then Dana could stand to suffer a little. True enough, Dana's reaction would be more than enough to amuse Rufie, that of an eye roll. After all, anyone could make the school girl cry out and moan, but only a few knew how to annoy her. She scowled even further more so at the way Rufie was dressed rather than the blood trickling her clamped digit.

"Ewwww, and what are you wearing? You look more like my mom than my husband...er, wife. Oh ho, you must reeeealllly be bored today if you're going around flocking with that kind of thing on your shoulders." The shark-toothed blonde managed to grin a little more and shrugged in place, not exactly able to go anywhere with Rufie holding her still. "Everyone loves school girls. Like, you could totes ask any Demon here and I bet they'd want to tap that," she said with a little wriggle.

There was an undeniable truth to Dana's words, and seeing as the vampire made no move to extricate her finger, Rufie thought to remind the vampire she was indeed not her mother. She reached beneath the short skirt and clutched her by Dana's firm posterior, lifting her onto the couch atop Rufie. "You don't like the wardrobe? And here I thought you were into the older woman, what with that Contractee of yours and that run away Valkyrie. Your history of past loves leads me to think you just like the older woman, regardless of your lying tongue."

"Waaaaah, that's like, totes non-consent!" Dana said with flair, flailing arms as she was rested atop Rufie. Oh, she had many things to comment on her husband's more charming form and her eyes narrowed before making herself comfortable on Rufie's lap. "Pfft, you're talking about two bimbos who likes to wear suits. Blergh, that's not what a cute school girl wears at all! But speaking of older women, you're the one who's always making compensations when you turn into one." A shark grin became a dark smirk as the vampire fidgeted around more, eyes flicking down. "Oh, didn't you think I would notice? You always make yourself taller than me like this....not to mention a few more assets if you know what I mean, oh ho! You used to be so plain but then you added special features. Trying to compensate for something, dear?" Dana said, snickering upon her wife.

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By Imperial Standards, that balances out to no one killed :3

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And I'll wait for Regina before deciding which commisar to emulate when Leblanc goes. On the one hand, Yarrick never had to execute a single soldier under his command...on the other, Leblanc has yet to find a chain sword to do it proper justice.

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@Awesomoman64

Ten points to Awesome for a Community Meme. 9990 more and you win a 'Get out of Windel Free' card.

The War of the Three

Ananta

It took more effort then Ananta would care to admit to round up the orphans, their en-masse discovery that they could take the form of cats left both her and the angelic nuns scrambling to catch the furry youngsters before they lost themselves in the bustle of commuters, not to mention the danger of motor vehicles they would be woefully unfamiliar with from their time in Celestia.

"Children, settle down or we won't be able to get ice cream." She chastised firmly, corraling the last of the mewling kittens amidst the balustrade of her tail curved in upon itself, her Asura arms darting out to pick up any of them that tried to scramble out. All was going well enough till one of the nuns pointed to a kit who'd been approached by a local child whose feline face bespoke of the mischief all parental figures bemoaned in the friends of their charges. Shuffling forward with an awkward gait made sluggish by the kittens she had to contain, till she lift the final orphan angel from the ground and set his squirming body down with it's kin.

"Pardon me, my child. These youths are under my care and we are too new to this area for me to let them wander off so freely. Perhaps your parents can arrange for a playdate some other time when we are settled." The pink naga said beneficently yet found her gaze drift upwards the disgusting musk of a creature more carnal then your average succubus, it's voluptuous figure reposed upon a tree branch over head like a resting predator. Such an unseemly feline, too slattern for even a modicum of modesty to cover herself, had Ananta salivating with an audible hunger rumbling from her stomach to the tip of her tail.

"You up there. I don't believe this to be your child. Are you a transient or do you normally stalk small children?" Ananta asked, idly playing with the tassels of her shawl as though not inclined to whip it out and bind Noire to the branch she laid upon.

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It didn't take a genius to know why a sorcerer did not wade into battle in full plate mail, or why a warrior would only shield themselves in a silken nightgown and be done with the business of personal protection. It did, however, take personal experience to grasp the exhaustion of transitioning from wearing such light vestments as robes to a set of light armor, and Suparna was cursing ever step taken between heavy pants up the steps of Celestia's most prominent palace as the blessed metal grew heavier with time.

"At last!" Suparna cried, falling to a knee as she reached the summit and felt a rush of welcome wind tostle her new Angelic Attire. It was over all tight, stuffy, and far more then she was used to, but Diana was right about a great many martial things and this was one of them. Just hurling her maggots about did her no good when everyone was either too thick skinned or too powerful for it too work alone. At least the armor would do well in protecting her shell and the maggots within, and already the shield and sword, fastened to her back and waist respectively, were prime vectors to penetrate any enemies guard and disperse her ravenous horde in the wake of a shield bash or a thrust. "Though I'm going to throttle her for not getting that feather weight enchantment on them. Doesn't she know corpses don't get stronger from exercising?!"

But her grumbling soon stilled as easily as her breath did, and she rose to enter the holiest of abodes to find her draconian friend for yet another bout of questions and answers, as she was want to do in this land of Milk and Honey. She shouldered the doors and slipped inside, immediately struck by both the grandeur and the absurdity of the room.

"Ummm, is this a bad time, Diana?" Suparna said through a suddenly parched throat, eyes turning from the Imperius visage of Deva, radiating a serene superiority even with her eyes closed, to the scene of dogs sniffing dogs a stones throw away, and finally to Diana seemingly caught against a pillar by an Angel as feared as she was respected. Colloquily known by demons both captured and defected to Heaven as the Rat Catcher, she'd had the odious honor of a brief meeting with the Vassal. It amounted to an unabashed promise of suffering should she betray the trust of Diana and Deva, along with a complimentary 'Welcome to the Neighborhood' fruit basket.

It possessed an unsurprising lack of apples, and an abundance of pamphlets about local congregations and how to devout oneself to Heaven's grand designs.

And now this vary same terror was looming over Diana and Suparna honestly couldn't read the situation for a damn. "I was just going to ask my friend about this place some of the soldiers were talking about. A training ground for your Valkyries and...others." Suparna wrung her wrists awkwardly, unable to find a nicer word then the jeers directed at what she imagined to be more akin to barbarians then proper Angels of Heaven. "They said it was Valhalla, if that means anything to you."

Galactic Conquest

Hmm, the CS tab roused my curiosity but reading the IC, I don't see much room for another Supremacist civilization without prompting some massive power creep and igniting the present IC powder keg. Sorry, I'll withdraw my interest here.

Galactic Conquest

Well, this is interesting. I see two Asari factions, two Fallen, the RNGesus forsaken Ethereals, Sith, and some interesting originals. I still have to read through the IC but I'm tentatively interested from the OOC and CS section, even with the discussion of power creep.

Now to read the posts and decide on calling a Waagh to the Galaxy...

The War of the Three

@floodtalon

I can already tell Windel will just love this.

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@Bushman501

Leblanc is definitely going to try and stab Regina once the battle is done, but luckily that is why we have Gradon and Ires to be the calmer leaders to decide how to properly go forward in the future. She'll defer to their judgement and punishment as they see fit.

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Leblanc Farris

[[ Location : Enemy Encampment]]

To her elation and surprise the improvised sneak attack was fired to good effect on the creature of darkness and demonstrated to her that it could be stunned and disabled through sufficient force, their actions having practical detriment to it's own capabilities. The probing strike did have some drawbacks, however, as she observed it reacting to the assault by snatching the projectiles from their air and hurling them towards the ranged combatants still hiding amidst the woods. Leblanc found a moment's concern well up and hoped that Regina and Szeren weren't so focused in their assault as to forsake evasion, yet an eruption of bestial screaming allayed those concerns and brought a cold rage to her buxom.

Yet again Regina sought to co-opt the chain of command, having no faith in the capabilities of her fellow cadets to operate in the knife's edge of pitched melee to the best of their ability. This was even worse of a situation then with Rocs, as at least then they had the rest of their group with them, a Princess in command, and didn't need to rely upon a group of Vessel users they had not even identified outside of a shared enemy in the rampaging monster.

Then came the orders themselves, and Leblanc had to wonder if Regina had actually been struck in the head if she actually thought that trying to organize such disparate people into any sense of cohesion would work. Worse of all, she wanted them to surround and engage in melee while she and others bombarded it from range? Friendly fire had nearly claimed her life not seconds ago and she wanted them to run in and just hope a stray bullet wouldn't take them in the back or that this nimble beast wouldn't move aside and expose the Cadets to a withering hail of fire.

"That's it. I'm going to have to make an example of her." Leblanc said with a clarity belying the adrenal rush flooding her system as she rose from the shadows and stalked towards the creature with a brazen calm. Her voice rose, amplified in challenge to both monster and man while her Roc talon spun in her palm. "Cease your damned barrage, Cadets. Select your fire only when the beast's attention is occupied and the lane of fire is clear. Anyone who can approach in melee, follow my lead and strike for it's limbs. I want it on the ground and impaled on steel before Ires ever lays eyes on it."

Perhaps it was a matter of spite at the marksman's obstinate ways, but Leblanc couldn't let Regina go screaming orders like that from a distance and not act with a certain daring of her own. It would have been something of a folly to ascribe to her the sentiment of the battle kings of yore, alive only in the thick of the mess and cleaving men in two from the very front of combat, but if she stuck to the shadows and operated like a surgeon slicing an artery, then all chance for order would be lost and Leblanc would be damned if that happened on her watch.

Bounding off the mark she took to the air to cross the distance between herself and beast, pressing off it's bent knee to change momentum from horizontal to vertical. The rancid breath struck her bare skin with all it's moist heat as she rocketed past it's snarling muzzle, only to orient herself with the sharpened talon stabbing into it's neck and swinging her about one hundred and eighty degrees, where upon her boots slammed into it a back rippling with knotted muscle and pushed with all her might to either cleave the beast from throat to crested head or simply bend it backwards from the force of her rush and stagger it for the attacks to come.

Assuming it didn't find the time to swat her off it's back like a gnat on a cow's ass, a fate she hoped the competence of others would spare her from in the seconds to follow.