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Standing up and dusting himself off, Jacob nodded at Jade, smiling at her and the Guardian who had joined them to make sure they were alright. Jacob's wounds were mostly superficial or minor, but when he thought about it, he had really acted recklessly. He could have made a barrier, or teleported out of the way of the flames. Instead, he leaped right through them like some kind of stupid action hero. Well, what was done was done. He'd have to remember this for another time, though. If he was dealing with other Wanderers, he couldn't take any chanced. It wasn't like fighting regular humans, which he had gotten used to.

Turning to get a look at the girl who had first been attacked, Jacob saw Mable nearly collapsed and being supported by one of the Guardians. Good, they were taking care of everybody. When Ashlynn got up and started walking away, Jacob almost went after her, but stopped when Mable did just that, electing to watch as he slowly walked over to his jacket, picking it up and putting it back on his body. It was true that she hadn't thanked Mable, and that the risk of another attack was still present. "Little lady's got a point, there. Those guys are tough-tougher than I would have dared dream. Wouldn't shock me if they came back, especially after all that weird business they were talkin'. Any clue as to why they were calling you 'Mother'?"

Rolling his arms in a circle, he approached Mable and gave her a smile. "I recognize you. Same guild, we are. Mable's the name, right? Don't remember if we ever been formally introduced. Jacob Rockwell." He inclined his head towards Ashlynn, continuing. "Don't go getting yourself all worked up over someone else too much, now. Even if she don't wanna thank you, what's it matter? You helped her, you know that, she knows that. Some people don't like to admit they owe somebody something. Some people don't acknowledge this stuff as a matter of pride. Met a few folks like that myself. Ain't a thing wrong with it, so don't you go worrying over it more than ya have to."
As a web of fire surrounded him, Jacob braced himself, took a leap forward and jumped through it, towards the attacker, before it fully closed. When he was on the other side, bits of his flesh were seared and most of his hair was singed. Covering himself with healing energy, he made a few steps towards the fire-wielder and took a swing.

As he did, however, he noticed the man make a grand leap and spin, tossing a javelin of ice into one of the many others who had suddenly entered the warehouse and joined the fight. Torn between helping the girl and continuing the fight, Jacob's choice was forced when the remaining two disappeared, seemingly in the blink of an eye. Replacing them was a torrent of metallic death falling from above. With little other choice, Jacob ran towards the girl, shielding his head and hoping whatever injuries he sustained would be manageable until he took care of the serious problem in front of him.

Just who were these people?! Grunting and shaking his head, he made his way over to the wounded girl, whose throat was pierced by the massive shard of ice.

"Don't you worry, don't you worry, I've gotcha. This is gonna hurt, but you hafta tough it out, alright?" Grabbing the ice, Jacob snapped it at a thin portion near her neck, dragging the girl's unconscious body off the wall as he pulled the remaining bit of the javelin free. Sighing, he jerked the last bit of it out of her throat, a current of blood following after it. Instantly, tendrils of white energy made their way from Jason's body to hers, repairing the wound as best he could manage. The damage was extraordinary, but it was a relatively clean blow. Nothing like a bullet, which had the tendency to tumble and shred up a person's insides if it didn't have enough velocity to go out the other side.

Meanwhile, he looked around, noticing that some others, including at least one of the Guardians who ad joined the fray, were also injured, and a young girl was treating the first girl who had been attacked. He recognized her, actually, Mable. She had potential and raw power, but lacked experience, not unlike himself. Jacob had some experience, but he was almost completely self-taught until recently.
Then it looks like I'm wrong. Good, I was hoping that's the case. Consider the issue dead and me still in. Sorry if I seemed like a jerk there, just wanted to get that idea across. To be honest, it's kinda my fault since I was busy almost all day and couldn't get on Skype.

TL;DR Got it, y'all got a good point there, thanks for letting me know though instead of just being like "good riddance."

Hope we can all be good RP buddies for a long while then. I do like this RP, I was just a it off-put by the show of force. I guess I really did underestimate these peeps.
So...I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this RP. I was expecting...something a bit different. I'm not exactly fond of the way things are being handled. Don't get me wrong, it's a nice setting and all, it's just...the absurd level of GM total control and the extremely overbearing power of these guys is starting to put me off. In general, I prefer for people to control their own characters. It's one thing to have extremely powerful enemies, it's another to have people with the ability to launch a psionic spear that automatically impales a character to the wall, and can rip another person's face off. I understand that you ARE the GM, but I think it might just be better for me to bow and take my leave here.

It was nice meeting y'all, though.
Eastern Standard Time (GMT-5) here.
Yey.
Jacob was walking away from a bar not too far off from the Academy, whistling to himself, when he noticed a guy jump from a dumpster up onto a rooftop. His eyes narrowed and his heart started beating a bit faster as he wondered what the hell this guy was doing. Deciding to follow, he silently climbed onto the dumpster, pulling himself onto the rooftop with ease. Silently watching, he pondered what exactly this guy was planning to do, when the other man dropped off the rooftop. Apparently, he'd found what he was looking for. Carefully moving from one edge of the rooftop to the other, Jacob heard a sickening cracking sound ring out. It wasn't the distinct crack of a breaking bone, but it was definitely more than enough to tell him something bad was about to happen, if it hadn't already. He carefully peaked down to see the man he was following joined be multiple others, standing over a girl with a motorcycle helmet.

Deciding not to intervene just yet as they carried the girl off, Jacob followed behind, making sure to hide himself well. Wouldn't do him any good to be caught now, would it? When they took the girl to an abandoned warehouse, a few unsavory memories returned to Jacob's mind. This was probably going to end badly, very badly. It was too organized to be a mugging or general thuggery. These people clearly planned this out beforehand. Soon enough, the girl got up, and said something to the dozen or so people surrounding her before producing a pair of telekinetic blades from her arms.

Ah, so that's what this was. Human-on-Wanderer violence. Makes sense. He was about to stop it then, but the hulking leader took a seemingly impossible leap forward, seeming to disappear for a moment, and landed a powerful hook on the girl, sending her crumpling to the floor. Damn, what the hell was that? A perception trick? He had to be a Wanderer too if that's what it was, but Jacob could probably counter it then. At the very least, it wouldn't work on him, as his mind was powerful enough to keep him protected from all but the absolute strongest mental assaults.

As the group started to pound on the girl, Jacob decided to still watch. He wanted to see how far they'd go with this, and he wasn't going to stop until he found out exactly what is was they wanted. Acting without proper intel had already cost him half his leg, his career, his friends, and the lives of three good soldiers. He wasn't going to make that mistake again. But all they wanted to do was kill her, it seemed. They called her 'mother.' What the hell did that mean? Well, it didn't matter, now was the time to act. One of them was choking the girl, a disgusting gurgling sound coming from her throat.

Just as he was about to move, a burst of darkish flame scorched the man's hand, making him drop the girl. This was the perfect time to reveal himself.

Taking off his jacket and tossing it to the floor, Jacob coughed into his elbow. His dog tags swung freely from his neck as he cracked it, a smirk crossing his face. "I would recommend not doing that, unless you want to see what hell is actually like. Didn't yer momma teach ya to treat ladies with respect, or was she too busy workin' the corners?" He took a fighting stance and slowly started probing the minds of the people around him, to get an idea of how they'd attack. He was always a cheater when it came to fighting, but if your life or health was at risk, why not use everything you could to your advantage?
Stitches said
Well, Mable has an automatic reason to be there - from what I have seen, she's the only one with white mage as her primary power. Healing powers ACTIVATE.However, if you don't mind, I'll wait a couple of hours for D's post to see if I can fit around it...but Mable can jump in whenever. I was worried, however, that in doing so I might end up completely messing things up for the RP.


Also, Jacob has Primary White Magic. He's a support character with his abilities, but he can also work as a tank, fighting up front and healing himself.

EDIT: post up and edited to work with the new arrivals. The odds are a lot more even now, methinks. And its a pretty faithful recreation of my original post, too. Remembered all the important stuff, anyway.
Oh, right, I do. My name should be the same as my guildname, I think.
AND I lost my post.....I'll try and recreate it....ARGH DAMMIT
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