Psyker Landshark

Edged Horizon

"Damn him!" He was sad, angry, frustrated at how Fion had accused his mother of the nonsense that he was going through. He had stopped his aimless wandering through the estate in search of the crystala boy to hit the wall next to him with closed fist. Outside of this and simply screaming, he didn't quite know what else to do to vent his frustration.

His relief process was interupted by the shaking of the house, and by the large thing that had nearly toppled him. "Oh, Araki," he had stated blankly as he recovered; slight embarassment showing on his face for having thought of the boy as a "thing".

"Well, I'm going to assume that it was him seeing as how this house is deserted," he had said in tandem with the second vibration, a pace entering his step as he began to lead the way to the source of the shaking. "Have you found anyone? This place is deserted..."

After venting his feelings through an outburst of wind magic, Fion remained silently at Richard's side, studying the old butler's corpse. From what he could tell, the man's death hadn't been from actual battle. The greatsword in his hands meant that he'd been rushing to help the other Seyours, but there were no wounds on his body.

Considering all of the rubble that Fion had found him in, he had probably been crushed under something collapsing. Bowing his head down, it occurred to Fion that Richard deserved at least a decent burial. He wouldn't bury any of the other wastes of space that comprised his family, save for perhaps his mother, but he'd damn well bury one of the only people in this household that treated him decently. Picking Richard's body up with his arm, Fion stepped out of the side courtyard, trying to figure out a good place to bury him. Perhaps out in the gardens? The old man did like to spend his break time out there.

Emerging from the ruins of the house, Fion came across Araki and the mage from earlier, already speaking to each other. Still clutching Richard's corpse in his arm, he walked over to the two of them.

"Either of you seen a shovel lying around?"

"No, no corpses either," Araki replied as he followed after 'Riley' for a moment before he held up the damaged weapon, "only thing of interest was this. Whatever hit the house left little behind." He turned at the sound of someone approaching them, and frowned at the body Fion carried in his arms. He didn't really know what to feel considering he had only known Richard for a brief while, but there was certainly regret mixed in. The man had been polite and even seemingly kind at times to him.

"Shovel?" He wasn't quite familiar with what a shovel was, but nevertheless he hadn't seen anything in his brief comb of the house. "No, only this," he muttered again as he held up the weapon again. Maybe Fion would be more familiar with it.

Fion's eyes widened upon seeing the blade.

"That's...my mother's sword." He said, closing his eyes and sighing. Damn. Perhaps the one Seyour that he'd hoped had lived, and now there was pretty much proof that she was dead. "Did you find a body, or was it gone like the rest?"

The news that Araki had brought was... troubling, to the man. How does one of the most influential houses in Cykes just simply disappear? The sword had been the only thing found, but what exactly did that mean? There was no aura of talentium to it, and its make was unidentifiable to someone like him who was so unversed in the make of weapons. Puzzling, all of it.

The following sight of Fion with the body of his butler was further conflicting to the man's already unsorted emotions. He had been one of the few people who had been nice to the witch -- the even fewer who had treated with a shred of respect -- so to see him as he was now...

"Fion, I'm sorry but," the man started, his place not exactly certain on the matter, but Riley's place rather assured. "We found nothing else besides the sword, attributed to Araki's own snooping. I'm sorry, I'm-I'm just sorry... for this, for all of this..." The man's gaze fell to the ground.

"Don't be." Fion said evenly, all traces of levity gone from his voice as he averted his gaze from his mother's sword, surveying the damage done to the estate and the garden surrounding it. "If you weren't involved, you've got nothing to be sorry for. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go bury Richard." Stepping away, Fion looked around the grounds until he found a section of the gardens that wasn't ruined by the attack and set Richard's body down before drawing his sword. Stabbing it into the ground, he ran mana down the blade, causing wind magic to rotate as he used it to drill a hole in the ground for a grave. When he was satisfied that the hole was large enough, Fion put down his blade and picked Richard back up, setting him down into the grave. Picking his scimitar back up, Fion directed his wind magics to blow dirt into the grave, filling it back up. With that done, he went back into the house and took Richard's greatsword out of the rubble, bringing it back outside and thrusting it into the ground to mark Richard's grave. Drawing his own sword back out, Fion saluted the grave with it, his voice barely rising above a whisper.

"Sorry I couldn't give you a better funeral, old man." Fion mourned, sheathing his sword as he turned to leave. "You deserved better than this." Shaking his head, he moved to rejoin Araki and Eldran, shifting his cloak around.

"So, what now?"

Araki had supposed Fion might have wanted to take the weapon, but apparently not and so was left unsure of what to do with it. Ignoring that, he answered his question with a shake of head, "No sign of it. Certainly put up more of a fight than the others." The signs of battle that had led to the broken blade's resting place were certainly more prominent. Looking between 'Riley' and Fion, he figured it would be best to stay put and let Fion finish his business here.

At the question though, he turned to 'Riley' for suggestions. He had only really returned to Cykes because he had been carrying Fion, but now that he had an inkling of what had happened, 'fleeing' back to Talze Utera hardly felt 'right'. There was also the strange sensations he could still feel. They intrigued him, but Araki barely knew anything about them; not enough to act at the least.

"Well," the 'mage' had started as he suppresed any lingering emotions, "I suppose we should ask about what remains of the town. And by 'we', I mean Fion and I. This place was attacked by monsters... monsters caused by summoning magic, but monsters none the less. That, however, is all we know, and it means most are likely to flee at the sight of you, Araki. There's likely more -- not much, but still -- that we could garner from those who were already here..."

"As long as we don't have to see the Sidosa Board." Fion chimed in, forcing a bit more cheerfulness in his voice. "I'd rather they not interrogate me and waste my time. Hell, a walk on the town would be nice at this point, if it weren't for the corpses and destruction everywhere."

"So I'll just sit and twiddle my fingers inside, maybe see if there's anything else I can find." Araki narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment after having resigned himself to doing nothing while the two tried to gather some information. "Try and find out if there were two unusuals last night would you?"

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Fish of Oblivion said
Discussing premeditated murder with a freaking God, no less. I mean, Baihumon being there alone would be ample to base a post on, let alone the other stuff./backtostudyingnothingtoseehere

get the fuck back to work

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I mean, BanchoLeomon and Examon are pretty much discussing premeditated murder. That's something.

Wingless: From the Cracked-Open Sky

An alarm clock blared, and Felix awoke with a grimace, wiping the sweat off his brow as he threw the blaring clock against the wall in annoyance. Groaning, he dragged himself out of bed, wondering how it was this hot at only six in the morning. After a quick check to see that his alarm clock was still working, he surveyed his dorm room, looking over what possessions he had to make sure no one had stolen anything while he was asleep. After all, it was what he would do, and had done multiple times to other people. It didn't matter how lightly someone slept as long as you didn't actually make any noise.

The dorm room was tiny, but given that Felix was almost never in it besides when he needed to sleep, he didn't mind. All he had on his desk was a collection of various hot sauces and spices, as well as a portable game system that he'd brought over from Al'Ket. It was a fun distraction for him, but apparently the ones from At'Pol were superior in every aspect. Looking out the window, Felix spotted a certain albino girl already walking out of the dorm building, parasol in hand. Huh. She was headed out to the outpost early, especially given that they weren't due there for a good while yet. Shrugging, he turned to his closet. It was hot out enough that he seriously considered just forgoing a shirt and going around bare-chested, but he decided against it after considering the fact that he might get sunburned. Instead, he just threw on a tank top and some pants before leaving the room.

Walking downstairs, Felix made his way to the dorm building's kitchen, where he proceeded to make himself a breakfast of scrambled eggs with liberal amounts of hot sauce drizzled over them. Thankfully, the landlady was busy having breakfast with some poor bastard who wasn't quick enough to escape her clutches, and so he wouldn't have to deal with that. After getting some food in his belly, Felix finally made his way out the door and started walking towards headquarters. The walk itself was uneventful, but the heat was rather annoying. Still, he made it to Daedalus headquarters quickly enough, and arrived to find the commander and the coordinator already there, as well as his teammates. Southey, Kathrine, and Rinshan were decent enough in Felix's opinion, but Isis and Carbon were just too damned serious all the time. Honestly, if those two could just learn to enjoy themselves, they'd be better off. What was the point in being a Fae and risking your life if you didn't enjoy it just a little bit?

"Hey," He raised a hand in greeting to all of them. "Crappy day, huh?"

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I could post, but I'm the last one that posted and I really don't want to double post.

Wingless: From the Cracked-Open Sky

”What’s the point of doing all this if you can’t have fun?”

Name: Felix Lee

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Personality:
Felix is a fun-loving thrill seeker that views being a Fae as an exciting adventure. He finds combat to be enjoyable for the adrenaline it brings, and thrives on challenges, deriving happiness from conquering difficult tasks. He also possesses slight kleptomaniacal tendencies, and enjoys stealing for both the challenge of it and because he gets a kick out of the possibility of being discovered.

Skills:
-Stealth
-Fishing
-Cooking

Likes:
-Fighting
-Stealing
-Puns
-Spicy foods

Dislikes:
-People that are too serious
-Property rights
-Sweet foods

History:
Felix was born in the relatively modern town of Al’Ket in the Regana'Hier pod. He is a first-generation Fae, having applied to the ranks of Daedalus as a young child out of a desire for adventure. His test results were good enough that he received a pair of wings soon after he was accepted into Daedalus, and he acclimated to them quickly, reaching stage three in just under a year.

Felix performed well in field missions, having a natural disposition to combat and skill in stealth. However, those skills in stealth also hindered him off the battlefield when a yearly review revealed that many of his teammates had reported missing personal effects stolen from their rooms. As the only one who hadn’t reported missing items, Felix was the top suspect. He was never caught thieving, and no concrete evidence was shown, but the stigma stuck with him and he was eventually reassigned to the sleepy town of Era'Thet by a disgruntled officer whose office Felix had broken into.

Artificial Wings

Name: The Shadow

Stage: III

Description/Image: Felix’s wings manifest as dark grey, sleek, and futuristic armor around his torso. His arms and legs are coated in the same metal that his armor is composed of to provide lightweight protection for his limbs. The wings’ weapon is a pair of clawed metal gauntlets made of the same material that the armor is.

Ability: Felix is capable of manifesting a shadowy double of himself that he can command at will. The shadow is outfitted with the same weapons as Felix and is capable of touching objects and affecting the world around it. The shadow is capable of doing physical damage with its weapons, but it can also take damage, which is then immediately dealt to Felix’s actual body. The shadow can only stay manifested if it is within a twenty meter radius of its creator. If it leaves that radius, the shadow dissipates and must be manifested again by its creator.

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Vocalia said
http://oh8.deviantart.com/art/Madoka-Titus-429127123?q=gallery%3Aoh8&qo=0All of my wat.

11/10 would play.

Also, welcome to 40k, Vo. It's fucking amazing until you get to the actual tabletop. And then you just want Games Workshop to be murdered by 3D printing for their exorbitant model prices.

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Vincanity said
http://www.gofundme.com/8ewwegIf anyone has time to read, money to donate, or the ability to share this link with others I would be very thankful. My father is one of the most important people, if not the most, in my life and I would like to find a way to give him the amazing gift of his best friend. Thank you.

Sorry, man. I would donate if I could, but I'm pretty much strapped for cash at the moment. Life of a poor college student and whatnot.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Aye. Same here, really. Mainly it's the fact that school's been kicking my ass, and I've been having to buckle down and study my ass off. On the few occasions I do have free time, I'm generally too exhausted to write. I am so sorry for not being able to post often.

Edged Horizon

Walking the streets of Cykes was wrenching the man. The blood that acted as paint. The now homeless wandering about without purpose, without anywhere really to go. The corpses that had obviously tried to fight when they should have run. The dead weight of the man he carried... And it was all because of that man who had somehow stolen his body. He wanted to cry, but the notion seemed impossible with how dry and overused they had already become...

"...Where am I now?"

The unexpected voice shook him from his reverie, and relief took over his expressions. "Fion... You're okay," he said with a smile as he carefully dropped him from his shoulder.

For his part, Fion was still in shock from everything that had happened back at the Burrow, from Riley trying to murder everybody to him losing his arm. Then came the dream. And now some damn hobo he didn't know was smiling at him while he was surrounded by blood and corpses. Speaking of which...the area around here looked awfully familiar...no.

"Alright." He breathed slowly, looking at the man in front of him. "Three things. One, who are you. Two, how do you know my name. Three, please don't tell me this is Cykes."

"Ah," his voice caught with minor surprise at the man's questions. He had forgotten completely in his relief that Fion didn't know "him"; knew her but not him. He looked away and coughed with a faint blush as he began to answer. "The first two can be answered with one word: -- well, name really -- Araki. I found you and your big, um, friend -- shall we say? -- around the edge of the Burrow and began searching for a healer. There was a large release of mana, and thinking it was the feel of a healer, followed it to find him. His appearance was, well, shocking to say the least as I wasn't keen on finding a... monster so far Talze Utera, but as I explained my predicament and I led him back toward the two of you, he said your name...

"And as for your third question, yes, this is Cykes... I believe that it was the doing of the same woman who did... that," he pointed to the stub that replaced Fion's arm.

"Cut the shit." Fion laughed bitterly as he gazed forlornly at his missing arm. "That wasn't her. Her bitch of a mother did something to her, and she's damn well not herself. For one, she sure as hell wasn't good enough to use magics as advanced as she did on me, and she told me outright that she wasn't Riley. Damn witch probably got a demon to possess her daughter or something." Turning back to the man, he narrowed his eyes into a glare. "And stop hiding whatever it is you don't want me to find out. I asked you two simple questions, and you give me a long, rambling explanation that didn't even answer one of them."

His remaining hand went down to the talentium dagger sheathed in his belt. Fion was damned sick of whatever it was that this man was trying to pull, and after the god-awful day he'd had, he was done being nice. "Start over. And this time, stop stalling."

The man scoffed in anger. He saved his life, and yet has the nerve to get indignant with him? Very much in character for Fion, yet infuriating still. "And who the hell are you to be asking me such thing, boy?" he shouted bitterly. "You obviously hold yourself in high regard to ask questions and then accuse me of lying when you have no apparent right to!" He began walking away, grumbling. "Thinking of fighting me, a goddamn mage, with only one arm; what nerve!" he grumbled.

"A name is all I want." Fion scowled, pulling himself back up on his own two feet as wind began to swirl around him. "That's all, friend. Not that hard to give me, unless you're hiding something you don't want me to know."

"It is Eldran, mage of Illiserev," he called back as he continued to walk away in the direction of Fion's house. A sneer crept across his face. "Dare claim that I am lying about and I shall have something much bigger than you take the that other arm of yours."
"I have business yet with that monster friend of yours, and all I have to find him is an address he claims to be yours."

"Feh," Fion spat, sheathing his dagger even as the wind continued to swirl around him. "A male mage? I'd say that's unlikely, but given myself...they slap a dying girl's arm onto you too, or was yours natural?" He snarked, wrapping his cloak around him as the magical wind finally died out.

The man's jaw hinged with the statement. Was he being serious? The man didn't know; they had never really spoken about the source of Fion's magic, and Fion's attitude made discerning reality from such words was difficult, as was the usual. "Natural..." he said flatly. "Although it has only recently began to manifest," he added almost as an afterthought, "so my control is a bit... limited, at the moment."

"Wonderful. Second partner in a row to have issues controlling their magic. Well, at least I might not end up getting clawed in the face by a giant demon bird this time." Fion rolled his eyes as he took the lead, walking ahead of the man. "If you're coming to the Seyour estate, follow along. I've nothing better to do than see how they fared in the attack."

~

Halfway through the walk -- enough for the man to simmer from his previous outrage -- he spoke again. "So, I know it is not my place to ask," he began to rub the back of his neck nervously, "and you have every right to not answer or tell me to shove off, but... was this 'Riley' you mentioned earlier your 'partner' who had demon birds attacking you?"

"No, it was Araki." Fion said blithely, slightly annoyed by the mention of Riley's name and the twinge in what remained of his right arm. "But yeah, it was Riley. Why so curious?"

"Well, it's just that it seems we have very similar abilities then, and um, I'm sort of hoping that my magic doesn't lead me to attacking anybody who would call me their 'partner'." His lies were getting more outrageous... and rambling, he knew as much, but now wasn't exactly the time to stop lying; particularly seeing as how he was the one who had technically (or at least somehow in his mind) caused his loss of arm. "Erm, excuse me. I probably shouldn't be saying such things; I do want you to trust me after all. I'm an agreeable person, and the least likely to hold a metaphorical blade to your throat."

"Right..." Fion narrowed his eyes at one of the things the man had said. "Similar abilities, eh? You mean to say you've got the same demon summoning abilities as a half-witch? Please tell me they grafted a witch's arm onto you or something." As much as he wanted to believe the man just to make things easier, something just seemed off about that whole spiel.

"Ah, um, not actual demons -- heavens, I thought you were being satirical about that seeing as how that's how you've acted since we've started our conversation -- but just... monsters, at least at the moment..." Well, this was quickly going downhill. "That's why I was asking; I don't really know how far my powers stretch, but if I'm just a fledgling, and she was able to do so much, how long is it before my own powers do to me what hers did to her..." All she could think at the moment was 'Save!'.
"Um, sorry again, but are feeling all right about everything? I mean, your partne -- er, ex-partner -- just took your arm and your home is in shambles... I would have expected more sign of emotion from everything that's happening to you all at once."

"I'll break down crying in private, thank you." Fion scoffed as they continued to walk. "And I'll worry about myself when I figure out what to do next. No point in feeling sorry for myself until I know what I can do. And speaking of Riley," He glanced down at his remaining hand, scowling. "Her bitch mother owes me an arm. I don't know what she did to Riley, but I want her dead for it."

Fion would never admit it out loud, but internally, he was lost. In one night, he'd lost his arm to the girl he may or may not have had feelings for after her mother had done something to her mind, and then he came to see his hometown destroyed and his family most likely decimated. All he could think of right now was that Riley's mother was the one at fault for everything. Killing that bitch was the only thing he could think of to even begin to fix this situation at the moment.

"Emotion isn't a weakness, you know. In fact, you're all the more pitiful for keeping it all in..." A silence overcame him as he thought out his next words carefully. "I, um, I have a confession. I was... in the room as that girl from before and she had been talking to a scarred woman who I can only assume was her mother..." he stopped talking and looked at Fion to gauge his reaction.

"Really, now?" Fion raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. You pick up on what they were saying?"

"Um, no," he decided to say, "but I was watching seeing as how they were the most peculiar pair in the bar.
"This 'Riley' had arrived first with that weapon of hers, and only a few moments later did the scarred woman appear. At first, there was yelling, and visible anger, but after, well, she looked happy- they looked happy," he smiled at the memory, "They looked like a happy family... but there had been no mind-altering magics at play, no magic until those things came bursting through that ceiling and roof. I would have known, and I have found such vulgar magics to be almost impossible to hide in the proximity we were in... Are you so sure it was this girl's mother? What was even that girl's purpose of meeting with the woman if she was as vile as to change her own daughter as you say she did?"

Fion rubbed his forehead in frustration, sighing. "Three weeks ago, Riley was chomping at the bit to go murder her mother, even though we were in the middle of Talze Utera, mana depleted, and would've been swarmed by monsters if we'd tried. The first part I can understand. The part where she looks happy? Must've been when her mother did something to her. And hell, I don't know why she decided meeting her mother would've been a good idea. Maybe she had a brief absence of sanity again. Seems to happen quite often when her mother's involved." And the two turned the corner, walking up to the gates of the Seyour estate...which was ruined, but strangely absent of corpses for the most part, aside from a few of the servants. Fion stared at the destruction for a moment, looking over the bodies that remained as he desperately searched for a certain one.

The man clicked his tongue in anger, despite them arriving at the carnage that must have been traumatizing to Fion. "Things change, though. People change. Can you really claim to have known her when you didn't know why she was doing what she was doing? Can you say you even cared for her if you didn't even ask how she was doing; what she was thinking at any given moment? You may think you had an idea of who this girl was, but in reality, what if all you knew about her was an assumption based on how she 'acted'?" His voice was angry, hurt; his voice scratchy from the sore throat that resulted from held back tears. Fion was accusing his mother of doing something to her, and she knew that it couldn't be true, despite there being some sense to his words. They had just made up, he had just reclaimed the mother who he had never really had; how could she believe such things? "You idiot..." his voice finally wavered as he ran past Fion and past the wreckage that was his estate, hoping Araki was somewhere inside.

Fion barely registered the man's speech as he dashed into the ruined estate himself, frantically searching the wreckage room by room until he finally found it. The corpse of an old man in a butler's uniform lay battered and broken in a side courtyard, still clutching his prized greatsword from his time as a soldier. Sinking to his knees, Fion collapsed next to the body, eyes wide in shock.

"Richard..." He whispered hoarsely. And what was left of his control finally snapped. After losing his arm, losing Riley, coming back to a ruined Cykes, and now losing the man who had been more of a father to him than his actual one had ever been, Fion couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears streaked down his face as he cried silently before waving his hand at the wall, sending a burst of wind crashing through it.

"Damn it!" He screamed, letting his Sword Arts loose as he drew his scimitar in his left hand, slashing through what was left of a pillar while razor winds swirled around him, tearing everything in the courtyard apart aside from Richard's body. His little rampage continued on for some time until he'd exhausted himself emotionally, sinking back down next to Richard's body as the last of his tears streaked down his face.