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The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Octavia is a good name, isn't it? :)

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta had not been very aware of her shifting skin tone. Though it did catch her slightly off guard when Isidore and Nick grabbed hold of her to assist. She had this on her own! But, well... Perhaps it was for the best. Not that she'd admit it. And then then stone stopped resisting her and if there was anything one must know about physics is that there must be an equal and opposite reaction... So the three tumbled backwards! Augusta, luckily, was the one on top of the other two in this awkward pile. She felt her head smack right into someone's chest, though she wasn't sure who. As she reeled from the blow, she noticed something interesting. The snow was melting!? What in the hell was that about? She roughly pushed off the two guys of the group as she quickly stood.

What? How odd! First, melting snow and now some sort of black sludge!? This was becoming more and more interesting! She took a step back, accidentally stepping on someone's foot as the stuff gained more of a form over time until eventually it became... A flower bulb or something of the sort? And now there's something on the ground?! Augusta was too intrigued with the puppy looking thing that plopped on the ground that she had a hard time noticing the black flowers that the bulb turned into. "W-what the heck is that!?" She questioned aloud.

Of course! She had an eye that could discern what living creatures were! She looked at it and the information screen popped up for her! "Let's see... Demon Hound Pup... Physical Attributes... Similar to you?" She questioned that bit as she looked at the pup again. Were demons that strong even in what appeared to be a child state? She gulped and continued though in a markedly smaller voice. "Black Blood... Pack Mentality... Physical Regeneration..." How strong. If only this thing were hers to command she'd feel safer. Then she got to the last part. "It wants us to follow it?" She figured adding the goddess' commentary would be a waste of breath, right?

Then she felt the rumble on the ground of that... Large... Whatever it was suppose to be! Perhaps it was coming to pick them off since they tampered with the stone?! Hmm... Perhaps they should follow the mutt, for now at least. It would be a small bit dangerous to just sit here. "With that probably colossal thing out here, perhaps we should follow the dog inside? Just to make sure we don't get crushed under foot?" Her eyes darted to the dog thing. "Besides, Octavia there is much too adorable to mean anything bad. Doesn't she seem friendly?" It appears that, despite a lack of information on the subject, Augusta had already made her decision up.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta was somewhat amazed by the filling blue lights. "Ooooh! Interesting!" There was a wide smirk on her face. "I wonder what--" Her smirk broke as she felt something... More. A tugging. More on her than whatever it was in her. Magic, she supposed. There was a feeling of floatiness in her as she looked down and noticed she was a bit... discolored. "What the..." The look on her face expressioned a slight amount of confusion.

She wasn't sure what this rock would do. Maybe it would teleport her? Absorb her into some vague magical stream? "Hah! This rock is trying to challenge me, huh?" She just got reincarnated, it would seem, so she couldn't possibly disappear now! "Well, that's fine! I won't lose to some rock!" She exclaimed, looking to both Nick and Isidore. "Just you watch me, I think I get how this thing works. It's magical right?" She gritted her teeth and focused on the slab. She closed her eyes focused on how everything felt. There was some sort of magical pull on her? It seemed the most appropriate way to say it. She wasn't exactly a believer of magic before hand but it was hard to ignore what was happening in front of her.

From the beginning of touching it to now, Augusta was trying to get a feel for the energy. Now, she thought she had a feel for it. Instead of just letting the stone take her energy, she resisted and pulled the energy back into herself. Perhaps she could pull out whatever was trying to pull her in! "Watch me!" She told the stone, more than her companions.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

"Ahh!?" Augusta voiced as she felt... something. How was that? There was a... What? A pull? "Heh? Ahh, Isidore. Wait a bit!" She was much too interested in this slab now. There was a pull of some sort. Then the odd swirls and shapes were lighting up! "Th-the shapes on here are lighting up?" She questioned aloud to her compatriots. Could this be related to magic as the status windows had mentioned? "I'm curious now!" She seemed determined on that. Perhaps it was pulling out magic energy from her body? Mana? Well, if she felt like she was starting to die, she'd break contact at least. Magical energy was renewable right? Maybe this was a way for her to learn how to control magic! Maybe. She wasn't really sure at all.

Still, for now, she kept her hands on the thing. Perhaps this would reveal something about this place. Her hands moved along the shapes as she retraced the lines again as they filled with the blue color. Her breathing was still as she held the air in, waiting for just about anything to happen.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta had handed over the weapon to Isidore, since he seemed the most competent in combat between the three of them. She was fairly competent in her own debating and speaking skills at least, and lacking information on Nick himself, she was confident that his ability would come in handy. For now at least, she felt that they were a fairly good match. No real conflicting personalities at the moment.

When she was asked by Isidore if she could gleam anything from the rock... That was a negative. "Not so much. I think I can only use this on living things. Creatures or such." She looked around at the surrounding courtyard and then noticed two things that really stood out. The first of which was the giant pillar in the distance that seemed to reach into the sky then... In the sky itself was. "What in hell...?" Twin moons? How odd. This was definitely not Earth, she decided for sure. She gulped and pushed the fact that, despite it seeming like it was daytime there was no sun in sight, down. "How do you guys feel about that sky?" She asked as she turned to the black stone slab.

At first, it was passing curiosity. It seemed somewhat out of place with all the extra markings on it but when she walked up and touched it... It had an... Energy? Odd. "This thing feels odd. It just has a feeling to it. I don't really know how to describe it." She put both of her palms against it to try and see if she could figure a better way to describe it as she studied the designs on it.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Despite Isidore's warning, Augusta watched the sight. It was a modern world they use to live in. She was not stranger to the odd video of someone being shot. Admittedly though, a melee kill such as the young man performed was a slight bit more gruesome. Still. It felt like movie more than real life. Yes, that thing, the poor wretch, was definitely real to her senses. It wasn't some CG monster in a movie. It looked and sounded real. When it seemed Isidore had the situation under control, she moved from her spot behind cover. She closed distance as Isidore delivered the final strike to the monster. "Good work." Augusta praised, looking to the sword in the creature's hand. Yes. They should take that with them.

If Isidore performed the kill, then she should at least remove the weapon from the creature's hand. She knelt down, rubbing the odd but beautiful dress, that she just noticed she wore, against the floor. She hesitated touching the creature for a second but bite her lip and, perhaps easier than expected, released the weapon from it's grasp. When she saw that they were in peak physical condition, she wasn't expecting how much easier of a time she had prying the creature's fingers from it's weapon than she would in her prior life. Pushing that discomforting thought and any others to the back of her head for now, she took the weapon and stood. She gave it a practice swing as if she was a profession in swordplay. It seemed lighter than expected. That goddess was something else. "Right then, gentlemen, shall we make our way out and to somewhere safe?" There was an obvious way out from where they were. "Of course, we could always scout the rest of this place out but... We could always just come back. This place gives me the creeps but... Well, Isidore, Nick? What do you two think? Oh, and do either of you want to use this?"

It's not that she was leaving the heavy thinking to Nick and Isidore but Isidore was the one leading them physically and really, it didn't hurt to get everyone's opinions. Of course, she wouldn't be adverse to leaving but there was some merit in trying to find an actual weapon for everyone. "I wouldn't mind using this but if either of you have actual skill with this weapon, that would be best." Despite appearances, she wasn't just some dainty princess. It was survival now. She came back after being stabbed to death. There was no way in hell she was going to sit down and die.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Augusta gave a slight cringe when Isidore mentioned it was a "nice prison". "If you like this sort of thing, I suppose." Looking at the same wall carving he did. As they moved along the corridors of what definitely seemed like a prison complex the more they explored, Augusta listened to Nick's self introduction. "Yes, you may call me Augusta. A pleasure." She half-heartedly mentioned as she kept her attention on her surroundings.

She wasn't too sure what she should think of her surroundings. It seemed like some sort of hellish game that they were thrown into. These cells were all opened as they passed by and that was putting it lightly. One looked like it was ripped open. And that was probably at a time when they weren't all rusted. Was it an empty prison? Devoid of life because of whatever it was that was making that shaking? Well, reality struck sooner than later it would likely seem. A growl of some sort combined with the sound of metal scraping on stone.

The elfen eared beauty got a good look at the creature. It's wretched appearance was more than enough to disgust her to her very core. Still... It would seem the gift she received from the goddess worked on creatures like this too. "I see... This thing is called a wretched experiment. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, but it's weaker than us." She mentioned, taking a second to swallow her spit. "Burns easily, Sensitive to Light, Sensitive to Loud Noises.... Cursed by the Moon?" She questioned to her companions, looking slightly perplexed. "This being earned the Moon's Ire. Cursed with madness. Wretched being, failure.... Weak individually, dangerous in a group. It has a tendency to lunge quickly towards opponents with 'surprising agility' to try and incapacitate them."

If there was anything obvious about her expressions and glances. She seemed to think Isidore was a bit more trustworthy in this situation than Nick was. Perhaps it was the rather calm way he talked rather than the constant jokes. "Hmm. That sword is probably in bad shape, but it would probably be useful to have. My eye doesn't say anything about it's skill with the sword so your guess is good as mine, Nick." Augusta told him, "But... I think one of us should be able to overpower it rather easily as long as we're careful. Perhaps a sneak attack so we don't call a horde. I don't hear anything else but considering it says they're dangerous in numbers..."

She would leave the decision to Isidore. His 'boon' as he put it, was probably the best for this sort of thing anyhow. As for Nick's last question. "That's something I've been asking myself since I woke up. This body is more... Glamourous than mine was before all this." And she meant that in just about all the right places. "I suppose I have the ears for it now. Though..." She shook her head. She'd bring the homunculus thing up when they were safe. "Anyway, Isidore, do you want to take a crack at this thing?" She asked, pointing to some nearby broken cell bars. Hopefully there was a piece that was just long enough to be used as an improvised weapon.

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

Hai

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Bella's eyes narrowed slightly as she gave a small frown when the man had rejected her help. The woman retracted her hand, wondering if he rejected her help because she was a woman or because he didn't want to accept help in general. She gave a light sigh before he asked her a question. Was she human? Did she have an ability too? Well. She couldn't say she didn't have an ability with this odd information box in front of her. Name: Isidore? Similar strengths? "Of course I'm human! Don't I look it?!" She asked, unaware of the odd size of her own ears. She sighed reading the first bit of information in the box again. "As for an ability... Name: Isidore. Physical and Magical Attributes, similar. Ability: Undying Will: A special talent attained through unknown means. Coats ones' body in tough, durable armor the more one sustains physical trauma and prevents further injuries. Seems useful..." She read the bit on his personal information until one part.

"Thinks my ears are humongous... What? You want to nibble on them?" She questioned taking a step back from the man before trying to cup an ear and finding them much larger than expected! "What in heavens...!?" They were rather large. She tried pulling them but got a similar sensation when she tried pull her hair off. "OWOWOWO!" She screamed. Quietly rubbing them a small bit, she looked at the man next to her. A small swallow later the elven woman had to question him. "W-why does it say you probably want to nibble my ear?" She blinked blankly. "No, no. You probably don't want to and this is a joke played on me. My name is..." Hmm. Perhaps she didn't need to use her real name. If this was another world like every unlikely thing was pointing to, she didn't have to be Bella. "Ahem. I mean to say, you may call me Augusta." She figured she might as well have fun with this. "And please, don't nibble my ears."

Now then. It would be best to get out of here right? With everything rusty, perhaps a little bit of force would cause anything to break pretty easily. Then there was a voice. "H-hey! You guys all right in there?"

Was that another person in this forsaken place? Perhaps he was in a similar situation to them. From what she could see of him, he seemed young. She glanced over at Isidore but decided to speak for both of them at the moment. She cleared her throat before speaking. "Yes, we're fine. Just fine." She studied this other person peering through the window. She had a feeling on how to use her ability now, so she should try to use it to learn whatever she could about people.

"I think I need some fresh air. It's a bit musty in here. Plus, I'm a bit interested in whatever made that thunderous noise and if it's something to worry about. We just need to get to that door over there, probably. Seems like the only way to go." It seemed reasonable to her. She just hoped this Isidore wasn't a cowardly type of person who would cower at the thought. He didn't seem quite so, at least.

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

There were plenty of things to be scared of in this world. A truck hitting you while crossing the street. Food poisoning. Knives flying at you. And spiders tying you up to suck the marrow from your bones later! "W-w-wait!" Mugi exclaimed as she felt tough spider silk wrapping around her and Asahi both. "A-are we going to become urban legend food bait together!?" That said... Asahi pulled her close. "Eh-heh-heh..." She muttered as she basically cuddled back. Well, it's not like Tomoko would let the spider eat her... And she was probably too old to lure in the target. So she just took the time to try cuddling with this fluffy Class President.

"Hehe... President feels all soft and cuddly." The Yuki-Onna muttered aloud as she rubbed her face against Asahi's innocently. One thing Asahi would notice is... For all the lack of actually touching Mugi, this is the first time she noticed just how much cooler she was than a normal person.