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Edited my post so that Jackson has come up to the beach and gave August and Maxwell a shortened version of the events of the cave, which weren't that long to begin with. He also used his powers to help him drag the unconscious kid through the water, a detail that Arcanaut may find helpful given his character has yet to see Jackson's ability.
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Grimm didn't respond to Carmen's inquiry at first, seeming to be sort of in a daze for a second before he refocused his attention. The skull mask he wore fell away on it's own accord, seeming to melt into the shadows of his cloak as he seemed to stare through Carmen, then back to his drawing, repeating this process several times with his face set in an expression that suggested he was deep in thought, an assumption supplemented by the hurried way he spoke to himself; the words being spoken so quietly and at such a fast pace that it was impossible to tell what he was saying. He absentmindly nodded in agreement to Rika's invitation, his cloak rising on it's own accord to take hold the proffered card. After a short while, Grimm's eyes closed as he nodded to himself, seeming to have come to a conclusion.
"Yes, tremendously, but I fear I won't be able to show you the finished product for a wile. It will take several tools I don't have in my current disposal to achieve the feet in a way I see fit, and since we'll be gone for a while because of our current mission, it'll be sometime before I can go receive them from where they are currently being held, A pity, but such is the cost of perfection. I'll be sure to notify you the moment I finish the piece, and of course you'd be able to receive a copy if you so wish." Grimm then turned to Criston, considering the man's words for a second before replying. "I'm feeling rather well, this new project I plan to get to immediately after we're through with the mission has me very excited. But that'll have to wait on that for now. If you'll excuse me, I must find something else to occupy my mind for now."
With a small nod of acknowledgement, Grimm turned away from the group and began scanning the present crowd for other possible subjects of study, muttering quietly to himself as he did so. "The Kitsune maybe interesting, but I've already done plenty of spirits, same with the vampire, though that mark on his face does bear stir in me a need to investigate the individual at a later date. The ice girl is an interesting one to speak to, but I feel that she may be engaged already with the other human girl. Which leaves me with . . ." His ice blue eyes swiveled over to examine the child-like Dryad who was situated away from the rest, noting her soul held a feeling of disinterest in the current situation, as well as fading remanents of fear and denial, probably rom his earlier act of impassioned rage at the annoying children that had almost ruined his piece. He didn't feel sorry in the slightest for scaring those brats, but he did feel a twinge of regret for doing so to the Dryad, who had been just as annoyed with them as he had, if not more so. Looking past the emotions, a process that would send a cool, yet unnerving chill down her spine, he'd see her soul in it's purest state, though seeing wasn't exactly what was he was sensing, just how his mind interpreted it. He was actually pushing parts of his soul, thin threads, into here and from them getting a look at how it may appear to him.
The Dryad's appeared to him like a bush of delicate looking roses, their fragile beauty regally shining past a wall of wicked thorns that acted as their protection . . . and their prison. From the thorns dripped thin threads of liquid that gave him a sense of caution, a warning echoing through his mind. Don't touch, for like fire, it may burn.
Grimm was intrigued by this soul, and he could feel the vestiges of inspiration tingle at the edge of his thoughts, but he felt like he'd need to converse with the dryad to get a more wholesome picture of her soul. Only problem with that was that he wasn't good at conversation, not liking to skirt the issue and going straight to the heart of a matter, something he found others didn't seem to appreciate that well. But then again, why did he care, if the girl refused him, than he'd simply talk to another.
With his mind set, Grimm quickly approached the Dryad, his feet making hardly any sound as he crossed the floor over to her. Once there, he'd take a seat across from her, helping himself to an apple from her bowl of fruit with a mutter, "Thank you", before he pulled out his sketchbook, flipped to a blank page, and began to draw her. It wasn't an inspired drawing, but it was a good exercise, as he didn't want his skills to get rusty just because he was waiting for that illusive muse. He didn't speak until he got the basics of the figure done, his eyes staring into hers as his hand began to go on auto-pilot, transforming the featureless stick figure into the lady of the forest, sitting bored in a tavern biting into some fruit as she stared of into space.
"I hope you don't mind me drawing you, I need he practice and you are an interesting subject, as well as one I've yet to draw. Dryad's are a rather rare sight in the plain of the dead where my father resides, and I with him. Tell me, do you often find yourself beset by children and dragged around? Must be quiet annoying, I'm surprised you're able to keep so calm about it. I would've, well, you already see how I get when I'm angered. A bit of a hollow threat, however, as the only souls a Reaper can pull out of the body are those that have invaded one that is not their own. The connection between the two is weak, and easily cut." Not the whole truth, their had been reapers who made deals with various beings in order to increase their own powers, mainly those associated with Necromancy. They were deemed heretical and quickly and merciless exterminated, but they still had existed and some continued to exist, if rumors are to be believed.
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"Yes, tremendously, but I fear I won't be able to show you the finished product for a wile. It will take several tools I don't have in my current disposal to achieve the feet in a way I see fit, and since we'll be gone for a while because of our current mission, it'll be sometime before I can go receive them from where they are currently being held, A pity, but such is the cost of perfection. I'll be sure to notify you the moment I finish the piece, and of course you'd be able to receive a copy if you so wish." Grimm then turned to Criston, considering the man's words for a second before replying. "I'm feeling rather well, this new project I plan to get to immediately after we're through with the mission has me very excited. But that'll have to wait on that for now. If you'll excuse me, I must find something else to occupy my mind for now."
With a small nod of acknowledgement, Grimm turned away from the group and began scanning the present crowd for other possible subjects of study, muttering quietly to himself as he did so. "The Kitsune maybe interesting, but I've already done plenty of spirits, same with the vampire, though that mark on his face does bear stir in me a need to investigate the individual at a later date. The ice girl is an interesting one to speak to, but I feel that she may be engaged already with the other human girl. Which leaves me with . . ." His ice blue eyes swiveled over to examine the child-like Dryad who was situated away from the rest, noting her soul held a feeling of disinterest in the current situation, as well as fading remanents of fear and denial, probably rom his earlier act of impassioned rage at the annoying children that had almost ruined his piece. He didn't feel sorry in the slightest for scaring those brats, but he did feel a twinge of regret for doing so to the Dryad, who had been just as annoyed with them as he had, if not more so. Looking past the emotions, a process that would send a cool, yet unnerving chill down her spine, he'd see her soul in it's purest state, though seeing wasn't exactly what was he was sensing, just how his mind interpreted it. He was actually pushing parts of his soul, thin threads, into here and from them getting a look at how it may appear to him.
The Dryad's appeared to him like a bush of delicate looking roses, their fragile beauty regally shining past a wall of wicked thorns that acted as their protection . . . and their prison. From the thorns dripped thin threads of liquid that gave him a sense of caution, a warning echoing through his mind. Don't touch, for like fire, it may burn.
Grimm was intrigued by this soul, and he could feel the vestiges of inspiration tingle at the edge of his thoughts, but he felt like he'd need to converse with the dryad to get a more wholesome picture of her soul. Only problem with that was that he wasn't good at conversation, not liking to skirt the issue and going straight to the heart of a matter, something he found others didn't seem to appreciate that well. But then again, why did he care, if the girl refused him, than he'd simply talk to another.
With his mind set, Grimm quickly approached the Dryad, his feet making hardly any sound as he crossed the floor over to her. Once there, he'd take a seat across from her, helping himself to an apple from her bowl of fruit with a mutter, "Thank you", before he pulled out his sketchbook, flipped to a blank page, and began to draw her. It wasn't an inspired drawing, but it was a good exercise, as he didn't want his skills to get rusty just because he was waiting for that illusive muse. He didn't speak until he got the basics of the figure done, his eyes staring into hers as his hand began to go on auto-pilot, transforming the featureless stick figure into the lady of the forest, sitting bored in a tavern biting into some fruit as she stared of into space.
"I hope you don't mind me drawing you, I need he practice and you are an interesting subject, as well as one I've yet to draw. Dryad's are a rather rare sight in the plain of the dead where my father resides, and I with him. Tell me, do you often find yourself beset by children and dragged around? Must be quiet annoying, I'm surprised you're able to keep so calm about it. I would've, well, you already see how I get when I'm angered. A bit of a hollow threat, however, as the only souls a Reaper can pull out of the body are those that have invaded one that is not their own. The connection between the two is weak, and easily cut." Not the whole truth, their had been reapers who made deals with various beings in order to increase their own powers, mainly those associated with Necromancy. They were deemed heretical and quickly and merciless exterminated, but they still had existed and some continued to exist, if rumors are to be believed.
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Aiden showed visible disgust towards Brad's statement about Gwen, the very thought of it making him want to hurl. "No, Brad, and I likely never will. Gwen's too much like a sister to me for that to even be an option. As for never being assaulted, that's because she'd kill anybody who tried. . . and what the hell is a mother complex? I . . . don't even know who my mother is. I was found and raised by Chronos for as long as I can remember." Aiden hesitated slightly from telling the lie, but he didn't wish to talk about his own family matters at the moment, especially with Brad of all people. While the man usually meant well, he was much too crude of a person to discuss such a delicate matter with.
"Anyway, where are we supposed to find the targets, and how strong do we expect them to be?"
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"Anyway, where are we supposed to find the targets, and how strong do we expect them to be?"
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@knighthawkI considered that as well, but it seems like it would complicate things and, as you said, could really leave people hanging.
Sorry I didn't post last night, I had it all written out, but fell asleep before I could post it. Then my 2DS die while I slept, so I lost it. I'll get one up later today when I can. Once again, sorry about that
@c3p-0h Okay, I'm on it
Jackson was frozen, not by seeing Mary force a kiss onto the Kitsune, but at the words the spirit had spoken to him, the way she had acted towards him . . . and the way it had made him feel. In truth, it was only one word that had struck him so forcefully, stopping all other trains of thought and leaving him blind and deaf to the happenings around him. It rang in his head like the bells of a church, only seeming to get louder the more he focused on it, and nearly impossible to escape.
Jackson shook his head, breaking himself from his self-induced stupor. He was over this, and besides, maybe the Kitsune was just sensing what was inside of him. Yeah, that was it, there was no other explanation . . . right? Deep in his mind, he could hear Apophsis' hollow laughter echo throughout his mind, mocking him, mocking him for daring to hope that he'd ever be in control of his life other than how it ended. Still in somewhat of a daze, he stood up and walked over to the unconscious kid that the spirit had been trying to heal, slowly easing the guy on to his shoulder before turning to follow Kanoa out. All the while, he couldn't stop from violently shivering,, the cold of the cave sinking in more quickly through the dampness of his long-sleeved thermal, the fabric seeming to stick to the 3 jagged reminders, forever carved into his skin, always there to let him know exactly when his life began it's downward spiral into insanity.
The fox isn't wrong, Jackson, you and I are one in the same now. You know it, and I know it, and everyone around you does to. They fear us, from the slightest shiver to the coldest chill, it lies present inside them . . . and you want them to, because it means they notice you. Just try and tell me it that isn't the truth.
Jackson gave no response, because he couldn't deny it, he'd been feeling strange for a couple days now, and he only just found out why. He was losing himself to the terror inside him, and a part of him really . . . really liked what came with it. He felt empowered, confident, powerful, like a predator on the prowl. When the Kitsune had backed away from him, a strange look had come into his eyes, a predatory glare and a hidden half-smile that only she could see. It had been for a split-second, but it had been there, and with it a feeling of control and acknowledgement, of dominance and presence.He hadn't been shocked or disheartened by her response, but excited and eager to pursue it, to attack her, make her fear him, make her bend to his will. In the split second of time, there was no Jackson, nor was there Apophsis either, only the dangerous being that was left in their wake when the two souls became one.
". . . .Shit." He muttered under his breath as he walked, feeling a familiar wave of self-loathing and disgust wash over him. He couldn't let Apophsis get into his head with his mind games, or else he was as good as dead. . . or worse. Jackson tried his best to forget the dark spirit's whispered words and dark promises, instead focusing on anything else. The walls of the cave, sound of the water lapping in the cave, Mary's shirtless fo- Jackson immediately decided to rephrase his idea of 'anything', re-focusing his attention on getting the unconscious guy out of here. Fuck, swimming him out of here is going to be a pain, why did I even volunteer for this in the first place . . . oh right, my body went on auto-pilot while I was dealing with possible demonification of my mortal soul.
Great, now he was back on that subject again, fucking brillant. What else could possible go wrong for him today, the answer: just about everything and more. He sighed as he dived in to the water struggling to effectively swim while the other guy took up his other arm. After a short while, however, he had an idea that, while he didn't like it, would help him get up to the surface faster. And right now, he wanted to be as far away from that cave, and the fox girl as well for that matter, as he possibly could. Taking a breath to focus his energy, he felt his arm take on a chill before a etheral silver arm rose out of it, this one looking vaguely normal except for the fact that it was half-way rotted an seemed to be crawling with maggots and other disgusting things he dared not name. A trend he noticed with Apophsis' soul, it never took on the same appearance twice in a row, which did lead him to question what Apophsis actually looked like, but he always shook away the thought because he soon realized he didn't want to know if his other parts were of any indication.
His right eye blazing a soft silver glow through the lake's murk, Jackson had the arm grab the kid by the collar of his shirt, then released him, feeling the weight of the boy lessen, but the strain on his mind increased by a moderate amount. He pushed through it, however, and was able to rise up to the surface quicker than before, soon coming on to the shallow edge of the beast, the arm dragging the boy behind him aways before Jackson sent a command to have him eased down to the ground. The arm then dispersed into silver missed and flowed back into Jackson's body, the strain of using it is causing him to hold his head as it pulsed with a slight pain.
Turning towards August and Maxwell, he gave a wave as he walked over to collect his stuff, putting on his shirt and jacket without bothering to take off his completely drenched shirt, his hands were shivering violently as he put on his pants, foiling his attempts to zip the zipper before he let out a curse and gave up, sitting down in the sand with a huff. He waited a second before he addressed the other two, wondering if he had interrupted something.
"So, Mary roofie-kissed the Kitsune and KAnoa is bringing it up shortly. Obviously we found the kid, the Kitsune drugged him or something, wasn't very good at it and gave him and overdose, which is why she came here as she was attempting to heal him. But she was attempting to feed on him though. I think that's everything important that happened down there." He reclined onto the sand, trying his best to warm himself up by rubbing his arms, and failing terribly due to his refusal to remove the offending article that was currently causing him to feel so cold. "So, have any questions?"
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Jackson shook his head, breaking himself from his self-induced stupor. He was over this, and besides, maybe the Kitsune was just sensing what was inside of him. Yeah, that was it, there was no other explanation . . . right? Deep in his mind, he could hear Apophsis' hollow laughter echo throughout his mind, mocking him, mocking him for daring to hope that he'd ever be in control of his life other than how it ended. Still in somewhat of a daze, he stood up and walked over to the unconscious kid that the spirit had been trying to heal, slowly easing the guy on to his shoulder before turning to follow Kanoa out. All the while, he couldn't stop from violently shivering,, the cold of the cave sinking in more quickly through the dampness of his long-sleeved thermal, the fabric seeming to stick to the 3 jagged reminders, forever carved into his skin, always there to let him know exactly when his life began it's downward spiral into insanity.
The fox isn't wrong, Jackson, you and I are one in the same now. You know it, and I know it, and everyone around you does to. They fear us, from the slightest shiver to the coldest chill, it lies present inside them . . . and you want them to, because it means they notice you. Just try and tell me it that isn't the truth.
Jackson gave no response, because he couldn't deny it, he'd been feeling strange for a couple days now, and he only just found out why. He was losing himself to the terror inside him, and a part of him really . . . really liked what came with it. He felt empowered, confident, powerful, like a predator on the prowl. When the Kitsune had backed away from him, a strange look had come into his eyes, a predatory glare and a hidden half-smile that only she could see. It had been for a split-second, but it had been there, and with it a feeling of control and acknowledgement, of dominance and presence.He hadn't been shocked or disheartened by her response, but excited and eager to pursue it, to attack her, make her fear him, make her bend to his will. In the split second of time, there was no Jackson, nor was there Apophsis either, only the dangerous being that was left in their wake when the two souls became one.
". . . .Shit." He muttered under his breath as he walked, feeling a familiar wave of self-loathing and disgust wash over him. He couldn't let Apophsis get into his head with his mind games, or else he was as good as dead. . . or worse. Jackson tried his best to forget the dark spirit's whispered words and dark promises, instead focusing on anything else. The walls of the cave, sound of the water lapping in the cave, Mary's shirtless fo- Jackson immediately decided to rephrase his idea of 'anything', re-focusing his attention on getting the unconscious guy out of here. Fuck, swimming him out of here is going to be a pain, why did I even volunteer for this in the first place . . . oh right, my body went on auto-pilot while I was dealing with possible demonification of my mortal soul.
Great, now he was back on that subject again, fucking brillant. What else could possible go wrong for him today, the answer: just about everything and more. He sighed as he dived in to the water struggling to effectively swim while the other guy took up his other arm. After a short while, however, he had an idea that, while he didn't like it, would help him get up to the surface faster. And right now, he wanted to be as far away from that cave, and the fox girl as well for that matter, as he possibly could. Taking a breath to focus his energy, he felt his arm take on a chill before a etheral silver arm rose out of it, this one looking vaguely normal except for the fact that it was half-way rotted an seemed to be crawling with maggots and other disgusting things he dared not name. A trend he noticed with Apophsis' soul, it never took on the same appearance twice in a row, which did lead him to question what Apophsis actually looked like, but he always shook away the thought because he soon realized he didn't want to know if his other parts were of any indication.
His right eye blazing a soft silver glow through the lake's murk, Jackson had the arm grab the kid by the collar of his shirt, then released him, feeling the weight of the boy lessen, but the strain on his mind increased by a moderate amount. He pushed through it, however, and was able to rise up to the surface quicker than before, soon coming on to the shallow edge of the beast, the arm dragging the boy behind him aways before Jackson sent a command to have him eased down to the ground. The arm then dispersed into silver missed and flowed back into Jackson's body, the strain of using it is causing him to hold his head as it pulsed with a slight pain.
Turning towards August and Maxwell, he gave a wave as he walked over to collect his stuff, putting on his shirt and jacket without bothering to take off his completely drenched shirt, his hands were shivering violently as he put on his pants, foiling his attempts to zip the zipper before he let out a curse and gave up, sitting down in the sand with a huff. He waited a second before he addressed the other two, wondering if he had interrupted something.
"So, Mary roofie-kissed the Kitsune and KAnoa is bringing it up shortly. Obviously we found the kid, the Kitsune drugged him or something, wasn't very good at it and gave him and overdose, which is why she came here as she was attempting to heal him. But she was attempting to feed on him though. I think that's everything important that happened down there." He reclined onto the sand, trying his best to warm himself up by rubbing his arms, and failing terribly due to his refusal to remove the offending article that was currently causing him to feel so cold. "So, have any questions?"
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Will do so then, as soon as I can, bit busy with something else at the momet
Serah's repairing. She might not be able to fight, but anything she can fix is less work for the uppers.
Ian's don't know shit about mechanics and isn't going to risk making things worse by trying. He's just going to enjoy the show.
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