Raijinslayer

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

As the drones began their approach towards the downed figure of Jaiden, the ground around his fallen covered in a thin pool of red. Their sensors read that he still held some faint life signs, and while there was another target nearby, he had already felled one of their number already, not to mention that Jaiden seemed completely defenseless, and as such, a much better target.

However, when they got closer, they would notice a strange frequency resonating in the air around the body. Oonly Ashley and Boxcar would be able to hear it, due to their animalistic senses, but everyone in the lodge would feel it, a strange rumbling drone that caused their teeth and insides to vibrate in a very disconcerting way. Not only that, but strange electrical signatures would begin to flash within the body, much stronger than what should be possibly generated within a human body, especially around the cranial area. While the machines hesitated slightly at the sight of these disturbances, their single-minded purpose to kill and the continued in action of Jaiden embolden the automatons to go forth with their assault.

The moment that one of them laid a single robotic claw with crimson ichor that surrounded their prey, however, the menacing frequency immediately ceased. The relative silence was short-lived, however, as it was soon replaced by a violent sort of squelching noise as the pool around Jaiden erupted into a trio of strange, biological growths that surged forward to latch on to the three drones. For two of the drones, the growths simply smothered them, coiling around them and squeezing against their metal frames until they gave way with a final screech of tearing metal. One of the the drones, however, was merely restrained and crippled, it's pointed legs torn apart and it's chassis becoming infested with a disgusting mass of flesh and sinew that pried it's metallic shell open to reveal the electronic innards within. From this biological mass, several thin strands of nerve tissue were formed, spreading their root like tendrils into the machine, sparks of reddish electrical energy issuing forth every time they made contact with the drones components.

While this happened, Jaiden rose from the ground, the blood on the floor making it's way slowly but surely off the ground and up his legs, once again joining the rest of his body. Even what had soaked into his clothes fused itself back into the vessel, leaving his clothes as clean as they had been before, not counting the several holes that were currently in his shirt. With somewhat glazed over eyes, he grabbed his head, unable to clearly understand what happened to him. He'd been sleeping, only to be soon awoken and attacked by something, then thrown over the railing to the ground. He remembered being extremely angry, both with himself and with whatever had attacked, and then, he was standing unsure of what had even happened in the time between. It was just a strange blur.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Ominar, Victorious Secrets
Day 3: 9-am(ish)
interacting @13org's Corinna & @Tuujaimaa's Nabriales

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Damian, unaware of the change in Corinna's demeanor, couldn't help but chuckle with slight embarrassment at her words, eyes shifting to the side as he began to explain. "It's just something I picked up from my mother. She often made me help and watch her desi-H-Hey!!"

Damian was surprised(and somewhat frightened) as he found himself suddenly pressed up against a nearby wall, the proximity to Corinna sending filling his mind with a dull haze. His breath hitched slightly as he felt the sharp tip of her finger makes it's way down his face, her taunting words barely piercing the fog of his mind before he suddenly found his mouth fiercely assaulted by the predatory woman.

Brief as the kiss('My first kiss' he couldn't help but think in the back of his mind) was, it served enough to set a slight thrill of exhilaration through him, the teasing way she held at his lip a moment afterwords seeming to speak to some deeper desire that he himself had never quiet been aware of until now. As she spoke to him in those low, sultry tones, he felt a different hunger take him, this one both familiar and strange. For as she forced him to look into her eyes, he would not only see her intentions very clearly written on her face, but also the surging pool of Vis that lay within her.

Just ripe for the taking.

As the Licentia woman pulled him in closer, preparing to sink her fangs into her 'new toy', a sudden chill would run up her spine as Damian placed a hand upon her shoulder. Instead of pushing her away in an attempt to escape, however, Corinna would find herself brought even closer to Damian, his other hand snaking around her waist to pull her into a more intimate embrace.

"Prey, am I?" Damian's voice seemed to reverberate through out his being rather than coming from his mouth, as his whole body seemed to visible vibrate with every uttered syllable. "Normally, you'd be right Ms. Corinna. But right now. . . I'm tired of being prey." As he spoke, Damian's form seemed to suddenly loose form and definition, fading away into a dark violet mist that swirled around the Licentia's form, expanding around her like a cloud of shadow. The bright show lights above each display would be swallowed by the thickening darkness, making the decadent showroom little more than an yawning abyss.

And it was within this abyss that Damian would stay, his form hidden from both sight and senses within the shadowy quagmire. And yet Corinna would feel an intense sense of foreboding course through her body, a fear that would likely be heightened by the sudden sensations of cold that ran through across her flesh. Not even the shadows that lay beneath her clothes was safe from the Nightstalker's influence, and while they seemed to do nothing but squirm and writhe uncomfortably against her skin, their purpose would soon be made clear as she began to feel a slight tug at the core of her being, a gentle stream of Vis being coaxed from within her and into the darkness that caressed her so.

With every passing moment, however, the pull seemed to get just a twinge stronger, just a bit more intense, drawing more and more of her strength into the yawning void. It would be readily apparent that the longer she stayed here, the worse her position would be. Escape, however, was yet to be an easy thing to come by. For when she tried to move her legs, she'd find a great deal of resistance to the action, the shadowy tendrils that held her constricting in such away as to make movement slow and cumbersome, as well as more tendrils rising from the ground to hold them in place, though these proved to be more of a minor nuisance at best.

Not only did that hinder escape, but so to did the void that embrace her, as without the ability to see in this darkness, navigating the unfamiliar space would prove fairly difficult to say the least. And throughout all of this, she would be able to see Damian watching her, as a multitude of glowing violet eyes formed in the shadows, watching her with that same gentle look that had drawn her to him in the first place.

He said nothing, and besides moulding the shadows around her, he did nothing. He simply watched and waited for the right chance to strike. Somewhere deep down, he felt abhorred by what he was, but yet in place in his mind far deeper, within the heart of his Subconscious, he reveled in this. Even if only for a moment, he had gained a position of control, of power, of dominance and it felt very satisfying in a way that Damian couldn't say he had properly felt before now. If he was in a proper state of mind right now, Damian would be horrified at himself by these thoughts, these emotions that seemed to go against everything he thought he knew about himself, but thanks to the effects of the potion and his own gluttonous instincts as an Incubus, such inhibitions were gone. And thus, all he had left to do now was indulge himself, even if it was only for just a while longer.

The Rejects: A Masks RP

WiP

Playbook: Nova
Hero Name: Nightshade (currently a placeholder, but might stick with it if nothing else. . . sticks)
Real Name: Ian Blackwood
Look: Man, White, Marked Skin(when in Demon Form), Fashionable Clothing, Fantastical Costume
Abilities: Sorcery

[Burn and Flares]

Playbook Moves

• Burn
• Reality Storm
• Boost
• Boost
• Elemental Awareness

Team Moves

• When you share a triumphant victory with someone, ask them if there is any fear in their eyes when they look at you. If they say no, take +1 forward and mark potential. If they say yes, immediately shift Danger up and Savior down.
• When you share a vulnerability or weakness with someone, tell them how they could stop you if it came down to it. Give them influence over you and clear a condition.

Other Moves

Potential: 0/5
Advancements:

Labels

Danger:+1
Freak:+3
Savior:0
Superior:0
Mundane:-1

Conditions

Backstory

• Question
  Answer

Relationships

Influence

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@Altered Tundra I mean, just have him sit around, maybe think about past events, or have his interect with some of the other passengers?

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Present

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@LemonsI feel ya.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Ominar, Victorious Secrets
Day 3: 9-am(ish)
interacting @13org's Corinna & @Tuujaimaa's Nabriales

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Damian chuckled slightly as Corinna took his hand, some part of him wondering why he wasn't more nervous about the woman's forwardness. While he still felt a twinge of anxiety with every word and action she made towards him, it was quickly smothered by these overwhelming urges to get closer to her. This feeling urged him to bring her nearer to his side with a firm, but gentle, tug of her hand, barely noticing the slightly strange texture he could feel beneath the silken thread of her gloves.

"Well, Ms.Corina, it'd probably be best to start with the main draw of the shop, right?" Leading her away from Nabriales, he brought her towards a rack of potions and what not that made up some of the alchemists less . . . 'hazardous' stock that he thought might suit her fancy. With a careful precision, Damian reached out to pick up a small vile of clear liquid, the glass upon it decorated with a few magical sigils that enhanced the longevity of the potions shelf-life. "Like right here, we happen to have a few examples of Mr. Nabriales' more general tinctures. Here, we have a potion that will cure any common illness within moments of consumption after a single dose, and next to it is a elixir of clarity, which helps enhance mental focus. And from what I've heard, it also makes a good cure for when you're hung-over, not that I expect a lady as refined as yourself to drink in such amounts to warrant such medications."

Moving on, Damian brought towards a section of potions that were all encased in glass bottles that held a tinge of deep red to them. This was a much larger section than the one before, with a wide plethora of options to choose from, as well a sign hanging above them. Instead of words, however, it showed a picture of two people wrapped in a loving embrace, the appearance and gender of the individuals seeming to change every time you look at it. As they approached closer, a certain scent could be smelled in the air, a light flowery scent that brought with it past memories of love and happiness, as well as darker obsessions and hedonistic endeavors to those who dabbled in such matters.

"Right here is a section of potions that have to do with passion and love. As you could probably guess, this is a rather big hit with most of the female customers that come through here, most of them being of the younger sort. Love, Lust, Obsession, you name it and we have a potion here that's related to it in someway." Reaching out, Damian pulled down a large vial that shown a bright crimson as it was hit by one of the sunbeams that streamed in through the store windows. "This one here is a bit scary, if I do say so myself. Inspires complete and utter devotion for either the first thing the person who drinks it sees, or the person who had Mr. Nabriales tie their Vis into the potion, though that service cost an extra fee." Turning towards Corinna, Damian's omni-present grin took a bit of mischievous tilt as he let go of the woman's hand, instead using it to play with the stopper just a tad.

"Can you just imagine how that would feel, Ms. Corinna? To have your entire being become one of subservience to one person, perhaps someone you don't even now, without anyway of fighting it. . . quite the scary potion isn't it, and yet. . . " With a deft twist, Damian removed the cap of the potion, letting the scent of the crimson liquid in to the air of the store. It was a warm, summery scent, one that brought images of sunny skies and wide open meadows, of peaceful days spent by the fire with a book in one hand and your love curled up next to you in the other, and most importantly, of long forgotten nights of passion and lust that came to for with a worrying intensity. "The scent of it, however, is one of the most tantalizing in the store, so much so that it makes you want to drink it right then and there, despite . . . or perhaps, because of the danger."

As Damian spoke, he brought the lip of the potion bottle closer and closer to his lips, looking like he was about to actually drink it for a moment before he ceased it right as his lips,lowering the arm so he could quickly stick the cork back in, nice and tight. "As much as I don't think I'd mind being in service to a kind and beautiful woman such as yourself, I don't think I'm ready for such a commitment at this moment."

Damian had a chuckle at his little joke, putting the vial back before going around to show Corinna several other different types of potions and the like, slowly but surely leading to them to another side of the store that she had announced some interest in earlier in, though as he drew them closer to it, the beating of Damian's heart only seemed to increase to crazy levels, almost certain that she could hear the pounding of the blood-pumping organ against his rib-cage. Not only that, but he could barely keep his eyes focused on the products he was talking about, taking longer and longer glances towards her , which served to only cause the feeling inside of him to grow more potent and demanding.

And so, after a quick speech about a group of sleeping potions of varying severities, Damian brought Corinna to the section of the store where the non-alchemical goods were kept, the most prevalent of which was the wide array of well-made and fantastically design lingerie. Instead of giving an explanation of this area, Damian merely looked Corinna up and down, the slight hunger within hsi eyes abated by a more analytical gaze, before he turned around and started shifting through the various styles.

"From what I can tell, you seem to be a fan of a more gothic styling, so if you wouldn't mind, I could pick out a few styles that might like to try on. Oh, and something to know is that while these ones are untreated, most of what you buy in this area has been treated with an aphrodisiac of some kind. Just something I thought should be mentioned, in case that sort of thing doesn't quite suit you." As he spoke, Damian already worked at picking out a few pieces that he thought might interest her. His mother had been a fashion designer of some note before she had met her father, and while she had given up that career after getting married(and a few scandals), she never stopped practicing her craft, and liek everything else, worked to beat the knowledge into Damian's head. As such, it took little more than a quick glance for Damian to be able to pick out lingerie that fit Corinna's body near exactly.

Can't say I ever expected to be using this tuff, but I guess life has a strange way of surprising you.

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

It had been around Midnight when Jaiden had return to the Lodge, the only sound echoing through the lodge being the that of the door opening as he entered the humble abode. Still cloaked in his altered skin of hardened armor and shifting flesh, his steps made nearly no sound at all as he made his way up the stairs with all the poise and focus of a jungle cat. And yet, there was a since of lethargy to his movements, as if each step was being made through a sea of molasses.

Damn. . . shouldn't have eaten so much damn much. The shapeshifter grumbled within his head, cursing his gluttonous impulse that had driven him to make ample use of the heard of deer he had found resting in a field a little ways away. They had never stood a chance, but it seemed that no action was without consequence. Continuing to grumble internally as he walked upstairs to the bedrooms, Jaiden allowed his altered skin to crumble away from him, revealing the twisting mass that formed his body underneath for a moment before it reformed into his human form. After that, he took the clothes he had managed to snag back from a pair of thieving raccoons, and just got through with putting on the pants before he reached the first door that he noticed. With little thought to whether or not this particular room may in fact have an owner already, he opened the door and let himself in.

If the blonde haired drifter was a little less groggy, he might've noticed the shape currently occupying the bed, sleeping soundly without a care in the world, but at the moment he couldn't have cared less even if he did. Needing to sleep off the night's feast, he simply flopped onto the floor and proceeded to let the bliss of unconsciousness take him, barely remembering to kick the door closed before he drifted off into dreamland.

However, this bliss would be short-lived, as the voice of the brat from before filled the night. Letting out an irritated sigh, Jaiden picked himself off the ground, not really listening to what she was saying as he raised his voice to match hers.

"Oi, brat! Can you shut the hell up while people are- UGH!!" Jaiden's voice was suddenly cut off as the drone suddenly burst into action, throwing the door wide open to take advantage of it's drowsy prey. With a flurry of strikes, it would sink it's needle sharo legs into various points in Jaiden's chest and thoat, lifting him up high in the air, before quickly spinning around to throw him out of the room, smashing the door wide open as he was sent flying into the room across from the one he'd been in. While the stab wounds were more inconveinces than anything else, the suddeness of the attack left Jaiden disoriented, unable to properly understand what had even just happened as his buddy rushed to repair the damage and stabalize his vital functions. Given his feast, the wounds would fix themselves enough for him to act soon, but for right now, he was out of commission for the moment.

Meanwhile, the drone would turn its blood-red optics towards the other occupant in the room, it's needle-like appendages dripping blood as it prepared itself to make another lunge, determined to exterminate as many intruders as it could.

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

To Ashley's curt refusal, Jaiden merely shrugged his shoulders with a muttered "Meh, worth a shot," eyes following her ascent upstairs, his eyes fairly focused on her ass for a good portion of her walk before he looked back up at towards her. "Have a good night, Ash, and see ya in the morning."

With Ash gone, and having solidly shut him down for any chance of having fun, Jaiden decided that it was around time he get down to business. Getting up to his feet, he gave a slight yawn as he stretched out his back, which still felt a bit stiff from the thrashing it had received earlier. He heard the sound of voices upstairs, probably the doc and the brat, but put them out of his mind as he made his way out the door. Upon making his way into the woods, he happened upon the dude from before doing some martial art moves while shooting fire from his hands as well as Boxcar attempting to make conversation. Jaiden himself didn't say anything as he passed by, merely nodding his head to Sam and giving Boxcar a firm pat on the head that may have been too hard, though whether that was on purpose or accident was hard to tell. Jaiden also made sure to pull his hand away quickly afterwards, not feeling like having to regrow/attach his fingers in case the wolf wasn't a fan of some friendly horseplay. . . or would it be wolfplay in this instance?

Either way, after his brief interaction with those two, Jaiden would make his way into the woods, telling them both that he'd "be back before dawn" as he slipped past the trees and brush. After some time spent walking through the woods, and only after he was sure that no one else was around, Jaiden quickly began to strip down to his birthday suit. After depositing his clothes in a nearby uninhabited tree hollow, he proceeded to shift his body into it's altered form. His flesh giving way to a hard carapace as his eyes, nose, and ears were all replaced with a much more precise and powerful set of sensory organs, all hidden beneath the surface of his arm. Looking around with a tentative air, Jaiden took a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet of the cool mountain night. It was only at the sound of a howling wolf that he began to move, ordering his body to limit pheromone production as he worked to remove his scent, slowing giving up his sense of humanity to the beast within, letting himself be swept away in the thrill of the hunt.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Lazulin Mulciber

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• The Eoldysseus, Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis •

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As the barge made it's way across the waterway at it's brisk pace, a man would sit in one of her seats pre-occupying himself with a game of solitaire. He was young, around his early twenties by the looks of it, with long silky hair that fell down his shoulders like a waterfall of molten silver, framing the angular features of his face in a way to maximize both his appeal and his air of mystery. His flowing silver locks seemed to constantly cover one-half of his face, and on the other shone an orb of intense dark blue, giving all of its attention to the task at hand. With a slow, methodical rhythm to his movements, he continued to play the game, seeming completely uninterested with the world around him. That, however, couldn't be any further from the truth.

From beneath the fringes of his haired, his concealed eye would take fleeting glances at a group of three seated not too far away from him. They all wore the bright white uniforms of the Church's forces, with symbol of the church emblazoned on their back as if it were a standard on a banner, though to the man, it seemed more like a brand. The rank of each was easy enough to figure out with a glance. The inquisitor by the militaristic way he carried himself, checking every thing and everyone to make sure they weren't a threat to his cargo. The boy next to him, on the other hand, was green as could be, likely the older man's apprentice from the way he seemed to remain glued to his superior's side, looking about to and fro with a nervous energy about him. And finally there was his target, the cleric known as Alaric Fasarus. The man was admittedly low hanging fruit in terms of what he probably knew, but it was the first chance at info that the man had gotten a chance at in months.

Still, he needed to be careful. The man had at least one experienced bodyguard with him, an fact that would make things difficult, and was obviously nervous and wary from his body language. Turning back to his table, the young man continued his card game, waiting for the right moment to strike. Train's to crowded, as is the station, but maybe once they leave? Much as I'd like to get my hands on this prick, he isn't worth causing a big scene. Besides, following him any further than this will leave me deeper in enemy territory than I want to be. With a low sigh, the young man decided to continue waiting, resolving that if he couldn't find a way to catch the man in the next town that was coming up, he'd give up the chase and head back to the outskirts. Hopefully, he'd find something of interest out there where the Church's ability to respond was weaker and the people less likely to turn him in for causing a ruckus.