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Guild Airship, Top Deck
Banksia Skyline Route # 14: En route to the 5th Hierarchical Realm, Suphlatus


"Aaaaaaah Fuck, that's really fuckin' cold!" Laz hissed between clenched teeth, his little prank having backfired tremendously on him. How he hadn't noticed that Sania was prepping a spell was beyond him, as the now faint wisps of her magic should've been easy to notice at a glance with his own magic active. Pushing that thought to the side for now, he let out a relieved sigh as the water mage undid her spell, though it was quickly followed by a short yelp as a rogue wind slammed into him at that exact moment. His legs had no chance of standing up against the sudden rush of force, sending the wildlander boy tumbling to the ground in a bit of a heap.

As he worked to get his legs to co-operate with him, he chuckled a bit at Sania's admonishment, making a gesture towards his absolutely drenched clothing. "Aye, I can do a bit more than see it Sania, and calm yourself. It's fine, I should've known better. And as for Mona. . ." Lazulin, now back on his feet, would peer through the thick sheets of rain in search of their favorite engineer. A small circle of magical runes would form over his eye, allowing his gaze to pierce through the cascading obstruction the rain provided. It would take a few glances around before he found her fiddling with the disruptor not too far from them. "She's over this way, come on."

Motioning his fellow guild mate to follow, Laz would slowly make his way over to Mona,a smile on his face despite having to almost literally fight his way through the harsh wind, rain, and occasional piece of hail that threatened to smack into his forehead if he didn't pay attention. Soon enough, he and Sania were at Mona's side, the former taking a peek over her shoulder to try and get a look at what she was doing. "Yo Mona, anything me and Sania can do to help get this hunk of junk working again?"
But r they dank?
Lazulin Mulciber

• The Eoldysseus, Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis •


"Well, Red, got any ideas on how to deal with this if it is a trap? Gonna be hard to search for wards or whatever with all these murderous birds about." Laz made a gesture with his knife towards the swarming flock, tho it was quick to turn into a deadly slash as he saw another one of said murder birds take aim at him, deftly removing it's head from it's body mid-dive. He noted the blonde girl, Etoile(as she had so curtly put it), rush out to pull the blonde boy and his knightly companion back towards the doorway. While she did so, Laz lashed out at a few more of the rabid flock, only to have his attention drawn back to her as he heard her yelling at the kid.

The sight was amusing at first, but quickly turned somewhat horrific as he saw the girl get taken down by one of the large birds that assaulted them. It was hard to know for certain from where he was, but she looked to be on somewhat shaky footing after the attack. Meaning she'd have trouble getting back to the doorway on her own, and if the other two were having trouble fighting off the birds by themselves, he doubted they'd be able to do so while helping her back over. And he couldn't rush out to help, busy as he was making sure none of the feathery fiends made it down into the car below them. Which left only the red haired girl, who seemed content to simple watch everything go down, looking as if none of this really affected her.

"You know, if that sword of yours is for something other than decoration, mind using it to help Etoile get back over here?" Laz quickly dispatched two more birds, but a third one managed to get past his guard, jabbing a sharp beak into his shoulder. Grabbing the offending avian, Laz vented his frustration some by tossing the creature hard against the floor, followed by a sharp stomp to it's head. "Well? Don't just stand there and glare at me, Red. Do something, other than stand there, at the very least!"



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PROFILE


Name
Knight Elias

Gender
Male.

Personality
Elias is a . . . troublesome individual for most to deal with. With a non-chalant attitude that borders on total apathy and a penchant for snide remarks at the expense of both other's and himself, Elias is not what most people would consider a people person. The best way to describe him in most situations is tired, grumpy, and not in the mood to deal with people right now.

Naturally, you'd think him to be a difficult person to work with, but when it comes to the job, you'll find few people as dedicated to not only finishing the task with utmost efficiency, but making sure to do so with as little casualties as possible, even at the cost of his own safety. This self-sacrificial nature has earned him the half-mocking moniker "White Knight" and the much less flattering "Deadman Walking", though both names are often met with a glare if used in his presence.

Background
Elias is a rather odd case of an Investigator, born to human parents, but raised by the ghoul that (supposedly) killed them, tho given the struggles of raising a human child as a ghoul, Elias often found this belief to be rather flawed.

Whatever the case, for the first 16 years of his life, Elias grew up among ghouls, getting a look into the society that few humans even bothered to think about. It wasn't an easy life, as his caretaker was very much a 'survival of the fittest' type, and often pushed him harder than the others she cared for because of what he lacked in terms of strength. She was a gruff, fierce woman, but fair and loyal, values she ingrained into Elias every day.

But unfortunately, his days among this band of ghoul bretheren

CASE FILE


CCG Title
"White Knight"

CCG Rank
Associate Special Class

Quinques
"Sabina"-A Rinkaku Sabre:
-A Bikaku Prosthetic Arm:
-A Ukaku Shield/Cannon:

Notable Characteristics
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Damian

One Night in Hell Club

Day 1 (Arc 2): Around 7pm


Damian took a breath, closing his eyes as he felt the on rush of the girl's hatred wash over him through her Vis, his teeth grinding together in irritation as whatever progress he'd made seemed to have been lost. Her attempts to step away from him were halted by his grip on one of her arms, which had grown painfully tight as his breathing grew slightly more harried. Before he could muster up a response, either to Killian or the girl, the source fo the girl's outrage made itself known. And as she spoke, Damain felt his agitation grow ever more profound. He didn't know if it was just the club atmosphere continuing to mess with his head, the girl's emotions influencing his own, or perhaps a mixture of the two and then some, but it twisted his expression into an irate grimace as his eyes opened to level something of a glare towards Killian and Masha.

"Masha, listen to me when I say that I don't think we have time to waste relocating her," His struggled to keep his voice stable, his eyes momentarily switching to the floor, as if he was returning to his usual demure nature, before whatever flight of anger possessing him took hold once more and he forced his gaze back to meet his employer's. That being said, he still had the sense of mind to whisper what his next set of words, not wanting to cause a panic with in the club with so many people around."The girl was genuinely scared for her life, and not in a way that makes me think that it was just over getting caught. Something in my gut is telling me that whatever is scaring her is close and a threat to her immediate well being. So let me handle this now, alright. I might've had something if it wasn't for whatever she thinks . . . or knows you did to her brother."

Damian didn't, or couldn't, keep Masha's gaze much longer after that, his piece having been said. Now, he have his full attention to the girl before him, his eyes once more taking on a pink-ish purple glow as seemed to tower over her. His form would flicker and fray at the edges, outlining him in a haze of shadow. A sign of his fading control over his own abilities, though the girl was unlikely to take it as such. When he spoke to her, there was no pleasantness in his voice, nor any patience.

"And as for you, I'm done playing this game, so I'm going to make this simple. Tell me what you did, and I'll keep you safe from whoever this 'he' is that you're afraid of. And whether you believe that or not, allow me to tell you something I know I can do." Pulling the girl closer, his voice lowering to an impressive growl as he managed to put a decent amount of menace into his following words, the sense fo danger and threat only being heightened by the aura of fear that would be activated by his heightened emotional state. "If anything happens to anyone here, and you didn't at least try to tell me how to stop, then I will make you pay for it. You may think, after whatever happens, you'll be able to get away somehow. But you won't. I have your scent. I can smell everything your feeling right now. I can see it in the Vis that runs through your body. And I will hunt you down by this scent and show we exactly why people are afraid of Nightwalkers. So if you want to try your luck, go ahead. Stay quiet and be prepared for me to stalk every fucking shadow that you see from now till the day you die."

As he issued this threat, Damian felt a familiar rush thrill through his body. Looking down at this girl,seeing her utterly in his grasp. . . it reminded him of the moment with Corinna in Victoria secret, except in this instance he knew that this girl couldn't fight back. And from the strength of his grip on her arm, he knew that she would know it too. And deep down, he couldn't here the normal part of him muttering and worrying. 'I went too far', 'Why did I talk back to Masha', 'she'll never talk now', 'what is wrong with me?'. These and more thoughts ran through the back of his mind, but right now, the damian that was in control of the moment couldn't be bothered. If she didn't make speak up, then he would make good on his promise. And that scared him more than anything else.


Guld Airship, Crow's Nest
Banksia Skyline Route #14: En route to the 5th Hierarchical Realm, Suphlatus


The storm raged around the ship, the wind and rain cutting through those aboard the top deck like knives, leaving most chilled to the bone and all of them clinging to the nearest surface they could. In this kind of weather, even top of the line Air gliders would have difficulty navigating such winds, and the Cloud Chaser's models were definitely far from up to par. The best practice in such conditions would be to stay below deck if possible, and failing that, stay as close to the top deck as possible, where the atmospheric disruptor's protection was at it's strongest. However, far up above in the crow's nest, a long figure sat in a meditative stance, eyes closed in fierce concentration as his body was assailed by the elements.

Encircling him were 5 strange distortions, like black tears in the sky, each one housing a number of glowing green-ish geometric shapes that came together to form something akin to an eye in appearance within the tears in space. These 'eyes' gazed both outward towards the horizon, inward towards the young man they were orbiting, down at the deck hands at guild mates that struggled to fix their failing machine, and up at the rumbling, cloud-covered sky. And it was through these eyes that the young man could see everything around him, observing the flow of magical energy that flowed all around them, the origins that pulsed within the people below him, and how it was all connected. . . interwoven like so many strands of gossamer and silk. The winds tore wildly at his clothes, the rain and occasional piece of hail smacking against his skin repeatedly, the water serving to weigh him down like an anchor, but all of these assaults seemed to only have the faintest effect on his concentration. A quirk of the brow here, a hiss of pain there. While seemingly small reactions, they all revealed his current state of meditation to still be flawed, and as such, he felt his mind slip every now and then.

>F̶̟͎̰̬͕̮͈o̶̡̬̞̰͇̩̕c̥͓͎̫̼̥̖͢ṳ̵̼s̴͕͔̩̭̹͓̳̕͞, ̨̧̥͖̪̭̟̺̤̟ ̨̝̭̜̯̭͖͕̫͔L͙̞͓̺a̸̛͓z̮͖̹͕̖͝ų̛̩̰͓̼l҉̻i̴̧̨͚̞̟̻̥̳n̕҉͓͕̺ . . . Ṱ͙h̟͈͇̜e̳̼̗͇ ͙͉̻̻͔̫̥̞T͈͈̜̠̰a̬͔̤p̼̫e̺̗̖̫̞͍̩̰s͔̦͇̻̬ţ͙̞̻͎̥͚r̗̻̥̪y̮͍ ̹̺͍o̠̥͉̬͎f̫ ̣M͙͇͕̳̻̮ạ̙̥̙͈̖̝g͎̬̖͚̜i͎̫͎͓̺̜̫c. . . Is͏̰̘ ̨͕͖̣̰̺͖͢u̥̪̻̻̥͚n҉̣̖̦f̧̣̺͕̝̭̮̕u̯̥͡͡r҉̹͟͞l̝̹̪̤̯̞e̴͇̗̟̕d҉̫ ͘͏̝̭̬̹̯b̹̝̟̗͇̫͉͡͞e͇̣̜͙͎̗̣͜f͏̵͙̫͓̼͜o҉͎̗̰͎̼̫̙r̢̧͇̤̭̥e̼̺̼͟ ̵̜̥̰͞you

. . . R̵̫̼͙͈͇̮̙͡ȩ̷͇͎̤͈̦a͈̥͈͉͎̥c̟̺͈̱̫̯͖͎̜h̨̟̟̦̙͉̪̝ ̨̹͍̳͇̹̹̺̗̤o̯̗̪u̱̫͉͖̳̕ͅt̷̖̹̜͈̤̲͜ ̯͙̲̝w̭̼i̻͉͉̤͚͉t̢̧̨͍̺̪̱͕͉̙̖ḩ̴̠̼͙̝ ͞͏̬͍̕w̶͙̙̣̤̬i̵̡̠͠ͅt̜̪͎̟̞̮͙̕ẖ̬̼ͅ ̱̤̠̕y͎͍̭̕͟ó̠̗̻̠̳͔̲͢͜ͅu̺͖͔̲̲̲͡͡r̳̩͖͕̦̲̀͝ ̰̯̬͖̹̳̟͘͠m͖̰͕̜̲͇͕͓̀͜i̴̦̠̜̬͖͙͚̥̺n̢̯͉̗̪̭̱̲̪̕͠ḑ̖̜͔͎͜ . . . B̛͕͇e͚͇͇̞̝̱͉̳͘͠n̰̣͎̗̗̪͡d̡̟͔͖ ̷̦̠̱͚̬̩̗͎͘i̲͔̻͍͜t̗̩̬͇ ̨̥̱̺̦̼͞͡t͚͉͉̺̕o̯̮̱̗̭̖͚ ̷̦̪̭̟̹͖͜y̸͜͏̻̩̰o̶̲͓̪ư̵͎̦̫͝r̟̬̪̰͘̕͞ ̩̖̦̬̱̻͓̕w̶͖̜̜͙i̡̢ͅl͖̀l͍͎̮͙̻


The voice rang inside Lazulin's head like the tolling of a church bell, an echoing whisper spoken in what sounded like a 100 languages at once,filling every crevice of his mind with its reverberating tones. His brow scrunched up as he attempted to focused his mental energies, trying to will the magic that he could see flowing around him into . . . something. Anything. But in the end, nothing came of his efforts. The world remained the same, completely unchanged and unaware of his efforts.

With a growl, he lashed out with a fist against the wood of the mast, the wood splintering beneath his it with a sharp crack. The eyes around him dispersed into wisps of black smoke, one by one, till he was left with just one hovering above his left shoulder. It's gaze simply stared at him, he could feel it in the shivers that ran up his spine. His teeth formed a grimace as drew his hand back from against the mast, flexing the appendage as he turned his head skyward. His uncovered eye opened to glare at the storm that beat at the ship, a sigh escaping him as he rose to his feet.

The winds were strong, forcing him to keep a tight grip on the railing that ringed the crow's nest as he considered his path to the deck below. For a moment, the silver-haired youth considered leaping straight down, but shook the idea from his head. Even if he somehow managed to avoid getting knocked overboard, by the strong winds making the attempt, the damage his landing would likely have on the ship would see to it that Zeke (or worse, Mona) corrected that little oversight. As such, he made due with climbing down the mast proper, attaching his safety harness to the nearby grapple line just in case a rogue wind tried to knock him off.

Soon enough, he was making his way down to the deck, stopping every so often as a particularly nasty wind threatened to tear him off the ship. Not to mention the hail, some of which was quite sizable, beating into him every so often. If it wasn't for the reinforcement magic he had had active right now, he had little doubt that he'd have ended up covered in some nasty bruises, if not worse. After a few harrowing minutes of this, Lazulin lowered himself safely on the top deck, soaked to the every bone and dusted with broken bits of hail, yet hardly looking the worse for wear from it. Making his way past the few other guild members scurrying about the topside, he happened to notice Sania screaming something out, though whatever she said could barely be heard with the wind roaring about them. As he watched her for a moment, a grin worked it's way on his face as he made his way forward, making sure that he stayed out of Sania's line of sight as he did so. The wind and stormy weather made for a perfect cover to his movements, his sneaking steps bring him right behind the girl where he would suddenly grab at her shoulders and yell in a deep growling voice.

"GOTCHA!!!" After that, he'd quickly release the girl and scoot backwards, chuckling a fair bit as he put a hand in his pockets, the other doing it's best to keep the rain out of his eye."Sorry, couldn't help myself. So, what are you doing up here? I would've thought you'd be below deck talking with the Princess or something. Or did she give you the cold shoulder?"
@tobiaxStill alive, ye.
@Lemons Yo, should I just assume your character is too stunned by Laz's presence to speak? He is a rather magnificent individual, I know.
Karilis



Yes, a wastrel who seems unaware of his own heritage and a doddering old fool. Truly a match for the foe you're having us face. Karilis rolled her eyes at the lady's words and her threat, but little else than that. Instead, her attention was focused once again on her sister, hardly blinking as if fearing she'd disappear again within the next moment. Whatever had led the two here, and to each other, she didn't know whether to thank it or curse it. The longer she gazed, the more questions and emotions began to bubble up inside of her, each one bringing with it a roiling storm of emotional turmoil. She didn't know whether she was more over-joyed or enraged by her sister's presence now that the initial shock had mostly worn off, only that she was feeling a great amount of both extremes. She wasn't sure what she'd do once she got her alone, much less what she would even say.

8 years. . . 8 years and here you are, as suddenly as the day you disappeared. Not a single word, letter, nothing for all the time. Does she even want to see me? To talk? Why, Zhen. . . why did you leave? Karilis tore her eyes away from her sister, taking a breath to steady herself as another wave of emotion came over her, childhood memories of times gone by. It was her sister's voice that drew her out of these thoughts, her weary acceptance of the Lady's quest catching Karilis somewhat by surprise. Before she could properly respond herself, however, the child from before spoke up. His manner of addressing the ruler of Guixang once again caused Karilis to wonder at the boy, as no normal child would dare speak to a ruler in such a manner. Either he was a particularly reckless fool, or there was more to him than one would assume.

Either way, the sassy remark on the mission given and his admittance to doubting the Lady made the exiled dynast roll her eyes in exasperation. Even if the child's targets where strange, he still spoke with all of the false bluster and intellect that children tended to have when they were to smart for their own good. If they were in less prestigious company, she would've smacked him on the head with the hilt of her blade for his insolent tongue As it were, she held her tongue till the boy was finished.

Once silence reigned in the room, Karilis spoke once more, her voice swelling with a measure of prideand arrogance that only a dynast could achieve, even an exiled one.

"I shall take your warning into account, Lady Goddess. As for the mission you've offered, I guess I shall throw my hat into the ring as well. . . figuratively, of course." The dynast offered a quick look over to her compatriot and, after a short and silent argument done entirely through facial expressions, informed the goddess that her compatriot would also be willing to join in the mission as well. With that taken care of, Karilis turned her attention to the man beside her, a Lookshian who looked on the verge of falling asleep while standing. As impressive as that feat might've been, she wasn't in the mood to deal with a goddess after a possible third insult. As such, as his head started to droop, she would lash out a none-too-gentle kick to his leg, hoping that would wake him up as she proceeded to hurry along the process. "What about you? Are you going to come with us or not?"
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