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Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Lazulin Mulciber

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•Ifrise Forest Proper, Sovereignty of Dryadalis •

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"My, how noble of you Sir Pagonia. If I were a dear young maiden, I might've become smitten with you." Lazulin chuckled as he Pagonia protected him and others from the lethal barrage of spikes. Despite his relaxed posture, his entire body was surrounded by an aura of Malefic energy as he set his sights on the creature in question. HIs red eye gleamed in excitement for a moment as thoughts of blood and gorging filled his mind, the hunger he'd felt rising up with his anger at meeting the Inquisitors sending another painful twist through his body. Instead of caving to his baser nature, however, he simply focused his energies into his hand as he drew forth his custom-made pistol with a flourish. As the magic flowed into the weapon, the barrel taking on purplish-blue illumination, he'd take aim at the creature. "Anyhow, let's be done with this obstacle. I'm very much interested in having a chat with whoever was behind those demonic birds."

Methods aside, anyone who's attempting to disrupt the Ecclesiae has the potential to be an ally. But best to keep that thought to myself for now.

With these thoughts in mind, Lazulin fired a quick barrage of 6 malum-infused ether bolts at the monstrosity before them, aiming to hit it at various spots along it's front in order to maximize the spread of malum that would begin working to degrade the beast's thick hide, and mayhaps even dismantle one or two of the launching mechanisms for its spikes if he was lucky. Anywhere the bolts would land would be tinged with crackling hotspots of necrotic energy, making for very visible targets in conjunction with his following statement.

"My magic is rather good at breaking down the physical toughness of most things, so if you wish to take him down quickly, I suggest you aim for them."

You Can Become a Hero!

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy
Interacting with:Jin@Mistress Dizzy and Chen@floodtalon

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Camilla's ears dropped as a pout made it's way on to her features when Jin revealed that they had been pulling her leg, but the slight was quickly forgotten as the girl continued talking about herself. Camilla wondered if Jin had many memories of her time in the states, as well as what it was like to live in New York of all places. That place was a veritable hero hotspot, jampacked with the biggest heroes( and villains) in the country. Life there must be crazy, so no wonder her parents moved back here. Even dad talks about how exhausting some of the Big Apple heroes say their job is whenever they end up on the west coast, usually when they're on break.

Her small daydream of what she imagined New York to be like was cut short, however, as Jin addressed her while showing her the number they had calculated. Camilla's ears shot up as she snapped out of her daze, trying and failing to look as if she had been paying attention the whole time as the tips of her ears began to burn with embarrassment.

"Uh, y-yeah. That is pretty neat, Ji-er, Takahashi-san." Camilla mentally scolded herself for the near slip-up. Ji-No, Takahashi-san's behavior been so unlike what she'd been expecting from this place that it caused her to drop her guard too much and slip into old mannerisms. Curling a lock of hair around one of her fingers, she looked back towards the angry girl from before, who seemed to have only gotten angrier somehow, and shrugged.

"Who knows. Some people just have a bone to pick with the world and want to take it out on those around them. If you ask me, it is probably best if we just avoid her if we can, or else we will likely be the ones with a headache." Camilla chuckled a little towards the end, imagining a scenario where she and Takashi-san were being forced to listen to the angry horned girl drone angrily about random things until she noticed movement on the stage. It seems like things were finally being set into motion.

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The principle's speech was pretty much the kind of thing her father had told her to expect, but she would be lying if she still wasn't at least a little intimidated by it. Still, she was already here and she wasn't about to get sent home with her tail between her legs just because she was feeling nervous. Rising to her feet with a slight hope, she turned to Takashi-san with a small smile and upturned ears as she offered a small bow followed by an outstretched hand.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Takashi-san, and I hope we see more of each other throughout the school year, yeah? Who knows, we might even be in the same class." Reaching down to snatch up their notebook, she quickly wrote down her cell-phone number on the page before handling it back over "But just in case we're not, here's my number so we can text each other. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go see what the dorms are like. I hope you have a nice day!"

Once the two were finished saying their goodbyes to each other, Camilla would make her way out of the assembly hall, barely able to maintain a steady walking pace as the mix of nerves, anxiety, and excitement made her want to run out the building and into the relative safety of her dorm. So focused was she on trying to keep herself from bolting and the pamphelet in her hand, that she didn't really pay attention to where she was goin-

"And don't forget! Soar Skyward!"

That was all she heard before she felt herself crash into someone, only catching a glimpse of black hair as she stumbled back, catching herself with her back foot while her arm shot out to grab the other person so as to keep them from falling to the floor. Camilla froze, feeling her face get hot and her ears begin to drop as she quickly made sure to properly right the other person while rushedly apologizing for her blunder.

"Oh, I am really, really, truly sorry about that. I was just so caught up in my own head and the speech made me nervous and I'm just really, really sorry. You are not hurt or anything, right?" Once she was certain the other person was alright, she'd release them and take a step back, her fingers once again curling themselves in locks of her colored hair as she felt as if a thousand pairs of eyes were glaring her down, judging her every single move and action as if she was on trial for some sort of crime. As sensing her distress, her quirk partially activated to cause small lines of microbes to flow up her arm, the colors shifting momentarily before taking on a shade of red equivalent to the blush that was burning at her face and ears.

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Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Lazulin Mulciber

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• Ifrise Forest Proper, Sovereignty of Dryadalis •

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Laz clicked his tongue at the redhead's words. He'd hoped to get this over and done with as soon as possible, both for the sake of the civilians and himself, but it seems like he'd have to out himself a little. That said, he wasn't too eager to be the first to share, knowing that his set of abilities would draw some stares from others in the group. Hell, even his affinity would do that for some of them, as Malum users were often seen in a rather negative light.

Something that our fowl assaulter wasn't helping to alleviate with their swarms of mutated demon birds.The young man moted in his head, casting his eye over their motley crew of mages with a moderate interest in what they had to say. It was only after everyone else had spoken that he would step up, chuckling a little to himself as he noticed something the struck him as rather funny.

"Darn, if only we had a Sanctus, then we'd have the whole spectrum of Ether, wouldn't we? Ah well, I guess we will have to make do with what's available." Reaching up with his uncovered hand, Laz would pull down his hood to fully reveal his face with a wolfish grin before falling into a brief, if a tad over-dramatic, bow to the group as a whole. "I've already introduced myself to a few of you but as a refresher, the name is Lazulin Mulciber, Maleficarum extraordinaire and less than humble wanderer, at your service."

"As for what I can do, I' will have you know that I am quite well skilled in the healing arts using both my own magic and regular medicinal techniques, though I can also turn the former towards more. . . destructive purposes. as to what that means, it's probably best to leave it up to your imaginations, but taking a look at the crows that our assailant sent after us will give you a good idea." Laz gave them a moment to ponder the implications of what he said and work through whatever reactions they might have to such magic before continuing on with his explanation. "Unfortunately, I am not that skilled when using my magic for such transformations, at least on anyone other than myself, and even then I try not to rely on such things as they can be rather draining. My main way to dispatch of foes is with both my knives and a special pistol I carry, infusing them with a necrotic variant of Malum energy."

"And that's about it," he lied, " So with that out of the way, let's continue on our way, yes. I can even fix up tall, dark, and blonde's arm while we walk if he doesn't mind a little pain and fatigue. Can't go swinging your sword with just one hand now, can we?"

Cloud Chasers | First Book: Casting Stones Upon the Glass Sky |[ Invite Only ]|

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

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"Really? Just a misplaced screw took the entire thing out of wack?" Laz squinted at the mechanic with arms crossed, a bit disbelieving that the issue to the situation was so simple. But, lo and behold, with a more than a few wind-snatched curses and tinkering, Mona had the thing sputtering back to life. And here he thought mechanic work was supposed to be hard. I guess I just need to be more attentive next time something is broken. I bet that would impress Mona a lot if I managed to fix something next time it breaks."

Before he could comment on his plan to Sania, who he was certain would love the idea, the lot of them were suddenly called down into the bowels of the Chaser by one of their fellow Chaser's, the infamous Silver claw. He was one of the strongest members onboard, wielding the type of power that even Huangdi couldn't deal with. He was a man to be respected as much as he was feared, and as such, he responded in the only way that was befitting.

"Why don't you say that to my face, ya fat-cat bastard!" Laz shouted after the lumbering mountain of a man, making a rather rude gesture at his retreating figure as he muttered more obscenities under his breath, before turning to Mona. "I ain't afraid of that cat-faced asshole. I don't care how tough everyone says he is, I could take him. . . _eventually Lobbing a wad of spit onto the ground beside him, Laz walked forward with chest puffed out as he fiddled with the bandages around his covered eye which had become a little loose due to the harsh winds and rain. His uncovered eye, meanwhile, took some 'subtle' glances in Mona's direction as he did so, as if to make sure she had caught all of his little declaration.

That was cool, right? Or do I just look dumb. . . no, doesn't matter if it does. Remember what Hunagdi always says, have confidence and don't hesitate. not for anything."

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Laz joined the rest of the crew in their riotous cheering as he the captain confirmed that they were going on a Heist, the tingling of adrenaline dancing across his spine as wondered how many Librarium stooges he'd get to beat downon this mission. He settled back down as the captain spoke up again smilie on his face only growing as he went on. . . only to immediately fall flat as teams were announced. Welp, this is going to end terribly. How am I supposed to sneak in when the bitch queen's complaining and sinsults tips off the Librarium before we even get on board. A groan left his body in a huff as he could already feel the headache starting in the base of his skull. Now he'd have to not only worry about making sure none of the Libraium fucks alert the ship, but also keeping Madame sass a lot safe while she threatens him for doing it. he considered saying something about it to the captain, but thought better of it after a moment. The captain knew what he was doing, and it wasn't his place to question him. Besides, who knows, it might not even be that bad.

A part of Laz almost believed that, while the rest cursed the fact that they couldn't steal a mug of ale to ease the coming headache that would be dealing with adelynn and her mouth.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@InkarnateWith someone like Zes, he feels that first impressions are basically all they have to offer.

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@Altered Tundra Hey, Laz thinks he's a good kid. Just needs. . . well. . . some common sense. . . to think before he speaks. . . mayhap a better understanding of his surroundings. . . etc, etc.

But other than that, swell guy.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@Lemons ayyyye. Also, wow. Magicist much? Not all malum mages are bad dudes I mean, Laz kinda is, but that's not the point.

Also, i'll try to finish up laz's sheet sometime later today, as well as get a post out for him.

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J e a n e t t e A v a e

“Hmmm. . . Wonder how much fun I can have with you?”

Character

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Jeanette Avae

_Age

19

_Gender

Female

_Origin

Text.

_Appearance

Jeanette is what one would call an intimidating beauty, with her fair features and curvaceous figure serving to entice but her rather tall stature and piercing blue eyes making it clear that she is far from a dainty maiden. Her silvery white locks flow down her back in a flurry of ringlets, every strand properly maintained and cared for with the utmost percision as a prideful declaration of her dedication to looking stunning wherever she went.

_Personality

Jeanette is a playful, if somewhat over-bearing sort of person. She finds life most fun when one casts thier inhibitions to the wind and only do as their heart tells them, no matter what others say, what parents say, even what society says. As such, she has taken to ignoring most social mores and norms, and even actively fights against a few of them, such as the rules of courtship.

While most people tend to be either a bit chaste or withdrawn when it comes to matters of their interests, be they romantic or purely carnal in nature, but Jeanette sees such games as wastes fo time for both her and whoever she fancies at that moment. So, rather than wait for someone to take interest in her or catch the 'subtle hints'she's expected to throw his way, she simply confronts them with her interests for them to accept or reject as they please. This straight foward, hold-nothing-back style of living is something she applies to many areas of her life, but this area in particular is where it's the most apparent. Not only that, but even if one rejects her advances, they may still find themselves at ther mercy of her relentless teasing and casual flirtation, simply because that's just how she tends to interact with people.

All this being said, however, Jeanette isn't completely carefree nor is she completely selfish in her desires. Beneath all the flirtatious showmanship, there is a kind and surprisingly empathetic soul that knows when to give people their space and when to give them a little shove in the right direction. Despite the facade she likes to give off, Jeanette is actually quite the motherly sort, also wanting to help and nuture those in need to the best of her ability.

_{Background Information}

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_{Coordinator Type}

TC

_{Coordination Profile}

Awareness | ■■□□□
Composure | ■■■■□
Endurance | ■■□□□
Instinct | ■■■■□
Intellect | ■■■□□

Midnight Sun: Original Thread

Because every good mecha needs a best girl kuudere.

@Stern Algorithm

Jeanette: "Hmmmm. . . Do those arms of yours have a vibration function?"

Edit: Speaking of Jeanette, here she is. . . mostly

Jeanette Avae W.I.P

J e a n e t t e A v a e

“Hmmm. . . Wonder how much fun I can have with you?”

Character

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Jeanette Avae

_Age

19

_Gender

Female

_Origin

Sirus

_Appearance

Jeanette is what one would call an intimidating beauty, with her fair features and curvaceous figure serving to entice but her rather tall stature and piercing blue eyes making it clear that she is far from a dainty maiden. Her silvery white locks flow down her back in a flurry of ringlets, every strand properly maintained and cared for with the utmost percision as a prideful declaration of her dedication to looking stunning wherever she went.

_Personality

Jeanette is a playful, if somewhat over-bearing sort of person. She finds life most fun when one casts thier inhibitions to the wind and only do as their heart tells them, no matter what others say, what parents say, even what society says. As such, she has taken to ignoring most social mores and norms, and even actively fights against a few of them, such as the rules of courtship.

While most people tend to be either a bit chaste or withdrawn when it comes to matters of their interests, be they romantic or purely carnal in nature, but Jeanette sees such games as wastes fo time for both her and whoever she fancies at that moment. So, rather than wait for someone to take interest in her or catch the 'subtle hints'she's expected to throw his way, she simply confronts them with her interests for them to accept or reject as they please. This straightforward, hold-nothing-back style of living is something she applies to many areas of her life, but this area, in particular, is where it's the most apparent. Not only that, but even if one rejects her advances, they may still find themselves at the mercy of her relentless teasing and casual flirtation, simply because that's just how she tends to interact with people.

All this being said, however, Jeanette isn't completely carefree nor is she completely selfish in her desires. Beneath all the flirtatious showmanship, there is a kind and surprisingly empathetic soul that knows when to give people their space and when to give them a little shove in the right direction. Despite the facade she likes to give off, Jeanette is actually quite the motherly sort, also wanting to help and nuture those in need to the best of her ability.

_{Background Information}

Jeanette has always lived to spite her father. The Ceo of the pre

Attributes & Other Information

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_{Coordinator Type}

TC

_{Coordination Profile}

Awareness | ■■□□□
Composure | ■■■■□
Endurance | ■■□□□
Instinct | ■■■■□
Intellect | ■■■□□