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Okay, so rough idea of what I should post? How convinced are the two councillors?
I went for a bit of both. I figured an un-Harrowed mage raised among the Dalish using her magic the moment she entered the Circle might not be a very good idea, realistically. Especially with twitchy sword hands xD
I won't tell anyone... I promise!
*sets up hidden microphone connected to PA system*
*sets up hidden microphone connected to PA system*
Well, I put a giant mech in the middle of the street for those who were fighting the shadows but nobody seems to be going over to it...
Thea's opinion of Henrik was sour from the start, simply from the way he carried himself and the way he spoke. The leery, lecherous gaze in his eyes when he looked at her did nothing to improve her impression of him. Neither did his language or tone when he spoke. It was only exacerbated by the way he mocked Kaitlyn and Owen, the way he acted as if he was the most important person in the room. Thea would have given him a piece of her mind if she thought he cared for it. There was no point wasting her breath, not when it was apparent he cared little for a mage's words and had less patience to tolerate them.
When Kaitlyn finally snapped and punched the man, however, Thea was surprised and just about to cheer when Henrik started retaliating, and returning far more than he got. "Stop! You're hurting her!" Thea protested, reaching for her staff instinctively to try and stop the man. She promptly felt her mana being drained away and could not call on her magic.
Ï'll cut your tongue out if you dare try anything, you bitch." Henrik's threat and malice was thick in his voice.
The man's ego would be his downfall. The Dalish knew what powerlessness was, and they had adapted. They would never assume their strengths were unparalleled and they would never let their weaknesses fester. Thea was raised among them and just because she was mage, did not mean she was powerless without her magic. She swung her staff around and put it between Henrik's arm and Kaitlyn when he pulled it back to land another blow.
There was a loud cry of pain when Henrik sent his next punch flying. Thea had caught his arm at the elbow, her staff acting as a lever while the man's arm was twisted around it, breaking his balance and forcing his limb into an awkward and painful angle when she pushed down on her end. It forced the man to break his grip on Kaitlyn and fall to the ground if he wished to avoid dislocating his shoulder entirely. It was a move that was meant to cause more injury the more an opponent struggled against it. Henrik didn't, unfortunately, and Thea had not the strength to break his arm with her frame.
Still, the ironbark the Dalish used in their weapons was more than capable of hurting even a man in armor, and Thea landed a second strike on the templar's unprotected head, knocking him to the floor, unconscious. The altercation was over, although it had already drawn the crowd.
"What is the meaning of this?!" demanded a gruff voice, full of authority. Thea swung around to see two figures walking towards her and Kaitlyn, one in robes and one in armor.
The mage went to help Kaitlyn up, aware of the woman's injured arm, and well aware that she had no friends besides the woman in this place. "A very unpleasant welcome to the Circle, that's what." She replied loudly and defiantly, standing tall even with Kaitlyn's armored arm around her shoulders. "Is it customary for mages being brought in to be witness to the violence their supposed protectors are capable of? Better yet, how do expect an apostate like me to believe the Circle is for my protection when your Templars would hit one of their own without restraint?"
The fire in her voice would die down, and Thea was well aware she was not doing herself any favours. Showing her temper and her defiance the first moment she entered was not a good way to start her life here, but Kaitlyn had done right by her and she felt responsible for the woman's current situation, indebted to her even. "Are you alright?" She whispered quietly to the templar beside her.
When Kaitlyn finally snapped and punched the man, however, Thea was surprised and just about to cheer when Henrik started retaliating, and returning far more than he got. "Stop! You're hurting her!" Thea protested, reaching for her staff instinctively to try and stop the man. She promptly felt her mana being drained away and could not call on her magic.
Ï'll cut your tongue out if you dare try anything, you bitch." Henrik's threat and malice was thick in his voice.
The man's ego would be his downfall. The Dalish knew what powerlessness was, and they had adapted. They would never assume their strengths were unparalleled and they would never let their weaknesses fester. Thea was raised among them and just because she was mage, did not mean she was powerless without her magic. She swung her staff around and put it between Henrik's arm and Kaitlyn when he pulled it back to land another blow.
There was a loud cry of pain when Henrik sent his next punch flying. Thea had caught his arm at the elbow, her staff acting as a lever while the man's arm was twisted around it, breaking his balance and forcing his limb into an awkward and painful angle when she pushed down on her end. It forced the man to break his grip on Kaitlyn and fall to the ground if he wished to avoid dislocating his shoulder entirely. It was a move that was meant to cause more injury the more an opponent struggled against it. Henrik didn't, unfortunately, and Thea had not the strength to break his arm with her frame.
Still, the ironbark the Dalish used in their weapons was more than capable of hurting even a man in armor, and Thea landed a second strike on the templar's unprotected head, knocking him to the floor, unconscious. The altercation was over, although it had already drawn the crowd.
"What is the meaning of this?!" demanded a gruff voice, full of authority. Thea swung around to see two figures walking towards her and Kaitlyn, one in robes and one in armor.
The mage went to help Kaitlyn up, aware of the woman's injured arm, and well aware that she had no friends besides the woman in this place. "A very unpleasant welcome to the Circle, that's what." She replied loudly and defiantly, standing tall even with Kaitlyn's armored arm around her shoulders. "Is it customary for mages being brought in to be witness to the violence their supposed protectors are capable of? Better yet, how do expect an apostate like me to believe the Circle is for my protection when your Templars would hit one of their own without restraint?"
The fire in her voice would die down, and Thea was well aware she was not doing herself any favours. Showing her temper and her defiance the first moment she entered was not a good way to start her life here, but Kaitlyn had done right by her and she felt responsible for the woman's current situation, indebted to her even. "Are you alright?" She whispered quietly to the templar beside her.
@WK: If it's alright with you, I could just post for Kayla and summarise the general reactions of the Councillors rather than continue the conversation. I only just remembered that particular thread hasn't been resolved. Unless you had other plans.
Cause he's definitely not drunk. No sir. Definitely not drunk.
Marcus XVI said
H-how so?
Cause he's definitely not drunk. No sir. Definitely not drunk.
Are they dwellers as in hobos, or dwellers as in "shit we have to kill"
Yes. And Cadogan needs an intervention.
The Rogue
Jason sighed when it was apparent the Asylum he was with was not one for small talk. For once, he'd like to meet a girl who could humour him without being too eager to kill something. He spun his baton around, splitting it in the middle to reveal two blades, joined them back together to form a double bladed spear, split them back apart and returned them to the baton configuration. Next, he did a series of flourishes with his cards to show off his sleight of hand tricks and sliced a stalagmite in two with one card while pocketing the rest of the pack simultaneously before pulling his sleeve back to reveal the wrist mounted crossbow.
The whole routine was performed as if he were a circus performer instead of an Asylum. "That's not all I can do with my hands, if you're ever interested in the most pleasurable massage you'll ever have." He replied with a grin, before taking a proper glance around their surrounds. "Well, Alice, I usually enjoy the company of a woman as beautiful as yourself but I daresay we do need to find our partners. To that end..."
He fished out a piece of chalk from his pocket and marked the wall with a small discreet sign. "I don't suppose you have some sort of protocol for establish contact with your partner aside from telepathy, do you? This is how I communicate with Fiora when we have nothing else at our disposal but I don't fancy our chances of running into each other's marks."
He sniffed the air and frowned. "I do love that scent you're wearing, Alice. A pity it is being ruined by the stench of sweat. Our enemies are lying in wait... that way." He removed a glove from his hand to determine where the air currents were moving and where the scent had come from. "Well, what better way to find Asylums than to walk right into a battle?" He chuckled, crooking his elbow out as if to escort his companion. "Shall we, milady?"
The Regent
Fiora noticed watched the woman treat the other Asylum she was stuck with and looked at her while pointing at her ear. The quiet girl assumed that woman wanted her to take her earphones off. Fiora did so and at the same time, took out a piece of chalk to mark the rock she was sitting on. She continued humming as she worked, taking out a small necklace, with a strange rock set in it that was glowing dimly. It was a photoluminescent rock which absorbed sunlight during the day and glowed when it got darker. It provided enough light to just see where they were going without tipping off the enemy to their position or paint a target that said "shoot here".
She moved closer so the light around her neck was enough for the medic to do her work, while she dusted herself off and check her bag to make sure it wasn't too badly damaged that it wouldn't be able to hold her gear any longer.
"Fiora." She introduced herself, before pulling up her skirt to reveal her holstered pistols and turning around to do the same with her blouse to reveal the hilt of her sword, resting over her spine and just above where her Asylum number was tattooed, with the word "Judgment" below it as clear as day. "Weapons." She gestured at the two Asylums with her to do the same and give each other a good idea of what kind of fire power they were carrying.
Once that was out of the way she continued to look through her supplies. Jason had always insisted they use backpacks that weren't easy to lose in case something like this happened and she was glad it paid off. She produced three granola bars and tossed one each to her current partners. "Eat." She commented simply, while checking her surroundings to make sure no one was coming to engage them.
"Enemies." She commented simply, pointing to her left to let the other two know where the fight would be taking place. Fiora and Jason had a very simple rule whenever they got separated - head towards the enemy. After all, bloodshed followed where Asylums went and if you needed to find one, all you had to do was follow the trail of blood.
Jason sighed when it was apparent the Asylum he was with was not one for small talk. For once, he'd like to meet a girl who could humour him without being too eager to kill something. He spun his baton around, splitting it in the middle to reveal two blades, joined them back together to form a double bladed spear, split them back apart and returned them to the baton configuration. Next, he did a series of flourishes with his cards to show off his sleight of hand tricks and sliced a stalagmite in two with one card while pocketing the rest of the pack simultaneously before pulling his sleeve back to reveal the wrist mounted crossbow.
The whole routine was performed as if he were a circus performer instead of an Asylum. "That's not all I can do with my hands, if you're ever interested in the most pleasurable massage you'll ever have." He replied with a grin, before taking a proper glance around their surrounds. "Well, Alice, I usually enjoy the company of a woman as beautiful as yourself but I daresay we do need to find our partners. To that end..."
He fished out a piece of chalk from his pocket and marked the wall with a small discreet sign. "I don't suppose you have some sort of protocol for establish contact with your partner aside from telepathy, do you? This is how I communicate with Fiora when we have nothing else at our disposal but I don't fancy our chances of running into each other's marks."
He sniffed the air and frowned. "I do love that scent you're wearing, Alice. A pity it is being ruined by the stench of sweat. Our enemies are lying in wait... that way." He removed a glove from his hand to determine where the air currents were moving and where the scent had come from. "Well, what better way to find Asylums than to walk right into a battle?" He chuckled, crooking his elbow out as if to escort his companion. "Shall we, milady?"
The Regent
Fiora noticed watched the woman treat the other Asylum she was stuck with and looked at her while pointing at her ear. The quiet girl assumed that woman wanted her to take her earphones off. Fiora did so and at the same time, took out a piece of chalk to mark the rock she was sitting on. She continued humming as she worked, taking out a small necklace, with a strange rock set in it that was glowing dimly. It was a photoluminescent rock which absorbed sunlight during the day and glowed when it got darker. It provided enough light to just see where they were going without tipping off the enemy to their position or paint a target that said "shoot here".
She moved closer so the light around her neck was enough for the medic to do her work, while she dusted herself off and check her bag to make sure it wasn't too badly damaged that it wouldn't be able to hold her gear any longer.
"Fiora." She introduced herself, before pulling up her skirt to reveal her holstered pistols and turning around to do the same with her blouse to reveal the hilt of her sword, resting over her spine and just above where her Asylum number was tattooed, with the word "Judgment" below it as clear as day. "Weapons." She gestured at the two Asylums with her to do the same and give each other a good idea of what kind of fire power they were carrying.
Once that was out of the way she continued to look through her supplies. Jason had always insisted they use backpacks that weren't easy to lose in case something like this happened and she was glad it paid off. She produced three granola bars and tossed one each to her current partners. "Eat." She commented simply, while checking her surroundings to make sure no one was coming to engage them.
"Enemies." She commented simply, pointing to her left to let the other two know where the fight would be taking place. Fiora and Jason had a very simple rule whenever they got separated - head towards the enemy. After all, bloodshed followed where Asylums went and if you needed to find one, all you had to do was follow the trail of blood.
I thought we were going to finish this arc without killing people! Oh what am I saying
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