Rexcalibur

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's room

By now Amy's breaths had quieted significantly, though she still trembled. Syed too was as shaky as she'd ever seen him, possibly even more so than her as it was obvious in his voice, despite how hard he tried to play it off as the calmer one. He made some joke to try and lighten the situation, though with twenty times less the comfort Lucien always exuded with his own - then he went back to questioning himself.

Amy merely stared back at him with her wet emerald eyes as he spoke on and on. With her total lack of acknowledgement to anything he said, it might as well have looked like she wasn't even really listening.

The mage sparked here and there. He'd never be able to hide his anxiety well. "I'm sure Trixie's fine." Amy lowered her head slightly, still keeping silent. Syed spoke on. "The door's probably locked, Moira's really d-defensive about her stuff. She never leaves doors unlocked ever. If... if you want, I could look for the key while you use the bathroom. Save you going out there like that..."

Though Amy lowered herself to retrieve her dress, her eyes never left Syed. Had she not blurred her own vision with tears, she would have noticed and probably scoffed at how Syed seemed to be crying more than she was.

"Hah..." What a fucking mess this was. Barely managing to keep on her own feet, she straightened her posture, with her dress and other clothing articles clenched in hand. Then she staggered over to the open bathroom. She didn't even freeze upon hearing some ungodly roaring noises coming from the side of the bed nearest her, though she did catch stuff moving around in her peripherals.

Was that... Moira? Puking off the side of the bed? Normally Amy would have grossed out and ditched the room upon seeing and smelling that so up close, but her current tempo and the locked door prevented her from even reacting to it. Then again, she was in the Pride. Meaning she's seen much worse things. Like giantass spiders.

As Moira began screaming at whatever was underneath the bed, Amy slowly and shakily closed the bathroom door behind her.

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Flussshhhhhhh shswhswhswhhs swirling toilet water noises

"Blech! Hack, cough, coughing noises! Hurk...!" A loud sigh. "Oh man. Never drinking that much apple juice again!"

The door to one of four stalls suddenly burst open, with Trixie flailing out of it. She managed to extend her arms before her as she tripped over her own shoelaces - and totally faceplanted the cold floor anyway. "Owwww..." After lying there for a few good seconds, she quickly scrambled to her feet, and was immediately met with a long horizontal mirror before her.

Mouth agape in near anguish, she charged right in front of it. "Noooo! My hair!"

Yes, one of her precious braids had become undone. Now she had to choose between unbraiding the other one, or having totally uncool asymmetrical hair. The decision was a tough one. And the poor, poor child would never be able to live with the agony. Oh well, at least she hadn't thrown up on it.

She bore her teeth next, taking an especially close look at the lovely gap between her two front teeth. But that didn't startle her. That had always been there. "Geeeez! I need a toothbrush." Trixie gave the mirror a final pout before waltzing over to the door, careful to avoid the puddles caused by what appeared to be a sink that had been completely broken off of its counter. Or something. Whatever that giant metal thingy was.

Rattle rattle. Shake shake shake. Rattle

"Locked!? Ah! Trying to play tricks with me, eh, door? Eh? Well too bad! You seem to forget that I'm...!" Her hands slapped her waist. There was no belt, no pouch, nothing there but her regular shirt and booty shorts. "......a lockpicker. Oh jabberwocky this is not good. Uhhh. Okay. Puzzle time. Think. Think. How would a Wondergirl get out of this one?" She drummed her fingers along her tiny chin as she scanned her surroundings.

There was a vent - two vents implanted within the ceiling, easily reachable by climbing atop one of the toilets. An open window was also perched alongside one of the walls; that one required a bit more of a climb, but it was nothing Trixie couldn't reach either.

Hmmm. So she did what felt most natural and began banging on the door.

"HALP! HALP! I'M TRAPPED IN HERE, HALP!"

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Oh man, I'm really glad everyone likes Amy & Sy's scenes so much! :) It's like hilarious trauma on all parties, til you see these two then it's trauma-trauma hahaha. Reading Buns' posts make me feel so bad hahahah. But yeah thanks so much for all the comments <3. I love everyone's scenes going on here actually! They're a blast to read, crazy shit. I'm totally in love with this chapter. It's gonna be so awkward when everyone meets up again & they all act like a different person around one another XD.

Really glad you guys approve of the Wikia stuff too. :) I have a lot of fun tinkering with it.

Pacman you've got me concerned for Don & his bros' safety lmfao. More so than usual, anyway! XD
(Don better keep that new outfit hnggggg @___@)

EDIT: Post is finally up! As a side note I've got absolutely zilch planned for Trixie, so if anyone wants to interrupt or find her or whatever, I'm totally down with it. If not I can work something out with her on my own too |D lol

Here, listen to some lovely Drake Bell too *A* (he one-way called me while I was at work the other day & I FOAMED & hid in the janitor's closet so my coworkers wouldn't hear my squealing)



yes i still listen to drake bell you shut the fuck up

Borderlands 3

Baltimore had been marching towards the crowding room, nose up and whistling brightly. The young girl's trek only came to a halt as she watched an unknown man enter a doorway. The chattering that came from within - something about messages? - was audible enough to snag her attention and draw her closer to them. She too peered into the room, watching as the three older men conversed among one another. Her eyes especially drew to their drawn weapons, although the ashy-blue Moloko sniper hoisted over her back outlengthed them by far.

Baltimore straightened her back and held her chin high; she had to at least appear confident, right? Hopefully these men would not jump at the blue tattoos scattered along her left arm and half her face. She was quite tired of being ganged up against, but if these men were all there for the same reason she was summoned...

The young girl took two steps in and let out a low whistle, hoping to catch their attention. She held her hands close to her chest, with the same message as Malachi's and Morikir's pinned between her fingers.

Borderlands 3

Whoo, finally have the chance to read up and post. I'll get something up in a bit!

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Hello everyone! Post is finally up, sorry for the wait! Hope it's good hahaha. I'll be back to regular AM posting tomorrow. :> (Loving all these scenes <3)

Also I have a little surprise for Fox & Kathi, if they're interested in these~

Gonna go relax for a couple of hours & theeeennn... work on my other essay. .___. Hope everyone has a splendid weekend!

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's room

Once Syed lifted his arms over his head and quietly reassured Amy that he couldn't approach her any further, she relaxed her grip - but the fear never left her eyes. She had allowed her arm to droop, loosening the tautness of her whip, as if ready to recall the weapon. Still it flickered brightly, humming and burning with energy. Her eyes watched his movements with distrust.

"What happened?" he said.

"I don't understand," he said.

Though he spoke calmly, Amy more than recognized the worry laced with his words. No. No, she couldn't remember anything from the previous night either. But the fact that she was clothesless bar the snow white bedsheets wrapped around her, the fact that she had woken up inches away from a man under the blankets with her, the fact that she had to yank her leg free from his when she escaped that bed - immediately she extended her arm out again, the trembling gem held in Syed's direction. Her whip threatened the room with a snarl.

Get the fuck away from me...

He had shuffled away from the bed to read something, much too far for Amy herself to see. Then he hunkered over, trembling wildly just as Amy was. He spoke again, his constrained calmness dripping away by the second, but the cleric heard not a word that escaped his lips. Her own frenzied heartbeat drowned out any other noise in the room. Whatever that paper was sent him spiraling into paranoia himself.

Then she noticed it. Her hand. Her hand gripping onto her gem, her precious weapon. Her finger. A ring. ... A ring!? The only rings Amy owned were two golden circlets, nowhere to be found along with the rest of her jewelery. This one was silver. Silver, with some undefinable engraved writing along the surface. Just like the one Syed...

"Oh, gods..."

Amy gripped even tighter onto the bedsheets she clasped with her other hand. In one fell movement she slumped towards the door, sliding her arm along the peachy wall to keep herself afoot. She dropped her precious gem - its animated light-whip receding into its sheath upon landing in her floored emerald dress - and fumbled for the doorknob, the exit from this hell, with her one free hand. But her palm slipped and slid all across its metallic surface. Once she managed to wrap her fingers along the knob, she hastily tried to turn it.

"Where's Trixie," she wheezed, her voice fraught with shivers. "Where's Trixie. Where's Trixie."

Turn and turn and turn. But the door never opened. Her churning hand merely ran circles around the doorknob, the only obstacle to breaking out from this hell.

Voices swamped her mind - her own voices, contending against one another for who controlled her thoughts, her reaction. It - nothing happened. Nothing could have happened. Surely she would've remembered something as horrifying as that - and Syed couldn't remember either. Neither of them could remember. So nothing happened. Nothing happened! But then her fucking clothes - those fucking rings - these fucking games all over the floor. They... but she couldn't remember anything. She couldn't remember. She remembered no fear. She remembered no pain. Yet... yet all the evidence was right fucking there in front of them. What was she supposed to believe?

She hadn't even noticed Moira flopping herself over on the bed, sleeping as soundly as someone could sleep in this situation.

No. No it's - they can't remember anything. She opened her mouth to reassure herself, to reassure Syed - to mostly reassure herself - but her conscious doubled over. The door would not open. She was trapped. And Trixie - Trixie wasn't there to bust her out. She let her guard down, she let her comfort and trust run free with these people, and...

"I'm - I'm done. I don't want to play guilder anymore." Where was that stupid little girl now? She promised. She promised to protect her. She promised. And yet she was not there. She was not there and - oh gods. "I'm done. This isn't fun anymore. Where's Trixie. I'm done. I can't do this anymore." She continued churning her hand around the doorknob with no luck. "I'm done, I'm done with this, I'm done."

Borderlands 3

I'll catch up and post tomorrow after class. Haven't read anything yet but yeah, a bit tied up atm. Sorry about that haha. If you guys need to move on tonight/tomo morn before I get something up, don't feel the need to wait for me, I'll catch up later. :)

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Love everyone's scenes omf

I might not be able to post until around this time tomorrow. Got another essay due & a speech exam tomo as well. I'll still shoot for a post tonight but no guarantees. >< Just a heads up!

Borderlands 3

Name: Baltimore

Role: The Siren

Age: 14

Appearance: A smaller built girl with a clean bobcut hair style and cute buckteeth. The signature blue tattoos of a Siren are not only in sporadic stripes along her left arm, but they are also found creeping along the left side of her face. She wears a modest black and white dress, with a giant red sash around her waist and tied into a bow on her back, matching the red bow on the back of her hair as well. She is mute and converses either through gestures (usually exaggerated), some form of sign language, or a notebook and pen.

facial reference

Action Skill: Phaseblock
Baltimore summons a translucent but tangible (trans-dimensional) wall with a stroke of her fingers. This stationary wall dies out after either accumulating a set amount of damage, or some time (30 seconds-ish?) has passed. It is only visible to friendlies in the same way that Lilith and Zer0 are only visible to their teammates and not enemies when using their action skills. Current properties include:

• Come On In: Oneway blockading, i.e. bullets and teammates from one side can cross over into the other side, but not vice versa. (Think jumping over rocks in Pokemon lol.) Effectively walls enemy bullets, and can help trap or hinder movement.


• I Love You More: Ricochet properties; not only do shots go through one side, but also anything shot at the unpassable side will rebound, which will help stack damage against enemies.

level ups

• Role Model: Distancing, i.e. she can erect a trans-dimensional wall anywhere within a set distance, instead of just in front of her.


• One Shot Two Shot: Baltimore summons two walls simultaneously.


• Like Toy Soldiers: Her shots become silent and invisible. Great for stealth shots and supporting frontliners without being easily detected.


• Yellow Brick Road: Friendlies are able to use her walls as portal-like doors for instant transportation.


• Rabbit Run: Consumes Eridium. Baltimore's entire body glows purple (similarly to when Lilith uses Eridium) and her eyes yellow. Pink butterfly wings emerge from her back. Everyone immediately has their shields and health fully restored. In addition to her other two set walls, each friendly has a wall extended before them and follows them around as they move, making them temporarily impervious to frontal attacks (vulnerable only from the side/back).

Weapon: Moloko, i.e. Vladof E-Tech Slagging Sniper Rifle. She prefers to support her teammates from a distance.

Moloko

Grenade: Longbow Tesla. Dat area of effect. Also down with dem shields.

Shield: Some Booster Shield her dad probably gave her. Shields for everyone! Yay!

ECHO LOG:

echo log clicky

Nasally male: "Hey little girl, we ain't gonna harm ya. Why dontcha just drop that gun and we'll turn ya in, no fussin' or nothin'."

*gun reloads*

Bloated male: "Now now, that's not how to settle things quietly. Just listen to the nice man and set down your snip-- there you go. Ah, no, you have to put it down all the way. Huhu."

*a loud shing! goes off, followed by the two men's laughter*

Nasally male: "Oh where'd ya learn that one, the carnival? Myehehe! A carnival! A carnival, get it, Coops-"

Bloated male: "Yeah I get it ya ding'un! Just hurry up and get her already! She ain't gon' be Wanted forever if we let'ter escape now!"

Nasally male: "Ayeee, all right, Coops! I got this! I got--ooph! Huh? What the? Oooph! Ooph! Hey Coops! Seems to be some invisible forcefield in the way or somethin'."

Bloated male: "Invisi--you're seriously fallin' for tricks now?? Ugh. Just go the fuck around it then and nab her already! She's weaselin' out of the bolas fast!"

Nasally male: "Hrrrrng! I can't get around this thing! Why don't yew go get'ter yourself, fatty!?"

Bloated male: "Dammit Harry, you and Lloyd were never of any use at all. I always have to--*huff*--do everything around--*puff*--here and I--*gasp* HARRY, YOU DING'UN!"

Nasally male: "Huh? What?"

*a loud ch-kuu! goes off, silencing Harry, before more shots of the same sound fire off*

Bloated male: "Hurk!"

*a large mass clumps to the floor; footsteps sprint lightly across wooden floor panels, coupled with voiceless panting*

Bloated male: "Can't escape us, little girl! It's just one o' you - and a ton of us, ready to reap some rewards! Ahahaha!"

*static*

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Whoo yeah support, let's go! Her skills are totally not named after Eminem songs.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's room

The blond woman sleeping soundly beside Syed let out a soft groan, stretching out her arms in front of her. It wasn't until her fingers brushed along Syed's arms that her eyelids finally peeled open - slowly, slowly, allowing her vision to process and unblur the surrounding colors and lights... before they snapped open to reveal her emerald eyes, fierce but frantic. Under the sheets she felt cold. So, so cold.

Amy let out an inhuman scream, the ear-piercing power of a banshee.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Without even properly sitting herself up, the woman pushed herself right off the mattress - snatching the bedsheets with her as she fell to the floor in a crumple. With wild breaths she scooted herself away from the bed, coarsely wrapping the white sheets around her body. Only when she hit the underside of a table close to a wall did she work the strength to stand herself up. She then stood, hunchbacked; one hand held her steady using the table, the other gripped onto the bedsheet cocoon, tightly enough to snap someone's fingers.

Her matching ring scraped against the wooden tabletop. She glared back at the bedded electromage with eyes growing wilder by the minute. Moira lied beside him as well, but her tunnel vision centered on the dark-skinned man. The one whose leg she could have sworn was entangled with her own before she chucked herself away from him.

Were they...

Had they...!?

Syed hadn't even made any advances when Amy let out another scream. She charged off towards the room's door - "Get the fuck away from me!!" - before slipping atop a crumpled Twister mat. Quickly she staggered forward with her one free hand - before fumbling again and landing back on her front, thanks to deck of Uno cards splayed across the carpet beside the mat. Fortunately the bedsheets had not slid from her grasp as she flubbed about.

By this point she was heaving and sniveling audibly, her entire face a mesh of tears and mascara from the day before. Her back soon pressed against the very door she sought escape from, and used it as balance to sit herself up. She shuddered madly. Her head pounded with confusion.

"Get the fuck. Away. From me."

Amy's wild eyes scanned the ground next. Something wooden jutted out from beneath her silky emerald dress, crumpled on its own beside the door. She gasped for air and snatched the wooden handle - a paddle. The paddle Moira had snagged from that parade. A perfect defense weapon.

Well, it was until she discovered that the other half of it had been completely broken off, lost somewhere in that room.

She chucked the useless chunk of wood in front of her and stumbled even further to the side. Her clutch-sized purse lied on its own in the corner of the room, with her red gem snuggled safe and sound inside it. Immediately she swiped it out and, still on the floor, outstretched it towards the bed as if it were a dagger.

Before Syed or anyone else could make a move, Amy shook her jewel with a sharp jolt - and a whip-like substance made entirely of blinding light particles struck out. Having no direct target, it drooped to the floor limply, dragging along the carpet as Amy continues to stagger back further against the wall. Her entire body heaved and dropped with each breath. The flickering light reflected off her tear-strained face.

Had it not been for the bedsheets between her fingers, her nails would have dug quite deeply into her own palm by then. Amy sniveled and snuffed between words, her chin held up so as to abate her weak appearance. "Get. The fuck. Away from me."

In the meantime, a sheet of paper pinned to the door flapped gently with the morning breeze from the balcony's open door. This is to certify that Amaranth and Syed Dyjani were...