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Bio

NOTICE: Still looking for a 1x1 story partner. Mind that I'm not a quick post shooter, due to work, so I tend to write a paragraph or two in such RPs instead of a few lines. If anyone reading this is still interested, send a PM my way.

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In a bleak world that is called reality...
A young man tries to find his path in life...
And so he decided to do Role-Playing!


Ahem, hello everyone! Y'all can call me Max, or Maxxy, or Maxwell House even! Fine, Riffus will do just fine too...
I'm what some would call a veteran RPer, despite not having been much active in these parts, or at all for the last 3 years. As a matter of fact, I started RP'ing ever since I started high school, and that was probably more than 15 years ago...

...

God, that makes me feel old.

So anyways, since I'm a nice guy and I know some might not want to absolutely know EVERYTHING about me (well, not everything really), I've highlighted areas of my introduction where you guys might be more interested in.

ORIGINS

Some people might know me from where I initially started RP'ing,the "Artix Entertainment Forums". Yeah, the forums dedicated to all games made by Artix Entertainment, such as their very first fame "AdventureQuest", "DragonFable" and "MechQuest" to name only a few. I was known as Necrodan for a while. Afterwards it was Dread_Shadow_Max for a long time, but that name eventually grew too moody for my lively self, so I came to adopt the name representing myself in a better way, the same alias I am using right now.

After some... let's say... issues with the former forums, a lot of its RP'ers (myself included) moved on to another forum that one of us has created. It was thusly called: "The Forbidden Forums". Quite shady, huh? Well, it had a story behind, of which I wasn't involved myself. I Rp'ed there for years, amidst many quarrels and unfinished RPs, until life struck a terrible blow against my poor self.

LIFE STRIKES BACK!

I HAD GOTTEN A JOB! Yes, poor old me was tired of living carefree in the debts of a student loan (from a program I didn't even finish at college), and so I decided to take on the mantle of a hard-working man. Never did I thought that writing RPs and working at night would be so detrimental, and as such I had resigned my fate as a RP'er to better focus on working...

Nah, in fact it's just that I couldn't keep up with the RP's I was in and found great difficulty to focus on writing. Working 12 hours a day isn't great. You just barely get back from work, eat, sleep, then repeat for 4 days. And during weekends, you'Re just too tired that you either sleep all day, laze around all-day long or just try to enjoy what little social life you have left. Life was dark at that point.

RETURN OF THE JEDI RP'ER!

Eventually, things grew to be smoother. I have gotten a new job. Still at night, but it's 8 hours instead, that makes a few more hours of free time. I have used most of that time to catch up on my games and discover new ones. But now that I'm feeling a part of me missing, a part of my creative self that yearned to write about epics and fantastic stories, I've decided to return to RP'ing once more after nearly 3 years of inactivity in the domain.

I do hope that I will be able to meet the expectations of my new comrades-in-writing and that we will all be having fun weaving the stories that have yet to be written. But hey, let's stop talking about myself, or rather my personal self. Let's delve instead into my RP'ing persona.

PREFERENCES

I'm what you would call a Jack-Of-All-Trades. I like RP'ing as a whole, be it in fantasy, sci-fi, dark or even school life settings. I do them all! I'm mostly a man of group RP's, but I've started enjoying 1x1's just before leaving for 3 years. I just love interactions between characters, as I feel they are a needed part in a successful RP. In fact, I'm a sucker for character development. Not only do I enjoy seeing the story progress, but I also love seeing the characters in that story evolving from the adventures they are experiencing.

As for my RP'ing style, you can trace it back from posts I made a few years back. I do enjoy writing lengthy and detailed pragraphs (just look at that gods be damned biography about myself that will mostly be overlooked). That's the only way to get all these ideas from that overloaded brains of mine! So I'm very sorry in advance to those who don't like reading wall of texts. For those who actually like it, then you're very much welcome!

Actually, it's just the way I was taught to write in school. A story and its characters are much more fun to read if you know the characters, their background or even their more in-depths detail. Assuming one does not overuse details of course, a mistake I was often told in the past.

Well, that's it for me. Sorry for the long introduction to my self. Hope you had a blast knowing a bit more about me. And I do hope we will be having nice RP's to be written.

So in short, it's nice to be back!

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𝕆𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / ~𝟘𝟝𝟚𝟘


It hurts.

Her world was pain.

With every movement, it felt as if lightning bolts crossed her vision. Each movement of her legs, her arms and her neck caused horrible suffering and an ever-increasing obscure blanketing her sight. A change of direction, her arms swung abruptly to one side, another jolt of pain flaring from her elbows making its way to her throat in a muted groan, which caused even more pain to her freshy torn and stitched throat. More than once, Angel wanted to bring a hand to her neck and rub and scratch at the aching there, but she couldn’t.

At that moment, there wasn’t any second this pitiful ragdoll swung over the giant shadow creature wouldn’t feel pain. Her glassy eyes stared blankly at her unmoving arms. No matter how much she tried, she could not move a single finger. It pained her doing so as well. Angel had given up on trying to move her limbs, as it only provoked more suffering and threatened her already-fading consciousness to black out entirely.

How did things come to be this way? What did they even want from her? Why did they do all this to her? Why her? Those were questions among many that Angélique kept asking herself internally. Questions to take her mind away from the pain, as little good as it did to her. But the agonizing young woman was left unsatisfied with her shortcomings, and damning her lack of means to communicate.

Oh, the Irony. Angel had cursed herself so much for having this deadly voice of hers. A voice that was meant to kill or bring pain. So much at times she wished she would be mute and stop hurting others. A very contrast view of her situation compared to before when she was grateful to have such a voice that captivated the hearts of thousands.

But right now, just how much she longed she still had a voice. Even if it had been for a few missed, the raven-haired Aberration already missed that voice. To call out the terrible power she had begun to loathe. To protect herself. To call out for the others to help her.

As much as she had tried, she could feel that familiar warmth of her magic working her throat, but it soon grew to be cold as nothing came out. Not only her screams, but deep inside she could feel that even her voice projections couldn’t reach for the others, or the surrounding area. She was effectively speechless, a powerless Mage. Just how fucking good her power as an Aberration was without a voice?

As much as she missed her voice, Angélique also began cursing her powers. So weak and so pathetic, again. Was it her fate as a Mage to be held helpless and useless? What if she had Callan or Sander’s strength? What if she was as powerful as Hazel or Zoe? Would she be like this right now?

Up until now, Angel was squirming, either in pain or in attempts to get off from the giant’s shoulders. But with increasing fatigue and weakness, her adrenaline had somewhat settled down after she realized she could do nothing. As minutes went by, the aching and the haze of her hangover were slowly replaced by more pain and a dreadful damp cold washing over her body.

So cold. She could feel it now. The cold October rain falling mercilessly onto her mangled body. Her clothes were drenched, her skin was dripping wet with cold droplets. It felt like ice. Her still body began quivering slightly in response to that heat loss. Was it because she had lost a lot of blood? Or was it because she was dying? So many questions to distract her mind from all this pain.

It hurts.

So much suffering.

How she wished she could just fade out already.


𝕆𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / ~𝟘𝟝𝟘𝟘

After what felt like a while, Angélique slowly returned to consciousness. A pained groan escaping her lips signaled she was just about waking up, her mind struggling to shake off the fog veiling her senses. Her brain had most difficulty registering everything happening around her. Her vision was blurry, but she could feel the slight rocking of her body in motion.

What happened tonight? She could barely remember having spent the night drinking bottles after bottles of wine while staring at the ocean from the clifftops, before she blacked out. This sure was the worst hangover she ever felt in her life. Her whole body felt numb and sore. Her head felt as if it was in the clouds, a strange dizziness overtaking her. A throbbing ache in her head. A sensation that was even worse than that time she had inhaled the fumes of her bandmates’ smoking weed.

She didn’t know what was happening beyond being moved. And there was something that felt wrong. A dull aching in her lower body. She felt numb all over her body, but there was something missing, a sensation that should’ve been there.

Eventually, after a few minutes of her mind trying to puzzle itself back together, the raven-haired Aberration’s sight slowly began to clear and distinguish the shapes around her. It was still night, or at least early morning, for the darkness of the night hasn’t lifted yet, but the faint glimmer of sunlight over the oceanic horizons and the faint glow of red creeping up in the sky heralded the coming of a new day.

There were a few figures standing all around her, and she could now distinguish the rocking of her body up and down and wildly swinging around as she was being carried carelessly by a huge black creature. Was that Emma’s Determination? Had she found Angel and decided to bring her back to the estate? But then, why not use the car?

The more Angélique started questioning herself, the more her brain began to register every little detail. And with that, the strange and wrong sensations washing over her body. The feeling of trying to move her legs for balance to counter the momentum of swinging so wildly, to little avail because despite willing to move her lower limbs, nothing happened.

Because they weren’t there anymore.

W-what?

The first thing that her eyes saw very clearly was the missing part of her legs, down from her knees. Where her legs had been, there were stumps of flesh protruding from her torn black jeans.

How? When? Why?

Even as she willed her legs to move. As much as she desperately wished it wasn’t true, nothing happened. She could feel herself moving her limbs, but her lower body didn’t obey that command, or rather the physical sensation of her moving feet wasn’t there.

A creeping dread began to settle in on Angélique’s now-clearer mind. Her head moved around, catching sight of what was happening. She was being carried away indeed.

But that wasn’t Determination at all.

And those weren’t her classmates. Nameless faces. Strangers.

Then a flash of insight. She had slept earlier, in all of her drunken stupor. She had woken up to a sharp pain in her knees, then the cold sensation grabbing her neck just before blacking out.

“W-what’s happening?...” Angélique called out faintly, her magical voice reaching out to all of those strangers.

You are being held powerless… again...

“W-who are you?...” Her voice grew louder, more alarmed.

People wishing you harm, just like the whole world out there.

“M-my legs… how!?” the words were almost shouted directly in their ears.

You are going to be butchered up then killed!

The panic mixed with the Stigma pounding at her mind in light of this development gripped the Voice Mage’s heart. Instinctively, she trashed around to free herself from the creature holding her, trying in vain to kick the thing.

And she screamed at the top of her lungs a powerful "WHY", toned with a mixture of grief and anger. A desperate shriek that few had compared before to a banshee’s wail, but nowadays was referred to as the worst siren screech one would have the displeasure of hearing. The wrathful brain-pounding yell resonated all around her, with the force of a slight shove hitting those standing next to the screaming Aberration.

Angélique had no intention to stop, her mind stricken with the thoughts that she has just lost an important part of herself. The voices in her head reminding her that she was now powerless without legs and taunting her wih ill omens.

The heavy pulse of mental deadlock and force from the Aberration's screech knocked over several of the Amigos around her, including the group's apparent leader, who clutched his head with a sharp cry. Thi, however, remained mostly unfazed, staggering only slightly from the effects of the magic as her veins raced purple and black, her body modifications withstanding the force of the scream. Where her human muscles could not bear the brunt of the force, the mechanized joints and reinforced bones moved steadily forward according to signals from her brain, ignoring the tearing pain of flesh still pummeled by a the sonic force.

A metallic claw pushed out from the nail bed of her left index finger, tearing off the normal nail in the process. With a quick slice, she opened the girl's throat, ending the vocal menace as suddenly as it had begun. Inhuman dexterous fingers curved into more joints than possible, skin tearing to make way for the needle-thin spikes that pushed out from beneath muscle and bone.

Surgery was a quick process, the purple and black lines winding supernatural effects to every incision and stitch until the woman had cleanly removed the true vocal words, leaving behind bloody, but effective stitches across the horizontal of Angel's throat. She examined the carefully separated folds of flesh in her hands, then knelt down to her carrying case, tucking the bloody flesh into a small, zip-sealed plastic bag produced from the pocket of her coat before shoving everything into the briefcase.

Completely powerless. As a Regular, Angélique had felt it once in her life, which had prompted her into training physically to properly defend herself. Now, as a Subnatural, that dreadful feeling had crept in once again as her screamed stopped, replaced by a choked gurgle under the homicidal surgeon’s proceedings.

The Voice Mage’s eyes grew wide with horror as the flesh from her throat was torn open. The pain, it was unbearable. Despite the numbness that had overtaken her body and the mild hangover, the piercing of these claws tearing and cutting at her flesh and nerves went way beyond this veil of insensitivity. There probably never was a time Angel could remember having felt so much pain. It was alarming. It hurted so much. So much that her eyes began watering, piling up onto the pain of having lost her legs.

The young woman's screaming tantrum was replaced by a choked wheeze. As much as she pushed air out from her lungs in an attempt to shout, without vocal chords now there was no modulation for that outtake of air. Only a muted sigh. Now this was what true despair felt like. No voice to call out for help. No legs to run for her life or at least stand her ground. No magic to protect herself or the others. She was just lying there, a bloodied mess surrounded by people just as murderous as real monsters. And it terrified the young black-haired woman. Terribly so.

Was it a spiteful look of hatred that was reflected in her teary eyes, or wrathful pain? For as physically numb as she was, Angélique could feel the searing pain throughout her body, mainly at her throat and the stumps she had for legs. Her lips desperately formed words of sheer hatred, but it all came out simply as an unspoken breath out. One hand had reached out for her throat, clawing at the stitches holding her throat together as if she could alleviate the pain like scratching an itching rash.

Powerless. Useless. Helpless.

Despite all of the odds, the dread and her inabilities, the Aberration singer did not give up her assault. Whether it was because of sheer determination, fearful desperation or simply because she was driven mad by unprecedented anger, Angélique arms flailed around. Her arms were the only things functional at this point, and she’ll be damned if she wouldn’t use them to at least catch someone's face in her mindless numb frenzy. It hurt so much. She'll make them pay.

Recovered from the aftereffects of the scream, the dark-skinned man floated his orb above a palm again, waiting for it to beat like a heart before a surge of unseen power gripped at Angel's arms, twisting them round until the elbows snapped first. There had been no orders against maiming her, after all, and for failing to capture the main target, he was determined at least to procure this one. If they could please this particular client, even the Father would not mind the primary objective's failure.

Terrible pain jolted once more through her numb body as soon as Angel could feel the elbows snap from a an unseen force. Mouth agape, she let out another muted scream escape her throat while her arms stopped and fell motionlessly, dangling useless by her sides.

She really was done for, that much Angel realized. No legs, arms useless, no voice, no power. She had nowhere to go. She was at their mercy. The pain. So much pain. She felt like she was just about to blackout from the sheer intensity of it. Somehow, she didn’t.

Her body began quivering violently. Fear was paralyzing her. She couldn’t do anything anymore. All she could wish was for them to stop maiming her and kill her already. The raven-haired Mage hoped her friends would come and save her from this torment. But she couldn’t have them suffer the same as she was now.

Resigned, Angélique remained motionless, still trembling and tears running down her cheeks as she silently wheezed in pain and sobs.

"What if they're at the house--hey, Nate!" the tattooed girl snarled, speech jagged like she knew no other way to speak. Her dark curls were stiff and oily from days without bathing and too many attempts to hairspray it back into place, but right now the wild look in her eyes didn't show an inkling of the person beneath--just something rabid.

"Nate," the dark-skinned telekinetic who had broken Angel's arms looked his ally over, distaste sour on his tongue and face as he wrinkled his nose in response. "Do what you want, Isabelle. Just get out of my sight."

"Hah!" And with a rapturous cry she was off, racing towards the direction of the mansion while the rest of the group continued southward, towards the town's edge.

"I'm going!" a shorter boy followed in her clamor, but it only took him a single step to catch up to her, like distance didn't exist for him. He caught her by the elbow, blue-streaked hair unbefitting for the serious look on his face, but it was Isabelle who had dyed it for him. If there was cameraderie to be found in small things, he supposed that was it. Another step jumped them away, the distance increasing between the two and the group left behind.

The molten-eyed blond looked on, exasperation in his expression. After exchanging a brief, apologetic look with Nate he left too, calling after the wild-haired pair to wait up.

Their leader watched in silence, brows furrowed like he had something to say, but ultimately withheld comment. Once the three had disappeared from view, he turned away, nodding towards the shadow creature to continue following them to the town pier.


𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴: 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮















Nah, Drag left the RP and as such closed the server.

Which, given the circumstances, I will take this opportunity to officially withdraw my character. Assume that at some point just before everyone departed for their mission that the Reaper just left and returned to his old duties after being disappointed by the gathered crew and Lancelot himself.
If a therapy is only what is needed after hanging around 13 fair maidens and satisfy their needs, I'd be all up for it haaaaaaaaaahaha!

Seriously, Bart needs to relax his uptightness. Should pay a visit to their chambers.


𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼











𝕊𝕦𝕟: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟚𝟘, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / ℤ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 / / ~𝟚𝟚𝟘𝟘


Finally… darkness…

Shortly after the ‘USARILN Special Evacuation Unit’ was brought away inside the trucks, Angélique faded into unconsciousness, her body and mind no longer able to repel the insidious call to sleep. Now that she was no longer needed, or rather felt the need to make herself useful and redeem herself from her mistakes, she submitted herself to this loss. Her body and soul would be able to recover now that stopped overexerting herself.

Despite being administered Christmas’ blood and healed from her blood loss, it still didn’t cure the raven-haired Aberration from the magical exhaustion she had been pushing herself throughout the afternoon. She simply laid there, unresponsive, although jerking around and muttering apologetic words in her sleep a few times, as she was gripped by the usual nightmares that haunted her slumber. For the entire trip, she was oblivious to the road that led them to the Zhang’s personal estate.

When she woke up, Angélique was in an infirmary of sorts. God, this scenery became the more frequent, and this downright displeased the fallen idol. When she tried to grogilly stand up, a nurse nearby attended to her waking. What first struck Angel was the tone of the maid’s voice. It wasn’t dripping with hate, like what she had been used to in her previous hospital visits. Then, what surprised her the most was the mark on the young woman’s face, barely as old as Angel was.

An Arbiter?

The maid was courteous enough to lead the Aberration back to her assigned room after making sure she was good enough to stand on her own. Again, the young raven-haired woman was stricken by surprise to see her name so neatly engraved into a plaque, indicating what would be her room. Who had put effort into doing so much for Unit B? When she entered the room, it’s a if she had entered a traditional version of her room. As a matter of fact, the architecture looked a lot like the ones she used to see in the more sophisticated parts of a rural district.

As a matter of fact, it looks a lot like Grandma’s home

Angel took some time to familiarize with her surroundings. The maid instructed her the same directives that were given to the others earlier today, before leaving the Aberration to her things.

It was surprising to see almost all of her stuff in this room. Clothes from Washington and the Institute, it’s as if it was already predetermined they were going to live here. Curiosity had stricken Angel, and she had the whole night to figure it out.

She spent the whole night browsing on her phone. She looked at maps, locating where exactly they were. She took in what was going on in Washington, which eventually led her to link and notifications from her phone about the recent updates about USARILN’s new prodigies. And she was at the middle of this storm, along the others. There was some strange sense of relief to no longer be referred to ‘Banshee’, but there was some sort of irritation to be called ‘Siren’, not for the mythic creature’s enticing songs, but for the loud blaring sound police sirens made. IT was sort of humiliating to be compared to such, really.

But what Angel found the most terrifying were the footages. It all displayed her classmates, herself included, in acts of selfless heroism. There wasn’t a single trace of the tragedy that costed more than a few dozens life, orchestrated by the evacuation unit. This whole thing looked like an advertisement campaign to benefit the new USARIL kids. Whoever leaked these videos clearly wanted to show the world that these new emerging Subnaturals were heroes.

And that’s what made Angélique falter. She had resolved herself so much to be seen as a new monster, the ‘Banshee’ that everyone would be so afraid of. A monster that would outright terrify anyone sane enough to steer clear of her and her teammates if situation where fear would be the most efficient tool to get people moving, like in Washington.

But everything was for naught with these footages. People all over the internet now at mitigated opinions about her. Of course, there were the usual comments that she was a Subnatural and thus unworthy of trust, but there also the mentions of her that had killed people in the past and now some people even saying that she was redeeming herself by saving who she could.

So in reality, her reputation only grew for the better thanks to all that was leaked. She wasn’t regarded as solely a murderer now, she was starting to be perceived as a redeeming criminal. What does it all meant? Did mean that she was given a second chance, as undeserving as she was? Was it a door that would allow her to clear some of that mud over her name?

Angel was at a loss of what to do. She wanted to be strong, to stand up for her friends, to take the blame and do things that they couldn’t do, couldn’t afford to soil their reputation with. She needed to become the monster so that her other teammates would shine brighter. But on the opposite spectrum, she was given a second chance to make things right, even after what she did. Should she grab onto that buoy and try to wrench herself out from the abyss that was trying to claim her.

Doubts plagued the fallen Banshee-turning Siren. Her mind kept asking these questions as she navigated through the web and found more footage of her team, more gossips, more rumors.

Spending the entire night awake getting herself familiarized with her new surroundings and getting herself acquainted with the news about everything that happened while she was unconscious, sleep eventually tried to claim her once more.

But the insistent ringing of notifications coupled with the buzzing vibrations of her phone against the night table kept her awake as a tired Angel went to look at who could’ve texted her at five in the morning.
Exhausting Evacuation Effort


Lily

Kusari | Marcus | Emma

Angélique | Grant | Sophia


𝕊𝕦𝕟: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟚𝟘, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟, 𝔻.ℂ. / / ~𝟙𝟛𝟘𝟘

Collab with @Kyrisse @Piercing Light @Chasers115 @Diggerton @Riffus Maximus @Deathmyster @VampireOracle


There was a beam of light that darted through some of the side rooms, shining through the dust and glittering off each individual piece as it floated in the air. The offender was none other than Marcus, who was currently looking for some secondary way out of the ruins. The sound of rumbling accompanied the shuffling of his footsteps as he gingerly wandered the length of the hallway he'd found himself in, unwilling to investigate any further lest he trigger another collapse - one that wouldn't be so kind to him.

"...Marcus...where are you guys? Are you alright?

He jumped at the sound of someone right beside him, nearly dropping his phone in his shock. The owner of the voice didn't even occur to him until he'd made a panicked scan of the hallway, eyes darting to and fro suspiciously.

"...Angel?" He said meekly, still looking around. There was no possible way she'd followed him down, was there? Last time he'd seen her, she'd barely been able to walk by herself.

He found Angel's name on his communicator, raising it to his mouth. There was no reason to panic everybody in their class by using the cuffs. Or, more importantly, let everybody know how bad his decision making was. "Hey Angel; Marcus here. I'm fine...tentatively. It's entirely possible I'm currently inside that mound of rubble we're currently parked on." he said, almost sheepishly.

On the other side of the ruined condo, Angélique was starting to struggle on her own with the effects of the growing exhaustion she was feeling from her previous injuries and her overuse of her voice-projecting ability. While everyone was divided about helping in this scenario, the raven-haired Aberration had started to work as a teammate into this evacuation effort, even though her motives were different from the others. Still, she wanted to help, for her classmates' sake, just as intensely as she could.

The sky beginning to clear only added another layer to the young woman's hardships. Still with no sunglasses to shield her sensitive eyes to the bright rays of the sun, her vision began to blur as a sign of an overload. Soon enough, she started closing her eyes and putting her hands in front to shield them from the brightness, as her heard started to ache.

Getting an answer from Marcus over her cuff, she was shocked to know that he was inside the collapsing condo. Why was he in there? Was he also looking for survivors? But his powers were of no immediate use to rescue them. What was he thinking? Growing irritated, Angélique reached out to him once more with her powers.

"What are you doing? The whole place is just about to collapse. Get out of there before everything comes down on your head." Angel's tired voice returned to Marcus' side, her irritation hinting at her growing exhaustion.

"Well...you're certainly spot on in your assement." Marcus said, his tone making it very hard to tell he was currently moments away from being crushed to death. "It's already collapsed a little bit...which may have trapped me down here. A little."

"WHAT!?" Angel's voice raised considerably, taken by surprise from the considerable dire news that Marcus seemed to be taking so lightly. A moment of silence to recollect her focus. "Alright alright, calm down. Siena is already using her powers to save trapped people, so she can surely get you out no problem if she can know your location."

An inaudible sigh came from Angel's own mouth this time, both clearly anxious and annoyed by what Marcus just told her. "Why the hell didn't you say so in the first place? Just... don't move, alright? I mean, unless you got a rock going to fall on your face. I'm going to get someone get you out of there."

"Alright, I'll just...hang out here then." Marcus said, looking around the ruined hallway. Wasn't exactly like he had any other plans.

Knowing Marcus was now in danger from getting crushed by the unstable mound of ruins, Angélique lost no time in reaching out her Arbiter friend. Siena had just came out of nowhere from the rubbles, bringing children back with her. The message broadcasted from the cuffs earlier did not go unheard. She could sympathize with the possibly dead child, but for now they had to focus on getting one of their own from meeting the same fate. She reached out for the brunette girl with her magical voice, a faint but audible whisper coming to Siena's ears.

"Siena, it's Angélique. Marcus is trapped somewhere in the ruins. Could you get to him before anything bad happens to him?"













Eventually, things would seem to have settled down for the evacuation effort, or at least the whole ordeal seemed to have winded down to something more tolerable. Siena returned to the semi after managing to calm down, despite still being troubled by the whole situation. Marcus was quick to join her as he returned to his driver's seat, waiting for the others to be done with their tasks to drive them back to the evacuation point. Kusari brought Lilianna back to the truck's cargo hold and stood there in watch to prevent Regulars from entering the truck and grab at the Healer again, while Emma followed and stood there in case Lily needed to transfer injuries to Determination.

Meanwhile, the tired excavating trio of Angélique, Sophia and Grant kept going on their side of the devastated site. For as long as they could, the small team continued working the system they have made: Sophia would spot the survivors, Angel would guide Grant to the location of the trapped people, then Grant would use his chains to dig out the survivors,

It was evident, after a while, that exhaustion hung heavily in the air, both for the Regulars who kept on fighting against this monster that was the ruined condo to dig out their beloved ones and the Subnaturals who went through a stressful ordeal and used their power probably as much as never before.

After a while, the loud rumbling of a USARILN-marked vehicle heralded the arrival of a large squad. Rifles were pointed and orders were barked at the desperate civilians who were still swarming around the semi, asking incessantly about their healing needs now that they need there was a healer being held away from them. Again, the fear of actual firearms pointed in their face seemed to be far more effective than a handful of teenagers with white marks and X’s as the Regulars backed away from the truck, quickly following the soldiers’ directives.

The Subnaturals who were visibly able to walk were quickly brought back to the military vehicles at gunpoint, letting none of the kids have any leeway after hearing what had happened not too far away from this position. For those unable to walk, stretchers were prepared ahead of time as two guards were swiftly dispatched for each incapacitated guard and Subnatural, bringing them along their peers to the trucks.

Once everyone was inside the USARILN convoy, it quickly left the scene and headed to the evacuation point, much to the laments of the Regulars who were left to themselves with a promise of the military’s immediate action to their pleas.

Overhead, floating debris carrying Kadabra and the rest of the students that remained behind to fight were just about to reach the evacuation point. Everyone will soon be reunited after this disastrous attack.
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