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@ZapdosLol sounds good to me, I think I can handle that.
@ZapdosProbably not the best idea to take on another RP at the start of summer, but the premise is too tempting. Any idea how fast the pace of the RP might be? Faster or slower than one post per week?
"You got this," he said in encouragement as he stood, arms folded, leaned against a lone fencepost.

I do not aim with my hand, I aim with my eye.
I do not kill with my gun, I kill with my heart.


As Isaac watched Zara, his bottom lip in his mouth as if to get the last taste of their kiss, he couldn't help but be taken back to his early lessons with The Courier, Cairo Storm. The veteran roamer of the wastes - bane of the bullies, hero of the weak - hadn't wanted to take on an apprentice. He refused when young Isaac first asked. The kid wore him down. Half a hundred requests, fourty-nine rejections. After following him two miles north of the New York area and almost getting killed in one helluva showdown, Isaac's tears, passion and perseverance finally got him the answer he was looking for.

And now he was teaching someone else. How to aim. How to kill.

"Nice!" the man cheered, walking over and giving Zara a high-five. He wanted to kiss her again - grab that tiny waist and pull her in tight. Best to keep it casual. Isaac was usually a good judge of character when it came to the fairer sex. He'd seen enough, to be sure. Zara though - she was different. Hard to figure out. On the one hand, she was fierce like fire; would probably like a guy who could match that energy - take the initiative. One the other hand, she was just getting out of traumatic situation. Who knew what could trigger her - set her off. And as stated; she was fierce like fire - he'd probably lose an eye or something. "Let's go again."

He watched her practice for a little while, pointing out any flaws and making sure she didn't grow any bad habits in her technique. Where he could, he'd praise her like royalty. Just like his teacher.

"Alright enough," he finally said. "Let's go eat. Them mole rat steaks sound even better, right about now."

And with that, they headed inside, Isaac giving her a pat on the lower back. "You'll be a shooter in no time, emerald eyes."


Zell was ready to charge through the hospital until the staff made it clear that random yelling of 'lightning bolt!' - and other signals of attack - were pretty part'n'parcel when it came to healing adventurers. In the end, he simply grinned. "She's back, ladies and gentlemen."

They didn't have to wait long for Lillianna to appear. Zell smiled and bowed his head slightly in leui of a greeting. After chuckling at Adam's awkward but endearing offer of water and a hug, James dispelled the cringe by making a joke and Zell laughed outright. Overall it was a lovely moment, and the twin-element wizard was also full of emotion.

"Glad to have you back with us, Lily pad." Zell leaned over and gave the tearful wizard a pat on the back with a little rub for good measure.

As James went on to catch her up on the current state of affairs, Zell folded his arms and listened, throwing in a, "Hear hear," of agreement when the Cleric spoke on the valiant deaths of Clive and Arthur. The conversation went on to the purple light that had briefly shone from their Source crystals - something Zell himself had noticed but not thought much about. Somehow this talk turned into an attack on him.

"You! Since when can you teleport Zell!? What the fuck man? I showed you mine so why didn't you show me yours?"

"Ha," Zell grinned at James for the sexual joke. He wasn't sure what exactly what the hell was being said here, but he knew a sex joke when he heard one. Good one, James. Zell stared at James for a second before his expression changed upon realising that; it seemed from the man's face that James wanted Zell to play along and discuss their new powers.

"Well? what can you say in your defense?"

"Well I just..." then it dawned on him. Teleport!? "What WHAT!?!?!?"

At that moment, MacKensie burst into the room and made straight for Lillianna, all the while Zell was digging into his memory banks for what James was talking about. And he knew just where to find it. That moment when it felt like he'd lose MacKensie to that fucking tin can. He was too far away. He couldn't have made it, he simply wasn't fast enough. But he did make it.

"Holy shit," he whispered quietly to himself, the realisation too powerful to keep the thought from spilling onto his lips. His eyes went left, then right, as he tried to make sense of it. MacKensie asked him if he was okay and he mutely nodded. Whatever happened next, Zell was completely preoccupied with his own thoughts, quite happy that he did indeed have a magic power of his own (and a fucking cool one too,) but completely mystified as to how the hell it worked.

Joji soon joined them, and with new information from MacKensie about where the Academy was, Fenna made a call to leave and go finally complete their mission and get rid of this cube that had been the cause of so much grief.

...

The group's path took them through a huge marketplace. All the while down the road, Zell had been trying to activate his Teleport.

Squinting.

Blinking.

Grunting.

Pointing.

"TELEPORT!" Shouting.

Nothing was working. "Come the fuck on," he whined as they passed a bunch of stalls and shops.

Merchants were shouting their wares, people were bidding and otherwise in hearty conversation, creating a boisterious atmosphere reminiscent of market-streets in London. It would've been a nice feeling of familiarity had Zell not been sulking about his so-called Teleportation power that he couldn't get to work. By the time they made it through the big market district, Zell had given up, and they were passing warehouses.

"Do me a favour," Zell asked Adam as he steered over to walk beside him. "Could you jump in that in that river over there and start drowning?" He held his hands up in defence to any reaction. "Don't worry, I'll save you... I think... I just need a little motivation." Then a hand went to his chin as looked up in thought. "Actually, I don't swim particularly well. Never mind." He shook his exasperatedly and changed his plan to simply asking the Druid for advice. "You've got powers, bro... how do you activate them? Is there anything you say or do, in particular, to make it happen?"

The Big Bridge MacKensie had described was in the distance. It looked like their directions were holding true.
Yeah @Saiyan, not all of us just have our character randomly headbutt people in the shoulder, NFL-tackle allies and hand out unrequested hugs!


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Poor Lily, crying out for a cuddle and Adam drops the ball. Well we're not called Second Chance for nothing! @Teyaostart a group hug! @Calle Jump in! I'll have Zell pull Adam in! @Zool@Eviledd1984Get Mac n Joji's asses in there!
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I may not be clever, but I can be wordy lol. I'd have hoped you'd figured that out after reading a few of my posts :P


I knew it was you lol I'll do it

My deductive skills are limited to spotting your jokes only. Anything more is beyond me
Second Chance


Zell was sat on the hospital bed, looking around at the peculiar equipment with a look of apprehension. They'd gone from the medieval-looking, ye-olde-english peasant town of Hommas to... well... a medieval-looking, modern-tech city. Some of the machines sure seemed like computers but they looked strangely archaic.

"Will you lie down, please?" the doctor said for the second time. Speaking of strange, this doctor-woman had curled horns and red skin! Not to mention a fucking tail waggling around behind her!

"Sorry," Zell relented, lying down carefully. "Kinda new to this whole thing."

"Oh really?" the doctor replied conversationally as she did her work. "How long have you bore The Gift?"

"Two days."

"Wow. And you're in here already. Perhaps consider taking things a little slower, hm."

Zell's one-sided grin made an appearance. "Well, you know what they say: Go hard or go home," he told her. "And the latter isn't an option, right now, so..."

She gave him the tonic and let him sit up to drink it. After getting the vial back, she said, "I guess I'll be seeing you again soon then, hm."

Zell laughed and tilted his head in agreement. She left him lying there for twenty minutes as the tonic worked it's magic. He could feel himself repairing, his pain disappearing and his energy returning. It was fucking weird.

...

Zell went back into the waiting room where he found the others, dropped into a chair and let out a breath, then put his feet up on the table. Another doctor informed them that Lillianna would be with them in a half-hour or so, so it was just a matter of waiting it out. Hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling, Zell thought about Clive and Arthur. It pained him to know that if they could only have made it to Valhiem, no matter how injured, the two men would have been magically patched up and fine. Now they were gone forever - resurrection being not just close to impossible, but also illegal, as it happens.

He thought about what Adam had said after the battle. That they should yell at him or kick him out? Something like that. Just like a teenager to make it all about them, he thought tiredly. But then, He's got a good heart. He took a heavy responsibility on, right outta the gate, and handled it about as good as anyone could ask for, if not better. Can't be too hard on the kid.

"We should wait for Lily to wake up and for the others to come before going to the Adventurers guild, they might be able to explain what the fuck is going on and it would be better if we all are there to hear it from the source."

"Gotcha, bossman," Zell answered, still lounging back and staring at the ceiling.

"Plus, whoever is after it was willing to send assassins to get the cube so it would be better to get it out of our hands as soon as possible."

The swordsman put his feet down, about to get up and suggest that he go out and find out the locations of the Guild and the Academy, but Fenna changed his mind when she nodded in agreement. "We were so unprepared for this..." she muttered. "We lost two..." She choked on her words and needed a moment before she could continue. "It's best that we wait for everyone to be here and we'll get rid of the damned cube together."

He changed tack, deciding it would be best to heed her words and just stay together - Figure it out as they went. Togetherness was important right now, mentally and physically.

"We were unprepared. We fell out of the sky into this fucking place and that Vadim dude put us up to a task that we weren't strong enough for - didn't know enough about. Fact of the matter is; we should all be dead." It didn't sound very heartening, but it was true. "Anyone else in our position would be. Dead as roses are red." He looked at each of them - Fenna, James and Adam. "But we're not. Because we stuck together and we fought our asses off against god-damn fucking titans. We made it through hell because we've got one hell of a navigator who managed to get us through a maze with his hands tied behind his back and a blindfold on." He slapped Adam's knee. "I'm proud of us. The odds were stacked way against us and we somehow beat them."

Breaking out into a fucking soliloquy was hardly appropriate, right now. Best to let everyone quietly mourn. This wasn't just some stupid football match. This was life. But Zell didn't know how to handle such serious matters. He'd never been through anything remotely close to this. And so he dealt with it in his own way, meaning well, but perhaps not being mature enough to read the room.

"Arthur and Clive died bravely, with dignity, and may have saved countless lives - if this cube is as important enough for this Bitch Queen to be running scared tryna get it back." He leaned back into his chair. "I'm half-tempted to go win this war just so the anchor-man and the farmer can laugh their asses off in the afterlife. And fuck if I don't cut that ninja's head off, mark my words."

And he finally shut up. He had more to say but managed to stop himself. His right knee was bouncing as he tapped his heel on the floor. He made a fist and bit his knuckle. He was fucking fired up now. Back to full health and ready for revenge. Macho dumbass.

Classic Marsel Brooks.
@xenonThe Lore Info page is coming along nicely. Good stuff, mate.

Joke vote No.3 lol I have a good feeling about who entered that one. Had it been more wordy or clever there'd be more suspects but the simplicity gives it away lmao I'm always down for Zell to make an ass of himself. I'm in!
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