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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

The girl watched the fighting, trying to stay close to the cart and out of the way. Nymira had gotten hurt by the flaming saliva from one of the lizard-hound, and she was having trouble. Amuné could do nothing but watch. The things moved fast and dodged well, avoiding thrown knives and arrows, so her sling stones wouldn't do much good. And she didn't want to hit one of her friends by mistake, either.

A flare of luminous magic caught her attention. Zander seemed to be the source, but it wasn't the demacite-powered spells he'd used before, this was the real thing. What in Edos' name was going on?! Was he a Magi after all? Well she still didn't like him, he was mean!

A prickling sensation on the back of her neck, caused by a bit of her magic, prompted the girl to spin around. She was just in time to spot a slightly smaller assailant leaping the cart to come at her. Wyth shoved her aside, snarling a challenge, even as Ethan sent the hound flying with a gust of wind. The cat had been sticking close to his girl for just this reason. With the others occupied, there was no one to keep an eye on her save for him, and there were too many of the dogs to stray far from her side. But with the man there, Wyth didn't wait for encouragement. He leapt after the downed beast, claws out and teeth bared, aiming for the intersection of head and neck with strong jaws while his paws tried to rend flesh.

Behind Ethan, Amuné scrambled to her feet. She was shaking from her close call, and he looked so worn out. She wished more than anything that she could help somehow, but she wasn't any sort of fighter. Even Geoffrey was more of a fighter than she was, apparently quite skilled with his bow. Her power hadn't warned the group of danger this time, and even if she used it to predict attacks, she couldn't get everyone else to move out of the way right. She was useless. Useless! She couldn't do anything but cower when they'd gone after her and her father, and she couldn't do anything now. She wanted to be strong like Nymira, brave like Cecil, never giving up like Ethan, but all she could do was make them worry about keeping her safe. She wasn't strong or brave or clever. She wasn't even a healer like her mother. She could only hope that they'd win, and pray that they did. Moral support counted for something, right? -- even if not very much.

The girl stepped close to Ethan, putting a hand on his arm and trying to let him know she appreciated what he was doing, even though it was draining him. He and everyone else had fought so hard the day before, and now this. She prayed to Saint Edos and the other saints that they'd protect her friends and give them the strength they needed to fight off the hounds.

At her touch, the wind mage would slowly start to feel better. It wasn't quite the same as being rested, because he was still definitely weary, but more like he'd found a second wind. At the same time, a faint pressure started to build up at his temples, and behind his brow. It didn't seem like a normal headache, but at least he had more energy to fuel his magic -- enough to be able to send a wind gust slamming into the mutt that tried to jump him. Moments later, though, Amuné tensed beside him, her hand gripping tighter, and images exploded in his head.

The vision hit her hard, taking her breath away at first. It was a bunch of disjointed images, with the party and the magma-drooling hounds fighting and dying. A lot of them had Zander dying, his face and chest shredded by sharp claws or burned by fiery saliva, or his throat ripped out by sharp teeth. She might not like him, but he didn't deserve to die. There was something off about the hounds, something more menacing, but she couldn't figure out what it was. They acted like normal monsters, for the most part, but there was something about them that bothered her. The big one in particular seemed very clever, but her Wyth was clever too so that wasn't it.

The vision left Amuné weakened and she stumbled a step or two, before realizing the man beside her was on the ground. "Ethan? Ethan!" Had one of the dogs gotten him? He didn't look hurt, but something must have happened. Anything she might do about her vision was discarded as she went instead to shake him. "Ethan, what happened, are you okay? You need to get up!"

Guardians: Next Wave [A Science Fiction Superhero Roleplay!] [ACCEPTING!]

@Zoldyck Yeaaaaah appearance would be a good thing to have. I agree wholeheartedly.

Guardians: Next Wave [A Science Fiction Superhero Roleplay!] [ACCEPTING!]

@Chaotic Chao

OH hello there. I remember you. Sure, let me express interest. I have a couple ideas tumbling around in my head right now. ^.^

Crescent Dagger Camp

@Sapphire Nikki will say yes. =P This should be fun.

Elemental Legacy Reboot(Closed)

Mira and Trill followed after the lady, once the older teacher was again on his feet. The minstrel was taking it all in with an air that, while mostly attentive, seemed a bit distracted and flitted quickly from one thing to the next. The human beside him seemed uncertain but steadier, filing each bit of information away for later use. Her face tightened at the idea that they were somehow better than the other students. Even if it was true, there was no reason to make a big deal out of it. Privately she wondered how they’d manage to learn whatever techniques they needed to keep from cancelling out opposing elements without any instruction. Surely there were people that understood the concept and could help them? But she didn’t comment until the issue of where to put Trill arose. “I would very much prefer he be allowed to stay nearby, though if Scarlett and I share a room it might be...awkward for all concerned.” She blushed faintly, and the minstrel looked amused. “I don’t mind being put wherever,” he said. “It’s not as if I plan on spending a great deal of time in my room.
“You should be nearby, Trill. Please?”
“She said study,” he pointed out. “I can still see you, you’ll just have to leave your little private club, is all. Or I’ll sneak in the window, perhaps, he thought to himself, already trying to asses the route they’d taken to get to the towers, and wondering if there were others.
“He’s right, put him somewhere else,” Mira agreed quickly. “Goodness knows I don’t think you’ll ever get him in class.” Her tone fell somewhere between scolding and amused, and she got an unrepentant grin in reply. “It’s part of the whole dashing vagabond charm,” the elf replied, wiggling the fingers of one hand.

Then Idris was off, apparently summoned by an eagle that landed on her shoulder. Mira glanced over from watching the woman leave when the snake-man started shouting. She wasn't sure where he'd come from, but sharing a room in a dormitory was pretty standard back in the City of Light. That's why she'd found a small apartment for herself. Yes, it would be nice if they had options, but there were more important things to worry about.

With that thought, she turned to look at her own roommate. The demon was small compared to what she’d heard about demons, and even what she’d seen on the way to the school’s entrance portal. And she appeared to be the youngest one there, though with demons being one of the longer-lived races she supposed that appearances might be deceptive. Still, they did tend to appear adult, and Scarlett still looked like a teenager. The girl had flawlessly pale skin, the kind most of the City of Light beauties would kill to have, and she felt a stab of jealously, followed closely by insecurity. She was very conscious of the handful of freckles that dotted the curve of her cheekbones, and the scar that sliced down her face. Resolutely she pushed those feelings aside, and extended her hand with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Scarlett. I’m Miraem Kastern.”

Wings Askew

Ah Nikki. <3

Wings Askew

Nikki gaped at the winged creature sitting on her chest, her bright eyes meeting its colorful ones. “Whoa~” She hardly noticed Blin squeezing her hand, sparing just enough attention to squeeze back and say something about paying better attention. She was busy looking at her new friend. It still had a bit of the light from before, but now a lithe body covered in warm, fuzzy hide perched on her, its weight pressing four clawed feet into the fabric of her shirt, each structured like a bird’s. Long, swept-back horns sprouted from the back of its wedge-shaped head, and its face ended in a slightly hooked beak. The thing puffed itself up proudly, giving voice to a rough bugle as it fanned feathery wings, the spiky ridges running down its spine from the nape of its neck to the tip of its tail raising, along with various fanned frills on its head. The beast was primarily green and golden and amber, with accents of black, blue, and red nestled in its feathers and ruffled fins. “Ooh, you’re a cutie~” the woman cooed, going to rub the ridges that shadowed its eyes. It responded happily to her touch, but tensed and turned away as a bony bird-thing entered the clearing.

The woman didn’t wait. Her little friend was from the surface, and its reaction told her the new arrival was bad news. She surged to her feet as the creature on her chest scurried aside, then leaped with a flap of wings to catch the fabric of her shorts and climb to her shoulder. It was a good thing she’d gotten up, too, for suddenly that boulder was flying at her again, and both she and her new friend had to lunge away, Nikki going to the side and the feathered lizard launching skyward to avoid getting hit. The girl from the ruins got Blin out of the way this time, challenging their attacker with a fierce roar, and Blank went to taunt the white bird-beast, hurling a rock at it, then try to lure it off.

Nikki herself wasn’t really a fighter, but she couldn’t let Blank run off alone. They were better off working together to get this thing to leave them alone, weren’t they? She dashed after him, tossing a few choice insults at the white avian over her shoulder. “So...what’s the plan?” she asked him when she caught up, her eyes shining with wild excitement.

Crescent Dagger Camp

Name: Anna-Gilyan “Angie” Hightower
Age: 14
Appearance: Angie is on the pale side with freckles sprinkled across her face and upper arms. Her eyes are a rather grayish green, and her curly red hair is nearly always tied back in a high ponytail. She’s quite short and looks younger than she really is, something that’s sure to get her angry if you bring it up. But despite that she’s built solidly, and has a good amount of strength. She wears trousers and tunics, disdaining dresses in favor of more boyish clothing. She’s not hit puberty yet, and is still completely flat-chested -- another area where commentary is unwelcome.

Personality: Angie is confident and capable, learning how to look after herself as she grew up in an orphanage. She preferred the rowdy company of the boys to the quieter friendship of the girls, and she herself is plenty rough-and-tumble. She can be fierce when provoked, but is just as happy to leave things that don’t concern her be, unless it involves one of the other children. Give them a hard time -- particularly any sort of physical altercation -- and she will step in, and usually she’ll win. She’s not afraid to fight dirty, and she’s very resourceful. She has a quick temper and a sharp tongue, though the majority of her snark is reserved for those she really hates and those she likes. Angie expresses affection best through good-natured verbal abuse. If she likes you, she will give you a hard time. Most taunts flung at her roll off her solid self-esteem, though there are a few things, like her apparent youth and lack of development, that are hair-trigger issues. She’s pragmatic, dependable, and very trustworthy, and Olyvar has come to count on her to get things done. She’s happy serving as his lieutenant and a second to Toby, preferring to make sure things get done instead of worrying about who gets to be in charge. She would rather keep order than be the leader, and even if offered the position she’d likely turn it down.

Weapon: bow and sling, mostly, though she knows how to use a knife. Also her fists, nails, and teeth. She knows how to set traps, too.
Other: One of the Tomcat’s trusted lieutenants, second only to Toby. She’s sometimes called Tiger or Tigress, and she doesn’t mind the nickname, though she doesn’t make any effort to encourage it either.
She talks with a quick and chirpy guttersnipe accent, dropping letters like autumn trees drop leaves.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@AlexStarsion Oh, hey, it's a fine thing to say. And it'd be interesting -- and not out of character if he hadn't noticed she's avoiding the Machina. Just wanted to make sure I was reading it right. >.<;;

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@AlexStarsion is he telling Cecil to keep an eye on Amune?