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@RomanAria *glomps*

I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!

I mean, I'd love to be an evil minion volunteer! Yes. No nefarious plans here, not at all!

I do hope we'll have an objectively rated contest in addition to one with a popularity vote. That was one aspect of TTL I did rather like.

AND GO YOU! *pompoms*

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

Belasy adjusted her opinion of Kaneda upwards, favoring his choice with a faint smile that wasn't even turned in his direction. "Sure thing," Izkry answered aloud, grinning widely. "Well done on that record. Certainly none of us were going to get it."

The question was one Izkry had honestly expected to come much sooner. He glanced at Bel -- she'd taken the failure of that team hard, despite knowing it was the likely outcome. "Well...most of the Hydragruppen we met died in combat. Bel and I, we didn't see many of them up close. She is a good sniper, you see, so we work better at a distance. One looked to be breathing fire, and another didn't seem to get injured much, but other than that, I couldn't say." He spoke with the words spaced neatly into his breathing rhythm. It was early enough in the run that it wasn't an issue yet to talk.

Oscar mentioned the preparation, and as much as he disliked the guy Izkry had to nod. "That team had very little training. Some barely even knew how to shoot a gun. We had no teambuilding beforehand -- that one is important in particular. You--" he glared at Oscar "--do not use survival as an excuse for desertion. You abandoned your team. If you aren't going to fight you damn well desert /before/ the battle. Don't leave your team counting on you if you can't pull through!" The words came out far more sharply than he intended, but the young man didn't care. "We survived because we had each other, because we fought smart. And not even because we weren't in the thick of things. One of the others survived the fight but died to infection after. The ones that killed everyone weren't even supersoldiers. They were regular men who knew how to fight as a team. But a coward like you wouldn't understand that, would he?!"

Izkry stopped. He was getting worked up, and not breathing right -- dangerous in a long run. When he had his cool again he continued in a lower voice. "This team is better, but still we have issues. Most of the Hydragruppen, they must have been new, and the Westminster folk, we were lucky. There is a training program to take those with powers and train them as soldiers from childhood. I would not be surprised if most Nazi supers are combat experts. We will /need/ teamwork to survive. And we cannot trust Oscar not to betray us again. He should not be here."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"It's nice to meet you too, Adrian." The girl rubbed her face and tried not to yawn. "I know the basics, it's just...my magic doesn't work like mommy or daddy's does, and so they couldn't really teach me much. I wanna learn how, that's why I tried to do it on purpose when I thought...um, when I thought I saw how I could. And it worked, too!" For a moment she forgot being tired, just long enough for a bright smile. It vanished as she remembered how it had done more than she intended. "At least...it did a little...."

Of course the Dimuran was going to be ridiculous again. "It's not a waste of energy, seeing a healer!" Amuné frowned at Nymira, folding her arms. "Mommy says you can't assume there will be someone to help you so you gotta know how to do first aid on your own, but if there's a professional then it's better to let them do it. And going untreated can make things lots worse! She always has to chase down some people for their checkups, because if something's wrong and it doesn't get seen to it can get worse. Besides, a good healer knows when to let your body do the healing and when a bit of magic will help. See, Adrian said so too!" That last was very important. Her mother was always emphasizing how magic didn't fix everything, and that there were drawbacks to magic healing. Part of a healer's job was figuring out exactly how much magic to use for the best possible result between nature and magic. And the princess was just being stupid, not letting a trained healer look at her.

She might have said more, but Ethan came over and asked if she wanted to be carried. "...Are you /sure/ your arm's okay?" she asked, not wanting to have him hurt it if it wasn't. Still, it didn't take much in the way of reassuring before the girl agreed. She was worn out, and gladly accepted, looping her arms loosely around the man's neck and burying her face in his shoulder. "I wanna take a nap," she mumbled, the words muffled against his shirt. "Can I? You'll wake me for lunch, right?" By the time they made it back, the girl was sound asleep in his arms.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@Kessir Tarkin someone likes the Dark Tower. ^.^

Pariah Online: Prologue [ closed ]

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Elian Zefra
_{LOCALE // near dungeon entrance
TIME // early afternoon}

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It was quiet going in. Almost too quiet, but the wildlife was making the usual racket, and Elian didn't see anything that gave her a bad feeling, so she didn't worry about it much. She was hardly the best lookout in the group, after all. She stuck near the middle of the party out of habit, chatting quietly with some of the others for the trek. When Rael pointed out they were getting close, and still hadn't encountered any of the monster mob scouts had reported, the healer blinked and looked around for real. She roundly cursed Red when the mage decided to let the entire game world know they were there. "@#$%ing @#$%, cloudbrain, way to announce us. Should I have Tiferet over there strike up the band? Maybe a fanfare?" She knew Red was loud, but there was loud, and then there was /loud/. Graves had the sense to call for them to form up, and Elian fell back to the middle of the party.

And then Mirage made a /very/ explicit and rather amazingly snarky comment about the tall tank's private equipment. It was in good fun, just a bit more of the attitude he used. But he didn't take it well at all. Elian was surprised. Sure, he had little patience and a short temper. But she'd never seen him react quite like that before, and her laughter died before it could even start.

Not only that, but a punch like that? She could see it coming a mile away. There was no way it'd hit, and that was unlike Graves too.

Of course, stepping in and getting hit for a lady was totally like Landon. Elian rolled her eyes and let him break things up. His smirk was that of a cat with canary feathers sticking out of his mouth, and she whacked him upside the head, knowing full well he wouldn't feel it with that alchemical concoction in his system. He was such a ham.

The healer thought about laying into Graves for overreacting, but if something was up with him then she'd be better not compounding it. And Hawkwood was better about quelling discontent anyway. She had to snicker at his slang, and was more certain than ever they were in roughly the same generation. And now Mirage was apologizing? Elian sighed, thoroughly exasperated. She didn't know the woman well, but it was cringy how easily she bent, and there was none of the hidden steel that indicated this was a passive-aggressive taunt. She sounded like she was trying too hard to be mature, but also cowed.

"Maybe you overstepped, but Graves needs to know how to take a hit if he wants to dish 'em out," Elian told the archer, clapping her on the shoulder. "Let's just not do it again. I don't like infighting. Tends to get people dead." She added a gentle squeeze meant to be comforting, shooting the tank a brief glare. If Mirage wanted to talk, Elian would listen, but that would have to be later. And the other lady would have to be the one to do the approaching.

Graves, though. Graves she was going to confront, at least long enough to tell him she wasn't fooled. If he wanted to stay a distant jerk that was his choice, but he was a friend and verbal abuse or otherwise, she would be there for him. Given his general manner, she wanted to be sure he knew that. ...And she also intended to tell him off for making such a fuss.

Then it was back to business. "You're right, Rael. There's always been stuff outside the dungeons...but all I hear is the normal wildlife. And scouts said before they couldn't even get close. So what the hell gives, and what're we gonna do about it?" Elian frowned. "Still, that dungeon isn't just going to clear itself if we ask it nicely." She pulled out her fans and flipped them open, casting her standard pre-dungeon buff, then closed one long enough to set her earring to a party channel. "Everyone got their comm amulet set? So...how do we wanna do this? Teams? Big group? Loud, quiet...bait and trap? One dedicated healer, and two secondaries could cover two, maybe three teams in a pinch. I'm game for whatever the more tactically inclined come up with."

Of course having Red slink off was another bit of trouble. Right, last time I invite her along for a raid, Elian decided. The high damage wasn't worth the lack of sense. "Oi, numbskull, I don't heal Leeroys. You wanna go charging in before we're ready, you better be really good at staying alive on your own."

Cancellation - The Twelve Labours

@Terminal Shame. I dunno why you can't keep posting writing prompts and determining who "wins", even if prizes can't be awarded and the sidebar can't be changed, though. *shrugs* I liked being given ideas for things. Alyssana Grey is one of my favorite characters at the moment, and she owes her existence to you. So thank you. ^.^

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@ONL Ahaha, a mech warrior? Or just one that's a bit of a cyborg? I'm thinking like a bit of what they did to Bucky Barnes now. *giggles*

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@MegaOscarPwn You can see too much of her eyes. Not Bel.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@MegaOscarPwn

>teleportation

Um? When did Oscar start doing that?

Anyhow, he might get revived, but he still lacks a head. ^.^;;

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

Regeneration is a good one, as is someone that is generally hardier than the average fighter. Someone that can avoid bullets, be it by shielding or controlling metal or being super fast or phasing out. Mind control -- maybe an illusionist?

Zombie Oscar?

Belasy: *shoots him in the head* Right, well, he was a coward, and then he was an idiot, and now he's dead. Problem solved. T.T