Silvan Haven

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken-KRS Wandering Guardian

The duo headed back to the small transportation chamber as Nakreyya spoke. Fionn fiddled with the screen once they were inside, switching the view on the screen to another section of the ship before touching one of the glowing dots. Another flash of white filled the room before the doors opened and the young man led them out.

This section had the same utilitarian look as the area around the cargo bay. Silverwhite walls and a black floor that was simultaneously smooth enough to slid along and yet provided excellent traction when walked across. Doorway arches dotted the corridor before them. Writing was engraved atop each arch in the same flowing script as that on the console on the bridge.

Turning to the left Fionn answered her question as he started walking. "There are a few but none in the same way you are used to. We primarily use less mmm, physical, ways of manipulating the world around us. I don't suppose you had a chance to learn about the electromagnetic spectrum or advanced thaumaturgic principles?"

Best to find out what she did and didn't know now. While they had this moment of relative peace.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

@Holy Soldier

The 911 call was in fact made, yes. But the information given in that call is pretty far from the truth.

Little to no police. A few might show up but if it was a real gang shootout it's not likely they would be able to do anything until the bullets stoped flying.

As for why you don't want to let said shootout run its course. It's an apartment building. People live there. Bare minimum some of them will have their families in the building. To say nothing of rounds leaving the building and possibly hitting people outside.

The Saints may not be able to avoid killing the same way as the Justice League does. But they can can still try to save as many lives as possible while making sure justice is served.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

@Holy Soldier

It was the apartment building that got the fake 911 call. And I really must question your evaluation on what does and does not require intervention.

From what the Saints know it's probably a gang war.

In an apartment building.

With little to no police response.

How does that in any way shape or form sound like something you just let run it's course?

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

@hagroden@Agent 47@Krayzikk

Justin Harken

It took a concerted of will not to flash his power and abort the jump partway through. The entire thing just felt so wrong. But it would also save them crucial time traveling across the city. That time could mean the difference between life and death for a lot of people. So Justin held it in until they arrived on the roof of the warehouse in question.

Of course that didn't mean he had to put up with the nausea the teleportation induced. A small effort and a soft glow behind his eyes were all it took to banish the feeling. Straightening up he placed a hand on Olive's shoulder, sending a similar surge of power through her as well. The large man was just turning to follow Eld Fen when his phone rang. It was the burner phone of course. He never brought his regular phone on these excursions. You never brought identifying items on a black op.

"Guardian. Warden. On my way in, with a potential recruit in tow. Might want to make sure anyone that's not in a mask gets one on quick."

"Understood Warden. Be advised the base is currently empty and security systems have been engaged. The entire team is currently deployed to an ongoing gang related incident in Death Row. I marked the location on the map."

He hung up when he finished passing on the information. As much as he would have loved to sit and chat with Acheri this wasn't the time or place. She would understand. Putting the phone back in its pocket on his tactical vest Justin withdrew his Glock and followed Eld at a crouch.

Sabine Ra

Bit of a sticky situation since you are essentially making a faction and a character. Take a look here for information on creating the former.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Help, the GM is the slowest member of the cast and we need to him to post to get the Saints moving.

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken-KRS Wandering Guardian

Nakreyya's laugh teased out a similar chuckle from Fionn himself. He smiled as he rose from his chair and spoke. "There is no shame in feeling wonder at such a completely new experience. It is my pleasure to show it to you." He gave her couple minutes longer to enjoy the view as they sped across the landscape, eventually clearing his throat and speaking again. "The flight will take us about twenty minutes and I have a few more areas I would like to show you. You should enjoy the engineering section even if we can't get to anything else.

She might not be able to understand much if anything that went on within that esoteric section but he was certain she would have a blast anyway. Heck, if what he had seen so far was any indication she might just decide to live down there if she became a permanent member of the crew.

The War of the Three

@thewizardguy@KoL

Saef Harken
Lenuria-Giant Crabs

Of course things could never go wrong just one at a time, that would be too easy. They had to happen in pairs or trios. Or about a million at a time that all added up to one giant F### YOU. Thankfully this was one of the former.

"Adjust fire. Less volume more accuracy. We don't want to destroy the staff if it happens to be in there somewhe-####" His commands broke off as a cascade of red lightning flashed over the formation. Blades of varying sizes started appearing out of the floors and walls, slamming into shields in flashes of light. "It would appear that we have drawn the attention of an enemy champion. Cover isn't helping so starting jumping around like a school of minnows. Try to brings those crabs down carefully while I deal with our guest."

His men moved with alacrity. Many of them were now low on shields and getting shot at is always a wonderful motivator. Squads stayed more or less together but as a whole they all started moving in fast, unpredictable motions. Even with the water slowing them down somewhat it would be very difficult to perform a repeat of the earlier mass attack.

The stream of lasers had lessened but not ceased. Instead of a massive deluge the fire was sparser and more accurate. Limbs were the primary target, legs and claws. When possible coherent light also slammed into heads. Without the extra firepower of the anti-armor missiles the Heavenly Mechanized was going for a slightly longer fight. Slow the crabs down and pick them off when able.

Saef himself turned and shot upward, following the magic being launched at his troops. Another sheath of light surrounded him. This one radiated significantly less light. He wanted the extra mobility afforded by it but didn't want to broadcast his position to the entire battlefield at the same time.

Up ahead was a Demonic figure by anyone's measure. Red, spiky and glowing the orange/yellow of flames. And his aura was the same as the magic just cast at his troops. Saef raised his scepter and formed a spell within the sanctum of his mind. Half a second later a swarm of golden spikes erupted from the waters around the Thaumaturge. There were a lot of the softly glowing weapons and each one was homing in on Khaine from a variety of different directions.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Crimmy@Write@Lucius Cypher@Azereiah

Beacon Academy-Survival Class-Beryl Harken

On a sinking ship in the middle of an ocean. Grimm everywhere. The closest land a full mile away. Beryl had a wide grin on her face as her mind processed all the facts.

Was Bianca's older sister trying to get on her good side?

Not wasting anymore time the young Huntress-in-training stepped forward and shot her hands out to either side. The smile on her face infecting her voice as she called out.

"Focus on gathering supplies and see if this thing has a lifeboat. I'll buy us some time."

It was less an attempt to take charge and more to snap everyone out of the initial wonder that being in a freaking holodeck would likely induce. She couldn't be busy telling people what to do anyway. As her hands moved her will sprang forth as well, finding the holes already ripped the hull of the ship and pushing back the water attempting to rush in. It was little more than a stopgap measure of course. The Grimm continued to tear into the vessel even as she stopped up the flooding.

She couldn't hold the entire ship up by herself. It would drain her aura and leave her useless for far too long. The Faunus could buy the class thirty seconds, maybe a minute at most before they would have to abandon ship.

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken-KRS Wandering Guardian

So many questions and not a hint of fear or worry in her voice. It made Fionn happy he had met Nakreyya. He didn't regret coming to this world but ever since arriving his chances to talk about such things had been highly limited. It made him feel like he was hiding part of himself.

"There are multitudes of worlds that create artificial intelligences. Although I wouldn't call the greater form 'unlimited.' It is more like the difference between a very smart animal and a humanoid. The former can perform certain tasks very well, it may have things it likes or dislikes. But it is not an actual person. The later is. Only at their core most of them are only minds. Without souls and not inhabiting a permanent body the some you and I do."

They reached the end of the hallway, a particularly solid and impressive looking archway before them. Unlike every other door so far it did not open at their approach. Fionn had to reach out and place a hand on the pad next to it. Closing his eyes while he did so. After a second of silent communication the door split and slid soundlessly aside.

The room the two entered was obviously important. The walls and ceiling of the circular chamber appeared to be one giant window showing the forest surrounding the ship. The floor a matte black metal. Taking up the center of the room was a set of chairs. Twelve in a wide arc with a single larger one set slightly above and behind the rest. The entire room had a smooth downward tilt starting from a couple feet past the doorway.

The young Captain resumed speaking as he made his way towards the central chair. "My ship is more than a civilian vessel but less than a military one. Hence the designation. If the Guardian was full military she would be the KNS Wandering Guardian. Kindred Navy Ship.' He sat down and a screen appeared before him, hovering in the air and slightly see through.

Icons and words flashed in rapid succession. All of them in the language of Home so it was unlikely his companion understood the digital objects. Instead of translating Fionn raised a hand and pointed out the 'window.'

"Watch."

The view outside was shifting...rising. There was no indication of it aside from what their eyes could see. No subtle shift in balance, no sudden tug downward from the increase in G forces. Nothing but the trees falling away beneath them. Already the ship was several hundred feet in the air showed no signs of slowing down. In fact it was starting to speed up, rising higher and turning to the southeast.

Fionn just sat there with a wide grin on his face, watching Nakreyya's reaction.