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The War of the Three

@Inner Demon

Said robot is also gone from the RP.

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Any specific parts sprang out at you as particularly bad?

@Silvan Haven

Not really bad, but maybe explain what Dinas Affaraon is. I kind of figured it was the name of his home world but making it more obvious helps as well.

As far as A Glimpse of Truth goes. If he were facing a machina it would let him know weak points, strong points, what weapons in view were capable of. Stuff like that.

It's less a supernatural power and more an instinctual knowledge of how stuff works so it only works on stuff he can detect. He might be able to deduce the location of a hidden weapon but he wouldn't know what that weapon is without seeing it or extrapolating from nearby systems.

It also helps him do magic by helping figure out what is needed to get a desired result. Doesn't mean he can automatically do every spell though. You might know how to do a backflip but that doesn't mean you can do one. It takes practice.

@Silvan Haven

I see. Just so long as you note that whenever he takes a look at some of the more abstract characters, like Helena for example, there be some setbacks in doing so. For example, Helena is an eldritch creature and while he can take the time to observe her and see what makes her tick, looking at an eldritch anything for too long is prone to put some mental strain. Other than that, it's fine by me.

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So who is actually taking Helena's offer and leaving the Nexus. Depending on numbers, it might mean you get that Slice of Life deal after all.

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@LHudson

So is Mephilius Flos ignoring Helena's voice that should be reaching everyone in the Nexus right now?

@TheWindel

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@Lmpkio

So is Mephilius ignoring Helena's voice that should be reaching everyone in the Nexus right now?

@Silvan Haven

First and foremost, you can do well off with formatting your text better and combining some lines into bigger paragraphs. Secondly, from the backstory, I take it that demons invaded his planet, angels showed up, and then saved the day? You need to make this more clear because as it is, it feels like I'm reading the middle portion of a novel with no context of what's going on. As for his powers and equipment, they should all be fine but explain to me exactly what "A Glimpse of the Truth" entails.

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Hyperion was a city that never slept, but that didn't mean it couldn't provide luxury accommodations for those that did. Lounging supine on the balcony of a woefully overpriced hotel, it's panoramic views muddled by the incessant lights and rumbling of the city sprawling before it, Hildr still took the time to bask in the neon glow for some time away from the demands of Queen Eos and- more importantly- the shitty faction she was supposed to be aligned with. "I swear if I had to deal with the nation of primadonas for one more second I was going to scream. Jormangand this, battle that. By the Jester's tighty whiteys it is insufferable."

Catching the beginning of a rant brewing she took up the glass beside her and downed it's contents in the first drought, exhaling with a deep, lingering air of satisfaction. It was best to try not to think of those things, and just enjoy Eos' dominion while she could. It came as something of a boon then when a knock at the door reached her ears and she bounded inside to answer. "Sigurn, did you bring the pizza~?"

Only to open the door and find a radiant- in the literal sense- angel standing unabashedly in the hall. "....what the fuck, Iona?" Evidently, the Angel of Ash did not take kindly to such language in her presence and were Hildr not a neccesity she would have been singed in place by the glare Iona gave her. She saw no effort to tone down her light show or to even dial it back; rather, it only intensified the more she did scowl. There was no worry of her sudden visit being disturbed though; not even Hoho was stupid enough to cross Iona on the mark of duty and in the middle of her work.

"You have much explaining to do to the Imperator, Elder Valkyrie," Iona said testily.

Clearly the Angel of Ash has no interest for anonymity but that wasn't a sentiment shared by the Valkyrie. Consorting with the enemy was par for the course, but her present interests laid more in lounging on verandas and not being reprogrammed in a VR suite to ensure her loyalty for the fourth time that month. "I should be saying that to you."

Grabbing the feminine glowstick by the collar, Hildr pulled her into the hotel room and slammed the door shut behind her, sliding the curtains shut immediately after. "Okay, so why are you wasting your time coming down here? Heaven shouldn't be falling apart without me so quickly, or has Juno snuck into the granaries and left Celestia on the verge of starvation? Again."

Hildr's answer came in the form of a slam to the nearest wall, the perpetrator uncaring if it broke a nose or not. Iona's scowl held its mark and as if gravity had been turned around, the Valkyrie would find herself held there in place by the brilliance of Iona's light. "That is for laying your hands on me," she said evenly, already opening up a portal with her other hand. "As for the reasons, consider yourself unworthy of laying ear to them. Know only that I am bringing you back under the highest authority. You may either come willingly or I will move you by force. Your choices are clear, Valkyrie."

"That's not good enough." Hildr said, tone somewhat nasal with the broken noise and all, a tone quickly rectified when she snapped the cartiledge into place with her unrestricted hands. "How about you try getting a bit more diplomatic, 'cause the way I see it, it's either you better have a silver tongue or I'm going to use my silver eyes to make this annoying enough to ruin your day."

"The way I hear, Heaven has been just fine without me. What, does Deva get her dog slobber covered panties in a twist when every angel isn't in line? What a petty use of your talents." She chided as her eyes took on a mismatched sheen of silver and gold while adopting a grin that conveyed she'd enjoy being the cause of Iona's migraines if things went south. It was a grin that was matched only by Iona's expression of apathy before she backed down with a sigh. Hildr would find her body unpinned to the wall and it looked as if Iona was giving up.

"....alright fine. We do this your way."

A hand slammed through Hildr's skull, having phased through and clenched against the material that could be called a brain. Iona watched silently as Hildr's second guest made her appearance obvious, rising from the ground like a maddened spirit of the afterlife. No amount of turning or twisting would wrench the grip in Hildr's skull, not unless she wanted the attack to do lasting damage. "Do not damage her," Iona said to her partner, eyes flicking over to the twitching shape of Harley.

"It's been a reeeeeeal long day Hildr. I don't think I need to tell you how much this kind of thing can put stress," Harley said, digging her nails into Hildr's brain. "Now you can be a good bitch and heed the orders of those above you....or I can make this very, very delicate for both of us-well look at that. What's this I see in your mind? Looks like...some blonde bimbo. Oh, and there's a mini her too! Gee, you know, if you won't listen to reason, I bet they'd just love to have a visit from ME," Harley said, slamming Hildr to kneel while she spoke directly into the Valkyrie's ear. And although she couldn't see it, the glee in Harley's tone was all the proof needed that the monochrome girl wanted any reason to go and mess up someone else's life.

There was a thrill of excitement when her body was taken by the grip of her brain, the sort of inhuman violation she attributed to the ministrations of the only goddess she deemed worthy of worship, yet this hope was dashed when it became apparent Iona had called upon another Vassal for aid. "Really Iona? I know you loyalists stick together, but you could have just as easily called for the Eel or-"

Her endeavors to keep up the conversation as usual were curtailed with the rooting around within her mind, and ghastly promises that brought a flicker of horror to her eyes- And then the horror turned to unabashed glee. "You'd do that?! Then what the fuck are we doing here?! Hurry up and get me back there so I can see my damn Wife already! Oh, and Dana too. Hehe, I can't wait to see the looks on their faces."

Harley only stared down at the head she was currently rummaging around in, taking Hildr's words into account. Raising her free arm, a card began to manifest in her palm and she made the motion of sticking it into Hildr's head- "That's enough," Iona said, grabbing Hildr by her collar and yanking her away from Harley's grip. By the vacant stare in Harley's gaze she had a feeling of what was about to happen just now. "I said no damaging her-" Iona attempted to say, cut off by the same unblinking stare given to her, the card still floating in Harley's palm. "...we're leaving now," Iona announced, dragging Hildr with her and walking into the portal once more.

Whether Harley cared to join or was up to her, but it would have been ideal if the monochrome girl had taken the long way round. Indeed, the portal had long since closed in on itself by the time Harley was brought back to her surroundings, the card dissipating in her hand. "........" Stoic in face, she gave the run down apartment room one last look over before slowly fading out of sight, sinking into the ground back into her own toils and machinations. Maybe she would go torture an Eel later just for fun.

She had put on a confident poker face but that Iona needed to reprimand the chaotic Vassal sent far less pleasant vibrations through her bones, and Hildr made no attempt to free herself from the callous grasp of Iona till they were back in the land of holy blowhards. "I'm going to presume whatever monochrome back there was doing, it was going to make me miss Archorus' interrogations, wasn't it?"

Seeing as she was home, for better or for worse, she freed herself of Iona's grasp and crossed her arms expectantly. "Know what? Never mind. Don't want to know cause dollars to donuts she'll just do it herself when you look away next time. How about you get to summoning those family and friends now and I'll get out of your hair." To that, Iona said nothing and merely teleported away; no doubt to go take care of other business, leaving Hildr to herself in the halls of Heaven.

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@Awesomoman64

Blame KoL. It was their idea this time.

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✣ The Boss ✣

“Hmmpf. Kill joy…” Whether Rufie would hear the words or not wasn’t really a concern of Dana’s, but the slap via dress really wasn’t appreciated. Rubbing her cheek where it had made its soft mark, she sat back with Blake clinging to her still and listened to what kind of excuse the Student President would make up for her this time. And honestly, it took most of her muscles and Blake’s to keep her from laughing aloud and further disrupting the crowd even more.

Only when Rufie said her final piece and walked off the stage was the blonde girl right back to bouncing, running after the Student President. Of course, Blake still clung but that wasn’t much of an issue. “Oh ho, a thespian? Really? Wow, wow, and you call me the liar,” she snickered, making sure to keep two feet behind Rufie in case she wanted to turn and smack the both of them. “Ah, but the theater truly does call out for my black heart Rufie. And who’s to say my words weren’t really cries of remorse and desire. Ah, so romantic, ah, so spicy!”

With those three gone, the general crowd had significantly lowered in energy and chaos. Boss turned her sights on some of the last few students still need in clearance, one of which looked rather regal and spoke of familiar authority. But before she could respond to Ramona, Hildr already had it covered, explaining both her room number and the policy on carrying around weapons.

“So long as I don’t catch wind of it. Welcome to the Academy,” she said to the young Germanian and sending her off. The students would have a short interval before lunch time would gather them all together. It would take every moment of it to get through the mountains of paperwork Boss and Hildr would find in their offices after direction student traffic from orientation. “I feel like I need a break already,” she said to the other woman, already picking up on the yellow slice of paper sitting still in the pile.

“Another notice of discipline…can’t be Dana or Blake. They’re both smart enough to not be caught. And even if they were, red is much more suiting for them,” she said, sitting at her desk and already getting to work tackling the mounds. “You might as well make yourself comfortable Hildr. Nothing big happens on the first day of school.”

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What could we discuss to make the OOC more lively though, I wonder?

@Inkarnate

The mystery?

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Hmm? My post will be out soonish.