Runa=New Punk Goth attire, Novikova= Stealth suit woven with Kevlar Fabric, Maria= Same as Novi, Banner=His choice of attire.
Maxās lips twisted into a disappointed frown at the mention of Captain America and Black Widow. āFrom what I could gather about The Cap is that heās an old war veteran, not much else to gleam from it; as for Black Widow, she didnāt show up at all, a dark spot on the radar if you will. I donāt know these people intimately nor what they are in this world so my powers can only grasp the concepts of them from both realities. Thatās probably why I was able to find people like Cyclops and Frost, theyāve held the title thus are considered it via my powers. The Theroit brothers may have functioned in the same sense, if they are the children of the founder of the group then they may be considered it by blood. Itās not an exact science unfortunately. In any matter, if we do want to go about splitting up to cover more ground then I have a few suggestions. One, we all need new outfits. Most of yours are tattered, old, or just gross, I can conjure you all up some if you desire just let me know. Two, I request that James and I go on the New Orleans team. We both know the brothers there and can hopefully jog their memories if need be. Now I donāt know who this Swamp Rat person is but I can at the very least attest to someone by the name of Gambit and Rogue being there. Third, and certainly not least...I need rest guys. Scarlet Witch kicked my ass from here to Asgard and broke my bones. Yeah, James healed me and Iām super greatfull dude but using this much energy can get exhausting and doing such a massive teleportation...well its taxing and I just...I need some rest.ā
Max was now leaning up against a wall, clearly using it as a support. He gauged the room and listened in to a few requests as people took him up on his offer for new outfits, many of which werenāt just simple costume changes. He closed his eyes for a brief respite, catching his breath and attempting to work past the exhaustion that plagued his body. Once all were done asking for their changes, he opened up his eyes, stood off the wall and slowly raised his arms. Swirls of energy would surround each member that had agreed and their outfits would change to fit their criteria, all they need do is let him know. The last to change was Max, brandishing a new suit that he thought would fit right in with the New Orleans fashion and feel, while still maintaining his sense of self, a cane was created along with it as part of his look, brandishing a pink jewel atop it that resembled a chaos emerald. āI hope youāre all satisified with the results. Itās been quite some time since iāve been allowed to make outfits en masse...though its usually just for fashion.ā Full glad was Max that they were going to ignore Frost and Cyclops, not wanting to risk another fight with her, nor wanting to be around the destructive power of another Summers, especially if he was as much of a dick as his brother Havock.
Bounty: User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Passive.
Stunning Punch: User punches target. Medium chance of stunning target briefly. 30MP.
Sprint: User's running speed increases by a bit for a few minutes. 50MP.
Meditate: User focuses for few a minutes, recovering either 200HP or 200MP. 0MP.
Spells:
Tame (1) - User attempts to Tame target Monster. User can only target non-Intelligent Monsters. It automatically succeeds if Monster is lower level than User. 50% chance if Monster is same level. Low chance if Monster is higher level. Tamed Monsters will follow user's commands. 100MP. Summon (1) - User summons a tamed Monster on the spot. (Monster Level x 15 MP) Unsummon (1) - User unsummons a tamed Monster. 50MP. Partners (1) - User's starting tamed monster will always have 60% (rounded up) of User's Attributes and 30% (rounded up) of User's Skill points. Passive. Release (1) - User releases a tamed Monster. It immediately teleports to it's natural habitat and turns feral. 50MP. Heal Monster (1) - User heals target Monster for a small amount. 50MP Make Permanent Monster (5) - - User makes 1 tamed monster into their permanent tamed monster. Permanent monster cannot be Released (Level 1 spell) and must remain with the user until the end of the game. Permanent monster will gain the ability to gain Attribute and Skill points. Attribute gained equals to 100% and Skill gained equals to 25% of Player's gain. 300MP. Increase Monster Cap 1 (3) - Consumable Spell, can only be learned once and disappears after one use. User is allowed to keep 1 additional Monster. 200MP. Increase Monster Summoning Cap 1 (5) - User is allowed to summon 2 Monsters simultaneously. Passive. Full Heal Monster (10) - User heals target Monster to 100% of maximum HP. 500MP. Full Restore Monster Mana (10) - User restores mana in target Monster to 100% of maximum MP. 500MP. Resurrect Monster (15) - User brings target dead monster back to life with 50% HP and MP. Works only before models shatter into light. 1,000MP.
Strengthen (1) - Target gains +5 Strength for a few seconds. 50MP. Healing Beam (2) - User emits a healing beam of light to a target, healing a low amount. 100MP. Attuned to Oneās Body (3) - User gains 100HP whenever they cast a spell from the Body Discipline. Passive. Enfeeble (4) - User saps strength from target. Target loses -5 Strength for a few seconds. 100MP. Restore Vitality (5) -User heals all nearby allies for low amount. 200MP. Essence Gain (6) - User gains +100MP every time they heal by using spells from the Body Discipline. Does not activate with āAttuned to Oneās Bodyā. Passive. Quicken (7) - Target gains +10 Agility for a few seconds. 200MP. Sap Energy (8) - Target loses -10 Agility for a few seconds. 300MP. Greater Healing Beam (9) - User emits a healing beam of light to a target, healing moderately. 300MP. Switch Discipline (10) - User may switch and learn from a different Fundamental Discipline. User may no longer learn from this Discipline but may keep the spells learned. 500MP. (Used)
Finger Lightning (1) - User shoots out a small lightning from the tip of a finger, dealing low damage. 50MP. Lightning Shot (2) - User shoots out a bolt of lightning, dealing moderate damage. 100MP. Energize (3) - If the user casts an Electricity Discipline spell when they have maximum mana, the spell replicates to an additional target. Passive. Plasma Burst (4) - User bursts out electric energy, damaging all opponents nearby. 100MP. Shock (5) - User zaps target, dealing damage. 200MP. Overload (6) - If the user casts 3 Electricity Discipline spells in a short window of time, the 3rd spell deals double damage. Passive. Chain Lightning (7) - User shoots out multiple lightning from their hands, dealing moderate damage to up to 5 targets. 400MP. Lightning Bolt (8) - - User shoots out a bolt of lightning, dealing high damage and briefly stunning the target. 300MP. Static Discharge (9) - Whenever user casts a spell from the Electricity Discipline, all nearby targets are dealt low damage. Passive. Switch Discipline (10) - User may switch and learn from a different Fundamental Discipline. User may no longer learn from this Discipline but may keep the spells learned. 500MP. Fuse Energy (11) - User empowers their next Electricity Discipline spell, making it deal 25% additional damage. 200MP. Defensive Field (12) - Whenever user is hit by a melee attack, user has a 10% chance to auto-cast Lightening Shot for free against the attacker. Passive. Recharge (13) - User cancels the spell they are about to cast, refunding 150% of the MP cost. 50MP. Lightening Field (14) - User creates a dome of electric field around them, dealing moderate damage to all targets inside and slowing their movements. 300MP.
Rod of Monstrous Affinity Image Rod of Monstrous Affinity: Can be activated once a day for 200MP. User makes target Monster they control grow, granting it +100% increased Attributes
Empty Book: Filled with Monster Knowledge Repair: 2 Paper
River took a seat at the table, and noticed the woman who was introduced to them as Aura. A paladin who wanted to enter their ranks, which truth be told was very needed. River listened to Willow as she explained that they needed to nominate a new leader, a sore subject that he was hoping to ignore for a while longer, after all denial is a powerful thing. She was, as usual, right; the guild needed a new leader and with the Blades and other guilds still pushing for these meeting for the coalition, it was important to have someone in a position of power to be able to attend and speak for the betterment of the group. He gave Prome a side glance, glaring at him for a moment before thinking that perhaps he had finally broken down, his mind creating pockets of safety for him to be able to function normally by excluding ill memories that may endanger that semblance of normality.
āItās like Willow said, our previous guild leader is indisposed of at the moment, so just vote for a new leader in their absense so that we can continue to attend these crucial meetings that are held by all the leaders.ā His voice was equal parts sympathetic and annoyed, wondering why he even needed to question something that was being put out for them to do. He opened up his menu and dragged Willowās name into the slot, knowing she would most likely be fit for the job over the others. āDone and done. I agree that we should hit up those quests as soon as we can, Holly also got a quest of her own while we are out in the wild doing the other two, itās to help her unlock her subclass quest. As for the images...weāll need to get that skill higher and soon if we want to beat out other players at this possible riddle. Iād hate to be the first to find it but the last to solve it.ā
Salem dreaded the walk back to the administrative building. Realizing he was now those people who had to visit a place twice just to get their work done because he hadnāt managed to think on such a simplistic thing like needing a key to go into his dorm. A long drawn out mental sigh filled his mind as he could just imagine the receptionistās face as they entered once more, wondering what more these kids could possibly need in such a short span of time. Or perhaps they knew exactly what was needed and would secretly laugh at the mages like some sort of bumbling child who can scarcely learn to walk without a guiding hand. More and more apauling thoughts began to invade his mind with every step they took towards the place, Salem not even realizing the quiet that came from Lilie nor her constant stumblings onto him or Aaron as they made their trek there.
Something did catch his attention however, snapping him out of his own headspace long enough for all the thoughts to fade away. Lilie commented on how cute the dog was tha Max was holding and all he could think, and accidentally speak outloud in a low voice, was āI didnāt realize he had such a cute ass.ā Salems cheeks blushed and had it not been for his tan complexion it would be clearly visible to all. His aromatic pheromones began to exude once more, making him blush harder as he attempting to clear his throat and hope that no one heard his comment just then. āUh, yeah, I didnāt even think heād like dogs, or animals, or people, to be honest.ā Saved it. Salem tried to calm himself down by repeating the breathing excersise that he did in class for control, lowering his heart rate and attempting to real in his magic before Max had another thing to snap about or say.
Location: Wyandotte County Lake Park Skills:Deception
Demetri thought for a moment as he slowly side stepped in front of Jackson, trying to think of the best plan of attack. Ok. Kid of Ares, god of war but not in the tactical sense. Theoretically an impulsive meat head who may not rely on strategy if he is anything like his father. Shapeshifting may be my best bet, throwing him off with different forms making it harder for him and possibly confusing him. Perfect. Demetri smiled a bit as he ran towards Jackson, leaping up into the air and attempting to shift into a Kangaroo to box kick him away. Unfortunately his powers decided they didnāt feel like working, so he managed to jump up and kick beside Jackson, sliding into the dirt as he pretended that it was all part of his plan of attack, a feint attack. Second times the charm right?
Demetri sprung into action once more, trying the same move and having his powers fail him a second time in a row, he however was now anticipating this and leaned into his normal strength to kick Jackson in the chest, staggering him a bit as Demetri snapped his fingers and his dagger sprung to life in his hand. āThis should be fun, but I do have a question while this is all going on. Typically when I stab a monster with my knife they turn into dust, that wont happen to you if i stab you right? Cuz Iām not up to adding Demi-god murder to my list of things I did today.ā Demetri wasnāt fully aware on how to fight, but he did know how to be evasive, mimicking movies in which the defender bounced on the balls of their feet with his dagger held backwards in front of him as if he was some sort of Ninja with a Kunai.
Milo grabbed onto his drink once more and absent mindedly sucked in the air that was in his drink as Ray spoke about his job with the NYPD. He was a bit unsure on the whole matter, as he did see the corruption and darkness that lurked within the states departments, and was a bit curious as to Rays views on the matter as well as where he himself stood morally on that line. Regardless of all his current reservations as well as his misgivings on the concept of true love, Miloās heart sank for a brief moment when he heard the word āMarriedā. It was as if his entire background blacked out with a flatline being the only visible thing until you heard the sound of glass shattering around him to symbolize his hopes being crushed. Luckily Ray was married to his job and no one else at the moment, allowing light and sound to once again fill Miloās world as their conversation continued.
Milo leaned in closer to see the image displayed on Rayās phone, his grey cotton shirt pressing against Rayās bicep, feeling the muscle and tone bulge against the fabric of his shirt in contrast to his more slender arm with minimal tone. His heart skipped a beat and he could feel his cheeks threatening to flush with blood and give him a rosie complexion. His attention quickly focused back on the image, a beautiful dog lay there sleeping on display, with so much fur you could drowned in it. āHeās, soooooo, cuuuuuuuuute. I could just get lost in that fur all day.ā Milo spoke with a wide smile catching the story of how Ray obtained the pet, reminding him once more about his occupation, at least it was a āreal careerā as some people said. He straightened himself back up, moving about a foot away from Ray as he clinked his empty glass with him before placing it down on the counter and ordered a Whiskey Neat, just to seem sophisticated as well as seeing what all the hubbub was about.
Why couldnāt Sapphire not hit her? Why did Havok have to continue the instigation? What the heck were their powers? They hardly seemed like they did much fighting, one had a gun, another looked like he did nothing at all, there was obviously a telekinetic bitch who threw me out the window...This is all just one big mess. At least there was something that came out of this. Thoughts raced through Maxās mind as the cold still nipped at his butt and shoulders as he continued to make his way towards the car. He hadnāt noticed any shifting on the drive here, so if it was indeed an automatic then he could attempt to drive it back to the slide and quickly pick everyone up. First things first though, dropping this computer into the car so he had his hands free to fight.
Maxās fingers began to hurt at the joints, the corners of the shell cutting into the skin from the weight and how long he had been holding it. He finally made it towards the car, placing the computer down onto the ground and wiping some sweat off his brow from the battle and heat beforehand. He went for the door and it was locked. Ofcourse it was locked. Why wouldnāt it be? He blew some air up to move a tuft of hair that had fallen in front of his brow, growing increasingly annoyed at the situation. This wasnāt at all how he thought an X-men like group would behave, nor how he expected his first mission to go. Sirens could be heard in the distance and dread began to sink in with every passing moment. All he could do was hold out hope that Sapphire and the rest made it out safely and that they would meet up with him soon to leave before an all out chase ensued.
Peter Jackson Bernard
Location: Hellfire Club HQ Skills:Psybolt
As the bind released and his muscles relaxed from Glimpses hold, they soon found themselves tensing up again out of rage and frustration. Never in all his years had he been so humiliated. That woman was going to pay dearly for what she had done, and he would target each and every loved one until she got the point. Bubblegum pink energy began to crackle around his fist, popping and crackling as if it were a Tesla coil. Jinx gritted his teeth as he released his frustrations with a loud angry grunt, launching a bolt of energy towards one of the few remaining glass panes on the balcony, shattering it and then facing the elevator. āThey can clean that up to!ā He wasnt fond of being mentally played with, and needed Casper now more than ever. As he made his way towards the elevator he finally decided to call the man, seething with every ring of the phone. Jinx took the lift the a lower floor where he knew there would be some workers, such as the second floor.
The doors opened up Jinx stepped out into the room clearing his throat before yelling out āSomeone better make their damned way upstairs STAT! Thereās a hell of a mess and Iām NOT going to be cleaning that shit up! Do you understand?!ā He didnāt bother to wait for a response from anyone, nor cared to see their reactions. Just a swift walk in to yell at them and then he promptly made his way back to the elevator. He still had the phone pressed to his ear as he made his way up to the club where the fight had happened and held it up with his shoulder while placing his hands on his hip and just surveyed the mess before him. How was anyone supposed to get any work done around here with such interruptions from both Emma and now these pipsqueaks that believe themselves spies. It was aggravating and annoying and why the hell was Casper taking so long to respond?!
River tends to wear typical mage attire. Opting for stylish robes whose sleeves are either folded up, or short to help expose some of his skin. This choice is due to the belief that having exposed parts of ones body allows for a better system for which to siphon the aetherial energyās of monsters to help in the summoning and attuning process. As most lalafells, River tends to lean towards more loose fitted clothing, help hide his rotund body, while also allowing more freedom of movement to cast spells and make the necessary geometric shapes in battle.
Riverās past begins further than most, almost 5 millennia further. It all stems from the meticulous work of his mother, an Allagan researcher who helped the empire in creating biological weapons, soldiers of untold destruction, and the binding of primal. She tied all of these paths of aetherchemistry together in order to work on a life long project before the Fourth Umbral Calamity. By spiriting away Sahagin and locking them in chambers, she was able to keep a consistent flow of prayer and aether to help manifest and bind The King of the Whorl, Leviathan.
In doing so she would attempt to create a soldier beyond compare, someone who posses the strength and power of a Eikons, one that can help Xande in his conquest of Hydaelyn. At the time of her experiments she was with child, siphoning as much of Leviathans water aspected aether into her own would be son in order to bestow him as the first Eikon Soldier. At the time of his birth, he was taught how to siphon aether from such beings and thus did so for many years. These experiments caused physical changes to his body, replacing an Allagan red eye with that of a pool of blue, like the aether he was suffusing to himself. His hair began to take aspects of the whorl and his power of magic grew stronger than any soldier currently in existence.
His time in Allag and The Crystal Tower was cut short however. Xandeās greed for the voidsent began to start the Fourth Umbral Calamity, and all of his mothers work would be for naught, it was this that brought her to seal her child in a stasis chamber and use her magicks to send River away to an undisclosed location. His chamber appeared in the South Western side of Eorzea, hidden from prying eyes. Calamityās came and went, soon burying his chamber under the seas of La Noscea where he remained dormant until the fall of Dalamund.
Though the fall of Dalamund was a tragic moment for most, it turned out to be a lucky one for River. A blast of the moon careened into the waters, sending a massive wave towards the shores of Limsa, carrying his chamber onto its white sand beaches. The blow damaged the capsule, breaking River free from its clutches and breathing new life into him. He awoke there, stranded in small clothes, no memory of his past nor any inkling as to where he now was. The only clue he had was a small golden plaque with his name engraved into it.
Riverās legs wobbled and caved beneath him from the many years in stasis, his body not used to having to move. A kind stranger found him wandering the shores and took him in, gave him clothes, and sheltered him as well as others from the calamity currently taking place. River watched as chaos reigned outside the window, watching the sky fall even from this distance and it burned something inside of him, a great need of power to help those who cannot help themselves.
From that point forward River had acquainted himself with the Arcanist Guild, doing all he could to study and learn the power of magic that they weilded. A combination of mystical arts and mathematics, woven together to create something new. There was a familiarity to all this for him, yet he simply brushed it off as destiny, something he was meant to be. From the moment he was able to cast his first spell, River took up any and all quests that he could find. Gaining as much experience as he could as an adventurer in order to become sharper in mind and body so that he may be allowed to learn from the tomes hidden away for higher students.
As time went on his skills grew sharper, his knowledge of the arcane stronger, and his grasp on efficiency tighter. Now at his career he has gained something that seemed like such a far fetched goal, a soul stone. This stone marked him as a summoner, a conjurer of beasts of power and master of aether manipulation. Or at least thatās how it seemed, though there was still a long road ahead of him in uncovering more spells, theologies, and traits that would help him better himself. When the moment came to attempt his first summon, he crafted a peculiar egi. A Levi-Egi. This was a small being that looked akin to that of the Whorl Eater, created from the aether aspected in water, yet unknown to him that it was all due to the workings of millennia old magic long lost.
The scent of the salty sea air permeated the Drowning Wench as River sat there with a tankard of mulled tea and a stack of tomes filling the other three chairs that sat at the table with him. It was a morning like any other, he sat there studying geometric shapes, looking for a way to improve on what he already knew, potentially tweaking some of the shapes by adding arrays, or layering more effects atop them to help make his magic more potent, faster, or less energy consuming. He reached for his tankard and took a moment to breathe in the spices that lingered in the drink, such exotic things should be enjoyed and savored after all. He took a sip as he flipped to the next page in the tome that he has read over a dozen times, each time hoping that something new might stand out to him. Baderon came out from behind the bar, making his way towards River with a plate of warm La Noscean Toast setting it down on an empty spot near the tea.
"Yer readin' that bloody book again? How many times is it now?"
"Not enough times it seems, I still haven't an inkling on how to move forward...There must be more to it than this, this can't be it."
Baderon gave out a hearty laugh as he clasped his hand on Rivers shoulder. He shook his head slightly at the lalafell as he began to gesture towards the tomes and sea while he spoke.
"Yer never gon' find what yer lookin' in there. Only so much a book can teach ya', why not try yer luck out there, in the world. Yer bound ter find more knowledge or least different techniques beyond your dusty tomes. Here, I just got this notice. Was 'bout ter put it up but I figure I could let you see it first."
River took the parchment out of Baderons hands and examined it thoroughly. There wasn't much information posted on it, just a name, location, and date really. He scratched his head as he turned the page over hoping to see more information but finding nothing of the sort. He was aware that the Quicksand was where Ul'Dah held their adventurers guild, so it'd be quite the voyage there, however Baderon was right in that he should explore the world more, see a wider variety of beasts to hunt and study as well as look at cultural magics and use that to help further his study on summoning, or at the very least find older beings for which to skin and tan to help create a better grimoire. He gave the notice back to Baderon with a smile and then turned to look out at the view of the sea, gulls flying in the distance just above ships that were coming in to dock. The cold sea breeze blew in, chilling River as his pages flipped rapidly and he could feel the call to adventure once again.
River grabbed three leather belts, tying the books together and hoisting them over his shoulders and onto his back, making the short walk to the aetheryte crystal just outside of the Aftcastle and taking it to the Arcansit guild. As soon as he was whole again he waddled his way into the guild and told the receptionist he'd be returning the books indefinitely as he was going on a journey. Excitement filled him to the brim and River couldn't keep himself from grinning the entire time. He ran down Hawkers Alley visiting a few stores in order to gather ingredients for his journey as well as some non perishable foods mostly consisting of bags of raisins. The shopping always proved to be a bit more tedious than it should be, having many Roegedyns manning the stalls meant that a good portion of them didn't see the small lalafell when he stood right at the counter, often times needing to jump to grab their attention. However once it was all settled, River wove himself between the legs of the passerby's in a manner much akin to how a baby coeurl does, almost tripping a few patrons but having them only get a childish tongue sticking out to them if the bothered to grab his attention.
Once he had made his way back to the Drowning Wench, he was horrified to see he had forgotten his plate of La Noscean Toast, a delicacy he would soon miss once he was abroad. He snagged his plate and took it with him upstairs into his inn room where he slowly munched on the rich, buttery bread that despite its name was exceedingly soft. There wasn't much to gather, his grimoire, spare sets of clothing, his battle robes, and what was gathered at the markets. The last item he had was a map of Eorzea, hung up on the wall with notes scribbled all over the La Noscean area with a grading scale of monsters that could be found, their difficulty in battle in relation to his current strength, as well as ingredients, landmarks, and other such things that he deemed of importance. The only other marker placed on that map was near Thanalan and Mor Dhona, a circle area labeled "The Flats of Cartaneu" a location said to be the source of where Dalamund fell, causing massive aetheric irregularities as well as the supposed location of the Sons of Saint Coinach, a group he knew only by name that studied the ruins of Allagan civilization; a subject matter that always interested River and called out to him like a beacon in the night. This guild, whoever they may be, would be a wonderful opportunity for River to be able to find residency in a major city that happens to be near the epicenter of the last calamity. He stared at the location longingly for a moment before finally rolling up the map and tying it to the bottom of his satchel and making his way to the docks.
Frigid sea water splashed up high into the air, dissipating into tiny flecks of mist that sprayed against his face as the ship pressed on. There was a certain calm about River when he was out in the sea, as if it was home to him, inviting him to stay a while and live out his days surrounded by the mass of water. River stood there at the port side, hands against the wooden railing as he stared out into the ocean. He'd miss having this view, having to trade out a glittering sea that danced as if they were thousands of diamonds shimmering in an endless blue. A deep longing began to take him as he realized that he would be trading this out for nothing but an expanse of desert and heat beyond belief, a change he was not looking forward to. During one of the nights, River could've sworn he felt something stir beneath the ship. Running out to see if he could spot the source he found that no one else had stirred awake, no one felt the slithering that threatened to ensnare the ship. He saw nothing in the dark blue water, save for the reflection of the stars and moon on its surface. Just as he was about to turn back in for the night he saw a pair of red eyes, glowing beneath the waves just in his peripheral. His head snapped towards the shapes and there were two red beads, glowing and staring straight at him. The slithering stopped and a large serpent like figure loomed in the shadows, its dark body barely showing up within the black of the night.
A voice called out to him, though only he could hear it. Fear not young one, for the Whorl issss alwaysss with you. Even in the depths of that arid place.
Confusion filled him as the voice echoed in his head, the pair of ruby eyes sinking further and further into the depths as the words continued to resonate within him, growing more and more distant until the eyes were gone. Suddenly River jostled awake, cold sweat running down his face as he looked about the room. It was all a dream...an incredibly vivid dream. He got up and made his way topside, taking in the cool night air as he attempted to calm his nerves. Was the dream referring to his egi? Or was there more to the meaning behind what it seemed? He made his way port side once more and looked out into the sea in search for those eyes, ones he'd soon not forget. The waves were surprisingly calm as was the night, and he figured there was naught else to do but to return to his cabin and rest.
The next few days on his voyage River spent his time primarily searching the seas for a sign of the King of the Whorl or whatever that deep sea creature was in his dreams. Flashes of visions would pass through his mind at night as he slept, the closer he got towards UlāDah, the more vivid these images seemed to be. Beautiful crystals the likes heād never seen, inlaid with golden designs and very rarely he would see flashes of cracked containers; a Celeste green liquid spewing out and scaled hands with claws falling limp against glass. He knew naught what any of this meant, only that it seemed his adventure would bring more questions that would hopefully get answered.
On the final day, Vesper bay was in sight and the tan-red stones of Thanalan were a great reminder to the loss of sea life he would soon obtain. He began to wonder what the local garb would look like as well as how his battle set would fair in this heat. Full glad that there were many openings to allow for more aetheric contact, and now air flow. As the ship docked and he bared his farewells, River made his way through the arid landscape, through Horizon and finally to UlāDah. More than a few creatures dared to stand in his way, each one taken down as they were no stronger than the beasts back home. River, however, was not aware of the more insidious characters that lurked within these lands, falling prey to a few too many thieves and Brass Blades who conned him of his Gil, leaving his coin purse lighter than he wished.
There was still a week before the meeting took place and River used that time to survey the lands. Seeing its aether for himself first hand while taking in the local beasts, flora, fauna, and more. Unsatisfied with the age of many of the creatures, making it difficult to find a skin that would be useful to enhance his grimoire. He quickly learned to take the citizens words lightly, and to keep his coin purse hidden and out of reach. Many times walking around with his Egi summoned so that the more weak willed of assailants would be deterred from even attempting to mess with him. The local food was adequate but nothing like his meals from home, and he was more than delighted to find out that they sold Mulled Tea here as well, a taste of home to help quell the home sickness.
He often times reminded himself of why he was here, to help establish a base of operations to continue his line of study, hopefully get a chance to meet the fabled Sons as well as learning more about the most advanced civilization whoās hubris was their own downfall. But their knowledge and control over Primals was like none other, and that was a power he wished to obtain for himself. Egiās were fine and well, but nothing compared to having the full power of a Primal at your disposal to do with as you pleased. Surely such talents would have helped against the last Calamity, perhaps weakened Bahamut to once more imprison him back within Dalamund. All these speculations would have to wait, the week was up and he was needed at the Quicksand to apply for a position amongst the ranks of The Twelve.
No one was more surprised than Max that his mass teleportation had actually gone off without a hitch. His magic had the tendency to be sporadic or choatic at times and he was greatly hoping that that wasnāt going to be one of those times. He looked about the room and saw that all had made it safetly to the headquarters with the exception of those he hadnāt wished to bring. A bittersweet smile threatened to dance across his lips as Sapphire actually complimented him, sure it wasnāt for the expedient escape, but at least someone was finally listening to what he had been saying since that party at the castle. Hawkeye began listing the names of groups that could help rally to the cause against Magneto and more importantly Wanda. He took note of a few of them as he heard everyoneās opinions and thoughts shoot off one by one, one of which being Novikova asking about the stealth teams location. āThe stealth team is still at the castle, I didnāt want to jeopardize their mission in the search for information. Klara should also still be with them should they need a portal out. She does have that Sling thing right? Now if youāll excuse me.ā
Max sat down on the floor, criss cross as his eyes closed and his hands sat in a meditative position on his knees. He focused on groups at large, not searching for any one person in particular as this world seemed to be some mockery of the real one. His mind drifted and wandered as he found pings across the states. First came the Avengers with a reminder of the God of Thunders death, An image of Cap as an old war Veteran, Black Widow didnāt show up which was a mystery in itself, and Tony stark was at none other than Stark Tower. His drifted further and began to search for the Fantastic Four, finding that all were located in New York with Sue and Reed married, and Johnny and Ben living close by. It would be a shame to ruin such happiness...but its what must be done. Finally the heftiest of the groups were located. Cyclops, Emma, Jean, and Wolverine were all in the city, one of which was already with them. Beast was not too far off at Harvard, a few were located at the Palace, which made sense, and finally quite a few were found in Louisiana. Namely, Gambit, Rogue, Jack, and surprisingly enough Casper was picked up as well. There were more there but his mind was at awe of the fact that Casper could be an X-men. āIve located a bulk of the groups you listed. The Avengers are all but useless save for Tony Stark, the Fantastic Four are living happy lives within this very city, The X-men are spread across here, Boston, and Louisiana where we can find two mutants i personally know, Jack and Casper.ā
Max sat there for a few moments longer, catching his breath and attempting to relax for as long as he could before needing to get back out into the fight. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, head tilted back as he thought about the details of what exactly he had seen. Chills ran through his spine as he recalled Cyclops was married to Emma Frost in this reality, attempting to use the fact that none of this world was real to make sense of why she would be an X-men and why he would be married to a woman who not too long ago attempted to kill him in the other reality. Perhaps she was changed here, or maybe Cyclops was, regardless of the past he needed to speak to someone who might understand the situation better. Another long exhalation as he pressed his hands against his knees and got himself back up and towards Wolverine, speaking softly so that only he could hear. āSo...one of the X-men I found was Cyclops, heās married to another X-men...Emma Frost. Needless to say Iām apprehensive about awakening their memories even if it is for this fight but... I wanted your input, why this may have happened and if we could trust either of them in this fight?ā
Milo sipped at his drink as he tried to find the best way to correct Whiskey Neat about the terminology. It seemed harmless enough, but he was used to people attempting to downplay his career and stating that it was no more than a hobby, which wasnāt entirely false. Although he hadnāt committed to being a full-time YouTuber, he did spend enough of his time filming, editing, and working on his channel enough to consider it a career rather than a simple hobby. āItās fine. Not many people take it seriously but honestly its a good job. Entertainment that you have full control of, no one trying to filter your mind or thoughts to fit their agenda. Itās not all serious drama pieces or anything though, I started small like most people, with little skits or silly ideas that would entertain the masses and myself. Here.ā Milo scooted closer to Ray as he pulled out his phone and opened up his channel to an older video from his early days. He kept enough distance to ensure that they couldnāt touch, but was close enough to share the video and feel the heat coming off one another.
On the screen would be a dark wood dining room table with a brick wall background and some small drooping plants on a shelf. Suddenly an Orange Tabbyās head would slowly rear up until its body was mid length above the table and his arms stretched before him. His face was uncaring as he wore a blue bow tie. You could faintly see Miloās hands holding up Goose as he hid beneath the table and voice him in a deeper tone. āHello, My name is Senator Goose and we have a crisis on our hands. Too long has this house run dry of my...no, OUR kibbles, and it is time that we take it back! Join me in my cause for kibbles and give this video 100,000 likes so that I may obtain the treats once more.ā The screen then blacked out with a white line followed by a dot as if turning off an old t.v.
āA lot of people love Goose, heās a fan favorite. We dont make as many skits as we did before since the views dont really call for that form of entertainment anymore, but he does make appearances on almost all my videos, especially when I do Mukbangs. He likes to sniff all of the different foods, and sometimes will eat with my and help me answer questions the fans ask. But thats enough about me, what do you do?ā Milo watched as another woman approached the bar and ordered the same as Ray, his straw now sinking deeper into the ice as he sucked out the remaining drink and placed the cup on the counter. Not long after did his ears pick up the sound of glass clanking, the same sound that heās heard time and time again at conventions meaning someone knocked over a party tray. His muscle memory kicked in and reflexively turned on his camera, pointing it towards the sound and zoomed in to catch the commotion of another guest knocking over several wine glasses as a secondary guest threw the tray further away. It was a spectacle to be seen, even if it didnāt make it into his video. He waited a moment longer to see if anything else unfolded and then turned off his camera once more. āSorry, old habits die hard you know? So anyways tell me about you.ā
Demetri stared at the screen as he was halted just in time to not call his parents. There seemed to be quite a few rules to this whole ordeal and he was beginning to wonder if they would just give him a book he could brush up on to know the doās and donātās of being a Demi-god. He began to type out a text to his mum, thinking about asking Aster to take a selfie with him and then promptly realising that it might take years before an approved one finally came about, so he thought better of it. Instead he took a picture of himself with the woods in the background and attempting to hide any hint at the time of day as he had no clue where they were in relation to his family time-wise. The image would surely let his mother know heās safe while the text would alleviate her worries as to where he was going to be for the next day or so.
Hey mum! Just checking in with you, I forgot my phone at home again so Iām borrowing one of the lads phones that Iām with. Ran into him in the forest and we got to talking, turns out I can make friends after all. Anyways, we go to the same school so he offered to take me and i could spend the night at his place and play a few board games or something. Figured you wouldnāt mind given that youāre always telling me to be social and active.
Love, Metri.
Honestly Metri you had me worried sick! How many times must i tell you that you have to bring your phone with you to the woods? You never know what you may encounter. But i suppose it worked out this once as you now have a friend so thatās nice my dear. Be sure to behave and keep me updated if youāre going to stay past the night, otherwise Iāll keep bothering this phone until you do.
Love you tons my sunshine!
He smiled at the text back and deleted the two messages before handing the phone back to Aster, thanking him for allowing to use his phone. The sun was still setting and he figured that they wouldnāt go down for the night till its been dark, and even then shifts of sleep would be the best bet given the monsters that lurked at night. A spar seemed like a decent idea, time to practice his skills in combat against another Demi-god rather than just the lumbering oaf of monsters that visited his woods. He thought long and hard on how best to approach the matter seeing as how his powers werenāt exactly combative, opting for a mind game instead. Seeing a duplicate of yourself was certainly unnerving and so Demetri figured that transforming into the Ares kid with which heād spar with might give him an advantage in the fight. He stood there and thought of his visage, then the thought of his damned blue eyes kicked in and Demetri accidentally let his guise down for a second, revealing his electric blue eyes before the finally adjusted and shifted into a replica of the Ares kid. āThis should be funā
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