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Uh, I haven't been working on one yet. Jolly isn't going to post?
Technically you're the one making the rolls. Thank you dear GM!

EDIT: O_O the number of skills. And the epic rolls.
She actually didn't do much... or rather, she did something instead of just going with the group and helping only when absolutely necessary. It's a small step but the first step.
T_T I'm so proud of you, Adeline. I'm not sure if it's because I've been playing more outgoing/pro-active characters in other RPs, but I've finally made Adeline step up for once. Is it too soon for her to change out of her cowardly and negative personality? ...maybe not, since I've been playing her for so long.
The Clayman's Finale


In the chaos, she had forgotten about the researchers. They were in absolute panic, hollering about leaving the place instead of pushing forward as Salia suggested. Instinctively she agreed with them- this place was too dangerous. What could they possibly do when they reach Dr. Valenci? Her hesitation was broken by Sonneillon, who said, "A spirit named Ladon has contacted me. A White Queen is here, with reinforcements. It recommends to continue our mission."

"The White Queen?!" Adeline exclaimed, flabbergasted. The situation was far more dire than she had thought. The Library did not mobilized its Queens for minor squabbles. "Why the hell did Liaison send us in here when they were going to dispatch a Queen?"

Salia shouted at the researches to calm them down. She couldn't tell how convinced they were, but it had to do.

 "Sonneillon, please protect our backs as we move back!" the woman added. Sonneillon merely looked in Salia's direction, as if she had said something utterly idiotic. Adeline rolled her eyes. "Put me down. Now!"

Her spirit abided, planting her gently on the ground. Adeline looked up at the giant monster. When had she gained the courage to look into its inky darkness? Sonneillon was a nightmare of a beast, but it had done nothing but protect her through countless dangers. Somewhere along the way it had gained her trust.

"Grab the researchers instead. Keep them safe. And follow Salia's request!" she ordered, and ran to keep up with Salia. They hadn't covered much distance before a man's voice hailed them from a distance. The White Queen's reinforcements, she presumed. Adeline did not recognize the voice but Salia did, responding cheerfully. From a corridor a man with blonde, spiky hair appeared, his longcoat flapping behind him as he ran. Her spirits lifted slightly at the addition of another holder.

"Alright then, let's press on!"
Gonna continue letting Sasha do sneak attacks whenever possible to level that sweet assassination skill. Can't wait to learn magic though.
Ren transferred them into another pseudo-space by saying several key phrases. Assuming the boy wasn't lying, all of them had the potential to learn the same skills. The new pseudo-space was similar to the previous, except for the presence of Imps. There was a cluster of the small red creatures within view. Sasha licked her lips.

"Time for some grinding," Ren said, and proceeded to sprint towards the imp. He held up his hand and a bright blue orb shot out of it like a bullet. It struck an Imp square in the chest and punched through cleanly, defeating it in an instant. He fired another one, but it merely injured the second Imp. Seems like he got a lucky shot off on the first try, but it was obvious a difference of eight levels was a big deal.

At the same moment Ren killed the Imp, a window popped up. It read, 'Your Level has gone up by 1'. Sasha dismissed it. The fact that she leveled up without doing anything meant that exp was shared in a party. With how things are turning out, anything that was common in mmorpgs would most likely apply to the gamer system.

Sasha joined the fray as the other guys rushed forward. Instead of meeting them head on, Sasha ducked to the side, running along the side of the school building where the pillars and shrubbery hid her from sight. She had always been a cloak-and-dagger player in video games, preferring stealth and ambushes over a direct confrontation. There was no reason it wouldn't work in real life, especially since she didn't have the athleticism to win in a fair fight.

She burst out of cover from behind, her heart already beating wildly. She really needed to work out more often, she thought as she brought her baseball bat down on an Imp. Ren and the guy's charge had taken their full attention, leaving them open to a side-attack.
Going to post for Clayman's sometime today.

EDIT: .....or not. Tomorrow, I promise!
She's just not above doing such things. She wouldn't go overboard, but a little flirting to get some favor is ok with her. She's not lesbian though, so there's not going to be any yuri action here. xD
Rendezvous Crash


The town was in a complete uproar when they arrived. Vologhn had not been expecting this. He had seen distrust in many places of the world towards their kind, but not to this degree. It was almost like stepping into enemy territory. He shook his head. No, he was naïve. They were stepping directly into enemy territory. There were bottles being thrown at him, but the sloppy projectiles were easily to evade.

How were they going to proceed with the mission when the entire town was against them? There were too many eyes in this place, and Vologhn didn't like being watched. He couldn't hide. A spider who couldn't conceal itself would let their prey elude them. This was going to be very hard.

Before he could even come up with a course of action, a bottle sailed through the air towards them and struck Bishop right on the side of her head. She reeled from the hit, unbalanced, and fell into his arms. There was blood pouring down the side of her head, and she muttered something before going limp.

"Bishop!" he exclaimed, holding her up. Anger flared throughout his body. Vologhn glared at the citizens of Calacany, trying to find the culprit. There were too many people. It could have been any one of them… he should capture them all.

No. Logic made him stop in his tracks. To retaliate would be declaring war against the whole city. They needed to get off the streets, and move more discreetly through the place. Vologhn pulled Bishop into a side alley, where they had a small amount of cover from the jeering mob. Andre drew his weapon and warned the crowd with a resounding command. Vologhn motioned for him to stand down.

"Don't shoot them. How many civilians do you want to accidently kill?!" Vologhn chided. He examined Bishop's wound. It wasn't a serious wound, he surmised, but she was still unconscious. Had the impact rocked her brain? Vologhn quickly weaved a handful of soft threads and began wrapping her wound up. He lacked first aid supplies, but in a past mission he had found out that his threads were surprisingly good bandage material. Being woven out of pure mana made it perfectly sterile.

"Let's move quickly through the alleys," Vologhn said to Andre. "We can make it to the location Alexander had given through this road. I can incapacitate anyone who tries to stop us with my threads."
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