So, all the Guardians kids are Tony, Penelope, Sapphira, and Malcom?
Looks like we have a "coincidental" team being assigned by the Captain, no?
Looks like we have a "coincidental" team being assigned by the Captain, no?
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It is certainly not 'optimal', but it *is* doable, depending on what you want to do with it. You could go swords or valor bard and play them more like a warrior with some magical ability
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"Trent what the- fuck it. I don't know why I bother sometimes." Galahad groaned as Trent began dancing around. The boy tired him out sometimes- which was an ironic thing to call him, because they were all within a year of each other, but sometimes he felt more like Trent's caretaker than his peer. Trent was... different, than the others. Everyone saw mist in their own way, though it wasn't unheard of for several people to share the same view. Several saw it as colors, or as twinkling lights, others like Galahad, felt the mist more than saw it. For Galahad, the mist felt like water or clay, something for him to mold and bend to his will- in fact, part of his considerable talent for magic came from how easy it was to quickly translate actions with the mist to actions in reality.
Trent on the other hand was the other way around- unlike others who saw or felt the mist, he heard it. The fact that he was a mage at all was quite impressive- it was no easy undertaking to be able to translate the sounds of mist into actions in reality. As Trent laid down, trying to get catch his breath, Galahad approached him and thwapped him on the temple. Galahad had tried many ways to get Trent off of his "high" over the years. He found that the simplest- and most gratifying, was a blow to the temple. While normally not enough to break a dedicated spellcaster's concentration, while in his "high", a blow would sufficiently cut Trent off from the Mist long enough for him to recollect his surroundings. Trent would be fine for a while, so Galahad let him catch his breath whilst he set up the security systems himself.
Breathing deeply, Galahad opened his eyes and saw the world, no different than how he normally saw it, but now, he could feel currents of the Mist swirling around the world. Some of it swirled around like uncontrollable gas, some sat muddled in once place like muddy clay. Galahad reached out for the muddy clay and molded it into a tiny bead, with which he packed a complex spell into. The spell itself was fairly standard for most WARDENs, it was the specifics of the spell that made it difficult. The spell beads created a perimeter, that projected an invisible field between each individual bead. The spell was weaved specifically for each squad, to allow members of that particular WARDEN team to pass through without tripping the alarm, whereas any other living being would. Galahad went about his business, systematically placing the beads in a wide circle around their camp. Luckily enough, this spell- like most of Galahad's iterations on spells, were mostly self-powered once created, and used ambient the ambient mist to keep them sustained for several hours at a time. Galahad preferred this method to limit the amount of mist he exposed himself to. While his tolerance for mist was abnormally large compared to most, it still never hurt to be careful, especially with something as dangerous as the mist.
"All done here." Galahad said plainly, as he watched Setzer start climbing up a tree in a fashion comparable to a large ape that one would find in a zoo- if Rassvet still had zoos. Most large creatures were relegated to controlled animal preserves.
"Where's he- oh." Galahad began to ask and answered all at once, as he saw the ship crashing out of the sky.
"That's a Vangar ship, right?" asked Lee. "The hell's it doing all the way out of here?"
"Its not one of ours," Galahad mused, "way too big, too unwieldy. Looks more like a luxury civilian liner than a combat vessel." he added as he watched the vessel slowly fall out of the sky. It had too few weapons to be a military vessel, and the aircraft chasing it had no difficulty shooting it down. Zimmy noted another smaller object separating from the vessel, and several of them checked their phones for service- to no avail. Galahad didn't bother checking his phone, if theirs didn't work, his probably didn't either. "Cell tower's probably got hit by the ship, disrupted by the mist explosion, or something is jamming it."
Gideon recommended the group saddle up and go search for survivors, which was of course, the logical course of action. Even if they were Vangar, it was unlikely that they were military personnel, and even if they were, it was the humanitarian thing to do, enemy or not. They were best served mounting up on their truck and taking it closer, where they could then search on foot, as Gideon suggested, it'd also be smart for them to look at the escape pod that Zimmy saw. They'd probably be able to split up into groups after they got closer.
Pulling his jacket around him, Galahad tapped at his side, where a small hard leather case rested, filled with dense tungsten marbles, somewhat relieved that he had brought it. Luckily for him, even if he didn't bring his sidearm, Galahad, as a mage, was always armed.
"And here I thought nothing interesting would happen this trip."
Trent on the other hand was the other way around- unlike others who saw or felt the mist, he heard it. The fact that he was a mage at all was quite impressive- it was no easy undertaking to be able to translate the sounds of mist into actions in reality. As Trent laid down, trying to get catch his breath, Galahad approached him and thwapped him on the temple. Galahad had tried many ways to get Trent off of his "high" over the years. He found that the simplest- and most gratifying, was a blow to the temple. While normally not enough to break a dedicated spellcaster's concentration, while in his "high", a blow would sufficiently cut Trent off from the Mist long enough for him to recollect his surroundings. Trent would be fine for a while, so Galahad let him catch his breath whilst he set up the security systems himself.
Breathing deeply, Galahad opened his eyes and saw the world, no different than how he normally saw it, but now, he could feel currents of the Mist swirling around the world. Some of it swirled around like uncontrollable gas, some sat muddled in once place like muddy clay. Galahad reached out for the muddy clay and molded it into a tiny bead, with which he packed a complex spell into. The spell itself was fairly standard for most WARDENs, it was the specifics of the spell that made it difficult. The spell beads created a perimeter, that projected an invisible field between each individual bead. The spell was weaved specifically for each squad, to allow members of that particular WARDEN team to pass through without tripping the alarm, whereas any other living being would. Galahad went about his business, systematically placing the beads in a wide circle around their camp. Luckily enough, this spell- like most of Galahad's iterations on spells, were mostly self-powered once created, and used ambient the ambient mist to keep them sustained for several hours at a time. Galahad preferred this method to limit the amount of mist he exposed himself to. While his tolerance for mist was abnormally large compared to most, it still never hurt to be careful, especially with something as dangerous as the mist.
"All done here." Galahad said plainly, as he watched Setzer start climbing up a tree in a fashion comparable to a large ape that one would find in a zoo- if Rassvet still had zoos. Most large creatures were relegated to controlled animal preserves.
"Where's he- oh." Galahad began to ask and answered all at once, as he saw the ship crashing out of the sky.
"That's a Vangar ship, right?" asked Lee. "The hell's it doing all the way out of here?"
"Its not one of ours," Galahad mused, "way too big, too unwieldy. Looks more like a luxury civilian liner than a combat vessel." he added as he watched the vessel slowly fall out of the sky. It had too few weapons to be a military vessel, and the aircraft chasing it had no difficulty shooting it down. Zimmy noted another smaller object separating from the vessel, and several of them checked their phones for service- to no avail. Galahad didn't bother checking his phone, if theirs didn't work, his probably didn't either. "Cell tower's probably got hit by the ship, disrupted by the mist explosion, or something is jamming it."
Gideon recommended the group saddle up and go search for survivors, which was of course, the logical course of action. Even if they were Vangar, it was unlikely that they were military personnel, and even if they were, it was the humanitarian thing to do, enemy or not. They were best served mounting up on their truck and taking it closer, where they could then search on foot, as Gideon suggested, it'd also be smart for them to look at the escape pod that Zimmy saw. They'd probably be able to split up into groups after they got closer.
Pulling his jacket around him, Galahad tapped at his side, where a small hard leather case rested, filled with dense tungsten marbles, somewhat relieved that he had brought it. Luckily for him, even if he didn't bring his sidearm, Galahad, as a mage, was always armed.
"And here I thought nothing interesting would happen this trip."
@Hexaflexagon Trent and Ardin are in this RP? Who's next? Captain Marquis?
Oh shoot, I completely forgot that I had to post for this ._.
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will get something up soonish
uhhh
will get something up soonish
So I've kinda likened the Fitzroy Wolfpack to a the supernatural equivalent of a Fraternity on campus, so the "colors and letters" are frat colors/letters, not gang colors/letters... for whatever difference that makes.
"And when the proverbial shit inevitably hits the fan, I'll be there to back you up- and subsequently deal with Rickard." Tony replied with a lazy yawn. As much as Tony chided Penelope for starting fights with the local hooligans, Tony got into fights almost as often as she did- usually it was to back her up, because there was no way he wouldn't back up his partner, even if she was starting the fight unnecessarily. If she started a fight, they were finishing on top, and they'd figure out what to tell the Captain after they were out of trouble. Tony still had the sinking feeling that a fight was inevitably going to happen tonight, despite any attempted intervention on his part. There were going to be a lot of freshman, and plenty of drunk kids willing and ready to take advantage of one another tonight- including the Fitzroy pack, and knowing Penelope, she'd try to break up each and every one of those. Tossing and catching his cube with his hand, he made a mental note to change a few of the cubes out for cold iron before they left.
"Well, cafeteria then? While, I don't particularly care for the cafeteria food-" Tony said with a stretch. "I'm too hungry to bother walking all the way into town."
The trip to the cafeteria was short, and quick- conversation was minimal, mostly minute details about the party and how they were planning on getting there together. The cafeteria itself was relatively empty, most of the new students were exploring the halls to find their classes, and most of the upperclassmen were still asleep. A few cliques occupied tables in the cafeteria, and the conversation was a dull roar. Luckily, fewer people meant shorter lines, and Tony was in and out of the line with a breakfast sandwich and apple in all but 10 minutes.
As the two of them looked for a place to sit, Tony elbowed Penelope lightly, gesturing with his chin across the cafeteria. "Look, its our favorite people." he noted, referring to a group of shifters sitting in the corner. They wore the colors and letters of the Fitzroy Wolfpack, and while some of the younger members noticed Tony and waved, some of the older members regarded the two auxiliaries with dark glares.
"Well, they're not all bad.." Tony muttered, reasoning with himself more than Penelope. Some of the wolfpack were decent fellas, hell Tony even liked several of them, but for each one he was friendly with, there was another that he wasn't such a fan of. Darrel, the current pack lieutenant in particular despised Tony ever since a fight they got into freshman year. He looked at Penelope, and made a ubiquitous, "lets go" gesture towards another table.
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"Well, cafeteria then? While, I don't particularly care for the cafeteria food-" Tony said with a stretch. "I'm too hungry to bother walking all the way into town."
The trip to the cafeteria was short, and quick- conversation was minimal, mostly minute details about the party and how they were planning on getting there together. The cafeteria itself was relatively empty, most of the new students were exploring the halls to find their classes, and most of the upperclassmen were still asleep. A few cliques occupied tables in the cafeteria, and the conversation was a dull roar. Luckily, fewer people meant shorter lines, and Tony was in and out of the line with a breakfast sandwich and apple in all but 10 minutes.
As the two of them looked for a place to sit, Tony elbowed Penelope lightly, gesturing with his chin across the cafeteria. "Look, its our favorite people." he noted, referring to a group of shifters sitting in the corner. They wore the colors and letters of the Fitzroy Wolfpack, and while some of the younger members noticed Tony and waved, some of the older members regarded the two auxiliaries with dark glares.
"Well, they're not all bad.." Tony muttered, reasoning with himself more than Penelope. Some of the wolfpack were decent fellas, hell Tony even liked several of them, but for each one he was friendly with, there was another that he wasn't such a fan of. Darrel, the current pack lieutenant in particular despised Tony ever since a fight they got into freshman year. He looked at Penelope, and made a ubiquitous, "lets go" gesture towards another table.
@Nightfury Kat
Everything Nightfury Kat said about your Dragon questions is correct, except for the boiling water breath. Dragons only breathe fire, that it.
Not even broiling hot steam?
Wow lol, Alason is a bit of a dick. Lolol
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