Zombehs

Threads of Power

Damien couldn’t help but chuckle at the fear, or at very least caution, evident in the two leaders’ eyes. Was the leadership really so disjointed that one had no idea what the other planned? Evidently the General had not expected his presence, while the two rulers seemed quite afraid of the raven-cloaked man. It was hilarious to see these individuals so worked up over people one of their own had brought before them. Shaking his head slowly, he continued to wait for an actual explanation as to why they were here, though he already had his suspicions. He wasn’t blind nor deaf in his travels after all, and the last few months had been interesting to put mildly.

'That accent though.' He himself spoke a number of languages, and Damien was sure he had no where close to as heavy as an accent as the raven-haired lady did in any of them. It was an idle thought, but one that he entertained since it was somewhat amusing to hear amidst all the other mundane sensations. There wasn't any one that was visually striking amongst the group save maybe for the General given his large size, but Damien had seen bigger and badder. And while the accent wasn't something he'd never heard before, it was quite unusual anywhere in Central Pantos; maybe at the edges of the kingdom or in its neighboring countries.

As suspected, the reason the dozen of them had been called was due to the influx in criminal or “evil” activities throughout the kingdom. He was no hero or valiant knight, so he hadn’t really cared to deal with the problems even if he had noticed them. Whispered conversations in taverns, idiots who thought he was a noble of some sort due to his retinue of two, malicious acts in the shadows of alleys, and most importantly, the tormented cries of the recently deceased. To someone who travelled as far and wide, and as constantly as Damien did, it would have been much odder for him to not notice something was amiss.

Grabbing the small ornate amulet out of the air, he opened his palm to look at the pieces. While interesting, he quickly pocketed the piece and pushed aside the thoughts of how easily this “authority” could be abused. He’d save that for later, after this situation lost his interest, when the mystery and curtains had been stripped away and the plot at hand revealed. He cared little for the rewards and titles the two would bestow on the others, he didn’t give a damn about saving their nation from ruin, and he was confident he’d survive if whatever was lurking about did rise up. Like the General had so helpfully pointed out, Necromancers were considered some of the vilest magic users around. It wouldn’t have surprised him if some had already aligned themselves against Pantos. Of course, he kept that all to himself and kept quiet as he listened to the four give their spiel.

Perhaps it was a bit inappropriate but Damien chuckled once more at the queen’s urgent plea. He knew it earned him no points amongst those here, but her message just struck a certain spot with the Necromancer that caused him to feel utterly nothing despite the emotion and purpose behind her words. He felt no need to answer the four though, since he’d taken their amulet hadn’t he? He’d do their dirty work for them for as long as it fancied him to do so, and if they didn’t understand that then maybe the Lady Ophelia should have watched him for a bit longer.

★Two Sides of the End☆

As usual for the weekday, Clark was at school and attending class like a student should be rather than doing something “interesting” with his time. He wasn’t exactly the ideal student, fiddling around with apps on his tablet almost as much as he used it for notes by the window side. but generally the teachers took what they could get from the Aspects. He did wonder where the Academy had found such teachers though. Some of them looked and acted more like mercenaries than civilians, including the one currently teaching his class. Miss. Heid, science department, good at teaching and getting points across, doesn’t really try to connect with students, carries herself like a combatant at times. That was about all Clark could really tell about her, and though he was curious about the staff that taught at the school he never really tried to pry further. He couldn’t imagine them simply being “regular” teachers, not if they had been posted to an island to watch over and educated children with the power of myths, but it was for that reason he also never tried to dig deeper.

The lunch bell rang just then, its shrill ringing no doubt waking any students that had fell asleep and bringing an end to the first half of the school day. The teacher wished the class a good lunch as usual before leaving the room and the students to their own devices, to which Clark sighed. He didn’t really dislike any of the teachers at the Academy, but he couldn’t help but be suspicious of authority figures on the island. Pushing those conspiracy theory worthy thoughts away for now, he focused on the present. While some hung back in the classroom to chat and socialize, Clark followed a sizable group of his classmates down to the cafeteria. Coming down from the fourth floor, talk was basically about whatever topic was brought up and he joined in with whatever rumors or information he had come across. The biggest talked about topic was the Duel that had happened between members of the cabals of Xerxes and Vlad recently. Apparently it’d been big enough that a member of the Knights of the Round had stepped in to interfere. Clark couldn’t say if the gossip was truth or not, but it was interesting to hear about at the least.

When the group reached the cafeteria though, it mostly dispersed as students fell away to meet with friends in other grades or to grab their food. Given the cafeteria provided a wide selection, even if the one portion rule made deciding exactly what to have somewhat difficult at times, it was rare that he and his classmates would stick together once inside. He didn’t particularly mind what he ate as long as it wasn’t disgusting, and so Clark always chose whichever line was the shortest. Today it just happened to be the sandwich and soup line, and he found himself falling in step with a familiar face as he approached the station.

“Hey, Keepa.”

And the Dead Shall Rise

Expression tightening as the single Walker that noticed him, Alex changed his path so that he was heading towards the incoming creature. He moved at about the same pace, keeping his wits about him so the situation would escalate. While one or two weren’t too much trouble in close-quarters, things could get hairy really quickly if he let more join in. While he certainly could have walked away from the creature, a dead Walker was always good in his books. With his crowbar at the ready, Alex stepped into range, careful to give himself some room if somehow he messed this up.

RWBY - Return to Niflheim

Waiting.

Grand Quest Offline

Mushi couldn’t help but grin when the Scroll vanished in a show of light and the information within flowed into him. Sighing as the dots just seemed to connect in his mind, he quickly realized he had an understanding of how to utilize the spell [Flame Hands], and it was frankly amazing. The sensation wasn’t really explainable, but he’d probably describe it as an epiphany of some sort as he simply realized how he could use his Mana in another way.

With that done, he picked up the 1,000 Sens Sumato had left for him before turning to the rest of the party. He wasn’t sure if they were done splitting whatever loot had been dropped, but he felt that the several minutes he’d spent pouring over the Scroll had been enough to recover most if not all the MP he had expended in the previous encounter. Voicing his idea, he asked the others, “Shall we continue?” to which most seemed to agree.

Walking into the adjoining hallway, Mushi was at the front of the group with the torch to light their way ahead. Soon enough they reached another room, where the door slammed shut just like the first. Instead of enemies though, four stone stands stood in the center of the room. Realizing what it was on sight, before the voice could even ring out, Mushi was already saying, “Don’t. Touch. Anything.” After the voice had said its part, Mushi turned to the others and said, “Well. let’s start looking around. Someone else take the torch though, I have a spell that I can use for light.”

And the Dead Shall Rise

Wrenching his weapon free from the corpse with a squelch, he glanced around to survey his surroundings once more before continuing along his way. Giving himself as much clearance as he could from the many hiding spaces littering the street, Alex moved a bit slower now as he checked for any surprises. He figured the rifle lady would probably have already left the scene as quickly as she could, but not having a repeat of the incident that just happened was a bigger concern for him.

Grand Quest Offline

Nodding, he returned the Scroll for his own, and began to examine it in detail. He was fairly certain the group wouldn’t be moving on for at least a few minutes to give people a chance to regenerate whatever HP and MP they had spent. Rather than stand around for those, he figured he’d try and learn the skill [Flame Hands]. While he did notice Sumato pocket about half of the dropped Sens, he made no move to pick up whatever she had left behind. He couldn’t really, not without stopping the, frankly more important, task at hand.

★Two Sides of the End☆

Anderiel said But you're Santa and therefore are burdened with the pleas for gifts and goods.

Please. She can plea as much as she want, unless GGG gets a serious upgrade, she ain't getting no gold.

★Two Sides of the End☆

Anderiel said
There's edible gold, I think I read that somewhere. As for Aislinn, Cath would probably feel some connection to her since their divine spirits are similar, and Keepa too.

Right, gold leaf. Fairly worthless though, if pretty. Wouldn't be drawn out either as it's purpose was decoration rather than being eaten.

★Two Sides of the End☆

Anderiel said
Me and RNGsus are pals, I feel the odds are in my favor.
Nonetheless, she'd still like Clark because there's "A chance of something good." therefore, she'd use him like a slot machine.
"Clark, can I try my odds today?"
"No, leave me alone."
"I'm feeling lucky, maybe instead of coal it'll be a solid gold ingot."

"That's not how my Xeno works."

"As far as you know."