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    Writing, Raman, Cajun Bull Fighting On High Hrothgar, Chilling out, maxin, relaxin all cool (And all shootin some B Ball outside of the schoo)
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  1. Djinn&Juice

    Respect that Makes Calamity

    The world had changed since he been incarcerated! He couldn't believe how much...life there was! Those wonderful women who had saved him possessed a curious way of accepting greatitude. He didn't quite understand it, but at least they seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. Nature had become so vibrant, and the soil had never felt so rich. He often wondered in the dark if he had simply stopped existing. It was a literal breath of fresh air to be proven wrong! He felt guilty for giving that handsome man such a hard time. He couldn't miss his chance at freedom. The world was far too intoxicating for that! He had been dropped off in an unknown land with only a brief memory of the land long before. How long had it been? He had lost count of a hundred...but a hundred what? Days? Years? Decades? He couldn't quite remember! It had been such a long time since had even thought about time! His aberrational worms sinking into the ground, farther and farther they went as he assessed the geography around in his vicinity. The two who had been tracking him seeing an opportunity to approach him as his robed form now stood stationary; Head looking to the sky. Rian found that there was a stillness about this creature unseen prior. It was as though he had been frozen in this position. Flora and Fauna as lively as ever, despite the strange aberration that still still underneath a large oak tree, and as they approached the hooded figure. His head snapped silently toward their direction; Sunlight blooming across the forest and revealing a mass of slow writhing worms where a face should have been. A pair of golden tortoise shell glasses acting as the only discernible feature underneath his hood; without any visible eyes behind them. Rian's words of vibrant optimism were met with a languishing silence for what felt like several moments too long before He Reciprocated the gesture in kind; shaking Rian's hand. He would find that this wasn't simply a hand covered in worms...but rather it was a mass of worms in the shape of a hand. They were cold and surprisingly dry; an unexpected firmness to his shake as Jovial laugh escaped through the recesses of Reginald's featureless face. "Mr. Worm Man? How charming! It is a most curious sight I suppose! I believe it to be one of the reasons I was incarcerated. Fear can be a far greater ruler than knowledge a tutor it seems. Oh forgive me! I am Reginald Baldric Ormeya Thaydrenn Lockheed The Fourth! Please call me Reginald. It is an absolute pleasure!" His voice possessing a formal, and pleasant cadence that was a far-cry from the disturbing nature of his very being. His head shifting from Rian to Jorjorean in curiosity. "A deal you say? Well I do hope you aren't here to try and detain me. I suspected my voyage wouldn't be enough distance, but optimism is my strong suit so I am pleased as punch to hear what you are offering good sir!" He said, flourishing his hand to his chest before looking to the sky once more. A warm breeze whisking by; the magentas, blues, and reds of Reginald' cloak billowing behind him as he gave a wistful sigh "The World has gotten far more vibrant since I last existed in it! You wouldn't know when we are would you? And for that matter, where? They say all who wonder are not lost, but I wonder all the time and I certainly haven't found my way around! Such philosophy is poppycock!"
  2. Ouroboros was a club on the rise, it's presence beginning to seep into every dark corner of Valucre. A sanctuary for the sinful possessing anything and everything one could need after a hard day's work. There wasn't discrimination nor judgement, and one of it's many facets of enjoyment comes from The Snakebite. A fighting ring underneath the bar where any potential contenders can earn their name upon the blood-board, and even earnings of all kinds. The ring surrounded by booths with tables for customers who want to watch the spectacle. It was a well ran business that earned a good sum from eager betters and challenging fights alike. Iscariate ran The Snakebite as though it was his own child, and in some cases, it was. He advertised it right alongside the club with soaring success. He had been brawling in the streets of Draco South his entire life, and he could finally put all his boxing skills and street fights to use. It was hard trying to be a professional fighter when you were a fang, and cooked in the sun faster than A politician in a whorehouse. He didn't have to worry about the sun when he was underground, in his ring. It had been quite a long time since he had the chance to fight, and he was eager this time around. He was going to do something special. He was feeling sappy and giving for some reason. "Alright you bloodthirsty fucks! Are you ready for the Snakebite Prize Fight Night??" Cheers immediately surrounded him as he stood within the half a mile wide dirt circle; ropes of chain separating the ring from the spectators. Nica could see him clearly from her position in the crowd. He was a lean dark elf with a head of silvery grey hair, tipped with shades of reds and oranges. His eyes matching with fiery oranges and reds burning along his irises like molten rock as he looked among the crowd with a fervor for battle she could practically taste. He seemed only six foot or so adorned with a wolf mask that was dangling around his neck with a sleeveless chain-maill acting as his only form of tunic; each link shimmering with an aura of some unknown enchantment. His legs covered in grayed leggings that possessed battle scarred greaves; boots in no better condition. The most noticeable Accouterments was A gauntlet that covered his right arm from shoulder to hand; snakes, wolves, and war emblazoned upon it's wrought Iron make. Iscariate looking among the crowd with a salacious grin, fangs protruding proudly. The crowds far more fervent, some of them equipped in cheap armors, chitins, and seeming eager for the event tonight. "Tonight Is a fuckin' special night as you all know in which I myself will be fighting any and all contestants who wish to challenge me, only the trick is that the contestants have to be from the crowd! It's your lucky day you bloodthirsty fucks; Usually you have to fight up the Blood-Board to fight me, but you can bypass all that bullshit and fight me HEAD ON! Your ;prize will be somethin special. Fifty thousand pieces of pure gold, plus....some fuck prize I dunno, BUT if you lose....wellll ill give you an ass whoopin and a hundred free gold anyways so it's really a win-win! So... Who wants their ass kicked first?" @amenities
  3. Djinn&Juice

    A Time for Merriment and Gold

    Marigold hadn't ever understood the military in all it's politically charged behavior. He had seen it time and time again; a militant group under the banner of a singular government corrupted by their own greed and avarice. Military more akin to legal barbarism in his eyes. Antigone's made his skin crawl, and he had once wondered if such enforcement was used in all of the world's governing bodies. He had traveled nearly every corner of the world and found that they were as varied as any other facet of sentient complexity. It only confused him further. Last Chance was the first time he had ever been willingly involved with a military that didn't want him dead or tested upon. The Terran Military possessed a way of handling situations that felt far more streamlined. It seemed that they handled problems and situations with an efficiency he had long since thought had perished with the age of man. Michael was once such man, and possessed a complexity that exhumed his curiosity into the mortal coil. The Imperium was growing everyday, and with it came a progress within the wilds Marigold could only dream of having. He had survived the Abaddon, Roen, Raphael, and risked his life for an obsidian Queen. It had given him his humanity again; he had felt fear when staring into Raphael' merciless eyes, blade intent in making the Ravenspire name once and for all extinct. He couldn't he was still standing. It had graphed upon him a drive he had never known, a determination unfettered by the cruel price he paid to see a woefully powerful entity imprisoned within himself. Laughing Stock could chip all he liked, but with his last breath he would now see to it that he breath the fresh air of living into his soul once again. Michael was his way, this structured military. "The future never looked so bright" The doctor spoke in a hushed tone, watching the troubled child as she slept within the room he had given her here. Arashi understanding the struggles he suffered better than anyone; both tasting the bitter liquor of misery and hopelessness. She brought a chaos that allowed him the excuse to better something, teach someone. He looked on with only the dim light of the hall providing any source of light, slivers of artificial white brightening a few strands of her hair, but otherwise leaving her in the dark of the room. She, much like him, needed structure too. Perhaps this facility will assist in that regard. A function. A purpose. Perhaps Michael knew what to do. Moshra was capable, but she needed a freedom Moshra refused to allow. Her door closing with, but a quieted hum of the door sliding to a close. Marigold contemplating the future as he strolled through a blue lit hall. Xerxes, his recently reconstructed canine following by his side, always. "Marigold, PeaceKeeper Michael here, I wish to have a discussion with you about various matters." The sound of a voice caused his wrist watch to light up, transmitting the directed soundwaves from the grid wall to his device. Marigold grinned as this had been one of the first tests of this function, and he was pleased it was working so well! Marigold raising his wirst with curiosity and answering in kind, speaking into the wrist device. Michael watching a few feet away from the grid wall, as it flashed from blue to green. Sound waves becoming visible in the energy field as a modulated voice spoke was heard. "Salutations Peackeeper! I will be with you momentarily; We have much to discuss" It took only A minute or two for Marigold to arrive at the grid wall. A square outline opening in the wall's field before opening and revealing Marigold himself. He was adorned in a violet trimmed lab coat with the purple shimmering letters A I embroidered upon his lapels. His eyes of the same violet color as he stepped through the open threshold to greet Michael. His grip firm, but possessing no noticeable tensile strength. A titan in the mind, not in the muscle it seemed. Ruby glasses glinting with blue light, the energy of the grid walls humming around them as they spoke. "A pleasure to meet you in person, Peacekeeper Michael. I am Dr. Marigold Orion Ravenspire. Welcome to The Anima Imperium. My Strength, Animated" He spoke with A short bow. Voice cultured from years of formal practice.
  4. Djinn&Juice

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Phew feels like a breath of fresh air knowing our budding little town has survived! Ill read over the thread and give a little reply of my own. SIgrid' incapacitating actually helps explain her lack of involvement in the ending scenes. Now comes the time for recovery and discussion between you and I about the future of Knoles! The third and final phase of Supernerd's Terranus arc is upon us and Marigold is planning on expanding and consolidating his resources, into Knoles.
  5. Djinn&Juice

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    I have missed a great deal it seems I hope Knoles is still standing!
  6. Djinn&Juice

    [Event] Darkness and Havoc - Illyria Arrives

    Name: Marigold Ravenspire Affiliation; Ceyana' Safety Location: Arriving at the docks Conflict had been brewing to a crescendo, and now it was spilling forth onto the very seas it seemed; his eyes scanning the ships that were being assaulted by horrific abominations. They must have come from these portals as well; there was a knot in his stomach as the device attached to his skull began to pulse with intensity amidst the fearful chattering of the survivors around him. Orbiters and more angular abominations stalking the streets with ill intent. The sound of latent screams hanging in the air with hope shriveling away in these poor souls around him. Xerxes crashing into a close building and reeling Marigold back into the fray. The Render his capable canine had been fighting centering focus on the dozens of prey that were that before his insatiable claws. Albert staring down this foe with a wave of nausea that boiled up from his stomach and burned at his esophagus; That voice he had been forced to endure since The Registry had been destroyed; Marigold pressing his fingers against his temples as he tried to counteract the unfortunately timed side effects of his deal. It was more than the usual nagging. This felt...purposeful. The usual violet irises dwelling within his skull twisting vibrant and green. He tasted the air with a different unknowing depth, the scent of the blood soaked city around him almost overwhelming. A familiar sensation combing his heightened senses; his eyes swiveling towards the sea. Xerxes colliding with this terror as Marigold felt as though he were seeing the world in such peculiar detail. Together we could be unstoppable doc; Can...you feel it? The potential? the freedom? The power? It's just so endless! I mean why does anyone reject such a gift? Madness should be embraced! Not Institutionalized. He felt this voice that had once been so centralized in his head...flowing through his blood. It practically bled into his system. It was a feeling that he was all too familiar with. His eyes scanning the sea as he felt this a pull, something within himself yearning through this overwhelming power. Why couldn't he find this source? His manic gaze pouring through the depth of the ocean seemingly endlessly as several of the paranoid souls around him began to regret their choice in savior. Several finding their own ways toward the sea and trying their chances alone whilst Marigold seemed to search for this source. There is nothing out there but desolation and death; you must grow this power if you are to ever break from this mortal shell! You must Feat upon this creature's sanity! Do it Orion. Your father had sought my gifts and possessed the courage enough to let go! HAHAHAHA The damning voice echoed through his very bones, reverberating and intensifying with each pass from his toes to his ears, but this sudden surge of unknown power had given him the foresight into something purposeful here. There was something here. Someone. He couldn't place it due to the ever-growing voice enrapturing his form. It's crescendo trying to overwhelm his senses. This entity was beginning to fight for control. He had to fight back or he knew it would be all lost. His chances at redemption, and chances at any life better than the one he had been scraping together for the past four years. He had to stay in control...but what was this...sensation? His heart quaking as though it knew something he didn't. His body froze in place; The voice grating against his skull silencing immediately. eyes of shimmering, caustic green reverting to a shocked violet. He was a man of science at heart, and if he hadn't experienced the wild adventures and tribulations he had suffered through these past few years. He would have honestly believed he had gone mad, but...the aura...the sensation...the smell. It had all been just out of his grap of remembrance before his eyes had caught sight of her. The woman who he had come here to bury. The woman he had lost his mind for and a force who he had thought dead. There she was...in the flesh. He couldn't believe his eyes, and still wondered if this entity had already taken over. the device had grown silent, no flashing or glowing whatsoever. it had been suppressed by the surge of overwhelming emotion that still calcified him where he stood. Xerxes was still fighting this formidable foe without ceasing; several of his plates damaged, but still moving efficiently and with lethal intent. The chaos of this city fading away as he could only now think about the dream that had sent him. The wealth of stars and planets surrounding him and The Lily of his dream. Had she been real somehow? Guided him here on purpose? What was she doing here? How did she survive? Tears threatened his vision; his body paralyzed amidst the danger he was still surrounded in. It all felt impossible, yet he had seen things only recently that broadened his horizons on what was possible. Logic and hope warring within his quivering chest. This burial was to be his peace. This was to give her memories to Orisia and allow them to bloom in hopes that she could still do what she loved...help Orisia thrive. He felt angry at this notion, perhaps it was merely some illusion capable of surface level mind reading. One didn't have to dig deep into his mind to find her likeness. Could it Really be her? "Could it...truly...be you Lilly?" The sound of grinding and barks breaking his unfettered turmoil; His glasses lighting up with critical warnings as The Render spearing into Xerxes and sent him into the ground . Pieces of metal and oil spattering across the road. Marigold swearing as he looked back toward Lilly, but the vision he had been granted from the entity making her near impossible to see now, but she was there...he hadn't imagined that. His dreams were accurate to all her details due to his idetic memory, but...her eyes were a beauty his mind's eye couldn't have ever replicated, yet...there they had been. Solemn... Marigold swiveling back towards the fight and barking out a single command. He knew it was risky as it was still in the prototype stages, but he didn't have much of a choice. He had been distracted by such unforeseen complications and allowed Xerxes to take unnecessary damage. They were meant to work as a unit, and that was why he had been destroyed last time. Gabriella didn't quite understand the loyalty he could possess at times. It was time to make him him a weapon, not a tool. He had ceased his senseless war with the magical and supernatural forces that populated the world, but he would no longer be terrified of them. His thoughts over Agony.....Rodan...Roen....Raphael....Raphael.... " Registry Modulation Restriction: Disable!" A pulse rippled through Xerxes with an immediate reaction. The Render caring little for such unknown anomilies. His claws slashing at the ground with intent to end Xerxes once and for all. Sparks erupting from a volatile reaction of steel clashing against steel. A clawed hand wreathed in steel with sickly green and red energy swelling into small tanks along his form, altering his entire body. His entire form swelling several feet taller as he hunched into a far more humanoid form. Metal meeting with strange energy based flesh that coexisted with the machinations of circuitry and steel. Xerxes' eyes of beaming red focusing upon this render now, and slashing with a ferocity Xerxes had never quite felt before. He had never quite liked anything like this either, aside from Marigold. Xerxes slamming him into the ground, and ripping him apart. The evolved creation howling to the rupturing sky covered in ichor and a new emotion altogether: Victory. "Aggression levels definitely need to be adjusted it seems..."
  7. Djinn&Juice

    After the Chance

    Perestroika felt lost in his attempts to quell her quaking composure as though any gesture could ease her suffering. The world feeling distant and incomprehensible beyond this steel room. Her head raising from her arms as she looked to Tenkai once more. Her eyes polluted with a green that mirrored her unholy abilities. The stream of questions broiling the already uneasy emotions within her. She didn't understand them all, and felt that he wouldn't just accept a shrug or 'I don't knows' as an appropriate response. "It vasn't a community more as a fucking cult! All of zem vere crazy. I know I'm no saint...but I just do vat I need to for survival. Dredge vas charming, but scary und promised us a home. A place ve could feel normal...but I only felt vorse; zey vere trying to turn me into a monster. I didn't vant to make ze dragons! I just vanted to impress Dredge...to prove zat I vas vorthy to be zere" She said swinging her hand to the side as anger broke the surface of her face. Her eyes lighting up in tandem with her tattoos. "Last Chance vas to be zere aforementioned conquest! New allies in Zat prison, but...zose idiots vere unprepared! Now im stuck here! Alone...again" She barked, slouching back and crossing her arms. Her flare of anger subsiding as she sighed and looked away. She didn't know how this was all going to proceed, but it made her nervous to think about. Her fingers drumming against her arm as a nervous twitch
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Sigrid isn't dead at least!
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    [Event] Darkness and Havoc - Illyria Arrives

    Name: Howlrick Location: Maylark Key Library Objective: Escape "The grooves upon this wood...how old must they be? Years old? Decades?...centuries? Each grain a question the universe has for us and yet the polish traps it's ravenous questions like a silver cage. A beautifully cruel purpose. Are we not books? Shelved in catagories and complicated listing systems no one creature agrees upon? Does that make a librarian a ferryman of destiny? Taking a book from one hand to another? I wonder if a ferryman dreams of being a bookshelf..." His lips always moved in sync with whatever his estranged mind thought upon, whether it was 'necessary' or not; it couldnt be helped. Words cannot exist without lips to form them, without a mind to comprehend their infinite meaning, without a heart to value them. It was his cross to bear; as a Librarian, as a bard, as a stenographer. His life on this planet had been a most interesting experience and being able to catalog the journeys of others? It was a wanderlust he often craved. A new sound amidst the flames and numerous foes quelled his curiosities upon the bookshelf he was saddled against; his fingers roaming it's limitless grooves and wisdom. It was the sound of movement...movement that did not sound the same against the wooden floors. These shoes making a far more purposeful music against the intricate grooves of the wood panels. It was the sweet fortississimo of rescue. The way they creaked? Had to be. A very prominent voice of female enforcement causing him to peak his head out. His eyes of vanilla witnessing a figure of a most interesting beauty barking forth in his direction. She must have seen the orb that he had cast as a distraction. Midian seeing a white haired man with small circular glasses upon a curt nose poke his head out into an aisle and meet her gaze. Eyes of curious vanilla seeming brittle and glass like. "Is it me you are referring to miss mistress? I know not whether I am a friend or foe. I consider myself very friendly, but it is possible you would see me a foe and strike me down. The way your voice strains tells me you are a woman not to be trifled with yes. I am far from a trifle practicioner. My practicum is very friendly." His voice was polite and curious with a dash of unfamiliar social understanding, moving out into the aisles and revealing a monochrome outfit with vest and trousers pleated and pressed. It was a fine outfit, despite it now being tattered and filthy from the abhorrent situation consuming the city. Howlrick moving toward The Mistress curiously. His height only five foot six, yet he didn't seem to shrink or shy away. A legitimite curiosity moving him towars her before stopping several feet away and pointing. The gray orb following in that direction and vanishing around the bookcase. "The exit is this way, it is harder on my own you see. I am thankful a gang is in town. Unless I am a foe. Then ignore what I said and pretend im not here. I shall follow behind you so that you do not assail me" @Zashiii
  10. Djinn&Juice

    After the Chance

    Perestroika didn't look at him at all, even as he pulled something from his back. If he had wanted her dead she already would be, was this just some form of mental torture or something? Her eyes peeking up from her arms as she saw he had set down her pistol. A rough firearm with adhesive bandages acting as a grip. It had been with her when she had woken in the woods. She hardly knew what it was and it took quite awhile to figure it out. Bullets a rare commodity she had to scrounge for or make from scratch using the gifts that excommunicated her. She felt such a strong urge to grab it, she felt it rise up in her throat like acid reflux. She remembered that it was empty...and that this man before her was far more powerful than her. He could stop bullets. That thought alone sent a shiver through her spine. She simply shook her head and sunk back into her comfort cacoon. She didn't know what he was trying to do, but such prominent silence was eating at her. That...eye of his making her squirm in place. She was still understanding her abilities, but she could tell when outside forces were aware of her soul and aura. Her tattooes practically vibrating everytime he looked in her direction. Her eyes lighting up in surprise as she looked at him now. He not only spoke, but asked her legitimate questions. A part of her feeling happy simply from the contact. She couldn't remember the last real conversation she had. His question still had an unforseen gravity. She didnt quite know she was capable of trying to...end it all, and it made her feel physically ill. Perestroika raising her head to look at his visible eye, doing her best to ignore the eyepatch...even if it was sorta goofy. She couldn't help it. She always thought eyepatches made anyone look like a pirate! "Nobody in...particular" She eventually muttered after another several moments of silence "I just...vanted to matter...in general. You city dwellers und street valkers have so many people you pass by! Ignore! If I had just...one! I vas just...sick of living in ze voods alone! Not even memories to varm me up! Zey accepted me and my gifts vithout prejudice!...I didn't vant to be bad-!" She barked out with increasing levels of emotion to the point where tears threatened her vision and a voice crack silenced further response as she pushed her head into her arms, crying once more as she remembered such terrible things. Dredge was charming and made her feel like a woman...not a monster, but she didn't expect how bad that had gone. She was certainly paying for it now.
  11. Djinn&Juice

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    I have some breathing room finally hah If it's easier to skip me than just do so! Sigrid is down for the count. This'll be interesting if she dies Louise will be heartbroken 😢 Not the children ughhh
  12. Djinn&Juice

    [Event] Darkness and Havoc - Illyria Arrives

    Name: Marigold Affiliation: Perturbed Protector Location: River's Crossing Financial District, heading toward shore Objective: Rescue and Evacuation He loathed the familiarity of having the world writhe under his feet and try to swallow him whole; It was all chaos wasn't it? Life? The pursuit of one's happiness and dreams? It was impossible to try and plan out such maddening quantifications and he found himself...rolling with the punches. It was almost freeing. Granted; the three orbiting spheres of unknown danger were did not aid in such whimsical thinking, and he instead focused on the matter at hand. He swung his hand out and launched a small cube like device, flinging at where one of these blasted creatures would position themselves if his calculations on their strange behavior were correct. Xerxes following this plqn without doubt; leaping off Marigolds back and piercing an Orbiter with his crystalline tail. The pieces of his Registry scattered across Xerxes' tail beginning to glow a dull red as information began to read out across The doctor' glasses. A white light erupting from the cube, swelling around another one of these creatures and frying any of it's mwchanical systems. "A successful test on the EMP I suppose" He muttered. The third, however had switched rotation and met Marigold' blindspot, ramming into his side and sending him into an abandoned stall. He felt pain wrack from his side and causing his vision to blur as the world went white for a moment. The dream that had sent him on this journey finding purchase in the forefront of his vision. He saw her there...amidst the stars, the universe...among the endless possibilities. Hot tears burning his cheeks as he chuckled; Despite claiming he had lost everything when she passed away...here he was. He still possessed a will to live, and that was something that was too stubborn to fade away with everything else. He rose up from the debris, and swung his cane with a motorised revving. Xerxes had destroyed and catalogued the creature he was sent to destroy, but the final danger had set it's attention upon the small crowd of survivors he had amassed. A woman screaming and holding up her arms as she was met with something that had every intention of destroying her, but all she was met with was the sound of shattered glass as the orbiter fell into a heap of slag. Marigold blowing at the end of his smoking cane; the blips of light along it's surface dimming. "Functional prototype at least, alright everyone. We don't have any time really so follow Xerxes and ill remain at the rear" he called to the dozen or so people as Xerxes set the pace with marching forward and scanning for hostiles. Marigold at the back, cursing his prosthetic. He hadn't had enough time to get used to it fully and knew it still needed more upgrades. It was a start at least, or the last time he had to worry about it if this interdimentional disaster didn't cease. Marigold and the small band he had gathered finding their way to the scenic vistas of the brilliant ocean before them; only it was now a massacre. His eyes trained on the coast as he whistled for Xerxes to scan the horizon. It seemed these rifts hadnt spawned forth too far from the shore. If they could acquire some seacraft, tearing his coat off and climbing a collapsed building to get a better look over the entire scene. "Xerxes...Aegis mode. Protect these people...any physical matches on our foes or their genetic patterns should be annihilated on sight." He commanded. His glasses magnifying as he continued to overlook any possible escape routes. They had to keep moving. Name: Howlrick Affiliation: Orisian Librarian League Location: River's Crossing Financial District, Maylark Key Library Objective: ??? "Such intricacies in your design. What god made you I wonder? One who found comfort in a similar color palette. Do the gods dream in color?...Does that make the color blind sinners? Does that make green a holy prophet? How curious" He shook himself from his philosophy; being distracted by one of his favorite motivational posters. The library was being surrounded, and he supposed he needed to figure out an escape route. He had shown his patrons to the cellar where an underground passage existed...but it was far too dusty down there for his liking. He had the worst sinuses at times. He stuck low to ground as these peculiar anomalies moved through the rows of books, another creature long and angular marching forward and seeming to actively hunt for anything alive here. His greyed gaze sparkling with curiosity. Were these Aliens? Beings existing in these orbs of darkness. Demons? He hadn't ever seen one, but they were said to have spade tails and horns...or were they the ones that sold you insurance? He couldn't be sure...but he had felt there arrival and he always trusted his forebodings. Howlrick rolling or crawling from one bookshelf end to another, moving as slow as he could, doing his best not to be distracted by any deep methodical thoughts that could distract from his escape plan. The sound of the larger humanoid creature closer than he felt comfortable, hearing it's footsteps from only two aisles away. His mind ruminating on what this creature sought. Was it simply killing anything it came in contact with? Was it following the orders of an alien hierarchy? Was it just there equivalent to a dog? Perhaps it knew how to fetch then. Howlrick conjuring a dull grey orb, pulsing in slow intervals. His finger pointing toward the opposite end of the library; the orb following that direction immediately...and a screeching mass of death following with it. Howlrick immediately clamoring across the ground and toward the front entrance. He hoped it would be distracted for long enough, otherwise he would be added to the obituaries....although he couldn't help but find that fascinating.
  13. Djinn&Juice

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    ill be replying tonight! Sorry football season is starting and its been crazy at work! Forgive my spoittiness!
  14. Djinn&Juice

    Darkness and Havoc [Apocalyptic Event in Ceyana]

    Oh god It will be an unbelievable experience if Marigold sees her
  15. Djinn&Juice

    Darkness and Havoc [Apocalyptic Event in Ceyana]

    Howlrick has survivors coming @Tyler and @ourlachesism! His library is in shambles, but he will help where he can!
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