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    supernal got a reaction from Rabbit in The Heavy Hand (Outpost 4?)   

    Caden announced in his colorful way, after being brought up short by Ivan so he could avoid stepping on an arcane landmine. He brought his foot back down to settle somewhere firmly outside the boundaries of the sigil's scope.

    "I'll keep an eye out but I'm not a damn rattlesnake. There's only so much I can see. Keep a few of those flying little shits around my shoulder then, just in case. Oh and as you look around, take anything that you think is valuable. Gold. Fancy components. Whatever. They don't need to know exactly what we're looking for."

    He continued rifling through drawers and cabinets and shelves, but also did something that was just for himself and his own agenda; he left minute traces of textile fibers, and faded imprints of a magical spell. Both of which were proprietary to a certain criminal group . . . a group that was not Caden's. Close inspection, for which Caden would monitor the event long after they were done today and prompt in the right direction as needed, would point to the Dead. Whatever happened with Ivan and Dara and Kaiser, he wanted the burden of suspicion to fall onto their skeletal shoulders. Even the flash-masks the two of them wore currently to obscure their features left those same faint traces.

    Then he returned to the search proper.

    Like Ivan, Caden checked for buttons and levers that might reveal a panel or move a painting or another staircase. But he was coming up short on the usual avenues. When Ivan described the kind of thing Dara was looking for, he had only one word to say.


    And then a few more, bringing a finger to tap a rhythm on his chins as a symbolic way of hammering out the kinks in his thought process.

    "Think like the mark, right? If I was a hotshot Druid I wouldn't hide anything here. Not here here. I'd hide it here-adjacent, just out of sight and out of reach, like how I might cipher text inside of a regular letter. I'm just guessing here, but can you astral project, or have something that can do so for you? I bet you it's in here somewhere and we just gotta knock it loose."

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    supernal got a reaction from AngryCacti in General chat thread   
    We probably headshotted all the other ones that tried before hand 
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    supernal reacted to Mickey Flash in Back at it again   
    Hello Fantasmal.   I believe I remember that we were in a thread together once upon a time ago, when I first started on Valucre.  It's nice to see someone return from that time.  Welcome back to Val.  
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    The Boys
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    Sometime tomorrow or over the weekend, depending on when I get availability, I’m going to bring the site down for a little while to back it up, upgrade the software and themes and plugins, and see about shrinking the database some too
    Save your posts in case you end up trying to post just as the site goes down. See you on the other side 
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    supernal reacted to Meraxa in A Cure For What Aleth You (Interest Check - Enrele)   
    - Shelly is doing that, yes. Roof tiles specifically, and she's aiming to grab Dauner's face
    - Also yes. Specifically, while he blocked five out of six of Emile's shots, he couldn't actually stop the sixth, and the parasite didn't even really register it because Caeceila kept it occupied. It then bled out, and because Jason was allowed to keep his conscious mind anyway, he is free. However he also hasn't used his own limbs for a good while now, so he's not getting anytime soon anyway
    - The centaur in question is the corpse of a Renovatian deity, possessed by the hivemind proper, and it hasn't quite 'appeared' yet. Rather, Elizabeth got a mental flash of its form when it probed her psychically
    - Yes.
    It didn't, no. To clarify, its 'gaze' here isn't a literal one, but like, psychic observation. Think Sauron spying on Frodo whenever he put on the ring. In Aleth's case, it hasn't much to draw its attention to Emile. The other three have associated nonsense that makes them stick out to Aleth's burgeoning senses - particularly for 'fellow' divinity - while Argi is that asshole in its view.
    Much like Sauron, it will probably regret thinking anyone beneath notice.
    Yes. Basically, rider dragons AND their riders. These are nominal Dougton troops
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    supernal got a reaction from Csl in Roleplay that never was   
    One where I played a sapient chimp leading a research mission into some caves near Nich’e. Coulda been something hot!
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    I'll be honest and say final boss battle, though things will ultimately tie up in this regard
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    supernal got a reaction from danzilla3 in A Cure For What Aleth You (Interest Check - Enrele)   
    That’s a well earned promotion right there 
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    Sometime tomorrow or over the weekend, depending on when I get availability, I’m going to bring the site down for a little while to back it up, upgrade the software and themes and plugins, and see about shrinking the database some too
    Save your posts in case you end up trying to post just as the site goes down. See you on the other side 
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    supernal reacted to Meraxa in A matter of amenities ooc   
    Posted. And slowly realising we could sorta cover one of the other Aspyn quests with this; the one about talking to the Mainland Embassy and shit
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    It was a small, careful shift to see in the way Commager carried himself, but Hela registered - and grew cautious of - it all the same. Certainly, one could gather an element of why he was the PeaceKeeper, having familiarised himself with the origins of the people in his care and the implications of their nature. They were things that Hela briefly considered in turn, tapping a lone finger against the nearest temple of her head. So they would have the workforce for the project - an experienced one at that - if they could gather its approval among the powers that be. It was by no means guaranteed, but if they could gather a desire for it from the people here, and a willingness for it by whoever assigned the budget for such things in Odin's court, then they might make it reality, despite the notion being spun up wholecloth no more than five minutes prior.
    That all considered, Hela nevertheless looked back at her actual objective, waiting for his renewed drink. They still had to secure his involvement in such a thing, and as Yates was saying, going right in with all that was desired could see them lose all of it by way of instilling suspicion in a shrewd man.
    "But I will say that when he spoke about the tents, he was very unhappy."
    The liquid in the glass between Hela's finger suddenly, quickly began to boil, drawing the bartender's confused, concerned glare.
    "OI!" He yelled at Hela, who realising her mistake, suddenly drew back her hand. When the glass almost fell, her other hand went up to still it. No boiling then.
    "Sorry." She apologised hastily, before turning to Brother Yates. "I think you've got it. I think... you've got it."
    Not wishing to dawdle on the matter, and needing to distract herself, Hela gathered the tray from the counter of the bar, and brought across the drinks to the one that had been promised them. After sitting herself down, Hela extended the first glass to the man of the moment; when his arm extended in turn to take it, Hela remarked, "You do care for the people of this city, don't you Fjord?"
    "...As any decent being should." Fjord tried to keep his tone stoic yet witty; masking the seriousness and sincerity with which the statement was made.
    Hela didn't need empathetic abilities to feel that, however, and she released the glass to him. "Yes, they've been through a lot. Their homes destroyed, forced to flee to the farthest end of the continent to find somewhere that doesn't reject them out of hand, and of course, the wood they gather from the forest garners good money - so to get by many of them sell it traders, rather than use it for themselves."
    Fjord had yet to tape a sip of his drink. "What are you getting at?"
    Hela crossed one leg over the other. "Well, before I answer your question, how about you answer this for me: how much do you actually get from selling that cottawood?" 
    "Enough." Fjord lied through his teeth, taking that first sip now.
    "Funny, because I'd heard cottawood was valued as a cheap building material - from a fairly reliable source, I'd imagine." She gave Fjord a knowing look, having echoed his words of a few moments prior. "So how you turn it around to then spend the profit on Aspyn Lumber, prized for its uses in furnished goods, doesn't make much sense. Unless that's not your goal at all. It's to keep the loss to yourself minimal - easier to write off - while feeling like you've done something to help; like any decent being should."
    Fjord looked down at his glass, bitterly considered finishing it, but instead put it back down, and leaned in on the table, elbows against the wood, chin upon his layered fingers. "I'll say it again: What are you getting at?"
    "I'm saying..." Hela reached across, lifted up the glass, and briefly pressed it to her lip, taking one very brief sip. "We can help too."
    "Like hell you can!" Fjord almost jumped up from the table to follow the rise in his voice. "If this empire was going to actually do anything for the people it's supposed to help, it would have done it a long time ago! Not even a 'graceful' visit from his Royal Highness," Fjord spat with mockery and venom, "to lift the spirits or anything like that!"
    "...I'm not Odin Haze." Hela answered simply. "I merely speak for him, as an extension of His Majesty's Diplomatic Corps. Yet in that capacity I may yet get His Military to bring the help that these people have been denied."
    "...Explain." Fjord's tension did not ease, nor did his gaze avert from Hela.
    She took a moment to consciously calm from the intensity of the moment, to thus explain, "There are means available to us that we might bring the military to invest in this city. A military project brings jobs. The military, out of its obligations, would construct sufficient and suitable housing for its employees. But those employees would also then have money to spend on goods and services in their area."
    Fjord's fingers almost scratched the table in clenching. "Then why don't you just do that already...?!"
    "Matters like this take time. The right people have to be convinced." Hela raised a hand, urging calm. "But it's easier to convince them if the circumstances are right to make it happen. That they can see the resources they would require are there. We would probably want to start stockpiling soon."
    Temptation. Doubt. These two urges fought fiercely against each other in Fjord's mind, while he began to roll his fingers, deep in thought.
    Hela glanced to either of her companions. A final prod was needed...
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    supernal reacted to desolate milkshake in Roleplay that never was   
    From an interest check I wrote 20 days ago but never posted:
    "Everyone is Zengi. The year is 31 AO. The day is Monday. The sun rises on Fracture. A new day, a new year. You feel like a new person. But wait... you are! You're Zengi. You look to your bed. Your wife is Zengi! You run to the crib. Your baby is a little Zengi! You hear the dry coughing of an animal Zengi at the door: your dog is Zengi, barking at the Zengi-drawn wagons full of Zengis! EVERYONE. IS. ZENGI.
    "in this roleplay, we will explore important themes like: -What does it mean to be a Zengi? -Are Zengis always bad, or can they be good? -Why do roleplayers project on traditionally masculine figures defined mostly by their power and evil? Why aren't we all a queen? -Can Zengi be a queen, and if so, does she slay?"
    I'm still tempted, though.
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    That’s a well earned promotion right there 
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    @Dauner Light @danzilla3 @The Alexandrian @Vilhardt @Zashiii @Priestess
    Also to @supernal there's the general end to Jason's involvement here, if that's alright
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    The parasite possessing Shelly seemed somewhat confused by the display that prohibited them from thrice striking the duo; both for the appearance of such a thing, but also the feel of it, as their limbs bounced away from it. That it did not act at all like fire should have seemed to completely throw off and bewilder them; several seconds necessary for the parasite to realise and understand that this was yet another example of that thing which flummoxed their kind so: magic.
    Realising this, and realising that the two atop the pillar had not moved from their perch, Shelly's body lurched about in according to the whims of its master, trying to find something on which it could find sufficient purchase. The building from which she had pulled a support beam was partially collapsed, and so its innards exposed. The body leapt upwards to the first floor - or second, depending on parlance - and after a second to rest upon the floor, leapt again, straight upward, to clear through the roof, arms raised to shield only the body of the parasite itself from harm; Shelly's own face was left to endure the cuts and splinters that swiped across it, drawing thin trails of blood from the pulsating arteries and veins.
    It saw the dragon of crystal approach Dauner, in act of trust that seemed less than conventional. With an arm almost breaking as to twist in the fashion required of it, Shelly's hand whipped out to grab a number of the roof tiles that her eruption had rendered free from the building proper. Then, they were swung towards the two young men, with such speed at such a short range in the hopes that even they might struggle to properly respond to such projectiles. Or at least, they would be distracted enough as Shelly's body rushed them at a similarly swift, if crude, pace. This time however, rather than attempt to assail them from the side, Shelly's other hand was thrust forward from her body; from a moment, looking as though she might be reaching for Dauner, desperate to find his hand. What it was actually trying to do was find his face, so that it might clench tight those insanely strong fingers around it, and attempt either to crush it, or to at least fling them away from their battle partner in the form of Gozen. Neither was mutually exclusive really, and at the very least, if they were to try that pillar of fire trick again to go even higher up, then her hand would be perfectly position to grab the rise with them.
    All the while, Shelly's face maintained that manic grin, blood seeping down to her chin. Yet in places it was... distilled, as it ran, as if by water. Though the winds began to howl, there was yet to be any rain...

    It was a wonder that so much could happen in so little time.
    Jason's advance was well out of Peldun's reach as the automaton even began to turn, the hero of old ready to thrust forward both hands towards his target. She too advanced against him, answering how she thought him to perceive with a loud, triumphant rebuke. A rebuke she unleashed as much physically as verbally, seeming to strike her clenched fist square across his jaw. But even she would realised that the impact was shallow, with the ancient adventurer's body twisting - deliberately at that - with the outward force of the blow allowing it to regain a small modicum of distance, and land cleanly, if with a bit of spin to steady itself.
    "...Good." Jason complimented her, even as his body rose to extend the brawl. "That is precisely what is worth commending about you."
    A foot rose, and stamped down, just as Emile made his shots. The man's own general precision would seem his undoing, as the cobblestone was struck five times, and then the warrior's mighty palm went up to strike the resulting fragments - fracturing upon faultlines the shots seemed to have created - towards the sharpshooter.
    "As I said to the boy, it is greater if one has risen to nobility through challenging their origins." Jason made clear, as his hands were raised before him, and his feet dug in, bracing him against Caeceila's subsequent rush. It was clear that in other circumstances, that would have been enough to hold her, repelling her with an equal force. As it was, it merely kept from Jason from being pressed beneath her, the heels of his feet uprooting more and more stones as they passed.
    "You can be a monster. You can be unnatural. You can be a 'bloody-minded bitch'." He said to her, though there was the sense the last term somewhat confused him. "But if you fight to save others... and you should succeed in doing so... then the one thing you truly are...!"
    There was a break in Jason's stance, all of his body's posture suddenly turning weak. As she had intended, Caeceila was able to toss the Lion towards the building, where there was a crash, and a great deal of debris kicked up by the impact. When it had settled, there was only Jason, lying on a bed of broken housing, laughing softly.
    "A hero."
    The bled-out remnants of an enrele parasite slumped to the floor beneath him, over half its bodily fluids having leaked out through a single hole, courtesy of the lump of squished metal that swirled about the lifeless sack.
    "Ah... freedom at last... my body is my own again..." Jason breathed the air as though it were the finest elixir, though that quickly faded into a frustrated realisation. "And of course... it should be that my mind... actually needs to remember how to move it all. I imagine my recovery should be... easier than anyone else's. But... not soon enough... for the fight that is coming..."
    His eyes, able to move as he and he alone desired them, looked up at the skies above, where even within the fog of the Spectral District, one could seen the currents shift.
    "I believe the other lady... said something of the loci favouring the enrele...? It does no such thing... and that is precisely what Aleth seeks to change." Jason weakly began to explain, now that there was a moment's peace, in the calm before the storm. "It learned, through a warning against it, that it was developing a will beyond its self. One that could influence the fundamental laws... of the continent. Make the realm favourable to those like it. But... it wanted the means to do this... consciously. To forge its underlying, disparate existence... into one great mass and knowingly break our land over its knee. And I... I was the unfortunate hope for one who could give it such a means. Old Man Ptolemy came to me... thinking he would be safe... from the land that abandoned him and his kind... but I was already turned..."
    In all this, he... seemed not to suffer, whether through the fact it seemed difficult for him to feel much of anything, through being the subject of another, or perhaps even that the one called to judge him did not see him to deserve it; not in this state.

    "...Who is she speaking to...?" Argi muttered to himself, having witnessed the sudden shift in the elder sister's demeanour, and her subsequent interrogation towards Jason - though almost as if not him specifically - before he was pushed away by Caeceila, without answer. Peldun had half begun to turn to follow the ordeal, but in doing so, the eyes of its master instead saw the scene of the other set of sisters being assaulted, and realised the more immediate issue therein.
    "Hold on!" He spat out in Terric, the automaton pacing across the ground in an attempt to reach the two. Yet there was a distance, and Peldun was only so fast; before he could get to them, Argi watched the situation unfold in... several fashions that he did not readily expect. First, some bubble of black energy sprung up around the pair, but Argi had been able to count enough to know it had to have encompassed at least two of those that were trying to attack the pair. So he continued onward, only to then see the air grow red hot as fire sprung from above, and rained down on all; the barrier than had divided two from three dissipated, but only so that the two priestesses might escape to the second storey of a nearby building, under their own power.
    Somewhat dumbfounded, Argi looked at the result of their work; not even ashes for the two that had been stuck within the barrier. For a moment, Argi considered it cruel, but necessary; both for the safety of the sisters where he and the others had overlooked it, but also because there was no knowledge to him if they would have been able to easily or safely separate the victims from their parasites without further risk. For the the other three, two were struck down, isolated parts of their body incinerated to a result that would be best left without description. The third... was seemingly quite lucky. Though he had lost a hand to the same area of effect, the rest of his body seemed to have been oddly shielded. His back was scorched, to be sure, but not to the perhaps expected extent: More as if he had suffered boiling water to the now exposed skin, than been set aflame. It took a moment for Argi to realise what was absent in this picture, with the man's very, very faint breathing, apparent more by the shifting of his chest than by any sound, then making realisation into revelation. But it was a revelation he could not wait and think upon, for... something brushed across the fringes of his mind, and made him turn sharply and suddenly towards it. It was a sensation that held its 'gaze' upon him, and for a passing moment, the young man felt on him a scorn with such weight as to be crushing. Peldun disappeared all at once as Argi's will to fight receded, knowing the source yet unable to see it; feeling one core to which there was what seemed a hundred million eyes, from beast to men to... more.
    This. This was what the elder sister had referred to.
    Only when the 'gaze' shifted from him did Argi even remember to breathe, clasping his chest, his face pale, and every breath a desperate one. He could not see nor feel what was to follow, though almost all the others around him might. Emile, not so, nor did he take the interest of the gaze. Instead, it first moved to the holy women, seeing in them something akin, in more than one way. Aya at least would possess the presence with which to held firm against its hostility, though even she might be taken aback at its sheer scale and scope, something she would be suited to even begin comprehending. This was a will not merely here, in Dougton, though it was where it was most concentrated. It was the nexus of a web weaved all across the continent, from the Barnstable Coast to the Plateau of Zuhl. From Aligoria to Anima. Places of which Aya had not yet seen or traversed, yet she could peer ever so slightly at the myriad, million windows in this newly coalesced being. The gaze shifted again, now to the elder sister - the Mistress - and was made curious; in its first passing it had only loosely recognised her in some fashion. In this second look, it began to understand the nature of this recognition, and this familiarity. It wanted to know how many there were. How many akin to itself. But then too, did it to come to understand a distinction. That in the Mistress, there was essence without body. Power without true medium. These were different from it. For it had body without essence; a medium without power. Both were to be given to it now.
    Last to draw its attention, for the moment at least, was the one who seemed to even comprehend its place in space, and not merely in... the will of all things. She was akin to it, in many a way; not of this place. Her distinctions were not physical or in distance, as such were for it. She was from beyond the veil. A veil that it had not even realised to be, before this moment. So too was she capable of an exerting an influence on the flowers of power...
    There was a push. Perhaps it had sensed her doubt, and so wished to affirm all that she feared. Power was coming to it now. A power that would be beyond any creature of conscious thought that stood upon the dirt and the stone of the Fractured Continent. Power with which it would change the law. Power channelled through form that could wield and comprehend it, unlike the 'simple' flesh to which it had previously belonged. The brethren that had broken away from it would be brought back to the fold. Those that resisted still, would be subsumed. All would be one, and the one would be...

    A L E T H
    With that glimpse, the gaze was drawn back. It knew what it needed to. The end was nigh.
    "...M-Mister Angel!" A voice suddenly called out to the man who sat in fear upon the stone.
    Turning his head, his eyes went wide as he recognised them. "T-The kids from... the church?"
    "I-It's bad!" One of the youngest, perhaps no more then seven, flung themselves against the terrified man's chest, equal if not greater in their fear. "T-The a-angel it... it's gone! A-And everyone is..."
    Swords scraped across the ground in plentiful number, or otherwise hung loosely in the grips of those that wielded them; their number swelled in the streets surrounding the group. All save one route, leading to - by the reckoning of any map, though Argi would not realise such - the Magistrate's Estate and the open square that preceded it. Argi looked around, at once awed and afeared at what he beheld; there was a loose sound of battle in the distance, suggesting not all in the city were as yet gone, but... there was certainly a sense that the number within Aleth's thrall was not few at all. To make matters worse, a roar came from above, moments before a squadron of rider dragons would swoop down upon each of the Wyrm's Bane. A few passed by with an opening of their maw, letting great plumes of fire flow upon the Spectral District, though stopping just short of the massed crowds. The remainder of the rider dragons, making a total of six, sought to clutch at the companions with their claws; an action that would at once see them crushed in the beast's mighty grip, but also aimed towards the possessed throngs, so they might be able to swing their swords at the would-be heroes. Others would not wait at all, whether running at, or climbing towards as required, each of the still independently sapient so as to swipe at them with their swords.
    "M-MISTER!" The children screamed, tears streaming down their faces. "Y-You promised!"
    There was a pause, and then Argi's grip tightened hard around his empty sword hilt, and he yelled out once more, for a third and final time in this great ordeal:
    Even as that blinding, green light filled the scene, Peldun's mighty weapon was already swung, the broad flat of the blade perfect with with to sweep aside the nearest of the horde, their own swords insignificant before the automaton's own.
    "AYA!" He yelled up to the priestess, knowing she could do with things with her mind of which of which he could scarcely imagine, and thus perfect for the task he was somewhat forcibly assigning her, tossing each of the children in her direction. "Look after them!" With that, he swept aside another number of the possessed, though he had to slap a few away with a swing of his other hand. "LIZ!" He yelled to her, and trusted her to know the answer for the question, "What do?!"
    At least one of the Rider Dragons came around again at that moment, latching to the ancient automaton's back. There was some difficulty in any effort to crush it, but its weight did not seem enough to prevent the Rider Dragon from beating its wings fiercely, beginning to lift it from the ground. Though Peldun's blade was swung up at it, many times the beast's neck was long enough to rear back out of the blade's reach.
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    supernal reacted to Vilhardt in A Cure For What Aleth You   
    As Argi hauled off, Elizabeth pulled something from her garments, an arcane eye. She lifted her blindfold, socketing the orb securely. It synchronized with her conscious will, animating, assuming normality in appearance. This wasn't meant as a means to see, moreso, a way to convert arcane information between her mind and body. In a sense, she was preparing to defend herself, tethering her body directly to her spirit; although she had hoped that she could've avoided such.
     Her annoying assistant hadn't gotten her attention, but instead the Cardinal's. His old brain wracked over the information Emile had obtained, not able to discern anything from it. He was a fantastic mercenary, but didn't know anything about structured design, any topography or the like. Still, his dull mind took in what it could, and he shared a bit of his snack with the air as he spit out the info.
     "You might want to see this. Something about the granaries and the Enrele."
     Elizabeth raised a brow, taking the documents and browsing them for a moment. No, they didn't make sense to her either; at least not at first. Nothing added up, Argi had disclosed that Aleth was somewhere underground. Other evidence suggested that it resided near the granary. Below the granary then, seemed logical in thought. Perhaps in the sewer, but that seemed a bit beyond the people of Dougton, to structure intelligent design and maximize their crop growth with sewage. Yet, they did yield plentiful crops so.
     Who or what, where, when, why, and how; all without an answer. The questions remained up in the air for a moment, before the answer came crashing into epiphany. It was a strange instinct, a feeling, which she was familiar with. Not the same as the other before it. Perhaps this one would be more perceptive of that which Meryam was not, or perhaps neither cared at all. Those feint, creeping threads of energy, this time crawling from the scientist herself. More vibrant and discernable as she focused, tethering to her body, trailing from Casper. The coils turned inward, drawing slowly toward the hilltop, in a process which would take some time to give definition. 
     The Ventrix Mind had suspected foul play of sorts, from the beginning. She had expected to walk into a trap at some point, no doubt. What she couldn't account for was time and happenstance, neither which seemed on her side now. She was certain, however, that Dougton was much more than it had seemed. It was a place of power which housed a mundane people, and Patton realized why Aleth would be underground. In the sewers, the ground, it mattered not, there was still the consistent theme between. Water. The question of 'Why would Aleth be in Dougton?' drew her speculation once. The Enrele in Casper wanted water too, so they took to the ocean. Then why not Aleth?
     Power, of sorts. A dreadful thought which brought drawls of doubt about her allies. They were all strong, different, but disorganized. Aleth was like her, smart, collected, but a step ahead of herself. Here among the ley lines, she wondered for a moment, why they had even come at all. Was it all too late?
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    supernal reacted to Priestess in A Cure For What Aleth You   
    Stopping mid-flight as a cape fluttered across his range of vision, threatening to ensnare the small dragon if he hadn't stopped, Myuil turned around while staying airborne. Quick thinking on Gozen's behalf had sent him and his friend atop a large pillar where Dauner hailed to Myuil, who quickly flew up to the top and began circling them. 
    Dauner had come up with a spur of the moment plan that Myuil was already mulling over. Dauner would take one of Myuil's feathers and sneak it onto Shelly's being, after which, Myuil would use his Crystal Singing ability to completely encase her in a block of crystal. The dragon would land on his shoulder if he'd allow it and pull a feather from his wing before handing it over. If Dauner didn't let him land there, the feather would gracefully float over to him.
    The situation for the twins was surprisingly worse than Myuil's. The dragon had a reliable ally to fight alongside, who didn't have much in terms of personal agendas when it came to being in doughton at all, and even then, his personal morals prevented him from abandoning those around him- he'd probably get killed for that, one day. Aya... well, her ally was her twin sister, who only became obedient on account of Aya sealing most of her magic. Cae and Emile were currently preoccupied, Shishi's sister had gone and chosen her foe, and Shishi herself now had her own twin to worry about- why can't she just use a divine seal on her? Seriously, it's not that hard.
    The enemy that Aya had knocked back with her Light Bolt had gotten up on his own account, and the enrelle had assumed full control of the enemy that Ira had injured despite his body being made useless. Meanwhile, one of the armored men had been going after Ira's hands, and Aya's staff, with the remaining three coming for support. If they thought that the two casters of the group were so easily stopped, they would learn to fear anyone in a shrine maiden's garb.
    "Göttliche Mauer!"
    It was an instinctual action, but the spell would create a sphere of black energy around herself and her sister, though, not without a small issue. The two men who were trying to bind Aya and Ira had managed to grab them just as the wall went up. None of the other three would be able to break the barrier, and the ones holding Aya's staff and Ira's wrists wouldn't be able to pull them out of it, but, they were strong. "Oh sister, dearest... I believe it's time to stop being a stingy twat." Aya's expression went blank with disappointment. Ira was so close to saying something decent, but she still went and insulted her using the same gentle tone you'd expect of a priestess. "Release restraint." Aya begrudgingly said. 
    No fancy transformations, no change in eye color, just Ira turning her hand and grabbing the wrist of the armored hand grabbing her. "Armor Lock!" Ira shouted, which would instantly cause the man's armor to be enchanted. The one holding her would find himself unable to move, and magic chains would appear as markings all over his body. "Oh sister, dearest... I believe it's time for you to stop holding back." Aya said while trying to pull her staff from the other's hand. 
    A large, red magic circle would appear below Aya's barrier with the symbol for Leo. "Righteous spirit of damnation, bare your fangs at the fools before you.-" a circle of large fireballs appeared in the air above the outside of Aya's barrier. "-Bite down and punish them for their crime." The two men who dared to reach for the twins had already sealed their fate. Aya had even gone out of her way to say "Omae wa mou shindeiru." in a very soft, sweet, tone with a caring smile. The fireballs would turn to spears before rapidly descending on the exterior of the barrier. The two who were trapped in it would be destroyed with not even ashes remaining of everything that was outside the barrier. The other three would have the option of getting out of the way, if they could. This attack would also destroy Aya's barrier along with those trapped by it. Her and her sister would be lifted by Aya's Psionics to a second story balcony, giving them a few moments before any remaining enemies could climb their way up to them.
    "Erleuchten sie die welt und geben sie unserer armee den segen eines kriegers." 
    Black light would surround the team's members, except Dauner and Gozen who were much too far away for that, and empower them. Those who would reject the blessing wouldn't be forced to accept it, the magic would fade away instantly and leave them. Those who would accept it would have enhanced physical strength and greater agility, but their magical abilities wouldn't be enhanced- so is not the way of the warrior.
    "Stiller Sarg!" Aya would proclaim and surround herself in a rectangular prism of energy. The spell was 'Silent Coffin' which would seal her voice in, making it impossible for those on the outside to know what spell she were casting. The fact that her power consumed the light around it in leiu of magic would make it very difficult to see through the barrier. "A pitty that your devotion earned such an unsavory reward..." Aya said in a soft tone that not even her sister could hear. "Fluch des Aufruhrs" a black mark would appear over Jason's chest as the 'Curse of Turmoil' was set on him. If even a shred of the knight he was supposed to be remained, then it would be called to accept judgement for letting himself be taken to the enemy's side. His judgement would be the rapid deterioration of his body, making him considerably weaker in all aspects. If Jason had rejected the judgement, the effect would be much weaker, but still noticeable.
    OOC: Extremely Rough Translation "Enlighten the world and give our army the blessing of a warrior."
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    supernal reacted to The Alexandrian in A Cure For What Aleth You   
    Tell you what, I'll let you in on a little something neither you nor your new friends understand.  I'm a bloody-minded bitch.  Your opinions don't mean shit to me.  Call me a monster!  Tell me I'm unnatural and hated and feared and that I don't have a right to exist!  You won't change a damn thing.  As long as I'm alive, I'll use my power to save people.  I won't stop - I'll keep fighting until there's no fight left in this world - and if you don't like it, you and your friends better kill me where I stand!
    True to her word and her ideals, Caeceila yields not an inch as Jason recklessly charges into her minor energy maelstrom.  On the contrary, she advances on him with astounding but not preternatural speed, aiming to engage the vanquished hero in close quarters combat within the maelstrom itself.  Her barrier is active, effectively shielding her from Jason's aura.  Critical inspection of Caeceila's barrier will reveal that Caeceila's barrier is presently composed of two layers, an extended energy siphoning layer sustained atop a skintight hard energy shell.  This paranormal barrier system can be likened to contemporary body armor in that it is designed to dissipate incoming energy and distribute it over an expanding area when the hard energy shell deflects.  The kicker, from the perspective of Caeceila's opponents, is that the siphon is a sustained effect that routes energy, ambient or otherwise, through the hard energy shell as it is absorbed into Caeceila's vessel, reinforcing and repairing her paranormal barrier system without demanding a significant share of her attention.  Moreover, Caeceila had, in the last round, enriched a small, hemispherical area with her energy maelstrom in preparation for devouring energy stored in an external source which directly translates into virtually automatic, if temporary, barrier system regeneration keyed to her barrier within the boundaries of the affected space.
    Therefore, Caeceila remains ready to devour a fair portion of the energy stored in Jason, whether it be holy, elemental, psychic, necromantic, or merely life energy, when he dives into range.  Predatory instinct drives her forward, her execution not merely informed but directed by her much reviled inheritance.  The Heiress would catch Jason mid-dive, for she was motivated to deny him the chance to stick the landing terminating his chain of acrobatic stunts, with a vicious right hook.  Caeceila is strong, much stronger than an average Terran, and the momentum derived from her anatomy, stance, and form is supplemented by an invisible wave of force that propagates out from the proximal phalanges, the striking surface, of her fist.  Had she launched this attack against an average Terran, her target might fold around the point of impact from the sheer power behind her strike.  Jason, however, might endure this devastating strike with minimal damage, though his shield may be weakened or even shattered by the accompanying energy siphon at the point of contact.
    Caeceila's primary objective is to compel Jason's puppet master to continue to prioritize her as a target.  In doing so, she will prevent Jason and his puppet master from achieving total awareness the battlefield.  In addition, by denying Jason the opportunity to stick his landing and keeping him in front of her, if only for a few seconds, she will, by a bountiful stroke of luck, keep Jason between her body and the bullets Emile may have just fired at her front.
    Even a flawless rendition of this sequence does not guarantee Jason's defeat and Hivemind Aleth's withdrawal from the Spectral District.  Iolanda, in the time required for Jason to dodge multiple attacks, hurl his dagger, and scale Peldun, had cut herself free of the sword of light commanded to pin her to the ground.  It was a rapid, if tortuous, procedure.  Jason's sword was extraordinarily sharp and therefore it was extraordinarily easy to simply allow her momentum to carry her from the blade as it sliced into her flesh.  She continued to grow throughout this operation. her growth complimenting her supernatural regeneration factor.  She was now about the size of an elephant.  In consequence, she was injured, but not heavily injured, so she opted to withdraw from the battlefield along the same route as her sister Camelia, who was, alarmingly, nowhere to be seen despite the fact that she is very likely far larger than an elephant at this time.  While none of the combatants on either side, save Camelia and Iolanda, would be privy to Camelia's movements, she had concealed herself behind a large structure in a position where she might be able to ambush any Enrele reinforcements inbound from the Magistrate's Estate.
    Whatever the outcome of her right hook, Caeceila is dissatisfied with whatever advantage she may have gained.  In a blur of blinding cerulean light, she rockets forward, alive with unhallowed power, and attempts to smear Jason of the Lions across the street behind him.  Her icy eyes mirror her ruthless pragmatism as she skims through patches of fog, aiming to drag Jason against the oozing cobblestone road and, shortly thereafter, lob him into the exquisite masonry of a yawning residence that lingers, empty and purposeless, deeper within the Spectral District.
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    "It finally happened," Shishi's companion spoke. "It's coming."
    Shishi's cocked her head in confusion. "What's coming?"
    It seems Shishi's questions fell on deaf ears as the other woman looked lost, her eyes staring blankly into the city skies. That was only for a moment, then it hit Shishi. A foreign sensation washed all over her. It felt so wrong...so disgusting...so inhuman. So familiar.
    "This is-!" Shishi cried in disbeleif, "No, no. Not this time! Not again!"
    The elder sister's chilling laughter shook Shishi. Her eyes turned to her sister only to see the woman succumb to hysteria at the absurdity of it all. What frightens Shishi the most is that her sister's hair has turned black now and she expected the other woman's face to change at all, change to a face identical to Shishi's own. It seems that the terrorist known as "The Mistress" has appeared once more. 
    "Sister! Stop-" but her words fell short as the other woman began to speak. 
    "Impressive. To reach this far, I should commend a brat like you. You have reached a stage my mother could not. For that, I must end you. The same way I did to my mother. Abominations like you should not be permitted to exist."
    Shishi could only stand there in defeat. The most she can do is hope that no one is filming this live or the authorities would be on to her and her family again. That fiasco with her mother was more than enough, she did not need another disaster like that happening
    "I would assume that's one of those so called gods from Renovatio. Even your choice lacks standards. Of all the possible choices, you chose the lowest in the hierarchy. I would eliminate you this instant but the Dougton- no, the land itself is resisting me, keeping me in check. It amuses me that the loci permits an abomination like you but inhibits me and my companions very existence. Amusing isn't it? The region itself seems to favor the enrele more than the ones trying to save it from these foreigners. But this handicap only makes things even more enjoyable."
    The older woman- no, the Mistress herself continued talking to herself out loud as she began to move towards Jason. 
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    supernal reacted to desolate milkshake in Valucre humor (and memes) thread   
    @supernal yo eel. nice ear flaps.
    and no, i don't care about the transparency or hatchet job on the masking 
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