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    Between the harsh realm of reality and the heart of creativity.

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  1. Hope you're well


  2. Sorry, I was gone for a few weeks and just came back. I'll read everything through and post by tonight
  3. Submit to the monster inside your head but decapitate it's ability to install and control fear. Let loose it's ravenous side, only then would you gain victory over a creative mind.

  4. It's never considered failure if you enjoyed the process...

    1. Grubbistch


      Interesting chain of thought. 

  5. Asari had maintained the heat to semi regular temperature, enough to defrost some of the cold that attached itself to items... And humans. The greater surprise came when she witness mass curls of vines creeping from under the door and through visible cracks. They etched themselves to the door from inside before tugging it outside. The magnitude of the force startle the entity, causing it's dissipation. The frost melted and left the saloon in a soggy mess. Asari faced the source of the impact who now laid in the dirt. "Yeah, let's get out of here," she responded, watching back at the saloon, the presence even without the entity still made her uncomfortable. ~ * ~ Asari had ventured with group to the inn, she was too distracted at the time when the confrontation solved itself, but guessing from the rather unsettling quietness, it must of left a sour note on the others. The journey was short and the destination was far from a five star resort. Dilapidated much? I have seen crap but this is ridiculous! "It's better than sleeping in an open environment, especially after our little encounter." She bit her bottom lip when she realized she spoke out loud, enough for wandering ears to overheard her little squabble with the deity. Badssey only snickered. She trailed after the Knight to interior of the inn before anyone could mutter a word. Through the worn out doors that barely hug from it's hinges, a foul smell of rust and damp mold greeted her. Its sour pungent odor had driven her to the worn out front desk. She half expected to see a living person - or corpse at this stage - to be stationed at it.
  6. Yeah with the final stage of my thesis left, posting is gonna be slow.
  7. It's just business… It was no doubt, an extensive and stressful time for Castillo Enterprises. With several of it's investors silent, two of it's board members fatally wounded in an attempted assassination and one brutally murdered. An internal struggle is amist. Employees rumored about the incompetence of their C.E.O and how long till the company goes belly up, but no matter the assurance from upper management, they too couldn't help but questioned their leader's choices, leading to some highly qualified professionals turning in their resignation. A drastic drop in profits and assets from the latter months were ignored and sweep under the carpet. Everyone assuming it was nothing more than a bad season. Now there were reports of a string of murders involving both middle class and wealthy folk, including supporters and associates of the business. Further to ignite the flames, the week before someone had hacked the mainstream system of the company, bypassing several security software and stealing the blueprints of seven weapons that were in the manufacturing process. These were to be the crowned jewels that would definitely provide the reputation the company needed. Asari really couldn’t help feeling like she was on her last leg. Her thought process led her to choices, which involve her sinking her claws into military matter for information about the source of this civil dispute. But that would mean rubbing shoulders with corrupted officials, who were long already against the military’s standards and against his Majesty. Her aim was placing Castillo back on the map, as one of the best industrious that creates and distributes modern magitech. If she ran with the wrong crowd at this crucial time, there wasn't much hope of ever reaching that goal. Don't bother with such trivial matters right now. “And why not?” Asari regretted for continuing the conversation. Well… the deity paused, he adjusted his rigid stance to match his rigid ego. For one, you haven't fed and with this much chaos oozing, I'm surprised you haven't relish in it. “That's a itch I rather not scratch.” The feline deity was right, she haven't consumed the chaos of mere men as regularly as she should. After all it's the root of her abilities, but as intense as the situation is, pride stopped her from doing so. She wasn't going to go rampage on the city, absorbing or possibly killing innocent for it. It was a tragedy urge that meant sacrificing more than receiving. She swivelled around in her chair to face the large panel windows overlooking the city of Casper. Thirty two story building with black panel windows on the exterior walls, her penthouse occupying the last floor. She continued deep in thoughts, so much so, that it took several rings from a message to finally snapped her out of it. With a slight wave of her palm in mid air, colored pixels were summoned and merged to create the image of a message. Moss green hues scanned it’s contents causing a devilish smile to form from thin lips. Badessy stepped to the side of her peering as well, he crocked his head to the side trying to make sense of cryptic message. Care to explain? “Oh don't worry, it's just business." ~ * ~ Asari had prepared and boarded the next flight to Ashville. Along the way, she briefly explained the reason behind the message and gained opportunity to the curious feline. She had become familiar with F.I.S.T over the recent years, supplying them with devices and weapons for lesser operations, it provided Intel on who's who in the organization and it wasn't long till she was acquainted with a few of the agents, placing her in the system as an associate. She had heard of the detective and his impeccable achievements but never managed to meet the guy. The opportunity to cease this chaos was exactly what she needed. They arrived past noon the next day, through commercial flight. There were partially no one she can trust at this stage and flying past the city in her private aircraft might signal unnecessary risks. She clothed herself in a simple coloured attire, consisting of dark blue pants and heeled boots, using the hood of her cotton blouse to shield her hair and most of her face. She also equipped glamour, a device that can alter the physical appearance of the holder from basic skin complexion to gender. Changing from a dark skinned, tall human to a short, rose colored elf. Badessy huffed, trying to conceal his laughter. "Hush, you're lucky no one can even sense you," she whispered, taking another turn to arrive at the entrance of the inn. She ignored the wrinkled brow from the inn keeper when she revealed the code, it seemed she appeared too young with the change. Taking a deep breathe, she entered the safe room and drew the hood back. "Asari Castillo, I received your message" her voice was smooth as she eyed the face of each individual. She was expecting professionals but not military, and judging from their appearance, the best too. hmm, let the fun begin.
  8. Sorry was busy for a new days and my net has been done, will finally post today.
  9. I'll respond today with Asari, since I have some time.
  10. Throw mines in as well, been one title for waaay too long.
  11. Count me in, the timing is perfect for me as well.
  12. Icona was swiftly secured by Roman as he took the helms of shutting the door. A feeble barrier that temporarily sheltered them. From the other side, the banging was halted and the quietness only marked as reminder of an eye before the storm. It seemed the creatures sought a new entrance to finish what they started. Icona pressed a hand to her chest in attempt to calm her racing heart, a pounding that rang in her ears. "I don't think i could handle anymore injured party on my hands " She replied, staring at his burnt flesh. The smell mixed with the sense of guilt made her nauseated...If only she wasn't this weak. "Yes, but it was reckless, supposed, I didn't managed to open in time? What then? We can't afford to gamble with drastic risks." She scolded at him while retrieving a small, ruby red, box from her bag. A container packed with basic medical supplies for minor injuries. She fumbled through till she located the necessary items to help him. Without waiting for anymore protest from him, she began dressing his arm." I do no have a proper drug to ease the pain, but this would help neutralize the acid till we find medical aid." Her tone of voice was soothing but she kept head down and away from his unnerving gaze. Soft tendrils of ruby hairs framed and draped the sides of her face. Shielding her pained expression from him as she worked. Confronting the Beasts Roman's wound was cleaned and wrapped in bandages, she applied a sticky ointment that eased the pain and gave a temporary cure till they found proper medical aid. Stepping back, she finally sort out the surroundings they were in. A semi - circular room that was much wider in comparison to the hall, created with the same materials on the four sides. Several metallic, sliding doors were scattered along some of the walls, suggesting the different paths that they can take. On the opposite end from them, were another set of large, black, panel windows that formed a small crescent shaped hall. It appeared to be a gallery or observation deck where they can overlook the facility. Icona cautiously strode over and peered out the window. From what she saw, lined around the perimeter were emergency flood lights that indicated a path for wary employees to exits after the facility lost power. The middle section was engulfed in darkness but was the source to strange, scrapping noises. She pressed her bangle against the window, illuminating a small portion, one she wished she didn't see. There stood six more of the strange creatures they encountered, ravaging the area for anything they can devour. She finally saw their full physical bodies. Sickly - grey colored torsos with minimum muscle mass, protruding bony, scales along their backs while they walked on all fours. Abnormal skulls housed seven, colourless orbs for eyes, whereas she originally thought were two. Their mouths opened sideways and both their splinted tongue and ragged teeth were prominent out their mouths. She swivelled on her heels before grabbing Roman's arm. "We need to leave this place!" She snapped, if they created any indication that they were here, she don't think they can last another fight.
  13. Asari and Manah are still in the inn. Well, regarding to post from Harlow, I just amplified the cold scenario. If you want Hollow, you can continue with me in keeping it at bay or regroup with the others outside.
  14. What you wanted me to clear up Hollow?
  15. The demolishment of the commotion left several of the citizens uninterested and were soon heading towards their desolated areas. Asari had a clear visual on the group - the portly sheriff, his dog-like companion, the holy elf and the man who was the center of the conflict. She honed her hearing on their conversion, picking up bits and pieces of the information. However, she was quickly distracted in the sudden drop in temperature of the dense atmosphere and her hot breathe escaping her lips in specks of fog. She stepped back in caution when the chill crackled the glass panels of the windows and she can no longer see her reflection. It's here! Badessy curled a toothed smile in the direction of a now cracking floor. Whatever creature presented itself aroused immense pressure on the surrounding environment. Glass bottles shattered from the weight of the frost, water was instantly frozen and panic threatened the handful of wary villagers into performing foolish acts that were inside with her. Her narrowed irises followed the reactions in trails, pinpointing the movements of the entity. She unclasped the cloak from around her neck and allowed the heavy material to hit the floor. Her slender body was clothed in an all black attire - cotton blouse with matching leather boots and pants. She slammed a copper toned palm against a nearby wall. Dark static surged out of her finger tips and traveled along the walls. The offensive move was to neutralize the the freezing temperature with a small percentage of chemical heat before they suffered hypothermia. Her main goal at the moment was the protection of villagers before dealing with the unknown.
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