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  1. Thirty meters was a long distance normally, but in this battle, thirty meters was far too short. Raya simply couldn't keep up with the barrages of... whatever that weird fire thing raining from the guns of the opponents were. And the weird square bubble things that flew with a roar louder than a dragon. And the weird swords that looked like they were made out of light. And the injured dragon... Oh no, Raya thought, the weird light things can kill dragons! Or maybe not. But anyways, it seemed like it was time to - Blaster fire erupted all around him like an angry volcano, causing him to duck down under cover again. Whoever had shot at him had terrible aim, Raya noted, but the soldier was doing his job - Raya couldn't see the other people around him, and he remembered all too well the limitations of his healing ability - it required line of sight. In the maelstrom, it did not cross Raya's mind to use the Force instead of his eyes. But, thankfully, he was on a skiff, and he could see at least some people - those with him on the skiff, which he took in turn to heal whenever he got a chance. Then he saw Khakina, gracefully soaring through the air like a volcanic ember, landing somewhere - Raya couldn't exactly see, as his attention turned back to the blasters and the about 40 strong allies he had to heal as many as he could, but he assumed it was on the ship. But something he saw on Khakina's face caused him to take pause. To him, it looked like Khakina was smiling, and for some reason, it struck a weird chord deep in Raya's consciousness, for through his connection to the Force, he had felt her use that same energy earlier as a wind blast, but it had felt to him like she was drawing on some dark power, while Raya had been drawing on some light power. It caused him to question once more, as the blaster fire rained around and he covered himself as best as he could while still relying on his eyes to heal those who he could see from his crouched position, what in the world this power was within him that caused such duality, and that could make him feel something that he never felt before, almost like a fire had flickered from a strong blaze. He questioned and he pondered, but in the heat of the moment, he could not think, so he thought with his heart. What his heart told him was that Khakina's connection to this world's power was not the same as his own, and it also told him that somehow, in some way, their presence in this world had caused a disturbance in the Force. He didn't have to think about it - he knew exactly why the energy was experiencing such anomalies, and that was because they existed here, the beings not born of this world and using powers that should have never been, yet somehow they could access the blazing energy all around them, coming from them and yet going through them. For a moment in the chaos of battle, Raya stopped healing people to ask a question that he hoped, deep down, he'd never find the answer to. What would become of this world if they stayed?
  2. Raya had been lost in thought since the mansion. His body moved with the group, but his mind was in far-off places, drawn there like a moth to the flame he felt dancing around him. He could not explain it. Why did no one else seem to be affected by it? The raw energy, coursing, streaming around, surrounding him like air but not actually there, omnipresent, coming from him yet going through him, the flicker of power within, something that permeated everything, binding everything together, an inferno of untamed... force. Why could he sense it, he asked. What was it, the thing that tugged and tempted yet tranquilized? What set him apart from everyone else, who did not seem like they felt this at all? He pondered it, and as Blonde roared for everyone to prepare for battle, his mind, in a far off place, could only produce one answer. Syderia. The woman whose body he resided in, the one thing separating him from everyone else. She was his link. And through her, he felt like he could tame the power within. Change it, move it, push it. It felt eerily natural, yet strangely unnatural. He was in her body, and thus he could use her power. Yet, he was not her. And he did not know, but his guess was right. Raya was one with the Force in death, yet within the body of Syderia he was connected to the Force. The extreme circumstances of his existence made him a Force Projection controlling the body of another, in a world where he shouldn't have existed at all. He was a ghost out of the shell. His mind returned to reality as the searing pain of a blaster bolt grazing his skin shocked his system, extinguishing the sparks of knowledge like a torch in a hurricane. Ducking down quickly, his eyes darted around the battlefield as he gained his bearings. Blonde had been shot - he could see that, though not clearly through the maelstrom of blaster fire. Pathogen had a hole in his hand, though he didn't seem too hurt. The dragon was having a great time, Jack had lost a hand, Viera was putting up a barrier, and Khakina was... doing something that was killing a lot of people, he couldn't exactly tell. Raya made a mental note to never try and get Syderia into relationships with them - they'd kill them. He could heal them, though, and he clearly wasn't doing his job fast enough. But as he tapped into the magics needed within to cast the healing magics of Achiel, he felt the fire within fan up. The energy was reacting, it seemed like, and the strange power of this world flowed through him as though it'd always been there. His eyes closed as he drew himself closer to the blaze within. He didn't understand, but he did, molding it, shaping it, taming the fire into a Force. Achiel's Beta Heal changed, twisted, and became one with the Force. He felt the people around, and knew what he needed to do. Rejuvenate. The Force flowed through Pathogen and Blonde. The wounds of Blonde and Pathogen would begin to suture themselves shut, healing themselves as nature would have it be, fueled by the Force. For Jack, though, his healing required a different approach, one that was unconventional at best. Steeling himself, Raya cast Achiel's Omega Heal, untouched by the Force. His right hand would sever itself at the wrist, and Raya bit hard into his own tongue accidentally out of reflex, filling his mouth with blood. Fortunately for him, though, his hand remained where it was, while the power of Omega Heal would rebuild Jack's entire hand from the wrist upwards. It'd be uncomfortably itchy for the man, but at the least, Raya knew he'd get his hand back sooner rather than later. Healing them both had taken a massive amount of concentration for Raya, but he still had more to give, and he couldn't knock out now, though an errant thought flitting around in the back of the mind reminded him that he looked like a casualty of war in his current position, but one who had died with his head on the ground and his rear in the air so that he looked like he was imitating a snail, or someone preparing for - He cut his own thought off before it could continue. He'd have to heal himself later, though. There was one more who needed something, and that was Viera, who was seemingly expending large amounts of energy to protect everyone. There was a little something for that, and he accomplished it by opening his eyes and turning to look straight at Viera. Achiel's Alpha Heal. For all of nine seconds, Viera would feel a respite wash over her as her spent energy began to come back, regenerating at such a rate that she'd be gaining more energy than she would be spending from maintaining the barrier. However, Raya couldn't go for that long in the current circumstances, and the energy flow would cut after the nine seconds, with Raya now focusing on the hand he'd lost. Could this power heal himself? Time to test it, he thought as he reached out and grabbed his detached hand, pushing it back onto the wrist with a grunt of pain, spitting out the blood accumulating in his mouth onto the ground as he did so. Achiel's Beta Heal once more, but one with the Force, just a bit different this time, focusing on himself rather than the other injured. This time, it felt... strong, yet fast. Force Mend. His wrist snapped itself back on instantly, causing him to jolt in shock and collapse over onto his side as he did so. It had tired him out, and he felt like he couldn't use that again for a while. Now that he thought about it, it had felt like he couldn't use the same healing power he'd used on Pathogen and Blonde either while he was - No time to think, he chided himself as he took cover again. Time to heal. But he quickly found out as he looked over the battlefield that the weird skills he had accomplished with the energy within seemed to have an effective range of 30 meters. How inconvenient, he thought to himself as he began looking around, finding different injured people within 30 meters and taking one and a half seconds to heal each one of them with a Beta Heal mixed with some Force. Benevolence. Some didn't get healed all the way, at which time Raya revisited them, but it was a cycle he couldn't keep up forever until he was shot, and he knew it. "Get it done..." he muttered under his breath as he did his darned best to keep everyone up and fighting against... what in the hell were those things? Damn, he really hadn't been paying attention.
  3. On the beach, a woman lay splayed out, barely clinging to the flickering flame of consciousness. Her body, covered in more wounds than one person should reasonably be able to withstand. Cuts, lesions, stab wounds and more, and not to mention the blood galore. All her focus and will was poured into healing herself, her energy stitching up wounds and patching holes with the precision of a surgeon and the efficiency of a racing pit crew. Yet, even she could not hold onto it - no, the pain she had endured was too much for too long, and so, though she grasped for dear life to the light, it slipped out of her grasp, sending her tumbling into darkness, her eyes slipping closed, her wounds sealed enough to stop any major bleeding. Then, miraculously, they opened, with a life unbecoming of her. No, this was not her, and as her body pushed itself to its feet, the mind inside flickered through memories, one after the other, to see what had happened and why they were in such a situation. No dice, the mind presumed. However, on closer observation, there was a mansion away from the sloping sands, and there they predicted someone would be there with some answers. So the body of Syderia Iranai stumbled towards the tower, wincing at every movement. There wasn't any bleeding, the mind inside thought, and thus there was no immediate danger of death. Thus, medical attention could be lavished on them at their convenience. Thus it was that a woman, five feet and six inches tall, with long light brown hair and white scrubs stained with blood in such a pattern that one could have sworn they had been splashed with water balloons filled with blood, and absolutely covered from head to toe in scar tissue from what looked to be recently healed wounds made their way up the beach, to the mansion, then followed the trail of injured people to the backyard, where the body of Syderia took a moment to rest and collect himself. Raya Erei Irai had taken over, and he was ready to party! As long as no one died on them and he figured out what was going on from Miss Blonde and her loverboy, anyways. As he waited around for some medical attention, not wanting to burn any more energy, he eyed the people around, thinking, pondering, and planning. He chose targets, played out scenarios in his mind, and discarded most of them as unlikely... to fall for his attempts to wingman Syderia into a relationship. Hey, Syderia wasn't conscious for her to yell at him every time he tried, so might as well try now, right?
  4. "Kill them all," Blonde had said, after ignoring her advice and just tearing the bullet out of her shoulder. That would definitely reopen the wound, and if it had hit a major artery, she'd be bleeding out within minutes. But she was okay, she'd said... Syderia sighed and let it go for now. They had more important issues off of the deck. Below her was a maelstrom of whirlwind and blood. Eighty freaking feet below her. She didn't know anything that could help her survive a fall of that magnitude... well, besides instantaneously healing all the damage she took from the fall. Come to think of it, would she take any damage from falling anyways? It was a different world, after all, with different people, and thus injuries... no, Blonde had been injured and thus the possibility of dying here was very real, even if it was from a fall. Syderia looked to the voice in her head for an answer, and got none. So she looked around the battlefield for an answer instead. On the watchtower, she spotted Pathogen disintegrating a guard with some sort of acid bile. And the disintegrating man had been struggling with... was that Viera? Syderia made a mental note to stay on Pathogen's good side. On the ground, she saw John Wilder tearing through people with a ferocity that reminded her of an angry dragon. Speaking of angry dragons, though, she spotted their own angry black dragon melting people with her black flames. Blonde, too, rampaging through guards and aristocrats like a flame tearing through a forest. Wynonna, the captain of their ship, at the helm, clearly uncomfortable with what was going on. Counseling, therapy, and teaching of coping methods might be necessary for her to recover, but Syderia knew she didn't have the time to help her out. Though she felt some level of remorse for what had likely happened to that Miss Dick, as well as the mess that the captain and crew would be involved in due to their actions, it was outside of her control now. Syderia couldn't jump, she concluded. With how she was positioned and the magic she knew, jumping from here would be suicide. But there were things even she could do from up here. They were worlds apart, and Syderia had her doubts about ever being able to revisit this reality of aristocrats, slaves, casinos, and machines. But she had observed them all, and the people of this world seemed human in body and in mind. They loved and they doubted, they argued and they fought, they did what they thought was best for them and their friends and their families. That made at least some of them worth saving... right? Through the lens of a telescope retrieved from her pack, Syderia began to conduct wide sweeps of the carnage down below. First, Blonde, in a hailstorm of bullets and blood. Syderia braced herself against the railing for the pain that was to come, as she muttered two words almost beneath her breath. Omega Heal. Blonde's shoulder, damaged as it was from the bullet wound, would feel a soothing wind sweep through the wound. If she paid any attention to her shoulder in that instant, she would see the wound, in the time span of about a second, sew itself back together without any pain or discomfort whatsoever. Any other wounds she would have acquired would have been repaired in the same mannerism. Back up on the ship, Syderia grit her teeth, in order to not scream out in pain as her shoulder was forcibly wrenched open, her body accumulating the wounds meant for Blonde. Her shoulder, now bleeding profusely from a bullet that never hit her, almost useless in its current state. But she could keep going, and she needed to keep going. Even though she'd made the decision to leave Blonde's wounds for later, a bullet wound like that in this situation needed immediate care... especially since Blonde had just up and gone and ripped the bullet out, reopening all of the closed wounds. Next, the slaves. There was a full-on slave rebellion going on here, and guards had not left that unnoticed. All around the slaver's square, limited packets of uprisings were happening, and lives were being bought and sold in the market with reckless abandon. She observed the slaves who had rebelled, looking for any who had been injured in the crossfire. The clearly dead, she left that way. Anyone else got the same treatment she had given her boss. Healed back to full health in about a second, while Syderia's body took the blows meant for them. Next, herself. Preparing herself for even more pain to come, she took her free arm and jostled it around in her pack, pulling out some spare clothes and stuffing it in her mouth. Alpha Heal. Her wounds would begin to stitch themselves back together in a painfully slow process akin to regeneration. She wanted to cry out in pain as her wounds felt like they were constantly being stabbed by needles, but she just bit into the clothes hard and continued scanning the bloodbath. In her current condition, Syderia estimated she could heal herself to full health in about... thirty minutes. But she didn't need full healing, just enough to stop herself from bleeding out. Heal others, heal herself. Heal others, heal herself. Save as many lives as she can. That was her mission on the deck of the ship. Her vision blurred at times, and she teetered dangerously close to falling unconscious from pain more times than was safe. But she endured, for her own sake, as well as that of every other person fighting down there.
  5. Once Anita Dick was out of Syderia's hands, she didn't have anything to do but watch and listen from the safety of cover. She saw Miss Blonde - hit, once. Shoulder wound. Bullet lodged in her deltoid muscle. Not a lot of blood, projectile applying pressure to where vein stopped. No need for removal. Wait until primary care is available. She saw the guard - between the eyes. Brain damage. Dead immediately. She saw the kid - what kind of disease was that? Infectious? Probable, unlikely. Deadly? Given condition, unlikely. Care required? Possibly. No good equipment to treat wound. Disease could be outside parameters of medical care. She heard the kid - not contagious? Confirmed? Perhaps. Subjects of disease often spread disease without prior knowledge. Remain cautious. Care likely impossible if subject honest. Naked though. Die from cold? Likely. Needs cover. She heard the screams from the lower deck - torture? Yes. Painful? Yes. Dead afterwards? Unlikely, unless all parameters of mission were achieved. She saw Miss Blonde - wound not bothering her? No. Definitely bothering her. Called for medic. Should respond? Will Cleric respond? Will boyfriend respond? Needs professional, though. Does either have medical training? No. Syderia looked at her arm, looked at Miss Blonde, assessed the damage again, and begrudgingly got up and trudged towards her employer, realizing that she couldn't use her magic to heal her boss. From her pack, she drew out her medical kit. From her medical kit, she drew out a bandage. So what if it wasn't sanitary? She could just use her magic to finish the job. "You'll be fine," she declared as she approached Miss Blonde. "The hot bullet cauterized the wound. I'll wrap this around to apply pressure, and we can finish the healing once the mission is complete." Truth be told, as she took her employer's arm and began to wrap the bandage around her shoulder, she could have gotten the bullet out and then healed with magic, but she didn't know how much time they had until they hit their next location and located Jax Fellgreen. So, she opted not to take the risk of healing with her slower magic, and her instant heal would have just transferred the wound to her, which would damage their productivity. She could almost hear Raya in her head telling her to flirt with Miss Blonde, despite the fact that she'd be killed if she did because... Jack existed.
  6. Syderia smiled kindly back at the woman. She looked nice. Middle-aged, working for a living, two daughters, friendly co-workers. If it were any other day, on any other job, Syderia was absolutely sure she would have been great friends with the woman. On any other day, Raya would have taken over her body and flirted with Charity and Chastity. On any other day, Raya would also be flirting with the line chefs Noah and Chase. On any other day, Raya would be shouting in Syderia's brain to flirt with Charity, Chastity, Chase, and Noah. On any other day, she could have taken them out to drink, to hang out, to talk, to make merry. On any other day, the fire alarm wouldn't be blaring in her ear. If only it was any other day. But alas, it was not, and Syderia sighed internally as she prepared to do what she had to do. Ignis Caeli. She looked around, and gestured to the backdoor. "We should make a swift escape," she said as she placed one hand on the back of Anita's neck to help force her along, the other hand reaching back to pull out a throwing knife and hold it directly to Anita's neck. "Oh, I forgot!" Syderia suddenly looked back at Charity, Chastity, Chase, and Noah. "May the Light of the Gods shine upon you." At those words, several highly concentrated beams of light shone directly out of the back of the hand on the back of Anita's neck. With luck and good aim, they would shine directly into the eyes of Charity, Chastity, Chase, and Noah, blinding them while Syderia used what muscle mass she had to drag Anita to the back. What a bad day it was to be a chef.
  7. Lovely?! If Raya were in her head, he most certainly would have tried to get Syderia to seduce the younger woman. Alas, the voice in her head was no longer there, and thus all she could really do was go along with the disguise of the new cook. Sure, she was confused as to how in the world it had been so conveniently timed that a new cook would sign on that she would be able to ask any random chick who Mrs. Dick was and get led straight to Mrs. Dick without having her cover broken, but then again it would be a dick move to refuse at this point. So all she could do was move towards the back and pretend to be a new chef. She walked around like a lost puppy, looking for an apron to find, tying her light brown hair behind her head to keep it out of the way as was per proper kitchen habits, looking for gloves to keep her hands clean, because really, the kitchen and the medical tents were basically the same thing: a battlefield where the primary enemy was filth. She could almost hear Raya in her head berating her for taking this seriously as she finally found an apron and tied it on, moving into the kitchen to meet up with Charity, Chastity, and Anita Dick. What was the medic doing at the front trying to take her alive anyways, she wondered. No response still from the voice in her head. So all she could do now was to move into the kitchen shyly, clasp her hands together, and call out, "Madame Dick? I'm the new chef," with as much confidence as she could reasonably muster without a person in her head to distract her. "What would you have me do?"
  8. Syderia, on the streets, felt... uncomfortably confident. Maybe it was the lack of Raya in her head, but she did not feel like she was on the death mission everyone said she was. So when she walked into the high-end casino, with a traveler's cloak around her shoulders and feeling a little out of place, she listened to the name, nodded once, and began examining the casino for this... Anita Dick. She could hear the snickering of Raya in her head, even though he wasn't actually there. For a split second, Syderia looks back at Wynonna. She could easily change her appearance so she wasn't recognized. Yet, she remembered they were on a time limit, and Blonde and Jack were there. They could handle the scenario, she thought to herself, waited for Raya to respond, then remembered his current mental state. So she left them alone and moved on, solo and without a dance partner. However, she wasn't just making moves across the casino floor. Under her cloak, she was also making other moves with her abilities. She was uncomfortable doing this here, and would probably flash someone if her cloak was thrown up for any reason, but changing under her cloak was something she had to do to fit in more. So it was that Syderia looked for a woman, preferably alone. She spotted one and walked over to her, acting as posh as she possibly could, and under Fortune's Wheel, she attempted to get her attention with a courtesy and several kind words. "I beg your pardon. Madame Dick?" she asked, repressing the childlike giggle in her voice as she waited for a response. May Fortune smile upon her for this reckless move she was doing.
  9. Portals were something that Syderia and Raya were unfamiliar with, and the effect on their bodies was something Syderia wanted to study. Thankfully, with two people experiencing the same thing at once, they really had no problems going through with it. Except for the fact that the world they were going into seemed to not really like the idea of two separate entities in a single body. Syderia had her body, but Raya didn't have a body for himself anymore. Maybe that's why Raya felt himself being forcibly ripped from Syderia's mind, only to be saved from complete annihilation by Solomon's spell warding. He could compare it to torture, but that would be seriously lowballing the pain the visitor to Syderia's body felt. Thus it was that when Syderia's eyes blinked open, even as nausea-stricken as she was, she felt very clearly that Raya's presence in her mind was distinctly faint, as though he had been repressed. An interesting phenomenon for sure, and she appreciated the silence, but she was unsure of how to feel about Raya dying for this. The sky was muggy, the light was dim, it reminded her of a smoldering volcano, and she felt like she was going to vomit as she sat down and covered her mouth, focusing on recovering from that trip. It really wasn't a good day to die, after all.
  10. There was one person who hadn't responded, hadn't moved, and hadn't done much of anything, really. That was a young woman, in her early 20s. She had light brown hair which leaked out of her loose hood like water dripping from a faucet. The ends of her hair were stained red with some mysterious substance, giving her hair the illusion that it was shifting from red at the very ends to light brown at the top. Her eyes were closed, and she wore a midnight black traveler's cloak that covered her body, leaving only her boots exposed. No one who did not possess mind reading could tell anything about the conversations within her head. Two distinct trains of thought were running simultaneously in her head as she bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth, as though asleep. Thus Syderia Ereina Iranai, the group's supposedly dedicated healer, prepared herself mentally to jump. Raya Erei Irai, the man in her head, continued annoying her until the command to jump came, as he normally did. They were already physically ready. They just needed a command to get up and run.
  11. Basic Information Full Name: Syderia Ereina Iranai Aliases: Raya Erei Irai, Miracle Worker Race: Human Age: 24 Occupation: Combat Medic Sex: F/M Appearance Height: 5 feet 6 inches Weight: 124 pounds Hair Color: Light Brown, Ends are Reddish-Brown Eye Color: Dark Brown Body Build: Thin and lithe Skin: Tanned Abilities Raya's ReConstruction: By applying magical energy through touch to the very fundamental cellular level, it is possible for Syderia to alter bodily appearances, structure, and functions over an extended time period. This is often used to switch appearances between the female persona, Syderia, and the male persona, Raya, though it is possible for them to alter appearances of others. Achiel's Heal: This ability takes three different levels of healing. Omega Heal transfers Syderia's health and energy over to another, restoring vitality and healing wounds instantly by transferring energy to the target and the physical wounds to Syderia. Beta Heal is a physical healing ability that can affect up to four targets, healing their wounds over time. Alpha Heal is a magic restoring spell that can affect up to four targets, regenerating their energy and magical power over time. The condition here is that any and all affected targets must remain in Syderia's field of vision while the effect is active, or it will cut, even if Syderia blinks. Gadriel's ReBirth: Syderia can perform a full resurrection of an individual over a 24-hour ritual. However, the ritual MUST start no greater than 1 hour after death. Additionally, Syderia cannot revive people twice, and she MUST be in possession of the body of the deceased. Erea's Ignis Caeli (Heaven is Aflame): Syderia's only offensive ability, Syderia can focus and control light, firing it as a beam to superheat opponents with an intensely hot ray of light. The size of the beam and its potency depends on the potency of the light sources Syderia can draw from. Inventory Medical Kit Handaxe Dagger Throwing Knives (3) White & Black Medical Clothes White & Black Medical Masks Essentials Background Syderia grew up under a relatively unassuming lifestyle, volunteering for medical work in her early teens, where she excelled. However, after being abducted in her late teens, she volunteered with a gang of mercenaries, dealing her gift of medicine to those on the front lines. The mercenaries took care of her and taught her advanced magics, improving her abilities, and in return she healed them. Now independent, she sells her medical services to those who would pay. During one of those missions, she was abducted and tortured, and woke up rescued with a male voice in her head. After much examination, she concluded she was not, in fact, crazy, and that there really was someone in her head. Now Syderia and the man in her head, who calls himself Raya Erei Irai after her name, work together to make money and survive while saving as many lives as they can. Raya taught her ReConstruction, and she taught him healing. Together, they're a formidable team... with one offensive ability.
  12. I need to make a new character so I can free myself up for this but I'll hop in as well!
  13. A yeti child tugged at Emilio's fur coat like a baby trying to get it's mother's attention, and for a whole two seconds, it was adorable, distracting Emilio's attention away from his building. Then it hit him. Literally. A claw from a yeti he wasn't looking at blindsided him with a nasty hook to his face, sending him spiraling through the air, before thudding to a screeching halt on the soft snow, the world spinning around him. His father, noticing this, rushed over, expending the last of his arrows to grab him and pull him to a spot of relative safety. At the very least, they weren't going to be immediately attacked by the yetis as Em recovered from the nasty blow, a trail of elven blood tracing down the side of his face, rushing down like they were settlers rushing down the Oregon Trail. In that moment, Ara sincerely wished that the yetis couldn't smell Em's blood over all the other blood. He really had no defense against these creatures, especially since they were entirely nonmagical in nature. That was where his wife came in, landing near them to rest, recover, and cauterize Em's wound before he got infected or bled out. Then again, this was blue fire, not regular fire, so the wound was cauterized... with a couple burns along the way. Well, a couple around the wound. And some burnt hair. Aria, knowing she couldn't make it over without drawing attention, continued to fight, utilizing her precognition to its finest ability, hacking and slashing. Yet, to her, she wasn't feeling any inklings of the previous surge of power she'd felt at the town. This was... the same old. Except instead of wizards and people, these were yetis, where one mistake could be potentially fatal. Like her brother, who had been blindsided in the face. She'd get him back for that... if they survived... whatever in the hell this was. Thank goodness these yetis were simpletons whose echoes never changed and were easy to read. Then, off in the distance, a shriek from a creature Aria didn't recognize. Then cold and fire. Lots of cold and fire. That was... Oh, shoot. Never in their lives had Aria, Emilio, Matsuri, and Ara felt so hopelessly outmatched as they did when they saw an ice dragon swoop over the lands, incinerating everything in its path with icy flame... except for Dredge. They'd fought many humans before, and even a dragon in one case, but this... this was an entirely new level. Not even dodging, just countering, like it was nothing. Aria, stunned by the display, was easily taken unawares by the few yetis she had left, a yeti's hand wrapping around her, the claws stabbing her through the stomach while she stood there, mouth ajar at the incredible display of power from the Legion of Doom. Crying in agony, she'd thrash in the grip of the yeti as it raised her up, ready to devour her whole and end her life. Who in the world had they been following? What were they even doing here, in a crazy battle where they were about fifty years under everyone else? What kind of power was this? They'd seen power from others, but this, now, was absolutely crazy. Everyone was unveiling some sort of power left and right. They needed power. They desperately needed more power. They needed it now. In that instant, all four of them reached the same conclusion. Emilio, barely conscious, blood running down the right side of his face, the claw marks running from the bottom of his chin to his ear, which had been absolutely obliterated by the claw of the yeti, burned all over the wound by his mother who had tried to cauterize it. Matsuri, blood on her hands, exhausted, panting for breath, most of her power burned away. Ara, with a useless power, a crossbow with no arrows, unhurt but unable to help either. Aria, several claws through her stomach, and ribcage, blood quickly filling one of her pierced lungs, running out of time to stay alive. They had to invoke her power. All four of them, within about a second of each other, whispered into the air a single phrase as they took a blood-stained finger and drew on the back of their hands in blood a circle, then on the lower half a seven, then an upside down seven on top of that seven. "Sorry, Grandma," Aria and Emilio muttered to themselves. "Sorry, Mother," Matsuri muttered to herself. "Lilian, forgive us," Ara muttered to himself. With their tongues, they would all lick the seal of blood and swallow the droplets of blood down their throats, feeling the back of their hand burn as Lilian's Seal was shattered four times. Hark, the heralds have heard, the cry of the desperate. Here, she shall see, the will of the fallen. Halt, hath she smelled, the blood of the accursed? Hold, she now bends, to taste of their life. Halo, be damned, for the soul hath been touched. Here I stand, and here I stay. Bound to this world, the evil of day. So here we renounce our family name, and take the title of our greatest shame. I am Hyphy. And I am a vampire. Lilian's Seal shattered like a glass pane under a window, and thus they awakened.
  14. "So, Operation Backdoor was..." "For the love of - volcano. Make a volcano." "Oh yeah... that one - mom?" "Wha - oh... sh-" The thunderous crash of a rock smashing down right where Matsuri Hyphy had just been standing echoed over the battlefield. Matsuri, barely escaping with her head, being pulled out of the way by her son, the rock coming so close that the rough edges had ripped some skin off of her cheek as she had turned her head to avoid the rock better. Era, one hand pulling his mother out of harm's way, the other channeling earthen energy into the rock so as to divert its descent ever so slightly so that Matsuri wasn't crushed. He doubted the rock manipulation had done anything, but no matter now. There were yetis. And they needed to die. For a second, Era fantasized about having a pet yeti before Matsuri took to the air on a wave of blue fire, pelting the yetis from above with searing bolts of flame to draw their attention. Snapped back to reality by the heat, Era knelt down and began to concentrate, attempting to move the land itself. Stone and dirt, coalescing around him to build something. His sister weaving around their slow blows, cutting them with twin swords of black steel and gold. His father hanging back, using his crossbow to aim for the eyes and mouth of each yeti. Operation Backdoor, true to its name, had to do with a back door. In this case, it referred to a weak point in a castle. As far as the Hyphys had seen, not many enemies were capable of long range attacks; the Yetis hurled ice and rocks, but most opponents were of the melee type. So, the group opted for a different plan of attack: an earthen siege weapon constructed and held together by magic, using heat pressure to launch balls of flaming rock, lava, and other things at the enemy army and at the castle so as to wreak havoc among enemy lines. Era had to do it fast, though. His family could hold off the yetis for only so long, and even the girl with the gift of foresight could not dodge forever. Already, Aria and Matsuri were slightly wounded from the yetis, and the seemingly useless Ara had been mostly ignored while he had fired off a dwindling supply of crossbow bolts. It was only a matter of time.
  15. "Well? What do you think?" "I don't know what the hell those are, and I kind of don't want to find out..." "I don't see the problem; Era can use fire and lava, and you can use blue fire, Mom." "The problem is that they are ice monsters, hon! Even if we did know that they were vulnerable to fire and the like, we don't actually know what the hell they can do! Besides, your dad's about as useless as a paper fan in a wildfire against any of those things, since it's likely they don't even use magic or have it!" "Aw, come on..." Ara grumbled from the sidelines. The family of four had just rendezvoused at the edge of Albor, literal seconds after finishing delivering the promised Sherpas to the Legion. All two of them. There really weren't people around here, and at the moment it didn't look like they had time to find any more. Between the small child Matsuri had taken, the assassin that Era had escorted in, and the running away that Aria had done, they had consumed a lot of time, and even Ara, who had run all the way back to the town after finishing his self-assigned mission of eliminating runners, had no time to prepare for the impending army that was now charging towards combat with the Legion. Death was coming, and they were hilariously unprepared for it. "So, what's the strategy?" Aria asked, eyeing the Terror from afar. "Aria, you're with me. Darling, Era, Operation Backdoor," Ara quickly snapped the sentence out, starting to move towards the battlefield already. "Isn't that..." "No, not that one, hon," Matsuri grumbled exasperatedly. "The other one." "I wasn't thinking about that!" "Yes, you were." "Aw, come on..." Aria sighed in sarcastic and melodramatic fashion, exaggerating the imitation of her father, starting to migrate her merry way the battlefield after him. "Mom... which one was Backdoor? I get confused with Dad's codes," Era whispered to Matsuri, tugging on the hem of her sleeve. "This one is one word! It's not like his twenty-word codes!" "We have twenty-word codes?" "You get the damn point," Matsuri lightly smacked her son on the back of his head. "Let's just go already. Hate to keep them waiting." And thus the little family split; the mother and her son, both accelerating themselves with spurts of fire, attempted to retreat back, looking for a vantage point to where they could execute their master plan. The father and his daughter, migrating like wildebeests, slowly and steadily moving towards the battle. Aria, drawing twin shortswords of black steel and gold, one of elvish make and one of human make. Her father, ever the human warrior, pulling off of his back a crossbow, loading it with a bolt, and then from his hip drawing a dagger. Not quite eager to constantly war over whatever the hell this was, but hey, they were getting paid, right?
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