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INTENSIFIES?

HEAVY BREATHING	26.5%	[ 13 ]
POTASSIUM INTENSIFIES	8.2%	[ 4 ]
ESPURR INTENSIFIES	16.3%	[ 8 ]
EYEBROWS INTENSIFIES	16.3%	[ 8 ]
INTENSITY INTENSIFIES	20.4%	[ 10 ]
nnonooooOOOOOOOO	2.0%	[ 1 ]
u shame me	4.1%	[ 2 ]
fk u	6.1%	[ 3 ]
Total Votes:			[ 49 ]

[howy no]

In the distance, sounds of chaos could be heard, the city itself crying for help on an unfortunate Christmas Eve. There were roars, there were people shouting, there were crystals raining from the sky, but all of this was overshadowed by the current danger that Kimaris and Eleanora had found themselves in, a danger that neither of them desired, but came for them anyways.

"Don't worry about me."

After patching Eleanora's leg up, Kimaris lifted her head to look her friend in the eye with a raised eyebrow. In a situation like this? How could she not worry about her friend? Sky-blue hues laid upon the pink-haired Daeva's hand, where it was holding onto her other arm. "It's probably best if both your hands are free for getting out of here. I'll put another layer on top." Using the last of the bandage, Kimaris hastily but gently wrapped it around Eleanora's arm wound. For her own arm, the flame-haired Daeva simply slapped some salve on, inhaling sharply and slightly cringing as she felt the burning sensation that the Ohr had left. She was relieved to hear that Eleanora could stand, but instead of finishing her statement, she uttered a name instead. "Driscol." The name seemed familiar. But why...oh, right! He was one of the alpha Daeva, though, Kimaris didn't know him personally. In fact, she had never met him before, but, it seemed that the opportunity would soon present itself.

Eleanora stood up, using Kimaris's shoulder to help herself get back on her feet. "It seems that a little scuffle between Leo and Mikhail drew the attention of Exodus." Blue eyes glazed over for a split second as she thought about her brothers. "Yeah..." was all she was able to manage out. She knew that Mikhail had taken his crystalline dragon form because of the massive gems falling from the sky, and as much as she wanted to rush out there to help calm him down from whatever had sparked his wrath, she felt that right now, watching over Eleanora was her priority. Mikhail would be able to hold on his own. He was strong. Incredibly strong. Not to say that Eleanora wasn't, but she was currently in a weakened state due to being unable to soak up much needed sunlight because of the busy holiday season. So of course, Kimaris wanted to bring her to safety first...but it seemed that someone else would be able to take care of her pink-haired friend.

"Darlings," a voice spoke. Suddenly, shields had enveloped them, protecting them from an oncoming barrage of Ohr bullets. “What sort of mess have you gotten yourselves into?” Kimaris turned her head to gaze upon the newcomer. 'So this must be Driscol...' Judging from his actions, he seemed to be on their side, at least, that's what she hoped. Speaking carefully, she replied, "One that it seems you're protecting us from, so...thank you."

"Can you get Kimaris and I out of here?" Eleanora asked. Kimaris nodded her head, but soon opened her mouth to add, "If you could please just take care of Nora. I have something I need to take care of." Only a few moments had passed when another voice had spoken, but this time, it was from outside of the shields. "Excuse me," he spoke, slightly muffled by the storming noises outside. "Leonne has sent me to check on Miss Finch and her companion. Would they by any chance be in this little bubble here? If not, that's fine. I'll move on." Kimaris cocked an eyebrow. 'Leonne sent for us? REALLY?' She was able to understand why he would send someone for Eleanora, but for herself? 'Don't kid yourself, brother.'

Despite her current puzzlement, a small, but warm smile had appeared on her face as she turned to face her female friend. "Seems like you got a lot of people who care about you, Nora." Kimaris tilted her head to briefly gaze at Driscol, then at the shield where it seemed the other figure would be standing outside, and then back at Eleanora. "You're in good hands." Even amongst all of this chaos, the Daeva was able to feel just a teeny bit of joy. Sure, Daeva and humans were fighting, bullets were flying around, buildings had been destroyed, but even then, people were still helping each other out on this crazy Christmas Eve.

Her warm moment only lasted a mere few seconds before a thunderous crack had reverberated throughout the air. 'Was that Leonne? What's going on now??? She was about to find out. "Nora...could you return with Dagon out there?" Blue hues slid over to look at Driscol. "Actually...I may need your help. That is, if you could allow someone else to take care of Nora for now, and if you could possibly spare some time to stop a fight." He was able to stop the storm of Ohr bullets from before, so Kimaris was certain that it wasn't impossible for him other things. However, by the looks of his appearance, he seemed to be someone who...only involved himself with things or people in which he was interested. Nevertheless, it was worth a shot. She wasn't above seeking for help when it presented itself. "Can you lend me a hand with putting an end to the battle outside?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed together in determination as she looked at him straight in the eye. If nothing was done, people were going to get hurt, and she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she just upped and away-ed to leave them there.

Despite Driscol's answer, she would still rush out to use everything in her power to push back the chaos. After all, that was why she was fighting in the first place, why she was exposing herself instead of hiding away, despite all of the dangers that came with Exodus patrolling around the city. It was risky, and it was ironic, but she was fighting to stop the fighting.


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Walker knows things.

It is in fact the primary cause for his continued survival in an occupation that regularly sees him matched against beings capable of spitting fire or crapping lightning or such other assorted bullshit. It's not nearly as flashy as some of the other Hunters, and it doesn't do all that much to beat down Daevas either, but he wouldn't trade his power for the world because that old chestnut about knowledge being the be all end all? Well, it's true, and he's living proof. So as forces conspired against him in the streets below, Walker considered everything he knew and focused upon three things in particular. One, no one, man or woman, should be that damn upset over a jacket. It's a jacket; you can buy a new one. Get over it. Two, said unreasonable idiot was building himself up into a living weapon by virtue of his far more flashy power and preparing to rain all manner of hell down on Walker and his. And three, amid all the other bio-weaponry this hot-head was bring to bare, he'd fancied himself up with some hyper-enhanced eyesight to boot. Walker knew how to use that. Thus it was that as Pinky cleared the edge of the roof, flipping through the air like some cheesy action movie extra and bringing his water-cannon arm to bare, Walker had already taken aim at where he knew the kid was going and calmly pulled MA's trigger with a quiet utterance of:

"Flare."

Evo-boy's world was suddenly lit up by a military grade signal flare; a little package of magnesium that could be seen for miles off on a starless night and burned with a cold intensity that left spots dancing behind your eyelids even if they'd been closed at the start. Course, that was if you had normal, dull human vision. For the super powerful sight of his enemy, it had to feel like someone sticking a pair of road flares into his eye sockets. In turn, his opening blast of that hydro-cannon went sailing wide and he was left to tumble gracelessly into cover. Just as well, as Walker was the only man on the roof aware of all that was happening and his men seemed almost as dazed by the sudden signal flare as the Daeva'd been. Pity he didn't have time to get them up to date. "Down!"

They may have been half-blind and panicked, but they stayed true to their training and dropped at his shout. Walker had suited action to words, doing the same just as a second high pressure jet sliced through a corner of the access door for the roof, tearing up brick and mortar like a power washer tore through old dirt. A couple of projectiles followed, bouncing wildly and hitting one of his men in the leg, but it was more by blind luck than any real effort on the demon's part. He'd be working a while to clear his vision, and even then he was just firing blindly around the corner. Still, that wouldn't last; already Pinky over there was working out his next move, and Walker didn't care for the direction of his thoughts. He motioned towards one of the men nearest him and the soldier crawled along his belly to reach the Hunter. "Sir?"

"Jackass is about to make a break for it. Give him a wide berth, and open up on him as he comes through. Don't think you'll do much more than annoy him, but it should keep his attention long enough."

"For what, sir?"

Walker flashed the other man a show of teeth. "Give me a couple of stickies and stand back."

True to form, Pinky tore out of his hiding spot not long after, tearing up more brick and property values and barreling right into the hail of gunfire that erupted around him. Big brute made a bee-line for Walker who knew straight away that even with PA protecting him he didn't want to get hit head on with something that went through brick walls like tissue paper. Instead, he waited to lat instant to dive low past the charging demon, his hands slapping off the monster's thing and vaulting his lanky form past the rush and off to one side. Pinky didn't even seem to notice, and just kept right on going, off the roof again and down an alleyway, possibly to reassess his life choices. Back on the roof, Walker gave a quick look to make sure his men were still mostly intact, then hit the small detonator he was palming, igniting the pair of adhesive explosives stuck to Pinky's thigh where he'd passed him before. They called them stickies because they were wafer thin, adhesive patches of thermite meant for burning out locks on doors and breaching an entrance. in approximately one second, two of the things stuck to the Daeva's thigh suddenly heated up to roughly 5000 degrees Celsius. Walker didn't know if that'd kill him, or just cut through the damn things leg, but either way he was betting on him not being happy about it.

"Sir."

Walker touched the transmitter in his ear. "Report, Helen."

"More Daeva, sir. One seems to be shielding the initial targets from harm, and it looks as if the regenerator is with them. Also, a giant Crow is about to hit the building you're standing on."

Walker didn't quite get to ask 'What?' before the whole damn roof bucked underneath him and he and his men were sent sprawling like a bunch of nine-pins. The building itself groaned worryingly, having taken about as much abuse as it could stand. Walker struggled to an uneasy footing. "The hell, Helen?! Couldn't you have given us a little more warning than that?!"

"Sorry, sir. I was temporarily blinded by some idiot firing off a flare in my field of vision."

"Oh... well, yeah...." Walker shook his head, thinking he'd smack himself for that one later. "Alright look: this situation is officially FUBAR. I want you and the men to clear out. Get to a safe distance than give Carlos a call for immediate evac, understood?"


"Confirmed. Sir... what about you?"

Walker looked towards the edge of the building were a noxious looking cloud was slowly seeping up over the railing. "I'm going to cover you. Now get moving, that's an order." Walker gave a briefer version to his men who fell out in good order, some carrying wounded but no one was left behind. Walker himself checked the magazine on MA, working through his options. Enough for a few more shots, or one more explosive round. Past that he wasn't going to be able to fight any moreuntil he got the weapon reloaded back at HQ. He needed to make this one count. Taking a deep breath figuring he didn't want to inhale whatever was rolling up over there, Walker broke into a short, quick run before leaping off the side of the building and right down towards the monstrous bird below, MA already humming in his grip.

I ******** hate birds.

"Explosive Shot: Judgement!"

A wave of Ohr energy went pouring out of the gun and straight into the gaping maw of that damned' crow, blasting down with the same force that had earlier this evening leveled a building and started this whole damn mess. Likewise, the gun suddenly became a temporary rocket as well, and Walker was flung back through the air by the force of the blast, sailing over the crumbling building he'd been holding and taking a slow arch back towards the ground some ways off. A glance behind him showed a long, unfriendly stretch of asphalt waiting to greet him. Oh, this is going to suck.... Walker did what he could to minimize the damage, twisting his body to hit feet first and then dropping into a roll to spread out the force of the impact. Or, rather he tried to, it was less of a roll and more a jouncing, bouncing scramble of limbs that kept on until he fetched up hard against a particularly large crystal from the previous shower, banging his head hard enough to see stars. He hurt everywhere, and it felt like his ribs might be cracked because there was a sharp stab of pain whenever he breathed, but he was alive at least so there was that. Also, not alone.

Canting his head to one side, he looked up at the tightly clad form of a familar face, her hands filled with weapons as per usual.

"Sup, Lieutenant."









x Envii You


Oxii Clean


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Fallen Saniity

[Oxii Clean]

↳Savagery was a thing that Alec did not pride himself on, nor a wanton need for violence. He just wanted to live a simple life, in a simple city, with a plan of regular diet and exercise, exterminating the unjust and running a shop for the artistic community. However, his final fallback plan of becoming one of the most terrifying and horrendous Daeva to ever live is being forced into motion by Exodus and their little depraved monsters! His vision was still ridiculously blurry from the flare, and even worse, the ravenous flames were tearing through his armored skin, digging into his flesh, causing him to scream with pain. He had either one of two options at this point, he could assume his pyrokinetic form and use his flames against him, or unleash his most powerful magnetic form. "You ******** are...hurgknn...gonna get it." As he lie on the ground clutching the earth in pain, he saw the soldiers aiming their weapons and ready to unleash hell on his now completely vulnerable form. That was until his skin began to form purple luminescent cracks, which grew and spread across his entire body until this "shell" completely shattered in a dazzling display of energy. What emerged from the little light show was Alec in his normal form, but made entirely out of electromagnetic and unholy energy, centered at a point on his sternum which was reflective deep black orb roughly the size of his fist.

As soon as he transformed, pipes, pieces of armor, dropped weapons, and wrenches converged onto the Daeva's location. The metals were twisted and shaped like clay forming hexagonal scaled armor that covered his arms and shoulder, with a multi-pieced cuirass forming over his chest. The various metals formed long plates which attracted themselves to his legs, floating just above the electromagnetic "skin" as he lifted himself off the ground, levitating just above it. Finally, the remaining metal formed perfectly spherical and smooth orbs which rested themselves onto his feet, replacing his whole foot. His chrome body appeared limp as he stood upright, head cocked to the side as he raised his right palm causing pipes to shoot from underneath the ground and impaling a few of the soldiers. There were seven pipes in all which he molded into flat, long and sharp blades, which levitated behind him. The ball bearings from the bomb that tore his clothes to shreds were still present, and he would use them to his advantage,some were farther than others, but about thirty would suffice for his next tactic.

That giant, three-eyed bird was giving his adversary a nice little distraction, causing him to fire off a terrifying gun of some sort, nothing of much importance, but he still wanted compensation for this Hunter's actions. Six of the seven blades he had moved in front of him and split off into three pairs, then, he placed a ball bearing between each one. The orbs launched at incredible speeds towards groups of fleeing troops, shredding through armor, flesh and bone like wet tissue and impacting the ground with explosive results. The magnetic accelerator cannons fired off three more times, in the Hunter's direction and towards his men, inching towards a nearby shield where more of his kind had positioned themselves. He knew for a fact that he was getting a new evolution, because he only had roughly thirty more minutes until his body gave out and returned to normal. He did not know two of those people, but he did know one of them, and that was good enough for him to lend his services by providing cover for their movements. However, Alec wanted vengeance now more than anything, but if it comes to something such as this, he cannot complain.

Alec used his blades to gather up the bodies for consumption, creating a cube of metal which stripped the bodies down using blades jutting from the inside, and mashing them into a fine paste at the bottom. Approximately fifteen bodies were liquefied by this means and were funneled into different bowls made from metal these bowls orbited the shapeshifting Daeva as he consumed each one hastily, feeling satiated by the time he had finished. Though he respected humanity, Exodus and their monsters are rarely considered anything more than thugs and wastes of space,there are exceptions, but even still he stays on his toes, always ready to be stabbed in the back. Considering he was completely naked, he decided to remain in this form, and it would also make sure he's prepared to fight any other members of Exodus. "Hmmm...I wanna go home...ugh...nobody's dead, right?" The ball bearings orbited his body while his blades folded onto his back like a fan, looking back to the giant bird creature. He could sense the pretense from such a large Daeva, most things that assumed such forms are usually full of themselves.

He frankly couldn't understand how one could be so disgustingly smug, even as Daeva. Frankly, he wanted to see how his cousin was doing instead of dealing with this collection of strangers. "If there are anymore of these bastards around tell me where they're wandering please...I don't wanna deal with 'em." He assumed his normal form for a moment, dropping all of the magnetic constructs in the process, to camouflage himself and give himself stone skin to resist the cold, keeping himself hidden nearby to recuperate. Alec was quite exhausted from assuming those different forms, and fire stuff was really annoying, not deadly, but painful, however if he sees him again, that man and his troops better be ready, because he'll be having a new weapon. Of course, if he had known that this Hunter was reading his mind the entire time he wouldn't have taken any time planning and left his body up to the task of reacting to the situation by itself. This is something he rarely does because it's terrifying, even though his body automatically reacts to preserve itself both offensively and defensively.

Alec began tending to his body, making sure that there was no real penetration of ohr into his system. He couldn't exactly stand upright just yet, so he remained sitting against rubble and metal, looking around at the various Daeva. "Sooooo...does anyone know of a green haired girl Daeva? Like...her name? Or like...why that dragon was bein' a crybaby b***h ruining my god damn day, getting people involved in bullshit like that?" He didn't exactly care much for the dragon, quite frankly, he hoped that Exodus was skinning him alive right now, he just wanted to make sure that his new friend was safe-ish. "...somethin' tells me that if that dragon didn't show up, I'd still have my clothes..." His mind boggled with the possibilities of cause and effect, trying to piece together the events of today in hopes of tying all of these things together. Perhaps he wouldn't be making it home on time to play his new vinyl, and he'll just end up sleeping out in the cold (not that it bothered him, anyway). "...oh and uuuuhhh..sorry 'bout the shop. Some people don't understand the consequences of their ******** er..I'll be goin' if you guys don't know anythin' happy whatever day.." Of course he was still within the pile of rubble, maintaining perfect camouflage just in case there were any hostiles left..

▌wнere: Metropolis; Ruined Flower Shop ▐ ▌wιтн: a*****e (Walker)---Exodus Dudes (dead) , DAEVA (I think)...▐ ▌O.O.C:

Xenru

Fallen Saniity

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x Envii You

Nuclear Whales

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[KingReejer]

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Everything about the scenario today made him question what was going on. Was it the fact that she apologized for overreacting? Or perhaps it was fact that as he operated on the form, he managed to see the relationship between the two as it compliantly left its mouth open until the last second of his hand escaping. Regardless, cats were inevitably out of the bag. 'Cats can go back in bags before they float down the river, Desdan... Just as metal can pierce its way back where it belongs...' His thoughts coming forth once more as he gazed at the sight before him. Each and individual tentacle began writhing and then submissively returning to the source. "Well, I don't believe I should be thanked when it was my fault in the first place that you were pierced by metal," offering the argument before he changed his mind. "Granted... I wouldn't have had to if you didn't overreact back there. So, I believe we are both equally at fault." Mentioning it with a chuckle, removing the cork of the liquor, smelling it then throwing back a quick swig. At this rate, it would be a quarter gone if the night continued.

Something caused Desdan to sit there silently, not wishing to disclose his identity quite yet. Besides, she wasn't giving him much time to reply until she started to talk about herself. If all else failed, ladies should go first, especially after threatening their company for the night. Watching slowly as his eyes traced the movement of her hands, weary of the faces returning when he least expected it. 'Come now Desdan, you know you want to just pin her to the wall and weave a nice statuette out of her. Of course, the flesh might fall right off of the bone... Let's test it, shall we?' Each moment led the thoughts to press their luck more and more. It wasn't until he had zoned out that he regained the hold of the situation, seeing her expose her forehead to see 'IV'. Ahriman, eh? Well, that certainly makes things even more dangerous. How he had been capable of even talking her down from killing him is an achievement as is. Each card had to be played safe and correctly, lest he be killed by those cute looks. Nodding slowly to show he was paying attention, he maintained a level of silence, allowing the woman to speak.

Listening only made him more concerned for his well being. If she was weak, then her siblings, that are being avoided for good reason, must be even stronger... beautiful. Why was it that she is avoiding them? Why even hide and live out her days in peace? The only thing he understood was why she was hesitant to being found out, especially when exorcists were brought up. "So, let me get this straight," taking a moment before he looked back to her as his gaze shifted to the bottle in his hands. "You're a black sheep hipster Daeva that started killing before it was cool. Since you started it, your siblings are jealous and try giving you s**t. How close am I?" Smirking as he looked over at her and gave a playful wink. Taking another swig from the bottle, he shook his head and looked toward the ground. "I do understand what you are saying though, just wanted to attempt to lighten the mood." Speaking softly as his demeanor changed once more. Placing the bottle down on the floor beside him, Desdan gathered the metal he had just removed and began remolding them to fit their original uses.

Silence fell for a short second as he began melding the metals into what he could remember, each item fitting the general shape of their purpose. "You're correct by the way, my name is Desdan," softly stating the correct assumption of hers from earlier. "Alexander was an alias I came up with to fit into society and... give me strength I suppose. You know, Alexander the Great, like you were saying... Big, strong, fearless man that isn't one to succumb to the will of others." Once his mind began twirling his psyche into the tangled web once more, all he could do was shake his head. "What a joke, right? Obviously not the best descriptor of me, as you no doubt saw tonight..." Looking toward her as his expression turned stoic, unsure why he was saying what he was, yet, comfortable in the fact that if he died, he spoke his mind for once. "I get what you're saying about the exorcist thing. Certainly is something to worry about these days, especially when I have fans that randomly bump into me on the streets at night and start hyping my ego up. Hell, you could have had me dead to rights if you were one of them." As a smirk crept across his features once again.

Something intrigued him about her, yet he couldn't say what it was. Once the screws and brackets were prepared, Desdan stood up and walked toward the frame of the doorway where there once stood a strong door. That was until its screws weren't there. "Least I could do is fix up the place after I wrecked it... I will patch up the bookcases as well, including the ones you might have nudged." Smiling warmly as he gave her a ration of crap. "So, why a librarian? I mean, I get that you have a hankering for knowledge with you telling me that you read all of the books damn near, but... why not a mortician or doctor? Have unlimited access to flesh and such. Unless, you can only control your flesh..." Looking over toward her, raising an eyebrow as he forced the door to stand up as he began forcing the fresh screws into their brackets, resting into the wood. It wasn't long before he had realized he had missed something. [********... Forgot the doorknob..."

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Mood: ► Confused.
Wearing: ► Leather jacket (resting on the desk), blue zipped sweater, dark blue jeans and black combat boots.
Location: ► Library.
With: ► Nanaly
Thoughts: ► Well, this is certainly interesting.
OOC: ► Melanie Martinez - Carousel, motivation for this post.

x Envii You

[x e I I i x]

At the mention of Leonne’s name, Driscol’s eyebrow quirked just a few centimeters into his purple bangs, mildly surprised that another alpha would be so foolish as to bring about…all this Exodus-involved destruction. And this Mikhail, he may have heard about in passing. He was unsure of this Mikhail fellow and his status—Driscol should really put more effort into discovering the faces that made up the Daeva community—but Leonne was an old soul, with almost a century on the dapper Dris. One would think that rational thinking came with age. But it didn’t, apparently. Driscol just hoped he was further cultivating what remained of the human race for the little fun they had left instead of cleaning up after Leonne’s trail of Daeva-rage infused s**t. The former was much preferable.

Dris let his dear niece’s request pass over him; he was no longer interested in what she had to say as long as she displayed herself to him in such a loathsome state. He instead turned his deep mahogany gaze toward the brilliant redhead. He would listen to her requests, if any, since she seemed to be the one keeping both Noura and herself alive.

The blackhole hovering at his left shoulder blade suddenly ruptured with a thin glassy crack that spread across its six inch diameter.

In the face of the red head’s gratitude, Driscol inclined his head slightly, finding himself growing fonder of this Daeva by the second. Perhaps she would be his new niece. But that was beside the point as of now.

"If you could please just take care of Nora. I have something I need to take care of."

It won't be that easy, pumpkin, he thought, his eyes registering consideration.

“No,” he replied without a hint of hesitation. He did not bother explaining why, however it was not out of spite. He would not let Noura die while he was around; they would both survive if he could help it. The death of a Daeva was a heartbreaking experience that he did not care to witness.

The blackhole above his head appeared as if it had shrunken a bit and he could feel it wear down from the amount of Ohr it was protecting him from. Likewise, a small amount of strain shot across his brow, making his right eye twitch. He would have to vacate the area soon, or be riddle with shrapnel. His hand had already been the victim of a stray bullet.

However, it was so like him to drag out a crucial moment. Being dramatic caused him a lot of woe at times, but Heaven would catch fire the day he gave up on his theatrical ways. Dear Satan, please deliver these distressed Daeva an actual savior!

Just then, another guess decided to make an appearance in this scene: an interesting boy with a rather magnificently hued mane.

"Leonne has sent me to check on Miss Finch and her companion. Would they by any chance be in this little bubble here? If not, that's fine. I'll move on."

Dris’ face turned up at the second mention of Leonne but looked to the red head who responded in turn. He agreed that Noura should be taken somewhere away from all this violence. She was certainly no use here.

His heart suddenly hammered in his chest like drums against a steel door frame, his blood rushing and his mind swimming a bit. His power was drawing short, compliments to the onslaught of Ohr raining upon them. His time was almost up, and if the red head had no backup shields in place, they would certainly die.

Driscol took this moment to come down from his Alpha high horse, quickly throwing up his remaining hand to form a rather large portal, doubling as a shield. He only used his hands for transport portals. This particular one was not meant to shield, therefore it was not meeting its purpose and would vanish in seconds. As he threw up this makeshift shield, the dozen or so surrounding his body shattered simultaneously and showered him in a glittering black snow. Alarm pulsed his eyes and he lurched into action; spreading both his arms to his sides, Driscol formed a portal the span of his reach, throwing a look to this…Dagon fellow. “Yes, it is as she said. Take Noura to Leonne, please. Protect my darling niece and I will be in your debt. And you—“ a small black hole appeared before Dris and he reached his non-gross hand inside. His hand appeared before the brave red head and he gave her nose a quick ‘boop’ with the tap of his finger, “—Miss Daeva, I accept your request and am at your disposal for this exciting endeavor.” He smiled wide and with mirth despite the current situation.

Oh Driscol, always with the theatrics!

“Now…shall we?” His unstable portal disappeared, leaving Noura with less protection. There was nothing more he could do now without further compromising his strength. He would leave his own wellbeing in the hands of the red head, aptly named ‘Miss Daeva’ for convenience. For now. Surely he wouldn’t die in her care.

Surely.

Either way, things were about to pick up.


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Nuclear Whales




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