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Rei
- The cry about ruining the blue boy's favorite pants only made Rei cackle harder as he tossed a magma rock idly in his hand before tossing it at Taubryn. It seemed the contact with the burning rock had managed to phase him as he made a hissing noise when he touched his own injury. It was great entertainment! This boy was inspiring humor inside of the evil Fire Breather as he continued to release rolling laughs. “Is this your idea of fun?” He was as transparent as he imagined he was. The guy calling out and questioning if he truly was having fun. Though, really, he would be having more fun if Katarina were actually paying attention to him instead of the familiar face. With the man distracted with the Ringmaster, Rei had decided that now would be the time for him to start preparing the fireworks and the grand finale~! Curling his left hand into a fist, he extended his fingers on his right hand out and then began to rotate his right arm around his left fist. There was a small ring of fire that began to curl around his wrist. It illuminated his hand in orange with the occasional flicker of light bouncing out of the circle. However, the conjuration of flames was stopped abruptly when the blue boy began to holler at him once again. “Is this your idea of fun!” "Whua?" Rei muttered as he jerked his attention from his hands and over to the illusionist. However, the ring of fire began to move from around his wrist and began to travel up to his hair. His gaze narrowed in on the blue haired boy, but not before his attention was grabbed by the line of fire traveling up his body as well as the changing of his wound.
"Oh god!" He shouted with panic as he began to pat at the fire chain that was misbehaving. His eyes narrowed onto the other fire breather before he chucked the fire creature at him. But, Pyrrhus' manipulation of the fire caused the object to simply dissipate in the air. Though, Rei's attention shifted back to the wound that was once a small dot and he began to press onto it. However, when he was applying pressure to cease the bleeding and size shifting, he noticed that the wound was actually very small. "Hmph," Rei grunted as he realized what a foolish trick the blue boy had been playing on him. A slight breeze blew around his legs and his gaze shifted down to the floor where he spotted a series of snakes beginning to attempt to travel up his body. “Do you like them friend? They certainly like you.” "Woah man!" He yelled as he began to shake his legs out trying to get rid of the pests. He probably looked like a bafoon the way he hopped around and flailed. A few of them had managed to break away and he quickly noticed the rocks tumbling to the ground. But, somehow a few of them stuck to his legs. He paused as he bent over and began to swat at them. He was beginning to get annoyed with all the playing, his eyes narrowed on Taubryn as he narrowed his eyes and began to mimic the hand motions he had been doing before he was interrupted. "Enough playing around." He snarled as the fire began to spiral around his arms and grow once more.
Ararelia
Taubryn - reacted to his snakes.
Pyr was a pest.
Katarina
- When Kat approached the trio in the middle of the tent, she released a low agitated growl as she heard the words tumbled out of Maiya's lips. "-- to bring this man, Morgan von Faustus to life..." The ex-blade thrower scoffed as she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. This whole thing was overly dramatic. She spun her blade idly in her hand. She had come to the scene too late, the brunette was lucky. After all, if Kat had opted to stand around by them then she would have been murdered during her momentary mourning. Her eyes narrowed on the brunette's head as she watched the scene change and spark to life. Morgan seemed to be feeling the touch of life again as color began to blossom along his cheeks and his fingers and chest began to move. She had been standing there dawdling and taking in the scene too long. However, she wanted somewhat of a fair fight with her opposite - Maiya - therefore, she made her presence known with a hearty laugh. "Oh ho ho~! Did someone just sacrifice their life for someone who was supposed to die? Well, sounds like to right fate, the both of you need to die." She twirled the blade freely across her hands as she held tightly onto her blades. Katarina had plenty of experience with her fellow knife thrower. So, she knew that she would need to keep a tight grasp on her blades to prevent the woman with telekinesis from stealing the weapons from her own hands. With a grin, Kat continued forward. "And, I feel like you owe me, Maiya. You always talked big game when we worked together. Let's settle this here and now." It seemed that the brunette realized that rejecting the suggestion was not an option as she told the Lion Tamer to take care of Morgan. "Fine."
With that one word of consent, Katarina charged at the "younger" woman. She was agile with deadly accuracy. It was clear with how instantly she darted forward that she had been training over the years she had been missing. Maiya, however, was the opposite. The brunette had been honing her skills of showmanship and accuracy with hitting a stationary target. The Ringmaster's lover, had been slacking in physical training, it was clear that she was already running low on reserves and energy with how lackluster her attempt to dodge the red-head was. Maiya simply sidestepped, but doing so had managed a slice to cut through her dress as she had lifted her arms to block her face. The red-head had sprinted past the other woman and had dealt a blow while doing so, and it was her unaware of the fact their battle was starting that had caused her to be so damaged. Well, that was what the brunette attributed it to. "Augh!" Maiya groaned as she fell to the ground. Her eyes squinted as she looked up at her opponent. It had been a long time since Morgan's Knife Thrower had to use her powers offensively. And it seemed that the initial attacked had provoked a need for violence within the woman. Her right hand crossed over her body and she applied pressure to the wound in her side as she watched Katarina elegantly spin around towards Maiya before licking the blood off the blade. "Pa-the-tic~" Kat sang after she had finished her momentary blood thirst. She shook the weapon allowing the remaining blood to spray off onto the floor. "Just like you had to have your Ringmaster protect you the night that my sister attacked. Oh! So sad~!" The red-haired woman continued to laugh and enjoy herself. But, Maiya's crimson eyes darted off of the ground before her and onto the show-boating woman. The brunette stared at her as though she was trying to summon her own powers. But yet, Kat was able to react before Maiya could conjure any strength. The Knife Thrower on Roland's side stepped in front of her and bent down, lifting up the Seilouen girl by her chin before walking across the tent, moving the brunette to an abandoned section of the tent. "Don't worry, I'll put you out of your misery. Weakling."
Cynotastic
Beating Maiya up.
Abagail & Apostle
- Her leather boots nervously pushed soil forward as she swallowed anxious saliva. This was not what she had anticipated going down in the least. After all, for how long her father and the others had planned, she was starting to believe that none of their plans would even come close to seeing the light of day. After all, Roland had been scheming to attack Morgan for as long as she could remember. And it was only through her own assistance that he was able to collect a gang of Morgan's immortals to join him on his quest for revenge. But yet, he showed no thanks and continued to only abuse her. It was because of this that Abagail was uncertain as to how she was going to spend the rest of her life. As much as she wished she could have an attachment to Roland as Ava had to Morgan, she knew it was something that simply could not be. Because instead of cherishing her, Roland abused her, smacked her, beat her up, stated that she had seen her use and he had no qualms in taking her life; and that she was only around because he allowed it. But yet, because she still had her own parent, she felt it was difficult for her to simply go rogue and abandon the man. Especially considering what the wretched voice in her mind always echoed when it came to the idea of abandoning him. No -- according to Apostle, Morgan was a horrendous man that she needed to stay away from. But, yet, none of her memories really showed that. For the most part she had been left to fend for herself. Which, being alone in her room was just how she liked it. Though, perhaps, it was the presence of Morgan that Apostle disliked the most. After all, with the aura of darkness that surrounds the Ringmaster, he struggled to take hold of her body as much as he could with him gone. So,maybe, it was simply that for which Apostle constantly stated she should be gone from the man.
Regardless, her hands were reaching nervously at her neck where she scratched with anxiety. This whole situation was dreadful. People had died, people were crying, and though she had no attachment to any of them, it still was painful. Especially seeing the sadness of those who surrounded Morgan. A whimper escaped Abagail as she let her gaze roll over the scene once more. Her ocean blue eyes hesitated on the scene in the middle of the tent, with Morgan, Maiya, and she assumed their daughter. Her lip quivered with the feeling that was settling in her gut; it was uncomfortable. Though, the fact that people seemed to idolize Morgan to the point they seemed to not care about their lives, but just wanted to crowd around the man and hope he was well said miles for the man's character. He had not been the kindest man from her past, but he was certainly much better than those she lived with now. She allowed her eyes to continue to skirt around the tent. She watched as Kat approached Maiya before challenging her to a battle, her gaze shifted onto Roland who was recoiling from the battle with the blonde haired woman. Then she looked to Liesel who was fighting with the doctor, and then Cannes who was in a spar with a second blonde. Abagail lifted a hand up to her lips as she pressed onto them allowing her teeth to pull off chunks of the flesh. Was there anything she could do to help? She couldn't prevent Apostle from holding up his barrier because that was entirely something on an ethereal realm, and that was his area of expertise. The only way that would happen was if she were mortally wounded. So, she was stuck here; a fly on the wall frozen in fear as she still watched the chaos unfold.
Shuffled around the tent.
Color Key↷
██ - Rei General ██ - Rei Talking ██ - Rei Thinking
██ -Katarina General ██ - Katarina Talking ██ - Katarina Thinking
██ - Abagail and Apostle General ██ - Abagail Talking ██ - Abagail Thinking ██ - Apostle Talking ██ - Apostle Thinking
██ -Katarina General ██ - Katarina Talking ██ - Katarina Thinking
██ - Abagail and Apostle General ██ - Abagail Talking ██ - Abagail Thinking ██ - Apostle Talking ██ - Apostle Thinking