Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

arrow Fal'lain Corp--Basement Labs

Julia could feel the shift in the weight of the bed, moving and bringing the covers up a little more before actually opening her eyes. The shifting in colors stopped and she lulled her head up to see Terrance staring down at her. She cracked a smile, reaching a hand up and around him to snuggle closer until her face was to his chest. "Mmm...Conflicted? I am...Too warm."She hummed, giving him a squeeze.

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

He blushed finally coming face to face with the woman he had slept with last night. It felt, different, to say the least attempting to speak to her. Not accounting to the fact he didn’t know what to, but also because he didn’t know what to say. “Indeed, you look great in green, not as much in pale, certainly not bad.” He said with blush covering his ncheecks and his eyes slightly looking away from her.

He chuckled at her for a second realizing that she wanted to stay in bed. “Happy to see that you want to stay with me, however, still have work to do, still need to make sure everything goes well.” He said with a grin of sorts before kissing her on the forehead again. He would try to move, but he still never to gather a bit more energy. She certainly drew him out more that he thought she would.

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

Julia raised an eyebrow, smirking and sitting up a little and changing her skin from pale to green quite quickly. She was definitely a comic book junkie's dream girl in this form, but she didn't behave like the famous villain. Julia pouted, making a whimpering sound when he wanted to get up. She let him go, but was fully satisfied that he wouldn't be able to walk straight away. "Of course...You still have that watch to remake..."She pouted, rolling she was on her back but still grinning. "Told you I would ravish you...You're going to have trouble sitting for a while."

Julia grabbed the blanket, rolling out of bed herself and getting to her feet. However, one step in, she fell over awkwardly, pulling herself back up with a huff.

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

IT was indeed awkward to stand up but he felt a lot worse. Maybe it was having his leg nearly chewed off to the point it was unusable for a while, but he was certainly able to walk. However, it seemed somebody else was having the problem. His half nymph partner who happened to just have stumbled over at the exact time of her bragger laced words. His eyes went wide and he quickly turned to her. “A-are you okay Julia?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Certainly they weren’t that rough right, no way to tell really except for her stumbling. It was obvious from that she was still a bit out of it. He gently grabbed her wrist and lifted her up. “Proceed with caution, both of us sore from our experience.” He said. He ran his hand through her red hair for a quick second and attempted to hold back a chuckle. He didn’t want to be too loud he was already positive that the scientist knew what he was doing.

He didn’t want any of the scientist to give him any more reasons to tease him. “Relax for the day, you definitely earned it…” He suddenly blushed and looked down. “I mean from all of the crap you went through recently…you deserve a day to relax.”

[General Clash Warmaker]

Lady Gilaen

arrow The Dark Swan

The cowl-wearing traveler stepped into the Dark Swan.

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

"Fine, but its just been a while."Julia grunted, huffing and sitting up on the bed, bringing the blankets around her. She reached at the foot of the bed, grabbing her clothes and slipping them under the blankets so she could at least get partially dressed. "Sore is an understatement."She huffed, throwing at least her undergarments back on but crawled back in bed. A vacation was was she needed. A nice long vacation somewhere warm, down by the sea shore and isolated. Huffing a bit of her hair out of her face, she nodded, nuzzling her pillow. "Will do...I feel like I just want to sleep. A couple of hours...or days...should do."She yawned, burrowing herself in the blankets until she was just a lump underneath them.

However, she reached a few vines out that searched around her room, finding her cell phone and dragging it into her warm abyss under the blankets.

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

Terrance sighed in relief and moved some dreads from in front of his face. He was glad to see that Julia was just going to rest for the day. She deserved every hour of a break that she got. she worked so hard for everyone without a bit in return. He took slow careful steps, still a bit sore from his experience, and slid the covers off of her slightly. He kissed her on the lips, ran his hands through her hair, and chuckled. “Good luck, and don’t worry about me, I’ll stay working today.

He would cover her back up with the covers and move out of the room. Finally leaving his private quarters, he had seen the looks of his fellow scientist, most of them of intrique. He blinked at them for a few seconds; he really didn’t want to answer any questions. He blinked at them for a second; here he was having hope that they wouldn’t respond.

Sadly however, they all broke into laughs and various jokes about the female, One of then going as far as to tease him directly.

Today was going to be a long day.

[Abyssal Majesty]

arrow Back to Home

She might not have been as fast as Edward was, but Charisma's first instinct was to follow after him. Quickly she dug into a bag of her and pulled out her only pair of sneakers, scrunching them on her feet before taking off after the cyborg. She just saw him bolt through the strange portal by the nanny.

"SorryIhavetogotoo!"

She squealed breathlessly to the neat woman before darting through the magical passage. Charisma was in good shape, she liked to jog or workout in her spare time at the guild. And whereas she wasn't directly on his heels, he was only a few paces away. The Dark Swan was moments away now, but something didn't seem quite right.

"Hey!" She barked. "Something's not right!"

If Edward bothered to look back at the Songstress, she was pointing towards the opened door of the building. It could have meant someone was still in there, she began to panic. What if it was Lovi? Or one of the girls? Shaking her head she forced herself to sprint forward, almost catching up to Edward.

"LOVI!" She called out. "LOVI ARE YOU IN THERE?"

Padding up to the door, the songbird stumbled and caught herself on the door frame. Charisma panted for air as she looked up, into her home, fearful someone or something else was hiding.

"LOVI?-- GIRLS?!"

Lady Gilaen

Just Naota

[Just Naota]

arrow Guildhall Ward, The Dark Swan

Edward ran, the hydraulics in his legs hissing with every stride as he drove his cyberentics to their maximum capacity. It was a dumb idea to move at such speeds towards a building set to blow, but adrenaline and the stupidity of heroism did that sort of thing to a man. Approaching the brothel, the cyberpunk skid to a halt after Charisma noted that the open door was peculiar. He reached into his bomber, grasping one of his wands but quickly found himself having second thoughts. The idea of apprehending the bomber through non-lethal means for interrogation was a nice one, but he couldn't take any chances. There was a bomb threat. An attack ordered by a madman. The detective's hand slipped onto the handle of his XD-45 Tactical, and pulled the semi-automatic out before entering the building.

"Shh," Edward reprimanded quietly as Charisma shouted to whoever was inside. It wasn't a smart move, if it wasn't Lovi but rather the bomber. It was a good way to spook the b*****d and cause him/her to detonate the explosive faster.

"What if it isn't Lovi?" The cyberpunk asked quietly, moving ahead furtively while signaling the Songstress to stay back. Suddenly, with a flash of incandescent light, Edward disappeared completely from sight. Simultaneously, he reached back with his free hand, aiming to place his fleshy (currently invisible) palm on the woman's mouth in an attempt to stop her from gasping in surprise. It was always the reaction when he activated his cloaking device around new people.

Once it was safe, Edward began moving towards the heat signature in Lovi's office. Slowly, quietly and invisibly.

[Betty Beelzeboop]

Lovi must have arrived just after the toxin had been released (re-working things a little). She'd thought the stench she'd picked up before was just the pile of compost that had once been Lain's subordinate, Tilly, but it was the scent of a peculiar toxic cloud that had drawn her to its source. Completely contradicting what I'd previously said for the sake of drama, the door to the office had been closed. When she reached the office and flung the door open without a second thought, a thick, toxic cloud escaped the space and spread through the halls like a biblical plague upon the rest of the guild.

The place was mostly empty after Lovi had sent the girls to work away from the guild for their own safety. Aside from herself and Tilly's leafy corpse, Ed and Charisma were not far behind her entering the building. Lovi didn't know it, but the twins, Hannah and....well, Hannah, were somewhere on the upper levels. She should have known they wouldn't have abandoned her in a time of need. The smog spread through entire mansion, or so it seemed. And when it hit Lovi, it hit with a force that brought her too her knees.

She coughed and wheezed and grasped her throat, eyes watering. She hadn't expected this.
Her phone went off in her pocket, but she didn't reach for it. She could hardly speak, she was choking on the poisonous fumes. After a while, she started to feel dizzy..then faint.

(( : P ))

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

The Guildhall Ward



Casually the young psion turned the corner to embark upon the street that lead to the Dark Swan. As he did, his eyes went wide when the distant sound of someone shouting Lovi's name could be heard. Tres could not make it out yet what was going on down the street, but he had been apprehensive about leaving Lovi alone in the Dark Swan after having dismissed all of the girls save for her assistant Hannah.

In recent month's two of the girls from the brothel had been murdered horribly and Tres could not help but guess that there was a reason that these women were being targeted, he wondered if Lovi was at risk as well. He rationalized that the sound must have just been some psionic phenomenon, he knew that when he left his feelings unchecked his mind could play often dangerously real tricks upon itself.

About 15 minutes after Charisma and Edward entered the Dark Swan, Tres came upon the building. His brow lowered with suspicion as he saw the door of the entrance ajar. He ascended the entrance stairs quickly and was assaulted heavily with the dangerous scent of trash and compost as he neared the door. He peered into the brothel, that had served as his home in recent times and his eyes recognized the green haze that seemed to cover everything within as a sign of danger.

However, he stepped in without a moment of hesitation knowing that Lovi could be in the building. She was his friend and perhaps he felt more for her than the term conveyed. It wasn't an act of bravery as much as that it just seemed to make sense at the time. This remained true even as with Tres made his first few steps inside the brothel and he felt the assault being made upon his body. Though a field of ectoplasm filtered his breath, the poison was making its way into his body through other means.

His insides and skin burned like hellfire as the poison assaulted his body and met head on the psionic crystals that laced every aspect of his physiology bolstering his natural constitution and immune system. It was a crippling effect and his limbs felt heavier by the moment, but Tres pushed through the monstrous green haze.

The poison made his eyes water. It was difficult to see but Tres could feel the mental presence of two bodies fallen to the ground as he made his way to the office where Lovi mostly was. Focusing through the distracting agony he focused psionic power into his eyes, so that his vision could pierce through the ever thickening haze. Tres knew that as he made his way closer to the office he was nearing the origin of the poison, because it was getting thicker and heavier.

Tres looked around frantically as he coughed out a lung after entering the office. Eventually, he found the unconscious amazon fallen on the ground. He saw by the rhythms of her boxom chest that her breath's were short and the lack of color in her usually rose red lips told a grim tale. As quickly as the psychic martial artist could he scooped up the lady in his arms and ran out of the room as quickly as he could, still coughing. It hurt to run, fatigue causing poisons that Tres had only known in the toughest of battles had already built up within his muscles.

Tres's conscious was beginning to fade into a dizzying haze as he tumbled weakly out of the front door of the fuming brothel. Even half concious and falling to the dirty cement ground outside in the dank air, he turned his back to position itself between the harsh ground and Lovi. Air exploded bloody from his lungs as he hit the ground and with his unconscious friend in his arms he was whisked violently into unconscious.

'Not over yet! Tresondros does not break his word a second time.', his mind rebelled and popped back into consciousness. He wished he could simply sleep here on his back, saving his mind from the agony of the poisons assault, but there were still two others in the poison filled home.

The psion pulled himself up onto his feet and stumbled back in. Nauseated and clumsy with his steps the psion searched for where he had felt the presence of two others. After several agonizing moments that seemed to last forever he finally found the twins near the stairs. He dropped down to his knees in an attempt to hoist them up onto his shoulders. However after getting the two light girls onto his shoulders, there slight forms proved too much for the psion and he quickly fell back onto his chest, dropping the girls.

[********], he managed to exhume, before going into a caughing fit again.

The dreaded warrior then relegated to dragging the two twins out, slowing him down and forcing him to take in more of the poison, but eventually the psion would get them out as well. Weakly he dragged them over to where he laid Lovi.

His final thoughts on his knees at the base of the brothel's entrance was that he hoped it was enough. Then, he simply fell onto his side, barely breathing with his body abandoning consciousness in order to keep itself alive.

[Krausse Kreugar]

o KB o

Zombeez

[Earlier]

Krausse's office always had the appearance of being ravaged by a hurricane; books and papers were always strewn about and haphazardly placed in strained book shelves, and sometimes there were weapons underneath the paper heaps. Wary of losing limb or life with a misstep, Frank chose to simply stand in the doorway while Krausse lazed behind his desk, his feet propped up on it, a Canadian goose held close. The crimson-haired immortal continually stroked its beak.

"Frank! What took you so long? I called for you days ago!" Krausse's lip was upturned in displeasure.

Frank blinked. "What? You called me five minutes ago."

"Same difference!" Krausse waved a hand about. "Still not quick enough for my taste. Anyway! You're going to Sigil. Immediately."

"No it isn't- wait, what? Why?! I don't want to go to Sigil!" Frank flapped his arms about. "Every time I go, I get shot at! Stabbed! I start a revolution! I'm sick of it! ...Why?"

"Because." Krausse smirked. "'Y' is a crooked letter. Now get going! Shoo!"

"But-"

"Annnnd - goodbye!" Krausse waved his hand, and a blue-white light swirled about Frank's feet, slithering up and around his body, engulfing him. The goose quacked evilly.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

A moment later, Frank was gone. Krausse stroked the goose lovingly.

"Ah, Amanda, now we plot to take over the world..."

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[The Hive]

"-UUUUUUUUUUUUU.... Goddamnit."

Frank crossed his arms and spit on the ground. He strolled by burnt out buildings and ravaged corpses, oblivious, muttering to himself in French, staring at the pavement. His wake call came in tripping over a corpse, blinking several times, and realizing that he had stumbled into a literal war zone. Countless zombies roamed through the streets in front of him, ripping asunder innocents and feasting on their flesh.

"Oh. Oh. ******** you, Krausse. ******** you, so, so much."

When a single, somewhat armed man is faced with an enormous zombie horde, he has but one choice: run.

As zombies caught Frank's scent, the Frenchman retaliated with sparse fire from a heavy pistol, and ran the hell away.

[Fierach]

Tenkai Matsumoto

Sigil: Market Ward: Hidemistu's Smithy

James knocked gently on the door to the swordsmith' shop.

It had been a while, but now he had returned back to Sigil. Always a busy man, even his arrival back was a matter of business. He had acquired the materials the swordsmith required to forge him a new sword.

The appropriate sort of steel of varying hardness and softness for use in weapons. This was difficult to get. The sort of quality James had been looking for meant that steel from the dwarves or elves were his best bet. Although dwarven merchants or goods were relatively easy to find, the raw materials weren't. Steel from the aloof elvish was even harder to get a hold of. At any rate, he had both dwarven steel and more traditional tamahagane.

High quality charcoal that burned extra hot, used by his own clan's smiths. This wasn't difficult to get, although some of his extended family members were slightly miffed that James went to an outsider for weapons. All the same, the flames this charcoal produced lent well to imbuing a forged weapon with magical properties.

A pouch containing a fine, ground-up red powder. Originally a brillant ruby-red crystal attuned to the element of fire, it was taken from the depths of the volcano on the Black Sand island. The powerful leylines that ran beneath the Black Sand island gave rise to many strange and wonderous things hidden away on the island, the field of volcanic crystals being one of them. It was a dangerous climb, but nothing he couldn't handle in the end, and he took merely one specimen to preserve the natural harmony of things.

"Hello?" the slayer asked inquiringly. Hopefully Hidemitsu was in. Dressed today in more casual clothes, there'd be no repeat of the last greeting.

[-Ailsa Graystone-]

Trexasle

Zerogamer

Ailsa Graystone

Human Female...

Mood: Calm I Health: Normal I Ki Level: Normal

Oh crap! Ceaser was going to get himself into trouble. Ailsa watched in horror as he walked over to the devil and grabbed a hold of his collar. She quickly moved away from the wall and towards Ceaser. He was an idoit! What was he trying to do besides get himself killed. And he called her an idoit. Yes, that bit with the Bonesmoker creature was going to come back and bite her in the a**, but he was being even worse!

"Ceaser! Let him go. There is no reason to attack him, he gave us the information we were looking for." She was trying to talk sense in him, and she grabbed his shoulder in a attempt to pull him back. Come on Ailsa, stop him!

Theme Song: Die Another Day

Location-

[General Clash Warmaker]

Clash, somewhat nauseated by the poison in the Dark Swan, exited the brothel and stood outside.