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

[Vicious Trinity]

Lian Feaorne

With the angel gone, Trinity smiled at the woman. She could come to like her. Then it faded as quickly as it appeared.

"I am simply a clone. The real me is currently after a bounty informed by the eccentric Zantara. I do not know whether you remember him as a Bloodbath patron or not. In either case, it seems that this meeting of ours cannot take place unless that power a certain man is throwing around is not reduced."

Trinity's form was changing into a translucent blue icey texture of the power of the clone standing before her as its power was dying out. When she spoke in this form, her voice sounded hollow.

"I will ask a favor from you. And in return, you will get one from me. Banish that man from this realm. And you shall have your conference. And my submission. I know you can do it. Kalar was capable of using temporal power on others. That holy man shall not be any different."

Then the clone shattered to the ground into blocks of shiny ice.

[OutlawD One]

Stepping around the fool who over stepped his bounds Orphen continued to address Raven. Either the fool was having lapses of attention or he just liked hearing himself speak....either way it wasnt important.

He effectively ignored the other misplaced people stepping into business they did not understand. When James spoke Orphen gave him a glance for a moment. Who the hell points at people like that when they speak? This wasn't a damn stage play.

He went to speak to Raven about the interruptions until the woman ordered them all to get on the bus and leave.

Orphen would pause for a moment as the intruding masses followed their orders. It was then that he took note of the level of fear eminating from the green eyed woman he once loved and still held as a friend in most cases.

"Thank you for dismissing those...."

His eyes would cut towards the bus for just a moment in irritation.

"disruptions. You want to save this city and that is noble, but I need to know why you want to remove Sebastien from this world again? You at least got to feel the boy; I did not. He is alive and himself so why?"

For a moment the sadness of losing a child showed in Orphen's eyes as he looked to Raven, but the look was soon replaced by determination.

"I don't want to hurt you or fight you but if you are looking to hurt my boy, I won't let that happen."

Deus Ex Aizen

Red the Ambivalent

Zeonis Mieriba

Fireach

Ooc: im sure i missed a couple...:/
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Peccaminous Peregrine

Count_zantara

Darkest Silver

As Tonro called out the boys Sebastien stood from his spot on the floor, still wearing his glum mug as his mind contemplated ways to leave.

He heard his cousin's comments about how they shared the common thread of murderous mothers but it did nothing for his mood.

"I don't know how you're so happy knowing that."

Bastien stood looking upwards and to the right as he would seem to 'time-out' or lag in place. For any who had knowledge of his abilities, they could figure out that he was very much aware and in the process of listening, to things that remained unseen.

"Lucius? After we talk to the adults Tonro and your father I am going to try and find my parents. Ya won't rat on me will ya?"

[stillnohero]

"It doesn't make me happy....But crying about it or acting sad won't make it all better. After all, things happen for a reason. Not saying our moms have reason to kill us, just saying that they're against us for some reason pertaining to our lives. Maybe they just aren't meant to be a good influence in our lives?"

He barely made sense, but his point was made. It just didn't matter. As the boy's would begin walking, Lucius stopped when his cousin mentioned going to look for his parents. He refreshed his face with a s**t eating grin, akin to his father's smirks, his eyes narrowed with intent.

"I won't tell if you won't, 'cause I'm goin' with ya'."

He giggled with a wink. Hoisting his hammer up over his shoulder, he escorted his cousin to the other room with the adults. Upon entry, he maintained his grin up until his father raised an eyebrow at him while sipping his beer. The smile shrank in size, but it persisted regardless. Xartia was onto his boy, and whatever he thought he was planning on doing, he was wrong.

OutlawD One

Count_zantara

Darkest Silver

Deus Ex Aizen

[Concobhar Conghaile]

How long had it been since he had arrived. Near twenty cycles he gathered. Not that he really understood what the ******** a cycle was, but it wasn't something he bothered with. And now it was snowing. The Celtic man stood in his hotel room, it was quiet enough aside from people not shutting up. His phone had been going off every now and then for the last hour or so, figuring that someone was locating him and that he had business to attend to.

With a pair of black cargo pants already on, the bare chested male would gather up a tee shirt and his leather jacket jacket. Pulling both on respectively, he'd make sure that whatever else was needed would be taken along. On his hip went the .45 semi-automatic handgun, right side. Then there was the backpack. Inside was a folded ACR combat rifle, with a short barrel on it for close quarters. As the arms slid into the sides, he'd check his phone to see what was happening and where it was happening. Afterwards, he'd check to see if he the karambit knife was in place.

Knowing the layout of the city pretty well, as well as what people were accustomed to seeing, he'd take the combat hatchet, letting it fall into a spot designed on the strap of the backpack. With everything in order, he'd leave his room and toss the key to the receptionist before making his way outside into the wintry land that Sieg had created. Lighting a cigarette, he'd look around before heading off in a rather nondescript path.

Unknown to him and many others, he was going to be taking a different role in the future. For now he was just himself, wandering down the road towards some seedy a** bar his boss had told him to go. With hands laid within coat pockets, only his right removing every so often to flick his cigarette ash, he'd continue to the desired location. Eventually he would come to pass what many knew as The Library. The large structure was built as if it could withstand some major damage, somewhere he had always wanted to check out but never had the time. Letting his brown eyes falter back to the walk ahead of him, he'd keep moving forward.

So as Connor walked, various others would walk by as well. Then there came a group larger than most, consisting of five closely moving people. Moving around them was normally the choice people would make, but with the snow he decided it was safer for him to make his way through the crowd itself. Right hand moved up, taking the cigarette and tossing it into a snow bank. Then he would make the move to slide through the group.

"'scuse me lads, jus' tryin' ta get through 'ere."

The exchange wouldn't be much, but it wasn't always the large conversations that lasted with people. While the five foot eleven inch male moved his one hundred and seventy pound frame through, he'd take note of faces and mannerisms that were visible. Not because he had to, but because it was his training. Subconsciously he took everyone as a possible threat, something that aided him on various battlefields. They wouldn't know that of course, as he'd try to squeeze the muscular frame between people without hitting them with either the hatchet, his handgun on his right hip or the gun that was folded in the backpack.

"Ye' all 'ave a good day. Try'in stay warm, 'ate to come back and see ya frozen."

Roan DeSeer

exp. 99

Venom Genryusai

Heras Box

count_zantara

[Fierach]

"I do not give third warnings, Pendragon". James interrupted Orphen, stepping between him and Raven to prevent him from following her. "I am her superior, and you will talk to me before talking to her." He was not pointing anymore, but instead fixated the other man with a glare that even the mightiest of heroes or villains would have found hard to match.

"Do not think your name offers you any protection here, lest I orphan your son of his father."

[Kire Shirome]

count_zantara

Nathaniel Arkchion

Rune Slessiane

Rocza

Vicious Trinity

Seig Ecstuffuan

Roan DeSeer

Viper cracks his neck as the cleric started to run away. Calling him some big word he didn't get, but figured it was true. He reached to get the Butcher from the roof top. Bending down a little bit he launched himself into the air and soared over the heads of those people, coming dowm on the roof just in the path of the Mad Cleric.

"Why do you have to insult me with big words." He asked holding the Butcher by the center handle. If no one was going to out right attack him, he simply ignored them. The berserker watched the small block party on the roof as it was, and the primal man not really meaning to do harm. He tends not to care about small prey.

[count_zantara]

Darkest Silver

Outlaw D

Peccaminous Peregrine

Akako Akari

Deus Ex Aizen

Tonro the Not-So Bronze Dragon



--Outer Torus Sanctuary--

"Fair Enough. That brother of you is going to have to keep his temper in check....going to be the death of him one of these days."

He mused to Xartia taking a moment to unbutton the single clasp on his jacket. Taking a long swig from his drink, Tonro listened to the boys speaking in the other room quite oblivious to his Draconic hearing. Already talking about running away were they? Ignoring the desires of their respective fathers?

"It seems I need to make a point off the bat. Lets see how strong that boy of yours actually is."

Dropping his feet from the table as the two boys made their way finally into the doorway of his dinning area, Torno crouched slightly as he came to his feet. The entire room seemed to pause for a moment before he pushed off the ground to land in front of the two, his deceptively heavy bulk causing the metal reinforced floor to buckle somewhat. Dropping so that his left hand sprayed out to catch his weight, the Bronze smiled as his face was on level with the two boys, a dangerous gleam in those blood red eyes of his.

"Time....

The first word was a hiss as he dug his toes into the metal.

"To."

The Second word escaped his lips as he launched forward, keeping his weight down and his arms spread wide.

"See."

The Third word as each of the shoulders of Tonro caught a boy in the center of the chest, his body lifting or lowering if either of the two tried to duck or jump over his rush. As he hit it would feel like a metal baseball bat to the solar plexus, sending each of them sprawling back ten feet into the room they'd left while Divina flew overhead.

"What you are made of."

[stillnohero]

"Oh my."

He muttered to himself as Tonro rushed the boys. He swigged the bottle of chocolate beer once more as he came to stand on his feet. He'd keep his distance and see them handle it. After all, he too was curious to see how the boy had grown while in Luna's care. As the bronze rushed in, Lucius wasn't sure what Sebastien would do, though he himself made quick easier work of lifting his hammer high in the air. Slamming the head straight forth in a downward arc, he hoped to club the Bronze upon his head with the flat end of his warhammer. Though his reaction was easily too slow, even with his surprising strength as a lad, Tonro was simply stronger, faster. The blow socked him right in the solar plexus, his hammer's head glancing off of Tonro's head in a near miss. As a result of the blow, Lucius had the wind knocked out of his lungs, hoisting him up and knocking him back the way he came from. His wide eyes could see his sister flying above just before he hit the ground and tumbled twice before stopping. He lost his warhammer somewhere, though it wasn't like he had actually knew how to use it just yet. As such, his instincts didn't urge him to look for it just yet, instead, he looked for Tonro. It would be nice to see Sebastien, but he couldn't afford to look away. To look away would be to give up, to be eaten where he came from.

Darkest Silver

Outlaw D

count_zantara

Deus Ex Aizen

[Sivak]

Tenkai Matsumoto

arrow Heading away from Fukushima Arena, in the aftermath of the fire

This heading was stolen from Tenkai Matsumoto. Neener.
Also to reiterate. Sivak is not polite.

Follow me.... Yeah... Simple monk her a**. She had just watched that guy troll an entire tourney because from her standpoint Tenkai had plenty of capacity to escalate afterward. Not that Sivak felt like complaining due to the fact she really didn't give a crap about the other contenders. It wasn't an evil or contempt thing, rather, more of a 'I have no clue who these people are' thing.

The orb that was thrown into the arena while enticing due to it's possible interdiction potential was ultimately not worth picking up. It may work perfectly for what it needed to do but by the amount of power it needed to suck down just to work Sivak was certain it was an overpower them reliant item. And a trap. The second bit was kinda the more important one.

So with that Sivak followed Tenkai out into the winter wonderland.

Running however wasn't going to cut it. Fortunately, there was a very exploitable spell in place.

Sivak could feel that she wasn't the first to come up with the idea of making the Holy Weather spell work for her. The difference between Sivak and Red b***h however was the difference between a competent individual and the village idiot. You see anyone could throw power around and hope they had the most in order to impose their will. But it's unwieldy and you look stupid doing it. Like a hamplanet trying to beat a normal person in a fight by falling on them.

The spell was massive, powerful, and had a large area of effect. Sivak didn't need a large area of effect. Why try to overpower the entire spell when one could just overpower less than a thousandth of the spell in her immediate area and keep it up with ease. Because while she was a sympathist her quick and dirty combat magic had a definitive leaning toward water... and if one didn't try to shove the entire thing down ones throat like a dumb hog you had a very nice all-you-can-eat buffet that you'd never actually make a dent in.

As long as Sivak was within the power flooded snowy area point A was indistinguishable from point B.

"Following.... Ya know, if I actually knew where we were going I'd ask if you could keep up."

Soon she'd have to corner a clerk or something and get filled in on Sigil basics and current events, people, ect. Of course she had a feeling she'd soon find out if Tenkai was cold immune or just roughing it. Maybe, whether male nipples also hardened in the cold wasn't something she'd thought needed to be memorized....

Welp, this is how you learn.

"I will ask..... aren't you cold?"

[count_zantara]

Nathaniel Arkchion

The Messenger

Sighing to herself, Bote replied to the frustratingly obnoxious creature known as Vain.

"He borrowed that face from a certain movie. He takes on the mannerisms of certain cinematic characters in his time...I've never been privy to the reasons why."

She said simply, kicking a bit of snow off her boots while they watched the ambient heat of the world try to melt the unnatural snow. This was a world where weather of any sort was horribly against the state of things.

"This way Master Vain."

She said as she began to walk down the cleared sidewalk towards the Ladys District.

Soon After

Reaching the huge Antebellum Style mansion that was backed by the Dark Forest, Bote turned and spoke again.

"Your new domain, Master Vain.

Do you need any more direction?"

[Deus Ex Aizen]

Snowy Streets of the Market Ward - There's a Flame, Dancing On the Ice

Raven was surprised by both Soren and Zeonis. Her hatred for Dragons was no secret, but even James seemed to make good on his words from their brief exchange at the Grand Tournament. She was at a point where she was not sure where to fully put her trust. She missed Lucas. They were like-minded and synchronized. Although her life had been dedicated to keeping him alive, they often fought side by side. She wondered if there would ever be a peaceful time like that again.

Her gaze darted from James to Orphen as they stood off. This boy he spoke of had a name, even? How far was he willing to go to believe that the dead fetus Drew had pulled from her body was a living thing? What dark, heinous magic had been wielded to let this come about? He thanked her for ridding of the distractions, but she bit her lip back on the notion that he had been the one distracting her. The rational part of her wanted to talk this out, but there was no going back after the Grand Tournament. Right now, she was afraid. There were too many unknowns. So much going on, so few answers. The most she could do now is stand by James and continue to do her job.

Filler post, weee~

Rune Slessiane

OutlawD One

Fierach

Zeonis Mieriba

count_zantara

☽ ♋ ☾

[Rocza]

Designation: "Daniel" Arcanum
Race: Human?
Age: Mid 20s?
Weight: Probably 180lbs
Height: Currently 5'9"
Sex: Male
Location: Library in the snow with Zantara, Possibly Nathaniel, and Roan De Seer.

The Trinity woman seemed to have no interested in Daniel, which suited him just fine, she was weird and rude anyway. Nobody explodes just to part with a group like that without a proper goodbye. And then the Viper character became agitated from Zantara's shouted comments, which informed Daniel that he should probably not hang out with the large man thing.

Without much of a warning, Zantara leaped from his position to the next building all the while calling him "weird" and telling him to "hurry up". Arcanum whistled to himself, impressed by that feat since the man gave no indication of what he was capable of. Not wanting to be left behind nor stick around with Viper, whom made the new guy uneasy and it showed on his face, Arcanum bent his knees slightly and readied himself to follow. "Hey, I prefer eccentric. It sounds prettier," he said, calling after his robed guide.

If someone could move at a such a rate that time appeared to slow down they could see an almost physical manifestation of kinetic energy building around Arcanum's legs. His legs themselves appeared to bulk up and probably toughen themselves to withstand such pressure and force. Then, with all the energy built up to optimal levels, Arcanum jumped.

As Daniel traveled through the air, his velocity appeared to increased abnormally. He was right behind Zantara as if he kept up with him the whole time. "Really? All myths and legends here? And Mr. Nathaniel is a Dra...AH, VIPER! AH, PORTAL! YEEEICK!" said Arcanum before he was surprised by the towering Viper, but before the creature could make a swipe at them, the oddly winged Zantara pulled him through a portal that magically appeared before them. And with that, they were gone and out sight.

Sadly, the doorway dropped them in a heap of tainted snow. The white stuff fluffed into the air before settling back over them. Daniel stared up at the cloudy sky, still surprised at what just happened. "...That was fun..." said Daniel nonchalantly as he began making a magic destroying snow angel with his limbs. "But get out of town? How many people hate you?" he asked almost rhetorically. The group was then joined by a woman, whom appeared to know Zantara and offered him a friendly hand.

Arcanum sat up, pulled himself to his feet, and then shook off the snow wrapping itself around his nanosuit before stepping out of the drift. "Oh, well she doesn't hate you, so that's good," he commented. The woman with the burning arm wanted him to follow, and where ever Zantara went Arcanum would follow since he was the only friend, aside from Nathaniel, that he had at the moment.

"We're going on a trip? I love vacations! I hope it's somewhere warm! I am not a fan of snow. Or snow that acts like acid to organic material. That stuff is awful. Can I get coffee too? Is it real beans or synthetic? If its synthetic then count me out. The real stuff is way better," jabbered on Daniel as he followed the pair to where ever they were going.

"Arcanum, we do not believe this is wise," commented the suit in Daniel's head.

"It's fine. Call it reconnaissance. The more I know about the layout of this land and its representatives, the better off we will be.

"And this is fun, I'm having fun. I would have had more fun ripping apart that Viper guy thing, but best not to mix it up with the locals if I can help it...even if I want to know what his insides look like to better understand how such a creature works. But as long as they make no hostile moves, I want sunder their bones," said Arcanum back grimly to his suit.

"True. Information is power. We are always eager to update our databases. By your lead then, Arcanum," said the nanosuit before quieting itself for the rest of the walk until something pertinent happened.

Nathaniel Arkchion

count_zantara

Roan De Seer

Contact List

Zantara

Nathaniel Forsworn

Trinity

Viper

Roan De Seer

[Venom Genryusai]

Venom watched as Roan rose from her seat and began to leave, her motion to be followed would have the woman uncrossing her legs and standing up. Smiling to Bote she watched the woman for a moment before wandering after her employer, as they walked outside she glanced around noting Zantara sitting in a snow drift of some kind. A light sigh left her lips watching as he was brought to his feet, clasping her right hand with her left behind her back she just stood silently paying more attention to the surroundings then the group.

That was when the strange male wormed his way through the group his odd accent catching her attention as he continued on his way, it was all she could do to keep her hands to herself Venom really really wanted to pinch his bum. The thought made her inwardly giggle letting out a soft sigh she kicked some of the snow at Zantara's leg and glared at him for a moment. It wasn't until Roan checked to see who followed her that she would speak,

"I believe Fenra missed the departure."

Roan Deseer

[quote"Count_Zantara"]

[count_zantara]

Nathaniel Arkchion

Rune Slessiane

Rocza

Seig Ecstuffuan

Kire Shirome

Roan DeSeer

The Cleric Zantara
--A SnowPile--

"The amount of people who want me in one way or another would take me DAYS to go through just by the names Daniel. Suffice to say, I'm really tired of being run all willy nilly and never getting anywhere."

Looking up were the Portal once was that left Viper far away and out of his hair, the Cleric took the offered help, glad that she had the sense to grab his forearm and not his hand. It would suck if she lost all her fingers by accident.

"I'm bone tired of this damn city. Get me my coffee and I'll spit shine your boots."

Shaking his head to get the woozy feeling away, Zantara looked over at Daniel for a moment, his face completely deadpan allowing the man to get it all out of his system.

"Roan....I think I picked up a funny stray. This is Daniel. Daniel, this is Lady DeSeer.."

Swaying back and forth as he got his legs under his again, the purple clad cleric seemed to be on the verge of taking a nap.

"I hope your meeting went well. You can tell me none of it later. I really am just trying to be polite.

Can we....can we go?"

And then he heard about Fenra wandering off, his shoulders slumping somewhat. He was going to put a damn tracker in that wolf.