The Enclave: An Active RP //REBIRTH//

[Monstrohm]

Thrice brought himself to his feet removing his sword swiftly from its sheath worn across his back. Clawed off hand that shone in the hot summer sunlight, and his lion's mane cloak danced in the oceanic air. This was an interesting theory, that had crossed his mind and perhaps he should make a bet that it would turn out, or not. He brought a hand up to his face to direct the sound of his vice below.

"Errol! Leave this one to Kaos. Let us see what this ultimate weapon we wield can really do, eh?" A playful grin came to his face as he sat down on the cliff side, legs hanging freely high above the sandy battlefield below.

[Errol Havok]

The Mage twirled the wand in his offhand in a sweeping, whipping motion. From it's tip spawned a cone of vampire bats which fluttered and swarmed about the Necromancer, concealing him from view. A moment later the swarm dissipated, and Errol had seemingly disappeared.

A disembodied voice came at Thrice's side, atop the cliff.

"Sloppy... He would have been better off to have attacked me while my back was turned, or not at all. Kaos will likely make short work of him. A shame there will not be enough left to study."

Errol had cast a minor spell of concealment over himself, rendering him transparent and reducing his heat and energy output, as well as working to effectively break up his outline. The spell would not make him entirely undetectable, but would make it nigh impossible to see him from any considerable distance. Thrice, being only a few feet away, would only just be able to make him out. To all others, he had apparently vanished into thin air.

[Aizakku Furosto]

Kaos said nothing. Merely standing there with his arms crossed. As if inviting Alex to attack him. With no one else there, Errol gone and Thrice out of view, Alex would have no one else but to contend with Kaos, whose eyes and hands flared with purple energies. Just because he was standing there didn't meant he wasn't ready, all the contrary. He was extremely alert and waiting on Alex to do a move.

[Udos Ph Mzil]

Mzil were actually quite surprised when Jezebel so willingly grasped the hard, black claw that had become of their hand. Then again, if Jezebel didn't seem to mind the fact that they were what they were, the simply act of touching shouldn't have been so strange. In either case, they followed along quietly, their crimson eyes searching the horizon before zeroing in on the thing that had apparently caused such a commotion.

"It is a mechanical construct of some sort, though the classification is unknown. We would assume it is a combat unit."

It was likely eerie to hear such calm, cold logic from a "child," but the wealth of knowledge and experience they had gleaned in their short life was nothing short of impressive. Or horrendous, when examined from a human viewpoint. Had it been common knowledge that Mzil were quite a bit more youthful than they appeared, the effect would have been all the more disconcerting.

"We have seen something.. similar," they added before releasing Jezebel's hand and instinctively placing themselves between her and the creature now openly expressing hostility toward the so-called "welcoming party" that had approached the scene.

Once again their hands and arms broke apart, reduced to the many white widowlings that comprised their form. Tiny bodies began to melt and bubble, lengthening, flattening and melding together until Mzil's limbs were drastically modified. The left became a gigantic, beastly arm with all five fingers remaining claws but greatly increased in size and hardness. A shield-like projection twisted and grew along the side of said limb. The right lengthened and flattened into a chitinous blade, its density and resistance to breakage also greatly increased from what the "child's" threshold had been before the glass man's attack. It would seem that near-destruction and the subsequent feed that bordered on gorging themselves greatly agreed with them. Taking a protective stance that would have been comical for such a miniscule figure were it not for their mutations, they motioned back toward the forest.

"We should stay out of its line of fire. Machines are.. tricky."

[Shin~The ladle monster!]

"The next safest place would just be back at the Enclave." Jezebel gestured back down the path, the way that Mae had originally been going. "Let's go before it notices... us..."

Her voice trailed off and she was obviously distracted from the current train of thought when she saw Errol, Kaos and Thrice suddenly approaching the creature. Her mouth actually hung open gracelessly for a second and her brow furrowed in worry. They seemed to only be talking though, thank goodness, maybe it wasn't hostile. Surprised out of her reverie, Jezebel glanced down at Mzil when the girl began logically explaining what she knew of machinery.

"How do you know all of this?"

Unfortunately the sight of Mzil's arms breaking apart into hundreds of little spiders caused Jezebel's breath to catch and her heart to pound in her chest, remembering the feeling of all those little legs and bodies. She stifled a yelp and looked away -

- back to the trio on the beach. Just in time to see the now sharklike assassin-bot hurling itself through the air at Errol. That drew a terrified shout from her lips and she instinctively started toward her lover. She stumbled out of the treeline, past Mzil and onto the open beach near the forest, in plain view. The sharklike qualities the robot had taken on made Jezebel quiver and break out in a cold sweat. Naturally, she was terrified of sharks, and on top of that, this particular occasion reminded her of the miniature (but deadly) mechanized clockwork shark that the morbid Tinkerer had launched her way. Only this one was ten times bigger.

At least Errol seemed to have made his escape, but that left Jezebel looking around confused on the open beach as Kaos and the machine squared off. She began scrambling back toward the trees, she was only a few fit from Mae and Mzil.

[Udos Ph Mzil]

Mzil almost smiled as Jezebel finally recoiled properly from them. It wasn't that they wanted her to fear them-- not really-- but rather that an instinctual fear of their kind, whatever they were, would best serve her in terms of survival. After all, Mzil didn't typically devour animals for sustenance. If any other monstrosities of their ilk had been born, it would be wise to mark them as a threat to be avoided.

"Our father keeps strange company," was their reply to her query. "Though the one called Mina is much more humanoid than the one in the water.."

The "child" made a face, clearly expressing their disdain-- or was it jealousy?-- for the technorganic assassin of which they spoke. Their train of thought was quite effectively interrupted by Jezebel's outburst. The attack on Errol did not concern the collective as much as it did Jezebel-- after all, they were quite sure that the Mage was more than capable of either deflecting the attack or escaping. They did not take into account, however, Jezebel's attachment to the man. Mzil instinctively reached to stop Jezebel, but they paused as they considered the effect their now weaponized limbs would have on her flesh. No, grabbing her with a gigantic black claw or blocking her path with a blade would likely draw blood in one way or another. Instead, Mzil moved with inhuman speed, again placing themselves between the cerulean-haired female and the battle on the beach, covering her retreat.

"Miss Jezebel, We think it would be wise to avoid this conflict, especially as you are unarmed.."

[[Just kinda filling in some post space while waiting on the others. 4laugh ]]

[ImNoHero]

Hartia made a face of confusion and extreme sorrow to see his bottle empty. Placing the empty glass back onto the bar top. Hartia stumbled a few paces forward, then one to the side and two back. With a hiccup he expressed his joy in a wide grin. Lighting up another fresh cigarette he gladly made his way out of the bar, though just outside of it was were he would come to idle. Waiting for something....anything to happen.

[Chromezombie]

Mae nodded, willing to follow the other's lead - considering she was completely unfamiliar with the area. Mae remained crouched with one hand braced against the as she peered from the treeline. Her limbs grew cold and her face lost most of its color upon witnessed the strange robotic man reassemble itself into something resembling a shark. Her green eyes flickered back to the woman, detecting the same vague dislike for the robot's new form. Just then, the it-child began morphing into something most definitely un-childlike. She fell back into the tree, her face registering fear and bewilderment. Despite how magical she was, she never once saw such spectacularly varied creatures at home - sure the sea had many wonders but none like robotic sharks and arachnid-it-children.

The shock slowly wore off and in good timing before the blue haired woman stomped irrationally onto the beach and toward robotic shark and a few male arrivals. Mae grasped at the tree's trunk and pulled herself up, her body lurching toward the beach but quickly coming to a halt. Her fleeting moment of hesitation passed and she immediately started for the blue hair woman, glad to finally learn her name.

"Jezebel! Wait!"

Mae trotted out onto the sand, the hot grains stinging the soles of her feet. She tugged the dingy white shirt down, preventing it from sliding up her thighs.

It was such an inconvenient time to be spared from complete nudity by a fisherman's greasy shirt.

"Okay, say you do try to jump in there. You don't know what that thing is apart from being some freakishly weaponized robotic shark. A shark! I think I'm safe to say sharks are not something you or I like to mess with very often at close range."

[Shin~The ladle monster!]

The others were right, of course. The only reason she had thoughtlessly lurched forward in the first place was out of worry for Errol, who had since disappeared. Biting her lip, Jezebel looked down at Mzil - apparently the girl was much more sensible than Jezy, despite being so young. She was also struck by a wave of gratitude toward Mzil, who had run out onto the beach in spite of her aversion to the harsh glare of the sunlight.

"Y-you're right, Mzil, of course..." She was glad when the other woman joined her as well. It gave Jezy something to look at besides the huge, bladed clawed limbs that had once been Mzil's arms. And the other did bring up a very good point. "Let's get out of here while we still can."

"Aheh, sorry I didn't really introduce myself before." She turned back to the treeline and made for the path with the others. She would lead them all the way back to the Enclave if nothing else came up - it would definitely be safer behind fortified walls and with others around as well. She cautiously looked over her shoulder though, and shuddered. "Sharks... ugh. Can't even escape the damn things up here..."

[Udos Ph Mzil]

Mzil nearly sighed with relief as Jezebel moved back to the shadows of the treeline. The "child" wasted no time joining her, their vision still discolored by the burning brightness from above. It wasn't as if they were sun-blind per se, but rather their senses were at maximum capacity in complete darkness. This worked out quite well when it came to hunting, for the most unsavory of souls that none would miss seemed to have a preference for the cover of darkness. Yes, Mzil typically did not feed on animals.

"That was a wise decision, Miss Jezebel."

Crimson orbs continued to watch the path behind while they made for The Enclave's fortifications. Though they doubted that the fight would come to them-- who would attack two women and a helpless child?-- it was always good strategy to stay wary.

"Nindyn vel'uss kyorl nind ratha thalra elghinn dal lil'alust," they muttered to themselves.

Those who watch their backs meet death from the front.

[Wren Daizan]

Isaac weighed his options. On the one hand, he could save himself a lot of trouble in the long run if he just stayed where he was and enjoyed his Everclear. On the other hand, the room had become incredibly dreary since the woman had made her exit, and to be honest the overall feel of the place was beginning to make him consider suicide. Shrugging it off, he took a rather large gulp of the alcohol and set the bottle back on the table next to a one-hundred dollar bill. Turning, he made his exit.

When he stepped out into the sun, the first thing he could think about was how he was going to find the mysterious female. The alcohol was beginning to make his stomach feel warm and make his head swim. Finding a stranger in a strange place was easier said than done, especially when inebriation was beginning to kick in. The Chthonian shook his head fiercely in attempt to clear his mind, if only for a moment. It was then that he saw her off in the distance. At first he couldn't really tell if it was her, but he found himself being able to zoom in. As she came into focus, he was wishing he'd known about his optic abilities this whole time.

... Then he looked down and all his hopes of having epic eye-sight were shattered as he noticed that his feet were carrying him toward her position.

It was true that Isaac had never made the conscience decision to run after her, but since his feet were carrying him that way, he thought he should make it easier on himself. "HEY!" he shouted as he got to be about fifty feet away from her. He'd never really been good at talking to women while he was intoxicated, but he was going to make a valiant effort. "I found you."

I found you! That's the best you can do? Pathetic. He silently berated himself for not saying something witty or even remotely interesting, but soon quelled his thoughts and stood beside her, doing his best to catch his breath as he stood doubled over with his hands on his knees.

[Chromezombie]

{ I really don't mind. Has anyone tried sending Alex a PM? }

[Aizakku Furosto]

Chromezombie

{ I really don't mind. Has anyone tried sending Alex a PM? }

[Yep. Sent two. No response. He might be busy. So we will move on with Alex having escaped to come again and haunt us. *Play Jaws music*]

[PK Lady Sonia Renegade]

Isaac Spiro

Sonia Renegade
Tattoos - True Form - OC Art

Sonia hummed some as she furled her demonic wings back into her shoulders, leaving behind only thin lines of blood where they had come out from her tattoos. She tilted her head quietly, her pointed ears still trying to pick up the voices she heard. A set of males and a set of women and let's be honest.. the women called to her first. Yet before she could detour off along that side of the shore, she heard the footsteps coming up behind her fast. The male's voice carried to her, her mind's eye opening enough so she could see, rather hear, who it was. Issac again and this time he was scolding himself.

She had to practically bite her tongue to keep herself from laughing. She slowed herself down so he could catch up, looking over her shoulder at him before stopping. She rose a brow, tilting her head to the side again as she took in his doubled over position. She resisted the urge to push him over while her ears listened in quietly to the shores. After he regained his composure, she smiled weakly at his inebriated state before her dark, silken voice whispered in his head.

You shouldn't be hard on yourself. I'm not that hard to impress.