~ Єndless Ϻemories ~

[TheScienceOfTeaduction]

Location: Amestris - Underground laboratory | Company: Sherlock, Scarlet, Time Eater + Others | OOC: I hate myself for having liked writing this to the extent that I did

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"There are lives at stake, Sherlock! Actual human lives.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJust so I know, do you care about that at all?"

IndentJohn slowly extended his hand when it was asked of him, keeping his eyes on the consultant detective in the other cage. If it was to keep him alive.. He'd do anything. The sudden change of behaviour of the witch was strange, it couldn't be good, in fact he didn't trust it one bit. The soldier hissed harshly when the shadow spirit, in the form of a snake, lashed out to him, the teeth penetrating his hand and causing a deep and burning cut. The need to pull his hand back, even with the creature still holding on, was nearly unbearable. Every nerve in his body was screaming at him; retreat, pull away from danger, go! Needless to say, it was a relief when Scarlet managed to let the creature do as was ordered of it. Before he could pull his hand back to have a look and possibly treat the wound, though, he was ordered to keep it exactly where it was, a tiny trail of dark red blood trickling onto the ground.

IndentHe could do nothing more but watch when the woman before him made the bottle of before appear and dripped its content onto his skin. It didn't behave like John would have expected it to, it now seemed much thicker than water. The red liquid - was it even a liquid? - started to form a dome over the wound for just a moment, before it disappeared inside of him. And that's when the pain started, as his body was lit up by red sparks rising from his own skin, illuminating the area around him in the same way the alchemy that Kimblee had used on him and the rest of the resistance group had.

IndentIt was possibly the worst pain he'd ever felt, so much worse than the bullet that had pierced through his shoulder in Afghanistan or the gruesome infection that followed after, which nearly cost him his life. He felt like he was burning up from the inside out, the philosopher's stone spreading through his veins and carrying the horrendous feeling through his body much too quickly. The doctor could feel every bone in his body twist and break, only to be renewed and for it to happen again. And he could do nothing but scream, his voice echoing through the underground facility, bouncing off the walls and straight back into his own ears. He felt utterly alone, with no one out there to help. He wished to die, prayed to just make it stop, but his wishes only seemed to increase the agony. His screaming only stopped when his mouth filled with his own blood as it was forced up his throat, out of his mouth and onto the floor. John had failed to stay on his feet during it all, had fallen to his knees and fully to the ground. He couldn't even gather the strength to clutch his stomach, and certainly not to get up again. Spasms and trembles shook his body as if in shock, laying there on the cold, hard ground. He hit the metal bars keeping him imprisoned a couple of times during his seizure-like response, the shock turning him onto his back.

IndentAnd now he just lay there, empty eyes looking up without seeing anything, a pool of his own blood spread under him, soaking his clothes. The earpiece given to him by Mizuki lay forgotten beside him, out of sight, flung out of the cage during his attack. His body was still convulsing with regular intervals, too worn out to do anything more. His screams had faded away, making place for just his laboured breathing.

IndentBut his mind still could not rest. John felt like his entire being, his soul, was being attacked from every possible side, nearly being ripped to pieces. It possibly hurt even worse than the assault his body was suffering from. Through it all, through all the mumbling of what sounded like thousandths of souls, rang one single voice. It was calm, almost soothing, its words chosen with the utmost care. "Just let go.. It told him, nearly sang to him. "You always feel it.. Pain, suffering... But you don't have to fear it. Let go, little soldier, let go." At those words, the spasms stopped. John's body finally lay still again, eyes dark and cold.

[Consulting Cumbercookie]

Moves Korra knows:

Moves Naga knows:

Ember | Quick Attack | Double Kick | Peck

Thrash | Aqua Jet | Slash | Icicle Crash

"What's the big idea with making me train this early in the morning?
The morning is evil."

IndentA lot of stuff happened in only a little bit of time.

IndentJust as she and the team were discussing about where they should move to for shelter and whether Charmander should use Naga as protection or not, a feminine voice rose, making Korra turn around. The creature that spoke up was, to be honest, very cute looking, and almost made the Avatar let out a soft 'Aw'. However, the words that came out of her mouth refrained her from doing so, making her frown. This was their only chance of leaving peacefully? 'Is that a threat?' She had wanted to ask, only for Aura to ask something else first, making her take in a deep breath. Of course.. Now that she had taken a better look (or, 'feel', really) she did notice that something was.. Off about the stranger. Something she couldn't place. Then, Yugi stepped up, telling her what the entire team immediately agreed with, that nobody of them wanted to fight her and that they were already planning on going away to find shelter.

IndentThen, as Yugi and Aqua were talking to each other, a sudden silence had fallen, only for an item to appear in Aqua's hand, something that looked like a key. Then, as she swung it forward, a rift appeared, one similar to the one in Republic City, that sucked her and Naga into it and led them to this world. And this one did the exact same thing. And before she could even properly try and resist the force, she and Naga were pulled into it, only for them to fall down again on the ground. However, rather than grass, it was now a pavement, making Korra groan as she scraped herself along it.

IndentThe first thing that she noticed was how it didn't rain over here. Pushing herself up, she also noticed how she wasn't a chicken anymore, noticing her dark hands and her normal attire. Just to check and see whether she had her powers back, she shifted her feet, before kicking up in the air, a jet of fire shooting out of her sole. Pleased with the result, she put her foot down again, nodding. "Well, at least we're back to normal now, aren't we Naga?" Korra said as she turned to the other two teammates. There was a young boy with a weird haircut, and then there was also Charmander, who had kept the same appearance as the one in the other town. Running her hand through her bangs at the side of her head, she smiled only a touch. "Seems like we lost a part of our team right now.. Are you alright?" At least she had her healing powers back now.. Too bad that she didn't have them in that other place.

IndentAt the thought of the other place, she then looked up, to have a look at where they had now ended up. It looked as if they had ended up in a city, with the most striking aspect so far being a big tower, with a clock in the middle and two bells on the sides. Frowning at the unfamiliar sight, she petted the side of Naga's leg, letting her rub her head against her stomach. "Where are we?"



Location: Treasure Town --& Twilight Town | Company: Naga, Yugi, Charmander, Aura and Maria | OOC: Sorry that it took so long, guys... Also, I didn't make her do a lot and mainly observe, because otherwise stuff would have to be edited and s**t... Also, wasn't too sure whether Maria and Aura were sucked in as well, so I omitted them from the group of people at the end. Let me know when it needs an edit.

[Sirea Angelie]

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xxxxxxFormally a soul trapped within a suit of armor

Location: Amestris / Central City



Alphonse was still in shock to learn that Riza Hawkeye, who had been an ally to him and his brother, would work for the Time Eater. It was unlike her to work for the enemy. He couldn't help but wonder what could've caused the Amestrian sharpshooter to turn against them. Focusing on helping Ember, he continued to help remove the debris from her along with Anthony. The brown-furred feline was the one who pulled Ember out of the debris finally, which had the young alchemist sigh with relief. Relief that they were able to get her out of there, yet there was still the matter of her wound. She needed medical attention.

Soon enough, he had heard heard voices. Voices he wasn't all familiar with, yet new in the area. He couldn't quite see who all was there since he had went down the hole to help Ember while Yang was taking care of the lesser homunculi. Could it be that reinforcements had finally arrived? "Down here!" He called out, hoping that they would be able to hear him. He had also heard Cecil's message from his headset. Good. It confirmed that the voices he heard were indeed the reinforcements they were expecting. He had also overheard Yang mention that he would have to be the one in charge unless Mizuki says otherwise. The thought of him being a leader wasn't something he had pictured himself as. Though for the sake of his team, he would have to do the best he could. Especially since he was the only Amestrian on the team.

It turned out that Ember wasn't the only one who needed medical treatment. Yang not only had went unconscious, but her wounds that she had gotten earlier during the fight had begun to show. Soon enough, a strange woman approached him and blinked a bit as he noticed that her hair had came to life and had picked up the unconscious Yang. He frowned a bit at Midna's question. "Unfortunately, Yang isn't the only one who would need help." He said. "I do know of a doctor who could help her and Ember. He was able to treat a couple of friends. Hopefully he could help us." The young alchemist hoped that Dr. Knox would be available to help Yang and Ember like he was able to treat Lan Fan and May Chang. However, there was the possibility that he too might have been imprisoned along with Mustang. He hoped not.

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[StrayKit]

Location: Florence, Italy
Current Appearance: Adorible Form, but with more “appropriate” attire

Envy stood there perfectly happy with his arms crossed, even taking a bit of a step back to watch the scene play out in front of him. Despite the mumble given to him by Jean, which may or may not have been meant to be heard or make Envy feel something akin to guilt or sympathy, which it didn't, he was enjoying himself far more than any other would. He waved off the "new member" of the group much like one would try to shush another while watching a play in the theatre as if saying "shh, this is the good part!" and oh was it ever. Barely a word from him and the simple suggestion of another approach and rather than keeping calm and discussing any problems with it like a rational person, Ezio seemed to go into an angry fit in his own language and from the look on Riku's face, it was highly insulting. This was one thing he enjoyed about humans, watching them get riled up and snap at each other, watch them run around and end up causing themselves more harm than good. Few things in this world were more fun to watch or better sport than watching humans fight each other for their own pitiful needs. Disputes, arguments, wars were some of the best things he watched unfold over the years and was hardly ashamed to say he'd jumped in the middle of some in the past to join in. What better excuse to kill off some humans and watch them break and scream than to be disguised as someone from the other side and get to them? It wasn't exactly something that would have blood spilt, but the clear tension and anger in the room was just as good.

A voice interrupting his "show" made Envy look over to see their last party member coming back over slowly. He grinned widely as Ezio helped her over, "Cynthia, great timing!" he probably sounded too cheery and excited over the situation, his eyes lit up with the heated discussion and watching Riku and Ezio go at it, "We were just talking about what we could do. Or, Ezio and Riku were arguing over which of their ideas was better and I do believe that the assassin was making some rude commentary in his own language a moment ago. Pity you missed it. Anyways, now that you're awake again, anything you'd like to offer to help the situation?" if earlier events were any indication, this girl would either calm things down, in which case Envy would be severely disappointed, or she would scold both boys and only make the matter worse. If that were the case, Envy would stick around and watch the show a while longer before coming to a final conclusion. He already had Jean riled up for a bit, and he could always call the man an idiot again later when he did something stupid again or whined about the mess the humans in his world started. Just thinking about the Titans killing and devouring humans non-stop in another world amid everything else made his grin widen and turn dark again. This was what he loved about being an instigator, that's what he did. He went in somewhere disguised, took some information once in a while and then started to stir the pot. A dead child here, a staged raiding there, a few slaughtered families with the mess pointing in a clear direction, and there you had it. A new show about to begin again. And the idea of them backing themselves into a corner or fighting among themselves over something that one way or another could get them killed was just a first act to him. Maybe a second, depending on how it was going.

His attention turned to Ezio again as he tried to sound reasonable. Well wasn't that just adorable, the little human wanted to sound all grown up after his tantrum. 'Idiot...' this was just too much fun. Arms still crossed, Envy shifted his weight and cocked his hip to the side, feeling his heel sink down to make a bit of an indent in the floor due to the sudden imbalance of weight, "Wasn't discussion of ideas and coming to an agreement part of teamwork?" he asked innocently. Of course no one was likely to listen at this point, and that was fine by him. More fuel for the fire. He listened to Ezio mention his friend again and glanced at the man who was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Still, the information of the man being useful Envy would keep in mind. Whether Ezio knew it or not, stating a clear and actual use for Leonardo gave the man a significantly less risk of being on the list of people it was clear to kill when they annoyed Envy enough. Even if the use was likely not to pertain to him, if the man had something that would keep these idiots from getting themselves killed then he could work with that. Maybe he'd have something actually useful lying around other than just paintings. Unlikely as it may have been, the assassin had still given his friend a "green light" at still breathing for the moment. Despite the option being presented, Envy brushed it aside, "I am my weapon, and there's no way I'm letting him tinker and invent on my own person. I'm not some toy that can be altered and messed with, I have feelings you know." the taunt was sign enough that he was still in his good mood, even if it didn't help the situation.

In fact, no one seemed willing to help the current situation as Riku set his weapon on the table to match Ezio's "pleasantness" with his own. He had to admit, it was a strange comment despite the tone used and if he wasn't so interested in seeing how the scene would play out, Envy would have tried to pick up the key-weapon just to see what the other was planning. Was he going to stab Ezio for touching his weapon? Oh he certainly hoped so, that would just be the toppings to this wonderful experience so far. He looked over at Jean again finally as the man commented on Ezio knowing the world better, "Yeah well, the furr-ball made ear pieces that have maps in them so really, between that and the one Ezio was kind enough to share, I think we have the directions portion covered." he stated simply. Granted, his ear piece was still in his hand from when he got tired of dealing with the chatter on the other end trying to reason with people but the fact was he had it if it was needed along with the other nicknacks they were handed out. Riku excused himself after instructing Cynthia to rest and thanking Leonardo before leaving. He almost laughed. This was just so predictable, two differing views expected to work together in the same group conflicting and it splits someone away. Did that cat back in Anima even know what she was thinking when she organized these groups? Clearly she didn't, so much for being a leader. Envy smirked and chuckled, "Very well done, I applaud your skills of diplomacy and reason." he said sarcastically. His gaze shifted to Cynthia, "See what happens when you miss out on all the fun?" he was tempted to go and join Riku in leaving, the idea of getting to torment and severely injure a few dozen humans was rather appealing. But he wanted to watch how things would continue to unfold here as well. Decisions, decisions...

[TenTenPrincess23]

Let me Know that I'm not fighting for Nothing....

Poor Cynthia had to wake up to more arguing... well if the others thought that they were fine here then who was Jean to interfere. Jean couldn't help but laugh at the green man's claim about feelings. Sure... ''Cause you can obviously get your feelings hurt.." he scoffed under his breath, laughing with a bit a sarcasm in his voice. As long as they didn't get hurt or lost or anything, then could care less what they did. Jean turned to further explore this shop of Leonardo's. It was..rather cozy but filled to the brim with inventions, and paintings. Jean couldn't help but admire most the stuff around. It was engraved, or brushed, or carved, or sculpted with such fine details, how could one not appreciate it. There on the other wall was a mirror and Jean looked at it and saw all the art pieces around him. He seemed ... almost sad all of a sudden. At home, art isn't really appreciated.. ever. There's no time stay and enjoy it, nor is there time to make it.

Looking in the mirror, he glanced at his face. The clothes he was wearing before were taken care of with his 'disguise' but surely his face would give him away. Fidgeting around for something else that could help hide his face with out hopefully, painting anything on it. Eventually he found a brown sheet that could be easily used as a cloak... but since its so late, maybe it'd be better as a blanket. He snooped around some more and saw some pots and pans and fire place.

Jean approached the pots only to have his stomach growl at him, he hadn't eaten all day with all this arguing and space travelling. He sighed and walked over to what seemed like a cutting. He turned to the artist in the room with a raised eyebrow. "Hey, I can cook dinner for you if you've got the food..'' Even if he didn't, I'd make due with what he had.. Jean thought. If the others weren't hungry then that would be fine too, Jean was starving and he wanted food. But since he couldn't go outside very with out getting in trouble or getting lost, he would have to make due with what he had. He's done it before in the worst of times.

But then he remembered the language barrier problem. The artist couldn't really speak English and Jean didn't know a word of Italian so this may actually end up being more difficult. Perhaps Cynthia would intervene and help out as Jean shot glances at her to beg for her assistance. But without actually saying anything. Jean didn't know who to look at, he shouted at Ezio and Cynthia, "Hey, one of you hungry? 'Cause if you are, tell him I'll cook the dinner.... old man's done enough to help us tonight.." he trailed that last bit. It was odd, these people decided to help Jean and now Jean was trying to be nice and help them out. He could cook so ... it was the least he could do for these... odd people.

.... Don't let Me DIE in vain!

Status: Better now : Location : Why the hell am I a woman? And like these guys know anything about what I titan really its! : Company : Envy, Riku, Cynthia, Ezio, & Leonardo

[chelseamay95]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏɴ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ
xxxxxxʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴅᴇᴀʟs ʜɪɢʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏω ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏω ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ

ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ



★ Location: Florence | Outside Leonardo's workshop★ With: Ezio, Riku, Envy ★ OOC: Sorry if it is kinda bleh. Bit of WB


Indent Upon having almost stumbled once more, her feet scuffing against the workshop floor, Cynthia gave Ezio quiet thanks as he escorted her to the table. With her head drumming, Cynthia found the pain only having worsened by the spark that hung heavy in the air of the workshop which she focused on momentarily to escape the throbbing pain. Frustration? Irritation? A little bit of confusion even? It was a strange sensation these ghosts of emotion that seemingly lingered at times. Why Cynthia had begun to detect them these last few days was beyond her but for the current moment, it didn’t matter much. She knew she had to focus on the matter on hand and not allow her mind to wander –wander as much – during these next few days. If that was going to be all that possible however was another matter entirely.

Indent At having made several attempts of following the conversation, Cynthia was finding it somewhat of a struggle. It was more than a little obvious that something had occurred whilst she had been out for the count and now she had to figure exactly what it was. Whatever it had been, Cynthia could tell that it had upset the still tender atmosphere of their group from what had occurred earlier during Jean’s rescue. Cynthia herself still wasn’t all too amused about Ezio suddenly running off to act on his own but she was more than willing to let it go for the sake of coming together to work as a team. It really appeared to the Lunarian as something that may not happen given what bits of the conversation she comprehend in the painful swirl of words in the forefront of her mind.

Indent At Envy’s over energetic greeting and explanation, Cynthia simply raised her hand for silence. “Too many words…[I need a minute]” She really was not feeling up to dealing with the Homunculus at this particular moment. Cynthia still felt a little woozy and the storm of words raging in her head had yet to settle in its entirety. When the storm finally began to blow itself out and Cynthia’s headache start to fade, Cynthia had better luck following the conversation that was going on between the others. It was a much easier task now that her subconscious wasn’t trying to connect every word they uttered with a corresponding word in five different languages at once. The remaining discussion Cynthia had been able to catch caused the Lunarian to frown. Yes, so much it seemed for their teamwork and closely knit groups.

Indent Watching Riku take his leave, Cynthia had taken note of the fact he had left his communicator behind and she quickly walked over to swipe it off of the table before Leonardo could. “Yes, yes I do…” Cynthia answered the Homunculus with the softest of sighs as she made her way to the door and exited the workshop. She felt a pang of guilt for ignoring the others but was concerned that she would miss Riku if she waited any longer. Fortunately, Cynthia had been able to catch up to the keyblade master outside before he had departed. Waiting for Envy, she figured. “Riku, you left this behind.” Cynthia slowly opened her fingers grasped around the device and held it out on her palm offeringly. “Even if you don’t want to wear it, you can’t just leave a piece of technology like this lying around. It could have devastating effects on a timeline maybe even pose a massive security risk.”
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Indent Unlike before when she spoke to Ezio outside the very same workshop, Cynthia’s tone was not that of a scolding mother but rather that of a concerned party. “Well…it might be a security risk… I don’t really know, I didn’t program the thing.” Cynthia quietly rambled until she managed to get her words straight and she tried to meet Riku’s eye. Cynthia didn’t understand the reluctance to working together as a team however she wanted to understand. She wanted to be able to do what she could do to help. “Riku, please…Could you please explain to me why it is such a big…problem to work together? I don’t really understand because I’ve only ever worked on a team but I would have thought with all the billions, trillions of lives at stake, people could push aside their personal preferences for the sake of so many others. It’s not as if you don’t possess a good heart Riku or don’t care unlike…well a sparse few in the resistance.”

[Hiru Demonstrife]

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As Riku waited on the streets of Florence, he couldn't help but notice a few things as he stood slightly aside from the main foot traffic. People seemed to have a veneer of happiness. Something around their faces spoke of some kind of trial, knowledge of darker things that they were not acknowledging. What was it about this world that had such lines around people's faces? Riku also noticed something else. There were people here that seemed very rich, but hidden aside, hidden on the outskirts, leaching off of those that seemed happiest were miserable creatures, beggars. Riku wasn't sure if he approved of a world that seemed to work like this. In an odd way, seeing this was his first real taste of the difference between social class. He felt a familiar feeling about it though, disgust. Seeing the pure difference between the two made him want to give what he could to the beggars, even if it meant stealing away the purses of the rich.

That wasn't why he was here though. He was in this world for a reason. He had a mission and it wasn't his job to fix the world. In fact, a Keyblade Master was not supposed to meddle in the affairs of other worlds. They were visitors, observers, meant to deal with things that threatened the world's existence, such as heartless. Thinking about the creatures of darkness made Riku go into a whole well ingrained thought process about what they were planning, who was controlling them now, the purpose of the darkness, and his worthiness. He was tainted by the darkness, but somehow that did not stop him from being acceptable to a Keyblade of Light. He was a creature of equal parts light and dark, the shadow in the bright room, but the ember in the darkness. He had to prove it to everyone, including himself, that it was acceptable to be that way. Proof needed action.

Action he was eager to get started with. Drawing his eyes away from the people of Florence, he peered at the door leading to Leonardo's workshop. He hoped that Envy would be swift to follow him. Instead of Envy coming through the door, he instead saw Cynthia making her way outside to find him. Confused, he stood form his leaning position, teal eyes curious instead of hostile towards the blonde woman. She came up to him and held out something to him, her fingers coming away from the communicator that he had left behind in the workshop. Riku gave it a long, thoughtful look before reaching out to take it. He listed to her words as he stared at the communicator, about leaving tech behind in the timeline. It was true, they were back in time a bit as well. Riku had to remember that. Sora had told him of his adventure in Timeless River, on how he, Donald and Goofy had saved the castle from being taken over by traveling to the past.

If that was the case, he would have to resist doing anything too outlandish. Shouldn't be too much trouble for him, since he had nothing to gain by ruining this world's timeline. Might be shy one annoying assassin, but others seemed to like him. Shoving thoughts of erasing Ezio aside, he focused his attention to Cynthia. She seemed nervous for some reason, rambling a little. She was trying to catch his eyes though, and he let her do so, his teal eyes peering at her with a simple curiosity. Her words quickly made him sigh and turn away from her though. How would he explain his tendencies to someone? She wanted to know, and she didn't deserve to get anything less then an honest attempt at an answer.

"I don't have a... problem working on a team." He started to answer as he stared at the communicator in his hand. Clasping it tightly, he let his hand drop. "I just.. don't work with them. I'm not all that good with people, and I don't like being held back." He shifted, not quite sure how to say what he knew to be true. Turning back to her, he pushed on, trying to explain something he had never actually accomplished, even when asked before. "You're right. People's lives are at stake. I will do anything to do something about that." His mind jumped to the most obvious example of this, when he took on the appearance of Xehanort's heartless as he embraced the darkness to defeat Roxas. His voice took on a note of determination. "I work better alone. I go places people wouldn't risk, and do things people don't dare to do. I'm used to being able to do what is needed, and if I cant do it, I'll show the way to those that can."

"Don't you see?" He asked, not really sure if he was getting his point across, or if he was even really telling her the true problem. "It's nice to have someone else there, someone real, but that doesn't always happen. Standing still isn't an option, even it if means I go alone." A lesson Riku learned from DiZ, unorthodox as his methods were. Lowering his head a bit to hide his face, an action that worked well with long bangs or a cowl, he muttered the next line, hoping he didn't sound too cruel as he spoke. "Anyone's welcome to either keep up, or catch up later."

"Besides," Riku's voice took on a different tone, a forced playful one that he honestly had not gotten enough practice with lately. "I'm not going too far, and I'm not going alone. Envy should be coming with me. There's also a rendezvous set up. I'll be seeing you again after sunset. Maybe you can sweeten Ezio up a little? I kind of stabbed his pride." Behind his words was a plea for her to get back to safety, retreat away from him and back to actual rest. Cynthia was only just up from being unconscious, and she was not supposed to be gaining attention from the passer-by. Hopefully Envy would come out of that workshop soon so they could get away from this location. Perhaps then Cynthia wouldn't keep pushing him about his discomfort with people, and his inability to coordinate with a team due to lack of experience.
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Status: Thoughtful | Party: Cynthia | Location: Outside Leonardo's Workshop


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[Avengers Assemble GO]

x- Dream Whisperer -x

Harold Alexander Jamieson

Another reason another cause for me to fight
Another fuse uncovered now for me to light
My dedication to all that I've sworn to protect
I carry out my orders without a regret
My declaration embedded deep under my skin
A permanent reminder of how it began
No hesitation when I am commanded to strike
You need to know that you're in for the fight of your life

The first thing that he became aware of was the murmured voices of a crowd surrounding him, were none of them going to check on him? He listened to them murmur each one wondering if he was ok and what they should do. He was almost glad that Nero wasn’t with him, she wasn’t too keen on crowds since the war from which he had first met her and adopted her. She had only been a puppy back then, a small smile spread itself across his lips though his hair hid it from view of the gaping public. Soon he was able to sense the crowd, so much blood running through so many veins… he could feel them all, feel each push of their hearts as it sent their life force running through their bodies. If he could actually feel the warm liquid, taste it, see it, smelt it then he could do as he please with them. Rip them apart, manipulate their movements. Stop their very blood flow to a certain body part. Its not the first time he had stopped his enemies blood from reaching their brains. It was a quick way to knock someone out and by enemies it was just the one guy… one guy who wasn’t a concern of his now.

Had he been able to he would have jumped at the feeling of someone touching him, he had been so focused on feeling the majority of the people around him that he failed to notice one person approaching him! If hell knew of this then he’d never live it down! Her fingers went to his neck seemingly looking for his pulse… well he wasn’t dead so she shouldn’t have too much trouble in locating his pulse. In finding his moving blood. Well what little he had thanks to his aplastic anaemia. How could he not have noticed her? The crowd wasn’t overly large! And yet he had missed her entirely! Missed the girl that had checked his pulse for signs, for proof of him still being alive. As soon as he spoke he frowned to himself. If he was ok then why was he lying on the ground? He groaned loudly now finding himself able to move. He raised his head off of the ground along with some of chest, He leaned against his lower arms trying to gather his strength before looking up at the woman who had been brave enough to approach him.

“I’ll be alright I think” he said having to pause for a brief moment to remember to speak a human language, it would do him no good to speak in his mother tongue. In the Ancient Demonic language that he had grown up with. Soon he was able to raise himself to his knees where he found it easier to look at the woman before him. A strange creature with her making him tilt his head in confusion. “What is that?” he asked pointing out the small white form of the creature. His hair covered his blood red eyes, hair which flowed down his back and sides easily hitting the ground from which he knelt on.

You will be shown
How I've become
Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side a terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable
Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while your alive
I'm an indestructible
Master of war

Location>>> Traverse Town Sub-Location>>> Ｆｉｒｓｔ Ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ With>>> Kylie ooc>>> Sorry again for the wait! Steve either later tonight or tomorrow...

[Consulting Cumbercookie]

x"It's raining...


xxxxxxxxxxIt's pouring...


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSherlock...

Is boring..."

Painful seconds passed by in which Sherlock couldn’t do much else but suppress his screams, his cries, the desire to just rip off his skin, as that couldn’t possibly hurt more than this. This. His skin was a painfully red, his eyes felt as if they could almost explode, the whites of them also turning a shade of red that couldn’t be healthy. He had to go to his Mind Palace, it was the only way he could survive this horrible pain. But no.. No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t just leave John behind, not with these people. He couldn’t afford losing him out of his sight, for only God knew what the hell they were up to with him. ”F-fine..” He whispered, his voice trembling, unsure whether it was to comfort and reassure John or himself. Not that it was hard enough for John to hear it over the music, though.

When the violin stopped, along with it stopped Sherlock’s heart, making the detective gasp loudly. It was almost inviting, a bliss, the pain now less than when she’d been playing. Was this his time to die? Caged and imprisoned like an animal, leaving behind John like this? When she continued playing again, the pain came back as well, making the lanky man cry out before slumping against the bars again. His body couldn’t fall unconscious, not while Scarlet was still playing, so his mind did the second best thing: dragging the man into his Mind Palace.

The room was circular and badly lit and it didn’t take too long for Sherlock to recognize it. He’d been here before.. And had hoped that he’d never have to return to it. However, things had changed since last time. The positions were swapped. Now he was the one wearing the straight jacket, chained to the wall, wearing a collar, and he, he was free. With black hair and equally dark eyes and suit, he was like a shadow, which only seemed to increase in size. ”You’re still fearing it, Sherlock dear.” His Irish-accented voice came, taunting him. ”The pain.. Don’t you see just how good it is?”

Sherlock didn’t even properly hear him, his face pressed into the cold, hard floor as he cried out, tears streaming down his face and nose. His body was convulsing, thrashing about for as far as it could in its restraints. ”So good.. Even watching you in pain is putting a smile on my face.” His voice got closer, only half registering that he grabbed his hair, leaning towards his ear as he enveloped the detective in the darkness surrounding him. ”Give it to me.. Show me your pain, your tears, your despair. Just die already.” The shadow stuck out his tongue, licking away Sherlock’s tears, his grip on his hair tightening. Sherlock couldn’t do anything about it, his voice getting raw from crying out in pain, but being unable to stop himself from letting out little grunts, groans and cries.

”They’ll all cry.. Mummy and Daddy will cry, Big Brother will cry.. And John. John will cry too. And you don’t care anymore, do you? You just want to die and join me.. That’s alright. All you have to do is say it out loud. Come on, make Daddy proud.” As Sherlock remained silent, he yanked him back by his hair, forcing him to sit up. ”Say it!!”

With trembling and dry lips, his eyes opened lightly, only for them to see nothing but darkness. To just give up.. To just give up and let it all go.. Let all the pain flow away.. He parted his lips. ”I... I-“ He started, only for him to stop as another voice joined. A voice that would normally soothe him, comfort him, make him fall asleep. Now, though, it was filled with hatred, bitterness.

“Take it! Take --- whatever you want ---! --- Stop ---! Hurt him ------ I’ll end you!”

”..John...” Sherlock breathed, the shadow around him slowly disappearing. With some trouble, Sherlock managed to get on his feet, shaking so much that keeping his balance was difficult. Too difficult, or so it turned out, as Sherlock fell back against the padded wall, only just managing to stay up.

”So you decided --- Good. Nobody likes putting down their --- dog --- Sherly?”

”John..!” Sherlock called out, only to not hear any reply back. Pushing himself off the wall, he then screamed, his eyes closed as he did so, once again fighting against his bonds. ”John! ....JOHN!”

The detective’s eyes opened again as she heard the other voice continue with talking, it now being much clearer, only to see that he was out of that dreadful cell. Taking in a deep breath, he was still in pain and grasping onto himself. However, it seemed to be.. Less, somehow. Just a touch, but still less.

--We would not wish for your sacrifice for your friend to be in vain, do we?” Turning his head, he looked over to John, a small sigh escaping him at the sight of his friend. However, his pupils soon widened as the shadow spirit lashed out, biting down in the soldier’s forearm. Instinctively, Sherlock then reached out, wanting to grasp onto John’s free arm, to dig his nails into the thick winter coat that the two of them were wearing. They were too far apart, though, and Sherlock only managed to grasp one of the bars of John’s cage, his breath quickening as he realized this. ”John..” He croaked, not able to say it that much louder than a whisper, his eyes shifting down to his other arm, watching how the blood trickled and seeped down his skin. It was after this that Scarlet got out the red substance, pouring it over the fresh wound and, soon, red sparks appeared, a bright red light coming from them, illuminating John. It reminded him of the light that had appeared when Kimblee had used alchemy, but that thought was pushed away as the pain kicked in. Watching his friend spasm on the floor, Sherlock couldn’t do anything else but watch in agony, screaming the man’s name over and over and over again.

As John stopped screaming and seemed to, somewhat, calm down, Sherlock could feel tears streaming down his cheeks, his lips still whispering the same name in between sobs. ”John.. John....” Please be alright.. God, he had to be alright. He’d never forgive himself if he wouldn’t be. He was supposed to look after him.. To not get him injured, get him out of danger’s hands for as much as possible. As John finally stilled completely, Sherlock swallowed, trying to clear his voice a bit. ”John..?” Meanwhile, in his ear, he could hear the sound of a calming voice talking to him. He only caught some parts of it, however, his brain focused on John.

"--Even if you're stuck in a cage --- Life gets better. You're not alone --- Well, we're all alone technically --- Stuck in our own heads, unable to escape our own thoughts --- Mizuki has sent another party to aid those in Amestris --- If you're in Amestris --- You've got help!"

”Help..” He repeated, softly, letting the word drift through his head. Help.. A verb, used with an object. To give or provide what is necessary to accomplish a task or satisfy a need; to make easier or less difficult; to save. Yes.. They were going to be saved. Everything would be fine.. Letting out a shaky breath, he closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing despite the pain. Once it was somewhat under control, he rose his free hand to the earpiece, before pressing a button, sending off a help signal. ’Save us.. Save John... Help....’

"I'm laughing... x


I'm crying... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


Sherlock... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

x
Is dying..."

Location: Amestris Underground Laboratory & Mind Palace | Company: John, Scarlet and Pitch in Amestris, James Moriarty in Mind Palace | OOC: Alright, I tried to throw in some 'His Last Vow' feelings.. Might be considered a bit spoilerish.

[chelseamay95]

xxȽocation: Amestris | Street
xxฬith: Yang, Alphonse, Connor, Midna, Anthony, Ember
xxOOC: quick post sorry, we were both rushing!

Indent The air itself seemed to crackle and spark, tension building in the Amestrian street until it finally peaked. The sound of what could be described as shattering glass reverberating all around as there was a condensed bright flash further down the length of the street. From it, emerged James Pitch. The sorcerer was bent over slightly and seemingly catching his breath from the endeavour that was usually such a reasonably simply task. Without taking a moment to so much as make himself look proper, which was indeed a rare thing, James ran the short distance between himself the Amestrian team and their reinforcements. “M-Mizuki sent me.” James spoke in an urgent huff as ran. He was a sorcerer and businessman, exercise had never exactly been ‘his thing’ per say. The running was stealing what breath he had managed to catch back.

Indent“It was fortunate I was able to make it. There is a temporal anomaly of a massive magnitude in Central. It is messing with the communicators and making travel difficult but from this distance it is still possible albeit with difficulty.” Drawing close to the unconscious hunter, James crouched down beside her and began to check the young woman for injury. His magic always worked best when targeted directly instead of a simple wash over, it would prevent any wastage of what magic he had left. He still had to make the difficult trip back to Anima as well. “Bring me whoever is in need of treatment, quickly. My window will close soon and I’m sure you rather not another liability. You must hurry and find Sherlock and John. Their last known location is on your maps according to Shaun.”

IndentJames’ attention came to rest on the bullet wound in the young woman’s shoulder. Quite a shot, he’d have to say. The front was an absolute mess and upon Inspecting the woman’s back to check if the bullet had passed right through her or was still lodged inside, found that the back was slightly less tattered than the front. Despite the clear damage, there was a small sigh of relief at the sight of a second wound where the bullet had passed through. This made his job much easier. Gently turning the Hunter on her side, James rested a hand on the entry wound. The damp feeling of her blood against his hand proved not to be a distraction as it soon glowed with a pink aura which spread and danced over the top of Yang’s skin.

IndentThrough the wondrous craft of the sorcerer’s magic, the wound began to close up as did the other deep gashes Yang had suffered from the debris earlier. James couldn’t afford to spend all his magic healing the more minor injuries as he could sense there was at least one more in serious need of tending to. Yang was a strong girl, he knew she could handle it. Once his work with his patient was done, James stood and motioned with his bloody hand towards Yang. “Someone needs to watch her. She has lost a significant amount of blood.” James ordered.

IndentHis eyes swept the broken scenery around him for his next patient, his eyes lingering on the large hole in the street where Alphonse, Ember and one unfamiliar individual were. He couldn’t quite see them from where he currently stood but he could sense their presence and one of them appeared rather faint. James ran to the edge of the pit as fast as the stitching in his suite would allow. “Hurry and bring her up. I’ll see to her. We need to get you all of the streets before the Military arrives prepped for war.” For a brief moment, James’ eyes were drawn to the brown tabby holding Ember. He hadn’t been with either of the parties sent to Amestris. How interesting.

[chelseamay95]

ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ: Anima | Operations room
Hello Tony, Steve, N, Lily, Mizuki, go away

"ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢɪғᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs."

Indent“Already doing classes.” Shaun replied, mumbling annoyed as he turned the volume down to a mere few levels above mute. He disliked music playing whilst he was trying to focus. It was distracting and so far Tony trying to push playing music aloud was proving more irritating then when Rebecca insisted to play her music while seeing Desmond’s Animus sessions. It was mostly the rubbish music off the radio that left Shaun with a thumping headache to match the beat of the obnoxious music. Really, why did no one have good tastes in music anymore?

IndentShaun’s eyes darted to and from Lily and Tony, the expression on his face saying him from uttering the words aloud. ‘riight…’ Returning his attention to more important things, his eyes turned back to the duel monitors in time to catch a flashing red notification informing him of a sudden change in location to one of the teams, Treasure Town. It quickly caught his notice and Shaun opened up the team registry to look into the matter the best he could. Unfortunately, being one of those strange worlds that altered the appearance of those visiting, there was only one communicator among the entire group making tracking more difficult. He’d find it, but it would take a moment.

IndentSoon enough, the signal from the headset reconnected to the network and Shaun was able to pinpoint the signal as being somewhere in one of the Traverse Town districts. Now that was interesting. How did they get there? Pushing the rim of his glasses further up the ridge of his nose, Shaun figured it would be best to send the patrolling group already located in the world rather than waste time organizing another. Clicking away at the computer to organize contact with those who were actually registered to Traverse Town, Shaun began to speak into the headset. “Seems as if there’s a bit of an occurrence with one of the groups. Apparently, they’re in Traverse Town now. Their location is on your map so it’s best you go check it out.”

IndentShaun’s span of attention to the former treasure town group was short lived as he soon returned to the Amestris team. It appeared that James had managed to arrive despite the anomaly throwing things into a flux. It was really causing things to become difficult in regard to tracking their movements at times. The communicators belonging to Sherlock and John still appeared to be dead. They weren’t putting out a signal at all. Bloody hell. So engrossed in his work, the historian didn’t give Lily so much as a glance as she began to speak. She may have been sent to assist him with the database entries but right now he really didn’t have time for that, or her.

“y-yes, though it can wait I guess. The Doctor gave me a scan already s-so that should be done later. I should go before I get in the way.”
“That would be very nice. Thank you. Go away please. It’s hard enough to focus as it is.” Shaun replied bluntly.

IndentWith a frown and a concerned heart, Lily turned for the door almost to walk into Mizuki as the feline hurried into the room. “Temporal anomaly mixed with a bit of a rush job.” She answered, having heard Stark’s words. “Eternity net has only been up for a day and a half so it isn’t as stable as it could be. I decided to focus more on security and getting it up and running with the time I had. I was planning to work on it further once you had arrived but with the situation in Amestris, it doesn’t seem like that will be happening.” Mizuki stepped aside allowing Lily to take her leave before she crossed her arms, her tail giving a swish only to curl inwards at its white tipped end. “Oh, and thanks for the Microsoft comment.” With the situation at hand, Mizuki didn’t have the time to feel insulted. She figured he didn’t really mean it anyway.

IndentMizuki’s ears twitched as the sound of a beep from the Shaun’s computer caught her notice. “Hmm. Seems as if Sherlock and John’s communicators have managed to connect again. Just. The signal is still weak and keeps flickering.” Mizuki gave a soft smirk, feeling reassured by the fact they now had a connection again. Not long after, the high pitched sequence of beeping filled the room from the help signal. It wasn’t the most heart-warming of signs but they had contact! “Shaun. Tony. Whichever, I don’t care. Find me as much detail as you can from that signal before it dies again. We need to make sure the team in Amestris have all the information we can give them before they go possibly walking into a trap.”



"ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴀɢʟᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏω? ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜsᴇғᴜʟ"



(sorry, another quickie while I have time between my assignments)


xx Dream Whisperer xx

Sirea Angelie

[Sirea Angelie]

Ｌocation: Traverse Town
Ｗith: Kylie, Harold
Ｏut Ｏf Ｃrystals: Edited

"yoυr plαce ιѕ нere, yoυr deѕтιɴy ιѕ нere."

Hearing Kylie's question regarding the Dragon Realms, Cynder shook her head slightly. "There are more than just dragons there. Many other animals also reside there, though there are no apes that look like you. There are apes there, just the hairy ones." She said. She still had yet to learn that these hairless apes like Kylie were called humans. Her attention then shifted to the Ralts in Kylie's arms that was shivering as well as whimpering. Kylie had already asked what was wrong so there was no need to repeat the same question. It then turned out that Ayumi was sensing emotional distress coming from the area.

The black dragoness gave a nod then followed the Pokemon trainer to the source. Something had indeed happened as a small crowd seemed to be gathering. She made her way through the crowd to find that there was a man laying among the crowd. Was he another otherworldly ape like the others? If so, which side was he working for? She didn't see the headgear on him so it was safe to assume that he wasn't part of the resistance. Yet it didn't mean she was going to assume that he was working for the Time Eater. For all they knew, he could be just a new arrival overall. "What happened?" The dragoness asked the male.

It was then she got Shaun's message from the headset, which had her raise an eyebrow ridge. It would seem that one of the other groups had somehow ended up in Traverse Town. Could it be the Time Eater's doing? She would then shift her gaze to Kylie for a moment. They would have to find this group as soon as the manner with the male ape creature was taken care of. "If this ape's the same boat as everyone else, then it would be in our best interest to have him stick with us while we find this group. It wouldn't be right for us to just leave him." Her gaze then shifted over to the dark-haired male. "That is you don't have any objections." If he was an otherworlder like everyone else, then it would be best to let him travel with her and Kylie. Especially if he was a new arrival.


"вυт мιɴe ιѕ ѕoмewнere oυт тнere ғor мe тo ғιɴd."

[Dreamverie]

ღ Kylie Summers ღ
- ᴾᴷᴹᴺ Trainer -

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After a few long minutes, the male finally woke up with a loud groan. He sat up partially and leaned against his forearms while he eventually stated that he was going to be alright. That caused the girl to sigh in relief as a relieved smile made it's way upon her face. "Whew. That's good to hear. You had me worried there for a sec, sir. Glad to see that you're doing okay," Kylie stated with a slight nod of her head. The trainer then shifted herself to rest upon her knees, deciding to remain in a more comfortable position while she helped the guy out. The man also sat himself up on his knees as well, and right away he wanted to know what the little Ralts in her arms was.

Kylie's smile began to turn sheepish as a nervous little laugh escaped from her. "O-Oh, you mean her? That's Ayumi. She's just a friend of mine, that's all," the girl replied quickly. The trainer didn't want to risk causing the male to freak out over something that he didn't perceive as "normal". The trainer was used to seeing creatures like pokemon all around her back in her world, but she doubted that the same could be said for this man. To any other person who wasn't familiar to them, pokemon were just strange creatures that could potentially frighten someone depending on certain species. Kylie didn't want to weird out the guy so soon, and she certainly didn't want to frighten her little friend any more than she was already. The poor thing had enough fright for today.

Cynder spoke up after that, and she questioned the man on what happened to him. Kylie couldn't help but agree with another nod as her eyes turned to face the stranger once more. For a moment, the trainer thought that she saw something red glinting underneath the male's long bangs, but she thought nothing of it as she continued to speak. "I was wondering that myself. How did you wind up lying here on the ground?" She paused after that, studying the stranger for a moment as another question came up in her mind. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be a resident of this place, would you? Or, are you from somewhere else..?" Kylie figured that it was best if she tried to find that fact out now rather than later. If he was just an ordinary citizen, then there was nothing to worry about. If he was an otherworlder, though... then that changed everything.

While she waited for the man to answer, a message suddenly came through from her earpiece. Apparently, one of the other groups sent on a mission had somehow wound up within Traverse Town. Well, somewhere around, at least. There was no doubt that Cynder received the same message as well, and both females were given the task to go check out the location found on their map. This led the trainer to become a little concerned. She knew that they should go and find this other group, but they still needed to deal with this situation first. And they still didn't know if the man was an otherworlder or not...

Kylie sighed softly to herself. This was going to be a problem. Cynder seemed to sense this, too, as she quickly came up with a plan to resolve the issue. She suggested that it would best if the male came along with them while they searched for this other group - that way, the male wouldn't be left behind. Kylie was completely fine with the idea, though she couldn't help but raise a brow at the mention of the word apes. Did...Cynder think that humans were apes? Were there no humans in her world? "Uh...we're technically just called humans, Cyn, not apes. Even if we're supposedly related to them, that's what we call ourselves..." she corrected, albeit somewhat nervously. "Anyway, that's not such a bad idea. I don't see why we can't bring him along with us. What do you say, sir? Think you'll be able to feel good enough to walk? We can explain everything on the way," she offered.


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This must be the Pl a c e - -: Traverse Town, first district.
Where I'll journey Wi t h - -: Cynder and Harold.
I'm Do i n g well at - -: 100 %
With my Te a m by my side - -: >Ayumi< • Airi • Lumina • Yan • Casper • Zaiden
{OoC} - -: Edited again. Nearly missed what you wrote, Sirea, sorry. XP

Avengers Assemble GO

Sirea Angelie

[StrayKit]

Celty Sturluson

>>~>> The Headless Rider

Location >>Anima
Thoughts >> He's going to get sick if he doesn't dry off and get warm

The more she looked around the temporary home for everyone in the resistance, the more Celty was becoming convinced that most everyone else really was gone. The place seemed very empty and for such a large area, it was a bit unnerving. She really didn't want to go room to room to see who was still around either. Chances were they weren't even in their rooms if they were here at all. Most of the members so far seemed to be more interested in exploring or training anyways and for the moment at least, the training room seemed empty. Or it was the last time she checked anyways, which wasn't really all that long ago. 'Looks like everyone else has something to do.' it was still strange to think that she had time to herself. Celty was having trouble trying to come up with something to do. Normally, she would take this time to go into the city and go see the people she knew. How they were doing, for once without a job to run off to. Just drive around the city even. She's already looked around most of the city here during the patrols that were held, taking routs through the streets to wherever she was going and back again. If there was anyone around she'd be happy to talk with them but with the way the place was looking so far, it didn't seem like there was anyone around at all. If there were, they were probably busy with something of their own. 'What was the name of the one who brought us here?...Mizuki? She might still be around here somewhere...' then again, if the young feline really was the one in charge, she probably had her hands full already.

So, what was she to do? Celty wasn't really much of one for training, at least not non-stop. Suddenly making things that even she didn't know she could based on impulse wasn't exactly pleasant but hadn't happened often enough for her to feel too concerned over it. Not yet at least. One of the benefits of having been around for a number of decades at least, it provided a lot of experience to call on even if a chunk of it was all muscle memory. 'Well, I suppose I can go out and look around the town again...' it certainly wasn't going to hurt anything at the very least. And on top of that, it was something to do other than walk around. She doubted there would be much that would catch her eye, but maybe someone in town who was from another world would like to talk to her? And hopefully wasn't confused by her PDA which, she realized shortly after arriving here, wasn't exactly something shared across all worlds. This was still going to take a little bit of adjusting. Her shoulders rose and fell in a soft sigh as her helmet turned to see out the window, 'On second thought, maybe I'll stay inside...' there was quite a bit of rain coming down outside and even if she didn't mind riding around in the rain, it wasn't really what she had in mind for a nice way to spend the afternoon, or any part of the day. Chances were, others weren't out in that either. Maybe there was some reading material in her room? That wouldn't be so bad, actually it sounded kind of nice.


That thought in mind, she turned and started back down the hallway again. She headed back to her room in the hopes of actually finding a book on something, walking around a corner and jumping a bit as she collided with another person, 'Ah!' Celty backed up and looked at the boy who had collided with her. Her helmet tilted just slightly. He'd been in the Grand Hall before during the other meals, she'd seen him a number of times. She couldn't recall actually speaking with him though. It was nice to know that she wasn't the only one who was still in the castle though. His wet clothing did stand out though. He wasn't outside, was he? The boy must be freezing by now. She waved off his apology in communication through body language, "Don't worry about it." really being bumped into wasn't that strange to her. Ikebukuro could be a bit crowded at times and running into people sometimes came with being a Transporter. There were a number of people who wanted to stop something or someone from getting from point A to point B. Or, on the more "interesting" of her jobs, wanted to keep someone or someone on route from point A to point B rather than let the person go home. Where they belonged. Celty watched the boy seem to try and place her name as well before apologizing again and introducing himself. Roxas, huh? Thinking back, she didn't think she'd heard the name before, or at least not around her. Once again, her hand waved a bit and the PDA slid out of her shirt sleeve as she typed quickly before showing him the screen, in English and Kanji as she usually did, "It's nice to meet you, Roxas. My name is Celty, and don't worry about it. I can't exactly say I'm used to them either."

She watched as he shuffled a bit before asking how she was. If she could, she'd have smiled. That was sweet of him, even if he was uncomfortable to try and keep having a conversation with her. Celty nodded a bit and cleared her last message to type another, "I'm alright, I was going to go outside but I'm sure you already know that might not be as enjoyable as it could be." she paused and watched him closely. He really didn't look that good, actually he looked like he was shivering pretty badly. She turned the PDA back to her for another message, "My room is nearby, you look like you might need a towel. If you'd like, I can see if there's some tea in the kitchen area. It might help you warm up a bit."

Out Of Chat >> N/A

[Rezlin Kaiser]

Ɍɑτσɦɴɦɑκѐ:τσɴ ❦ Ȼɵɴɴɵʀ

⇛ ✪ "The road ahead is long and shrouded in darkness. It is a road that will not always take me where I wish to go, and I doubt I will live to see it end.. But I will travel down it nonetheless." ✪ ⇚

⇛★★★ ✪ Master ⌘ Assassin ✪ ★★★⇚

With: 『Midna, Alphonse, Ember, Unknown Mobian』
Where: 『 Amestris - Central City Streets』
Thoughts: 『Our resistance is quite colorful..."』

As the majority of the Homunculi all began to enter a state of full retreat, Connor felt a subtle, fluttering feeling of relief wash over him. Ever vigilant, however, the Assassin remained on his guard; a homunculi cut into six pieces was still a threat, and he was still ignorant of the nature of those creatures, but if they were running away, he could assume that he and his comrades had just bought some breathing time.

With an ounce of faith, Connor backed away from the lesser homunculus at his feet, carefully watching it to make certain it would not lash out as him or his teammates. Thankfully, it did, with a struggling effort from the injuries Connor did inflict, so Connor took his time readying his weaponry before putting it all away. His pistols carefully reloaded, and his tomahawk wiped clean with a piece of unfamiliar rent cloth he found on the ground, he adjusted his weaponry into their places of rest on his person before moving towards the depth that was created in the middle of the street. His attention was briefly commandeered by Midna, who gave her account of her own findings and her explanation of why she could not heal the others. If Connor knew much more than some rather basic medical techniques and practices for warriors of his culture, he would have tried his best to help, were there not so many variables to consider in either a worse or best case scenario.

In reply to Midna's words, Connor furrowed his brows in concern, and stared down the opening to the familiarly strange creatures he'd fought to defend. There was little doubt that they were acquainted with one another, as tenderly as the brown mobian cat seemed to be towards the injured cat. Connor somewhat guessed that she was somehow related to Mizuki, from the shared resemblance. "We could search for the rest of our number soon, if there are any left in this world. Should they be in a fortunate condition,. For now, we need to go someplace where we could shelter in for the time being and prepare ourselves for further instructions... Or battles. Miss Midna, would you care to come down?"

Suddenly, James appeared, a blend between somewhat pathetic and flustered; breath labored and clothing disheveled, he looked like he'd just nearly ran a mile. Despite appearances, however, James was someone that Connor hadn't had a chance to hear more than rumors of in Anima, and the Assassin quickly took the male at face value in regard to his request; Mizuki was rather capable, so he didn't waste any time climbing down the large crater that Ember and the male beside her were in to help carry her out. It was no difficult matter, even with the care Connor had to take so as to not worsen her injuries. "Thank you... We will all begin our search for Sherlock and John once everyone recovers well enough. Do you have anything of assistance that I could borrow from you? Medications, any sort of... Healing charms I could use when you are unavailable?"

⇛★★★ ✪ He Who ⌘ Scratches At Life ✪ ★★★⇚