The Holy Order Roleplay

[Valkyrie Gauge]

Eliza held a pen and paper in hand, jotting down a letter to her mom regarding Angelus's death. She wasn't sure how Clare would take it, but halfway through she sighed quite bored with it. Knowing her mom, she'd have had sources to find out regardless of whether she sent the notice out. Still the aura from that battle still lingered in her mind, though gone now.
The navitas approached the gate, having slipped out earlier to try and find something to catch her interest and turn it away from more depressing circumstance when she saw Night coming from it," Hey! What brought you here?" She pocketed the page and pen, running over.

[Zetsubo-Chan]

Night's eyes slowly shifted to catch Elizabeth. "Oh nothing. Nothing important anyways." He looked off to the side for a bit. "Must be going now, wouldn't to offend anybody." He chuckled slightly. "Where are you off to? Me, Probably just out to see if anything else interesting happens." He looked back to the woman and smiled. "I must be bothering you. Not everyday that a complete stranger just stops and talks to you about nothing." He brought his hand to the back of his head. "I must be going important things and what not." And with that he attempted to leave, the strange man becoming stranger every second, as if he had to comment on everything that was going on around him.

[Valkyrie Gauge]

"I was coming back to the Order. I stick around here, but I got bored so I snuck out," The girl said, looking from the gate back to him as he left. "For the record, I'm always looking for something interesting to happen!"

[Ser James Thatcher]

Meanwhile, standing on top of the tower was a youth no older than thirteen years. He was clad in simple, yet still somehow fanciful garb of blue, white, and gold. His eyes closed, he stood with two objects in front of himself - one, a staff, which seemed to simply stand on its own before him. The second, a book, hovering in the air, with a faint blue glow encompassing it.

What he was concentrating so hard on was anyone's guess.

[Unlimited Lunar Chosen]

Leucian had since excused himself from Miriam's company, returning to the tower that was the Order of the Scroll. Somewhere near the apex, his apprentice was likely still practicing magic. The boy was an apt enough pupil, but in many ways he was still just a child. It wouldn't take Leucian long to reach the top of the tower. As the Archmage it was his right and privilege to know all the secrets passages and shortcuts of the Scroll, and even at that he was much quicker than the average human being. He did not speak when he arrived at the top, instead watching his student focus his thoughts. He resisted the urge to help in whatever he was doing, and even considered causing a dissonant flow of mana to cross through the field the boy was drawing from in order to make things more difficult. For now though, he simply watched.

[Ser James Thatcher]

There would be peace and quiet for a moment still; However, after a long moment had passed from Leucian's arrival, something finally happened. A flood of light splashed forth from the floating book, striking the apex of his staff; This light travelled downwards in complex circuitboard patterns down the staff to the rooftop... Where it began to weave a mystic circle, a pattern with scripture and symbolism.

The time spent concentrating had probably been him mentally engraving this circle, so that it would keep its shape when he tried to create it.

To those versed in Angelic and Draconic, the words seemed to be a pastiche of both, a cry 'to the north' for aid. The symbols visible were the Sword, the Cloud, and the Sun. All the circle was waiting for was an infusion of mana to activate it.

It looked like William was still trying to master his favored spell. The circle was a great deal cleaner this time, at least.

[Lyra Lillith-Palatine]

Lyra pushed herself up, turning to face the tower, and began running towards it. Rain splashed from her clothing as she kicked up even more water, heavy footfalls splashing through the small puddles forming between the flagstones, and then she leapt down from the wall, landing in the grounds before darting towards the tower entrance.

Quickly entering, she slammed the door behind her to hide from the rain, and entered the main room on the ground floor, brushing off some of the moisture that had beaded on her coat, while she approached the first item.

They looked like innocent objects, like anything else that could be found lying around the tower, and most were this too, but by manipulating them in the right order you could open the archives.

Within moments the flagstones of the floor were sliding open to form a spiral staircase, allowing the girl to quickly slip down them and disappear, before they closed behind her.

[Alisa Zolner]

In the meantime, Alisa was settled in the office at the Barracks of the Sword, her own personal little sector. Something she'd been familiar with even before she'd come to the Order, for she'd been a knight for a little longer than most people should have had to be. She was hunched over her desk, taking care of paperwork and various requests, deciding what needed to be done and what needed to be put on the backburner for the moment.

It said something about her that doing work helped her to stay calm and relax.

[Nathaniel Palatine]

Nathaniel was within the training grounds, between the barracks of the Sword and Seeker, having decided to do something to take out his frustrations, he had set up some target dummies to vent.

His two colts were completely emptied, the thing's heads and part of their torsos now virtually non-existant, he held up the guns, slides now locked backwards, with the spent casings pooled around his feet. He slammed the pistols back into their holsters as they were, and reached for his cross slayer.

Hefting the weapon up to rest with its shorter end facing towards the last, untouched, target, he pivoted the handle and pulled the trigger. There was the sudden sound of rushing gas, before within a split second this gas was ignited, resulting in a fwump sound as the brass rod left the tube mounted just above the flamethrower's nozzle, and the rod shot towards the target.

As it impacted the casing, which was cracking right now, was thrown outwards, shredding parts of the dummy, before barely milliseconds later the igniting fuel began to virtually vaporize the target.

Dropping the cross on it's "foot", he slid open the panel and began adjusting the inner workings of the fuel rod gun.

[Alisa Zolner]

THOOM. Oh boy, did she ever hear that. Her ears perked up and she moved out of her office, and towards the window overlooking the training grounds. She soon saw that man out there on the training grounds, artillery-monger though he was. And here she'd though there was something going on.

She stepped out of the barracks, deciding to take up Nathaniel's example. If she spent too long behind a desk, she'd get rusty.

[Nathaniel Palatine]

Reaching in he grasped a small lever, pulling it back with a mechanical crank, and then letting it swing back in, before turning a relief valve, allowing some gas out with a hiss as he adjusted the amount that was fed behind the rods.

He was oblivious to her exit, to enthralled in his adjustments.

[Alisa Zolner]

"Hope that thing's engineering is decent!" Came her greeting, followed by a heavy kick to the cross that the half-demon was adjusting. The canine couldn't help but let a smirk on her face as she tested her colleague and rival's mettle. "... But at this rate I'm more concerned with the fact that you didn't hear me coming."

[Unlimited Lunar Chosen]

Leucian looked on quietly, and made his decision. With a twitch of his fingers, he began to mold the mana of the world around them into a stream that was in direct dissonance with the spell that his apprentice was weaving. He left it flow outward, spiraling around William's spell and crossing important lines of power. He would find it suddenly hard to concentrate on his spell, and the weaving of the spell would grow intensely more difficult. It would be like trying to draw with a pen that constantly pushed in the opposite direction from where you wanted your hand to go, or trying to open a door someone was holding closed on the other side. Leucian said nothing still, only watched.

[Nathaniel Palatine]

Nathaniel's muscles tensed to counterbalance the kick as it came, meaning it only dipped in his arms a little before he righted it again, he'd heard her, just right now he didn't care. With a crack he snapped the hatch shut again, then finally turning to the woman, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sure its maker would love to hear you questioning her work, last time I met her she cracked her brother's skull with this."

He reached up, flipping a lock of crimson hair aside as he looked away.

"Maybe I just didn't want to hear anyone."

[Ser James Thatcher]

Feeling a sudden... Counterweight on his mind, William's left eyebrow twitched faintly and he clenched his teeth. The circle suddenly began to take a scratchy, jagged quality - what was left of it to create, in any case... And when his irritation reached its peak, his hold on his energies slipped.

The circle at his feet took on a stronger glow, twice as luminescent, and then a whirling, metallic whining noise became audible, from a distance, breaking the boy out of whatever thoughts had been passing through his mind.

"Crap."

And here came a very ominous-looking silver rain... That was almost comically-focused on the boy himself.