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Sabrewolf123 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 12:09 am
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✤Fleur DeValentine✤
I am the Princess of Madness
And in the end, all will kneel before me
"Hide??" Asked Fleur angrily. "Listen you glorified furball, if you want to throw yourself at Saint Clara and try to kill her with your dog breath, then go right ahead. But I'M not going to throw my life away on some pointless suicide mission. That's far from hiding in a hole I think." She looked over at the rusty airship as it landed near them. "Oh...lovely," she said sarcastically.
Miles nodded when Luce told him about the stretchers and unhooked himself from the IV, laying Noira down on the ground gently before going into the craft and bringing back a stretcher. He placed it on the ground and moved Noira on it before standing up again. He looked over at Mercy. "Hey....I saw how you helped us out...and saved Noira," he told her. "Thank you." He gave her a soft smile before looking back down at Noira. "Could you please help me move her onto the craft? And please, come with us. You shouldn't stay up here by yourself." Fleur glanced over at Miles. "Miley, we don't need a new puppy honey," she told him as if speaking to a little boy. "Miles." "Whatever." "I'm not saying make her a Blackwing, but we should at least give her a ride back down to town. We owe her that much, don't you think, Fleur?" Fleur turned fully to look at him before looking over at Mercy and slowly walking towards her. "No, I don't "think" Miles. I know. I know that she tried to kill us, multiple times. I know that she is weak-minded enough to go scampering around fulfilling Saint Clara's every whim even after Saint Clara betrayed her and all her little Machinist friends. I know that she is a pathetic little human who wants to play with the grown-ups." She now stood over Mercy, hands on her hips. In her final form Fleur was a little over six feet tall and she looked down at Mercy with disdain. "I know we should end her -" "Fleur, please," Miles cut in, walking up next to her. "We've proven our point, both to Mercy and Saint Clara: The Blackwings aren't to be trifled with. Any more is just overdoing it, wouldn't you agree?" Fleur narrowed her eyes and sighed. "I suppose it's always nice to have another witness to our victory." She turned away from the two of them and walked over to where Luce was. "Are we done then? Let us take our wounded and be gone from this wasteland." Meanwhile, Miles looked back at Mercy. "I know there's a lot of bad blood, but you must have joined The Machinists for a reason. And whatever that reason was, I think you know now that you won't find what you're looking for there. But that doesn't mean it's over. There are many good people out there who are willing to help you, if you let them. You just need to let go of whatever's holding you back from asking."
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 7:32 am
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Luce  Mercy Grace  Luce ended up walking onto the ship with Vincent on her back. Mercy's gaze shifted up to Miles as he approached her and thanked her for helping Noira. She looked at the ground and only shrugged in reply. Then Fleur butted in, she didn't even look at her her and just focused on trying to keep pressure on her injury. She gritted her teeth slightly at some of the insults though but didn't say anything still. Mercy didn't flinch as Fleur hovered over her and talked about ending her. That was when her gaze shifted up at Fleur, a stoic yet tired expression on her face. She knew she couldn't fight back now. Not in her condition. Part of her was surprisingly fine with dying now. Mercy was tired. In more ways than one. She didn't know what to do now that she was officially "disowned" by Saint Clara. Her gaze shifted to Miles as he managed to get Fleur to change her mind. "Wow she is full of herself..." she thought. Luce stepped back out of the aircraft after putting Vincent on one of the mini beds located in it. She looked at Fleur as she addressed taking the injured. "What do you think I'm doing?" she muttered to herself as she walked over to get Chilia, a stretcher in hand. As Miles focused on talking to Mercy again, her gaze shifted to the ground once more, almost like she was ashamed. Of what was unclear at the moment. She was silent for a few moments before managing to get up and walk over to where Noira was. She stared down at her for a moment longer before looking up at Miles then away "Okay... Let's go," was all she said in reply. ---After everyone was aboard the aircraft, it quickly took the injured team back to the village they originally arrived in. During the trip, Luce did her best to continue helping those that were critically injured, specifically Noira and Vincent due to them being unconscious. After a long 30 minute ride, they landed at the inn Luce lived at and the first person to greet them was Katerina, the inn keeper as well as some other staff members. Apparently the inn was also treated as the village’s hospital as well and was well equipped with medical tech. Immediately, all those that were injured were taken and treated as best as they could be treated. At Katerina’s request, everyone in the team would have to stay for a couple days in order to recoup as well as to await the results of Noira’s blood transfusion. For a whole day, Noira’s condition fluctuated constantly, especially when she first received the new blood. Now she was hooked up to an IV and it was just a waiting game to see if her body would fully take the new blood and if she would wake up. It was night time now. It had been for a couple of hours…  wake…….Noira was… dreaming? She wasn’t sure. It was kind of like when she had first been injected with black blood. She was there but at the same time, not there. And she was floating in a mass of black. She was having issues recalling what happened and where she was. It was kind of hard to think in general. She died? No. Maybe? How though? She had that black blood. What happened to being able to take down everyone that did her wrong in the past? Was that all over now? Where was Saint Clara? There was something she remembered about Saint Clara… Wake up…Something that lead to her being where she was now. What though? What about the others? Someone called out to her before she ended up here, where were they? Were they okay? These questions just kept circling around Noira before stopping. She was surrounded by silence for a long time before those process happened all over again. Eventually she felt herself becoming more and more annoyed. A part of her, a quiet part, wanted this to stop. Wake up.The black mass slowly began rising away from here. It was unnoticeable at first but finally, it caught her attention. Where was it going? Like a warm blanket, she wanted to grab onto it again and just go back to sleep or whatever she was doing before but she couldn’t. It just kept rising further and further until the blackness was surrounded by a really bright and annoying white space that surrounded her. Wake up! Noira’s eyes snapped open and she sat upright rather fast. Her breaths were hard. Finally her thoughts cleared up. Where was she? Noira glanced around, eyes adjusting to the dark room though starlight from outside illuminated it just a little. She was in a hospital gown and there were some monitors near her so a hospital? Eventually, her memories began coming back as she recalled what happened before everything went black. Her… blood was gone? How the hell was she alive right now? She felt blood pounding in her ears as her heart beat picked up due to sheer anxiety and stress as she thought things over. She no longer felt that extreme power in her veins… so what was there? Noira quickly bit her thumb rather hard and waited. Blood beaded at the injury and she managed to shift in her bed slightly so she could see it better in the starlight. Red. Noira blinked a few times, her heart still pounding. She clenched her fingers, checked again. Still red. She put her finger in her mouth then, licking the blood once she finally realized that that injury wasn’t going to heal itself. Her thoughts were a rush. What was she even feeling right now? Relief? Panic? Fear? Anger? It was so much at once. Noira began having trouble breathing. She needed to get outside. Breath some fresh air or something. She felt like death right now so that could help in more ways than one. Noira managed to get herself out of bed, though she had a wobbly start. She grabbed the IV stand and took it with her. Since it was hooked up to her, she probably still needed it. Noira reached for the door and stopped for a moment. Where was she? Was she safe? Noira frowned then. Screw that. What about the others? Were they safe? After she went out, did Saint Clara brutally murder them all? Noira gripped the door handle tightly and opened it, she winced as light filled her room, blinked a few times, then looked around. Empty hall. Noira stepped out with her IV, shutting the door behind her before quietly making her way down the hall. She looked around some more, a hint of relief going through her as this really didn’t look like a place that belonged to the Machinists. Eventually she managed to find the exit and stepped outside onto one of the inn’s porches. She looked out to the view of the mountains and a sky illuminated by stars. The cool breeze calmed her down a bit more but her head was still buzzing with thoughts. What did she do now? That was the big question and implied more than just one thing.
((so over 24 hours have gone by since the team got back to the village. it is up to you guys to decide what your characters have done in that time and what their current status is.)) |
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The Reticent Harlequin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 11:26 am
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l[ Name: Vincent Hope]|[ Grimoire: Equipped]|
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While Noira had only just woken up, Vincent, who had been near death's door, as well, had already been awake. The boy was seen sitting in his room with his upper torso, bandaged and wrapped, patches over his many wounds and several stitches all over his body. Despite looking like he had been through hell and back, Vincent showed little to no pain. However, his eyes told a different story. The boy had become frustrated. He was angry and upset with himself. After all this time, after training for so long and acquiring all this power, he was nothing more than an nuisance in that battle. He couldn't do anything to protect Noira or the others. Being taken down so easily and being so useless in such a crucial battle, it pained him heavily. Sitting back in the bed, Vincent glanced out of the window and observed the clouds, "What the hell have I been doing all this time?" he asked himself. "What good is this power, if I can't even protect the people I care about." Having suffered nothing but defeat, after defeat, after defeat, since going off on his own, the stress and anger were getting to him, yet again. He found himself thinking about what Kain and Mirai would have done, how they could have been of much better use. He understood that no matter how much he trained, how much he studied, he would never close that gap and yesterday proved that to him. As he was thinking about this, Vincent would notice something out of the corner of his eye. Sitting back up and looking closely out the window, he saw a black-haired woman standing on one of the porches. "Noira!" he shouted as he was about to hop out of the bed, but stopped. He had no right to call her name or see her. He failed to protect her, he couldn't be of any use to her. Sighing once more, Vincent calmed himself and laid back down, "I can't go on like this. Something has to change."
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 12:04 pm
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Sabrewolf123 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 9:42 pm
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✤Fleur DeValentine✤
I am the Princess of Madness
And in the end, all will kneel before me
Fleur was outside looking at the stars herself when Noira walked out, taking in the cool night air. She turned when she heard Noira and sensed her wavelength. It was different now. Weaker, but still definitely Noira. "Oh? What's this?" She asked as she slowly walked up to Noira, stretching her wings slightly. "Welcome back to the land of the living. Looks like I lost the bet." Of everyone, Fleur was probably the least injured as Chilia had taken the brunt of the assault with her massive strength and stamina. That wasn't to say that Fleur hadn't suffered severe injuries, but she had been up and walking around before the others were. Her arms were partially wrapped in bandages and she was still clearly tired but the rest of her injuries were hidden underneath her clothing. "So Miss Noira, it looks like you're in a bit of a pickle. Your black blood is stolen and Saint Clara is now running around with it. You should be grateful that we didn't just let her finish you off. But I think it's safe to say all your grand plans have come to a crashing halt until you can resolve this little crisis."
Meanwhile, Miles was outside as well though he was a further distance away meditating. It was what he did to help clear his head. Though as soon as Noira awoke Miles became aware of her change in wavelength and rushed back to the Inn. "Noira!" He called as he ran up to her, a look of relief in his eyes. "Oh, it's the new guy. Sorry to tell you this but you definitely joined at the wrong.........time?" Fleur paused in surprise as Miles rushed past her and up to Noira, taking her in his arms. "You're okay! Thank God. Noira, I was so worried about you. We brought you back to the Inn after you passed out. Saint Clara disappeared and we haven't seen her since. How are you feeling? Has your black blood returned?" He looked down at her with a smile as he talked, clearly just glad to see her again. Meanwhile Fleur watched the encounter with wide eyes. As far as she had been told Miles was just a random new recruit. Not someone Noira knew. Especially not personally. "Er....what?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 10:05 pm
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Luce Mercy Grace Noira continued standing there quietly, taking a few deep breaths and hoping the cool night air would help her out a bit. Eventually she felt herself begin to calm down slightly. That quickly stopped when she heard Fleur. Noira's gaze shifted over to Fleur and immediately she would notice that there was something different about Noira appearance wise. Her eyes were no longer black but instead a light blue color. This was most likely due to her body being drained from the black blood and replaced. Surprisingly, relief was seen in her eyes as Noira saw Fleur, glad at least one member was okay. And from how Fleur was talking, it didn't seem like they did suffer any casualties. She kept a blank expression on her face though Fleur became the reminder that she was in a bit of a rut at the moment. Her gaze shifted to the mountains again "Thanks for the update..." Noira said, her voice was quiet and she made a face as it sounded a little slurred due to being out this whole time without actually drinking water. Noira cleared her throat then and looked like she was about to say something else when she froze and then quickly glanced over at Miles as he called to her. She froze once again as he quickly approached her and hugged her before her muscles relaxed and she hugged him back. Right away, she felt the blur of thoughts that were rushing through her head die down and she began feeling much calmer. Hearing Miles' questions, Noira looked up at him "I'm... alright. I've felt better but I'm alright," she replied. She paused for a moment, trying to sense if she did have any black blood in her. Maybe it was miraculously there and her mind was just playing tricks on her earlier. She didn't feel anything for a few moments then a small rush was felt. Noira's attention went to her right arm. On her wrist was a black ring like mark. "I... Well I have some... Not a lot though. My blood is red now," she replied, her gaze shifting up to Miles then. At that point, she didn't really seem to care that Fleur was there and was most likely piecing together her relation with Miles. She had to find out at some point.
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The Reticent Harlequin Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 10:52 am
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Vincent continued staring out the window, observing as Fleur and Miles approached Noira. Judging from how Miles had been acting, it was easy for Vincent to discover that he and Noira were in some kind of relationship. With one last look, Vincent would sigh and close the curtains to the window. "...." he said nothing as he got up off the bed and carefully put on his clothes. Moving around was painful and the blood soaked bandages didn't help either. Placing his jacket over his shoulders, Vincent began to walk out of the room, albeit a little slow. Making his way into the large hall, Vincent would prop himself up against the walls, with his hand and slowly walk towards the back exit. Vincent had, had enough. He had enough of being beaten, of being near death, of not being able to do anything. He was tired of being weak and a hindrance. It was obvious that his training wasn't good enough, he wasn't good enough.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 2:20 pm
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Sabrewolf123 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 9:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 6:01 am
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Luce Mercy Grace While Vincent was slowly making his way through the hall, he would hear a voice behind him. “Wow you look like crap…” Mercy stood there, in a t-shirt and shorts that the inn had leant her due to her other outfit being dirty… and a bit bloody from her wound. She refused to wear a hospital gown, apparently. After they arrived to the inn, Mercy had received stitches and had to be hooked up to an IV due to the blood she had lost from the knick Clara had given her. Other than that, she was in pretty good shape, just sore plus she had to be careful with her stitched up abdomen. Mercy crossed her arms as she stared at him, a frown on her face but it was softer compared to her normal frown. “I’m all for sneaking off into the shadows but if you would like to take my advice at least once, don’t do it when you are still clearly bleeding all over the place,” she told him. Noira didn't say anything in response to not being able to use black blood in battle. She didn't want to think about that. As Miles apologized, Noira frowned slightly up at him "It isn't your fault... I knew the risks of going out into Death City rather frequently like that. I knew there was a chance Saint Clara was going to catch on eventually. I... wanted to be with you though. And I didn't want to drag you far off somewhere just so we could meet or take you to my territory which wouldn't be safe either," she explained. She glanced to the side for a moment then after admitting she wanted to spend time with Miles like that. "So don't apologize..."Noira paused a moment longer before suddenly glancing over at Fleur who still seemed pretty surprised by what was going on "Are all of you okay? Vincent and Scratch too?" she asked, she had recalled Vincent had been pretty beat up before she went unconscious and she hadn't seen Scratch yet.
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The Reticent Harlequin Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 12:31 pm
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l[ Name: Vincent Hope]|[ Grimoire: Equipped]|
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Just as he neared the exit, Vincent would hear a familiar voice. With a slight smile on his face, Vincent stopped and turned around as Mercy stood behind him. "I feel like crap." he stated. As Mercy went on to, advise him not to leave, while still bleeding and injured. Vincent knew that she was right, hell it was painful just standing up and he could feel his wounds slowly starting to reopen, but that wasn't much of a problem to him, with his magic recovering, in another day or so, he could restore his body back to normal. "I'll be just fine, my magic, once it's back, will be all that I'll need. Me aside, what about you? What are you going to do now?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 2:37 pm
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Sabrewolf123 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 6:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 7:04 pm
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Luce Mercy Grace Mercy rolled her eyes as Vincent said he would be fine. "Alright... and while you are waiting for that magic to come back, you are gonna be bleeding out the rest of the time. Sounds good," she said. Mercy paused then as he asked what she would do. She thought for a moment before shrugging "Well unlike you, I am pacing myself. Once this wound gets a bit better, I may just travel around for a bit... clear my head or something... maybe..." she stopped and just shrugged again. She obviously wasn't so sure what to do now. The life she had lived for a while now ended up being a lie. She wasn't sure if it would be a safe idea to go back to the remaining Machinists or what. Hearing Miles, Noira opened her mouth to say something but stopped and just glanced at the ground, stepping back slightly once they were done hugging. "I got it. I can't do much right now. We can't do much right now. Thanks for reminding me," she said to Chilia, sounding annoyed. Who could blame her though? She had suffered a humiliating defeat and the power she had had for so long was ripped away from her. On top of that she had been kidnapped and risked the lived of her team members as well as someone she loved dearly. She grimaced at the ground as she stood there while feeling self loathing well up inside of her. After hearing Fleur's take on how Scratch and Vincent were doing, Noira quickly looked at the mark on her hand, focusing hard on trying to feel the energy from whatever black blood was still in her. She could feel whatever she had left as well as the blood Scratch had given her. Maybe since she still had some black blood, she could bring Scratch back and he would be alright... for the most part. Her thought process was cut short as she heard Fleur complaining about her not knowing about Miles and then proceeding to insult him. Anger bubbled up in her but she didn't say anything. Instead, she shot Fleur a really good glower, her now piercing blue eyes digging into her before her focus went to the mark on her arm again. She began concentrating, trying to call forth whatever blood was in her, hoping to get Scratch back. He was a huge asset to her. Not just that, but she also considered him a good companion to have. A friend even if you took out how he and Noira became acquainted. This was also a test to see if the remaining black blood would listen to her at all.
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The Reticent Harlequin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 7:15 pm
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