"Ice... hunger... cold... frozen... eat... crack... break..." Hearing Professor Anderson speak like that sent a chill down Azura's spine, unrelated to all the ice dust being used, or Cecil's semblance. One thing was certain in all this chaos. If she managed to survive, she would never be able to look at the Professor the same way again. Azura took the brief reprieve in the assault to check on Cecil. Perhaps check was the wrong word. To look for some sign that he was confident they would get out of this. To look for reassurance. Their eyes met briefly, Azura reached her hand out to Cecil as he reached out towards her. Together they could survive this. "blood... warmth... heat... meat... fire... burn... get out... burn... GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Professor Anderson shrieked, ad Azura's eyes snapped forward, to witness the horror unfolding before her. Their Professor tore through the barricade with frightening ease, showering DARK with shards of ice. Out of reflex, Azura moved her arms to protect her face, while her aura protected her from the damage.
When she lowered them, what she saw was truly horrifying. Much more frightening than any Grimm. Arm blazing, teeth exposed, and no sense of humanity left in her eyes, Professor Anderson looked like a creature out of a horror movie. Except this wasn't a horror movie. This was really happening. Could Azura bring herself to fight their professor in earnest? Could Cecil and Adam? She had a death grip on Crimson Regret and prepared to activate her semblance. Only, the professor wasn't attacking. She was looking towards the other end of the bridge. Something small and flesh-coloured came flying towards the Professor, who swallowed the object in one bite. Azura didn't even what to think about what it was she had just witnessed their Professor eat. They had to-
A Deathstalker stinger slammed into the bridge, narrowly missing them all. She quickly moved back to get clear of the strikes that would follow. The screeches of ravagers filled the sky. And then something scooped her up from behind. "Cecil!" She could feel the pressure as her aura pushed back against the claw attempting to cut her in half. She wasn't sure how long it would hold out "I'm coming Azura!" Somehow she heard Cecil over the chaos happening all around. Hearing his voice, she was a lot calmer than she had any right to be. Or maybe she was too shocked to be afraid. Help came from a most unexpected place. She had no idea what happened in the intervening time, but a familiar enraged voice managed to catch her attention. "Damned ... BUG... GETTING IN MY WAY. I'LL KILL YOU. I'LL EAT YOU." She had no idea how Professor Anderson to end up holding onto the Deathstalker tail. "Professor Anderson! You came to save me!" As if to prove Azura's misguided assumption, the Professors anchor came flying towards the claw. She only hoped it was enough to free her. And that Cecil was there to catch her if the professor did manage to free her. Somehow through it all, she had managed to hold onto Crimson Regret, saving it from the rolling lava below, but the weapon wasn't well suited to her current situation. Her bag with the raw dust was out of reach. Being held in a claw wasn't a stable environment to get a clean shot off, yet Azura brought the weapon to her shoulder. The scope was no good at this close range, but she did her best to line up the shot. Best case, she would hit the arm of the deathstalker, and the ice dust would weaken the limb enough to break free. If she missed and hit the wall, the resulting ice should at least stem the tide of ravagers flooding the cave. Then again if the Deathstalker suddenly jerked its arm at the wrong second, who knew what she would hit.
Semblance: 0/(5/4/3) Cooldown: 0/4 Backpack: First Aid Kit, Survival Kit (water & protein bars(one week worth), paracord, flashlight, gas mask, thermal blanket) extra flashlight, batteries, ice rounds(5), Ice raw dust (1).
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No one could have expected the mission to go so badly, so quickly. Nor could they have guessed that so many students would have to be evacuated for medical attention before the real danger even began. Not even Asger had foreseen such an outcome, and he was more perceptive than most. He always seemed prepared for the worst, and even the most unlikely, scenarios. The bird was quick and resourceful. He always had a plan, and a back up plan for that plan. He always was always ready, always prepared, and he used his logic to find solutions to even the most complicated problems. The cave-in had taken him by surprise. The boy was caught completely off-guard. Be it a cruel twist if fate or simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time, the scarlet haired hunter didn't even have time to react. He'd been taken out before that big brain of his could even begin to think of a solution. He could remember the panic that ensnared his chest, causing his heart to leap forward frantically as the very earth quivered beneath their feet. He remembered desperately searching the dark distant chamber for even the slightest glimpse of pink locks before glancing back over his shoulder in attempt to find his sister. He remembered knowing exactly what was going to happen, but mother nature was a cruel mistress and she dealt her hand quickly and without mercy. As the ground beneath him shuddered, a deafening crack sounded over head. A large slab of rock broke of from the ceiling and came crashing towards them. Spreading massive black wings, there was a large gusty of wind as he gave a desperate flap in a feeble escape attempt. There wasn't enough time, he'd been too distracted with the welfare of a certain dragon and his beloved sister to have gotten himself to safety. The slab came slammed violently into his back, cracking sickeningly against his wings. The force of the collision was enough to shatter stone. The bird was smashed harshly into the ground, smacking his forehead harshly against the rock floor as the shards came raining down around him, tearing through delicate flesh. Crimson fluid seeped from a wide gash on his head, oozed and spurted from the slices that littered his body. The world around him spun, a blur of fuzzy shapes and colors. Darkness was creeping around the edges, threatening to consume him entirely. He fought against it, clung to conciousness with every fiber of strength he had left within him. He remembered hearing a panicked shout, but his mind was too clouded to decipher the words. Sleep was calling to him, singing its sweet song of temptation like a siren out at sea. It was out of his hands now. Despite his valiant efforts, the black spots dancing in front of his eyes were growing larger, merging together until that's all there was. Black.
He wove in and out of conciousness after that. It was like he was floating on a dark ocean, watching the events unfold around from him from far away, bobbing in and out of the waters. In and out of conciousness. He caught flashes of color between spells of black. Jumbled pieces of conversation he could never quite make sense of before his ears rang with silence once more. There was a glimpse of pink. The shrill rise of hysterics in a familiar voice. Someone was shouting his name, over and over again, growing more desperate and frantic with each attempt to gain his attention. He tried to call out, to assure her he was okay. He would be fine, he just needed to rest his eyes for a while. He was tired. None of those words made it out of his own mind. Rather a mumbled jumble of incoherent gibberish would pass breathless through bloodied lips as sapphire orbs fluttered briefly. The boy was transported out of the cave with a hysterical dragon who growled and gnashed teeth at anyone who came to close. She refused to let anyone touch him, nearly taking the hand off one of the members of the evac team. It wasn't until they were secured outside the cave, protected by nothing but measly fabric of a medical tent that had been set up to treat the injured that she finally, though reluctantly, allowed a medical team near him. "I know you're frightened, but he's losing a lot of blood. If you don't let us help him, he might not wake up at all." Unfortunately the bet and most revered medics were otherwise dispatched. Hence why the students were asked to participate in such a dangerous mission to begin with. The military was running out of hands, and thus desperate. Tried and true methods would have to suffice for Asger. Rubbing alcohol, stitches, gauze, and eventually his good old aura to speed up the process. Only so much could be done about his wings, especiallywith limited supplies and no fancy semblances to fix it. The doctor did his best to make sure the bones were set properly before securing the massive feathered extremities with a rather ridiculous amount of gauze and tape for support.
It was hard to say how much time had passed. Minutes? Hours? Eventually the bird began to stir, forehead wrinkling and arched brows pinching together. Eyelids would flutter, long lashes brushing against high cheek bones. He would blink, squinting against the light as his eyes adjusted. The pink blur before him would slowly come into focus, gaze locking on cyan orbs. The anxiety written across her features was cause for immediate concern. It sent his mind dealing frantically backwards in a failed attempt to recollect the event that had taken place down in the cave. He had a mess of of hazy memories and emotions to sort through, but before he could even attempt to sort his thought back in order, sapphire hues caught sight of the blood. Massive stains of crimson smeared across her face, clinging to pale strands of hair, splashed down her front. The boy bolted up right so fast it caused the flimsy cot he was placed on to rock beneath his weight. "Eve?" He'd croak, just the one word, or rather her name, but his eyes were swimming with countless questions. One hand would reach up to rest gently upon her other. The other would pat the pocket he'd hidden her explosive round in earlier. Visible relief would flash across his face as he felt its bulk beneath his fingers, a small breath passing through his lips. He loved Eve dearly, but he couldn't put it past her. It wouldn't be the first time she nearly committed mass murder, even if this time it wasn't entirely intentional. He doubted it would be the last either. "Eve, are you okay?" He'd question, blue gaze scanning her for injuries. His own head was throbbing defiantly, his entire body aching as if he'd been hit by a freight train. The worst of it was the tenderness of his wings, every movement, ever breath, sent a spasm of pure agony through his body. "What happened? Is Danae okay?" His voice would take on an edge of panic as his mind landed on his younger sister.
► Last Night 【 Mood ≡ Uncertain 】 【 With ≡ Snow White, Adam and Eve 】 【 Semblance - Passive ≡ Memory Count 3/6 】 【 Finger Bang ≡ Right [100/100] | Left [100/100] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 0 | 57 】 【 out. of. confusion. ≡ 】
XXX"After all, not only were they a team, they were twins. That meant something now more than ever." Well that was a freakin' lie, wasn't it? Felix was changing slowly, for better or worse. Once in the past, he wouldn't hesitate the follow the lead of his little sister. After all, she always knew best, right? Instilled with her memory, her inspiration, whatever path she chose to follow, he'd happily follow along. They were a team, they were twins, it was natural. Right? To follow along every step of the way, never hesitate. To reflect on her own thoughts and experiences as his own. But... Had that been what their relationship really amounted to? At merely her touch, her suggestion, his own thoughts and distress amalgamated with her own. He always became her in those moments, always stepped further away from himself. Was that truly right? Was that what he wanted to do, or just what she wanted him to do? But... They were happy thoughts. She was trying to calm him, guide him down the right path. If it wasn't for her, her thoughts, and her memories, he'd lose it all. He'd lose control, and someone would lose their life. ... Right? 'Think for yourself, Felix. Not for anyone else.' It was that voice in his head again, the voice of a former life. A part of him that knew far more than he or anyone else could comprehend. The very same who left him a series of messages that day. Memories forgotten, suggestions for the future, and warnings to heed. This was one of many that sat idly in his skull, waiting to ricochet when the time was right. Was it now this moment? To listen to himself, and not the flood of calming thoughts that urged him to go forward with her.. That's what they always did to calm him down, to get him to listen to reason. They'd use his gift against him, to instill their thoughts and emotions deep inside his cranium and drown out all the rest. He never doubted it was for a good cause, but how good was the cause if he felt himself slipping away each and every time? With every new experience or rekindled memory, he felt his smile sagging lower, his heart drowning deeper into an abyss. That memory of him, the one who knew everything, he could feel himself becoming more and more like him. ... Something that his shadow was trying to prevent, by rekindling forgotten experiences in any way possible.
So he stopped in his tracks. Where moments ago he had helped Ora to her feet, letting her lead the way, he would feel his knees buckle. Finely woven, mesh gloved fingers would slip from Ora's fingertips, dropping to the horned boy's side. Umber hues were discouraged, confused and uncertain. Slowly, hesitantly, he'd draw in a deep breath before letting a reluctant sigh escape his lips. "I can't, sis. I'm sorry. I gotta make sure she's okay. I'll try comin' back if I can, I just... Can't, you know?" He wouldn't wait around any longer, either. Turning on his heel, the horned boy would pass a dismissing wave towards his sister and the others... Something to note, though, was the curl of his lips. He always smiled, he always had some sort of smirk, whether happy or devious. Even now, but, this one was different. It felt off as if it just didn't fit his cheeks. It was sagging as if it was heavy. It was strained, distressed, and not quite the Felix everyone knew. And, well.. Was he really the same Felix after everything that had happened lately? Constantly on edge, constantly spacing out. Thoughts running rampant, memories a horrific amalgamation that tried to comprehend reality around him. The horned boy never talked about his problems, his woes, but it was slowly becoming more apparent. It always became clear, but just a little too late to do anything about it.
So... The horned boy followed the rest of the evacuation out of the cavern. It was a little harder this time around since he and Zylah didn't exactly take the safe way down. What remained of student staff helped the boy get ensnared in a series of ropes, being awfully meticulous to ensure they didn't accidentally graze his skin or horns. Once he was securely strapped in, he would be hoisted upwards, just as everyone else was. Even if it was slow, his arrival to the mouth of the cavern was timed accordingly with medics working to transport Zylah to another stretcher. In a series of frantic motions, Felix tried desperately to untangle himself from the death-like net trap he now found himself in. He never expected the ropes to put up such a fight, and it seemed the more he struggled, the worse off he was. It wasn't until a familiar face had rounded the corner with a knife, cutting each coil free until the horned faunus fell flat on his face. It seemed that neither Felix nor this familiar face knew just who he had helped, and who helped him. In a silly display of flails and rolls, Felix found himself pulled to his feet by none other than the man whose wrist he... Well, tried to crush. Immediately the man gulped, clearly disheartened and afraid of Felix as he took a step back. "No, no! It's okay, really! Look, I'm uh, sorry for back there... I've got a bit of a temper, but, I'm better, I promise. I just want to help, really. So... What can I do?" Felix explained and asked, rather guiltily while visible scratching beneath his horn. The last person he expected to come face to face was the very person he threatened, but... Well, he at least seemed understanding. The medic itched at his cheek for a moment, then coughed, as if buying time to process, to think. "We're binding her to the stretcher. She needs to get her arm in a splint, and her vitals checked. You've got the muscle, so you can help carry her to the tent. After that... Well.. Just let us do our job, okay? Keep yourself cool-headed, we'll check you out in a bit too. Right now we've got our hands full. Some... Derranged pinkette came crawling out of the cave with a bird faunus just before you, trying to bite anyone that came near them. I'm pretty sure his wings are broken, and she was missing an arm. .. Well, she was missing a lot. We're going to have our hands full for a bit, so we may need to rely on you to keep an eye on her. To tell us if anything changes, you hear?" It was clear that this was way more than the medic actually signed up for. If you could even call him a medic. He looked like a student, like most of them were. The only reason he was in the cave was to try and evacuate endangered students. Both of which just so happened to have a dangerously overprotective partner that, if unreasoned with, may have caused more injuries themselves. "Move the stretcher, keep a level head, and babysit. I gotcha, boss." Felix assured with confidence, wanting to make himself useful in any way possible for Zylah. In the duration of their conversation, Zylah had been safely secured, giving Felix his opportunity to carry her to the tent. From there, well, there wasn't a whole lot he could do. He wasn't medical savvy in the slightest. So instead, he watched in genuine curiosity as both the medic he was talking to and others prepped Zylah and got her into bed. .. Why was it with her, he seemed to find himself in hospital situations more often than not? They didn't even bother him that much, anymore. Was that because he was getting used to them, or because of neither Cali or Zylah cared? Whatever the cause, he didn't mind. He instead would continue to watch as they tended to her arm, not knowing until now just how much damage the rock had done to her. .. It was hard to watch, especially ridden with a sense of responsibility, feeling it was his own recklessness with her that caused it to begin with. He'd continue to watch, even if reluctantly until she was patched away and stable. Then, the medic would move on to the next patient, as much as he dreaded it. That left the two alone for the moment.
.. And now all he could do was sit. Sit and wait. Carefully, he'd tip his chair to lean against her bed, propping his chin up with a curled fist. Umber hues remained fixed on the strangely frail-looking girl, though she was anything but. She was perhaps the most durable, battle capable and obnoxious girl he'd met in his short life. In fact, he was half expecting her to shoot straight up in her bed, erupt in a series of questions before even registering the pain in her arm. It seemed just like her, just like the very first time she woke up from the last mess. ... Why did it seem they were always meant to meet like this, him sitting by her bedside. Sitting, waiting. Except for this time... He didn't have anything to say. No fun stories, larger than life tales, or recaps of everything she had missed. No, his mind was elsewhere, surprisingly. It was odd, really. Now that he made his choice, now that he was ready to act, he found himself more conflicted. One might think that taking a step towards independence and deciding for yourself would grant a sense of liberty. A sensation of freedom, of relief, knowing the world was still in his control. Yet that wasn't where his mind went. Not at all. It was the doubt, the uncertainty, it twisted like a scaley serpent within his chest. Slithering to ensnare each and every organ; the stomach, the lungs, the heart. It coiled tighter and tighter around his ribs, as if trying to crush the very life out of him. His decision, his thoughts, they carried far more weight than he could've anticipated. The wretched feeling that, even if just for a moment, he thought Ora was trying to bury him away with her own memories. He knew she was just trying to calm him down, to help him, yet... He didn't feel here nor there on the topic, just a twisted sense of displeasure. Then... What if he didn't make the right choice? What if he wasn't meant to be here, sitting by Zylah's side? She was in good hands, better than anything he could've done. .. In fact, he's already proven once that he's more likely to hurt her than help her. There wasn't a single thing he was doing for her by being here, by sitting by her side, was there? When she woke up, she was going to ask why he didn't stay with them. Why he didn't go on, why didn't he help? The very questions he was bombarding himself with. What if everyone else was in trouble, what if they needed him? ... Had he made the right choice, turning back for her? Was he going to regret it? Only time would tell, and perhaps only Zylah's boisterous personality could save him from this slew of negativity. Save him from himself, just like she had time and time again. There was a distant look in his eyes, a pang of sadness, of otherness. Umber orbs continued to stare down at her, as if longing to see the beautiful mix of vibrant cerulean and soft wisp white, a medley of the sky to match his earthen tones.
Team SHAA
Alysian Virago
Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 12:12 pm
Shocked. That's what he was. She destroyed that wall of ice impressively easy. He could smell her smoldering flesh from the distance. Witnesses her skin burning away as she continued her hunt. "This woman is something else!" he thought. If it weren't for the situation he'd be awestruck at Anderson's destructive force. He felt the itch he hasn't felt in a while. He wanted to fight her. Badly. But, he pushed that down. He had to focus on the task at hand: Getting outta there. BOOM! A loud explosion cried through the area. Instinctively, Adam turned his head to see a familiar golden stinger before it retracts. "No. Freakin. Way" he mouthed. Immediately, the area was swarmed with a myriad of Ravagers. Murphy's Law at its finest. Suddenly, the Deathstalkers stinger began to stab blindly in a fit. Adam had a small sense of relief as it barely missed Cecil, though barely noticeable since he was shielding his eyes from the debris. The creature's roar shook the inner volcano from behind the wall just before making its unwelcome entrance. The Ravagers, seemingly in a frenzy of their on, bumped into walls, students and the Deathstalker as some fell into a molten demise. Good. The less the merrier. Debris rained from the Deathstalker's entrance with Adam narrowly evading them. "Gah!" he exclaimed as three Ravager claws sliced him across the chest tearing his clothes. He grunts as he grabs one flying to close to him, throws it to the ground and crushes it beneath his heel as if putting out a cigarette. Just with more extreme prejudice. Looking around in a frenzy, he nearly forgot about Anderson! He wildly scanned the area looking for her before witnessing something horrible. Azura was trapped in the pincer of the Deathstalker. And Anderson was heading straight for her. So it seemed. Luckily, the Grimms stinger prevented Anderson from her goal. Looking closer, through the swarm of Ravagers, he could see The Grimm trying to crush Azura, but was being prevented by the rubble clogging its grip. "Gotta think! Gotta think!" he said. Why didn't he have a semblance or a weapon for range?! Why wasn't he prepared! His friend is about to die and there's nothing he can do! His thoughts began to quickly downspiral. Damn that! Now's not the time to kick yourself. He looked at the debris around him and had a thought. CRACK! A gunshot rang through the air. The smoke rising from the barrel of Crimson Regret. He visually lined up the barrel to it's target. The joint! The arm joint to the pincer! He pulled Nice from its holster and carefully aims, to avoid Azura, at the Grimm's eyes Hoping it would raise it's arms in defense a bit to give him a better shot. Adam's plan was quickly dashed. Anderson was going to take care of the bug with her anchor, but her attack is leaving Azura vulnerable. "Screw it! Azura! When it let's go lodge your scythe in the wall! Use it as a foothold and we'll get you!" he shouted to her. Adam being outclassed as a ranged fighter did what he could anyway. Being stronger than the average man, he picked up a hefty rock. A result from the Deathstalker's entrance. He got into position, exhale and threw with all his might making the rock soar, practically screaming, towards the joint of the Grimms arm. Over and over he'd do this until it let go of her. If Anderson didn't get her out he would.
Vance kept his guard up, as he watch the battle to his right with the one of his fellow students and the odd robot. He still had no idea what was going on and part of him wondered how this day could possibly get worse. As if the thought caused the event, the boy heard of what could be described as the flapping of...Wings? The cause of the the sound flew in, as he had to curse because this day just continued to get even worse. They were Ravagers, at least that was what they looked like in Vance's book and they started to fill the top layer of this odd structure. Four of these creatures broke off from the pack and began their attack on him, trying to slash at any part of his body. Luckly, the man's sword had already unsheathed and the swipes he did, made the creatures redirect their flight paths. Heck, he actually got on with a slash as it turned to dust, the first Grimm that he had ever gotten. This gave Vance some new found confidence to continue to fight and protect the girl that he was with, at least until she somehow woke up from the ash made coma she was in.
His attention shifted as he heard the call of his name by Lunia, and watched her through the ice as she ran out of the dark field. She was worried about the boy, but he could still fight, as long as he could breathe, he would try and help anyway he could. He somehow hit another flag as he heard the sound of something land next to him, and before he could see what it was, smoke started to coat the area. Vance was grateful he had his mask on, but know he was unable to see anything with the smoke pouring out into both areas connected to the small chamber. In his confused state, he could hear that the bat like creatures were still trying to attack him, wondering if they could see in the smoke. The boy had to trust in his ears, instead of his eyes, for this and somehow he heard another one of the bats burst in dust. There were two left that were still targeting him and more that were flooding the rooms, but he wasn't thinking about him. "Lunia! We are fine. I might have an idea to deal with these creatures. Just focus on the person you were fighting." Vance said to his captain as he wanted her to focus on her opponent as they could be plotting an attack from behind. Meanwhile, he would feel in his bag for the cartage he needed, and through muscle memory, he loaded it into his brush.
「 🄽🄰🅁🅇 🄷🄴🄻🄻🄷🄾🅁🄽🅂 」 "Revenge is a confession of pain" ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■
Narx had already committed his hammer attack on the robot, which was distracted, but his blade was only following behind. Before the hammer fell, Narx felt a sharp sting slice his sword arm. His one good eye flicked over to see Ghost with a blade. He hadn't heard the approach, but now his sword was flying through the air as his hand opened with the pain of the attack which slashed a nice deep cut into his forearm. And then he felt the hammer hit. It was thrown off by Ghost's counter-play, but it landed a dent into the robot's side. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to do much. The robot was huge and heavy, and anything less than a full hit merely would shove it back a few feet and dent it. Narx pulled the hammer in to stick a landing, but before he could slow the momentum he saw it; the atlassian bot unleashed some wind dust. The blast tossed Narx back like a tornado. Spinning around until his butt hit the ground hard. He felt his whole body scooting several feet on the ground.
The boy from behind him was gone. And then the robot shortly after. Narx just sat there breathing heavily for a moment, but there was no time to rest. Ravagers were sucked into the vacuum that the wind dust made and suddenly he felt their tiny claws all over his body. Ripping at his shirt and pants with ferocious tenacity. His hammer was completely useless against Ravagers, and punches did little to abate their attacks. He needed his sword. He held his arm up over his face to prevent their attacks. His aura kicking in to deflect the ravager's talons "Where is it?!" he yelled frustrated as he blindly searched for his blade. Eventually he stumbled upon its hilt."Got you!" Once he lifted his blade it was all over for the ravagers. A swift slice to his upper left. 1 ravagersliced clean in half. Another swing down. Two more dead. He made quick work of the ravagers until he could finally see the others.
"What a mess..."He breathed. The scene before him was that of pure chaos. The ground was rumbling beneath their feet. A throng of ravagers spewing into the area with reckless abandon... It was what one would imagine hell to look like. He couldn't see his lovely feathered girlfriend, nor half the students for that matter. The clanging of weapons and shouts echoed off the metal walls of the decontamination room and beyond."We need to get to safety..." Was the only thing he could think. The villains were booking it out of here. This place was probably about to blow up if anything he had watched on TV was even remotely true. Narx rushed towards the lab door and popped his head inside. No bombs. No ticking devices. This is it. Where they needed take refuge. Narx turned around to the craziness behind and started to shout. "GET INSIDE! GET INSIDE NOW! HURRY!"The fight with the villains was a lost cause. They already had what they came for. Grimm were now pouring in. They needed to get into the safety of the lab. Narx sliced stray ravagers that would try and make it past him. He needed to keep the lab clear. He was searching for Danaë, but still could not see her from his location. The ground quaked again. The creaking of metal bending filled the antechamber and decontamination room with a ominous feeling. A thick smoke erupted in the middle of the fight. Adding to the uncertainty of the situation. Narx continued to shout to be a beacon for his allies. Maybe they could make it still.
[ë -- ꓄ꃅꍟ ꉓꋪꍏꅏ꒒ꀤꈤ (Narx's Hammer)
■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ "Treat all fairly and some will seek revenge yet"- The Fang
[Scene: The interior of a volcano, cylindrical cavern, along one edge is a series of uneven cliffs by which metal scaffolding has been erected to form a series of small bridges. It looks very makeshift, some edges with railing, and others without. At the end a large and advanced looking metal door with a vault-like appearance stands connected to the wall.
The vault-like door is extremely thick and durable. It has definitely been here longer than the bridges that lead up to it. Two dead bodies, female students, lie just before it. The cliff edge before the door is a decent sized rocky platform that extends 40 feet out and 60 feet wide roughly. Giving plenty of space. Inside is a decontamination room. Solid metal walls. Very durable. Shower heads up high, a drain in the center of the floor, and beyond that a small antechamber leading to the lab. A single elongated window (extremely strong/volcanic resistant), and a thick metal door with a wheel-lock device to secure it.
Dark fumes waft up from the bubbling lava below. The air is caustic and anyone not wearing a gas mask will suffer from dizziness, and pass out within a matter of a few posts and die within 12.]
▬ OUTER LABORATORY REGION ▬
The horrendous situation didn't seem like it could get any worse, but there was so sign of it slowing down. Those in front of the lab would feel a chill burst of wind followed by an explosion of ice shards after the hard-light wall was shattered. Metallic creaking of the decontamination walls reverberated out into the open air with the sound of a thousand ravagers that were now full on attacking and clawing at any part of the body left exposed. Student's shouts echoed off the walls as the clanging of weapons heightened.
Vance, Ora, and Lena ▬ Nine ravagers swarm to Vance [You can roll a 1d7 to see how many you can kill per post]. Ripping at his clothes with rage-filled vengeance. Lena was able to successfully protect Ora from the greedy talons though.
A smoke bomb erupted in the middle of the decontamination room. Filling the area with a thick cloud of smoke that would soon smother Vance and Ora's existence. The Ravagers would be confused by this, but as their sight was aided by their screeching they didn't seem to let off for too long.
Lunia ▬ The smoke screen behind her would grow as the remaining edges of what used to be a great ice wall melted off.
▬ BRIDGE REGION ▬
Charlotte ▬ Charlotte's move would be the last straw. The ice bridge would shatter. Massive chunks of ice falling to the roiling lava below. The second the ice hit a screaming sound of sublimation would hit their ears. This would send the ravagers into an even more intense frenzy. Dozens of them would be smacking into students and the cavern walls and falling to the ground... Or into the lava itself. Their screams adding to the already dreadful cacophony. The sizzling hot steam would rise up into the air. Making it incredibly muggy and unpleasant.
Stones toppled from up above the bridge area with more force than before. Smashing themselves and exploding like tiny grenades. The dust filling the air combined with the hot, and now muggy air, would make the students feel like they were choking on mud if they stayed there for too long.
Azura, Rachel, Cecil, & Adam ▬ Azura was in the claw of the grimm which swiped wildly in all directions in panic. This cause Azura's shot to hit at a bad angle. Ice flying through the air with a small chunk of the grimm's shell, if it had hit, it certainly would have caused major damage, but that was not the case this time. Adam's rocks were smacking against the claw with force, but this merely aggravated the Deathstalker. Causing it to move its claw away from them. Then, Azura was over the edge of what used to be the ice bridge, and in the next moment, she was not... Azura would feel light. She was falling. The beast had let go of her after Rachel jumped on its tail and begun her attacks. She wasn't over land, but the open air. Steam hitting her skin like acid. The burning sensation was intense, but wasn't powerful enough to cause any sort of permanent damage. Fortunately Cecil was there. He would be able to reach out to her and make contact.
The beast howled with pain from Rachel's attacks. One side of its legs collapsing under itself. Tipping its large carapace dangerously onto the small portion of land's edge. Rocks tumbling off the side as steam continued to rise up.
▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ Ghost smiled as his plan worked, his slice causing the man to lose the grip on his sword entirely. While he failed to prevent him from hitting the machine at all, he had at least lessened the mans attack. The machine, despite the heavy looking hit, survived and had a trick of its own...blasting the man far away from them from what Ghost could only guess was dust. It seemed dust was the best way to counter the student who was far stronger than expected. Despite the relative ease of their encounter, had they been lacking dust, it would've been a much more drawn out brawl for sure. And Ghost was not about to let this chance for them go to waste. With their primary annoyance dealt with, that just left a run through his fog cloud now. He didn't know exactly what Akuryo was up to, but he hoped he was managing to keep them all distracted still. The man's semblance was perfect for taking on multiple opponents , and was the best suited to this mission. He would peer into the room again, seeing now a tinier figure running with a ravager on her along with the unconscious student...and it seemed the boy was trying to defend the unconscious student from ravagers. 'Perfect, they are distracted.' He thought to himself, switching stances from running though. Instead, he would adopt a stealthier method yet swift in its own regards, traversing the smoke while staying away from those who could spot him. Part way through, however, he found not every student was as swarmed as the others. 'Ah, compassion.' He thought to himself as he saw the blue haired girl locked in a duel with Akuryo. Instinctively, his eyes would glow as he tried to read her to give his ally an edge...or in case he needed it. It would take a bit to pick apart what he was seeing, so he just waited for his chance to move as another thought crossed his mind. It was an interesting fight, though Akuryo gained the upper hand...and sent her flying back into the room and on the ground.
Ghost saw his opening to leave...but hesitated. She was the one who had shown him compassion earlier, the only one to care about "his" dead team... '...' It took only a few seconds of thought before he reached to his pack...and pulled out the cyan canister and a small piece of paper. Quickly moving to the prone girl, she would see his glowing violet eyes and a neutral expression on his face. "Consider this thanks for Darius' team. I hope our paths do not cross again." He would simply say, crouching down as he shoved the cyan canister (and a crumped note) into her arms as she lay prone, before rising and moving away swiftly through the fog and out of sight. And, at the same moment, he would learn she was both intelligent and had a high well of energy. Interesting yet useful things to know...should their paths ever cross again. As he would pass the smoke and back into the open, he would turn to call to his companions. "We got what we needed. Don't waste any more time on them, we need to leave now!" He would call to them, voice still that of Darius. He did recalled the fire dust they had scattered over the lab...but he trusted his robotic associate to have destroyed any leftover files anyway. That destruction/ assurance was no longer needed, especially if the students were planning to use it as a safe haven of sort. While Ghost did enjoy combat and chaos...these people were still only kids. So he would stick to the mission of retrieve and leave. They had no further quarrel or objective with the students regardless.
His eyes would travel to the bridge...or what was left of it. It was even less existing than earlier, and had apparently been coated with ice. It seemed there were still students there as well, now trying to deal with the chaos of a bridge falling beneath them. But that was something they would have to deal with as well if they intended to escape themselves. For now, his eyes would be scanning for paths to cross the area as well. While he had his grapple...he still needed to pick a path. And not all his associates would be as good as traversing the terrain as himself. "If any of you have any gravity dust, now is the time to use it."He would say, waiting a moment in case they did, before he would wrap an arm around Akuryo to secure him...and fire his grapple at one part of the ruined scaffold bridge that seemed stable. Testing it to make sure it was secure...before running off the cliff edge and swinging with his grapple line/ retracting it to that point. He would have to do this maybe one or two more times to get to the other side. And he would try to do so...though with rocks falling and a muggy, suffocating air, beginning to thicken...one of his dust canisters, the yellow one, would fall free from a stray rock hitting it and fall to the lava below. While a loss, it was not one Ghost could afford to care about for the time being as he needed to move fast. His aura would deflect a few of the smaller ones, and staying near the wall as he used his grapple, he would try to avoid the bigger of the rocks by using the wall to help dodge/ move out of the way of them. The ravagers screams, the exploding rocks, the steam burning his skin...all of it screamed to get out of there fast. Which he hoped the remaining students would do so as well. With luck, he may make it to the other side by his next post. And, if he had gravity dust aiding him, he would make it all the quicker. Especially if the robot on that side could aid them in anyway. ☽☾☽☾ Post count: 50? ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC: Escape. If I need to change anything or it doesnt work, please let me know and I shall fix it.
Equipment: Green sword in his right hand, flare gun, small backpack (1 raw fire dust, 4 fire bullets, paracord, gas mask worn, space blankets, 3 colored canisters) and a hand lantern. 2 Smoke bomb? 2 canisters (attached to sides of bag).
Anyone who had come face to face with Zylah knew she was a tiny ball of relentless, enthusiastic energy. Anyone who really knew the petite huntress knew that behind that soft, bubbly exterior, she was a force of brute strength. In many ways, she was like a wrecking ball controlled by a mischievous child just looking for her next bit of fun. She was reckless, and it wasn't unlike her to quite literally throw herself face first into unfavorable odds. Be it resourcefulness or an unyielding sense of luck, the girl almost always came out victories, albeit beaten and bruised from her trials. It would have come as no surprise that the girl would leap towards a tumbling boulder, nearly twice her size. Even less surprising if it was to protect someone she cared about. Felix had taken care of the first rock as if it were nothing more than a baseball, his own hands the the bat. The second came before he had time to prepare, and besides, it was her moment to shine. "Don't be a hero, magicman! It's my turn in the spotlight." With an uncanny sense of balance, Zy would climb to her feet with ease, standing atop his shoulders as simply as if she were standing on solid ground. In one fluid motion, she would vault herself from her perch with enough force to send her flying upwards, and Felix flying backwards. Debris flew past her, the shards tearing through the delicate flesh of her arms and face, ricocheting off her armor to clatter upon the ground. However, this girl soaring through the air like an expert acrobat hardly felt it. She had enacted her semblance, bright crimson aura radiating around her. She was stronger, faster, and numbed to the pain. There was no time to reach for her weapon, but even if there had been, even her hefty claymore would have been little good against this massive force of earth. She was improvising, but that was what she was best at. She'd been improvising her entire life, living in the moment and making up every step up as she went along. Even as she hurtled towards the boulder, there wasn't the slightest bit of concern on her face. Rather mismatched hues were brimming with determination while an exhilarated grin twisted the corners of her mouth. For a moment, it would seem everything was going according to plan, albeit a spontaneous and rather rash plan. Zylah collided with the boulder, slamming her shoulder and him hard against its jagged surface with a force that would surely cause any normal person to cry out in pain. Zy was no normal person, and these were not normal circumstances. Her semblance blocked out the majority of the pain. She may not have the capacity to shatter the rock like Fleix, but she successfully redirected its momentum, sending it crashing into an empty corner of the cave. A victorious giggle would burst through her lips, hands coming to rest on her hips. Surely some teasingly cocky retort was hanging on her tongue... but her celebration came a moment too soon. "ZY!" She heard him shout. She heard the panicked desperation in his voice, but it was too late. Her heroically reckless actions had put her directly in the path of another falling rock. She hadn't seen it until it was practically upon her. It sideswiped the small girl like a rogue truck. It crashed into the side of her body, slamming her to the ground. A sickening crunch would echo through the cave as it crushed the entirety of her arm and shoulder. A wave of agony washed over her, so immense that not even her semblance could bring her any solace. She was drowning in the excruciating pain of it. it was dizzying, nauseating. Her vision blurred while black spots danced in front of her eyes. A sharp cry pierced her eyes, and it took her several moments to realize it was her own anguished yelp. Her own heartbeat was pounding against her eardrums, drowning out the chaos around her. The world was flashing in and out of focus. Darkness was calling her. She tried to fight against it, but she didn't have the energy and mismatched hues slowly fluttered shut.
Thanks to a certain demon faunus, the massive boulder was lifted off of her. She could feel the release of pressure, but the agony was multiplied tenfold. Pain. That's all there was. It was all she was. Every cell ignited, burning, marching through her like a never ending parade of torment. It sent her reeling backwards. The entire left side of her body was bruised, pale skin stained black and blue. Her arm was mangled, contorted and twisted on ways limbs weren't meant to bend. It was smeared with scarlet, a sharp white end poking through delicate flesh. Blood oozed around it, dripping onto the stone floor. "Why, why... Why'd you have to go back to sleep already? We just got you out of there, now..." His voice pricked her ears. That same familiar voice, but it was different somehow. It was tainted, void of that carefree luster she was so used to. He sounded so near. Tiny fingers of her undamaged fingers would twitch as she attempted to reach for him, but it was such a tiny movement it would go unnoticed. "She's gonna be okay, right? You can fix her arm? She can't swing that sword of hers without it, or keep getting snappy with me... Is there anything else wrong? She didn't hit her head, so why is she napping? She hates naps, so why isn't she waking up?" It was so unsettling to hear him sound this way. So full of desperation, with an edge of anger. It was so unlike the magicman she was used to. She'd only seen him like this once before and she'd had to bring him back from the brink of a calamity sized meltdown. She tried to call out to him, to reassure him but all that made it through her lips was a soft groan. I'm not napping, silly boy. I just needed to rest my eyes. Just for a minute. She was so worried for him... she so desperately wanted to consul him, but he was slipping further and further away from her. It was like trying to cup water in your hands, as hard as she tried, it just kept dripping through her fingers. Reality was drifting away, the world around her slowly falling as blackness consumed her.
"Zylah! Zylah please. Stop!" His voice rang out in the darkness, piercing the silence as violent as a blade pierced flesh. Running blindly through the blackness, a gaze of blue and white would search desperate for him. She could just barely discern the silhouettes of three people in the distance. The closer she drew to them, the more details become clear. Familiar brown locks, horns spiraling from beneath their chestnut lengths. Deep umber orbs, wide with a toxic mix of fear and confusion. A glint of silver at his throat. Her blood ran cold as she realized it was a knife. Following the blade to the hilt, clasped tightly by a tiny hand, her gaze would follow the length of a slim arm to another familiar face. Her heart plummeted, coming to rest somewhere in her navel. It caused her to stop dead in her tracks. Bile rose in the back of her throat as her eyes came to rest upon her own face. Recognizable and yet completely unfamiliar all the same. It was like looking into the mirror at your reflection, knowing it was you, and yet not recognizing yourself. Maybe it was the slack expression on her face, or the blankness of her eyes. A complete empty shell of herself. Her movements were sharp, robotic, lack of her usual teasing flares and playful flourishes. It didn't take her long to realize why. She didn't have to look to know who was looming behind her. A familiar sense of unease was rising in her gut. That same dread that always followed his path. She didn't have to look to picture his face, to see flesh and metal colliding in away that made her skin crawl. More machine than man. "Zy, please?" He begged, pleaded with the doll taking her place. How did he not see the man behind her, pulling her strings and pushing her buttons like a puppet master. Did he really think she was capable of this? Did he really believe she would ever hurt him? Perhaps she was capable of it once. Of maiming another person... Of taking a life... but not anymore. She had changed. He didn't control her anymore. "Felix, I'm here! I'm coming!" He couldn't hear her, couldn't see her. Umber hues never wavered from the husk before him. Once again she would push her feet forward, with every ounce of strength she could muster. She would push herself until her muscles burned, until each and every cell was on fire. It didn't matter how hard she pushed or how quickly her legs moved, she wasn't getting any closer. She was stuck moving in place, feet glued upon a treadmill, moving but not going anywhere. Helpless, as she was submitted to the terror of her deepest, darkest fears coming to life. "No! Please no!" Limbs would thrash fanatically to no avail. Heart thrumming desperately within her chest, wings brushing against her rib cage. Adrenaline and fear mixed together in her blood, racing through her veins. "No, no. No!" She had to get to him. She had to stop this. She had to save him. He was so scared, all alone. Feet were thudding rapidly against the ground, and still she was making no progress. In fact, it was like she was going in reverse. They were getting further and further away. It didn't stop her gaze from catching the slightest flick of a robotic hand. She watched herself, smile. An ugly, twisted grin, fuel of a cruelty she couldn't understand. "NO!" A pale hand moved like lightning, slashing a scarlet line across his throat. She might as well have plunged the blade into her own heart, for she felt herself shattering as the most horrific of images was burned into her eyes. The light was leaving his eyes and with it, her own heart was breaking. A numbing cold was wrapping around her, like someone had dumped a bucket of ice over her head. It made the tears that splashed against her cheeks all the hotter. Lava running over a glacier. All she wanted to do was look away, but she was frozen as place as she watched blood spurt from the gash on his neck. Blood splattered the robot-version of herself and a cold giggle bubbled from its lips.
"Felix!" The girl would bolt upright on the cot with enough force to cause it to rock beneath her tiny form. Eyes were wide, frantic. Pale cheeks were wet, splashed with tears that had slipped out of her dreams and into reality. A nearly hysterical sob would rock her tiny body. Breaths were quick, ragged. It didn't seem to matter how hard she inhaled, she couldn't seem to get enough oxygen. She was drowning, suffocating, still blind to the world around her. She couldn't get the images out of her mind. She was still lost to the trauma of her own mind. It was several moments later that mismatched hues would land on the dark haired boy sitting beside her. Relief would wash over her, slowing her frantic heart, if only slightly. There would be no warning as she threw herself at him, flinging herself across the cot and onto his lap, nearly knocking both him and his chair over. She seemed to have forgotten that her touch would broadcast every thought, feeling and memory to him. More so, forgetting that one of the arms she tried so desperately to grasp him was far past functional. The pain that surged through her was immense, but it was truly nothing compared tot he torment her own subconscious had put her through. "Ouch." The word was murmured half-heartedly into his neck. She seemed relatively unconcerned with her own injury, nearly ripping it from the bindings the doctors had so careful secured it with. Her broken arm was trapped between them, but that didn't stop her from hugging him fiercely with her good arm. Her grip was unyielding, as if she were afraid he might disappear if she let go. It took the girl several moments to calm herself enough to pull back, albeit just enough to let her look up into his face. It was only then that she caught the dark shadows swimming in pools of butterscotch. "Why so blue, magicman?" She'd question, despite the fact that it was her face stained with tears and not his. "Did you really miss me that much?" Her voice would take on a playful flare, a small, yet familiar smirk twitching at the corner of her lips. "Wait... where's everyone else?" Clearly her memories of the cave-in and a mission cut short, at least for some, hadn't quite returned to her.
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XXXIt had all gone so wrong, so quickly. "Where is he, where's my Adam?!" She would question in repetition, desperately calling those same words over and over again; as if a skipping needle on a record. Each time, her tone becoming more desperate as if begging to know. His presence lingered, the overwhelming scent of his blood stifling all other senses. His scent was something that she loved, that she cherished. Whenever she could smell him, be it his person or lingering presence, it was always warm. Welcoming. It was the one factor, that even in the most desperate times, that it was alright. It was a sign that she was home. .. Not in this circumstance, however. Not when it the scent of blood spilled in travesty, rather than her own playful antics. This smell was pungent, overwhelming, and most of all putrid to the pink dragon. All she could do was shamble desperately, clawing at the cracked earth and loose stone that lined the cave floor. On her right hand, fingers were coated with clotted dirt and blood, the coarse earth rubbing her fingertips until they were raw and bloodied. Her fingernails were cracked and chipped, the pale pink numbs beneath her nails fading to a deep bruised magenta. With each stroke of her left hand, a terrible screech like that of nails on a chalkboard. Each time, leaving scratches like a beast, only to be masked by the bloodied. All in an effort to find him, to ensure her Adam was safe. ...
... It reminded her of that dreaded day, the day that she lost it all when trying to save the one that mattered. Thinking she was smart, she was quick, that she learned from the smartest in all of Signal. But she was wrong, and it not only left its mark, but scars. They were scars of memory that have never truly healed, despite the closure she found just weeks prior to now. One that brought about her greatest fear and would continue to be. It was all so so familiar as if she was reminiscing in the disparity of it. Back then, it was she who talked a handful of students into going out on their own, to make their own mission to make their names known. The duo, in particular, were brimming with the utmost confidence and determination. Once she talked a good game up to Asger, they were certain that they could overcome any obstacle they came across. Yet, in a matter of moments, in just a few reckless actions and an inability to act, their entire lives fell to shambles. It was over, they had lost. Just like here, just like now. Eve had strayed too far away from everyone, just out of sight, acting just as careless as she did on that day. And now, well, it felt like the world was making her pay the price. Damn what anyone else had to say, damn how anyone else was! All that was on her mind was Asger, where he was, if he was okay, all while the thick scent of his blood taunted her. It made her stomach heave, her mind circling around that memory on repeat. Over and over again, from watching the beowolf rend his flesh with claws like daggers. Then, the emptiness that see. It was then she felt the most tremendous pain of all, one that caused her very world to shatter at her feet. An excruciating pain that numbed her, even as a bullet shattered her upper arm to a thousand pieces. The sensation of loss in all its absolution. Over and over, her mind cruelly replayed those memories as if in rhythm to her own thumping heart. Her breath had hastened, her heart thumming with no limit. Then, as if it was that very day, it all stopped in an instant. Eve stopped in her tracks, loose and messy cotton-candy locks falling over contrasting hues of cyan. Once brilliant and bright, now dulled and drowning as pools of tears filled, fearing the worst had come to be. She tried to breathe, but she choked, unable to fill her lungs with air. Her chest was too tight, ribs themselves felt as if they were contracting under the weight of a boulder, crushing the very life from her. But, it wasn't her that had felt that burden now, was it? It was there she saw it, a slew of dark feathers floating listlessly in a pool of crimson. Stones of all shapes and sizes, shattered from a great slab resting against his still body. It was.. "Asger..?" She whispered, speaking his name in a tone so meek and hesitant. Reddened tears trickling down her cheek, leaving two thin streaks of cream.
A cave that should have fallen silent would instead echo a blood-curdling shrill, a cry of anguish from a pink-haired faunus at the discovery of her beloved. What aggressive and frantic movements she already was in the midst of were increased tenfold, even using her bloodied stump of a leg to push herself forward. It was impossible to stand, to walk, but she pushed forward with everything she had as every dragged piece of skin was rubbed raw and bloody. Sharp pieces of stone would cut through her clothes, leaving thin red cuts across an assortment of delicate pale flesh. No one was helping her, everyone was caught up in their own agenda. Rachel saving Narx from being crushed beneath the weight of the world, and Danae saving them. Some horned gal and a remarkable look-alike lifting boulders and helping students, though the boy nearly ripped off another's arm in a sense of primal aggression. A state not unlike her own. Others were crowded with the robot, with Perry, and whatever else was going on. Yet, she was left dragging her mangled body across the cavern floor, until she finally found herself hunched over her beloved bird. Bloodied fingertips would weave and thread themselves with his own, clutching his hand tightly as she tried to pull him towards her. By now the rubble had been cleared off of him, his body on a stretcher. Leaving his wings brutally contorted as he basked in a lake of his own blood. "Asger, Asger! Say something, anything, Asger!" She pleaded with exasperated breaths, crimson tears trickling off her chin and into his hair. Never before had she displayed such a state of distress; so much sorrow and fear. It was when she spoke his true name that you'd know she was serious. Eve, normally a light-hearted devil that brought chaos and mayhem to everyday life. She was mischievous and sinister and every way, only ever doing what she wanted without hesitation. Everything was always a game, the pinkette always did whatever she wanted. So what if someone got hurt? So what if someone died? She never cared, she didn't care about anyone when she could do whatever she chose. At least, that's how it was with everyone else, except for him. He was the one and only exception to her rule, to her freedom. She'd lay down everything for him, she'd willingly die for him, but, what made him so special, so different? What caused this rambunctious and devious pinkette to turn over a new leaf for someone so... Unlike herself, that stood for everything she seemed to despise? It was a miracle is what it was, in every possible way. But, that didn't stop her true nature of aggression and violence, her willingness to spill blood and take a life in an instance. If anything, it acted as fuel to the kindling of hatred in her soul. She smelled the scent of a man that was NOT Asger approach her, causing a predatorial growl to rumble in her throat. "We need to get him on a stretcher, we need to get him out of here. You too, I'll tend to your leg and we can get you up to the surface." The questionable man reassured, trying to coax her off of Asger as he pulled back on her. Without hesitation, she'd try to swipe her claws at him, ready to rend the flesh from his bones for DARING to separate them. Her arm, however, was grabbed by a woman who immediately began to restrict her, pulling her off of Asger and binding her clawed arm behind her back. "Don't you f**king touch me! Asger! Asger wait!" Eve began to cry out, to scream as the black-feathered boy was lifted up by other students. Two of them passed her an apologetic look, before carting him away toward the repelling station. A glint of violent red shined in her eyes under the floodlights of the cave, as if slicing right through her own turquoise hues. Her veins were pulsing against her skin, her blood boiling in a bitter hatred as she found herself restrained. She could taste the toxic venom seeping from between her teeth, her teeth clenching tighter and tighter.
Did they really think they could get away with this, with taking him away from her? Not again! Did the world really think it could play her like a fiddle over and over again? Asger taught her to learn from her mistakes, a mistake that she would never make again. A wretched memory burned to the very walls of her mind, one that echoed like the wails of lost souls in the depths of her soul. A sensation of pain, of loss, a lack of purpose. Someone who had become her very reason for living, taken away when she let her guard down. It didn't matter what she had to endure, what she had to sacrifice, so long as it meant he would live another day. So long that it meant she could be by his side the next day. This wasn't like before when the Grimm cut him down where he stood, where the Grimm tore her to ribbons. She wasn't going to leave his side for even a moment, not after what happened last time. She knew with all her heart if she did, they'd find a way to separate them. That this could be the last time she ever saw him, and that very concept she feared far worse than death itself. These students made a grave mistake, whether they knew it or not. One had the nerve to use his own body as a barrier, the same one who tried to reassure her. He stepped between her and where Asger was going. Putting himself in her way while the other tried to keep her restrained, but she kept squirming a scowling beneath her. It was a mix of both her nimble and aggressive nature that turned these obstacles into stepping stools. First, the woman that tried to restrain her instead was met with a violent headbutt directly to her nose, tweaking it sideways while one of her horns left a gash in his cheek. It wasn't hard, given how much she's eaten in the last hour, letting them grow several inches. The woman would reel back, letting go of her before finding herself toppled over on her own back as Eve violently kicked her aside.
She was ready to move, ready to pounce without hesitation despite her condition. However, the moment she went to move her right arm forward, a series of illuminated threads would wrap around her hand, ensnaring her to the ground. "Please, stop! We're just trying to help you!" The boy exclaimed, holding his left hand up cautiously while his right palm pressed against the ground, creating the aura trap that bound her hand. Eve was ready to pounce at him without hesitation, but, she couldn't move so nimbly with her stump... She was bound by his grasp, and at his mercy. Trapped, like an animal... Which was exactly what her semblance was designed for. The pink dragon would scowl at the man, baring her teeth before turning her attention to her right arm. She'd rip the tubes that connected to her wrist from their sockets, wrapping them tightly around the midsection of her forearm before violently ripping her teeth into her own flesh. "What the hell are you doing?!" He'd shout, his thread like aura creeping along her skin as if trying to bind more than just her hand in place. She was relentless, though, and he wasn't fast enough. It felt like dozens of knives being plunged into her skin in a single moment. The unrelenting force of her jaw bearing down on her bones, cracking them beneath her might, segmenting several fractures. The process was as painful as it sounded, absolute agony. It was as if the jaws of a wild creature with a mouthful of razors snapped down on her arm, bearing down on her with the primal instinct to kill. It set every nerveending in her arm ablaze, writhing in agony as her own teeth skinned the flesh from her bones, pulling multiple fragments with it. A twisted, violent grin stretched across her bloodstained lips, her cyan hues wide as the pain burned every fiber of her being. With a violent pull, she'd rip her very arm away from what remained of her hand, tearing the stretched segment of flesh. The sight was gruesome and horrifying, all while being completely unnecessary and left the other student in complete shock. Next, she'd swing that same mangled arm towards him, using her own grotesque injury to splash crimson droplets in his eyes. It hurt, of course, causing her to grit her serrated teeth and hiss in agony, but when had that ever stopped her? With both of them debilitated, she'd waste no more time on them. Fueled by aura and a new dosage of gulped down flesh, the cells on her stubbed leg would rapidly continue the regeneration process. It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, the remaining cells would gather together to cause a surge of bone growth, her skin swelling uncomfortably until a new, discolored barefoot took its place. Now, she just had to get out of this hellhole, she had to get to Asger. Her newly grown foot with thump against the cave floor, taking her to the wall of stone she had to scale to get out... "Asger!" She'd scream at the top of her lungs, then begin the impossible effort of scaling the wall with a single hand and two feet.
.. From the depths of the cavern, following close behind the medics who were valiantly trying to transport Asger to safely, came their worst nightmare. A woman with vibrant pink hair and a murderous glint in her eyes. Blood was smeared across her face and in her hair, practically soaking the very fabric on her chest. Her face, itself, had been discolored from the recent growth of cells, still adapting to new life. Most prominently, however, was the mangled remains of her own right forearm. Flesh hung in ribbons, fragments of bones protruding from seeping flesh, lined with torn strands of muscle. But for what, though? For the sake of the discolored barefoot that was once a pulsating stump as cells tried their best to repair. It wasn't fast enough for her, however, Perry wasn't enough to bring it back. So she took matters into her own hands. Or rather, her hand into matters. She moved like a beast, running hunched over with all three limbs she could afford to use. This demonic woman who left a trail of blood in her wake was much faster than the medics. And whatever she was, it was too late for them. By the time one of them turned to look over his shoulder, the woman had tackled him to the ground, forcing the other medics to struggle before setting Asger on the outpost floor. "Get your hands off of him before I RIP it off!" The pinkette growled with a menacing red glint shimmering across cyan pools, radiating hate and bloodlust. Without hesitation, as if unhindered by the grotesque display that was her right arm. The medic she had tackled had his arm twisted behind his back, her teeth bared as their tips kissed the flesh of his wrist. She was ready to bite, she was ready to end him... Until the other medics stepped away, backing off from Asger. Without hesitation, without a second thought, she'd leap towards him and off the medic she had threatened. She had moved to take a stance over the bird faunus, as if trying to use her body as a shield for him. SHE would be the one that took him to the tent, SHE was the only one allowed to touch him. Every time one of the evac squad or a medic tried to come near, she'd bare her teeth and snarl like a beast, even lashing out with her clawed arm. .. It wasn't until they were in the sanctity of a hastely and poorly perched fabric of a medical tent that she was even willing to listen to rhyme or reason. One man in particular, the very same she had nearly ripped the throat out of, spoke out against her. All this aggression, all this lashing out in fear, it wasn't doing anything except hurting him. If they waited any longer, if they failed to act now, he wasn't going to wake up. Eve was hopelessly torn, shaken down to her very core about letting ANYONE touch him, in fear that they were like the same men who took him away. But... He was right. Asger wasn't like her, he didn't just need time to recover, he couldn't just sleep and be okay. He needed a doctor, he needed treatment, and that's because he was fragile. His mind was strong, but his body was weak and could only take so much, and.. She knew that he'd think the same, he'd want to rely on the knowledge of doctors to aid him, something he often encouraged her to do instead of acting so rashly and biting him or someone else. So... She'd agree, although reluctant, under one term. "IF you do something... if my Adam doesn't wake up, I won't hesitate next time." Her voice was cold and cruel, her cyan hues still baring that murderous glint as another drop of blood dripped from her chin.. Despite how injured she was, how she was painted head to toe with a crimson fluid, she had barely hurt anyone today. Feasting on a corpse and head butting a student. For Eve, that was a good day, but she was ready to make it far worse. HE agreed, though, if just for her sake. The medic seemed confident in his capabilities, despite the limited resources, and began taking matters into his own hands, as well as the medical team. .. Now all she could do was wait.
So... What had all that violence gotten her? A hefty scolding about how she couldn't smother him while he was lying there, resting, and recovering. If she acted at all as she did out at the cavern entrance, it not only risked endangering soldiers but Asger directly. She had to be careful with him, not to jostle or rile him up too much. It bore the risk of undoing the frugal, but effective efforts of the doctors present. It was a blessing at all that they let her stay with him, considering she not only raised a scene the very same doctor, but threatened to rip off his arm if he dared to lay a hand on her Asger. ... So what, it wasn't like it was her fault. He should've told her right from the start who he was, what he was doing. She wasn't being rash or unreasonable, she was just trying to protect her beloved! ... Then... Why did it leave her feeling so off, so distant? Did... Her acting that way really ride so high as a threat to Asger? Would she have really lost him if she didn't accept their help if there was no help to give? .. Did she, maybe, act irrationally in it all? In the moment, she didn't think so. Consumed by fear, panic, and confusion, she was trying to keep history from repeating itself. The last time he had gotten so hurt, the last time she let him out of her sight, she nearly lost him... That was reasonable, right? It was rational? While most of the team worked together to reset his bones and clean his injuries, another medic was tasked with cautiously wrapping her own injuries. .. To that medic's surprise, she got to witness the astonishing ability of her semblance, watching live as the cells worked rapidly to clot and repair the stub of her arm until it was ready to regrow. In reality, it led to more questions for her to answer than a valiable treatment, as all they really could or needed to do was wrap the wound to keep her from losing more blood. .. Yet doing that actually slowed the process down, since she couldn't drink her own blood to grow skin around the stump. But, she had agreed to adhere to the doctor's rules, letting them do what they needed. .. She also, though reluctantly, removed her claws and a majority of the heart of Eden. She was disarmed, except for the catheder in her chest, and left to wait in silence until the medical team was done with him, leaving her to wonder... Would he be able to fly again? The doctor said yes, of course, as long as he took the next couple of weeks easy and let his aura circulate properly. .. Yet, she couldn't help but worry... He promised her, after all, that he'd take her flying after the mission... What if he couldn't? What if he never could again?
She would remain right there no matter how long it took. Sitting, waiting, worrisome but curious cyan orbs watching Asger closely. Seconds ticked by, minutes, possibly even hours. It hadn't mattered to the distressed dragon, who's vibrant hues continued to trace the defining features of Asger's face. Between big and little alike, slit-like scabs from sharpened pebbles had contoured his cheekbones and jawline with an abrasive texture. Blood clotted stitched across the side of his head, leaving the girl to wonder how this overly anxious bird would brush his hair up without catching the stitches. Then, she saw them. Brilliant sapphire hues with a shimmer uncertainty, his expression drowning in a sea of confusion. The bird would jolt up in an instant, rocking the cot she leaned against beneath his weight, bringing an overjoyed smile to her lips as she felt the warmth of his hand against hers. She'd carefully separate her fingers, letting his own slip through the segments before curling with his. Without hesitation the pink-haired dragon would lean forward as she tucked the bloodied, bandaged off nub that was her forearm behind her back. Eve knew the feathered boy all too well, that he wouldn't question his own shattered wings if he knew she was hurt. "Am I Okay? When am I not okay? You're the one who had the audacity to get crushed by a boulder!" At first she seemed surprisingly stern, even her cyan orbs reflecting the intensity of her counter statement back on him. Yet, it was clear that she was holding her breath. There was something about gazing into those brilliant sapphire orbs that not only melted her heart but made it that much harder to keep a straight face. After a moment her nostrils would flare with a snort, before choking up with a fit of giggles. "Did I use that word right? Au-da-ci-ty?" There she was, back to the rhythm without hesitation. As she began her fit of giggles, she'd wave her bloodied, wrapped stub in front of her as if to clutch her chest. "But you know, sometimes you've just got to lend a hand." She retorted, cracking a stupid grin before erupting into a fit of laughter. It was nearly as endearing as it was ridiculous, but leave it to Eve to make light of a borderline tragedy. It seemed as if the girl was waiting solely for that moment, to turn their waking reunion into nothing but a joke, so much so that tears were welling in her eyes. ... Except, they weren't tears from a fit of laughter. No, they were as joyous as they were sorrowful, full of both worry and relief.
Without thinking, without hesitating, Eve would practically jump forward and wrap both arms around his neck. Emphasis on without thinking. Not only would the weight risk sending another jolt of anguish through his wings, but set the nerve endings in her stub ablaze. Eve would visibly wince, yet power through as she forced the brightest smile to her lips. How could she not? The pain was nothing to her, not when the greatest pain had been appeased when she saw those precious sapphires again. It was in her embrace that she'd lean even closer, gently pressing their foreheads together, nuzzling against him. This time, though, a little different, for Asger would feel the length of her horns caress the upper sides of his scalp. They were longer than before, sharp crimson tips poking through layered crimson locks near the back of his head. A smile hung on her lips, even if just barely. Of course he was worried about her, the little t**t. It was never just about her, but, she'd forgive him, and her... They were a package deal, after all. Maybe she shiould've paid more attention to her, maybe she should've tried to help them. But, c'est la vie. She hoo'd softly, as if mocking the idea of his sister. "Feathers, Feathers... She got a little ruffled, but that didn't stop her from saving Jaws and her Goat-smelling Adam from getting flattened." The pinkette would say, cocking a grin. Danae had started it, admittedly, by calling Narx her Adam. But some still wondered, what was with the whole goat concept? It was simple, really, and that was Eve's acute sense of smell. It was odd nonetheless, him being human. It was a smell that persisted no matter how much he bathed or how dirty he got. Danae smelled like an owl, Asger a falcon, and Narx a goat, for some reason. "I think they kept going, I didn't pay attention. I was trying to kill the medical team instead." She said with a bright, playful grin. The unfortunate thing was that she was telling the truth, and he knew that.
After a moment though, the smile that hung on her lips slipped to a sorrowful, worried frown. At the drop of a time, like always, Eve's mood shifted to something else entirely. Whether from stern to bubbly, from bubbly to aggressive, it was always a rollercoaster with her. This time, though, it was different. There was look about her, a pang of sadness that shone in turquoise hues. A soft breath escaped her lips, her pink lashes falling shut as she leaned against him. "Your wings were crooked, buried under rocks. ... There was so much blood, Asger. And none of it was mine.." It was a side of her that Asger only ever got to see, a side of her that was buried beneath unbridled aggression and a temperamental attitude. The part of her that was vulnerable and afraid, that showed somewhere in her twisted mind, she was capable of caring for someone other than herself. Caring for him. She was worried, she was scared. Even when the grimm nearly ripped him to shreds, she never saw so much blood. She never saw his wings bent so grotesquely out of place. "I was.. I was scared, Asger.."At least back then, she was sure if she hid him he would be okay. This time, however, it wasn't like that. This time, she wasn't sure what to do other than protect him. She didn't have a plan, she didn't have an idea of how to stitch him back together. She couldn't mend the broken, only herself, and that's why she was afraid... She had been nearly crushed alive and came out like it was nothing, but Asger... One smack to the head could do him in, one cut along the wrong vein could end his life, and he was crushed almost as badly as she was. He was knocked out in an instant, and she... She didn't help it at all, she only made it worse. "I didn't know if you were gunna wake up.."
Danaë would be up against the wall as much as she could be, blood dripping down her hand. She needed to get ready to fight a teacher. It was something that she didn't think she could do. It was something she knew she couldn't go alone.
Then the screeching of what sounded like bats, filled the air. A single claw would rake across her face. She grabbed a Night kiss from her side. She would slice the crowd of 5 that were attacking her. She caught 3 of them, causing them to become dust around her.
As the grimm bats danced in front of her face, she saw Rachel staring at her. Good. She had to save as many people as she could. That bridge was not going to hold. Then a Death stalker would attack team Dark. She had to wait to see if Rachel would bypass the Grimm to attack her. Thankfully, Rachel wanted the Grimm to move.
Than another turn went, and now there were 6 ravagers on her. She'd swat again, but it didn't stop them from scratching her body again. She would try and slip down from the wall, but they wouldn't let her. Damn it. Then she heard Narx's voice screaming for her. It was faint, she wanted to go towards him as well, however, she wasn't able to. Damn her inability to do anything.
Then she heard screaming again. Her eyes would widen. The bridge went down. She watched as people started to fall. She kicked off of the wall, flapping her wing arms. The Ravagers tore at her body. Even more blood would drip from her body. She had to keep moving, even though the air didn't like her wings. Once she was over the lava pit, she would dive, bringing her arms to the side as much as she could. She knew the lava could help her get lift back up, it had already done so for her earlier.
She would dive a little past Charlotte, and extend a foot towards her. SHe hadn't tried to carry anything heavy with her wing arms, and it wasn't time to try. "Grab onto my leg!" She would scream. The Ravagers around her would tear more into her skin, as one burned in the lava below.
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[[OOC: 131-36 Dust: 4 Steam 1 fire 1 Gravity.
First roll on d5 was a 1, first roll on d10 was 5. Second roll was 5, and 4. I got permission to go and help, but I have to take 30 damage]
Sapphire orbs would widen momentarily at Eve's words. Rarely was the excitable serious or stern. Even when she was throwing a fit, trying to get her way, it was never with strict words or reason. Rather it was with calamity sized tantrums worthy of only the most eccentric toddler. Which was exactly what Eve was most days. An over-sized toddler. "It's not like I intended to get crushed by a boulder. It's not exactly pleasant." He'd chide her, as if he were trying to remind her that not everyone made a habit of self-destruction. It was in fact a topic that Eve had to be reminded of quite frequently. The incident on the drop ship with the explosive round of dust was one of many. She often seemed to forget that not every healed as easily as she did and more so, the the majority of her crazed antics would kill just about anyone else. Serious tone would last for but a moment. He could see just how hard she was fighting ti keep it together. It could only last so long, being such a contrast to her true personality. She was a bag, bursting at the seems, and than just like that she snapped back to her usual bubbly nature. Nostrils would flare and the girl would burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Everything was right in the world once again. A small smile would tug at his lips as she laughed, questioning on whether she'd actually managed to remember a vocabulary lesson. It was fairly fitting, considering he had been the one to really teach her how to read. Wincing slightly as he reached up, the redhead would give her a soft pat on the head. "Yes, very good, Eve." The smile would falter and quickly fall from his lips as she revealed her bloodied stump. He nearly missed her terrible pun, eyes locking on the wound. He shouldn't have been surprised, considering the amount of blood she was covered in. In all honesty, he probably should have been relieved that it wasn't worse. That logic wouldn't keep the frown from tugging on his lips or his eyebrows from furrowing together. "What in Remnant did you do to yourself, Eve?" The boy sounded almost exasperated, considering the situation. However, he knew there was no real reason to be worried. A few more hours and Eve would have a hand grown anew, and that was just on the off chance that she refrained from biting anyone until then. Fresh blood and flesh would only speed up the process. "How many times must I ask you not to recklessly abandon logic and get yourself hurt like this?" It was another concept she never quite seemed to grasp. Why should she? What did it matter if you lost a limb or two if you could just grow them right back? Sighing softly the bird would shake his head, running fingers through crimson locks before he could remember the gash there or the stitches keeping it closed. Wincing again, a soft hiss of air would pass through his lips. "I'm just glad you're okay." He'd say with a soft sigh, dropping his freehand back to his side. His other remained intertwined with her own. Noting the tears welling up in bright teal hues, his expression would soften immediate. Reaching up again, fingers would gently caress her cheek for just a moment before falling back to the bed. It was a simple gesture, but from Asger, a boy who often shied away from touch, it moved mountains. "Don't cry, Evie." Voice had become soft and gentle, his tone akin to someone comforting a distressed child. "Everything worked out okay. That's all that matters right now."
Without hesitation, the dragon had launched herself from the chair and straight into his lap. The sudden jolt caused a wave of agony to wash over him. The entirety of his body ached dully, but his wings were practically on fire with even the slight movement. They throbbed relentlessly, the immensity of the pain causing the edges of his vision to darken for just a moment. The bird would simply close his eyes, biting down on his lower lip to prevent the groan that was threatening to escape. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. He remembered the last time he'd down that all to well, in an ironically similar situation. Taking a deep breath, as if he could exhale all of his pain, the boy would reach up, resting a hand on the back of her head. "Careful there. Don't want to hurt herself." He chided softly, noticing her own wince before resting his forehead against hers. It was a familiar sensation, yet entirely different at the same time. The horns that had spontaneously sprouted forth from her head grazed the sides of his head. They seemed to have grown even since the last time, sprouting out from the back of his own crimson locks. A soft chuckle would pass through his lips, sensing her annoyance at his concern for his sister. He didn't think she'd ever stop being jealous of the attention he gave Danae, but she had learned long ago that they were a package deal. If she wanted to be a part of his life, she had to accept his little sister. She cared enough to do so, even though she'd initially been rather irritated over it. Eventually she had come to care for Danae as well, albeit in a very different way. Relief swept through him as she clarified that both his sister and his boyfriend were okay last she checked. It didn't alleviate his concern entirely, they were still down there after all. However, Asger had seen his sister in action. He had the upmost faith in her. He knew she would be okay, though he wouldn't truly be at peace until he saw for himself.
Just as suddenly as he had relaxed, the boy had perked up again. Sapphire orbs snapped open, gazing into her own crystalline pools. It was a statement that many would probably assume was a joke, but Asger knew better. He knew all to well that she meant it in complete sincerity. Once again, he shouldn't have been surprised that Eve had so casually attempted murder. He knew the girl well enough to know it was just in her nature, especially when he wasn't there to at least somewhat control her. He used the word control very tentatively. Truly when it came to the dragon, that was an impossible feat. It was more so that he used logic to sway her. That, combined with their bond usually work. Usually being the key word. "Eve," He'd breath, exasperated once again. "Its wrong to kill people, you know that. Especially when those people were sent there to help the wounded. Think of how many people would have died if you would have succeeded. I might have been among them."The words were harsh, but he kept his tone gentle. He was lecturing her, as he so often did, but he still had no desire to hurt her. He just wanted to get her to see sense, and to stop blatantly laughing over a subject that should have been taken much more seriously. Sighing softly, beyond aware that this was an uphill battle that he was no where near winning, he'd make a mental note to both thank and apologize to the medical staff later. Perhaps he could make it up to them somehow... though he was entirely unsure of just how he was going to do that. What apology was appropriate of a viscous dragon trying to rip apart the people that were only trying to help? What gesture was really worthy of making up for what was surely a terrifying and traumatizing endeavor?
It was her sudden, but not surprising, shift in mood that drew him from his thoughts. Mood swings were yet another common piece of Eve. Something Asger had grown used to long ago. He maneuvered through them like a skill captain through a stormy sea. This was entirely different though, unfamiliar terrain. It was a side of her that was rarely ever seen. A side of her that many might not believe was actually possible. A tender vulnerability that proved she was capable of caring for someone other than her self. Proof that she was capable of love. Proof that she was more than just brash and reckless antics. Proof that there was something soft beneath the abrasive and dangerous edges of her personality. Baby blues focused on her once more, attentive and full of concern. Lashes fluttered close, brushing the tops of her cheeks. Eyebrows pinched sorrowfully together. It was an expression he had only seen on a few rare occasions. An expression capable of breaking his heart. It was expression pierced his heart like a knife. It throbbed dully in his chest, each beat deliberate and painful. He hadn't thought of how hard this truly must have been on the pinkette sitting atop his laugh. He hadn't thought about how it must have brought back awful memories. The same traumatic memories that were burning into the back of his brain. The same memories that had caused him to question reality and assume that Eve's return was just a cruel twist of fate. An illusion. A trick. It was no wonder she had tried to attack the evac team. In hindsight, he couldn't really blame her all that much. He knew exactly where her mind would have been. Had the situation been reversed, it would have driven him to madness as well. "Shhh, its okay, Evie." He spoke gently, disentangling his hand from hers so he could reach around her with both arms to pull her into a warm embrace. It was an embrace that usually would have been accompanied by soft, warm feathers. However, his massive wings weren't exactly functional at the moment. "I know you were scared. It must have been awful, but you were very brave and everything's okay now. I'm okay." The words were breathed softly against the top of her head, muffled by pink locks. He would hold her there for several moments before leaning back ever-so-slightly to catch her vivid gaze."In a couple weeks I'll be as good as new, and I'll take you for that ride. Just as promised." Peering down at her with a small, comforting smile, he'd run a hand softly over her tangled locks. "I'm not going to leave you ever again. I promise."
Cecil seemed to have miscalculated his landing as he was still on the ice bridge, his ōdachi having done nothing to the creature but he was able to stop his skating as he looked to where Azura was. It was as if everything was happening all at once, the beast being toppled slightly via Rachel, Adam at a distance chucking rocks at an angry Scorpion Monster, and Azura, just out of Arm's reach and falling. His heart sank as his mind was rushing with tens, no hundreds of ideas he could've done. But only one stuck out, ONLY ONE made sense for him to act on and before he could accept that reality, his body moved for him. He brought his left hand up and bit into it, hard enough to draw blood as his aura practically skyrocketed into stronger levels. His ōdachi had shattered while he thrusts it out towards Azura, his arms may not be able to reach her, but he knew what could.... a scythe. He easily hooked the newly summoned scythe underneath an armpit as he started to run with her, his strength boosted by adrenaline as his aura itself had changed. "You bloody bint! You better hang on or so help me I'll be the one screaming my head off at you!!!" He roared at her while he ran along the crumbling ice bridge, his feet skating along it while he moved the scythe, lifting her towards him all while the blade end was pressing against her aura.
As he moved, he glared towards Adam and the others on the bridge before he saw Danae dive to Charlotte before he roared out to them. "ALL OF YOU BETTER F#*!ING RUN OR SO HELP ME! WE WILL ALL DIE HERE!" It wasn't a threat, it wasn't even anywhere close to an order, but the fact of the matter was, that even as he got to dry rock and onto the scaffolding bridge to get back to the other side of the cave, at this point having lifted Azura up entirely out of the Lava pit, it was a damn command that they all better get the hell out!
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2020 10:50 pm
Valian Knight-300
P o s t c o u n t . . . 8 . . . 8 . . . E R R O R . . . 0 v e R r 1 d 3 . . . 131
P r o c e s s i n g . . .
E x e c u t e _ P r o t o c o l e . . .
Command Override / / / Sleeper Mode Disengaged
The grimm surely added a nice touch to the chaos an disorder that was underway. It began with a mere altercation, the conflicting interest of two sides that caused a fit of confusion. Two adults and two machines against a handful of students. Well, actually, it was more of two adults and a monster. Rachel was surely a trump card in this mess, but not even she could've caused the same effect that the grimm were. Hundreds of ravagers pouring in from the surrounding caverns, a deathstalker threatening to end not just the life of a student, but the teacher who accidentally straddled the beast. The moment they made their entrance, the students flew into a panic with the quaking cavern. Honestly, it made this whole mission far too easy to pull off. At least, in terms of this machine. All it had to do was trigger a few students and shoot out a bridge, nothing more. One of which was straddling a deathstalker, the other using her semblance to shatter that inconvenient ice bridge; making things just a little more exciting for the children. What it had noticed, however, was RAchel's struggle against the grimm that teetered on the edge of oblivion. "I've already aided you once, Megalodon. If you can't avoid a fiery demise, then it seems your use has been spent." It spoke to itself, as if trying to talk to the monster of a teacher directly. It had already needlessly expended ammo saving it from ravagers, only to throw itself into another ordeal. That just simply wouldn't do, it couldn't rely on pawns who so recklessly threw themselves away.
If anything, the machine found itself rather bored as it waited idly for the entire event to come to a close. It was meant to act as a means of escape, be it covering the ground that his compatriots could not manage, or act as a diversion. Whatever the situation called for, the machine was rigged for the occasion. At long last, it would receive an audible page from its counterpart. Or rather, it acted as a phone for their other allies. The man they called Darius during this was not only ready to go, but calling on the aid for anyone that had gravity dust. "Understood, gravity veil inbound." Once again, its comrades likely weren't actually listening to the communication channel. That didn't change the robot's necessity for thorough communication, even if it was just solely with itself. First, though, the machine would begin a series of sidesteps in order to avoid the falling rocks that exploded on impact with the bridge, sending fragments of stone in all directions. With the slip of a metal panel on its chest, it would unveil a deep, plum-colored energy. Metallic digits would wrap around the raw essence of gravity, pulling the crystal from its arsenal. It left most of its accessible ammo and vials with the more active Atlesian. It, however, was prepared for larger-scale events to unfold. In this case, granting Ghost, Akuryo, and itself a veil of low-gravity in order to cross the chasm. ... AS well, anyone who ended up in the sky with those two would undergo the same effects, if just for a moment. Perhaps it would grant them higher mobility, or trap them in a state of zero g's until the plummetted to their doom.
Either way, that wasn't this machine's problem. It waited until they were in sight; the grappling assassin and the serial killer he carried in his arms. This was its moment. Hoisting the crystal over its right shoulder, it would twist its torso back like an olympian before hucking the vibrant purple gem. The gem was thrown into a massive arch, flying higher and higher into the air. It left some to wonder, did the fact that it was gravity dust alter its own sense of gravity? .. A question that was meant for aura and dust studies, not the field. Flying through the air, towards the oncoming, airborn allies, Valian would raise its rifle for supposedly the last time. "I'd say it's time we head home, wouldn't you?" IT spoke, again, to itself who seemed distracted with another event on the other side of the volcanic chasm. Locked on with the anticipated range, the machine was ready to fire. With the tug of a trigger, a bullet would explode from the end of the barrel. In the blink of an eye, the bullet would pierce the crystal and cause it to explode. A violent burst of purple energy would expand as a veil in air above them, granting those who were high fliers the blessing of alleviated gravity for a short period of time. This included the countless number of Ravagers who were surely thrown into a state of disarray as their own natural ability of flight was obscured by a new sense of weightlessness. Any momentum they gained would retain, hopefully giving them the longevity they needed to reach the other side. If it wasn't enough, the machine had a segment of earth dust if absolutely necessary to close a gap beneath them. Hopefully, though, that veil of altered gravity would be enough to carry them home. Now, it was just time for its other self to reach them.
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XXXOne might expect this to unfold into a wondrous fairy tale. A horned prince who's gaze stared far beyond in longing, his umber hues were sinking in a sea of desolation. His thoughts weighed down by raging waves of negativity, threatened to pull him under. To force him to drown. Yet, his umber hues stared on, hazel locks brushing against his forehead as he leaned in closer, shifting his chin to rest against his knuckles. Waiting, longing, for any sense of life from his sleeping beauty. .. He noticed a certain shimmer of light between her eyelids, the presence of water. Of tears... He found himself tempting, a woven mesh of his gloves receding back into his vambraces. Were those of happiness, or sadness? A joyous occasion, or utter despair? With just the brush of his fingertips against her cheek, he could know it all. He could understand, he could fathom her reality, Perhaps he could join her in boisterous laughter, or help consul her through a linked tragedy. .. If he did that, though, was he any better than those who sought to use their memories to control him? .. Had he been pushing, using her memories to coax every moment? It was that thought that made him hesitate, his fingers hanging in the air.
One might think this was a fated moment, for a prince to awaken his princess with true love's first kiss. But, neither he nor she was any wiser to such thoughts, such context. One might expect her awakening to be gentle and elegant. That birds would begin to chirp a medley for the waking princess, that some magical breeze would rush through their fabric tent to shine down an evening sunset off her mismatched, sky-kissed hues. Then again, when was anything involving this meddlesome duo gentle or elegant? As with any waking moment between the two, it was loud and chaotic from the moment ivory lashes fluttered open. Her surge of life, a clamor of noise as she screamed his name and rocked the cot beneath her tiny frame. Least to say, startled the horned boy. In fact, it made him nearly jump out of his skin. Chestnut locks scattered in a mess as the boy jumped back, his chair ricketing on its back to legs as he scrambled with his arms to keep his balance. After a moment of blatant flailing, the front two nubs of his chair thumped against the earth. With composure regained, he'd slam the palms of his hands against the cot, fingers curling into the woven material. "Zylah!" He responded loudly, practically screaming in the same startling tone she had as if it was a game. In an instant his umber gaze would soften, his heart sinking at the distressing sight unraveling in front of him. What were one's pools of uncertainty had turned into heartwrenching tears. The tiny huntress that was always excitable, unshakable and bursting with energy had fallen to pieces. Her tiny frame was trembling, sobbing between desperate, hastened breaths as if her lungs were filled with dozens of holes. She was stuck, shaken, and utterly devastated in state of shock that rattled his very core. ... Before he could process it, before he could think or act, to try and hug or consul her, their gazes locked. Like heaven and earth uniting once again, he sat there stunned.
There was no warning, no hesitation. Just as he regained himself, as he tried to process what to do next, the entirety of her being [even if it wasn't much] was flung to him in a flurry of motions. If he hadn't just anchored himself, the two would've surely toppled over into a scrambled mess on the floor. Not that it mattered to him, of course. In fact, nothing mattered. Nothing would've stopped the boy's arms from wrapping tightly around the pint-sized huntress to give her the tightest hug of her life, one that may have very well crushed the boulder that tried to crush her. Nothing would get in the way of that, not even if his arms were shattered into a million pieces like one of hers surely was. There was a certain gentleness with how he embraced her. While she was clung to him desperately as if he was about to scatter to the wind, the tightness of his own embrace eased. Instead, his arms hung gently laced around her tiny frame, cradling her in his lap and against his chest. One arm laid across her back, wrapped around her torso. The other raised past her shoulderblade, cradling the back of her head in the palm of his hand ... This hand was the very same that he took his glove off moments ago. Whether it was from how he held her, or the fit of motions that led to her face being buried against his neck, a series of images would flash before his eyes.
First and foremost, of course, was the excruciating, agonizing pain that surged up his arm and through his shoulder like a jolt of electricity. It was instantaneous. Without warning it felt as if the weight of the world came crashing down on it, crushing every inch of his arm and shoulder, finding every possible way to break and contort each and every bone. In response, the arm that cradled her back would tighten, his fingers moving sporadically as his muscles began to spaz, twitching uncontrollably as his body tried to comprehend this unprecedented pain. Tendons on the back of his hands would push against the skin, the boy nearly biting through his lip as he jolted against her. His eyes would clench shut tightly, gritting and grinding his teeth as he nestled his head against hers. The only way he could even embrace the pain was to have something to anchor him, something he could hold, and hopefully not snap in two. That was only the beginning, however. Physical turmoil was the least of his worries when it came to the process of remembrance. He remembered laying there in the darkness, feeling every cell of her left side ignited in agonizing pain. The sense of uncertainty when hearing his voice, the voice of a demon walking a very fine edge... It was the same as the horned boy in the videos, the very same that attacked her weeks prior. .. His true self, and how she desperately wanted to reach out, to assure him she was there. That she'd be okay, she just needed to rest for a moment... Just a moment, because she wasn't ready to go back to sleep. She wasn't ready to leave him, not when she had just woken up again. But that moment slipped away, like daffodils in the breeze.
But as darkness encroached, so did the presence of fear. A similar sensation of fear that matched the uncertainty they both felt at the start of the mission, at the presence of a machine that approached from the cavern. She was running aimlessly in darkness, blindly following the sound of his own frightened, distressed voice. In the darkness, a distant and blurred scene came into view. One that was as horrifying as it was confusing, their blood running cold in unison. The sight of himself alone, confused, and pleading desperately as two other figures stood before him. .. One with a silver blade kissing the skin of his throat. He... Couldn't quite comprehend what was happening, yet every piece clicked together as if he knew everything. It was her past trying to become more than that, a reminder that she had stepped off a path that she once had woven into the very core of who she was. A cold, merciless machine that operated at the fingertips of someone more sinister, more terrifying in every way. Someone that was cold, cruel, yet cunning all the same. Who knew every string to pluck in her fragile, shambled heart and treat her like a doll. Nothing more than a plaything to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wished. A man... A machine...Wasn't there a sense of uncertainty, yet familiarity with that concept? That's not where his mind was, though. His thoughts were lost with hers, ensnared by a twisted play of inner turmoil that not only she was forced to experience, but he as well. Her frantic steps, his flailing arms. They moved in unison, they moved at once to try and prevent a heartwrenching tragedy. The world of shadows stretched farther and farther. Even as the scene became clearer, the details became finer, the hallway of darkness stretched on eternally. No matter how fast they ran, how hard they fought, the images of themselves slipped just out of reach, but always in sight. The thumping of her heart was pounding in his chest. The adrenaline that coursed through her veins funneled his fear, the growing tightness of his chest crushing his ribcage. They were desperate to stop her, to save him. But... That's where the memory diverged from his thoughts. Even as he experienced the memory in reel time, he felt his own footsteps stopping in the shadows. Zylah's figure would race into the darkness, her limbs thrashing frantically as she fought with everything she had to stop herself, to stop this tragedy. He reached out to her as if to stop her from stopping herself, knowing that this dream... This memory... Was getting out of hand, but it was too late. At the twisted, sickening grin and the glint of metal shimmering with a splash of crimson, it felt as if that very sterling edge was plunged deep in his chest. Both in remembrance and reality, he'd let out a sharp gasp. Her pain of watching his tragedy, it was far more agonizing than anything he could ever recall experiencing. Such a toxic concoction of emotions and sensations, feeling his very reality unravel at the seams. Every aspect of being cracking and shattering, the fragments clattering against the obsidian floor. With these fragments, tears that burned like acid against his cheeks would trickle down his face, dripping into the abyss. At the despondent, ice-cold giggle of her puppet self, she would wake up. .. But he wouldn't.. Not just yet. For just a moment, he stood in darkness. For just a second, he found himself still staring at the scene that unfurled before him, as if frozen in time. A boy with chestnut locks and spiraling horns midfall. The chilling, twisted smile of a husk, a cold and soulless machine controlled by the fingertips of another... Then the heartbroken, soul crushed presence of the one and only. He took several silent steps in darkness until he found himself standing next to her, gently placing his hand on the top of her head... Trying his best to consul what was only a memory. 'That wasn't me. I promise. Cause... I know that isn't you, Zy. You couldn't. Don't you ever think of it. It's... That man..' Eyes of umber would stare off into the darkness, at the mechanical, almost human-like hands that pulled the strings of the heartless Zylah. He couldn't see him clearly, but he could recollect all of her memories of him... Each twisted, sickening recollection that unraveled her soul and left her exposed, broken, and why she was trying to hard to keep herself pieced together. .. There was something so familiar about him, something so unsettling, not just from her own memories. ... Something about a man named Zaffre.
In reality, however, only a second or two had passed. Once again, Felix had gone through the process of living Zylah's entire life in the blind of an eye. Each time though was a little different, and each time felt a little more like home. .. This time, however, was a little different. As if he was getting accustomed to it, as if he could properly reflect on it all as he took it in. He couldn't control it, by any means, but... He was beginning to learn to separate memory and experience. At least, with her. Blinking in reality, however, he hadn't realised that tears began trickling down his cheek either. Soon enough she'd find the side of her head soaked with his own silent sobbing, experiencing the tragedy that was his own death. ... She... Cared a lot about him. That fear... that sense of despair... It was unlike anything he had ever experienced himself. It was pure, as twisted as it was. It was unconditional as if losing him was to lose the last piece of herself, or even the world itself. It... Left him with his own odd sensation in his chest. A swirl of emotions that were both warm and bitter, that churned his stomach in a way that he couldn't quite comprehend. It wasn't bad. No, it was far from it. It was... A warm emotion, one that swelled larger and larger. A warm, tender sensation that he couldn't fathom, but he could only associate with Zylah, with her presence... With her tiny frame wrapped in his one arm, cradled against his chest. By now, his other arm had succumbed to the crippling sensation of pain that numbed it, causing it to hang limp. '.. This is why I came back with you. You needed me more, and.. I needed you, too.' Any sense of uncertainty he held before was gone, like dust in the wind. Melted away by a warmth of emotion that flooded his now tender heart after experiencing such a tragic rollercoaster of emotion. For just a moment he kept silent. For just a moment, he'd keep the girl tightly cradled against his chest. .. Now, just like her, he found himself so afraid that she'd crumble away, like a fragile memory. That if he blinked, she'd disappear, and he'd forget who she was. He didn't want that. He couldn't do that. ..
Perhaps the only thing that broke this trance of thought was the softest ouch that was muttered against his neck. Slowly, the faintest of smiles curled against his lips as he nestled his face against the side of her head, his lips whispering into her ear. "Ouch is right. I knew you were trouble when you first walked in, but... I didn't think that'd be the case when you first woke up too." His smile grew a bit as he reeled his head back ever so slightly, catching the girl's mismatched hues looking up at him. " 'Course I did. How's I suppose to get through that cave without someone half my size, and a fourth of my sight?" It was as if nothing happened. .. Just at the sight of those stunning, sky like orbs, it was as if he was an entirely different person. The darkened shadows that swirled in his umber hues had lifted, his faintest smile growing wider. Carefully, he'd nudge his right shoulder against his cheek to wipe away his own tears, then returning her own playful hint of a smirk. "And what'd I tell you about wettin' yourself?" This, of course, was not a reference to her own bathroom habits. But instead for the fact that both she and her memories had left them both absolutely drenched in the tears of one another. To think she had the audacity to call him out for being blue when she woke up in a fit of tears, then passed those same watery hues over to him. With her memories fresh in his mind, he found himself wanting to poke some holes into it. To turn that tragic nightmare into something they could laugh about, because surely she knew by now that there were no secrets between them. .. Even the most heartbreaking of frights. "So.. No robots then? I'm okay with that. They're a bit... Nuts. .. And bolts.." Perhaps a smarter, more considerate man would've specifically avoided the concept of their deepest fears, but... Well, Felix was never the brightest in social cues. Besides, her fears were his too, and.. Well, the best way to overcome anything, in his experience, was to laugh about it if he could. So... "Then again... I'm nuts, and you're a dolt." He'd retort, a smirk clearly presence on his lips as he playfully bumped his forehead to hers. .. This is how it was between them, though. No matter how lost they became to the world, no matter how distraught they were or how much pain they were in, they brought out the best and worst within one another.
Of course, she'd have to ask the hard questions. Even he knew that she hadn't quite recalled what happened in the cavern, being present with her memories and all. They were there, but not front and center. She couldn't recall, and now because of her muddled fit of emotions and memories, it was a little difficult for him to recount as well. .. In fact, he quietly bit his lip as umber orbs darted upwards, trying to comprehend everything that happened din the mess that was a mission. "Well, I know you don't remember much... Everyone else is fine though, mostly. Part of the cave collapsed and a couple of students got really messed up. .. You know, like you, my graceful angel." He mocked, sticking his tongue out while indicating towards her arm and the hundreds of bruises she surely acquired in that entire mess. "You and two others got the quick lift out of there, then miss pink scrambled after her feathered friend. I... Lost my cool a bit when trying to get you out, but sis helped me calm down." .. She'd remember that, too, even if just barely. Those memories were drifting around in her head somewhere, even if it was while floating in darkness. Him coming so close to the edge, him desperately pleading to try and understand what was happening. It was heartbreaking and endearing in the same way, how worried he became for her. As for what actually happened with the rest of the group, well, all he knew was that they kept on while he stayed behind. "They continued on, and.. I thought about goin' back, too but... Okay. This is gonna sound like a mushy pie, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. They're gonna fix your arm up, but, I wanted to make sure you woke up from your nap .. Cuz I know how much you hate naps, and.. I.. Uh.." As hard as it was to believe, Felix was finding a cat catching his tongue. Always being quick with words and reason, throwing in a pun wherever he could, he found himself a little stumped. It wasn't really like him to get mushy, usually turning the entirety of it into a joke, but... Well, there was no way around it. He was worried to death about her, and as much as he tried to fight it, there was no way he could've gone ahead in the cavern with the weight of her wellbeing bearing down on him.
"And now I'll get my vengeance for being left behind~! Nya~!" An oddly familiar voice would shrill as the fabric doors flailed open. In a blur of motion, a gray and white-haired woman with fluffy ears would barrel in on all fours. Unlike the past, however, she wasn't completely nude. No, this time she snagged one of the doctor's jackets and hightailed it to where she smelled her one and only family. Without hesitation, just like Zylah, the full-grown woman would take a leap of faith towards the two, quite literally pouncing at them. In an instant, however, the woman became finely detailed with tiny white and gray hairs detailing her skin. In the midst of her leap, her skin began to shift as her bones contorted in a swift motion. As if like magic, the woman's frame who was much taller than either of them had shrunken down and changed in its entirety. Her shifting body would fly out of her lab coat, a fluffy white tail trailing behind her. The two would then have the weight of a rather large cat flop against them, her now itty bitty frame working to nuzzle itself between the two despite their shared embrace. Playfully, a fluffy paw would reach to bat at Felix's chin, while her large and poofy tail swayed up to smack Zylah right in the face in a mess of fluff. "Well long time no see, Dr. Catenstein. Come here to check on your latest patient?" Felix chimed in playfully, a smirk curled against his lips as Molly meowed loudly. It was a little odd, treating the cat just like they always had despite knowing her secret... That she had a true identity as a woman nearly twice their age, who was watching over them and helped bring them together. Yet, she was just as crazy as them, if not even more so.
