Unclassifiable OPEN Genesis Gate

THE JAM
-THE JAMROOM​

He stumbled...GLORIOUSLY and drunkenly up the steps.

Of course, to the highest floor....because...He was the most important, but he was disappointed to see that somehow Wapoe was also on the top level.

Oh...probably because he would need to be at the ready when it came time to shine THE JAM'S BOOTS.

"MUAAHAHAHAHA!" The orc laughed at the thought and continued to drink. Though the laughter ceased once he entered his room.

It was... gross. Comfort?

FRESH LINENS?

A COZY MATTRESS?

CURTAINS?

MARBLE FLOORS?

THE JAM HATES MARBLE FLOORS!

"ARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" THE JAM roared as he launches his drink across the room, shattering the window!

"DO...UHHHGGHG....YOU THINK THE JAM WEAK? THESE COMFORTS ARE FOR PRETTY ELF BOYS AND LITTLE GIRLS!"

He'd have to show the Genesis Gate council that comforts like this was why they were getting their asses kicked! True barbarians...true warriors of blood and death did not sleep on fresh linens, only the bones of their enemies!

In seconds, a remodel was underway.

The mattress and bed frame? Launched out the door and sent flying down the staircase.

The comfy chair in the corner? Jettisoned out the other window.

The curtains? Torn down and used as snot paper for the JAM'S masculine nose.

When it seemed that he was satisfied, HE WASN'T! Not one, not two, not three, but more holes were punched into the wall shared with Wapoe's room and the chandelier-

A FRICKING CHANDELIER FOR A BEDROOM!

Torn down, shattered glass everywhere and the metal was bent into a J and stabbed into the door of the room. Finally done, the JAM collapsed on the floor and closed his eyes, laughing victoriously!

"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT! PUNY SCOUT ELF! I WILL NEED WEIGHTS...LOTS OF WEIGHTS! BUT NO CARDIO EQUIPMENT! THE JAM WILL SHOW YOU ALL HOW TO SAVE A FEW UNIVERSES! THEN...." The JAM begins to drift off to sleep. "THEN...HMMM...STATUES...EVERYWHERE...FOR...THE JAM...JAMEISTER...AND BLOOD AND IRON...SKULLS...THE MOST ELECTRIFYING ORC...!!!!!"

Tag: @Darth_Elu @Sinrebirth ​

 

Charjra Myt'tar
These were their rooms?!


“Right this way, Lady Charjra,” the girl stated softly.

“Shall we?”

“We shall,” quipped Adon.

And then they were off at last. Charjra walked with Vaylor as they crossed the grounds, trying not to gape at every place that they saw. THeir guides gave them a small tour.

Over to the left, that is the back of a number of adjoining buildings there, as you see, for a few levels. On the main level, on the far right edge is the Shadow’s Reach Auction House, if my direction is right.”

Alice nodded at Adon’s answer, indicating he was right. “There is a restaraunt next to it, in the center of that building on the main level, The Watchful Eye...named after HAL. Not sure how he feels about that…” she trailed off wonderingly, with a touch of apprehension.

“I think I heard he was ‘flattered’ by it,” Adon remarked with a shrug, “On the other side of it on the main floor is a general Rest Area for the public.”

Then Alice took the lead of the tour. Interesting.

“A lot of the more ‘exciting’ places are in the Central Quarter or ‘Great Hall’ of Shadow’s Reach. We are starting to get into the Common Quarter of the city though, where the Estate is located, so many of the buildings you happen to be pointing at now are homes of the people who live here. S-Sorry. Straight ahead of us at the cross street though is a bakery. I don’t know the name.”

“Shelby’s Bakery,” Adon supplied knowledgeably.

Then silence fell, and Charjra did not mind. She looked up towards the sky to see what was above them. She continued walking, and soon they came upon a very impressive structure.

Elite Dreamers Estate, within the Grand Foyer on the first floor.

The red-haired elf let out a whistle of appreciation, causing a smile from both of the servants and a knowing nod from the purple-haired footman in particular. Alice was beaming.

“I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I certainly was not expecting this? These are impressive accommodations, thank you.”

“You are quite welcome!” replied Alice happily.

“Did you say my room was on the second floor?” Valynor asked.

“Yes, Valynor. And Lady Charjra is on the third.”

Charjra smiled. She liked the idea of being higher up. She preferred it. She only wished she was on the top floor so that she could see the stars. She chuckled softly at Vaylor's whistle.

And of course another question. But this one was a very good one.

“Since Lady Charjra is on a different floor, will I be able to communicate with her? Are there lesser seeing orbs for us to use?”

“Not orbs exactly,” Adon smiled, “but there is some technology that allows you to call between floors if you have the correct number. Alice, do you —“

“I do.”

“Alright then. I know yours, Valynor. When we get you both to your rooms, we can give those numbers and show you how it works. If you so desire.”

Charjra smiled. "Indeed, I would appreciate that greatly...."

A very loud class made Charjra turned her head.

"ARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" a familiar voice rings out. Oh by the seven fates. No! Not that!

"DO...UHHHGGHG....YOU THINK THE JAM WEAK? THESE COMFORTS ARE FOR PRETTY ELF BOYS AND LITTLE GIRLS!"

'Oh no.no..no..no...'

The entire group had to move quickly as bits and pieces of furniture came flying out down the stairs. The JAM's roaring and sounds of glass breaking could be heard, and then suddenly... it was all quiet.

Charjar's face darkened. She looked towards Alice. "Please. Tell me the rooms ...are...soundproof." she asked scowling. And then she added. "IS MY ROOM UNDER HIS?!"

The fates could not be so cruel. WHO would put that blundering oath on the top floor of ANY building!!!!

She growled in elven.."If I hear that fool, I will be sleeping in the trees!"

Charjra looked over at Valynor with an expression, that was difficult to read. She then looked back over at Alice. "And a bottle of good wine, may well be needed as well," she added, as she slowly made her way up the stairs, bypassing the items that the JAM had thrown out, as they made their way up. She stopped at the 2nd floor to say goodnight to Vaylnor, then turned, the smile leaving her face, as she moved up to where she would be staying.

She hoped she would not hear anymore from the JAM, until morning.

Once she made it to her room, she was very, very impressed. (Assuming there is no gaping hole in the ceiling...)

...but, it was not her style. She looked towards Alice. "Since, I see no candles, I assume the lighting is like the others in this place. Can you show me how they work? And the other things, like how to take a bath and toiletries?" Charjra smiled. "Umm and I remember enough to know I prefer a more natural setting. Can we get something that makes me feel more like Im in a forest setting?" she asked, hopefully.

She had some plans for the night. And the setting is everything.


TAG: @greyjedi125, @Darth_Elu

 

Irryn

A great deal happened in a very few moments. The shock of meeting Hal grated at her and left her feeling slightly on edge for some time (some sort of all-seeing, powerful scrying magic?) and disturbed the otherwise pleasant evening. No matter. Her escort arrived and introduced herself with a smile and Irryn inclined her head politely to her.

“Hello Miss! I’m here to escort you, if you don’t mind havin’ me. Oh, my name is Martha Sowerby by the way!”
“Irryn.”

She let Martha lead her into the street and through much of the city in (what Irryn considered was) a companionable silence, but the girl kept stealing awed glances at her and Irryn realised that she was desperate to strike up a conversation, to which she was happy to oblige.

“I like your accent Martha.”
The servant girl chuckled but looked pleased. “Ah tha’ be th’ Yorkshire. Only, you’ll have to excuse my accent, it can get a bit broad.”

Irryn nodded, interested. It sounded a little bit like Dwarven, only it didn’t seem polite to say so, many people would not appreciate such a comparison. The denotation of ‘shire’ on a place denoted a rural county area and she wondered if the shire of York was in Genesis gate or somewhere else.

“Is Yorkshire near here?”
“Near ‘ere? Nowt o’ th’ soart! It be far away from 'ere, Miss. A 'ole 'nother world, not nearly so in'terestin' as this one, tho' it 'as charms of its own.” She looked troubled for a moment and then added quickly, “Ah am prattling on, please forgive me ma'am.”

Irryn shook her head. “A song paints emotion, a picture sings beauty and a good story rouses the spirit. It would please me greatly to share yours for a time.” And then, when Martha shot her an awed look she realised she had better clarify her request. “Please tell me about Yorkshire.”

Martha was only too happy to share her knowledge of the moors, including the seasonal changes that coaxed the bare earth to lavender, the famous rose garden at Misselthwaite Manor and how her brother had tamed a fox cub. Irryn let her chatter and decided that even if these memories were just dreams, they were worth holding onto, like any good fiction. She decided when everyone's memories had returned, it would be nice to share of such things, in the traditional way, if the others were willing.

By the by, they came to the place that had been set aside for their particular use. Irryn was led up to her room and seemed unphased by the grandeur of it, although she inspected everything in it with great interest. She too got Martha to demonstrate how the lights worked and marvelled at what Martha called 'eh-lek-tris'ty'.

Finally, she thanked the servant for her time, ("No at all, Miss, not at all!") kicked off her sandals and sunk her toes onto the stone floor.

Delightful.


Tags: @Darth_Elu

 

IC: Jupiter, K-012
Shadow’s Reach

The tall mechanical warrior agreed with HAL's and Zel's requests moving along. It remained silent not saying a word to its footman as it was brought along to the main hallway. The robot's internal processes continued to whir.

{Target Name = Zel Charro}
{Analyzing}
{...}
{Threat Level = Low}
{Action Required = No}

As it teleported away its orange iris flared intensely, for a moment becoming a deep red a single thought racing through his mind.

Danger

He then faded as Jupiter regained control.

{Reanalyzing}
{...}
{Threat Level = High}
{Action Required = No}
{...}
{Recalibrating Threat Level Designations}
{None; Low; Medium; High; Very High; Ultra;}
{...}
{None = No Threat, Can Defeat Easily}
{Low = Will Mount Some Resistance But Can Defeat With Some Effort}
{Medium = Requires Greater Amount Of Effort But Can Defeat}
{High = Equal Level. Samuel Module Likely Required}
{Very High = Samuel Module Required From Start}
{Ultra = Do Not Engage}
{Calibration Complete}
{Requires Reassement of All Previous Targets}

The robot then came to view the group turning up with them all. One of them in particular waved a hand at it.

{Target Name = Wapoe}
{Recalibrating Threat Level}
{Threat Level = None}

It remained silent for several moments. The central orange eye viewing Wapoe for several moments before responding. The male monotone voice carrying through the air.

[I was in Cyber Engineering]

TAG: @Sinrebirth @Darth_Elu

 

Arthur
Heading to his room

The golden knight was still deep into his whiskey when a new voice was added to the mix. One that felt cold and distant. Though it seemed to be a living machine of some sort. It was certainly not the weirdest thing he had seen today. The alcohol was helping settle his mind, let him accept that this is his place in the world now. He didn't have any memories of the person he was before, the fictional person he was. So did it really matter if it was strange and weird. It was likely he came from a just as strange place.

Walking out he was met by a thin man in a somewhat disheveled outfit. Uriah said he was a man of little import though Arthur just smiled a bit. He wasn't completely drunk though he was focusing more on putting one foot in front of the other more than he was on talking with his escort. The sights to see also had an effect, the bright sky, the towering buildings and then finally the opulence of the inn, hotel, accommodations he guessed. Marble, gold and push carpeting. They all seemed of high quality. Did he really warrant this kind of treatment?

He wasn't about to change anything, not that he knew what to change it to. He looked back trying to think but couldn't find anything. So he would have to just accept it...poor him.

As he started to remove his armor he turned down any assistance.

"I can handle this, I'm pretty sure of that." He said even as his fingers were fumbling with the clasps. Seems his armor was made to be removed and put on easily. The bracers came off, followed by the chest plate, and greaves last. This left him in a simple linen shirt and light pants. The plaid that went across his chest and the bit of cloth around his waist were folded and put at the end of the bed. The cloak he hung on a hook near the bed.

Slowly the alcohol made his eyes heavier and he rested his head against the soft pillow and drifted off to sleep.

TAG: @Darth_Elu

 

OOC: Hoping to have all the scenes start wrapping up by Thursday. Though for those still in mid-combo, while Thursday would be an ideal finish date, it is ok if it stretches beyond and becomes finished retroactively. So, a preference, but nothing to stress over!

Albert Baenbowie IC:
~Elite Dreamers Estate, Shadow’s Reach~

In no time, Ayira was out of her armor and Albert was backing away politely, his offer of armor cleaning taken up on.

“Yes, I would appreciate that. I’ll need it until I can purchase something of better quality.”

“Of course,” he replied calmly and moved to scoop up the pieces of armor before moving to leave. He stopped further when the young woman’s words caused him to pause on his exit.

“Um… Albert. Before you go, I do have… one question.”

Turning his blue eyes to look back on her, pivoting slowly on his heel, he raised an elegant eyebrow and awaited her question. He wondered what she had nearly forgotten.

“Yes, milady?”

“You see, as I’m not from Shadow’s Reach… I, um… how do you dim the lights?”

Ah. Of course. A little chuckle presented itself, accompanied by a small shake of the head. Not towards her however, more toward himself for forgetting to inquire whether she knew such a nuance. Perhaps he still needed to brush up on his training a little after all?

“That is my fault. I should have shown you already or asked if you knew. I’m sorry.”

Albert gave a little self-deprecating smile to show his sincerity and set the armor pieces back down on a nearby chair, before beckoning her over to one of the switches on the nearby wall. It was a simple matter to demonstrate how to turn them on and off, as well as dim their overall brightness. She caught on immediately. He also threw in a quick instruction on the nearby wall communicator and the number to call if she wished help from them servants. He also showed her where her own personal number had been written down for her own reference.

Her eyes showed clear fascination, but her countenance was doing its best not to show that fact. Albert decided it was best not to reveal that he perceived this. A little mental smile reserved for him and him alone.

"You may leave.”

“As you wish,” he bowed, “Rest well Lady Ayira. And I have been informed to remind you to make sure you mark your choice on the paper before you sleep.”

Grasping the armor again, he moved out of the room as requested, pausing only long enough to state ‘Goodnight’ and close the door behind him, finally leaving Ayira to her own privacy.

It was all rather good timing, as that was when he heard the crashing coming from up above. His head turned to look that way, a frown forming on his face.

“Now what is going on up there, I wonder?”

Tag: Ayira @spacelady

*****
Oren Erolias IC:
~Elite Dreamers Estate, Shadow’s Reach~

With silent assent, Jo’Sua had stripped himself of his own armor without preamble. The strange, surreal green form underneath that could be visible, was met with only the tiniest of eyebrow raises that was quickly hidden. Oren was not a stranger to such things, not any more.

“You may take these and improve or replace as your smiths and techno wizards see best. Include an eye at stealth if able,” a pause as the wraith thought, “An eye towards damage prevention and something that will work with one of my kind.”

“Understood, my lord. I shall make sure this is done.”

He waited as Jo’Sua went to remove his helm as well, Oren being a little curious what his face looked like without it, when the wraith paused again. His visage turned to look at him squarely.

“I have a notion if I remove more that you would die, I do not know why.”

Oren’s eyebrows shot up at this, unable to hide it, but then nodded and picked up the armor that had been removed safely.

“Not something I care trying today,” he quipped lightly, “Thank you for the warning, Lord Jo’Sua.”

“If possible tomorrow, I would not be adverse to replacing my robes and replacing my helm if one better can be provided or improving them if they could be made just as good, but I shall wish to go through such things in minutiae before I wear them or commit to alterations at that time.”

“We can assist with that, not a problem. There are also places you can check for that aid as well in the city for purchase,” Oren pointed toward a nightstand not far off, “There is a pouch there with an adequate amount of currency used here in Shadow’s Reach until you receive your first pay. So you can feel more comfortable possibly touring the shops tomorrow.”

From here, the wraith finally began to lay down on the large footstool now converted into a bed.

“Please write your name and Hanayo’s by the method of contacting you inside this suit if there is one, if not then by the door. Then you may leave me to my slumber. To my Lies of Life.”

Lies of Life? How peculiar. Did he mean his memories of his past in the place of dreams? Yes, that was likely it. Interesting. Jo’Sua was an intriguing individual, Oren decided, and inwardly wished to keep a further watch on him. Maybe he could learn something by proxy? Might as well make use of his position as a footman to the elite, right?

Writing down his name and the number to call for servants, with instructions to just ask for him by name if desired, as well as how to call through the wall communicator (seeing as how Jo’Sua was ready for rest now and delaying it further seemed a bad idea); he then backed away with the wraith’s armor in his hands.

Now the request about this ‘Hanayo’ was most intriguing in his opinion.

Hanayo…Hanayo…who is Hanayo? For him to have a person’s name already, clearly from here…A woman for sure. Must be one of the servants from the feast? Yes. Has to be.

Why did he want her info? Huh. Who knew.

“I’m sorry, I do not have Miss Hanayo’s contact information, Lord Jo’Sua…but I will get it as soon as I drop off your armor to the smiths and have it delivered on a note to you overnight. Furthermore, I was informed to remind you to write down your choice on the paper.”

One last bow as he backed out of the room at last, “Rest well.”

As he was walking away from the door, leaving the wraith’s room behind, he froze as he suddenly heard all the crashing and with a look up toward the nearby stairs…

A bed came flying at him. His eyes widened.

…What…?

Tag: Jo’Sua @Mitth_Fisto

*****
Adrianna Dhorvik IC:
~Jam’s Quarters, Elite Dreamers Estate~



It had been surprisingly quiet on the walk over from the feast room, likely helped by the fact that Jam was inebriated beyond measure. It was a miracle the orc could even walk or function at all in his state, Adrianna mused silently.

If nothing else, it made the actual escort portion rather easy. The difficult part would be when they reached his room. She was more right than she knew. Adrianna assumed she was just going to have a hard time talking with Jam before he passed out.

Not…well....

“ARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!”

The orc was roaring, suddenly WIDE awake once more and energized out of nowhere, his last drink being thrown across the room and shattering a window. That was quite the response to the majestically set up room!

“Uh…Lord Ja—“ she started but was cut off.

“DO…UHHHGGHG….YOU THINK THE JAM WEAK? THESE COMFORTS ARE FOR PRETTY ELF BOYS AND LITTLE GIRLS!”

Being an elf, she did her best not to take offense at that remark. But then…orcs certainly seemed the same everywhere they went, so she wasn’t wholly surprised after that initial window shattering. She idly wondered why that was in the back of her mind.

“Of course not, Lord Jam.”

Adrianna would have said more, but there was no time to do so. The JAMMIEST JAMMERIFIC REMODELING OF ALL JAMNESS that the omniverse had ever JAMMING seen was underway! There would be no repelling of JAM of that magnitude!

The orc was launching the mattress and bed frame out the door and toward the stair case, Adrianna’s eyes sharpened at the sudden sight and her instincts and reflexes kicked in. Things seemed to slow down around her as she focused intensely. As the bed sailed over her, she twisted away and leaned back underneath it, coming to evade it without a scratch and she fluidly moved into a crouch with her legs tensed and ready to have her spring incase there were more projectiles. A hand resting, prepared, on the hilt of her sword just incase the drunk orc attacked her out of weakened common sense.

There were more thrown objects, but not in her direction. At least not at this time. And thankfully no personal attack was forthcoming.

One of the chairs was launched out another window, with a wince from the elven scout-maid. The curtains were torn down and used in vulgar fashion as a type of overly large Kleenex for the drunk elite. New holes were launched into the thankfully thick walls adjoining with Wapoe’s room. They didn’t penetrate all the way. But close.

The chandelier came down next, obliterated into practical nothingness. Now she had to act again. Springing up and launching backwards for more room and time as it fell down, her sword was out as the glass shattered into every direction. With elven speed and grace she was batting and deflecting the many small shards off to the sides and away from both herself and the doorway so none else would be hit. Only a few pieces got past and nicked a tiny scratch on her face, her eyes flicking downward as she sensed the slight incision in her skin. With annoyance masked easily by long practice and patience, she quietly sheathed her sword and stepped to the side, while Jam was bending the metal into a “J’ and jamming it into the door.

Adrianna watched him carefully, making sure he wasn’t about to do anything else. She just had to get the rowdy one, didn’t she.

Jam moved off a little ways, collapsed finally, and began laughing again. A slight brushing of some hair behind her ear, and she just listened.

“MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT! PUNY SCOUT ELF! I WILL NEED WEIGHTS…LOTS OF WEIGHTS! BUT NO CARDIO EQUIPMENT! THE JAM WILL SHOW YOU ALL HOW TO SAVE A FEW UNIVERSES! THEN….”

The orc’s eyelids finally began to flutter closed. Oh good, he was about pass out. At this point, that was likely for the best. Detailed information on his room could be relayed at another time.

“THEN…HMMM…STATUES…EVERYWHERE…FOR…THE JAM…JAMEISTER…AND BLOOD AND IRON…SKULLS…THE MOST ELECTRIFYING ORC…!!!!!”

Mhm. If one, somehow, wasn’t sure if he was a true orc by this point. They knew now. Adrianna sighed as he finally snoozed himself into dreamland. The hangover was going to likely be the stuff of nightmares tomorrow morning. Not her problem however. At least she sincerely hoped not.

“I will see to the weights,” she whispered quietly to the sleeping orc. The statues? Eh…she’d pass it along, but he’d likely have to take it up with someone higher up on that one.

Poking her head out of the room, she called out to the others an apology and saying she would be right there, then returned to Jam’s Quarters and scribbled out a note for him to read later. It spoke of the wall communicator and the basics of how to use it, the servants’ numbers, the pouch with the modest amount of money on the nightstand he thankfully did not destroy yet, and a reminder to mark down his choice on his paper at his earliest convenience.

From there, she whisked out of the room and quietly shut the door, before moving toward the staircase alongside another maid and staring at the bed now blocking the lower part of it.

“Well…” she stated exasperatingly.

This one was going to be a handful. Maybe she’d request a raise.

Tag: The JAM @The Jedi in the Pumas

*****
Alice Berathee IC:
~Charjra’s Quarters, Elite Dreamers Estate~

As Charjra replied that she would also appreciate getting the contact information of Valynor and learning how to use the communicators in their rooms, Alice began to curtsey again.

“Of course, La—“

“ARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!”

Alice’s eyes went wide and she straightened immediately, her head turning to look up toward where they could barely manage to see the profile of each floor’s flight of stairs from where they stood in the foyer. The roaring and now crashing seemed to be coming from the top floor.

W-W-W-What was going on!?

“DO…UHHHGGHG….YOU THINK THE JAM WEAK? THESE COMFORTS ARE FOR PRETTY ELF BOYS AND LITTLE GIRLS!”

H-H-Huh!?

Alice’s eyes turned toward Adon nearby, wide and questioning. The purple-haired man could only shake his head, just as shocked as her. She glanced at the two elves with them, then back to the staircases….

Where bits of debris from a flying bed came flying down from the fourth floor. Most of the bed remained on the stair adjoining the third and fourth floors…but some managed to fly off far enough to come careening down to the foyer.

All of them had to move quickly out of the way, aghast at the sudden turn of events. She was glad not to be part of whatever that was!!!!

Alice only just caught Charjra looking at her, the elf’s darkened expression met with a blank one on the felinoid’s own.

“Please. Tell me the rooms …are…soundproof.”

Alice grimaced. “Not completely, Lady Charjra, but the walls are thick enough to cancel out mo—“

It seemed the dark elf remembered some information that had been stated about the locations of their rooms in between their other talk earlier and let her voice raise as well. Clearly unhappy.

“IS MY ROOM UNDER HIS?!”

Alice wasn’t sure, not completely, but it was….entirely possible given where her room was and the source of the yelling. She was now practically growling in another language, one that Alice sadly could not understand so could not respond to.

One of the older footmen was seen dashing off, up the stairs at this point, clearly to investigate what was going on.

The catgirl maid was showing some moderate signs of distress now as she seemed to fidget, her hands constantly playing with the hem of her skirt. Her eyes kept darting over to Adon, who seemed to just be analyzing the situation and keeping close to his own elite.

Yes. Keep close to my elite. That’s it. Just stick with Charjra and it’ll be f-fine….She won’t be angry at me, will she?

“And a bottle of good wine, may well be needed as well.”

“Yes, milady!” she practically yelped at the sudden statement. The poor girl was on edge now, to put it lightly.

When finally ready, they bid adieu to Valynor and Adon on the second floor and made their cautious, almost foreboding approach to Charjra’s room on the third floor. And she had been so looking forward to showing it off too!

....It was indeed right under The JAM's room. Oh boy. Alice made sure to quickly tell Charjra that if she requested it, workers would install soundproofing for her room as soon as possible. Probably more securing of the ceiling being potentially in order as well.

In any event, thankfully things had grown quiet by now and aside from some trying to figure out the bed on the stairs now, she was left to open the door and show the elf her accommodations without issue. Thankfully there were no holes in the ceiling.

“Since, I see no candles, I assume the lighting is like the others in this place. Can you show me how they work? And the other things, like how to take a bath and toiletries?”

Alice gave a nervous little smile, slowly coming down from the earlier panic, “Of course. I-I would be glad to!”

“Umm and I remember enough to know I prefer a more natural setting. Can we get something that makes me feel more like I’m in a forest setting?”

Alice tilted her head to the side, her eyes staring off as she thought about this. “We can easily adjust your room tomorrow to whatever you wish, but for tonight? Hm…I believe I can do at least a little something while you are in your bath. Tomorrow, we can focus on the exact specifications! A-Anyway, about the lights…”

From there, she showed her everything she knew about the room. Where everything was, how it all worked, the pouch with the money on the nightstand she mentioned earlier, and how to draw the bath and work the toiletries. She even pointed out the currently stalked food in the refrigerator and freezer in the modest kitchen, naming them and telling her what they were, until finally they stood again before the bathroom. Likely shortly before she took the bath she had intimated about. Alice also made sure to remind Charjra, as she had been instructed to do, about making her choice on her paper later as well.

“Is there anything else before I go and gather some things to spruce up your room, Lady Charjra?”

Once done, she would make sure the elven woman got herself set up well with the bath (aiding however and wherever necessary, if asked) then slipped out of the room, apologized that she couldn’t help with the misplaced bed fiasco, and scampered off to get some help from other servants.

When Charjra eventually emerged from her luxurious soak in the tub, she would find the room decorated with many plants, flowers, and even small potted trees dotted around the room. The lights dimmed to give the sense of a late forest evening. About twenty in all. Rather impressive they got that many in while she was in the bath really.

Alice was also in the room, just finishing washing her hands up after moving the plants with others (who had already left) in the kitchen, when the elven elite re-emerged. Quickly drawing her hands off, she moved to be seen and curtseyed again.

“I-I hope this is good for now?”

Tag: Charjra @Ktala

*****
Martha Sowerby IC:
~Elite Dreamers Estate, Shadow’s Reach~



The escorting and assistance of Miss Irryn went rather well, Martha found herself quite happy with the elite they assigned her to! Sometimes Cathy was rather harsh with what she had her do from time to time, she swore she found some enjoyment in it! She did!

Sebastian would save her from the worst of it. Sometimes. But then he had an odd little streak too at times. It was so hard to be a maid.

Still this was a good one, yeah?

Finishing off her aid to the kind and curious elite (felt nice to speak at length about home), she rounded everything off by telling her about the modest pouch of money on the nightstand that would help Irryn until she got her first pay and, as instructed, reminded her about making her choice on her paper.

And with a final: “Not at all, Miss, not at all!” She was out the door and about to go check in with the others…

When it all happened.

Within a matter of minutes, there Martha was, standing at the top of the stairs and staring down at the bed now messily decorating the middle of the path. Adrianna, who had been the unfortunate one to assist Jam and right after a scouting mission at that, coming to stand next to her.

“Well…”

“Reight…” she said aloud to the elf beside her without tearing her eyes away from the sight, “Nah then, ‘ere’s a doozy. ‘e did a reet grand job of it.”

“Martha.”

“Mm?”

“Just help with me this. I’ll owe you later.”

“Yes, Miss Adrianna!”

Tag: Irryn @darthhelinith

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Katrin Holstrom and Zel Charro IC:
~Grand Foyer, Elite Dreamers Estate~

Katrin watched as Wapoe seemed to greet the robot they spotted earlier not long after entering the building.

“Hey! Where have you been?”

She watched, interested, as the hooded elite began to converse with the orange-eyed Jupiter.

[I was in Cyber Engineering.]

The woman glanced toward the man paired with Jupiter, inclining her head with a smile. Zel returned the gesture warmly.



“Zel, I hope it—“

That was when the roaring and crashing started from up above, catching them all off guard. Both of their heads, as well as those of others nearby, shot up to wonder at what was going on. Thankfully, the bits of bed debris that managed to rain down to the foyer did not land too close to their little group. It was still rather sudden nevertheless.

“What do you suppose that could be?” gasped the maid.

“I have no idea, but Katrin, I believe both of our elites are stationed on the fourth floor, correct?”

Katrin turned her gaze to Zel, thinking for only a few seconds, before nodding in confirmation. “Ya?”

“Very good, you stay here with them and bring them both up for me when they are ready, I will go investigate what is going on.”

“Oh, ok. Be safe!” she called out worriedly while the older man was already dashing off after a hasty apology to Jupiter.

Zel turned to give a small wave in acknowledgment before concentrating on moving up the stairs, going a fair bit faster than expected.

Katrin cleared her throat and smoothed out her clothes, despite still being rather bothered by the noises above, “I am sure it will be handled quickly. Let me know when you are both ready to proceed, ok?”

Tag: Wapoe & Jupiter @Sinrebirth @Shadowsun

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Uriah Heep IC:
~Arthur’s Quarters, Elite Dreamers Estate~



Seeing as his assigned elite, Arthur, was rather quiet…and clearly drunk, Uriah found the walk back both easy and a little off-putting. He had been hoping to strike up at least a little conversation with the knightly looking man, perhaps see if they could become friends. Perhaps see if they could help each other in the future. One never knows.

But such as it was. Maybe next time.

With a quiet reveal of both the building and then his room on the third floor, Uriah showed him the amenities and how they all worked (if he was fully paying attention anyway), talked about the adequate amount of money on the nightstand in a pouch for Arthur until his first pay, and reminded him about making his choice on his paper. Just as he had been instructed to do, for Uriah always did his jobs well. Yes.

When the man moved to take off his armor, Uriah started walking toward him to assist, opening his mouth to formally ask…when he was instead, forestalled in advance.

“I can handle this, I’m pretty sure of that.”

“Of course, Mr. MacDonald. I understand,” Uriah stated, “I can offer to have your armor cleaned and modestly improved upon overnight, if you wish.”

He would take the armor in a nice bundle, in a bag he had managed to bring along (for he always ‘umbly prepared ahead of time), if agreed to. Uriah would instead just bow and state his understanding a second time, if declined.

As Arthur then chose to take the rest of the time to begin preparing for sleep, Uriah quickly backstopped out of the room.

“Goodnight, Mr. MacDonald. This most ‘umble Uriah wishes you well for tomorrow.”

Not long after the door was closed behind, he turned around and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, then reopened them and prepared to move on. When all the commotion started.

As the bed started flying down the nearby stairs, Uriah let out a cowardly screech and dropped his bag (armor within or not) and dropped to a crouch, leaning against the door and holding his hands up by his face.

“Oh, no, no, no!”

Despite the fact that the bed was not likely to graze him, but its proximity was frightening to the easily startled man nevertheless and was actually more in line to strike Oren full on. The younger man, who was caught flat-footed by surprise, could only stare as the furniture rushed through the air.

While Uriah cowered by Arthur’s door, Zel suddenly came running at a full sprint up from the second floor staircase, across the floor, and tackled the younger footman out of the way. Just barely in time as the bed came to a disastrous rest, still partially on the third/fourth floor stairs.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah…thanks, Zel. You really saved me on that one,” stammered Oren as he took the offered hand of the veteran footman and stood back up.

“Good, I am glad. Cannot afford to lose you young ones…” Zel replied warmly before looking over at Alice who had suddenly appeared from her room.

"Oh my! I-I-I'm sorry, Zel, sir! Lady Charjra is requesting some things and I r-really can't stay to help right now, i-it might..."

"It's ok, Alice. I understand, young lady. You have your priorities, go ahead."

"T-Thank you, sir!" the catgirl maid squeaked before dashing off, down the stairs, almost in a blur of speed.

With the conclusion of this, Zel now turned his head to slowly glance sidelong over at Uriah, who was just lowering his hands and starting to straighten up.

“I am glad you are also fine, Uriah,” Zel stated flatly, his tone changing. It was sharp like a dagger. Razor edge accentuating toward the red haired footman. There was some kind of history rather apparent here, the situation forcing it momentarily out into the open.

Patting out his outfit and grabbing the bag once more, Uriah just looked contemptuously over at him.

“Yes, well, I nearly wasn’t, you see. You did well in saving young Mr. Oren.”

“No thanks to you,” muttered the other redhead.

Uriah turned up his nose, “Not all of us can be heroes. I am just a most ‘umble servant. Now I have work to do as well…”

And with that, he unceremoniously left. Leaving an annoyed Zel and Oren to look up and begin coordinating with Adrianna and Martha above them, to clear the stairs swiftly.

Tag: Arthur @galactic-vagabond422

 

IC: Jo'Sua Dhatra
~Elite Dreamers Estate, Shadow’s Reach~

To his questions this footman had a simple answer. But it did have some interesting information which Jo'Sua did not stir at the mention of. Money and such.

“We can assist with that, not a problem. There are also places you can check for that aid as well in the city for purchase,” Oren pointed toward a nightstand not far off, “There is a pouch there with an adequate amount of currency used here in Shadow’s Reach until you receive your first pay. So you can feel more comfortable possibly touring the shops tomorrow.”

To his other question he heard as Oren went about doing as he requested. “I’m sorry, I do not have Miss Hanayo’s contact information, Lord Jo’Sua…but I will get it as soon as I drop off your armor to the smiths and have it delivered on a note to you overnight. Furthermore, I was informed to remind you to write down your choice on the paper.”

One last bow as Oren backed out of the room at last, “Rest well.”

Hissing softly Jo'Sua did his best to settle in. He was just feeling the drowsiness and darkness creep upon him when the noise began, loud and thunderous and - JAM. Sighing heavily from his bed he shifted on the makeshift bed. "Orcs." he softly retorted as he let himself be consumed by the weariness and fullness of the night.

Devoured unto sleep, but yet what dreams of life may yet this sleep portend? That two edged blessing that waited and now would have it's way with his mind and soul. Only dawns light would tell what things this night would wrought.

Only dawns light would tell.

Tag: @Darth_Elu

 

IC: Amaya Trakand

The newly found freedom was kind of scary to her. Also no one mentioned that they were going to get paid!? That was new, or maybe she had not paid attention to when that bit of information had been divulged.

That was uncharacteristic of her, given her past life of a knight errant or whatever. “Yes, I would like to get some money.” she nodded “Where can I find a map of the city? Also are there any areas that we should avoid?” any information should be useful.

“Also, where can I find a bit of...” Amaya grinned “...fun?”

She then blushed “Also do you know when that blue skinned servant ends her shift? You know, the one with the tentacles on her head...”

TAG: @Darth_Elu

 

WuWu Gow Go
-Third Floor, Elite Dreamer's Estate

"This room," WuWu began as she strolled slowly around the room. "It is comfortable, but doesn't something about it seem a bit old?" The question was posed to Jeannie Yardhouse and WuWu did not wait for an answer. She undressed, leaving her clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed and stretched her arms out. She stayed there for a full minute, eyes closed. Jeannie would be the first to see that on WuWu posterior was a tattoo going from her tailbone, down her left buttock, and down her left leg. It was a tattoo of a tail. Despite being a shapeshifter, what was WuWu's present form could be taken to be her "default" form. The tattoo was evident of that because, again, as a shapeshifter, should easily change it and in her former life....

Monkey.

The animal brought a smile to WuWu's face as she walked to the bathroom, beckoning Jeannie to follow.

She ran herself a bath and settled into the tub, lounging there. Luxury, even archaic in style, seemed to fit her. Having a maid, marble floors, and living a life of leisure. This was another aspect of WuWu that was becoming apparent to the woman herself. A curious feeling to have glimpses of one's own past, yet be unable to remember the entire thing in great detail. But she would not look back longer than necessary. Her current life...the life after the Genesis Pool was all that mattered. Why...

Why was there a need to fight in a world where luxuries like this seemed to be easily attained?

The unique combination of contrasting characters and technologies of this world...

It indeed made one wonder.

It made WuWu wonder.

Where were they in time? Because she felt like this world was behind her own timeline.

Ha.

There it was again. Those glimpses in time. Stay here. Stay present.

"Stay here." She said aloud, to herself and to Jeannie. The heat from her bath steamed her face and caused it to glisten in the bathroom light. How relaxing...

Once her bath was finished, WuWu wrapped herself in a towel and searched the bathroom for any oils and lotions that smelled to her liking. Cherry blossoms? No. Eucalyptus? Tempting, but no. Vanilla and lavender? Perfect. She collected the bottles and made her way to the bed, applying it to her body in a rehearsed manner before burrowing under the covers and falling to sleep.

Tag: @Darth_Elu

 

Charjra Myt'tar
~Charjra’s Quarters, Elite Dreamers Estate~

Charjra took in a few deep breaths, as she sought to calm herself. She looked back over at Alice, who was positively wide-eyed. She was not mad at the girl. She had nothing to do with it. With a nod, she followed Alice to her room.

After bidding the night to Valynor, they walked, and indeed she could see it was DIRECTLY under The JAM's room.

Alice made sure to quickly tell Charjra that if she requested it, workers would install soundproofing for her room as soon as possible. Probably more securing of the ceiling being potentially in order as well. Charjra nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a good idea." she mused.

Alice then opened the door and show the elf her accommodations without issue. With the first glance, Charjra gave a smile.

When she asked Alice about changing the room around abit, Alice was quick to reply. “We can easily adjust your room tomorrow to whatever you wish, but for tonight? Hm…I believe I can do at least a little something while you are in your bath. Tomorrow, we can focus on the exact specifications! A-Anyway, about the lights…” As Alice explained how things worked to her, Charjra removed some of her armor and pads as she followed Alice around, looking at the various switches and contractions meant to turn thing on and off. Charjra placed her tiny candle on the table.

“Is there anything else before I go and gather some things to spruce up your room, Lady Charjra?”

Charjra smiled. "No, I think I can manage the bath on my own," she stated, and gave the woman a nod. Charjra had to laugh softly as Alice quickly disappeared. The girl didnt need teleportation. Impressive.

Charjra looked around, pulling out some very loose and comfortable feeling sleeping clothes. Gathering a towel, she went in, and after feeling amazed at just how much water came from the fixtures, enjoyed a very calming bath, finding things to scent the warm water. It was wonderful.

When Charjra finally did emerge from the bath, she stopped, her eyes going wide, as she looked around.

Amazing!!

Charjra found the room decorated with many plants, flowers, and even small potted trees dotted around the room. The lights dimmed to give the sense of a late forest evening. About twenty in all. Rather impressive they got that many in while she was in the bath really.

Alice was also in the room, washing her hands. Quickly drawing her hands off, she moved to be seen and curtseyed again.

“I-I hope this is good for now?”

Charjra looked about the room, and then looked back towards Alice. When she did, she was smiling from ear to ear.

"Wonderful Alice!! It was absolutely perfect, considering the short time you had to get this done. She had a towel wrapped around her body, as she dried her long white hair. Her blue eyes sparkled.

"It's absolutely beautiful. Thank you Alice." Charjra told the young girl, as she walked over and began to gently touch the plants as if feeling their energies as she walked about. She walked over to her small candle, scooping it up in her hand, and placing it closer to her bed.

"I believe I will sleep well indeed now. Thank you, Alice."

Charjra waited until Alice had left, and then she carefully dimmed the lights a bit lower. Her elven eyes adapted quickly to the lower light levels. She dropped the towel and pulled and wrapped up her hair. She put on the comfy-looking bit of clothing, and then sat on her bed. She was tired, but far too excited to sleep. But put the candle in front of her, and went into a meditation.

And she waited.

She wanted to feel the return of what she felt was missing. Of what she had felt earlier. She held the candle in her lap. She concentrated on a simple command.

'Light.'

The covers were pulled around her like a small nest. She would decide if she would keep the bed or not later. Probably yes. It was oh so comfy. Her breathing slowed, as she sat still, listening, and meditating.


TAG: Darth_Elu

 

OOC: Just wrapping up scenes for those of you who have posted here already. Unfinished combos shall continue without worry. The update to move things along will come in a few days!

Lily Watkins IC:
~Elite Dreamers Estate, Shadow’s Reach~

Lily continued to lead her assigned elite all the way to the Elite Dreamers Estate where all of their sleeping quarters were to be. She nodded again succinctly at the mention of wanting to pay. What sane person wouldn’t?

At the following questions, the woman furrowed her brow in thought.

“I can supply you with a map by the morning if you wish, though you can always speak with HAL 9000 anywhere you see it. It particularly likes to act as a type of directory especially at its ‘main block’ in the Central Quarter,” the woman seemed surprisingly unperturbed by the entity as she spoke, “As for areas to avoid…”

She was quiet a moment outside the building. “Avoid the dark magic training areas unless you are being instructed in them, if you can help it. Also….the House of the Horned Legion and the Burning Legion Embassy. Personally, I find both groups repulsive, though I’ll assist them if ordered to.”

As she ushered in Amaya into the grand foyer, giving her a moment to enjoy the scenery, she remarked upon her last two questions.

“For fun? Well, I certainly don’t know your definition of fun, but if I were to wager a guess…” the woman sighed as she thought then held up a finger for each potential suggestion. “Here in the Common Quarter there is Club Corvinus if you want to dance, drink, and ‘party’. Most active at night, like now, though I heavily suggest you get your rest this time. The Battle Craze Dojo in the Central Quarter, if you want to get some aggression out. I know many warrior types seem to think this is a great way to have…fun. Though I’d also suggest the Hot Springs in the Leadership Quarter. It’s beyond relaxing, if I do say so.”

Lily dutifully continued to lead Amaya to her room, “And as for the blue servant--I forget what they're called--I’m afraid I do not know. But I will inquire and deliver a note to you as soon I learn after settling you into your quarters, Lady Trakand.”

From there, she pointed out the pouch of currency she had mentioned to her earlier, detailed how the room worked and everything in it (it was complete with kitchen and bathroom), as well as the wall communicator and the number to call her or the other servants if required; then bade her to remember to mark her choice on her paper and a good night.

She also took any armor of Amaya’s for cleaning and modest improvement overnight if she wished it.

And now, the exhaustion of the day would finally beginning to wear on the woman and what she did in the privacy of her own room was up to her and her alone.

Tag: Amaya @TheAdmiral

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Jeannie Yardhouse IC:
~Wuwu’s Quarters, Elite Dreamers Estate~



The stroll from the room that had held the feast for the elites to Wuwu’s Quarters was a simple affair and mostly quiet as the woman had much to mull over in her mind. Jeannie did not mind this, it made things easier. She calmly just led her where she needed to be and did her best to avoid the madness outside the room that seemed to erupt not long after they got inside.

She was glad she was in here.

Jeannie quickly launched into the trained preamble about the quarters, what was all in it and how it worked, and pointed out the bag of money on the nightstand. When she was done, her assigned elite seemed to take a walk around for herself and give it another look over.

“This room. It is comfortable, but doesn’t something about it seem a bit old?”

The woman tilted her head in mild confusion as she looked around. “Old, milady? I am afraid I do not know what you mean.”

Wuwu hadn’t waited for her answer, but instead undressed swiftly. Jeannie moved to assist automatically, but found it was not necessary this time around. She marveled at the tattoo going across a large length of her body. She had seen some with tattoos before, but never up close. Not like this.

“Beautiful…” she breathed softly.

As beckoned, she followed Wuwu into her bathroom to aid her however she wished and then stayed when told. She did not mind lingering as requested, it was part of her duties after all. She could not stay the whole night, there was much she was accountable for, but a while…yes. She could do that. With pleasure as Lady Gow Go seemed a companionable sort. Jeannie found it was easy to relax around her and that was a blissful reward to discover around here, all on its own.

She spoke of the choice Wuwu would need to mark down on her paper before she forgot and that when her full memories returned, she could request any changes to her room if she wanted. From there it was more idle talk about how she was doing and the evaluations from earlier, if allowed.

Soon enough, she helped her pick out the oils and lotions desired before bidding her a goodnight and slipping back out the front door.

Tag: Wuwu @The Jedi in the Pumas

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Alice Berathee IC:
~Charjra’s Quarters, Elite Dreamers Estate~

The look of amazement and utter glee on Charjra’s face when she resurfaced from the bath produced a large grin on Alice’s own. This was much better than earlier, nearly helping her forget the fiasco that had occurred. (She was still grateful she hadn’t needed to bother herself with it…poor others.)

“Wonderful Alice!! It was absolutely perfect, considering the short time you had to get this done. It’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you Alice.”

The girl bowed low, suffused with happiness at the compliments and a job well done. “I’m glad to hear it, milady! I managed to get some help quickly as we had others on the first floor on standby incase anything like this was necessary. And, well, magic always helps.”

The catgirl giggled lightly. Her levity finally allowing her to relax.

“I believe I will sleep well indeed now. Thank you, Alice.”

“You are very welcome, Lady Charjra!”

From there she inquired if she needed anything else and then soon bid her a goodnight when all things were accomplished, quietly backing up and out the door. The elf was, at long last, left to her own thoughts and nothing else.

As she tried an old, simple command, hoping against hope…

Light.

…she would find it stubbornly resistant. All throughout the night, whenever she tried, it would defiantly stand there starkly unlit from any such attempts, as if on a mission to disappoint her.

‘Yeah, you just keep trying, lady,’ one could almost imagine it sarcastically saying.

Yet the peace of the room, now that things were quiet, nevertheless permeated the air and would at least give that serenity she also sought.

Tag: Charjra @Ktala

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Adon Garitt IC:
~Elite Dreamers Estate, Shadow’s Reach~

Adon found himself doing his best to steer himself, Valynor, Alice, and Charjra subtly away from the little bit of ‘bed debris’ that found itself raining all the way down to the foyer of the building. Whatever was going on, he was most relieved to find himself here with his elite. Not up there with that one.

Once he felt like things had calmed enough, he nodded to the other three and led the way to the second floor. It was here that he and Valynor bid adieu to Charjra and Alice, watching them ascend the stairs to the third floor.

“This way, Valynor,” he put in quietly.

Before long, they were within the elf’s quarters and Adon had demonstrated everything within, pointed out the pouch of currency on the nightstand for until they got their first pay, reminded him to mark his choice on his paper soon, and assisted him in any manner that he wished.

When that was all done, he bowed low and smiled.

“It was genuinely a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Valynor. I hope I come to help you again in the future. I bid you goodnight.”

As he slipped outside the door, he gave him one last parting compliment, unknowing of its ramifications the moment it left his lips…

“Truly, you’d be right at home in the White Tower, in my opinion…”

Before he could respond, the door was closed and he was gone. But now Valynor at last had the peace and privacy of his own thoughts and those alone to keep him company. However he finished the night was up to him, though exhaustion was most certainly settling in.

Tag: Valynor @greyjedi125

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Katrin Holstrom & Zel Charro IC:
~Elite Dreamers Estate, Shadow’s Reach~

When things had finally calmed down, Katrin motioned to the two elites currently under her care. She noticed Adon nearby doing much the same with those with him as well. The woman gave him an approving nod and warm smile when their eyes briefly met.

Leading Wapoe and Jupiter up the stairs, with a simple “This way,” she would eventually come to the third floor where Zel was standing beside a bed that had just been set down in the middle of the space between rooms. It had only just been cleared. He as well as Adrianna, Martha, and Oren were all red faced and catching their breath from the expended effort of moving the thing off the staircase behind them.

“My, that was quite a temper, ya?”

“It is not wholly unsurprising,” Adrianna replied amid catching her breath, “for orcs.”

“I see. You do have more time spent with them than I.”

Adrianna gave an aggrieved expression, “I wish you wouldn’t phrase it like that, Katie.”

Katrin merely smiled apologetically and shrugged, then paused as Zel held up a hand to her.

“Go ahead and allow me to finish escorting Jupiter in a moment, Katrin. You take Lord Wapoe to his room as planned.”

“Will do.”

Curtseying to Jupiter, Katrin did just that and led Wapoe around the others and up the stairs to his quarters at last.

“Martha, please contact Sebastian and let him know what I should do with this bed after I get Jupiter settled.”

“'kay!”

The girl turned away as if for privacy, pulled back a sleeve, and began seemingly speaking into her wrist. Clearly a communication device of some kind she was wearing.

“Adrianna, could you kindly give Cathy a report about all this then go ahead and get some rest.”

“My pleasure, Zel. Don’t overdo it,” she stated with gratitude before bowing to the elite nearby and then walking briskly down the stairs they just came up from.

“Thank you, Adrianna. I will not. Oren, go ahead and take care of Lord Jo’Sua’s armor that I see you gathered, then make sure to get some rest yourself.”

“Yes, sir!” stated the redheaded boy who gathered up the dropped armor, bowed to Jupiter as well, then moved hurriedly away as if to catch up on lost time.

“Mr. Zel.”

“Yes, Martha?”

“He says to place it in Warehouse B for now. Says he’ll make room for it immediately.”

Zel smiled at the girl, “Thank you. Go ahead and get some rest now yourself after making sure no one else needs any assistance.”

“Reight!”

The girl curtseyed to Jupiter too and then left as well. Zel now focusing on him at last.

“My apologies, let us continue to your room now. I’ll come back for this afterward.”

From there, he finally escorted him the rest of the way to his room.

In each’s case, their respective escort showed them their room and all the amenities, answered basic questions, pointed out the pouch of money on a nightstand (a gift until their first pay), and reminded them to make their choice soon. Once satisfied that everything was good and their elites settled in, they bowed out of their rooms and left them to their own privacy at last.

Back outside the rooms, Zel waved off Katrin’s help and instead told her to go find and assist Oren. She did so after making sure he was certain. With that the man took a deep breath, descended the stairs, and placed a hand on Jam’s rejected bed.

His eyes took in the area all around him.

“Our new elites…a sign of things to come, perhaps? A diverse group and much energy. I only hope they are exactly what we need…”

And with that, the older footman and the bed that caused such a fuss minutes previously, disappeared in a momentary billow of teal smoke…a smattering of teal sparks seen within the cloud.

Truly teleportation was such a handy skill to have as a servant.

Tag: Wapoe & Jupiter @Sinrebirth @Shadowsun

 

IC: Valynor Syndoriel
Elite Dreamers apartment

It was undeniable that the accommodations for the Elite Dreamers were luxurious and quite satisfying. They certainly met the red haired elf’s sense of aesthetic beauty, as evinced by the pleasant smile he wore.

Valynor bade Lady Charjra a polite ‘good night’ as her room was on a different floor, then followed his escort, Adon to his room proper. Upon entering, Valynor was once again impressed by the sumptuousness of their accommodations.

“It’s like something out of a dream….” He half joked, which was an indication of how well pleased he was.

Turning back to Adon, he was about to say something when a terrible noise disturbed the peaceful ambience. At hearing the racked and the boisterous noise, Valynor crunched his nose in displeasure. Why was he not surprised that THE JAM would be the one causing all the ruckus.

“How is he even an Elite?” He finally spoke his doubts aloud, amid the terrible sounds of destruction. Thankfully it was happening on a different floor, which caused him to sigh. At least that was a small consolation.

Forcing himself to ignore the ongoing unpleasantness, Valynor adopted a pleasant demeanor once again as they both entered his room, at which point Adon made a point to familiarize the Elite with all the amenities and other details he would need to know regarding the room and his first day in Shadow’s Reach.

Valynor understood almost everything, but it became clear that the elf needed to familiarize himself with the wizardry named technology. A minor set back for someone with his keen mind.

Kind words were then spoken at the end of the demonstration.

“Thank you Adon for your time, guidance and hospitality. It is very much appreciated.”

“It was genuinely a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Valynor. I hope I come to help you again in the future. I bid you goodnight.”

“And a good night to you.”

Then something strange happened.

“Truly, you’d be right at home in the White Tower, in my opinion…”

Before he could respond, the door was closed and Adon was gone, leaving Valynor to wonder how did the escort know of the White Tower and where had he heard of it, because…allegedly, it was a place that only existed in his dreams? according to the Baron.

Valynor shook his head and did not focus on that particular mystery, as he was much too tired to contemplate it. Instead, he moved over to the ornate writing desk and scribed on parchment the choice he had made for himself.

'Wizard'

A sense of deep satisfaction washed over the elf as he finished scribing the word. It felt right, deep in his spirit where it really mattered, so much so that it made him smile in a genuine way. Such self-awareness was not the stuff of dreams. This felt much too real.

“Well, that’s done.” he declared with finality, moving away from the desk and making his way towards the room of bathing. Oncer again, out of sheer habit, Valynor removed his overcoat and tossed it, fully expecting it to float towards the closet space and hang itself up, but no such thing happened. His over coat simply fell to the floor.

Valynor huffed, then chuckled as he bent down and picked up his discarded top.

“Laugh it up….” he said to no one in particular. “This is only temporary, I’ll show you real magic soon enough.” He promised as he neatly placed the garment on the bed.

“Now for a long hot shower, then sleep.”

With that, the elf made his way towards the room of bathing, already anticipating the rejuvenating feel of running water. Of course, nothing would be better than having ‘The Book of Mana’ he had requested after Adon informed there was no ‘Idiot’s Guide’. Still, even so, he would sleep a sound sleep this night, expecting a brighter tomorrow, hopefully one filled with actual magic…magic that he could wield.



Tag: @Darth_Elu

 

OOC 1: Remember, if you are in mid-combo, it is ok. We can post it retroactively while you also respond to this. Secondly, I’ll finally need all of your official class choices if you haven’t made it clear yet, everyone.

In The Dark Of The Night
~Welcome to Yourself~

As the night wore on, all of the elites would eventually find themselves at rest. Whether asleep or not, the period of time that they could at last claim as their own was at hand. No one else to bother them, just themselves and their thoughts. Or dreams, such as ironies go.

At differing points everyone that had requested something would get that which they had desired, though they do not notice when they actually arrive. For example…

For Ayira, she would receive her armor cleaned and modestly improved as promised. No major upgrades or anything special, not at this time, but it is still noticeably better than before at the very least. The armor was polished to a highly reflective sheen, likely better than she ever remembered it being.

For Valynor, Charjra, and Patriarch…their requested tomes on magic would be delivered with a quickly penned note apologizing there was no general edition or beginner’s guide to Omniversal Magic, but instead found something regarding magic from another realm altogether that they thought might interest them. Valynor and Charjra both also had each other’s contact informations so they could commune with one another from the privacy of their personal quarters as well, if desired. For Patriarch, his armor would also be returned with that modest improvement, thorough cleaning, and high polish as well. There seemed to be special care taken around the areas where runes once were.

For Jo’Sua, his armor would be returned as well with the modest improvement and while nothing toward stealth was readily visible at this time, there was a noticeable difference toward damage prevention as requested and somehow it just seemed to fit with him better. Like it was tailored even more specifically to a wraith-like entity such as himself somehow. Ignoring such things, the armor was cleaned and polished as well. There were also robes, similar to his current ones though in better condition, folded and set atop the armor. No alterations since he had not gone through such things yet, but at least in good shape. In addition, a note with contact information for one 'Hanayo Akimisha' was supplied.

For Amaya, her armor would be returned improved, cleaned, and polished to that amazing mirror sheen if she had requested it done before Lily left her. There was also a note detailing the contact information for one ‘Salucthia T’keros.’ That servant perhaps?

For The JAM, there were a lot of weights delivered. A testament to his sound sleep that he didn’t hear them being brought in. Or perhaps their skill at staying silent? Either way, there were about twenty-five differing types of weights laid out around the room for him to try. There were also about ten different types of skulls set on a table for him to display however he wanted, with a note saying more and whatever types of skull scould be delivered if he wished. Just ask.

For Arthur, if he managed to request it before falling asleep, his armor would also be returned in that superior quality much like the others. Modestly improved, thoroughly cleaned, and polished to that spectacular mirror sheen.

For all others, if there was anything else they managed to request before their escorting servant had left, they too found it delivered without fail at some point in the night.

Now. At last. With that all notwithstanding…



No matter in what state they were in. Whether asleep or awake. Whether active or at peace. Whether reading, eating, bathing, or anything else. Whether deep within their thoughts or at a calming blank within their mind…

There came a peculiar tickle at the back of their mind. Something trying to scratch itself back to the surface of their consciousness. Pushing aside sensations, thoughts, dreams. It was not painful, but there was just. So. Much. Weight behind it.

A runaway train that would not be denied. One had called them their Lies of Life. How intriguing that such apparent lies still held so much strength to them. Could they truly be called lies if they yet formed their very being with all the power of truth? Could they honestly be called truth if they no longer held any basis in reality, much as had been stated?

Questions, questions. To be pondered or to be forgotten. But there was one thing to no longer be forgotten.

Their memories. Their experiences. Their victories. Failures. Joy. Sorrow. Rage. Pleasure. Achievements. Ruination. Pride. Disgust. Families. Friends. Places. Enemies. Rivals.

Their pain. Their love. Their abilities. Their magic.

All of it.

All…

Of themselves.

What once was gone has now returned. And they would never be the same again.

On this night, at this place, as the lights and stars twinkled onward and the candles flickered……..

Shadow’s Reach silently trembled and members of The Council took notice.

Tag: Everyone

@spacelady @Mitth_Fisto @The Jedi in the Pumas @darthhelinith @galactic-vagabond422 @TheAdmiral @Ktala @Sinrebirth @Shadowsun @greyjedi125 @Master Vo'Un'Var @HanSolo29

OOC 2: A note, former magic is still sadly gone. But now they at least have the memories of it and what they once could do. If you wish to discuss what may or may not have actually returned to them along with their memories (no promises), please PM me and we can talk about it.

Without further ado, please make great use of this time to wow us. Amaze us. This is quite literally Your Scene. You can do anything, there are no limits! Tell us your character’s story. Their life was within a dream, so all is possible and it doesn’t even need to fully make sense. Or complete sense. That is up to you. Nothing here can be considered god-modding.

This is your moment. Take it to the fullest!

 

The Patriarch
​

The Patriarch leaned back against the bed rest, his eyes drifting down to the books. He scanned their contents, his mind devouring the information that was set before him. The two books he had been gifted were of great interest. One tilted 'Introduction to Magic: The Grand Zafiran Academy', the other seemed to deal with primarily psionic magic. He found it truly fascinating, it would seem when he regained his memories he would have to relearn magic from some other world. Unless of course, he could find his own world.

As he contemplated this there was a pulsating sensation the vibrated through his body. A hidden self rising to the surface. He became giddy with anticipation he knew what this was, his memories. At long last the moment he had been waiting for. Once he knew himself he could finally set his motions into action.

The pale-skinned man closed his eyes as his memories rushed back to him, the scenes of his youth, the eons of research, the lives he had taken, the loves he had lost.

---

Headquarters of the Holy Order, Within Basileus

​

The hidden chamber of the Patriarch was cold, impossibly cold. His breath formed a chilled fog on the air, his eyes closed in anticipation, the runes on his armor giving a somber pulsating glow of purple, dying down to a quiet stillness as a small rhythmic knock pounded on the chamber door.

"Enter"

He intoned. He knew who it was, Ulthwe. The foolish oaf, the Aeldari had never learned his place, he thought he could come and go as he pleased, an error the Patriarch would soon be able to correct.

The door opened as the tall elegant man stepped forward, his face smeared with the face of someone born and molded of privilege, his superiority baked into every fiber of his being.

Ulthwe, Grand Cleric of the Aeldari​

The Patriarch had been looking out from a small window, gazing upon the city of Basileus below. He viewed as the airships went by, the familiar feel of smoke and steam going by, the technology of the mortals so quaint and yet so fascinating. His mind reformulating the plan he had in mind. The pieces were so close, everything was fitting neatly into its proper place. Centuries of planning had lead to this moment. The day he would become the god of this realm. The Age of the Patriarch was about to begin.

"Another investigation from the Primarch I take it? Ever since your stay here, you have done nothing but pester me,"

Intoned the masked man, giving a sideways glance to the Aledari. Their blues eyes meeting in a show of resentment. Ulthwe ignored the Patriarch's comments, for now, it was not the time to rise to it.

"The synthetic draconium, I presume it is finished"

Ah yes, draconium, the substance of this world that allowed one to boost one's magical power. Usually, a naturally occurring resource the Patriarch had been manufacturing a synthetic variety that bent the will of those that partook of it to his will. Although this was only the first step, for years he had worked to purify the crystal removing this side effect. This pure draconium, if used by one powerful enough, would augment one's magical ability beyond what could be dreamed of. How ironic that this all existed in the plane of dreams.

The masked man turned back towards the window, waving a metallic hand as a glass vial moved slowly from his desk over to the Grand Cleric. Inside was a shard of a deep black crystal.

"And this is pure, the side effects have been purged?"

Patriarch gave a small nod, Ulthwe tilting his head in contemplating as he broke the vial, taking the crystal inside and consuming it.

"For your own sake there better not be any deception at play, the Primarch will be most unforgiving even if you are M-"

The Patriarch whipped around, raising his hand upward, four pillars of earth rising up around the man, with more pieces of earth forming bridges between them, squeezing the helpless Aeldari.

"You have earned no right to speak my name, you should learn your place mortal,"

He then closed his eyes, loosening the bonds slightly before staring back at Ulthwe.

"What does it matter you are already too late..."

The man's eyes grew slightly in confusion.

"What do you mean I am already too late?"

The Patriarch bent his head back slightly, the mask melting away to reveal his face, his runes glowing a deep purple, a deep hissing noise pierced the room as a great wave of magical energy slammed across the room.

"The shipment of 'pure' draconium has been sent off, ready to be consumed by the Primarch, only it may not be as pure as you would like to believe,"

Ulthwe's eyes grew wide in horror.

"What? You-- you traitor... what did I just consume?" Ulthwe had never fully trusted the man but at a fundamental level, he thought they wanted to at least achieve the small goal.

The Patriarch smirked, holding up another vial by his side. It appeared identical to the one he had handed to Ulthwe.

"The one you just consumed fool was imperfect and now you will be bent to my will, along with that upstart Primarch Dantius,"

He gave a small incline of the head, breaking the vial and holding the crystal out in front of him.

"This, this is the only pure draconium I ever made, with it, I shall finally achieve my full potential and rid myself of this wretched armor that binds my true essence,"

With that he threw the crystal up into the air, opening his mouth the crystal landing in it as he swallowed it. The runes on the armor began to glow more intensely, after a moment they slowly began to peel off, falling to the ground around him. He raised his hand up, snapping his fingers as Ulthwe eyes turned a solid black.

"Now you are mine"

---

The Patriarch looked down on the city below, he was hovering several hundred feet above the Basileus, the screams of mortals carrying through the air as the fires of his wrath leaped from building to building. His blue eyes had turned golden, his hair had grown long, flowing majestically by his side. In his hands, he wielded devasting power, the magic of the pure draconium flowing through his veins, augmenting his already epic power to new heights.

​

A figure floated in front of him, that of his wife, the warrior stood firm in front of him, his cold golden eyes gazing down at her.

"What are you doing? This is madness! The mortals are not your playthings for you to do as you wish,"

The dispassionate face of the Patriarch tilted down, looking over the ruined city and back to Taldeer.

"We could have ruled together Taldeer, if only you were not so blind, it would be the age we always dreamed of, an era of enlightenment, of progress unfettered, not an age of dragons, magic or technology, but one of prosperity, one of purpose, one of glory,"

​

"Built on the blood of mortals, prosperity for who? Purpose for what? For you? A kingdom of madness, the mortals did not ask for this, they have the right to be free, not to be enslaved to your will,"

The Patriarch scoffed.

"You and your precious mortals... Do you know how easy it was to convince the mortals that the dragons were hiding among them? How quick they were to turn on each other, their mistrust all too easy to entice. They have no higher purpose, just meandering through life with no destination, no sense of the possibilities they could achieve,"

He raised his hand up, a mixture of fire, water, earth, and air colliding into one ball of mass building in power as he continued to speak, directed toward Taldeer.

"In a past age I would have asked you to join me as my queen, we would have been the gods of this new age, the eternal age, one without sickness, without death, an everlasting march to truth, one where we could guide the lesser races to their fullest in service of the truth, but I know you would just ruin it, your so-called 'compassion' blinding you from the true work that must be done. That is why you must die,"

Taldeer gazed down, tears flowing down her face as she looked back up at the Patriarch, at her husband and the monster he had become.

"And what of our daughter, where we should fit in this grand design of yours?"

The Patriarch froze for a moment, his mind stopped, the ball of elemental energy dimmed for a moment as he looked down in contemplation.

"Our... daughter..."

He looked back up at Taldeer, his arm outstretched once more, refocusing on the woman, the energy building once more.

"Destiny has chosen me to be its king, I can only hope our daughter is wise enough to learn this simple truth,"

A quiet silence between the two of them, before he unleashed his blast of energy, Taldeer's body becoming eviscerated in the process. A quiet somber sadness stretched over his face as he gazed back down on the ruined city below.

---

The Patriarch felt himself sweating as his mind was brought back to the room at Genesis Gate, a small smile crossing his face. Now he remembered, now he understood the sensation he felt when he looked at Ayira, the reason he wore his armor and hid his face. Now he knew his purpose.

He was a god.

But his power was stripped of him, and it would seem it would take quite some time for him to regain his former strength, not to mention this body did not have the aid of pure synthetic draconium. No matter, in time he would regain mastery of these aspects, Genesis Gate promised him greater power than Aurelias ever could. His mind drifted ideally to that of his daughter, Lirena. A surge of sadness welled up within him. She never existed, or at least that was what he had been told. But the memory of her, of those times when he had taught her, of the times he had spoken to her, the few brief moments he forgot about his path to power and he could just be a father.

Another sudden realization hit him, that of his true nature. No matter as long as he had his armor he would...

His armor.

The horrifying enlightenment hit him, the armor was not enchanted, it could not aid him in sealing... but his magic was gone so what would that mean? As he processed this a great wave of pain washed over him. His body began to contort, his muscles seemingly growing larger, howling in pain for another form. He dropped from the bed to the floor, gasping for air as he staggered to get back up.

So much for being a god.

It must have been the return of the memories that triggered it, there was no other possible explanation. He managed barely to get to the door, opening it to wander down the hallway, in desperate search of anyone or anything that could help him.

TAG: @Darth_Elu (Combo as discussed)

 

OOC: Double post allowed by @Darth_Elu, a combo with @Darth_Elu

IC: The Patriarch
A while previous...

The Patriarch nodded at the answers HAL gave, accepting them for now and inwardly pleased that he would not have to make his selection so hastily. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Ayira looking at him as he had spoken. He noted it, dismissing the thoughts that sprung up in his head.

He then turned to view the newcomers the servants to escort them to their sleeping quarters. The one that was assigned to him he was intrigued by, the teeth that she wore as decoration. Her attractiveness did not escape him although he did not dwell on it.

He sensed that there was a separation of rank between the two of them, based on how she and the others spoke. They were elites after all, noting this he tactfully replied, standing tall over the servant.

"Great one? No address me as Lord Patriarch,"

His tone was not harsh but firm, a mistake that was understandable but not to be punished.



The maid known as Tahara dipped her head in acknowledgment at the elite's words. There was no sign of mocking, dry resignation, or anything. Just a calm, professional, and genuine acceptance of his input.

"Of course, my apologies, Lord Patriarch. Forgive me for my rudeness."

She straightened, her visible amber eye taking the masked man in with quiet preparedness and a hint of curiosity. And why not? These were the new elites after all, met for only the first time.

"Please, allow me to show you the way, if you are ready?" she intoned while gracefully gesturing in the direction they were to go with an outstretched, slender arm. Golden bangles clinking softly at the movement.

"It would have been rude if it had been intentional, ignorance is forgivable, if only for a temporary time,"

The Patriarch gave a quiet nod, letting her lead the way as he followed. He inclined his head, curious as to where this woman was from.

Gesturing with his metal gauntlets in a vague motion as he spoke he looked toward the maid as he continued to speak.

"Tell me Tahara, what corner of this Omniverse are you from? And perhaps more intriguingly are you able to access magic, whatever form that may be from where you are from?"

Tahara gave a slight smile toward The Patriarch and his reply.

"I see the wisdom in that, thank you again."

Their footsteps fell quietly along the floor, hers more than his due to the armor, as they proceeded toward and through the door. From there, they emerged into the night of Shadow's Reach, a slight breeze in the air and the moonlight glinting beautifully off the domes of the Evaluation Chamber.

She was talking though, from right before they reached the door, and her face tilted upward to appreciate the stars above as she spoke. A hint of nostalgia in her voice.

"I come from a relatively little known part of the Omniverse from what I understand. The name of my world is Korr Avana. Accidentally stumbled across a Genesis Gate scouting party, Lord Patriarch," she explained calmly without slowing, "Some of them possessed potent magic like I had never seen and from that moment, I pledged myself to them..."

Her dark hair shifted as she turned her head to gaze upon the elite she was escorting, "From where I come from, I was born to serve those of great power. Magic especially in my case. I was...as we say...'adrift.' Unpledged. I had not yet found one to bind myself to; though it was only a matter of time. Tradition dictated when that time came, it was to the most powerful before me. However, the moment I saw them, there was not a doubt in my mind."

Tahara paused just long enough to look about them, gauge where the others were around them and make sure all was well as she had been trained to do, then glanced at Patriarch and continued.

"They were actually hesitant to bring me at first, it was not their...objective. But I insisted many times and persevered until they did, and now, here I am." She gestured about them with a single hand, to emphasize her words.

"As for magic..." her voice drifted off and her amber eyes gazed at him as she paused in the street not far from the entrance to the Evaluation Chamber.

Quietly, she held her left hand out, palm up. The dark of the night nearly hiding her, if not for the moonlight. And then with a soft snap, so soft it was near like it was trying not to disturb those around them...a little flame appeared in her hand. She held it for a few seconds calmly, as well as his gaze.

"Yes, my Lord Patriarch. I am proud to say that I possess the gift."

It was likely that Tahara could do much more than just the one tiny, glowing flame, but it was enough to prove her ability. With a delicate closing of her hand, the flame silently snuffed out and she turned to continue leading the elite toward their destination.

"I am honored you wished to inquire about me," her voice a mix of intrigue and gentleness. So fitting for those traversing in the otherwise still darkness.

Patriarch's sparkled at the sight of magic. Normally he would think nothing of it but he had been so magic deprived that even the smallest display of it gave him great wonder. The other information she had spoken of her home world also intrigued the masked man, particularly the idea of this 'bonding'.

"Most intriguing, so did you bind yourself to Genesis Gate? To the council? To an individual in particular?" He tilted his head as they continued to walk, his enhanced hearing allowing him to hear snippets of Valynor's conversation with his own servant, something to do with some midnight reading, the same thought then popped into his mind.

"Additionally, I require two books. One on an introduction to 'mystic' or as I would say elemental magic and another on 'psion' magic,"

As they progressed down the street leading to the Common Quarter from the Genesis District, which held the Evaluation Chamber, Tahara nodded understandingly.

"To Genesis Gate itself, as I see it. I have not regretted it, there are many powerful ones here to serve and learn from. I suspect you'll be very happy with your arrangements soon enough. If you crave magic, there is plenty of it here. Some more wondrous than the last."

At his request, she looked at him approvingly while they closed in on the cross street ahead. "I can easily acquire those for you after I've made sure you are comfortable with your room, Lord Patriarch."

"Very good,"

The Patriarch smiled to himself, although he could not recall his memories there was a sense of familiarity to the whole process, a servant fetching what he required, a luxury he did not even know he had missed. For the remainder of their little journey, he remained silent, busy within his own thoughts.

He found himself walking beside Ayira, casting a glance in her direction before quickly looking away. Whatever feeling had been stirred within him had triggered the brief return of his memories which had been most unpleasant. He did his best to squelch any ideal thoughts as he finally came to the elites quarters.

He cast a glance to Tahara, musing briefly to himself. He wondered how powerful she of a mage she was. What magic she could conjure. She had only shown him a small fraction, a tease of what dwelled within. He wanted more.

"Well, Tahara, which one is my room?"

In time the pair soon found themselves within the Elite Dreamers Estate and its grandiose surroundings. Tahara noted how Patriarch seemed unmoved by the display. Somewhere within his subconscious, he must be used to such things she figured based upon the non-reaction. The woman counted herself as impressed in that case.

"Your room is on the third floor, Lord Patriarch," she answered calmly, moving toward the stairs. "Right this way."

Once he was ready, she would help take the armored man reach his destination at last, with a quiet opening of the door and a little bow as she moved out of the way so he could enter first as was proper.

"This is your room. I hope you find it to your liking? When your memories return, you can request any changes you would like and we will do our best to accommodate you."

The Patriarch followed her up to his room, taking a step inside he found himself taking in the room. It would do, for now.

He began to take off his gauntlets, placing them to one side as he mused to himself, not yet dismissing Tahara. The woman intrigued her, clearly, she had a strong sense of loyalty. Which could prove useful if bent to the correct will. That will of course being the Patriarch's.

He was turned away from her, looking towards the bed and then off to the side, he tilted his head slightly, gesturing with one black-gloved hand.

"Close the door would you Tahara,"

He then turned to face her, his mask now by his side grasped in his hand.


He moved several paces forward, standing tall over the woman, his sky blues eyes looking into her single amber.

"Tell me, what do you aspire to be Tahara? What is your ultimate goal?"

Tahara waited calmly near the door while Patriarch stepped inside and took swift stock of the room. While not overly impressed it would seem, he seemed to appear content enough with the accommodations. He began to calmly, but with a purpose, remove his armor. As she went to ask if he needed any assistance, within reason of course, he then told her to close the door.

The woman frowned, a faint thing just ghosting across her lips, but complied. Given that he wore a mask over his face, he may be a truly private individual. When she turned around, she nearly backed up surprised against the door, her throat swallowing some air. Her amber eyes widened and pace quickened.

This closeness! This presence he was projecting and for one just through the Genesis Process!

There were sounds outside, crashing of some kind which was alarming, but that didn't seem to matter to Tahara for a moment as she gazed upward at the man. What was he up to?

"L-Lord Patriarch? I am afraid I do not fully understand what you are getting at. Aspirations?"

She stared hard at him, not sure what he specifically wanted from her. Though a tumultuous cascade of thoughts were rushing through her brain at this second.

"I aspire..." a careful pause, "To be the greatest I can possibly be. And my first step was to find those worthy enough to lead the way..."

The Patriarch remained firm, detailing every movement she made, itemizing her facial features, the slight tinge of what was that annoyance, concern...?

He wondered for a brief moment of the interplay between her and her superiors, in particular HAL. After all the intelligence was not in this room, from at least what Patriarch could tell, could that be a factor?

"To be the greatest you can possibly be..." he echoed her words, taking her in for a moment. He then stepped back slightly and turned around so his back was facing her.

"If you would," he spoke softly, his head tilted over his right shoulder. It would be clear he was talking about the cloak and armor pieces still around his chest, arms and legs.

Tahara watched in tense silence as Patriarch repeated her wish and seemed to consider them with some levity. Those eyes, now bereft of the mask, were on full display and looking down at her.

He was handsome, she was forced to quietly admit in her mind, but was that why he was acting such? Was he truly angling for such a play? Why? She did not have an answer to that.

But Patriarch had a response of his own as he moved to turn around then implied he wished some assistance with the remaining bits of his armor and cloak.

She took a single breath, "Of course, Lord Patriarch. Let me help you."

Moving forward Tahara began to tentatively place her fingers where she needed to, deftly removing straps and armor whole, bit by bit. Delicately undoing his cloak, folding it, and setting it to the side for the time being.

"I can have your armor and cleaned and modestly improved upon overnight, if you wish as well," she whispered. She wasn't sure why she whispered, but it felt like their tones were hushed now. The scene a very sudden and unexpectedly intimate one. A stark contrast from some sounds coming from outside.

It felt a world away, which was ironic given where they were in the grand scheme of things.

As he was brought to his underclothes, she noticed they were black, thin, yet durable. It also finely showed off the man's physique. Not as overly chiseled as some muscular behemoths, no, but more of a 'swimmer's build.' It wasn't loud, but a subtle piece of biological art. As if he were a statue, chiseled painstakingly with care over the years, his muscles well defined and toned.

He did not appear to be a warrior minded individual, but it was likely he could hold his own physically as well, should it ever come to it. She allowed her gaze to marvel for a moment, taken in by the moment.

The body of an elite.

Shaking her head gently, she stepped away with a slight bow. "It is done. I can point to you the pouch of money on the nightstand, a gift of Genesis Gate's until your first pay, and I can show you how to handle the lighting in here. Is there...is there anything else you require, my Lord Patriarch?"

Why was she holding her breath?

The Patriarch remained still with his eyes closed as his armor was removed. He breathed in, thinking about the course ahead, he suddenly felt quite weary, the day had been long, not to mention, he suspected his body was used to magic supporting the weight of the armor or perhaps it had been enchanted to be lighter, in either case, it was not true for this set of armor it had weighed down on him greatly during the course of the day. As she continued to work Tahara asked a question regarding his armor.

He mused on the question for a moment, his eyes opening before he responded.

"Yes, that would do nicely,"

Several more moments went by before she finished, asking if there was anything else she could do for him. He turned slowly, looking down at his hands opening and closing them several times. His face expressionless, serene, his piercing blue eyes meeting Tahara's own. He took a step forward, noting the look in her eyes.

Awe.

And why not? He was the Patriarch, after all, he could not blame her. She had been granted the privilege to see him in his splendor, mere mortals would of course be taken aback, magical or otherwise.

He brought his hand to her chin, tilting her head upwards slightly so she faced toward him.

"That depends, are you required elsewhere?"

They stood like that for a few seconds, his fingers delicately under her chin so they could gaze into one another's eyes deeply. An instant where they both would feel drowned in the gaze of the other. With a quiet gulp of air, she turned her face to the side and pried herself from Patriarch's touch. She did not dare look him in the eyes again.

Not yet.

"A-As a matter of fact, yes. I also personally serve The Council so I cannot tarry overlong, you see."

In truth, while she did serve them personally she had no need of immediately heading anywhere at this time; but there was no reason to communicate that at the moment. Remaining here any longer than was necessary was starting to appear very dangerous!

"If that is all," she stated softly, "Then I shall gather your armor and see to their improvements right away."

The Patriarch tilted his head in curiosity, Tahara diverting her gaze from his. She was withholding something, he could sense it. Clearly, she was unnerved by his advances, unsure what to make of it. An understandable situation.

"There is one thing I cannot abide Tahara..." He moved his head to the side, moving his eyes so she would be forced to catch a glimpse of his eyes once more, although this time he did not touch her.

"...and that is when one tries to hide something from me,"

He then leaned in his mouth next to her ear, his voice barely a whisper in the wind. His sweet honey-tongued voice echoing quietly next to her, a calm penetrating voice dripping with layered meaning.

"Perhaps I have not made myself clear, what do you want, at this moment what do you truly desire..."

Tahara moved to gather the armor, hesitating a little as Patriarch maneuvered in such a way as to force her to catch his gaze again amidst it. His words penetrating her to the core. A shiver ran up her spine.

"O-Of course, Lord Patriarch..."

As the man leaned in and whispered into her ear, her knees nearly buckled. Barely, with great determination, she managed to stay standing. She seemed to have found a spot on the wall rather interesting suddenly as she stared at it intensely, her jaw working silently as she thought about how to reply to this.

In the end it was...too much. Just too much. So suddenly, so much intensity...

"I-I desire to aid you with your armor and we may speak again on the 'morrow," she stated in a rush, gulping and whipping around the elite to open the door and slip outside. She paused, lingering in the doorway for just a moment as she eyed him.

"...Please rest well tonight though, my Lord Patriarch."

And then the door was closed and she was gone.

The Patriarch smirked to himself as she hurried out of the door. Ah the poor thing, she had no idea what she was dealing with. Although he supposed he did not know either, his memories still yet to be returned. In time she would make a useful servant the Patriarch suspected but now was not that time. A short while later the books he requested would be delivered to his door where he would pick them up and begin to read, his mind wandering to faraway places as he began to set his mind adrift, going to places of magic and power.

TAG: No one

 

IC: Amaya Trakand

Amaya grimaced at the mention that she could talk to… HAL 9000, whatever that was it did not sound natural, she preferred to talk to flesh and blood.

Those names, they sounded nasty. Probably Beastmen were living there? Or goblins? Or… Chaos… The last made her shudder and there was a flash of memory. A campaign in the South near the Aeldari kingdoms, hunting Greenskin warbands…

Then the news that a dark force was attacking Kislev and that the Emperor was gathering the forces.

Age of Sigmar..

Amaya blinked and focused on what the woman was telling her. “Yes, best to stay away from them.” then a smirk formed “Unless they need to be cleaned out of their… residents.” she snorted in derision.

“Thank you, I will keep them in mind.” she smiled and nodded.

She blushed and averted her gaze, Amaya hoped she had not made a fool out of herself, but the blue skinned girl, woman had burrowed into her mind. “I...” she started “Thank you again.”

Once inside she looked around. Best to get acquainted with your surroundings. Something shiny caught her eye. Her armor!

Amaya’s eyes widened by the surprise. It looked like new. Even better than new. The Imperial forges could not make such superb work. Maybe the dwarves or the High Eldar?

Looking at her own reflection…

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Her, wearing a wide brimmed hat, making way through an abandoned village near the borders of Sylvania. She was a Witch Hunter. Trained warriors sent to hunt down any sorcerer who dared to practice their arts outside of the Mages’ College. Though those parameters were usually expanded to include Greenskins, Goblins, Vampires, Beastmen… any creature that might threaten the Reik.

She used to be a foot soldier, serving in the Imperial Army stationed in Altdorf, the capitol, but then chose another profession…

But that was a digression… She was making way through the abandoned village. The sun was setting and that meant monsters would go on the prowl. She could sense the taint of the vampiric corruption in the air.

There was no need to be a mage to do that… you knew… the cold, the stench of death, even the birds would not sing…

She was there on a mission. A local nobleman had said that his bride was missing after the visit of a charming man. Normally she would have just scoffed at that, her husband was a bore and there was no surprise that the woman would have ran away with the first handsome and charming man she met.

But what piqued her interest was the mention how pale he was and how cold his skin was when they shook hands. And the eyes… those hypnotic eyes… along with the silly request to invite him in.

So the chances were that he was a vampire.

Amaya had been hunting him for a while and it was clear that he was taking his new bride towards Sylvania. Probably did not wish to cause trouble with the Empire being so close to the Carstein’s domains.

Not that the vampires were scared, they were just biding their time…

Amaya found out why the village was abandoned… well that was not an exact term, the only thing that had abandoned the place was… life itself. There were dead and mutilated bodies sprawled around. Probably the Beastmen would come soon to feast on the carrion. It would be better if she moved on…

The tracks were leading her towards the forest. Not a good idea venturing in in the dark. It would be prudent to catch him during the day while he was asleep and kill him. Along with his [i]blushing[/i] bride.

But they were too close to Sylvania and you never knew what foul creature you might face. The woods were dark, the wind made them crackle and the leaves rustle. Animals scurried away and the faint growl of a wolf could be heard.

Nothing that she could not deal with…

The tracks of the carriage were leading her towards a small clearing where a half-demolished tower could be found. What’s with the vampires’ fixations with old ruins and castles!?

Nevermind that…

The gaunt black horses whinnied and carriage, a hearse, was [i]parked[/i] there. Hopefully they would be home.

“Don’t try to sneak in, little witch hunter.” a whisper came to her ear.

Ugh, the smugness in that voice…

Amaya steeled herself and pressed on. At least she would not have been too careful. But it also meant that the vampire was ready.

“You are late witch hunter...” came the whisper again “My bride has left, she is long gone, to present herself at Carstein’s court.” he was mocking her.

Amaya had drawn her sword, good thing it was made of silver, walking slowly and carefully towards the ruins.

“Come little witch hunter...” the whisper turned rather sinister “Come and smell the ashes...”

What did he mean?

“They are coming, they are hungry, they will revel in the destruction of your prescioussss Reik.” a sinister chuckle.

“Come and smell the ashes!” the whisper, no voice, said and the horrendous visage of the true face of the vampire flashed in front of her, his sword moving towards her abdomen…

[hr]

That made her snap out of the stupor and she almost fell to the floor. Did the armor made her remember that!? It was one of her early missions as a Witch Hunter. How silly she was to try and face a vampire with hardly any experience in dealing with them… alone.

No she had not been alone. There was a dwarf and an elf, who had saved her…

Amaya wiped her forehead, better not to reminisce on the past right now. Maybe the point of the whole thing was that she was not that strong for the front lines? Better to choose ranged weapons as her class.

She moved the armor aside and saw a note. Reading its contents made her grin.

At least she could call her, or was that the proper term, anyway would find a way to make contact.

[b]TAG: [USER=739716]@Darth_Elu[/USER] [/b]

 

IC as Ayira

Sleep came quickly and easily for the young warrior, especially in such a fancy and luxurious bed. Despite the events of the entire day, it wasn't hard to forget her struggles or uncertainty for a little while. She almost faintly smiled as she settled into the comforting embrace of sleep. But like all things, her moment of being content would soon end. The soft pounding on a wall, deep inside her head, that came and went through the day, returned. Her real self pushing against the boundaries of her memory loss, and finally, with a shatter, she broke through. All of her memories, thoughts, and feelings, flooded her then with such intensity, it would have knocked her breath out had she been conscious of it.



A sunny and warm farm came into view. The golden sunlight streamed through fields of crops and grass as a gentle, soothing, breeze rolled through the passages. She walked with light and carefree steps forward to the little white house, her hand brushing across the tops of the vibrant flowers and leaves, the petals feeling silky and smelling so sweetly. She listened to the sounds of the birds calling in the trees and watched as one flew down and landed by a nearby pond. She smiled at the beautiful scene before her. This felt, overwhelmingly, like home to her. A long forgotten and distant home, but the feelings it stirred within her were almost enough to bring her to tears.

Her vision shifted as her memories continued to play out within her mind. She found herself hidden under a pile of warm blankets, feeling ever so protected within their comfort and the familiarity of her room. It was modest, but it was hers. She felt a blanket from the top pull away suddenly to reveal a boy grinning, playfully, down at her.

"Hiding again, are you?"

She glanced up from her safe spot to look at the boy with brown hair and blue eyes who laughed and shook his head at her. The familiar face and easy teasing he gave her made her realize she knew him.

"You always have your nose in a book, Ariya! Come on!" He reached down and helped her out of her favorite spot to be.

She set her current story back on the shelf that was overflowing with books. "I can't help it if I happen to enjoy reading and learning." She murmured back as she followed her brother out of her room, finally taking note of the time. The sun was dipping just above the horizon, showing that it was getting late. She had spent more time than she had anticipated reading. It was so easy to get caught up in a good book!

The brown haired boy quirked an amused look her way as they headed down the stairs. "Yeah, but just don't forget about the real world and all of us. Especially when you just happen to lose track of time on your day for chores!" At least, he didn't seem too annoyed by obviously having to be the one to take over her duties, being the oldest sibling. She remembered he was good natured and easy going enough to let things like that off the hook. "Come on, we better hurry to dinner." He suggested and led her to the dinning room.

She took her seat at the carved wooden table and took a bowl when offered to her. The brunette serving dinner smiled fondly at her from across the table, her blue eyes were soft and held so much warmth to them, much like her brother's. "Eat up, Ariya! I made stew tonight." Her mother watched her a moment longer, expecting an excited response from her. She knew it was her favorite.

The younger blonde girl sitting not far chimed in, (unhelpfully in her opinion,) "Ariya would live off of stew if she could!"

"Ones with simple tastes are always pleased with the best." A calm voice came from the head of the table. She looked over, gratefully, at her father's timely and wise help. He always sat tall with a gentle aura about him, his green eyes sure and confident in himself. She wished she could be more like him in that regard.

After helping with clean up after dinner and wash dishes, she found herself stepping off the front porch and approaching her father, who sat in the grass with crossed legs and eyes closed. A sense of peace surrounding him. She came to a stop and watched him for a long moment before he took her by surprise.

"Ariya." He said softly and looked back at her, a knowing smile on his face. "Come, sit down with me."

She did as she was told and settled herself at his side, looking out at the beautiful starry sky before them and soaking in the peace.

"What is on your mind?" He inquired.

"Why do you meditate so much, father?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

He offered her a small smile as he regarded her with his green eyes. "I meditate to help center my emotions, especially with raising you three." He paused and looked thoughtfully into the distance. "I also mediate to find the Truth."

She tilted her head, curiously. "The Truth, father? What do you mean?"

There was a long moment of silence before he smiled once more, this time cryptically at her. "It's for one to find out when they are old enough... and when it is not time for bed." He nodded toward her as a subtle hint that she needed to get back in the house.

The girl got to her feet. "Oh, but father... I'm sixteen! Seventeen in the Spring! Why do I need to go to bed when Annah does? She's a kid and I'm not."

"Sleep is important, regardless of age, Ariya. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, my daughter."

"Goodnight, father..." She grumbled out and trudged her way back in the house, having no intention of getting to sleep just yet. She still had several more chapters left in her book that were calling her name. She prepared for bed and cozied up in her blankets, snuffing all candles in her room, but one so that she could read to and easily slipped into adventure, losing track of time.

She awoke in the middle of the night, the candle had long burnt out and the book on her chest. All looked the same, but something wasn't right. An alarming warning flooded her body, telling her to get up. She quietly threw her blankets back and tiptoed across the floor to the window, carefully peering out into the night and what she saw had her heart drop. Countless fires spread out across the farmlands, scarring the beautiful place she called home. She silently gasped and threw a coat on over her nightgown and slipped her feet into her boots, charging out of her room to wake up the others, but they were already awake and in motion. She ran to the front door as her heart raced with panic as she watched the desecration of her home.



"Ariya!" Her mother ran to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her out of her daze. "You and Annah go with Caeth! Your father and I will handle this!"

She tried processing what she was saying. "What? No! I don't want to leave you!" She begged, unshed tears blurring her vision.

"Please, Ariya... We will find you again!" Her mother stared hard at her, almost as if she was taking her in one last time.

"Ariya! Come on, we need to go!" Caeth yelled and pulled her away from the house with the youngest sister. She chased after them, trying to blink away the tears, unsuccessfully, and looking behind them to watch as water and earth swirled around her mother as she commanded the elements to defend. She could also see her father running with well trained skill, he was prepared to fight the invaders without fear.

"Ariya! Look out!" Caeth called out a warning, but she looked a moment too late.

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the tree in front of her split at the trunk and crash down into the ground, barely inches from her. The fire burning away at the tree sparked the dry leaves at its base igniting an even larger wildfire. She gasped and backed away from the danger. She was safe at the moment, but the blaze now separated her from her siblings.

"Caeth! Where are you?!" She called out desperately, but the sounds of battle were overpowering her voice as the invaders moved closer to her location. "Caeth! Annah!"

There was no response that she could hear and no obvious way of going around to find them. She knew in that moment. She had to run in the other direction and she had to keep moving, alone. Choking on a sob, she forced herself away, taking a different path further from the house and burning farm. She continued running as hard as she could until she was entirely alone and all was silent. Her heart felt like it would explode from the terror and stress of fleeing and her legs were heavy. She slowed to a stop, hunching over and tried to catch her breath, urging her heart to settle, but she couldn't stay for long. She was safe, but for how long? Looking off into the distance, she noticed the sky slowly growing lighter. So much had changed in one night and now she was on the run, but she needed to find help and find her family again.

Facing north, she knew where she had to go, and so she made her way to the Great Fortress city.

Memories returned of her journey to find her family and meeting new friends. She remembered always looking to books for adventure as she grew up. How ironic that her life would become something you would find in a story, full of adventure, mystery, and kinship with companions on the same journey, as well as darkness and danger lurking along the way, though the dark had been much more malicious than the books could ever detail. She encountered many terrible foes, but there was one in particular that altered her life so completely, she would never be the same again.

She blinked several times to clear her blurry vision, but the dimmed chamber made it harder for her green eyes to focus properly. The cold, hard stone floor greeted her senses first, her body sore and stiff from lack of use.

"I've been waiting for you, Ariya." A voice called out within the darkness.

Lifting her head with a groan, she looked in the voice's direction and finally noticed the robed man step into the small light streaming through the metal door. She understood now. She was in a cell as a prisoner. The man stood at the door, peering in at her, his red hair and facial features recognizable even in this dim lighting. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Q-Quinn..." Her voice broke under the effort it took to use it.



She recalled being held in that cell for a long time. It was impossible to keep track of the time or days, or weeks. But the tests she had to endure, those were easy to remember. At first, she hated and resisted, but after a while, she started to give in and willingly took part. Anything to break from the solitude, silence, and darkness of her new housing. Toward the end of the tests, she was brought to a room that was filled with glass tubes and other mechanisms she couldn't place names for. She was led to one spot in particular and watched as Quinn took her hand over one of the tubes. He removed a knife from under his robes and sliced into her palm, holding her hand still despite her protest, making sure her blood was collected.

She withdrew in pain when he finally released her from his hold, holding down with her other hand to stop the bleeding. She noticed him applying her blood into the long series of spiraling tubes and watched as it traveled along before it reached its destination, dropping into another container with some other liquid inside before it flashed brilliantly gold. She blinked, momentarily forgetting the throbbing pain, as she stared in awe at what was happening with her blood, looking at Quinn for answers.

The tall man straightened and met her gaze, suddenly breaking out into laughter that almost seemed mixed with madness and relief, sending chills down her spine. "I've finally found it! The Destiny Code! I was beginning to wonder if it even existed after so many failed experiments and wrong test subjects... All of this time, it was you. You are the key to the Destiny Code. The prophecy that will change the world for light or dark... I've found you." He sobered with realization, watching her carefully.

The feeling he gave off then, scared her. She suddenly was reminded of his threatening presence as he watched her like a predator, and slowly she backed up a bit from him. Quinn didn't advance or follow after her, he simply moved to leave the room, now eerily silent. She carefully followed after him and was led back into her cell, leaving her there without another word.

And it was in the next few days that the world would be changed, just as she would be.

There was a strange, almost blank in her memories as they continued playing out in her mind as she slept in Shadow's Reach. She stirred, her body jerking at the strange gap, but did not wake as the images returned again.



She found herself plunged within the dark once more, but this was unlike the dark she had grown accustomed to in her cell. This time was still, cold. Lifeless. Void of anything and everything. Until one heartbeat. Two heartbeats. And a sudden gasp for breath, for life. She felt life and warmth enter her body once more, and eyelids opened over emerald eyes as she looked before her. It was strange. She was still cast in shadow, but ahead of her was a mirror. She could see herself but nothing more. Sensing a pull, she stepped toward the mirror and placed her hand upon the cold glass. She was surprised it was not solid, but rippled as her hand meld through the surface. She took a breath and pushed all the way through, stepping out into a stone chamber. She looked around, feeling heavier, lighter, vision crisper as she could detect imperfections within the stone walls.

"Welcome to the world once more." Came a familiar voice.

Staring at the redhead before her, she breathed in the fresh, life bringing air, soaking in the stronger sensations of the world. It nearly left her breathless.

Quinn smiled at her then, a sense of pride and arrogance within it. "Ayira."

It was a strange concept to understand, but yet it all seemed to make perfect sense. There was one thing on her mind. Just one. "Ariya must die."

He placed a hand on her shoulder, almost in a fatherly way. "Let us go then." He offered and led her out of the chamber.

She recalled one specific moment while she slept. The moment she watched a sword threaten Quinn. She immediately went into action and deftly deflected the enemy sword, stepping around her hidden spot and rounding on the attacker. She came face to face with Ariya. Ariya stared in horror at the reveal of her clone, not only existing, but standing before her and willingly defending Quinn. Ariya and Ayira. Mirror images and enemies. Light and dark.

To Ayira's misfortune, Ariya was saved by her companions, and was able to escape from Quinn's and her clutches, but she vowed she would train until the day came where she could watch Ariya die at her hands and throw the world into darkness.

Ayira finally woke, bolting upright in bed and was left gasping for breath, sweat beads clinging to her forehead and chest as the last few memories faded and she was now fully aware of her surroundings. She caught her breath and stared down at her hands with realization. She had once not existed within Ariya before being brought to life as Ayira, and now yet again, she did not truly exist until she went through the Genesis Gate process. She thought of Quinn, the Quinn she knew, not the one here, and wondered about him. Did he not truly exist either? And what of Ariya? What of her goal to see her demise?

Standing from her luxurious bed, she made her way to the window and gazed out to the magic-filled, night sky, wondering about her still absent magic. Would she ever wield her power once more? So many questions, but she felt a bit more confident now that she knew who she was. She was Ayira and she had a special strength within her that she would wield, magic or no. She was the dark half of the Destiny Code, but what now with no light half to ruin her plans? There would be no stopping her. She smiled wickedly up at the sky.

Tag: @Darth_Elu

 

THE JAM
WELCOME TO THE SHOW
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The JAM had slept soundly and dominantly through the night.

Then some weight felt like it was trying to weigh him down.

Unfortunately, NO WEIGHT was too much for the JAM.

When the weight was heavy, he added more.

He would conquer the weight.

WHY?

BECAUSE HE WAS THE JAM!...

J….A….M

SAY IT WITH ME

J….A…..M

He was JAM….JAM THE CONQUERER…

A smirk spread across the perfect specimen of JAM…

Oh yea….he was the JAM…

OH YEA!!!!!

OH HELL YEA….IT WAS ALL COMING BACK TO HIM!!!!
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Cold Metal. Dirt. Sand. Test tubes. Magic.

This was the birthplace of your hero.

Birthed to the Cold Metal Universe. A universe created by the Power of the Essences. Unlike other wackass realms that needed puny gods and celestial overpowered beings, the Cold Metal Realm only had the Essences: Representatives higher than the realm; manifestations of the emotions and constants and unreliability of nature and reality.


They differed from gods in that they came and went, in and out existence. Sometimes they existed without consciousness. The Cold Metal Universe was…kind of whim that all of them joined together to come up with to further their lives: nothing gave them power more than having subjects that believed in them. So they created the Orcs and the Elves. Both were created highly technologically advanced, on 11 flat worlds across the galaxy, navigating the stars in massive ships across the 27 seas. Sure, other species came into existence; humans and dwarves created by the Space Orcs for free labor while goblins and the bearmen were created by the Elves to improve their spacefaring ability.


Why?

Well duh, dumbass, for the Core Power.



The Core Power was an orb of Essential Cosmic Energy that could only be summoned after combining the emissions of stardust from the Elven and Orcish space ships. It possessed the power to grant almost any wish. So, instead of outright war like primitive civilizations would have likely engaged in, the Elves and Orcs agreed on a simple race: A Race that would last 1000 years around the outer rim of the galaxy that, through their combined efforts, would summon the Core Power and whoever won the race at the end of the 1000 years would get to use the power of the Core Power before it disappeared. That’s it. Simple. No war, some small corporate space espionage, but never any ruthless wars. That’s how it worked.



For a long time.

Until the Elves went on a terrifying winning streak that advanced their civilization to impossibly futuristic ends. Through the use of the Core Power, the gap, indirectly, sent the Orcs into the dark ages: a dark period of technological stagnation, a lack of confidence and belief in themselves, and incredible envy of the elves. Even the Goblins were starting to surpass the Orcs. Their ships were outclassed and it got to a point well…You know how the story goes.

They had to turn to other means. Nefarious....evill....dark magical means...



Well, not really. The Orcs were quite advanced and training or artificially improving orcs was well within their capabilities and scientific expertise. They were nerds. Even worse...Orc Nerds.

But even these nerds realized they needed a strong and manly symbol. Something that captured the pride of the Orcs and brought back appreciation and confidence in their species, civilization, and history. After many failed attempts of training the best orcs to beat the Elves only to have their asses handed to them on a galactic platter, they decided to just make an orc. The best orc.

The Ingredients Were as Follows:
-Some orc blood.
-Some dirt.
-Raw steel.
-Sex Appeal.
-Several cans of whoop ass.
-Lots of protein shakes and galactic steroids.
-AND A METRIC TRUCKTON OF AWESOMENESS!

HOT DAMN, they had made themselves the best orc specimen. Only this orc was not interested in sailing space ships for some stupid core power. He could not give any less of a damn about the Core Power or saving a civilization. No.

This Orc was only interested in working out and kicking ass.

And after he got done working out, boy-O-boy did he kick ass.

This Orc murdered his way across each flat world, slaying men, women, children, dogs, cats, and pet fishes, destroying both the elven and orc civilizations. WHILE AT THE SAME TIME HITTING MASSIVE PERSONAL BESTS IN THE GYMS! He heard about how awesome the Elves were…needless to say, their meaningless technology did little to stop a primitive barbarian ORC CONQUERER with an axe. The Pretty Elves and Puny Orcs went begging to the Essences to save them. The Essences came and battled the Supreme Orc…

He killed all of them and plunged his galaxy into eternal and permanent blood and darkness.

What was the name of this terrifying, manly, testosterone boosted ORC CONQUERER?

Check this out: He did not have a name at the beginning.

But when he slaughtered the Essences, he was asked how was it possible that he had become so powerful? That despite their great universe-creating powers, how could they not defeat him. HOW? HOW? They begged him to answer.

And the Orc Master Supreme, being one of many boisterous statements simply answered:

“THAT’S EASY!” He said as he beheaded the Essence and slam dunked the head in a nearby trashcan.


“ITS CAUSE YOU

JUST!

AINT!

ME!”​

ALL HAIL THE JAM
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The JAM's eyes slid open...

Something was flickering in them...

Not the remnants of a hangover...

Not even the ever present twinkle of superiority...

No, this feeling was the feeling that had not quite felt right since arriving in this stupid world. His thirst for blood...His hunger for murder was back!

He rolled to his feet and grabbed one of the newly arrived barbells in his room, slid a couple of 45 lbs plates on one end and popped a clamp on that son of a gun. A fine weapon of death and he was fixin to test this puppy out on someone!

The door to his room flew off the hinges as he kicked it down the halls.

"WAKEY WAKEY, EGGS AND BAKEY!!!!!" His thunderous voice bellowed through the halls. "SERVANT ELF GIRL! THE JAM REQUIRES AN OPPONENT TO START HIS DAY OFF! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

The barbell makeshift weapon slung over his massive shoulders, the JAM started to make his way down to the ground floor. He smiled and hummed to himself. The JAM was cheerful because the first person he saw, he would fight. And he would kill.

Tag: @Darth_Elu @Shadowsun ANYONE ELSE UP

 

OOC: WIth Permission of the GM...

Charjra Myt'tar
~Charjra’s Quarters, Elite Dreamers Estate~

Charjra was almost relieved when a slight tap at the door made her rise. The candle was being stubborn. She opened the door to see that the book that Valynor had asked for, had been delivered. She thanked the person, talking the tome solemnly and closing the door.

She hugged the book as she walked back over towards the table, gently laying the book down. With a deep sigh, she walked over, amazed as she drew a bottle of cool liquid from the device. She struggled a bit, almost ready to take a knife from the cursed thing before she figured out how to open the strange little bottle. Sniffing it, she was happy to find it was water. She suddenly felt very thirsty, as she quickly wolfed down the water.

She flexed her fingers, looking down at her hands as she walked around, gently touching each plant. She sighed softly, and then she turned off all of the lights. She slowly moved, and sat on the floor, in a meditation trance position as she sat, waiting for....

What was she waiting for?

She suddenly realized she had no idea what to expect. Would it be a wild rush of memories? A silent whisper, tickling the back of the mind? She had been looking for magic to return. But what if it didn't. What if it didnt? What if it...

???

Something.

Yes, her eyes opened in the darkness of the room. It was definitely something. And it was growing rapidly. Charjra found herself leaning forward as if she were catching an oncoming wind. A storm. Her storm.

She placed her hands on her chest.

She had heard it said once before, that when one died, ones' life flashed before their eyes. Then what was this to be called? There was an onslaught of emotions that threaten to overwhelm her as pages of her life seemed to flash around her, filling in so many missing blanks. But for the many pages, it filled, there was still so much missing. And it was this she felt more keenly than any other source. Remembering the faces and names of people she would most likely never see again was of little comfort to her. Remembering the scorn and hate borne to her because of mistaken identity, she could simply leave behind. The hot, burning sting of past events came and went. But she could not feel the world as she did before. The plants did not sing to her as they had before. She could not feel the rhythm of the world around her. The siren song of life. The thing that pumped through her veins, as precious as life.

As she started to weep, wondering if she would ever feel such things again, Charjra noticed something. She could see. Clearly, every crevice. Every device within the room. It was as if it were day to her. That was something! She stood up suddenly, excited. She started to think. Perhaps the magic of this world, this existence, were not the same as those from her old life. The abilities to do it were still there. But if she needed to relearn them? How do you relearn a part of yourself?

She muttered to herself in her natural language, not even realizing it. She concentrated again, trying to bring the candle to light.

Nothing!!

Frustration was bringing hot tears. Why give them the memories, if they did nothing but tease them of what they were!!?! It was as if they had reached in, and snatched away something precious...and dangled it before them, like a bone to a starving dog.

"Ithildin!" she snarled at the candle, and she drew back her arm, preparing to throw it across the room, she froze.

It was GLOWING.


It was not lighting, no flame as she had ordered, but instead was surrounded in a soft light that completely surrounded the candle. The glow grew brighter, eventually lighting up the room in soft warm light.

Charjra dropped to her knees, hugging the tiny candle as if it were a babe. She cried, but this time she was crying softly for joy. Even in this completely strange place, it had not left her totally. She could feel it now, like the candle, a warm sensation through her body. It was still there, just different. Not like the touch of the Dark Maiden. No. She probably did not exist here. But it was there. It was the purest and truest part of HER was there.

Magic.

From her core being. Not fancy spells. Her essence. Her determination. Her reason for BEING. She could live without her memories. Her actions now determined her self, not possible illusion of what might have been, or those that are yet to come.

But her magic.

That was real. And it was hers.

And that is all that truly mattered.

Like a happy child, she went back over to her bed, stopping to grab the large tome that had been delivered earlier and curled back up in bed, wrapped around the book as if it were a life preserver.

Maybe it was.

Charjra fell back asleep, a calmness settling in around her.

What was had once before, could be had once yet again. And with that knowledge, now she could have wonderful dreams ...she would dance her evensong later.


.

. .


. . .



zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!

 

Jupiter
K-012
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The robot had not given much thought to Wapoe or the others.

{Battery Level = 66%}
{Recharge Recommend}
{Depriotizing Confrontation with Warriors}
{...}
{Recharge Station Must Be Located}

Jupiter marched its way to its designated room instead of a bed there was a charging station with cables descending from the ceiling. It plugged itself in, depowering as it entered a low power mode. Recharging would not take long for the robot, however, perhaps an hour or so. Once completed with its recharge it descended down unplugging itself. It began to inspect its room, although it found nothing of interest. It did however take a slip of paper, but then realized it did not know how to write it never had a need to, so instead, it wrote in its own binary code that could be translated easily enough into 'Cyborg'.

{Battery Level = 100%}
{Repriotzing Directive}
{Current Directive = Find Warriors To Defeat}

Wandering over to the door the android clasped the door handle, opening it up it placed the as it began to wander down the hallway. It had noticed that Maez was staying adjacent to it, the robot warrior moved toward his door, fully intent on waking the warrior to a fight. But before it could do that something whirred within its memory core.

{Corrupted Memory Files Restored}

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[Hello and welcome to Ono-Sendai Industries, here it is our mission is to guide humanity to a better and brighter future, together we can end the Xenos threat and reestablish humanity's glory]

[Take for instance our latest flagship model the Killer 012, built for all possible war capabilities, the ultimate warrior machine that has improved on the previous models in every way. Now with greater ranged capabilities, unrivaled speed, and deadlier than ever humanity's salvation is surely at hand]

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The hallway down to the main testing room was quiet as it always was, the only noise was quiet humming of the facilities movements echoing rhythmically with the pace of the three figures walking down the hallway.

​

"So any reservations? You think it will work Hades?"

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"No reason why it should not be able to, we've done consciousness constructs before with Defender Series,"

​

"Right but with Defender Series it was constructed from a gorilla, I do think my mind is a little more complicated than a gorilla's,"

​

"I've seen no evidence to suggest such a claim,"

The two men glared briefly at each other, Hades giving a chuckle before responding once more.

"Okay in all seriousness, yes there is cause for concern we've never reconstructed a human consciousness before, let alone implanted one into a robot before,"

The three main approached a central door requiring a keycard, Jupiter whipping out the required access card, opening up a central testing chamber. To one side there was a chair surrounded by testing equipment and personnel.

​

On the other side, there was a tall robot, suspended above the ground by numerous cables plugged in all over its body.

---

{Name = Roderick Stevens}
{Alias = Apollo}
{Appearance}

​

{Robot Series = N/A}
{Purpose = As founder and owner of Ono-Sendai Apollo is the guiding salvation of humanity. Under his strong leadership, the world has been able to keep the Xenos threat at bay. It is his genesis that created the successful Killer and Defender series, the sword and shield of humanity.}
{Bio = Redacted}

{Name = George Mitchell}
{Alias = Hades}
{Apperance}

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{Robot Series = "S" Stealth}

S-08
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{Purpose = As head of the Stealth Corps for Ono-Sendai Hades has lead a number of successful strikes against the Xenos threat able to gain valuable information and supply Ono-Sendai with numerous technological boons, allowing for expedited research. His stealth abilities are unparalleled, except perhaps only by Jupiter}

{Name = Samuel Werven}
{Alias = Jupiter}
{Apperance}

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{Robot Series = "K" Killer}

K-011​

{Purpose = As head of the Attack Corps for Ono-Sendai Jupiter leads the main spearhead against the Xenos threat, often cited as the greatest warrior that ever lived his skill with both blade and rifle is unparalleled. He serves as the pinnacle of the warrior culture fostered by Ono-Sendai a shining example of what it means to be a warrior}

---

Jupiter, the human, was lying in the white chair off to the side, various plugs strapped all along his head. A couple on his chest and arms too to read for vital signs. There was also a metal mesh that was fitted over his head, a quiet beeping noise resonating through the testing chamber. Standing over him a robot floated in the air, it was raised up by a series of metal arms that were connected to its body allowing it to move across the room with ease.

M-019
​

[All vital signs read clear, subject is stable, consciousness construction is ready to begin]

On the opposite side, the robotic frame of the K-012 stood still, its central iris blank and devoid of color. Hades and Apollo stood over Jupiter a brief nod of Apollo to the medical robot, Jupiter gave a quiet nod in response closing his eyes. The medical robot made a click noise and then a rush of energy as Jupiter bolted upright with pain, as this happened a small flicker of light appeared from K-012 central eye.

---

[The K-012 model is equipped with the latest artificial intelligence technologies Ono-Sendai has to offer. The most recent AI, named Jupiter after the Attack Corps leader and humanity's greatest warrior is the most sophisticated machine-generated AI ever produced. Able to perform all basic and advanced combat actions the AI is truly worthy of being placed among the 'Killer' Series]

{Secert Access Granted}

[While Jupiter is the most powerful machine-generated AI ever produced there do exist more efficient ways to generate even more powerful AI. 'Consciousness Construction' is the method of taking an organic consciousness and constructing an artificial model of it, this can then be placed inside of a robot. The first successful consciousness construction was of a gorilla for the defender series, although in that case it was also paired with the pre-existing AI of that class and thus was a mix of a machine-generated AI and one constructed from a consciousness]

[Most recently an AI was constructed from the consciousness of Samuel Werven this AI is named the 'Samuel Module' or 'Samuel']

---

Robotic components and shards of flesh were scattered across the combat arena. In the center stood Jupiter, the robot analyzing the combatants in from of it, a mixture of Stealth and Defender class robots charging towards

D-013
​

The same three figures from before looked down below at the arena, assessing the progress of the robot. If one could view their faces you would see quiet mesmerization, each of them deeply impressed with the robot's performance.

"The combat ratings are unlike anything we've ever seen, close combat, swordsmanship, ranged combat... I'm not sure if I can believe it"

"It is quite astounding, seems we are still having power issues like we had with the Defender class, every time it uses the Samuel module it consumes an ungodly amount of energy,"

"It would appear we have no other choice other than to do what we did before, constrict the Samuel AI for uses only in dire circumstances and Jupiter will be the primary AI, although as long as it isn't in combat it should be able to access it just fine"

"Won't be an issue at this rate there won't be any Xenos left for us to kill once we drop this beast of a machine down,"

---

[Fifty years ago humanity was united under the banner of Ono-Sendai when Earth was attacked by a spacefaring species. Their true name is unknown as there has never been any form of communication with them other than in the form of war. The Xenos threat comes in an extremely large variety, this is due mainly to their ability to evolve at an incredibly fast rate able to produce new troops and weapons of war based on combat experience in the previous war. It is believed the Xenos are a hive mind of sorts able to communicate from organism to organism]

[Ever since humanity's first contact with the aliens the human race has known nothing but war as it attempts to rid the planet of the Xenos threat]

---

{Ending Memory Feedback}
{Samuel Module Now Available}
{Activating Samuel Module}

It was at this moment that the Jam came bursting out of his own door. Samuel and Jam happened to be on the same floor, the robotic frame turning to view the huge orc. Out of the corner of his central eye, he would spot a white-haired man run across out, clearly, he was in pain, odd he had not noticed the man before. Did that mean that was the Patriarch? He was the only elite that he had no idea what he looked like. Not that it mattered Patriarch was not a warrior, Samuel had no concern for him now.

No his attention was fixed squarely on the Jam, the voice that echoed from the robot was not the usually monotone male, it was the same as the one during the Will evaluation, although Jam would not have heard it then. It was a confident, human voice. One that was eager to accept the Jam's challenge.

"I accept your challenge Jam! Let us see if you are truly worthy to be deemed a 'warrior'"

TAG: @The Jedi in the Pumas @Darth_Elu

 

WuWu Gow Go
-New York City

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Her memories did not return in a series of discombobulated visions; They returned with a whisper and gentle touch.

​

She was back in her apartment, staring out at the landscape. Her tail tattoo was no longer a tattoo and freely dangled from her body. It was nighttime outside her large panel glass living room. She watched as the steam from her hot tea mixed with honey and lemon brought small fog clouds of obscurity to the glass. WuWu gently blew on the foggy spots until they disappeared before bringing the tea to her lips and sipping gently. Her eyelids fell slowly until they were completely shut, as if she had put no effort in the action at all. One of her eyebrows raised as she feigned surprise to herself.

"It is nighttime, Papa." She spoke to the hulking form that was weighing down her couch. The couch creaked almost in pain as it struggled to support the God Sun Wukong as he leaned back to chuckle.



"What is this, WuWu?" He asked impatiently, but with the tone of someone that was obviously curious.

"I'm not sure, Papa. This is only the second time you've visited me in the 107th Century. Do you like what I've done with my apartment?" WuWu moved to stand behind Sun Wukong and rubs his hair in the same way she did when she was first born and he would carry her on his shoulders as they rode his cloud over Asia and India. That was...a very long time ago.

"We are not in your apartment, WuWu. We are in your mind." Wukong roared with laughter and produced a giant pipe from out of nothing. He inhaled deeply as smoke poured out from his ears. "Your tricks are not as good as mine are, lil one."

WuWu playfully bopped him on the head before taking a seat on the seat across from her papa, tucking her legs under her as she settled in. She took another sip of her tea.

"I remember when I was little, you told me stories of how you saved the world by yourself countless time. It appears that I have been summoned by some champions from another realm. They say we are here to save the...multiverse or omniverse. I'm not sure, I wasn't really paying attention." Her eyes wandered.

Sun Wukong took notice of that and smiled as he smoked.

He pressed her. "And it sounds fun doesn't it?"

A smirk tried to creep onto WuWu's face, but she resisted and continued to avoid the Monkey King's beaming gaze.

"It does sound fun."

"But you don't want the responsibility."

Here we go again, WuWu thinks to herself.

Yes, here we go again, Sun Wukong interjects into her thoughts.

WuWu points a finger at him sternly. "Don't do that, Papa. You know I hate when you do that."

The Monkey King chuckles but remains quiet and content knowing he's gotten under her skin. WuWu was more honest when she was bothered.

"It's not the responsibility, Papa. I'm not used to playing with others. I get it from you."

WuWu lets a silence hang in the air before she sighs. She was pouting.

"They all seem so stiff and filled with purpose. There's one named Wapoe, another named Patriarch who talk as if they know everything. They plan and plan. The instructors are planning too. You know us, Papa, we're more go-with-the-flow type people. This all seems like it's more trouble than its worth."

Another pause.

Then they both look at each other and say:

"But it does sound fun." Before breaking out in laughter together.

"WuWu, you must'n be afraid of your power and the journey that your power will set you on. Our destiny comes to us. We do not run from it. We cannot. Only by going towards it, not away, will we become who we are meant to be."

The smoke enveloped the Monkey King and he disappeared in front of her. Leaving her alone. In her own thoughts.

WuWu had lived her life as a free spirit. She was no warrior or mage or master manipulator. She just wanted to be WuWu. But WuWu was also the daughter of the Legendary Monkey King and had lived among the humans for her entire life. She had seen the old gods leave and the new gods rise and their offsprings do great things, and some great terrible things. It never occurred to her to get involved because she saw herself as just Chill, go-with-the-flow WuWu. But Papa was right: Destiny was coming to her and the only way for her to figure out where this path would lead her was by embracing it.

"Fine Papa." She whispers as she sips her tea and her dreamworld returns to normal.

"It does sound fun. I like fun, so I'll play for a while."

Tag: None

 

Maez
Go Beyond

He had been talking to beautiful Yvette, his lovely escort who’d showed him to his room. He’d offered to train her, but a tiredness greater than what even he’d expected overcame him almost suddenly. The bed looked so comfortable, so inviting, to the point he could not resist.

Maez smiled as he got up on the bed, just to test it out, to see if it was as comfortable as it seemed. It turned out to be far more comfortable than he could have imagined. So much so, that even as he spoke, his eyes closed without him even realizing it. Before he even knew it, he was sound asleep.

Sleep that would have him relive dreams of the past, as if they were real.

---

Long ago, a Changeling Conqueror came to their planet and destroyed it and all the people that lived upon it, because a legend. Emperor Frieza, powerful as he was, feared the saiyan race; a race of warriors he himself employed to conquer other planets in his name.

Planet Vegeta was obliterated and news eventually reached even the most remote saiyans seeking out planets for the one who almost caused them to go extinct.

Maez and his contingent of saiyans were nearly lost in a remote part of the galaxy at the time the news reached them. Naturally, they were forced to go underground for a time. Because of their inherent nature as warriors, they’d themselves conquered the planet they had found, as well as the neighboring planets. Many years passed as they prospered, their numbers steadily growing, as well as their power.

Then one day, something unexpected happened.

A scout ship appeared.

The two soldiers wore RIT Armor. Needless to say, they were not allowed to return whence they came. Or anywhere else for that matter.



“They’ll be back. It’s only a matter of time now.”

Maez said, shaking his head, arms folded over his shoulders, his sparking aura was just beginning to diminish.

The other three saiyans in his patrol were amazed at how he had smashed the two scouts with such ease, how their laser pistols hadn’t harmed him. He’d even obliterated their ship with a ‘Blaster Shell Attack’.

It was academic for a warrior such as Maez. After all, he could triple his power.

“We need to inform the King.” He finally said somberly. The others agreed.

The Council of Warriors agreed with Maez. Eventually, someone would notice the missing scouts and go looking for them. King Uzaru’s simply nodded. It was time to prepare for ‘his’ arrival.

Planet V-8 was no longer safe.

Time passed, preparations were made, but after a while, it did not seem that ‘he’ would be coming. It did take a few years however, but eventually….



The familiar looking ship arrived at the red planet, causing mixed reactions, but saiyans were proud warriors and were feared for a reason.

The ship descended on the planet and out spilled out a menagerie of soldiers from the Frieza Force.



The fools demanded the saiyans surrender immediately, or face their wrath. Little did they know what awaited them.

The first to step forward was King Uzaru, who wasted no time as he powered up.



The ground and the very air itself shook from the sheer might, the unbridled power emitting from the King. Maez and other Elite warriors followed the king's lead and also powered up.

In less than an hour, the entire Frieza Force was obliterated. Hundreds of warriors were soundly defeated and summarily sent to the next world. That’s when the sound of mocking laughter and clapping was heard.

It was the changeling Emperor Frieza in his ‘wheel chair’.

“You little monkey’s are quite impressive.” He said in his mocking voice, contemptuous disdain dripping from his tone. His eyes scrutinized the gathered warriors then settled on King Uzaru’s form.

“I see there’s a bull among the insects. Still, you are no match for me.”

Frieza’s laughter was unnerving. Such confidence. King Uzaru was hundreds of times stronger than the strongest saiyan. He was likely stronger than all the saiyans combined. His power level was off the charts. The changeling was delusional. How could he ever hope to compare?

“I see you don’t understand.” Frieza chuckled in amusement. “I can say I blame you monkeys. Allow me to show you the true meaning of fear.”

King Uzaru sneered, then spat on the ground.

“Bold words for such a small creature.”

“Indeed…” Frieza retorted before he was engulfed by a golden light. There were no stories, no way of knowing what to expect aside from the small impetuous creature in a ‘wheel chair’.



If King Uzaru’s transformation caused the ground to shake, Frieza’s seemed to trigger an earthquake.

The sky darkened as the changeling Emperor laughed, his power seeming greater than the Kings! But he did not have a legion of trained elite warriors at his side. Today, Frieza would be brought to his knees and his reign of terror would come to an end.

The ensuing battle was vicious, bloody and petty, filled with rage, pain and despair- all while the changeling mocked.

Maez fought like never before, got up again and again, even as he felt his body break in more places that he could count. He could no longer recognize the landscape of the planet, as it had become a picture of desolation because of all the fighting. All seemed lost- and then a feeling beyond anything he had ever experienced came over him.

The King was dead as were countless other warriors and Frieza was approaching. Maez was beside himself with rage and despair! He wanted nothing more than to avenge his fallen comrades, to wipe the infernal grin off the faze of that golden demon. In that moment, he felt as if he would explode, but instead he felt himself expanding, power flowing through him like never before. His blue aura was pulsing, turning brighter, turning golden? He didn’t much care! He’d take the power, whatever it was, he would take it all, as long as he could kill Frieza.

But the changeling Emperor simply pointed a finger at him.

“Oh no you don’t. I won’t let you turn into him.”

Pain beyond anything he’d felt before overtook him. He was being sent ti the next world!

But that’s not what happened, was it?

---

Maez woke with a start.

"WAKEY WAKEY, EGGS AND BAKEY!!!!!"

A thunderous voice bellowed through the halls.

"SERVANT ELF GIRL! THE JAM REQUIRES AN OPPONENT TO START HIS DAY OFF! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

“What the heck….!?”

Maez was almost wide awake as he rose from the racket outside the hall. Without thinking much about it and forgetting all about his dream, the saiyan went and opened the door to the hall, just to see what the noise was all about.

Tag: @Darth_Elu, ( @The Jedi in the Pumas, @Shadowsun )

 

IC: Jo’Sua Dhatra
Lies of Life ~ Truth of Death

Laying there and letting the darkness take him it was not long, or perhaps it was longer than any can fathom. It was a state of pure existence that defies the simple fecundity of time that robs in it’s passing and births in the garden that has not yet been. It was then that he felt the pressure, pressure he embraced with open mind and folded arms. It was there, it was coming, it was here, it was wonderful, it was still coming, it was too much. . .it was beautiful and terrifying!

It was hundreds of years of memories and his mind defaulted to a method to process them in the night. The default so many use when trying to figure something out that defies their own mind but they yet they know and accept it, the form of a story if merely in part. Though to his soul and his mind it was ever unfolding and filling, for this the first of the night a portion yet may be shared to show the scope of that thing that defies and is without reason.

Where to begin! Ah, yes. The beginning, he remembered the story before he remembered himself. A tale as old as time. A way so many were fond of.



Once Upon a Time, in a Land Far Far Away. . .His father was a mighty warrior and adventurer to the mystic worlds. Traveling many and doing many errant acts of good, as well as petty acts of desire. His father was a conqueror of worlds and a master of none. He added to the hedge to protect the Alpha pair of the pack – a hedge that was already fast approaching over a hundred worlds!

His father came to the quiet world of Albian and scouted the land, slayed monsters, razed dens of power of evil or good across the land. Father lowered all to an equal status beneath his boot. It was here that his mother met his father. He was a fierce and strong form, a nearly deific killing machine that she tried to placate for fear of her daughter’s life. She remembers seeing him and the flames that danced from his weapons with terror and awe.

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It was here in the wood that he found her and she him, and she gave him food and water and rest. But being an adventurer incorrigible he had asked for more with smile and boast and pride. She afraid for her life and the lives of those she cared for had given in, given of herself to sate the wolf that was in her woods. Or was it she gave in from admiration and lust? Ask one parent or the other and the tale was different. Jo’Sua knew that. Just as his podlings or litter mates had known from a young age when his father had passed through that way again upon their fourth year of life. His mother had not been pleased, as unlike purebreds that her first daughter was a single of, her gaggle of six children could not reliably hide in their plant forms. Wait, did memory fail to show the mother already? Ah, wait. There she is. Mom.

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His mother was a Dryad his father was an Cardinal Wind / Wolf / Fairy / non-mundy Human hybrid. Just your typical parents.

*Cough*

She was pretty wasn’t she? He thought so. That first meeting with his father had not been pleasant, he had wanted to move the mother and children back to his grandparents as was often his want. That went over like forest fire. Talk about not understanding whom you were having carnal relations with. Mother Willow was not pleased at all, any she had taken as lover before and since his father had known her children were hers and hers alone to raise as fey. Also, where before his mother had deferred to the destroyer of powers and authority beyond loose allegiances to the almighty pack – now she had a gumption to stand up to him and let her own thoughts be truly known. She couldn’t hide them and they were found, and from that moment onward she found a sun-beam inside herself that not even she had ever known was there. Father North, named after Great-great grandfather North, said she always had it and that it was what had drawn him to her that fateful night, but then again his father had forty-seven children that he eventually discovered. . .at last count when Jo'Sua was in his twenties. Joys of an adventurers life one supposes, although when he was finally old enough to visit his grandparents and learn these things it was a mark of shame in the family pack.

You see his grandparents lived on a quiet little out of the way place that was the ancestral birthplace of the pack on a little world called Earth. Next to the Farm it was a splendid place to be a child and roam free and howl at the moon, nearly as good as the wilds of their home Albian. Of course meeting Grandma Lake was like nothing else, you see grandma was an Agent of Fate. Literally. She would do delivery runs randomly throughout the multiverse and used to have a glorious side hustle of rescuing destroyed fates from battle fields to sell on the side for profit. One of her gifts was to look at you and be able to literally see your fate. So meeting Grandma was an odd thing, she met Grandpa as a boy and burst into tears before going on a mega bender! Just for frame of reference. So when she met each grandchild she knew ahead of time what that child would mean in vague terms just as she had known one of many kids (his father) was going to be a wild thing with many many children.

Grandma Lake, or Green Lady of the Lake as you might know her was a stunning lady whom was always confusing to his young self. She was so carefree and simply happy, but also so deep and complex at the drop of a hat. He loved her when he met her, but by the time she met him she had cried. The first few siblings had been blessed with happy quiet fates, simple lives of joy and marriage, but his was already attached to his soul and she wept tears of sadness on his young boy head. For it was not a fate she could replace as it was so tightly bound to his very soul. Her soft green hand caressing his leafy cheek. It had been a short visit but he had learned much about his pack that spanned so many worlds and snuck a peak at his Grandfathers books that he wasn’t supposed to read and learned more about his Great Grandparents – the Alpha’s. Some cousins and half-siblings had helped teach them shapeshifting better as well.

Wolf genes were persistent though, one could say that easily. All of the pack were marked in one manner or another by the Wolf. As a child his favored form was decidedly something not human, not exactly wolf, and not exactly plant. As his siblings would tease he was not very good at the shapeshifting thing.

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This form he had loved to run around in, to see the world and explore it by scent and by taste and by running! His mother may have been rooted but her children six from that one time of tasting travel were flighty and called to be ever moving. Like tumble weeds they ever roamed, but always stayed close to home. Considering his Grand Aunt, or however one says your fathers fathers sister, was the North Wind and his Great grandfather had turned down the inherited position from his father, well one could simply ask if you ever saw the wind sit still? Haha! They were rascals all as any good wild children of the woods are want to be! Playing games and having fun as only they could, some playing wolf as others played as high elves of the wood riding their wolf mounts hunting down frogs and weasels with abandon. It was a fun childhood.

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His wanderlust as he grew to be a young adult saw him returning to his Grandparents when he was finally a young man to stay a while, and all from his litter were starting to choose their own ways to go. Having learned all the wood of Albian had to teach them, quickly and rambunctiously his was drawn to learn more of the weird and wild world of his Grandparents. His Grandfather called him and his other leafy siblings cù-sìth as a term of endearment, as if they were the green wolves of the celts that you hear thrice and die if you haven’t found safety yet. Pouncing was a love language to a young wolf, what could they say really, but it was a term of endearment. By this point though Jo’Sua as a young man could shift between human, wolf, plant, and something between easily, but sharing his wandering spirit with his Grandfather he settled in for many years. Time passed as he had asked to be trained in the realm of man now. To learn their ways and their unique technology that had made the mundies not merely a people to be pitied but to be feared.

It was a lesson plan he had taken to heart. Knowing the common was weak and fragile but even a fragile thing can kill you if it turns just right, something mundies had made an art and were prolific at. He learned so much and once he thought he knew it all for a few years he applied for the clans scouting packs. Eventually he was accepted and went to a few anniversary parties for the Alphas as his training took him across the many types of worlds the pack controlled and those they were allied with. Meeting the Alphas though, that had left an impression a forest wide upon him. The Big Bad Wolf and Snow White – the two that the whole pack was to always protect and keep safe, whom they had spread and conquered over a hundred worlds and likely would a hundred more as time went on to ensure the two would be safe so absolutely.

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That would be them in the first picture and the couple on the bottom right of the second. His own Grandfather Ambrose was the dapper man with dress shirt, sweater, and leather jacket. His Grandmother Lake was the green woman with white hair telling him what he had to do before he could go home to his writing career again! He adored them, more than he ever could his own father and just as much as he did his mother. His mother who had come to grudgingly accept the way things were with her children drawn to the pack even if most stayed on her world and became oddities from their Fable and Fairy blood that kept cruel age so sternly at bay so long once that sad state of being called adulthood came to settle in their bones. His four sisters married and quartered the world of Albian between them, four -for all intents and purposes for now- eternal queens.



He was nearly half a century old when it was time for him to be called up to go scout the new worlds in a more ordered manner. The part of the pack he had joined had seen him used in defense of their worlds to scout enemy positions, to map the wilds, and ferret out rebels that a lone Wolf ruler couldn't handle alone. But finally it was time to scout out new worlds to tell which if any near the hedge were a threat to the pack in any way, to anticipate and neutralize before they came knocking on the hedges of the packs boarders. Which ones were to be marked for adventurers like his father that posed little risk at present, but were more opportunities as more and more Wolf's joined the pack if they wanted to carve out a world of their own. Also those which might be deemed needing a coordinated effort to subdue, or posed an actual threat to the adjoining worlds.

That could change depending on where you were of course, the doors between multi-verses didn't lead everywhere at once and each world only had a few doors that linked to the others near them. It also helped that most worlds were clusters, magic worlds were usually in clumps just as were tech worlds - but they went by theme instead of reason on which were where and connections followed no true logic so a where did not dictate a where to. For instance a world two trips out from the Alphas chosen world could be four deep on every portal except for one that went somewhere that linked to no others in the pack worlds. For example Aldian was considered an edge of the hedge world, two of the connecting worlds were conquered, but there were two more doors on the world. Burying and blocking was always an option, but as history taught there was always the Cloud Giants that somehow connected all sky's across all the multiverse. So that was a fifth door without a way to block except the peaceful alliance that existed so long as no Wolf got the urge to become a new Jack with some magic beans. One in the multiverse was enough of a headache, blessing, and pain in the history books as it was!

Going home he had kissed his sisters rings, he had hugged his brother, and he kissed his Mother Willow. It was a painful and warming farewell, he had high spirits and hope. Although he knew it always pained his mother to see him travel and not stay like his sisters and their twenty-one children had so far. Being a scout he left most possessions behind, not that he really had many that he cared for. His Mother had given him a twig from her branches to carry with him, to the dark new worlds, a keepsake and reminder of home. His sisters had each said a seat would be set aside in their kingdoms for his feast when he returned, and that he absolutely had to visit theirs first before the other Sisters so that he could have the best while his appetite was still large. His brother had given him a braided rope made from his own vines, a way to make sure he always had a way back as well as their scents with him.

Leaving them he had gone onward, next he had stopped at his Grandparents place in Wolf Valley by the Farm. Grandpa had been facing another deadline and so their parting had been short with him joking about how Grandpa still used a typewriter in a world in a computer age and had been so since his Grandpa was a child. Grandma Lake scolded him for picking on his Grandpa and apologized she didn't have Excalibur to give him, that had been handed out long before he was born. Instead he had gotten hugs and told to always remember he was loved and welcome home. After all this was one of the few places technically outside the pack where he would and could still be with family, no matter what. A fact he was reminded of by Ghost - his Great Uncle that was on many worlds considered a pariah as he was born pure wind and ate breath to live. A fact which had seen the unseen and accidentally neglected baby killing several Fables before he was saved and taught better and hidden by family to keep him safe. Why would they want to share such a depressing story? But the sadness in his Grandmother's eyes haunted him, and would for centuries to come when he left Earth.

He left with two others, a small pack to explore and recon. What they found were worlds that best resembled 'Lord of the Rings' realms. That was the fantastic thing about Earth, for whatever reason the Mundies - sorry, mundane humans - had one special and odd gift. They wrote stories, stories that often found truth in the heart of them in one manner or other throughout the multiverse and in multiple forms. How he wished he had stumbled on a few of the Oz worlds, those were always interesting and the lunchbox trees were something he always wanted to see after reading the stories.

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Instead he mapped out a set of wild worlds in flux centered on Tolkien and whatever had inspired that author was the manifestations from here. Some worlds the story was over, the Darkness was dead and the rings a story of the horrors past as the world moved forward to a bright future. The realms of darkness having been conquered and settled by man and dwarf, the histories memorialized in odd ways. Some did so with white walled cities and gleaming towers were dark ones had once stood lest any forget the history and tragedies of the past. Lest any forget where darkness could lead, but that the light had triumphed in costly ways.

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Others, the story was not that far yet. It was still new and raw and the darkness yet slept. These were the worlds that begged better scouting and caution. After all, just because one world in a theme got a happy ending didn't mean they all would. That had been seen often enough. It was on this one world that a remapping of Mordor was to be just beginning the start of a new tale, and the end of an old. This was where the scene would begin from Fates wheel, the scene that had made Grandma Lake weep at the sight of him as a small boy.

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He and the other two from the pack had shifted their forms to blend in. One to mimic a grey orc, another a tan one, and him a green orcish or goblin thing. Things seemed to go fine, they had traversed the land and were heading back. Next was to scout the elvish lands before they left this world and headed back to turn in their report. Only things are rarely so simple.

The eye was stirring, searching for the orcs that it would make commanders and those that had darkness in their hearts. It was the point in the story were the dead kings woke and the dark things first began to stir.

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It was his scouting parties unlucky fate that Sauron's gaze fell upon them and pierced their shifted forms, looking deep in the evaluating and dangerous eyes of the wolves to see them for what they were. From then on they were hunted relentlessly. They fought and they ran for nearly half of Mordor trying to escape ever westward toward the kingdoms of the elves. One, Selene the first and leader of their scouting party, she died from her wounds first. Or rather she died by choice knowing her wounds were becoming too much. Pulling a plasma grenade she had made sure she took as many with her as she could when she died and tried to buy the other two time to get away. In the heart of enemy territory they forever were running from enemies, but also toward them. A situation made all the harder by the ever following Eye, and that a scouting party doesn't have equipment not native to a visited realm beyond those last ditch destructive weapons. So on foot they were nominally faster than anything else, especially unmounted orcs, but the warg riders and Sauron's death knights had flying mounts that were ever harrying them.

It was two days later that they were caught up by these, and they had learned from the prior confrontation when these enemies overran them and tried to take them down. This time it was his own time to die, Baron had the information and knew as much as he and was in better shape. Jo'Sua took the arrows that were meant for him and proudly prepared for whatever would come next as he heard and felt the enemies close. When Jo'Sua pulled his grenade out, signaling the last remaining scout to shift into a wolf and run for it by a solemn nod, he turned preparing to pull the pin. Only then there was an arrow through both hands before he could do anything. The grenade was knocked to roll free upon the craggy ground, and he howled in pain. He could feel the poison in the arrows sapping his strength as he shuffled after the grenade, feebly pulling with hands and teeth to remove the arrows as went for his sure death. He already had three more arrows piercing into his body as he removed the others, it was a relentless war to get the grenade and keep himself able to use his hands. Finally pulling the arrows out he dove, scooping up the grenade and removing the pin in a fluid motion! Rolling he saw the great beast was upon him, it's draconic lizard maw gaping forward after him he chucked the grenade down the maw unthinking.

The death rider had dismounted as had three others, their mounts lifting off to the sky before they were consumed in the detonation of his last ditch weapon. He should be dead, if that bloody lizard had not left so quickly, if the death riders hadn't dropped and shooed the beasts away! Panting he let despair taint his breathing and his mind as they advanced. Only they weren't moving for the killing blow, he could tell in how they moved, cautious and wide - waiting for reinforcements. Then he smelled it, they weren't waiting for reinforcements they were waiting for the orcs to bring a cage!

"No." he softly muttered. "No." Louder this time. "No!" Louder. "NO!" he screamed as he tried to fight them, tried to goad them into killing him as he attacked with the broken arrows. Gripped like mini-spears that he had pulled from his own flesh now turned against them. They kept him back and tried not to harm him too badly attempting to keep up the delaying and exhausting tactics, wearing him down by keeping him active and poisoned. He fought and they fought, and he fought orcs when they came and their mounts as well when they came within range aiming to skewer their eyes. Three times he tried to steal one to ride away, but it never worked. Unlike horses they did not bow to a strange wolf. More and more and more the battle raged throughout the night. Until the dawn broke.

Forty seven orcs died that night, three nightmare lizards he couldn't care to remember the name of to his grenade, five wargs were wholly or partially blinded, and the three undead continued to taunt him that he could not kill them no matter how many times he stabbed them. In the end those three are what truly kept him here, the three he could merely annoy. They did so vex him until that final hour, when all strength seemed gone and they closed in upon him as he dropped spent to the ground. Then, once close enough he let his anger rush out, with a feral rage he leapt with the last of his energy at the closest wraith! Stabbed with an orcish blade through the head of the nearest one! It howled as it caved in on itself and screamed as it died a high pitched horror to counter the low growl Jo'Sua ground out - the shockwave when it died or ceased to be flattened all present for the event. Lying there with a stupid grin on his face he hoped that would be enough for them to kill him.

Then one wraith advanced and stabbed him in the chest. He thought he had won, he had angered them and tarried them and he had killed one! Now they would return the favor, the other had gotten away. He may die, but he had bought time for the last scout to escape, he had bought time for this world to be marked. And most of all he had bought his own serenity in death. He had done good for the pack. That was all that mattered as the darkness closed in, he had protected the family. His family.

Only...

He hadn't, not as he thought. He didn't die, for it was a morgul blade they had sunk in his chest, purposefully only through a lung. It was a month later that he awoke with a start to find himself an undead creature, one bound in service to the King of the Nine who served the one. A wraith whose free will was shackled to another. Another who was in turn shackled to the one Sauron. He had heard how the Alpha had once been bound but had found emotion and a way to harness his shapeshifting to escape - but no matter what he tried in those brief hours before the first commands. There was no escape, not for him.

He was brought before the Eye of Sauron. Where he told the secrets of the worlds beyond worlds that they had not yet discovered. He told of the pathways and the pack, of the one door they had so far found that led here. To this end he was appointed to spy breeding program overseer, where he would train and listen to all spies reports. In case one ever told of his kind scouting their world again. He did so dutifully for twenty years, keeping an ear open for any tales that told of his own kind coming this way again. One day he got the report that twenty years prior a wolf of unusual size and intelligence had been killed in the elvish woods by an archer - a wolf that had spoken as it died. A scene only spied by a spider that had not passed up the chain with any speed. He was the last of the scouting party now and no news of this world had ever been able to leave it. The known gate to here would be buried and rendered worthless. The world would be cut off for at least another fifty years before any would dare to even magically peak within it for knowing the type of world it was. And if war was afoot for the pack on any other worlds or fronts, it might be delayed a hundred years or more. It would be deemed too dangerous.

And if they did peak by some miracle or hunch, that eye might be all they saw. And with that none would come.

When he shared this news as he was bound to do he was moved to instead be solely in charge as prison warden and of the breeding program to improve the spy league of Sauron. So he toiled without rest nor slumber for another hundred-sixty years before he was moved to a new post. In this world with his knowledge of the story they were witnessing unfold again, despite it being a unique variation would lead to darkness winning. Sauron knew this and that he would walk the world of Middle-Earth and all were to be brought low under his rule. For Jo'Sua he was tasked as the ring was felt to be in motion to stand at the mouth of the cave with a battalion of assassins, where they ambushed the Ring Bearer. They slaughtered Frodo and Smeagul/Golum, and took Samwise as a captive for the slave and spy breeding camp. Jo'Sua, now the ring bearer, had held up the ring to be delivered to Sauron as the battle raged all over. Then, the moment came he had held deep within, his own freedom was returned as the King of the Nine was killed by one that was not a man. Only he was still bound to Sauron if to no other, but in that moment that shifting of bonds he was free enough and wasted not a breath of it! He shifted his spectral form as much as he could, the ring he had secured with a bit of old twine onto a twig he had always with him, and threw the ring with all his strength and magic!




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It was over five hundred years later as he practiced his forms for combat against an array of slaves that he felt it. A sirens call. A tone of freedom that was the most precious lure. For it he abandoned his kingdom and rule over what was known as the Dark Wood he could be free completely. It made him remember the past, he had disbursed Sauron that day, by launching the ring all the way into the volcano's lava where it burned with the last vestiges of home he had. Yet evil with the armies prepared and knowledge he had given, they had still won that day. The armies of man were crushed, the elves were brought low, and the dwarves were all but eradicated and the shire became a sad sight. Only the Ents with whom he had gotten Sauron and Sarumon to appease had remained a neutral and free people to this day, and were his closest trade partners.

Still he heard the call, prepared, and stood ready. His form dancing between spectral, real, plant, wolf, wind, and man with none and all seeming to be present and none dominant at any one moment. Having long ago learned to overcome the limitations of being a wraith upon his forms, although unlike the Alpha he did not return to merely being what he was. In many ways his forms were enhanced now with his spectral powers, powers he had used to astounding affect many times to put the other global powers in their place. Turning he handed a scroll to his chief slave and advisor that had been with him for nearly five hundred years. Samwise - the perfect blend between hobbit and elf! "This will be yours now, yours to keep, to win, to loose, or to destroy. I have taught you all you know from all I know. From deep ancient magics to modern crossbows. Tend it well daughter of Wood and daughter of Shire." Turning he walked out toward the moonlit balcony. Opened his arms and loosed his chains. He would either ascend to a higher plane and return changed, or he would never return.

He took a moment to look back but once, at the doorway between this world and another he had recovered two hundred years ago. The one that still did not work. If he waited he could try it again, if he waited perhaps someday his spies would stumble upon another door that still worked. Perhaps and someday he was tired on waiting for.

For that was the leap of faith he took now, that was the risk to attain power to make Sauron look no more powerful than a common human in a bar.

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Finding himself staring at the ceiling, in the room of the elite Jo'Sua Dhatra, he hissed in silence. He was many things, but in the end he was merely a man - as far as he could tell. A Wraith of a man.

Rising he walked and collected his armor he found to have been returned before heading to the restroom and set it all down. Then with careful hands he removed his helm. Setting it atop the pile as a most precious jewel atop the mound of gleaming armor. Looking in the mirror he smiled and focused on being no longer spectral as he had kept shifting, but solid. Purposefully solid. Then there he was, broken, tainted, green like Mom and Grandma Lake, but also. . . merely a man.

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"Hello Jo'Sua Dhatra." he intoned to himself. Dryad / Wolf / Fairy / Cardinal Wind / Fable Human - Wraith. And perhaps, just perhaps. A little bit more.

Re-donning his armor he went out into the main chamber to wait for what would come. Shifting just ever so slightly out of plane he made sure he was presentable as he lifted the blank sheet of paper before opening the doors. He had sniper training today, and then a little something more.

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OOC: And the big reveal! He is actually from the Fable Comic Universe!