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located in Dameria, a part of Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot, one of the many universes on RPG.

Dameria

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Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus
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Jonathan waited for Kilia to hand him the pad as he would then Unviel what his hero would do. It was slightly something a tad more to his liking, a Knight Character as said Avatar started to rush headlong into the troops and cut his way towards the castle. He was hitting a precise angle in how the troops were placed by how he looked at them when he was sitting out with Kilia defending. Jonathan kept a straight face only to smirk to anyone noticing him as he neared the castle.

Soran watched the character charge the castle, much like his own had, but instead of being without a weapon to fight back, this one had one. He lifted an eyebrow as he glanced up to Tristan. He wondered what the red head would do in response and decided to hold his tongue until something absolutely dire happened and Tristan needed his help.

Tristan had his eyes on the pad, as if the attack didn't bother him, yes his troops were being cut down. However he had more surprises closer to the castle. One was the very thing that Jonathan had mentioned to Kilia. A trap had been placed, now all that was needed was someone to set it off. He pulled up a sudden calvery rider behind Jonathan's character. It was to drive him to where he needed him to go.

Jonathan read the move as both an attempt to run him down and possibly to push him to something very unpleasant. He openly smiled as he then ordered his character to run away from the rider, seemingly to follow what Tristan predicted, but he then made a mad dash to the left of the rider and gave a swiping slice to the Rider in an attempt to trip him up.

The rider fell, and Tristan just shrugged, as he continued using his pad. He put an archer on the wall, to far away to openly attack, and it was shooting at Jonathan to keep him away from the wall.

Jonathan made his character run head long for the gate once more, whilst trying to make him run in a serpentine fashion to avoid getting shot, although Tristan's behavior gave Jonathan a slight chill, but he didn't let Kilia notice.

Peter could only chuckle at how this part of the round was going, he looked at Rethyn who looked like he was falling asleep and sighed. He almost looked like he was about to get bored. He needed another spectator buddy, either that or he would try to slip out of the room to the Dance floor.

The gate was heavily protected as it was. Three guards stood there, each weilding two scimaturs, an open attack would almost be sucide. There were barricades present as well, which would slow down Jonathan's character. And just in case...Tristan had another surprised waiting. The chime again sounded, and he finally spoke "30 seconds Jonathan."

Jonathan smirked as he made his character pull something off of his belt and hurled it towards the guards, hoping that if it connected, it would set some of them on fire. Jonathan then made his way slowly through the barricades while the fire bomb did it's work, hopefully.

Peter sighed boredly and then suddenly laughed at the hurling of the bomb, but it wasn't enough. With A sleepy companion, spectating was getting boring. He half wondered if he got up and went to the dance floor would anyone notice?

"Hmm," Tristan kinda glanced at the fire bomb, as it hit two of the three guards, the third advanced though waiting it seemed. The two guards on fire quickly vanished from the scene, but with a slight push of a button, they returned...as skeletons. The stood their ground though, as they were there as a backup.

Jonathan sucked in his breath as he tried to think about his next strategy, hoping he had enough time in his turn to deal with them. He couldnt tell what to do. Peter was chuckling at Jonathan's predicament. However, he decided that After Soran's next turn he would sneak off to the dance floor to try and do his own thing. And Maybe find Julianna and slightly confront her about Bamboozling him.

Tristan noticed the hesistation, and it seemed like his guard stopped and the chime went off at the same time. He looked up at Jonathan, "saved by the bell," he said even though he left it vague about whom he was talking about. He gave a smile to Soran as he handed over the pad, "Next round"

Taking the pad, Soran smiled, his fingers brushing against Tristans as he accepted the device. Glancing over to Kilia, he gave her a smile, "Ready for me?"

Kilia looked as if she were going to pop any moment as her cheeks were puffed out, slightly red as she concentrated on the pad. Soran laughed at the sight so hard that he doubled over giggling. Kilila, startled by the sudden laughter, looked up at him raising an eyebrow, "What are you laughing at?"

"You!" Soran answered as he took a breath. Standing up straight, he leaned against Tristan knowing that his small size and wieght were nothing really.

Puffing up her cheeks again, she narrowed her eyes, "Just wait, Soran. Ill get you this time."

"Uh-hu," he said and worked on his character. This time he was going a little more heavily armored, though he still tried to keep the speed. Even if he wasnt agile, he would be fast enough to reach the castle. He worked silently just as Kilia seemed to be agonizing over her own. Soran still giggled every now and then at her determination.

"Ready?"

Kilia glanced up and nodded, though she didnt look like she was ready in the least.

Soran grinned at her, "Alright, here I come," he said his eyes sparked with their familiar fire again. The game started and Soran was completely surprised that Kilia had done nothing with her defenses. He hesitated, glancing up to Tristan, he looked back to her and lowered an eyebrow. Pushing his character forward, he charged for the castle.

Kilia watched him carefully. It seemed she was waiting for something. Soran halted his advance. Kilia glanced up at him, tilting her head a bit. She smiled innocently at him. That is soo not innocent he thought to himself as he glowered at the playing field that was literally only himself. What is she planning.... His first thought was to go directly through the gate, but he figured she was waiting for that as it would seem obvious. So instead he rushed to the wall. He would climb up to the top and over it. As he did so, Kilia still didnt do anything which made him even more nervous.

As his little 3-D character climbed down to the other side, he stopped again for a moment. He wasnt too far away now. With a slight groan, he pushed the character forward, bolting for the flag. Then it happened. In a slight flash and bang, his character was trapped in a tiny little metal box with bars. Soran gasped, "Ah!"

Kilia, on the other hand, lost it. Laughing uncontrollably she rocked back and forth as Soran fumbled with his pad.

"Shit!"

Peter began chuckling too as he got up from the couch and started to walk away and head for the dance floor. "Too funny." He said to no one in particular as he headed out of the Game room. "Off to the dance floor." He then said, hoping to find his own entertainment, or at least, find the Bamboozler who beat him. When he caught up with her he's gonna.....wait. What was he gonna do? Peter stopped a moment to think on that before shrugging and continuing on his way.

"Nice one Kilia." Jonathan whispered. "Got another surprise?"

Still giggling uncontrollably, she shook her head, "No," she answered between breaths.

Soran was struggling, frantically trying to free himself when the timer went off. He paled, then his face flushed red which made Kilia laugh harder. She was fanning herself now with one hand as she tried to breathe properly. Soran was freaking out, trying to get his character free, but to no avail. The worst of it was that he was mere inches from the flag.

"Nope... nothing else. But... hes not going anywhere at all," she laughed.

"Aww man! The hell...." Soran groaned as the timer slowly melted down to zero. He hung his head at the defeat and heaved a heavy sigh, "Well... I have to admit, that was pretty damned good there Kilia."

She grinned at him.

Rethyn had most definetly passed out as he was snugged into the side of the couch. His hands were together on his lap and his breathing was soft. Ocasioanlly he'd shuffle a bit in his sleep, but never all that much.

Tristan couldn't help but to smile slightly at Soran's predicament, he had to hand it to Kilia that was a good move. "I guess this round is theirs," he said.

Jonathan was chuckling at Kilia's move. "You bet it is ours, how do you call it Peter?" Jonathan asked but realized then and there that Peter had promptly left to go to the dance floor, "Either that or he is searching for Julianna, I don't think he liked what she pulled on him..." he thought with a small smile on his face as he shook his head. "Well I guess he got bored." He commented more to himself Then anyone about Peter's sudden disappearance.

As the game went on, it kinda looked like some of the food (other then what was the consumed) had been put away, what was left was things that wouldn't spoil as badly. One thing that had been added though was some sweet stuff for dessert. Julianna had caught Peter leaving the game room, and promptly hid. She wasn't scared...well maybe a little. Her hiding place seemed to be on the other side of the food table, which wasn't a very good one to say the least.

Tristan turned to Soran, "So what's next," knowing the other had a few thoughts in his head.

Looking up at Tristan, the blonde haired Seer seemed to take a moment to think. He tapped a slender finger against his lower lip as he filtered through his many options. Finally, he met Tristans gaze and smiled at him, "How about a dance first? Since... you know, Im feeling nice and will challenge you to that pool match I mentioned earlier a little bit later. How does that sound?" he asked with a small laugh.

Peter was heading for the general direction of the dance floor when movement near the table caught his eye. Most of the perishable foods was moved away and Peter smirked slightly as he saw a bit of red hair hiding at the end of the table. "You're in a lot of trouble with me Lassie." He said rather pointedly yet not in an angry tone for some reason which shocked him. Was some part of his mind actually trying to flirt with her. He mentally slapped himself a few times for saying it in such a way. "I'll be either wanting a rematch or some other way of making it up to me Miss Julianna. If you want to talk or anything I'll be on the dance floor." With that Peter promptly left for said location.

Was there giggling coming from behind the food table as Peter left, Julianna couldn't help it, the boy was funny. What was he going to do...make her dance. She stood up as he walked away, lucky for her, she knew the back way out of the bunker. Yet, she was curious, and kinda wanted to know how he wanted her to make it up to him. She had a look of indecision on her face, and sighed slightly.

She picked up some chocolate from the dessert and popped it into her mouth and headed for the dance floor. She found Peter and walked up to him, "Ok I am here."

Tristan also looked like he couldn't decide what to do. "I guess a dance sounds ok." Frankly Tristan was slightly scared, but he didn't show it.

Soran laughed, reaching up he gently patted the boys chest, "You guess? Well if that doesnt tell me anything I dont know what would. Alright, come on big boy, lets go. I think youre going to enjoy this," he said with a wink as he grabbed Tristans hands and led him from the room to the area outside where it was considered the dance floor. The music was loud once again and the dancing lights really got him in the mood. Releasing Tristans hands, he hummed softly to himself as he watched the boy, taking a few steps away from him. Tilting his head slightly he smiled as his small frame started to sway slightly to the music. A few minutes after and he had started dancing without a care. He wouldnt say he was the -greatest- but he wasnt terrible either. His hands were on either hip at one point as he moved, then reaching out to grip Tristans waist, hooking his fingers in the belt loop as he pulled the boy to him. It wasnt long until Soran had completely lost himself to the music.