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Penny Sattely

A human pyromaniac who can't ever stop because of a rare condition.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Rulke

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"They will never understand our relationship..."
Penny Sattley

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Penny is complicated because her obsession with Fire is based on more than the mere beauty, to her it is the only warmth she ever feels. Thus to her this means it must be her true love... This makes her come across very deranged, she appears suicidal or at least have a complex about this. It is very difficult to talk to her, since she perceives nearly all as enemies which is a huge problem. This is further challenging because she is brought to rage or fury if you do anything to harm her work. Best advice stay the fuck away from her.


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I remember the day I first met her, it was accident, she was restrained trapped behind a guard, but after seeing her I knew I needed her. It began so simple, small bursts to bring her forth, but they never lasted or people decided to prevent her escape. I craved her warmth, her caress… Before her I was perpetually cold, but when I found her I felt her unforgettable touch coursing through me. Her innervating undulating dances so salacious and lewd. It escalated, I needed more and more to see those gestures and be brought to utter bliss by how she acted…

I worked on creating longer lasting ways to keep her here, people call me insane… Mad, but I am only in love and those people, they may have died in those buildings, but they provided the means I could see my love, strip down completely and dance close by. In pure ecstasy…



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A sensation akin to desire and fear, the roiling calling of those shifting swirling embers begging for the calypso to readily begin. I try avoid the darting gazes and whispers wanton of my fingers. It speaks and confesses my darkest fears... I whisper back sweet nothings. Sublime madness to the innervating abyss it gives to me. Each song and chord more like a gesture so seductive. It special kindness, those utterances. I fall for them, crash and burn. My drug, my rise.

Even when it is not there dancing like the provocative femm-fatale, it rawness courses through me. It is akin to sex, many brag about the high and endorphine release such twisted acts of congress provide, but there is no beauty. There is no grace. My first love is only her, for she knows just how to play my very body, the warmth she brings to my cold flesh is maddening euphoric bliss. I ache for the barest touch and to breath her torrid breath. It hurts my lungs, but pain and pleasure merely the little cruel demented dance she does. She begs, no pleads to breath again. I could ignore her, but then the harrowing iciness will once more torment me. I must make her sing, live in her beck and call.

Why do they keep depriving me of her? They mutter harsh secrets insinuating she is bad, that I should find other means... How can they understand? Our love is not the kind they can comprehend, it is primal and lasting, each revolt and flick of the match to bring her everglowing beauty is akin to a thousand ultimate nourishment. I live for her, she calls to me.

I know she is right, my hand reaches for the matchbook in my pocket, fondling the cardboard as the exileration grows, exceeds my basest outcomes. Desperately I tear and scratch, clawing her, then she is born. I let loose the deity, and she sings, she writhes, I am overcome, tantalized by her dances, and oh so lewd. I can only bite my lip and let fall a whimper, which makes her smile. I am her servant, her slave. And she spreads, continues to spread, soon I move away watching in voyeuristic pleasures as she continues on her path.

Utter destruction.

Wood, paper, all rising up to meet her and be felled, she is not matched with any other, no person can defeat her. I made her breathe, but she brings my elation and rhapsodies thudding in my soul. I am so tempted to help her, but I know she prefers a challenge, so I watch from a far craving her embrace... I wish deeply to caress her undulating form, but she hurts and taunts me instead. Thus I must be like a distant lover, watch her from this point up high and let her draw in the more evocative sensations to my core.

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There were some things that one just couldn't get legally; that was when you turned to places like the current market with it's shady cash only dealings and constantly changing location. It was a bit unusual for her to actually seek out the market, but someone had requested the visit in hopes of finding the stuff to make specialty ammunition for an equally special gun. They had come in as a pair, but quickly split up to cover more ground with plans to regroup outside the market once they were done.

As she browsed one of the makeshift stalls with it's folding tables and cheap cardboard signs, Catherine knew what to look for, but couldn't help but find the cop part of herself thinking that this was a bad idea. It had only been a few months since she'd returned to what amounted to the mundane world, and already someone was dragging her off on yet more strange adventures; however this time she wasn't tied down to MCU or it's Council. Retirement did have it's perks after all.

However as she moved to pick up one of the items in the stall, and ask how much, she caught a brief glimmer of something out of the corner of her eye. 'Was that fire?' Catherine thought to herself in confusion as she slowly set the item back onto the table. Had someone really been foolish enough to light a fire down here in what seemed to be a largely enclosed space?

Her question was soon answered as many of the vendors and customers began to scramble for the exit, out of the way of a large fire that was quickly consuming the booths, shanties, and shops present in the market.

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The Undermarket, a place teeming unsavory people and activity. One person walked these streets, a woman or more appropriately an android with the name of Hadriel did not have the intent to participate in these shady activities. She had wondered why she came her, most of these people were criminals who would pick on the innocent, there would only be a small handful of these people that were her due to unfortunate circumstances. She could have went to a different area, a different planet that was ravaged by war and help those people. But she had a feeling, that perhaps she could change some of these people, turn them into respectful people so they would not be dead in some alleyway or have killed another person.

The woman walked walked through the narrow streets, dressed in a strange way. The four lances that would float near her back were on her leg as a decoration, the two devices attached to her with wires were wrapped around her wait making it look like some cosmetic item, and her railgun and sword were disguised as a musical instrument. She walked these streets, looking at the people passing by her, trying to find someone that seemed disturbed or looked like they did not want to be here. But something else caught her attention, she began to pick up some fire in the area then her nose began to smell smoke. There was definitely a fire down here, but why would anyone make a fire down here? A fire in an enclosed space would cause some of the people here to die.

Just as suddenly as the fire had started, people began to rush and push each other to the nearest exit not even bothering to try and put out the fire. Hadriel had decided to go to the source of the fire, disguising her railgun as she did. She ran as fast as she could, eventually she had arrived at the area where the fire was going rampant. "Status of fire, spreading at an alarming rate. Death rates could reach the hundreds. Objective: put out the fire." She spoke to herself, but shook her head as she remembered she did not have to talk like that, she can talk normally now.

Quickly regaining her composure she aimed her railgun at a section of the fire, obviously ready to do something.

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People, people not running, nor crying in terror, people acting and even trying to stop her. She had wanted chaos, utterly maddening groups fleeing as she undulated and dances. Instead some remained, as if they believed they could stop her... The nerve, the utter revolting cheek. No respect, they are in the view of a Goddess. My beloved, and still they have the utter audacity to try stop her. All of them are bigots, bigots to love they will never fully comprehend. Love so tracendant only when I finally embrace her will I be free of this rotten shell they call my existence. My body shivers, the coldness. I crave to be near her, to touch her, but she whispers and tells me, "Not now." I obey and understand, but it is hard to be a voyeur to someone that is just as beautiful as the moon and hot as the sun. I desire, no need her light, her heat, scorching my body in utter ecstasy.

I must do something, they can't overshadow her grandeur, they must be punished. No one shall ruin her coronation. No one. I will stop them, watching no more, stand and do something, but I am weak my mistress, my love has the strength the utter radiance... I am merely the one who gives her life, that is it more, she needs help. I shall provide it. Reassuring myself I bent grabbed fresh match fondling the cardboard again, before striking it and watching in transfixed awe before igniting another. I had prepared for this, I had prepared they would try undo her ceremony, so I had reasoned and while watching and set up a new start point.

As the lit match hit the oil-soaked rags and wood, they immediately erupted into smaller version of my beloved. Growing and immediately devouring those flimsy rags and pathetic wood. Soon she spreading and I must move.

Quickly, I stand and I am moving to new location.

As my feet tread the hard groud the roaring, no purring of my beloved in my ear so close yet impossible to touch I even debate disobeying her, but I have done so once... and was punished no more did she ignite and I was left with my fucked up body, the cold just never leaving... Still I must move and let her to do her work?

No, wrong!

I had to stop them, they were monsters, cretins for depriving me of her.

I will teach them.

With that I stood up with the blaze behind me, "YOU SHALL NOT STOP HER, I WILL MAKE SURE SHE SUCCEEDS!" with that I ran out a knife in my hands growling viciously, "Bow before her, bow and then I may spare your rotten life... You deprive me of her, I will not let you, be warned true love cannot be stopped..."

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Vercerigo exploded into existence, wisps of black vapour trailing off him as the teleportation spell faded. He quickly scanned the area, blinking as an acrid sting made his eyes tear up. He smelled smoke, and there was fire...everywhere. He had heard that there was a 'disturbance' in the Undermarket from two passing underdwellers and had decided to try and do something about it.
He summoned Exoletus, and his Keyblade shimmered into existence in a small burst of golden light. He quickly climbed on top of a nearby stall and surveyed the chaos. Figures, darkened from the bright fire, ran this way and that, and some were taking advantage of the situation to steal from any unoccupied storefronts. He noticed that there were some others who were staying, but he could not locate the antagonist. He pulled up his collar to protect himself from the smoke and narrowed his eyes.
He muttered,"Ignis resistentia clypeus." and his being glowed red for a millisecond, then faded. He was now more resistant to fire, although he wasn't sure just how resistant he was. He remained on the roof of the stout store, searching for the cause of the fire.

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With her railgun pointed at the fire, Hadriel was prepared to neutralise the fire when in unexpected person appeared. Another woman stood in front of the blazing inferno, brandishing a knife and yelling at her making it clear that she was the arsonist who created the fire. It was also made clear that she was not in the right mind since she called the fire a "her" and wanted Hadriel to bow down before her.

Not intimidated or scared, she spoke up. "Attention miss, I would advise you to step out of the way. I will terminate this fire with or without you in the way. Afterwards if you are still alive and breathing, I will bring you to the police of the planet and have them arrest you. I will not stand by and let you burn down this place along with the people still down here. This will be your first and last warning." Hadriel spoke in a cold tone and turned her railgun to face the woman. She gave her a warning, she did not want to end a life but she will do it in order to save the lives of hundreds of people.

She hoped that the woman would step down, but she had stepped in front of her even though there was a clear difference in equipment. She might be more than willing to attack her and in that case maybe she should try a non-lethal means of subduing the arsonist, of course time was of the essence and she would have to work fast.

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Honestly, Brand thought to himself, how have I ended up here of all places? He had only meant to get groceries. Sighing, he looked around. This must be the under-market he'd heard of.

Just as he was debating whether or not it was legal to actually be here, he caught sight of something in the distance. In fact, it was more like he detected it from a long way off.

Fire. And a lot of it, at that.

He quickly threw his precautions aside, running through the stalls as panicking people rushed past him the other way, careful not to let any thieves take advantage of the situation.

Finally it came into view. It was spreading fast, and what appeared to be some sort of heavily armored person was approaching a woman standing before the fire. She was holding a knife and had a dangerous look about her, and it seemed she was responsible for it. He couldn't possibly get close, he would have to bring the fire to him instead.

Rolling up his sleeves (which immediately fell back down), he reached out his hands and made wave like motions. the fire began to move to the rhythm, back and forth, back and forth, until a small stream of it broke off and began moving toward brand, he was very slowly siphoning the fire toward him. He would likely get attacked for trying to foil the arsonist's plans but he now had a weapon he could use.

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As Vercerigo searched for the cause of the fire from his perch on the low roof of a building, he noticed a woman with a knife who was yelling at some sort of female android cop. The cop appeared to be warning her about something. He assumed that the lady with the knife definitely had something to do with the fire, and prepared himself to move in.

As he readied himself, a man in a grey hoodie ran in out of nowhere and, after looking around confusedly for a second, appeared to be drawing the fire toward himself. His eyes flicked back over to the arsonist. Although she may not noticed it now, she would definitely notice it in a couple of minutes, and would probably try and do something to the guy in the hoodie.

He straightened and twisted the black ring on his finger, exploding into black smoke and reappearing again about five feet in front of the guy in the hoodie. Turning, he said with a small grin, "I'm Vercerigo. Keep doing whatever it is you're doing, and I'll try and keep that crazy lady from reaching you." He turned back, raising Exoletus, and held it in a guarded position. He would be ready for her when she came.

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The nerve, the fucking nerve of that defiler, how dare he try rob my Goddess of her life. Thankfully I wore a poker face and no one realized the second fire, which unhindered was spreading, my Goddess and beloved would destroy all those who dared paw and fondle her without permission. She belonged to me, no one would harm or extinguish her, her whispers and dances innervating to my core. The heat brought to my body giving me something I barely recognized warmth, succuor. I even had others plans in my pocket I had experimental explosives that I had been shown by her in her a dream. They would would expand her beauty and make it impossible to fight her. My beloved, my one true savior would not suffer from the lecherous monsters who would rape and violate her like the monsters they are. My hands shivered in sheer ready anticipation the fire behind me roaring, dancing, undulating in ways that brought my very core to weep and eyes close in ecstasy.

The heat, the hotness provided, it was unreal to ever imagine my life without this. Her breath intoxicating and choking. The crackling and intimate dark whispers she echoed in my mind. I was her soldier, her lover, her priest. Nothing would stop me from this, thus I wave my knife glaring at them, before speaking, "DEFILER, BEASTS, YOU SHALL NEVER SUFFOCATE THE BEAUTY OF MY BELOVED." I spoke and threw two of the capsules and immediately when they exploded, fire erupted outside them.

Overcome, I whimpered in elation, the magnificence around me, just too difficult to bear. I heard her voices, she told me, not yet, but being surrounded by one you love so dearly makes it difficult, nonetheless I am loyal to her. I merely glared at the intruders upon my temple, my work of art. There was too much fire, even for the likes of these molesters.

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Hadriel soon turned her attention to the two new arrivals that arrived on the scene, they were not cops or any sort of law enforcement from their appearance, they looked just like regular people but with some interesting powers. They seemed to have arrived to help put out the fire putting their own personal saftey aside and putting the saftey of other people ahead of them. The Android would show her appreciation with a smile at their courage but all she could manage was a small nod and in their direction, she had rarely smiled and was still getting used to showing her emotions.

Her attention turned back to the arsonist who began speaking at them, her dagger all the while glaring at them. She would suddenly throw two capsules which exploded, causing more fire to spread through the market. Things were now getting out of hand and it was proven that there was no talking this crazed person down, the fire would need to be put out immediately but the srsonost would need to be subdued before she created more fires. "New objective: subdue the arson...no...I will subdue this arsonist before she creates more fire...here I go." Hadriel spoke to herself as she raised her weapon to the roaring flames.

Instead of reaching for the tigger of her railgun, she instead reached for a small button on the side of her weapons grip. Her I barrel attachment of her railgun would then spew some sort of clear liquid, freezing the air around the liquid and landing on the fire that was spreading on the roofs. The fire did not just fizzle out, it would freeze into a solid mass preventing the fire behind it from spreading past the makeshift barrier. Hadriel had not planned for the fire to freeze and she recorded in her mind that she can freeze energy.

With some of the fire contained she decided to subdue the arsonost before she made more fires. She took one deep breath and ran into the inferno, her personal shield protecting her from any harm the fire would do to her. She had to find the arsonist quickly but she hoped the others could contain the fire before it kept spreading.

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Brand nodded back at the stranger, grinning in return. "Name's Brand." he replied, "I'll try and stop this fire doing too much damage then. Thanks." he then focused his attention on the flames again, which were now picking up speed.

With each flame he consumed, he drew strength, and with each second the stream of fire grew steadily more rapid. Likewise, however, the undulating destruction he was fighting spread. With so many stalls and shops down here it was so easy for it to spread. On the other hand, with such a close roof it should be easy to snuff it out. since the fire couldn't go up with this environment, it would have to spread outwards, so he made sure to draw fire from around the outside, not from the centre, to try and gain the advantage and stop it spreading.

The armored woman also acknowledged him and Vercerigo with a nod. This was a good sign, since it was at least three on one. And they could gain the advantage by getting control of the fire, or at least partially.

Unfortunately the arsonist they were dealing with was even more enamoured by fire than he had feared, as she shouted at them in surprisingly articulate language. Heck, it was practically poetry. ~This one's more dangerous than I'd thought~, he thought to himself.

To make matters worse, the woman threw two capsules which exploded in fire. Great, more fire to deal with. Actually, that could work out well for him, as long as he can gain control of it it's basically just fuel for his abilities. He had to stifle a chuckle. Shouldn't have got so cocky.

In that moment, the armored woman fired some kind of clear liquid which sucked the heat straight out of the air. The fire froze, which was good for now, but the extreme cold temperature...it was just too much. He stumbled, the fire he was streaming freezing solid. he felt numb all over and was looking visibly pale. He struggled just to stand up, shivering, trying to see where the arsonist had gone. Now was probably the worst time for him to be attacked.

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Vercerigo watched the two women yell at each other. Well, watched a woman (That he guessed was the arsonist) yell at the robo-cop lady, who was talking calmly...it seemed she was talking to herself. He heard the arsonist start screaming, and caught the words "Defiler", "Beasts", and "Beloved". He frowned. This lady was most definitely not in her right mind.
He barely had time to mull over where she came from when a sudden shattering noise broke through his train of thought and two new huge fires blazed into existence. His mouth hung open as he watched the new fires twist and writhe, growing larger and larger with every passing minute. He panicked for a second, but then counted to five, and swallowed his fear. It was replaced with a deadly calm, and he quickly ran through a mental list of all the spells he knew that could eliminate a fire. He realized with an annoyed shock that he had no water related spells whatsoever. He cursed himself for his stupidity and thought hard. What do I have? Why in the name of the three ghosts did he not have any water spells? He suddenly smiled. He knew a spell. A couple, actually.
They involved sucking the air out of any certain area, and fire cannot survive without air. He focused his gaze on the nearest patch of flames and muttered, "Aera Lapsus!" A small spinning black void appeared over the fire and began pulling the flames into it, extinguishing the fire. Although he had taken care of this fire, several others raged across the Undermarket, blanketing the stalls and floors, and he fought panic. How were they going to put this out? He wondered if the robocop lady had subdued the arsonist yet. If she hadn't, he just might.

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I clung to the air, feeling it cruel molestations as it tried to deprive me of the oxygen to keep me alive. I was used to breathing my beloved, but even those truly who felt affection for another, had to end the ever long kiss and come out to breathe. Despite how her very breath left me utterly intoxicated, coughing and spluttering on her mere words and croonings, crackling, sparking, dancing. I was used to her breath, but when suddenly I felt the air grow empty, I tried to exhale, but found my vision growing blurry, unseen. I tried to reach and grasp the very fragments of this torture air, but instead it merely mocked and deprived me further. A flurry of desperate actions pinning me. I wanted to scream, writhe, but instead it became impossible, the air now gone, my breath left... in utter desperation I pulled out all the capsules I had, clinging to them and threw them in whatever direction...

After I collapsed in a heap, everything swimming, and the tender whimpers of my darling trying to live in the suffocating vacuum, I wish I could have fought longer... I wish...

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As Hadriel wandered through the flames looking for the arsonist, something began to feel strange. Her throat and chest began to slowly burn as if they were depraved of something, what was this feeling? She soon checked her sensors and found out the oxygen in the area was gone. The fires around her was slowly going out but she could not breathe.

If she was losing oxygen, then the arsonist must have been losing oxygen as well. She could have left and let the arsonist suffer her fate but she could not just let her die, everyone deserved to live even if they were doing some bad things. Placing a hand over he chest, Hadriel held her breath and kept running through the fire determined to look for the arsonist before she either burner or suffocated to death.

As she searched, Hadriel found herself dodging another capsule coming from within the fire. The aronist was alive but by the way the capsule was thrown, it was clear she was not doing so well. Know knowing what direction to search, Hadriel ran in the direction the capsule came from and she found the arsonist in a heap on the ground. "Please stay alive miss..." Hadriel spoke as she ran over to the arsonist's side and picked her up with ease. Her strength was slowly fading and now her chest and throat was now now burning. She had to get out soon or else they both would be dead.

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#, as written by Obake
Obake was rummaging through the trash, spying on Aryell and her associates from a distance when all of a sudden, one of them pointed a rifle in his direction. Obake continued to rummage through the garbage, sticking both hands into one of the garbage cans to conceal them. There was another bum sitting against a wall next to the trashcans, but he appeared to also be non-responsive to the rifleman's gesture, due to a case of having been passed out drunk with a beer can still in his hand. As Obake stuck his hands in the trashcan and started fumbling around for scrap metal, he very discreetly pushed a button on his wristband. Oddly, nothing seemed to happen at all as he appeared to ignore everything around him.

A small group of flies would emerge from the trashcans, buzzing around very swiftly in small rapid circles before taking off in all different directions. Seeing the blinker on his wristband, Obake clicked it off before pulling a metal curtain rod out of the garbage and whacking it on the street corner. The blinker had informed him that the oxygen level was low in the entire Undermarket as a result of the fire that had engulfed the place. People were still panicking and running in all directions, ignoring the rifleman in the alleyway even when he started yelling. Obake remained calm and wiped his hand on his sleeve, reaching into his blanket and pulling out what appeared to be some sort of asthma inhaler. Taking an injection from it, Obake was able to breathe better. At least for a little while. He was still a little concerned for others.

Other people around him were slowly suffocating, although most of them didn't even know it yet. As he continued to rummage through the trash, Obake coughed lightly and pulled an old pair of shoes out from one of the garbage cans. Obake was not Force-sensitive, so he wasn't aware of the Sith who had been walking behind him. It wasn't until a moment of listening and observing quietly that he finally realized that Aryell was looking for someone.

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Vercerigo noticed a tall guy and and a...Sith Warrior(?) yelling down a dark alleyway. Did they not see the huge fire...?
"Hey!" He yelled. "I don't know if you've noticed, but this place is about to go down in flames if we don't get more people with us! Get over here and help!" He pointed at the fire. "Crazy fire here," He pointed at the arsonist who had collapsed, "and a crazy lady over there. Both of them need to be taken care of." He clenched his hand and extended it toward another fire. "Derelinquamus eam, ignis infernalis!" He yelled, before running toward the arsonist, leaving the two to ponder his words.

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Aryell turned. she slowly gripped the long hilt of her lightsaber. she was losing awareness now that the oxygen was getting low down there. she noticed the man in the dumpster. and i seemed that the presence in the force was near there. she walked over towards the dumpster. smoke began to fill the area, partially blinding her and causing her to cough, and rely on her less than reliable sense of force awareness.

she grit her teeth and walked forward. the presence grew stronger but still she didn't see anyone. she heard rummaging in a dumpster then the man named Jeremy yelled out at the dumpster. she quickly unsheathed her lightsaber, which it's twin red blades opened with a snap-hiss. she coughed again. slowly walking backwards to get out of the line of probable fire. her red lightsaber glowed lighting up the entire ally. "i know you're still out there!" she yelled to the sith this time, "please don't make this hard. i don't want to fight."

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Aryell turned. she slowly gripped the long hilt of her lightsaber. she was losing awareness now that the oxygen was getting low down there. she noticed the man in the dumpster. and i seemed that the presence in the force was near there. she walked over towards the dumpster. smoke began to fill the area, partially blinding her and causing her to cough, and rely on her less than reliable sense of force awareness.

she grit her teeth and walked forward. the presence grew stronger but still she didn't see anyone. she heard rummaging in a dumpster then the man named Jeremy yelled out at the dumpster. she quickly unsheathed her lightsaber, which it's twin red blades opened with a snap-hiss. she coughed again. slowly walking backwards to get out of the line of probable fire. her red lightsaber glowed lighting up the entire ally. "i know you're still out there!" she yelled to the sith this time, "please don't make this hard. i don't want to fight."

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Character Portrait: Catherine Dumitrescu Character Portrait: Sonyjae Character Portrait: Hadriel Character Portrait: Obake Character Portrait: Aryell Kendlav Character Portrait: Jeremy Lingesui Character Portrait: Sin Asphodel Character Portrait: Vercerigo Character Portrait: Penny Sattely Character Portrait: Brand Fairburn
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Jeremy's attention was grabbed by the automatic application of a gas mask, a form of defence built in to the armour when oxygen levels have depleted below optimum levels. Of course, this action quickly caused Jeremy to look around, he was well aware of the fire going on in the background, but didn't expect oxygen to lower so drastically. As if he had forgotten all about the 'threat', Jeremy had returned his weapon to it's clip as turned to some man calling out to them. His words were rudely said as he attempted to order the two into helping with the fire. Like Jeremy even cares.

"Your fire, your problem." Jeremy replied as the man ran off screaming some unintelligible words, must be madness from oxygen deprivation.
"This is getting annoying, just find your damn invisible man now." He groaned as he turned back to face Aryell who was still calling out into the alleyway. Expecting some kind of answer.

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Brand had recovered now, and had noticed that, while most people were trying to get away, there were a few still here. Apparently, whatever they were up to they were willing to take the risk of being near the fire. They certainly didn't seem eager to help. The woman with the robotic equipment who had frozen most of the fire was now carrying the arsonist, who had thrown a few more capsules, and Vercerigo had shouted some words Brand didn't remotely understand.

He didn't have time to dwell on any of this or organize his thoughts, because the first thing he did (on impulse) was launch himself forwards with a blast of fire behind him, straight into the main fire, or at least what was left if it now it was running out of oxygen.

Standing in the midst of the flames, he wasn't harmed. On the contrary, the remaining flames began to swirl around him, growing smaller.

When he had finished absorbing all of the flames that hadn;t been frozen, he turned to Vercerigo, completely out of breath.

"Gotta...get...some air in..." he gasped.

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Sony smirked, This place reminded her so much of Zakuul. Possibly too much. People were panicking over simple fires. Wonderful. She ignored the others her focus on the Jedi, She moved closer, but just out of reach of the staffsaber, her own doublebladed vibrosword drawn but unseen she stayed just out of reach but well within the Jedis senses.

But now she was between Jeremy and Aryell. Which was going to make for many interesting things happening for sure. She chose that time to sheath her vibrosword upon her back before letting the force cloak drop away, revealing a rather beautiful woman, with blood red eyes, and what looked like a mess of scars on her face, arms and chest. Well built, her hair was bright white and long. She had what looked like a beauty mark on her lower lip and her eyes looked as if red eyeshadow was pretty much slapped on when it was in fact the Dark Side corruption.

The woman, clad in a black and gold outfit that revealed her midift and kept her arms bare was a looker for sure. Yet she had an air about her that said she was something or someone important, after taking down her old Master, yes, that would be the exact case indeed. "On the contrary" The woman said in a sickly sweet sounding almost singsong voice. "I am everything but a man." She said with a smirk.

She raised a hand and tapped her chin thoughtfully whiler still looking to Jermey she said sweetly, "How about you lower your weapon, we're all friends here and its possible you're looking for something yes ? Or perhaps, someone ?" As she said the later part of her question she turned to face Aryell, why did this girl look familar ?

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#, as written by Obake
Nobody seemed to notice that the asthma inhaler Obake had pulled out earlier was in fact, not an asthma inhaler at all. It was an oxygen injector, a device which pumped oxygen directly into his blood-stream, allowing Obake to breathe even in some of the most unlikely conditions. As he leaned back against the wall near a corner of the alley way, Obake's entire figure seemed to be clouded by the blackish grey smoke caused by the burning embers which lingered around after the fire had been extinguished. The smoke only helped to disguise Obake even moreso than his deceiving costume, even enough to detour Aryell away from him as she drew her red twin-bladed lightsaber, extending its neon blades with a sharp hiss.

Obake had been cloaked in an old dirty brown blanket, tattered with holes and covered with stains. He did not appear to be much of a threat to anyone as he fumbled around with an old pair of sneakers he had found in one of the nearby garbage cans. His entire face had been concealed, but his utonium-based facemask had a high-tech visor which allowed Obake several different types of eyesight which seemed to adjust automatically.

As the smoke became more dense, his visor switched to a smoke screen which allowed him to look through to the characters on the other side. Obake was still watching Aryell and Jeremy very discreetly, not saying anything as Obake suddenly noticed another person on the scene. It was Sonyjae, who had walked passed him earlier and was now standing in-between Aryell and Jeremy, saying something that Obake could not hear from a distance. The cackling embers from the blazing fire had caused a distortion in the sound waves, making it difficult to listen. Obake was not aware that Sonyjae was a Sith, nor was he aware that Aryell was a Jedi, but he knew that Aryell was force-sensitive and that she was carrying a lightsaber. Seeing the reddish blades on Aryell's saber, Obake assumed she may have been a Sith's apprentice and instead turned his attention on Jeremy.

With a clear visual of everything but no distinguishable sound to inform him of what they were saying, Obake was anything but unprepared for this mission. Nobody had seemed to notice the flies that had emerged from the trashcans earlier as Obake was rummaging for scrap metal. These were no ordinary houseflies. They were the same etherine powered bug-bots that Obake had used previously on Flora to spy on the entities there. Etherine was a powerful energy unlike electricity or mito-chlorian forces. The bugs were made of evrite and utonium, much like Obake's spacesuit, making them unaffected by the smoke and flames as the tiny u-flies circled around from up above the area, watching everything with their microscopic sensors. As some of the u-flies would buzz around the Undermarket to scan the vicinity, others would hone in on the small group in the alley way. This would allow Obake a better chance of hearing everything that was being said.

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Vercerigo watched as Brand absorbed the remaining flames, and frowned when Brand spoke to him in a haggard voice, telling him he was out of breath. He seemed on the verge of collapse, and Vercerigo stepped forward, placing a hand on Brand's shoulder to steady him. He then swallowed and spoke in a low voice, "Salutem Halitus." Healing Breath. This should help Brand recover his breath, if that's what the problem was. "Just sit down, Brand. You've done more than your fair share here." He said, eyeing the arsonist slumped over the Robocop's shoulder.

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  1. contains rule violation, needs review

    by Cypher7850
  2. Meant to be in 3rd person

    by Cypher7850

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#, as written by Rulke
After the apparent flaws in the Undermarket, I had reasoned that to really make people realise I needed to do something huge. Something people can't ignore and chalk up to random person. I had to let loose my Mistress and show them the true radiance and utter splendour of her. I had to not be discreet but loud and boisterous with maddening singing delight. If people died, then the spectacle would be ignored in favour of the selfish fools feeling my beloved embrace. That was my job, my destination I intended to shatter the perceptions and make them understand. Make them listen, listen to her melodies and chorus, be entranced by the undulating alluring dance and watch them weep in pure ecstasy.

Quickly I clambered over the wall a backpack-lugging on my shoulders as savoured the very completion I would achieve. There was nothing more than perfect than the sensations she provided how she filled me with unforgettable intimate dreams that haunted and ruled my mind.

Only in those hours, could I ignore the harsh biting, horrible, truly dread and dark ice just clawing my body and threatening to rip apart.

Pain, anguish... I craved her... I ached for her... the warmth and just bliss she gave...

I needed my beloved embrace.

Soon...

Soon...

There would be a fresh light in the sky...

A fresh sound of euphoria...

A fresh echo of my beloved crying out joy and bliss...

BURN... ALL MUST BURN...

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURN....

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#, as written by Marcus
"And burn it shall."


It was not verbally spoken or even a well understood message. Simply nothing more than a feeling from one to another as a large hatted and heavy set woman sat peacefully in utter bliss to watch the upcoming fireworks. Her presence was not hidden and there was little need to hide ones self when being witnessed was the intended affect.

"You like how it dances then." The large hatted woman spoke. She covered her mouth only to giggle slightly whilst watching the wretched thing try to bring life to a flame no larger than a spark of life in a empty void. "How it entrances us to act upon its needs. A constant hunger that requires care and attention, not unlike a child in some regards, but dangerous and....."

The opulent witch simply brought her jacket closer to her only to toothily smile like a devil who found a weak willed soul. "Beautiful, like stained glass brought to life...." The large lady brought herself closer to the deranged arsonist but did not show fear or concern for her actions.

"What if I offered you a way to bring such a life to this realm more quickly? What if I offered you a way to show them all, burn them all, so that you might enjoy a warmth beyond what little kindling you brought." The hefty witch continued to smile as she removed her massive hat and placed the empty cap upon purple cloth which was her bosom.

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