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Phoebe Stride

"You'd think we'd get a heads up or somethin' 'round here..."

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a character in “The Rend”, as played by Miss Echo

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Full Name: Phoebe Alice Stride

Nicknames/Aliases: Stride, Gas Mask, The Snake

Age: 46, although she is physically in her early twenties.

Gender: Female

Species: Gorgon/Human Hybrid


Original Canon: Stride’s world was very similar to the one which we inhabit. England, America, China, and all other countries one could think of are all existing as they are now. Humanity goes about their lives as normal, thriving, constantly forming innovations for the rest of the earth to enjoy. By all means, one would find it hardly indistinguishable to the “regular world”.

Except for a few...differences.

Supernatural creatures exist among humanity, forming covens, scuffling about themselves, claiming territories as their own. While there are some mortals aware of the existence of these creatures, there are many who are not as lucky- or unlucky, depending on how you view things- to know of them. In an effort to prevent humans from knowing of the supernatural, as well as protecting both man and monster, an organization was created. Known as “The Supernatural Concealment and Investigation Organization Network”- or SCION for short-, the group works to keep the balance between the various species which inhabit the world.


Description: At about 5’4”, “Stride” is a woman of pale complexion, and even paler hair. Locks of silver fall messily about her face, with several hanging low enough to brush her chin. Her eyes are a strikingly bright yellow, and very much serpentine; nearly all of her eyes taken up by the same color, and pupils slitted. Scales litter her body, showing up as sporadic patches on otherwise regular human skin.

However, Stride has a habit of covering most of her features, leaving much to the imagination. Typically, she dons a pair of goggles over her eyes, and a thin, breathable strip of fabric over her mouth; although when out on battle, she tends to switch these items out for a basic gas mask. Her outfit consists of a maroon jacket over dark shirts, jeans, and a set of work gloves and boots.

Asides from these features, Stride is of Japanese and Greek descent, and, while she can speak the former, prefers speaking in English above anything else.


Personality: Sarcastic, hasty, and generally rough-around-the-edges, Stride’s personality seems to befit the protagonist of a cheesy action movie over a member of a discreet intelligence operation. Her vocabulary is vast enough to make a sailor blush, and is something she often uses to get on the nerves of most decent folk. It doesn’t take long for her to give out a few rather...blunt comments if it means getting a rise out of someone. She possesses quite the temper, as well, making her somewhat unpleasant company.

In spite of this, however, she’s fiercely loyal to both her organization and her companions, working doggedly to get both recognition and admiration between her peers. This results in her being a bit show-offy at times; although when it counts, Stride can be fairly cool-headed and reasonable enough, making her decent enough to work with.


Skills/Powers: While she cannot induce the same symptoms as a pure blooded gorgon, Stride’s gaze can stun anyone who meets her eyes, inducing an effect similar to being tazed in the victim- muscles locking, and waves of pain flooding their body. If Stride were to hold her gaze for too long, it is very much possible that her power could turn deadly. She’s also talented with use of firearms- especially with her dual H&K MP7A1s- and fairly decent in terms of hand-to-hand combat. Her heritage also grants her a heightened healing factor, which, again, while not as strong as a gorgon’s, heals minor wounds fairly quickly and keeps her from aging much.

Aside from those, Stride also boasts the basic knowledge of most SCION fighters on squaring off with the supernatural, and has a good head for numbers.


Weaknesses: Stride’s pride tends to be her biggest weakness, as, in efforts to prove herself, she will often charge headfirst into a confrontation. She’s willing to perform dangerous stunts- a trait of hers only worsened by her fighting style, which, when left up to her, focuses on getting closer than most long-ranged weapon users would. Using her gaze for too long tends to draw energy from her, and, along the lines of her heritage related attributes, Stride is also cold-blooded. There is also the matter of her being a perfectionist; while this leads her to strive for improvement, it also leads to aggression and irritation when she fails to reach her intended goal.

In addition, Stride is rather emotionally underdeveloped, causing her to become frustrated when things don’t go her way.


Brief History:Young Phoebe was born as a result of a rather...problematic affair between her mother- a married human woman, and head of a prosperous weapons company- and her father- a gorgon killer-for-hire. As the child didn’t exactly resemble the woman’s husband, it was obvious enough that she was a bastard- something that threatened to cause a large stain upon the family’s reputation. As such, Stride was often kept away from company and shunned, causing her to turn to the various movie and T.V. memorabilia for influence on her personality.

Throughout her years, Stride constantly worked in an effort to become a proper member of the family; although her efforts were made for nothing at the resurgence of SCION. Upon its discovery, her family was quick to send her to join the organization, and she has remained with the group ever since.




Other:
  • Holds a deep fondness for 70s and 80s music- rock and grunge, in particular.
  • Enjoys painting in her spare time.

So begins...

Phoebe Stride's Story

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Many things could easily be said about Stride.

Aggressive, mainly. “Snarky” would be another proper word to describe her with, along with “rude”, “loud-mouthed”, “annoying”, and “a general bitch”. There was a very long list, after all, brought upon years of working under SCION, and working with a group just as volatile as she. It was part of the job description, just as waking up in abandoned alleys was.

However, for all that she could be called, one thing was for sure; she at least had morals, and she was damn well sticking to them.

“Okay, I don’t know what the fuck all of your deals are, but where I’m from, ya don’t really solve violence by tryin’ to electrocute someone, stab them, or whatever the hell you’re tryin’ to do there.” The woman’s scowl was very much audible in her voice as she looked around at the group, glaring at the majority from beneath her mask. “Cause, ya know, that’s fucking redundant you asshats.” She went silent, taking a moment to devour a few gulps of air, and allowing Drake the perfect window of time to give his little speech on how they should all be buddy-buddy and get along and dance in the meadows of joy and friendship. Granted, Stride was currently trying to lower conflict herself, but she wasn’t being a hippie about it at least.

“Hey, kid!” By this point, she had raised her voice to better be heard by the other- even going so far as to cup her hands around her mouth in an attempt to raise her volume. “We don’t know what the hell ‘Your-esco’ is, or why ya hate the U.S. so much, but are ya a terrorist or not!” Fucking hippies; always complaining about how America was doing things wrong.

To the fairy woman, she only gave a salute at first, grateful that at least someone wasn’t attempting to decapitate everyone for no reason at all.







“Well.”

In comparison to the half-breed’s rather...loud outburst, Madison’s voice was just as calm and affable as ever. Peaceful, albeit with obvious tones of concern as he glanced about at his company. “I have to say I agree with everyone on that trying to fight really isn’t the best thing to do at the moment. While I may have my own bias, she,” a gesture towards Kora- couldn’t exactly give away that he “knew her” just yet- “never actively attacked anyone. To my knowledge, she just cursed for a moment, called our young friend a terrorist, and you all assumed the worst. I’m sure they both have their reasons for reacting this way to each other, but death isn’t the way to resolve this.”

Offering up a faint quirk of the lips, Madison clasped his hands together, continuing to observe the majority carefully. “Now, we’re all very different, but given that the voice hasn’t all told us to hack off each other’s limbs, I’m sure that starting now wouldn’t be a very good idea. And, at any case, he told us to all introduce ourselves to each other, correct?” In a more jovial manner, he then added, “While I’m sure you all have unique customs, I do hope that none of you have greetings that involve sudden brawls or anything of the sort?”

An attempt to lighten the mood, even if not as strongly as he would have liked.

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Sarah Ender Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride
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Ezenvare Queem


Eze ignored those attempting to harass him about his actions. He guessed he had at least 200 years experience over nearly every single one of them, and almost all of them look human enough to not get run out of every town they go to. Through all the other tries to diffuse the situation Eze was still balancing on his staff and glaring at the loud woman. She reminded him of many, many problem causers from Eze's life from soldiers to criminals.

After what seemed like the longest few moments the half-dragon ever had to go through, Madison proposed an actual idea. Introductions. Taking a quick breath, Eze spoke with his deep hiss of a voice once more. "I'm Ezenvare Queem, I hail from Da'vier, and I have had more unprovoked bad experiences with military and guard types than I have scales on my hide."

Eze wasn't too terribly interested in making friends, as he could see those that were too far along the path of evil being protected by those who didn't know better. Besides, his friends had a tendency to die in the most... depressing of ways. Allies, on the other hand, where a different story.

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Sarah Ender Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride
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Oliver simply smiled from behind his mask in reply to Madi's friendly words and gestures. She was pretty. A lot of the people were quite fascinating, beautiful, intriguing. He didn't know why he felt that everyone seemed visually pleasing considering he hadn't seen anything like them before. Unless, he had? Somewhere deep within his mind, a lingering feeling or emotion somehow related to this mixture of species. Nah, probably not.

Okay now things were getting a little heated. Literally. The red head was drawing a lot of attention to herself for all the wrong reasons and everyone was on edge. She was staring dragon boy down, perhaps they had some history? How fascinating, more than one person now had someone with them from the same world. If anyone might have been from his world, he'd have no idea, which was a shame. It would be nice to feel some sort of safety and comfort with another.

Oliver jumped, snapping out of his little day dream as he watched the lizard man suddenly jump up onto his stick thingy and shoot bloody lightning from his mouth. The bolt landed straight between the two who looked like they were about to fight as smoke and dust cleared, revealing a fairly large crater. His eyes were wide and he couldn't help but feel the need to stay dead still and hold his breath. "Holy shit." He said out loud to himself.

Things only felt worse now as the red head's flames were stronger and she ordered everyone to back off. There was ice, a flying woman too now. Everyone was talking and things felt slightly more calm. Oliver finally released a very long, loud breath, almost forgetting he was stopping himself from breathing. It was now that he realised that Madi and Stride had left and were with the others. When did that happen? Oliver, a bit puzzled, looked around to understand his current position better. "Well. At least I have the umbrella to myself now." Just casually talking to himself. He could see that John, or Robocop, the lizard man, Eze and green eyes metal man were the only ones nearby.

Oliver decided to first, put on his boots, although they looked god awful with his current attire, at least his feet wouldn't burn on the hot round. Then stood up, making sure to keep hold of the bag and umbrella, then turned to the others. "Well." He said out loud to no one in particular. "Call me crazy but I think it best to stay together as a group. For now anyway." Yes he was very crazy. Great idea Oliver, go towards the dangerous group of strangers. And he did just that. He didn't want to be alone considering what lay behind the safety of the walls that surrounded them. Everyone needed to stick together to get out of this mess.

"Hi I'm Oliver." Oliver suddenly said quite loudly over all the talking once he finally reached the gathering of people. His words far too stern and awkward for a proper greeting as he lifted his hand to give them all a wave, only to have it fall off out of nervousness. He was greatly embarrassed now. His nerves got the better of him. He felt real stupid. Oliver stood there, quite frozen, as his hand lay on the ground. With any luck everyone would have been far too interested in the drama with the red head to notice his embarrassing greeting. "Rend you can just bury me alive now." Wonderful first impression Oli. Good job.

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Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Makorai Saika
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"You are not helping," the winged boy remarked to the armored man... thing. He had opted to completely ignore Stride for the time being, as the whole terrorist question wasn't important in his book. His attention was back on Kora again, taking a breath to have another go at reasoning with her.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t have anything to do with that. What they did to you…” Drake trailed off, looking for the right words, “We’re a group of renegades fighting for freedom from the factions. That’s all we are, just stuck in the middle of one big war. And some of our members are… Well, unable to cope? We have also suffered casualties. We’re outnumbered and… And scared, so we fight to survive. Some hate Erubesco more than others. And I’m sorry if they hurt you. But I don’t want to hurt you, so please don’t give me a reason to.”

He was a bit more hesitant to mention the next part. “Your daughter… Hel, right? She’s a wonderful girl, very smart. And very afraid of her faction. She doesn’t want to go back, so… We’re protecting her. She’s alright though. We’ve kept her safe and happy. We’ve taken good care of her. I would never let anyone lay a finger on her.”

He wasn’t sure how well that would go over with Kora. Drake guessed not well, but he figured it was worth a shot.

At that point another had joined them, someone unfamiliar. They seemed to know Kora though, and apparently, they recognized him, too, which admittedly confused the hell out of the boy. From the point where Drake was taken from his timeline, the devastating battle between Erubesco and the Wanderers had not yet happened. Last the winged boy could remember, he was fully alive. And he certainly couldn’t recall getting shot in the face.

“What do you mean you shot me?” he asked, confusion lacing his voice, “Who are you?”

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It didn’t take long for Stride to notice that she had been completely and utterly ignored. Her scowl deepened beneath her mask as the others went on in their business, with several of them introducing themselves at Madison’s prompt. Others, still, however, had simply gone on without doing that either; two of the girls went off to have a fuck party- or whatever the hell they were up to- , and Kora-ganger continued to shout at the emo kid- with said emo kid participating in dismissing her. At the redhead’s words, Stride rose a brow, glancing once again at the others once again.

“A’ight, so none of you guys heard the whole ‘cannibal, psychopath, kidnapping terrorist’ spile she just went on? Just me?” If they didn’t hear her this time, the hybrid mused, then they were either idiots, or completely supportive of some random kid being accused of a...well, a variety of things by this point, really.

Without warning, another rather familiar face had bounded into her line of vision, shouting about having shot Emo-Kid in the face, how they were in hell, and etcetera and etcetera. Given the fact that she had already been introduced to the idea of “alternate selves” at this point, it didn’t take long for Stride to figure out that this wasn’t “their Makorai”. Amused by the flow of dialogue escaping the man, Stride lightly jabbed Madison in the ribs, mood lightened.

“Hey,” she mumbled, taking care that her words were hidden by the chaos surrounding them. “Ya think this Mako’s as much of a lil’ bitch as our one?”

Upon hearing Armory’s shout regarding a certain scaled sir, Stride allowed her voice to rise once again, drawling heavily on each syllable. “The Godzilla kind, Bolts. Ya know how they are; goin’ ‘round shootin’ lazers at the Tokyo Tower.” The next comment from the man regarding his...state brought a snort from the fighter, and an accompanying “No shit, Sherlock.”

Finally, to the giant sentient armor, Stride gave yet another snort. This entire arena was just filled to the brim with movie tropes, wasn’t it? The large, villainous ham, the obligatory lizard creature thing, the spunky girl with an equally spunky pet…

“Shouldn’t worry ‘bout things catchin’ on fire,” she said. “We’re surrounded by stone, n’ stone doesn’t really catch on fire or anythin’.” She paused for another moment, remembering something.

“Oh, n’ you guys can call me Stride, if we’re still doin’ the whole introducin’ thing.”







It seemed that the general aggression wouldn’t be so quick to temper down, much to Madison’s dismay.

Within a very short span, things had only seemed to escalate further. While Eze seemed to have calmed at this point, and while at least a few people had decided to go along with the introduction session, there was still the matter of the ones who hadn’t been soothed whatsoever. The alternate version of Kora was still- quite literally- fuming, with the winged boy and Rateva continuing to add fuel to the fire. At this rate, a fight was inevitable, and the main offenders seemed very much unwilling to let things go so easily.

Madison hardly batted an eye upon seeing another copy of a SCION member run up. He didn’t even need to focus on the man’s scent to see the differences between this Makorai, and their own; the fact that he recognized the dark haired youth was a large amount of evidence in itself, as well as the fact that he was neither baffled nor shocked by the fact that Kora was aflame. At Stride’s sudden jab and subsequent whisper, Madison only gave a disapproving shake of his head before continuing to listen.

Frowning as the little gathering continued to toss insults and obvious frustrations about, the vampire took a few steps forth, adjusting his hat to better sit upon his head with the movement. “While I don’t speak for everyone,” he spoke, voice just as calm as before, “and while I don’t claim to be in any sort of authority here, I think it would be best if you all calmed down for the time being, and stopped threatening each other like this.

If I’m correct, we’re all currently captives of some sort of powerful being, and in a world completely different from our own. Now,” a slight gesture, as to emphasize his point. “again, while I have no authority, trying to kill each other at the moment doesn’t seem like the best idea. I can assume that,” a hand wave towards Drake, Kora, and Makorai, “you all are from the same world, yes? While...he,” another wave, this time to Rasteva, “is currently thinking that attacking would solve the problem of fights starting. I’m sure you have are very much enemies where you’re from, what with...well, everything you’ve said, by now. Here, though, we’re currently on the same playing field.

I don’t mean to offend, but those who suddenly thought violence was the answer to solving violence shouldn’t…really shouldn’t do that, especially when the person on the receiving end didn’t do anything but curse a bit. The being said nothing about trying to kill each other- just to introduce ourselves. On that note,” Madison gave a small clap of his hands, “my name is Madison Lovette, and I am a behaviorist working for my organization. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

There. Hopefully, that would at least do something to calm things.

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Now there was another problem starter. Great. This one carried what Eze could only describe as a large club, but he could tell that is had some other use. It was just how the human holding it was spouting about himself being such a good shot. Then the kid did something with his eyes, but it looked kinda like he was preparing to shoot with a lazy eye.

All the while, the massive suit of armor was explaining itself and asking what kind of arena isn't meant for fighting. Eze knew this answer from... prior experience. Bouncing down from his staff, Eze caught it before it started to tilt. He then walked over to the suit of armor now known as Rasteva. Tapping a claw on the armor, Eze spoke up with "One that is meant to be a holding pen. Something only to be walls and a floor. Or an arena made by one who does not like to use things for their purposes."

Then Eze finally got what the metal man, who now had two shiny devices in his hands, said. "Bronze dragons don't breath fire! Only red, gold, and brass dragons do that."

Not moments after his statement, Eze heard something soothing. A gentle flute playing a gentle song. It would have been the type of thing to take the edge off, but Eze was still weary of those around him. He understood the armor, don't threaten it and it won't threaten you. Madison just wanted peace. Stride was more interest in making comments that Eze just didn't get than actually causing trouble. Oliver was just confused, as was the dragon-winged man. However, there was still the fire woman and the supposed archer.

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Rasteva
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Xin wasn't gonna shoot first. No, he wasn't going to shoot first. Let them all just kill each other before cleaning up the mess. It was no use, the hostility in the air was like a bad glass of milk to Xin. Disgusting because it was left to hang for too long.

While he would have gladly watched and enjoyed the fighting that was about to ensue, this failure for either the fighting sides to start fighting or the peacekeeping side trying to stop the fighters from fighting. Which side would eventually win was anybodies' guess, but it was still wearing down on Xin's limited patience.

Anger. Kill. Maim. Destroy. Strangle. All these things went together in Xin's head, a problem and its solutions. Looking around, he knew that it was coming to take him over. If he didn't find a living outlet to release his rage upon, Xin would soon be putting himself in danger while likely taking a few others down with him.

Another quick look around the arena and finally something useful seemed to show itself. There was a shark swimming in the lava near the gate to the outside world. That would do.

Pulling out his pistol while walking towards the gate, Xin focused on the shark. There was more then one. It swam to do as the other was doing, biting at the bars of the cage without any signs of stopping. When he finally reached the bars Xin shot one of the sharks with his rifle-sounding pistol. Its body exploded from the force of a hollow round from the little rail pistol, but there was no visible blood. This wasn't satisfying enough.

Xin shoved his hand into the mouth of the second shark mid-bite. Grabbing hold of it from the inside, Xin pulled back with all his might and force the creature through the bars. Surprisingly, only the fins got separated from the lava beast that was now flopping about on the ground. Using the plasma knife Xin cut off two feet of the sharks back end before picking it up and beating the bleeding shark to death with it. Xin could feel the pleasure with every strike as the 'fighting' soothed him.

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One moment Kichi was casually venturing through the forests of his world, on the hunt for a certain person corrupted by a demon. He was going to be paid for this job too. He'd do it anyway even if he wasn't paid. The money was simply a bonus this time and he kind of needed it considering nothing was for free. The next, he finds himself surrounded by darkness. It was such a strange place to be in. It did not feel as though the lights had gone out but more like he was in a strange realm dedicated to the colour black. He wasn't sure how to explain it but he couldn't say it was a very comforting place. The Rend, this Rend guy, he sounded like an idiot. Like some employee hired out of pity. He sounded so unsure of his own words, and all that rambling was pretty annoying.

Although the idea was quite intriguing that this strange being came up with, it would have been nice to be notified in advance. Kichiro suddenly felt his stomach drop, as if he was falling before his mind went blank and there was silence. Kichi lay there on the hot, colourful mosaic tiles. He was conscious and felt like he was waking up after a long nap. Didn't feel like moving, just wanted to really go back to sleep. But it was a bit hard with lightning bolts, ice, fire and yelling happening around you. Kichi simply stirred, groaning out of irritation. He wasn't too far from the gathering of troglodytes, that's how he'd see them for now anyway. A bunch of uncivilised cave people fighting over who gets to light the fire first.

The bickering didn't seem to end and just went on and on. Kichiro rolled over onto his side, eyes lazily open now as he studied the gathering of strange looking people. They were certainly an odd bunch. Kichi couldn't help but get excited over the possible fun things headed his way. Considering how emotional some of them were it would be too easy to toy with them. The soothing sounds of a flute playing nearby only made him want to sleep even more. How annoying that he would be forced to wake up. "Oh my god no one cares." Kichi said out loud to no one in particular; at was almost aimed at everyone really. A shame the peaceful ones couldn't keep the brats under control. "No one cares if you think you're stronger than they are. And no one cares that you lost your damn daughter, go have a cry somewhere else. Is this really going to be some kind of stupid fight over 'my guns are bigger than yours'. Or hey I'm angry because you did bad things in my world?" Kichiro himself was in fact, one of those brats. He liked to stir shit and most of his statements were probably not even relevant but simply there to make someone annoyed or to see who would get annoyed first.

"Why don't you all take a fine look at green eye metal man over there. Use him as a role model for how to take your anger out on other things." With that said he pointed casually with his thumb at Xinder who was casually and amusingly tearing a lava shark apart. Kichiro grinned at the sight. He hoped to see the man do that to a person some day. All of the white hair male's words were spoke in a calm and lazy tone. As if he were forced to read something out in front of the class by the teacher. Madison was doing quite well with trying to keep things calm, hopefully her words would work and everyone would calm their tits. Otherwise. "Fighting would be such a waste of time right now. Especially considering we only just got here. Surely there are more fun things to do." Kichiro didn't care if his earlier statements struck a nerve or anything, and a simple insult headed his way would only encourage him to be a pest even more. To think that the creatures in his world were fun to toy with, imagine the surprises this lot had in stall for him.

"Oh and I'm Kichiro. Destroyer of imbeciles or something like that. Yeah."

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With all the arrogance and stupidity flying around, Ocean was tired of dealing with these creatures
and ashamed of herself for even getting involved in their “I’m the best” contest. However, it was
when another newcomer told the woman on fire that her losing a child didn’t matter- /What an
arrogant selfish ass, who says that, ever?/ - that the fairy just...gave up. She landed over at the
site of her waking, rummaging through her provided bag. One of her clips was there, thankfully,
and she pulled back her locks, the weight on her head lessening significantly as the hair became a
much more manageable mid back length. She also found the hilt of a sword, which she shrank
and placed in her pocket, and a miniaturized bow along with several arrows of water fey make with
the distinctive slots in the metal body. Renewed, she began to pull out the water
she had - multiple bottles, much more than anyone else - and finally, in a box at the bottom, she
found them. Capsules, one of her nation’s most well known weapons.

The queen’s next step was to scan the minds of those present with a spell for telepathy, finding
herself shocked when the woman to greet her first was a male vampire (in a dress) who
happened to be one of the most sensible there by her own personal judgment. She walked over
briskly, and dropped the bag with all its water replaced beside him, before kneeling to pull out the
box and show the vampire its insides.

“You seem to be sensible, so I’m hoping it’s not wrong to let you have these.” she told him,
opening the tin to reveal pale blue, well, capsules, on the inside.”They freeze any liquid they come
into contact with instantly, including blood, which is why we often use them within our weapons to
make any strike devastating. You seem like you won’t run around on a murder spree.” she put the
capsules away, and stood back up with three of the bottles of water, which she held in her arms
while creating a small but strong shield over Madison, and out of courtesy, his companion Stride.
Having to shield the man’s world companion reminded her to be kind, and she looked around, also
shielding others not involved in making things worse, the cyborg and the flute girl with her dragon
companion included.

Then she walked back to the scene of the fight, placidly opening the three bottles and setting them
on the ground. “Maybe Rasteva needs an upgrade to hear better, because that isn’t what I said.”
she informed him lightly, fluttering up to his “eye” level. “And you,” she flew over to Drake,
“should land, alright?” Finally, she moved over to the newcomer, and her face said she would very
much like to spit on him. “How much of a bastard are you, to tell a mother losing her child doesn’t
matter? You should be ashamed.”

She waited for no replies, only flying as high as the grates above them would allow. The water in
the bottles flew up to meet her, and she dipped her hands into it, gathering herself, before
unleashing her powers. Storm clouds flew in, with pelting rain that soon turned into snow, sleet and
hail. With this distraction, force-fields shoved most of the aggressors away from each other and
back into the walls. The storm, confined to the arena because Ocean wasn't arrogant enough to
take on a sea of lava, grew fiercer, while the fairy flew lower, tossed wet hair from her face, and
slashed a hand before her. Before her, what seemed to be a tear in the air appeared, pouring in
sunlight, and Ocean slipped through with a cheeky wave. It sealed behind her, and immediately,
the storm died down. Soon the sky was back to blankly sunny cloudless blue, and without the water and
melting ice on the ground, there was no evidence anyone had been there at all

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...Where’s Ocean?

What happened- I- where did she go? What just happened? What...wait.

How…? Characters...characters
don’t do this. Characters can’t do this! They can’t just- just get up and walk away from the Rend like this! That’s ridiculous! They- they can’t- but what if she did...



EVERYTHING IS GOING HORRIBLY WRONG.

N-no, it’s too early for everything to be
that bad, Rend! Sure, the gates just- just magically opened themselves, and sure, one of the characters just- just somehow left, but...but it’s fine! I can still do this! After all, every GM starts off rockily, right? They always have that one that ends up going all...like this, right? In fact, I’d say I’m doing decent, given the...uhm, the characters I picked up. And yeah, it’s my first one! Nothing to feel bad about! I just need to, uh, start things now. Intervene.

”Okay, everyone! I- well, one of your fellow...people just ended up leaving, but...but don’t worry, alright? I’m pretty sure that no one else can do that, but- but I probably have to make sure, uh...Heh. Sorry! B-before I do anything like that, though, I just want to go ahead and clear up a few things. Actually, uh, y’know. Do my job and all.

“Well, I just want to go ahead and clarify that
nobody is supposed to kill anyone here. Yep! Haha, yeah, no, uh, trying to cut people in half, shoot someone in the head, noooope. In fact, you’re actually doing the exact opposite of what I wanted, if you can believe that! Weird, right? Heh. Basically, uh, I’m going to send you all out to do these amazing missions! Fun, right? You’ll be explorers of a new world, and you can fight evil monsters and things like that! Everything you could want, I’m sure- but, uh, still, no killing the other people here? You’re supposed to form a nice little group down there, and, uh, not supposed to attack everyone else? In fact, you guys will actually, ehm...get...punished if you do anything like this again! Scary, right? Nobody wants that. And you’re also supposed to protect each other, too, so if you don’t do that, you’ll...Also get punished!

“Now, now, I know what you all must be thinking- ‘But Rend, you sound like some evil god trying to watch us all suffer!’ I would also like to clarify that I am neither a god, demon, daemon, daedra, angel, death, Gifted, or anything like that. You guys are
not, in fact, in hell. But I do have to be a bit strict in things, however, since you all are so...uh, violent? And because one of you just suddenly up and left, but, anyway. Let me just, uh, clear my throat here…”

Suddenly, several of the characters found themselves feeling...well, not as absurdly strong. Got to even the playing field and all that, but, eh-hehm. Don’t want to end up causing more trouble, but, uh, the ones with the most skills and powers and magical stuff ended up with less. Like Rasteva, and Eze- mainly because I’m just kind of worried about how far this will, uh, escalate, if they’re so strong...Uhm, and, uh, the other ones who triggered the problems, um, got less strong somewhat, too, and, uh, yeah. Less power. Of course, not planning on, uh, taking away from those who need the power, but yes. Weakened somewhat. This is both punishment and to make sure nobody else escapes.

“Now, I’m going to remove the lava and, uh, other things right now. And open the gate properly. I expect for all of you to get along at this point, or else, you know. Punishment. Have fun!”


With that, all obstacles that had been placed outside the arena vanished, and the gates began to open once more…

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Adira Hasidare

As Adira stood and moved to walk towards the others, Rend's omnipresent voice rang out, sounding rather flustered (which was odd if this being was trying to play god). However he managed to bumble his say through explaining that not only were they not supposed to kill each other (which was a relief) but that they would be "punished" if they tried. This coming from the being that summoned lava sharks and giant spiders because Adira opened a gate, she was not eager to find out what his concept of "punishment" was.

More than that though, they were all supposed to work together to go on this heroic quests he'd supposedly be assigning them. Looking at the others Adira couldn't help but to wonder exactly how thoroughly Rend had thought this through. If he'd intended for everyone to get along and work together, he probably shouldn't have chosen a group of people from opposite sides of an active war. She also noted that, while everyone else was exceptionally powerful, she was somewhat on the weaker side which would make it rather difficult for her to keep up with them on their missions.

This thought was addressed a moment later when Rend said:

Suddenly, several of the characters found themselves feeling...well, not as absurdly strong. Got to even the playing field and all that, but, eh-hehm. Don’t want to end up causing more trouble, but, uh, the ones with the most skills and powers and magical stuff ended up with less. Like Rasteva, and Eze- mainly because I’m just kind of worried about how far this will, uh, escalate, if they’re so strong...Uhm, and, uh, the other ones who triggered the problems, um, got less strong somewhat, too, and, uh, yeah. Less power. Of course, not planning on, uh, taking away from those who need the power, but yes. Weakened somewhat. This is both punishment and to make sure nobody else escapes.

As he said this a strong gust of wing blew through the arena and past- no, through- the bodies of the characters. She saw many of the more powerful beings sway as the wind blew through them, appearing to have been significantly weakened (especially that fairy who seemed to have just caused a hurricane on a whim). However when the wind reached Adira she felt... well, the same actually. Nothing seemed to have happened to her. Too bad.

However as she glanced over at Fell she could see that he was equally confused, the scales on his back rippling oddly as if his muscles were sore. There were strange lumps under the skin that hadn't been there before. They bore a resemblance to young adult Fanghur who were in the first stages of wing development, however Fell had not reached that age so Adira quickly scratched that off her mental list of explanations. Before she could ponder any further, Rend spoke again.

“Now, I’m going to remove the lava and, uh, other things right now. And open the gate properly. I expect for all of you to get along at this point, or else, you know. Punishment. Have fun!”

At these words the gate did open, the monsters and lava having disappeared. Adira looked at Fell but he stared back at her in equal confusion. "Well, I guess we know why we're here..." she said slowly, still trying to process all of this, "If we're all supposed to work together like some big, happy family then the first step would be to go meet everyone. And not pick a fight this time." Fell bobbed his head in agreement and Adira hesitantly started walking towards the group of now significantly weakened heroes.

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Drake couldn’t even get a word in, everyone was talking so much. And once again a lot was going on. “Hey, can we stop pointing fingers? None of you know either of our situations, or the situation of anyone here to properly judge. Not even she knows the full extent of my situation,” he replied, pointing to Kora. The boy wished he had known the fire-woman’s name. Someone had called her Kora, but he didn’t want to make any assumptions yet. He opted to simply address her with eye contact for the time being. “Your daughter was the one who came to us if I recall, we didn’t take or kidnap her. She said that the people at Erubesco had hurt her. Were hurting her. Surely you know about the experiments in your faction? Maybe you don’t, since they sure as hell cover it up pretty well. This was never about taking her away from you, this was always about protecting your daughter. She was scared to go back, how could we possibly take her back knowing they were hurting her? Especially if they were experimenting on her, she was too young for that. Does it really bother you that much that we tried to protect her? We’re not heartless. You could come see her, but you’re too busy calling us terrorists. Heck, it’s a WAR. Everyone is a terrorist! Erubesco is a terrorist to Liberty. Liberty is a terrorist to us. We’re terrorists to both factions, the factions are terrorists to each other. Maybe I am a terrorist to you from your angle, but when it comes down to it, from OUR angle, we’re just a family of wanderers trying to survive a war. I don’t know how I can make that any more clear to you without you just assuming I’m full of shit.”

Drake was getting pretty frustrated. He didn’t exactly have anyone here to back him up, so of course he felt singled out. Every accusation thrown at him he could try to counter, but unless the people around him chose to believe him over the others, he was screwed. “I don’t want to fight you. I don’t want to fight the factions. I simply don’t have a choice. I have to protect the ones I care about. We make it a point take in those oppressed by the factions and looking for shelter… In this case, that was your daughter. It was her choice to make, and she has the choice to leave. So I’m sorry she hasn’t chose to return yet.”

Makorai’s comment and gaze caused the boy to stiffen a little. A chill ran down the boy’s spine, followed by a feeling he couldn’t quite place. A feeling of displacement. “I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never even seen you before,” Drake commented to Makorai, still rather confused about the man’s claim of execution. As far as he knew, things had been rather calm when he’d gotten snatched up and thrown here. There hadn’t been any battles or bloodshed, though perhaps that was what was so chilling about it all. Was Makorai from a different timeline, perhaps? Even Kora was talking about how he couldn’t die, even if he was ripped apart, the idea of that causing the boy to cringe and feel sick.

They were right, though, to a point. He could die… He could feel pain and the agony that came from death’s touch… But he would always come back, to live and die again.

Ocean’s comment towards Drake caused him to only get more frustrated. He landed on the ground, closing his eyes and running his hand through his hair. “That’s not what I meant at all, stop putting words in my mouth. Of course it matters, she wouldn’t be the only one who had a kid taken from her. But my baby brother’s dead and her kid is alive and safe, so maybe she should count her blessings first. How about we stop verbally attacking the guy who just wants to get the hell out of this cage and back to the only family he has left to protect? Is that so much to ask for?” Perhaps the stress was getting to him. He didn’t exactly handle this stuff well on his own. Drake could feel a headache coming on, too.

And then a storm. Some rain. Wind, snow. All of it putting the boy on edge. He couldn’t survive this stuff, not for long anyway...
And then she was gone.

She had gotten away?? How? He wanted out, too. The winged boy didn’t want to be here anymore. And then there was a voice. The dumb voice from the beginning which Drake was starting to hate. Or maybe it was his temper starting to seep in after all this frustration. He was fighting it now, trying to calm himself down.

It’s fine, Drake. You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna get out of here.

Except he felt pretty unmatched at this point. Even when the wind blew through to weaken the stronger foes around him, he was unmoved. The boy, admittedly, was never that strong to begin with. Which is why he typically had to rely on his silver tongue, which wasn’t working so well for him thus far.

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After Eze's few words to Rasteva, all that any of the others did was shout at each other. Figuring that his intervention would be, once again, pointless the half-dragon began walking back to his bag. Almost halfway through his little walk a storm picked up. The rain Eze liked, but as it escalated he simply dug his claws into the ground to prevent himself from moving with its wind.

Even with the storm, Eze managed to make progress to the bag. However, as soon as the storm stopped the being that brought them here spoke up. Something about things not turning out how it wanted to. Perhaps the 'god' should have made a place a little better for introductions, or given everyone some time before sending them all to the same place. Eze didn't care at this point. The only thing he cared about from this being was the fact that it mentioned that the exit was now open.

Then it happened. Just an arm's reach from his bag and Eze dropped to the floor. The air was becoming dryer, his mind foggier, his muscles more tired, and his scales dulled of their bronze-like shine. Then his shoulders began feeling pain beyond anything he had ever experienced. From his crawling position, the half-dragon let out a long, loud, high-pitched screech like a dragon mounted on a pike. All the while his wings were being forced from his back, slowly growing out to 6 and a quarter feet each. After 5 or so minutes of the excruciating pain, the death screech ended as Eze shakily stood up. Finishing his march to the bag, Eze quickly opened it up only to devour the once again full bucket of water and fish.

Placing his bag's straps around his neck and rolling his wings on his back, Eze shakily marched towards the gate. Useless. I am weak. How am I supposed to fight evil like this? No, I useless. Just another reminder as to how useless I am. I couldn't even stop a fight, how am I supposed to protect everyone else?

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Well, that... solved that? Khojin sighed and pulled herself to her feet, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. This was one hell of a way to get her to do what she already got paid to do.

She studied the wall of the arena; if Rend wanted them to go off on 'heroic quests' to fight 'evil monsters' then there was bound to be some kind of board where they could find their marks, right? Or was there supposed to be some kind of town outside the gate, with this 'arena' just being a gathering point for new arrivals? She didn't see any kind of board from where she stood, so she opted to rejoin the others for the time being.

"So, how we gonna do this?" she called out as she approached. "I figure there's enough here we could form teams, if we wanted." She came to rest next to the white-haired Sha... girl, scratching the back of her head and looking at those around her.

Suit of armor, Magitek Armor Shark Mutilation (now gone, she noticed), a guy who looked to be 80% metal now that she was close enough to see it wasn't armor, wing boy, hot lady, gun dude, umbrella mask, shock lizard, girl who's black clothing wasn't as nice as her's, white-hair boy, white-hair girl, Adira, and others. Haha, yeah. Heroes.

Oh gods, this wasn't gonna end well.

Khojin really wasn't particularly eager to start team-building; getting Adira to accept her as an ally was hard enough, and she wasn't really sure who she could group with, anyway. She was pretty certain the guy in magitek armor wouldn't be up for it, and the red-haired warrior queen likely wouldn't want anything to do with her since she was allied with one of the ones who had sided with the winged boy. He might be a possibility, of course. The suit of armor who had apparently traded his polearm for a sword at some point was questionable; Khojin had no objections to it, but Adira might have other thoughts on the matter, assuming the big guy was even interested. The rest were... strangers. She didn't know enough to say either way. She glanced at white-haired girl out the corner of her eye, looking her up and down. She might be able to handle herself.

Khojin nonchalantly tapped her hand, looking in a different direction to pretend it was an accident. She turned her head to look at the girl, as if only just noticing she were there, and pulled her hand back. "Oops, sorry. My bad." Good. Ice: broken. "I'm Khojin, by the way. Don't think we've met yet."

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For all that could be said about what these folks were doing, Stride mused, one thing could be said for certain.

At least seventy percent of the people around here were pretty fucked up.

While it had begun to dawn on her before this, it was only really until she had found herself hunkered beneath some sort of magical shield, storm raging around her, that she really had the time to properly realize just what...interesting company she had ended up with. Within the span of some minutes and whatever seconds, she had watched several people try to kill the clone of someone she knew, defend someone who was- apparently- part of some sort of terrorist-cannibal cult, maul a fucking shark, and go off to play the flute as if all of this wasn’t happening in front of her.

She supposed that it didn’t matter at the moment, however. After all, being picky in a situation like this would just be stupid, unless she decided to march out into the storm and demand better company. Oh, Mr. All-Powerful being that kidnapped us all? Would you mind putting less sociopaths in here, pretty please with a cherry on top? Stride soon stopped putting so much thought into the subject, however, upon catching sight of the source of the storm suddenly tear open...something, hop in, and go off on her merry way like she hadn’t just made a total mess in the arena with her powers.

However, shortly after her disappearance, the clouds slid out of the sky, the water quickly evaporating when exposed to the bright sun. Warily, Stride stepped out from where her bubble had been, giving her bag a little bounce on her shoulder as she glanced about. Part of her was surprised at what had just happened, while the other...well, you could only see so many cyborgs in one day before getting a little expectant of such bullshit. They didn’t get much of a breather, though, as the voice- Rend- soon popped up and began to address the matter of the fairy lady leaving in a panicked manner. “Punishments” and “monsters”; “fun” and “exploring”. In the back of her mind, Stride was reminded of some awkward little kid, but the thought fled her mind soon enough.

Admittedly, the woman had to bite back a snicker upon seeing the suit of armor plant, face-first, into the title.

She found less amusement in Mr. Godzilla screaming his lungs out, and, cringing, she moved to clamp her hands over her ears before they began to bleed. It was only until the muffled cries had completely stopped that Stride tentatively lowered them, and turned, squinting over at the now-opened gates. Thankfully, there was a lot less lava and spiders this time. Stride was just about to look for Madison and a few other people when she felt a light tap on her hand, drawing her attention.

It was one of the girls who had ended up leaving right when things were turning into a complete and utter shitstorm- the one who looked more like some sort of videogame character than a human. Stride raised a brow as the girl acted as if it was an accident, before introducing herself as “Khojin”. The hybrid went over the pronunciation of the rather unique name in her head a few times before giving up, golden eyes narrowing into a squint as she gave the other a lookover.

“Call me Stride.”

And that was all for a while as the woman once again looked over at the gate. Soon enough, however, she turned back, squinting yet again at Khojin. “Ya want anythin’?” While she didn’t exactly have manners at the best of times, considering that they were all supposed to get along and make a team, she might as well try and throw something out there.

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Khojin hadn't thought that far ahead. However, let it never be said she couldn't think on her feet. "I just figured, since we're apparently a team now..." She considered how best to phrase her question before settling on a finger-gun and an eloquent, "Shao?"

"Or-" she let out a frustrated sigh, her voice taking the tone of one indulging a bratty child as she recalled her earlier interaction with the guy who had just spent several minutes turning a shark into something unrecognizable. "Human." She felt dirty.

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“Well, I have no fucking clue what a Shao is,” Stride said, the words rolling cleanly from her tongue, “and I ain’t really human, either.” These words came with a slight snort, as if she were speaking of an old joke shared with a longtime friend. Gripping her sleeve, the fighter rolled the fabric partway to her elbow, revealing the flesh beneath. While there was a fair amount of fresh, albeit pale, skin, there was a patchwork of scales littered haphazardly across her arm. They glistened brightly in the sunlight, reflecting some of the light into fractured patterns. Stride gave one area a light tap before quickly bringing it up once again, crossing both upper limbs across her chest. “I’m a halfer, ya could say.”

Idly, the woman eyed her company once more, gaze lingering on the gaping hole of Khojin’s cheek for a bit longer than necessary. “What ‘bout you? You’re, eh, kinda a new deal for me. ‘less you’re some sorta demon deal, there.” Stride gave a small rotation of her wrist, as if gesturing towards the whole of the girl before her.

Then, inevitably,

“Hey, ah, ya...do know ‘bout the…” Stride reached up, tapping her own cheek. “deal there, yeah? Want a band-aid or somethin’ for that?” While she wasn’t exactly squeamish, having a large part of your face ripped off tended to be painful, and being so uncaring of the opening there was a bit...off in the hybrid’s eyes.

Some distance away, she could see the weird armor guy- a lot shorter, from the looks of it- plant into the dirt, and hate to bite back her laughter. After all, when you’ve seen a guy try and cut someone in half for no reason other than “she annoyed me”, it was rather funny to see them knocked down a peg or two.

Literally.

She watched a bit longer as some cowboy began to shoot at the armor’s weapon before turning back, waiting expectantly for Khojin’s response.

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It was Khojin's turn to snort now. 'Demon deal.' Heh. "Not exactly," she replied, scratching the scales on her chin. "Za Ri."


This girl was weird and sort of tactless. Khojin decided she liked her immediately. She stuck her tongue through the hole in her face, the thin black thing dangling a couple of inches past her chin. Satisfied with her display, she withdrew her tongue with a small giggle that was almost girlish. She'd always noticed people staring at it, but Stride was the first to actually ask about it.

Didn't mean she got a straight answer. "Never seen a sex scar before?" She teased. "How sad."

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Adira took a small step forwards. For the most part it seemed that everyone had managed to reach an uncomfortable truce - this would have to be enough. "I hate to interrupt," she said evenly, addressing all those around her, "But it looks like the only way we are all going to get back to our own worlds-" her eyes flicked towards the noticeably small Rasteva who had just dropped her polearm, "-and back to our normal strength, is to go along with Rend's game."

"He said something about going on an adventure or whatever but, though he hasn't specified what this mission will actually pertain to, the first step would still probably be exiting the arena." Adira's eyes turned upwards. The light had been slowly but steadily moving across the sky whilst they'd been standing in the arena. "If we remain here too much longer, it'll begin to get dark. And, seeing as everything that makes up this world seems to be based on Rend's whims, there's no telling what creatures may travel under the cover of night."

"If we can get out of here before night falls, I can find a place for us to set up camp and see if I can trap anything to eat. If we're fortunate, Rend will tell us what exactly we have to do before he'll allow us to return." She pushed a hand through her hair, meeting the eyes of everyone in the little social-circle. "I also... apologize... for my rudeness earlier," there was a small strain in her voice, making it obvious that she rarely was one to apologize, though she didn't look away from their eyes. "I have no excuses as we are all on edge about this whole situation. However, I am as keen to return to my world as I'm sure you all are. So it may be in all of our best interests to hold a truce, at least until escape is a possibility." Fell nudged her hand and Adira blinked. "Oh, yes, and I am Adira. This is my Fanghur companion, Fell."

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"Fell did not receive a bag as everyone else did, and the food that is in mine is not suitable for him to eat long term. So even if you all have food that is fit enough for you I still need to go hunting." Adira answered simply, then made a general gesture towards all of them. "Take a good look around you. As far as I can tell, Rend didn't just make up all of this stuff on his own - he borrowed it from somewhere. Similarly to how he 'borrowed' us from our own worlds - and a considerable number of us your world world in particular, if I'm not mistaken." Her eyes wandered between Kora, Drake and the others that Fell had detected similar scents on (though Adira herself did not yet know their names).

"As for the design of this 'game', it's like a bunch of pieces from different puzzles that a child might've connected together. As far as I can tell regarding the rules and reasoning behind it all..." she offered a lame shrug, "I honestly have no idea. But so far he's make it clear we're to work together and complete a series of tasks which he will assign us. He has even opened the gate and removed it's guardians - which strikes me as a pretty clear indicator that it's his desire is for us to leave the arena."

Adira then looked up towards the sky, shielding her eyes against the slowly descending orb of light. "I don't know how long the day or night last in this place, nor do I know exactly how long we've been here thus far, but time seems to be moving along nonetheless." Adira looked back to the group, making sure to meet Kora's eyes, though her voice was level and lacking hostility as she continued on, "Which brings me to reiterate my previous point: it is unwise to be running around aimlessly in the dark, especially when you're in an unknown and potentially hostile environment. Therefore I am inclined to find somewhere to set up camp before the last of the light disappears."

Fell Vrangr

Meanwhile, Fell had taken an interest in this new kid who'd just jumped onto Drake's back and began talking fast enough to stun one of the faire folk. Where are we? Who are all of you people? Can I pet your dragon? Or like, ride it? I’m Skip the Third. Are we dead? Which afterlife is this? I kinda wanted to meet Cerberus ‘cause I’ve always wanted a dog that didn’t die and that’d be like having three dogs." Now Fell was a touch indignation that this new figure had just referred to him as a dragon, as he was most certainly not, but Fell was also much more understanding than Adira usually was about the misunderstanding. What truly perplexed him was not the hyperactivity this one displayed, but instead the strange scent that emanated from him. Though Fell had encountered many unfamiliar scents in his lifetime, this one was completely foreign to him. Like if dragonfire had engulfed an alchemist hovel. When Drake flew off (rather quickly, he noticed) Fell slowly moved closer to the yellow-eyed being, sniffing his leg in puzzlement.

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