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Rasteva

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a character in “The Rend”, as played by Rasteva

Description

Name: Rasteva.
Age: Currently Unknown.
Species:Daemon.
Appearance:
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Anyone catching sight of Rasteva for the first time would naturally assume them to be a living individual clad in a towering suit of armor. This assumption proves to be mostly false as Rasteva is neither alive nor truly dead, further still the armor they are 'wearing' is very much a part of their physical form.

The armor in question is of a make and material not seen anywhere else, and stands several meters tall. The Daemon's considerable size can make using doorways a bit of a moot point as they cannot fit through mos of them. Unsurprisingly and to the chagrin of more than a few , Rasteva has been known to walk face first through walls in order to get into buildings.

Rasteva's "Head" is what makes up the Armor's helm. A single glowing "Eye" can be seen in the Helm's visor, and often moves from side to side of its own accord. The 'Eye' in question is not used for sight, but a more of a prop to allow anyone interacting with the Daemon to know when they are being directly addressed by them. This of course means that Rasteva does not make any facial expressions, and anyone interacting with them will have to suffice with vocal cues in order to understand their moods.

Clawed Gauntlets are what Rasteva uses for hands, and are surprisingly dexterous. This allows the Daemon to preform delicate tasks the same as anyone with regular hands.

Rasteva does not require food or drink in any matter, though they will sometimes partake of one or both in a social setting for the sake of being "Polite".

As a result of lacking any true physical characteristics, or more likely because they simply are not a true living being, Rasteva does not have an actual gender. They simply either refer to themselves in the Third Person or as "This one." Humorously Rasteva can be referred to as either male or female and as they show no preference for either, this often leads to confusion for many surrounding them.


Personality: Rasteva's imposing stature, and rather terrifying appearance cause people to be wary of them at best. At worst they presume the Daemon to be an actual monstrosity bent on harming anyone crossing their path. Such reactions are not new to Rasteva and they have grown used to them, making no effort to correct anyone on the matter unless absolutely required to. This has led many occasions where the Daemon has engaged in battle long before anyone has bothered trying to speak with them. Inquiry reveals that Rasteva is far from malignant, only doing battle with anyone perceiving them to be a true Demon solely because they cannot be bothered to correct anyone on the matter. This means that Rasteva is more likely to make enemies than friends, and the Daemon often cares little for changing another's perceptions of themselves.

That aside, Rasteva is somewhat even tempered if a bit indifferent. They make no direct effort to cause harm to any around them, and are found to be quite well mannered. But getting their help in most matters is a bit of work as they can't see much reason for doing so beyond personal interest. Truly this makes reading Rasteva's true intentions difficult as the Daemon only ever does something because they either "Feel like it" or "Want to see what happens". There are a few that worry if the Daemon would outright turn on everyone at some point, for reasons only they truly know. Rasteva is quite confident and self assured as most of their kind tend to be, and is not prone to doubt in themselves. While a bit difficult to get on with sometimes and not one to shy away from throwing insults, the Daemon firmly believes that all beings are capable of greatness and feels it is a simple matter of finding it within. As such they are prone to making grand speeches in order to lift the spirits of the downtrodden. Results are very mixed.


Powers/Weaknesses

Sturdiness/Heaviness: Rasteva's armor grants them incredible resilience in combat, and as such conventional physical attacks do little to harm them. Because they do not posses any organs, or bleed in a conventional manner, Rasteva can shrug off major injury with little consequence. Loss of limb has been observed in battle and does very little to slow the Daemon down. It is currently unclear whether or not the Daemon's physical strength is a result of the armor they wear, or a natural gift bestowed upon their kind, but it is difficult to deny and even more difficult to stand up to.
Rasteva's armor and size makes them exceptionally slow and cumbersome. Faster opponents can typically run circles around the Daemon with relative ease, causing them to trip up and potentially leave them open to assault. Rasteva is also incapable of swimming, and putting a large enough body of water between them and their target gives one ample time to plot.


Stamina/Aversion to Magic: Rasteva is not a completely natural being, and their body does not posses the limitations of an organic creature. This allows the Daemon to be practically ceaseless in battle as they require no rest, or even air. A favored tactic of Rasteva is to "Buckle Down" and simply bide their time through an onslaught of attacks until their opponent becomes too tired. Should the Daemon go on the offensive, they become a nigh unstoppable Juggernaught, incapable of tiring and excessively difficult to stop.
Because Rasteva has devoted almost all their available power to strengthening themselves physically, the Daemon is unable to fend of most Magic based attacks. It is speculated that Magic directly harms the essence contained within the Rasteva's armor, and Magical assaults of enough size and strength are required to effectively stop them.

Battle Prowess/Single Minded: Daemons are effectively immortal, as many Supernatural beings are. This has allowed Rasteva to amass a respectable knowledge of all things related to warfare, and they put this knowledge to great use. A Master of Arms, Rasteva is adept in the use of bladed weapons, but will fall back on hand to hand combat should they find the necessity.
Despite being well versed in battle, Rasteva will sometimes reach a state of "Tunnel Vision" meaning that the Daemon will focus solely on what is in front of them. This stubbornness is especially easy to exploit should the Daemon be pitted against what they consider a worthy adversary. This allows reinforcements to flank Rasteva and launch an attack without them noticing.


Not a Demon/Not quite Divine: Because Daemons are not in any way related to traditional Demonkind, they are not subject to Summonings or Banishments. Rasteva will often use this to their advantage and allow opponents to 'Bind' them to their will. Once the person's guard is sufficiently relaxed, Rasteva will launch a counter attack.
While not Mortal by any means, Rasteva is perfectly capable of being destroyed and subsequently killed. Their armor is merely a vessel for The Daemon's essence, and should it be destroyed Rasteva will dissipate. This can be forgone by finding another vessel to inhabit, but a sufficient one is required if the Daemon is to defend themselves at all. This also means that Rasteva's essence can be captured in a vessel of particular design, rendering them incapable of doing anything.


Smokescreen: Should the Daemon need to flee for whatever reason, they will begin venting an odd black smoke out of their armor in massive clouds. This cloud obscures Rasteva from view, allowing them to make their retreat. It can also be used at close range to disorient foes and allow the Daemon to launch a counterattack.
The smoke within Rasteva's armor is only a finite amount, and as such sizeable leaks or ruptures within the armor can become an issue if not tended to within a certain amount of time. Rasteva's Smokescreen especially weakens them after use, and if the Daemon is unable to make a clean escape they will be considerably weakened.


Siegebreaker: Rasteva unleashes a massive and focused beam of energy from the mouth of their helm, capable of toppling buildings. The effects are wholly devastating, and there has never been a recorded instance of anything able to stand up to it. It is unclear how Rasteva is able to use this ability, though some speculate that this is a pure and concentrated manifestation of the Daemons's life force made into a weapon, but there is no doubt to its power. The Siegebreaker has been seen few times in the course of the Daemon's existence, and it is described as being nothing short of terrifying.
Siegebreaker, while utterly devastating, comes with a very clear set of stipulations required for its actual use. Foremost, it has an incredibly long charge time, and cooldown. The charge itself takes upwards of 12 hours, and cannot be willingly halted at any point. Siegebreaker must be used at a distance, as Rasteva is unable to do anything once they begin focusing their powers. Should the Daemon fall under assault they will be unable to defend themselves, and Siegbreaker's charge will be halted. Because it requires Rasteva to tap into all of their available power, Seigebreaker effectively cripples the Daemon. This perhaps, is the closet the Daemon will come to sleeping as they become immobile and unaware to outside stimuli. Recovery is known to take several days. Because of the high cost of using it, Siegebreaker is used ONLY when every other option has been previously exhausted. Rasteva will be forced to make a retreat and launch their assault from afar, often while under cover to avoid notice.

Historical Background:
Daemons have existed in this world and on many others for as long as there have been Gods, and their exact origins are hard to pin down. Cultures the world over have different names for Daemons, the most popular of thse being 'Djin' or 'Familiar'.

Despite sharing a namesake with the more 'popular' Demons of Myth, Daemons are neither inherently good or evil. Their ambiguous nature can leave many wary as their true motives are often up for debate. In actuality a Daemon's ambiguity is in reality a 'Default setting' and all of them are driven by an unknown and all consuming impulse to discover their true nature. Defining it only as a drive to be their "Complete Self", it can range from each Daemon becoming either a complete monster like the Demons they share a namesake with, or beings of complete virtue.

When not confusing people the world over, Daemons are most often found meddling in the affairs of Mortals. This can be something as innocuous as helping an individual with a chosen task, or something a bit less harmless such as giving people portions of their own power to see what happens.

It tends to go about as well as one would expect.

Daemon's are Incorporeal by nature, though they can interact with objects and other living things in a given reality. They adhere to the laws of Physics for the most part, and can suffer injury and feel pain the same as any other living creature.

Daemons do not adhere to a particular hierarchy, with the only distinctions being that some are more inclined to Magical use, while others focus primarily upon physical forms of combat. Appearance also varies highly from individual to individual, but it should be noted that a Daemon's Physical form and their 'Soul' are two separate things despite being part of the same creature.

It is entirely possible to destroy a Daemon's Physical form, and capture their 'Soul' within a vessel. This further perpetuates the idea that Daemons are related to Demons, though the former cannot be summoned, bound or banished. A captured Daemon may be subject to the whims of the person that owns the vessel, but it should be noted that a Daemon cannot do much without a proper body.

It should be also noted that Daemons that find new bodies after being captured against their will are quick to enact revenge.

Currently: At present Rasteva has been thrown into an unknown God's 'Game'. Stripped of their power, and bound to this God's whim, the Daemon is less than pleased. Only time will tell if they survive the coming trials. But Rasteva has made it their personal mission to tear the God in two the moment they regain their power.

So begins...

Rasteva's Story

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Xin watched as the freak girl sat down and let he bag come off of her shoulder before looking him up and down. She then said somethings that Xin really couldn't understand, not that he was paying that much attention to what she was say. He had to make sure that he kept a close eye on the rest of the people here. One small slip up and one of them might turn and try to use this arena like an actual arena.

A few more moments and she started with the word 'Warforged' getting back Xin's attention. They sounded like some funny name for a warbot, but when she started talking about 'Shao' Xin could only think of one thing that met that description, given the circumstances. "Shao sounds a lot like a different name for a human. And I can tell you right now that your Za Ri are nothing more than another thing to be crushed beneath the feet of real empires. Ones that span stars." Xin said with some level of arrogance within his voice. This zi ri before him was liably some primitive, like one of the many species of natives that had been crushed beneath his boot.

Then there was some massive shadow suddenly covering the group. Turning to its source, Xin didn't break his stance as he stared at the giant chunk of armor. What the hell is that? Some kind of knock off mech? With a subtle turn and a careful step or two back, Xin was back in a position where he could view the entire group, including the silent tower of armor.

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#, as written by Rasteva
The Figure continued to stare at the assortment gathered around, taking a bit of humor from the one that seemed nervous of their approach. What interested them more than anything however, was the word "Dragon" being thrown around. Dragons were titanic beasts, and they were for fighting above all else. But here they did not see any Dragons. Surely two small Dragonlike creatures, but not DRAGONS.

This became a sudden point of interest for the armored figure, and as the small humanish thing beside the little Dragon continued to speak, they become even more interested. Even in their many travels, and countless years alive, the figure had yet to come across a tiny Dragon.

So it stood to reason that they desired a closer look at it.

Lumbering to a dead halt behind the small human, the figure moved to one knee, a gauntleted claw reaching out tentatively to prod gently at the little Dragon beast.

"Small. Very small." The figure's voice echoed from beneath their helm, the timbre and pitch too difficult to place a clear gender to. "You say that you raise them? Are they of Fighting Stock?" The armor clad figure tilted it's horned head down to stare at the scaly beast. "Because this looks to be of Laughing Stock to me."

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Sarah Ender Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Drake Coleman
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"Well, you're boring," Khojin said, giving a brief, dismissive sigh. "And that's enough elitism for one day. Good-bye."

She popped to her feet, completely disregarding the large, armored figure attempting to loom over all of them. She hooked her leg through the strap of her duffle bag, lifting it up and grabbing it in her hand before slinging it back over her shoulder. She strolled back over to Adira and the winged Shao boy, giving a small nod of recognition to the metal-encased arrival as she passed; the kind of nod one might give to to a fellow gang member, or someone who served in the same branch of the military.

Adira seemed to have been joined by a different Shao girl at one point. This one had silver hair and a black cloak; Khojin brushed off her own coat absentmindedly, polishing the attached armor sphere with her sleeve. "Making friends, I see. Want this?" She dug quickly through her duffle, procuring the package of dried bread rations.

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#, as written by Hyro
Drake was admittedly a little surprised by the Fanghur’s insistent nudge, but found no trouble in stroking the reptile’s muzzle calmly, comforted by the soft vibrations let off by the creature’s happy crooning. He didn’t seem at all bothered by the size of the creature, and in fact had a natural way about how he treated him. As if he had dealt with Fanghur before, though he certainly had never met one, let alone touched one. Out of everyone here, he felt Fell was the most trustworthy of them all. And perhaps his rider, as well, though mostly Fell. Perhaps he was a bit biased in that sense.

A Fanghur, can’t say I’ve heard of that before... If only Kyle could have been here to see this. He would’ve loved it.

Drake could envision it clearly, his younger brother’s rosy cheeks and wide, green eyes, filled with wonderment and awe. Smiling his adorable, naive smile. It was a somewhat comforting thought.

A thought that was immediately broken when a girl suddenly teleported to them, tumbling onto the ground. She didn’t seem much bothered by the fall, having immediately led into a question, but he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you alright?” The boy quirked an eyebrow at her odd and sporadic behavior, not entirely sure how to interpret it.

At this point, a large armored
 thing - at least, that was the only word Drake could attach to it - had approached, moving to inspect Fell. Instinctively, the boy’s silver eyes flashed threateningly in warning and a low growl came out.

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Adira was distracted from the sudden appearance of another metal figure. Adira could see no physical features save for the outline of the armor, however as Fell turned to eye the newcomer and stopped crooning, she was immediately uneasy. It occurred to her that she was now semi-surrounded; Drake with bat or dragon wings, the teleporting girl, and now this armor clad figure. That was all it seemed to be for, judging by Fell's low croaking sound, he did not actually know what it was. It had no scent save for metal and some kind of vile smokey smell.

The armor (for that was all it seemed to be) stopped behind Adira and she turned so she could see it as well as the others, and watched as it knelt down. Slowly a metal hand reached out and poked Fell's hindquarters, making him growl softly in irritation. Adira's eyes narrowed slightly. "Small. Very small." came a voice from inside the helmet, though it did nothing to help identify the species or even the gender of whatever was inside (if there was anything inside). It almost seemed as if this armor were possessed by a spirit, if nothing else. "You say that you raise them? Are they of Fighting Stock? Because this looks to be of Laughing Stock to me." Adira's cheek grew red in indignation. "They are neither," she said with poorly hidden annoyance, watching as Fell moved away from the strange and prodding armor, his tail flicking in mild irritation, "Fanghur are not stock of any kind. They are hunters, protectors and companions. And they are invaluable."

Khojin walked up at this point. "Making friends, I see." she said, and Adira had to resist the urge to scoff. Those were not the exact words she personally would choose to describe the situation. However before Adira could respond, Khojin pulled out what appeared to be hardened bread. "Want this?" she asked, holding it out to Adira whose stomach choose that exact moment to remind her of the fact she'd not eaten within the last 48 hours by growling loudly. "Sure, I guess. Thank you Khojin." she said, taking the bread and trying to rid herself of the soft blush that colored her cheeks.

Adira went to take a bite, then stopped herself, glancing at the others who stood around her before sighing softly and tearing the bread into even sized pieces. "Here." she said, handing one to each of those standing near her, "I don't know why we're here or how we're going to get out, but we'll need to keep up our strength in the meantime." Adira said, not meeting any of their eyes as she torn her piece in half and held one side of it out to Fell, who in turn sniffed it before eating it from her hand in one bit. Fell sniffed her hand for more but she shrugged. "As soon as we get out of here we'll go hunting bud. But for now you'll have to be satisfied with that." Fell seemed to sigh (though it sounded like a combination of a hiss and a squeak), but nuzzled her hand affectionately, indicating his acceptance of this answer.

"Well, perhaps it's time to start looking for a way out then." she said and Fell gave an eager growl before turning around from her and walking away from her, beginning to sniff like a bloodhound, obviously searching for a scent other than what originated from the arena.

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Khojin Malqir
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“Eze.” The word rolled neatly off Madison’s tongue, forming into sound, a word, a name. He tested it once again beneath his breath, feeling it out, before smiling once more and nodding at the lizard. “Alright, Eze. It’s good to meet you- although, again, I would have preferred other circumstances, to be honest.” The vampire then extended a hand for a shake, uncertain if the other would understand the gesture, but offering it anyway out of politeness’ sake.

Stride, on the other hand, only gave a brief nod to affirm that she had heard “Eze” give his name, giving her jawline a light scratch as she directed a majority of her focus onto Mr. Robocop (she refused to call him by any other name, as this man was undeniably either Robocop or the Terminator). “So ya don’t know much ‘bout this whole thing, either.” Her voice was little more than a mutter as she continued to eye the man, occasionally switching her attention to over his shoulder in order to ascertain nothing of particular importance was happening. From the looks of it, all that was going on was two girls- one more human, the other...not so much- having themselves a happy little conversation, with the human-one showing off her dragon.

The woman was half-tempted to make a comment about at least taking the chick to dinner first.

Soon enough, however, another one was added to the mix- a male, who the pair shouted at for a while before the little group converged. Satisfied with what she found, Stride glanced back, watching as Robocop helped Godzilla with his duffle bag, as the latter didn’t seem to have any real idea as to how the thing worked, exactly. While this wasn’t exactly the most remarkable thing to look at in the situation, out of the corner of her eye she could easily see Madison nearly bursting at the seams, watching the two interact with obvious intrigue.

And then, the dam overflowed.

“Excuse me, sirs,” he began, absentmindedly rubbing his hands together as if brushing dust from them, “but I couldn’t help but wonder something; where did you come from?” He paused, letting the question hang there for a moment, before continuing. “I don’t mean continent-wise, but rather...well, general...place, you could say? The voice had mentioned us being in ‘another world’, and it’s fairly clear that we weren’t all brought from the same place.” Always looking for information. Even when locked in another “world” by the sounds of things, Madison’s thirst for knowledge lingered. And the way he saw it, there was no reason not to ask; after all, it wasn’t exactly the most confidential topic, given the fact that both a cyborg, some sort of draconic being, and a vampire were all gathered in same place- among various other beings.

Before the pair could answer, however, both SCION members became aware of a shadow looming across the arena. Casting darkness about them, and effectively making the umbrella unnecessary. Stride was the first one to peer over to see what had caused it, and found herself staring right into the face of some armored...thing.

Rather than leap back in shock, or even start unholstering her guns in an attempt to fire at the thing, the hybrid only muttered a “the hell is that” before checking to make sure that her weapons hadn’t somehow been taken from her. Once her fingertips had grazed the metal again, Stride was satisfied, and contented herself to squint at the figure for a while longer before turning back. A walking suit of armor certainly wasn’t the oddest thing to happen today, after all, and she doubted it would be the last. And, at any rate, she had seen several pieces of sentient armor when investigating haunted houses. Better to leave the thing to those it bothered, she mulled. Better to leave it until it tried to make a Happy Meal out of someone’s soul. (Ba-da-da-da-da, it’s lovin’ it~)

Her vampiric companion was just as unfazed- if not just as curious as he was before. Absentmindedly, Madison felt for his pocketbook, only to find the little nooks within his dress to be empty. A shame; while he had no qualms about putting things to memory, it was a strong habit to at least have some solid evidence of what he’d heard.

Maybe there was something for him in his duffle bag. Maybe. He’d have to check later- for now, he was too enthralled by the idea of milking the strangers for evidence of the Multiple Worlds theory. The others at base would have a field day with this kind of research, really.

And speaking of the devil


A familiar red, flaming plume of hair suddenly flared up in Madison’s line of vision, accompanied by an equally familiar tall figure attached to it, and her accompanying accent and lines of insult. One Kora Norrevinter. Before Madison went and called out to her, however, he became aware of certain...things that didn’t exactly apply to their Kora.

Namely, the lack of werewolf scent anyway on her body, the fact that she was currently cursing out a “Liberty” (while he knew that she did not originate from the Americas, he doubted that she hated them that much), and her current uniform.

The whole, well, spontaneous combustion was also a dead-ringer that things were not exactly right, too.

Stride seemed to recognize the woman equally as fast, although she was not as swift to recognize the differences as Madison. At first, she could only see the redhead as the Kora from base, the one that ended up hosting most of the chugging contests to her knowledge. Needless to say, the hybrid felt a bit pleased that she wasn’t the only fighter to get dragged into things, and was about to call out a jeer when suddenly, that Kora burst into flames.

“The hell?” The word came out admittedly a bit louder than intended, and Stride instinctively took a few steps back in surprise. As far as she was concerned, people didn’t randomly just burst into fucking flames. Before she could react further, Madison had suddenly taken a hold of her arm, giving a light tug and rising to full height. He leaned in just slightly towards the other’s ear, and began to mutter, taking care that those around them couldn’t hear.

“Look. That’s not our Kora; she doesn’t have the right scent. And you don’t see her burning, do you?” Indeed, the woman didn’t seem pained by the whole event- merely very, very pissed. Stride could only watch for another minute as the Norwegian cursed out “algae-eaters” before shaking her head, watching Kora- well, Kora’s doppleganger- with puzzlement.

“Alright,” she grumbled, “this shit is just gettin’ weirder n’ weirder.”

She knew well enough not to run up to the familiar stranger, shouting things like, “Hey! I know you don’t know me or anything, but I’ve known you for ten years in my world. Wanna go grab some beers?” After all, for all they knew, this Kora could be...a lot more different than theirs, to say the least.

They’d have to watch for now, but all Stride could think at the moment was that she had somehow found herself in an episode of “The Twilight Zone”.

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Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Drake Coleman
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Drake didn’t trust the looming shadow. Or maybe he was a bit intimidated by it. Whatever the reason, it didn’t change his guarded expression or tense posture. He looked ready to fight if necessary. There was no way in hell he was going down here, not when he had people at home awaiting his return. He always returned - always.

Sneaky little Liberty fuckers!

The word Liberty rang in the boy’s head, his eyes widening in shock. Suddenly his attention was no long on those he was among, but rather they had sharply moved to lock onto Kora, as well as his entire body which had turned to face her direction. Silver eyes jumped from her hair color to her uniform, and then to the Erubesco insignia on her outfit.

Why? Why was Erubesco here?

They couldn’t have followed him, right? No, they had no reason to follow one Wastelander. Surely there was something more to this. But he was in danger, this much was clear. Natural enemies, a faction member vs. a resistance member.

Drake’s hands were glowing blue now. He wasn’t, by any means, a threat, not yet. He appeared to be in a defensive stance and seemed a tad
 nervous. He wasn’t sure he could take the berserker by himself. The boy usually had his allies to back him up, but now he was alone. Or
 was he? These people had helped him, after all
 Maybe they would
?

No. He couldn’t rely on that. Drake would stand his own ground, at least for now.

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Khojin shrugged nonchalantly, taking the piece of hardtack handed to her. She'd intended to offer it the the girl with silver hair, but at least it was out of her bag. The bit of red that touched Adira's cheeks was a nice bonus, as well. She couldn't recall ever making someone blush before. It felt powerful. She nibbled on one corner of the hardtack as she considered ways to repeat the occurrence before giving up on what was for her an indigestible bit of dried bread and discreetly pawning it off on the Fanghur.

Her attention was called to a rather noisy Shao who had appeared at the edge of the arena. She was tall and well-muscled, with a flag over on shoulder and heat rippling the air around her hands. Nice.

The winged boy went ridged at her appearance, however, which called any attempts at further appreciation of the woman's scarred physique into question. He'd adopted a defensive posture, and there were blue flames in his hands. Not a fellow admirer, apparently. Khojin slid past Adira and the Iron Giant to stand mere centimeters from the boy's shoulder, tentatively placing a hand on his arm and leaning to speak quietly in his ear.

"Maybe don't do that," she advised, keeping her voice low enough that her words remained between the two of them while indicating the red-headed woman with her eyes. "Personally I'm already a fan of your friend there, but if you're not, maybe take a moment to consider your surroundings. A closed arena, filled with people who've found themselves in a strange place, all of them with some kind of combat potential, maybe tense and ready to snap at the first sign of fighting? Easy recipe for a bloodbath."

Khojin felt Capricorn would appreciate that little speech. She made a mental note to fill him in when he finally woke up.

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Following Fell with her eyes, Adira watched as he walked around the length of the arena, his nose to the ground before he stopped and tilted his head to the side. Looking up at her he made some squeaking noises and raked at the sandy ground with one of his taloned feet. 'He found something,' she thought and ran over to where he was. There in the sand Fell was indicating towards was a lever of some sort. Looking up Adira could see there was a gate not too far from said lever with a spiked fence down. "Hm..."

Taking hold of the lever she started to pull, but it wouldn't budge until Fell stepped forward as wrapped his tail around it, pulling the lever easily. They meet eyes and Fell gave a smug snort and in return Adira rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, the Fanghur is strong then the human, there's a big surprise." Fell made a chuffing sound, which was probably the closest he could get to actually laughing, and Adira grinned.

The sound of gears grinding drew her eyes to the gate and she watched in excitement as it slowly lifted. Finally, she'd be able to get out of here! What waited outside she didn't know, but staying in this arena certainly wasn't going to get her home any faster. Turning around she waved at the group she'd been talking too. "Hey, this appears to be an exit." she called to them, and at that declaration she could see a few others heads turn to look in her direction.

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Oliver was surprised by the female known as Madi's quick response to Oli needing shelter. Although no one could see his facial expressions, he blinked in surprise, then simply replied in a relieved, happy tone. "Many thanks." Noting that he had just been offered to sit somewhere beside the female, he did just that. Whether he was completely covered by the umbrella or not didn't matter, the smallest amount of shelter certainly made a difference. And so, Oli crouched down, almost resembling a bird perched ever so delicately on a branch. Whereas for him he was carefully trying to avoid the sun.

Now that he was safe, (for now), he felt quite uncomfortable. Realising how vulnerable he was he wasn't sure what to do. While most of them seemed quite friendly, he was still very cautious. Everyone was fairly calm considering how no one knew what anyone was capable of. One could only assume. The female known as Stride said something, but Oli wasn't entirely certain if she was speaking to him or not. Turning slightly to see someone possibly beside him she might have been speaking to. Nope, no on there. But perhaps the question was rhetorical. Oli simply gave a nod in reply, feeling too awkward to really talk when he didn't fully understand what would be the best reply. Perhaps he was thinking too much?

Although Oli was curious, he wasn't exactly able to take in everything at once; catching glimpses of random scenes from all around him, growing slightly overwhelmed by all the sudden events. A lizard man, Robocop? A girl with white hair, another with brown hair and; looking out into the distance he first noticed another metal looking man with green glowing slits on his mask thingy. He had seen similar looking people to this man and Robocop in his world, but knew little about them due to waking up in his own world with no memory. Too many conversations going on at once. Oliver stayed crouched quietly trying to take in everything at once. A man with wings, a female with wings too. A strange looking female with horns conversing with winged boy and dragon girl. Sounded like cheap superhero names. Oli had no idea what a dragon was and just by looking at the female's companion, Oli was lost for the right word to call it and simply called it a lizard in his mind. Some random purple themed girl teleported out of no where to the other group followed by a heavily armored man. So many people! Oliver felt sick. Suddenly a woman cursed something loudly, only briefly catching the words fuckers. He watched the fire caused by her rage glow brightly, it was pretty but very alarming. Why were all women pretty but alarming?

Okay, Oliver wasn't going to look at anyone anymore, it just made him more nervous, and the more nervous he grew, the closer he was to doing something stupid. Everyone seemed occupied which was good, no attention on him. He decided to look at the items people had; which honestly didn't help. Nearly everyone had a gun of sort or something threatening. That large sword that Oi noted as a large knife set off alarm bells. He and pointy things did not mix well. Averting his gaze, he noticed everyone had a bag of sorts. He watch Eze break his in attempts to zip it back up, only to pull a bucket of sea water out and devour a fish from with in. Holy cheese sticks. John was kind enough to show him how to use it at least, he seemed friendly too. Wait where was his bag?

Oliver turned his head, looking around the arena floor for a bag without an owner. Until finally his eyes landed on it. Glancing at everyone briefly, hoping everyone was concentrating combustion woman, he decided to retrieve the bag. Remaining under the umbrella, (although it was redundant from the large shadow looming over from the armored man) his hand detached from where clear stitch marks were present around his wrist. Leaving behind a trail of black mist, his hand floated over to his bag, grabbed it, and floated back over to him. Grabbing the bag with his attached hand, allowing the other to reattach itself, he read the note that said his name on it before continuing to open the bag and look within.

Within his bag, he found boots, pants, an ankle length black coat, food and water. That was it. Nothing in the bag was familiar to him but was certainly a lot more than what he had in his world. Madi spoke up asking curiously what everyone's world's were like and such. That was a good question, Oli too was curious about this, only just realising the fact that there was more than just his own world. It made him feel strangely hopeful. Oliver decided to speak. "In my world, I have no idea what it's called, or what the city is called. Or my birthday..." Oliver trailed off for a moment, trying to think of something interesting to say. "Uh actually I don't know anything about my world, I'm not much help sorry. I do know that people use a lot of technology, the city is basically made of technology. I uh... I kind of woke up there without my memory. Wandered around then ended up here." Oliver wasn't usually this talkative, but the group he was currently with strangely gave him a good vibe. "I'm Oiver by the way but you all can call me what ever you want." He spoke out loud to everyone. Then waited to hear of their world's.

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"The gates suddenly closed once again, keeping everyone from leaving before they could escape." Came the omnipreent voice of Rend, and as he said this the gate slammed shut. "Yeah, no way of, uh, tunneling out or anything, or lifting the gates. Nada. Can’t do any weird super speed stuff either- just all stuck there for the time being. Forced to- well- sit tight. And it’s not like you’d even want to leave yet, either!" Adira glared at the gate, mostly because the voice seemed to have no physical form which she would glare at.

"Because there’s...spiders outside the gate! Really massive ones, I’m not kidding- and- and not like the ones the size of your little finger that get in your shower, and you think, “Wow, that’s a pretty big spider” before going ahead and crushing it- no. These ones are...they’re as big as the armored one, and as wide as three people of healthy weight. Yep. And, uh, there’s lava, too! Don’t ask me how the lava isn’t getting in through the grates, but there’s a whole mess of molten rock outside." Moments after Rend said these things Adira would hear the hissing of lava, and Fell started growling as if there were creatures on the other side of the grate. "And the spiders, you ask? Well, they’re also lava-proof! Ha! Bet you didn’t expect that! And there’s...lightning, too! Granted, don’t particularly want to use lightning, but you should know how serious I am about this when I bring in the lightning! I’ll just add in a few goblins, too, for good measure- maybe a few rabid bunnies, a few lava-sharks
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As Rend went on and it got more noisy outside the gate Adira could feel herself growing aggravated. 'I don't know who the hell this prick is or why he's not letting us leave, but if he's powerful enough to teleport us all here from our own worlds then why the hell wouldn't be be able to summon frickin lava sharks and giant spiders to wait just outside of the gate for us?' sarcasm was dripping from every word in her thoughts, but she pinched the bridge of her nose to try and calm down. "Alright, so much for an escape plan." she muttered to Fell, who grumbled softly, "I guess all we can do at the moment it socialize."

This was definitely an item that sat very low on her list of things-to-do, but it also seemed to be the only option at the moment. But then again Adira was rather peeved at Rend. If his (or it's) intention was to get them to become all buddy-buddy with each other, she was rather inclined not to give him the satisfaction. So instead of walking up to some of the others in the arena, she started rummaging through the bag that'd been provided. Fell however had a different idea.

As Adira reached for the bags he moved away from her, emitting a soft playful growl. "C'mon Fell, let me get into the saddle bags," Adira said, irritated, but Fell had the strange laughter sound again and moved further away. Within moments Adira was sprinting after her companion (who was significantly faster than she) until they came to a halt in front of the Drake and the others. Adira glared at Fell, who wisely avoided her eyes by instead nudging her to look up. Everyone seemed to be staring at this one red headed figure (who as currently on fire, though didn't seem to be dying) and had all taken up defensive stands. Drake looked especially nervous.

"You! What the hell is going on here?! Spit it out you grubby little terrorist or I'll try my very best to make sure that you stay dead this time!" she shouted, pointing accusing at Drake. Forgetting her earlier irritation, Adira stepped in.

"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" Adira said harshly, her hand moving to grasp the hilt of her sword and the spines along Fell's back raised as he growled softly and flashed his teeth. She slipped between the others so that she was now standing between the flaming warrior and her small band of acquaintances (for lack of a better word). Fell moved so he was now standing beside her, and Khojin seemed to be talking to the red-head quietly, probably trying to calm her down. "I don't know who you are or why you're screaming about "Sneaky little Liberty fuckers!", much less what that is supposed to mean." Adira said, her voice cold and defensive, "But maybe it would be wisest to calm down and talk to us, before you go ranting and setting yourself of fire. In case you haven't noticed," Adira's eyes flicked to the others in the arena before returning the the eyes of the red warrior, "you're surrounded by powerful fighters who are equally as confused and on edge as you are. Maybe it would be best you not do anything to upset the delicate balance we have at the moment." Fell gave a soft hiss of agreement as Adira locked eyes with the red-head, watching for any indication she was going to do something stupid.

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Armory stepped back as Eze began to explore the contents of his newly opened bag. The dragon man almost immediately grabbed a a bucket from out of the bag, an greedily began to consume what looked like fish, and water. Great, not only did Eze seem to be a physically powerful dragon creature but it appeared he was some kind of water loving creature. Water. John was not a fan so he stepped back lest the hungry man accidentally got even a drop of water on his sleek metallic frame.

Just then he turned his attention away from Eze back towards Stride, and Madison who had just posed an interesting question. Where did the other come from? He watched the strange mask creature, now dubbed Oliver, who evidently had very little in the way of memory. John then opened his mouth to answer the pale woman's question when several other odd characters made themselves known, and gathered near the girl with the strange lizard, and another female creature that he couldn't place. One of these new figures, was a massive ratehr imposing set of armor, John was not quite sure if anyone was even in the thing. The other newcomer, a girl who seemed to fit many definitions of the word "fiery" who illicited quite a lot of attention from some of the others.

Armory however was not really concerned with her, at least not compared with what happened not too far from the cyborg. Eze had suddenly began creating sparks from his body, an action which illicited an immediate reaction from John as he quickly jumped back from the dragon, his hands making a not very subtle jerk towards his side arms. And now it seemed he could produce lightening. John was rapidly beginning to dislike the man, and he tried to bury the fear that began to rise in the back of his mind. Eze could quite easily kill the cyborg, so he wanted to keep his distance.

It was the the mysterious voice had decided to address the them again. It was clearly a being of great power, though not one of nerve or decisiveness apparently. The being described quite a few obstacles, many of them ranging from dangerous to outright ridiculous. Though nothing beyond the gate frightened John more than the promise of lightning. He made a quick decision that he would not be the first one to step foot outside that gate.

It was at this point the fiery girl had started to cause some kind of commotion with many of the others. A fight seemed to be on the verge of breaking out between the fiery woman, and the girl with the strange pet. John let out a sigh. Maybe they'd kill each other and John would just have less problems to deal with. The notion of a bloody fight breaking out let a small smile come to his lips, and a chuckle escape his mouth."Well looks like some of the others are in the mood for a fight. This could get interesting. He spoke to on one in particular, though it was quiet clear he was looking forward to a fight. He was eager to possibly learn about the combat abilties of some of the other people trapped here.

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Things were escalating quickly since this new woman appeared, and Eze knew that a fight would not be the best thing at the moment. Still in his defensive posture he mental went over everything that he could do. Just clawing one of them would only make things worse. Talking obviously wasn't working. There was no water to throw the woman in to try and cool her down, though Eze doubted just how good of an idea that was. Then one idea that might work came to mind.

Slamming his staff into the ground, he leapt upon it even faster than when he first woke. He was hydrated, hopefully enough to knock one of them out if they retaliated for what he was going to do.

Suddenly the sound of a voice like lightning originated from the half-dragon, the sparking in his mouth seeming to help with it. "No one will fight here so long as I stand!" Boomed his thunderous voice before a massive bolt of light blue shot from his mouth and over those near him. It landed between the would be fighters, kicking up smoke and dust as well as punching a half-foot deep crater into the area it landed. With singed sand and all.

Eze remained balancing on his staff with a single food and his claws obviously at a ready position. If it came to fighting, Eze wouldn't go down without one hell of a fight.

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Xin had been focused on the flaming girl when suddenly some voice that sounded like lightning with words hit his ears like a cannon. Turning to the origin of the sound all that he saw was the bronze colored lizard man with sparks jumping all around his head and mouth. Then something Xin didn't believe could happen did. A perfect bolt of lightning flew from the damn thing's mouth.

Electricity just didn't work like that. It just didn't. It jumped in arks. It followed paths of least resistance. It spread to other things. That was why plasma and slugs were so popular when electricity itself was the best counter to barriers was because they could be controlled and electricity always found a way to disobey.

What was even more surprising was that the landing zone of the bolt didn't just heat up. It fucking exploded. No. No way. There was no water there. Nothing to expand with enough force to do that. When the dust started to settle, Xin spotted singeing along the crater and what looked like some flash formed glass.

Okay, the lizard/dragon man gained some respect. Xin may not have heard what exactly he was shouting about, but a display like that was impressive. Perhaps it was a simpler mind dumped into a body from a place even more advanced than Alphadine, or perhaps it was some natural thing that a whole species adapted. Whatever it was, it was damned impressive. And threatening.

Mixing force and electricity might actually be able to over-power Xin's barriers. While this marked the lizard as a valuable ally, it also made him the priority target of Xin. If that thing were to ever try that with Xin, it would quickly find a fresh bullet right between the eyes.

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Upon seeing that Eze was too preoccupied to notice the gesture, Madison pulled his hand back, folding it neatly against his chest before letting it fall to his side. It seemed that the being was happy, at least, draining the bucket as if it contained the nectar of the gods. And, as far as the researcher was concerned, a happy stranger was a peaceful stranger- and a stranger far more willing to establish familiarity. He paused, dusting off his sleeves, and then turned away to better take into view the youth from earlier, who had now hid himself under the umbrella with obvious gratitude.

“It’s no problem, really. With how hot it is in the shade, I can only imagine how it must feel out there.” Madison then smiled brightly at the other- although his expression once again shifted upon seeing the man’s hand suddenly fly from his wrist, wrap about the handles of his bag, and drag it back.

Madison blinked. Then blinked again. Then again, for good measure. After the third and final blink, he gave a small shrug, instead glancing back over to his own bag as if suddenly reminded that it existed. Considering his company- especially with the revelation of them all coming from different worlds- he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to take a look. Dropping gracefully to the floor, Madison opened up the metal teeth and began to rummage inside. There was a sun hat and a pair of sunglasses within (which, to his delight, went wonderfully with his current outfit), various other pieces from his wardrobe, and even the notepad he had thought missing. After putting on both hat and glasses, and tucking his pocketbook back into his pocket, Madison resumed his search, intrigued by the contents lying inside the carry-on.

Beneath the neatly folded clothes, and beneath the small makeup kit that had been nestled up to the fabrics, were more...useful (not that what he had discovered earlier wasn’t useful, of course) contents, to say the least. A rifle was tucked neatly at the bottom of the bag, along with a basic handgun, and a pair of knives. While Madison was curious to explore more of his little weapons’ stash in the way that the others had, he thought better of it, instead turning to the rest.

Other than the same weapons-care items and customary bullets his coworker had, there was little difference between his pack and the basic items of the others- although there was no food or water whatsoever. Instead, his collection of medical items contained a basic blood transfusion kit, and a few plastic containers to go along with it.

Well, that was certainly thoughtful of their captor to include.

Suddenly, a girl’s voice rose above the clamor, calling out that she had found an exit. Intrigued, Madison looked up, only to find that the way out she was gesturing at had been closed off. And, in addition, there appeared to be...spiders? outside. From where he sat, he could see the creatures clawing at the metal, hissing at those who lay within and attempting to slide their fangs through the gaps.

While the girl certainly hadn’t lied, it seemed that, at the moment, any way of leaving was blocked off. Frowning at the thought, Madison decided to turn his attentions onto something more positive- such as the youth who had joined them. He was clearly uncertain about his origins, hinting at amnesia, but Madison continued to smile placidly at the other- Oliver, or so he had said.

“That’s fine, Oliver; you’ve still helped with what you’re able to remember. Thank you.” A short nod, sending what hair was left uncovered by the hat swaying lightly with the movement.




While Madison had been far more lax about the prospect of an escape, Stride had already begun to make her way over to the iron gate, having heard both the shouts and whirring of metal from where she had been standing. However, before she had even reached half the distance between her “starting point” and the gate, it had shut- with what visible land that could have been seen from through the bars quickly being hidden from sight by...lava?

“Well,” Stride suddenly drawled, gaze shifting to the one who had cried out that she had found an escape. “That’s a real interestin’ way of gettin’ out you were thinkin’ of, but, y’know, not all of us can swim through lava, kid.” Before she could even get a proper reaction to her words, however, the situation had suddenly taken a rather interesting turn. The Kora-doppleganger had suddenly started shouting at one of the younger-looking strangers gathered, calling him a terrorist, and- from the looks of it- preparing to fight. The kid didn’t look exactly happy about the redhead’s presence, either, hands flaring up with visible blue light.

Even during such a scenario, Stride couldn’t deny her interest in what was most likely a potential fight. She crossed her arms over her chest as she approached, hoping for a better view, although a scowl quickly overtook her expression at the intervention. Fights were always fun to watch, after all- especially when it was some weird emo kid versus an angry Norwegian. Nevertheless, she refrained from speaking at first, listening to the various back and forth for a while between the groups.

That is, until the Eze creature suddenly shot a bolt of fucking lightning out of nowhere.

“The fuck, Godzilla?” Instinctively, one of Stride’s hands flew to her submachine, preparing to draw it if necessary. “Ya know, when ya rant about not fightin’ then go and shoot fuckin’ lazers everywhere, that kinda defeats the damn purpose!” Squinting at the lizard for a while, she cast a glance over to Kora-Ganger, what familiarity that would have inevitably managed to slip in cast away from the previous surprise.

“You’re sayin’ that kid’s a terrorist?” Stride paused, peering over at Drake skeptically. “Looks like he could barely lift a stick ‘fore breakin’ his arms.”




Almost immediately upon seeing the fight brewing, Madison had practically flown from the ground and onto his feet, staring towards the little gathering with a deep frown. While he truly didn’t know many here asides from Stride and Kora- and even then, the latter wasn’t of his world, by the looks of it- there was still the matter of a godlike being watching over them. Of course, what the being even wanted was up for a debate, but Madison had a strong gut feeling that it wasn’t for everyone to get killed off so quickly. He hurriedly slipped a pair of gloves on from the bag and jogged over, taking care not to use ]too much of his own skills so soon- and casting a friendly nod in the direction of the fairy floating above the arena, hello there, good to meet you and all- and stopped some distance away from the actual fight.

“How about we all just calm down and don’t use any sort of weapons or magic or anything in this situation?” Madison offered. “It won’t do any good here, aside from potentially letting in those.” Almost casually, he gestured over to the gate, where some sort of vibrant red shark was baring its teeth against the grate.

Sharks. Wonderful creatures, really, but not something he exactly wanted flopping about and causing even more havoc.

And the lava also posed a problem, too.

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"What are you doing?!" Ocean was decidedly unimpressed with the behavior of most of those in the arena. A flick of her wings brought her closer to the group, where she turned slowly, taking them all in. "She's clearly fire bound, and if I know anything about fire, it's that it's volatile. You can't subdue fire with fire! That's how you make it worse!"

The expression on her face said she would very much like to facepalm, but years of being a perfect lady at court stopped the exasperated reaction. "Stop showing off. All of you." It had to be showing off, because who tried to claim they were protecting peace while shooting at those who were already high strung.

She called on her magic as she spoke, weaving layers and layers of shields and other protective devices because the ones here with the most power seemed the least rational. "You, with the black hair and wings. Move from her sight? Miss?" she turned to Kora while opening weaponless hands. "Despite their actions, no one wants to hurt you. And we've been transplanted, your old enemies are not here."

She then nodded back at the only person in the arena to acknowledge her existence outwardly, just to be polite, while carefully, trying to not make it obvious that it was her doing, she began to encase the giant armour suit's weapon with ice, growing by the second and becoming heavier and heavier, layering it with reinforcement and trapping it against the ground.

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Everyone was being very noisy, now. It was sort of ruining the fun of Adira and the larger woman's confrontation.The Hei-Senn could apparently shoot lightning out of his mouth. Evidently not a Hei-Senn. Khojin had never encountered one who could pull that off; she was fairly certain she'd remember that. She'd also seen the Armored figure move to raise his... what was that, a halberd? Regardless, it was covered in ice now, courtesy of the... actually, she severely doubted that was a Shao. She made a mental note to start asking before she assumed these things.

She scratched the back of her head, eyes flicking lazily between those who had involved themselves in the affair. Considering for a moment, she decided it might be wise to separate the two parties. Casting one last look at the warrior woman's biceps, she tapped Adira and the boy on their shoulders, tilting her head toward one side of the arena to indicate her intention.

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A lot of things happened at once.

Then a dragon-man-hybrid charged forward, "No one will fight here so long as I stand!" he called in a thunderous voice between a beam of lightning shot from his mouth and stuck in the center of where they all stood, kicking up smoke and dust as well as punching a half-foot deep crater into the area it landed. At the blast everyone had been knocked back slightly (save for Fell who was bigger and heavier than all of them), and Adira stumbled backwards, but was caught by Fell. The hybrid was perched on his staff in an offensive pose but instead of also assuming a pose of aggression, Adira just shot him an irritated look.

'How ironic for someone who has just declared that he will not tolerated fighting to make the first attack...' she thought, still glaring at him, though she said nothing. "That was completely unnecessary." said the suit of armor, obviously thinking the same thing, and Adira made a sound of agreement. Fell crooned softly and Adira touched his head, assuming him that she was perfectly fine.

"What are you doing?!" came another voice and Adira looked up to see some kind of fairy creature, stiffening slightly as she came closer. She's heard stories of the fae and it was one of the few things that could make her skin crawl. "She's clearly fire bound, and if I know anything about fire, it's that it's volatile. You can't subdue fire with fire! That's how you make it worse!" the fairy woman scolded the hybrid coldly before turning to the rest of them. "Stop showing off. All of you. You, with the black hair and wings. Move from her sight. Miss? Despite their actions, no one wants to hurt you. And we've been transplanted, your old enemies are not here."

Adira made a sound of irritation and sheathed her sword. So much for trying to make friends. Already Adira was feeling crowded. She'd been in this small arena for too long and there was a deep yearning for the open mountain ranges she was used to. And there were so many others at this point, Adira was rather uncomfortable.

A dead man who appeared as a woman.
A true woman with hair white as snow.
A dragon-man-hybrid with lighting and martial arts.
A darkly dressed man with a canine skull as a mask.
A man who seemed to be at least 90% made of metal.
Another man who was wearing a full metal suit.
A girl with black feathered wings,
and Drake with his more serpentine wings.
Khojin (whatever she was supposed to be).
An empty suit of armor that'd just tried to swing at
the enraged red-headed female (who was also on fire still).
A teleporting purple/black dressed girl.
A fairy who apparently thought she was a queen.
And then Adira and Fell.

And these were only the humanoids that Adira had noticed so far. There was a good chance that there were (or at least that there would be) more to come.

It was a drastic understatement saying that Adira was "uncomfortable". There were way too many people who were all way more powerful than she was. What was she even doing here? The only think anyone seemed to have in common was that they'd all been suddenly whisked away from their home worlds. 'What the hell am I doing? I can't leave until Rend allows it, it seems, but staying here will get me killed. And I can't let that happen.' Being so deep in thought Adira didn't notice Khojin's subtle hints, however Fell did and he gently nudged Adira forwards. Fanghur were extremely intelligent creatures, after all.

Adira followed Khojin out of ear shot of the rest of the group. There was still irritation in her expression, though this was to cover up her uncertainty. Absentmindly her hand began stroking Fell's scaly head and he crooned softly, the vibrations slowly calming Adira until she had regained her temperament and was no longer as high-strung as she'd been moment ago.

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Ocean Stormgull
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Kora was busy glaring at the form of Drake, in case he was about to try anything, when she was confronted. Far from being much deflated or wounded by Adira's comments, the woman laughed, causing the messy ginger strands of her hair to tremble in response. She took a step forward, having nearly a foot in height on her opponent, and responded.

"What? Are you trying to tell me off? That's pretty funny considering you're launching your squeaky little defence for a violent anarchist whose friends have tried to murder me three times and took my six year old daughter hostage. I can't help but feel like you're the only one working with no understanding of the situation, kid. Now pipe down and piss off. Grown-ups are talking. "

She had already finished and was about to turn her full attention back to Drake when she heard movement behind her, and turned in time to see the metal abomination about to attack her. It was just at that point that the lightning slammed into the floor right next to her.

For whatever the creature responsible had intended to do, this had the opposite effect, of making someone who was already rather on edge seem under attack. Kora sprang out of the way, into a clear space, and the power that surrounded her hands flared out around her in order to definitely claim the territory as her own.

A searing red-gold glow burst from the woman's chest to cover all her skin, and the air around her began to warp and dance with an intense level of heat. The stone beneath her feet started to blacken. Steam drifted up our from her mouth and nose as she spoke.
"BACK. OFF."

Her gaze then set upon Ocean, somewhat suspicious, though this was probably the most reasonable thing she'd heard so far.
"People are most certainly trying to hurt me. " she responded, her hair dancing in the wavering heat.
"Even though this is none of their business. And there is an old enemy here. I have some scores to settle and I don't think this is a 'bury the hatchet' sort of thing. If people're ignorant enough to strike at a person with no idea what their vendetta is then all I can say is they got a pretty twisted set of priorities."

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Drake Coleman
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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.