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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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"Hm?" He looked skyward, to wear the torrential downpour had fallen from the clouds, soaking the once dry ground of the arena turning the dry dust into a thick sludge, the kind that held your boots down with every step you take. Parting with a lonesome squelch as you tried to move. This wasn't nearly as interesting to Amos as the sky, which had immediately reverted back to it's arid heat. It was gone without a trace, just like the woman who he assumed called it. Lucky break in his mind. She skipped out right before this 'Rend' character depowered the loudest of them all. Served to make things more interesting for the leader he figured, which made things more interesting for them.

He shook himself off, each raindrop that landed on his gear flying aimlessly into the puddles below, absorbed by it's sibling liquid in an instant. The rain did little to quench whatever fire was causing the original two to argue, wings and fury over there. Political idealisms from the sound of it, mixed with some personal issues they had. Whatever, they could trade words neither listened to all they wanted. Long as they got moving.

Which a fella who looked a lot like him pointed out, by 'looked' Amos was references the dual revolvers, one shy of his trio, and cybernetic implants. All seen and studied through his right eye. His own differed in looks, as his enhancements were all internal, and linked with his biology in the subtlest of ways. A feat only accomplished by a faction that put the majority of their scientific weight behinds genetic enhancements and robotics.

"Ayup." Was the first word that came out of Amos's mouth. He decided to throw in with the other cyborg for now, less out of a sense of brotherly connection, and more because he was moving the group forward.

Amos suddenly spun around, his grey shawl freeing the last bits of moisture from its folds and sending them curving into a swirl that misted around his body as it moved. His revolvers, long barreled things balanced perfectly to fit his hands flashed from his two side holsters, they were single actions, requiring a quick thumb of the revolver to pull back so the hammer could fall and send the hot metal flying.

Hot being literal here, as each bullet that left was sheathed in white hot plasma, perfect for melting/shattering the faye ice that incased Rasteva's pole-arm.

"Can't leave a fella without his weapon can ya."

Amos paused before re holstering his weapons, waiting to see if any of them had gotten jumpy over the sudden onslaught of bullets. He didn't figure tensions were that high, but you never knew with some folk.

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Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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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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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Skip III
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The arena was soup.
These bickering Gifted – they were the broth of the soup. The wildly differing strangers - they were the meat and vegetables and spice. Evidently, Rend decided that this amusing soup needed some more volatile juice. Another unstable isotope for this experiment.

Literal unstable isotopes involved.

The new fuel for the fire was very bad fuel for fire. Again, literally. It would be very bad to light him on fire for everyone involved. So, when Skip III was warped to the Rend from the lab, and his eyes met with flames and a general scene of chaos, he skittered backward in his bright yellow Chuck Taylor’s.

As though Drake’s comment about irradiated insides had summoned him, suddenly, here was the SKIP project in all his beaming glory.

Fright filled him, at first—was this some new reality-bending isolation punishment of Balthazar’s? But hadn’t he been good lately? But the fear quickly ebbed. An enormous smile split his elfish face. He wasn’t alone. No – a gloriously confusing scene - a prostrated armor-wearer, an honest-to-goodness dragon, a lizardlike monstrosity—and a familiar ginger-haired berserker.

“Valkyrie!” Skip cried, glowing with delight—literally glowing, which was a bit offputting, actually. His instinct was to swoop in for a hug but, well, fire. And as if it wasn’t Christmas already, Skip’s acid yellow-green eyes landed on yet another familiar face—or rather, a familiar back of the head, for Skip had popped up right behind the dragon boy.

Drake could be hugged without fear of causing Chernobyl.
And so Skip flung his arms right around the leathery wings and cheerily greeted, “Hi, Smaug," before looking up. "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."

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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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Adira Hasidare

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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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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Adira Hasidare

"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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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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Ma’am. While others might have chosen to correct what was, really, a completely honest mistake, Madison chose not to- at least, not for the moment. He hardly bothered these days until it was completely necessary for him to do so, and the young man had already flounced off before he could have the chance to do so. As such, the vampire merely blinked once, twice, thrice, then trailed after. It was rude not to answer a question, after all- especially when said question pertained to someone who had escaped captivity as easily as waving her wrist.

As soon as he was in proper earshot once again, Madison slowed to a stop, taking care not to plant himself in a puddle or anything of the sort (these heels had been expensive, after all!) before speaking. “I’m afraid that she didn’t tell me anything about getting out,” he admitted. “She was in a bit of a...rush to get out, you could say. All she gave me was a warning before- well, considering you saw her before she left, I’m sure you know what she did just now, too.”

The lie came naturally, the researcher not missing a beat throughout his words. While he was sure that this one wasn’t as...volatile as the others, he was still determined to keep the existence of the fairy’s presents hidden for the time being. With how the gathering had been acting, and how powerful the woman had shown herself to be, there was enough evidence to make Madison reasonably wary- or so he felt. Even if they decided to properly ally, there was still the chance they would attempt to use the capsules for more malicious purposes. So he simply decided to keep his lips sealed, absentmindedly adjusting his packs as he stood.

Soon enough, Madison seemed to realize something, and smiled brightly even if the other’s eyes were not on him. “I’m Madison, by the way; it’s nice to meet you.” Curious as to what had drawn the man’s attention, he peered over his shoulder, looking at the contents of the bag from where he was. A question had begun to form itself on his lips, although it was soon and suddenly replaced upon catching sight of a dog trotting up.

The question itself was delayed again as the vampire cooed at the canine, bending a little in order to pet its head.

Once he had remembered what he had been about to say, Madison raised his head, although he kept his eyes locked on the little beast for the time being. “Is she yours? She’s beautiful!” Although he typically disliked assumptions, the other had been rifling through a bag stuffed to the brim with dog treats and other miscellaneous objects, so there was at least some evidence to do so.

By the point that both Adira and Rasteva had spoken, he had lowered himself to the ground already, tucking his duffel bag beneath him so as to avoid getting himself wet. He appeared completely and utterly distracted by this point, so his sudden raising of voice seemed to only spring from nowhere at first.


“I have to agree with Kora on this, actually. After all, you two- such a cute little puppy- you two seem to be assuming that our host didn’t add in other challenges for us to deal with. This...being has been acting extremely erratically which leads me to believe that there may be some things that we can’t expect outside- I’m sure you all remember the sudden lava, after all. We have enough rations to feed all of us, I’m sure, and the gate can be barricaded…” He paused once again, moving to actually look back at the others.

“I would say that we should cast a vote. From what we’ve heard, we’re all a team, and if one of us ends up wounded, we’ll all end up punished one way or another. Shall we?”

After all, he was no leader. Calling a vote and conducting himself as if he was was only stir more tension, or so Madison believed.

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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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It was with a sort of morbid fascination that the hybrid watched Khojin’s...tongue? loll from the massacred flesh, waving about in the open air for a long, uncomfortable moments. It was like watching a car crash- it wasn’t really the most pleasant thing to watch, but you just couldn’t tear your eyes away. It was only until the muscle was pulled back into the “Za Ri’s” mouth that Stride blinked, continuing to squint at the opening as if expecting it to suddenly start expelling beetles.

“That’s fucked up,” she muttered decisively, giving a short shake of her head. “Ya know, where I come from, ya don’t usually tear open someone’s face when you’re screwin’ ‘em. Least, we have a rule ‘bout that; ‘don’t stick your dick in crazy’.” Stride paused, giving Khojin another once-over. “Or, ya know. ‘Don’t let batshit insane stick its dick in ya.’.” The true rule of thumb, really, no matter the race or origin.

Adira’s words caused her attention to be drawn away from the weird horror-story shit she had just witnessed, and it was with a sense of disbelief that Stride listened to the dragon-rider boss everyone around. Her disbelief was only increased as the weird suit of armor chimed in, and, eventually, Stride began to chuckle just a bit louder than before.

“Look,” she said dryly. “I don’t care if you’re the princess where you’re from or whatever, but I can’t say I really wanna go jump off a cliff cause some magical armor and some kid told me there was a buncha pillows at the bottom of it. Hell, I could just be trippin’ by this point cause some asshole decided it’d be fun to slip some drugs in my drink, but I’m still not gonna just fuck off into the wilds like this.” Idly, Stride brought her gaze about in a circle, taking in the surrounding party.

“Just cause ya think the voice cut pieces from our worlds doesn’t mean everythin’s baby-proofed. For all we know, someone came from Monty Python, and there’s a buncha killer rabbits everywhere. There were fuckin’ lava spiders out there, ya know- and whose to say the voice might end up lettin’ one of us die off to make things interestin’?” Popping a stiffened joint in her neck, Stride let out a small sigh before continuing on.

“I’m votin’ that we just don’t follow the lead of the underdressed fifteen year old and Iron Man. Not sayin’ we hide in here forever, but we should at least find a place where we know there’s no poison dolphins or anythin’ like that.”

Absentmindedly, Stride took notice of the weird little glowing guy who had joined DoppleKora, but her attention did not focus for long on them. There were more important issues at hand, after all.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Sarah Ender Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Rasteva
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Khojin gave a very exaggerated look around the arena. "No poison dolphin's here," she commented, letting her duffle bag fall to the ground.

There was a point to what she said, of course; thus far none of the dangers claimed to be present in this world had appeared in the arena. Even the lava sharks had stopped at the gate, with one only passing the iron barrier when it was yanked in by a homicidal man encased in magic metal. This also seemed to be the only known location people had arrived at; wouldn't it make sense for the area to be warded against outside dangers? She said as much to the others.

"I mean, yeah, I could be wrong, but judging by our current track record this is our best bet," she waved up at the iron wires strung over the arena's mouth. "That's a good defense against anything from the air, an' the only t'restrial entrance is the gate, which we could probably close if needed. Or, failing that, drop Big Man Metal in the center of it. He seems reasonably impervious. Did you get smaller?"

She didn't notice before, but the suit of armor seemed to have shrunk several feet. Unfortunate. Still, her point remained. Oh, she almost forgot.

"Hey, jus' by the by, if we're s'pose to be a team wouldn't it be better to separate into groups?" she asked, lacing her fingers behind her head. "I mean, we'd be slower and attract more attention if we all jus' followed each other. Like, I dunno bout you guys but in my world travel in the Wastelands mandated groups no larger than four or five, unless you were lookin' to raid one of the Gaian settlements."

"Oh. And, uh, I'm Khojin. Not sure if we did introductions."

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Azai had been enjoying a night's rest in his web just moments before and now he was falling... and falling... and falling. He wasn't a fly! He didn't have wings! How the hell did that ominous voice think that it was a great idea to have him spiraling down in the darkness like this? He had tried to use his webs to cling to something but this inky blackness had no ledge, branch, or ceiling. It was just emptiness. He did have a strange bag that appeared beside him but that wasn't helping him right now. He almost wished he was back in the mansion he despised. At least things there made sense! Why was it that he was the one that always got snatched away from his home and brought somewhere else? This was the second time, damn it! And this time, he hadn't even done anything to warrant his capture!

Suddenly, the shadow seemed to break open and spit the spider out and he continued to drop. The ground and people were fast approaching. "Ah!" he cried out a bit undignified as he landed on one of the creatures below. Both he and the stranger hit the ground hard though Azai had to admit, he was lucky this guy cushioned his fall. He winced and started to try and get to his feet but the damn bag dropped on his back then and he winced as he hit the man beneath him again. He groaned and shook his head, his dark strands falling against his pale skin. He looked up, his deep amethyst gaze catching a glimpse of the dog in front of him. He had never seen a creature like him before. His eyes widened as he got on his hands and knees, careful to actually use the ground as leverage instead of the man. He pulled himself off the stranger and dusted himself off, his gaze never leaving the strange four-legged beasty. He wondered how the creature's innards tasted like.

The black widow then realized there were others in the strange place he found himself. He tensed and crouched low. He gave a hiss and bared his fangs. He really didn't like meeting strangers as of late. The voice said he was in a different world, but was it really a different world or was the master of the house toying with him? Punishing him for biting that patron? He wasn't supposed to bite or harm the others after all but it really wasn't his fault the man kept poking his face. The guy was asking to be bitten. He didn't recognize anyone or anything here. And being out in the open like this put him at a disadvantage. His only true weapons in this situation were his fangs and claws but he couldn't take on all of these strangers. Some of them looked like their skin wouldn't be easily penetrated.

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If it wasn’t for her own common sense (and a well-placed pinch), Dawn would have been long convinced that the stress had finally gotten to her. That she was having some surreal fever dream, where dragons and suits of armor and cyborgs walked about as if they weren’t typically products of fantasy. There was another part of her that mused the possibility of them being some odd variety of Gifted, which, admittedly, made more sense. It still didn’t change the fact that voices were apparently coming out of nowhere, or that all of the surrounding group seemed more fit to be in a novel than actual flesh and blood- or, in some cases, metal and oil.

Dawn had found herself pausing instead of pursuing the exit, given the fact that only a few seemed to be trying to leave at the moment. The girl had sat herself in one of the warmer patches, focusing on pawing through her bag and getting tabs on the supplies she had overlooked before. As expected, the duffel contained the basics of survival that many others held- although in contrast to the same majority, hers held no weapons at all. Of course, there was the basics of tools and some knives, although it was clear that all were used more for survival than not. There were clothes, rations, iodine drops and matches, but little else.

However, she was hardly bothered by the lack of supplies inside. After all, the raven didn’t have a reputation for her skills with a knife or gun or anything of the sort, meaning that any such items would have been pointless. Rising from the tile, Dawn allowed the bag to hang over her shoulder in the same fashion as the others, listening with interest as one girl who looked to be about her age, and one of the more...brow-raising profiles, began to reason that they should leave. That the world outside would be completely safe. Considering that she still lacked quite a bit of knowledge on what was happening, she merely contented herself with listening to the argument, attempting to get her thoughts better settled on the events of their apparent capture.

That was, until a familiar voice caught her attention. A familiar presence, which she knew did not belong- shouldn’t even exist for that matter. While Dawn didn’t have the best education in regards to biology, she was positive that after some time after being dead and covered in a few feet of soil, corpses didn’t have brain waves. Or working vocal cords.

Dawn turned.

She had been holding some amount of expectation that when she did, there would be nobody there, really. Even with the oddity that this world was shaping out to be, she was skeptical in regards to it bringing people back from the dead. However, as she completed her rotation, she found no one else than a certain Coleman.

“Drake..?” The word was quiet, but the shock was prominent in her tone nonetheless. It was like seeing a ghost- the other stood as if she hadn’t seen him buried only a short time ago. Dawn did little more than stare for a few moments, unable to comprehend the sight, before breaking herself out of her trance at the sight of familiar green outfits. Erubescian military garb. While she would have been surprised, seeing a dead friend suddenly back among the living had left her a bit numb to shock at the moment.

Dawn said nothing more for another few moments. Silent, processing this information, before suddenly pulling on a smile- somewhat strained, but a smile nonetheless- and bringing her attentions to the man who had fallen from the sky- seemingly out of nowhere.

This was seeming more and more like a trippy fever dream again, or like some Gifted had decided to drag her into some bizarre...thing. She would fully decide which one at a later time.

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Khojin gazed up at the sky for a moment, considering. If she were alone, then sure, she'd go out no problem, probably get 20 malms by the end of the night. But with a group of... how many people were there? Here, Adira, Rasteva, the four or five from the same world, Stride, Lightning Hei-Senn, armor dude 2, white hair boy, girl with worse black clothing than her, Shao in the dress, a dog, and the new guy who apparently fell on... Who was that? Regardless, their number was easily around a dozen, far more than she felt comfortable travelling with.

She clicked her tongue and dropped her arms, swinging them a bit at her sides. "Fine. But I still think we should split into smaller groups. If Rend has somethin' he wants us to do, I'm sure he can organize it in stages. Besides, three of the others already bolted, so..." She flicked her finger to Stride, Rasteva, and Adira. "I call these three. If we do go with that idea."

She picked her bag back up and slung it over her shoulder. No use leaving it in the dust. She lifted her leg to begin walking before another thought struck her.

"Hey," she began, resettling her foot. "If we are s'pose to work with each other, shouldn't we know what everyone brings to the team?"

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Kora folded her arms and rolled her eyes upon her point getting met rather..well very dismissively.

"Fine. Believe whatever you like. By all means just stroll out and eat whatever you find on the floor if it suits you. No-one is obligated to follow though. If experience has taught me one thing, it's that running into a place with no idea what's waiting for you is the best way to get you, and other people killed. I'd vote for Madison's proposal, but splitting up suits me fine, though Glowstick and Saika are staying with me regardless."

She'd cast a glance toward Makorai upon the mention of 'experience'. She was rather less concerned about individuals getting themselves killed, that was, ultimately, their own choice. She was however more concerned about one person's hubris being paid in the lives of others. She'd seen more of that than she really wanted to think over.

"And it sounds like me, Madison and Masky there are all on the same page about it. I dunno how everybody else feels."

At least partially she was more inclined to stick with these people, even though them being aware of her name was.... a little disconcerting...because they'd been taking her concerns even moderately more seriously. Also one of them hadn't just tried to kill her.

Plus now they had Skip in tow, and environmental extremes were a bit of a problems for someone with his rather....unique talents. Triggering Skip's special skill would end the game for all concerned, she was pretty sure of that.

At the point the new figure fell from the sky.
Kora took a moment to dwell on the fact that that would probably have really surprised her maybe an hour ago, and now was getting to be sort of an everyday occurrence. Like a rain shower or something.


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The Dog had padded up to Madison upon being called, and, almost immediately flopped onto her back, all four feet in the air, and was enjoying being petted through the talking.

She was perfectly contented with this during the speech.... right up until the moment when something landed on its new friend.

Dog scrambled to her feet, gazing over at the thing with mismatched eyes for a moment before skittering back in alarm and standing, feet planted and hackles raised, some distance away.


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Over by the edge, the figure in the skins and paint lifted its head from the puddle, coughing feebly and pushing itself onto the edge of the shallow dip with its elbows, making it far enough to avoid the imminent thread of drowning before dropping its head again, resting it on one arm and attempting, rather vaguely, to make some sense of all the non-sensical things that were taking place through half-lidded eyes.

It was all strange, but she was quite used to strange.

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Adira couldn't have agreed more with Rasteva's argument if she tried, however Kora would have none of it. She was obviously one of those stubborn leadership types who was totally unwilling to compromise. This annoyed Adira because they got killed rather quickly in her world, along with those who choose to follow them (which seemed like a senseless waste of lives in her opinion). Apparently that was different where Kora came from though, as others from her world seemed to side with her. Adira sighed softly. She genuinely didn't want them all to die, especially for the simple reason of hardheadedness, however it was becoming quite clear that logic would not sway these people - only consequence, and that would be up to Rend. She was running out of time to just stand around and talk to them.

"Very well," Adira said, "We'll split up. I'm travelling with Rasteva and Khojin-" Fell ran back up to Adira, having momentarily sated his curiosity on the strange yellow-eyed human and nudged her with his snout, "-and Fell. Anyone else who also wishes to leave the arena is invited to travel with us." Adira turned and now spoke directly to Rasteva and Khojin, "Already a few have left the arena. It may be in our best interest to catch up to them. Even disabled by Rend, the hybrid had wings that allowed him flight and I'm sure we could use an aerial advantage when we undertake whatever task Rend assigns us."

Upon Khojin's question and Rasteva's short summary about what they were capable of, Adira had to pause and think. What was she capable? "I am survivalist by nature and the best hunter in my village," she said, slowly, trying to recall what people had said about her back when she was home. "I can track and take down even the most flighty of prey, and my arrows never miss their targets. My sword can cut through the mountains that may stand in my way, though I can fight with a number of improvised weapons." Adira touched the knife pouch at her side, drawing one from it's sleeve. "I'm no wizard but I do know how to use some magic," she whispered a few words for the ancient language and the knife suddenly burst into flames, going out a few moments later as she replaced it into her pouch. "And though my knowledge of healing cannot revive the dead, it can save the dying." Adira gestured to her side, "Fell-"

Fell gave a roar (which would've made even Adira jump had she not been expecting it), opening his mouth to expose his many rows of knife-like teeth while clicking his wickedly curved talons against the ground. The spines alone his back bristled and his tail flicked back and forth as he growled dangerously. He generally behaved as a puppy might so occasionally it slipped people's minds that he was still the cousin of dragons. Suffice to say, there was no verbal explanation needed to define what an asset Fell could be. Adira couldn't help but smile slightly as she turned back to look at the others. "We have faced many foes, but there has yet to be an enemy that Fell and I could not defeat."

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While all this was going on a, a brown haired man entered the arena, strode to the center, looked up at the sky, cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. "HEY REND! MIND TELLING ME WHAT THE HELL YOU DID TO MY POWERS?! THEY AREN'T WORKING RIGHT AND I DON'T HAVE TO PATIENCE TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT!"

He then lowered his hands and head, brushed his hands off on the t-shirt he was wearing, and spun around 360 degrees, waving. "Hello everyone!" he called out. "Sorry about that. Rend decided my powers made stuff too easy so I don't have them anymore!" he announced, looked around once more, and trotted to the group arguing about location. "Missed the first part of the argument, so explain to me why making camp out in a desert -and yes, I checked- is better than in a place with walls and a roof defense? But loudly okay? You're all really unobservant, because a guy fell from the sky over there, and with the yelling going on, you'd think it would draw heads. Aaaaand there's kinda a girl drowning over there, I'm going to go help out, so yell your explanation." he then moved over to the girl in the mask, where another was already lifting her out of the water and onto a drier piece of land.

"Does she have water in her lungs?" he asked with concern. "Or do you want to lie her down?" He asked Dawn, his powers clearly not working right, or future sight would have already given him the answer, instead of him waiting for the answer like a normal person.

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An argument- a polite one, as one would expect from the vampire, but an argument nonetheless- was on Madison’s lips in response to Rasteva’s. He had been ready to point out the position of the sun in the sky, note that he only thought that the arena would make a better camp for the night instead of the outside- after all, as he had mentioned earlier, there was far more defense in the construct than going out in the open. Someone, he would have said, could have stood watch, and awoken the others if necessary. It could serve as a base until they had come up with a proper course of action, instead of merely charging out into the wilds completely unprepared.

However, he had no chance to say any of this, for as soon as the first syllable had sounded into the air, Madison had found himself abruptly carrying the weight of another out of nowhere. He stumbled, hands moving to secure his hat to his head before he collided with the ground. Hopefully, he thought, the dog wouldn’t end up injured in his fall- she was quite the sweet thing, after all, and it would be a shame if she getting hurt.

Luckily, from what he could see, she had managed to get away before he had fully hit the tile- while she was obviously startled by the suddenness of what had happened. Smiling at the creature, Madison moved to lift himself from the ground, finding it a much easier task when the weight rolled from his back. Curious as to see what had fallen onto him, he rose, brushing himself off as he looked down at the being.

It was another humanoid, by the looks of it. Not human, that was for sure- his scent gave him away as something...else, although Madison could not tell- but humanoid enough, especially when in comparison to some of their other company. The man had no wings, however, making it a bit of a puzzle as to how he had ended up so far in the air anyway. The researcher looked up, peering at the clouds above for a moment before lowering himself a little and extending a hand to help the fellow up.

“Well, that was quite the entrance you made!” He said chipperly, apparently not fazed at all by having someone fall onto him. “Are you alright, there? It seemed you landed a bit hard, there.” Seeing as he had not had the chance to answer his other companion before the little surprise, Madison briefly turned his head, flashing a smile at Verge yet again.

“At any rate, my name’s Madison. She may have known about what our host had intended, although she had left too soon for me to really tell-”

It was this moment that Madison had laid eyes upon the odd shadow that had begun to dance about Verge, causing another flare of goodnatured curiosity in his features. He didn’t get the chance to ask what it was (a shame this kept happening, really, he needed to sit some of these people down and properly interview them) before the sound of shouting rose into the air. Blinking, he looked over, took sight of the person- a human, most likely-, and regarded them for a few moments before turning back to the one on the ground. Didn’t want to leave him hanging, after all.

Nevertheless, it was still rude to ignore someone, so Madison once again raised his voice in order to properly reply. “Our company has a feeling that we’ll end up in more danger here than outside, because they believe that this world is made up of parts of ours.” An odd logic, really, given that there was no evidence of such an idea, but there was no point trying to figure out a puzzle that didn’t need to be solved so shortly. “They also think we should all split up for the time being- and, oh, I'm fine, Kora, thank you for asking."

A bit of a summary for both him, as well as any who had missed a majority of the argument. It wasn' t the most complete, really, but as long as they were there, they would have to learn how to work together on short notice.

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Khojin extended her arms to her sides and looked very deliberately at Rasteva. Taken together, her stance positively screamed 'what did i fucking say'. She dropped her arms, making some noise of irritation deep in her throat.

"Me an' Adira can scout the area, maybe try 'n' find Metal Man Shark Slayer. It'll be faster with jus' the two of us." She gave Rasteva another look, this one less irritated. "Sorry, big guy. You'd prob'ly be more hindrance than help. Do try to get this," she gestured vaguely at the whole group. "Sorted before we get back, please."

She stepped past the large armor and the girl with the lizard, flicking her lightly on the arm in a 'let's get going' kind of way. She made for the gate quickly, eager to be doing something that did not involve circular arguments. She gave a brief "yo" to the winged boy as she passed him, utterly disinterested in whatever drama he'd gotten himself into in the past ten minutes. She hopped over the remains of the unfortunate shark and was out the gate with nary a passing glance to see if Adira had followed along, only expecting she'd opted for the path of least boring conversation the way Khojin had.

Boy howdy it sure was a desert outside. The strange way the heat inside the arena had felt was instantly replaced with the standard beating heat she expected of this sort of arid environment. She also noticed the arena was not quite as flat as she'd expected; once outside the walls, she saw it sat on a narrow plateau, with the desert floor falling away hundreds of feet below. The plateau was connected to various others by a system of narrow stone platforms and wooden bridges, likely left by Rend to provide them with a route down to terra firma. Barren sand and scrub stretched out for what seemed to be malms around, but given the nature of this world Khojin doubted they would truly have to travel that far to reach the edge.

She supposed the view was nice, she had to give Rend credit for that.

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Azai's narrowed eyes scanned the rather numerous members of this arena at a bit of a loss. Most had ignored his appearance which suited him just fine in this situation. At this point, being ignored or missed was a good thing. That meant he could find his way out of this situation as quickly as possible without being attacked or something. Then he could sit in a corner and watch what was happening and try and piece together the events. Right now, absolutely nothing was making sense. There was a tin can speaking about powers and talking in the third person maybe? She was odd. There were a wide range of humans and non-human looking things around and some had wings to. He couldn't tell who was friend and who was foe in this situation. He couldn't be back at the manor that was for sure. Kenner would not approve of this and though the man had threatened to put him in the arena if he didn't shape up, this wasn't the arena he spoke of.

The spider began to calm and shift out of his defensive position. Without everyone distracted he could slip away. Unfortunately a couple did spot him and spoke to him. The one he fell on even extended a hand towards him. He instantly crouched and hissed, baring his fangs again in panicked defense. He glanced to the side when he heard a commotion and saw a couple of people saving a stranger from drowning but quickly put that out of mind. That didn't concern him. He turned his gaze back to creature that extended a hand towards him and sniffed the air. Huh. Strange. He smelled male. Why did he wear female attire? It did look good on him but he was sure a male's outfit or perhaps something more revealing would suit him just as well. Azai's own clothing was airy and exposed to show off the elegant markings on his body. Kenner had refused to allow him the gems that normally adorned his body to accent them, but whatever.

He glanced at the two that had spoken to him. One had asked about his name and baggage? Was he talking about that thing that had fallen on him? Why did he want his baggage? He didn't know what was in it, but still. He said he didn't want to harm him but he did call up that... thing. Whatever it was. It was shadowed but it didn't look very friendly. Its motions confused the shit out of him though. What did he want? Verge... that was an interesting name to. He wasn't sure how he wanted to respond.

"Who are you people?" he asked the strangers then. "What is happening? Desert outside?" He glanced around at everyone again and backed away a bit to keep people in his line of sight. He didn't trust any of these people. That voice had said they were from different worlds. That meant he wouldn't know anything about these creatures. But if there was a desert outside, he preferred being in here. there were darker corners that he could tuck himself away in. It was safer than the open. He didn't care if these people died. If they died, more food for him. He didn't exactly want to go back to his world either. This place meant he was free from slavery. He glanced down at the black ribbon on his arm marking him as a black-tier slave. He grinned. He didn't need that anymore. He quickly ripped it off and let it fall to the floor.

Perhaps he wouldn't be attacked. No one here seemed to be attacking each other. He straightened himself slowly. He could easily spring and run away if he needed to. "Madison was it? Interesting...And Verge..." he mused. "You may call me Azai. Why are you wearing female clothing, Madison?" He glanced at Verge again. "And what is that shadow thing? Is that part of you?"

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Even with Stride’s face still completely hidden, it didn’t exactly take rocket science to tell she wasn’t pleased at Khojin’s choice in team-building. Another snort had broken free from the hybrid- this one more of indignation than anything- and, uncrossing her arms, took a step forward before voicing her opinion on the matter.

“Look, Kho-gin, you’re kinda fucked up, but you’re still pretty cool. But she,” a jerk of a thumb in the direction of Adira, “actin’ like she’s, uh, havin’ her ‘time ‘a the month’, and Alphonse over there reminds me too much of a patronizing dick I work with. Gotta pass on that, sorry.” As the dragon rider of the two went on to speak of her various list of abilities, Stride couldn’t help but wish in the back of her head that the girl was a guy; if she had been, Stride could have whipped out several “overcompensation” jokes by now.

Nevertheless, she didn’t get to lament the wasted opportunities for long, as another, more interesting event, had suddenly sprouted up- some random asshole suddenly falling from the sky, and crashing right into Madison. At once, her hand planted itself upon the butt of her gun, but upon seeing her coworker get up not much worse for wear- even going so far as to try and help the guy up- she relaxed, only to be taken aback yet again by another person walking into the arena and starting to yell his head off.

“Jesus H. Christ,” she muttered, although the fighter was very much pleased at the man’s affirmation that not much was really out there. Depending on how far the apparent desert went, it would only make sense for them to stick around a while longer to figure things out. His comment on someone drowning, however, brought more surprise from Stride, and she began to look around in search of this someone- only to spot some girl getting dragged out of a puddle by the same guy, as well as another, smaller girl.

Looks like the problem had been taken care of, then.

At Rasteva’s impromptu concert session, Stride bit back yet another curse and turned to look over at the being, squinting as it began to rant about how it wanted them all to pay attention. At first, she was tempted to go back to talking to Kora or someone else (after all, it seemed that all Rasteva wanted was to say that they were now totally cool with changing their mind), but at the mention of “sparring”, she visibly perked up. Of course, while it was hard to say what the others had in store combat-wise, Stride had a personality fit for her occupation, and her blood quickly began to pound at the chance of getting a good brawl.

“Hell yeah, I wanna see some action ‘round here! We goin’ hand-to-hand, or what?” Grinning broadly, the half-breed cracked her knuckles and glanced around to look for any volunteers. True, she was no pro wrestler, but she had some amount of pride after facing off against some of the more brawnier members of the supernatural world.

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Adira choose to ignore the insults thrown behind her back. It was discouraging and even rather infuriating. Was she not trying to get them all home? Was she not trying to reach a peaceful solution? Had she not just offered her skill set up in service? Adira's fists clenched as she walked after Khojin. It was aggravating. Their world was so different from hers that they must've thought themselves better than her. Bah. They knew nothing about her or her world, and they had no place to judge her. If they wanted to sit in a pit and wait to die so perhaps their spirits would return home, then that was their choice. Adira was going to complete Rend's tasks and get back home safely. There was a gruesome war quickly approaching in her world and she was destined to be on the front lines, to die, in order to secure victory for the rebellion against that bastard King Nazar. She'd seen it and, while those others could sit on their asses if they so desired, she would not be caught sitting around in the sand as if she had no purpose other than to exist.

This angry thoughts filled Adira's head and her eyes were narrowed dangerously at her feet as she walked. Seeing that she was angry, Fell crooned softly and nudged her hand. It remained in a fist but when he nudged it a second time it released, accompanied by a soft sigh from Adira as she reached back and patted his head comfortingly. Now wasn't the time to be angry, he seemed to tell her with his soft croons, focus on the task at hand.

As they stepped out of the arena Adira could see the scout hadn't been lying: it truly was a desert outside. They were standing on the ledge of the arena and she could see there were a series of rope bridges connecting each platform with jagged, rocky terrain below (Adira estimated about three hundred feet). The strange way the heat inside the arena had felt was instantly replaced with the standard beating heat she expected of this sort of arid environment. Because they were standing higher than they might've been were they on the ground, this scenery change was not as distance as it may have seemed. On the horizon Adira could see there was flat, barren land dotted by desert plants and just beyond that there appeared to be a wall of what she could only hope were trees. The sun was indeed moving across the sky slowly, beating down upon everything below and she was rather thankful not to have been wearing her winter furs.

Outside the arena was the man in metal armor, who'd taken it off and appeared to be trying to fix it or something. Adira would hazard to guess he was trying to undo whatever damage Rend had done and mentally wished him luck. She could not see any physical features as he was covered in black cloth like a ninja (it occurred to her that it must be hot under that head-to-toe body armor and mentally saluted him for his dedication to the disguise). Before she would examine further, he put his armor back on. "Oh, lookie here. We got a tourist down in the underworld." he said with cutting sarcasm, "Everyone but the demon looker too panzy to join with those who actually want to leave?"

Adira stepped forward into his line of sight, Fell close behind her and sniffing the air warily, though instead of answering she merely took in the landscape. Shielding her eyes from the sun she scanned the horizon. "There's movement," she said quietly, looking past Khojin, "It looks like... hares, are roaming around. They look to be the size of dogs, but I can't be sure from up here. They're ducking around and nibbling on the shrubs."

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The man seemed quite obviously wary of Madison, even with the gesture being made towards him in all good intentions. His behavior was reminiscent of a cornered animal, tensing and baring now-visible fangs as if he expected the other to try and strike. Blinking in surprise, Madison drew his hand back again, not wanting to startle the poor soul any further. He had had enough experience in his days to know better than cause more stress in such a situation, so it was with a open smile that he backed away a few steps, providing the stranger with enough room to breathe.

As a flow of questions broke loose from the man, Madison merely waited, patiently listening until there was a large enough lapse for him to answer. “Like Verge said, we’re not here to hurt you or anything of that sort,” he replied. “We’ve all been...taken, you could say, by Rend- the voice you probably heard before you fell. Like you. Apparently, everyone here has to work together to escape.” He paused, going over what questions had been asked within his head, before going on once again. “And, yes, there’s a desert outside- I don’t think we know for sure how far it goes, but some of us are planning to camp for a while here before taking everything on.”

Upon the other’s introduction and following inquiries, the researcher brightened, and moved to rise after his company did so- taking care not to move too fast in the process. “My name is Madison, yes,” he beamed, apparently delighted that his words had been taken into account. “It’s nice to meet you, too Azai- and as for why I’m wearing woman’s clothing…”

Taking a hold of his skirts with both hands, Madison gave a bit of a twirl, the fabrics moving cleanly along with his action. “They’re very comfortable,” he chirped, once he had fully completed his little show. “I’d be glad to let you try one of my outfits if you’re curious. Since I’m currently away from home, I can’t really get out some of my better ones, but I’m sure that they’ll be something that can fit you in there, somewhere.” Even when in the face of danger, and held under the thumb of some omnipotent being, Madison was still focused on wardrobe choice by the sound of it.

Rasteva’s suggestion caused him to turn once again, eyes bright. His second love, just behind fashion; the pursuit of knowledge. What gave meaning to his immortality, drove him to avoid stagnation instead of embracing it like others of his kind. “Personally, I would love to hear any reality theories, if it’s possible. I’ve come up with a few of my own, but I’m very curious as to any other opinions on the matter.” A part of Madison wondered if he should ask to participate in the little spar-session, as well; while he did not count himself among the fighters of SCION, he, admittedly, enjoyed a bit of attention once in awhile. However, the thought was quickly dismissed- after all, showing his hand now would only give away what surprises would liven up the experience later.

So, he chose to abstain. He divided his focus between both current company and Rasteva, eager to gain information from both- because, really, it would be a shame to miss any opportunity to learn in a situation of this sort.

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