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a character in “The Rend”, originally authored by FranklyLorelle, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Full Name: SKIP III, Marque 3 of the Serine Kryptonine Isoleucine Phenylalanine project

Nicknames/Aliases: Skip, Three, Glowstick, Fallout

Origin: Origin: Gifted Dystopian Universe roleplay/the-age-of-gifted

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Gift: Production of beta and gamma radiation, superior speed, inability to feel pain. If killed, he will detonate like a nuke - just like marques I and II.

Loyalty: Erubesco

About: Cheerful, childish, glow-in-the-dark, and easily identified by his black, upswept hair, tall, skinny frame, yellow all-stars, matching scarf, and tennis-ball yellow-green eyes, Skip lived in a lab from early childhood to undergo genetic experimentation in an attempt to create a battlefield weapon. While behaviorally erratic and not at all the cruel machine the Gifted Faction Erubesco hoped for, Skip III was considered a partial success due to his inability to feel pain, his agility, and his eagerness to please. Skip is known to christen everyone he meets with a mythology-inspired, or otherwise generally unflattering nickname.

Brief History: Despite the fact that years of poking, prodding, and training failed to beat the incessant friendliness out of him, Skip was a valuable Project in the fight against Liberty. He found friends in Kora Norrevinter (aka Valkyrie), Caddie (aka Creepsy), Lindsey Stirling (aka Halfcrop), and others. Things started to go wrong when he was sent after the Wanderer targets. That friendliness was probably what got him into trouble. After his loyalty was called into question, Skip was sent on a suicide mission to destroy the Wanderers. However, Lulu Botrelle (aka Eris), who assisted in Skip’s creation, didn’t kill him, and the Wanderers temporarily took him in, despite qualms of some of the members - namely Drake, whom Skip had cheerfully and grotesquely killed with radiation poisoning.

So begins...

Skip III's Story

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...Where’s Ocean?

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

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



EVERYTHING IS GOING HORRIBLY WRONG.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Sarah Ender Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Oliver Valentine Character Portrait: John gray Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Skip III Character Portrait: Magi Maigica Character Portrait: Ashial Grim Character Portrait: Ocean Stormgull Character Portrait: Anthony F.
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Adira Hasidare

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

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

This thought was addressed a moment later when Rend said:

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

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

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

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

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

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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: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: John gray Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Skip III
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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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"There is literally no point in talking to you. You're either lying through your teeth or you're enough of a naive little lemming to believe the bullshit you're spouting. Or a bit of both. Either way I got nothing else to say." Kora responded dismissively to Drake.

She might have been tempted to spell this out further, but Makorai's urgings to move on drove her to drop it. He was right, the little punk wasn't worth it. Plus it wasn't just herself she had to concern herself with at this point. She'd seen more Knights die lately than she wanted to ever again, so if nothing else she felt some responsibility to avoid that, even if she didn't have much interest in getting back to the front asap.

She started walking once again, and on request she flared up her hands, instantly evaporating the water up to her elbows in a burst of steam.
"You make me feel so useful, Saika. Soldier to storage heater." she muttered.
The knight was considering whether the kit stuff needed drying out more urgently, and, powering down one hand for a moment, had taken one of the packs from her companion to look through the contents. That was when she heard a familiar voice.
"Skip? Skip!" a pretty unconflicted smile broke across the woman's face at the sight of the little talking glowstick. She doubted anyone had ever been quite so pleased to see something that emitted harmful radiation.
"No-one's dead Skip. Some powerful thing's messing with us. It's like Balthazar stuff all over again." Considering that point and his history, she corrected herself.
"Well, so far, marginally less frightening, but y'know. We should get a move on."

She snapped off the other hand so Skip could approach without the immediate danger of his core blowing them all to kingdom come, and started collecting her things. It was at that point that the girl whom she'd nicknamed 'Pipsqueak' started speaking up.
And Kora, despite her better judgement considering these people, felt compelled to speak up as she slung the bag over one shoulder.


"For a place that's had storms, lava, spiders and sharks in quick succession, you're sure applying a lot of conventional logic.

If this place is controlled by some weird omnipotent thing, then the day ends when it wants it to. Who's to say it lasts twenty-four hours?
Same with the game. How we gonna know what's edible and what's poisonous?
"

She reached into the bag, pulling out a few packs to illustrate.
"There's food in these, and I'd assume this thing isn't going to try and kill us of with our own rations. Wouldn't really be worth all the effort of setting this up. Far as I'm concerned this isn't so much about conventional knowledge as understanding what the rules are."

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Drake’s eyes narrowed at Kora’s last comment, having hit a certain nerve. He was half tempted to go off on her. Like she had reason to talk about who the fabricated illusionist was here. However, this option was quickly cancelled out as a certain radiated one came up behind him and embraced him in what may have seemed like a harmless hug to those around him.

Speak of the devil.

The boy stiffened immediately. He recognized that aura anywhere, the only energy belonging to a guy who had mercilessly turned his insides to mush over and over again. And now this man was… hugging him. Like it had never happened.

Heart racing, the boy quickly swept down and under the other’s embrace, slipping out and staggering away from him.

“Ha. You know, I gotta, go, uh… Over there, so, uh... How about you two catch up. Yeah?” he replied, quickly taking flight and flying away from them. He made a mental note to avoid Skip as much as he possibly could.

Now was a good time to investigate the Dawn figure he had seen earlier.

Landing a few feet away from her, silent as always, the boy slowly approached. Hesitant, he reached out a hand to touch her shoulder, only to stop and return his hand. Drake didn’t want to startle her, after all. “...Dawn?” He sounded uncertain, but also hopeful. If it was really her, maybe he wouldn’t feel so alone here after all.

Or so targeted.

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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: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: John gray Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Skip III
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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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Skip twisted about as Drake wriggled free, surprised.
He'd expected a punch in the face. Like last time.

"What's wrong with you, Smaug?" Skip chirped sweetly, stuffing his hands in his pockets but making no effort to follow. "You're usually so nasty and hostile to me. I never know what to expect from you, buddy. How're we ever gonna be friends if we don't get it all out in the open?"

He said this with almost perfect seriousness. His big tennisball-yellow-green eyes looked almost perfectly sincere. It was unclear whether Skip genuinely wanted to be friends with the boy, or simply wanted to mess with him.

"Dunno what his problem is," he added, noticing the way Fell's nose touched the leg of his black pants and taking this as an opportunity to pet the "dragon"'s head with both hands like the creature was an enormous canine. "I mean, I killed him once, but he was being rude, and he came back, and I said I was sorry."

Skip's expression tightened a little at Kora's mention of Balthazar, but he nodded, recovering his smile pretty quickly.
So far, a lot less frightening. He wasn't alone. He could hang close to Kora. Or as close as safety mandated.

"Shame I missed the sharks."

There were plenty of people here to help and bother.

And speaking of helping, his so-far childish excitement calmed as he looked around at the mess of humanoids and otherwise, and heard something about rules. He was good at rules. Good at puzzles and games. This was just like anything at the labs. A bit weirder maybe. He wasn't stupid, despite evidence to the contrary, and he could follow orders very well when necessary. "Someone could taste test the food if everyone's worried. I don't think we're all supposed to die, but it could be part of the puzzle. Is this a puzzle? It sorta seems like a puzzle. I'd volunteer but, um. I don't think I should be the test. And that's not just for selfish reasons. Aheh." He cleared his throat. "Are we going somewhere? What can I do?"

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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: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Oliver Valentine Character Portrait: John gray Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall Character Portrait: Skip III
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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: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Oliver Valentine Character Portrait: John gray Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Skip III
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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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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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"Yeah but you're a good looking heater. Like the kind of heater you don't have to hide behind furniture because it looks out of place in a living room." He would have continued for a mite longer, as the sudden, and decidedly unfortunate appearance of the living bomb SKIP flashed on his radar. Great. Anyone else could have come. Anyone at all, he'd have been happy with the eternal bitch herself over Skip.

Skip wasn't a bad guy. Makorai had always found him friendly, if a bit too eager if anything, but pleasant. The issue was his excitement brought bouts of radiation at times. Makorai was a man who valued the equipment he had been born with, and he planned to have children some day. War didn't help his chances, and neither did Skip. Right now he was away from one, plucked mid shot by this Rend character. He'd avoid the second for as long as he could.

Which meant moving away from Kora and treating Skip like a girl he was trying to avoid in the canteen. That meant no eye contact, and no attention. It was something that he'd grown good at with practice, but, speaking of girls...what did the local fauna look like? There were a few new species around, endangered by the looks of things, the male to female ratio was simply atrocious.

"Hmm." By now Makorai had detached himself from Kora, and was casting an interested eye around the Arena.

The storm's waters had created a landscape that made his reconnaissance quite rewarding.

He had begun on Madison, who had drawn his attention before this mission he was soloing. She was pretty, but not what he typically looked for. Who else.. 'What about this other girl..' He thought, turning his attention to Adira.

'She seems to have a whole lot to say about the sky and camps....but it's bright out, what the hell is she talking ab-"

He stopped, his eyelids lifted on all sides for a moment as his mind was weighed by the gravity of the treasure chest he was beholding. Gravity was the right word, pulling on her chest, indicating to him the remarkable weight of what was being obscured from his view by two flimsy pieces of material. A masterpiece, easily a D with two sister D's.

"Oh my."

Her lips were moving, she was probably saying words, but words weren't what had captured his attention. How would they move as she walked? He wondered. Surely with a top like hers they would be given the freedom they truly deserved. Free them. Was his motto. His lifestyle. His Dogma. Let them be free. Free at last, thank the almighty free at last.

"Yes."

Makorai's voice was conviction, not a hint of doubt touched his words.

"Yes. I agree."

He had no idea what he was agreeing to, the conversation had flown by him like so many insults in a foreign tongue. Still. Yes.

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He didn’t know.

Even without looking within his mind, his obliviousness towards...well, what had happened was obvious enough. Drake was just as animated as before, as alive as before, just as Dawn had remembered. He brought up the presence of the Erubesco troops, but it was the thing that he had added after that truly caught her attention- the idea of an alternate world. Of them having been taken as the voice had said, and thrown into a place where the beings they had seen were completely natural. It didn’t take long for the girl to put the pieces together, to work out the implications of what had been told to her, and what she had seen with her own eyes.

If they really were in an alternate world, then…

Dawn had already seen proof that others had come from her world already. The woman, Kora, and another from the attack, the radioactive man whose name had slipped her mind, and now Drake. Given the fact that they were currently surrounded by walking suits of armor and actual dragons, this...being having the ability to take some from alternate timelines- even alternate dimensions, perhaps- didn’t seem too far-fetched.

Or perhaps the fever dream theory was still plausible.

Either way, there would be no point in making any dry comments of actually seeing ghosts, or even bringing up the subject of what had happened in her own time. Dawn only turned to look at her company once more, put up a smile that was- hopefully- more genuine in appearance than the first, and did her best to steady her emotions for the time being. Brooding over all of...this would only bring more problems than they already had, after all.

“I’m fine,” she lied, a soft, breathy laugh escaping her. “I’m just...a bit surprised at all this, really. Nothing too bad, really- we just need to focus on what ‘Rend’ wants from us, right?” Before Drake had a chance to answer, however, Dawn’s attention was once again drawn away. Not by the brewing tensions, or even the fact that the person who had fallen was now eying a...dog? as if it were a piece of meat.

No; while the eerie nature of how the man was observing the canine was something to be concerned about, Dawn was more focused on the girl currently drowning in a puddle. Eyes widened, she quickly muttered a “hold on” before practically sprinting over to the person. With as much gentleness as she could muster for the situation, she dragged the girl out of the water and onto a relatively dry section of tile, and began to check to see if her airways were blocked. While Dawn didn’t have the same medical experience that others could boast, she at least knew well enough to perform the basics- namely, how to keep someone from choking to death if necessary.

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Skip III took Drake's failure to respond to his verbal jabs with pursed lips but unusual patience. There was so much going on to occupy his attention that he figured his unwilling foil could wait.

He listened to the exchanges, the tantrums, catching himself up on the situation, valiantly resisting the urge to run and pet Dog or Fell. Or Eze. Or anyone else with scales, feathers, fur, or tails. His patience held, for now.

Rasteva was saying something about showcasing skills.

First order of procedure when he was to be spending extended amounts of time with a new team... Skip checked his pocket. Still there. Probably not enough for everyone, but, he fished out the small plastic container and popped it open as he spoke.

"All right, I can spar," he volunteered, smiling at Stride broadly. He held up one of the small pills from the container and danced over to the masked woman to give her the gift. "I'll try not to produce any gamma rads, because ya know, nonlethal, but uh-- You should probably still have one of these. Actually--" He looked around, pouring the lot into his hand and beaming like nothing was at all alarming, "You should probably all have one." He passed one to Madison and the rest of the huddle by the puddle, smilingly giving Cain an extra for when their drowning victim recovered. To the man who had fallen from the sky, "Hi, I'm Skip the Third, you missed it. Welcome to not-the -afterlife. This'll keep you from getting thyroid cancer." One for Dawn. One for Amos. Not one for Drake. Drake came back to life. One for Makorai, with an apologetic edge to his smile because Skip knew Makorai was among the majority of Erubescans who avoided him like the apocalyptic plague he was. "Um no guarantees about other kinds of cancer. Except there's uh--not enough, but..." He counted the remaining iodide blockers. Three remaining. Everyone in the arena except Drake, Eze and Rasteva had now been handed a pill, and then there were the three scouts when they returned...

Skip looked at Rasteva. "Do you need one, Legion?" he asked, unsure about the suit of armor's mortality status.

He handed one of the remaining three to Ezenvare.
...And now he was so close. Whether or not it was offensive did not even cross his mind. He couldn't resist giving the reptilian man's scaley neck a pet.

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The toppling of this mighty polearm was met with the same indifference he cast when shooting it free of it's prison of ice. Well, until he remembered that the ground beneath them was slick with rain, which would cause the mud beneath to rise from the ground and covered whomever was unfortunate enough to be standing next to it.

Amos's agility was perhaps prematurely highlighted when his backward maneuver took him backward some ten feet in a single motion. Rasteva's thanks were given a slow nod in reply. The gesture was understood by the multitude that inhabited the armour. He was placing his stake with the bolder in their number. Fortune favoured the brave and stupid, or it didn't. It didn't make a lick of difference to Amos. He didn't come here to walk like a dog with its tail tucked between it's legs. Not to say he wasn't cautious. He simply wanted to teste his mettle in a foreign world.

The conversations continued for a while longer, and new arrivals continued to phase into this stream of reality. One particularly slow one had been struggling in the slop. He imagined someone would help them. He didn't plan on making the effort to do so. Too many bodies on one task made it's completion difficult.

When the armoured one asked about powers, he stayed quiet, not out of fear per say, but the particulars were often hard to explain. "I can be useful." Was what he settled on, quiet enough to warrant the smallest of acknowledgement.

The prospect of sparring however, raised an interested eyebrow. Sparring would be interesting. He could cloak his bullets in concussive energy to make them non lethal. Perhaps.

Or perhaps later. Two of the people he had decided to travel with had already, joining one of the first.

"Sparring ain't a bad idea, but perhaps we should head out as soon as we finish and stake our claim 'fore we splinter off much more."

Amos turned to the eminent and took the pill he passed him with a nod.

"Ayup, thanks."

Amos the organic half-cyborg turned his red eye to this boy, in particular his insides, which practically /danced/ with the life rending energy that made Geiger-counters tic tic ticikty whenever it was around.

"Lookin' forward to a bit of sparrin'." Amos reached forward and gave the young man's shoulder a small squeeze and shake, both friendly. He didn't seem like the type who minded. If that sniper kids reaction was anything to go off of, folks were probably scared to touch him.

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"Whi-" When Adira's body moved from the spot he had been ogling her in it was as if...a spell or enchantment had been broken. With a mirage like shimmer he watched the breasts he had once lauded as a pair of the ages regress to a more proportionate size. The flimsy top that had cradled the twin beauties was replaced with cloths of a more practical nature. 'What the hell just happened' 'I must be thirsty.' He thought. Makorai's thirst was one that couldn't be quenched by water alone. Nay, it was a thirst that required a drink from a different pond.

Despite the decrease in her chest, Makorai still appreciated them for their subtle nature. Their firmness spoke of inner strength, their horizons hefted by Atlas the corset..

Makorai blinked once, and rubbed his eyes with his free hand, which moved down from his face pulling the skin down with it for a brief second. Kora had summoned him back from the pits of desire, right as the other girl had left the arena.

"Oh yeah. Front..front and center." He turned to his friend with a slightly pained expression on his face, trying to gather enough mental semblance to make a patented Makorai response.

"I'm at my breast don't worry." The sniper blinked. 'Okay Makorai'

He opened his mouth to speak again, but in a similar fashion to before, he found the words stuck in his throat. The Kora of the front line was gone, as was the battle fatigues she was wearing. In it's place was the skin of slain enemies, so casually draped around her rippling form that her curves dipped where the skin was exposed..

"SHIT!" Makorai's body jolted suddenly when Skip approached him, his voice more jarring then Kora's had been when it came to exorcising the thoughts from his head.

"Yeah, sorry man. cool thanks Skip." It wasn't the most winning smile he flashed to Skip, but it was an effort. Cancer and all. He wasn't sciency enough to understand anything about radiation, and safe levels around him were suspect at all times for him.

They were talking about sparring of some kind. Yeah. No. Sparring was out of the question for him. Trick shooting on the other hand..

"I can show off my shooting skills if you guys pick targets, or throw things in the air, whichever is best."

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Skip III
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"Whi-" When Adira's body moved from the spot he had been ogling her in it was as if...a spell or enchantment had been broken. With a mirage like shimmer he watched the breasts he had once lauded as a pair of the ages regress to a more proportionate size. The flimsy top that had cradled the twin beauties was replaced with cloths of a more practical nature. 'What the hell just happened' 'I must be thirsty.' He thought. Makorai's thirst was one that couldn't be quenched by water alone. Nay, it was a thirst that required a drink from a different pond.

Despite the decrease in her chest, Makorai still appreciated them for their subtle nature. Their firmness spoke of inner strength, their horizons hefted by Atlas the corset..

Makorai blinked once, and rubbed his eyes with his free hand, which moved down from his face pulling the skin down with it for a brief second. Kora had summoned him back from the pits of desire, right as the other girl had left the arena.

"Oh yeah. Front..front and center." He turned to his friend with a slightly pained expression on his face, trying to gather enough mental semblance to make a patented Makorai response.

"I'm at my breast don't worry." The sniper blinked. 'Okay Makorai'

He opened his mouth to speak again, but in a similar fashion to before, he found the words stuck in his throat. The Kora of the front line was gone, as was the battle fatigues she was wearing. In it's place was the skin of slain enemies, so casually draped around her rippling form that her curves dipped where the skin was exposed..

"SHIT!" Makorai's body jolted suddenly when Skip approached him, his voice more jarring then Kora's had been when it came to exorcising the thoughts from his head.

"Yeah, sorry man. cool thanks Skip." It wasn't the most winning smile he flashed to Skip, but it was an effort. Cancer and all. He wasn't sciency enough to understand anything about radiation, and safe levels around him were suspect at all times for him.

They were talking about sparring of some kind. Yeah. No. Sparring was out of the question for him. Trick shooting on the other hand..

"I can show off my shooting skills if you guys pick targets, or throw things in the air, whichever is best."

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Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Helena Character Portrait: Cain Merrano Character Portrait: Skip III
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Kora, assuming her help was not immediately required, watched the bossy girl and her dragon leave with the one with the face-gap. Ostensibly for scouting, but she did not entirely trust them to return.

There were other options, but that would involve having to negotiate with the filthy terrorist about flying up and getting an aerial view and she was not sure she was really a good person to do so... even if they could trust what he'd got to relay.

She idly listened in some capacity to what Rasteva had to say. She was not exactly feeling terribly amicable considering that thing had just tried to kill her not a few minutes previous, but its suggestion seemed solid enough. Better people knew how much they'd been nerfed now than end up getting screwed later on.

Though she didn't think she really wanted to try her own to their limits.
Kora didn't really feel dramatically different. Indeed on the yard stick of magic and immortality, her abilities were pretty much one trick ponies. But they were ponies that did the one trick pretty effectively, and it was a trick that once started, wasn't really something you could stop. Powering up berserkergang wasn't like a switch on and off. Once you invoked it things tended to get pretty intense.

Ripping an enemy combatant in half at the waist with your bare hands was very useful in a battle situation, but was frowned upon in a friendly scenario.
"I'd be happy to do it, y'know, assuming this homicidal tin man doesn't try and chop me in half again, but no powers here. Don't want things to go sour."


Just then, she received one of the iodide pills, and rested it in her palm for a moment, watching the young man rushing to hand them out..and he appeared to be coming up a bit short. Her expression grew a little more sober for a moment.

"Hey, uh, Skips, you might as well save mine for somebody else." she stated, rather awkwardly holding it back out to the radioactive gifted.
"Cuz uh....y'know..."

Mostly because thyroid cancer had a five year survival rate of about 90% and Kora had a five year survival rate of about 0%.


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The oddly dressed figure, now pulled out of the puddle, pushed herself onto her front, curling her knees underneath her and coughing up some water fro her lungs onto the stone floor.

From there, she went quiet for a moment, resting her forehead against the floor, eyes shut. Silent. Water seeping out of the ragged layers of clothing.

Then, the young woman spoke, quite clearly...if rather cryptically.

"There are wolves in the sand. Blood sinks and bones rise. A step you take can't be taken back. Even if you cover your tracks the sand will always know that you walked there."

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Eze had been staring at Armory only for a few moments when Skip had bounced on over and handed him some sort of small hard bread with a strange color. Honestly, the half-dragon was confused as to what purpose this strange piece of bread served. Is it a potion?

Then the strange man that handed it to him petted Eze on the neck. The half-dragon was caught completely off guard, and in response tightened away from the hand while letting loose an awkward sound. The fin on the back of Eze's neck shot up, exposing the entire membrane that it held up. Meanwhile, the rest of Eze was busy trying to avoid falling over from the sudden movement. His feet had slid further apart and his staff was now more firmly planted into the ground. His tail and body swung from right to left several times, the tail mirroring the rest of his body, before he finally regained balance. Eze took a breath after the little ordeal, shaking from the weakening and adrenaline now within his system.

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"Okay, sorry, my mistake," Skip said with an agreeable nod as Rasteva introduced themselves.

But he was lying.

Rasteva was Legion now. Once christened by Skip, the nickname was almost never to be revoked, a name stuck to the victim of Skip's friendship like chewing gum to a school girl's hair.

Plus. With the plural pronouns and third person address, it was too damnably fitting to pass up.

"And, um, it's not just fighting me. It's anyone who has to get in radius, if I have to cook anything. Or anyone. Or I could just...stand really far away. Which is what I'll probably haveta do once those wear off." His expression fell for a moment, but the thought of being alone couldn't hold up to the exciting novelty of the day and he was soon grinning again. "Anyway. I'll save these two for the scouts, I guess."

The young man pocketed the two remaining pills-- meanwhile positively beaming both at Eze's trick with the fin, and the staggering, to which Skip said, "Bit too much to drink, Scales?" and still entirely in the way one would talk to an animal, as most Projects Skip had seen with such inhuman characteristics tended to take on animal intelligence -- and beaming even brighter at Amos' rare moment of friendly physicality. People didn't usually seek out contact with Skip III unless they were wearing hazmat suits. Or were healers. Or were damage-tanking viking women with already short lifespans.

Speaking of...
three pills left again, as Kora handed him hers back. He gave a brief look at the thing and a nod and a short eye contact with an uncharacteristic amount of feeling.

"Anyway. I'll fight anyone who needs to fight somebody. I'll fight you, Legion. Or the Sundance Kid. Or any of you. Or both of you at once. Just don't accidentally kill me. Can I ride Scales?"

He adjusted his lemon yellow scarf and scampered to a free patch of ground, assuming a footready stance. Other than not dying, his qualms in a fight were pretty low. He couldn't feel pain and he was inhumanly quick, if not very strong. And he wasn't especially empathetic if he did end up causing some damage, so all the better.