Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
"I'm good," Amon replied, giving his head one last shake before forming his metal hand into a fist, the plate on the top of the arm splitting open as a hidden gun popped out, all ready to go. "Besides, I'm always armed."
Moving forward towards the fork in the hallway, he caught a glimpse of the doll to the right suddenly rush up to a maid down the hall. Said maid, already off guard from having been disarmed, barely had a chance to react before a swift strike sent her into unconsciousness.
"...Is that...Oi, Lasair!" Amon called out upon seeing the unmistakable red hair being reflected by the moonlight through the windows. "Wrong way!" he said as he called the doll back over, heading down hallway to the left (opposite direction as Lasair).
"I just hope we're not too late..." he muttered as he carefully made his way down the hall towards the study. As to what they were late for...was it concern for Sienna? For Edel? Or for missing any action?
Maybe a combination of the three?
Upon stepping into the study, the dolls did a quick search of the room before they turned their attention to the hidden passageway and the noises of conflict emitting from its depths.
"Be prepared for anything," Amon said quietly as he readied his gun arm. After sending a few dolls in front, he silently descended the steps with the rest of the dolls (and Sayvhan) in tow, unsure of what to expect when they reached the bottom.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Feb 24, 2017 0:55:17 GMT
And so the outside group caught up to them - or at least Amon's dolls did, as Edelweiss saw their glowing eyes from a distance even an instant before the rest of them became visible in the room's penumbra - right after the shooting reached its final pause. Most of the guards were down now, except for Mr. Legshooter, who apparently had decided to change his alias to Mr. Backstabber and was barely giving her time enough to glance around and breath between the clash of blades.
"Alright dolls," The redhead thought, eyeing the literal dolls. "if you're coming to help, please do that now. Much appreciated."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Jackson R. Willbert on Feb 26, 2017 17:49:39 GMT
Slice slice slicey slice! Oh how fun this was! His boss is dead, his helpers groaning in pain on the floor, but he didn't care. For the first time in years, he finally had a target that could go toe-to-toe with him, exchanging parties and blows, for every nick the beast have him, he gave one back! Such fun!
To make things even better, he was slowly, ever so slowly gaining the upper hand, as the beast was not only injured, locking them out of a number of moves that they could've taken, but also preoccupied with protecting that dark skined toy his boss loved to play with.
Alas, all good things must come to an end.
He caught a brief glimpse at figures approaching them from the corner of his eye; all he had to do was time this correctly...
Sienna let go of Edel, but only because she was fighting. She didn't wish to get in the way or be a burden. She couldn't keep up with this fight. Even before all this she'd have had some difficulty. But now, now she was a princess. It was her job to stay out of trouble as best she could so while Edel fought off the man Clarence had dealt with before she scooted away, pressing herself into the wall and waited. In the distance something approached and the sight of dolls was welcome indeed. It was the most hopeful she'd allowed herself to feel in so long she felt like her heart might burst from the sweet sensation. She didn't move though, continuing to keep her place and smiled in a way that seemed almost unnerving in the midst of all she'd faced.
Expecting a sly remark, Sayvahn was already preparing for a smile. Though, the gun from the arm was a surprise, that was for sure. “You don’t sleep with that, hopefully.” Sayvahn muttered, raising a brow. Sayvahn had heard of men bringing their guns to bed, but that, that was something new. “Though, I suppose some people find that arousing.” He doubted that Edelweiss was one of them. Still, rubbing his shoulder, Sayvahn followed the Tin Man only to glimpse briefly the doll disabling the maid. And then, a familiar red—a familiar flame—Lasair. And a woman. That was amusing. Grunting lightly, Sayvahn couldn’t help but smile at the thought of “Lasair” going the wrong way (and of course with a lady on his arm.) “Maybe they aren’t going the wrong way. Maybe they want to be alone. Though, they could have picked a better time.” Sayvahn muttered, but he knew otherwise. After all, Sayvahn was the frisky one. He doubted the possibility or implication would have even crossed Lasair’s mind. He was too much of a gentleman for that. Sayvahn on the other hand— not so much. Following Amon into the study, Sayvahn made a faint note of the pictures. He had a tendency to do that— notice things. It was one of the many things that got him in trouble. Or covered his bum. “Even a party?” Sayvahn inquired toward the “be prepared for anything” question, but the older feline nodded, letting his magic seep from his fingers while he grabbed one of the smoke pellets from his bag. “After you, darling.” Sayvahn muttered, following the taller man down the way, where clashes rang ever so faintly.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Amon rolled his eyes at Sayvahn's comments, carefully making his way down the stairs, the sounds of conflict getting louder with each step, unsure of what he'd find.
What he didn't expect to see (courtesy of his left eye) was an injured Edel barely holding her own against an assailant protecting a smiling Sienna.
"Tch," Amon clicked his tongue, snapping his fingers as he sent the dolls to rush at Edel's assailant, hoping that his interference wouldn't inadvertently mess things up for Edel.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Jackson R. Willbert on Mar 7, 2017 6:37:02 GMT
Ah well.
Fun was over.
Jackson made one last flurry of attacks, swiping at the beast's face and aiming a kick at the its legs, and flashing a crazed smile at the dog it was protecting before turning to face the strange figures racing towards him. Odd things; their eyes glowed like beasts, but mechanical clicking seemed to emit from their being. Were these the machines he heard about? Clock dollies or something?
Eh.
Nothing special.
They rushed at him, trying to use their numbers to their advantage. Jackson merely sent them flying with a few well placed kicks and punches, just enough to stun them for a bit.
Just enough.
Rushing towards the door, he saw what might have been the puppet master. Was that...what was his name?
Amos?
Whatever.
Jackson aimed a swipe towards the man's neck, uncaring if the blow connected or not, performing a similar swipe towards his companion's chest, just enough to throw them off, before rushing past them into the hallway, up the passage, and back out into the study. Adrenaline propelled him forward and numbed any pain as he rushed to the large window, jumped through it, and made his way into the darkness.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Mar 8, 2017 5:08:29 GMT
Unlike her leg, Edelweiss' head was in perfect condition - and she didn't want to change that, thank you very much. But Mr. Stabby-stabby aiming his knife at her face gave her the perfect opportunity to get it away from his hands along defending: as he lunged it forward she plainly bit down into the flat of the blade, locking it up between her teeth. Since a jaw's bite strenght is on average greater than a hand's, one would need good luck trying to get it off from there. Plus that little action served as an element of surprise, just for a second but enough to see that kick coming and turn (support on the healthy leg) for his foot to miss its target.
Soon after the guy was running and making his escape. Edelweiss didn't particularly care, other than she could finally get that knife off her mouth again. And he could have it back - aimed at his back if he will. Little gift from her for trying to hurt Amon. But the guy was a hired henchman, not the one she'd been requested to work on (that one was already dead), so she didn't particularly care if he got away. Plus with both herself and Sienna needing medical care, the redhead prefered to focus on that.
Just limp till where Sienna had slid down and start a slow double Health cast - tier III for herself, and II for her friend. Thank heavens it seemed like the dark-skinned gal really didn't have anything (physically) broken.
Sienna simply laid there. She didn't move and watched as Edel began casting some healing spells. All the injuries she'd sustained throughout the day for her rebellious actions were being mended. The bruises, the torn skin, soon she was whole once more, no pain was present. But her body was still tired though. And while everything outside was better, her mind was anything but.
Still she reached out grab the hand that had healed her. "Are.... you.. okay?" She asked, focusing on her friend first and foremost. It was easier to center her attention on something else than focus on what was happening right now.
Amongst all of the chaos, the caution, the worry, the battle hungry madness, Amon couldn't help but feel a slight pang of disappointment. I mean, yeah, the dolls he brought were hastily modified and heavily relied on their numbers, surprise, and psychological warfare, but it still hurt to see them tossed aside like...well...dolls.
That feeling quickly disappeared as the assailant rushed at him. He barely got his arm up in time, blocking the attack to his neck as the knife glanced off his metal arm, the man becoming a blur as he sped past him, aimed a similar slash at Sayvahn, and escaped, but not before getting a knife in his back. Huh. Edel had one hell of a thro-
Edel.
"Edel!" Amon exclaimed as he rushed to her. Sayvahn should be okay; he had healing spells. Edel on the other hand, seemed much worse for wear, though as he approached her, he could just barely feel a slight shiver go through his right arm. Good. She's healing, as evident from the various cuts slowly closing up.
Still did not stop the worry.
"You okay?" he asked as he got near, just wanting to be sure. "How's Sienna?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
His chest. Everyone always aimed for his chest. Though, frankly it was probably a better place to aim. Still, Sayvahn barely caught the blow, his back arching slightly. Yet, he made sure to drag his claws against the escaping man’s limb. The figure had come up rather quickly to greet them (did he really get past Amon’s dolls?) and had attacked Amon, leaving Sayvahn barely enough time to rush to the man’s aid, let alone to defend his own behind. Amon had himself covered (the perk of having a metal arm) but Sayvahn did not have the same kind of resource—just flexibility. Still, the elder feline cursed on the stranger’s behalf as he spotted the knife in his back. That was bound to hurt. Stepping down the rest of the steps, Sayvahn still watched the path leading back to their escape just in case someone came from behind. Such as the stabbed in the back assailant wanting revenge.Though, he did give a glance at Edelweiss, and the “princess.” “Goodness, you two look worse for wear,” Sayvahn cursed, stepping down another tier. Edelweiss had been separated from them for how long now? Two, maybe three hours? But boy, had she been busy during that time, it seemed. Regardless, it seemed like a private moment was forming between everyone, so, he monitored the stairs, wondering, well, when Lasair would realize his blunder and follow them. At least then Sayvahn wouldn’t feel as much as a…. fourth wheel? Goodness.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Mar 11, 2017 4:37:34 GMT
Edelweiss couldn't help but take a deep breath at the triple comments questioning her well-being.
"It's fine. I've had worse before." She stated simply, flexing her leg to 'test' if it was healed enough and functioning painlessly, before using the hand Sienna was clinging to to tug her up and settle her on a piggyback ride. It had not been a lie. The redhead had indeed had worse before, multiple times. A couple of those times having been a courtesy of Sveden, and a couple times due to other factors. That, of course, didn't mean it didn't hurt - by all means it did - but it was still at a level she could endure without whining. Besides, Sienna's current state was much worse than her own, even with her flesh injuries treated, and Edelweiss didn't feel it was in her right to gather everyone's attention on herself instead. It was clashing, and felt strange.
"She's dehydrated, malnourished and very low on stamina." And obviously traumatized, though that felt needless to mention. But those were not something that would be healed instantly now - what the dark-skinned girl needed most now was food and rest, not magic. "But there's no broken bones nor organ damage at least. Lets just regroup with Las and have him gate us out of here."
Amon loosed a small sigh of relief. "Yeah..." he agreed, moving to check up and mobilize the dolls. He took one last look around the room. Despite the mess they made, it was fairly cozy, a stark contrast to what may have occurred in the room, the sheer number of pictures of Sienna all over the walls being the only immediate sign of its dark nature. It was enough to unsettle him...he couldn't imagine what it was like for Sienna.
Two years...
"Alright...let's go home."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Sienna stayed close to Edel, unfamiliar with the others who had shown up. Not entirely unfamiliar. The one who had come to check up close, he wasn't. But she had no idea who he was. The other certainly didn't look like anyone she knew. But in her current state she still shrunk away from them as they came near, trying to collapse herself down as best she could beside Edel.
Skittish and scared she barely budged until her friend chose to. The pictures on the wall were ignored and she pointedly looked away as they came into view. At some point she thought she should at least offer her savior's a smile but couldn't even so much as think about it.
Furrowing his brow, Sayvahn could not help but tilt his head as Edelweiss delievered an “I’m fine” then proceeded to pick up the hurt princess and carry her on her back. “Uhhhh. Want me to do that?” Sayvahn offered at the whole “the injured woman just picked up the other injured….. girl? Woman?” The one they were rescuing looked so young. Or maybe that was the abuse talking. Who knows. It was better to ask questions that mattered rather than simple inquires. Though, ever like the Tin Man to rush to his dolls, but Sayvahn guessed he couldn’t leave them either. Sayvahn would offer to help Amon as well, but, something about Ander touching Tech didn’t sound right.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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