"Hello! I am JANOS. Are you people?"

JANOS seemed quite bright and chipper despite being a prisoner. At least if the tone of their voice was anything to go by. Their facial expression was rather blank which wasn't surprising given their lack of a mouth or nose or really anything but eyes, but even those seemed to lack the normal movements of an eye. They simply stared unblinking and with out any change in pupil dilation.

Seth looked at Sjan, bemused. He tilted his head to the side subtly.

"We must be thinking of different songs. Or are you not even quoting a song?"

Sjan nearly tripped when Seth made it clear he didn't know the song she was referring to, turning her head a little farther as if to see if he was joking. She didn't need to turn her head and she knew he wasn't joking, a benefit of her gift but this warranted a double take, "You... don't know Road to Nowhere, by Talking Heads?" She asked incredulously, "How long have you been in here?" She laughed. Sjan also knew how long he had been here, why he was here and at what point he called for his mum but she had to ask.

Leon heard a gunshot in the distance. It wasn't that surprising, over the ruckus of the riots, but the eyeless girl rounding the corner was a bit new. Like Cynthia, she could sense the Servant Nexus. He wasn't sure of the wisdom of just wandering into the guard's home base, but it was the only way out.

As Sjan began to navigate, Leon began to hang back as the group began to move, ready to watch their back. He pulled up next to Lucas. She knew a lot about this prison. If he wanted to survive, her knowledge would be instrumental.

"It's weird that we haven't met any Servants. Do you think they're fighting the people who were quicker to leave?" Leon asked. He remembered how a lot of the prisoners had just run towards the exit as soon as the doors opened.

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"Down here, it doesn't matter. 'Me' it is."

Once again, Alby turned back to JANOS. A strange figure, perhaps, but that didn't really mean anything in this place.

"'People' is a pretty wide term. Some would say, yes."

IDK what to put anymore

"I wouldn't say it doesn't matter, dear. But I can understand your.. aversion to giving me your true name."

He shrugs, still with that off-putting smile on his face.

".. And if you insist on calling me Me, then I won't stop you."

He turns to JANOS.

"I know several hundred or so people who would disagree with you on calling me a person~" He laughs.

edited 9th Nov '15 3:19:43 PM by Daydre

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"The exact answer to that is unbeknownst to me, though I heard some talk about changes, if you would force me to answer my response probably would be that the breachers we used to get in here needed to be completed." He looked the figure in the eyes... or more in the place where normally the eyes would reside "Please excuse me if this pains you but... who did that to you... and why?" He looked at her again "Erm... also, do you need a sword to defend yourself?"

"Sorry, darling," said Seth, "I could never get into New Wave. My idea of '80's music is more along the lines of Bad Brains or Rites of Spring. And trust me, you've probably been in here a lot longer than I have. I haven't even been here twelve hours yet."

Sjan chuckled to Seth, "Just a tad longer, hun..." She sighed, "My parents kinda brainwashed me from a young age in that regard. Still, good bass lines." The girl shrugged, stepping deftly over a few remains of something on the floor, "Frankly, I've always been more of a Psychobilly and Horror Punk fan."

The fact that Magnus didn't know much about Eldon's intentions was odd to Sjan, and a little disconcerting. The woman who had opened the breach struck her as dangerous for many reasons but Sjan said nothing on this for now. His next questions made her uncomfortable but she was used to the curiousity, "I did it..." She said quietly, regret plain on her face, "I did it to make the visions stop. Obviously that didn't work out and now I look like an extra from a Vincent Price movie." Sjan joked, a forcing a grin, "Thanks but no thanks - I don't actually know how to use one." She indicated the nearest sword.

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"Sorry for asking" Magnus bowed his head, though because of the armor the gesture probably couldn't be noticed from outside "Anyway, we could prob-" he stopped dead in his tracks, suddenly closely listening to his surroundings.

Since kkutwar said we mostly should do our encounters ourselves I just leave that open to you for now, if you want we could start one here if not then nothing will happen.

When you mean the Wendigo, yes he PM'd me about it

Edit2: kkut just PM'd me, he isn't going to post now, so its still up to us

edited 11th Nov '15 1:06:11 PM by Sergey_Smirnov

Kkut says he's going to post something for both groups soonish. Something to do with magical asshats attacking us, but I won't tell what they are.

Seth stopped where he was and listened closely.

"Yeah," he said quietly, "I heard that too." He raised both pistols and carefully started looking around, taking care not to point either gun at anybody else in the group.

Figured I'd at least have my character do something in the meantime.

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Mere seconds later five guards ran around the corner, their weapons cocked and ready to fire, the moment they saw the group they started aiming their guns. Magnus drew some of his Golem cores hastily drawing a stylised shield in the air "You shall be our fortress; Phalanx Formation - RISE!" A second later 3 Golems emerged from the ground, modeled after heavily armored knights with huge towershields. "If you can't fight or need cover, hide here" He said to the rest.

edited 12th Nov '15 11:45:48 PM by Sergey_Smirnov

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Cynthia who had just been observing immediately reacts to the guards approaching by diving behind the golems. "Well they finally got themselves organised. Magnus thanks for the cover." As Cynthia drew the sword she was given, she immediately began running her fingers down its length with a curious spark in her eye. "Should I hold back and strike to stun or aim to kill?" She asks all her companions while still remaining calm, even with guns pointing at her.

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Magnus stopped for a brief moment "The only one who can answer this is your conscience." As he said it the blade of his Naginata started to glow again as he quickly drew a intricate rune of a lance in the air. "Shock and Awe, it shall be as commanded!" As he slammed his weapon on the floor the lances of his Golems started to glow subtle. "I'm ready."

As the guards saw this they got combat ready "Stop it this instant!" One of the guards fired a shot that barely missed Magnus.

edited 13th Nov '15 5:59:42 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

Gonna give the guards a bit more description but I won't actually control them or make them say anything since I didn't make them.

Sjan looked through the risen golems and her companions, into the guards barring the way. They weren't truly organized, in no way expecting that the prison even could be breached let alone in such a total manner. Though they brandished their weapons their fingers quivered and she could smell the fear in the sweat on their brows. One fired a shot to miss, he had children and a wife in the outside world. His comrades weren't bad men or at least not cruel, they were fighting the monsters - them.

Sjan cocked her head to the side slightly, to the guards it would appear her eyeless lids had opened to reveal a living light extending tendrils into reality. She broke the veil of human perception but not without constraints as she had for Johnson. Her humanity had not totally eroded over the years but what they saw was nevertheless more than most would care to know. The true nature of the group unfurled itself upon the men You guys can have fun with that if you like and the magic pouring from Magnus to his creations seemed composed of innumerable, tiny creatures of energy and will. The former conformations of the prison were revealed, overlaying with their current view and obscuring vision.

Sjan muttered strange verses under her breath involuntarily, like prophecy demanding to escape. "The innocent, in shadows and midian walls, suffer the demons their parents buried there..."

edited 13th Nov '15 10:06:33 PM by Lt.BGob

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Actually do feel free to make with them what you want, I'm always horible when it comes to giving a character to characters that only appear for some seconds, if its the main char(s) or even a side char I can personalise them, but those '1 scene and not ever again' types of NPC are dreaded by me.

Magnus looked, he was pretty sure the guard missed on purpose, sure he had the Golems before him but he still was a Centaur so due to the nature of his body he still stood out of them like a giant target, though that was good for him, it looked like they didn't really wanted to fight, that meant he wouldn't have to kill them, doing so would make him the kind of monster that would needed to be imprisoned here. He couldn't really see it but he was pretty sure they trembled already. He looked around the group "They don't want to fight, I propose to scare them away for now, there is no point in killing them."

Also I can't really give them to much of a description, my char has no real perception outside of that that a normal human would have, so it would be extremly OOC for him to give indepth descriptions of how the others would feel or (in case of the guards) even look given the distance. So yah... this post was more so I could say that... sorry I just am bad with such stuff

No worries, I'll control them for now but anyone else is free to make them do stuff. I won't get too into their characters or anything as I just woke up, haha.

The corner of Sjan's lips, still uttering truths, twinged into a slight grimace at the centaur's idea but said nothing. Those closest to her might catch a glimpse of what the guards saw and the symbols carved into her skin seemingly moving like snakes. The youngest of the guards was most disturbed by the display, barely at the prison for a month and still new to its tricks. He let out a cry and fired wildly into the group, bullets hitting the golems but a few coming altogether too close to the former prisoners. His aim was better than this but to his eyes a wall was overlaid on their positions.

"Open fire, take out the centaur!" The 'head' guard, thinking of his family, shouted over the gunfire. The group were clearly more scared than a few moments ago, on backed against the wall and transfixed ok the area around the golems rather than the constructs themselves. Nevertheless they took aim, a hail of bullets fired at Magnus and those closest to him.

"That's to be expected if you're in here. Either way."

A shape in the distance, at the junction of corridors, caught Alby's eye. He could see through the darkness but it moved too quick for him to make any detail out; probably just another prisoner.

"Well, we're not getting anywhere just standing here. Obviously."

Sticking close to prisoners was a very questionable decision; although these few weren't familiar, he'd put a fair few people in this place. But if he kept secret, nobody else they ran into would question him and there was safety in numbers.

"And before you say it, yes 'we'. This place is too big and some people in here aren't the type you want to bump into in a dark corner, so we may as well stick together. I say we go to the Servant's nexus. I don't know the halls but we can find that, we can get out."

To be fair, the incursion probably would get to the Nexus, so he wasn't really lying. He just didn't plan to let them out once they got there. For now, he'd keep up the pretense.

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Cynthia was curious considering the others reactions and that of the guards. Hearing the order to take out the centaur she steps out from the cover holding the sword horizontally before her; flat towards the guards. Her eyes with a serious far look as she begins to chant; her hair moving freely with the will of her own magic.

"Fill; built of Mana. Fill; with the will to protect. Fill; take form before me. When its full let it release, manifest!" Each word echoing slightly as the magic flows. A glowing rune taking form before the group and stopping the shots of the guard in midair. The bullets dropping to the floor. "Is that the best you all have? If your guns cant even hit us you might as well leave now, unless you want to closer." She says with a devilish grin and a frighteningly serious tone. Expending her mana slightly wastefully but enjoying the opportunity to use it for something serious.

The furious volley from the youngest guard stops coming to a scary realization of the situation. Stumbling back and onto the floor in reaction to the glow of from the ward.

edited 14th Nov '15 2:13:14 PM by darkdestinysoul

Sorry for not posting for a bit - I was waiting for other people and got a little caught up with RL. A friend of mine just had her appendix out.

Cynthia's magical display, whilst undoubtedly a little over the top if not wasting of her energy, was effective. The bullets struck the barrier and fell to the ground harmlessly and leaving the youngest guard to shaken to face the monsters - he tried to run but a nearby comrade gripped his arm, "Stand your ground, Dart!" His voice was not unshaken but steel born from experience held his nerve, young Dart nodding and trying to ignore sights forced upon them. "Cease fire!" The leader ordered, gritting his teeth and retrieving something like a stun baton from his belt, "You think we haven't taken down worse monsters than you?" He added to Cynthia.

The batons, now held by each guard, were apparently possessed of some magical character themselves. Electricity crackle from their surface as they charged at the escaped prisoners, beating at the golems first. Sjan stepped forward and somehow came before Dart between his fearful strikes. She touched a hand to his forehead, "I'm sorry." The universe was revealed in full, he saw the world as she did and it broke his mind. The young man screamed, staggering back and falling into the wall, trying to swat at things unseen, "They won't take me! I can't -" His last words were cut short by his own gun, blasting a hole through his head and falling limply to his lap in a lifeless hand.

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Np, and say your friend Get well soon from me

Magnus flinched a bit, just a little, but enough so the others probably could notice, he knew that these people attacked them - but still seeing the young man turning the gun on himself and pulling the trigger still was nothing he wanted to happen "That was unnecessary" he muttered - but then it struck him - in one moment his whole naivety struck him; He never once killed anybody before and honestly thought that he wouldn't have to do it here. He gritted his teeth as he realized how stupid he had been.

But Magnus had no time for self-pity, one of the remaining guards got near him, around the right flank, Magnus held his Naginata in front of him, he saw that the man trembled in fear already as he hesitantly tried to attack him with the stunning-baton, he was young, barely even over 20 from the looks of it. Magnus needed to parry some hits, but due to his fear, defending against the trembling man was so easy that it nearly seemed as if this was some sort of sick training. He didn't knew what magic Sjan had cast but this man did not fight with the determination a person normally would have, it seemed as if his fear almost had taken over the entirety of his mind. Killing somebody in this state would in no way be justifiable for him, so he tried to be as menacing as possible as he growled "Stand down or this day will be your last." As he parried the next hit he quickly thrashed his weapon to the side - careful not to touch the baton, nearly knocking it out of the hand of his opponent. He then slammed Kyōfū in the wall behind the young guard, the blade nearly touching his throat. For a moment the whole scene froze, all that Magnus noticed were the despair filled eyes of his opponent and his heavy breathing - he was hyperventilating. After a few moments that seemed like an eternity in Magnus' eyes the man finally snapped. "No - no please, I have a family! NO! I beg you!" Magnus could see that the man nearly broke into tears now. This was not the kind of monster that he saw in the Servants, hell this was not even a fighter, this man just did his job, he wasn't prepared for all this, it was questionable if he ever would have been, for him he was the monster. That moment Magnus made his decision, he let his weapon touch the throat of the man ever so slightly, not even penetrating the skin - just so the man would notice it "Please... no..." Magnus could see that the man even wet himself out of fear, in this moment he felt genuine pity for the quivering man. With earnest sympathy in his voice he quietly spoke "It doesn't have to end this way... just drop your weapons." The guard immediately dropped his baton and rifle to the ground. Nodding silently Magnus took away his weapon from the throat of the man as he collapsed onto his knees, his hands covering his face as he quietly cried in fear. He briefly turned around to the others "He's out... don't kill him."

Hope I did not overdo it here, I just imagined my reaction to such a fight if I were in his shoes.

edited 16th Nov '15 11:29:07 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

I'll tell her. She's grump but I gave her chocolate and pokemon based lego so she'll be alright, haha. And, I am gonna be mean and make this encounter a little harder.

Magnus' threats had incapacitated the younger family man - still cowering, mind racing with thoughts of his family and his death. However the other three were only made filled with determination in this adversity. The eldest of them, seeing the boy Dart dead, charged at the centaur and stuck at his legs. The batons were filled with magical electricity, both painful and deadly if aimed correctly. Another guard joined the direct attack on the exposed creature, a wild lunge into his body to electrocute the enemy.

The third had returned to his rifle but with a new magazine, enchanted to pierce most magical barriers. He fired into the group, a bullet clipping Sjan in the left arm. She let out a quiet cry and gripped her bleeding flesh, the visions disappeared and the guards concentration was restored. The guard took aim at the other woman who had created the barrier and fired at her knee caps.

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The sudden attack surprised Magnus, if only for a split second. Due to Kyōfū's reach he could remain at a safe distance to the baton but then the 2nd guard lunged himself upon him, a wave of pain went through his body as the baton connected. These men were something completely different from the one before. What they lacked in experience and preparation they made up for through pure determination. Now that they got an opening in his defense they pushed further. Magnus couldn't block all their hits and wave after wave of pain ran through his body. The eyes of both guards were filled with determination and to make things worse it seemed that whatever magic Sjan did was now gone. As he was pushed back step by step he shouted "Help me!" to the others.

Figured it would be stupid if I alone would fend of 3 guards by myself

edited 16th Nov '15 1:48:13 PM by Sergey_Smirnov

Finally, Seth stepped up. He'd been watching the situation, trying to figure out how and where he should hit from, but this direct attack on Magnus and Sjan forced him to hurry up and do something already. Almost before he knew it, he'd fired two shots from each gun at the guards taking on Magnus. He aimed for the eyes; he always did. In his experience, nobody with eyes liked having them flooded with ice-cold water. It disoriented them, made them step back, made them stop and start wiping their eyes.

Then he saw the guard in the back trying to take out Sjan's kneecaps. With his banshee eyes, he could see the bullets coming. He pulled Sjan by the hand out of the shots' way, then darted out from his position, jumped towards a wall, and rebounded off of it. He was now in front of the entire group, with no one standing between him and the guard with the rifle. Seth looked that guard in the eye and cocked his guns, just for the sake of making the click-click noise and letting the water in that discarded ammo splash into a small puddle, about the size of two thumbprints.

"Look at you," he said, "trying to kneecap a blind woman you've already shot." He raised one of his pistols. "You gonna shoot at me too, or are you too scared to fight fair?"