Einstein's Laboratory -> En Route to Town
Despite her words, Lillie got the distinct impression Mother didn't quite approve of her new outfit. Then again, it'd been a long while since she really approved of anything Lillie did on her own. If she was just going to smile and give a compliment, maybe some part of her really was trying to change.
In any event, no one except their driver seemed to have any objections to it, and the driver stopped objecting upon being told they were from 'Japan.' She decided to just stick with it for now.
With herself settled, it was time to give Nebby a fitting disguise. The woman offering the service suggested a plush toy or a really fluffy "dog." Considering she didn't trust Nebby to convincingly act like a toy, that left the second option. Only problem: what was a "dog?" She guessed it was some kind of animal.
Actually, she was pretty certain she heard that word before in relation to some kinds of Pokemon. Unfortunately, she didn't remember what those Pokemon were off the top of her head. Well, she was just going to have to guess; everyone else was getting ready to leave. So with that, she used the ring on Nebby and hoped for the best.
After she was done, Nebby now looked like some kind of Meowth. A flat-faced Meowth, with long white fur and blue eyes, with some orange markings around its face, black paws, and another black splotch around its stomach. She guessed that probably wasn't a "dog," but hopefully it would suffice.
Nebby didn't seem to notice its new look immediately. It was only when Lillie was done and it tried moving that it saw what it looked like now. It hopped around a little as if to try stepping out of it, before it gave Lillie a confused look.
"Pew?"
"I know it feels strange, but it's either that or the bag. I think you'll be happier with that," Lillie said, before she gently picked Nebby up as to not accidentally break its disguise. "If you're not careful, you'll lose it, and then you'll have to go back in the bag. So...be careful, please?"
Then she followed everyone else in getting into the van. As soon as she found a good seat, she buckled up and settled in, contenting herself with listening to the others talk and also by watching the scenery go by out the window.
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Guts - The Distraction
The brutish swordsman, unbecoming of his stature, sat and listened to the various explanations of the enemy's weaponry. And the more he heard, the less he liked.
Arrows always had a certain speed to them. The wind could mess with them, and any form of cover would stop them in their tracks. A projectile that, according to the excitable redhead, traveled at the speed of lightning and could shatter wood? That sounded like something that could actually kill him if he wasn't careful. He wasn't fighting with any wooden tools, thankfully, and as he looked at his sword and arm, he had only stark confidence in Godo's craftsmanship.
He took in Gaige's idea of spreading out with a focused glance, and once he gave it some thought, he realized it was sound advice and took it to heart. His frown grew, however, as he heard more about the various types of these 'guns', as well as their attachments. It was all a little much, and to Guts, this sounded like a battlefield even he'd never experienced before. The 'grenades' at least, he could get. They were things you threw that exploded.
("Rickert could probably invent those too.")
Following Kashira (at a reasonable distance), Guts folded his black, shadowy cloak around him, keeping as little of his face exposed as possible. He was absent-minded, just looking forward at his objective. However, when his thoughts lingered, they couldn't help but focus back onto a certain subject of discomfort. Neither Tanya nor the Kid was with their group, but Guts cringed at the thought of their ages. They looked experienced enough, thankfully. Those looks in their eyes weren't the same as any sheltered child you'd find in a village, they were the same eyes Guts had at their age, though he wouldn't really know since he rarely ever got a good look at his own face, something about them just clicked with the nostalgic part of his mind.
"Sacrifice..."
Guts nearly growled in response, but held it together and settled for a hushed snarl. His flesh hand shot to the back of his neck to find no blood.
Was it his imagination?
edited 3rd Mar '17 3:52:10 PM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
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Qrow - Taking Possession of the Means of Power Production, Sarajevo (or was it Kosovo? Pretty sure it's Yugoslavia, or former Yugoslavia)
Qrow watched at the groups began to trudge off towards the base. He took a few step back from them, and then turned and walked into the forest in the opposite direction.
He was pretty thankful that the first two missions ended up being in forests. It made for excellent cover.
Once he was out of sight and unfollowed, Qrow once again made the transformation to crow and took flight, making a tight turn towards the base and over the treetops.
Once he reached the base, he'd circle above it. The map said the power plant would be in the center of the base, and that would probably prove true, but he wanted to see what he could pick out about it through the darkness. Specifically, if he could spy a weakpoint that he could smash or shoot.
Reimu - The other diversion
Reimu flew through the night towards the north of the base, stopping along the way to set up her paper talismans in strategical positions. Finally, she took up position on a high rise some distance away from the base, away from the two sneaking parties and the lethal diversion. She had a general feeling of where everyone else was. Hopefully that northern wall would not pose a problem, and that the soldiers in the base would come rushing towards her.
Rushing towards their only hope of living through the night.
Sighing, Reimu sat down on the wet grass and started to pray. For the people who would die tonight. For the success of their mission. And a bit for herself.
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Remilia Scarlet; Or, Bara Tom and Loli Jerry
If Remilia Scarlet had instead been Remilio Scarlet, or something equally afire with silly boyish fight, Dio would surely have found himself on the receiving end of a return salvo.
Unfortunately, Remilia was not a boy, and thus, when Dio mustered the nerve to actually hit her back, her snobbish facade crumpled like a house of cards under an artillery barrage. She smacked into the ground, eyes welling wide with disbelief, hair splashed with red, jaw hanging like the unhinged, mottled mouth of a sedated snake.
"You hit me," was all she could mouth. The words ran thin like blood. "You actually hit me."
She pawed at Dio's knee with her good hand, stopped, blubbered, and then began, very loudly, to wail.
edited 4th Mar '17 5:46:31 PM by troydenite
Delicious in the Moomin Valley
Claw & Baron
"I think it was a bad idea to leave Mr. Brando and Miss Scarlet in one group." The pirate muttered as the faint sound of wailing got to his ears. They were some ways past other groups already, so it appeared that Remilia had some lungs on her.
"He better not be bad. He's already on thin fuckin' ice." The resplendent image of The Blacker Baron huffed, clanging his fists together with a frown.
"Yes, I'm certain he's intimidated." It seemed that the sarcasm went over Baron's head as he only gave Claw a usual grin.
"Ya bet yo furry ass he's intimidated. Sum people can try to play tough, but their song muddafuckin' changes when you tap 'em hard enough." The owner of the furry ass decided not to comment this time, just shuffling ahead. That left Baron to shuffle backwards, right back to his old buddy in black armor. "Ya holdin' up, Gutsman?"
Big Grah
The Kid nodded at Tanya's explanation, and now knowing that there was apparently a kind of safety switch, promptly set about loading the gun. He followed the young girl's instructions, and after making sure the switch was covering the F, focused back on the small group. "I see." Was all the reply the blonde got from her explanation.
Having caught his attention with more questions, the teenager looked over at Weiss. "It is." He confirmed, "But it's been what I've been called for a while now." At the same time, he was turning the girl's name over in his head. Weiss Schnee. He had to admit, Schnee sounded weird for a name. But, he kept that to himself, and instead said, "Weiss is a nice name."
Noticing that they had started to move, The Kid began to follow along easily; Moving surprisingly silently for someone carrying so much.
Soviet Base
The Soviet base was true to the map the Climbers had seen earlier, although construction efforts had clearly extended the walls and increased the bulk of some of the buildings. The main difference between the map and real life, however, was the lighting. In the pale moonlight, far less was visible in the base than the daytime photos had shown. While most of the buildings were nearly consumed by the blackness of night due to their paltry lighting, several structures stood out sharply against the darkness.At the center of the base lay what was clearly the power plant.
◊ A large spherical core glowed in the center, not unlike a Van De Graff generator, suspended in between two massive steel structures that held it firmly in place. All over the surface of the core, electricity visibly rippled over it as though it were generating lightning, which was then drawn towards the metal floor below the core.
Towards the north end of the base, protected by ten-foot-tall walls, were three defensive towers
◊, each standing nearly four stories tall. A large sphere - as though it were a smaller version of the one found in the power plant - sat at the top of each tower. Electrical arcs crackled as they made their way up and down the tower, going between the sphere, the rings around the metal rod that held it in place, and the thick and sturdy bases made out of metal and rubber. The towers to the south, though, still appeared to be in various stages of construction.
While the forces inside the base could rely on the cover of darkness, outside the base, the first thing anyone would encounter were several soldiers paired up with dogs. They were patrolling the exterior perimeter of the base, outside of the walls, the soldiers holding their guns at the ready while the dogs occasionally stopped and held their heads high to sniff the air.
Black Forest
"This is nice," Lusamine said to Lillie from her seat in the van. She casually reached her arm out to put it over her daughter's shoulders.edited 5th Mar '17 1:56:39 AM by nman
Calamity is a housewife
Guts
As he double-checked his flesh hand for blood, the vague sound of blubbering tears rattled him, and the court jester continued to heckle him. He wasn't going to be able to catch a break any time soon.
He re-adjusted his cloak in response to the Baron.
"Doing peachy, until you opened your mouth."
Approaching their objective, Guts halted as he took a look at the enemy's patrol. Dogs, being led along by the probably armed guards. It was hard to tell what they carried in the night and from this distance, but it was likely those 'guns' the redhead was talking about. He thought back to the redhead's advice from earlier. 'Spread out to avoid concentrated fire', and all that.
"We should split up and attack from different angles. I trust each of you can handle a single soldier and their dog?"
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Lucha Libre goddess
Weiss Schnee- Snow angel of death
Weiss was running just along the kid and behind Tanya. She was crouching and sprinting at the same time, as she held her rapier hanging at her side with it's blade pointing at her back. Her teammates would notice that for each step she gave a glyph appeared on the ground. They made her able to skate in the ice and the ability to keep up with the Tanya's flight and the kid's enhanced physical strength.
On their way to the base, she saw a group of men patrolling the area outside the base with their dogs.
One of them saw her. He glared at the heiress, aiming his submachine gun at her, almost ready to fire as a reflex. The soldier made the mistake of trying to kill her before warning his squadmates. He was mere seconds away from firing. The soldier was so focused on her that he didn't notice the glyph forming below his feet.
She pushed the men above the air with before they were even able to speak. Each one of the mooks hung in the air like rag dolls. As they were trapped in the momentum of their ascend, the huntress pushed herself into the air with a glyph of her own; meeting the soldiers in the air. Weiss herself only visible like a white blur. She swiped her rapier at each of them, one by one, in their chest. The quick movement of her blade, and the shine of her weapon would seem like a thin waxing moon.
The whole squad finally fell defeated into the ground. The dogs were simply knocked out by the fall from their descent.
The huntress simply landed crouching slightly. Her left feet joining the other into ground and her weapon still held firmly in her hand. Weiss remained emotionless; her expression cold as ice.
edited 5th Mar '17 8:13:07 AM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
"Excellent combat potential there." Remarking idly at the somewhat showy but no doubt effective melee that took place, I gave a small clap of both encouragement and enjoyment. Still, the rapier was a weapon that while good at puncturing through gaps, meant that the overall area it can damage is small and thus there might be chance of survivors who could brave through the wounds to alert the others.
"Still, you're a bit too green. Once you get into conflict, you have to ensure there are no survivors that can pass on information to their comrades or come back to shoot us in the back." Upon saying so, the bayonet on the rifle I carried began to hum with energy even as a green aura sprang to life around it to reinforce it the power of intense vibrations. An economical jab to each of the throats of the downed bodies of both men and dogs were performed, severing the obstruction of bone and arteries like a hot knife through butter.
"There, clean up is done." Flinging the blood splatters on my weapon off with telekinesis, I dug a hole to hide the bodies with magic, the corpses and blood now hidden in the pit before dirt was pushed onto and compacted to better blend in with the ground. "We cannot leave any evidence right now since otherwise it'd raise suspicions and thus overall wariness. The distraction team's effectiveness will only plummet if there were to be discoveries of conflict so far away from their position."
Instilling the experiences of combat into the young combatant, I gave a slight nod before moving towards the eastern wall in question while looking up from the cover of darkness. "Now then, let's get to work. Do you want to use your ability to make it up the incline yourself or go along with the flight magic I'll be outputting in a few seconds?" Asking the white haired girl that question, I looked towards squat but hardy boy, holding out a hand since I knew that he'd need help in ascending the barrier. "You, you're with me."
Mancunian Candidate
Dio Brando, Victorian Parenting 101
At the time surprisingly, in retrospect inevitably, the little scion retired the litany of shan't and passed in sequence from blubbering to a keening crimson caterwaul - my knee had uncoupled something behind her left eye, so that a stream of tears and a stream of watery halfways-blood ran sideways down her quivering cheeks to pool neatly in the snow. You hit me, you actually hit me, and so on and so forth.
The crying of any child is a plaintive and deeply instinctive thing, to some a melancholic sublimity, but by my nature I am left hollow by appeals to sympathy. I remembered the playful ease with which my shoulder had been torn from the socket, the bones of my wrist crushed to splinters, and that lingering pain left my mind sharp and my knee firmly planted upon her head. I rocked haphazardly to the rhythm of her shaking breaths and incessant squirming. Retaliation was not yet assuredly denied, only delayed, and there was no guarantee I could withstand it.
Incredible. Absolutely singular.
I released her broken wrist and, tearing away a corner of my makeshift cloak, pressed a linen handkerchief into the palm of her pudgy little hand. She was remarkably loud.
"Stop it," I said. By then I'd realised she was mercurial by nature, but failed to grasp the full extent of it - flailing in unmapped territory, I tried in vain to reconcile the adult-child and the child-adult, and in so doing emphasised the wrong end of a false dichotomy.
"I said stop it."
She had not, and, it was clear, would not. I considered clamping my hand over her mouth and throwing her overarm towards Kashira, that the problem might belong to someone qualified to solve it, but I'd only won myself a brief respite in the earlier debacle. I might have been immune to quivering lips and wettened cheeks, but the jury quite assuredly was not. I would never hear the end of it.
Besides, there was no guarantee she wouldn't just fly back. No. A change in approach was in order. Her intellect was adult even if the emotions were not, that much had been proven, and even a madman can profess a rational mind in the light of self-interest.
"You're right," I said, reaching down to wipe a smear of drying blood from her chin, freshly reconstituted, "I hit you. If you continue to misbehave, then I will hit you again. You will keep crying, and we will have to stay here. If you stop crying and promise you will behave yourself, then I will take you to the base, where there are a great many young men in possession of a great deal of fresh blood. Do you understand?"
Short of plugging her with something, this was my final card. All I had left was to wait and pray no perimeter guard wandered into earshot.
edited 5th Mar '17 3:15:45 PM by OG-Sama
Koishi - Witness to the first episode of AGOG's Itchy & Scratchy
It's rare that someone is able to watch two people casually dismember one another right before their eyes. The fact that Remilia and Dio, the great bull of a man, are even able to do this without immediately dying is incredibly impressive. But now that the delayed fanfare has come back with a howling wail, Koishi feels bad for thinking it was pretty cool the way they could do all that. Her mental knee jerks in entire the opposite direction, and before Remilia can make too much more noise, Koishi has already knelt down in the cold, wet snow and is warmly enveloping her unbroken hand with both her own.
Koishi doesn't look at Dio. She feels bad for being impressed, and she's vicariously shamed by his lack of a shirt. He reminds her of an oni, only sober and not very nice. She misses Yuugi. She'd know what to do; she always does.
Koishi still doesn't like Dio, but that's really only because Josuke doesn't like him. He and Remilia were fighting, and while her crying means she's obviously the one who needs a friend right now, what she did to him first looked like it would have hurt a lot. Koishi would have hit back, too, if Remilia had hit her first. That's only fair, right? Could Koishi make her tiny vampire friend cry? She hopes not. For some reason, watching other people cry is almost as bad as crying herself.
"It's okay...it's okay..." Koishi murmurs with the consistency of cotton and down. Her big sister always talks like this when she's trying to help her feel better. Her hands are tight and secure around Remilia's, who's sunken into herself and become a very sad pillow under Dio's thick knee. Koishi wants to reach down and stroke her hair like Satori always does for her, but that would involve taking off her hat, and it's too cold for that. Besides, you don't just take someone's hat. It's just not done. Remilia wouldn't like it.
"Let's finish the mi-m-mission, okay? We need you to help us. You're really strong, you know? But, um, we need to be quiet, so let's all g-get a grip. Okay?" Koishi bludgeons her way through each word of her pep talk, her stutter coming back just in time to make her feel self-conscious. She squeezes Remilia's hand a little more securely to hide how much she hates her stutter. It's not a good talk, but it's all she's got. Her big sis sometimes tells her to get a grip when she's really feeling down. It never helps as much as Satori probably wants it to, but it reminds Koishi of home, and how much she loves her sister. Maybe it'll work better with Remilia.
edited 5th Mar '17 6:21:39 PM by DoctorThunder
The Mighty Pen
Kashira Lavellan - Distraction - Last Resort of Good Men
The more Gaige and Tanya elaborated on the ways of death in this world and their own, the more Kashira wondered just how long she would survive in the battle to come. Death from a thousand paces by an arrow that could hit what it was aimed at exactly, things like alchemical firebombs but far more deadly, siege engines that could bring the storm crashing down upon them rather than simple stones...what could her magic do against that? The moment the thought crossed her mind, so did the answer and her face stayed grim and determined. Whatever it can.
At long last, or so it seemed, it was time to set off. She was far from happy with how the teams had worked out and knew perfectly well that no one was going to spare people, even if it might be advisable, probably even if she was watching, and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it but try and fail. But if she stopped trying, then it would be time to die. Also, the infiltration team was now two groups rather than one and the one was much too big. And given the high wail that drifted through the silent night, Claw's remark was quite correct.
"They'll handle it," she answered in a soft murmur. "They have to."
Then, to the others who insisted on talking, she spoke in a harsh whisper.
"Quiet!"
The remainder of the journey passed all too quickly and soon enough, she could
make out the fortress that they would have to storm. The walls, even the finished sections she could see, were strangely low compared to the great castles of Thedas, but the great white crackling orb quelled any idea she might have had about it not being defensible. While those three southward towers looked only half-finished, a tower didn't need to be sheathed in marble to do its job, the same principle likely applied here. They had to assume that all of them and their engines of destruction were ready to loose. The key would be to take out the sentries and be across the killing field before the enemy could respond.
Getting down on one knee behind the nearest ridge of ground she could find and hoping that the light would reach so far as to glint off her armor, her answer to Guts was barely audible.
"Agreed. Pass it down the line. Spread out, get down on your belly, and be ready to move. If anyone has ranged weaponry, when we attack, take out the sentries. The men are the priority, a barking dog won't shoot back. Steady."
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
Once we had split into our groups, we were off, walking toward the base. It was when we neared it that one of the most foolish things I had seen in at least 200 years happened, and a grown man got into a fight with a girl who hardly came up to my knee. As I stepped back a few steps, not about to be the one to be attacked with these "guns" if they were spotted, I observed a few facts.
Dispute the girl's lack of maturity, she had strength far beyond what should be the limits of her body, as she effortlessly broke the man's hand and shoulder. Wounds which he then shrugged off as he threw her off of his body, and the girl started wailing. Instantly, I was struck by a sudden urge to plant my scythe in her throat to cease her foolishness before it blew our cover. Before I could approach her to deliver the proper threat, however, another ran up and hugged her, and I began to debate the merits of attempting to kill them both. One a fool of a girl, the other a hopelessly naive sounding girl who sounded as if he was ailed with some form of mental disorder. I could see nether contributing anything of value to this. In essence, they were dead wight, and logic demanded they be cut before they dragged anyone else down.
Not all of this was a waste, however, for I gleamed some useful facts. It had become obvious that both the girl and the man she was conversing with were not human. A simple glance at the man's eyes revealed a hunger of a sort that no mortal I had seen had, they spoke of the drinking of blood, and the man was clearly far beyond the human levels of endurance. It was now clear to me that both he and the girl were Vampires. A rare but not unheard of occurrence.
As the two fools wasted time on the ground, I approached the vampire from behind.
"It would seem it will be up to us to do anything of value during this mission. Elimination of the perimeter guards is first priority. Allow me one question first." I lowered my voice so the others in the group would not hear. "Should they continue to prove a wasteful burden, have you any objection to culling the chaff? It would be easy to hide it as an unfortunate effect of assaulting a fortified military base, and I for one am not about to place myself at risk just to play babysitter to children."
edited 5th Mar '17 9:33:19 PM by Meanken
Soviet Base
As the various individuals began their infiltration, a faint sound could be heard towards the south. Somewhere deep in the forest, the whir of a land vehicle's gas engine began to increase in intensity as it approached the base, the source hidden from view due to the trees.
The Kid caught sight of the small patrol a moment before the others, but before he could warn the other two, they were spotted. Reacting, the young soldier went to bring the machine gun up, cursing the loss of stealth so quickly, when Weiss made her move. It was quite the amazing sight, and the teenager couldn't help but stare in amazement at the display of power. To so easily move through the air like that, and lift people at the same time? He was starting to feel he had underestimated the girl's ability.
He watched Tanya go about finishing off the possible survivors, and the dogs, with silent acceptance. He lamented the need to do so, but knew there was no choice. He sent a silent heed to the Mother to welcome them, and then moved to join the other two.
Shouldering the machine gun, The Kid eyed Tanya's hand curiously before taking it; Wondering if she was going to fly them over. He hoped she was able to carry him.
Remilia Scarlet; Or, No Dignity
Remilia gave a few more sobs, then blew her nose on Koishi's sleeve. Her jaw had already turned from green-blue to red-pink, and her broken wrist was trying its best to creak back into position without being noticed. She took a deep breath and said, in a voice that sounded like it would leak out her sinuses at any moment:
"I think, Mr. Brando, that you are a heartless, soulless, spiteful, incorrigible big dumb bully-face, and if my head maid was here you would be grounded. In the ground."
Remilia opened her mouth, sneezed, closed her mouth, sniffled, and then burst, abruptly, into a swarm of baby bats, which flapped wildly around Dio's face and hands before reconstituting themselves in front of Koishi.
"And you had best not be joking about the blood, Mr. Bully-Face Brando. I will bite you."
With her conditions clear, the small vampire broke off her gaze to stare, balefully, at the satori's chest. Her new-grown milk-fangs worked up and down, as if trying to get a hold on her dignity.
Then she spread her arms out, and walked, very deliberately, into Koishi's stomach, before hefting her up by her waist, turning around, and walking in the complete opposite direction.
"Come on, Koishoe," mumbled Remilia into the captive midriff. "We don't need that dirty gutter boy anyway. We can sneak into this stupid place all by ourselves."
It was like she was talking to a very large and very brainless bolster. Naturally, she had no idea where she was going.
edited 6th Mar '17 3:27:17 AM by troydenite
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Theron — I hunt alone
After going his own way, Theron made sure to cover his scent with whatever was available — even if it meant rubbing mud on his armour – before vanishing into the shadows. He made use of every undulation of terrain, every small shadow, to make sure he wasn't spotted, until he reached the base's wall.
Patrolling near it were a man wearing a breastplate, a brown coat and a weird mask, and a white-and-black dog. With a frown, he took his bow from his back, quietly strung it, and fired two arrows in quick succession; one found its mark in the dog's throat, killing it, while the other punched through the soldier's mask.
Before the Conscript had a chance to react, Theron was near him, sliding a sword between his ribs. The Grey Warden dragged the corpses away, retrieved his bow, and went about the business of finding a way to climb the Soviet Fortress Wall.
Vampire Hunter
Sabrina, Van On Route To Village
"The disguise should do... I think," Sabrina said, unsure of herself since she had not seen a dog before and the disguise looked more like a Meowth if anything. She turned to Lusamine, "So you want to know of what I had experienced in my previous adventure in the multiverse?"
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Lucha Libre goddess
Weiss Schnee—A Chilling reveal
"Why thank you." —Weiss replied putting a hand over her chest—" I've been training all my life to achieve perfection."
From Tanya's point of view she was just doing a quick military clean up. Nothing personal. Us vs them. It was logical; nesesary even.
But what the heiress saw instead was her idea of Tanya shattered. Like a bullet destroying a window made of glass. The orphan girl she had just met; that orphan girl some "empire" forced her to fight for her own life was offing soldiers as easy as she mastered the skies. No regret. No hesitation. No mercy.
The huntress stared at Tanya while she executed the downed soldiers. After Tanya finished. Her expression could only be described as cold. Blank. Chilling on the inside. Her eyes would seem blank without pupils and her mouth remained motionless at the sight of Tanya. 
She didn't utter any words, because she didn't had any.
They called her the ice queen. But the kid was a lot more chill than she was to the point he didn't even care or was moved by the carnage that just occurred. Given how the kid had noticed it was still evident how he was more used to battle than he let on. The veil of mystery and how he refused to say something as simple as his name kept her wondering.
Only Tanya's invitation of flight snapped her out her trance.
"I...I...I think I'm fine," she replied to Tanya, barely able to see the major at her eyes.
Going just behind, Tanya, the heiress made glyphs in the wall, each of them formed in a straight line from the floor to the top. The huntress jumped at the wall; running in a vertical line as easy as if she was running in the floor below.
Naturally Tanya's flight was better, but that chill she felt in her spine was even stronger than any desire to fly.
edited 6th Mar '17 5:47:59 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
"It was necessary." Murmuring quietly towards the rather shocked individual in question, I sighed and did my part to put her mind to rest. "In this world, it's kill or be killed. As the intruders, we are on thin ice as is and will be subject to bullets or even torture should we be wounded but caught alive. I won't say what I did was right, but it was necessary. Should they have woken up, then everything would have been for naught and the danger to the others would have risen exponentially. You can hate me if you want to, but I'll ensure the safety and survival of this group for as long as I m capable of doing so." Unsure if this would make it through her skull, I hefted out a sigh before straightening myself back up. Coordination was key and there can be no doubts, after all hairline cracks and imperfections can send even the mightiest of structures crumbling into rubble.
The Kid though was a more stoic and professional sort, eyes sharing the same experiences that many a soldiers I knew had from their tenure. He was someone that knew of the prices one must pay for survival, of the fact that in this cruel world, it was either 'us or them'. His acceptance was a boon, respect and trust in his capabilities rising. "Wunderbar. My tip for this is to try to control your reflexes despite your body telling you there's nothing under yourself and that you should be falling." Nodding and channeling concurrent spells of 'flight' and 'illusion' at the same time before grabbing hold of the lad's hand, the two of us would be floating upwards at a steady clip even as the shell of light wave manipulation magic ensured our cover.
The flow of air from the speed resulted in a bit of a breeze, helping concentration with the chill temperature caressing across the uncovered face. Before even ten seconds passed, we were up above the battlements by a couple of feet, enough to peer into the base in question. "Now, if you were the important leader of the base, where would you be at this time of night..." Sweeping a look throughout the base in question, runic script sprang up inside of the obfuscating bubble before the third spell of 'thermal' sight was cast. Eyes now seeing in the intense shades of reds and yellows, I went about my scouting mission with aplomb.
.
And, as he so beautifully put it, "Ah, hello! You both look reasonably safe!"
Brushing some snow off his shoulder, he stuck his spear and shield into the ground and nodded to the giant scythe-wielding immortal man. "I'm afraid I was a bit stuck back there, they never told me you could steer the parachute. Getting out of that tree was a nightmare...I swear, that thing had more ropes than I have wits!"
So, despite all the blood on the ground, and the poor state of one of the two, it seemed that they had managed a successful infiltration so far. Good knowing that people have their heads on their shoulders around these parts.
Now, of course Sumireko could've just gone with the rest of the group and had loads of fun being shot at by the guards of a tyrannical madman, but she needed to ensure that someone would be around to protect the innocent children/gym leaders of the town group!
No, she wasn't scared in the least. That's damned stupid of you to think that.
Sumireko didn't even need a disguise, she was so incognito. All she did was drop the hat, gloves and cape in a neatly folded pile back at the base, and then she figured she'd be set. For once in her life, she would thank Japan's strange desire for old-fashioned school uniforms.
With all of that out of the way...Black Forest sure was pretty. Prettier than Hokkaido. Yep. Sumireko's thrilling visual inspection of the town halted when she finally picked up on something the other people in the van were saying. She asked Sabrina "Wait, this isn't your first time?"
edited 6th Mar '17 11:19:20 PM by wikkit
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Qrow - No Way to do this with Stealth, Soviet Base
It was smaller than he had expected. And with less controls.
He'd expected a building, that he could sneak inside and disable some safeties. This instead looked like a insanely powerful field generator.
But powerful meant unstable.
Cutting the wires was out, he wasn't sure his aura could protect against that much electricity. He could use his shotgun on the wires, but that would be making noise anyway.
Qrow alighted on the roof of the barracks, and after making sure he wasn't in sight of anyone, returned to his human form and opened his scroll.
"This is Qrow." he said, over KOSMOS' radio frequency. "This power plant ain't going down without some noise. When you're ready, tell me when you want it gone."
Once Qrow received said signal, he would fly down and land south of the generator, a reasonable distance away, and return to his human form. He'd pull his sword from his back, letting it extend to it's full length, and aim it at the big glowing ball in the center of the power plant.
The blade would hinge downwards with a clockwork whir, getting out of the way of the two shotgun barrels that flanked it.
He would fire both barrels once, twice, thrice... As many times as was needed, really. His shotgun had a healthy spread on it, but with a target so big, most of the pellets would still impact it, even at a hundred meters out. And they'd still have enough power in them to tear up concrete.
Perks of dust over gunpowder.
edited 7th Mar '17 5:45:17 AM by GeekCodeRed
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Dio Brando: Blushing Bara
At this juncture, a mutual mistake was made. I underestimated the power and boundaries of the shan't, and little Remilia suffered a crisis of pride so dreadful that she was compelled to commit suicide.
My wrist broke under a deceptively gentle pressure, and though I was already turning, she was already on the move herself; a flap of the wings and my shoulder was thrown from the socket, another and my feet left the ground, leaving me to dangle and glower. Banal a truth as it may be, attacks on pride wound far more efficiently than attacks on the body - What drives our kind? she'd asked me, an insult all in implication and delivery, the master and her bumbling student. An exercise in loathsome education. In the boiling hate of the moment, I felt I was being tested, prodded, deliberately and meticulously provoked, and as such rose to the occasion swinging.
Not that this was in any way accurate. In truth, I do not know what she expected to happen. I'm increasingly sure she never thought that far ahead. Spare the rod, I suppose.
In any case. As I corrected the slight, my knee impacted her cheek with a blissful cathartic crack, shattering my kneecap and her jaw in wondrous simultaneity. My shoulder popped back in along the motion, a mote of searing sensory crimson which, in any meaningful way, utterly failed to reach me. Three teeth flew east amidst a mist of blood and spittle, one a glittering broken fang.
Predictably, this knocked her from her flight and loosened her grip; I took her by the wrist as we we performed a graceless mid-air pirouette, and landed kneeling on her head. Her own wrist, too pudgy to be called dainty and possessed of a certain robust yet soft-skinned charm, I broke between finger and thumb as my own meticulously healed.
"The same thing that drives all human beings," I said, basking in a breaking wave of pettiness, "if they care to recognise it. Behave. I think I might enjoy you, little scion, but if you want to prove me wrong then you can travel with miss art and way of life."
edited 5th Mar '17 11:16:20 AM by OG-Sama