Finally, something to fill her head with other than the questions. Rhea reaches for a Poké Ball of her own... but then stops.
"... No. I don't have time to waste battling you right now."
She puts her ball away and turns her back.
rookie mistake
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Rei is not used to being either blown off for battles, or being treated as ‘’unimportant’’. He fucking seethes as Rhea drops down several levels in how he regards her.
And then I guess Rhea turning her back triggers his fucking predatory instincts, because he lunges like a feral carnivore, attempting to knock her to the ground with an angry shout.
"FUCK YOU MEAN?!"
/\。。/\Rhea is pushed back, but she remains upright and shuffles on her feet to maintain her posture. Seeing the monster within at last, she throws a meaty kick at Rei, aiming for the gonads. Hey, what else can she do to end it quickly?
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Impressively, Rei does not in fact immediately collapse screaming despite being stunned by the "ow my fucking NARDS". He freezes, takes a few shaky steps back, and then crumples to the ground.
Reprocessing, now that he's basically been forced to take a minute to think: Rei is still pissed that Rhea did not battle him, and did not give what he would think is a good reason why.
On the other hand, she did not in fact physically assault him until he lashed out first. This was a net negative.
"... S'rry."
/\。。/\Oh cool an opening to defuse the situation.
A rattled and winded Rhea says, "I... am busy... tracking... the Nobles. An incident happened... and they're scattered... around this place... and infected by a virus... that makes them hyper-aggressive. I can't waste time fighting... when I have to find the remaining six."
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Rhea actually only learned the term "virus" from Malzeno, as the word had yet to be coined in her era. She struggles to put it into words.
"I don't know how to describe a virus. It's like... a disease that spreads directly from one creature to another, like a disease you catch from a bite. In this case... it drives Pokémon mad. Makes them attack nonstop, like the frenzied state but even more aggressive."
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.""... That sounds awesome," he says with an unsettling grin. If it wasn't clear that this boy ain't right yet, this makes it obvious: the killing intent, while no longer actually directed at Rhea, is still thick enough to cut like butter. He sighs: "I'm guessing it's somehow bad for them too, though."
/\。。/\"They don't gain any strength," Rhea confirms. "It merely drives them mad with pain and causes them to lash out without restraint. They can be saved by getting rid of the things that bite them to infect them, or forcing them to drink a liquid medicine to cure it. Usually both require them to be defeated first."
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.""Balms work because we plaster them in the smell of their favorite food to calm them down. This medicine isn't a salve, and aiming for the face with every throw... Well, you and I could pull that off, but I don't know many others here who can."
Rhea stops to contemplate. "Though that could work, actually..."
"Anyway, if you do see an afflicted Noble, try not to do everything alone. I don't know the medicine recipe, it was devised by some doctor from another world. Find someone else who seems like they know what they're doing."
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."omogle
"... Wait. Shit, I knew I forgot something."
Megan traipsed up the side of the fallen dragon's skull, and reclaimed her sword, before hunting down some materials of her own — albeit, for purposes more alchemical than Reyna's intentions.
"Mph, fine. But I want the fighting to myself."
He manages to pull himself to his feet, and stretches up, cracking his back.
"We should get to training, anyways. I'll see you… Rhea."
/\。。/\genuinely, actually, how the fuck did they manage to leave on neutral terms
"..." He waves her off, before calling out his Bakphoon.
"AAROUGH!"
"Dilbert. That tree. Hellfire."
/\。。/\Pantheon
Green's grabbed by The Courier amidst her kicks. In response, she starts kicking with her free leg and "wildly" flailing her arms to strike anyone in her path whilst he uses her as a weapon, friend and foe.
But when he lets go of Green, she's let go and vaguely hears him moving his arms too. So she releases a yell of joy before she lunges to slap the beefy mailman with an electric palm
and follow it up with a headbutt.
Eve tilts her head to the side when she sees the presence talks to her, and blink, face slightly more cautious, as she simply lays her arms down to her side, against the fabric of her clothes.
Indeed, that is my name. Might I hear yours, as the étiquette would request? Eve drawls, voice blank, deciding whether or not she'll be back to a cheery tone or if she's going to be snarling out death threats.
Edited by Bolded1 on Nov 29th 2022 at 2:00:46 PM
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterLuin, Drake, Josh, Orion: "Hunter"
Luin's NEW Homestead, Tropique
Atop the porch, did she rest. She had just returned from a hunt against the Green Death, and as it was, she was much too tired to take off the damaged armor, let alone get to repairing it. And so, she leaned back in the rocking chair in her armor still, with the apple cider she had replaced her wine with in hand. She was content to stay here and rest a while, but in the Arena, one rarely gets their way.
Occasionally, some greater force will bring together multiple people in the same spot, despite being located in the middle of nowhere, whether it by fate or some serious coincidence.
Or on purpose, as was the intent of the two
◊ men
◊ who approached her homestead.
"Hello there! May I help you with something?" Is what Luin would normally say, were she entirely awake and well-rested, but she instead simply said the words "Yo. What's the deal?"
——
Dierim
"Orion. A foreign name to you, I'm sure." The figure, Orion, answered. "Fear not. You'll remember it well soon enough." With a shift of the feet, Orion zoomed towards Eve, as if about to punch her, but mere feet away from her he leapt backwards. The bound sent a slew of dirt and stone at the woman, which Orion intended to use to distract her for long enough that the blasts of energy he had just fired from his gauntlets could hit her. The figure had instantly gone into combat, having no intent of talking things out.
With great power…you know the rest.! Eve raises snow as a shield, grabbing it from a distance and lifting it in front of her, looking shocked when he bounces back. Despite being, well, snow, it endures the rocks and dirt and beams. In fact, they vanish within it, although it seems like they hit something close to a limit, because Eve is quick to discard this incredibly useful barrier by lifting it into the sky, "ripping" a large amount of snow out of the ground and flinging it at the clouds.
In fact, it does make contact with the clouds, touching them with its very tip.
Orion, you say? I have a bad memory, I might forget to add it to the epitaph! By the command of Eve's magic, the snow shapes itself into an incredibly long snow whip, blue and yellow runes and circles glowing all across its icy surface. Within it is the raw energy of Orion's beams, but lightning likewise trails across the surface, drained from the clouds above.
It's, of course, thin but incredibly long!
So I'll make this part quick! Eve slams the whip down on Orion, white tattoos running over the length of her arms as the attack come down hard upon the ground. Then, splitting it in half, she does a fancy yet fast spin twice, lashing out with the length of her whips, before snapping them forward together, with one second of delay between the blows to try to catch Orion.
Areas touched by the magical lightning snow whips's tips implode into sparking bursts of... snow.
SNOW MAGIC + DRAIN MAGIC + THIEF MAGIC + SHAPE MAGIC : WEAPON + ENHANCEMENT MAGIC
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterOrion was hit multiple times by the attack, not caring to avoid as though he were gauging her strength.
"Perhaps it's just the spur of the moment speaking, but… I could have sworn you hit harder the next time we battled."
The current Orion vanished, a slightly scratched and chipped Orion from a few moves into the future appearing behind Eve as he unleashed a flurry of kicks at the woman's back, before he, too, disappeared; replaced again with the past/current Orion who stood where he had prior to the attack.
In his hands was a spear that he threw at Eve, but if the thrown weapon were to connect with her body, it'd simply disappear. There were no consequences to being hit by it-not yet.
With great power…you know the rest.Tighnari
He didn't know how to feel about being known again, the raven haired man grumbling as he moved to walk out of her sight, yet still engaging with her as he circled her. The Silent People did not seem to appreciate her presence, one speaking up to Tighnari, and there she heard them speak. And it was odd, creaking like a doors, yet it sounded like it came from deep within them. The softest and creepiest of bellows. And yet it was, unintelligible to her. Almost just chittering background noise.
"Sav da has han, ra kerill. Das da dan man re azu pelle Sava'tun?"
"She wishes to parley... Yet not with us yes? Will you be fine on your own with the blue haired woman?"
Tighnari rolled his shoulders, entering her line of sight again as he nodded no to them, speaking back in their tongue.
"Ne ta fah. Il yur hak."
"I believe I know why. Still stay here."
He coughed and looked back to her, Boeing before her.
"Once a Warden, now an Invoker. I possesses a deep understanding, unfortunately mind you, of the art of war. Why do you seek a vanguard, and may you tell me your name?"
Operation Shartershrine
| Good one Reyn :) |
Cryoph would speak up and address their points one at a time, though did seem pleased in Aki's answer.
"Think less leaders and more ambassadors. Aki had spent time with the Greenskins. Wurrzag, Skarnsnik, and Of course Rotgut are our allies... But Wurrzag says Grimgor would never aid us in a way that alligned with The Vanguard. He is a creature of war after all... They all are."
He sounded somber in saying that. As if he knew exactly why that was. The few skinks that joined with them were surveying the land, and a few barked to Aki, motioning for him to get low. And in the process he saw it... Well, anyone else that looked over would too. The track of a greenskin. A Kruleboy most likely judging by the nail prints in the soil and size. The skink spoke up, putting it's finger into the red earth.
"Haven't been here for long... Still wet like shore soil. Though not quite fresh for it to be mud."
Cryoph remembered what Sebastien said, as the rangers and lancer could now track the prints of the Greenskins as it led to one of the coppery peaks above.
"We're too young in operations to see if this will be permanent. Knowing these guys... Kruleboyz and Hobgoblins are obsessed with riches. And destruction. A huge risk in the arena. Where people fight so casually, it could fuel their rituals. So if they set up ritual spots, in surplus like they usually do in thee conditions... We can be dealing with some Dragon Ogors... And a very angry Dragon Ogor God."
Edited by ArbiterOfTheBog on Nov 30th 2022 at 12:36:26 PM
Awawa

"Well, at least we agree other people can be a pain."
Oh, poor Rhea. You have no idea how deep it goes.
She doesn't ask what Rei thinks of... y'know, anyone else. Why bother asking questions if the answers don't matter to your goals?
Why bother? Why does she want to ask?
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."