Potok (Emi) and (Shuka)
The two girls follow the two goons down the alleyway, and they quickly duck behind a corner when they see that there are even more guys up ahead.
"I think we should transform now...!"
"Yeah...!"
With that, the two girls hold their hands out towards each other, and begin to glow behind the corner.
"Magical Girl Emi!"
"Card Fairy Shuka!"
"The Blaster Pair is here!"
"The Blaster Pair is here!"
When the glowing subsides, they're suddenly in completely different outfits, frillier ones! Emi is holding a long staff with a red gem at the tip while Shuka is holding a pink tome with a purple design on it.
Remaining in their hiding place, Shuka picks out a card from her binder.
"Let's see if they can handle him! Ready, Emi?"
"Yeah, ready...!"
The two girls step out from their hiding place, and Shuka quickly throws the card towards Emi's staff.
"Elemental Calling!"
Emi then lowers the staff...
"Realize!"
A large blast of light is released from the red jewel on the blade, and the blast hits an innocuous place on the ground (Although the pressure from the blast may still have through some enemies off guard).
When the light ceases, a knight clad in white armor appears, wielding a large, white sword. He stands firm, readying his blade as he eyes the opponents before him, struggling to contain the riding hound.
"Haaa!"
The knight charges forth with his blade, ready to strike at the nearest one (Presumably one of the ones that was dealing with the riding hound).
Emi and Shuka, meanwhile, try to duck behind their corner again when the presumed gunfire starts. After all, they're magical girls, not bulletproof!
Edited by CrystalMemoria on Dec 29th 2020 at 2:51:28 PM
Your Lord And Savior
Peculiar...outside it almost smelled like...
”Humans...”
Haise would point outside in the general direction of the smell.
”Oustide. Two more further down...what is that?”
Haise would pick up yet another smell, this time not as human as the others. This one smelled vaguely...magical.
I am become dubstep, destroyer of taste
AKA Nixer
Hinata – The Woods
“G...Gomen! I didn't mean... u-um...! Hinata squeaked as she was suddenly hauled upright, staggering a moment before she regained her footing and began to anxiously poke her index fingers together in front of herself; cheeks burning like a wildfire. “I-I meant thank you for sticking through all this for your family a-and leading us here! I-I... I know you were scared at points, Musztardy-san, so... th-that's what I meant...!”
She seemed to shuffle away from C.C. after this, almost hiding behind some of the others instead, as she'd practically gone beetroot red from the attention. Quietly, she began taking inventory even if it was only to calm herself down. She wondered how useful she would've been as a medic-nin instead...
Tsunade of the Sannin was a medic. Then again... I'm nothing like her...
bork
Deliverer of Chaos
Potok
"More humans..." Damar thought out loud before realization of just what more humans en route actually meant. "Damn it, we just handled this bunch..." Sighing, he charged up his pistol once more, and moved towards the back of the room.
"Well then..." the Cardassian began. "It looks like we'll just have to get ready for Round Two."
Blue-collar mad scientist, at your service!
Potok
A surly-looking man
◊ walks into town. Around his wait is a tail-like belt...wait, that's an actual tail!
...He's a Saiyan, wearing the broken but distinctive armor of Frieza's Army.
"Friggin' headaches...stupid useless-ass psychic powers..."
The man doesn't visibly have much on him, but he carries himself like a soldier. He's scanning the surrounding buildings like he's looking for something, or someone. There are faint traces of almost-fully-healed burns on his arms and face, like he'd recently escaped from a raging inferno.
Saiyans are known to raid places in squads, but this guy is alone...
The man turns his head towards the sounds of combat from the alleyway...
“...Yeah...a fight’s about what I need right now. Hello, misplaced aggression...”
Those in the alleyway see a tall, muscular SAIYAN OKAY...heading towards them.
Edited by ZodanTheUnbounceable on Dec 31st 2020 at 10:25:45 AM
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Shoto was more than aware that he wasn't good at riddles, but being laughed at was embarrassing. It was hard to tell from the outside, other than him slightly withdrawing. Still, it left him completely unprepared for when one of the creatures almost attacked and was stopped.
In the end, he was just watching, dumbfounded as everything seemed to be resolved. When the prisoners were pushed in front of them, he jumped over to help free them from their restraints and muttered, "we should leave before they find some reason to try and attack again."
By then, the strange woman grabbed Hinata to pull her out of a bow. As soon as he spotted that, he made sure to stand between the two, shooting C.C. a glare as he guarded Hinata.
It was easy for Leah to hear Tetra make her order, and she decided to leave her to it. If there was anyone she trusted to make her own decisions, it was her.
Probably said a lot about the kind of people Leah knew that the child was the most competent, but it was too late for that.
Just as well, she heard a throat being cleared in her direction. As her eyes landed on the stranger beckoning them over, she shot one curious look at Tetra before finishing off her drink in one big gulp.
Wiping her mouth on the back of her hands, she announced, "hold my seat for me," before heading over to see what was going on there.
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Glory to Arachnos
"More tresspassers, huh? Well, they'll learn their lessson very very soon!" Kled started to get up on Skaarl, as he glanced at the direction Haise pointed.
If they survived such horrendeous, terrifying and wonderful battles likes the Battle of Durn, then some "tactician" tresspassers are truly no match for him at all! He'll show them what happens when you mess with Imperius Lord Regent Kled!
Oh wow, up close and not being a dragon right now, that thing is super creepy. Looks like there's a huge reason why cats don't smile.
And Ms. Short? Really? Almost sounds like Brad coming up with that one.
"Too uh....early for marriage ideas, but i'm in a relationship with this cool, awesome girl named Rose! Met her on the school I'm on and we've been on love ever since!" The Doppelganger Jake explained to Cheshire with a smile.
Have to excluded the other details like she was once part of a group of genocidal assassins and she also tried to kill him before she knew what he actually was, but hey, she left them behind, and he has to play the part of a normal non magical teen.
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say old geezer." Jake said in the distance as the guy on bridge kept on being a nagging idiot. Ugh.
Tetra seemed to go off without him and do her own thing...which was getting drunk. Oh wow. That sure is something. Not sure if he could get away with getting drunk. In his human form, he doubts it as maybe the people would scold him, but maybe he could get away with asking for one in his dragon form. Gramps would be screamings things at him like alcohol weakens your sanity and mind, and tea is better, and that sort of stuff.
He glanced at the people gathered around the bar, before he walked to where Ahriman, Jibril and Alastor were speaking, giving a glance at the demon.
"Is he gonna stick with us or something? From what you said he is like, he seems like bad news." The dragon asked Ahriman.
Edited by Darkomega245 on Jan 3rd 2021 at 7:01:48 AM
-Spider Lizard Noises-
AKA Nixer
Alice – Koczma Tavern
“Rose? Hmm, that's a lovely name...” Alice lifted her head a fraction, humming thoughtfully a moment before giving Jake a nod and a pleased smile. “Well! Sounds like you've got a lot of things together overall! And to think you were just standing there out in the middle of nowhere. What are the chances?”
“Well, depending on how loud he shouted, I imagined quite high.”
“I meant the principle of it, Cat.”
“In that case, what was the principle of you standing around like that in the first place? Must be a story between before and then.”
“I... was wondering that myself.”
bork
Pluck
Jibril just shrugged. "It is perhaps the best thing. I certainly wouldn't make such a deal. As my sisters might suggest, it is not one's place to desire for more than what your creator designed you for. Part of this wisdom is not corrupting your existence." She looked at Jake but had nothing to say about the topic. Whether Alastor stayed or not wouldn't change her situation.
Potok
Usalia relaxed for a moment, sighing. There was still more to go and it wouldn't be good to be completely strung up as this ordeal continued. Usalia's ears twitched before she spoke. "Damar... I think someone is doing something with your dog, plip!"
Potok
Bardock, knowing there's at least a fight going on but having zero context for who's involved in it, decides to make himself known with traditional Saiyan grace and decorum.
"Haaaaa!"
...by loudly yelling and powering up in full earshot of anybody nearby. Those sensitive to energy or anything of that nature will feel the sudden spike near the alleyway. Even without that, Bardock's voice was probably loud enough to be heard regardless.
{C'mon, gimme something here - got a lotta misplaced rage and nothing to take it out on.}
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Deliverer of Chaos
Kocsma Tavern
Ahriman looked at Jake and sighed.
"It'd be no use trying to drive him off. Once Alastor has set his mind on joining up with you, the only way he'll leave is on his own terms. All you really can do is not make a deal with him." Then he heard what Jibril had to say about these recent developments, he glared at her for a few seconds. Then, he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. And this is why the Flugel will never amount to anything more than being Artosh's pets... he telepathically messaged Jake.
Potok
Damar's face went ashen as he heard Usalia mention that the approaching soldiers were heading for his riding hound.
"Saltek..." he began, now seriously debating setting his pistol to "kill". "Hang in there, boy. We'll come get you as soon as this fight is over." he said, unaware of either the two magical girls or the powered-up Saiyan who were both en route.
Blue-collar mad scientist, at your service!
Potok (Emi) and (Shuka)
The two girls are still hanging out behind the corner of the alley, watching Blaster Blade take his first strike...
At least until Bardock starts his shouting, in which case the two girls actually cover their ears initially at it.
"Ehhh?!"
"What the— That guy's really loud!"
Even Blaster Blade seems to acknowledge Bardock's presence, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the mysterious figure who has arrived.
Friend or foe...?
However, he can't pay too much attention to Bardock because he's in the thick of it, and instead switches his attention back to the guys he's trying to deal with.
Toa of Anarchy
The summoned knight caught one of the agents by surprise, almost knocking him off his feet, but he quickly righted himself and grappled with it, trying to prize off the armour. The rest of the agents abandoned their target of Saltek and took position behind walls and garbage cans, weapons drawn. Then Bardock made a noisy entrance, and quickly gave the jittery agents a target, with most of the resulting blasts of energy being aimed in his direction.
Meanwhile, the conscious agents still in the dark room were starting to get their wind back, and struggled with the restraints being placed upon them.
"Aw, it's okay, Miss Hyuga, I get what you mean," said Musztardy. "I can't thank any of you enough either. Now c'mon, let's get out of here quick before something else happens."
As the party began their exit from the dark part of the woods, Musztardy made sure to introduce his family to the rescuers. There was his father, Octu Butelka, a kindly little man with tiny spectacles, a deep purple tunic, dark brown breeches and a cap as white as his bushy beard. His mother, Soli, was a silver haired woman with rosy cheeks, in a sky-blue dress and white apron. Lastly was his uncle, Pieprzu d'Moynek, a marginally taller little man with clothes in varying shades of brown, black flecks of hair in his white beard, and a suspicious glare that he constantly regardeded his rescuers with.
"And you're sure you're alright?" Musztardy was asking, as they passed through the area of the elf ambush. "The spirits didn't hurt you, did they?"
"Depends what you mean by 'hurt'," remarked Uncle Pieprz.
"Oh, but it was awful," said the mother. "They had us strung up in the trees with our shoes and socks off, and then they tickled us so that we were laughing half to death!"
"And considering the rusalka," said the father, "That's no exagerration."
The hairy builder stared vacantly at the coin for a moment, as though mesmerised by the gleam. Finally, he shrugged and went "Esh, this should be funny. Hey barkeep, you got any of them watchacallit, ipro-cah?" This got his a couple of taunting "ooo"s and "oh la-de-da"s, but in the end, he got a glass of something that might have been iprocas, and discreetly passed it down to Tetra.
Meanwhile, Leah followed the spindly woman to a table where two men were seated- a grizzled, muscular redhead in a white shirt and black apron, and what might have been a hylian man, only terribly hunched and bald, with a face only a mother could love.
The red-haired man spat out a wad of chewed tobacco, and slammed it down on the table, making the hunched man jump. "You new here, girl?" He asked. "Don't answer that. We ain't seen you 'round here before, an' Gizela Grakowski here," he gestured to the woman, "...wanted to be the first to tell ya NOT to stick around."
The spindly woman spoke in a low, shaky tone. "If you're wise, madam, you'll leave this place at once. There are few safe places left to hide, and Rod only knows if what fortifications we have would last against...it."
Potok
"You kidding me?"
Having experience with opponents who channel energy, Bardock goes about backhanding several of the blasts away, aiming to return them to the assailants who fired them in the first place.
"Nice trick, my turn!"
Bardock channels a large sphere of energy in his right fist before also hurling that in their direction, the ball (modestly) exploding on impact.
"Die!"
...Emi, Shuka, better hope this random lone Saiyan is on your side!
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Potok (Emi) and (Shuka)
Emi and Shuka watch as Blaster Blade struggles with the agent.
"Go, Blaster Blade!"
"You can do it!"
Blaster Blade struggles against the agent's attempt to prize his armor, attempting to smack the agent in the head with his ridiculously-sized sword.
Emi and Shuka also find their attention turning to Bardock and his batting away of the blasts.
"Whoa!"
"T-That guy's really strong...!"
Just who is that guy...?! Thankfully he seems to be targeting the agents and not them, but it's still scary seeing someone so strong!
AKA Nixer
Hinata – The Woods
Hinata had flushed slightly upon noting Shoto coming to her defense, and she decided to stick right by him from then on, sensing a mix of both Kiba and Shino in his behaviour. Listening politely to Musztardy's relatives as they recounted their ordeal, she merely smiled at them in a rather befuddled manner as she instinctively scrunched up her toes at the thought of it. She was suddenly concerned as to why ninja typically wore sandals instead of boots now, but she soon shook off this train of thought.
Still... it was hardly the worst torture she could imagine having to endure—at least compared to the horrific rumours surrounding Konoha's own Interrogation Division (she shuddered at the mere thought of them)—but if their words were to be trusted, the psotnika likely made it the worst by their very nature. So she still offered her sympathies, even if she was a little confused.
”That sounds really um... a-awful. Are you sure all okay, though? Nothing's sore from the binds...?” she asked them—genuinely not remembering if she'd asked them before or not out of sheer concern. “I-I'm sure if we find some place to stop and rest later on I can help cook you something warm...? F-For everyone, too...” she added, wringing her hands in front of herself and ducking her head shyly as they walked.
“...I-I wonder how the others are doing...”
bork
Shoto was more than happy to leave the rusalka behind, even if part of him felt bad. They hadn't done anything to stop the next group of travelers from getting abducted, but he couldn't very well suggest starting a fight just because. Self-defense was one thing, but being an aggressor wouldn't be noble.
The introductions were made and apparently the situation was not as bad and much worse than he was expecting. Tickle torture, seemed cruel if he had to guess, not that anyone had been so gentle with him as far as he could remember.
"Rest would probably be wise, once we're as far away from the rusalka as possible," he said, "if you are feeling unwell, though, you can ride my horse if you need to. I'm fine walking."
He hummed at Hinata's concern and shrugged, "I doubt there's much trouble they could get up to in town. They're probably just shopping and keeping Kled from causing too much trouble."
Leah's eyes darted back and forth between the gathered people and waited for some explanation. Fortunately, they weren't expecting her to talk much, so she could just wait until things made sense.
"It?" she repeated, "the monster, you mean? The one that killed some people and livestock? I've heard a bit about it. Not much other than that there's some people from Atlantis here to deal with it."
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Pluck
Jibril just crossed her arms and pouted. "At this rate I would never get to learn of the follies of dealing with a demon like him." Jibril lazily spun in the air. "You know, I do not want to make a deal for corrupted power, but if there was one of my sisters that would be tempted, it would be me to do it. I am The Irregular." Jibril smiled, "Even my sisters wouldn't threaten you with 'You know, I may just make a deal. To see what its like!' like I might." Even as she spoke it, Jibril knew that it was more bluff than substance. It'd be at least a few hundred years before she might be tempted enough to try it, presumably after having fine tuned her understanding of the soul.
Jibril put a finger to her cheek. "Perhaps that is why you are here, Alastor? Knowing that I may be the only Flügel susceptible to corruption? My sisters would explode their Rite before allowing it."
Deliverer of Chaos
Potok
Upon hearing the captured agents start to struggle, Damar turned around and fired another salvo of stun blasts at them, hoping to keep them quiet for just a bit longer. He then looked out of the window, just to make sure that Saltek was unharmed... and was completely taken by surprise when he saw that the enemy agents had completely abandoned his riding hound for some unknown reason.
"It seems something has got our new 'friends' distracted..." he told Kled, Usalia, and Haise, all the while setting the beam setting on his pistol to "kill". "I'm going to go check it out... " And as the Cardassian set foot outside the door, he beheld one of the strangest sites he'd ever seen. The agents had their attention divided between two targets. The first, was some kind of spectral knight who seemed to be under the command of two young human girls... at least, he assumed they were human. The second target, on the other hand, was a muscular man with unusually spiky hair, wearing... Damar did a double-take. Wearing the armor given out to soldiers of Frieza's empire... but incredibly beat-up. He then took a glance at the man's waist, and saw a fur-covered tail wrapped around it. By the gods... a Saiyan was here? But why was his armor so worn? And why was he alone? Damar shook his head, deciding that these were questions for another time. After all, the two girls and the Saiyan were possible allies - "enemy of my enemy", and all that - and he needed all the allies he could get. So, he aimed his pistol at one of the agents firing at the Saiyan, and pulled the trigger...
Kocsma Tavern
Ahriman just stood stunned as the words came out of Jibril's mouth. She honestly thought that the best way to learn about the folly of making contracts with a demon... was fisthand experience? He had to admit, that was... a new one. After a few seconds of just standing there (with the occasional tiny lightning bolt arcing its way out of his eyes and hitting nothing in particular before fading into oblivion a fraction of a second later), he regained his composure.
"I assure you, Jibril..." he began, his voice now noticeably deeper, and with a slight metallic tone to it. "You will have many chances to witness the folly of such pacts in the near future..."
Blue-collar mad scientist, at your service!
Pluck
Jibril perked up, flapping her wings once as she straightened ignoring Ahriman's change in mood. "Oh good! Are you implying such beings would be found in Chaos directly? Ahh, but I want to see it from start to finish. Not just the end product."
Jibril gestured to herself, "After all, I seek knowledge. Witnessing dark pacts; being able to see the way the magic flows and changes first hand would allow me to study that memory. Ehehehe Once I've learned of how it works surely I will figure out how to manipulate the pattern in a pact to alter it to my advantage. Or I could perhaps figure out how to best apply my divine power to unravel a pact from the grip of a soul. Only seeing the end result... would give me an insufficient data set."
Jibril moaned in complaint. "If I had my full power at hand I could just throw enough power out to solve any mortal problem. I suppose it's easier to learn with artificial challenge imposed upon me, at least."
Gandalf
Gandalf walked with the party away from the forest clearing. He nodded politely when Musztardy introduced his family in turn. As they continued through the area of elf ambush, he walked up next to C. C. "So, I would hope you have a nobler reason for being here than to terrify the more timid members of our Company and to see the Hyuga bought down."
He spoke with the stern tone of a family elder admonishing a wayward youngster.
Deliverer of Chaos
Kocsma Tavern
"While the pursuit of knowledge is an admirable goal..." Ahriman began, his voice reverting to its previous, refined tone. "The means by which you seek to obtain this knowledge are absurd - especially since they involve him." he glared at Alastor again. "Besides... in the Realm of Chaos, time is so warped, that you should be able to see many such pacts being made, as well as their eventual disastrous ends."
Blue-collar mad scientist, at your service!
The Ice Queen
Woods
Caitlin couldn't help but sigh with relief as Mustardzy was finally reunited with his family. Though she hadn't said much, the experience had clearly been nerve-racking for her; she definitely had reasons to dislike having her body be forced to do things without her consent.
Still, she couldn't let such personal biases prevent her from being polite. No, she supposed she at least owed the green-haired woman who'd come to their aid a thank you.
"Thanks for getting us out of that situation back there," she muttered. "I...really don't think we could have succeeded without you." Please don't say 'you look familiar', please don't say 'you look familiar'...'
Transcender of Gender
Pluck - Kocsma Tavern
Tetra eagerly took the glass of drink from the builder, replacing it with her coin and an appreciative tap of her hand against his wrist. "Good man! Take that and enjoy another round on me." With that she ducked away from the group, keeping the drink close to her chest and her back to the barkeep as she followed Leah over to the table occupied by three strangers. Once out of the barkeep's immediate eyeline, Tetra brought the glass to her lips and chugged back a hearty mouthful.
"Haaah!" The sweetness and spice (the latter a little more than she was expecting) was especially refreshing after suffering the day through a heatwave. She put the drink atop the table and hiked herself up into a seat, boosting her from just barely skirting the edge. "A monster?" she asked Leah, having only caught the tail-end of the conversation. "Well, you've learned about something much more interesting than I have. Care to fill me in?"
She put an elbow on the wood and rested her head atop it, eyeing the smudge of tobacco the redhead had left. "Or do we have a problem there?"
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
Pluck, Kocsma Tavern
Tetra fought back a childish grin as her bribe managed to hook one of the men into hearing her out. Careful to keep the muscular man between herself and the bar, Tetra cocked her head in consideration before she replied. "My poison of choice is a sweet ipocras, though you're as lucky as a vampire in a slaughterhouse if you can ever get a decent brand of it. Otherwise, a metheglin will do me- scurvy-grass is the best for flavouring, but I take what I can get."
She continued to hold out the drachmae to him, tilting her hand ever-so-slightly so that the dull metal caught the tavern's light. Her attention, in turn, was caught by the old woman who seemed eager to share a word. Well, not before Tetra had something warm to wash away the hassle of the day. Her eyes flickered to the woman for only a moment before they returned to the builder.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob