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[Ploegy]

♦ Poppi ♦ The Cheerful ♦
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♦ Unknown ♦ Female ♦ Xenoblade ♦ Sky Fighter ♦ Tagged: Cloudrunner ♦

Swinging her legs back and forth, she quiet watched the sparring before her though it seemed a bit over the top for a simple sparring session. It almost seemed like they were trying to harm one another. Then again it was a bit hard for her to analyze the situation. Having seen enough, the artificial blade pushed herself to her feet and began to make her way away from the training grounds. There wasn't much she could learn from this all. The fighting styles present were very different than her own and though it was nice to observe how her new comrades fought, she didn't want to end up getting brought into their sparring somehow. Humming softly to herself as she walked, until her gaze came upon a bird-like figure. Halting, she blinked a few times recalling that she had seen the other a few times before. From her place he looked a bit sad or at least lost in thought. She could never fully gauge these things. "Excuse me," she finally spoke up. She didn't want to take him by surprise but it didn't seem that he was paying much attention. "Are you alright?"

[Organ]

Lynx • Male • Skyrim • tags: Ulquiorra Cifer • Slayer

Giving himself time to think, Lynx used extra precaution as to not make anyone mad at him, of course lynx has always been at caution, not just now. Being just as confused of why we are all here, he decided not to ask why, no one knows why. Still, he got back to Ulquirra's question. Knowing he didn't need anything from him, was a good thing. Not knowing someones temper, not so much. So he used his words very wisely.


"No, I don't need anything from you in peticular, just not used to not tinvaak with someone" realizing that he spoke another language, he immediately corrected himself "uh, my bad... I believe that word that you don't know is talking.. Please excuse my wording." He bowed his head as he was taught to do for as respect. Even if he didn't like somone, such as his sibling, he would still have to respect them.

[InfectedHau]

Risyn||35||Worsen||Death Knight||Tagged: Geralt, Ame

Something pinged off Risyn's sword, deflecting it into the ground and staggering her sideways. The runeforged blade built deep into the loose gravel, and only came loose after a rather undignified bit of struggling. That wasn't just some stray pebble. Someone had thrown that.

Confused and irritated, the Death Knight's head whipped around, eyes scanning the training field for the culprit. She found it in a hooded figure a short ways away, watching their match with a wry smile. "D'you mind?" she asked, glaring daggers at the newcomer. "We were sort of in the middle of something."

[Wormgod]

♦ Robin ♦ The Tactician ♦
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♦ 22 ♦ Male ♦ FE: 13 ♦ Leader ♦ Tagged: Ashirah ♦

"Fair enough," he responded. Even if she did use her full strength the burns wouldn't be something new to him though he flames might be different than those he dealt with in the past. He had been caught in other mage's flames plenty of times. Maybe he had higher tolerance to such given the fact that he was supposed to be the one to inherit Grima's power and become a god. Such a power would have been useful now though losing himself completely to Grima's will wouldn't have them in a good place. If only such power could have been controlled and used for their benefit. He hadn't told anyone that he had been looking into trying to get his brand to reappear to possibly use such a power if the situation became dire enough. If it did ever come to that they'd have to kill him as soon as their mission was finished to assure that he didn't kill them all in the process.

Finding himself drifting too far into his thoughts again, the tactician snapped from his brief daze and quickly shrugged his cloak off. As often as he wore it in battle, he saw no reason to wear it now. He didn't even bother to grab the tomes from its pockets either. During his time in this place he had managed to learn his magic without his tomes being directly in hand. As long as they were close enough, he'd be able to use the magic. Besides, he had spent years memorizing the spells within their pages and quickly uttering them had become natural to him.

Allowing his eyes to look back toward the woman before him, he briefly studied her weapon noting that he had to avoid getting hit by it at all costs. Easier said then done. Lifting a hand, Robin readied himself. Without either of his swords this would certainly prove to be an interesting fight. "I am ready whenever.

♦ White ♦ The Dreamer ♦
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♦ 16 ♦ Female ♦ Pokespe ♦ Citizen ♦ Tagged: The Judge ♦

"But are we really safe when those things are basically sitting on our doorstep? I know I'm not doing anything to fight back against them, but I have my own reason...." she trailed off as her gaze dropped to her lap. What if she was able to awaken the light stone? Would Black even be freed or would Reshiram be the only thing that was? The legendary certainly would prove to be a useful ally and maybe then she would join the army with its help. The creature would at least be able to stand up to the size of the beasts and that was something she knew would be beneficial. But would it even listen to her commands? Its rightful trainer was Black and if he was lost for good then could she actually control it? Then again if she could awaken the legendary then she was already deemed worthy of being its trainer much like Black had. "Anyways, I thought the army goes out past the forcefield and tries to fight those things. Is that not true?" She had heard of such happening which was why she had kept her distance from it all. Maybe she had been wrong about it all but if they didn't try to fight back against them then what were they doing? There were plenty of questions she had though she bit her tongue.

((Sorry for the lack of coding. I am on mobile.))

Ashirah held Trueflame in her right hand and pulled her shield off her back and into her left hand; something she had done a thousand times by now. She took her stance as Robin announced he was ready. Ashirah stood with her feed apart, legs bent, ready to run or jump in any direction if need be. She wasn't as fast as some of their troops, especially the ones in light armor, but she was no tank.

Ashirah took a deep breath and let it go. Suddenly she sprung forward and trust at Robin, aiming for his middle.


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The Judge glanced down again at his paw, pretending to look for some misplaced fuzz or ruffled fur so to hide his drooping smile. Why, it might almost look like he 'cared' if that ever-present grin dropped! But of course, White's question hit the nail on the head with the Judge's current predicament.

"Perhaps, perhaps not. The force field has held thus far. What reason have we to believe it will collapse if it has not already? As for the beasts...that is another matter."

The cat looked up again, his face composed once more. He leaned forward and sprung onto the bench. Now atop his makeshift throne, the Judge felt secure, "Riddle me this, my hominid companion: in all the missions us soldiers make beyond our glowing prison, have the numbers of the beasts visibly decreased? Yes, they may diminish for a time, but the damnable things always replenish. We are like an elephant trying to squash an anthill.

[AuraDragoness]

Holly // Hawk Laguz // Female // FE: 6 & 7 // Slayer // Location: Training Grounds // Tagged: Edward

Holly shrugged at Edward's comment about how her kind could be hated, "Eh, according to those actually involved it was mainly a race thing; though fear was also a contributing factor since someone turning into a giant bird, feline, or dragon with little effort is probably pretty intimidating."

Her eyes then went wide in awe at the display the boy before her showed, even if the explanation behind his 'alchemy' was hard for her to understand, "That is...wow." is all she could say, "I didn't ever think something like that was even possible!" she paused for a moment before continuing, "Can every human in your realm do this 'alchemy' thing?"
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Cloudrunner // Archaeopteryx/Bird hybrid// Male // OC // Sky Fighter // Location: Near Training Grounds // Tagged: Poppi

Cloudrunner perked up at the new voice and turned his head to the direction it had come from, his eyes meeting those of a girl, he'd never really talked to anyone as of yet save brief sentences and in battle. Still, he wasn't rude and replied to the newcomer, "Oh, hello there" said telepathically with a smile, "I didn't see you approach, my apologies. Don't worry though, I'm alright; was just thinking."

He briefly recalled who this girl was, he'd seen her before, but only in the distance. Come to think about it, he never really got to know many of his fellow comrades but since he wasn't doing anything and the day had been clam so far, why not start now?

"I guess I should probably introduce myself huh?" he began, "My name is Cloudrunner, who might you be?"

[senpai.]

geralt of rivia | the witcher | location - training grounds | tagged - Risyn, Ame

Geralt rose an inquisitive eyebrow as he watched the inferno of fire consume Risyn's icy blast, shrouding her in its baleful mebrace. When she didn't even flinch, despite the second and third degree burns that appeared on her skin...well, the Witcher couldn't stop the impressed scoff that left his throat. This woman....she was damned strong. Even Yenn couldn't match his signs power-for-power whenever he got somewhat serious, and that woman was magnificent in everything she put her mind to. Sure, the sorceress' technical prowess exceeded his own, but still...to exceed Yennefer in raw magical strength was amazing, and Risyn was more than up to the task.

As the last of the ghouls melted away in the fire, their bodies fading away into dust, Geralt tilted his head, watching Risyn perform yet another spell with her sword - the telltale runes glowing with ghastly power. At first, he didn't notice anything happen...until the smell of decay and disease began to filter into his sensitive nostrils. "...A plague? Really?" He muttered in surprise, his voice loud and clear due to the silence of the clearing. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Of course, he didn't bother telling her that he was completely immune to diseases. It was pretty clear, seeing as how he casually unleased a small burst of Igni from his left palm, blazing away the grass. "Impressive..." He turned his gaze up, only to smirk once he saw that Risyn had cleared the distance between them, her massive blade mid-swing. Aerondight became a blur as he made to parry-

Only to stop mid-swing as a pebble slammed into Risyn's weapon, sending it careening to the side, and embedded into the stone gravel. Smoothly twisting with his own momentum, Geralt easily found the perp with unnatural accuracy, his silver sword glinting in the sunlight as he bemusedly aimed the tip of the sword towards them.

He didn't really expect to see a young-looking girl in a hood, watching from a far.

"In the middle of you getting your ass kicked..." Geralt muttered dryly in response to Risyn's annoyed statement, amusement clear in his smirk. His gaze became more serious as he returned his attention to the hooded person, his lips tilting downwards into a frown. "Although...I didn't know that our Leader allowed kids to fight in this war." His gruff tone showed just what he thought about that.

Obviously, the century-old Witcher didn't know that the hooded girl was over eighteen - how could he, with her short stature and youthful appearance? Although, to be fair, even Risyn was quite young in his eyes, despite her middle age.

[parker;]

ame kemono ○ 21 ○ healer ○ female ○ tagged: risyn, geralt

Getting in their way? The mentalist couldn't help but allow a wry smile to appear on her face. The man's comment only allowed it to grow, a soft chuckle muffled by a piece of fabric to avoid breathing in whatever it was that had been burned. It smelled like flesh, flesh along with death. She'd grown accustom to the later, either having to deal with funeral pyres of sort or simply decomposing corpses on what felt like a weekly, if not daily basis.

The second comment resulted in a quick glare, ignoring the girl and aiming directly at the man as she growled, "What makes you think I'm just some dumb kid?" Her words were laced with poison, cruel and unforgiving. She'd been through much more than some kid, she'd sacrificed more than some kid. All of this, and yet some old mage had the audacity to claim that she wasn't supposed to be here. "And if I am just some kid then what exactly is it you want me to do? Hide and beg for mercy once your bones break and whatever might you show now has been drained for your body... or perhaps they'll be more creative... maybe they'll crack open your head and consume whatever grey mass is inside."

With that Ame stood, her fingers tracing along the ground as she growled, "I'm here because I'm more than some kid, and if you value your life then I'd suggest that you treat me with a bit more respect." Her ears were flat against her head, eyes glowing with a dim light under the shadows cast by her garment. Lifting her chin she turned her attention back to the girl and flatly said,
"And I wasn't getting in the way, I was preventing you for forcing me to do more work."

She marched over to Rysin, ignoring her opponent before touching the girl's face. Dead skin began flaking off, wounds closed, and within moments the only reminder of the wound was the soot blanketing her face. She then turned around, a force pushing the witcher aside as she bent down to examine the ground. There didn't seem to be any residue left my either spell, or so to speak there was nothing more interesting than ash.

[senpai.]

geralt of rivia | the witcher | location - training grounds | tagged - Risyn, Ame

Yikes. Obviously his little comment struck a nerve.

Geralt's frown slowly twisted into a dry, wry grimace as the hooded girl tore into him with her words, the Witcher absently scratching the fluffy whiteness of his beard as he listened to her spiel. He didn't call her a dumb kid, firstly, and he'd only said that because he had no interest in watching a child die again...but she seemed to be on a roll, so he kept silent, merely watching. Honestly, he'd gotten hit with much more hurtful stuff whenever Ciri went on her own teenage angst rampages, so this was mostly amusing. Maybe he should apologize once she was done...? But...nah, she thought he insulted her. Any apology would probably be brushed aside. And she just threatened him. Daaaamn.

Kitty has claws.

And he still sucked at avoiding confrontation with his words.

His grimace shifted into a small smirk at the thought.

"...Feisty." He reponded dully once her tirade finally ended, quirking an eyebrow when a force pushed against his body. Stepping backwards with the annoying push, Geralt idly returned his gaze to Risyn, watching as the stranger healed the burns. "I guess the fight was a draw, then?" He got a few good hits off on her, and she on him. His eyes turned down towards his frost-bitten arm, the reminder of pain causing him to grunt in annoyance. Geralt rose up the sleeve of his leather armor, wincing slightly as skin peeled off from the frost burns. "Nothing some Swallow can't fix." With a low click of the tongue, Geralt reached into a side pouch, pulling out a dark red potion.

Without hesitation, he downed it.

[InfectedHau]

Risyn||35||Worsen||Death Knight||Tagged: Geralt, Ame

Risyn responded to the healing with an irritated jerk of her head. It didn't sting as much as it did when her priest friend healed her, but she still didn't like the feeling. Undead had their own ways of healing, other people's magic generally did more harm than good. She didn't feel the sting of the Light in this particular spell, though. "Suppose it was," she said, "You're pretty tough, for a human. That sword of yours is right nasty, I don't think I've ever seen the like." Not even Ashbringer, quite possibly the most holy sword she'd ever seen, had felt quite like that. Holy weapons had their sting, but nothing had ever felt so totally anathema to her.
Once more, the Death Knight turned to face the newcomer, eyeing her frostily. She didn't look like a priest, but that didn't really mean anything anymore. She was young, younger than her anyways, with a hotheaded demeanor that was all too familiar. She'd seen it in some of the Ebon Blade, particularly the younger ones. She'd been through a lot, and she hated people acting like she hadn't. Didn't make Risyn like her any more. "We can take care of ourselves," she said, "And I'd watch where you sling your healing spells in the future. Not all of us are in good standing with the Light."

[Ploegy]

♦ Robin ♦ The Tactician ♦
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♦ 22 ♦ Male ♦ FE: 13 ♦ Leader ♦ Tagged: Ashirah ♦

Watching Ashirah launch herself forward at him, the tactician pushed himself back in one swift movement while his hand sparked to life with electricity. Though he was trained in many types of magic it was well known that electricity came easiest to him and was understandably his most powerful element. With one swipe of his hand, the energy shot from his fingertips causing several lightning strikes begin to occur. They weren't meant to actually hit, but rather give him an idea of how his opponent would maneuver through them to get to him. To an untrained soldier dodging the attack might be difficult in itself, but he figured she would have no problem.

He did notice that she wasn't necessarily speedy like some. He'd keep that in mind for future attacks. Such a trait was something they certainly shared albeit he had a quick mind which made up for his lack of actual speed. His tactical sense was what kept him alive all this time as well as hundreds of others, though when it came to it most he hadn't been able to save all his friends or even his family from the beasts. The Shepherds had been decimated in the efforts to save as many citizens as possible. It was the plan Chrom had pushed for and it had cost them their lives. Now wasn't the time to think of such things though. His mind needed to be focused.

Landing a few feet from where he had previously been and allowing the electricity to die down in his hand, Robin pursed his lips momentarily, thinking of which magic would serve him well next. If she did come right at him again then wind might prove useful at knocking her back and keeping her off him or he could use fire and put a wall up before him. That was a decision he'd simply have to make on the fly.

♦ White ♦ The Dreamer ♦
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♦ 16 ♦ Female ♦ Pokespe ♦ Citizen ♦ Tagged: The Judge ♦

His question was a fair one. She may not have much knowledge of what was happening with the beasts beyond this place but it was obvious that their numbers never seemed to decrease. They were always a threat and if the army that had been built couldn't yet take them out then maybe it was an impossible feat. Perhaps she needed to join the cause sooner rather than later. It was the least she could do. Living a comfortable life within the forcefield could only last for so long. If only Reshiram would awake for her though. Frowning at the thought, White let a soft sigh escape her lips. "I suppose you are right about all that. I still do think we may one day be able to escape this place and return home," she said. She wasn't titled the dreamer for nothing. Her and Black had held that title among the dex holders. It was their specialty so to say. "I know with all those strong fighters that one day they'll be able to break through and end those creatures. They took so much from us all. We can't let them take even more, right?" She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. As much as she tried not to think of what had happened it always haunted her. First the whole ordeal with Black had happened then the attack that brought her here. She wasn't even sure if the legendaries that had saved her were even alive. They couldn't have possibly been killed could they?

♦ Poppi ♦ The Cheerful ♦
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♦ Unknown ♦ Female ♦ Xenoblade ♦ Sky Fighter ♦ Tagged: Cloudrunner ♦

Giving a small nod at his words, the robotic girl allowed herself to be at ease. If he was alright then there was no reason for her to feel a need to be ready to assist him. It was a bit strange that he seemed to communicate in a way different from actually speaking. She wasn't entirely sure what it was but she could hear the voice in her head. Was he somehow transmitting it to her? Trying to compute such a thing, she could feel herself becoming confused though she quickly stopped herself and focused on what he was saying rather than how it was being done. She was sure there was some logical explanation for it all that she did not know about. "I am Poppi," she finally said as she snapped from her thoughts and allowed a small smile to appear on her face. It was the best she could do given the fact that she was artificial life. Emotions never truly came easy to her in situations like this. "It is nice to meet you. Poppi is curious though. How are you talking?""