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[Faemyse]

Elisandrey | Crush: None | Location: Forest | Mood: Alert and calm | Tags: Mirai Kuriyama

Elisandrey smiles a bit at the compliments she received. "In all honesty, 100 years is like 5 or maybe 10 years for anyone else once we hit the age of maybe... 19? After that we age much more slowly" She sighed a bit. "I am actually about... my mid hundred age, still have a long way to go" she nodded and rolled up the scroll before standing up. "Alright, we ready to go? Let's see if we can do something about this place" Her tattered wings spread out behind her as she stood up and turned around, her metal boots breaking the thorns as she walked through them.

She turned around and offered a smile at the woman. "I like your name too by the way" She peered around and sighed. "This would be easier to spot people if i was flying" She looked around and turned back, moving into the clearing again. "Let's head onto the beach side again and look there" She looked around again, not that she could see anything too clearly though. Her ears seemed to droop slightly as she remembered azeroth, and how she missed her trusty demon companion. "I wish Doomclaw was here" She grumbled a bit and huffed.

Her head turned towards Mirai again. "By the way, do you want to be an honorary member of the starfallen accord? It's the accord I'm in back in azeroth, we are a group of heros and anti-heros that try to destroy all evil, we don't let each other down and we never give up" She grinned a bit, offering her hand to her. "We all usually have a common cause and get along, we see each other as both friends and allies"

(*had to add something else to make up a third paragraph*)

[~Macmanus~]

--------Ying-----------Female-------Location: Forest------- Tags: Jaina, one illusion

Upon being spoke to, the timid illusion squeaked and vanished in a burst of pink energy. It was not close enough to cause Jaina any harm, luckily.
As Jaina approached Ying and the defensive Illusion, the two's grey eyes locked on to her. The defensive illusion glared, only to be stopped when Ying nudged its' shoulder sharply with her elbow.
"Knock it off." She snapped in a harsh whisper to the illusion. It blinked at Ying, before levitiang back a few feet and watching calmly. She looked back to the newcomer curiously: the being wore knight's armour, it seemed, although Ying could not recognise the House colours of the armour, as she had never seen a house who wore the colours of purple and gold. Upon the woman's speech to her, Ying released her mirror in mid-air and moved her hands in front of her abdomen. Despite the fact that she was no longer holding the mirror, in remained in place a foot in front of her chest, levitating.
"I-I don't know what a Sin'dorei is," She spoke to the woman, "But I'm not a human or a hybrid. I'm an elf of the Badlands." She pronounced the last word as "bad-linns.
"Are you a knight? What house do you serve?" Suddenly, she squeaked and glanced away, "Are you l-loyal to the Magistrate?"

[seraphici]

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<𝙹𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚎>

Female || ~36 || Human

Forest || tags; Ying

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Jaina blinked at the young woman. A knight? Loyal to Magistrate? The only name she recognized was ‘Badlands’, yet the badlands were not the home of elves of any kind, being much too bland for any of them. They wander through them, yes, especially the Champions, but they never stay and live there. And this lady’s clothing is nothing like someone would wear from those areas. “You’re from the Badlands? I’ve never heard of an elf living there. It’s more a place you’ll find orcs and trolls and... goblins.” Her expression twisted into one of disgust at the mention of the three species. “I wouldn’t think someone like you would dare step foot in there.” Looking over at the more confident looking illusion, she continued. “As for me being a knight, I wouldn’t even dare touch a sword or put on such bulky armor. I mean, yes I am wearing some metal pieces but I don’t fight with a sword, I don’t wear a metal helmet that reduces my vision or carry the banner of Stormwind. I am a mage, a caster. And I have no idea who this... this Magistrate is. I am loyal to no one but myself, especially after what the Kirin’Tor has done.”

[~Macmanus~]

--------Ying-----------Female-------Location: Forest------- Tags: Jaina, one illusion

Ying's head cocked slightly as the woman spoke and reacted to the elf's words. Upon mention of 'orcs and trolls and goblins', Ying's expression changed to an amalgamation of curiosity and shock. "I don't know what a troll is, but I've never seen an orc or goblin set foot in Badlands, just humans and elves mostly. Maybe the occasional dwarf or Wyrin. Goblins are from Deepwerks I think, and Orcs prefer prettier, grassier areas."
When Jaina confirmed a lack of connection to the Magistrate, Ying visibly relaxed a bit.
She moved a hand to rest beside her face. At the mention of "caster", Ying squeaked once more and smiled, "Ooh, you're a spellcaster? What do you specialise in? I'm a spellcaster too, clearly!" She motioned to the illusion, who gently waved at Jaina in response.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

Chitin || Kylnar - Symbiote || Chaotic good || Disoriented || Beach || Open

The ground was far softer then what chitin remembered falling asleep on. A low noise escaping the symbiote as it shifted, digging its small claws into the sand and first burying its face into the sand for several moments to attempt to clear away the confusion and dizziness the Kyntar felt before finally sitting up. It took a bit of effort because the sand sunk inwards as chitin pushed upwards, but soon enough the symbiote was sitting up on his knees and looking around with a narrowed gaze.

This definitely didn't look like the alleyway of New York City they'd fallen asleep in. A hand went up to rub the heel of their hand against their cheek area as they looked around. "Chitin does not remember this place. But this place seems familiar to chitin too." He mumbled curiously as he looked around before finally getting to his feet and dusting himself off. Perhaps it was familiar to the symbiote because it was a reoccuring dream that he appeared to have more control over now then a normal non-remembered dream.

Either way, chitin needed to figure out where he was and what was going on. Thus he scanned the area for a few moments to determine where he wanted to head. There looked to be a field in the distance. He hummed faintly to himself before nodding his head. Chitin will go that way." He mumbled to himself in confirmation to his thoughts before he started walking on. It didn't look too far away.

It didn't take him long to reach where the grass started to grow. Though it made him pause inorder to bend down and lightly brush his finger/claw tips across and through some of the grass, getting an amused noise from him. "Soft." He mumbled rather contently before taking his hand away and standing straight again. His eyes squinting slightly to look at a distant figure that seemed to be heading towards him. "Chitin sees someone. Friend of chitin's? Chitin can't remember." He mumbled, unable to make up his mind if he wanted to close the distance and fully approach the other, or let them approach him.

[samm.]

Mirai Kuriyama ➳ Female ➳ Sixteen ➳ Bisexual ➳ Human w/ hemokinesis ➳ Tags: Elisandrey

Mid-hundred!? Just how long do the people of your world live for? She wanted to ask, but decided it was probably better if she didn't. After all, asking someone when they were expected to die was a bit, too much. Still, she couldn't believe that this youthful looking woman was any older than twenty, it was just so odd to think about. How old did Eli think she was then? Did she assume she was older than what her appearance suggested, or was she a mere child in Eli's eyes? Pushing the thoughts from her head before she ended up with a headache, she let her eyes wander, surveying the area around them to make sure nothing had gotten close while they were lost in conversation. Despite the fact that she'd yet to run into any sort of danger, she still couldn't shake the feeling that something might pop out at them at any moment. She heard Eli say something, but it took her a moment to answer because she was too focused on making sure nothing was near by. "Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." She said, adjusting her glasses that had slipped down her face before returning her gaze to Eli. She watched as Eli unfurled her tattered wings and turned, her eyes dropping to watch as her metal boots moved through the thorns with ease. "You don't happen to have an extra pair of those hidden away somewhere, do you?" Mirai jokingly asked, pointing towards the womans boots as a small teasing smile lifted her lips. "I wasn't expecting to wake up in the middle of a forest, otherwise I would've dressed better." She explained, glancing down at her pathetic excuse of an outfit and bare feet with a frown.

Hearing the compliment on her name, her teasing smile turned into a genuine one. "Thank you." She said, taking another moment to glance around them before focusing back on Eli. Upon hearing her suggestion of checking out the beach, her eyes widened slightly, hope bubbling up inside of her at the thought of being able to finally escape the seemingly never ending forest. "That sounds like a good idea to me. Did you happen to see any people around while you were on the beach?" She asked, following after her while still keeping a look out around them to make sure nothing snuck up on them. She heard Eli grumble something, but all she caught was the word Doomclaw. Was that some sort of weapon? She wanted to ask, but before she could Eli turned back towards her and spoke, asking if she'd like to be an honorary member of something called the starfallen accord. Was an accord anything like the clans from her world? The way she described it made it sound like a really good thing to be a part of, so she saw no reason to decline the invitation. "Sure!" She said, reaching her hand out to grasp Eli's. "I suppose that makes us friends and allies now?" She asked, a small teasing smile lifting her lips. "Are there many members of this accord?" She then asked, her head tilting slightly as she tried to picture what the other members might be like.

[Faemyse]

Elisandrey | Crush: None | Location: Forest | Mood: Alert and calm | Tags: Mirai Kuriyama

Elisandrey smiles a bit and shrugs. "We consist of a small group of maybe 10 or 13 members, we are growing each day though, more are joining our cause, probably at around 18 or 20 now" She nodded a bit. "To answer your questions, the beach, I didn't run into anyone, I just flew up shortly after I woke up, crashed into a tree, ran for a minute and ran into you" She thinks for a moment, nodding. She turned her direction towards the beach after lifting her head up and sniffing the air. "Yes, by the way, you would be considered an advocate, a recruit of the accord, but an ally nonetheless"

She chuckled lightly. "For the armor, I could lend you some of mine, though it may be a bit bulky and loose" She thinks for a moment and grabs the glaives off her back and slashes away at the thorns, the red orbs in her glaives glow brightly and seem to form a blade on the bottom which she slashes with, the thorns shrivel away as they are cut, she is making a path for them.

After a few minutes of slashing away at the thorns, she stops for a moment and turns to look at Mirai. "By the way, if you have questions for me, don't be afraid to ask" She lifted up her headplate, revealing something that looked like red scales driving into her forehead and merging with it, and her eyes... Or lack-thereof were glowing orbs of fel. "I have a feeling you have lots more you want to ask me, I look intimidating, but, as you've seen, I'm friendly" She lowered her metal headplate again. "If you want to run, go ahead, if you don't, then you can stay"

[guar]

genji shimada • thirty-five • cyborg • tag; mechanica, peter, tom, tord

“I...no, I cannot literally applaud you it was just...never mind.” The Japanese assassin snickered quietly as he listened to the younger man talk, shaking his head before staring at him, the green visor glowing rather brightly. He remained silent for a small amount of time, allowing the other to finish speaking...he had a good point about the kicking. In all honestly, Genji was unsure why he rarely used his legs aside for double jumping, wall climbing and generally just in methods to escape fights - and also provoke them too. Now that he was beginning to ponder on the thought, he considered his master, Tekhartha Zenyatta, he would kick rather than use his arms, that was rather odd to the cyborg, the omnic wished for peace yet had no apparent issue with participating in a fight - even if it was mainly to heal.

“You doubt the power of my blades, they can slice through anything. Even this...webbing if I was able to draw my swords. I unfortunately cannot...I thank you for that.” There was a robe of pride in his voice which slowly became sarcasm. All this while, the highly-skilled Shimada had unsheathed three shurikens between his fingers from his arms, beginning to slice the webs that held his arms behind his back, spirits lifting as he felt the pressure loosening. Then the hood fell to reveal a rather young looking face that suitably matched the voice, “You are only a child, and yet you put yourself in harm’s way,” Genji’ observed before chuckling and nodding his head, “You seem like a cool kid.”

Arguments interrupted the cyborg ninja, looking towards the two new men and watching their dispute curiously, all the while slicing at the webs - the awkward angle proved to be difficult, though.

[Captain. A. Stark.]

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Loki Odinson

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location; beach

The demi-god was travelling along the wet shoreline, with bare feet. After once again being caught by Thor, he had a great idea to pose as Odin, but maybe it wasn't that great of an idea anymore... just kick back. Loki watched the white foamy water lap over his pale, unscarred feet before continuing again. He was truly alone in this world. The god had received the dream recently.. and had found himself teleported here. It was truly freaky. The first few days, he had tried to use anything he had to get off the island. Building a boat, which sunk as soon as he put it in the water, using his magic, which didn't work that well. There was nothing to do. He sighed and went back to the last location of his shoes, shaking the water off of his feet and slipping them on.

[Sonicswirl]

Tom ;;; Tord Tags: Genji, Mechanica, Peter
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Tord snapped at the girl. "Setting up a drinking party for Tom? Nah, he get's what he deserves." He turned his scarred face towards Tom, who winced at Tord's words. Tord then turned back to others, ignoring Tom. He slowly approached the cyborg, studying him curiously. "Who are you again?" He asked, trying to stare into his visor. "You remind me of someone. But he's not the point right now because I killed him." He said, raising his red robotic hand proudly. "He wasn't doing his job," The Red Leader added, looking back at Peter. "And I might as well do the same for pineapple head over here," He mumbled, looking over at Tom.
Tom crossed his arms, waiting for Tord to stop his nonstop blabbering. Then again, it was Tord and he was notorious for doing so. He leaned against the tree, drumming his finger on his arm impatiently. "Can you like, shut up for one second?" He asked, narrowing his black eyes at Tord. "Listen, I know your like some great assassin murdering thing, and you love hearing the sound of your boring Norwegian accent for some reason, but can you like seriously shut up?"
Tord frowned, balling his hands into fists. "Do you want to die, Tom?"
Tom's eyes widened. "No, no, I'm good, I mean... Just saying." His voice got a little higher, it wavering as he spoke.