[❤] The Uprising of Delra (accepting, pm me)

[marimo.]

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❝ιf ι ¢αи вє σf αиу нєℓρ, ι'ℓℓ єνєи вє¢σмє α яєαℓ мσиѕтєя❞

⚜ 18 ⚜ Female ⚜ Werewolf ⚜ Mood: aight these bois are going down ⚜ Location: forest ⚜ Tags: team, Alastair, royal guard ⚜ Mentions: Quinn, Cujo ⚜

Her suspicions were correct. Arys feels a brief rush of pride having alerted the squad to the danger, but that prideful feeling is immediately replaced by an adrenaline rush fueled by anticipation. The werewolf makes nervous eye contact with the commander as the prince agrees with her statements, going so far as to imply that they should ready their weapons and even have someone watch him while they fight. Seeing as how the prince has been compliant the entire time they've met him and he hasn't made any move to signal for help from the guards, though Arys can see why even the royal prince would be reluctant to. They seem like a sleazy bunch, tailtuckers that would turn right around and run the moment things didn't go their way. Her face contorts into a silent sneer as she heeds Alastairs words and draws her weapons, already noting the guard's weapons. Immediately, a plan begins to form in her mind. I'll do something like I did at the marking ceremony. A guard in the middle would be the perfect target, escpecially if they advance. It'll be interesting to see how my jump-transformation will work in battle and not on a stage.
Noting her position, she silently moves to find a better vantage point, and to find her friends. She wanted to be able to fight with someone she'd work well with to avoid messing up, and she finds herself near Quinn. This could work, the wolf realises. Having a long-range fighter to cover me would definitely be ideal. The girl maneuvers her way next to the telekinetic. Sliding her claws onto her hands, she breathes, "I think it would be good for us to work together. I trust that you'll have my back now since you did in the forest. Since I'm more of a short-distance fighter, I'll probably be in the midst of the guard. It would be nice to have someone watching my back to pick off any of these coyotes should they get too close." She shoots Quinn a cocky grin, hoping that he'd accept. In addition to him being long range, Arys also wanted as many of her friends as far away from danger as possible. The best way to do this would be to charge into battle, and that is exactly what she plans to do.

[Zyn]

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♕ Male || Eighteen || Telekinesis || Team Alpha
♕ Location: The Clearing
♕ Tags: Arys, Alastair, Team Alpha
♕ Mood: Calm, Confident, Wary
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Quinn would like to say that he was on top of things but it wasn't until almost to far to talk in a low enough for the Royal Guard to not hear him that he realized something important. He was a telekinetic and therefor if something went wrong he was able to pull the prince to safety. The flaw in that was that he had seen the prince negate his teammates powers and he wasn't sure if it was something that the prince did on purpose or if it was something that they did subconsciously. Running with the possibility that the prince was doing the power mostly subconsciously who is to say that his own power would be taken as friendly and not attacking and thus negated and being useless. With that thought in mind he pipped up quickly before it was too late. "Hey All-star if things get hairy and they start to attack I'm a telekinetic I can pull you back to safety if you let me" he said like he had a clue about the prince's power. He didn't be figured if he sounded confident about it then it would be more reassuring to everyone else around him. Or at least that was his hope. Before he could fall down that rabbit hole of self doubt he was pulled away by the familiar sounds of Arys' footsteps approaching him. Casting his glance to the side he spotted their resident werewolf making her way over to him. Upon sliding up to him and putting the claws on she addressed him. A surge of confidence flooded him at the stated fact, 'I trust that you'll have my back.' That was all it took to have his confidence spike and he straightened slightly at those words the smirk on his lips seeming more genuine. At her request he gave her a swift nod, he was more than willing to guard her back. He also wanted to make sure that Arys' was safe and if arrows could do that he would. "I will make sure that nobody gets the jump on you Arys' you have my word on that" he said with a cocky smirk to match her cocky grin. He didn't want anyone to get hurt but that was a foolish hope going into battle so he only prayed that he could keep his friends and allies safe.

[honeybee.]

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Ella Brie
Location: The Prince's Sanctuary
Tags: Alastair, Phoenix Squad, Royal Guards
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Ella breathed out deeply in relief as the vote went through in favour of allowing Alastair to remove his blindfold but her stomach tied into knots when the legion of royal guards coming into view. She quickly scurried to the Prince's side, realising that Alastair's betrothed being intermingled with a bunch of strange teens rather than at his side would appear awfully suspicious. From this position she could see exactly who was brandishing blades against them and her face wrinkled into a scowl. She clutched the knife she'd drawn from her sleeve tightly enough to make her knuckles turn stark white. These were not the strong and honourable Twodorian guards she had actually managed to develop a fondness for. When Alastair actually stepped forward to speak to them she remained behind, preferring to stay further away from Commander Wayne's wrath. She patted the first aid pouch tucked beneath the belt of her skirt to reassure herself, if all this went wrong she'd at least have some use despite lacking a power or any sort of proficiency with weapons.
As the Prince moved away Ella heard some discussion of a plan. She thought it was very brave but one aspect of it worried her. "I understand that they make you far stronger," she spoke in a low voice now that Alastair had moved our of earshot, "but perhaps try not to use any sort of obvious power until you're certain we'll escape. Currently they don't have any proof that you're even rebels and not rowdy youngsters travelling Delra. If they see you have abilities and manage to capture us... Well, I'd expect to face a fate worse than death. Once that line is crossed there's no turning back."
She knew some of the Twodorian Royal Guards well enough that if they were simply arrested for 'disturbing the peace' she could possibly bail them out but once they were known to be rebels with abilities... that fate would be far more difficult to escape.

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Brenn Lucast a
Location: Oneta Tags: Phoenix Squad, Prince Alastair, Royal Guards
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Almost immediately after they allowed the Prince to remove his blindfold they came across a group of Royal Guards, waiting for him to emerge from the forest. They didn't look too friendly, their weapons all raised and threatening. Brenn listened as Alastair told them that he would try and speak to the Guards but to be ready with weapons nevertheless. He retrieved a couple of throwing knives from his pouch and mentally tugged at the air, sensing the tiny water droplets he could freeze into shards.

[ℓєαfѕтαя]

PETRA HEISKANEN
❝i thought of angels choking on their halos❞
gender; female age; 19y.o. crush; open location; headquarters sexuality; bisexual
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indentationPetra found peace in the little things, the small routines that she often kept to herself. It wasn't that this team, their missions, weren't great. She'd been there a while, but she still had a hard time with group activities after so long of going alone. As a result, she'd been holed up in a corner somewhere for pretty much the entire day. A large chunk of the team was out of base on an important mission, so she'd taken the time to sharpen her knives, stretch, and get a bit of a workout in. She'd cleaned herself up and gotten some water before making her way into the common room. She didn't offer a greeting apart from a slight nod of her head before she took her seat, sitting with her legs crossed on the floor, left resting on top of right next to the couch that Sycamore had settled into. It was a form of active stretch that she often did so even though she was sitting, she still felt productive. She still felt quite awkward in this environment, but that tended to happen, she supposed.

indentationShe'd seen the outside world. She knew what the outside was like, missions aside. A part of her missed it, Ninon... but she couldn't let herself think about that. It hadn't been the easiest life, and the self-imposed seclusion of her parents had admittedly left her with fewer social skills than necessary to make it in this world. Instead she watched, noting Sycamore's recent physical changes, but not commenting on them. She didn't feel it was her place, even if they were good friends. Petra was sure it was a little drastic... but she understood. "Books can't quite capture the true nature of the districts." She agreed, offering support to Sycamore, but she offered no other explanation and didn't care to go into detail. She'd seen them, sure, and it almost made her feel like a bit of an outsider. She'd lived in them, experienced them for what they were outside of the Phoenix Force... they could be dangerous, and the brand on her neck only served to reminder her of that.

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notes; plenty of introspective babble tagged; Headquarters group

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

Sycamore Jin
Phoenix
Location: Headquarters
Tags: Aida, Kevin, Petra, Finnegan

The phoenix was not particularly well-versed in social cues, so she didn't realize how weirded out her friends were by the missing feathers. She only took their words at face value, and so an embarrassed smile spread across her face. "Awww, thank you," She said, blushing faintly at their compliments.
They had begun theorizing about the next mission, talking about Fivana. The phoenix sent Petra an appreciative smile for her support, then chipped in her opinion. "I'm sure we'll get to see Fivana at some point. I heard it's such a nice and happy place - we can't miss it. I also want to see Eighnes and try out some 'video games'..."

She was cut off mid-thought as the common room door creaked open. A sandy-haired man stood there, middle-aged but still bearing a youthful sprightly look. Sycamore recognized him as a senior rebel, Commander Atlanta's father Finnegan. He tended to be rather vocal and involved around Headquarters.
"You kids wanna do a big favor? We need to prepare for an important guest. The Prince, if you wanna know." Sycamore stared at him like a bird in headlights. The Prince? As in the literal Prince of Delra?
"You heard me right. We cleaned out a jail cell for him, but according to intel, he's been cooperating so well - it would be rude to throw him in there." Finnegan gave a chuckle, then did some pretty accurate imitations of Prince Alastair's voice. "We want Ali to say 'What great hospitality! This new room is lovely,' and not 'How dare these heathens throw me in this hideous prison". So, I was told to get your help making the it look more 'homely'. What do you say?"

Gavotte Tenuto
Water manipulation
Location: Forest
Tags: Jen, Robin, Ella, everyone

The tension in the air was dizzying - Gavotte's head throbbed with a dull, insistent ache that he was sure came from anxiety. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand touched his shoulder, but breathed a sigh of relief when it was just Robin. Gav nodded in understanding, watching as she disappeared up a tree and wishing he could join her. He drew closer to Jen instinctively, feeling safer in her presence, yet also wanting to protect his protector.
Ella's voice was quiet and reasonable. Gavotte nodded in understanding, and plus his powers would be useless anyway. He hadn't brought any sort of water source along and this end of the forest was totally dry.

Atlanta Hunter
Phoenix Squad Commander
Location: Forest
Tags: Ella, everyone

The commander wore a calm expression, hoping her demeanor would relax the squad a little. They needed to be prepared for anything, and too much anxiety would make that difficult by overwhelming them. Ella had some excellent points, and Atlanta nodded her assent. "Ella is right. If there is any chance of a peaceful way out, keep the powers subtle."

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Announcement

- In a moment, I'll be double-posting with the action.
- Things will not go well, just a warning. These guards want to kill you, not capture.
- There's twenty Royal Guards in total, meaning each character will be fighting two (on average).
- Absolutely power-play them! But don't make them into actual characters, they won't show up again.
- The poll has decided: You ARE allowed to kill, if you so choose.

[hellb0und]

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name. // jennifer dire. x • x gender. // female. x • x power. // pyrokinesis. x • x tags. // gav.

"i am as deadly as fire itself."

Jen didn't have much time to answer Gavotte as the vote came to a close and his blindfold was removed. Now the forest had faded behind them and Alastair's warning had come true. She addressed the Royal Guards with a cold glare, poising her bow and locking it on Alastair. A fight was bound to break out this time, and from the looks of it, everyone else knew this as well. Gavotte was practically glued to Jennifer now but she didn't mind for the time being. If that was what made him feel better, who was she to deny him comfort? He wasn't doing anything that was going to affect her aim and put them in any sort of immediate danger. She wouldn't be displaying her powers, either. Taking into account that was already mentioned by Ella then Atlanta, they were unaware as to who exactly the Phoenix Squad was and most definitely assumed none of them had their powers. In the event things did go downhill, the blonde didn't exactly care to find out what would happen if the King knew powers still existed among the common folk.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

Alastair Brungard
Prince of Delra
Location: Edge of Forest
Tags: Captain Wayne, rebels esp. Quinn

(tw: aggressive misgendering)

The moment Prince Alastair emerged from the woods, he was met with hostile leers of various repugnant attitudes. He allowed these lecherous looks to simply deflect off like nothing. The Crown Prince of Delra would not be intimidated by wretches of such low caliber. Disrespectful, impertinent tramps.
Before he could speak, the dastardly captain opened his mouth, breath as offensive as the words he uttered. "Come to 'talk things out', girly? Oh right, you highbrows prefer 'lass'." This was met with a round of chuckles from his tasteless followers.
"Good afternoon to you too, Captain Wayne. Yes, indeed I have." Alastair's voice was dangerously polite, edged with ice as he stared the captain down. "Also, might I remind you. Never address me in that manner again."
"Kay. Not here to kowtow to your hurt feelings," Wayne sneered. "Just wanted to say your talk won't do you no good. Can't fool me like those kids at the falls."
"You admit to eavesdropping on the Crown Prince?" It was time to bluff a little. "My father will not be pleased-"
"Your dad sent me. I'm on royal orders here, unlike you." An arrogant grin spread across the lowlife's face. Alastair was barely keeping his temper restrained against this dimwit. "He's had enough of your games. Told me to find out what his rebellious little daughter was up to - and to dispose of any distractions along the way."
"How dare you." Alastair raised his voice now. His dignity was a small price to pay - the young revolutionaries had to know of the impending danger. "Dispose? Explain yourself at once."
"Do I really need to?" Chuckled the captain. "You're a smart girl. You know what we're here to do. Now back off, we'll bring you back to dad once we take out the trash."

With a raise of Wayne's hand, the other guards fanned out in a wide formation and advanced towards the forest. Alastair took careful steps backwards, ensuring the guards did not get between him and the rebels.
Taking heed of the telekinetic's suggestion from earlier, the Prince had willingly left himself open to magical aid. Although he was not relying on the lad to save him, the extra help would be welcome in such a situation - even Alastair could not take on twenty-one Royal Guards at once.
"I implore you to reconsider-"
"I implore you to shut up," Wayne mocked, then turned to his squad. "Get 'em."

Atlanta Hunter
Phoenix Squad Commander
Location: Forest
Tags: Everyone, Royal Guard 1

From what the commander could hear, the attempted negotiation was doomed long before it began. The captain's tone was nonchalant as he spoke about 'disposing of distractions'. Atlanta turned to her squad, expression calm and focused. "Be ready. Things aren't going well with Alastair, and they sound more murderous than I expected."
The guards soon assumed an attack position. Though their captain mentioned taking Alastair back to his father, the Prince did not seem on board. In fact, he was backing away towards the rebels taking him prisoner. At this point Atlanta was convinced it wasn't all manipulation - something was certainly going on back home.

Atlanta's sword had long been ready when the Royal Guard charged, weapons drawn and brandishing. They weaved around Alastair like he was merely an obstacle. Some charged forth to meet the Phoenix Squad head-on, while others ducked into the undergrowth and disappeared into the trees, likely to ambush them from the sides or behind.
"Watch your backs and protect each other!" Was all Atlanta managed to shout before a greasy-haired troop, the first of his peers, swung his blade at her. Teeth clenched, she deflected it with her own sword and faked a jab at his shoulder.

Gavotte Tenuto
Water manipulation
Location: Forest
Tags: Jen, Robin, Royal Guard 2 & 3, open

The Royal Guard were coming, and despite Jen's calming presence, Gavotte could do little but fight panic. His powers were useless and his only weapon was a butterfly knife. He was completely helpless in close quarters, so the knife was good for one throw and that was it. Gav glanced around for something he could do without getting slaughtered, and then it hit him - Robin! She was still up a tree. "I'll go guard Robin's tree," He told Jen, hoping his voice didn't shake much. "Shoot straight."
The waterbender rushed to the trunk where she'd climbed up and stood beside it, taking deep breaths to keep himself calm. He would protect her tree and make sure she had a clear path down if she needed to run.
In his distraction, however, he failed to notice the two guardsmen lurking in the bushes behind him...

[Zyn]

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♕ Male || Eighteen || Telekinesis || Team Alpha
♕ Location: The Clearing
♕ Tags: Arys, Alastair, Atlanta, Team Alpha
♕ Mood: Calm, Confident, Wary
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Quinn's brows shot up at what this captain was saying, the misgendering the way their fellow soldiers chuckled. It disgusted him to think that someone like that made it this far up in the Royal Guard, if there was any other reason to dislike the Emperor this was this. To promote someone like this was the tip of the iceberg. His jaw clenched with a barely audible snap as he forced himself to stay silent, if he said anything at all it would make matters worse. His gaze shot away from the Captain and back to Alastair when he heard the sound of them taking a few steps back. Things where going downhill quickly and he knew his offer was going to be needed to taken now. He barley waited for the captain to call out 'get em' before he reached out with his power, a light touch at first to let the prince know it was friendly and not an enemy. Then he lifted the prince slightly off the ground and pulled them as gently as he could back into their little circle of protection. Once that was done he leveled his bow and aimed for on of the soldiers. "I've got your back Arys!" he declared boldly. With his focus on the soldiers in front of him he failed to notice them ducking into the undergrowth. Which is why he didn't see anything wrong with taking a few steps back to get a better aim at the charging soldiers who about to collide with their group. The more space between himself and them the easier it was to aim and hit his target, it wasn't that he couldn't at closer range it was just less than ideal. With that thought he took another step back so that he was at the edge of the clearing, his gaze was riveted on Arys' and the soldiers coming towards her. His thoughts where on protecting his friends and allies.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

Alastair Brungard
Prince of Delra
Location: Edge of Forest
Tags: Rebels, Quinn, Royal Guard 4

The Prince allowed himself to be lifted back to where the rebels gathered. To minimize suspicion, he moved in a way that appeared he was running of his own accord. The Royal Guard did not seem to notice that Alastair's feet had left the ground - the telekinetic had gotten away with this little stunt.
"Thank you, good lad." Alastair spoke, then noticed how dangerously close he was to the edge of the clearing. "Ah, watch your back there. These are a cowardly lot."
With that warning, he drew his sword and strode to the forefront of the group, in search of Captain Wayne. That insolent barbarian had disappeared somewhere in the chaos he caused. As Alastair scanned the oncoming crowd of belligerents, one particularly emboldened Royal Guard swing a spiked flail at his head. Heavens, what is this treachery... The Prince ducked gracefully underneath - the breeze whistled just over his head - then retaliated with a decisive strike. The soldier went down in silence, landing with a dull thud on the forest floor.
"Sincerest apologies," He murmured, directed both to his unfortunate victim and to the young rebels. The youths should not have had to witness that, but this is no time to dwell. I must put a stop to this madness - where is Wayne?

[cocogerber13]

Caleb Oxenbera——————————
♠︎ // Phoenix Squad Recruit // Beast Summoning // Tags: team omega, partially the other teams

Caleb looked up at Ardai, a bit stunned from his plan. So stunned that he made a face not unlike a lemur’s with wide eyes. “That’s... genius...” He admitted quietly. He was completely caught off guard at how perfect the idea fit the situation. Of course, Ardai had also had plenty of times to scheme such antics with his prancing hobby. “It would make Roy think it was just a misunderstanding and it couldn’t really be tracked back to us, although I’d still need a more surefire way to get a spider on the light.”

Caleb was still surprised that Ardai’s mind hadn’t immediately gone to something that could leave a permanent mark of their being there, or even something a lot more colourful. No matter that case this would probably be the best if they didn’t want a hassle.

Turquoise eyes rested on Aisling once she asked if he had anything in mind. “Uh, well, I think Ardai’s is kind of brilliant, actually. Although we’d need cover I think. Your shield can cloak all of us for a little while without expending too much of your energy, right?-“ Caleb’s question was finished abruptly as he almost toppled over, catching himself and gently putting his hands on Ardai and Aisling’s shoulders for support. His eyes were closed again, and now gritted teeth accompanied them. The bird he was now in control of again, meanwhile, had brought itself into the air as Atlanta readied her weapon. The sight that filled his vision was a stark contrast to before, although luckily the violence didn’t seem to have been instigated by the prince. In fact, even though Caleb watched Alastair kill a guy in horror he turned to politely apologise to the Phoenix squad.

Conflict still seemed to have just broken out though. There was very little the summoner could do as a little bird, and certainly nothing without possibly jeopardising it’s health. Caleb took a deep breath to remind himself that it was merely a continuation of his energy before making a decision- and in only a moment the songbird had zipped over to peck at the eyes of one of the front guards. The little surprise wouldn’t last long but it could at least perhaps give his friends some time to prepare themselves.

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Onyx Carriado——————————
♣︎ // Phoenix Squad Recruit // Acrobat // Tags: rebel group (Quinn), Alastair, Roy

Onyx grinned appreciatively at Quinn’s suggestion of bringing it up to Atlanta later. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” They assured him. Honestly the idea of telling the commander hadn’t even really crossed the rebel’s mind; Onyx was usually one to take matters into their own hands and not bother those with as many responsibilities as their dear older sister had. This idea, though, was probably best said to the group though, and for thinking that way they thanked their friend. The grin reappeared once he referred to the prince with their nickname. Speaking of which... the dark-haired recruit’s gaze darted over to Alastair just in time to catch his grin at the new nickname. He approved of it, then? Usually people just ignored those terms. Perhaps the royal hadn’t had many nicknames before. Certainly not from his father, Onyx guessed.

The next moment was a blur as Onyx watched the small army that had arrive to greet them. Or send them to their deaths, more realistically. Though the nimble acrobat had at first been intimidated by the group being outnumbered, a rush of aggression swelled in their chest at the lead guard’s words to the prince. No matter what side Alastair was truly on, it was not this guy’s nor did it matter when it came down to his sour comments. “Seems like the pretentious ‘Royal Guards’ are recruiting anyone off of the streets nowadays, huh?” Onyx’s loud taunt left their mouth through a seething, toothy, smile. They had taken the words as a personal offence and was barely containing their fury as they continued to spit insults, nitpicking at the individuals charging their team.

Though their movements were fuelled by emotion, this did not distract them from their disadvantage in the situation. They had horrible aim with any sort of ranged weapon, most of their fighting style included getting the jump on their opponent, and their not very well thought out shouts were definitely drawing attention. At the very least the acrobat could probably get away with using their ability without it actually coming out that it was something supernatural. Keelan had been right after all. Onyx slipped their way to the enemy while barely avoiding weapons and interlocked combat between the two sides. Once they saw an opening, they sprang up- and landed with a foot on one of the guard’s faces.

“You lot should be thanking us for the chance to look like you’ve actually seen a battle. All the other ‘fights’ you get into are with defenceless citizens, after all.” Onyx brought their heel to crack against the roy’s spine. They didn’t pause to check if the soldier was actually incapacitated or not before diving for another, though after all their disruptive spitting this one was ready for them. They dodged and caught Onyx by the back of their shirt collar, holding them out of reach as they swung legs and knives.