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

[cocogerber13]

Onyx Carriado——————————
♣︎ // Phoenix Squad Recruit // Acrobat // Tags: alpha & beta (Brenn, Quinn, Ella), Alastair, Wayne

Onyx shook their head to Ella’s response, feeling a little dizzy as they did so. The effect hadn’t been from the fight though- just various vitamin deficiencies from spending so much time underground. Nevertheless they knew that they were physically supporting Quinn, and that thought gave them enough strength to pull through and answer. “You’ve done plenty-I owe you a great deal to patching up my friend when he needed it.” They nodded their gratitude, failing to notice the telekinetic’s disappointment.

Their pause after thanking Ella did spare them a glance to the other recruit, and with slight confusion as they saw the concentration on his face. Was he trying not to pass out? Onyx braced themself to catch them but was instead met with a couple of blades flying their way. “Eep!” The kid peeped and flinched away, their body going rigid at a sudden memory before returning to the present moment and breathing again. “Ah, I thought you retrieved those when I ran off, sorry I didn’t check...” They said quietly. It was best not to dwell on the past for now.

Pointed ears and eyes alike found themselves lowered, the ground suddenly becoming an interesting sight to look at. Guilt washed over them as they realised that Quinn had probably witnessed their picking up of Brenn’s daggers while his own were left still in their targets. Onyx had been jumping from one place to the other however, and their habits didn’t often put focus on picking up weapons. Their own ownership of only two knives didn’t usually leave them unarmed for very long after all. “Um, but if you’d like, I could let you ride on my back on the way back to the station!” They offered, puffing out their chest. It was an unlikely feat for the shorter teen, however they seemed determined to prove their credibility.

At Brenn’s comment Onyx’s grin returned, but it disappeared once Quinn denied it. “Aww, to me we are! Though Brenn could probably materialise it better.” They snorted silently at their nice joke before looking up to who had approached them. “Chief, your shoulder..!” They fretted out loud, as if it weren’t obvious. When she seemed calm and held out their friend’s bow and quiver they quieted themself. “...I can carry those too, if you’d like...” they offered, starting to wonder if they had volunteered for too many tasks.

[cocogerber13]

Caleb Oxenbera——————————
♠︎ // Phoenix Squad Recruit // Beast Summoning // Tags: team omega (Ardai, Freyja), roy

“Ard-“ Caleb sighed without finishing his call, watching the redhead stride ahead and announce his leave. Leaving without being noticed was the goal of this after all, not fully enforcing their hastily created plan. “We’ll catch up in a sec,” The man called out softly, turning back to glance at the group of guards. Disgrace! There was one staring right at them! Caleb grew a little flustered and inched a little closer to the shadow of a building. As he kept an eye on the “Roy”, a sudden drift seemed to catch onto their hair and clothing, pulling them around the corner to the graffiti like a string. “Nice!” He praised under his breath, turning to the windweaver with a triumphant look. “Yes, lets.” Caleb dipped his chin in a nod that wasn’t too obvious before trailing a short distance behind the prankster. As they walked however, the summoner recognised a lag in his step. Keeping those animals summoned for so long wore him out, not to mention it had been a very short time since he had fully regenerated himself. He’d make it of course, he just thought that he’d probably crash on the train.

[honeybee.]

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Ella Brie
Location: The Prince's Sanctuary
Tags: Alastair, Phoenix Squad, Royal Guards, Quinn, Cujo, Atlanta, Onyx, Brenn
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When Quinn mentioned Aisling Ella's head shot up and she noticed her friend with Alastair for the first time. "That sounds like a smart idea." With Aisling now here, that was three out of the four in their little group of friends from the hospital ward. All that was left now was Lanette and Ella was sure she would be waiting wherever Aisling had come from. Once the four of them were together again Ella had no doubt that fixing up Quinn would be a breeze with Cujo's regenerating powers, Lanette acting as anaesthesia and her and Aisling's generalised support. All they had to do was get to the train.

"Injury is probably too strong a word, it's barely more than a scratch." She dismissed Quinn's seeming guilt over keeping her from looking after the cut on her own face but began rummaging through her first aid kit nevertheless. "But here." She looked up again, holding out a long sticking plaster that would fit better than a bandage, only to see Quinn looking exhausted and daggers shooting into his hands from a body a little way away.
"Quinn!" She scolded, her voice sharper than she meant it to be. She was easily frustrated by people risking their lives in unneccessary, reckless ways but now he looked so worn out that she quickly softened her voice, her anger quickly replaced by the Twodorian urge to protect (or 'adopt' as they'd probably call it.)
"You should have said, we could have grabbed them for you." But Ella was beginning to get the idea that Quinn was the sort of person who never expected or relied on help from others. Onyx seemed to be having similar thoughts, sounding guilty for not picking them up for him. She smiled at the sentiment of Onyx's following offer but held her hands up in a 'calm down' gesture,
"I feel like the motion from being picked up like that might do more harm than a steady walk to the train station." However, when Atlanta brought the rest of Quinn's weapons over and Onyx offered to carry them she nodded in agreement.
"That is a good idea. You're not allowed to be doing any more unneccessary exertion." The second part she directed firmly to Quinn.

She was glad that Atlanta trusted their decision, and though she did frown a little at the commander's injured shoulder it didn't look like it was bleeding enough to require any urgent attention. They were ready to leave and Ella glanced around at the rest of the rebels, looking to see who was going to lead the way. She could see Alastair still talking to Aisling and frowned a little more. Though she certainly didn't require it of him, it was unusual that the usually chivalrous man hadn't acknowledge her once since the blindfold had been removed. The slight possibility that the Prince had realised her part in all this was solidifying into a real worry in her mind, perhaps it was better that he was ignoring her.

[Zyn]

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♕ Male || Eighteen || Telekinesis || Team Alpha
♕ Location: The Edge of the Forest
♕ Tags: Ella, Onyx, Brenn, Atlanta
xxxxxxxTeam Alpha, Team Beta
♕ Mood: Weary , Confident, Tired
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Quinn jumped at the sound of Onyx squeaking and Ella scolding him, he hadn't expected such sharp responses. Wide eyed he peered between the two that had startled him as though waiting for something else. However the sharpness in Ella's voice was tempered with soft look that came over her and her voice echoed that softer look. Telling him that he should have told them to grab his weapons, he hadn't thought to even ask. It seemed like it would be more trouble than it was worth to ask so he had gotten them himself. Besides at the time it had seemed like a good idea, now it seemed like he should have just asked. "Sorry Ella, Onyx should have asked but I thought since I have this nifty power why not make good use of it instead of bothering you guys" he explained poorly. At the idea that popped from Onyx's lips he blanched, turning as white as a sheet of paper and looking a little green around the edges. Quickly he nodded in support of Ella telling Onyx to calm down. "As much as I appreciate the thought, the idea of jolting any more than I already will from just walking makes me nauseous" he said as a little bit of color returned to his face. A tiny smirk graced his lips when Atlanta joined them and held out his beloved bow and arrows. He started to reach for them instead of allowing Onyx to grab them when he was interrupted by Ella who was making a point. His hand dropped back to his side and then back up to grab the long sticking plaster that she had originally pulled out. If he couldn't grab his weapons then he could at least be useful. "I think I can hobble my way to the train, so if you could hang onto my weapons Onyx that would be awesome. Take good care of them, they are special." Glancing at Atlanta with that last remark he pushed himself to give her a more grateful smirk. "What made that quiver so special was that you designed it for me. So if you don't mind making another one I would love to watch. I am sure a second will be just as good as the first and I am sorry for being careless enough to allow myself to be injured. I will be more careful in the future" he responded. His hidden meaning, 'of course I will make it home and I will be joining you on all future missions.'

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

Sycamore Jin
Phoenix
Location: Headquarters
Tags: Soren, Kevin, Aida, Addison, Thiago

Timeskip:
Anyone who chose to help furnish Prince Alastair's cell is now downstairs in the prison (probably holding some supplies), OR scrambling around headquarters to find more supplies.

Sycamore was delighted to find the cell door wide open as she approached. Her arms were pleading for her to put down the bookshelf, but the phoenix kept a smile on her face the whole time. Complaints were things best kept to herself. The phoenix led the way into the dank prison cell, then squatted down to rest the bookshelf against the wall. She smiled, noticing how starkly the wood contrasted against the rough, dark stone.
"Looking better already," She remarked, grabbing some books off Aida's stack to start putting them away. Soon Soren's chairs, Kevin's flowers and Aida's colors would join her bookshelf in making this room lovely. Sycamore wondered what kind of ideas Addison and Thiago would have as well. "Oh, right. Did anyone want me to speak to Council for them? My mum's there so I could, ah, ask her for more supplies."

Ardai Fairchild
Shadow puppets
Location: Near train station
Tags: Caleb, Freyja, ???

The usual grin was absent from Ardai's face as he pressed ahead with long strides. Clenched fists shook with the fury of impatience, trembling despite his efforts to suppress his frustrated rage. Upon nearing the station, however, he forced himself to slow down and take a deep breath. Plowing through the quiet herds of elegant suits would not help their cause. Instead, Ardai turned for a moment to check on his companions. The redhead's brows furrowed in worry at Caleb's slowing pace, but before he could remark on it, he noticed a Royal Guard approaching behind his allies.
"Roy at six o'clock," Ardai whispered hurriedly. Tall and broad-shouldered, spear clenched in one hand, the Royal Guardsman looked much more intimidating here than on the corner of the street they'd vandalized. Ardai considered running, but an idea came to him.
"Act natural," He whispered, then started talking about the most Onetian things he could think of. "Did you hear about the deforestation happening in Forell? It's a horrible tragedy. I would go over and do, uh," Difficult word incoming... "hu-man-itarian aid, if not for my... my university exams."



(Will add Alastair and Atlanta ASAP!)

[anathema]

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𝐀 𝐃 𝐃 𝐈 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍x𝐂 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐖 𝐀 𝐘

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One after the other, Addison and Thiago hustled down the stairs toward Alastair's designated prison cell. Addison had found some spare t-shirts and pants and draped them over her shoulder, while Thiago carried a few blank notebooks under one arm and a cup of colored pencils in his other hand. They quickly reached the group, slowing into a fast-paced stroll as they approached.
"Hey, guys!" Addison called, trying to catch her breath. Between her and Thiago, she was the more talkative one. In contrast to her lively greeting, Thiago had offered the group a curt smile and wave. "This is the best we could do... I figured Prince Alastair would need a few extra pieces of clothing. I can only imagine what shape his current outfit is in! All that dirt from struggling..."
As the others began to rearrange Alastair's soon-to-be living space, Addison neatly folded the clothes and placed them on his bed. "There we go," she mused. "Most guys fit a size large, right? Even if he isn't, I don't think he'll mind if his shirts are a little oversized."

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𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐀 𝐆 𝐎x𝐃 𝐄 𝐒 𝐎 𝐓 𝐎

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Thiago remained silent as he stacked the notebooks in color order. Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red... He carefully placed the latter on top of the pile before adjusting them and gently pushing them in line. Done! I hope he likes to draw... or journal, at the very least.
Then, Thiago put down the cup of colored pencils... only to realize they hadn't been sharpened.
"Crap," he murmured under his breath, fishing a pencil sharpener out of his pocket. Thankfully, he'd brought one down in case any of the pencil tips snapped during the journey. Taking one of the colored pencils out of the mug, he began to sharpen it.
As he worked, he took a gander around the prison cell as his teammates were setting things up. It was starting to look, well, pretty darn nice. Even he would stay in here! He wondered how different the world would be if all prisoners were treated like this... Like human beings.

[ethereal .]

𝙰𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂_____________________________________________________
phoenix squad recruit ♦ mentifery ♦ nineteen ♦ location; headquarters ♦ tagged; sycamore and co

"Right...of course." Adrienne sighed softly, following the others down to the prison cell. She might have been told that she didn't need to participate, but she still felt like she should. Maybe if she just forgot about the fact that he was a prince it'd help ease the churning in her gut. It would be nice to provide comfort for one person if she couldn't do it for all.

"Well, I'm here if you guys need any help." She didn't want to get in anyone's way at the moment. It seemed like they had a good flow going and she might throw it off. For a moment she examined the cell, wondering if she could even contribute anything at this point. They seemed to have thought of everything. There was no doubt that the Prince would be comfortable. Aside from the slightly musty smell from the moisture that had managed to seep through the walls. At least it wasn't overbearing, just enough to barely notice.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

Alastair Brungard
Prince of Delra
Location: Forest
Tags: Aisling, Ella

A lifetime held captive in the Palace of Swords, shackled by responsibility and the looming presence of a tyrant, meant reading others was a necessary skill for survival. Right now, Alastair could sense only kind and thoughtful intentions from the good lass now bandaging his wound. Her hands were gentle and careful, not at all intrusive, showing respect for his boundaries. It comforted the wary prince and reminded him of the reason he was fighting.
As Lady Aisling continued to speak about the fellowship of rebels, Alastair relaxed a little, unaware that he had been tense. Her surface words stated the rebels were thriving, but Alastair caught the hidden implications as well. The vision Aisling subtly painted was one of a benevolent revolution, and if the lass's words proved true...
All these years, and the world has not hardened the uprising's heart. He wore a fondly admiring smile but a thousand-yard stare. There stood a chance the rebellion had stayed true to its roots, its core values of compassion and reform. And as long as there remained the faintest hope, he would find it - that undying light in a world where darkness reigned.

"That sounds wonderful. I am fortunate to have the privilege of joining you, even if for a short while." Green eyes returned to focus, but the smile remained. It took a notable proud edge as Aisling complimented his fighting skills - Alastair was not immune to a little vanity. "Ah, thank you. In all honesty, it comes from my esteemed ballet teacher Lady Cordelia. She taught me the strength and elegance my father w- could not." What he omitted was 'perhaps I shall use it to strike him down'. "And, please do not diminish your abilities. I am impressed how swiftly you reacted, how deftly you defeated a soldier far larger than yourself. Your endeavors of dance have taught you well."
Around them, rebels gathered their belongings and prepared to leave. Alastair gently lifted the bunched-up tie from Aisling's neck, watching the wound for signs of bleeding. Thankfully, the pressure seemed to have staunched the flow of blood. It still needed a bandage, but Alastair did not reach for one. "I will leave the final step to you, as I trust your bandaging skills more than my own," He explained, then gestured to his chest. "After all, you did an excellent job here. Thank you."
The Prince became aware of a certain someone who was looking around with a noticeable frown. He briefly turned to Ella and gave her an understanding smile, holding neither anger nor malice. Perhaps his actions were too cryptic, but in all honesty, why play his part and embarrass her in front of her fellow rebels?

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

"Oh, I've had sparring accidents worse than this." Atlanta responded to the dark-haired acrobat with a wide smile and chipper attitude. Thankfully Onyx had volunteered to carry the weapons, and Ella forbade Quinn from taking them himself. Atlanta handed the bow and arrows over to the acrobat. "Thank you, Onyx! And thank you, Ella, for taking care of everyone."
Upon actually looking at Ella, the commander noticed the deepening frown on her face. Atlanta gave her a silent look of sympathy - the poor girl had suffered enough trauma today. The commander didn't press it right now, however. Not in the ruins of the battlefield they were about to leave.
Atlanta turned to Quinn with a big smile, picking up on the message behind his words. "That means a lot, you know. I'll make you a quiver even better than the last. Now come on, time to get you home so we can fix you up properly."
She stood up straight and called out to everyone in the clearing. "Alright, squad. We're ready to move out," Atlanta told them before leading the way onward. She looked back, of course, to ensure every member was accounted for. (Except Caleb's bird, which had disappeared in the chaos. That was fine. The actual Caleb was who she cared about finding - him and the rest of Team Omega.)

Sycamore Jin
Phoenix
Location: Headquarters
Tags: Soren, Kevin, Aida, Addison, Thiago, Adrienne

Sycamore wore a lively smile as she flitted to and from the different supplies, excitement growing as their plan came together. Even her usual quiet awkwardness had faded as she approached each friend in turn. First was Addison, who'd thought of bringing clothes - very important. "I'm glad you thought of that," Sycamore told her, then examined the carefully folded shirts and pants. "I bet you my tailfeathers, he will pick the green one. I'm serious about the tailfeathers though, keep me to my word!"
At first, Sycamore was confused at her friend's mention that most guys fit a large size. The Twodorian girl quickly reminded herself that some other districts actually did have guys being bigger. Oh, right...
She found herself wandering over to Thiago, who was now sharpening colored pencils. "Oh, drawing? That's a great idea," Sycamore told him with an encouraging smile. "If he ends up drawing this room, then we know we succeeded."
Next was Adrienne, who appeared to have put aside her earlier qualms about decorating. Sycamore approached her, already wearing a warm smile so typical of Twodorian mums. "Thanks for coming with us! Hmm... the only thing we haven't thought about is the bathroom. What should we put in there besides towels?"

[Stumpy.]

Aida had gotten started on coloring everything, taking the time to follow the exact scheme in one of the books they'd brought.
"Hmmm... maybe... here?" Aida pondered, adding a few highlights of green throughout the room. Though, there wasn't much info on what shade, Aida just went for using the shade on the clothing that had been picked out.
"Stuffandthings, maybe?" Aida inputted jokingly, unsure of what else would be needed. Bathrooms usually didn't require much decorating in the first place.
Aida took a step back to admire her current work, as well as survey the rest of the room to see where to keep working. I'm getting better at patterns, but it's still super hard to do. I doubt it could do anything weapon-y with them yet. Buuut, that's not the purpose right now, so I can work on it later!

[Zyn]

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☯ Female || Eighteen || Shields || Team Omega
☯ Location: The Edge of the Forest
☯ Tags: Team Beta, Team Alpha
xxxxxxx( Mentioned by name )
xxxxxxxAlastair, Atlanta, Ella
☯ Mood: Calm, Confident, Curious
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Aisling didn't expect Alastair to take her words so well, from what she could determine from his expression he seemed to like the picture she painted. It was the world she had grown up it and she wasn't sure how it panned out in the rest of the world but it was the one she knew and cherished. There were pieces of his expressions she couldn't quite piece together, the fond admiring smile was one thing. However there seemed to be a sort of look that he was giving her that spoke of years of experience. Which made no since, he was not much older than she was. Realizing that pondering that wouldn't get her very far she pushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on the job in front of. As her fingers glided over Alastair's injury she let her mind wander to the tie that was pressed against her neck. She couldn't help but be hyper aware of the lifeblood that pumped under that tie. It would be all to easy for him to swap sides and take her out. It was a thought that crossed her mind, not that she really thought he would swap sides but it was an interesting thought. If anyone of the other soldiers had been injured she wouldn't be letting them such close access to such a vulnerable place. With that she lifted her gaze up to meet green eyes. The smile was back which warmed her heart. Her own eyes widened slightly when he revealed where his grace came from. It made perfect sense, the graceful and elegant flow to his actions pointed to him being a ballerino. A slight blush colored her cheeks when he turned her own compliment on its head and shot it back at her. "Thank you, I have a lot of experience fighting with people who are much larger than myself. Being so small has it's benefits I will say that" she said lightly and offered a small grin.

Finishing up she sat back to look at her handiwork. However she didn't get long to admire it because her attention was pulled to the other rebels who seemed to be preparing to leave. In particular a gaze from a certain rebel caught her eye. Ella was frowning at them, for what reason she wasn't sure but she hoped it wasn't anything she had done. Glancing back at Alastair as he removed the tie from her neck she nodded slightly. "You welcome Alastair. Now if you will excuse me I think my skills will be needed now" she said softly before standing and tucking the medical kit in her pocket. Moving briskly towards the center of the rebels where she could stand near Atlanta. "Given how we appear I think it would be best that I conceal us from prying eyes" she said thoughtfully. Then lifting her right hand so that her palm was facing away from her and level with her shoulder, her elbow bent slightly to give the illusion of a casual stance. Her left hand extended back behind her in the most casual way she could. Summoning her shield a sky blue light flickered in her palms three times before it expanded forward. Passing through her allies like they were nothing and coming to a rest in a dome that covered everyone. "Okay, this will hide us from view and they won't be able to hear us either. I can't say if they will be able to smell us or not but if anyone has a power they shouldn't be able to sense us. I am ready to move when you are" she said reasonably.