[GAME] [RP] Incarnatum Mȳthologiae [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN] page 21

Amie

My hands ball into fists, almost drawing blood from either palm.
Keep your cool Amie, don’t lose it in front of him. If the little bitch wants to show up with an attitude, then let her.
“I’m Amintah, but you can call me Amie. This here is my partner, Desmond.”
He only waved. Such a timid man in front of strangers.
“I noticed the two of you had a little… unfriendly exchange back there. Where are his manners?”
That last bit was accentuated as we made eye contact, but nothing too extreme as to alert Desmond.
“And you are?” I continue, a fake smile plastered on my face.

Rosalyn Lightfell

Lynn

Um, she’s right, you know… Rose says. You really should’ve been nicer and-

Fuck that, I growl. “Manners? As if you’re the one to talk,” I snort at the “pretty lady” who introduces herself as Amintah. Is the asexual moron really that much of a moron that he doesn’t even know her name?! Bleh. “While the three of you were having that nice little chat over there, the rest of us here are worrying about food and shelter and surviving to see the next day!”

Lynn! Rose gasps. There… There is a thing called subtlety, you know! You should have…

Fuck that too, I say. “Why don’t we just cut the crap,” I fix Amintah with a hard glare. “Listen. All of us here,” one of my wings morphs into a hand shape to gesture at everyone behind me, “are survivors from Caelum Fortis. You know, the floating city that just fucking crashed from a few kilometers up?! Yeah, that. We survived the fall, we got our shits slapped by a bunch of demons and Magus Mechanicle assholes, and we just ran from the fucking Magus Supreme himself! Seriously, we could use all the help we get. Now, you gonna help us or not?!”

[Aside from Coal’s obviously missing horns and right arm, everyone else looks at least slightly beaten up. Except possibly Rosalyn, due to her being able to shapeshift.]

Nihil

What I can only think of now are my spells and the three pointless “aims” in my head. My broken memory, after the recent glance, seems to be clearer now, but still, it’s not time to reconstruct my memory yet.

And what can I do? Hopelessly, I start to lose patience.

“If you know where we are, you’d better tell me now. If you don’t, why don’t we ask someone in the village over there?” I gesture towards the village in front of us.

Amie

As she speaks, my nails dig into the already-sensitive palms, the fresh blood staining my white dress in the process.
“Look, I understand you’re desperate, but don’t walk up to me demanding help while treating me like—”
Desmond places a hand on my shoulder to restrain me from finishing the sentence. “Amie, please, just look at them… They’ve lost everything.”
He was right, the others did look like they went through hell, no doubt about that. Maybe I could tell myself repeatedly that I’d be doing this for them, her excluded, and it wouldn’t be as hurtful to my pride.
“Fine. Hephirix went out hunting for…” I trailed off, my memory suddenly faltering from the pent up anger.
“Bears,” Desmond whispers.
“Right, he went out to hunt for bear meat. In the meantime, we could look for shelter and get everyone settled in.”

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[I am so bloody sorry for not posting, my Internet connection has been really weird as of late and I had a lot on my hands]
Vinyl
I turn to Fang and think a little, “I think we should stay with these guys, until we can find something proper for Lavender.” I say reaching for my backpack and loooking back at the rest of the group. “Um, I have soup, like a lot of soup.” I didn’t clarrify bunny soup because a lot of people don’t like the thought of cute little bunnies getting killed, hells even I don’t like killing the white fur balls. I tar out a dozen or so canisters out of my backpack, it doesn’t make a full meal, but it’s something.

Pale Fang

I hold Lavender while I talk to Vinyl.

…Those Magi are a real pain. Had I more power and some increased resistance to magic and the elements, I could probably take an enforcer on my own. Right now though? I don’t think so…

Hephirix-Zatherex Ullulos
‘TRAH LAH LAH, LAH-LAH-LAH, LAH-LAH-LAH, LAH-LAH-LAH-LAH-LAAAAA, TRA-LAH-LAH LAH LAAAAH…’ .
I am hunting for bears. And everything around me is beautiful. It’s a whole new adventure, and how excited am I to be doing this so well. Beaaaars will soon be dead. Hahahaha.
Suddenly, an encounter! A man leaps out from behind a tree and waves a knife at me.
‘Alright, hand over all your possessions, mate… or missy, or whatever you are.’ .
What a dumb head.
‘ARE YOU A BEAR?’ .
‘…what?’ .
‘ARE YOUUUU A BEAR?’ .
‘…uh-’ .
‘YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE YOU ARE A BEAR. AR EYOU A SEEEECRET BEAR?’ .
‘One, stop yelling at me. Two, do you mean a werebear?’ .
‘UHHHH- yeeees.’ .
The guy smirks.
‘Well, as a matter of fact…’ .
He turns into a beaaaaar.
‘I am.’ .
I grin wildly.
‘I am hunting for bears. You will make good food sustenance.’ .
‘Pff! Not like that, you wo-’ .
I tyurn into the FUCKING DRAGON and scream at him. Or roar very loudly, which is the dragon form of screaming. He stops doing things for a moment, then tries to throw a fire spell of some kind at me. It bounces off of me, leaving only the small scorch mark, and I promptly clamp my jaws around his screaming upper body and flail him around in my teeth. So, granted that I walked a certain amount of distance from the place where the other people are, and he is a bear with some fairly great weight…
I fling the body in the appropriate direction. That should land at the edge of the clearing where I landed, then, and I will be the successful when people shower me with praisingness. Then I return to human form, and continue my hunt for bears and scorch trail leaving.

Rosalyn Lightfell

Lynn

That fucking attitude of hers, it makes me want to punch her in the face, stab her a few times, and blast her with some death beams. “You were treating us like air, ‘pretty lady’. What did you fucking expect me to treat you like, huh?! A demon queen?!”

Lynn… Rose is saying. But I’m too angry to listen.

“You know what?” I snarl at the bitch. “If you don’t want to help us, then don’t. Do whatever the fuck you want. Just don’t get in our way, or you’ll be s-”

Lynn!

“Hmph,” I give the “pretty lady” one last scathing glare before turning away. She can go be her demon queen somewhere else. And I stomp back to the group.

Oh no… Rose suddenly says. Vinyl! His knee! Quick, let me take over, before the wound gets infected or…

Fine… I roll my eyes, and give her control.

…

Rose

I rush to Vinyl as quickly as possible, white healing energy coming out of my hands. “I… I’m really sorry… I forgot about your wound and…” I say, cursing myself over and over inside. “Are you… Are you all right…? And…” I look at everyone else. A soft glowing white aura emanates from me, covering everyone up as much as possible. “Is anyone else hurt or…”

[Again, Rose and Lynn have completely different appearances (well, same face and body shape, but that’s it) and demeanors. Anyone who isn’t completely brain-dead should be able to notice that.]

Amie

“Did she just…?”
“Mhmm. I reckon she’s one of those split-personality type, and apparently her appearance goes with it. Regardless, I’m glad the ungrateful bitch—”
“Amie!” he interrupts, not the least bit pleased with my little comment. “You can’t just go around calling others such condescending names.”
Unbelievable… He was taking her side.
“But she started it!”
His look of disapproval made me regret such a whiny statement, and I sighed in response.
“Fine, I’m sorry for getting a bit worked up over nothing, you know I’m trying my hardest to manage my anger, especially when I’m around you. It’s not an easy mission for me, I’ll tell you that much.”
“I know,” he replies, pulling me in for a hug. It seemed as if we were enveloped in our own little paradise then, and I stood still to enjoy the moment for as long as possible.

Adrian

The type A personality girls fight. Verbally I mean, which is still an unfortunate shame. The day could’ve gotten at least a little better… Any ways, time to do something useful like “Going out to set up a perimiter” I say. It can’t hurt to get some scope of the area. Transforming into an ocelot, I walk from the camp.

You know, its kinda funny. I’ve never been in a forest before, but it feels sorta natural. Maybe it has somethingto do with the fleeting darting lights that are barely perceptible, and flee on sight. Maybe it is that humans came from the ground. Maybe its that cats come from forests, and an Ocelot-were is me. Maybe is is the juicy deliciuos birds flying above me. I want to chase them, but hold myself back for now. Moving through the treetops, I don’t see muchon the ground. Sticks, stones, grass, a rabit the size of a small house, trees, snakes, bran - , a rabit the size of a small house? Well, it probably isn’t agressive. I move on.

Two minutes later

I jumpoff the branch as a cat, and land as a human. “Nothing too out of the ordinary. Except a big rabbit with red eyes. Nobody pissed it off, right?” I turn my head slowly around the group, hovering over the hugging couple for a few moments too long.

Oloroar
Having finally entered the forest, I hear a roar. A bear, maybe? I jog towards the sound, thinking someone may be in danger. Wrong. The BEAR was in danger. From a DRAGON. Now, let me emphasize this. A DRAGON is in the woods, fighting a bear. Now, maybe this isn’t something to be alarmed about, considering Shifters are a thing. But a dragon is kind of scary. In fact, I was so scared I forgot to hide behind a tree to avoid it. But the dragon throws the bear, changes into human, and walks off. “Well I should not have been as impressed by that as I was.” I say, thinking the man is out of earshot.

[I assume nobody is paying attention to the bear that was just flung at the clearing.]

Hephirix-Zatherex Ullulos
‘Well I should not have been as impressed by that as I was.’ .
Ooooooooooh. I hear more person… behind me. I backshuffle into the place where I was fighting, then turn to look at the guy who said the thing.
‘Are… yoooouuuu… ab… ear. Are you ab ear? Bear. Are you that?’ .

[Honestly, Lynn didn’t react to it so I assumed I had read wrong.]

Amie

After our brief embrace, we walk off in the opposite direction to avoid further contact with whatever her name was, but our path is cut short when a bear lands right in front of us. Desmond and I exchange glances, and he smiles.
“Looks like your friend keeps his promises,” he adds.
“Yeah, you can say that. Do you have a knife on you?”
“Of course.” His hands reaches into his back pocket and with it, a beautiful blades comes out. He notices me staring at it. “A gift from our late father before his death.”
“He had good taste.”
Desmond laughs a little, caught off by my reply.
“Alright, let’s dig into this big fella.”

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Oloroar
“No. I’m a human. Magi. And that’s all you need to know.” I try my hardest to say this without sounding scared, but I don’t think it’s working. I begin slowly inching away from him, ready to Blink at a moment’s notice. Please. Please don’t turn into a dragon and bite my face off.

Hephirix-Zatherex Ullulos
I slowly walk towards him, then lean towards him until my face is directly in his face. My expression is serene; his is slightly terrified. Heheheheheh. So silly.
‘You are such a silly face, you know that? Ohh, I would not kill the innocent human magi, no…’ .
Slowly, as I continue to speak, my expression turns more and more insane.
‘I would toss the plans for a powerful spell between them and watch them fight to the death.’ .
By the end of the words, my pupils are probably pinpricks, and my grin is close to psychotic. Oh, wait. Haaaah.
‘So you like shifters, huh? In that way, I mean.’ .
This is the statement of fact. I can tell by how terrified of me he is that this is a true fact about him, only he is too closeted about it to realise at this moment in his life. I shall help him accept his preferences, if he allows me to.

[Come on, Vinyl. Do you think it’s a good idea to ignore her when a healer asks if you’re feeling all right?]

I would toss the plans for a resurrection spell

[It is common knowledge that there are no resurrection spells or rituals.]

Raymond Lloyd

I narrowly avoid a chain of large bullets. Fortunately, they’re very linear. Unfortunately, they are soon followed by more. I react slowly, but fortunately the edge of the bullet barely scrapes against my ice armour, and I’m not even sure if it did anything, other than melt some ice. It doesn’t help that from below me came blue bullets that float upwards slowly. I end up doing some sort of awkward dance to avoid the blue bullets while working my way around the room avoiding the red bullets, apparently aimed at me. “What’s a Touhou, and a Spellcard duel?” I immediately regret saying this, as not only does this give her a chance to spew out some other confusing and inane thing, but it distracts me enough that a blue bullet burns my leg. Unfortunately, this then leaves me to take a direct blow from a red bullet, causing me to be hit by an entire chain and stumble and fall. I then do what I should have done at the beginning, boosting my capabilities with spells including my regeneration, and reinforce the barely holding ice armour, though I was doing this when hit regardless. I then attempt to launch a spread of ice shards and ‘seeds’ for Delusion of Enlightenment at whoever-it-was again, before nearly being burned by yet another chain. I can tell-This fight of being burned by streams of bullets is going to be just wonderful.

[Mah bad, took me the week to get myself back into school after winter break]
Vinyl
“Nothing you should worry about.” I say with a smile. I let her heal my wound as I think to myself. What am I going to do about Lavender? Something aches me to protect and stay with her, but I don’t think I can do my life risking moves anymore, I guess I’ll miss jumping into explosions to steal the final kill.

Oloroar
“No.” My face hardens into a solemn mask. How many times has every, ANY magi been asked that question. It wasn’t a thing the first time I was asked it, and it never will be. Except for that one time… well, I don’t talk about what happened on my trip. I am legally bound to refuse any questions about what happened, or what I did, or who fixed me. People usually think that. That when I left, I was broken, and I came back fixed. I wasn’t fixed in any stretch of the word. I’m still the original Oloroar the Mad. Off topic, and I am probably violating my agreement somehow by even thinking this. “I will leave now. I am going to walk away, and you will not pursue me, you filthy-minded animal.” I turn my back, and before he can do anything, I Blink back into the trees. I then activate Void Walk and double back, being sure to stay hidden just in case he can see me in this form, heading in the direction the dragon threw the bear. He wouldn’t need an entire bear for himself, would he? Logically, there has to be someone else. Maybe more than one someone. I don’t know. But I’m going to find out I think resolutely.

Hephirix-Zatherex Ullulos
‘Duuuuuufe! I meant you like them as friends, not sexual partners! DUH!’ .
I mean, OBVIOUSLY, lots of humans don’t like having sex with people who are shifters or beests, because that would be… something or other. That one words. Yes. But anyway, this guy’s mind is very disgusting, due to what he immediately probably assumed. Silly man-man-man.
…oh, well. I continue my hunt for the bears. Woo-hora.

Adrian

Nothing much happens in two minutes. “I am going to get rest.” I point to a tree. “In that tree.”

I change into an ocelot, and climb the tree to the top branches, and sleep.

[Sorry for my inactivity, for the usual reasons (depression, bad time management, bad sleeping habits, Skyrim). Oh, and I spent much of my time today making characters for BC’s new game that I may or may not actually play.]

Rosalyn Lightfell

Rose

As I hear Vinyl’s confirmation that he’s all right, I sigh in relief. “Good…” I force out a smile, and look around. “Anyone else…?”

No one says anything. Adrian is sleeping on a tree. The minotaur, whose name I don’t know, is sitting against a tree near a river. Pale Fang is silently tending to Lavender. And Amintah and Desmond have already walked away.

I should’ve at least apologized to them…

No you fucking shouldn’t have, Lynn snaps. You don’t want to apologize, and you know it.

But of course… If Lynn is angry at something, it means I’m angry too, deep down. We’re the same person after all. But at least I could’ve asked her to stay…

That bitch doesn’t even give a shit about us, Lynn sounds like she’ll spit if she’s in control of our body. Why the hell else would she just walk off like that?!

Yeah… It’s clear to me. Amintah doesn’t actually want to help us, not like how I would in her situation… I may be too fearful, but at least Lynn would never just walk away if she sees a group of crash survivors desperately in need of help. Am I expecting too much of the world…?

Hmph. We never needed the bitch’s help anyways. She can go fuck herself like that asexual retard.

I slowly walk toward a tree and sit down, burying my face in my knees and hugging my arms around them. Now that the life-threatening danger is over, things begin to come back to me. I… I’ve lost everything… Everything I’ve ever known and loved in my life…

But did I ever have anything to begin with…?

I know that I should feel sad for the loss. I do feel sad, but… It’s a dull, aching, throbbing emptiness, like an imperfectly anaesthetized wound after my heart has been ripped out. Did I ever have anything? Do I have anything, even right now? There is little tying our little group of survivors together. Vinyl even implied that he wouldn’t necessarily be staying with us, if not for Lavender.

No one even thanked me for healing them…

And I begin to think of Christopher’s memories that I’ve seen. Horrible, painful memories, tainted full of oppressively dark thoughts and emotions. The world… I didn’t have any delusions about how nice it is, but I never thought… I feel so small. The world is big. And cold, uncaring. Despite knowing what Lynn and I can do in combat, I feel weak. The world is a bad place, and there’s little I can do to change that…

Why am I still alive…? Why did I not die in the crash…? What is there to live for…?

Tears have begun trickling down the corners of my eyes some time ago. But I’m too tired to do anything about them. Even Lynn is silent. Before, she was going along the lines of “do now, think later”; but now we are at the “think later” part… I let out a small sniff, and shudder slightly; I hope that doesn’t disturb anyone around me…

I just sit there, and silently cry. There is nothing else I can do.

Amie

Desmond is staring at me as I’m slicing up the meat. I avoid eye contact and pretend not to notice, but he’s persistent, and he won’t turn away.
“What is it?” I ask, feeling a little anxious.
“Those people over there must be starving. How about I take some of this over to them so they can have some food in their stomachs?”
“Look, she clearly stated she didn’t want my help, and I’m going to respect her wishes.”
“Yeah, but she never said that to me. Besides, you know she didn’t fully meant it.”
He kneels next to me and places my bloodied hands in his. “Please?”
“Alright, but hurry back. You owe me big for this, and I mean that.” The tone of my voice plus the expression on my face backed up the statement, hopefully getting the point across to him.
He gets up and grabs part of the bear that hasn’t been cut up, placing it over his shoulder.

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Desmond arrives in the area where the survivors are resting, and swiftly places his delivery on the ground.
“I’ve brought you some food, there ought to be enough for everyone.”

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Rosalyn Lightfell

Rose

Desmond brings us parts of a dead bear. I know it’s rude… but I don’t say anything in response, or make any sort of indication that I’ve noticed him. I’m not hungry… and I can absorb energy from the atmosphere. Not everyone else can do the same. I should leave my share of the food for them.

I continue to cry.

Adrian

The smell of food is what wakes me up from my catnap. Not the man saying that the food is. That just reinforced that there was food. I get up from my laying position, and I jump into the little clearing and change into human form. Rose is crying. I wonder why.

Screw the food. I can get some for myself later.

I walk over to the ground next to Rosalyn and sit down on the grass a meter away to the left, staying silent, waiting for her to feel comfortable talking tome about it.