IC Solitarus

[Banana_=P]

Thoroughly battered and bruised, the both of them do make it out of the way in time.


Though it's close, their distance gained seems it may be suitable to avoid injury..


(Whatever floats your boat! I just kind of hope someone accounts for him, lest he's just going to. Cease to exist, and that's hard to write with semi-realism)


The huge thing is too distracted to really notice much.


Raylen worriedly locks his gaze onto John and Ulyssia. As his metal gauntlets flare, he makes long, awkward boosted strides towards then, scooping up Ulyssia in a large metal arm before trying to nudge John along a bit faster.

With a final yank and a dull roar, the beast rips its blade from the stony earth, [30 - 10 = 20] a massive crackling discharge of currents ripping out across the ground, (5 (no Heavy Hitter), all opponents on the ground) and a spray of debris showering out as well, though it seems everyone's out of the range of the latter.

The bladed arm is visibly covered in cracks now, clinking quietly like ethereal ice as little chunks of the huge weapon clatter off, slowly drifting through the air as they dissolve like snowfall in spring.

No matter. Its gaze flits around wildly as it slowly regains its posture, leaning on its good arm and full leg as it slowly holds the huge bladed arm awkwardly out to its side.

Raylen, seeing the slow traveling electric shockwave, uses his other arm to blast up at full power, jumping and slowly descending over the shockwave with Ulyssia still in one arm.

Pixie jumps over the current discharge (D20: 15), Aurora just not caring as she floats and reorients herself in the air, readying a Shadow Ball...

(9 -3 = 6 ---- 58 - 6 = 52) The blow causes a spider-web of cracks to splinter up the beast's good leg, it staggers a bit, failing to fully readjust immediately, scooting back a bit.


The shot hits some of the remaining stony plating, knocking a few small chunks off, though doing little else.

The behemoth finally regains its posture, leaning back onto its crooked haunches.

It's bladed arm digs into the ground for support as its jaw rips open wider still.

Its maw begins to glow internally, currents beginning to focus within its stony mouth, thick golden arcs ripping loudly across its stone teeth.

Finish this. Now.

Raylen is keenly aware that this has all gone to . He sees the stony titan coiled back, beady yellowed eyes staring blanky down. Make or break moments, he's sure that's what this is.

"We've g-gotta.. push on. Just a little bit more. We can do this..."

As if to accentuate his point, he leaps forwards to cover Navy's retreat, both fists curled and elbows blazing, leaping up to blast towards the neck of the beast, punching with as much momentum as he can carry. (14)

He then attempts to cling on and punch again. (11)

Pixie charges, aiming to finish the battle off with two swift Hyper Voice screeches to the beast's torso, trying not to hit Raylen in the process (D20: 11, 17).

Aurora's Shadow Ball sputters out, Aurora gritting her teeth in frustration.

 

[Orchamut]

"That's... Less than ideal."
Navy uses a bit of his magic to levitate (7) but is plenty wobbly. He reaches the Sphiryss and grabs them, yanking them out of the crater and booking it to a distance away from the statue, using his spear to help carry the broken person. He also grabs the jaw.
"I sure hope someone here knows how to attach severed limbs!"

He's heavy.
Looking at him up close, it seems his body is supported by a metal wireframe instead of something like bones, and it's bent and torn in several places.
"Just... get me out of here alive... and we'll talk."

 

[Creeper326]

He's heavy.
Looking at him up close, it seems his body is supported by a metal wireframe instead of something like bones, and it's bent and torn in several places.
"Just... get me out of here alive... and we'll talk."

"Can't hear a thing" Navy holds the jaw on the underside of their head. "Try now."
He snickers, then puts the jaw in a pocket. He grits his teeth and tries to haul Sphiryss onto his back. He once more tries to use levitation (4), but due to the physical strain and external pressure, he isn't focused enough. Due to trying to use magic, he stumbles and falls, though he uses his body as a cushion for Sphiryss.
"Ahhh! Wh-why are you s...so heavy?"
A few cracks can be heard, but it doesn't seem like anything's broken. He stands back up and keeps walking, unable to run now but tries to move as fast as he can.

 

[Fluxxation]

Raylen is keenly aware that this has all gone to . He sees the stony titan coiled back, beady yellowed eyes staring blanky down. Make or break moments, he's sure that's what this is.

"We've g-gotta.. push on. Just a little bit more. We can do this..."

As if to accentuate his point, he leaps forwards to cover Navy's retreat, both fists curled and elbows blazing, leaping up to blast towards the neck of the beast, punching with as much momentum as he can carry. (14)

He then attempts to cling on and punch again. (11)

(14 - 3 = 11 + 11 - 3 = 8 ---- 52 - 19 = 33) Both blows shatter remaining stone plates and scatter halcyon fluid across the beast, and Raylen alike.

Unable to cling on further, he sort of awkwardly half-falls the ground, staggering back as quick as he can, the behemoth gazing down at him indifferently.

John Sharpfields

John is wiping the sweat off their scaly forehead. Well, trying to.
"(Noted.)"

They whirl their tail around once they run up to the giant, springing up to the giant's body, as if for a moment forgetting that gravity exists. It has partially 'hardened' by the time the first hit is about to land (9), and fully so the second time (17). As if for this final push, the Snivy put all the remaining strength in its only card - Iron Tail.
"(TAAAAAAKE. THAT!)"

(9 - 3 = 6 + 17 - 3 = 14 ---- 33 - 20 = 13) The first blow to the beasts' huge torso causes a dull thud, but the second splits a deep, wide crack across the whole thing's torso, internal pressures beginning to give out. Its golden glow flickers, stones losing form for a moment before they crunch back into shape. Radiant ichor leaks from across its whole body, but it refuses to give, for now.

Pixie jumps over the current discharge (D20: 15), Aurora just not caring as she floats and reorients herself in the air, readying a Shadow Ball...


Pixie charges, aiming to finish the battle off with two swift Hyper Voice screeches to the beast's torso, trying not to hit Raylen in the process (D20: 11, 17).

Aurora's Shadow Ball sputters out, Aurora gritting her teeth in frustration.

(11 - 3 = 8 + 17 - 3 = 14 ---- 13 - 22 = ---) The first strike rips away some of the stones covering the torso, and the second seems to strike a mess of golden veins, which shatter like glass.

The beast gives an audible exhale, a slow, drawn out gasp, the light flickering from its maw.

It falls loudly to the ground, narrowly missing Raylen, with it's lights beginning to sputter out, oozing the yellow radiance from its now shattered form.

It's good eye slowly grinds up, looking out across the group, all before it gives a final shudder, going limp.


The air begins to feel heavy again...

Raylen is frozen, a few feet ahead of the downed beast, shuddering as he looks into its now crooked, dead maw, still crackling with faint currents and a dull glow.

 

[Vella]

John Sharpfields

The snivy mutters something, almost throwing a curse, before noticing that they're about to crash to the ground.
Thud.
Thankfully, the only thing that the bad landing caused was minor pain. Nothing compared to pain the beast had dished before.
They look at Raylen, then at others, panting and heavily breathing, the air not letting them catch enough of it to recover from all the exertion.
"(That. Was too close.)"
The pain settles in. Muscle strain from excessively using the tail, the damage that the beast caused, both contributing. John endures for now, though their tail lowers to meet the ground even when they stand up.
He looks at two other unconscious creatures (Ulyssia, Akyrassha).
I better not think what would've happened to me in their places.

 

[Banana_=P]

(14 - 3 = 11 + 11 - 3 = 8 ---- 52 - 19 = 33) Both blows shatter remaining stone plates and scatter halcyon fluid across the beast, and Raylen alike.

Unable to cling on further, he sort of awkwardly half-falls the ground, staggering back as quick as he can, the behemoth gazing down at him indifferently.


(9 - 3 = 6 + 17 - 3 = 14 ---- 33 - 20 = 13) The first blow to the beasts' huge torso causes a dull thud, but the second splits a deep, wide crack across the whole thing's torso, internal pressures beginning to give out. Its golden glow flickers, stones losing form for a moment before they crunch back into shape. Radiant ichor leaks from across its whole body, but it refuses to give, for now.


(11 - 3 = 8 + 17 - 3 = 14 ---- 13 - 22 = ---) The first strike rips away some of the stones covering the torso, and the second seems to strike a mess of golden veins, which shatter like glass.

The beast gives an audible exhale, a slow, drawn out gasp, the light flickering from its maw.

It falls loudly to the ground, narrowly missing Raylen, with it's lights beginning to sputter out, oozing the yellow radiance from its now shattered form.

It's good eye slowly grinds up, looking out across the group, all before it gives a final shudder, going limp.


The air begins to feel heavy again...

Raylen is frozen, a few feet ahead of the downed beast, shuddering as he looks into its now crooked, dead maw, still crackling with faint currents and a dull glow.

Pixie takes a moment to sit down, resting.

Aurora, meanwhile, grits her teeth.
“…WHAT NOW, VENEVO?”

 

[Vella]

John Sharpfields

The snivy takes note of Pixie, and soon curls to rest themselves.

 

[Fluxxation]

Pixie takes a moment to sit down, resting.

Aurora, meanwhile, grits her teeth.
“…WHAT NOW, VENEVO?”

It takes a moment, as if his voice has to find its way to the group, but it pushes through in due time, a bit distant, almost faded, speaking into their minds with a general, flat tone.

"If the shrine's manifested guardian is down, you should have a safe return journey. The statues on the way w-"

His voice is removed, as if ripped from their minds.

The air is heavy once again, tingling their skin, the pressure returning. Audible crackling comes from the shrine as sound continues to further die out in the air. It could be as loud as continued thunder, though it registers merely as a quiet sizzling. The ground does quake ever so slightly, reinforcing the monumental shifting behind whatever drives the earth into motion.

Raylen staggers back towards the others, looking around frantically. He tries to speak, but his voice is washed away once again in the weight of the air itself.

At last, a massive, thundering golden bolt arcs out from the the ruins of the shrine, with it finding its mark in the corpse of behemoth. More bolts hail down, a constant stream in due time.

And all at once, they stop.

The behemoth twitches, the glow strengthens, its jaw snaps back shut as its eye returns to gilded life.

The stony titan pushes up on its whole arm, entire body still bleeding that ichor yellow, all whilst the crystalline blade on its other arm begins to reform, glassy shards rippling out like ice in a time-lapse.

It reeks of fulgor and stone.

RADIANT BEASTKIN

Spoiler: COMBAT THEME - RADIANT BEASTKIN

[STATUS EFFECTS, SHATTERED (Takes 1.5x damage),
SOL-FLAME SCORCHING (-3 DEFENSE AGAINST BOSS'S ATTACKS),
HEAVY HITTER]

[HP: 200/200]



​

It picks right back up where it left off, picking itself up off of the ground as its maw begins to glow brightly again.

Raylen is visibly shaking, both from exhaustion, and from fear. It's not like he expects to be able to go for round two. He turns and begins boosting away, looking back for any who might be still within the range of the beast, or hurt.

Some stones clatter to the ground loudly in the distance, a dull yellow glow twinkling to life near the top of the cavern.

​

 

[Vella]

John Sharpfields

This is real bad...
Although John is still in range of the beast, they back away from it. All while trying to drag the 'vulpix' away. He will need help with that too.

Akyrassha

The Fennix is pretty much going to be FUBAR if left to its own fate.

 

[Banana_=P]

It takes a moment, as if his voice has to find its way to the group, but it pushes through in due time, a bit distant, almost faded, speaking into their minds with a general, flat tone.

"If the shrine's manifested guardian is down, you should have a safe return journey. The statues on the way w-"

His voice is removed, as if ripped from their minds.

The air is heavy once again, tingling their skin, the pressure returning. Audible crackling comes from the shrine as sound continues to further die out in the air. It could be as loud as continued thunder, though it registers merely as a quiet sizzling. The ground does quake ever so slightly, reinforcing the monumental shifting behind whatever drives the earth into motion.

Raylen staggers back towards the others, looking around frantically. He tries to speak, but his voice is washed away once again in the weight of the air itself.

At last, a massive, thundering golden bolt arcs out from the the ruins of the shrine, with it finding its mark in the corpse of behemoth. More bolts hail down, a constant stream in due time.

And all at once, they stop.

The behemoth twitches, the glow strengthens, its jaw snaps back shut as its eye returns to gilded life.

The stony titan pushes up on its whole arm, entire body still bleeding that ichor yellow, all whilst the crystalline blade on its other arm begins to reform, glassy shards rippling out like ice in a time-lapse.

It reeks of fulgor and stone.

RADIANT BEASTKIN

Spoiler: COMBAT THEME - RADIANT BEASTKIN

[STATUS EFFECTS, SHATTERED (Takes 1.5x damage),
SOL-FLAME SCORCHING (-3 DEFENSE AGAINST BOSS'S ATTACKS),
HEAVY HITTER]

[HP: 200/200]



​

It picks right back up where it left off, picking itself up off of the ground as its maw begins to glow brightly again.

Raylen is visibly shaking, both from exhaustion, and from fear. It's not like he expects to be able to go for round two. He turns and begins boosting away, looking back for any who might be still within the range of the beast, or hurt.

Aurora gives up. She takes a breath, and then...screeches.
"WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE, YOU PILE OF ROCKS!?"

Some stones clatter to the ground loudly in the distance, a dull yellow glow twinkling to life near the top of the cavern.

Pixie readies himself for round 2, adrenaline powered focus and exhaustion overriding any ounce of fear he should be feeling right now.
<...Oh...boy...>
<...Should I...?>
Pixie looks around to assess the state of his teammates, seeing Ghurux not doing very well.
"...Wonderful."
Pixie readies himself as he stares at the Radiant Beastskin, setting up a Reflect Bubble around just himself, unsure how well he'll be able to hold off the titan practically on his own, or with the help of Raylen.
<...No...not yet. There's still people who can...fight..I think.>
Pixie takes a moment to catch his breath, exhaustion pushing down on him harder.

Aurora can't help but notice the yellow glow twinkling near the top of the cavern.

 

[Orchamut]

"Can't hear a thing" Navy holds the jaw on the underside of their head. "Try now."
He snickers, then puts the jaw in a pocket. He grits his teeth and tries to haul Sphiryss onto his back. He once more tries to use levitation (4), but due to the physical strain and external pressure, he isn't focused enough. Due to trying to use magic, he stumbles and falls, though he uses his body as a cushion for Sphiryss.
"Ahhh! Wh-why are you s...so heavy?"
A few cracks can be heard, but it doesn't seem like anything's broken. He stands back up and keeps walking, unable to run now but tries to move as fast as he can.

It takes a moment, as if his voice has to find its way to the group, but it pushes through in due time, a bit distant, almost faded, speaking into their minds with a general, flat tone.

"If the shrine's manifested guardian is down, you should have a safe return journey. The statues on the way w-"

His voice is removed, as if ripped from their minds.

The air is heavy once again, tingling their skin, the pressure returning. Audible crackling comes from the shrine as sound continues to further die out in the air. It could be as loud as continued thunder, though it registers merely as a quiet sizzling. The ground does quake ever so slightly, reinforcing the monumental shifting behind whatever drives the earth into motion.

Raylen staggers back towards the others, looking around frantically. He tries to speak, but his voice is washed away once again in the weight of the air itself.

At last, a massive, thundering golden bolt arcs out from the the ruins of the shrine, with it finding its mark in the corpse of behemoth. More bolts hail down, a constant stream in due time.

And all at once, they stop.

The behemoth twitches, the glow strengthens, its jaw snaps back shut as its eye returns to gilded life.

The stony titan pushes up on its whole arm, entire body still bleeding that ichor yellow, all whilst the crystalline blade on its other arm begins to reform, glassy shards rippling out like ice in a time-lapse.

It reeks of fulgor and stone.

RADIANT BEASTKIN

Spoiler: COMBAT THEME - RADIANT BEASTKIN

[STATUS EFFECTS, SHATTERED (Takes 1.5x damage),
SOL-FLAME SCORCHING (-3 DEFENSE AGAINST BOSS'S ATTACKS),
HEAVY HITTER]

[HP: 200/200]



​

It picks right back up where it left off, picking itself up off of the ground as its maw begins to glow brightly again.

Raylen is visibly shaking, both from exhaustion, and from fear. It's not like he expects to be able to go for round two. He turns and begins boosting away, looking back for any who might be still within the range of the beast, or hurt.

Some stones clatter to the ground loudly in the distance, a dull yellow glow twinkling to life near the top of the cavern.

​

"Please go faster."

 

[Creeper326]

"Please go faster."

"Y o u-d o n 't-b l o o d y-t h i n k-I 'm-t r y i n g ?!"
Navy, upon hearing the stone guardian stand back up, forces his legs to move into a swift jog while carrying Sphiryss. He, several times over, considers just dumping Sphiryss behind cover and rejoining the fight, but a little thing called basic empathy prevents him from doing so. Plus, he doesn't want to disappoint anyone especially after having been asked.
Growing increasingly desperate, he leans far forward so Sphiryss is nearly falling over his head, forcing Navy to sprint to keep him up and from overbalancing. He is running as fast as he can as of now.

 

[Fluxxation]

The beast's form seems mostly solidified now. The glow in its maw strengthens. This doesn't bode well.

Still waving (complete with cartoon wobbling sfx), the figure slides off of the back of the now thoroughly ing dead Behemoth, striding closer to the group with loud metal clanks. Their single yellow-dot of an oculus sweeps about, surveying the group before they speak.

Their voice is.. distinctly mechanical, but deep, old, a bit husky, like your cool war vet grandpa at a family reunion.

"Name's Gepard, Knight Gepard, if you're the formal sort. Couldn't help but notice you all had a bit of a problem with that.. ugly pile of n' bricks."

"I take it you aren't surface tourists? That hasn't happened yet, but you know what they say!"

He does not carry on. You don't know what "they" say. He does chuckle a few times, which is an oddly relaxing sound.

This all would be a lot easier to stomach if he hadn't split the behemoth apart in a single blow, and if he wasn't a solid ten feet tall, and VERY white.

Raylen’s eyes are wide enough to be seen at the edges of his fluffy hair, a rare sight indeed.

 

[Banana_=P]

The beast's form seems mostly solidified now. The glow in its maw strengthens. This doesn't bode well.

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Still waving (complete with cartoon wobbling sfx), the figure slides off of the back of the now thoroughly ing dead Behemoth, striding closer to the group with loud metal clanks. Their single yellow-dot of an oculus sweeps about, surveying the group before they speak.

Their voice is.. distinctly mechanical, but deep, old, a bit husky, like your cool war vet grandpa at a family reunion.

"Name's Gepard, Knight Gepard, if you're the formal sort. Couldn't help but notice you all had a bit of a problem with that.. ugly pile of n' bricks."

"I take it you aren't surface tourists? That hasn't happened yet, but you know what they say!"

He does not carry on. You don't know what "they" say. He does chuckle a few times, which is an oddly relaxing sound.

This all would be a lot easier to stomach if he hadn't split the behemoth apart in a single blow, and if he wasn't a solid ten feet tall, and VERY white.

Raylen’s eyes are wide enough to be seen at the edges of his fluffy hair, a rare sight indeed.

Aurora just...sighs a very small sigh of relief..somehow not being too shocked.

Pixie meanwhile seems to have dropped his jaw on the floor.
He does keep enough of his senses about him to pick up his jaw though (metaphorically).
"...Th-Thank you."
Pixie's Reflect Bubble dissipates.
<...Damn. Legendary levels of power...>
<Can't say I see that too often.>

Aurora, meanwhile, floats up next to Pixie, eyes narrowed with suspicion as she eyes Gepard.
"...Are you with that...puppeteer?"

 

[Fluxxation]

Aurora just...sighs a very small sigh of relief..somehow not being too shocked.

Pixie meanwhile seems to have dropped his jaw on the floor.
He does keep enough of his senses about him to pick up his jaw though (metaphorically).
"...Th-Thank you."
Pixie's Reflect Bubble dissipates.
<...Damn. Legendary levels of power...>
<Can't say I see that too often.>

Aurora, meanwhile, floats up next to Pixie, eyes narrowed with suspicion as she eyes Gepard.
"...Are you with that...puppeteer?"

His lens tilts upwards in a bit of a confused expression.

“With who?”

“Puppets are creepy.. eugh.. all those strings and everything. Not for me!”

That could be interpreted as an answer?

Raylen swallows hard before walking closer.

“S.. So… do all of your attacks look l-like that, or..?”

The “knight” gives a rumbling laugh.

“Of course not my boy! My Sol-core has been minimally used for the last 3 system years or so! That was 3 years of pent of kinetic effort, giveortakesinceIspent2and2/3rdsofthoseinstasis, so I won’t be doing much more of that!”

He holds his hand dramatically behind himself, his cape fluttering a bit in doing so.

“But I can do… this!”

The massive sword shudders in the behemoth’s split head, shifting a little.

The knight looks over his shoulder after a few seconds.

“Give it a minute..”

He repeats the reaching motion, and the sword shakes again.

“Sol ing damnit..”

 

[Banana_=P]

His lens tilts upwards in a bit of a confused expression.

“With who?”

“Puppets are creepy.. eugh.. all those strings and everything. Not for me!”

That could be interpreted as an answer?

Raylen swallows hard before walking closer.

“S.. So… do all of your attacks look l-like that, or..?”

The “knight” gives a rumbling laugh.

“Of course not my boy! My Sol-core has been minimally used for the last 3 system years or so! That was 3 years of pent of kinetic effort, giveortakesinceIspent2and2/3rdsofthoseinstasis, so I won’t be doing much more of that!”

He holds his hand dramatically behind himself, his cape fluttering a bit in doing so.

“But I can… this!”

The massive sword shudders in the behemoth’s split head, shifting a little.

The knight looks over his shoulder after a few seconds.

“Give it a minute..”

He repeats the reaching motion, and the sword shakes again.

“Sol ing damnit..”

"...Sol-core what now?"
"I was talking about that...voice. The...scientist guy. The one making all the robots that tortured us on the surface."
Aurora still sounds suspicious, but she seems to have calmed down at least a bit now. Pixie meanwhile is just..trying to wrap his head around his new situation, approaching Gepard to speak to him properly, and not from a fair distance away.

 

[Vella]

John Sharpfields

The snivy stops in track, letting go of Fennix. Both in awe and because her fur was beginning to cause him some serious discomfort (due to heat)
"(I-I can't handle that... and I'm real tired...)"
He goes back to lying curled, again trying to rest from this exertion.

 

[Orchamut]

"Y o u-d o n 't-b l o o d y-t h i n k-I 'm-t r y i n g ?!"
Navy, upon hearing the stone guardian stand back up, forces his legs to move into a swift jog while carrying Sphiryss. He, several times over, considers just dumping Sphiryss behind cover and rejoining the fight, but a little thing called basic empathy prevents him from doing so. Plus, he doesn't want to disappoint anyone especially after having been asked.
Growing increasingly desperate, he leans far forward so Sphiryss is nearly falling over his head, forcing Navy to sprint to keep him up and from overbalancing. He is running as fast as he can as of now.

His electronic voice mutters quietly.
"Thank you."

The beast's form seems mostly solidified now. The glow in its maw strengthens. This doesn't bode well.

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Still waving (complete with cartoon wobbling sfx), the figure slides off of the back of the now thoroughly ing dead Behemoth, striding closer to the group with loud metal clanks. Their single yellow-dot of an oculus sweeps about, surveying the group before they speak.

Their voice is.. distinctly mechanical, but deep, old, a bit husky, like your cool war vet grandpa at a family reunion.

"Name's Gepard, Knight Gepard, if you're the formal sort. Couldn't help but notice you all had a bit of a problem with that.. ugly pile of n' bricks."

"I take it you aren't surface tourists? That hasn't happened yet, but you know what they say!"

He does not carry on. You don't know what "they" say. He does chuckle a few times, which is an oddly relaxing sound.

This all would be a lot easier to stomach if he hadn't split the behemoth apart in a single blow, and if he wasn't a solid ten feet tall, and VERY white.

Raylen’s eyes are wide enough to be seen at the edges of his fluffy hair, a rare sight indeed.

His lens tilts upwards in a bit of a confused expression.

“With who?”

“Puppets are creepy.. eugh.. all those strings and everything. Not for me!”

That could be interpreted as an answer?

Raylen swallows hard before walking closer.

“S.. So… do all of your attacks look l-like that, or..?”

The “knight” gives a rumbling laugh.

“Of course not my boy! My Sol-core has been minimally used for the last 3 system years or so! That was 3 years of pent of kinetic effort, giveortakesinceIspent2and2/3rdsofthoseinstasis, so I won’t be doing much more of that!”

He holds his hand dramatically behind himself, his cape fluttering a bit in doing so.

“But I can… this!”

The massive sword shudders in the behemoth’s split head, shifting a little.

The knight looks over his shoulder after a few seconds.

“Give it a minute..”

He repeats the reaching motion, and the sword shakes again.

“Sol ing damnit..”

"I hate this day."

 

[Fluxxation]

"...Sol-core what now?"

"Oh, y'know."

"I was talking about that...voice. The...scientist guy. The one making all the robots that tortured us on the surface."
Aurora still sounds suspicious, but she seems to have calmed down at least a bit now. Pixie meanwhile is just..trying to wrap his head around his new situation, approaching Gepard to speak to him properly, and not from a fair distance away.

"THE PROTOCOL?? Not a fan of him either. Dealing with his tools and toys is a good chunk of the reason why I was-"

His blade finally comes free from the behemoth's head, zipping and slamming against his back with its broad side, magnetized there, lacking a sheathe. He stumbles a bit from the impact.

"Whew.. hah."

John Sharpfields

The snivy stops in track, letting go of Fennix. Both in awe and because her fur was beginning to cause him some serious discomfort (due to heat)
"(I-I can't handle that... and I'm real tired...)"
He goes back to lying curled, again trying to rest from this exertion.

Raylen approaches the two of them, though noticing the further away Chillet as well, moving to gather her up first.

He keeps a watchful gaze on the other two though, watching to ensure they're still breathing, at least.

His electronic voice mutters quietly.
"Thank you."


"I hate this day."

Gepard's lens upturns again as he gives a little wave towards Ghurux.

"Your party is in dire straits it seems! My turn to ask some questions."

"I got no answer about if your group were surface folk, but I'm assuming that's a no, not natives, at least! It seems you aren't augmented, but I'd have to warrant a guess that you're guess you're still.. Subjects, or at least, were Subjects. Would that be correct?"

 

[Banana_=P]

"Oh, y'know."

Pixie just..looks confused.

"THE PROTOCOL?? Not a fan of him either. Dealing with his tools and toys is a good chunk of the reason why I was-"

His blade finally comes free from the behemoth's head, zipping and slamming against his back with its broad side, magnetized there, lacking a sheathe. He stumbles a bit from the impact.

"Whew.. hah."


Raylen approaches the two of them, though noticing the further away Chillet as well, moving to gather her up first.

He keeps a watchful gaze on the other two though, watching to ensure they're still breathing, at least.


Gepard's lens upturns again as he gives a little wave towards Ghurux.

"Your party is in dire straits it seems! My turn to ask some questions."

"I got no answer about if your group were surface folk, but I'm assuming that's a no, not natives, at least! It seems you aren't augmented, but I'd have to warrant a guess that you're guess you're still.. Subjects, or at least, were Subjects. Would that be correct?"

Aurora clears her throat in an attempt to take charge of the question answering.
"Yes. Yes we were subjects, formerly."