Single Thread RP The Terra

[Fluxxation]

The goat, overhearing Gerald's words, nudges Xueqing and whispers. "Is that true?"
Xueqing looks at the goat. "No clear indications since we've met; even if he was one he probably already changed for the better."
Then, she turns back at the crew and slowly walks near Gerald and Harraket, her steps unstable but somewhat steady. The dark sword, with the power channeled in it, has ascended in quality...
Her eyes seem to have locked on the two.
"Not very polite of you... to just bring away one whose side is ambiguous, huh?"
"You might see him as a serial killer, but we don't think so. At least most of us don't."

"Intrigue? Is that all you can think about? We're doing you a favor in taking a genocidal maniac off of your hands, and yet you still fight over him. Has he changed? Do you think there's anything running through that mind of his right now, other than the fact he wants to rip our heads off?"

He pushes through Song's blade slowly, stepping back as the gaping wound in his torso slowly begins to patch back together.

"Guise. Full cola'tral is gran'ed."

Staggering weakly closer, Arentine leans on his zweihander, the patter of his blood dribbling from his wounds leaving a red trail in his wake.

"Get rid.. of.. them.."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? I have to wonder which of them you're going to kill for their abilities first... I'm sure I could guess right if given a bit to think.. but we don't have a bit, do we?"

He turns, striding calmly towards the mines, rapier now mended and sheathed.

"Buy me a few minutes Hurricane. Formation, fulgurous stone."

In a flash, Harreket has leapt, electrified, and landed to block the path behind Gerard, battleaxe raised. He's a bit roughed up, but still looks like quite the formidable roadblock.

"You all have until I get back to make up your minds."

 

[Vella]

Ossea slowly gets up. Clearly upset, clearly in pain, clearly with a leg that seems to be a bit crushed as she leans on healthy one, clutching her knife in her hand, going close to Arentine to lean on them, just as badly beaten even though blood doesn't show it.
/Ugh. Everything ing hurts. Chest hurts, leg hurts, no gun to fight them properly./

Odeanther (Hex: 666666, will add sheet to him soon) looks at himself, a bit reflectively.
My ally was indeed protecting this armored figure... but why? Weren't they a mass murderer?
They seem to doubt their original goal to finish the figure out. And yet they have no weapon.
Except for what lays in ground. No issue if he grabbed one, he thought to himself.

He looks around for weapons that were dropped in the field.

Nocturn apparently is returning to the other group (ie. Esther's characters). They've seen enough. And they don't want to join this mess.

 

[Esther]

Nocturn apparently is returning to the other group (ie. Esther's characters). They've seen enough. And they don't want to join this mess.

(a)
(I'm open for interaction as needed, I suppose.)

 

[Vella]

Spoiler: The Classic

Name: Odeanther
Nickname(s)/Pseudonym(s) (optional): Odio (by PIDF)
Themes (optional):
Age: 38
Height (optional esp. if you're troubled): ~1.82m
Weight (optional esp. if you're troubled): 77 kg
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Human
Appearance: Wears a full suit of Syndicate armor - black clothing and white trims, with white mask and red glasses. Behind it is just a dark-haired human with light, tough skin, gray eyes, mostly having the surface under his clothes blistered from the combat with Oracle.
Personality: Generally seems to be manipulative. It's a misconception created by PIDF that he is such. In reality, he is calculating, but open to cooperation when needed. He also never forgets his debts. He treats them like they last forever, though.
Equipment: None but the Pal Spheres. He had his shotgun stolen, the bone pickaxe shattered.
Abilities: Tactics. The most useful ability of Odeanther is his knowledge of squad tactics. He is also halfway decent with heavy weapons.
Strengths: Extremely hard to convince to join the wrong side if needed to be. Really tough when push comes to shove.
Weaknesses: Extremely hard for him to accept new members of the group. He also, when push comes to shove, isn't a good unarmed fighter.
Known backstory (optional): "Look. First of all, our village was settled for... how long. Twenty years? Maybe a bit longer. I took a walk as a young person. Went back, everything was burning. One, twisted scream. The Bushi ambushed the village. No one but me had lived through this. Alone, defenseless, either I would die, or I had to join someone.

And Zoe was closest to me ideologically. Look, Syndicate might sound bad, mostly because of the hypocrites from Free Pal Alliance. But we at least have camraderie. Colleagues liked it when I played some piano.

And I tried to catch the Chillet as a part of assignment. You know, nothing personal, orders. I intended it to be quick and easy. And yet, they stood in my way. Had to end them, couldn't do my job otherwise..."

"As I said, orders. I have one supervisor above me. And then they answer to Zoe alone. Aaanyway, it's not like I always did strike at this Bushi. Sometimes, I could hear colleagues dying, the fiery katana brandished, ready to slice. Only for someone else to cover for me. The supervisor. He had been probably the best man the Syndicate ever had. Charismatic, excellent tactics... and yet, this Oracle right here sliced him down like air."
Soul color (optional, can be necessary esp. if souls are tangible in your lore): Navy Blue
Extra: First loyalty is to Zoe Rayne and her alone. Second is to Lin's group for killing Bushi, accident or not.
Fun facts (optional): Knows a lot of classical music.
Text identification (Font usage is optional): #666666

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Nocturn... seems to arrive at Esther instead.
(Some cluster-Grime crap here in the cave... I couldn't follow that at all... too much for me)
They scowl, shaking their head.
Also, why are they mentioning Grime?

 

[Esther]

Nocturn... seems to arrive at Esther instead.
(Some cluster-Grime crap here in the cave... I couldn't follow that at all... too much for me)
They scowl, shaking their head.
Also, why are they mentioning Grime?

Esther doesn't respond for now. She still seems a little tired.

 

[Banana_=P]

(15, 3, 11) With his rapier still in his other hand, he hastily deflects two of the spikes with the slowly mending blade. One lodges into his hip, though he pays it no mind, too busy with Song.


(13) The slicing causes it to shift in his side, pulled a bit further out, but still not far enough.

"I'm sure you know what it's like to have obligations. Call your friends off. No matter what Arentine did for you, I can assure you he isn't worth your lives."

"You're fighting with the intent to kill so you can save a merciless killer. Is that really righteous to you?"

"Last chance. Really."

He doesn't seem to attack at all this time around, slotting his second revolver away, reaching his open hand out as the arm rapidly lengthens, deforming and stretching to grab his other lost revolver as it snaps back to its regular shape, the revolver being stowed.

Song grinds her teeth.
"Hypocritical of you to go on about righteousness when you don't care what your clients do with the body."
"I've killed many as well without mercy.

"Intrigue? Is that all you can think about? We're doing you a favor in taking a genocidal maniac off of your hands, and yet you still fight over him. Has he changed? Do you think there's anything running through that mind of his right now, other than the fact he wants to rip our heads off?"

He pushes through Song's blade slowly, stepping back as the gaping wound in his torso slowly begins to patch back together.

Song draws out her blade.
"Does any of that matter if you intend to use his corpse to inflict just as much suffering in death?"
"You wanted a usable corpse, don't you?"

"Guise. Full cola'tral is gran'ed."

Staggering weakly closer, Arentine leans on his zweihander, the patter of his blood dribbling from his wounds leaving a red trail in his wake.

"Get rid.. of.. them.."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? I have to wonder which of them you're going to kill for their abilities first... I'm sure I could guess right if given a bit to think.. but we don't have a bit, do we?"

He turns, striding calmly towards the mines, rapier now mended and sheathed.

"Buy me a few minutes Hurricane. Formation, fulgurous stone."

In a flash, Harreket has leapt, electrified, and landed to block the path behind Gerard, battleaxe raised. He's a bit roughed up, but still looks like quite the formidable roadblock.

"You all have until I get back to make up your minds."

Song stares...before slowly sheathing her blade.

Song then turns to everyone...seeing the chaos going on with Odeanther, the Oracle, and the Knight.
She opts instead to check on Cyan, glancing at Arentine to check his status.

 

[Fluxxation]

Ossea slowly gets up. Clearly upset, clearly in pain, clearly with a leg that seems to be a bit crushed as she leans on healthy one, clutching her knife in her hand, going close to Arentine to lean on them, just as badly beaten even though blood doesn't show it.

Where Arentine would usually punt someone for trying to lean against him, it seems he has scarce strength enough to stand, let alone get mad and lash out in the slightest.

Song grinds her teeth.
"Hypocritical of you to go on about righteousness when you don't care what your clients do with the body."
"I've killed many as well without mercy.


Song draws out her blade.
"Does any of that matter if you intend to use his corpse to inflict just as much suffering in death?"
"You wanted a usable corpse, don't you?"

Nearly out of earshot, the man turns for a moment, casting his gaze back to Song.

"I butcher him, or he butchers you."

With that, he continues to stride towards the mines, his entire body seeming to waver, almost coming undone as he enters.

Repositioning to the entrance of the mine, Harreket stands guard, axe hefted.

Song stares...before slowly sheathing her blade.

Song then turns to everyone...seeing the chaos going on with Odeanther, the Oracle, and the Knight.
She opts instead to check on Cyan, glancing at Arentine to check his status.

He's hunched over his great blade, gauntlet creaking as he claws at his ruined chestplate, crimson staining his bronzy fingers.

He looks dead ahead, grey eyes shrouded in a haze, far from their typical sharpness. He turns pointedly upon catching the gaze of Song.

"... Vantablack. He sent two of them this time. Get ready to fight or die... or.. leave.. right now."

"That applies to all of you."

Gone is the jovial tone from his voice, or the cold, comedic glint in his eyes.

 

[Asternove]

{I’ll try to get a submission in soon, hopefully tomorrow. I know who I’m adding at least.}

 

[Cream Starlight]

Noticing she accidentally (almost) slashing off Oracle's head, she lets out a gasp. "Wha-"
(YOU WON!
Gained 23 EXP and 0 copper.
Your SLV increased.)

Before she can mind Oracle, she hears something from Gerald... and Xueqing seems mad about it.
"He's done nothing very wrong when he's with us, and his actions proved you wrong. And, beyond that, even if he'd be dead, you refuse to give him peace by using his body as some sort of currency, so if you really want to get him slaughtered, get ing wrecked!"
She throws the sword upwards, and suddenly disappears.
A portal opens, and the same girl except in a starry outfit and not anymore transparent flies out of it, just catching the sword.
"I hope you reconsider; my stance will remain firm."
XUEQING's ATTACK drastically increased.
XUEQING's DEFENSE drastically increased.
Riversi seems shocked. "Hey-"

 

[Cream Starlight]

*All the way to the West, on the beach of the land opens a portal. Out of said portal steps a reluctant lizardfolk, looking from the portal and to the new land. He glances back on last time, seemingly nervous. With a deep breath, he steps onto the sand, and the portal closes behind him. He is holding some kind of book, and he puts it away in his satchel so no one but him may touch it. He begins walking inland, hearing gunfire in the distance. With a sigh, he unwraps his Morning Star from his belt and slinging it over his shoulder as he walks into the forest.*

(Where would the destination be?)
Inside the forest there are all kinds of animals. Squirrels, possums, rabbits, and slimes... slimes. None approached him with ill intent, though.
Further inside, there is a little hut. It seems discarded.

 

[Cream Starlight]

The Knight's remaining 15 swords vanish.
Then, looking at Arentine, he nods.
"I can take all of them out at once. However, to ensure our crew has enough strength to face off the Big Black... I'd like this fight... to be a practice."
The Big Black... sounds like someone strong... and scary.

Xueqing and Riversi stare at the Knight, visibly annoyed.

The latter just shrugs, and suddenly, he flies to Ossea, and carries her back inside the cave.

Cyan is with a bone sword. She doesn't seem very much strained.

 

[Fluxxation]

Arentine, his rigid face finally shifting, begins to giggle with a heavy rasp, stifling a cough as he wipes his bloody mouth and nose along the back of his armored hand. He looks up to the knight with an expression somewhere between humored bliss and a demeaning smile.

"You idiot."

"We aren't going to kill them, we can't kill them. Even if you could, that just puts us even further in the line of sight of Vantablack. They see your grandstanding, and it only puts coal to their burning blood."

"Be glad they sent rookies, I doubt most of the others would've even spoken while ripping us to shreds."

"I say we run, far, and fast, and to a place where they can never hope to find us, some little hole in the ground somewhere, just long enough for them to find bigger fish to fry, then we don't have to risk getting killed, or worse, killing one of them."

A quiet rumbling begins echoing out from the mine...

 

[Cream Starlight]

Arentine, his rigid face finally shifting, begins to giggle with a heavy rasp, stifling a cough as he wipes his bloody mouth and nose along the back of his armored hand. He looks up to the knight with an expression somewhere between humored bliss and a demeaning smile.

"You idiot."

"We aren't going to kill them, we can't kill them. Even if you could, that just puts us even further in the line of sight of Vantablack. They see your grandstanding, and it only puts coal to their burning blood."

"Be glad they sent rookies, I doubt most of the others would've even spoken while ripping us to shreds."

"I say we run, far, and fast, and to a place where they can never hope to find us, some little hole in the ground somewhere, just long enough for them to find bigger fish to fry, then we don't have to risk getting killed, or worse, killing one of them."

A quiet rumbling begins echoing out from the mine...

"Eh, who cares." The Knight shrugs.
Just at this time, some black thing starts emerging from the floor.
The Knight, seeing this, seems visibly disturbed. "Oh ."

"He is aware."
The Knight shifts his bat into a purely black katana...
Somehow... there emerges a black, featureless "humanoid".
Then, another 4 also starts emerging.
The Knight then seems a bit relieved. "He only send goons? Great."
——————[[ACCURACY : ??? | F105: DAMAGE]]——————
The 5, including those are emerging, are sliced in halves. They grow instability, but they seem to be stabilizing themselves.

"Best chance to leave, it's hella hard to kill these things."
"However, when you just run away, they might chase you, but they're very slow. You can outrun them pretty easily."
"And when they don't find a target? They vanish."

Xueqing, aware of this, then grabs Riversi ("Hey wait waaaa---") and slashes one of the figures once more before flying out of the cave with the sword, not bothering to really stay.
The Knight also brings Ossea out and puts her on the ground nearby the entrance. Then, he flies back to the mine, seemingly waiting for something.

 

[Vella]

Ossea quickly flails out. "H-hey! What about Arentine!?"
Clearly she wants him alive, clearly she is just worried about them.

"." Odeanther runs out of the cave quite fast, knowing one goon will not defeat many.

(Also, uh, if Cream doesn't respond, tech issues.)

 

[Cream Starlight]

The Knight: "I will take care of the situation."
Then, he turns to the figures.
"If the Big Black have already noticed we're here, we're in great danger. They didn't come here themself, though..."

/Need some help?/
Xueqing flies back still in her Astrefelica form, and lands beside Ossea. It's safe to assume Riversi disappeared or was escorted.

Cyan decides to stick with Song...

 

[Fluxxation]

Arentine doesn't need to be told twice that someone else intends to handle his dirty work. He stifles a gleeful grin, beginning to hobble away, still using his zweihander like a huge, bladed cane. His mobility, and strength, seem to be returning by the second.

The exterior of the mine begins to buckle in upon itself, a dull ringing groan ringing out from within.

Harreket's grip tightens on his axe. Whatever is happening within the mine behind him is nearing its completion..

 

[Banana_=P]

Ossea quickly flails out. "H-hey! What about Arentine!?"
Clearly she wants him alive, clearly she is just worried about them.

"." Odeanther runs out of the cave quite fast, knowing one goon will not defeat many.

(Also, uh, if Cream doesn't respond, tech issues.)

The Knight: "I will take care of the situation."
Then, he turns to the figures.
"If the Big Black have already noticed we're here, we're in great danger. They didn't come here themself, though..."

/Need some help?/
Xueqing flies back still in her Astrefelica form, and lands beside Ossea. It's safe to assume Riversi disappeared or was escorted.

Cyan decides to stick with Song...

Song gestures for Cyan to follow her.
"...Come on Cyan. We're leaving."

Arentine doesn't need to be told twice that someone else intends to handle his dirty work. He stifles a gleeful grin, beginning to hobble away, still using his zweihander like a huge, bladed cane. His mobility, and strength, seem to be returning by the second.

Song walks to Arentine’s side, tone still icy. She's still on edge.
"...Do you need help?"

 

[Fluxxation]

Song walks to Arentine’s side, tone still icy. She's still on edge.
"...Do you need help?"

"It's not like you look any better yourself."

Harsh, very harsh. Probably can be taken as a no..

 

[Cream Starlight]

Cyan then also runs with Song.

The Knight transforms into a ball, and accelerates out of the cave.

Four of the goons stabilized themselves, and a wicked smile starts appearing on their faces.

 

[Banana_=P]

"It's not like you look any better yourself."

Harsh, very harsh. Probably can be taken as a no..

Song touches her side where Gerard got a clean shot on her...
"Keep up then."

Cyan then also runs with Song.

The Knight transforms into a ball, and accelerates out of the cave.

Four of the goons stabilized themselves, and a wicked smile starts appearing on their faces.

Song breaks into a sprint, blood trailing. Seems her adrenaline stops her from feeling her bullet wounds much.