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♔ CARMA
 Posted: Oct 10 2017, 10:28 PM
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??? • Canadian • Feels • The snowy place


Trickster
There! In the corner! But turning there is nothing – not a sound, not a wisp, not the faintest trace of anything. Yet, I’m sure! It’s not the mind of a child that cries these words but a man, overtired, strangely exhausted by the world and worn down and weary. Whyever has he been so tired of late? He knows not, but a dread seems to have settled – ever since August, he has grown steadily more and more worried of the world. Then again, his daughter had gone missing in that time, disappeared for a day and returned miraculously in what was called a strange mass-kidnapping. Fortune was with him that his daughter was unharmed. But now in every corner there were shadows that crept about.

It’s nothing unusual, he convinces himself. A trick of the light, something out of the corner of his sight, shadows, yet they grow more frequent as days go by. Spots in his vision just in the periphery that seem to swim and dance and move fluidly like a living thing. Turn! Look! And nothing – once again nothing. Oh, but there is – a shadow, a shade, a creature which exists just enough within the realm of reality for even adults to be aware of it, but only just enough to bear witness to faint flashes. They feed upon that uncertainty, the worry, they foster and grow it and now, this creature grows and feeds still. This man is its target; this night it will not simply inspire that dark feeling of uncertainty but create an all consuming paralysis. He will live his life uncertain, a constant feeding ground for dark creatures like itself. And when he is bloated and full to bursting with that paranoid energy it will move on to the next.

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HP: 2/2
Action: N/A - Player gets first move
Notes: This one may appear weak, but it has some...tricks up its sleeve~

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✧ JOSEPH MEIER
 Posted: Oct 11 2017, 05:43 AM
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120 • Cursed Human • Conviction • Rheydt, Germany


The ability to speak is no shame. It is shameful only when actions do not follow words. To speak well is good. To act bravely is even better. The typical reactionary can neither speak nor act. He has somehow gained power, but has no idea what to do with it.
Joseph Meier
Sitting on bayonets is uncomfortable.
Joseph had been trying to relax from the events of the south. Seeing an old enemy again had not exactly been fun. He'd been looking forward to settling back, reading, and actually doing his job writing articles. It was nice to shove everything painful into the background; Averin's disappearance, his breakup with Roman, thoughts of Skoll. Just walk down the street to get some fucking coffee and not have to worry about anything.

It was a weird thing, not to worry. Joseph had spent most of his life in a frenzy of work, stress, self-hatred, depression, and drinking. If he wasn't worrying or hating something, he wasn't breathing.

But of course, something had to foul up his good mood, and that something came in the form of a man walking down the street. Normally Joseph would have ignored the man across the way, or he would have blended into the scenery, but the flashes he was catching near this man were so...odd. He'd never seen anything like it. Just little flickers of something, like pinholes in the sky that sucked up light. It was like the man had some sort of malaise or parasite. Was it Oor? The bastard couldn't have followed him all the way north! That, and he'd never seen outward signs like that. Just that weird dead-shark look in someone's eyes.

Joseph turned, limped across the street, and began following the man. Yes, it was definitely something. He got this strange sinking feeling when he got close. Well, here went nothing. He couldn't keep following this man as a man. He'd start looking like he wanted to mug him.

Coffee would have to wait. He sighed, set his cup down on a passing newspaper stand, and ducked into an alley. Shifting to a dog only took a few seconds. A man went into the alley, a sleek black german shepherd trotted out again. The smell struck him first. Between the stenches of garbage, piss, humans, food, and concrete was a strange scent that stuck to the man like glue. It burned his nostrils. What in hell was that thing? It couldn't be man. He followed closely behind the man.

He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but one thing was certain: he didn't fucking like whatever it was slinking around his city.

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HP: 3/3

Action: Following afflicted target.

Notes: Joseph has shifted to the form of a black german shepherd. He'd welcome some insight as to what the fuck this thing is. He no likey.

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☽ NINIANNE TAMESIS
 Posted: Oct 11 2017, 01:39 PM
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1600 • Lady of the Lake • Justice • Avalon
Lady Archive 696 posts application plotter wanted tracker other


Ninianne had been busy, checking in on matters around the city through the past few days. And the nights were no less important. With the fall of night, shadows growing deeper and longer, the activity on the streets thinning- though never quite ceasing in this city that never slept, all manner of ill intentioned people grew bold. They took advantage of darkened alleys to surprise their victims, counting on far less potential witnesses and then disappear into the shadowy streets. And then there were even the sort of injustices that could occur day and night, corruption and cruelty hidden inside the walls of any number of buildings. But at the moment the Lady of the Lake wasn't sure that it was just a mortal criminal that was giving her the sense of something amiss in the shadows. It was of course that time of year when fear was always just around the corner. Mortals actively seeking frightful stories, flocking to haunted houses and donning gruesome costumes.

It was all in fun, that much Ninianne had come to understand as she watched the season of Samhain transform into what it was now. But there was a fine line between the thrill of a brief scare and true terror. And with so much of the former at hand it made for a perfect feasting ground for Nightmare King and his ilk. A tiny push would be all it took to cross the line. And sure enough it was not long before she caught sight of a very anxious looking man walking along the streets. Ninianne watched as he made his way along the street, glancing furtively around nearly jumping at even the slightest shadow or hint of movement.

Next she spotted the reason why. A dark shape, nearly invisible in the shadows cast by the buildings and occasional others passing by. Blue eyes narrowed as she tried to focus on the shape as it darted along the concrete, never quite properly in her view but still there none the less. Finally recognizing it must be some sort of fearling creature and it was quite clearly targeting the man. No doubt the cause of his growing fear and she could feel the pull of injustice, this creature intended to not just feed on his fear but to fuel it and drive him deep into paranoia and dread.

In a few quick strides Ninianne moved across the streets, billowing white fabric of her dress trailing behind her. Most mortals were blind to her, the Lady of the Lake was just an old story, but even the rare believer would likely just think her a teenager dressed up like so many others around this time, returning from a party or something of the like. That was until a silvery glow appeared around her hand.

As she approached the shape of a sword appeared in the light and Ninianne noticed a dog that seemed to be following the man as well. But so far away from water she had no way of telling if this was an ordinary animal or something more. Either way she would keep her eye on it but the menace of the fearling had the bulk of her attention.

Once she was close enough she swung the sword at the area of darkness trailing behind the mortal. Watching to makes sure the blade did not come near the mortal, a believer or not Excalibur could do damage, she knew she would likely only scratch the creature at best but hopeful it would be enough to force it away from him.

"Leave the man be," she said, piercing eyes fixed on the shadowy form as she held Excalibur ready in case it struck back.

HP: 3/3
Action: Slashed at shadow
Roll: 5
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✧ PAIGEN SAGITTAR
 Posted: Oct 11 2017, 02:54 PM
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4.5 billion or so • Celestial (Sagittarian) • Discovery • Upstate New York


You've come so far
Keep moving forward
It was the time of year for fear. It didn’t take long to learn the habits of humans and Paigen had been studying them for far longer than most. By now, she knew the details and intricacies of their customs and festivities by heart and, while she rarely had inclination to take part herself, she knew there were plenty of other magically inclined sorts who did. Hell, a great number of them were so entrenched in specific holidays that they drew life from it. And others…just took advantage of it. Halloween, and the days leading up to it, were one such festival. Fear was rampant; most of it was good-natured and bizarrely delightful, but some of it carried that specific stink that made the beasts in her heart growl.

Until recently, she would have kept herself out of it, only engaging creatures who fed on fear when they crossed her path, preferring to keep herself tucked away and hidden from the conflict that had fallen from the stars with the surviving handful of her kind, but such naïve notions had rocketed out the window when she had gathered all the starchildren she could get her hands on and led a haphazard charge into the heart of darkness to reclaim what was hers. It had worked, but it had been stupid and reckless and had cost her dearly. It had also awoken her to the fact that she had no right to remain neutral in this war; it was her fight to begin with and she had far too much at stake to let others decide her future.

So she patrolled. Every so often, whenever the air felt thick or the world felt unnaturally still, she would ride into the city and patrol the streets, Boudine waiting to be summoned to her hands and her flames burning bright just beneath her skin, ready to spark to life at a moment’s notice. Ready to fulfill her duty to purge the shadows where they overstepped their bounds.

Tonight she had found a particularly sour scent to follow, one that led to a solitary man and, though most eyes would probably miss it, a malevolent shadow that flicked around him, stoking his fear to a debilitating terror, all so it could feed. Parasite. Nevermind the fact that its closeness to its chosen host made it rather difficult to attack. Even with her magic imbued into them, her arrows were arrows and no less dangerous to humans than they were to the shadows. Nothing to do but follow, hidden on the rooftops and wait for an opening to present itself.

The opportunity came when a girl in white appeared from the shadows of the buildings, vaguely familiar and magical to the Archer’s nose even before she summoned a sword and marched towards the afflicted man, clearly with no fear of being seen. The big blade was swung and before the whistle of its cut through the air fell silent, a brilliant flame whizzed past the swordmaiden, carried on an arrow that was aimed for the heart of the dark creature.

HP: 3/3

Action: Flaming Arrow

Roll: 4

Notes: Apparently, Paigs parkours.

words: 515 | tag: JOSEPH MEIER NINIANNE TAMESIS @shadowydouche | notes: Light ‘em up

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♔ CARMA
 Posted: Oct 11 2017, 11:44 PM
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??? • Canadian • Feels • The snowy place


Shadows moving….everywhere, something was shifting and twisting. The man had hoped that fresh air, a breather in the night, would help clear his head but it was only getting worse with time. He was almost sure he heard footsteps now. The shadow, however, was never far; it lurked, it loomed, phasing in and out of sight, just visible from the corner of one’s eye only to disappear again at the slightest turn. As it fed upon that paranoia, it seemed to grow - at least, one would assume, as black spots became larger wisps that broke off only to vanish as before. It was gaining strength from its victim rapidly - but he was not alone.

At once there appeared a woman. The fearsome creature shifted under her gaze, fading out of sight as if it was never there. Sword met empty air; and the man, though not a believer by nature, felt a swell of anxiety in his chest. He had no idea why….why this night was so terrible….why he was so afraid...but the sure claw of cold down his spine told him something was very wrong. He turned around to see not the woman - she remained invisible to him - but a dog, perhaps wild, perhaps rabid? Perhaps it was after him? But...it was just a dog….why was he so jumpy? "G...go on, shoo already." he muttered under his breath, wiping at his brow.

He shook his head, shifting as the darkness sank its claws deeper into his heart, exposing those delectable fears. It appeared in the corner of the woman’s gaze, just out of her sight, just barely there -

And then it burned.

From out of nowhere, seemingly out of sight, there came fire, raining upon the shadow-creature - and, naturally, startling the already spooked man.

The darkness exploded into a swirling cloud, shown only in the barest of visibility as little spots that danced and danced in the corners of the viewer’s eye. But its pain was not alone - the man, its host, equally felt a stabbing pain in his back - something he attributed to his own shitty posture, his own growing age. He stopped in his walk, letting out a hiss and rubbing at the pained area, a perfect reflection of exactly where the fire had exploded across the shadow-beast. He drew deep breaths to steady himself. Why on earth did it burn so hotly….?

The shadow continued to veer in and out of sight, before suddenly....disappearing? The man, in that moment, had stopped completely and was looking about him with a wild paranoia, beyond that which he already had shown.

"Whoever's there....show yourself! I can h-hear you!"

His gaze, somehow awakened to the magic around him, fell upon the sword-wielding woman. He let out a startled cry. "What the hell do you want?! Who are you?"

The shadow was still there....only now, it hid in the worst of places, curled in the depths of one man's fears.



Defend vs. Ninianne: strangely, the direct attack seems not to have had any effect…
Defend vs. Paigen: 2 vs. 6 - failure to defend.
Action: Hide
HP: 1/2

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✧ JOSEPH MEIER
 Posted: Oct 12 2017, 02:01 AM
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120 • Cursed Human • Conviction • Rheydt, Germany


The ability to speak is no shame. It is shameful only when actions do not follow words. To speak well is good. To act bravely is even better. The typical reactionary can neither speak nor act. He has somehow gained power, but has no idea what to do with it.
Joseph Meier
Sitting on bayonets is uncomfortable.
Joseph followed a bit closer. He looked a bit miffed at the 'shoo' comment that came from his quarry. Shoo indeed! He was curious and the man seemed so ill. He wasn't a philanthropist by any means but he knew what it was like to have such demons glued to your soul. He'd sought out supernaturals in the long, long past that had acted like this. Afraid. Even if he couldn't (or didn't want to) help he could at least find out what newcomer was in the neighborhood.

Well, he found out one thing very quickly. This man was hated.

That became obvious when a silvery creature floated across the street at them. Joseph couldn't help but stare. She was like something out of a novel; dress billowing out and catching the sun, blonde haired and blue eyed. She was easily the most beautiful thing he'd seen in years, and he barely noticed stopping in a half-step to watch her. That was, until he caught sight of the sword in her hand. She swung between them, narrowly avoiding hitting Joseph and not at all hitting the frightened man in front of the dog. Then she spoke. Stay away from that man? Was that directed at him? What in hell had he done?! He'd just followed him!

God, how he wished he could speak as a dog, but now his temper was up. He bared his teeth at her and took off after the man with shadows trailing him. Then...fire. A bolt of hellfire rocketed past him and struck the man. Christ, they were under attack! Maybe if he could get this one to safety he could ask why the hell he was being attacked by a...by...whatever the hell she was.

And honestly, this man was asking all the questions Joseph himself wanted answered. One thing was for certain, they had to get out of here. A psychotic woman was after them. He whined at the man, wiggling his tail entreatingly. Dog, see the nice doggy. Now listen to me you dumb fear-paralyzed animal. He approached the man and lifted his head to the man's shirt, intending to tug at it, to guide the man further down the alleyway.

Joseph knew a place they could hide. He just needed a little trust.

Curiosity was eating him, but he was also getting flashbacks to being hunted. He knew what it felt like, and how terrifying it was.

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HP: 3/3 Action: Attempts to grab sleeve and lead hoomin to safety. Roll: Dice Roll: 1d6: 5 = 5 Notes: Joseph still has no idea what the fearling is or why the guardians are attacking. He thinks it's just an innocent supernatural who has done nothing wrong. ASGARD @LADY_ARCHIVE CARMA

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☽ NINIANNE TAMESIS
 Posted: Oct 12 2017, 02:50 AM
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1600 • Lady of the Lake • Justice • Avalon
Lady Archive 696 posts application plotter wanted tracker other


Excalibur slid through the air without even the slightest resistance as the shadow seemed to shift out of the way before Ninianne's very eyes. And then a great many things seemed to happen in quick succession. The man was shoo-ing something...the dog that was still trailing not far behind. There was movement over her shoulder, not the dark glimpses of the creature that seemed to linger in the corner of the eye. No, this was bright and gave off warmth as it whizzed by Ninianne causing her to flinch away from it on instinct and glanced down to see a burning arrow. And unlike her attack this did actually seem to find it's mark.

But the man also appeared to suddenly be in pain, his hand moving to massage very nearly the same spot on his back as the arrow had struck on the shadow. It wasn't just trailing him...it had somehow connected itself to him. Which meant getting rid of it without harming him would be all the more difficult. And where had that arrow come from?

Ninianne tried to follow the angle it had come from, but in the darkness she could see no other attacker. And the man was speaking, apparently even if not a believer he was growing aware of the commotion so near to him. But then to Ninianne's surprise his gaze fixed on her, and growing understandably alarmed as he questioned her.

The fearling creature was apparently impervious to Excalibur, there was no immediate source of water that she could see, there was a mysterious archer in the area, and now the man could see her. Even the dog now made it's way to the man, Ninianne tensing slightly due to her nerves already being on edge but the dog seemed to have no ill intent instead almost seeming protective of the mortal.

Her right hand, still holding the ancient blade, lowered to her side as she raised her left with her palm out in a placating gesture. "I mean you no harm," she said, her voice soft but steady. Still carrying herself with an aura of what she was, a being of justice, one who could be trusted. Now she just had to decide how much to tell the man. He could see her now, and the fearling seemed to have slipped from sight even as he felt its pain. A combination of factors that did not bode well. "I want to help. You have sensed...some sort of danger here, have you not?" She began cautiously trying to gage how receptive he would be to the idea of unseen threats and mysterious happenings.

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HP: 3/3
Action: N/A - she's just talking

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CARMA
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✧ PAIGEN SAGITTAR
 Posted: Oct 12 2017, 08:04 PM
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4.5 billion or so • Celestial (Sagittarian) • Discovery • Upstate New York


You've come so far
Keep moving forward
Her arrow struck true, piercing right into the center of the dark creature. Of course, there’d never been any doubt of that, had there? It wasn’t often that the Sagittarian heir missed her mark. Unfortunately, the shadow seemed a bit more resilient than most of its kin, refusing to be dispersed and curses in every language Paigen had ever learned (and a few she had forgotten) ran through her mind as the creature’s host rubbed at the exact spot on his own person in pained agitation. That couldn’t be a coincidence. Gods. Damned. Parasite.

Stowing her arrows, Paigen made her way from her rooftop perch to the ground far below, using the staggered heights of the buildings, fire escapes, and narrow ledges to aid her descent, as swift and silent as shadows herself. This would require a different approach. Which, she wasn’t sure, but she damn well intended to find out. First, though, she had to ensure the creature – and for now, its host – didn’t run off into the night where she’d have to hunt it down all over again. Drawing nearer, she sent her flames out before her, sending them to encircle the chosen battleground, even as some more-than-canine mutt tried to herd the infected sap away. No, that wouldn’t do at all and, unfortunately, neither would the swordmaiden’s sudden attempts at diplomacy.

This situation didn’t call for tact and it just so happened that Paigen had none.

HP: 3/3

Action: AoE, Ring of Fire

Roll: 1 T_T

Notes: This is what happens when you don’t rub your dice on Steady first.

words: 239 | tag: JOSEPH MEIER NINIANNE TAMESIS @shadowydouche | notes: Oops?

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♔ CARMA
 Posted: Oct 13 2017, 08:55 PM
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??? • Canadian • Feels • The snowy place


Fear began to grow, festering darkly in the man’s heart. The seeds were sown; his soul was safe for now, protected by whatever strength of character he held at his core; but it would only be a matter of time before that fear consumed and the man became a dark creature much like the Fearling itself. Though what aspect of fear he would represent had yet to be discovered…such fascination! But the man was not so fascinated as the Fearling; in fact he was quite frightful. Not this time afraid of the dog – no, it was nothing more than that. Instead he feared the woman who had so suddenly appeared! Was she a spectre, a figment of his imagination? Was she there the whole time and he’d somehow missed her? She brandished a sword so fearsomely!

He was terrified.

When even the dog seemed to whine at him, he was quite certain that something was very wrong today. Dogs were able to sense this sort of thing right?! That something was wrong? He could see the creature was trying to get his attention. He wasn’t sure if he should trust it – but as the dog tugged at his shirt, he found himself letting it guide him. A dog he could probably handle. Someone with a bladed weapon? Not so much. But the woman was speaking – mean no harm…. she was just trying to lure him into a sense of security, right?

Fear her. Remain uncertain. If you turn your back….she’ll kill you!

”Sensed danger? Yes. It’s right in front of me. You’re carrying a damn sword, woman! If you don’t mean any harm, put it down. What do you really want? Who are you?”

The appearance of faint, flickering flames seemingly out of nowhere wasn’t helping anything. It was nothing drastic, like a wall of fire, just a flickering haze he could easily jump over, but all the same, where the hell was it coming from? ”Is that you, too? Is it?!”

The Fearling wasn’t going to just stand around, though. From the corners of their eyes, those nearby could see sudden blackness, shadows swirling, inspiring a sudden maddened burst of fear. Little flames did nothing to deter its power, and out it reached.
HP: 1/2
Defend against Ring of Fire: 6v1 - Lol
Action: AoE – Fear Aura
Roll: 3
Notes: If y’all roll less than a 3 against the fear aura, you’ll probably start getting paranoid and shizz….no damage, but your next roll for action would take a -1 hit.
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✧ JOSEPH MEIER
 Posted: Oct 14 2017, 12:28 AM
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120 • Cursed Human • Conviction • Rheydt, Germany


The ability to speak is no shame. It is shameful only when actions do not follow words. To speak well is good. To act bravely is even better. The typical reactionary can neither speak nor act. He has somehow gained power, but has no idea what to do with it.
Joseph Meier
Sitting on bayonets is uncomfortable.
No harm? No harm fucking indeed! Even he could see the little shimmer of sparks and licks of flame that flared up around them and died down just as quickly! No harm in setting them both on fire? He stood in front of the man and snarled, but it seemed the creature behind him had its own way of defending itself. He felt a wave of shadow wash over his furry body and flow toward the strange woman. He...didn't feel much, other than a persistent niggling at the back of his mind that told him to run and run now.

Right now? He was a bit more angry at being out-and-out lied to by a woman that had swung a sword at him and hit an innocent man with flames. He shifted back, artfully keeping the dog-like snarl of his teeth until the very end to maximize the effect of his death glare. "Are you fucking serious, woman? You hit this man with a fucking firebolt, and almost chop off my goddamn nose, and here you are saying you're not here to harm us? Bull-fucking-shit." he snapped at her. "I saw what you just tried to do with the fire. Very subtle, missy, but I'm short, not BLIND."

Joseph turned to the man behind him, making sure to keep his body sideways so the strange woman was in his peripheral vision. "She's going to kill us both if we stay here." he told him. "We need to run, and we need to run now. I'll explain who I am later."

He turned back to the woman and cracked his neck. "Try coming at me without the scimitar, you bed-curtained bitch. I'll teach you not to try and assassinate random people in my part of town." he growled the challenge as he stepped backward, trying to herd the man behind him. That was it, keep her distracted on his foul mouth while making the distance greater. Hopefully, enough to hit the alley wall and edge toward the back of the buildings to their left or right, putting a corner of brick between them and the ghostly swordswoman.

CARMA, ASGARD

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HP: 3/3

Defense: Roll was a 6, defended against Fear AoE. Didn't make the defense total, he felt a little of it. Actions: Foul language and edging away. Pretty much all he's doing.

Notes: Jo plz.

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☽ NINIANNE TAMESIS
 Posted: Oct 15 2017, 03:14 AM
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1600 • Lady of the Lake • Justice • Avalon
Lady Archive 696 posts application plotter wanted tracker other


Ninianne could hardly blame the man for not believing her words, this situation looked bad. The trouble was that the danger he was in was very, very real and pressing. People did not just become believers in the blink of an eye. He had been oblivious to her moments ago and now saw her precisely when the flickering darkness had converged with him. He was feeling the pain of the creature even when he was not actually touched. It was obvious to the Guardian what was happening- the fearling was taking him, it was inside him and presumably feeding off of his fear. And she had been a Guardian to have picked up on what happened when a fearling was allowed to possess someone.

That alone made the situation problematic enough. Harming the innocent was out of the question. So how was one supposed to fight a fearling while it was inside an innocent mortal? But on top of that there was someone else present and all she knew about them was that they were a fire user. It seemed like they were also trying to defeat the fearling but they were still concealed somewhere in the darkness. And they hadn't stopped with the arrow because now fire lit all around them. The flames were not high nor did they give off any dangerous level of heat but there was a certain ominous sense about it, an effort to entrap them. And whoever they were was only making it more difficult for Ninianne to prove that she was not the threat here.

A darkness that seemed to loom in the darkness all around them setting her on edge. It was manageable but still only served to add tension to the whole situation. Ninianne had been holding Excalibur down at her side already, clearly not ready to use. But it seemed its mere presence was still enough to unsettle the man. The nagging fear that hung in the air made Ninianne hesitate a moment. Being unarmed- even if she could summon it back with relative ease- was an unsettling thought. But the fact was a blade was not the weapon for this situation. Not when any direct attack would either fail to do any damage or would hurt the mortal. But there was one other property Excalibur possessed that might be of some good use. After all, light was the greatest weapon against creatures of darkness. But the moment's hesitation was all it took for a whole new development to occur. And just when Ninianne thought things had gotten as bad as they possibly could...something started to happen with the dog.

The canine form began to shift and change unnaturally until suddenly a man stood where the dog had been. A man who looked...somehow familiar. Most of his coarse language and ranting went ignored as this was rapidly getting out of hand and there were a good number of factors more pressing than a bit of rude name calling. What was far more important was just who the man was. Trying to recall why he looked familiar to studied the man. And almost immediately when piercing blue eyes met his she saw the traces of one who had stood as a leader at some point. And all the ways he had used that power and authority was laid bare before the Lady of the Lake. Her eyes narrowed in sharp judgement as she saw the charisma and wit, the strategic mind not used to serve justice but rather to oppress. Arrogance and selfishness. And that was when she finally recalled, years ago when the sharp tug of injustice seemed to be pulling relentlessly at her wherever she went. Her influence had gone largely ignored by most of the inner circle of the Nazi party in Germany but she had tried. And she had caught glimpses of those involved.

"You," she gasped, recognition and shock clear in her expression. How could someone from then be alive? And still youthful? Well...she supposed she knew the simple answer to that, he had just shifted from dog to human before her very eyes. Obviously magic was involved. Her eyes narrowed in a look of guarded suspicion and wariness but...in the moment she actually sensed no ill intent in him. Even as he accused her of summoning the flames she felt no deceit, no willful effort to place blame on the wrong party. He did genuinely believe that they were her doing. And she felt no intention to do the mortal any injustice either. So, history aside, he was not the real threat right now.

She did not miss his efforts to usher the man away. If her earlier idea was to work she needed to do it while the man and the fearling were still close by. Even then it was a long shot. They wanted her unarmed...or as unarmed as someone connected to the sword could be. Then even if the light was not enough it might at least help to gain their trust.

In a swift movement she lifted the hand that held Excalibur's hilt and placed the blade across her other hand holding it out before her. The gesture might have looked like an offering of the sword but almost as soon as it was in position the metal began to shimmer and glow. There was a bright, albeit brief, flash of silvery light and when it faded Ninianne stood empty handed.

"When I struck with that sword I was aiming for the creature of darkness and fear that was clinging to you like a shadow. The fire is not my doing, I have no power of that element. There is someone else here, I suspect also hunting the same creature I was after," she spoke, meeting both men's gaze. She spoke only the truth and she came here to help. And so she was determined to settle the misunderstanding and re-focus on the real danger.

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HP: 3/3
Fire Ring Defense: 4 vs 1 - unaffected
Fear Aura Defense: 6 vs 3 - unaffected

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✧ PAIGEN SAGITTAR
 Posted: Oct 15 2017, 05:13 AM
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4.5 billion or so • Celestial (Sagittarian) • Discovery • Upstate New York


You've come so far
Keep moving forward
Her flames were weak, low in volume and intensity; not a real obstacle at all. But, for the most part, they seemed to be serving their purpose of keeping the fearling-infested human in place. And also, she noted as she drew nearer, exacerbating the situation, only adding to the sharp scent of fear. Brilliant. Her fighting style was geared towards attacking, but she was not wholly blind to what just didn’t work. So she pulled them back, the street eerily dark without their faint, flickering glow. Besides, they were needed elsewhere.

In the wake of the return to darkness, deeper shadows moved, and for the briefest moment, the Sagittar felt something quail within her, a stirring of fear that was quickly snuffed as her fire flared, not in the night, but inside her very heart, the warmth and safety of the fire of life shutting out the creeping fingers of terror. This is where her power thrived, not in offense, but in defending from the corruption of darkness. Hers was the fire that kept the cold and the shadows at bay.

The dog that she had identified as more-than-beast became a man she quickly assessed as less-than-human, and rude to boot, and for just a moment she paused, eyeing this new element. He was…problematic. Well-meaning if the words that weren’t derogatory were anything to go by, but a problem just the same. His intentions were counterproductive to the objective of this engagement and with an innocent life in the balance, she didn’t have the time to indulge them.

”What you are, is in the way.” Swiftly, with an agility honed over innumerable years, Paigen launched herself at the snarling man, fixing his location in her mind just before she lost him in the sudden flash of blinding light. Dropping low, she arched a sweeping kick at where his legs should have been, intending to take him out of play. Or, at the very least, draw his focus to her so the swordmaiden could finish off the shadow beast unhindered.

HP: 3/3

Defense v Fear Aura: 3 v 3 (Nullified)

Action: Attack (Joseph)

Roll: 1, GDI

Notes: If you aren’t with us, you’re against us.

words: 339 | tag: JOSEPH MEIER NINIANNE TAMESIS CARMA | notes: Relentless Attacker, yes that is Paigs.

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♔ CARMA
 Posted: Oct 15 2017, 09:43 PM
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??? • Canadian • Feels • The snowy place


Oh, oh great. The dog wasn’t a dog at all. And that was just doing wonders on the good man. He flinched, watching as a dog suddenly changed into a human spewing profanities. Oh that was lovely. And he was talking about….something about fire and...us. Why was he talking about “them” like they were together? Yes he’d accepted the guy’s offer of guidance when he thought he was a dog! But this was creepy and weird and what was he, a werewolf?

He definitely didn’t doubt those words though. They needed to move or else they were going to die. They’re all going to hunt you down. That’s what he believed. He didn’t know about the explaining later part though. ”You just changed from a dog to a man.” he said, voice shaky, ever so slightly. ”I don’t trust that. I don’t know if I can trust you even if you say I should. What are you?”

Right now, probably the only person who could fight that woman.

”Deal with her first. Then we’ll talk.”

But can you trust him? Won’t he turn on you too?

Worse still was that the woman and the canine seemed to know one another. And not on good terms. What was all this about? She looked actually pissed at the guy...and then suddenly she was holding out her sword and god-

...Wait no. Now it was gone? What? How did she…and what was she talking about, a creature of darkness? He didn’t have anything attached to him except the mongrel dog-man that had sort of been tugging at him. Did she mean that guy? She didn’t seem to be aiming at him though. He liked even less the idea that someone else might be watching from somewhere. God….

Suddenly as...as if on cue, there was another voice, a female’s voice. And there she was - whoever this stranger must have been...the one who was “helping from afar” as the other woman put it. What was he supposed to do now? She was attacking the guy….the guy that seemed to be his only somewhat stable person right now….why were these women against him?

”H-hey come on now, stop that! Stop it!”

The shadow embedded itself deeper. The man, though, moved forward, trying to punch the woman attacking his friend.


HP: 1/2
Defense: None
Action: Attack Paigo with Puncho
Roll: 6....
Notes: Human what are you doing

PAIGEN SAGITTAR JOSEPH MEIER NINIANNE TAMESIS
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☆ MOULDER
 Posted: Yesterday at 03:21 am
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N/A • Dick • N/A • WA


The ability to speak is no shame. It is shameful only when actions do not follow words. To speak well is good. To act bravely is even better. The typical reactionary can neither speak nor act. He has somehow gained power, but has no idea what to do with it.
Joseph Meier
Sitting on bayonets is uncomfortable.
"Joseph Meier." Joseph answered the man's question. "And I'm not asking you to trust me. You'll do whatever the fuck you want. Right now I'm the only thing standing between you and a crazy woman with a very large pigsticker."

He eyed the woman with the blade. You? She recognized him? "Do I know you?" he asked her suspiciously. Someone he knew from the old days? She looked like something he would have jumped to put in a propaganda film. If she was, he didn't remember her, but the look on her face said they'd at least met. Somewhere. God, maybe he'd slept with her and pissed her off. He had enough of those episodes in his life.

Before he could find an answer she extended her blade to them, hilt first. Before he could figure out whether he wanted to take it or not, it vanished. Ah. Showing them she was unarmed. He listened to her, but his body posture was still stiff and untrusting. He took a look at the man. He could see the shadows around him, and this time he looked at it objectively. "You're telling me.." he said slowly. "..that the shadows on this man are some sort of parasite?"

The question of whether or not the fire was her doing was also answered quite quickly. Normally he'd have challenged her without evidence that the other being was here, but the other woman was making a hell of an appearance. The bolt of light was a damn good warning, and he assumed that if the bitch was going to attack him she was going to go for his leg. The obvious weak point. Oh, so that was the fucking game was it? Distract him with one bitch, while the other tried to get him unaware?

"Run!" He shouted at the man with the shadows around him. "It's a fucking trap!"

That wasn't going to happen. He shifted back into a dog and easily dodged the kick for his legs, turning and attempting to sink his teeth into her thigh. He heard the shout of the man to stop, but he wasn't sure if that was directed toward him or her. Hopefully her. She had a hundred pounds of snarling german shepherd to deal with.

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HP: 3/3

Defense v Kick: 5 v 1 (avoided)

Action: Attack Paigen

Roll: 2 (Damn)

Notes: This is turning into a disaster and I love it..

CARMA ASGARD

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☽ NINIANNE TAMESIS
 Posted: Today at 03:39 am
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1600 • Lady of the Lake • Justice • Avalon
Lady Archive 696 posts application plotter wanted tracker other


Did he know her? No, Ninianne held no expectation that he should know her in fact she would be rather surprised if he did. Whether he had improved his character remained to be seen but in the days that their paths had crossed Joseph Meier and the others he worked with had not known her at all. She was both quite literally invisible to them and justice and beneficent leadership had also seemed entirely unknown to them.

"No, you do not know me. But it is my duty to know about those who have abused their authority and use it for harm," she replied. Those had been dark days indeed, injustice deep set and pervasive, sometimes making her feel ill with powerlessness to do anything. A so called enlightened era that widely wrote magic off as mere stories and even her influence falling on deaf ears. She was fairly sure she had only kept her sanity thanks to the scattered courageous and noble hearted individuals who worked to help others and protect the innocent who suffered under the regime this man had helped to build.

But it seemed that he was at least listening to her words about the shadow. Seeming to process and then asking for clarification. She had nothing but disdain and condemnation for the man he had been and there was the question of whether he had changed, whether he truly regretted or wished to atone for it. And of course she had to wonder how he was still here, and clearly now in possession of magic of some kind. But right now there was an innocent who was at risk of a horrible fate if they could not act. And so as long as she sensed no threat to the mortal from Joseph she would set all that aside.

"Precisely," she answered his question, "I suspect it is a creature known as a fearling," but before she could explain any further there was a flash of movement as a woman appeared striking straight at Joseph. The water fae stumbled back a step or two in surprise at the sudden appearance. Ninianne could only assume she was the fiery archer...at least she rather hoped there were no additional complications present in the area. And her appearance seemed to have triggered all manner of retaliation. The shifter was once again in his dog form, snapping at the woman who had admittedly just appeared out of nowhere and attacked him with the now sharp canine teeth. Even the mortal...or was it the fearling within him?...struck out at the newcomer.

The Lady of the Lake had had enough of this. Chaos was erupting amongst them, likely only further frightening the man and fueling the creature's power. Perhaps even strengthening it's hold on him. Meanwhile those who had apparently come with a mind to help the poor man were now attacking one another, seeking to injure potential allies and wasting precious time and energy they could be directing towards freeing the mortal from the darkness.

"Stop this fighting," she spoke, filling the words with the magic of her influence to draw out the sense of justice and right. Her voice firm and raised above the sounds of the scuffle. "Fighting amongst ourselves only cheats the one we each aimed to help." The magic of her center reached out to the two combatants willing them to see the wrongness in this fighting, reminding them of the just cause that it seemed they had first come with. She then turned her influence towards the mortal. "You have been taken by surprise and understandably perceived a threat and I do apologize for my part in that. But it was a misunderstanding, please, give us all a fair chance to explain before acting on impulse or fleeing when there is an important matter to deal with. Just hear us out." She knew the fearling would resist her pleas and whether there was any sense of justice within it she could not tell. But hopefully she could at least convince him not to run away or escalate the situation. And if the others ceased their fighting they might all be able to figure out how to dispel the creature without harming its host.

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HP: 3/3
Action: AoE justice influence targeting everyone
Roll: 3

If you roll below a 3 against the Area of Effect the character cannot attack for one turn they can however still dodge/defend incoming attacks.


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