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- Rufus Contralto - Neutral - En route to Kaipora - "Ah, my pretties, how you fly so well is beyond me," Rufus mumbled, continuing to reel in reverie as he was stuck between reality and dream. He watched flying elephants soar past with flapping ears and using overlarge tusks like overlarge joysticks for their fat feet, kicking things into first, second, or if they were really daring third gear. "Oh, stop, Mouse," he said to the closest one, flying next to the ship, entirely pink, with a face slathered in makeup and eyes wildly fluttering long lashes. "You know I cannot go to the elephant ball. I don't know the dance or the number, and your boyfriend would be too jealous." The sudden rock of the ship and subsequent explosion toppled Rufus off his feet, smashing himself against the wall of the ship and, next, the floorboards. He looked around to spot a buckled portion of the deck and a strange girl in the middle of it, uninjured save for probably her pride for bumping into a ship mid-flight. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his head, knowing something wasn't right, and then it finally clicked. Girls don't fly, let alone smash into ships without some ulterior reason. Recomposing himself, brushing off imaginary dust, and clearing his throat, he approached the newcomer with suspicion. "Good eventide, good lady. Might I inquire why you daringly smashed into my ship? Also, you seem to have a bit of my ship in your hair. Kindly return it to the deck. That wood cost me a pretty penny." "No it didn't," said Reggie from the crow's nest. "It cost you three thousand where it normally would cost thirty thousand. I must say, though, it was a bargain to survive an impact like that. Teak isn't normally that good, but one has to love elven craftsmanship." "Ahem, yes, enough of that," continued Rufus, scratching his cheek. "Out with it, flightable lady, and I kindly would request your name as well." The rest of the crew onlooked with curiosity except for Ol' Yella who continued his manic preparation for the rocktail soup, uninterrupted by the jolt generated by White Heart's arrival. - Kaspar Ulrich - Seraphim Order - City of Ruin - Kaspar nodded with that continuous, never-changing smile plastered on his face, eyes lighting up with the pleasure of conversation, something he rarely encountered before coming with the Seraphim Order. Much to his own surprise, he slightly missed the company of living people. "My magic of specialty is of a more . . . discreet nature, but some may consider me a diviner. Using the power of the earth, I can interpret and discover secrets, conjuring whispering wraiths and summoned spirits of the dead for this purpose. There are other purposes, too, so many purposes, but my magic is more surveillance and prediction than science. Later I can demonstrate my gift's usefulness to you, or anyone else for that matter." He glanced around the table, attempting to find out who was interested in what he had to say and who wasn't. Those who were had to be put in memory as either potentially beneficial or potentially dangerous. The others he would put in a different bracket, one of little consequence or significance to him even if they were of great significance to the Seraphim Order's cause. - Paul (NPC) - Seraphim Order - Hylvania - Paul kept a solid gaze upon the enemy general as he got launched up into the air, actually a little surprised that his attack had worked and that, afterwards, Zane congratulated him on something he actually did not think about. I'm not complaining, but I kind of wish I thought of it before he gave me that kind of information. Slowing his warping speed, eh? Not bad info for my next attack, if that's the case. Readying his rapier, he waited for another attack from Zane, but instead the man behind the mask continued his speech, telling him that he won the battle but not the war. This confused Paul, but he had to agree and hated it. Hylvania was lost, and soon it would not matter to keep fighting. Nevertheless, he had to hold his ground, even as Zane slipped away to leave him to the lesser troops. With a great gush of water flowing around him and over him, forming a liquid barrier around him three feet (one metre) thick on all sides, he trudged toward a portion of the imperial troops like a giant made of water. They all shot, some of the bullets or other projectiles losing themselves to the water with their casings stripped while others penetrated Paul and unleashed rivulets of blood, but Paul managed to take them all out within half a minute, killing or heavily wounding them. Victorious but grievously wounded, he barely maintained the control of the water surrounding him, heading toward Crota, Stark, and the newcomer Jeremy. These will be my final moments, he thought despairingly, taking in the surrounding area through red-tinged water. Ah, if only I could see my brother one last time, but I'll take the next best thing. With my death hopefully hundreds or thousands would survive to live another day, including that werewolf. Taking more than half of the water from his giant form, he attacked the new Imperial general with a water whip in hopes of tripping the man. It was Paul's last act towards the Imperial generals before he died, one last moment of heroism before he would succumb to death's chilly embrace. ((Yes, Paul is knocking on death's door, so if anyone wants to kill him feel free. He'll die of bloodletting very soon anyway, otherwise.)) - Jasmine (NPC) - Seraphim Order - Shivering Moors - Jasmine continued his slow, methodical walk up the stairs when he felt the pangs of regret, sorrow, and bravery, a strange concoction of feelings for anyone to have, even him. He paused, confused for a long period by these strange sensations, before continuing on inside the library. Something terrible was happening to Paul, he sensed this, but he could not stop and let an innocent woman like Fiora wander off unattended in search of the second assailant of the elven city.

I knew piracy was never the way to go, but Rufus was so. Very. Insistent! Now look at him, an undead pirate lord that looks like it came from Pirates of the Caribbean with a bloated, harpooned whale as his ship. At the very least, he's kept thin from all of that rocktail soup Ol' Yella made him. Regarding Kunivas, hmm, I don't think I'll make a good candidate for Zanza or Shinobi, but Crota might be fun. Either Scrap or somebody else may have to fill me in on what he is like, however. No amount of Wiki-searching on my end would do much for getting the feel of a character. I am saddened to hear that he won't come back for a month, but I'll try to do Crota justice. As another form of heads-up, I'm going to be a little slow as well as of late for a number of reasons. I am working on a post at the moment, but it would probably take me a good number of days to reply next time. Also, I just discovered that most, if not all, of Sabre's characters are goddess-loving fanatics and bestowed with goddess powers. Interesting. On a similar tangent, how does Chrysalis have connections with fairies and have butterfly wings? I thought she was of angelic blood, but is she also of fairy descent?

That's actually a very smart method of taking Kaspar out: bleed his body of blood and marrow so that he'll never raise an undead army again. =P Massive damage dealers to deal with undead summons, a healer to preserve health, a jester to bleed and buff. Pretty awesome. Out of curiosity, what's your opinion on arbalesters? Regarding Kaspar's grisly demise, that is a good number of bleed stacks! I don't know Kaspar's health pool, but almost 100 damage per 8 rounds sounds menacing, and I don't think a necromancer has anything to staunch the wounds. Wow, Tancreed is finally out of the pub and back in business. I'm not so sure about his replacement and Tolan, however. =P

All you need now is Yltriss to spoil things Grim-Reaper-style with a death's hood and scythe and the deaths of many a minion. Also, great choice with the jester in your party. Also, are you sure Tancreed is not dead in a ditch somewhere? He sounds like he partied himself pretty hard there for 1-5 weeks.

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I meant that in jest beforehand, but now that I'm thinking back upon things I guess there is some truth to that after all! Odd, but maybe it is my remembering your character that sensitises me to that name. You know, when you first recognise a word and all of a sudden you notice everybody starts saying it? That might be the case here. I've never met a Kaspar or Rufus, however, strangely enough. Not common enough, maybe.

Oh, we aren't naming our characters after your characters. Fiora's a very common name nowadays, and it was just circumstantial. I think he bought it, guys.

Dang, Tolan should be renamed "Maxis" for his love for artistic brutality. And WHOO! KUNI POSTED! Get dressed up, everybody, and break out the bibs; we're going out for dinner, and I'm buying, for this is a momentous occasion worth some expense! I hope you all like clam chowder. That's our specialty up here in merry New England.

You go, Fiora and the rest of the Darkest Dungeon's latest conquistadors! Skin, bone, and cook up those tasty critters.

Ugh, now you've reminded me of Crescendo: *sees enemy looking straight at him*. "HAVE WE BEEN FOUND?!" *tosses weaponry on the ground after battle*. "FOR BAROQUE!" *smug look of smugness*. I swear, sometimes I wonder what they were thinking about Eternal Sonata's battle lines.

Sure, celestial events would not work here, but a simple radio broadcast for mass evac can. Considering werewolves have guns capable of taking down the all-mighty zeppelin and other aircraft, select members or all members would probably have radios too. I think Nymeria has one. Where Stark might fall, other werewolves could escape. It could work or something else crafted with the singular purpose of withdrawing, but if you think nothing would work, *shrugs*, whatever.

Ze plot armour. Oui, zis is possible. It would be too much of a shame to see so many wolfkin perish in this fight, and if they do the pack would certainly be underhanded. My vote would be saving at least half of them with some kind of event, and how I wish Rufus in his benevolent and foolish glory can swoop down and carry them all to safety. Unfortunately, he's going to Kaipora rather than Hylvania.

- Rufus Contralto - Neutral - En route to Kaipora - Rufus remained locked in his silly, contented stupor for a good few seconds before he huffed a sigh and wandered to the side of the ship, looking over the speeding terrain. It was some time before he spoke again, but when heading to a faraway city in an airship he had plenty of time to do that. "Captain of a ship and crew I am, but it feels empty, not having something to occupy me beyond close calls and collecting scrap metal. At the very least I'm bringing a boy to his fellows, but I'm not doing any good in my particular circumstances, not to myself and not of considerable worth to others. The world is in shambles, as am I." He mused long and hard, his eyes swallowing the sight of the city of Krile one last time before it disappeared in the distance. Like before, he was alone with his thoughts, leaning against the railing and losing his consciousness to encroaching daydreams. - Paul (NPC) - Seraphim Order - Hylvania - Paul's eyes narrowed into pinpricks as he saw the assault of water -- very similar to his prior attack -- and used his free hand to alter its course marginally. The result was the majority of the water striking the ground between Zane and Paul and a minority (about a fifth of the buffeting torrent) striking him, soaking his clothes and pushing him sideways with its sheer force. Had it been the full amount of water crashing down on him, there might have been a possibility for death for the elf general, but he escaped that fate and instead rolled with the surplus of water thrown at him. Then came the thrust of air behind him, a powerful gust that would have thrown him off of the ground had he not been caught up by the water. The buffeting blow practically stripped Paul of his protective water casing and tossed him in the opposite direction, but he was more disoriented and coughing up water than harmed. Luckily, the Imperial general seemed otherwise occupied, allowing Paul enough time to get off of the ground, grab his rapier from his feet (it was torn away from him in the two tumbles he received), and prepare. "Crazy moves you have there," he heaved, still spitting up water. "Redirection and teleportation, huh? I've never such skills. However, you forgot to dry your weapon. That's not to mention your clothes." Holding up his sword hand, he commanded some of the water to fly into Zane's field of vision, a parlour trick meant to distract while he surged some water beneath Zane in the form of a small geyser, emanating from the ground and, to Paul's great hope, up to strike him from below. The best thing about controlling water is its limitation of movement to one's opponents, and with enough water covering Zane he could slow him down a little just by its additional weight. The force of the rising water would help too, hopefully tossing Zane high and catching him by surprise. While Eclaire was busy confronting Dark Heart in the heart of town, Jasmine maintained vigil on the young lady that was beside Eclaire beforehand, watching Fiora from the crowd. Granted, he was a terrible tail, losing sight of her a few times before following again, but he managed to watch her amble her way inside the library. Strange, he thought. She doesn't seem like the reading type, nor does it seem like a place anybody would go. Some of the dust gathered on these books are older than many of the elves working amongst these halls. Nevertheless, he followed her up the steps, careful not to attract too much attention from Fiora or others as she entered the building.

What Scrap said. Enough is enough, so sweep this under the rug, everybody go to neutral corners, and if corrections need to be placed I place my trust in MA that things will get corrected.

Yes, let's stop this before it becomes too much, please. I've had enough heated drama to last me the rest of my life without having my RP friends bicker. It certainly was awesome, and Henry still may win the fight, too. That Dreadnaught armour really is something, especially when paired with those bones. Lastly, kindly leave Jasmine out of this. He doesn't want to fight three dragons and a dragon tamer. He just wants to beat Sahail for targeting civvies.

Dang it. I meant glasses! GLASSES! =P Hmm, I want to try that drink concoction on somebody. Maybe someone can test this mad scientists' brew, however, *thinks of Henry*. I wonder what Commandments 1-6 are like, because that's pretty serious business. If I can't throw parties filled with bingers and drunken carousals, I don't know if I ever want to start an RP ever again.

Training? What kind of training are you doing, if I may ask, that would involve only drinking water? Ah well, *clicks glass of beer, root beer, moonshine, and water with a cup of tea*. Now, to start work on a post as well.

- Rufus Contralto - Neutral - Mid-flight from Krile to Hylvania - Rufus was overjoyed when he heard Deuce was willing to accept the position of mechanic, perhaps way too much so because he grabbed Deuce in a colossal bear hug and squeezed tight. "Young master Deuce, the pleasure is mine!" he uttered loudly, tears in his eyes before dropping the bear hug entirely. He took a few steps backward, coughed awkwardly, and mused over Deuce's questions. If the world had not known that Rufus was as batty as a mad hatter, it would most probably have now. "I know not how old this ship is, to be honest, but somewhere around here I'm sure that there is a manual. Shipman or Mullens would be the ones to ask there. I'm proud to say that the S.S. Fantastige has never been shot down yet. Sure, there may have been a few close calls, but none really worth mentioning for spontaneous repairs!" Rufus burst into a fit of giggling laughter, hands on his sides as he did, and ceased the merriness as quickly as it began. "Well, there was that one hole near the engine from our last engagement, now that I think about it, and another in the boiler, haphazardly welded shut. Know you how to weld? Oh, belay that. HARST!" "Ow! ow! aye, Cap'n? Ow!" responded Harst from the helm, no doubt flirting with Lelita from all of the sounds of walloping and broken whimpering. "Pour some alcohol into the fuel, and be quick about it. Master Deuce here says it will help with our fuel situation!" "Aye, Cap'n . . . ow!" Rufus smiled whimsically. It did not matter what others said about them. He had the best crew ever. - Kaspar Ulrich - Seraphim Order - City of Ruin - Kaspar smiled in his usual manner, that illusion of which he was so fond, and nodded slowly, his dark eyes never leaving Yevgeni's even as he stuck a carrot with his fork and waved it between them. "The pleasure is mine to grace the halls of the Seraphim Order's leader and his trusted staff. The room chosen was well to my liking, and my rest left me feeling very . . . revitalised," the necromancer uttered with a dark sense of humour, his expression not changing as he placed the carrot in his mouth and returned the fork to his plate. In truth, he did not have a mouth, or a jaw in particular. Instead, the carrot dissolved in his undead presence, robbed of its vitality and shriveling into dust and decay. Nobody saw this thanks to illusory magic, not unless they had a keen eye, and because nobody was close enough to him not a soul would smell the rot. - Jasmine (NPC) - Seraphim Order - The Shivering Moors - Jasmine scoffed at Eclaire's rejection of his offer. She really had the flair for the dramatic, especially with the display of her divine succubus powers, but nevertheless he understood what she wanted. "Fine," he uttered, taking a quick glance back at Dark Heart before turning around, "but know that we elves aren't easily stirred into uprising, regardless of your displays and pretty words. Fortune be upon you." And with that he was quickly lost in the throng. More and more people left the once-crowded square, leaving Eclaire, her comrade, and Oryx's servant to their tense situation.

Already on it, *wink*. Scrap's brain progeny is beating the tar out of my character as we speak, and thankfully death is defied by the half-crazed GM Kjali, so all's well. Dat Henry, tho. No worries at all; everyone here can agree that real-life stuffs is more important. Good luck with your schoolwork, and till next time! I am in favour of this idea. I'll strive to get another post out there for Kaspar if there is anything worthwhile he can say before the plot moves forward.

Mikhail the equivalent of Johnny Bravo . . . oh dear, why can I envision this? =P "Hey there, baby. Wanna see these guns? HEH HAH HWAH! *girl flips Mikhail on his head*. I knew she'd dig me." But the entry to this cave wherein lies the holy key is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of full fifty men lay strewn about its lair, so, brave knights, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you with big, nasty, sharp, pointy teeth! (Kudos to those who get where the majority of this line came from). It truly is a lot of fun, isn't it? =) I agree, though, that one has to be careful with villainous or darker characters. Gaining their perspective does so much more harm than good if you are too empathetic. I'm up for continuing unstalled battles and moments as well. Out of my five characters, Rufus, Kaspar, and Paul can continue to chug along their arcs of the roleplay.

YES! The refrigerator! And I have looted from thy refrigerators all of thy flan for my eating pleasure! *scarfs down caramelised egg custard*. Yeah, things are slowing down in the absence of some of our major posters, so we are locked until one of three things happen: 1.) we continue regardless of said major posters being inactive, 2.) said major posters return from their forum coma, or 3.) we find the key. Astoundingly, it seems that you have the same roleplaying style as I once did! There's nothing quite like ingraining characters into your thoughts like that, though I found for my case that it was more of a danger than a boon. Also, that smile is so Kaspar. Lastly, good openings right there, and hopefully that can help generate Sora's Baby's post. Fingers are triple crossed that she joins. I especially chuckled at the mentioning of Kaspar and his plate of diversely shaped vegetables. =P

Shulk has been burdened by schoolwork and a small amount of writer's block the last time I checked in on him. Now, to take advantage of the moment and pounce upon Shulk's refrigerator and all of its contents. I only hope that there's no leftover fish because I don't know when the last time he opened his fridge was. By the bye, Scrap, keep an eye out for a PM message because I suddenly remembered something about a battle, *wink*.

Yeah, life has caught a few of us by the nape of the neck like pups, and the cold season has come upon us as well, but we're all right. The crashing site, however, I was clueless about until now, so that could readily explain a few things. Anytime, *bows*.

Yeah, if the Seraphim Order is the main prospective order to join, slip into the return feast as soon as you can. I'll post again for Kaspar, recognising her character, and change a previous post to have him think about previously seeing her as a fellow recruit on Vortludo's ship. Vortludo would recognise her too, because she would have been on the ship. That should give you ample room for squeezing into the RP with minimal interference.

I don't even know how my characters would react, so good on you, Unversed. =P I guess Yltriss would be like "Oh joy, another visitor to check in on my imprisoned self," Rufus would be like "OH FRABJOUS DAY, KALOO KALAY!" and go galumphing back, and Kaspar, Paul, and Jasmine would stick up their collective nose in lack of interest. It calls out to me that I don't have the friendliest group in this RP. I think I should change that. Welcome, Azure, and I hope you will enjoy this roleplay! It seems that you are new to this site, so I would like to give you a few pointers to aid you in this new environment: 1.) expect multiple actions in one post, 2.) expect fast periods (five posts a day) and slow periods (one post per two days) in almost random intervals, 3.) communicate with fellow players if you have troubles with making a post or want character interaction on a larger scale (like, say, blending pasts, future romantic relationships, and so on), 4.) keep in mind that standard rules are applied for roleplaying and that no character is invincible, and 5.) have loads of fun. We are an amiable and fun crew -- or at least that's how I view it -- so feel free to participate and interact. We will be here between 9-5 Monday thru Friday, 10-2 Saturday, and on call Sunday. Nah, just kidding, but we'll be here.