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Post by Alchemist on May 18, 2014 3:47:34 GMT
Jericho had pulled away from the group to “gather his thoughts” and simultaneously Kayana had torn away from the men with a foggy mind. Small mechanical beings whizzed around her, and the descent of rain became aggravated, washing out the last bits of flame to leave wet, charred debris.
She was walking aimlessly for only a few moments when she saw a man stumble into a medical tent with a handful of children. His eyes stated plainly that he was broken, but his actions and his burned skin proved otherwise. The sight struck her and caused a wave of sympathy to crash over her heart.
Without a second thought, she marched into the tent and pulled back the leather folds of its small entrance. Inside, the unnamed man facedown lay on the floor unconscious. His clothes were tattered and his skin was covered in sickeningly dark scars. All eyes were on her, alert and confused. She probably seemed very familiar… Her name might have been on the tips of there tongues…
She wasted no time dropping to her knees, a bit of ash and dirt soiling her black dress while she checked his pulse.
He seemed alright
“Don’t just stand there!” She snapped to the medics. “Get this man on a bed!”
She rose as they scampered to get the man’s heavy body onto a gurney and tend to his wounds. Her eyes went to the two children that were already hooked up to IVs and covered with blankets. Quickly and arms raised, she walked towards them, and then placed her hands on both of their chests. A swirling yellow light poured from her fingertips and onto the children’s tiny bodies.
Instantaneously, their skin seemed less pale and their lips were a lighter shade. They seemed to relax and a fraction of a smile was visible on their faces.
Just as the medics went to check on the kids, Kayana saw herself out; leaving no trace of her entrance.
It took only a couple minutes to head back to her group and head out.
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Post by Faustus on May 18, 2014 19:31:00 GMT
OOC: Skipping ahead a little to get this plot off of its belly. I think this resets the pace nicely.
A large man found himself held against his will, tied to a shoddy wooden chair in what appeared to be a warehouse. It was empty, or so he thought. His human instincts immediately kicked in. Confusion gave way to panic. He began to struggle against his bindings, only to find the work futile. His hands were tied to the arms of the chair, his legs to tied to the legs of the chair, and his torso retrained to its back. They were so tight his limbs were beginning to turn blue from the lack of blood circulation. He screamed and pleaded for help, rocking ferociously and panicking until he accidentally tilted himself irrevocably backwards, landing with a thud.
"What the fuck is this!? Somebody heeeeelp! Do you even know what the fuck you are getting into you bastard!?"
He thought he was alone. He thought he was screaming at a ghost. But this was no ghost. It was far worse. Glowing emerald eyes peeled themselves from the shadows that were sploshed about the warehouse, and a disembodied voice accompanied them.
"Quite the contrary, little bird. I reck'n it's you, who ain't got no idea what you dun' got yerself into."
Pale skin and moppy blonde hair now emerged from the shadows to give the emerald eyes definition. It was Jericho. The overalls were proof of that. He twirled a knife around in his hand nonchalantly, and then, with a burst of supernatural speed, was upon the floored, restrained man, his booted foot supporting his body by stepping on the seat of the chair.... inches away from the mans "package".
"Now, you are gonna' tell me why the caged bird sings, or I'm gonna have myself a real fun time tearing your nuts off and tossin' 'em into the fire in Renmin square." He tapped the blade of the knife against his pants. You know where. "Ya' got that? So start singin'."
The man spit heavy onto Jericho's face. He wiped it away with a fake smile.
"Well alright, then. If that's how it's gonna' be." Jericho's boot smashed down into the mans testicles, and he could practically feel them exploding beneath his weight. The man let out a blood curtling scream.
"Now you are gonna' talk, Y'hear!?"
"Fuck you, you psycho sumbitch! You are getting yourself into some shit you can't get out of boy! Let me go, and maybe we won't have your head on a pike!"
Jericho brought the man and the chair back to the proper upright position, and bent low at the knees, so they were eye level. "See, now talkin' ain't so hard, right? Now I know there's a couple of ya'."
"What?" The man looked confused.
"Ya' see, I learned pain is the best truth serum you can get on the market. It's free, and I ain't gotta go through all that hell and high water to trick ya' into drinkin' it. Naw. Pain is much better. I got you to talk without even realizin' it. You said 'we'. So, let's see if I can get any names from this 'we'."
"W-wait just a damn min- AAAAAAAAAH!"
Jericho grabbed his hand and held it down to the eddge of the armrest, and brought the blade of the knife under the captive mans fingernails, and with a sharp rip, he tore it up, and off in a clean, quick motion. Blood poured onto the concrete floor.
"You stupid fucker! Gah!"
"Names. I want them. An adult human male has 206 bones, so I got a lot of shit to play with here. I can literally do this all damn day."
"I don't know nuthin'. Who the fuck are you anyway!? You ain't no police. You damn sure ain't no peacekeeper! What the fuck does it matter to you!?"
"I'm just a passerby. A good samaritan. I was tryna' enjoy the Lights festival, learn about some new culture. You know, a tourist?"
A look of fear was replaced by sheer confusion. "You're fuckin' crazy. Heh, heh. Oh boy, you got no ide-AAAAH GOD FUCKING DAMMIT"
Another fingernail was torn up and out.
"No. You have no idea. I didn't even start breaking your bones, yet." Jericho brought his face centimeters from the mans. He was practically looming over him. "Now you got three seconds, or I will take one of them tools over there," He looked over to a table full of rusted, sharp tools. Scalpals, hammers, syringes, everything one could imagine in a snuff film. "And start breaking your pelvis. One..." The man looked around nervously, his breathing quickened. "Two..." He began to struggle and panic, trying to force Jericho off of him and break his binds in a futile rage yet again. "Thr-"
"Alright, alright! Alterius Syrus. He's my boss. A wizard from up north. He ain't up at the top or nuthin', but he was definately abig part of this shit. I don't know nothin else, man. Honest! I was just hired to help make the bomb. I didn't even know what they were plannin' to do with it until it was too late. I'm just a poor man and they gave me a fortune! How could I say no?"
Jericho tapped the man on his cheek twice, laughing heartily. "Y'know, the ropes were just a simple binding spell. ANy old kid coulda' casted a counterspell. These guys must be real desperate to hire a guy who doesn't even know basic magical practical application when they teach it in gradeschool round these parts. I Tell ya' what. I'll leave you here. If you can figure out how to make a counterspell while I'm gone, then be free, caged bird. If you can't figure out something so simple, then you've got approximately a week before you starve to death. Less if you take dehydration into account. Good luck.
Jericho flicked a switch, and the warehouse was set ablaze with light, revealing the rest of his party, whom had been silently watching as Jericho did his work. "Kayana, you must be good with divination, right? Get us a bead on someone named Alterius, Syrus. When you find him, I, Mahlo, and Michael will run reconassaince from there, while you provide us with a map of our enemies location. Let's get us a move on."
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Post by Portal on May 19, 2014 4:09:53 GMT
“Tongs. Laser incision here. Cut here, burn here. A little more. Great.”
He was operating right there in the open. The individuals closest to the blast had limbs completely blown off, and parts of their body exposed to the toxic air as bacteria infested their body with great haste. He moved to each living individual, any that had a heart beat he was willing to save. His bot Chrome, helped detect those that were living and had even a one percent chance of living Calvin knew he could save them. For thats what his parents did before hand.
He breathed heavily as he closed his eyes and started to take a trip back into his past. Calvin was an experience medic as he was an inventor. He spent early in his years under his parents guidance. Both his parents were known medical doctors in the combat field as they were prestigious in operating while being under fire. They performed surgeries flawlessly and worked well under pressure, this ran in the family. Calvin was part of the army himself, but later resigned due to the death of both his parents in an accident explosion that was caused inside of medical building. He was there on that day, the day that his parents died.
He moved onto the next person. Two medic bots accompanied him along with Chrome as he journeyed from person to person. Once he was finished he would call on a squad of able bodies to carry the person on a gurney and venture them to the nearby hospital. He was there as a combat medic even if he knew barley anything in the healing school. That is the gift he had lacked from both his parents. They were both known for their techniques as they were able to heal anyone with just one touch. Their son on the other hand couldn't at all. Instead, he was given the gift of creation through imagination. He was able to reach superb heights in the school of conjuration outside of healing. He could not summon, nor could he heal. But he could venture around the world in seconds through teleportation, and be able to create anything he needed at that instant. When his parents learned of his own talents, they taught him the traditional way of healing, manual surgeries.
“There. Next Chrome.”
He wiped the sweat off from his forehead with his sleeve. His hands covered in blood as he outstretched them in the air beside him. A medic bot came over, cleaned and sanitized his hands preparing him for his next operation. As he got up and moved to the next body as the tools were picked up by the medic bots, refreshed and cleaned to be used once more.
“Sir. There is a large magical source nearby, she seems to be moving. Ah. Yes. She is the priestess, the new one that was inaugurated today. She has joined a group, my readings say they are rather strong. The one man, who seems to be making a move seems to have captured and individual. Further scans shows screams as vibrations in the air has increased in that vicinity. As if a interrogation were happening. More will come, I am deploying a surveillance bot for further use.”
A small spy bot was deployed, as it was almost a floating lens cap. Simply, and small. Yet it had a transmutation property to it, concealment. It camouflaged itself onto any background, allowing it for the perfect use of surveillance. The spy bot moved and went to go spy on the group. Calvin looked at it as it moved to it's location, wondering if his teammates were the ones being interrogated, or involved in this situation at all.
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Post by Sirius on May 20, 2014 22:04:15 GMT
Mahlo watched from the shadows within the corner of the small room. He was accompanied by the rest of his group, as they tried to remain unseen as well. His emerald hues sparkled ever so slightly against the shining moonlight, as the winds howled as they pressed against the dwindling window panes. It had been long ago that the young male had finally adjusted to the darkness. It wasn’t like he needed to see anything to know what was going on, any way.
His eyes locked onto two figures. One, of the resident badass and current interrogator, Jericho. The other, a man perilously set on his back, his breath quickening by the moment. According to Jericho, this man had something to do with the bombing that had murdered thousands of people, and injured thousands more. For that, the penalty should have been execution. But what Jericho had done was worse. Taking away his means of reproducing and two of his fingernails while simultaneously threatening to destroy his pelvic bones was enough to make the young man talk. Alterius Syrus, was the name. Some wizard up in the northern parts of Telaris that apparently was higher up than the man before them.
The rain outside grew worse by the moment, causing the light from the fires on the horizon to dim from Mahlo’s vision. What was at first a drizzle was now a complete thunderstorm. A flash of lightning crossed the sky, and for a moment the man’s face was illuminated in white light. His eyes were wild, his face drenched in sweat, and fear across his face. A sorrowful sight, but well deserved for a man involved in such a horrific deed.
The light switch came on, illuminating him and the rest of the group to the pain-stricken male. Crimson blood gushed from his fingers and soaked through his lower clothing onto the concrete floor, forming a growing puddle as he looked to Jericho, then Kayana.
She seems to have more ability than I thought, he said within his mind.
He awaited Kayana’s inevitable response, so that the group could go and take down whoever this dastardly man was.
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Post by Faustus on Jun 29, 2014 2:08:06 GMT
~Time skip of two days~
Jericho flicked a coin into the Cocone River from its bank, a single piece of straw in his mouth, crouched low at the knees, but his buttox never touching sand. The river sat just on the outskirts of the southern stretch of Avalon, separating it from the great fields that lead, after some time, to Mezthula, which even from here could be vaguely seen in the distance. All about Jericho were bodies, which at first glance could be mistaken for sleeping men, but on closer inspection, were dead.
With a grunt, he hefted himself up from his position , and went back to his work. One by one, he lifted the men onto his shoulders, boasting a strength that seemed for some reason appropriate despite his lithe upper body, and dumped them into the river, where they careened downstream.
Dead ends. All of them. The hunt for Alterius Syrus had taken him, and his compatriots all across the face of Avalon, but to no avail. The man was one of meticulous prods and schemes, mirrors and smokescreen. Even Jericho felt it was time to admit a battle lost, but far from a defeat. He had, in the endless cat and mouse chase, aquired a good deal of information that could be pieced together like a puzzle to find the man behind the magic. A jewel belonging to a tribe of gypsies that was known for its long standing discourse with Avalon, the name of of Alterius Syrus, the chunk of Uru, which was the prime component in the bomb used to destroy the whole square, and a cult by the name of the 'Black Lotus'. They were all pieces to the puzzle, but Jericho would have to put this one down for now. His attention was drawn to southwest, and across an ocean of treachery.
He stifled through the pockets of the last corpse before tossing it to the mercy of the river, not bringing it out until he caught hold of something; Another coin. He pocketed it, and finished his labor. The job done, Jericho walked along the bank of the river, until he was merely a tiny spot in the distance, and faded into the orange light of a sun ready to retire.
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