The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

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As the Heroes regrouped over in Canada, they were being watched from above.

A.I.M.
Back at A.I.M., The Cartel watched as the heroes soon gathered after the Reset though one of groups surveillance Networks.
"As you can clearly see, despite everything the Rising Dawn has won out.....Yet again..." Wesker said with a clear tinge of annoyance in his voice.
"I knew that they'd do it, truely a force to be reckoned with..." Rugal said as the camera scanned each of the subjects.
Then it hit Slindis.
"Halt!....Rewind, zoom in, enhance." He commanded as the pictures on the screens focused on the Drow.
"............."
"....Errr....Sir?.....What are we looking at?...." Wesker addressed the elephant in the room.
"....Get me a plane to Canada..." Rugal bluntly ordered as he left the room.
".....O...kay...." Wesker said to himself, rather confused by this change in Rugal's behaviour.

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian sighed laid flat on his back, staring up into the sky as it was being illuminated by the sun.
It felt really good to be outside again, with the cool sea air just washing over him in a col embrace, gently caressing his cheeks like a mother would to comfort her crying child. It threatened to put him to sleep right there, but he fought these urges, shaking off the drowsiness from his head.

"So why in the bloody hell did you follow me out here?" The diminutive vampire asked him.

"Why? Because I missed you," Hadrian said, grinning. He looked up at Kokoa and gave her a playful wink. "Do I need anymore reason than that?"

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The (Un)Real World
Location: Hawaii
Time: Morning
Note: Klaara is more stand-offish than bitchy irl. I'm exaggerating some bits of her personality for ease of narrative, although not by much. I mean she's a nice person(to her friends), but she has this cold-arrogant-disapproving air toward everyone else.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I have no idea how to work with souls," Klaara fumed, lighting another cigarette. Her pack was almost empty now. "My faith deals with physical things Mr. Nguyen. Rain, droughts, crops, fertility, and only now has any relationship with magic been truly observed," she turned around and looked at Kokoa and Hadrian, dismissing the two quickly, "and I attribute that to taking Sav's place as a writer."

Klaara put massaged her forehead with her right hand, "Perhaps we can remedy this if we play another game and gamble your physical body."

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Eh.
Time: Morning

When Kyre awoke she was staring down at the blonde woman lying on the ground wearing a mask of ecstasy. The Anti-Mage walked up to her and knelt down, gently shaking April on the shoulder, "Yes, I am the one Lucifer had spoken of." Silently Kyre took note of Kurumu's body, remembering how it had looked from her dream... and how it had felt as well.

The red-headed Anti-Mage pulled out Talon and held it against April's arm, fully intending to mana burn the pleasure from her if she would not awaken soon.

Location:Canada|Origin Plains
Time:Morning

Red Mage was already looking out at the rising sun when the others had awoken. BlackHarte was sitting on the Mage's shoulder... The incorporeal illusory Red Mage. He turned around, hand on hit hat, and glances at Puce. Hit white hair drifted gently from underneath his red feathered hat.

RM walked over to Puce and grasped him on the shoulders, and gave a great big smile, "Did you miss me?" This was not the illusory Red Mage at all. He whispered into Puce's mind 'keep what you know to yourself Puce.'

To Tajuh, there was no one else awake in the Plain.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

A.I.M.
"-And I want to be dropped off by the nearest settlement, I won't miss this chance." Rugal commanded to a following Doom as a transport readied for take off.
[color=004e00]"Ok, just errrr...won't the Heroes find out? I mean, you are like their mortal enemy and all..."[/color]
"Not at all. Over my years, I've learned countless ways to mask my identity, Personality, my powers, I can seem completely mortal should I wish." He explained as a Mook handed him a change of clothes, T-shirt and jeans, a combination he would never let himself be seen in otherwise.
[color=004e00]"...Jeez...err...you really want to to do this? I mean what if you are found out? I mean, all this over some blue-skinned bit-"[/color]
Doom was cut off by Rugal twisting his wrist a full 180[sup]o[/sup].
"Ever question my plans again, I'm taking your eyes." He coldly warned before letting go of Doom's wrist and stepping on the transport.
Now I'll find out how exactly that woman made it to Equestria He thought as he recalled his time in hell.
[sub][sub]~My Little Pony~[/sub][/sub]
"GET OUT OF MY MIND!...." He shouted to himself in full view of everyone.
"...Goddamn PTSD...just get us in the air..." He said as he began to change into a more casual attire.

 

[StormShaun]

Storm-178.
Location: Origin plains.
Time: ...Canada time...sunrise.

As Storm looked around he could see Puse drinking and wasn't surprised. If you woke up to see your village yet] again dead, well it wouldn't be no surprise if you ended up at the end of a bottle. "Okay then..." Storm announced to the group but suddenly yawned. The next thing the spartan could see was the Rising Dawn with not a soul inside. "Ok, everyone awake should...get comfortable in that ship." Storm said to everyone but yet no one. Tomoya had told him about the Rising Dawn and all his adventures whilst Storm was getting tested after he was picked up by the Blackhawke. This was the first time he had met Tomoya.

With communications disabled in his helmet yet again from the finale battle with Daniel Storm marched into the ship to call the Blackhawke and Tomoya.

 

[bluecrimson]

Origin Plains

Tajuh noticed the SPARTAN boarding the ship and joined him, still in the outfit he had been wearing at the camp. As soon as he boarded the ship, he changed into a lightweight brown jacket and blue jeans. He took a seat in the boarding area, waiting for the others to join the ship.

Meanwhile, Slindis went behind one of the hills in the area to have a bit of time for herself. [color=c20000]It's times like this that I'd rather be back at that area without humanoids. At least there was no need for combat there...[/color]

After seeing nobody near her, she laid down on the grassy hill. It was a partly cloudy day with no real signs of rain and a bit of wind, allowing her time to remember when she first left her home and arrived in that oddly peaceful area, although it hadn't seemed like it when she had landed in that oppressively dark forest.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rugal's Transport quickly made great time across the Eastern Coast of the US, mainly due to it's design, but also because many of the Cartels Pilots knew the standard Rugal expected from them.
And how many he threw out of "Slow" Transports in the past.
Meanwhile, the criminal himself was changing out of his trademark red suit into the shirt and jeans he was handed.
"Sir, ETA 10-......minutes...." The pilot said back, pausing when he saw Rugal applying makeup.
"....What?....It's a disguise..." He said back as he tried to create a look that wouldn't alert the rest of the group but still be enough for Slindis to recognize him.

 

[Sithmorack]

AA World confusing shit...

Shadow could swear that the chance to kill things had just slipped through his grasp.

Shadow just sighed as he looked at the ship. He really hoped C.J. wasnt on board the Rising Dawn.

It was then that he could feel breathing on the back of his neck.

"[color=002E63]WELL Heeellloo there Shadow pleasure to see you again[/color]!" C.J. said with a sadistic smile plastered across his face.

(Un)Real World

Jacob stood around for a minute and said "[color=72A0C1]what happened[/color]?"

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The (Un)Real World
Location: Hawaii
Time: Morning
Note: She doesn't know. I'd prefer to keep it that way and keep my fingers unbroken.

Klaara stared disdainfully at Mark from the corner of her eye, "Sick fuck..." she replied through his choking grip, "if I win, the same goes for your body." Klaara struggled to free her right hand, but ultimately failed against the clockwork Dramatist. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck... her mind raced, she was trying to figure out how to get out of Corporeal Mark's grip, but all her prior martial knowledge had forgone her at this moment.

"Fine."

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn|Origin Plane|Canada
Time: Morning

Kyre nodded meekly and took the small vial, uncorking it and downing all of the contents in one gulp. The Anti-Mage began to hand the vial back to April when it slipped from her hands and shattered on the ground. Kyre's vision blurred heavily, colors faded into grey and definite shapes turned into a moving mass of incomprehensible forms. She stumbled and fell to her knees, gasping for air, coughing and hacking. Her pupils tightened sharply and Talon clattered to the floor.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?" the Anti-Mage screamed out between great dry heaves. Pain wrecked her conscious thought. Every muscle in her body was cramping up and her stomach seemed to burn as if alight with fire. Kyre curled up into a ball, clutching herself and screaming, she was blind, she couldn't see anything, she couldn't hear anything.

A crushing wave of nausea swept over her and Kyre coughed violently. At first there was little more than spittle an instance later, a small puddle of blood formed under her mouth. Thick, red, human. Kyre heaved up more of her blood intermixed with stomach acid and reached out toward April, or at least what she assumed to be April. "What *cough* have you *cough* done!?"

In truth, this was her body reminding her who she was. Kyre's body was rejecting the large amount of magic she just ingested.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Dimension: Avatar Adventures Universe (Current Day)
Location: Empire State Building | NYC, New York | U.S.
Time: Nughttime

David did feel something was off with Elena, but given the situation, he thought little of it.
As for the droids, it found it laughable that such otherwise deadly machines had such a exploitable flaw.
"Rear armour is weak. Bet someone is getting fired over that. Elena, place portal to their rear, then then one on the wall here." He said as he loaded blast rounds into his M500.
The portal opened and they faced the rear of the incoming droids.
*Bang-KABOOM*
*Bang-KABOOM*
*Bang-KABOOM*
*Bang-KABOOM*
*Bang-KABOOM*
"David, are you making sound effects?" Elena asked during the reload.
"...So what if I am?..."
"....Aren't the real Bang and Kaboom's enough?"
"Eh, more fun this way. Like saying *PewPewPew* when firing a ray gun....Hey, don't judge me. Snipers are the most bored people in the world, spending hours waiting for a shot to come, No wonder why the Media thinks we are all cold hearted assholes. Have to make your known fun." David explained as he finished reloading.
*Bang-KABOOM*
*Bang-KABOOM*
*Bang-KABOOM*
*Bang-KABOOM*
*Bang-KABOOM*
And just like that, the normally un-dispatchable killer robots were dispatched, leaving only a path of ruined machines.
"...Heh, for a second there, I thought we were in trouble..." He tempted fate as he led the way past the wreaked droids.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

After his transport dropped him off, Rugal began setting up his new persona for when he met up with the group.
From this moment onwards, he was Hidern Hartmann, A German Nobel that was hiking in the area when he was unfortunately attacked by wild bears, that old gag got everyone, Even Tomoya back in the day.
Playing the wounded by-stander always worked out well for him and by removing his fake hand and re-opening the healed wound with his slashing aura, he was certain it would be believable enough.
And for everything else, he was un-concerned.
And thus, he cracked his neck and entered a Bear Cave.

Slindis was awoken by a blood-curdling scream of pain not far from where she was.

 

[bluecrimson]

AA world, before Slin walked off

She shook her head. [color=c20000]"I didn't get a good look at her. Now, would you mind if I have a bit of space? It's nothing against you, but it's a beautiful day outside and I'd like to see the area."[/color]

Without waiting for an answer, she walked off to have some space of her own.

AA world, Canada, after Slin walked off.

As she reminisced, she noticed a plane approaching their position, but decided to ignore it for memories of moving through that dark forest. Some of the animals in there had been dangerous, but the ones she decided to hunt for food in there weren't too much of a threat. Of course, entering the town still smelling like the blood of the animals she had hunted had created distrust from most of the horses in there, which led to her making that forest her home while she was there.

That was interrupted when she heard the scream, and she ran to the cave that produced said scream. Her instincts kicked in, and she checked the cave for any signs of large tracks.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Slindis was interrupted by Heidern, Shirt all torn up and bloodied, minus a hand, running out of the cave and into her as a result.
"Run! There's a Bear! Big one!" He shouted as the creature raced out after him, covered in the blood he smeared on him to make it look more believable.
Heidern ran for his life but stumbled short of the exit, a slash on his leg keeping him down.
"You there! Please! Help!" He begged as the predator neared the pair.

 

[bluecrimson]

Slindis sees the bear approaching the two and draws two rapiers from her Bag of Holding, then stabbed the bear through the heart and the head with both rapiers. Compared to the bears in that other forest, this was simple enough to fight, and she pulled the man out of the cave. While she chanted soe minor healing spells to staunch the bleeding, she laughed dryly. [color=c20000]"Olladra must have smiled on you today, human. What made you think that going into a bear cave was a smart idea?[/color]

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Keep Sniping?
>Y
>N

Can handle herself, Rapier technique is pretty impressive Heidern thought Slindis helped him out of the Cave
"Ahh...Thank you...I just stopped for a breather...I didn't know they were in this forest...brochure didn't say anything about them..." He explained once they were out.
An expression of awe formed as he watched his cuts scab over, though it quickly melted into disappointment when he saw his hand was still gone.
Magically talented too, though not on the level as the Mage or that Doll Puce carries around
"...I...thought I was done...I owe you my life...Whoever you are..." He said, hoping to get a name.

 

[bluecrimson]

]Keep Sniping?
>Y

Slindis continued to heal the wounds she could while she was there. [color=c20000]"Call me Slindis, human. Next time you head outside, try to pay attention. You're lucky i wasn't dragging a corpse out."[/color] She noticed the muscles on the man as she patched him up, and he felt oddly familiar. [color=c20000]"What do you do for a living?[/color]

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

ok

"Oh, I don't really work, I merely gabble in the stock markets...Why do you ask?" Heidern flat out lied to her face as his wounds were tended to.
"...Hold on....I think I might know you.....Weren't you at that Wedding? The one for the Ninja and the Rich Kid? (Amaya and Dillon)" He asked as he recalled that night.
"Oh yeah, you were the one I bumped into that night. Heh, despite everything, the world is truely a small place. Heidern Hartmann, at you gratitude." He said as he got up, testing his newly healed limbs.

 

[bluecrimson]

Odd...

[color=c20000]"Investing in the stock market, was it?"[/color] Slindis' eyebrow raised. Heidern's muscles weren't from someone that merely worked out on the weekends. They were too defined, there was too much raw strength behind them. After she finished healing him, Heidern could see the fierce eyes of a warrior on the face of the woman tending to his self-inflicted wounds.

[color=c20000]"That wedding? Hmm, it has been some time. What brings you here?[/color] She continues to check him for any injuries she may have missed.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Combat hardened, driven, focused, reminds me of me
"Yeah...It keeps the food on the table, for me and many others, though I find watching grown men weep at numbers on a screen to be rather dull. At times rewarding, but dull otherwise. So I travel, I exercise, I do wish to break out of the stereotype of a stock broker being more fragile then the paper he uses." He explained, noticing Slindis checking out his muscles.
"...Great lot of good they did me back there, eh?" He joked as his own expense, any other time, he'd have a new rug by now.
"And yourself? Just you do seem rather...*Ahem*...Different..." He asked, pretending to be interested by her strange skin tone.

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian looked up at the remnants of shadow left by Kokoa, wiping away the lipstick on his cheek.

Hadrian sighed, and began swimming to shore. His swimming went uninterrupted for a few minutes, until something large, long, and cold wrapped around his neck.

"...Oh fuck me." Was all he said before getting dragged away from the island, and into the briny depths. Hadrian thrashed violently, attempting to rip away from the rubbery appendages grip, but his struggling only caused the grip to tighten.

Hadrian swore silently and changed into his werewolf form, and managed to push the tentacle around his neck forward, giving him some room to manuever his head. Instead of slipping away, he opened his jaws wide, and chomped down, eliciting a shudder throughout the gigantic limb. Instead of getting released like he expected to, he was only dragged down faster and faster, coming to a halt before the scrutinizing gaze of a large, gray eye. Said eye was about the size of a minivan, and it looked at Hadrian, unblinkingly and unmoving.

Hadrian responded to this sight, by what? By further acts of violence, of course! He brought a clawed hand back, and slashed the eye, causing the creature to shoot out a large jet of ink, before raising him up and above sea level, and catapulting him towards the island. He spun through the air uncontrollably, and skipped along the surface of a water like some sort of demented skipping stone. Eventually, he skidded on his back along the sand, and came to a stop right in front of Mark and Klaara, the former having his hands wrapped around her neck, and the latter struggling against it.

Luckily, for Mark that is, Hadrian couldn't see or hear clearly. His vision were still blurred from the sea water and the insides of his ears were waterlogged.

Hadrian attempted to talk, and only succeeded in hacking out a combination of water and squid ink.