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

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Jake is crazy.... Angelus doesn't know.

Hearing the Dragon speak her words, Jake panicked. He threw the throttle full forward and pulled back, gaining altitude so he could fight and run if he had to. Altitude is life to a pilot.

Angelus could feel the desperation and fright in the pilot's normally calm and collected voice.
"Oh shit. Ah, how do I put this... Angelus, I am broken. Crazy. Insane. I have multiple personality disorder. As such I am me, but I am also many others. Certain parts of me are these other personalities. Most of my characters used to live in my head until these events occured. Of course, I let my characters have more 'Free Will' than say Mark did, but as soon as they took real form, I released them. But I can't hear my own personalities, those who have never had form other than a part of me, a voice in my head. And I am afraid. I am lost. I don't know what I am going to do. But I'll be right mate, I'll struggle through somehow... I always do... Please tell me you aren't on my tail right now, locked on....."

Jake looked around madly, trying to locate the red dragon before he became toast. He threw the plane into a snap roll, showing his blind spot to be empty... For now. He regained control and continued climbing, levelling off just above the clouds, skimming them.

 

[bluerocker]

Do you really think you can outfly her?

Angelus followed after Jake with expert precision, catching up to the plane was no chore; but to give the Writer a false sense of security; she stayed below the clouds, allowing herself to speak with the Author freely:

"Speak, Writer. Your situation is far more dire than mine... At least, for the moment. [sub]So long as that mad fool decides not to use Authors as practice dummies...[/sub] Anyway, if they are a part of you, then why not bring control to them? Or, better yet... Write! Is that not how your powers work? If no communication exists, then create it! Bring it into being! Your lot is creative enough... If anything, it might give you an idea..."

I was wondering where he went!

Caim's face, if there was any traces of hardness before, had melted at the sight of his missing son. Not caring that the two Writers were there, Caim embraced his son with joy; as he hadn't seen him during this long period of madness and missing persons.

"There you are! What've you been up to, little one? Cutting up those who oppose you? Defending allies? Flying? All of the above?"

It would have almost been ideal for the swordsman, had his partner (would it still be right to refer to her that way?) not been.. angry (?) at him.

Teri clapped her hands in joy at the scene, glad to see that all of the tension had been thrown out of the window. With that, she pulled her plate back out, and began to eat again.

 

[bluecrimson]

Mysterious Hangar

"Very well, Lucifer. Expect me there shortly." Shortly after hanging up, he typed in some coordinates on the large computer and a portal appeared next to the desk. As usual, he keyed it so only members of his group could use it - he remembered the fiasco from the first time he used it without that protection, and most of Hell's denizens are people he wouldn't want accessing that.

Lucifer's office

Most of the denizens of Hell knew to leave the boss alone, partly out of fear of what he could do in retaliation. Due to that, Lucifer knew that the only person that could be knocking briskly on the door was Gilliam. After Lucifer opened the door, he saw that Gilliam had changed in the years and actually appeared presentable in his suit. Gilliam briskly shook Lucifer's hand before taking a seat in a chair by the desk.

Spoiler: Gilliam's suit

"Let's get down to business here. What are the dispositions of the other Archangels from your eyes? If there's any that you feel are set to join the Lightning Child, there are a few moves on my part that I'll need to make. Assistance from your side will be much appreciated when it's available, but we both know how quickly that will happen. Eberron's children may be helpful here, but they're still gaining experience and can't be counted on in any significant way."

The man interlaced his fingers as he continued talking. "You know what the Mabar Guard can do, so give me your opinion on what the three down there should be doing. And no, 'stay out of the way' is not an acceptable response, just like it was the last time we met."

Airship

Melethia rolled her eyes. "Look, if he's your friend, it's all the more reason to fight him. He probably needs someone to smack him smart again. And we're just the right people to do that! 'sides, Mister Puce is gonna remake my mom's rapiers so everyone's weapon can have that enchantment on it. Those jerks won't know what hit 'em!"

The girl pulled out a kukri with purple metal and started juggling it, clearly a bit bored. "I just hope those guys we're working with aren't really boring. If they are, I'll just work with them like I did those Deneith guys back home. Now, what are you gonna do? Cast some magic or be a cheerleader? You don't look like much of a fighter, Skyhair"

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

In a P-40? Just. In a modern fighter? Yes.

"Angelus... You konw how you can speak with Caim and he is there, that mental link, the pact you share with him? It's close to that. They are a part of me, something I can't just write and make happen. I...I don't know anymore. I don't have a home, I don't have a job, I don't have any purpose anymore. Sorry to trouble you with all this, it is not your problem. Thank you all the same. ...Would you... Would you do me the honour of flying with me for a bit? That is, if you don't need to get back and look after Caim or anything, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid or [sub]foolish[/sub]..." Jake said, his voice trailing off and still wavering.

Jake felt like the sky around him. Light fading to darkness. A single tear ran down his cheek.

 

[bluerocker]

Here's an opportunity!!!

Angelus gave a grunt to show her understanding, and spoke again, "I am always happy to fly. You needn't worry about my offense... As for Caim... I... I have sealed my thoughts from hearing his own, at least for the moment. However, I can still sense some of his emotions... For the most part, he is calm. That is good... But, uncharacteristic considering.... You know what, he's fine and I do not want to speak of him at the moment... If anything, I would be more than willing to be an ear for your troubles instead... Of just fly; whichever."

She gave a mighty flap of her wings; and a roar. It was normal practice for dragons to do so if they were enjoying a flight. [sub]Even if she was in a bad mood...[/sub]

Oh no! We might have a plot hook! D:

Teri tilted her head in confusion,

"Tomoya..? [u]Former[/u] comrade?! What ever could be wrong with him? I thought he was, aside from unorthodox, was as good as they came!"

Caim nodded grimly,

"That is.... Grave. What could the Archangel be doing to be called 'former' comrade..? You haven't done anything that would have gotten yourself hurt, have you?"

Ton Ton looked on in confusion, "... Ms Teri, Mr. Darren, Mr. Caim, Mr... Cadolbolg? Who's Tomoya and why are we worried about him being mean?"

Teri looked down gravely, and 'spoke',

"Tomoya... He.. He 'was', apparently, a great ally of ours; The Archangel of Lightning... He is very powerful, and uses powers from both the Divine and Lightning. I... I don't like the sound of him turning against us. We've more or less been able to keep him from getting too OP; but... If things get out of hand, I fear for the AA universe..."

 

[bluecrimson]

Hawaii

Devon was walking over to find an area to rest when he heard the words 'former comrade' from Mark and made haste over to the table so he could catch a name. Hopefully he could find out more of what was happening. "Hey, mind if I catch that name? I think I could help find out what he's doing so I know what Tajuh, Slin, and Melethia are in for in AA."

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

...To do?

Jake waggled his wings and the pair flew on in silence for a bit. Jake cried silently, feeling so lost, yet very grateful that the dragon deemed him worthy enough to fly with. It was 10 minutes before Jake composed himself again. He didn't know if the Dragon had seen him crying, and he didn't mind either.

Jake nodded in his cockpit, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Thank you for flying with me." Jake said heartfelt. "What is your purpose, Angelus? At the very heart of it, it is to live, thanks to your pact with Caim. I... I have no purpose. Nothing to care for, no one to hold tight, no one to really truly watch my back. And now that I cannot even hear my own thoughts... I don't know anymore. This silence is deafening me. Don't worry about me, go live your life to the fullest, friend." Jake paused a moment before continuing. "Perhaps this is my destiny, to meet Jack for the last time today... And go silently into that good night." He continued, his voice filled with sadness, letting the mighty fighter of wars past dip towards the sea.

 

[bluecrimson]

This is troubling news.

Lucifer

Gilliam's features darkened at the news. "If she refuses to let you move, take the initiative. Anti-angel weaponry should prove effective, but it'll be a major uphill battle in the best possible scenario. The three there can help the situation, but your forces will be a major factor in the next fight. I believe this will change how the Boss looks at things, but my group will leave this section of the multiverse should she decide to control with a heavy hand again. The Mabar Guard wouldn't be what it is as an arm of her design, and if the Core Seven get disbanded, she's going to be looking for an existing group that could serve that purpose."

He shook his head in disgust at the whole scenario which was rapidly spiraling out of control. "When you move, ensure your men have your aligned Metalline weaponry. They can only defend against so much."

Rising Dawn

The young girl glared at Kurumu, clearly livid. "More than you do, that's for sure! Do you know what the Cove is? It's a haven for pirates, and I didn't just get their respect because of my hair color. No, I earned it in blood, and you can go straight to Khyber if you think that I'm a no-wit airhead that should be playing with some dolls! We can have a match if you want to see how much I know of fighting, but I guarantee you that I'll be the one left standing, Skyhair."

Hawaii

Devonn caught the name Tomoya and saw an image of a good chunk of the Angelic Host tearing through New York City when he tried to focus in on him. "Guys, that Tomoya's already destroying the Big apple with an angelic army. I kinda think he's out of control at this point."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The (Un)Real World
Location: Writer's Beach
Time: Late Afternoon

Klaara got up sleepily and rubbed her eyes, the faint crust of dried blood flaked from the bridge of her nose and her right forearm, and she grumbled, head aching. She threw her feet off the bed and stood up, patting herself off, and then realized slowly that she was wearing her white-t and jeans.

"Was I always wearing these..." she wondered out loud and under her breath, touching the soft fabrics to see if they were real, "God I hope I didn't do anything stupid while asleep."

Her stomach growled and distracted her thought process, unable to reacquire it, she walked outside to the smell of roasting beef. The moment she stepped out of her bungalow she saw Taokaka smothering Mark, and was immediatly brought crashing back into reality.

Klaara ran her fingers through her hair and sighed before walking yup to the Dramatist and picking up a steak off of his grill. "I don't think I have the pleasure of being introduced to this..." she paused and took a bite of her steak, "force of nature..."

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn|Atlantic Staging Area
Time: Afternoon

Red Mage pressed his hand agains the Phantasm to check if it was solid, and was very disappointed when he found it was. "As much as I don't want to tell you, I'm surmising that you won't work with me until I do." He grimly sat down on the window side bench and looked outward, "Like I said before, I'm not the real Red Mage. I'm a copy that he left behind with BlackHarte to restore him should anything happen."

RM sighed and pressed a hand through the glass panel, "Obviously something did, RM died after the London incident. It is my duty to continue his research and mission. To do that I need a body, since running around as a specter is inconvenient to say the least, having to expend massive amounts of magic to appear corporeal." He cupped his hands together and breathed into it, summoning a small black sphere of crackling black energy. When he held it up to the light from the window, it shone brightly and Kurumu could see a infinite sea of darkness and a great swirling black hole enveloping that universe. At the center of it all was a huge crystalline structure with a very bored looking blonde woman sitting on top of it. The little camera-portal zoomed in on the Lord of Nightmares, and the moved quickly around her to show what the structure was made of.

Millions and millions of people were frozen in the crystal. Humans, creatures, and unidentifiable beings were all frozen, "My body is here, along with everyone else LoN has consumed in her time as a God. I need Kyre to retrieve it for me, and naturally an Anti-Mage of her caliber would outright refuse me, as many of her order have."

 

[bluerocker]

Wow, Caim's being really nice; for being an obnoxious prick!

The Writers and Caim's faces fell upon hearing the news of Jenny's untimely death. Teri's hand shook as she gripped the tablet and pen, a silent "No..." mouthed by quivering lips. Caim's once happy expression faltered, and he groaned in pain, as he heard the spirits of his blade cry out in agony for their fallen friend. Unfortunately for Teri and Darren; as it was in Caim's mind, the duo were able to cry out via the tablet. Their howls sounding like unholy static and nearly caused Teri to drop the tablet. Caim, like the spirits of the blade, was hurt by knowing of her passing; especially in that it was most likely painful. Angels, despite their immaculate appearances, were some of the most brutal soldiers. In a solemn voice, Caim spoke to his... Friends(?);

"Truly, a brave and strong comrade... Allies, raise your glasses now. Let us have a moment of silence for her. For Jenny."

Teri and Dillon poured the shots; and the little group raised their glasses high.

Time for Angie to verbally bitchslap Jake into shape!

A deep growl entered Angelus' throat when she heard Jake's affirmation; and a fireball whizzed past Jake's plane. When he moved the plane to dodge, he heard her angry voice enter his mind, "Liar! If you were truly without purpose, you would not have dodged me! Your instinct still pushes you on! You want to live, Writer Jake, and you cannot deny that! Just because you feel there is no purpose to you does not mean you should not live! If you lack in one, than find it! Living is not a simple parade. You must work, scrimp, crawl and suffer for life. Furthermore, there are others who care for you more than you realize. Your creations, for example. Upon your death, what will become of them? They are your children! You breathed life into them, you shaped them and made them your own! Would you abandon them? And your fellow troupe of Writers? Do THEY mean nothing as well?! ANSWER ME, HUMAN! TELL ME OF YOUR 'LACK OF WORTH'! If you can honestly answer me, I will obliterate you myself!"

 

[Sithmorack]

(Un)Real World

Cargo plane

Jacob was sitting on a bench and had just finished eating the food he had gotten from Mark. That's when he remembered he had gotten a letter. Curiosity getting the better of him he decided to open it.

Inside the letter was a sheet of folded up paper.

I didn't get to see you while I was in your dimension and that actually made me quite sad. So I decided to do something especially for you! But before I tell you what I did I believe I would be back in my dimension by now. So this is probably arriving way later than when i actually did the action. If you already know what has happened I'm sorry I wasn't able to tell you myself.

You see while you were posting and with the other authors I paid your dear parents a visit...

If you wish to see my handiwork just look at the newspaper I folded up into this envelope.

It should explain everything

From your friendly neighborhood psycho

Jake.

Jacobs heart stopped as he looked inside the envelope and saw the folded up newspaper.

His hand began to shake and he started to sweat a bit as he pulled the newspaper out. It was a local newspaper from California. It described how a couple was killed in there own home and how the murderer had left a message on the wall in blood.

It even showed a picture of what he had done.

There was a small living room with a rather large tv in it. The real problem was the two dead bodies and the blood everywhere. The bodies had been dismembered so only a torso remain of each. There eyes had been gouged out and their fingernails pulled off. To top it off the assailant had somehow managed to force their mouths into a grin. Behind the two bodies above the tv there was a message written on the wall.

They cried like toddlers and begged for me to stop in the end.

Jacob just sat there shocked. He didn't know how to react to the information he had jus been given. Shock, denial, sadness, anger?

Instead Jacob did absolutely nothing. His face was expressionless.

He folded the paper up and put it and the letter back into the envelope. He then slowly proceeded to walk outside along the beach and throw the envelope into the ocean. Making no expression he entire time.

Afterwards he just headed inside the aircraft sat down and did absolutely nothing.

AA World

New York

Shadow's vision blurred a bit before everything became red to him. He could feel sadness and anger swelling up within him. He could feel the shock. But most of all he felt

Pain.

Shadow went into a blind furry lashing out at anything and anyone with a 100 foot radius. Tearing cars and street lights apart.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The (Un)Real World
Location: Writer's Beach
Time: Late Afternoon

Klaara suddenly stopped chewing and stared at Mark silently. Then slowly, she put down the steak and removed her blue contacts and placed them in a case, and then placed that case in her back pocket. "You were... pushed onto me?" she asked rhetorically. Klaara dabbed at her wrist and drew some blood marked a small rune on her forearm, and then let it drop to the black sand under her bare feet.

Suddenly, and violently, a halberd launched itself from the sand. Klaara grabbed it with her right hand and placed it over her shoulders, "Should I overreact, or really overact to that statement. Perhaps the Bounty Hunting Catgirl would like to decide."

And then the blade of the Halberd caught fire for dramatic effect.

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn| Atlantic Staging Area
Time: Afternoon

Kyre seemed mildly troubled that Kurumu had left the room, but she stayed put and popped another strawberry into her mouth. Faerie Dust really hampered the higher cognitive functions.

Red Mage meanwhile seemed amused, "I don't believe I know what you're talking about." He turned the little portal in his hand and looked at the brown haired boy suspended next to Red Mage's own body, "I think I'll have Kyre kill him when she breaks my body free, after all if he's my creator, then he's also the one to put the Anti-Mage through all the terrible things that she experienced."

RM waved his hand dismissively and sighed, "You are also very persistent Kurumu," he put his hand on his forehead, "you keep protecting this Anti-Mage at harm to yourself when she's just one of many. I have no other plans than getting my body back," Red Mage lied fluently, "and might I add-"

He stopped suddenly, and his smile broke into terrible terrible scowl. there was someone in the room that did not belong there. At all. Under any circumstances. A presence that unsettled him even more than Titania, or LoN, or the two combined.

[color=dark orange]"Could I try one of those?"[/color] Neesaj asked Kyre, plucking a red strawberry from the bowl. He was sitting on the bench in full armor, his Cludgeon and Buckler at his side, and Armageddon was standing awkwardly in the middle of the Canteen. Kyre nodded and Neesaj popped the little fruit under his helmet and chewed. However a living suit of armor chews really.

"Hello!" Kyre said cheerfully, extending her hand, "I'm Emerald, nice to meet you!"

Neesaj took her hand and gently shook it, [color=dark orange]"I am Chaos. Neesaj the Chaos Knight,"[/color] the Chaos Knight nodded quickly to himself as if he was unsure of his own name before picking up another strawberry and popping it under his helmet.

Red Mage was baffled, so he just stood there with his eyes locked of Neesaj, frozen in a state of incredulous shock.

[color=dark orange]"You are a Anti-Mage yes?"[/color] Neesaj asked in between strawberries. Kyre nodded. [color=dark orange]"Yes... I have seen your kind before. Magina the Anti-Mage if my mind does not betray me, and his brother Terror Blade the Soul Keeper. I had always thought they were two of a kind."[/color] Chaos Knight slammed his hands onto his knees and laughed, [color=dark brown]"But I am known for my strength, not my intellect! Shows what I know doesn't it Anti-Mage Emerald?"[/color]

 

[bluecrimson]

Hell

Gilliam chuckled at Lucifer's attempt at a joke. "I was advising and giving my view, Lucifer, not commanding. You of all people know how thin the Guard is spread at all times. More would be there if I could afford it, but Tajuh made it clear that the two he used to work with were to be left alone if he were to keep working with the Guard. It's a shame, especially considering that group of three were the best I've had in ages. Have some faith in the group down there. It's the most any of us can do until something happens to tip the scales."

Lucifer quickly remembered the group which had been called the Trident of the Mabar Guard. Although the three had their disputes at times, the three had turned around situations thought unsalvageable. Thinking back on it, Lucifer recognized Tajuh as the core fork of the Trident who had been known for his piloting skills and his ability to warp time. Strong enough on its own, the other two forks had been partly responsible for sticking with the Universal Century timeline until the two sides stopped going for a mutually assured destruction when even the Boss herself had nearly given up on it. If there were some way to subtly get the Trident reforged, it could outweigh the risks of Tajuh leaving.

Training Room

Melethia entered the room and quickly evaluated the gun as well as Kurumu's stance, then waited to see how Kurumu would start the fight. When it came to something like this, she knew making the first move was probably the worst move. Hoping to egg her on, she kept a lightish grip on the kukri as she quipped to Kurumu.

"So, is that chest compensating for something up top, Skyhead? You were the one that said this wasn't a game!"

Hmm, it looks like she's a close-quarters type, maybe something with those nails. The chainmail should stop the worst of the cuts, and maybe... Yeah, I'll use that.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Time for Angie to verbally bitchslap Jake into shape!

The fighter banked hard and pulled up, taking the dragon by surprise. A snap roll to the left and the nose dropped, placing the aircraft back next to Angelus, flying on her right wing. Jake looked the mighty Dragon in the eye and began to laugh, a deep hearty laugh from his very core.
"Thank you Angelus. You have reminded me of life itself. I will never again abandon those who need me. That is my purpose in life. To stand tall and lead the way, to look after everyone. I am still very young and naive after all, but I'll use it to my favour. Now, you've healed me somewhat, what troubles you?"

Jake turned his plane, the Dragon keeping pace as they headed for home.

 

[bluerocker]

"Are mother and father going to go back and fight former comrade Tomoya?"

Caim looked to Teri and Darren uncomfortably, and with the aid of the two Writers, began to give Cadolbolg a lengthy explanation about how they hadn't been there for long; about who and what the Writers were, the dealings with Red Mage, Slenderman and Bruiser (as well as the consequences of those endeavors), and how they eventually ended up on that spit of land that was (currently) their place of rest.

"... as you've probably guessed, Cadolbolg, we have been busy as well. And some... Are weary from the effort. It's no surprise you bear news. From what I understand; it never ends for my path, or any other who cross it... Yes, we will have to eventually. Such is the way of things..."

"Thank you Angelus. You have reminded me of life itself. I will never again abandon those who need me. That is my purpose in life. To stand tall and lead the way, to look after everyone. I am still very young and naive after all, but I'll use it to my favour. Now, you've healed me somewhat, what troubles you?"

The dragon hesitated, but spoke, "I suppose it is fair for me to share as you have; but I fear that my troubles are most likely petty compared to the collapse of one's psyche... Tell me, is it often a human's thoughts will betray an otherwise rational mind? Because I believe all common sense has flown out of the window in my regard..."

It was then the dragon began to recount the events in the plane with Caim, under word that Jake would say nothing to the group of what she was to speak of. It took a few minutes, but the dragon, as any other of her species, did her best to recount what she understood to be the turn of events. It was hard to preserve all of the key details; as she was certain explaining things from a dragon's perspective was different from a humans; with different senses acting in different ways; even in her human form.

"...I still do not understand how I can assailed in my mind so! I am rational. I am smart. I have cunning and common sense. My body is a weapon, with nothing going to waste in it's function. And yet this... Human has created such a response in me! Fire that is not my own burns in my belly, and I want to scorch everything! But I cannot...Or perhaps will not... Does any of this make sense?"

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

WHAT IS LOVE BABY DON"T HURT ME!

Jake's 'voice' came out soft and caring. "It all makes near perfect sense to me. Angelus. Tell me this, and this alone. The fire you feel in your belly that is not yours... Do you want to burn the world to see it burn, or to see that nothing ever has to cause anything bad to happen to Caim ever again? If it is the first, then his bloodlust has taken it's hold on you. If it is the second... Then it is love, pure and simple. The Pact has drawn you two close, and you have grown close to each other. My grandmother always said the one you love will be your best friend."

He prayed to the Gods that the dragon did not roast him for his simple view and analysis of the situation. Human emotions were something he had always thought a Dragon would always have trouble understanding.

 

[bluerocker]

A depressing thought, indeed

Caim nodded,

"...We will need to stop him at some point. A large chunk of our heavy hitters are here. However, I think it is ill advised to alert them right away; as they have only begun to unwind after all the troubles we have dealt with... Like any battalion, they've earned their rest..."

[color=#0E59E4]"What about you, Caim... What will you do?"[/color]

The warrior shrugged,

"I'll think of something... First things first; I need to talk to grumpy-scales about a few things..."

Is it enough?

The dragon's 'voice' gave way to laughter as well, and she answered, "I can count multiple times that Caim's lust for blood had invaded my mind. It was not entirely unpleasant; but I do not like the idea of relinquishing complete control for one desire. As to the second desire you mention... It has... Happened, I suppose. A want to protect that which guards my soul is common. But 'love'? Of what I know regarding the concept, it drives men and women to madness and self-destruction. It hardly something I would want. Closeness, perhaps. But not 'love'. Anything but that... What the three of us share, myself, Caim and Cadolbolg; that is enough for me; even in the fool's fouler moods... I will guard them with my life; human definitions or not."

At that last phrase was uttered, the sky cleared, and the two found themselves returning towards the island.

 

[bluecrimson]

Hell

He chuckled. "None of my own, but the two old comrades of Tajuh had kids. Twins, actually. Both of them are a bit headstrong, but they're turning out well enough even though they are giving their parents headaches." He had a small drink of the wine, savoring the taste. Today had turned out well enough in the information area, even if it had revealed disturbing facts.

"I'll be leaving now. You're already busy enough, so I'll not delay you any further." He exited the office and went into the portal which immediately sealed up after he entered it.

Lucifer picked up a small picture that Gilliam left on the table of a trim brown-haired woman who was aging well and an African-american male with long white with two teenagers, both of which inherited their father's hair. The teenage male looked like he was slightly uncomfortable with the semi-formal wear he had on, but his sister had a huge smile on her face as she put an arm around her brother's shoulder.

Written on the back of the photo were the words Chris and Sarah's sixteenth birthday, 730th anniversary of me and Sam meeting up. Thanks for being there for us, Tajuh, and what you gave up for us will never be forgotten. ~Justin and Samantha

Training Room

Melethia darted around the rubber bullets but was clipped by their return path. Interesting! Higher ceiling, too... The girl put the kukri on a loop of the belt, replacing it with her purple dagger and a longbow. She threw the dagger to the left of the succubus and fired some arrows above Kurumu, going slightly right of the succubus. With these walls, I wonder how long it'll be until it's an arrow hell? "Skyhead, if you miss her so much, get better aim!"

Both the arrows and the dagger ricocheted at angles, providing an extremely tight window of opportunity for Kurumu. It was clear that this girl took her fighting very seriously.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Only time will tell I suppose...

"Well then, Love it is but the Dragon is too stubborn to accept it. Well, I'd call this a good session, friend. I just need to find my personalities/soul fragments/crazy inside my head voices and I'll be perfectly fine again, and you and Caim just need to share a moment I think. Thank you again. I'm gonna go get some sleep. My door is always open to talk if you need to."

His words spoken, Jake brought his fighter in to land, pulling a perfect three point landing and taxiing the P-40 to a stop inside the spacious hanger. He clambered out of the aircraft and waved to those in the plane then left to claim a bungalow.

He flopped into bed and sleep overtook him. His last thoughts were picked up by the dragon as he accidentally forgot to close the link they had been sharing before he passed out and the link closed.

"I wonder if it would be a good idea to bring Mio Tomoe across from the Harem Knights 'verse? And I'm also indebted to Angelus now, I must pay that back before I die..."

 

[bluecrimson]

Training Room

Melethia rolled back, grabbing the flying dagger and using it as a leverage point to send Kurumu flying into the wall. Clearly a bit annoyed at the illusion, she fired a few more arrows in all the cardinal directions before throwing the dagger at Kurumu again, this time going below her. ""Skyhead, neat illusion. It's a good distraction like this!"

She pulled out a light mace that glimmered and said a word of power, making it flash in an intense burst of light.

She wants to play dirty, so can I!

The room was slowly being consumed by a multitude of arrows, making it dangerous for the both of them to keep fighting like they had been.