The girl decided she would just follow Roz and Yuki around for the time being.
OOC: Goodnight.
OOC: Goodnight.
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Bryce waved as they left, before heading to the market.
OoC anybody on,, or should I sign off?
OoC anybody on,, or should I sign off?
The Sand Wraiths were having a ball with the fallen remains of the Lower City. They stalked through the city streets unrelentlessly killing infected mutants and survivors alike whilst relishing in the hunt. A few times they had stumbled upon a group of survivors who appeared to be led by a strange woman however each time they had pursued after them, they had somehow managed to evade them before fresh kills had appeared to distract them form the chase. At the moment they continue to reap the streets, sewers and alleyways of Lower Troika.
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Tearing closer and closer to Troika was the Disciple's hurricane. She sat cross-legged at the helm of the broken airship with her eyes closed as she watched what her thralls did whilst all the while not reacting to their actions. As she got closer and closer to the end of the forest and the Outskirts of Troika, the downed Carrier began slowly rumbling and moving slightly.
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Tearing closer and closer to Troika was the Disciple's hurricane. She sat cross-legged at the helm of the broken airship with her eyes closed as she watched what her thralls did whilst all the while not reacting to their actions. As she got closer and closer to the end of the forest and the Outskirts of Troika, the downed Carrier began slowly rumbling and moving slightly.
"Child. Step forward." boomed a man's voice. A teen-aged woman stepped forward bowing before the man.
"A paragon of the Noxian Dream, I present to you the Black Rune Sword. The heart of your determination."
Despite the wondrous gift, the woman showed no emotion for being presented with the weapon...
"A paragon of the Noxian Dream, I present to you the Black Rune Sword. The heart of your determination."
Despite the wondrous gift, the woman showed no emotion for being presented with the weapon...
Rubbing my eyes, I slowly started to wake up as I notice the fox sleeping on my lap. Sighing, brush the fox off of me and get dressed.
OOC: Hi ho. I get a 5 day weekend for the holidays. Which is cool.
The girl left the inn and walked outside, rubbing her eyes and still silently yawning. Anyone around would notice that nothing she did made any sound.
The girl left the inn and walked outside, rubbing her eyes and still silently yawning. Anyone around would notice that nothing she did made any sound.
Bryce returned from the market, pants in one hand, a needle and thread in his other. He began walking the streets, keeping an eye out for where he could attack the officials and get away.
Before Hellen and Co. could escape from the deck of the Carrier, it was ripped from the treetops it was impaled on causing the group to stumble over on the deck as it was pulled into the storm of the Disciple's Hurricane. As they entered the tempestuous winds of the hurricane they suddenly began hearing the shrieking of a indefinite number of dead souls and memories of their past began resurfacing. Snaking out of the thunderous walls of wind came dark shadow like tendrils that began snatching up and impaling survivors in the group before dragging them back into the dark surfaces they emerged from as the Carrier's wreckage aligned with the deck of the airship that had crashed in the Desert. The Disciple continued to sit where she was, unmoving.
Finally getting myself outside, I started practicing my sword strikes, moving from one motion to the next. The fox that was following my continued to watch over, as if it was observing me.
The girl walked over and watched...@Rosh's character. She grew board of this, but took an intrest in the fox. She started sneaking up on it, being incredibly stealthy.
Bryce watched Riven practice her moves. It was a curious affair, and he wondered why Riven would use a sword when Graves obviously had a gun. Shrugging, he waves at the fox, and sits on a nearby bench, needle and pants in hand. He starts hemming in the bottom of the pants, making the adult male sized leggings shorter and making the waistline thinner.
I continue my practice, though I start to wonder if I could still summon the rest of my blade here if needed. Perhaps later I would try...
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The fox happily waved its tails at Bryce before resuming its watchful eyes at Riven. Whether or not it noticed the girl was unknown.
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The fox happily waved its tails at Bryce before resuming its watchful eyes at Riven. Whether or not it noticed the girl was unknown.
Once the girl was close enough, she waved her hands subtly behind the fox. In front of the fox, a bright shower of multicolored lights, like sparks without heat, suddenly exploded out of nowhere. The fox would not be harmed at all by this, though she may be confused and startled.
The fox noticed the multicolored lights and sparks, jumping back slightly but wasn't really interested in that. It continued to observe Riven, licking its lips with a foxy grin.
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I look over at the girl behind the fox, as strange lights manifested from nowhere. Been there, done that. The League has some of the most strangest users of magic and technology.
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I look over at the girl behind the fox, as strange lights manifested from nowhere. Been there, done that. The League has some of the most strangest users of magic and technology.
Bryce raised his eyebrows at the explosion, and raised his hand to wave the girl over. "Hey, got some pants for you, if you want to wear them. Going to need for you to point out how much shorter I should make them though. That or measure you."
The girl seemed disappointed in the fox's lack of reaction. She was at least expecting it to be a little more startled. She sighed again and sat next to the fox, again fussing with herskirt, angrily muttering at it.
OOC: Something odd is going on with mt net, so one on my phone for now.
OOC: Something odd is going on with mt net, so one on my phone for now.
In the black depths of oblivion, there was a sudden orange spark. mFrom far away, voices seemed to echo and reverberate like waves crashing off of rocks. The spark reappeared, widened into a line, then faded away again. Jensen frowned in his sleep, trying to focus on the failing display. Gradually he opened his eyes, and immediately knew something was out of place. His vision seemed oddly lopsided, as though he still had his left eye shut, and it was grainy and indistinct. There was no sign of his HUD. Someone was standing over him, looking away, but while he could hear their voice, it was distorted and incomprehensible. He tried to reach out and touch their ankle to get their attention, but his arm didn't respond. Scowling, he tried to sit, to prop himself up, to do anything, but none of his limbs worked.
"What the hell?"He mumbled fuzzily, still dull from his long unconsciousness.
"What the hell?"He mumbled fuzzily, still dull from his long unconsciousness.
....Outisakanobody said:
Why did you just pull a Wacky?
Yeul finally woke up, yawning softly and greeted by the sight of Caius standing near the door of the room.
"I trust you slept well?"
"Yes... thank you." Yeul replied, still sounding rather groggy. "You?"
"With as long as you slept, it shoud be no suprise youhad a pleasant rest. I slept lightly, as I always do."
Smiling slightly, Yeul climbed out of bed and began getting dressed, Caius looking away to give her some privacy. Finishing, Yeul left her room. "Shall we greet the day?"
Caius nodded and followed after Yeul. "You will find that the matter of payment for the room has been taken care of."
"That's good to hear. It wasn't too expensive, I hope?"
"The price was reasonable enough. Although he didn't recognise Gil, the owner of this establishment was in no hurry to turn it down."
The duo left the hotel, Yeul holding a hand infront of her eyes while they adjusted to the light.
The hurricane continues to approach Troika as the events within go on.
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The Disciple finally begins to slowly stand up, with her eyes still closed, hood raised and lower half of her face obscured by her cloth mask. She then begins to slowly, almost dainty-like, make her way from the helm of the airship where it meets with the Carrier whilst the air appears to ripple and tear as she seems to snap between two separate points as she approaches.
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At the top of the most extravagant tower in Troika sits a man reclining in his chair as he looks out over the city. He sips on something red in a glass as he looks out. To his right stands a male figure dressed in a strange red armour that appears to have nozzles all over whilst at the table in front of him sits a young girl speaking to a woman in purple armour whilst the girl is sipping on something sweet. The man is waiting patiently as he knows someone is sure to come through the door into his room in a mere moment and that the following conversation wasn't going to phase him that much. He also didn't really care much for the state he knew this city was in because in more ways than one it didn't really effect. He continued to calmly wait as he reclined in his chair.
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The Disciple finally begins to slowly stand up, with her eyes still closed, hood raised and lower half of her face obscured by her cloth mask. She then begins to slowly, almost dainty-like, make her way from the helm of the airship where it meets with the Carrier whilst the air appears to ripple and tear as she seems to snap between two separate points as she approaches.
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At the top of the most extravagant tower in Troika sits a man reclining in his chair as he looks out over the city. He sips on something red in a glass as he looks out. To his right stands a male figure dressed in a strange red armour that appears to have nozzles all over whilst at the table in front of him sits a young girl speaking to a woman in purple armour whilst the girl is sipping on something sweet. The man is waiting patiently as he knows someone is sure to come through the door into his room in a mere moment and that the following conversation wasn't going to phase him that much. He also didn't really care much for the state he knew this city was in because in more ways than one it didn't really effect. He continued to calmly wait as he reclined in his chair.
Finishing my practice, I buckle my sword again, putting my hands in my pants pockets. This world.. It's rather strange, and yet familiar at times.
The fox trotted over to me with patient eyes. "What do you want?" I ask it. It simply wags its tails at me. Sighing, I take out a small chuck of some jerky I had in my pocket and toss it over to the fox. It grabbed it out of the air and happily munched on it.
The fox trotted over to me with patient eyes. "What do you want?" I ask it. It simply wags its tails at me. Sighing, I take out a small chuck of some jerky I had in my pocket and toss it over to the fox. It grabbed it out of the air and happily munched on it.
The girl walked over to Bryce, being careful of how she got up from her sitting position. She took the pants and inspected them. She then indicated that she wanted them cut down to pretty much short shorts level.
Cause I can't spell damn it!Nailik said:....Outisakanobody said:
Why did you just pull a Wacky?