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Discussion in 'Statistical Roleplays' started by Shadow, Nov 11, 2012.

  1. Instead of another veil of phantasm subtly masquerading the exact nature of the changes the girl had first imposed on the scenery, this pulsation of power felt strong, vivid, alive, carrying the aforementioned force of change that rippled through the area in what could be vaguely discerned as a pillar of Dreamflow. Otherwise, visibility was left to the interpretation of the ripples and shifts that seemed to overcome absolutely all senses at once, inspiring a sensation of vertigo to the phantom, omnidirectional motion. Whoever this girl was, she was certainly able to impose a vast amount of control in Dreamflow--a degree of it that could not be measured with certainty at the moment--not to mention she seemed to be a resident of Leiobea.

    What seemed like agonizingly dragging minutes of madness was in reality a few seconds, more than enough for the scenery to have retransformed into the haphazard arrangement of palm trees that had been undermined by the urgency of the lack of a battlefield the Gunner thought to be required for the... extremely atypical introductory procedure. The visage of rocky hillside receiving, from the angle alone, the full sunlight of an invisible aster highlighted the omnipresent qualities which had so far taken prevalence on their experiences: illogicality, and uncertainty.

    "Well, I guess you deserve some explanations, huh? Though I can't deny that was pretty fun~" the voice of the girl rang out from a new position, conveniently sitting (or balancing?) atop one of the tropical palms opposite to the doubtfully-natural elevation of terrain. While weaponless hands conveyed the message she was done with the little spar, her unscathed appearance, body and clothes alike, made it seem she had not even fought at all. "Alright then! You've passed my test, so I can answer questions... Maybe."

    "Name's Karmica, by the way. Shadow Knight of Illusion. I like the title and all, but don't overdo it, 'kay? Anyway, this is Leiobea as you must know, right? It's kinda awesome once you get used to it, I promise." she giggled, turning to the sky for a moment with an inspective look, as if measuring something, before her eyes returned to the dysfunctional assortment of a party. "This, though, is Campo Perdido. You're in the Realm of Helicroa. I'd ask what brought you here, but... yeah. You're new."
     
  2. 'What?! It's over already?' Ebrethiel thought, almost indignantly. 'I hardly even got to do anything!' The demon boy looked towards the fighter anyone would recognize after his involvement in their first battle; Kalum, was it? With amounts of both irritation and envy, Ebrethiel glared at the black-haired teenager, careful not to let the flurry attacker notice the attention. "Whatever," the demon snorted silently, shifting his gaze to their environment. A spot of glorious blue suddenly caught his eye, and he looked at the top of a tree-- the enemy sat there. Although right now, everything about her seemed to indicate she had moved past their battle already. She seemed to be in 'teacher-mode' again, evidenced by her speech. Her name was cool, though, Ebrethiel had to admit, as he heard it. Karmica. She sounded like a character in an epic saga. 

    "Karmica! Who are you, though?" Ebrethiel called, moving a little closer to the tree the Gunner girl was perched on. "Why are you here?" Suddenly seizing on the opportunity to ask more questions, Ebrethiel spoke the next inquiry after taking a short glance at everyone that was allied with him during the fight; "And why are we all here? On... Leiobea?"

    'And why in the name of infernal hell is this place so weird?'

    '...'

    'At least it's not Earth anymore.'
     
  3. Kalum sighed in relief and general exhaustion, lowering his raised fists which no longer were needed for his surprisingly merciless strikes. He'd never fought like that before... at least, he didn't think he had. My memory... why is it still such a blur? He thought in irritation, before shaking his head as if to clear away the thought. He caught Kip'yaia in his peripheral vision, gazing upon Kalum with an almost unseeable sympathy in her teal eyes. They held eye contact for a few seconds before the gunner's voice called out from atop a tree.

    Kalum looked up at the girl, seeming to balance on her arboreal perch. She was completely unharmed. Some part of the Shyrden Tyro was irked by this; he felt like he had, quite literally, fought tooth and nail with the gunner, who now identified herself as Karmica. An then he took a breath to calm his rampant thoughts, which he somehow understood had to come from the bright azure-furred Lupynn beside him. Their energies were interlocked; it only made sense that their baser thoughts would be as well. But if that were the case...

    He shuddered. What if I'd gotten myself killed just now? Would Kip'yaia have gone down with me?

    His thought was interrupted as the demon boy- Ebrethiel?- called out to Karmica, asking a few questions that would have been asked anyway. Returning to the quieter demeanor he'd had before the battle, Kalum leaned against a nearby tree. At this point, I'd just like to know how to get back home...
     
  4. Rina was silent as she listened to the girl, who now appeared to be completely ok after all those attacks from the others. It dawned upon  Rina that this girl was way out of their league at the time being, and was probably just testing them. She was relieved that it was now over, though, and that everyone was alive, but damn if that girl didn't know how to hit hard. If everyone around was as tough as her, they just might be in trouble.

    So, we're in a land known as Leiobea, huh? Rina thought to herself, as she looked at the area around her and listened to Karmica, which had changed once again. This certainly was an interesting place, she could say that much for sure. The young boy, who had a very obvious crush on Karmica, stepped up to ask some questions they all would like to know, and she was eager to her her answers as well. Her attention also turned to Kalum and his winged-wolf companion. He had been very effective in the previous fight, and she was glad that her spirit had been able to assist. She just hoped everyone wouldn't give her flak over how they gave the possessed bunny ears. People were usually upset about that, but hey, they were effective in the fight, weren't they?
     
  5. Sekhmet rolled her eyes. She was hardly in the mood for conversation with this girl, especially after the whole 'kill the child' thing turned out to be one big tease. The deity sheathed her weapons and gave a low growl as she stared at the dirt beneath her feet, unsure of what to do with the remaining rage she felt.

    She listened briefly to the girl as she explained where they were, and how she couldn't ask why they were her for the simple reason of being 'new.' Sekhmet yawned. "Boring. As. Shit." she commented lazily as she placed a paw over her mouth. "Just tell me who needs bludgeoning - let's get this shit done..." She definitely wasn't feeling very good - not killing the person you're pissed at will do that to you.

    She looked over at the others, ears twitching in distaste whenever she had to listen to anyone else but herself. She heard the demon boy say something about how disappointing the fight was, how he felt his role in the conflict was minimal. "Well hellion, your role was very meager, I almost forgot you existed, luckily your squeaky voice and hideous features caught my attention, have you even hit puberty yet?!" She leaned forward a bit examining the boys face, smiling spitefully. "Oh, my mistake, I thought you were getting a chin hair, but it was just more filth... typical."

    Sekhmet paced back and forth, gazing upon each member in turn, looking to exploit anything she could. Just then she looked over to Rina, she seemed focused in thought - perfectly unaware. "Hey, fuckwit, yeah you-" She made her way over to the girl, taking heavy steps, and pressed her shoulders back, giving her a larger appearance. "I saw you making little bunnies out there. Lemme tell you something, I eat bunnies. Matter of fact, I'm feeling a bit hungry bunny-bitch, make me a meal - or do I have to rip it out of you?!" she said as she grasped the girl's collar and lifted her up.

    Oh yes, this was making her feel better...
     
  6. Kalum glanced over towards Sekhmet, where the lioness had apparently gotten bored with the lack of action. Choosing to make a taunting jab at Ebrethiel, she quickly turned towards Rina. Kalum grimaced slightly; the girl had helped him in the battle, and the group didn't need to degenerate into fighting again. Fighting caused by Sekhmet, no less. I think it'd be more effective to ditch her... He thought, before shaking his head slightly. He really didn't want to intervene; even after his performance in-battle, he wasn't about to take the chance...

    Kip'yaia seemed to have other plans. She stepped forward, towards the lioness, a soft growl emerging from her white-furred throat. The Lupynn's hidden claws emerged from the lazuli paws as she glared at the feline. "You would do well to leave the girl well enough alone, Sekhmet," Kip'yaia snarled with a surprising intensity. Kalum looked over at his Spirit Guide in plain shock, surprised that the thus-far sardonic but amicable Lupynn was suddenly taking a hostile stand. Then again, some scrap of memory from before Leiobea told him that Lupynn Spirit Guides were resolute, firm defenders- whether it be defense or aggression.

    "Why are you getting involved?" Kalum muttered, inaudible to everyone but the powerful senses of the winged wolf herself. His expression went completely neutral when Kip'yaia ignored him.
     
  7. "Oh, me? I told you who I was already. It doesn't really matter right now, anyway, 'cause it seems to me you're up for something rather interesting~" she explained naturally, as if these clearly preternatural details were nothing but trivial details that were to be spoken about with as much simpleness as reporting opinions about the weather. Which, even in Leiobea, or at least Helicroa, seemed aberrant at first glance, with the sunless skyline extending above them.

    "Iono why you're here, honestly," Karmica continued, scratching the back of her head sheepishly as she said this, "Guess that's up to you all to find out~ Can't guarantee anything, heh heh. You'll be okay from the looks of it, though. I take back the terribad, it'll be pretty decent for now." she giggled once again, but her expression soon straightened as Sekhmet's verbal lashing nearly shifted to physical. She raised an eyebrow curiously in response, seemingly unwilling to intervene, at least for the moment.

    When she turned to Rina, Karmica directed the question at nobody in particular, "Sorry. But is she a bitch all the time?"
     
  8. Anger, sown by annoyance, welled up immediately. "At least I'm not a mindless bitch," Ebrethiel arrogantly shot back as the aggressive cat stalked away to find her next unwarranted victim. The edge of his lips curling in a snarl, the demon felt strongly inclined to summon a Python and direct it at Sekhmet's eyes-- and was even holding his palm out to the ground when he noticed Karmica's voice. Disappointment and inklings of impatience replaced his contrived enmity as he heard her decline to share more about herself--'but I thought all girls loved to ramble about themselves...!'-- and then added another arcane remark. Did she have a phobia for straightforward answers?

    "I guess when you're queen of the retarded bitches, you have to keep up appearances by insulting everyone," Ebrethiel responded --and with a faux-sweet, taunting voice directed contemptuously at the anthro cat-- to Karmica's inquiry as to Sekhmet's ubiquitous bitchiness. Scoffing in overall disgust at the towering feline figure, Ebrethiel turned to glance at a new voice. The winged wolf that had fought with them was standing up to Sekhmet! Curiosity replacing his apparently effortless animosity, the demon wandered over to the Lupynn. "You've gotta' be a demon, right? I mean, you look sort of light-colored to have dwelled in the Underworld, but I could dye your fur red," Ebrethiel mused to the sentient wolf, an almost generous current in his voice. "But if you are a demon, you're officially under my command," he continued snidely. Spinning around without waiting for a response, Ebrethiel swung his arm out to face Sekhmet. "By the order of Ebrethiel, wolf, savage the bitch!"

    It most sincerely seemed like he fully expected his direction to be carried out. Was he really this desperate for more peons?
     
  9. Oh no... Rina thought as she was lifted into the air by the lioness. Fear evident within her eyes, as she could tell that Sekhmet would certainly kill her if she felt like it, and Rina didn't like the look in the lioness's eyes. Damnit, she was way worse then the bullies back at school, who would just pick on the younger girls, and rough them up. And she wasn't able to do anything to stop them back then, as she did now.

    Her mind flashed back to the academy she had lived in, before everything started. She had spent her days learning trying to be able to contact a spirit, and avoid being noticed by the bullies who harassed the younger girls on a daily basis. She had been lucky for the most part, having been only cornered once or twice. But she had seen others being harassed dozens of times, and though she wanted to jump in, rescue the accosted and confront the bullies, she couldn't, for all she could do was summon a simple rabbit spirit, and they took about an hour to call, and sometimes she couldn't contact one at all. She wasn't as good as her mother had been, who could call upon the spirits of gods themselves, for her, a simple rabbit spirit would have just taken a few second. Rina had always dreamed of being as good as she was. But in the real world, she could never hope to be that strong. Why...why can't I be strong like that!?

    ...Why can't I...? Rina thought, as the realization of what she had done only a bit earlier dawned upon her. She had been able to summon multiple rabbits, each in less then a few second. This is a dream...I can be that strong! She thought. He hands tightened into fists, as the fear had all but disappeared from her face, replaced with angry determination. No longer would she be weak. No longer would she be pushed around by bitches like Sekhmet! She would be strong! She began to concentrate, looking for the most powerful she could, as she heard the voices of Kip'yaia tell Sekhmet to let her go, and Ebrethiel's soon joining alongside the winged wolf to confront the lioness, causing her to smile. That smile brightened even more when she found the strongest one around. Oh great spirit, I call upon thee, grant me thy powers, so that I may be victorious.

    The red aura of a great dragon surrounded the young women, as red scales grew out from her skin on he head and arms, and canines turned into two sharp fangs, giving Rina a somewhat demonic look to her. "Eat fire!" The young woman said before taking a deep breath, before releasing a great blast of flames upon Sekhmets face, the fires completely surrounding her head and shoulder.
     
  10. Sekhmet smiled oddly as the fire seared her whiskers and scorched her face. She didn't care much for the pain – she was the goddess of fire and war after all, the two went hand in hand. She heard the little girl scream that she was I bitch. Pretty accurate actually... Sekhmet thought, anger boiling up inside her.

    Sekhmet stood straight, as if nothing was happening at all as the fire engulfed her face. As the fire receded Sekhmet still had a firm grip on the girl as the goddess stared into the girls eyes with a strange malicious smile. ”Good show – I was expecting more screaming, however that actually managed to impress me, I might consider not hurting you...”

    Sekhmet lowered the girl down, still holding her firmly, moving her hands to her head. One on the chin, and the other gently holding the back of the girl's head. Slowly, Sekhmet moved her eyes to the rest of the group as she tightened her grip on the girl almost to a death grip, squeezing her head tightly. ”I know most of you dislike my attitude, and for that I am sorry. I know I shouldn't act this way, but I have a good reason for it.” She started. ”All of us here are able to control some amount of magical energy – and therefor make us - by relativity not very unique. So as it turns out – the very thing we thought would make us unique in the real world has turned against us, and some of us – meaning me, have realized we must revert to our mundane ways to give the illusion of being unique... pun intended.”

    Sekhmet returned her attention to the girl and gave one last remark. You like animals Rina? Allow me to make you an Owl.”

    *SNAP*​

    The noise rang out as Sekhmet gave no hesitation and twisted her hands around smoothly – she had done this before. Rina's neck twisted around as she was forced to stare at her back, pupils dilating as the connection between her brain was lost. ”Hoo, Hoo goes the Owl...”
     
  11. Kip'yaia looked over at Ebrethiel with a confounded light in her teal eyes. Was he actually trying to command her? Obviously thinking she was a demon, but still, it was rather clear she was with the Shyrden Tyro who was now looking at Ebrethiel in mild confusion as well. The Lupynn shuffled her wings and stood a bit straighter, facing the demon boy. "I don't know what you think you're trying to do, but--"

    *SNAP*​

    Kip'yaia and Kalum both jumped at the sudden noise, and Kalum immediately looked toward Sekhmet and Rina with a shocked and speechless expression on his face. He took several steps forward as Kip'yaia turned to follow his gaze and let out a harsh snarl. Rina's head on a snapped neck, turned completely around as Sekhmet gave some grim, tasteless quip about owls. Sapphire fur bristle in anger and indignation as avian wings flared, the Lupynn's aura pulsating around her with a prebattle rush. "Sekhmet, what the hell--"

    Kip'yaia leaped at the lioness as Kalum was in mid-sentence, leaving the boy blinking at his companion. Canine teeth were bared as the Dream Guide rushed the Weakened Deity, a chilling growl bubbling up at her throat. One does not simply kill their teammate for reasons of- what, uniqueness? The long fangs sank into Sekhmet's shoulder in a grip shared by hunting animals- Lupynn and Euthoran wolves alike- in order to at the least bring down the offending cat. In an urge to help his partner, Kalum ran forward, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do; defend Kip'yaia? She seemed like she could take care of herself, easily...

    Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to put us all in the same area?
     
  12. Her suspicions were confirmed, and she was glad she chose to wait. Karmica visibly winced as the unfortunate girl's neck twisted past the point any normal human could physically survive, but did not move an inch. Instead, a distortion--an oscillating waver of her very image--settled immediately, and then, without any indication she had actually moved, the girl acted. Kip'yaia would find herself swatted away...

    "I LITERALLY JUST--" a voice, belonging to no other than Karmica herself, rang, in full scolding glory, simultaneous to the appearance of the very force that had just driven the Dream Guide away. A perfect double of the girl, displaying the same illusionary visuals, stood next to Sekhmet. "--FIXED THIS PLACE. DON'T FUCK WITH IT AGAIN." Her weapon of choice was one of the original two handguns she wielded when she first encountered the party, a metallic silver design gleaming with the illogical sunlight with the words engraved on the barrelside: Infinity Fragile.

    But that was the lesser extent of details. The self-proclaimed goddess would have found herself reduced to almost total immobilization; azure wires of tangible, electrical power wrapping tightly around her body in random ways. As the source to lines, which crackled with static every now and then, several points of equally-colored light hovered around the immediate area. Karmica sighed, "Sorry 'bout that. Stressful day and all, not to mention someone should learn to..." Her finger pressed the trigger again, almost casually.

    "Shut. The. Hell. Up."

    Each word was punctuated with another constricting wire being launched at her, jerking her erratically as they wrapped around her almost systematically, but never allowing her to fall to the ground. She was effectively trapped. "You're not unique, so what? Get the hell over it, 'kay? Don't get anyone started again, 'cause I'm just not messing around anymore." And the point could not be clearer enough. Karmica then glanced to the supposed corpse of the Spirit Possessor, who had also been tossed away... and to the girl's surprise, the Dreamflow was already starting to react. Strands softly coursed back into the body, faintly beginning to seep into the code of what already existed, seeking to alter something...

    And Karmica snapped her fingers, deciding to accelerate the process. The effect was immediate. The strands became almost overwhelming waves, all ultimately clashing into Rina, until it broke. There was a notorious, yet indescribable crack, as the fallen girl was consumed by a powerful ripple. Bones aligned, nerves reconnected, death twisted into life. Not even waiting for them to subside, Karmica spoke, "Well, there goes your first death. Careful next time~"
     
  13. "I know we just went over the killing thing," Ebrethiel started, stepping forward a few measures and glancing around at everyone-- Rina, laying on the ground and being woven to resurrection by what the demon guessed was Dreamflow; Sekhmet, bound in her voltaic restrictions; and, last of note, Karmica. Who was currently in two places at once, and had just given another display of her abstruse powers. Acting somewhat cautiously-- he didn't want to be the next target of Karmica's wrath, after all-- Ebrethiel reasoned, "But look at how much trouble Sekhmet's already caused. Shouldn't we just cut any future losses and get rid of her now? She could attack any one of us next," and, his voice rising in confidence and claim, he concluded, "and that makes her a liability in battle-- a liability in general. What use is an ally you can't trust; especially one that's willing to kill you just for her superficiality?"

    That's a joke. As if Ebrethiel cared whether or not he could trust anybody around him. In the boy's experience, though, trust-- for whatever reason-- mattered to most everybody else. If he could get his 'allies' to ostracize Sekhmet, though... well, that would definitely be one less problem-- and hazardous, unpredictable bitch-- he would have to deal with. And one more mark on his improvement as a demon...

    In the grand scheme of things, Ebrethiel didn't know how long he would be on Leiobea-- or even what the rest of the world was like. It was different than Earth, with it's rigid society and stringent rules, and that was all the demon cared about. The more leverage, power, and control he had, the better his overall chances. Chances of survival, and of dominion. Who could tell, after all? If this Leiobea place continuously proved itself a better world than Earth, and if he could grow in his hellacious talents...

    A demonic ambition is never aimed too high, or spread too far. The most powerful of demons can even, through their belligerence, manipulation, and madness, go on to conquer entire planets. And, oh, wouldn't it be immoral bliss to cast Earth forever away and rule such an eventful land as Leiobea? The burgeoning dreams and actions of a mere Demon Flavor could expand to such proportions.

    Standing in the field, in all it's paradoxical incandescence, glancing at the people he had fought with, a fleeting fancy of tyrannical lordship evanesced across Ebrethiel's mind and left it's imprint.
     
  14. Karmica? Leiobea? Campo Perdido and Helicroa? Despite the few sentences the gunner had spoken, Lillian felt as if a world of information had been bestowed upon her. It didn't help that her head was throbbing and her body was beginning to ache now that the battle was over. She was exhausted. She hadn't realized she had used so much power, she had been so focused on the battle at hand. Lillian gingerly leaned against one of the tropical palms, placing most of her weight on the rough bark.

    She needed to rest. She needed to recover her power. Ever since she arrived in this place, Lillian had been faintly aware of voices speaking to her in the back of her mind. When she had run out of power, those voices had died down to almost nothing and that had scared her more than she could have ever imagined. It was as if she had been alone. Not alone as in without anybody around, that was evident with all the beings surrounding her, but alone as in there was no place for her. She didn't know anything or anybody here, in this new world. The whispers of the stars were all she had. It was the only reason Lillian had been able to stay strong despite the sudden change in . . . . everything.

    Lillian closed her eyes, breath slowing until it sounded like she was asleep. It was the easiest way to reach up back into the Dreamflow, tugging out strands of the energy which sustained her. In this way, she had fallen into a trance, only concentrated on bringing herself back on her feet. She had to make sure to conserve her energy the next time she fought. The girl knew she would only be a burden to everyone and herself in this state.

    Noises echoed from the world outside her mind but she paid it no heed. The voices probably wouldn't even process in her mind anyway so listening was a useless endeavor. What she needed was to get back on track. The strain of losing her strength not once but twice was heavy, to say the least. She had not been expecting this outcome, she hadn't been expecting anything at all. That would teach her to be so reckless.

    Suddenly, she felt a change in the air. Lillan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, identifying the feeling to be the same as when Karmica made the scenery change by harnessing the power of the Dreamflow. Just what was going on? Reopening her eyes, Lillian blinked rapidly before turning her gaze onto the gathering before her. Everybody seemed to be directing hostile vibes toward Sekmet while the lioness herself was. . . smug? Lillian found she couldn't be sure. She didn't want to over analyze it but it looked like an argument had taken place. It would explain the small burn mark on one of the trees.

    Oh no. This was not good. In the small amount of time she had known her, Lillian knew Sekmet was very good at pushing all the right buttons for the wrong reasons. At this rate, it might be better for all of them not to even bother teaming up and instead, go their separate ways. Their team dynamics were just far too different. Or, at least, with Sekmet it was. Lillian found herself wishing she had the ability to restrain them. But that was almost asking for too much.
     
  15. Sekhmet couldn't help but laugh as the current of electricity caused her to spasm wildly. The pain didn't really bother her, it never did. One could say it brought her joy to feel the sting of battle, as opposed to the aggravation of what the other would surely perceive to be her overpowering by what? A little girl? What was aggravating was the fact that she was unable to lash out and fight back. ”Such a cowardly technique, not allowing your foes to fight back, too fearful they'll defeat you had you not restrained them...” Sekhmet thought. But surely she should be able to break free, why was she so powerless here? She was a god, not a mere kitten! She could feel the anger building up inside like some sort of pressure bomb, and with no steam to ring out her ears, she would have to release the tension in some other, more destructive manner.

    ”FUCK YOU!!!” Sekhmet screamed as an explosion of fire burst from the central mass of her body, the radius of embers crackling as they flung outwards in a vile and hateful explosion. As the Red Rage subsided it would seem that Sekhmet's plan had failed, as she still remained in the binds of the Dreamflow. Taking heavy breaths Sekhmet decided to listen to reason, finally getting tired at bitching at the same whiners she had been with for much too long already. ”A few things; One: Let me the fuck down... Two: No more talking. And three: Point me in the direction of senseless murder and I'll just be on my way, thank you. Bitch...” Sekhmet couldn't help but feel a little ill, it wasn't in her nature to be kind – she'd definitely have to be extra sadistic in the near future to make up for it...
     
  16. "Point me in the direction of senseless murder and I'll just be on my way, thank you. Bitch...”

    “Okay, that’s great, because I have stuff to do.” Arkai’s voice sounded like it was a lighthearted remark, in sharp contrast with his expression. He had been watching over the group with a deep scowl the entire time, and it hadn’t gone away now. “Not that I want to spoil your insistent homicidal bickering, but I have very important orders.” He paused for a moment; he couldn’t actually recall being given orders. In fact, he couldn’t quite remember what the last thing he did before entering this world was.

    “Leukanthropes. I’d like to hunt them, kill them, foil their plans, and call them bad names.” Arkai’s eyes scanned the crowd as he formed a forced smile. He rotated the wilting flower in his hand, making sure it was still there, in case one of these freaks tried to attack him. He didn’t trust object permanence in this world, which was a troubling thought in and of itself. “It’s kind of like what you guys are doing to each other right now, so I’d appreciate the expertise.” He turned to Karmica and made a firm salute, weapon still in hand, drooping over the side of his head comically. “I would particularly enjoy the expertise of someone who actually knows how this ridiculous world works.” Despite the attempts to appear formal and respectful to Karmica herself, Arkai made no attempts to hide his contempt for her world; his words seeped in seething hatred the second he brought it up.


    “I’m no beggar. If you don’t trust one another that’s fine…” But I would really like to not be stranded by myself…
     
  17. The two simultaneous figures of Karmica, the one who had just incapacitated Sekhmet and the one still playfully sitting atop the palm as if nothing had happened, underwent a greater distortion still which blurred the former into nonexistence and further seemed to focus the self-proclaimed "Shadow Knight" into a graspable, concise form. Karmica sighed, surveying the area as if she was checking for something other than the clearly-confused group before her. Her eyes then fell on the Weakened Deity, incapacitated as she was, as the girl twirled a nondescript firearm that had not even been there a moment prior.

    "Y'know," she began, allowing for two seconds to pass before continuing, "If you're gonna have this simpleminded "kill everything" attitude, they might as well replace you with a big sword or something. In the end, it'll be the same thing~" Karmica giggled lightly at this. Then, someone actually sensible stepped in. She blinked in light surprise as she had not even acknowledged his presence, but the girl recalled him being... there with the rest.

    “Leukanthropes. I’d like to hunt them, kill them, foil their plans, and call them bad names.”

    There was an awkward pause that seemed to span minutes, even though the Botanist Private continued to half-scold, half-mock his own group while Karmica just stared at him like if he was the only trace of normality left in this irrational world. So that's why you're here...

    “I would particularly enjoy the expertise of someone who actually knows how this ridiculous world works.”

    "A-uh?" the meld of violets and purples which were Karmica's eyes settled once again on him--Arkai was it? "Heehee, sorry, but after the fun and games earlier, I think I couldn't if I wanted to~" she apologized, scratching the back of her head. "But! Even though I'm a little busy right now, I know someone who miiight be able to help you. I think. He's pretty good, I tell you, even though he's practically a newcomer 'round here in Helicroa."

    She folded her arm so that the handgun was aimed directly to the opposite direction she was facing, and pressed the trigger. As to be expected from her, though, there was no bang or bullet fired from the bullet, but instead an extremely thin but visible trail of blue light that extended forward without sign of stopping, decelerated while curving slightly to the side, then proceeded to get lost among the palm trees.

    "Last time I saw him was a few hours ago. I guess he was heading to Selva Perdida, this way." she motioned with her head to the string of light which showed no signs of weakening or disappearing altogether. "Should be worth checking out~"
     
  18. Sekhmet scowled as she remained hovering above the air, still suspended by the threads that Karmica had bound her in, worse still was the fact that she had evidently gotten sidetracked and seemed to forget the deity's existance entirely. Though as it was most often with Sekhmet, she didn't like to go unnoticed, and would be sure to get back the attention she deserved.

    ”Today Junior...” She directed her voice over to Karmica, making sure to be loud enough to get over the tail end of the converation she was having with Arkai. Sekhmet wriggled in place slightly, giving thought to Arkai's words. ”Leukanthropes? What kind of fucking name is that? Either way if I heard you correctly they need to be killed, impaled perhaps? If I was let down I'd be inclined to help with that.”

    Sekhmet's head tilted as she heard Arkai's last remark about not trusting one another. Giving a sly smile she responded. ”Why should we trust one another, we don't have any reason to give solid faith in a world that could be completely different any moment – that goes for people too, best to listen to yourself than to die in false trust...”

    Sekhmet paid little attention to Karmica, the deity assumed she was saying something, but it mattered little, wherever the group was heading, it was certain death would follow – and for that reason Sekhmet would follow – not because of a greater cause, or wealth, but simple adrenaline and the rush of battle, nothing more. A moment later, Sekhmet's eyes darted, following the trail of light that escaped from Karmica's gun, as it trailed off into the distance.
     
  19. Karmica? Leiobea? Campo Perdido and Helicroa? Despite the few sentences the gunner had spoken, Lillian felt as if a world of information had been bestowed upon her. It didn't help that her head was throbbing and her body was beginning to ache now that the battle was over. She was exhausted. She hadn't realized she had used so much power, she had been so focused on the battle at hand. Lillian gingerly leaned against one of the tropical palms, placing most of her weight on the rough bark.

    She needed to rest. She needed to recover her power. Ever since she arrived in this place, Lillian had been faintly aware of voices speaking to her in the back of her mind. When she had run out of power, those voices had died down to almost nothing and that had scared her more than she could have ever imagined. It was as if she had been alone. Not alone as in without anybody around, that was evident with all the beings surrounding her, but alone as in there was no place for her. She didn't know anything or anybody here, in this new world. The whispers of the stars were all she had. It was the only reason Lillian had been able to stay strong despite the sudden change in . . . . everything.

    Lillian closed her eyes, breath slowing until it sounded like she was asleep. It was the easiest way to reach up back into the Dreamflow, tugging out strands of the energy which sustained her. In this way, she had fallen into a trance, only concentrated on bringing herself back on her feet. She had to make sure to conserve her energy the next time she fought. The girl knew she would only be a burden to everyone and herself in this state.

    Noises echoed from the world outside her mind but she paid it no heed. The voices probably wouldn't even process in her mind anyway so listening was a useless endeavor. What she needed was to get back on track. The strain of losing her strength not once but twice was heavy, to say the least. She had not been expecting this outcome, she hadn't been expecting anything at all. That would teach her to be so reckless.

    Suddenly, she felt a change in the air. Lillan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, identifying the feeling to be the same as when Karmica made the scenery change by harnessing the power of the Dreamflow. Just what was going on? Reopening her eyes, Lillian blinked rapidly before turning her gaze onto the gathering before her. Everybody seemed to be directing hostile vibes toward Sekmet while the lioness herself was. . . smug? Lillian found she couldn't be sure. She didn't want to over analyze it but it looked like an argument had taken place. It would explain the small burn mark on one of the trees.

    Oh no. This was not good. In the small amount of time she had known her, Lillian knew Sekmet was very good at pushing all the right buttons for the wrong reasons. At this rate, it might be better for all of them not to even bother teaming up and instead, go their separate ways. Their team dynamics were just far too different. Or, at least, with Sekmet it was. Lillian found herself wishing she had the ability to restrain them. But that was almost asking for too much.

    It almost made her want to give up.

    But she wouldn't. She couldn't. It was funny just how many times she had had to mentally cheer herself up. It was so much easier when he-a spark of pain stabbed her in the eye but Lillian ignored it-when he was with her. He could always so easily lighten her mood with his jester-like antics. Pushing down the irritation that rose in her chest as Sekhmet continued to run her mouth-they really needed a silencing spell, really, they did-and righted herself.

    The girl sent a strained smile to their almost friend. "Thank you. We'll head there then," she said softly, feeling much better now. Carefully, Lillian looked over to the rest of the group. "Is everyone ready to leave?"
     
  20. Kip'yaia had been knocked away, but she had easily regained her composure, it seemed. With Kalum staring almost incredulously at the events and conversation as they unfolded, the Lupynn returned to his side, swishing her cobalt and white tail in a gesture of resigned indifference. She did, however, give Sekhmet a bored glare. "I do not believe it to be wise to downtalk the one who may let you go," She said plainly, hostility replaced with a more frigid edge. Then she gave a cold smile, almost condescending. "Oh, but perhaps you're right. Why should we trust one another? Or rather, why should we trust you?" Kip'yaia waved her forepaw in a very human-like gesture that made Kalum blink slightly. "But that is not of consequence, for now. I believe in redemption. But acting as you do now is not the first step on the way."

    Kalum stared at his partner, then shook his head. "Either way, we need to get moving. I doubt we're going to learn anything else by staying here." He looked at Sekhmet, then at Karmica. "I know we probably didn't make the best impression on you, but I think it might be easier to let Sekhmet go so we can just move on..." He muttered this next part, "... probably not the best idea to leave anyone behind for now.. safety in numb--"

    "Grow a backbone, Kalum," Kip'yaia sighed. The Shyrden Tyro looked at her with mild surprise. The expression on her face, one which almost asked what he was going to do about her comment, made him have to bite his tongue to prevent himself from telling her to shut up.
     

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