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The Vale Region / Re: Royal Escort: Argent Fortune (CLOSED)
« on: February 04, 2020, 08:19:19 AM »
While Rapid managed to duck under one shot as he pulled back his blades, the other struck him square in the chest, causing him to stagger. The following slash, however... doesn't connect. The man deftly deflects it with the blades on his fingertips, jumping back to give himself more room to move.

"What's the matter, Rapid? I thought you said you'd deal with her!" Ifu called out and laughed, having backed Fortune into a corner.

"Fighting's your thing, Ifu, so how about you deal with the target and fuckin' help already?" Rapid called back, flicking two more blades out on each hand and launching them towards Akel. Ifu, meanwhile, went for a wide cross-swing, intending to finally take Argent down...

Only for the white-haired man to duck under the attack and bring the bladed cane up, striking the faunus in the jaw. With a groan, Ifu stumbled back and had to go on the offensive as Fortune began to retaliate, swing after swing just like the bull had done against him before. That is, he did so to a point.

Ifu caught his cane between the two axes and pulled back, dragging it out of Fortune's hands and flinging it over the road. The bull then brought the butt of one of the axes back, striking Argent square in the face and launching him back against the wall.

"Eye for an eye, as they say, Fortune!" Ifu commented, stepping closer to the mogul with a weapon raised. It seemed that Argent was in deep shit after all.

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The Vale Region / Re: Royal Escort: Mordred (CLOSED)
« on: February 04, 2020, 08:02:12 AM »
Where the puddle once was now stood a person as androgynous as Juno's opponent above. Dressed in a form-fitting compression top, swim trunks, waterproof headband and bearing pixie-cut, cyan hair, they were, at the very least, a fair bit more attractive.

"Bloody 'ell. Figures killin' ya wankers wouldn't be that simple," they called out as their ally took place by their side, still swaying from one side to the other as he moved. His head was shaven, a lopsided grin on his face. He was dressed in a pair of torn jeans, a leather jacket and nothing else.

"Makes it all the better when they struggle!" he said, pulling a flask from their pocket. As he did so, however, a bullet sent it flying out of his hand. He looked over to Hart, a smoking gun aiming right at him.

"Ballsy move on Mask's part to send his personal bodyguard after me like this.Though I suppose he was never one for subtlety, But if that's the way he wants to play, I certainly don't mind."

A few seconds passed in a lull.

A gunshot from somewhere above acted as a starter pistol for the four fighters.

The puddle-fighter charged at Mordred with a clearly telegraphed punch. Mordred moved his arm to intercept the strike but as it was just moments away from connecting, his opponent's own arm turned to liquid. It passed through Mordred's and was aimed right at his jaw. But it seemed that their attack wouldn't get through that easily - it seemed that in an instant Mordred's other arm had moved up to block the punch. Mordred then used his opponent's confusion to retaliate with a quick jab, forcing his attacker back.

"Oi, cunt! I got no idea who ya are, but that just now was cheatin'!"

Mordred smirked. "I believe the proper term is 'being a better fighter'."


The other attacker, meanwhile, had produced another flask in one hand and what seemed to be a primitive steel club in the other. Hart fired three more times, the first shot missing his bobbing-and-weaving foe, the second blocked by his club and the third striking the flask, flung towards Hart.

In that instant, the air between them and the attacker himself was engulfed by bright orange flame. Hart seemed unfazed.

When the man lunged through the fire, seemingly paying no mind to them at all, the crimelord was more than prepared. He leaned back to avoid one swing from a (now flaming) club, ducking under the next and sending a bullet into the man's stomach from the hip. Though the shot connected, it seemed to leave the weapon open and it was soon struck from Hart's hand, leaving him with only one of his guns.

Continued swings from the assailant forced Hart back further until he managed to duck-and-roll around him. Another shot struck his opponent in the leg, staggering him.

"You're a coward, Hart!"

"And you're a dumb, ugly bastard. I know which one I prefer!"



Juno's stunt had earned him the time he needed. By the time his opponent had recovered, the locker was already hurdling their way. Rather than simply dodging it, they went for a different approach. The locker flew through what appeared to be a cloud of purple smoke, parting it, but it soon came back together - Juno's opponent standing there as they had been standing there before, grinning.

"Cute trick. I figured I recognized you from somewhere, boy," they commented, twirling their guns. "A shame I'll have to kill such a talented young fighter, truly. But if that's the choice you want to make, I won't argue it!"

With that, the woman raised her guns and fired a volley of shots at Juno, 6 in total. The shots were rather high-caliber and would do a fair bit of damage (7% each) if they connected. His opponent remained motionless as they fired, content on standing their ground and keeping their aim steady.

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The Vale Region / Re: Royal Escort: Argent Fortune (CLOSED)
« on: January 30, 2020, 06:37:10 AM »
Ifu/Rapid's combat theme: Monsta X - Hero

"Guess you could say I have an eye for detail, girl." Rapid responded with a smirk. He proceeded to go for a rather open attack: he flicked his hand back, the blades leaving the 'aura slots' on his fingers, though remained connected to them by thin wires, much like Akel might have predicted. He then brought one hand forward, sending three of the wired forth, - they were small and perhaps they wouldn't do that much damage, but as they drew closer from three different angles in the air, avoiding them all would be rather difficult.

Fortune, meanwhile, had followed his side-step by taking a better hold of his cane. He held the tip firmly and pressed down on it, sharp edges springing forth between his spread fingers perfectly. The man then flung the cane in the air and caught it at the middle, twirling it once before pointing it towards his faunus opponent.

Ifu whistled, pointing his own ax back at him. "Impressive! Showin' off doesn't do you any favors in combat, though!"

"Oh, sure. But it's fun, isn't it?" Argent responded.

The bull snorted and laughed. "I bet! Glad to see someone who knows what it's all about!"

He then charged his opponent again, though less recklessly. Argent managed to avoid the first swing, deflecting the next with his cane, retaliating with a jab which Ifu managed to parry with the first ax. It seemed the two were evenly matched, at least initially. Even so, the force behind Ifu's attacks was clearly pushing the mogul back. If they kept going, he'd find himself backed up against the wall soon enough.

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The Vale Region / Re: Royal Escort: Mordred (CLOSED)
« on: January 30, 2020, 06:35:41 AM »
Beneath them, Mordred read over the note passed to him by Hart before pocketing it. Hart then spoke up again.

"One more question, Royale."

"Go ahead, Hart."

"Did you follow our little agreement of bringing no weapons to this exchange?"

Mordred snickered. "Not exactly. You?"

"Of course not."

Fight theme/Hart's combat theme: Block B. - Very Good (Rough ver.)

Barely a moment passed before a pale hand lurched out from a puddle by Mordred's feet, but as it grabbed for his leg it had already moved and responded with a kick, though it was only met with a splash of water. As the puddle rapidly retreated and began to grow into the shape of a person, Hart turned on his heel, pulling a pair of handguns from his jacket and firing thrice at the figure on the rooftop on the opposite side of the road, but the figure had already dropped down. Mordred, meanwhile, had produced a pair of ornate daggers and taken a fighting stance.

"I wonder which one of us was tailed?" Hart pondered aloud as he raised his guns, aiming one at each assailant.

"Both of us," Mordred answered matter-of-factly. "But I have some good news about that on my end."



The person before Juno laughed, sharply and loudly. "That so? Well, my employer doesn't exactly mind collateral. Encourages it, really.  So if you want to stick around 'for the view', I can certainly give you plenty to see tonight, boy."

It was then that the two would hear gunfire from below as Mordred and Hart had been attacked. They laughed again. "Oh, but it seems the show's begun without me! If you're staying out of the way, then I'll just...."

Beep beep.

'Understood. If that's the case, make sure Mordred is safe. He can handle himself, but can get a bit cocky. I've already forwarded what you've told me to Marvin. Stay safe.'

"What, texting at a time like this? Kids these days, serious... Oh, fucker!"

They raise their guns towards Juno but it's at this point that Juno's locker would crash onto the roof between them. As his opponent reels back to cover themselves from the dust and debris, Juno might just find himself the opportunity to collect his gear.


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The Vale Region / Re: Royal Escort: Argent Fortune (CLOSED)
« on: January 27, 2020, 12:29:18 PM »
Fortune adjusts the wire on his earphones to make sure it's neatly tucked behind his collar and out of the way. As he does this, both of the imminent attackers are just about upon him. Any moment now, they would begin their assault.

That is, before the poor sod clinging to the wall is harshly flung off the wall with force and slammed into the ground below with a yelp and a long, drawn-out groan. Argent looks over at the man and clicks his tongue.

"Perhaps I'm getting some reinforcements early. How nice." Argent commented as the other attacker landed on the other side of him, straight from the roof, two smaller but still thick and heavy axes in his hands. The man was massive, dressed in all white save for a white, gold and black vest over his chest. His hair was just as white and reached below his neck, two sizable horns sticking out at the top. He let out a hearty laugh.

"Come on now, Rapid! Taken by surprise so easily! You should always be ready for an attack!" the faunus called out to his ally, currently staggering back up and stretching out the small of his back.

"Ah, sod off, Ifu! Nobody said Fortune'd have backup!" the man grumbled and looked up at Akel, rolling his neck. He was about thirty, his frame wiry and his features sharp. His eyes were narrow, seemingly flickering golden pupils staring up at her. He was dressed more casually than his comrade, with urban camo cargo pants and a tank top, his hair cut down to a buzzcut.

'Rapid' flicked his hands to the sides, what appeared to be simple metal bracelets around his wrists sending out small, sharp blades caught by orbs of aura at his finger tips. "You take Fortune, I'll deal with the bat here!"

"We had a meeting about this, Rapid. Racial sensitivity!"

"...Girl with bat-like features."

"Better!" Ifu called out before charging at Fortune with a roar, the man swiftly sidestepping and taking a defensive stance, though not a perfect one. Rapid, meanwhile, continued  to stare up at Akel as if evaluating her and awaiting her next move.

It seemed the battle had begun.

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The Vale Region / Re: Royal Escort: Mordred (CLOSED)
« on: January 27, 2020, 11:46:42 AM »
Juno would arrive in time to see the other man give a sort of half-shrug, placing his hands in his pockets. "And that's the gist of it, Royale. Someone's tryin' to mess with the balance of power around here, and let me tell ya, the rest of of aren't all too happy with it either. I don't think it's explicitly coming from... Our side of the business, so to speak. In fact, I'm sure you're just as well aware as I am that it's someone in your ring messing with things."

Mordred nodded. "We know as much, yes. Marvin's been trying to figure out who's behind all that, but I'm going at it from a different angle. Whoever is behind all this has an 'in'. Someone got them and Whitaker, and whoever else in our organization might be involved, into your territory, set them up with the contacts they needed and so forth. And it had to be someone powerful."

The man seems to ponder this for a moment. "And that someone could be able to tell you who it is you're after?"

Mordred is the one to shrug this time. "Perhaps. Dealing with them with be a step in the right direction, at least.

"In that case, I might have good news for you." The man digs through his pockets and produces a folded piece of paper, handing it to Mordred. "Pig Mask's whole group changes sites on the regular to avoid getting caught, but a little birdie in his inner circle's let me know where they'll be staying next week. If you wish to contact them, one way or another, that would be the time - and if anyone would choose to mess with the order of things, it'd be him. Bourbon, well... He'll be easier to speak with, but I doubt he'll have all that much to tell you. Visiting him shouldn't be too troublesome, he has a deal similar to my own with the authorities. There are certain... conditions, for meeting him, though. I've jotted them down."

While this exchange happens below him, Juno would likely notice something. A figure now broods on the roof of the building opposite from him, their features by shadows - but they are rather tall and broad-shouldered, and seem to be swaying oddly from side-to-side. He'd also sense a presence behind himself, and upon looking back he'd see someone standing on the opposite end of the roof, now stepping closer.

They looked... strange. Their appearance was generally androgynous, their purple hair long and curly on one side and shaved off completely on the other; their bright pink eyes seemed almost psychotic and the grin on their face was much the same; their outfit consisted of something akin to a purple suit vest and pants, a white undershirt beneath the vest. They twirled a pair of large handguns in their hands, cackling quietly.

Close enough that their whisper could be heard, they finally speak up: "I don't really care for eavesdropping punks, but you're not my target tonight. Keep quiet, stay out of my way, fuck off and I won't have to kill you. Sound good?"

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The Vale Region / Re: Royal Escort: Mordred (CLOSED)
« on: January 21, 2020, 06:57:42 AM »
'Roger that, Juno. I don't want to believe Mordred's up to no good, but if he's wandering around that part of town, that might just be the case. Continue observing him for now.' Silica responds to Juno's message.

Mordred continues on his walk for a while longer before stopping at a corner. He lets out a breath which turns to vapor in front of his face and leans against the wall, checking the time on his scroll. Somewhere nearby both he and Juno would hear a car's engine draw closer, eventually stopping however. Mordred perks up at this, turning to face the corner with his arms crossed.

A couple of minutes pass before another figure rounds the corner - about the same age as Mordred himself, though a bit shorter and less broad-shouldered. The man was dressed in a suit with a tie loosely hanging around his neck, matching the color of his dark hair. Notably, one of his eyes bore an eyepatch. He grinned at the sight of Mordred.

Juno would likely have to get closer to hear the two converse - there were plenty of alleyways and back entrances, as well as relatively low rooftops all around, however. If he decided to go for it, he'd have plenty of options to choose from.

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The Vale Region / Re: Royal Escort: Argent Fortune (CLOSED)
« on: January 16, 2020, 06:45:37 AM »
Argent continued his leisurely walk until he suddenly came to a stop. He seemed to check the scroll in his pocket, appearing to do no more than change the song playing in his earphones. He did, however, then speak aloud - Akel would likely hear him, too.

"Three of you. I doubt Marvin would have gone so overboard."

Akel would then also likely notice the other two. With the night as silent and the streets as empty as they were, it would have been hard not to. One of them, a slim figure dressed in a cloak, seemed to be trailing not too far behind Argent, clinging to the walls of the buildings above him, aura lighting up wherever they touched the walls with their fingers. The other figure, much more massive and openly carrying a massive battle-ax on their back, made their approach by jumping from rooftop to rooftop. At the pace they were going, they would reach Fortune in at most a minute.

And yet the man stood where he was. He started humming along to the tune in his ears, adjusting his earbuds and sunglasses to accommodate each other better as he twirled the cane in his hand. For someone who apparently believed he was about to face three attackers, he seemed rather relaxed.

The scroll in Akel's hands lit up with a message from Silica:

'What's the situation? We just got report that some of Argent's security forces just set out towards your location, ETA about 20 minutes or so.'

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The Vale Region / Royal Escort: Argent Fortune (CLOSED)
« on: January 14, 2020, 12:05:50 PM »
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
Click.


"Fortune here. Talk to me." Beeeeeep.

"Argent, this is Marvin. I've been trying to get a hold of you for days now. You're well aware of the situation we're currently dealing with, and I'm going to need your cooperation. Contact me the first chance you get. And for the love of the gods, don't do anything stupid."



Argent Fortune was the CEO of Fortune Enterprise before the company merged with the Royale's. He's a major player in the organization and was one of the few people who knew about Whitaker's dealings along with Marvin himself. He's highly influential, and if anyone in the organization would pose a threat to the Royales, it would be him.

Fortune recently ceased communication with Marvin, relegating his duties to his secretary in his absence. We have, however, managed to track him down and sent his location to your scroll. Observe him and report anything strange or notable back to me. Avoid being found out and consider him a threat until we can determine whether he is the mole.

Stay safe, Akeldama.

 - Silica



Argent Fortune had chosen to stay in a 4-star hotel in the center of Vale under a fake name - 'Gradient Glow' - and had seldom left his room save for making the occasional trip to the store. After an exceedingly uneventful day, however, he stepped out from the hotel, cane in hand and sunglasses over his eyes. Fortune was around 30, and rather handsome, his cheekbones defined and his silver hair cut short. He knew how to dress, too - a bright white suit with matching pants, dress shoes, golden tie and metallic cuff links. He carried himself with confidence, every one of his motions seemingly made to look as impressive as it could be.

Humming to himself, he took out some earphones from his suit's pocket and placed them in his ears. From there he began to leisurely walk around town. The streets began to empty out as he did, and soon he found himself the only one walking the streets as late as it was.

Of course, just because nobody else could be seen, it didn't mean nobody was there.

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The Vale Region / Royal Escort: Mordred (CLOSED)
« on: January 14, 2020, 07:36:47 AM »
The clock kept ticking on the wall, the room otherwise silent. Mordred slowly paced from one side to the other, then back, rubbing his eyes. Marvin watched him from behind his desk, Beige resting against the windowsill with her arms crossed over her stomach and her gaze averted.

“Could you sit down, Mordred? You’re going to give me a migraine like that.” Marvin finally spoke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Sorry, bro, but I think being a little bit on edge is justified,” the man responded. “We have a mole in our company. Said mole knew everything about our plans that night, and has been funneling cash into a massive criminal enterprise. Whitaker is still out and about, and with every day it becomes more likely our company - our family will be framed as crooks.”

“...I understand that, but…”

“You already have something planned, right?” Mordred said, finally stopping and rolling his shoulders. “I’m guessing you already have some suspects.”

Marvin simply nodded.

“Right. And I’m guessing I’m among them.” He crossed his arms at Marvin and shook his head as he saw his brother about to speak up. “No need to say it, bro, I get it. Few people knew about our mission that night. I was one of them.”

Mordred then turned on his heal, raising a hand in a half-hearted wave. “Just do whatever you gotta do to figure this shit out.”

And with that, he was gone.



The room fell silent once more. It was Beige who spoke up next.

“...Mordred isn’t the only option, is he?” she asked.

Marvin shook his head. “There are two others, discounting the two of us and Silica. Mordred was the only one who knew the details of our plan, but two others knew that we were beginning to investigate those shady dealings. Fortune is one of them.”

Beige grimaced. “I’ve always hated that man. He’s a self-serving bastard, and would stop at nothing to gain power. You should never have gotten involved with him. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was the one behind all of this.”

Marvin leaned back in his seat, tapping his desk. “It would surprise me, however. He’s still a valid suspect, but he’s not an idiot. If word gets out that the Royale Foundation is taking part in these underground dealings, right after a merger with Fortune Enterprise, his own reputation would be ruined. That’s not to say we should discount him - just that if he’s behind all this, he’s already planned much further ahead than I could myself. I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Beige nodded. “And the other suspect?”

“...Trunce.”

Beige blinked, then let out an awkward laugh. “Elivian? You’re joking.”

Marvin shook his head again. “I’m entirely serious. He knew about my intentions to investigate this whole thing. I don’t believe he’s an intentional mole, if he is - but he’s hopelessly naive. It’s entirely believable someone is leading him along.”

After a lull, Beige spoke again. “So, what now?”

“Now… We make some arrangements.”




The Royales had been far more discrete this time around. No posters, no series of interviews. The process was instead painfully simple - if a trusted huntsman-in-training happened to be looking for a job, Silica would approach them with an offer.
Solid pay, a simple task, one request.

Keep it all a secret.

These missions were assigned to huntsmen in training rather than any of Royale's own men, as there was no way to tell who was and wasn't in on the shady dealings the Royale Foundation had found itself a part of. With Mordred and Fortune having their own web of connections among professional huntsmen in Vale, students became the only option for Marvin. It was a risky move, and yet it was the only move he could make.



Mordred Royale. Marvin Royale's brother and former teammate, still a close associate to the Royale Foundation and an active huntsman. Quite well-known at that - renowned for his skill with a blade, especially against other fighters despite never taking part in any official contest.

Mordred was the one who led the team on the previous mission and was the only person besides Marvin to have access to every detail regarding it. This has made him a prime suspect for being the mole within the Royale Foundation.

Mordred already know he's a suspect and has supposedly begun his own investigation. You'll have to keep an eye on him until further notice and report anything strange back to me.

Good luck, Juno.

 - Silica



Mordred had left his home that evening at 8:15 PM. He had dug through his pockets, produced a stick of gum, and checked the messages on his scroll. He had then started walking.

He kept walking until he found himself in, quite possibly, the shadiest part of town. It was well past 9 PM now, and the streetlights had replaced the last rays of sunlight. The streets stood empty with the exception of a few vagrants wandering about, most of them faunus. Mordred seemed to pay them no mind at all, passing by the serious of alleyways and rundown apartment complexes without so much as a glance towards them.

It was clear that he was heading somewhere with a purpose, but it remained unclear what that was. How Juno went about trailing him was at his discretion - so long as he could remain unseen.

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The Vale Region / Re: [CLOSED]Pecking Order
« on: November 12, 2019, 07:12:31 AM »
Tiber was glad when he realized that the woman appeared to be gone. He slowed his pace to take a deep breath - at least that was over with.

Three. Two. One.

And there she was again. The boy side-eyed her as she pulled him into a side-hug, then looked dead ahead with no response. By now, most people would have already found him rather uninteresting and fucked off, so why didn't this chick? And what did she even want to do?

He huffed and freed himself from her grasp, turning on his heel and crossing his arms. Staring at the woman in discontent, he arched a brow and tapped his foot impatiently.

If she actually wanted to do something, he could oblige for a little while - at least to get her off his back.

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Collaboration Event / Re: Writing Thread
« on: October 02, 2019, 11:23:07 AM »
Trampled Tulip
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Link to the submission on GDocs

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Beacon Academy / Re: Meet and Beat [Team CASA][Closed]
« on: September 19, 2019, 08:45:29 AM »
Nut's main concern would be the big ole ax and tall ole girl flying towards him. He brings up O.T.N. and parries her initial strike without breaking a sweat. Sure, there's solid force behind the swing, but in its long sword form he can keep his sword up against worse. Nothing a great fighter like Coconut can't handle -

He then takes the head stock to the bottom of his jaw and stumbles back. Alright, yea, he wasn't expecting that. Nut rubs his chin, grinning,

"Y-you're pretty good," he says. She is quick, so switching to sword sword form would help him keep up, and yet he couldn't afford to give up any leverage against an ax like that. His thought process is further disrupted as he hears a sharp whistle, followed by a slash of aura whizzing by him. He blinks and looks towards Prism.

She was clearly trying to distract the girl. Get him to strike at her while she wasn't paying attention... But that didn't feel right. Coconut wasn't one for underhanded tricks, and certainly not against his own teammates. He was about force, and if Azure could take that force and dish out her own, so be it. Instead, he readied his blade again.

"That alone won't be enough to break my aura, though. Or Prism's!" he shouted out. He was hoping she'd target him again. He had a 'plan' - as much planning he could do, at least.

Coco's Battle Stats:
  Stamina: [█████████-] 95%
  Aura: [█████████-] 97%

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The Vale Region / Re: [CLOSED]Pecking Order
« on: August 06, 2019, 08:23:59 AM »
Ah, fuck.

Tiber's gaze glides to the side as he attempts to figure out a way to get the woman off his back. She picked up on his 'lisp' quite quickly, so he didn't want to speak much lest he reveal more. So, he responded with another shrug as he turned around to simply walk out of the range and out of the shop, nodding to the shopkeeper as Tiber passed him.

The bird faunus didn't even check if the woman was following him. He figured she was. He stopped in front of the shop and looked around - well, shit, he didn't actually have any other plans for that day. He hadn't moved to Beacon just yet and he sure as hell wasn't going to head back home with this chick on his trail.

As such, he chose to do what any logical person would.

He hauled ass down the street, hoping to hell he could just outpace her. It was worth a shot, at least.

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The Vale Region / Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« on: July 17, 2019, 02:36:14 AM »
Sark placed his blade in front of himself, slightly blocking the aura slash, though it still sliced at his sides. Gritting his teeth, he still stood his ground. As Akel went for her stab, the redhead side-stepped and brought his blade to meet her's, deflecting it. "You're a goddamn kid in over your head, and an ugly one at that," Sark spits out, going for a kick to Akel's back, hoping to use her own momentum against her. Though his first attack seemed reckless, he seems to have taken a turn for being a lot more calculated.

As he does this, however, Akel would hear something over the crowd - something that makes the arena rumble. A roar, or the whirring of machinery, perhaps?



Hart watched as Rachel and Mordred headed off, a smirk playing on his lips. He turned towards the woman next to him and whispered something, before returning to watching the fight before them.

Mordred followed Rachel and nodded as she spoke. "I have a suspicion he knew what was going on before we did. I haven't gotten a response from Prism, but I have warned her - all we can do is wait, I'm afraid. Can't leave without her and... 'Alter' over there," he says as he gestures towards the arena.

It's then that you hear something coming from the general direction of the arena. A load, roaring sound - what on earth could that be?



Prism would step out from under the desk and find herself face-to-face with a man whose age is a bit hard to tell - dressed in a turban and tunic, a red feather in said turban and his arms and legs adorned with golden bangles, his features sharp and eyes seemingly accentuated by red eyeliner, he's... odd. Two metal hoops rest on top of his wrists, attached to fingerless metal gauntlets. Looks much like the arm you saw grabbing the guard through the floor. At his feet lays an unconscious man, white-haired and dressed in a matching white suit.

"Assistance, courtesy of Kepler Hart. My own name isn't important," the man says as he gestures for Prism to follow him as he heads out the door. Once she does, he turns to her once again. "I hope you have gathered all you need. The sooner you get out, the better."

As he says this, however, you would spot someone rounding the corner at the end of the hall you had arrived from. It's the long-haired, scantily-clad and pouch-covered woman you saw with the pig mask guy in the lobby. If you were to look behind, you'd spot a small group of guards armed with automatic rifles rounding the other corner and heading your way from the other side.

"Though it does not seem like an option just yet. I can only assume you can fight, young lady. I'll let you take your pick, and help you once I've dealt with the other threat," the man says rather matter-of-factly, throwing his arms out to the sides as the sharpened hoops on his arms began to whir.

Yep. Didn't seem like this would end as neatly as one would have hoped.

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