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Sagitta finally manged to tie a knot around the oar and looked over her shoulder to Tion. He had been screamed loudly, his voice full of panic and she found him clinging to the mast his rapier in hand. She continued to hold on to the rail while she tried to sort herself, decide what to do now, when a wave hit the side of their boat andwould have flung her into the ocean if not for her rope. Her hands slipped of the wet rail and for a moment she was flying, tethered only by the rope and then hit the deck at a painful angle. Above her lightning split the sky, casting them in a pale light, only to be followed by thunder that appeared to shake the world. "Tion!" she screamed his name, her voice immediatly drowned out, barely hearable by her own ears. She discarded him, knew he wouldn't be of any use if he panicked and instead set her eyes on the rudder. Move the tip of your boat so that if faces the waves. It had worked on a lake, and even if it didn't work here - she had to try. Slowly she crawled over to the rudder, the slippery surface of the making it hard to go where she wanted to. Her arms protested after a short while, when she used the rail to move to the back of the ship, but she finally managed to close her hands around the rudder. Pushing against it, she slowly, very slowly managed to turn the boat until it's stern roughly pointed in the direction the waves came from. The shaking of the boat subsided a little, turned more into an up and down, that was scary enough given the height of the waves. She reached out for the rail nearby and using her instinct broke a piece off. Then she blocked the rudder, knew she wouldn't be able to steer the ship through the storm on her own. Not given her current shape and the way her fingers had trouble holding on to anything without support from her instinct. Wait it out. There wasn't anything else they could do.

The allomancer ended up close to them, too close for her own liking. She prefered if people she didn't know kept their distance, especially if they were behaving erratically. Signaling Brashen to keep his eyes on the Van she turned her head and looked the man over again, noted the way he breathed, how his eyes moved around. Stressed, very stressed. Something about this celebration had left him in very bad shape. A bitter taste rose in her mouth when she remembered how she had ended up in the bathroom, hugging her knees to her chest, staring at a lone candleflame, staring and staring while sweat ran down her body, while she was breathing so hard and so quickly that she had trouble to get any air into her lungs at all. It had taken Max to pick her up from the floor, blow out the candle and hold her until she had calmed down again. She was no specialist in these things, had no idea if what was going on inside the man's head was the same direction or if he'd taken some drugs, maybe even mixed them with alcohol. Anything was possible she silently echoed Eiran's thoughts and then turned back to the Van. One thing after the other. Once that car sped up again, maybe they could head over and talk to the stranger, see if he needed medical care of if a quiet space would be enough to set him right again. He was certainly buying himself time, sitting inside of his Cadmium Bubble like this, making the world rush past, the night speed by. The Van. He was sitting on the ground, staring at some kind of card, there were no signs of interaction between him and the Van. And yet, Althea pursed his lips in thought when she realized that she was missing a small detail. He wasn't showing any particular interested in the Van, in contract he ignored everything around him, completely focused on what he held in his hands. Keep and eye on him. She decided and signaled Brashen to do this. Chances were high he was just another of those drunk ones that stumbled around everywhere.

I've got a character, too that will end up in a tavern sooner or later. Mostly because they definitely won't go to the party. Edit: thinking about it, having Althea face another Radiant could be interesting. She's not his main 'target group' so nobody needs to end up dying, and I haven't written a good fight in a while. Lot's of potential there, but then she has a tendency to talk things through and aim for a peaceful solution, so I'm not entirely sure if it can work, especially not with everybody else around. Most likely she'll just stand back. ================== Would you be up for having Mike meet Aylitha? Her erasing his memories again and all that? @kenod

@Ashbringer If you don't want to introduce Tyrian in the masquarade thread you can always use another one, like a bar or one of the others. I know at the moment we don't have too many active ones, just wanted to point out that the possibility exists.

Althea nodded thoughtfully, considered his words carefully. He knew that a person was in there, knew it without any hint that was obvious to her. Fascinating. Maybe she could get him to trust her enough to tell her about his abilities. To learn how he was able to do that, the borders, the possibilities. She found herself taking mental notes of his words and his knowledge. He was talking about seeing. A prophet of some sorts? Able to see different time lines and occurences and sort through them, decide which ones were most likely to happen. "I doubt you are useless." she disagreed, kept her voice soft to prevent it from carrying far. "Who knows, maybe we would have missed the Van, if you hadn't pointed it out. Helping is about more than just swinging a sword around and shouting loud curses." her hands made a sweeping gesture towards her body, indicating that she wasn't wearing any kind of weapon either. Not that it really mattered as she could summon Brashen, but even if she did, she had no clue how to wield him properly. Without a trained fighter by her side, without Max taking over that part she felt nearly helpless. It had been a long time since she had stepped up to a potential confrontation without him by her side. "Should this somehow end in an open fight, my priorities are to get the crowd out of their way. If this really is an organized jailbreak, then I'm not sure if I can do something against them either." She could always soulcast them into statues, especially if they weren't highly invested or carrying aluminum on their bodies, but the boy didn't need to know that. "But yes, it is strange that the car goes so slowly, nearly inviting someone to give it a try. Maybe the prisoner's friends were able to bribe the driver, or they are in on the plot." She shifted her weight to her other foot and continued to observe their surroundings. For now everything was quiet. "Or maybe, nothing will happen." she added after a while, mostly to make sure they didn't forget that possibility. She doubted it, not with the confirmation that he had seen something that was important enough to adress it loudly.

Gladly! Reval looks good, but could you please specify the handiwork and scholarship parts? Which field he studied, what craft he's adapt with? @I think I am here.

"What?" Sagitta turned her head towards him, snapped out of her reverie. She followed his example and set down her oar as well, when she understood what he was trying to do. Prepare for the storm. Scrambling to her feet she turned her head, relieved that they had managed to get some distance between them and the shore. Intensity was standing there, glaring in their direction and she imagined she could feel his fury even at the distance. Rain started to pour down from the sky, light at first but quickly getting stronger. She shoved the two saddlebags containing her armour down into the semi circle and then grabbed a long piece of rope from her bag, before pushing it down as well. Cutting a piece off, she used it to tie both sides of her oar to a cleat, before hurrying over to the one Tion had used. The ship was starting to rock harder, and she lost her footing half way, face and hands already wet by the sea. Her body hit the central mast with a dark noise and she groaned, use the moment to tie the rope around it as well. She aimed to half it, but ended up with a longer side and a shorter one. Drawing her knife again she cut off a piece of the longer part and then threw the rest over to Tion "Catch!" she called out and hastened to wrap the other half of it around her waist. Far from comfortable, but if it stopped her from ending up in the ocean it was worth the bruises. Going down on her knees she first made sure her knife was savely stowed, and then crawled over to the other side. The ship lurched again and for one moment she feared they might topple over, but it simply settled down again. "Never, never ever again." she swore herself when she finally reached Tion's oar and started to secure it as well, clinging to the rail while she did so. From afar she could hear the rumbling sound of thunder and the wind picked up. A storm. Lifting her head to the sky she uttered the first words of a prayer and then fell silent, looking back to the beach. He was standing there and he had tried to trap them, to imprison them. He was watching while those that served him drowned in the water. She most certainly wouldn't pray to him. Pride shone in her eyes when she lifted her hand and flicked the god a rude gesture. Let him rot on his island, far away from those he might harm.

I took a look at Itiah's feedback, and then read through your additional explanation. That definitely covers the 10 points he was above the point cap. Character approved!

============ "When it needs to be done." she replied with a slight shrug. "It's not what I do for a living, if that's what you're aiming for." she added when she realized that her reply sounded unfriendly. "You could say, that I have a hard time to stand by and watch bad things happen. If I feel like there is something I can do, then I stand up and act, instead of lean back in my chair and watch chaos envelope the city." She didn't look at him, instead kept her attention at the Van and those close to it. He had given his sweet away to a child and she had slowed her steps a little to allow him to catch up easily afterwards. Wrapping her remaining strawberries in an handkerchief she carefully stowed them in her bag, her fingers brushing over the little bag with spheres she kept there as well, directly next to her sunglasses and the ever present sunscreen. Brashen returned and settled on her shoulder again. "There's a prisoner inside." he whispered into her ear, "sounds like fighting." She gave a slight, barely visible nod and inhaled some stormlight. No enough to make her skin glow, just a little to have it ready should she need it. Looking around she noticed another man, a distressed look on his face, heading in the Van's direction. He was moving at the same pace as those around him, but his movements were off, not those of a leisurely walk, but rather of brisk steps. Cadmium, maybe. His eyes weren't on the Van and he didn't seem to noticethe vehicle, seemed to be preoccupied with himself and his thoughts. She had seen him before, talking to some of the other on the place - why he left, idle speculation that wouldn't help her cause at all. "You were right." she adressed Eiran again. "See how thick the Van's sides are? Definitely reinforged to transport dangerous goods or people." And the festival was the best moment to break someone out. Everybody was wearing masks, people were already starting to stagger drunkenly around. Hard to find the culprits and even harder to judge if anybody would try to break into the car. Slowly she walked closer, still keeping a few meters between herself and the Van. If neccessary she could elsecall there anytime, face whatever danger might come. For now she stayed close to Eiran. While she was able to heal from life threatening wounds, as long as she didn't know if he possessed some kind of investiture, she had to assume he could die as easily as most of those around them. @bees? =============== Music was drifting over to him when Mike kept to the darker streets and alleys, avoiding those lit by bright fires and full of dancing people. He'd snatched a sweet roll from one of the stalls, eating it quickly before someone else could take it out of his hands. The food soothed his stomach a little, and it only grumbled a little when he had finished. Better. Hopefully his hands would stop shaking soon as well, now that he had eaten some sugar. Shaking hands tended to get in his way when he tried to pick a lock or reach into someone's pocket. A group of teens passed him on the other side of the street, pointing and shooting his strange looks. Mike glared at them, pulled his hood a little higher, covering more of his face. A mask. He was close enough to the festivities that she should wear a mask. Changing course he passed one of the places and took a dark green scarf, that looked nearly black from a chair. He casually continued to walk, pretending nothing had happened, and quickly vanished into the shadow's again. Drawing a knife he cut two holes into it and then tied it behind the back of his head. Glancing into a window passed, he frowned at his own reflection. He now looked like a cheap imitation of a ninja, with his dark cloths, the tattered cloak and the black stripe covering his eyes. Add a sword to his back and he could have jumped out of a cheap movie. He paused when he heard laughter. A loud, self-confident one belonging to a woman, a quieter one, that sounded as if the laughing person was nearly afraid of their own joy. Turning around he saw nothing, only the cobbles shimmering in the light of the moon. Shimmering silver, just like a gun might do giving the right light. Laughter echoed over again, three, no four voices and he knew, knew with absolute certainty that he knew these voices. A gun and a ninja. The two words belonged together, just as he belonged to them, just as he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Longing filled his chest when he turned around his axis again, glanced up the buildings, looked for the source, for the place they had gathered. He should be there, should be with them, celebrating their latest successful - the thought slipped through his hands leaving nothing behind but a dark chasm. There was nobody he should be with, and as the laughter vanished, so did the certainty that he wasn't alone, that he had a place he belonged. Mike stared at himself in the window again. A ninja. As if he was a secret fighter, attacking out of the shadows. He was a lot of things, but not a ninja, a famed assassin. This was nothing but a cheap imitation of a costume. Abprubtly he turned away, left the window, the frail memory of something he had lost behind. This was no place for dreamers, for idle chit chat. Nobody would come by and offer him a hand, a place where he belonged. Nobody even knew he existed. Alleycity swallowed those like him, dragged them into it's warm embrace and then spat them out when there was nothing left to take.

That sounds good! I think the steelrunning would add a few more options for you to act, but as mentioned above, you don't really need it for the character to be whole. Maybe you could go with an acrobatics/ parcour skill instead. Can also be very useful in a battle, but with some creativity, you could also do some other things to advance the plot, that make him stand out even more. (just brainstorming here a little, if it doesn't fit your picture of him, then neglect it).

Let's start with: character approved! I really look forward to see them in the rp! And you're welcome, I don't mind looking at a character several times, especially when the discussion around them is constructive. Regarding your questions: In general, it would be great if, when you know what major changes the character will undergo, you contact a mod. If you exchange one power for another and he stays within the borders of our point limit, then basically you can do whatever you want to do. It's your character, and we most certainly don't insist they stay the same. But, and I'll be honest with you here, we don't have a good and general solution for character advancement yet. So far, if you have an approved character and want to add some kind of power (be it a spike, a skill they learned, another oath), then please contact a mod upfront and discuss the changes. Thankfully so far, the cases have been few, but especially for all KRs, where advancement is a central part of their character concept, we need a solution. It's something we know, but nothing we (refering to the community in general) were able to solve so far. At the moment, what we want to see prior to approving an additional power is, that a lot of rp happened around that one. Be it character development for a knight radiant, or a longer time of rp spend on training, spiking or whatever you come up with.

Althea continued to observe those in the place, watched them mingle, talk, or switch to others to converse. She found herself agreeing with Eiran's words, the longer she watched them, the more obvious it became that they were no threat. Pulling the strawberries back when he declined she bit another one off and then straightened. It was of no use. If someone wanted to harm everybody around, then there was only a slim chance she would be able to stop them. "That moving van, however, rubs me the wrong way." Eiran finished his explanation and she turned, followed his glance down the street to the van that was driving along the street. There was nothing weird about it, and she wasn't able to discern how many were sitting in there. Many streets were quiet now, with everybody being outside, but there were always those that provided the city with its neccessary infrastructure. She discreetedly moved her fingers on her left hand, send Brashen on his way over, to take a look, gather information she wasn't able to achieve from her own point of view. While he disappeared into some shadows she turned her focus back to the boy, took in his posture. Gut feeling he'd claimed, and gut feeling made her suspicious. He'd come here to help, he'd claimed, but he had never specified who exactly he was refering to. She tapped a tiny bit of stormlight, just enough to make her feel a little more alert while she considered him. So far his body language had been harmless. Lost, insecure, intimidated by the amount of people nearby. He hadn't opened his heart, but she'd never expected him to do so in the first place. But the way he spoke now, there was a sureness in his words, that contrasted his behaviour so far. There were only a few possibilities to explain his words and she quickly compiled them into a list for further evaluation. One. He tried to distract her from the group below. Two. He knew what was inside of the Van and either aimed to lure her into a trap or it really was something dangerous. Three. He had some kind of Investiture, contact person or technology providing him with additional information about the Van and what it contained, which lead to his conclusion. Four. He was a boy, alone in a strange city and was scared. She discarded option one and four after short consideration. If he hadn't thought her a complete idiot he would have known, that she saw that the group didn't consist of some kind of threat. And he didn't seem to be like the kind of person to be spooked by a random Van either. That meant, there was a high chance danger of some sorts had arrived. Either for herself or for those around them. Althea wasn't entirely sure why someone would target her, there were a whole ton of better targets in the city, but she couldn't quite rule the possibility out either. If only because of the enemies she possibly had created during her years around here. "Then we better take a look." she decided and started to walk down the few steps back to the street level. "Can't hurt to be cautious."

Sagitta pushed herself back up, head swimming body protesting the movement. Inwardly she screamed at herself to get her thoughts together and moved over to the oar. Dunking it into the water she pulled, realized that the water offered a strong resistance and that she was barely able to move it. With a groan she grabbed that feeling and mentally threw it away, far away, the oar moving lighter. It was still heavy, but like that she could manage. Splashes from behind them told her that their pursuers had reached the water and were swimming over to meet them. "I didn't swim in years." she replied honestly, "not after I nearly drowned after taking a close look at a jellyfish." She started to row, watched with a sliver of satisfaction, as their boat moved away from the pier and slowly started to drift out into deeper water. Her eyes darted upwards to the brewing storm and too tired to feel any fear she closed her eyes. "When that storm hits, we need to store everything, including the oars below. And then use the rudder to turn it, so that the waves hit our front, and not one of our sides." She remembered when she and some friends had rowed out onto some of the lakes around. Waves had always been a lot easier to catch from front than from their side. Dip oar into water, pull. "My father always said, that a sailing boat is near impossible to tip over." Lift it out, move it over. "Whenever he had to leave and travel to one of his trading partners, he always assured me, that sailing boats are the savest way to go." Dip it into water pull. "He spent so much time travelling- " she continued to speak, lost herself to the memory. It was easier to row when she didn't think about it, when she simply did, never quite letting go of her instinct. "Every time he was away, my mother would light a candle and pray for him to return save and sound." He had stopped when the war had started. Had joined the army and left all the trading business to his wife and daughter. She didn't even know if her mother had taken over the travelling of if her sister stayed behind on her own. She hadn't been home in years. Had been glad to leave them behind, to step into the adventure army, which turned first into a nightmare, then an obligation and in the end into something that simply was. "I miss them."

I honestly like the ideas a lot! He should end up well within borders and with the Sleepless and everything, he definitely is weird and something we never had before in the Alleyverse as well. Regarding the Empathy, I personally agree with Zinc, and if you are willing to maybe wait a little, see who you're writing with, maybe contact them if you're unsure, then you can make it work - if you want to. That doesn't negate what I wrote above, but if you know that it's a sensitive topic for some and treat it as that, then from my side you can do it. Or you just move it aside for now and maybe implement it in another character later on. @SingingMosaic @18th Shard ============= Moving here, to keep the character thread for submissions. @Ashbringer That sounds like a very good solution. A lot of damage when hit in the torso, but not immediate death. That gives the other person a chance to go on, injured, but still able to do something (depending on their bodily fitness). But yes, I agree it is more an assassination weapon, than something obvious. If we agree on it working like described in your quote above then, the weapon is fine for me and will end up around 45 points. The part about 'assassination weapon' made me think about it a little more. If it is one, depends on how you use it, I think. If the other person sees you aiming and shooting, then they are warned, and it's more of an straightout attack, than a secret assassination. If he hides (and I honestly can't see him doing that) and fires then, that changes the situation of course. That's how I understood it and it's why I upped the points I substracted for his oath, indicating that it's harder for him to keep it. Might have been a bit confusing, sorry. Okay, that case would place the spike at around 10 points. Sorry, I thought your comment meant it was more a cosmetic thing, and they are always possible of course.

And here's a new character of mine. It would be awesome if one of you two could take a look at her. @Voidus @I think I am here.

Sagitta didn't bother to reply instead she continued to run. If she were running for some muscle she would agree, but she wasn't. She was running to survive the day. A taste like iron spread in her mouth and she cursed under her breath, but didn't loosen her grip on her muscles. Get on the boat, then she could rest, recover. For now she had to run. Sweat dripped down her back in a steady stream and she was relieved when the trees opened up to a beach. Tion rushed ahead to the boat and she followed his order, went to the line securing the ship in its place. Her fingers shook when she stopped and suddenly her bags felt as if they were weighing a ton, her instinct gone as soon as she'd stopped moving. Her legs shook so badly, that she nearly fell down next to the pole and only barely managed to stabilize herself against it. Leaning forward, she rested her weight on the pole, cursed her own lack of control of her instinct and then forced her attention back to the knot. It had drawn tight over the time, looked complicated and she pulled it a little this way and that way, but nothing budged. Loud crashing noises snapped her out of her futile tries to loosen the rope and she looked up to see Intensity's followers clear the line of trees as well. They were slow, but the didn't appear to be tired, their slim, nearly frail bodies moving with a strength she hadn't noticed before. "Negation take you." she hissed at the knot and froze when she realized that the knot secured the rope in a loop. She could simply lift the loop of the pole and they were good to go. She pulled on the rope and for a moment nothing happened, then slowly, far too slowly the boat started to move her way, the rope not fully streched anymore. It was easy to lift it over the pole and she groaned when she forced her tired legs into motion again, over to the boat. The wodden pier creaked when the first of the horde stepped onto it, their eyes fixed on her while she stumbled along, rope clutched in her hands. She flung up her bags first, needed to get their weight of their shoulders and then jumped up to reach the rail. Her hands missed it by a lot and she landed on her feet again, stumbling forward and only with a lot of luck catching herself against the hull of the boat. She knew they were coming closer, far too close for her taste, but she calmed her toughts and concentrated. It was nothing but a single jump. Bending her knees she put everything she had into that last movement, her instinct waking up again and easily carrying her up high enough to end up hanging over the rail, legs in the air, hands on the wodden deck in front of her. with a groan she dragged herself up, rolled over and ended up lying on her back, breathing. "What now?" she asked after several heartbeats and turned her head towards Tion.

@SingingMosaic Sorry again, that it took me a bit. The start of Era 5 ate up a lot of my time and I really wanted to think him over. I think that it should be rather easy to transfer him to the AV, although Empathy will definitely need some discussion and clear rules how it might work. As usual, my comments below in green.

"I live here." she replied and made a vague guesture towards one of the outer parts of the city. "Not directly here, but close to the city. It's been my home for over thirty years now." She looked over at him, he seemed to be so young to move around, all on his own. The thought made her smile, but she hid it, bit into another strawberry. She had stepped into this city when she had been six. She could vividly remember how scared she had been at the cars, the devices everybody seemed to use. At the lights that turned on when you hit a little button. "I like the festival." she continued, not quite willing to disclose too much. The mask offered some privacy, but in the end, if he wanted to find her afterwards, it would be easy. "It's like a short period of chaos, of freedom. As if everybody let's go of their restraints and restrictions and does nothing but live for a while. Noting how he had stopped eating his cotton candy she turned her stick full of strawberries around and held it out to him, wordlessly asking if he wanted to pluck one of. "Usually we meet with friends, spend the evening together, but today I wanted to be some time in the streets before heading over. Take a look around. Just be here for a while." And keep her eyes open. She knew she hadn't quite answered his question, wondered if he would let the topic slide away. I am here because I always get a bad feeling as soon as people gather in this city sounded positively paranoid. "If you are interested in history, you might be interested to take a look at the Hall of Legends. Those that fought bravely in the Seven Day War have a statue there and a plaque detailing what they did." Looking down at the gathered TUBAist again she added quietly, more for herself and Brashen than for his eyes. "And I really hope there won't be any trouble." The city had enough of it, as it was. But at least now, two of them had walked back to the stall of the man selling swords. Most likely they were simply using the night to complain, and wouldn't act on it. Hopefully. TUBA was a calm guild, more occupied with their paperwork than with anything else but still. Unsatisfied members could lead to new guilds and new guilds easily lead to a conflict and a conflict easily lead to a war. "Paranoid." Brashen whispered into her ear, so quiet she could barely hear him and she lifted a hand, mimiked poking him. "You're jumping to conclusions." Althea couldn't help but agree with his words. She was jumping to conclusions. Better to observe and then, when she had some data come to an informed decision. And yet, there was this feeling in her stomach, nothing she could point at, nothing she knew how to describe, that told her, that something was about to go wrong. ===================== Zokora stood in front of the mirror, checking her cloths over again. She'd decided to go with a pair of boots that went up half of her calf. She likes their thicker soles, the silver claps and the cording on the front side. They went well with her short skirt and green-neon colored tight top and looked positively awesome with the black leather jacket she wore against the chill of the night. Yesterday, she had spent hours at a hair dresser's to get her dark hair braided into a reams of tiny little strands, that fell down all the way of her back. Turning around she admired her backside, the way it looked in the skirt and couldn't help but enjoy the way her bright top shone on her dark skin. She looked good, perfect. Nearly ready to head outside. She knew, she was late, many had started to celebrate hours ago, but she didn't care. She was alone for now, hoped to find Althea somewhere in the crowd, once her friend was satisfied nobody planned to blow anything up. It was the same every year and she just let her be, gave her the time she felt she needed to make sure she was safe, her family was safe. How effective it was to mingle with a crowd - Zokora shrugged the thought away. They all had their spleens. Turning her head towards a window she saw nothing but other buildings, and the slightly illuminated streets below. In her old flat, she had lived close to the top, had been able to see the center, the lights, sometimes if the wind was blowing the right direction, she had even been able to hear the laughter. Not that it mattered. After the building had been rebuilt she hadn't been able to afford her flat anymore, just as usual. When she stepped on the street, she turned left and on a whim decided to walk. She had time and the night was warm. It wasn't far, maybe half an hour and her shoes were more or less flat. Throwing her braids behind her shoulder she slung her handbag over her shoulder and checked if her knives were hidden well. That was her own lesson, learned as a child. Never go anywhere unarmed. In the best case, you had a knife at hand to open a package of cheese. In the worst case, you could fend of some thugs. @AonEne =====================

As before my comments in green It's definitely a lot clearer what you're aiming for and he looks definitly closer to our limit! I've got a quick question regarding the crossbow: if the bolts fly as if fired stright down, won't they land directly in front of his feet every single time? Or are you aiming at, that they don't fly balistically, but in a straight line away from him? And if it's the second one, is the reach larger than you would expect from a usual crossbow? How strong is the surge of Division that is applied on the target? Once I know that, I will come up with a rating for the weapon. Just that you can understand my thoughts. If it enables you, to basically 'one hit' other players, I am not sure if I can approve it in general. We know that Division is able to rip bodies apart, so if the effect is applied immediatly, you created a weapon, that others will have to evade (which is a little sad rp wise, because that's exactly what we're not aiming at). That's why I asked about how strong it is, how the bolts fly and all that.

"So far." Althea agreed, not noticing he was joking and walked up a few steps to a podest leading into an adjacent building. There was enough room for the two of them to lean comfortably on a balustrade and look out over the place. The TUBAist were grumbling nearby and she wondered who they were and if they're boss knew how they felt. She hadn't seen them before, so they were either desk jockeys, rarely leaving their headquarters, new members, or so high ranking that they didn't need to go outside. But no, high ranking members wouldn't act like that. "The city itself is amazing. That it's still standing but also the people who live here. Without them, it would be nothing but a soulless hole." Pensively she rested her forearms on the balustrade and looked out over the heads of those mingling below. "Sometimes I wonder why people still live here. Just look at them," she gestured over the crowd. "Some wear weapons, but most of them are simply citizens, regularly caught in a conflict they didn't even know it was coming." At least she had seen them coming. At least she wasn't helpless when something happened. Her bracelet rested warm and comfortable against her skin, her bag filled with some spheres. You never knew, better to have a backup source of power. "May I ask why are here?" She inquired. "If you don't want to reply it's perfectly fine. I don't want to pry."

"It's not." Althea lifted her stick full with strawberries to her mouth and bit a first one of, delighted at the way the slightly bitter dark chocolate blended with the sweetness of the strawberry. Sometimes your got them with strawberries that tasted only like water, and they were a waste of money. But this one, this one was good. "There aren't any matters I have to take care of, nor do I have anybody waiting for me." she had decided to head out alone first, to be able to get a feeling for the city, for the people. To understand and know again why she had fought for them. Maybe she would meet with Max later, join some of their old friends and celebrate the evening. But sometimes, sometimes she needed her distance, a few moments for herself, where nobody expected anything. "I wanted to see them, you know?" she added while she started to lead him through the crowd, over to the left corner. A group of TUBA members had gathered, talking, and when she lifted her hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face, she knew Brashen would understand and keep an eye on them. See if they ended up a larger group, one that maybe wasn't too peaceful towards other guilds. She didn't consider them a huge threat, not those belonging to TUBA, but she lacked information to really judge them, so she decided to be safe. "Those living in this city, those that survived the fight against Plasmacore." It had been a while, over half a year now, but the memories of the day, or maybe days they had spent fighting, of the buildings burning down, her fear for her family. It had settled nicely next to the day she had followed Sephtis into a burning city to test out a theory about his weakness. A shadow crossed her eyes at her thoughts, barely visible in the dim, flickering light of this night. So she would keep her eyes open. Try to find those that looked for trouble and attempt stop them before they became trouble.

Althea's eyes moved over the crowd, noticed a man selling swords, even handing one to a child, barely able to walk. Her brows furrowed when the sight of it alone was enough to make her skin crawl. If someone handed her children at that age a sword - she would have told where to put it. And soulcast it to wood. Or probably the other way round. She was about to walk over, get the sword out of the hands of the little boy, when someone else did it. Finishing her drink she allowed the crowd to carry her closer, watched as the young man turned away again, headed over to a stall selling cotton candy and buying himself some. He appeared to be a little lost, alone in the crowd and she looked him over, saw no weapons and decided to approach. He reminded her of Reval, the way he held himself, how he moved, they might be around the same age. "Good call." she greeting him, allowed her smile to widen in an attempt to appear unthreatening. "Handing weapons to children this small isn't healthy." For a moment she watched the pink cotton candy in his hand and then pushed a few chrysts over to the man behind the counter. "I'll take a portion of the chocolate covered strawberries." Here she was, instead of getting some real dinner first, she started with chocolate covered strawberries. Max would tease her endlessly, if he learned of it, but she shrugged the nagging though off that told her, that she should care for her figure and her teeth and chocolate was a lot of things, but not healthy. It was good for the soul, and sometimes, that weighed more than everything else. "There is a good spot, at the left corner of this place set a little higher. You have an awesome overview over the festivities here. I could show it to you?" @Silva

Zokora set down her pencil and read over her words again. They were good. She told herself. They worked like that. Not too assuming, not presuring, but hopefully showing enough interest. Her fingers tapped her device, when she contemplated to simply take a picture and send that one instead, but then she shook her head. No. It was better this way. A lot better. Her friend deseved a hand written letter and not a picture of one. "Mark." she called out to an Underling. "Make sure it's at TUBA's headquarter by tonight!" the Underling bowed deeply. "As you wish, Zokora." She folded the paper, put it in an envelope and then wrote Deteca, personally on it. She hoped nobody else would read it, but in the end it was nothing she could influence. As long as Deteca read it at one point. Got a small something for you. she texted her. It would be awesome if my messenger is allowed to deliver it to one of yours. So much for not texting. Still she smiled at herself, hoped that maybe Deteca would reply, or that they would meet. There was one night every year where a guild didn't matter. She watched Mark hurry off and concentrated on her work again. Soon. If things worked out, maybe they could have another drink soon. @AonEne

Mike walked through the streets, his hood drawn into his face. His eyes moved from left to right, noting those that moved past him and the ruins of the houses all around him. The city was celebrating. A bitter laugh escaped his lips, his stomach grumbling in agreement. There was nothing to celebrate. Nothing. Celebration was for rich people, for those dressed in finery, caring about nothing else but how they looked. It was for those who belonged to a guild, for those thinking themselves above everybody else. He continued to eye those around him, noted their scrawny faces, their ripped and dirty cloths. They lived here in the ruins left by a war years ago, by a war that happened before he had been born. Lifting a hand he wiped a drop out of his face, glad that he had managed to wash his hair and body before the water stopped running again. It had been a little dirty, but the feeling of water running over his body, cleaning away dirt and grime - it had made the little bit of dirt and rust easily worth it. His steps carried him over the muddy road, his pants and shoes dirty from the dust. He avoided those that lived here, knew that they had as little to eat as he had, knew that they had no money to spend. But there were others. Those in the rich quarters of the city, those that had gone to celebrate. Their homes were his target. Nothing but a few locks between him and some food, between him and a toilet - and he definitely would look for jewellery and maybe he would even find some money. Beneath the pillows, behind pictures, in drawers or in a closet. Most were astonishingly uncreative when it came to hiding things. Once he had even discovered a trap door beneath a carpet. To credit to man owning the house - he had nearly missed it. the trap was so cliché, he hadn't expected anything like that. Not outside of a movie. Drawing his cloak tighter around his body to ward of the evening chill Mike hurried on. Hopefully tonight would be a good night.

Sagitta adjusted her pace to Tion's, silently urging him on to go faster. Her breathing was calm and easy, her instinct strengthening each step she took, allowing her to run like this for hours. And she wasn't even wearing her armour. This wasn't training anymore, and she knew, her body was still weak, not even close to the level of fitness she used to have before. She disliked to rely on her instinct that much, to need it to propell herself forward and keep her breathing calm and easy. But right now, it was neccessary. And that was everything that counted. "It's not a ton." she told him leisurly while reducing the way the bags she carried herself pressed down on her. "It's about ten kilos. The whole set is around twenty. I can take it, if you want me to." Her feet hit the soft ground, the earth slowly moving back a little everytime she put her weight on it. She continued into the direction Tion had pointed, focused on her steps, avoiding the trees and the branches lying on the ground. She ignored the birds that flew up into the sky at their approach, didn't use any energy to swing at them like Tion had. It was a waste of time. None of the birds were really dangerous anyway. She kept her eyes open, tried to listen for dangers, to spot them in the twilight of the woods, but for now there was nothing. It didn't calm her suspicion, instead only left a feeling of dread in her stomach, one that grey with every passing step. A large barge. She had no idea how Tion planned to steer that one anywhere, to man it she had never set foot on a ship before. Problems for later. The thought vanished again and she moved her bags around a little, to make it more comfortable to carry one. One step after the other. They had to arrive at the beach first.