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The Stormfather

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  1. How old do people think I am? Just curious.
  2. Eventually, the construction site came into view, a large, three story housing unit begin put in, covering most of the block. At the moment, most of it was a pit, with large machines for excavating it out to put in a stronger foundation.
  3. 1151 aggressively punt small Pokémon to the moon
  4. Mark began walking in the direction of the construction site.
  5. "Tall, well over six feet. At least, by Adris' approximation. Around mid-thirties." Mark pauses, and pulls a small piece of paper out of his pocket. "Also... Adris wrote down 'beard like a man who don't care no more.' I have never been able to get him to learn good grammar consistently."
  6. "Let's move, then." Mark left through the door, downing a metal vial as he did. "Our best clue onto where they are so far is that one of them was wearing a uniform of this one construction company, Erith's Foundations. There's a site where the company's working fairly close to here, that we may be able to find something about these people. Or, we could go towards the Steele camp to look for tracks or something."
  7. @Ookla the Inspired Where are you in the arena?
  8. "It's... Hard to say. either we'll go in and find that it's a bunch of unorganized random people, who we probably just need to summon a Blade to get rid of, or we'll find some kind of command structure and... We might have to fight, might have to find where they run out of." "We'll probably be gone a few hours at most, and come back if we can't finish this quickly."
  9. I was trying to reread SA before WaT came out. Then I realized it was 8:00am the next day and I was done the series.
  10. "Kills Auton soldiers." "I... Well, there's a chance that could be true. I watched a bit of the game show, when everyone thought it was fake and that those people... you... weren't actually dying. Here... That guy in the gameshow, he could do some crazy things with that suit of his. Show me something.... Yeah, give me some proof that you are the guy in the gameshow and I'll.... Damn I don't know what I alone can do, but I'll try to help." They can't hear me, if you hadn't already guessed.
  11. "Who's responsible?" The officer asks, intrigued. He motions over to another officer near him, one bearing a sword.
  12. “Citizen, stay back. This could be dangerous, and start unexpectedly.”
  13. Well said. Cars, very similar to those of earth (Just using this as a comparison, I know none of your characters are from modern earth *I think*) with blaring horns drive in, and a few dozen officers in red uniforms leap out, bearing large, transparent shields, guns, and most oddly, a small squad with what looks to be swords. The blades are slightly curve, and they space themselves around the perimeter of police at the front, towards the building, as if they were a necessary part of the group. Civilians run screaming from the building, and the police begin to spread out as more of them show up, sectioning off a large area, around a kilometer squared with the center being the exploded building. A group, clearly for dealing with further bombs, dressed in something to the shape of old plate armor but made out of some kind of black, metallic substance, and slightly disformed to make better visibility and mobility, run into the building, bearing tools and gadgets, probably for bomb defusal.
  14. Maj yelps in fear as the water bears down on him, abandoning all caution and running for the center of the island. @Unintelligenius and your group you may be near Maj.
  15. Try not to kill too many police officers. They are good people, or at least, they try to be.
  16. Uh... Here we go... Screams of shock sound from the city as an explosive goes off, shattering glass from one of the taller buildings, one some thirty or forty stories. It was exploded midway up the building, and was clearly a big enough explosion to level a small home. Pieces of concrete tumble to the ground. That's... HIS building. Well, it used to be. This is... reckless. He's using this explosion, that he most likely set, to call the police here. The police will most likely establish a large perimeter around his building, and the area will probably cover the current building he uses and headquarters. Damn. He must have a LOT of cash, to be able to pull something like that. Jathenyr take the man, he's far to good at playing the economy.
  17. Mark sighs, and turns to walk out the door.
  18. "The police are... unhelpful...When it comes to that group. They haven't tried to arrest us for things we did before the fall of the capitol, but they haven't condoned our actions either. It doesn't help that I.... I..." Mark stops. "I was a m-" He stops again. "I was a murdurer." He shudders, and he feels his Spren encourage him. "That's... Kind of why I need some help. I'm not one for stealth, and it would be very helpful if a few of you could help me figure out what kind of power and weaponry they have."
  19. Maj looks apprehensively towards the setting sun. No Nightmaws last night... Can I do it again? He looks around for a tree suitable to climb, hoping that it'll let him be safe from the Nightmaws and the rising water.
  20. Mark shouts to get everyone's attention. "Everyone! I need some help, with something that a few of you may be opposed to." He pauses, looking around. "There is a group, of about a hundred, maybe a hundred fifty people who have been harassing and trying to kill the Steeles and the Rusted." "I know that they aren't the best of people, but they have been fighting for all of their lives. I need help, from some of you, hopefully all of you, so that we can finally be rid of those who wish us harm. Or, be rid of most of them. We've tried to figure out where they're stationed, and we are increasingly certain that they are an organized, also though too well, group." Mark lifted one hand high above his head. "I refuse to let those who fought for me die. And you shouldn't either." A blade forms in his hand, just short enough so that it didn't hit the ceiling, and he spun dramatically to walk out the door. "Anyone who's going to help, follow me."
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