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Post by Alma on Jan 27, 2019 15:10:12 GMT -5
Alma had been standing there for some time now. Just how long had she been? It felt like an eternity, really, doing nothing but staring at the tent and pondering her choices.
After she had arrived in Traverse Town and come across the flyer still in her hands, the young Conjurer had made fast friends with a rather strange boy, a suspicious signature on the paper gave her a vision of this place, with its strange metal wires in the sky and the tents that littered every shadowy corner. Largest of all was this one, apparently not a part of the usual attractions, and the closer she came to it the stronger she felt the pull that had brought her here, until the urge to leap through the entryway was almost unbearable. Frightened by the implications of such an enchantment, she had backed away once she'd realized what it was, and had been standing many a foot away ever since.
Eventually, she found herself retreating further to take a seat upon a bench- A scene which had quickly become rather familiar in this venture of hers. Frustratingly so, in fact, as she'd much rather spend the time expanding on her knowledge, as she'd been promised the chance to do, but instead it felt as if her time was being wasted as this 'Kinley' person yanked her from one place to another without a single word since the first letter.
Alma looked over the flyer once more. It had advertised a number of attractions in a show that would supposedly take place inside that huge tent, the stars being a magical machine of some description and a so-called 'invincible lady' who could catch anything, but neither really sounded important to her. What had really brought her here was, again, that signature at the bottom with its shining golden script. Alma was starting to wish she hadn't read it and gotten afflicted by its spell, as her inability to stop thinking about it had even made her head ache. By now, she would have already stepped in just to get rid of that enchantment, but... She just didn't feel she could trust it.
And so, she waited, wasting time by sulking about her wasted time as she tried (and failed) to dispel her worries of what dangers may be inside. Had no one ever snapped her out of this trance, she may have sat there forever.
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Post by Rina Croft on Feb 27, 2019 2:57:03 GMT -5
It hadn’t been long since Rina had landed her Gummi ship at this new world. It was called Prankster's Paradise and it seemed to be the base for a large amusement park. Rina had only been to an amusement park one time prior to this and that seemed like a lifetime ago. She wished she could stay to partake in the attractions, but she was here just to deliver a package. It was strange really. The package had been out on her doorstep this morning and addressed to someone named Alma who resided in the Circus Tent at Prankster’s Paradise. The parcel didn’t look remarkable, just a small box wrapped in brown paper. She did find it odd that it was addressed to someone who lived in a circus tent. To each their own… Rina could see the tippie top of the circus tent just cresting over a hill of attractions. She started to walk through the handfuls of people that had decided to spend their afternoons at play, twisting and turning through them until she made it to the large and colorful tent. Judging by a poster hanging to the left of the tent’s flaps a show would soon be starting. Maybe if she found the owner of the package quickly she could stay for the show. That would be a nice end to the day. Rina slipped through the flaps and leveled her gaze around the tent. There was no one here. How odd. If a show were to begin you’d think that people would already have started to fill the bleachers. And where was this Alma that she had this package for? With a frown Rina went to turn to step out of the tent, when she spotted a figure out of the corner of her eye. It was a young girl clad in white who seemed to be deep in thought about something. She was a cute thing with pale blonde hair and a kind face. Now she looks like an Alma. Rina began to take solid strides towards the teen, stopping a few feet away but staying within earshot. “Excuse me? Are you Alma?”
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Post by Alma on Mar 6, 2019 20:41:16 GMT -5
This cycle of thought was eventually broken, thankfully, when a voice rather clearly called her out. Her eyes had drifted down to stare at the stone, so she hadn't noticed the stranger at first, but now it was hard not to. They were looking right at her, after all.
With a blink, she went over everything and confirmed that, yes, this person was addressing her. "Er, ye..." Alma started, then realized she was speaking a bit too quietly. She cleared her throat, stood from the bench and spoke up with proper volume, "Yes, that's me," as she rushed over. This newcomer didn't have the friendliest appearance ever, what with the black leather, high collar and the multiple holsters ready, but they also didn't come off as someone to be wary of. Regardless of whether they did, anyone who knew her name all the way out here must have learned it from one of very few people. Maybe this was why she'd been brought here, to meet this person. In fact...
When the thought crossed her mind, Alma felt the need to be a bit more defensive, keeping a tight grip on her staff as she came to a stop and the neutrality in her eyes was replaced with a hard skepticism. "You wouldn't be here on the behalf of a Daniel Kinley, would you?" she asked. This woman looked less like a 'Daniel' than she did anything else, so she couldn't be Kinley, but that wasn't to say she wasn't somehow an employee. That, or maybe she and Alma were both just caught up in all this, but the young mage was unsure either way. This kind of uncertainty was a constant plague on her mind now, and so she felt the need to know everything she could about everything- and everyone -she came across.
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Post by Rina Croft on Mar 20, 2019 16:40:01 GMT -5
Rina waited patiently for the young one to come and meet her to accept the package. She was just about to hand her the box when the girl’s stance suddenly became defensive. Her body became hard and all of a sudden Rina became concerned. This short round isn’t really going to attack me, is she? It was then that she asked Rina if she was here on behalf of a Daniel Kinley. Rina squinted her eyes in thought, but ultimately shook her head. “Nope. Never heard of them. My name’s Rina. Why? Are you looking for them? Or are they looking for you?” That would explain the sudden defensiveness. Something was up with this girl. Rina shifted the box from one side to the other, before offering it to the girl. “This doesn’t have a return address. Perhaps they sent it to you? It just showed up on my doorstep this morning. That usually doesn’t happen with my deliveries. I’d be careful though. Something doesn’t seem right... I have this feeling.”
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Post by Alma on Mar 22, 2019 16:43:02 GMT -5
There was some relief in knowing that her suspicions were proven false, but it was a bit frustrating to still be so far off the mark. This was quite the detour, being sent to and fro to find unrelated people instead of just meeting face-to-face with the person she was trying to find. She loosened up, explaining, "I just wanted to be sure, is all. I'm Alma, and I've been looking for him for a while after he promised to share some knowledge of his. There aren't many schools where I come from."
"I thought I'd be meeting him, but instead I'm kind of being led around. Now, I've found myself here, with... this." Alma took the package, first noticing that, just like Rina had said, there wasn't anything to indicate where it had come from. The second thing she noted was that it was shockingly light, as if nothing was even in it. For some reason, putting so little in such a large box offended her. She wasn't entirely sure why. Had she always been a stickler for such things? When she opened the lid, it was immediately obvious why it felt so light, as most of the space was, as she'd suspected, completely unused. The only things in it were two strips of purple paper, each with a fancy-looking illustration of a large, familiar tent. Reaching in, she drew them out and found that, in addition to a large proclamation of "WELCOME" on the back of both, one had a handwritten footnote as well. In all honesty, she wasn't all that surprised by what it said: "For you and your new friend. -Kinley"
The moment her eyes even glanced over the signature, it took affect again. Alma held the box to her side with the same arm which held the tickets, using her other hand to palm her temple. This was the second time she'd found such a signature, and they seemed to be enchanted somehow. The last one planted the images in her head that lead her here to begin with, and once again, this second one did the same, though these ones felt clearer than the others. Those parts, she wasn't bothered by all that much, but the signatures had this tendency of giving her quite the headache whenever they took effect. It was like someone wasn't placing the images in her head, as much as forcing them in. She'd have to be more careful whenever she got a note like this from him.
The information spell was convenient, though, that she'd admit. Alma had never been to an event like this, so she didn't understand how things like admission tickets worked until, upon reading the signatures, the knowledge was thrown upon her. "I, um... I think he wants you to come too," she concluded, holding out the unmarked ticket to the person who was apparently her new friend. She gave a small smile, but it was mostly meant an unspoken apology, a way to say she was sorry for getting this person dragged along without openly saying so. Meanwhile, her other hand dropped the marked ticket into a pocket, relieving itself of a part of the awkward collection of things it had been tasked with carrying.
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Post by Rina Croft on Mar 31, 2019 21:56:54 GMT -5
Rina knew that she could leave as soon as the package was delivered to who it had been addressed to, but for some reason she stayed. She stayed and listened as the girl introduced herself as Alma and that she had been trying to find this Kinley person in order to learn from him. To Rina it appeared that the young girl had been sent out on a will goose chase of some sort. Rina was about to question the girl some more, when she sort of crumpled, reaching her hand to her forehead. For a few moments it looked like Alma was in horrible pain and then it passed. Rina stepped forward and gently touched her shoulder. "Are you alright?"
With a small smile she turned to Rina informing her that whoever this Kinley was wanting her to join in on the adventure. Rina took the ticket that Alma offered her, looking it over quickly. It looked like it was a ticket for the attraction that the two girls were both standing in. "Me? Why me? Where are we going?!" Alma
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Post by Alma on Apr 2, 2019 18:58:46 GMT -5
Not surprisingly, Rina seemed apprehensive about the suggestion. Exercising that sort of caution was probably the most sane move in this sort of scenario, all things considered, and seeing it reminded Alma once again that she should be more skeptical. In a way, she already was. To her, the tickets didn't feel like a gift, or even an invitation. They came off as a warning, as if they were a message telling her that she'd need her 'new friend' to be present. After seeing how easily this 'Kinley' was willing to throw her into some unfamiliar environment, there was no telling what other nonsense she may be dropped into. What tasks may be expected of her, she didn't know, so it made sense that she may need someone else to help. Being stuck with this alone clearly wasn't the way to progress, and even the person leading her along seemed to understand that.
"I'm sorry to say I don't know exactly why he brought you into this," Alma admitted, only feeling more guilty with every thought of what inconvenience this might cause them. That guilt made it hard to look her friend in the eye, but it didn't dissuade her from heeding the implied warning in the message. In truth, she sort of did know why this person was brought aboard. They were most certainly an essential component to some plan, or perhaps a test, that Kinley was arranging to have take place here. So really, Alma wasn't confused by someone else being involved, but she was curious as to what Rina, specifically, was meant to contribute. "We're going in.. there, I think." She held up the unmarked ticket so she could confirm with a side-by-side comparison that the illustration was of the tent in front of them. Just as she'd dreaded, it was identical. She had no excuse to leave. "There's just no way it's that simple, though. Not one step in this has been 'that simple'. If he says someone else should be there..." She turned to Rina once more, trying to hand her that ticket again and hoping the concern in her eyes help get the message across. "I really think someone else should be there." She couldn't say it aloud, and it embarrassed her to even imply it with body language, but the truth was, she was afraid.
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Post by Rina Croft on May 5, 2019 8:54:08 GMT -5
Rina stifiled a sigh as she once more took the ticket from the young girl. With a short glance at the ticket and then to the entrance of the tent. How do I get myself into these situations? Rina thought to herself with a bemused shake of her head. The slight annoyance she may have been feeling dispersed away when she looked back over to Alma and saw how distraught the girl looked. She smiled at her and reached out to squeeze the blonde’s shoulder. “Oh don’t worry about me. I’ve been through a lot. I can handle whatever this mystery man is sending our way.” Rina held out her hands beside her and in a flash of light two silver Sai daggers appeared into her palms. “Let’s go, kid.”
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Post by Alma on May 5, 2019 14:04:32 GMT -5
Alma let out a stressed breath in her relief, glad to have the near-stranger on her side. The knives weren't much of a surprise to her, having seen such summoning magics not too long ago. Had she the facilities, she may have deciphered such a spell on her own. Still, she could feel it- Rina's support would be invaluable here, and she gave a firm nod of confirmation in response to those last few words. Alma stuffed the ticket in her pocket and stepped forward, rushing through the flaps of the tent entrance, and coming face-to-face with...
Nothing. There was nothing.
The purple tent opened up into a much larger space, loosely held in by the broad canvas with a hole in the ceiling for the sake of air flow. There wasn't anyone else inside, not a single viewer, nor performer, not even someone to check their tickets. After her enthusiasm to meet the challenge and her desperate display beforehand, Alma felt like a fool. She'd expected something terrible, perhaps some mighty warrior stationed as a trial like in one of her books, or maybe one of those black-skinned beasts she'd heard of- 'Heartless', were they? -that were supposedly swarming to places like this. All of those possibilities had come to mind, and yet... "T-This is just a normal tent!" she lamented aloud, throwing her hands up in a fit of exasperation. As frustrating as all these antics had been, she'd kind of been looking forward to meeting a challenge properly for once! Contrary to what she'd dared to hope, though, there was nothing here except a perfectly normal concrete stage, an equally normal ring of stands, the completely typical, un-unusual, to-be-expected curtains near the other end, and that one bored-looking man who dipped in through said curtains to pick up a small crate, only to slip back out just as quickly.
Unbelievable. "I was expecting just about anything," she insisted quietly, still scanning the walls of the tent for anything suspicious, "But-" Alma flinched when the harsh squeal of a loudspeaker made itself known, a set of machines wired to poles in and outside the tent preparing to broadcast a voice to any who cared to listen (in addition to those who didn't). The small voice of some woman soon echoed through it, announcing, "The performance of Madame Gefris the Invincible will be starting shortly. Please take your seats and enjoy the show..."
Alma palmed an ear through her hood, trying to ease the ringing the speakers had left in them. It seemed someone had made the mistake of setting one of them painfully close to the entrance she was standing in. "But it's never that simple..." she insisted, still bewildered and even a bit downcast. Had her judgement really been that far off? Her shoulders slumped a bit as she considered how she might apologize to Rina for having made such a big deal...
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Post by Rina Croft on May 17, 2019 22:45:17 GMT -5
While Rina's companion seemed to rush the entrance of the tent in a hurry, the older girl took her time. She lingered outside of the flapped entrance for a moment or two before slipping inside. Alma was right. It was empty. But as soon as Rina had crossed the threshold, an icy chill ripped down her spine and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Something was wrong. Alma continued to yell in disappointment and Rina reached forward to grab at the girl's shoulder, but was stopped as the loudspeaker announced that a Madame Gefris was about to perform. The same chill from before engulfed Rina's body, only made worse by the blaring voice above. "Gods above! Is that necessary?!" Rina yelled to the machine. She shook her head and looked over at Alma. "I don't think this is going to be simple, kid." Rina shivered. "There's something coming, Alma. I think we need to get out of here."
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Post by Alma on May 18, 2019 18:30:05 GMT -5
Though Alma was the one to insist as much, Rina's warning that, yes, something was going to go wrong, surprised her. That, together with her wounded confidence in her own decision making, left her a lot more eager to accept that invitation to flee. She had been enthusiastic about meeting such a challenge head-on, but if her more experienced ally was unsure, then that was all the notice she needed. Alma nodded and took the lead again, this time turning aside and charging back out through the curtains to the other side, where she was surprised to find herself in... another tent?
No. It wasn't another tent, because Rina was there. "Wait, that's not how I-" It's never that simple. That thought repeated in her head as she tried to exit once more, only to find that, again, she'd somehow ended up strolling right back through. "W-Why can't I leave?" she inquired aloud, this time tugging the flaps open ahead of time, then leaping through them, but once more, she just landed back where she came from, standing in front of Rina. "You see it too, right?" she asked, part of her concerned that maybe the phenomenon was part of her imagination. Unfortunately, her friend was likely just as clueless. All they'd see, if ever they got a good look, was the young mage snapping from one angle to another the moment they crossed the threshold of the tent's exit, and if they were to attempt the same, they'd experience nothing different. Rina's assessment hadn't been entirely correct, it seemed, because whatever was to go wrong had already occurred.
It didn't look like things were going to ease up, either, as the large set of curtains at the opposite end of the tent were drawn apart to offer a view backstage, where no one was present at the time. There, standing alone, was a massive... something. It was enormous, a gigantic sculpture that stood far above the concrete stage. It was made of a pale green material which formed a tall shaft leading to a disproportionately large cylinder at the top which was being held upright by tethers connected to nearby support beams. It was a hammer, and one that definitely wasn't meant for normal use. A part of the scheduled performance, perhaps? It wasn't an immediate danger, since it was only tall enough to hit the center of the stage if it fell, meaning both Alma and Rina were a safe distance away in case of a collapse. On the face of the giant hammer head was a large sticker with text written in an equally absurd font, the characters large enough even to read from this distance. The lower portion of it had been mostly removed, however, so all one could read was "100%" and the start of a word that began with "M". The tag may have been a voucher for what material had been used to forge the monstrous thing.
Alma, meanwhile, was feeling rightfully panicked. They were stuck here, that much was sure, and the suspicious 'performance' was close to starting, and she had no solution as to how they might avoid either of those situations. It also didn't help when the speakers squealed to life again, announcing once more that the performance would soon begin. This time, the woman also added rather passive-aggressively, "For legal reasons, event participants may not leave the grounds unless a medical emergency is declared. Please take your seats and enjoy the show..." Alma refused to believe this was normal- Or legal, for that matter! She wasn't well-versed in this World's customs, but this was obviously unjust confinement, and she tried helplessly to formulate a solution as, from the other end, the sound of footsteps began echoing through. They were loud and sharp, the footfalls only made when someone was wearing very formal shoes, namely those with high heels.
Those footsteps were the painfully slow march of someone who knew she could take however long she wanted to meet her captive audience.
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Post by Rufus Shinra on May 19, 2019 0:28:32 GMT -5
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Rufus had made himself familiar with this place. It wasn't very difficult to understand that this world was little different from the slums which has once stained the edges of Midgar with a vile poison. The lowest babble would gamble and barter with lives as if they were a renewable commodity. In ways it reflected the gluttonous ways of the old Shinra. He couldn't compare it to the gold Saucer. It was a more reputable place where money bought a man leisure, not carnal pleasure, as Wall Market did. With his previous business conducted it left the man to just -- wait. He coils not get off this world on his own, but it would come. He had obtained for himself a drink and would settle down on one of the park's many benches. Sitting on the ground beside him his loyal Tentacle Hound sat at attention, scanning the grounds with beady eyes. Sipping on the drink Rufus regarded passing events, flashing lights, and glittering showmanship with a passive disregard. A deep, slurping noise followed by a scraping scratch against the bottom of the cup indicated Rufus has finished his drink. Dark Nation perked up as Rufus stood, it's bladed, stub tail wiggling. "Come Dark Nation. Let's see what sort of game they're playing now, and with whom." The executive mused, only for the hound to let out a deep, attentive "woof". The man in the white suit tossed the empty drink into the refuse bin before following the hazing and hollering that seemed to echo over the PA systems. He made his way along, being sure to keep his holster unclipped just in case he needed to handle a Heartless or two. Coming to a stop as he heard two, female voices, he would stand with his back to a wall and remain out of sight until he got a better handle of the situation. And the only way to so that, of course, was to eavesdrop. ▲ WORDS ● TAGGED ● NOTES
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Post by Rina Croft on Jun 15, 2019 2:08:21 GMT -5
Rina gasped softly as she watched Alma repeatedly walk through the tent flaps, just to reappear right beside her. Yup, something was for sure amiss here in this place. Rina idly spun her daggers in her hands, more a nervous gesture than anything else. "Yeah, Alma. I see you." As she said this, the backstage curtains were drawn open and the older girl went to stand in front of Alma protectively. The hammer that was holstered in front of them just had an air to it like it didn't belong. Rina could feel the panicked energy starting to flow from Alma and into herself. It felt like they had landed in something that was deep and something that was dangerous. "I have a bad feeling abo-" Rina was interrupted by the loud voice from the intercom again. "CAN YOU STOP?" Rina yelled up to the ceiling. The unnerving announcement set her teeth on edge and was starting to make her head hurt. It was then that she heard the click-clack of shoes coming down the hall. Closer and closer towards them. Rina backed up so she was shoulder to shoulder with Alma. "Kid, I have a really, really bad feeling about this."
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Post by Alma on Jun 15, 2019 20:56:08 GMT -5
Rina wasn't alone in her concern, and Alma was glad she wasn't alone in the danger. In their last few moments of relative peace, Alma considered how she might disarm the enchantment, or what other things she may employ, but all the things banging around in her head left her burnt out and confused. Just when she thought to complain she wasn't ready for this sort of pressure, the footsteps ceased. Then, she looked up to the stage, and she saw it. More specifically, she saw her.
The woman was another stranger, a dainty-looking sort who seemed tall, thin and delicate. It was far from the appearance one might expect from a stunt show. Instead, they were the kind who would fit far better in a ball, or some other fancy party where queens and nobles would mingle. The billowing bottoms of her dress were of a pristine white, removed from the dull violet of the tent and the pale stone hammer above her. At the edge of its plume was a triangular embroidery pattern, a bold red drawing contrast from the otherwise blank dress. In fact, the design was a bit too familiar, being the same thing Alma had modeled her own garb after, but the young mage wasn't as put off by that as she was by the woman's other strange features. Most notably, her face looked to be framed by... something, and when she began to walk closer to the two it became clear that they were a set of hard scales. Those same scales extended down her neck and around the sides of her head, where two large horns curled away and curved back around to end near the edges of her lips- Lips which were gently curled up in a content smile that was reflected in her crimson eyes which Alma had just noticed had been staring at her for some time. From her head tumbled the one normal thing about her, that being a generous head of brown hair that, like everything else, was far too clean for this place. In all, this person was elegant in some twisted, otherworldly way, a beautiful abomination in every sense of the word.
That, of course, couldn't hope to distract from the massive thing she was lugging behind her.
Alma had trouble deciding which was harder not to gawk at, the woman or the axe that scraped the concrete behind every step. For a moment, Alma thought that maybe this woman wasn't used to carrying such a hefty thing, but quickly abolished the thought when she tugged it upward, swinging it around herself a few times with a frightening combination of ease, finesse, and pure giddy abandon. It should have been impossible for such thin arms and almost flimsy-looking fingers to do such things, but then again, everyone about this stranger had been contradictory thus far, both in context of herself and the world around her.
On her approach, she took the liberty of swinging that axe, putting on a small display of prowess while calmly making her way to the center of the stage. Alma was still unsure whether it was more impressive or intimidating to see, but the performer didn't seem to care either way, dancing along to what was probably a tune playing in her mind until she had reached the center, at which point the axe came down, the jagged black metal sinking effortlessly into the ground and not budging when left there. The stranger, satisfied, gave an exaggerated bow and curtsy, once more drawing out her entrance regardless of how few people were there to see it.
Alma couldn't bear it at this point. It was too obvious something suspicious was going on here, so why stick to this facade? "Who are you?" She stepped forward and asked the question directly, jabbing her crook in the air toward the newcomer. However, there was no response given. The woman on stage didn't even flinch from her bowed position, forehead nearly pricked on the pommel of her axe. "Who are you, and why did you bring me here?" Alma demanded, refusing to let the question lie. All she got, however, was the woman's hand raising, fingers coming together slowly, then flashing by in a loud snap. In that same moment, the tethers holding up the hammer came lose, and the shape grew larger as it slowly tipped closer. With eyes wide, Alma considered for a moment what she might do to stop it, but she froze when the woman looked her in the eye again... and gave a cheeky wink before standing straight and holding her hands up to catch the incoming hammer.
Then it came down, quickly gaining speed until it landed, smashing flat against the stage with an earthshattering force and earsplitting crash that obscured all other sounds Alma could have made out. The stranger's axe, thrown into the air from the collision, landed again on what little of the stage wasn't concealed by the hammer's head. Alma felt sick once she realized the implications, but with the dust fading she found the strangeness wasn't over. Neither was the danger.
Nay, it had only just begun. Before her eyes, a web of cracks began to form over the hammer's surface, splitting it into a number of smaller shards holding its original shape instead of the masterwork of smithing it had been a moment ago. From there, the shards began to sink into the center, each being sucked in at an uneven pace that caused the whole thing to slowly shrink away until only one shape still existed in the center. it was a shape that was somewhat familiar, though it was no longer wearing that dress from earlier. Instead, it was cloaked in a series of pale green stones that hugged its body, sticking close and smoothing themselves out to form a more familiar shape. Though no hands or hammers touched them, chunks of ore were turned into plate and mail, a strange magic fitting them to the woman's body until a fierce armor had been built. With the shape perfected, she stood from what was first a kneeling position, now rolling her plated shoulders and giving her neck an unhealthy-sounding crack. Several, actually.
Though Alma couldn't see those eyes anymore, she could feel them glaring at her when the woman's visor turned to face her, all its features being lost except for the tall shape and those now-vicious-looking horns, each now covered by a black sheath. A few steps forward, and she took hold of the axe once more, tearing it out of the ground with her gaze still locked on the two unfortunate souls who had made the mistake of attending. Then, she pulled back and took one more step in preparation to throw...
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Jul 19, 2019 15:46:04 GMT -5
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Rufus had heard the commotion, but he was far from at the center of it. He had seen Rina enter the tent. There was a moment of curiosity to pass his mind as his head lulled back lazily, hands slipping into the pockets of his loose, white pants. His fingers brushed against the soft fabric of the insides of the pockets. He was aware of the pressure in the air. It was something he had noticed that was hard to ignore in other worlds when trouble reared its ugly head. His blue eyes drifted down to the black hound, a beast that seemed so far removed from any recognizable canine it was hard to determine if it was some sort of reptilian beast with the long, blood leeching tentacle that grew from the back of its skull or the talon like claws that topped each toe. The bladed stub-tail was a feature of all Tentacle Hounds as were the beady, pupiless eyes. The glimmering tinge of makou touched the outer edges of the former Stigma patient, the medicines still coursing through his body on occasion. Dark Nation, the beast in question, stood rigid with its snout pointing beneath the flap of the mysterious tent as they sniffed curiously. A growl rumbled in its throat before Rufus pushed the back of his wrist against the tarp, raising it enough so he could observe the spectacle. For a moment his jacket had shifted against the holster on his side, but it was gone the moment his arm came level: right back behind the jacket did the object go. Rufus stepped in fully, the beast trotting by his side. It seemed there was a contest between two forces, but who was it that he should back up, given his circumstances as a stranger. " Quite the world, a Paradise for the degenerate, a hellhole for the sane." For Rufus it was somewhere right in the middle. " But who is the hero of this little parade...?" ▲
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