cruxisa | MASS OPEN POST

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MASS OPEN POST

The Story Thus Far:

The Once-ler has successfully freed Martel Yggdrasil from captivity, bringing her to the woods for safety. Martel, afraid of the retribution this might bring, pleaded Once-ler to tell no one that she has escaped. Once-ler then returned to the Resistance, only telling Ino about what had happened. Martel meanwhile traveled the woods alone until she met up with Zack Fair, the now embittered mercenary that's been doing what he can to stay alive and free in this setting.

However it wasn't as though Martel's disappearance went without notice. Mithos noticed his sister's absence and has set out all stops to find her. Whether or not you know of Martel's release, it's hard not to notice the larger number of angels around - even if some appear less than intimidating. Because of this, the small traveling group of Zelos Wilder, Arya Stark and Genis Sage have decided to travel to the mountains to use the stronger winds for safe haven from any lifeless angels until they can stronger.

Meanwhile back in the Resistance, efforts to fight back still persist. The inventors are having struggles in creating better keycrests for their loved ones that have been transformed into angels. In the less tech part of the Resistance, Tsuna and Allen continued their efforts to revert angels back to their former selves. They were successful in converting Mithos's former assassin Sheena, but due to some mishaps Maladict escaped from their attempts.

Oh and Garry moped.

With all these different teams going on, what will be the next thing to occur? Will things turn in favor to the Resistance, or will it only get worse? Will Garry ever stop moping? Will any of you remember to use the damn journal? Only time will tell...

[OOC: This post has two services, first as a recap as you seen above, as well as a mass open post for all the on-goings you rather not make an entire post for! Feel free to use this post as such or simply make your own post in the comm, it matters not! As for amount of time, while the game is very flexible we'll set it to be still a few days after the staring point of the game cause why not]

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[What a coincidence, she enjoys the quiet. For anyone unfortunate enough today to have found themselves in the town, there is a cloaked figure standing in the very center of it. Even though the hood is drawn up, it's clearly a female -- one who is braving the terrain with bare feet and little regard for the danger.

The most striking thing might be the fact that her rather plain brown cloak? Is caked with mud and other debris from a trip to the forest, but there's more. She's got flecks of dried blood everywhere. Old blood, this didn't happen recently. She just sucks at taking care of herself.

Don't worry though, it isn't hers. Whoops.]

Ah..

[ And Aang being, well, Aang, can't help but high-tail it to the city once he gets the chance. While he understands that it's wide out in the open, that's kind of fine with him right now. He's had time to really soak in Allen's Re-Introduction Speech and it's hit him hard. Although he'd agreed to stick around for a medical exam (when had Allen become a doctor?), it was impossible for him to sit still for long after hearing about such a tragedy.

He had to see it. It felt like his duty as the Avatar. Even if this wasn't his old home, it had become a sort of mildly-resented and hesitantly-loved second home. And just like before, he had abandoned it. He couldn't have known what would eventually happen, but that didn't make him feel better.

Unwilling to be so brazen yet as to actually fly in the open again (and besides his glider is still damaged, his skills still shaky), Aang instead high-tails it to the city on foot, though it doesn't take him much longer at all.

He stops in a sudden burst when he sees a lone person standing in the square, a cloud of dust surging up and clearing the cobblestone around them. Looking a bit sheepish at his lack of control, Aang waves a hand to get their attention and calls out.

Never mind that he was attacked the last time he openly tried to get someone's attention here. This person doesn't have wings, so they must be an ally, right? ]

Hey! Are you okay?

[Oh Aang, baby, you'll regret this meeting one day. The figure straightens up some but the speed at which she turns around to look at him is painfully slow. Priscilla reaches out to claim some of dust from the air as the wind, which also causes her hood to slip, carries it to her.

For someone who appears to be older, the way she watches the sand sift through her fingers almost seems childlike. When the final grain falls and mixes with the dirt below, she shifts a bit so she can poke a nearby bit of cobblestone with her toe. Unfortunately, it isn't enough of a distraction for her to forget about the boy.

Following a lengthy pause, where she does little more than stare at him ~~creepily~~, she takes a moment to observe the uninhabited town. Her next statement should have brought her pride, but she doesn't appear to feel anything at all.]

They should have known.. it's impossible.

[ Seeing that this girl is acting a little out of it, Aang walks closer to get a better look. Of course, a tiny part of him was hoping she was a city resident, but he knows it's unlikely, only backed up by her commentary. ]

The people who lived here?

Angels.

[While she doesn't elaborate further, she does look down at the front of her cloak. Let's see if Aang can put two and two together.]

[ Yeah, he's seeing that blood now. And looking mildly horrified, rushing to her side. Nope, two plus two equals five, right?! ]

Are you okay?! You were fighting them?

To.. hurt me.

[Epic fail. As Priscilla has no concept of personal space, Aang will soon find himself nearly nose-to-nose with her as she leans closer. What she says next holds no malice and her expression never changes from one of childish innocence.]

Most likely, it's impossible for them.

[Prepare for creepy overload, as she says this a little too casually.]

I couldn't eat my fill, because they weren't tasty.

[ Eeeeeee!! He's backpedaling a few steps in alarm, and...eating?! That makes his stomach lurch.

At least this is distracting him from the utter lack of civilization for now. ]

You eat Angels?!

[Did she do something wrong? She straightens for a second time and shoots him a confused look. Of course she didn't eat them, she just said they were gross.

And, more over;]

They attacked me.

[ He just doesn't know what to think right now! ]

Yeah, they do that. But...

[ Aang eyes the blood. He could tell when she got close that it was old, and didn't seem to be hers, but still. No matter how creepy she is and how little sense she makes, they seem to be on the same side. ...Possibly. ]

Are you sure you aren't hurt? If you don't want to be attacked, this is probably the last place you should be. [ Says him. ]

Hurt?

[Here, Aang, let her churn your stomach a little more. She lets her right hand slip out of her cloak so she can show him a little magic trick. It's amusement to her, but it might not be so much to him.

Priscilla nicks the skin on the back of the hand with a nail and holds it out to him. It takes a few seconds, but the wound has already started to heal. She looks rather pleased with herself.]

Impossible..

[ Yep, that does it! Well, it's sort of a mixture of shock and awe. That is something even Katara can't do.

He's scared to ask now, but he does anyway, because he didn't come to the city to hide from the truth. This just isn't exactly what he was seeking out, but then he didn't know what he'd find. ]

Then whose blood is that?

If you tear them apart, can a dead Angel still fly in Heaven? I often wonder..

[Question answered. She makes a sound that might have been a soft hum before moving to walk past him. You know, in the direction of the castle.]

I'll have to ask them, the others.

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... [a young girl standing barefoot covered in blood is pretty difficult to miss, especially when one has been trained to notice things that are out of place. her cloak may as well be chartreuse and covered in LED lights. Lemony approaches her carefully, eyes wide]

Miss...?! Miss...! Are you alright?

It's.. not mine.

[His care might have been touching for any other person but, for her? All it did was bring confusion. Idly, she takes this time to try and pick some of the dried bits off of her clothing. When she finds the attempt is a fruitless task, she opts to smooth a nonexistent wrinkle out of said cloak.]

[he's silent for a moment, watching her pick and smooth at her cloak, until his eyes travel to her feet]

Well, your bare feet are still yours, at the very least...

Yes.

[As if on cue she wiggles her toes a little. What a curious person, to concentrate on her feet rather than the looming danger.]

[he tilts his head at her - he's aware there's danger, but he's also quite adroit at running, so he's not too worried]

And they don't hurt? Are you very accustomed to going unshod, then, miss?

They don't hurt. Should they?

[Shoes are meaningless, but the question catches her interest. Worrying about something so small, it reminds her a bit of Raki and Isley. There's a smile, but it's small.]

Well, I suppose it depends. I once knew a cheesemaker capable of walking barefoot across hot coals, and a computer hacker who couldn't walk properly at all if she even wore socks, so ... I suppose if you've been going without shoes, sandals, or any other foot covering for some time, it could be perfectly normal. ... Where are you headed?

Nowhere.

[Really, it's the truth. She's managed to get through all these Angel shenanigans by wandering around aimlessly. But she takes a moment to reconsider, then gestures past him to point directly at the castle in the distance.]

.. Maybe there. To find the one who got away.

The one who got away. [he repeats it quietly, wonderingly, to himself. it has so many connotations for him: not only the ubiquitous fish story, but the one woman, her three children as the one narrative, the one sugar bowl ... he can't think about it too long, as it starts making him tear up slightly. he sniffles, pulling himself together, then looks back from the castle to her. the sight of all the bloodstains reminds him that she's most likely talking about neither fish nor sorrows. if the blood is not hers ... but ... he looks her over carefully for any sort of feasible weapon]

... I may regret this, but. ... Who or what were they, miss?

[When she hears the sniffle and notices the tears she, without warning, reaches over to touch a hand to his cheek. She doesn't understand why he's doing this but, for one reason or another, she feels that this gesture might help.

Really, Lemony, she's quite curious about you. That's not a good thing.]

The Angels..

[he blinks, letting out a soft yelp of surprise as she reaches for him, then calms his jets as he realizes - as far as he figures - that she's just being compassionate. he sighs, slowly - and asks the wrong question yet again.]

What's so life-threatening about Angels that caused you to resort to violence against them?

[The yelp amuses her, she even smiles, but Priscilla drops her hand and pulls it back into her cloak.]

They attacked me. They will find you, too.

To make you one of them.

[Priscilla extends her arms out to either side, to direct his attention to the surrounding vacant homes and businesses.]

This was.. normal once. Full of people.