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Kressidia nodded. She then turned to the handlers and identified the ones who wished to leave. ****** "I am more than happy to; it is a hobby I do very much enjoy." Erwin said with a smile. ****** (Yeah, remember? First time they learned about her was through the letter. She met Nelly first, and was brought by her to the Aerlanicans.) Spencer nodded slowly. Spencer investigated the chains and tried to figure out how he could break them. First, he attempted to freeze them significantly to make them brittle, and hopefully easily shattered. ****** Nelly slowly nodded. |
The handlers were confused. ****** "Alright. I'm just asking so I know to show up hungry." ****** (I guess so. It's just hard keeping track of who knows who and all that.) The enchantment resisted the change in temperature, but if Spencer's magic was strong enough, it would still work. ****** "What, Savareon? You think we should claim that Savareon returned? Savareon has been gone for countless generations." |
Kressidia raised a hand and turned back to the wolves who wished to return to their packs. ****** Erwin smiled warmly. ****** (I've got a somewhat...decent approximation on who knows what? I think?) Spencer, recognising his initial setback, drove more energy into his effort in breaking the chains. ****** "Last I checked the Tyramonians don't know about Savareon, and there's plenty of esoteric entities out there in the world, including ones that like to remain hidden and out of sight." |
The wolves seemed agreeable to this, at least those who intended to return to their own packs. Of course, even if they did relay the message, there was no guarantee as to how many wolves would come to Kressidia. It would be asking wolves to leave their pack to follow a woman they barely know in waging some sort of war against humans, despite Kressidia being one. ****** "I'm sure you will. I'll see you tonight." ****** (I think I do too, but clearly I mess up once in a while.) The chains began to crack, and as Ameli strained against them, the chains broke. ****** "I see...well, I suppose that shall be our story then." |
((Aeri I think this emote was deleted with the data loss D: do you have a backup of it or do you think it’s better to re-respond to my last one?)) The guards nod, watching the Queen as they formulate the way to get to the limo which will take them to the palace, leading her down to the long black car. Inside was a couple glass bottles of apple juice-notably the glass exterior cased in bubble wrap to makeshift babyproof it. “Please ask us if you have any concerns. We will wait until you ensure the child is strapped in.” “Here’s the deal at the least-run away when we get shot at and pretend you had nothing to do with it. I’ll find paper and manufacture a fake hit list for when I inevitably defeated the Tyramonian army, and even write you tried to stop me. I have faith they’ll let you be. And if we win…places in my administration await the Twelfs.” “I know the consequences. And still Maufonia will guide me and the ideas of republicanism and democracy to victory. And if such an idea is impossible then let me be its martyr.” “…Tea?” |
"...why would they ever return?" "They are serving as messengers, who will hopefully return to their packs and send them a message from me...there is a sizeable chance that by letting these wolves go and showing them my goodwill, I may perhaps gather even more wolves to my cause, perhaps entire packs. Kressidia frowned at the replies of the wolves; this was not satisfactory. She expected the wolves to contact the leaders of the pacts to assemble a sort of quasi-feudal kingdom out of the wolves; her at the head of at least three or five packs. Kressidia tapped her chin, and addressed the wolves. ****** Neysa was...well...where Vara left him. He was more or less still obsessed over Vara, and as an obedient thrall remained where Vara ordered him to remain. Currently he was polishing his blade, however when Vara entered the room he immediately stood to attention. "My Lady, you have returned." ****** (Hey, don't beat yourself up about it. We're human, not perfect.) Spencer, wasting no time, grabbed Ameli by the shoulder as he helped her up slightly. "Now, you will feel sick for the first...oh wait, you're a sorcerer...nevermind." With a flash of light, Spencer disappeared from the strange location where Ameli was imprisoned and re-appeared back in the holding cell, sprawling across the floor. Once he got his bearings, Spencer sat up and held his cut calve as Alena stood and approached. "Spencer...are you alright?" She asked. "Of course...just got cut a little..." Spencer gestured to Ameli. "However she seemed to not have a good time." Alena approached Ameli and, crouching down beside her, helped the Sorcerer sit up. "Hello there...are you alright? My name's Alena...what's yours?" ****** Nelly nodded. (I'll re respond! Sorry, I don't have a backup.) "Koros van Bamber...the president of Oateria...we need to warn him..." She says, her eyes changing slightly, to a deadly determination. "I need to save people...and the cosites..." "Alright, well, that's sounds like a plan," Sophia said slowly, "so why don't we tell him?" ****************** "Oh, yeah, Lily-Rose-" He said, looking over to her. "I read somewhere about the Oaterian military looking for Aerlanicans, Drachmans, in general just foreigners to help advise a revitalization in weapons. Worth a shot, at least. I mean, you seem to know a lot about starfighters, and the government is trying to actually work with the planets they have, I've heard. I mean aside from the small port on Vaelicia." "Woah, slow up there buckeroo, me knowing about planes and me being good at aerospace engineering are two different things. I'm only technically in my second year." Lily-Rose said with a chuckle. He slapped him on the shoulder affectionately; "but thanks for the heads up there Mills." "I'd have to caution the Oaterian government in this course of action," Ysali said with a grin, "Lily-Rose has argued in favour of air launched nuclear missiles-" "It's just a cost-effective way to kill a large formation of enemies and it can be used against ground targets as well." Lily-Rose said defensively. "And the EMP as a side effect." Ysali inquired with a raised eyebrow "All I'm hearing is more arguments in favour of my proposal." ****************** "Yeah well..." she trailed off, seemingly trying to find a snarky or otherwise sarcastic and apathetic comment to reply to the statement made by Sejur, but failing to do so. Instead, she shrugged; "Whatever...just...yeah...just remember destiny isn't a real thing." She continued walking. ****************** "No worries. Ask the lady at the front desk, I'm sure she will be helpful." |
"The main issue is still that we have no reason to believe that what you say can actually be accomplished, and if it could, that you are the best person to accomplish it." The handlers were not convinced. The viper wolves promised to pass along Kressidia's message to their pack leaders. ****** Vara looked at him and considered what she wanted to do. She didn't really want him distracting her at the moment, but at the same time she didn't really want him out and about. After some thinking, she smiled flirtatiously at him. She stepped closer to him, caressing him with her tail as she undressed him and herself. * * * After just a short time, Neysa was in his "stunned" state, which allowed Vara to sit on the floor and meditate without distraction. She had, as of late, experienced the occasional...strange psychic sensation, and she now tried to explore and recreate those strange occurrences. ****** Ameli clearly still wasn't right in the head. She was delirious, and Spencer and Alena noticed that out of nothingness some strange plants, animals, and other lifeforms began to form. They were mostly deformed and harmless, though Spencer did see that same thorny vine that grabbed him back in the cavern. Ameli calmed down enough to fall unconscious, and after she did, no new life popped up. However, there was already a fair bit of life, though some of the most deformed organisms were already dying off. ****** "I'm fine, but what about my crew?" |
"O-okay. Gotta just..." She summons a portal, shouting into it, "Hey! Mister President! I need to speak with you!" "...Saba yaka, Cosites, you always find the most inopportune times to get my attention-" "No! It's me, Mandrat!" "...Alright, come on through." She does so, inviting Sophia with a hand motion, bringing them both into the office of the presidency. *********************** "Maybe an internship at Jerivivic Innovations would be better...but hey! At the very least things are looking good in terms of you being able to find a job at least here in Raziel." *********************** *A dragon of Oaterian lore most comparable to a Basilisk *********************** "Excellent." "...Thank you, by the way." She says, almost embarrassed to say so. "I was the youngest General of the Army in the history of the Oaterian nation-the country at one point had a higher bounty for me than former leader of the fascist movement, Jaj Yerbin, I have killed military inspectors in the non-lower levels and have escaped a gang of Tyramonian soldiers trying to kill me. And lastly..." He stood up. "Would you like to try me in combat?" |
Kressidia looked to the handlers firmly. "Just trust me...if you do not trust me, how may I prove this to you so you may let these wolves do as I have asked." ****** After just a short time, Neysa was in his "stunned" state, which allowed Vara to sit on the floor and meditate without distraction. She had, as of late, experienced the occasional...strange psychic sensation, and she now tried to explore and recreate those strange occurrences. Vara meditated slowly, and gently tried to peer at her mind. After deep introspection, her thoughts came across a strange...clashing between something suppressed by some form of charm or enchantment or...something, and her mind itself. It was like two magnets occasionally brushing against each other, and when they "brushed" against each other, her mind briefly...grew excited. She peered further, further and further and further into her mind, just as a small brush happened. As she breathed in, she felt and heard herself finalise her inhale...before time seemed to loop for a fraction of a second. It wasn't major, but it was noticeable...a strange phenomena as her perception of time seemed to slow before rapidly speeding up. However the onset was clearly unreliable, and as of now it was not under her direct control, only seemingly occurring when the two components brushed against each other. ****** Alena motioned for Spencer to help, and the two of them placed Ameli onto one of the cots provided in the room. She addressed the wizard. Alena paused. ****** "I'm fine, but what about my crew?" "It is up to you," Nelly commented, "I can say I took you somewhere private and palm you off to the Aerlanicans where you will be safe, or you can remain here with me and play the part of "thralls"...up to you." Sophia reached out, grabbed Mandrat's hand, and followed behind closely. *********************** Lily-Rose nodded as she looked to Milutin, and then tapped him on the shoulder. Enri nodded as she continued to scroll on the computer. *********************** "Like I said, this is a piece of military hardware basically. If it skirts society and can avoid pissing off the Oaterians then I'll be fine." She paused. "Who's Erensuje?" "An Erensuje is similar to what you would call a Basilisk." "Oh! so a big ass snake...I got a tattoo of one actually down at my lower back." She said, pointing to the location in question. "Hogan himself did that art, finest tattoo artist in the world I'd say." *********************** "I acknowledge your expression of thanks...but I assure you, it is no burden on me." Hogan commented in reply to the expression of gratitude. "See? you are making progress already." He motioned up the large steps of the New Franco Public Library towards the large double doors currently opened. |
"Perhaps a test is in order...there is a rather important job coming up, for which we need some skilled fighters. You'll be stealing some extremely valuable supplies from the Tyramonian military. You think you're up for it?" The handlers considered this. Ultimately, it wasn't up to them, and they went and asked Henrin what to do, as the wolves belonged to Henrin. Henrin reluctantly agreed to Kressidia's request, and Kressidia was allowed to let the wolves go free. ****** Vara continued to meditate for some time and tried to control this effect. However, it became clear that this would take more time, so she decided she would work on it from time to time. For now, she decided to move on to practicing other things. She psychically instructed Neysa to keep his eyes closed for the time being. Vara practiced her shapeshifting, trying to take on a few different forms, varying from regular human females to different-looking suaven. ****** The wizard nodded. ****** The Captain seemed disappointed. |
Kressidia had the wolves taken to the gate, making sure there were ample guards just in case the wolves got opportunistic, and then addressed them one final time. "Those who wish to stay, stay with me, those who wish to return to their packs, inform your pack leaders that I wish for a meeting in ten sunsets. I will wait for you then outside the walls with my own pack." She opened the cages, making a sweeping motion with her arms. "Go now in peace, and tell them of Kressidia, the Wolf Queen." ****** Looking into the mirror, she tried to follow what Nelly said similarly to teleportation; think of where you want to go, then will that you are there. As such, she thought of what she wanted to look like, and then willed that she was that. Her early attempts frustratingly failed to bear much fruit, save changing the skin tone of the tips of her fingers for a brief second on what seemed like her one millionth attempt. However, it was possible, it would just take some practice. ****** The wizard nodded. ****** Nelly sighed, and then shook her head. |
Almost every wolf ran off. A few remained, seemingly content with Kressidia, while others turned to face her, seemingly intent on killing and/or challenging her. There were four of these wolves, and - as was the way of the wolves - they first turned to face each other, fighting for the right to challenge Kressidia in a sort of tournament. ****** Vara was indeed frustrated; she had hoped for a little more progress since the last few times she tried shapeshifting, but something was better than nothing. With nothing else to do, she decided to continue practicing for several hours until it came time to prepare for dinner. ****** The wizard nodded. ****** "I see...well...the other group you mentioned...Aerlanicans? I presume that those are the same people that we picked up on this very planet - er, on the planet we were going to, at least. They seem to be good people, and have helped us greatly in the War." |
Kressidia waited, and motioned for the guards and the wolves maintaining in Kressidia's company to not intervene. She watched intently, looking at the wolves and their mannerisms, seeing how they fought, looking for any flaws and weaknesses. ****** Practice she did, and while more progress was made, it was still not any breakthroughs like she would have hoped; every time she focused, she was merely presented with the form Iblion had changed her into on request of the Royal Emperor. Dinner time had arrived, and Neysa was still following Vara's orders. ****** "Some sort of place...it...was strange...there was some sort of grey mist obscuring everything, and I could not tell if it was some form of cave or chamber, but whatever it was it had a noticeable effect on her." Spencer commented as he produced some decently clean rags from his pockets and began binding his wounds. "I was unaffected by it for some reason, so it is reasonable to conclude that it either only affects sorcerers, or it cannot affect those with celestial aspects to them. Which begs the question; why would Delegata imprison Alena...sorry...Ameli, in a place where she herself was tortured by the surroundings." Alena nodded. ****** Nelly shrugged. "Wait...How did the Aerlanicans get to that planet? did you see some of their ships go to it?" |
Duels between wolves were relatively simple, coming down to a handful of factors: aggressiveness, strength, speed, endurance, toughness, and size. All the wolves that were fighting were rather agressive, which made sense given that they were willing to fight rather than let someone else lead. They varied in size and strength, though the smallest one of the group was also notably the fastest, able to strike and dodge with greater success, if only to lesser effect. The fights did not last long enough for anyone to lose due to endurance, but with the winner decided amongst those who would challenge Kressidia, Kressidia knew that - by wolf custom - there was to be a rest period before the challenger faced Kressidia. Of course the challenger could not wait too long - that would be a sign of weakness and cowardice. But, the fights had been intense, and it might be hours or even a day before the challenger came forth to challenge Kressidia. The challenger was the largest and oldest wolf out of all of them. His body was covered in scars, and he had proven to be quite resilient against the other wolves' attacks. His right eye was injured, seemingly by whatever had lacerated his face years ago, though it was uncertain whether that eye was completely blind or only severely impaired. Other than that, there was little in the way of weaknesses - at least, nothing that had been revealed in battle with the other wolves. It would be a difficult fight. Despite Kressidia's wolf form being larger than a true viper wolf, she was about the same size as this hellhound before her. Hatred filled and fueled him, and he might not spare Kressidia's life should she lose. ****** Vara released him from her psychic orders and left him to do as he pleased for now, though she nudged his mind to prefer to stay in this room. If he really wished to leave, he could, but now he was less likely to decide to do that. Vara did not want to outright control his actions too much, as that could be more suspicious, so she was relying on suggestions, on keeping him happy. After all, it was easier to tell the truth than cover it up, and it was better to get him to do as she wished by his own volition. Vara showered and put on a nice dress, one which she had received as a gift from the other suaven. The dress was dark green and had long sleeves and a high neck. It was a short dress, leaving her tail to poke out the bottom. Now ready for dinner, Vara went to meet with Erwin. ****** "I would like to learn more about this strange place, will you show me where it is? And I am curious, what makes you think that Sorcerer Delegata once suffered there?" ****** "Ships? No, they didn't seem to have ships. Let me think...I believe they said someone brought them there...it may have been these Tyramonians, I don't quite recall." |
Kiki gives a cheeky smile. “Of course. I am your queen after all.” Connie shakes her head. “For once I envy Carissa for never having to grow up.” “…Really?” Carissa gives him just about the saddest look he’s ever seen. “I won’t be alone?” “Okay.” Wendy sits down at the table and stares curiously at Brian. Jay nods. “That sounds perfect. I’m looking forward to seeing more of your country.” “Thank you.” Kiki nods and straps Blue into her car seat. Taking it in stride, she takes the bottle of apple juice and feeds a little to Blue, who accepts it after squirming for a moment. Then the Queen sits down in her own seat and buckles her seat belt. |
Next to the two was a balding old man, slim, and a somewhat buff man behind a desk with a gruff voice. "...Alright, what is it?" "YUNE'S GONNA GET NUKED WITH THE POWER OF A LIGHT BEAM AND A TON OF PEOPLE ARE GONNA DIE AND-" This nearly shocked the other man out of his seat, but van Bamber simply sighed. "...What? Light beam with the power of a nuke?" ******************************* Milutin blushed. "Thanks, guys. You're all pretty cool too. I mean, dating three cute, smart, determined girls...don't really know how I got in this situation. Not that I'm particularly complaining though." He grins smugly. "You guys got classes today?" ******************************* "Not exactly a sna-" He stops himself. "Close enough for the specific purpose. I still have a decent amount of canned food from Galliadurm, as well as some...very old antiques that aren't the most sentimental. My pack truly is wondrous in its holding capabilities-nevertheless we can trade these for more food if need be, or if you don't like green beans and beef stew." ******************************* She walks to the front desk, blushing in embarassment. "I'm here to help clean the library. I'm happy to do any work needed." "You don't have to ask me twice." He says, pulling out a switchblade and looking to his group. "Could you all leave? When our day arrives you will be alerted." "What are we taking?" The limo lurches forward for a moment before speeding off, at a speed comfortable enough to stay stationary but in a sense of "musn't be too slow here", and the city of Banderviss was quite beautiful, feeling like a metropolis that had ivy growing off of nearly every building-as if it was a college campus that became a city. |
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