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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2018 9:09 am
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 ✘ Ashlyn "The Empress Of The Fallen" Winters | Location ✦ Minion Island, Black Pearl, Her Room -> The Town, Streets | Company ✦ Galand, Morgana, and Sagume ✘
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"And please just save me, if you can.
From my blasphemy in my wasteland.
How did I get here, and what went wrong.
Couldn't handle forgiveness, now I'm far beyond gone.
And I can hardly remember, the look of my own eyes.
How could I love this, my life so dishonest.
It made me compromise."
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2018 8:26 pm
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The buzz of their wings flapping, the sound of screams as people fled, or were eaten alive. The sound of her own sobbing as was drowned out by it all. "Make it stop...oh god make it stop..." She muttered to herself as the buzzing sounds only got louder in her ears as the insects seemed to calm down and stay closer to her again. She coughed out, turning away from the nasty puddle before her as she tried hopelessly to cover her ears. The sound alone was an unbearable reminder to the fact that these things had crawled out from under her very own skin and she was on the verge of throwing up a second time from it as she was on her knees, shaking before something broke the noise. “What. Happened.”
She froze, looking up to see the man she had run into earlier and her whole body tensed up from his presence and imposing aura. He looked incredibly angry at her. The look in his eyes. He wanted to kill her. Just like that b***h. She reactively fell backwards, crawling back from him fearfully as she sobbed. Before she could even say anything in her defense, villagers were screaming out their windows to the man, calling her a devil and excluding the part where they had gone and attacked her first. "N-N-No! I-I didn't...I mean they...it's...it's not my fault!" She stumbled over her words, heart pounding in her chest almost painfully as she had no idea what was even happening now. Though as she tried to argue back pathetically, the woman he had been carrying got down and tried speaking to her in a much calmer tone. She looked up at her tearfully and scared. "I...I don't know how!! I don't even know how I made it happen I'm sorry!!" She looked up, seeing a hand offered to her and she pulled away, still anxious and terrified as she was asked for an explanation.
"It...it just...h-happened...! " She tried frantically to speak, not even sure what had happened fully herself. "They...they assumed I was some kind of devil and threw lups of snow at me and then rocks and...and..." She looked to the side, hands gripping at her own arms tighter. "they hit me somewhere that hurt a lot and...suddenly...they just started...coming...out of my...body..." She was visibly repulsed, tears still streaking her face as she tried not to vomit again. "S-Someone...forced me to eat a fruit...one of the cursed ones and...I think that's why...but...I can't control it! " She really had no clue at all how she'd even begin to try and do something like that exactly. The fact that they had come out and reacted defensively on their own didn't help as it almost implied she would have no control at if she tried. She looked at the man and woman, the whole incident not even giving her a chance to notice that the adorable furry thing could talk as she sat there shaking, the cold really starting to effect her still bare legs as she shivered from that as well. "Just...don't hurt me I-I'm sorry..." She nearly whimpered, currently at her lowest ever now and very much at risk of two possible extremes. A life of severe depression and self loathing...or one filled with a very much rightly justified anger at her lot in this life.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 7:38 pm
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sᴛʀ: 000 | sᴘᴅ: 250 | ᴅᴇғ: 000 | ᴘʀᴡ: 345 || ʜᴘ: 990 | ᴛsᴛᴀ: 600 | sᴘɪ: 178
[ Once again, it had come time. No matter where he goes, even his own home, it seems like would would have Galand stain his hands in blood. Though barely, he’s able to contain his grip around Ashlyn, so that he doesn’t harm her in his arms. The strain of keeping himself physically in check serves to only frustrate him more. His glare looms over the poor girl who just wants out of this horrible situation just as much as he. Galand’s jaw tenses as he grits his teeth behind closed lips. His mind wanders about, thinking back to his own foolishness. He knew. He KNEW. This person would be trouble! She’s an outsider, he found her in the bloody woods, and yet still! His foolishness known so bounds, but this time, yes...this time, he can fix this. He gets close to lifting a foot until he feels a bop on his head, dancing in motion with the voice of his feline companion. “You need to slow down…” His eyes widen to this as Morgana leaps down. And with her descent, a sudden weight slams down on his body. Enough so that he has to brace himself to stay in check.
In surprise, he can only so much as stare to the girl sitting on the ground in terror now, possibly making an even scarier face than before from this random restriction upon his person. Only when Morgana continues does he frown and visibly grit. “But she…” Only with the soft touch of Ashlyn’s hands cupping his cheeks does he slowly give it up. After exhaling, he gently sets her down and falls back to silence. His arms cross as he waits for the white haired one to explain herself, and by the gods it better be good. At the very least, for her sake, Morgana and Ashlyn seem to be a lot more verbally capable presently, and obviously able to keep the brooding male in check. For a time, her explanation held no meaning to him. Just base excuses wrapped in panic. Possibly just a weave of lies to get herself out of a bad spot, but once she speaks on being force fed a cursed fruit does his interest peak. Once the girl begs for her life, Galand sighs.
He goes to walk closer to her, in attempts to clear the distance she had crawled back to earlier. But as he goes to move his leg, he feels an obscene amount of weight halting him. He’s forced to put strength into it just to move, but move he does, stomping down into the wood. An act that possibly makes him appear a lot more upset than he actually is. He’d stare down for a few moments before dropping onto a knee with a resounding thud. The villagers, excited to see Galand’s fury, cheers him on into killing her. Saying things like, crush her head, or snap her like devil she is. But instead of meeting their expectations, he snatches the girl up from her collar and slowly stands, lifting her from the ground as he does so.
“So what you’re saying is, these bugs are your doing after all. That, they come from some fruit power, right?” His voice is low and focused, as if trying to force back rage.
“Then focus. Look me in the eyes, and hear my words. Up until now, your powers have been acting to protect you. Protect its new body. That means your body--your instincts are in control. Not you. So all you need to do is tell them ‘that’s enough, come back’. Tell them to stop! Take the damn reigns back into your hands! Prove that you’re sorry! And do it now, because if so much as one more of my people get hurt-!” he pauses, feeling the weight pressure him again, before releasing his hold on her collar, and dropping her back down into the snow. Once more he finds himself staring down at the girl, breathing a lot more heavily than before. Be it from the pressure, or the adrenaline. Whatever the case, something needs to be done before another person gets hurt here. ]
Traits: Primary Weapon: Sword x Rokushiki x Life Return | Perk: Master | Alliance: Pirate | Fruit: Quake
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 9:06 pm
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Morgana Laporte
XXX Peering over his shoulder, Morgana was surprised to see that Galand was able to cross his arms, her ears twitching slightly. "..oh..?" This was the first time she'd seen it; someone not completely paralyzed the initial use of her abilities. And it wasn't something small like a twitch of his finger! He could walk! This man, whoever he was, was far more resilient than she had been expecting. Interesting! What was it now? Curiosity killed the cat? Ah, well, she had a few more lives. She had to know the full story. After all, that was only part of the phrase, wasn't it? Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Her own interests aside, it was inherently clear that the man she sat upon was furious with the young woman he was staring down. Her panic and pleading words were understanding, especially considering the feline had been ready to turn tail and run when she'd first stumbled upon her new companion. The explanation was a fairly simple one in Morgana's opinion and truthfully she felt her reaction was justified. If villagers had thrown snow and rocks at her she would have retaliated without any remorse as well. She'd done worse over less, after all.
At the same time.. If these villagers were important to Galand, then didn't he have a right to his own form of justice too? And the villagers themselves! Did they not deserve revenge for their fallen friends and loved ones? This was just one of the few reasons she stayed in the form she had; human problems were far too complicated. As the man spoke up again, he seemed able to force himself to be as calm as possible, but the more he went on the more his voice raised and his anger grew. Phew. Just watching him expend all that energy was making her tired. "If you can remain standing, you must be quite special." Despite the tenseness of the situation, her words came out as an amused purr. "Well, then.." How much more would it take to really hold him down? She had to know. Standing up on his shoulders and stretching, she'd once more tap him with her paws or tail, making sure to double up on areas she had already targeted before. This time after she landed in the snow she hopped up on Ashlyn's shoulder, albeit cautiously, not wanting to get strangled again. "Please do not strangle me this time.." She would have gone back to Galand, but this woman was closer to the ground and she was quite lazy. Besides, she had apologized for her assault.. "So. Is this a part of it, Galand-boy? A part of 'fixing everything' as you said you would?"
Shifting her gaze to the woman in question, Morgana tilted her head slightly. "It would be wise to do as he says, dear. Forced upon you or not this power belongs to you now." Whatever happened next, whether Galand could move despite the added weight, whether this woman would remedy the situation, all she would do now is watch how it all played out.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2018 7:37 pm
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✘ Ashlyn "The Empress Of The Fallen" Winters | Location ✦ Minion Island, The Town, Streets | Company ✦ Galand, Morgana, and Sagume ✘
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"And please just save me, if you can.
From my blasphemy in my wasteland.
How did I get here, and what went wrong.
Couldn't handle forgiveness, now I'm far beyond gone.
And I can hardly remember, the look of my own eyes.
How could I love this, my life so dishonest.
It made me compromise."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 12:17 pm
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Still very much terrified as the man looked at her, stepping closer as she backed up on reflex. She felt weak, so very weak. And yet she hated that feeling. Weakness was what had gotten her in this damned situation. As he stepped though, it was more of a stomp that made her body jolt as her attention was on him now and his words. She offered up a weak nod of confirmation as he asked her about the fruits powers. At least that was the case as far as she could guess. But then he told her what to do as he seemed to imply that control over this hideous power was natural. That she should be able to tell these damned creatures what to do if she tried hard enough. Of course she had no intention of letting them back inside of her body. No...something like that would not only be obscene, she'd like vomit twice over even trying. But she wasn't even sure where to start on this. Did she just, verbally yell at these things? Mentally? How the ******** was it supposed to work!?
As she was frantically trying to figure out how exactly this all worked, that really cute thing could apparently talk too? That was...less than expected but as far as she was concerned not the strangest happening this day still. What they said was more important. She grimaced slightly. She wanted nothing to do with this damned power. It was horrifying! And yet here she sat, all three of them telling her to just accept this freak power and try to control it. And yet, as much as she hated this power, nobody could deny that it was this far effective. Several people had been killed fairly quickly and without active intent by the supposed controller. She actually started to wonder how much destruction this power could cause if she actually desired it. These things clearly ate through buildings and flesh with ease. What if she actually could take control? Perhaps then...maybe she wouldn't be so weak anymore? Perhaps...she could stop being the fail little thing she was that couldn't fight back against her tormentors?
The seemingly terrified girl slowly steadied her breathing as best she could now, looking around at the small swarms of these hideous insects. "Come...back..." She whispered to herself, as if it would work. They simply continued flying about or crawling over the sides of a nearby building as they ignored her. She repeated her words again, this time in her head instead. But it was merely a command as she was ignored yet again. She started to get angry now. Even her own damned ******** up power didn't care to obey as she sat here, being chastised for its own actions!? She slowly managed to make herself stand up as she took in a deeper breath of the chilly air. She was cold, scared, angry, frustrated, confused. So many emotions as her hands clenched into fists. She just wanted to scream out and vent to the world as she stood there, glaring at the very things her own body created. She just had to be assertive for once right? Her one eye twitched sightly as she could feel that strange sensation of anger building up and the swarms in the air started to shift and hum louder, as if reacting to her mental state. She very reluctantly held out her arm, palm facing out as she looked at them and after a slight pause, they would all begin to fly towards her once again.
As she stood with her back to the trio, they'd notice the blood stains in her back by the left shoulder blade that had soaked through her jacket from earlier. There was also a set of buttons under that and under her right wing, as if the outfit had been modified to originally accommodate a full pair of wings at one time. Though as they would see her injured back, Sagume herself was glad she didn't have them seeing her face. She grimaced, trying her hardest not to shake or shudder as the swarms flew back to her arm, crawling up her sleeves and into her very flesh an body once again. She started to notice that she couldn't physically feel it the way she thought she would, yet the thought alone still made her feel sick as she tried not to have a baby barf this time. It would take a minute or two for the swarms to finally return to their host before she lowered her arm, her other arm reaching over to hold it before she turned about. "There..." She said, not making direct eye contact as she was still trying to process all of this, but it would be noticed that her face was less fearful than a moment ago and more lost in thought as she was trying to get a grasp of her current situation. "I'm sorry..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 7:12 am
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sᴛʀ: 000 | sᴘᴅ: 250 | ᴅᴇғ: 000 | ᴘʀᴡ: 345 || ʜᴘ: 990 | ᴛsᴛᴀ: 600 | sᴘɪ: 178
[ Galand remains stuck in place as the seal erected by Morgana presses down on his form like weights. He can only so much as look over his shoulder via his peripheral as the feline questions him and his actions. His silence would be a dead give-a-way. She’d understand, most likely. Being the smart thing that she is. Everything the man is doing presently is purely for the sake of fixing what he broke. Right now, he needs to glue together this shattered mess of a girl, and have her understand the weight of her actions now rather than have the responsibility and backlashed slammed into her face later when least expected. He never bothers to turn around as the trio’s words manage to force the one winged person into finally taking action. Especially Ashlyn who gave her just a bit more gentler lip service than Galand himself. The only thing that seems off is Ashlyn’s sudden desire to have things move a bit faster, since normally she’s a lot more patient. Especially with delicate situations like that.
The man specifically takes note of this, faintly turning his head in the direction of the woman behind him. But only but an inch could be made, as merely attempting the most simple of actions, even a mere twitch, have become infinitely more difficult to manage. His body strains and his teeth grit firmly while he fights against the weight. What had Morgana done?! For even Galand to be reduced to this sorry state, sealed in placed by her whims, it serves to remind him of his helplessness of those horrible days in confinement. The very thoughts that urges him into trying harder. He couldn’t do anything then, but this time he’d definitely make a difference. So with every ounce of strength in his person, he manages to turn himself halfway, to watch the bug girl overcome herself, and calm back her swarms as the last moment. After, he listens, remaining still to regain his strength. Just, listens.
All around the people of the village or either criticising her, expressing their fears and delusions, or whispering their seething hatred at the loss of their allies. Despite the girl’s headway, despite having heard her issue, it didn’t matter to them. She is, in the end, a murderer or their family and friends. Galand, unable to stand this any further, strains his body even more than before. Every movement is like carrying a ship above his head. He’s trained, dealing with various weighted materials, but this is on a whole different scale. It’s all he has just to be able to fully turn around, let alone lift his legs to take a step. He does so awkwardly, however, and makes it to the girl. With one clunky movement, one that’d likely look as if he’s planning to strike her, he’d grab her by the wrist and pull her along to the village square.
“The parasites have been called back into their nest! This is over! Worry not about this girl, I will personally deal with her!” he starts, looking around with a strained face, and sweat rolling down the sides of his head.
“You all need to bury those who fell here today! Give them peace, knowing that their murderer will suffer for this, with all the remaining days of her fleeting life!” he roars out, more aggressively this time. Ensuring that all villagers present would surely hear. And with that very response, they all begin to slowly step out the doors hesitantly, moving over to the corpses of their friends or loved ones. This day will surely act as another blow to Galand’s pride. Just another stain he’ll have to carry on his mantle. “We’re going back to the ship, and then, you have some explaining to do...Ashlyn.” he says, looking back at the woman, breathing a lot heavier than before now. ]
Traits: Primary Weapon: Sword x Rokushiki x Life Return | Perk: Master | Alliance: Pirate | Fruit: Quake
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 10:38 am
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Morgana Laporte
XXX Now that the woman named Ashlyn was no longer trying to squeeze the life from her, Morgana found her to be quite pleasant, even purring quietly when she was scratched behind the ears. The manner of her speaking was brought up again, which the feline supposed was understandable. It was one way in which she threw humans off guard after all. "It is quite simple, truthfully. You see, I-" She was pulled from her explanation as her attention was grabbed by the sudden return of the vicious insects, watching with morbid curiosity as they disappeared into the girl's clothing. Though she had seen quite a few grotesque things in her lifetimes, Morgana was suddenly thankful that of all the fruits she had consumed, it had not been that one. Swiveling her head behind her at the same time Ashlyn did, she narrowed her eyes at the crumbled remains of what had once been a building, muscles tensing. Though she did not know what it was, something was over there, and it gave off a similarly threatening aura to the one Galand currently exuded. "I agree with Ashlyn-dear. We should depart."
For a few moments, she kept her gaze fixated on the building, glancing toward Galand as he moved over to the girl. Wait, moved?! Just how stubborn could one man be?! If she had been surprised by his ability to continue on before, she was simply awestruck now. What an interesting group she had stumbled upon. Listening to his words, Morgana wondered just what sort of punishment he intended to inflict upon the frightened girl, but she could be patient. After all, this was apparently part of his plan to fix everything. Until he asked her to, she would not lift the restraints she had placed upon the man, but she would not increase them for the time being either. "Indeed. The cold is insufferable." Even fluffed up and sitting on Ashlyn's shoulder it was still not warm enough for her liking. If only she could take a nap by a fireplace.. Temperature aside, she wasn't much in the mood to deal with some other kit with issues like Galand, and was eager to leave behind whatever it was that stirred in the rubble.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 2:01 pm
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✘ Ashlyn "The Empress Of The Fallen" Winters | Location ✦ Minion Island, The Town, Streets | Company ✦ Galand, Morgana, Adonis, and Sagume ✘
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"And please just save me, if you can.
From my blasphemy in my wasteland.
How did I get here, and what went wrong.
Couldn't handle forgiveness, now I'm far beyond gone.
And I can hardly remember, the look of my own eyes.
How could I love this, my life so dishonest.
It made me compromise."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 5:35 pm
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She was still confused and lost as the larger man seemed to wait and watch her finally get the damned things to listen to her. She was at the very least thankful that she couldn't actually feel them crawling around inside her skin and body or she really would have puked again. But of course the villagers weren't exactly pleased with it since by their perspective it had been entirely her fault anyways. Though as they chattered and spoke out as she tried to tune them out, the man made a sudden stride towards her. She flinched of course, putting up her hand on reflex as she had assumed he was going to hot her, only to have her wrist grabbed instead. There'd be some relief that he hadn't attacked her at least as he marched rather forcefully along with her in tow as she futilely struggled in his grasp. She certainly wasn't one for physical strength as she was dragged to the center of the town and he started making announcements to the people, as if to calm them down at first. “You all need to bury those who fell here today! Give them peace, knowing that their murderer will suffer for this, with all the remaining days of her fleeting life!”
She froze in place as what little color there was left her face, pupils dilating as she looked at him. Had he betrayed her as well? tried to make her fix things just so he could make her suffer anyways? She quickly began yanking with her arm, trying to break free after his words as she felt something crawling up her arm and she winced, mentally struggling to restrain the bugs inside of her from fighting back again. But why? If he truly intended to torment her like he claimed, then letting those parasites eat his hand clean off would certainly make escape must easier, as gruesome as that thought was. Yet she had only just managed to gain control over them a moment ago. Could she even keep them under control for such a simple task? Maybe the pain would make him release her if a few were sent out, then she could flee, perhaps creating more swarms behind her to cover her escape. She just wanted to be left alone at this point yet everyone just wanted to hurt her and it only fed into her anger. Yet before her thought process got any further, something odd happened.
A short distance away, some rubble had blasted up and a rather muscular man stepped out as she stopped struggling in Galand's grasp to look at him. Oh now what's going on!? She blinked as the man started going on about incorrect names, making her glance at Ashlyn? Asuka? She wasn't even sure honestly but the woman seemed to get between them all, trying to defend the man that had basically just promised Sagume a short life of suffering. Was she also in agreement with that claim? No she seemed kinder than that from what little time she had spent in her presence but then again who could say? But things had only just gotten more complicated from here as the man suddenly got around the woman and punched Galand, as he had released her suddenly and went flying back from the attack. The rush of wind made the girl's skirt and jacket flow in that direction briefly as she just stood there, dumbstruck as the man went over to the other girl again, completely ******** ignoring the one winged angel as Ashlyn/Asuka seemed to try defending the fluffy cute thing. She said 'kitty' so maybe that was it's name? Whatever that wasn't important right now.
What was important was that she was no longer trapped as she used her other hand to rub her wrist for a moment. The man had one hell of a grip that was for certain. But this other guy had sent him flying like it was nothing so he was clearly trouble as well. She took a step away from him as he seemed to approach the other woman and "Kitty". That's when something shocking happened. Apparently she also ate a fruit as she seemed to somehow produce little ghosts!? that flew out and exploded!? She watched as she attacked the man and he seemed to completely disregard the attack like it was nothing, making Sagume step back again as she watched. Just what the ******** is even going on!? Her eyes darted between the man, the woman, the cute furry critter, and then back towards Galand. She could escape...right now if she wanted to. And yet she couldn't bring herself to run just yet. What if she helped? Would they forgive her? Could she even be of any help anyways? She was still barely sure of how well she could control these insects, let alone use them in a fight. She swallowed nervously, taking a third step back as she waited. She wasn't even sure what she wanted to do or what was going to happen but she did know that she didn't like being too close to this man. His very presence unsettled her. Or maybe it unsettled what was inside her? She didn't like that feeling as she tried to stay off his radar for now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 6:14 pm
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sᴛʀ: 000 | sᴘᴅ: 250 | ᴅᴇғ: 000 | ᴘʀᴡ: 345 || ʜᴘ: 990 | ᴛsᴛᴀ: 600 | sᴘɪ: 178
[ Fear. That sickening emotions practically pooling from every pore of Ashlyn’s body. Was it due to him, or was there something else still on this island capable of harming his crewmates. He ignores her trembling for now, choosing to move towards the ship as he had previously ordered, only to see a large chunk of rubble launch from the remains of the leveled house. His movements comes to a halt as he keeps a firm grip on the angel’s wrist. He had thought to take her away from this place, before the villagers had their violent way with her--likely resulting in crucification. But now, that’ll have to change. His gaze slowly shifts over to the burly guy stepping out of the broken residence, going on about Ashlyn or Asuka. Whatever. The problem is whoever the man turns out to be, his mere presence is enough to bring out a side of Ashlyn the Captain has never seen before. A side he never wanted to see. Her trembling in fear, barely able to hold herself together before an insurmountable force. So then why? Why the hell is she standing in front of him?
Galand frowns, progressively diving into an even worse mood now. “Look pal, I don’t know who the hell you are, but you better leave my girl alo-” Bam. Before he can finish, his body is barely able to brace itself before a fist comes into contact with his face. On instinct, he releases his grip on the angel’s wrist so as to not take her where he’s going too. And that would be through several buildings before crashing into the last, causing the structure to collapse in on itself, and atop of him. Though his anger, he remains lying there. Staring up at the large section of wood hanging over his body, being supported purely by his right arm. The left covering the head of a woman and her child. “...One after the other. Time after time. All of you bastards, immediately after walking up to me… Just immediately attacking! YOU TRYING TO PISS ME OFF?!” he roars, his right air faintly flashing a grim visage, but promptly returning to normal. The harm embracing the family slides from beneath them as he relocates it into raising the massive beam of wood.
With the dreadful levels of weight pressing down on him, it’s all Galand can do to lift the structure up--a feat he could have easily done otherwise. With it hoisted over his shoulder, his eye locks onto the man in the distance, seen through the holes in the buildings. With a large grunt, Galand launches the pillar like a harpoon, dropping to his knees afterwards due to Morgana’s overbearing ability straining the entirety of his form. A vein visibly pulses amidst the middle of his brows and up his forehead as he pants, absolutely livid at this point. Good thing he can’t make any quakes. ]
Traits: Primary Weapon: Sword x Rokushiki x Life Return | Perk: Master | Alliance: Pirate | Fruit: Quake
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 5:30 am
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Morgana Laporte
XXX Truthfully, Morgana really couldn’t get mad at the group for taking their time. It is what she had told Galand after all: “slow down”. Unfortunately in this case, both she and Ashlyn were aware that there was some sort of ticking time bomb counting down as the man grabbed the creator of all this calamity and dragged her to the center of the town. Oh well. At least the civilians of the village seemed a little more content with the horrible situation now that they knew their “attacker” was going to suffer until she died. It was strange, wasn’t it? That humans got satisfaction in knowing others were in pain? Not that Morgana was one to judge; she was all for people getting what they deserved. Clearly though, the one winged woman was quite panicked, for reasons that she could understand well. There were very few in this world that actually wished to lose their lives, and Galand certainly didn’t give off a gentle aura. Still, his current demeanor was just a mere fraction of the anger and bloodlust she’d been a witness too before, and the feline was even more grateful now that she’d placed her restraints on him.
That was, of course, until someone burst forth from the rubble of the building they’d been worrying over. Despite her distaste for the cold, Morgana hopped off of Ashlyn’s shoulder and into the snow below, watching the man approach the group. Clearly he knew the woman, though he claimed her name was Asuka. It didn’t really bother the feline what name the woman went by, especially considering she barely knew her in the first place. If she had given up her old name in an attempt to distance herself from people like this man, then she could certainly be sympathetic to that. Though Ashlyn tried to get the stranger to focus on her, he was quick to bypass her, running to punch Galand instead. It was a feat that only served to highlight just how strong this man was, considering how heavily Galand was weighed down currently. Despite this, he was sent flying back, crashing through buildings, and Morgana hissed quietly at the sight, her tail swishing back and forth. She hadn’t known Galand long either, but he was a good meal ticket, and she didn’t appreciate this upstart ruining her potentially cozy life!
Even though she was injured, Ashlyn stepped in and began attacking, sending strange ghost creatures that exploded in the man’s face. That was more than enough excitement she needed for one day. Intriguing as her power was, Morgana was more focused on the opening it provided her. It took only a couple of explosions for her to get the rhythm down, and she timed her attack with the next one. Darting in between their opponent’s legs, the feline brushed her tail against his left calf, turning and scratching him twice before running off again. The more weight she could stack the better, but she was in no mood to get tossed around by this monster. By now at least, he’d have much more difficulty moving his left leg, as each of her touches had exponentially added more weight to that specific target. If he was anything like Galand - and he had just sent the man flying - he could likely carry on, but at least he would be slowed down and off balance.
Speaking of the boy, he had been so kind as to have launched his attack at a perfect opportunity. Between the bombs, the weight, and the beam of wood launched at him, it would be interesting to see just how much punishment this man could take. A brief glance was sent the way of the winged woman, who seemed confused at her role in all this. Would she help a man who had threatened her, or run to save herself? There would be no judgement on Morgana’s end at least, she was simply... curious.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2018 1:39 pm
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✘ Ashlyn "The Empress Of The Fallen" Winters | Location ✦ Minion Island, The Town, Streets | Company ✦ Galand, Morgana, Adonis, and Sagume ✘
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"And please just save me, if you can.
From my blasphemy in my wasteland.
How did I get here, and what went wrong.
Couldn't handle forgiveness, now I'm far beyond gone.
And I can hardly remember, the look of my own eyes.
How could I love this, my life so dishonest.
It made me compromise."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2018 11:59 am
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All the shouting, the arguing, the fighting...the chaos. How did she even get into this damned situation anyways!? She took yet another step back from the group without really thinking about it as the woman with two names and Kitty seemed to try dealing with this shirtless monster of a man. She still wasn't sure what she should be doing here. Help one party? Flee? Wait? She hated this place already. She wanted to go back home but she had not a single clue ho to even try doing that. Of course she wasn't exactly sure she'd be safe doing that either. Dammit...what should I even do here? She looked around as the fighting continued before she was snapped from her thoughts by a voice yelling at her, telling her to run. She looked up, blinking as it was the woman with the strange ghost power was trying to make her leave as she attacked the other man. Yet just after, the woman was suddenly struck by a large piece of lumber as Sagume reached out on reflex in worry. Her fingers closing into a fist as she felt so god damned weak and helpless again while the burly men started going at it.
The attacker was still completely ignoring her however, which was good as she seemed to run over towards wherever the other woman had been sent flying from the attack. She froze in place as she tried to run over to her, feeling her legs freeze up at first. She looked down, her own body refusing to act as she looked around. The other man was busy ripping a ******** building in half as he seemed busy with trying to fight Galand and she was here, stuck in fear and indecision as people got hurt. Yet why should she care. She barely knew them. And the one man seemed to want to hurt her if he survived. She clenched her fists, shaking as she wanted to just scream out all of her damned frustration to the world, fists shaking besides her head as she looked down before something crawled up her sleeve. She flinched slightly on reflex as she looked at it and blinked. She actually recognized this one unlike the parasites that had been produced before. This one appeared on the Vearth, but usually only during summer months. She looked at it as he stayed upon her wrist as she opened her hand, it moved to her palm. What if... She looked back over to the men fighting and their ridiculous actions, then back to the small bug on her hand.
She wanted to stop being useless, and she wanted to actually try and get some better control of this weird power of hers as she looked at the man named Adonis. She looked a bit nervous still as she held out her hand as he was far too busy dealing with Galand to care about her. The small bug maybe an inch or two long at most flew out through the air and would soon enough plant itself into his hair, just besides his ear, hooking in with its legs firmly. She suddenly felt her legs moving now as she managed to rush herself towards Ashlyn, holding her hands over her ears. Cover your ears! She yelled to Ashlyn and Kitty in warning because the moment her little bug landed upon the man's hair, it did what she had wanted to do a moment ago. A shrill, high pitch shrieking that would make people think of Summer would happen as the Cicada made its native sound, only with far greater intensity than normal. In fact due to both the sheer intensity and proximity to his ear, it would be a miracle of Adonis' eardrum didn't blow out from inside his skull. Aside from the likely bleeding and pain, he'd be deafened in that ear as well as left entirely unbalanced and even left feeling nauseous and sick. If he didn't throw up from it, he'd be feeling some vertigo and likely have his entire ability to fight properly compromised.
Even through her hands Sagume winced in pain from her own 'attack' as she tried to run away from the direction of Adonis and Galand. She's reach out and grab Ashlyn's wrist, helping pull her to her feet and get her to run away with her. "Let's go...!" She wasn't even sure what she was doing at this point or why but she couldn't stand the whole 'standing there and being pathetic' thing as she just knew that the one guy was a huge threat and right now Ashlyn and Kitty weren't seemingly her enemies so she figured that she should help them get away as well. Maybe if they were lucky, the sonic cicada scream would turn things enough in favor of Galand to help the girls and Kitty make their escape from the battle.
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