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[artisticalTay]

[fieldbox="Lumen/Aegis, goldenrod, dotted"][imga]http://i64.tinypic.com/23trslf.png[/imga][fieldbox="Status, #007fff, dashed"]Current Mission: Go somewhere quieter
Where am I?: The auditorium
With whom?: A lot of people, specifically Saku (@FrostedCaramel ) and Storm (@Dao Ma )
And how do I feel?: Anxious, slightly relieved.[/fieldbox][spacer]There was certainly a lot going on, and Adela could hardly keep up. The eccentricity of the more outspoken agents was overwhelming, and the regret of coming to this event had fully set in. But now she was here, and leaving now on her own would just make her look like an idiot in her opinion. "This was a mistake." She released a breath that she didn't know she was holding and she grabbed a small cake from the food table, taking a bite. It was the one thing that gave her comfort right this moment.
[spacer]As Nike blared her announcements over the speaker, the girl nearly jumped at the mention of her name seeing that she was being passed by two familiar higher-ups: Saku and Storm. "O-Oh…! Um, sure…" Without too much thought she agreed. At least now she had a viable excuse for leaving. She followed the other two as the loud crashing sound of speakers and a cart echoed throughout the auditorium. Her arms instinctively went into Sword-and-Shield-Battle-Position for a second until she realized she didn't have her gear. A thought crossed her mind briefly about how naked she felt before turning back around and continuing on her way, hoping no one says anything about that short moment of weakness.[/spacer][/spacer][spacer]
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[rissa]

mara l'ysandar

dogwood

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INTERACTIONS | MENTIONS

• Atticus - @Tarieles
• Seier - @Mars Walker
• Kent - @Sanctus
• Sparky - @Fallen Star
• Nike - @The Red Sage
• Sable - @Tarieles
• Venn - @Dao Ma
• Hexa - npc

"Oi, Murrah. Mum. Mari- MARA...I think tha' fucker there's a good frien'. Good drinken' bud!"

Smiling at Seier's word blunder, she listened attentively as the young woman continued on. Her jaw nearly dropped when she revealed a secret--probably the secret of her life. Frowning at those gathered, suddenly uncomfortable at the exchange, she poured Seier a glass of water and pushed it towards her, though through the chaos and commotion that was unfolding, it'd be a wonder if the girl would see it.

But before she could focus on anything Mara felt a tingling sensation run down the length of her arms and she glanced up, towards the center of the auditorium where something was happening. Before she could release her building sigh the lights shut off, momentarily, before being replaced with dancing lights and thumping music.

"HEEEELLO, INVICTUS! Your FAAAAVORITE radio personality and most amazing newly ordained as of this morning Senior Agent Nike Deschain here, ready to help all you folks keep it hoppin' at this happening! Today I have the great pleasure of being accompanied by the Energizer Bunny of the twenty-second century, GAAABRIEL BARANIQ!"

"I think it's time I retire for the night…" Mara mumbled under her breath, pushing her chair out from underneath the table and finishing her drink in one last pull. Just as she stood, however, her phone buzzed in her pocket, alerting her to a notification. She glanced up at the newcomers from before--Kent and Sparky, before reading the message.

RE: Hexa
Olly's running a bit of a fever. I've given her some meds' so don't worry, just thought I'd let you know. She's been doing that weird thing again… Mara, it might be time you talk to Venn.

Mara felt her stomach clench, glancing around the auditorium with blank but instinctive eyes. She scanned, contemplated her friend's message, and zoned away from the flashing lights, the loud music, and the sound of several conversations. After awhile something drew her back to the present…

"Ay, speakers all got magnets in 'em, should I fuck wit 'em?"

"That's probably not the best course of action--" Mara groaned softly, eyeing Atticus and Seier, the latter of whom stood suddenly, trekked a drunken three mile journey in a few steps, and then almost blew them all to pieces by opening and sending Atticus through an unstable portal. Mara frowned, standing just before she thought the portal was about to collapse--as if she could do anything to stop it--and frowned even harder at Seier when she managed to hold it together and spit Atticus out of whatever neon dimension she'd created.

Facepalming, Mara scooted her chair back once more, attempting to free herself from the mixer at long last. However, Nike's second trick of the night came to life, and she stared dumbfounded at the stadium-sized projection in the middle of the auditorium. She watched inquisitively as the woman visibly shivered and frowning, finally stood, unwilling to handle it any longer.

"Seier," Mara said softly but sternly, "If you need assistance getting to your quarters, let me know." She glanced over at Atticus who mentioned going to the bathroom and nodded approvingly. "Try not to fall in."

Offering goodbyes to Sparky and Kent, she waited for Seier's response by glancing into the crowd, searching for the infamous "Crimson Daddy." She'd see what he wanted and then see to her baby girl.

 

[Fallen Star]

Sparky Quinn
Mentions: Atticus, Drago, Mara, Nike, Seier, White
Interactions: Kent(@Sanctus)​

With everything going on at the mixer, Sparky began understanding that he was in for one hell of ride during his time here at the Texas branch. Last he remembers, the New York branch was never this lively. What the Demigod wasn't expecting however, was to see a fucking football stadium sized screen suddenly appear and the announcement of new rookies and transfers broadcasted to everyone. Sparky is still a fairly new transfer himself which means….. Yep, there it is. His face and name being one of many to pop up. Well, that's great. Now every agent here basically knows who he is and it's only a matter of time before people start giving him generic welcomes or whatever. Something that he screwed up on his own all throughout the New York schools with each of his fights. Each one caused more and more people to fear him rather than the bastards who actually caused trouble to begin with, which meant Sparky made less and less friends as time went on. At one point, nobody even dared to give him a warm welcome to one of the schools, let alone a simple wave. It was something that seriously stung deep down.

But those kinds of stings is what keeps the Demigod to keep pushing forward… To try and try again.

He didn't want to be seen as an outcast because that only meant failure. Something Sparky wasn't the biggest fan of. It's how he got himself this far in INVICTUS already… A Junior agent. Doing whatever it took to be recognized and respected as someone and not a nobody. He puts others before him no matter the situation and wants to be able to forge some sort of bond with people. Whether that is friendships, rivalries, or a relationship even. Though, that last part seems very far for Sparky as he has very little experience in that department. He remembers that he caught the attention of a few girls from different schools, but never had the time of day to actually do anything. Plus, Sparky thought they were only being nice. Who would honestly put up with a guy like this Demigod?

Anyway…

Sparky's amethyst eyes watched as Atticus sabotaged not only the speakers, but the rest of the cart as well which was going to cause one nasty spill. See now, if Sparky had done the sabotaging himself… Shit would've ended in complete flames rather than just everything falling over. The Demigod is glad he avoided that disaster though now… Atticus didn't look too well. A little green in the face don't you think? That trip through the portals must've been one hell of a doozy because Sparky's name twin looked like he was about to hurl everything he's got in his stomach. Meanwhile, a woman had joined up with the group as she was trying to assist Atticus it seemed. The Demigod took a few steps forward and gave a single pat on Kent's shoulders, keeping his eyes on Atticus still. "Kent was it?.... Let me know if our fellow New Yorker will be-.." Sparky stopped himself halfway through his sentence as something sent extreme chills down his spine.

Someone… Rather, a couple had entered into the slowly ending mixer party and one of them was giving off something fierce. A presence that Sparky never felt before in his entire young life. What the hell was that?! All of his hairs on his head were standing up while amethyst hues were quickly scanning the entire room before they finally landed on the man who was just bolstering with an immense presence. Sparky turned cold for a hot minute as he just stared at the male. Who or what in the unholy world was he? Someone Sparky shouldn't piss off or a pick a fight with. That's who. There are times the Demigod wishes he couldn't sense other people like this. Before there is even a chance to be caught staring, Sparky brings his attention back to Kent and Atticus.

"Will be.. Uh.. Right… Let me know if he will be alright. I'm sure you and I will cross paths again… You can tell me then. I'm ducking on out of here." And Sparky has good reason to do so. Not only was the small performance basically brought to a forceful close, but he remembers spotting two people who looked like they were about to get into a fist fight. No thanks. Sparky wants no part of that. He caught the goodbye gesture from the other female who was hanging around Seier and Atticus before Sparky and Kent arrived earlier. He's quick to throw up the deuces finger sign towards her and Seier as his way of saying goodbye as well before making his own exit with his electrifying gifts. This time, in a more controlled manner, the Demigod's body became completely engulfed with lightning, making him look like a walking light bulb. He did indeed become a lightning bolt because within a blink of an eye, Sparky was gone from his original spot and now outside the auditorium, standing in the hallway to let his lightning flicker away. This Demigod was retiring to his own space for the time being.

 

[The Red Sage]

✘ . VIGDIS REYES
Department of Fieldwork
New Recruit

[[ Here: Auditorium || Crew: @SoulwroughtOfTerra (Sorin), @ShiroKiyoshi (Rostam) || Mood: Dangerous || Song: Caffeine ]]

E yebrows slowly rose in a mixture of surprise and amusement. From what she could gather from what this young man was saying, he in fact did know her - or at least of her - from the NYC branch. Th fact that she was well known enough to be called out not only by codename, but by her birth name, tickled her in many a way. Vigdis enjoyed being a little infamous. Furthering this feeling was the young man's attempt at pulling the box from her hold. She had to admit, the guy had a pretty impressive grip strength. A melee fighter? Personal hobby training? Naturally just so? All these possibilities and more just caused Vigdis's grin to creep even further across her face. Damn she was good at picking them.

As she was mulling over what to do, a cacophany of a commotion pulled her attention away for just a few moments. It wasn't hard to tell what was happening. Someone had entered the room with what seemed the intent to liven up this dullard of a mixer. That was something that Vigdis could appreciate in its totality. In fact, she could say that whoever was responsible for the spectacle had a similar goal to herself. Vigdis could just feel the blood in her veins beginning to race faster.

Unfortunately, it was during that time that someone had decided to make their way over and mess with her fun. It was the strange scent that drew Vigdis back to her current conquest, mossy green eyes following as a third form wove his way under the outstretched box and away from the two. Familiarity. What species was he? Her questions were further followed up as she looked underneath the box. There, suspended literally mid-air, were the donuts, hovering just beyond the hole that had been ripped in the bottom of the box. Instead of outrage though, Vigdis gave an entertained cackle. "You sneaky little fuck!"

Then, all the hell she had been hoping to let loose began to do so without her turning the key. She had only been partially paying attention to whatever was being announced along with the music, but it had been enough to hear of the chaos as it began. The sound of metal being scraped along with the screaming of speakers gave procession to the sudden crashing of it all. A quick glance back to that side of the room came to show just what Vigdis had already deduced: Someone had messed up the speakers. The display of vandalism was the last bit of fuel that Vigdis needed to set her mentality on fire, that very flame reflecting in her gaze as she turned the burning hunger onto the young man before her as she then released the donut box from her grasp.

"Smi mens jernet er varmt."

With that line Vigdis lifted one foot, and with very little restraint, drove her foot forward into the chest of the donut bearer.

 

[The Wanderer]

Daniel Collins

Daniel had maintained his position against one of the walls as the events of the Mixer unfolded, although he did move closer to where the more alcoholic drinks were as the drinking game began with Seier trying to outdrink Sable, which ended poorly in Seier's favor.

Afterall, he wanted to make sure that Seier was alright after drinking that many and the potential head trauma. But from the looks of things and the intervention of other agents, it seems Seier would be alright. She might not be feeling good tomorrow. But at the very least, she'd have to take some pain relief medicine and avoid loud noises and bright lights. Either that or have Dr. White check on her.

Daniel was pulled out of his thoughts as Nike, Gabe and Yuka made their grand appearance. Minus the grand part. As evident by the near collision with the tables and having to improvise halfway through. He did have to admit, though. That they did grab everyone's attention and pull some decent poses also. Daniel would've clapped, if it wasn't for the fact he had to keep up his appearance as the quiet guy, and because it'd be awkward to start clapping then not have everyone else join in.

Though the stunt had been pulled off, it didn't last long.

As Atticus broke one of the speakers with the help of Seier. The speaker-destroyer looked a bit greener than usual, to the point he looked like the guitarist from one of Daniel's favorite British bands. But it seemed Dr. White stepped in, so Atticus would be fine.

Hopefully.

What caught Daniel's attention was the interaction between a few agents. One of whom was holding what appeared to be a box of donuts and pastries, while one was trying to take said donuts. It appeared that Rostam had decided to cut in grab a few donuts for himself. Daniel thought that with Rostam there, the matter would be settled. Whether or not the other two would be happy or not.

But when the female agent released the box and proceeded to kick the donut carrier, that was when Daniel decided to interject before more chaos unfolded.

Making his way through the crowd, he soon was in the middle of the pair.

".....I don't know what occurred between you two, but this stops....Now." He said, looking between the two. He did this to ensure that he wouldn't be mistaken to have relations to either party. As he didn't know either of them. But to get the message across that this was to end.

Daniel just hoped it wouldn't escalate further....

@The Red Sage @SoulwroughtOfTerra @ShiroKiyoshi

 

[Tarieles]

Credit to darkflames13 for template​

Matsui Yuka

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ゆか ▬▬

Location: Auditorium
Interactions: Gabe (@Dao Ma), Nike (@The Red Sage)
Mentions: Atticus, White (@Dao Ma), Auditorium Peeps

This whole situation was entirely embarrassing, as the music blasted from the speakers on a cart right next to her, Nike proudly displaying her announcing skills from atop them. Yuka had no idea what to do, so instead decided to just copy what she could sort of see Gabe was doing. She did know how to dance, but her dancing likely wasn't what was wanted at the moment. Or at least she assumed so.

Yuka surveyed the room, not entirely sure why she chose to do so. Seeing all the people staring at her made her even more nervous. Granted, they likely weren't staring at her, but rather the madwoman on the speakers and her presentation, but it still made her nervous. Finally, her eyes paused on the group near the back of the room, most of them looking sloshed. One yelled at them, something she couldn't hear but definitely saw, then returned to his table. After muttering something to the rest of them, a very... broken looking portal thing opened up in front of him, and he was pushed in. Yuka stopped moving, suddenly rather worried for the person. She gave a nervous glance towards the other two, hoping they noticed and would do something about it.

Before she could be even more concerned, the same portal opened in front of them, and out plopped the guy who was pushed in. He was covered in gross fluids and smelled... really weird. Various smells ventured over to where she stood. A larger dude came up to help him, and she assumed that was the last of the weird shit that would be happening. Unfortunately, she was wrong.

The drenched guy stood, and shoved at something. Next thing she knew, the cart and speakers were sent tumbling. It startled her, and she attempted to get away from the commotion, only to end up slipping and falling on her ass from off the top of the table. She fell backwards, hitting her head on the floor, as well as smashing her elbow when she attempted to catch herself. Nothing felt broken, but it sure hurt like hell.

"Kuso..." She muttered, rubbing the back of her head as she sat back up. She threw a glare in the direction of Atticus, only to see White coming over to help the situation. Probably for the best, the guy looked like he was gonna spew. She didn't feel so hot either, and she was definitely gonna have a couple bruises. She grumbled a bit more, looking for Tomomi. She was still patiently waiting at the table, guarding Yuka's food with her life.

Good bot.

 

[GuanYue]

Venn Charles

Venn had gotten so close to the doors, however with the recent entry of Dragovich and Sibylla, Venn had been stopped in his tracks. The overwhelming dizziness brought on nausea. It was like he had suddenly reached an incredibly high altitude and his brain couldn't get enough air. He reached out for the nearest study thing to keep himself standing.

What was this horribly strong energy? By no means was this a possession. The feeling was different. And if it was an entity trying to hijack his body, he would have felt his very soul being pushed out into an astral projected form. No, this wasn't anything like that. Someone was emanating this. Venn attempted to look around to find the source, but found being able to focus enough to do so was difficult. He needed to find it and stop it. Whatever was causing this, he needed it to stop.

The edges of his vision started to go black, but he kept looking around. Surely to other people it would look like Venn was something of a mix between incredibly confused and incredibly drunk. Finally, he was able to look directly toward the source. Everything was growing darker, and by now he could barely make out Drago's form. All he could see around the two figures was complete darkness. A void that made his body ache and his stomach twist. Even if he did want to do something about it, in his state, he was barely able to even stand.

Venn's world was growing even more dark. He was succumbing to the abrupt change in energy within the room, and he was very close to passing out. He had barely realized just who had linked arms with him and began to drag him out of the room. Context clues or a good guess would tell Venn exactly who they were. Before he knew it, he was moving. He forced one leg in front of the other, aiding the two to escort him out.

Out and away from Drago and Sibylla's space, Venn was able to start regaining himself. "Fucking... intense..." he mumbled as his head lulled forward, and he tried to reach up to touch his head, but found he was still being held. He jerked his arms a little, trying to pull away just enough to have some kind of control over himself.
​

 

[SoulwroughtOfTerra]

[fieldbox="The Fuck Did I Do To Deserve This?, purple, solid"]

'Why did I even bother coming to this?' Sorin asked himself internally as he took in his situation with Vigdis who was grinning from ear to ear. The chaos of the mixer party had only managed to increase as time continued on. The display that was being put of by one of the other agents atop some speakers went from being a impromptu dance party to some form of welcome speech for new agents? Sorin didn't quite understand what was going on there but from what he gathered, with this Nike woman claiming to be a newly sanctioned trainer, she was at the very least some sort of upper level agent. So that at least explained what was going on there.

Sorin's thought process was interrupted however by the appearance of another agent who came over to the food table where the two agents were still vying for control of the pastry box. Surely this must have looked like a trivial, childish thing to the newcomer but Sorin was not letting go on matter of principle at this point as they had all been but demanded of him. It seemed however that this person had very little intention of doing anything regarding the situation between the feuding agents and left almost as quickly as they had arrived. Not before however taking some of the pastries for themselves however. The selfish prick. He could have at the very least left the box intact.

Now Sorin had to worry about keeping the remaining confectioneries from being soiled on the floor. This however might be a simpler task done than said at this point as it would seem that whatever this interloper had done kept the remaining doughnuts afloat below the box. With a sigh of some relief Sorin tried to no avail to do as instructed and flip the box over but Vigdis would not be having it it seemed. " If you want these then at the very least we need to make sure that they don't hit the floor!" Sorin protested but it would seem that his words would fall yet again on deaf ears.

From the center of the room Sorin heard what sounds like metal grating on metal as the speaker stack began to topple, Nike and all, as it seemed that something launched them from their resting point on the cart that had brought them corralling in the first place. Sorin was distracted just long enough by the new happenings that when the tension on the box in his hands had left he didn't realize what was happening until it was to late. His head snapped back to Vigdis who's grin had grown even more, as if that were even possible, and she had her foot primed to kick him. "Don't you da...."

Sorin was cut off mid sentence by the feeling of a boot being forced into his sternum. The air that had been occupying his lungs promptly evacuated into the room and left him flying back into the food table that collapsed under his weight when he made contact with it. Food and drinks alike flew off in different directions as well as piling themselves all atop Sorin. 'So this is what we came here for huh? To get kick around and covered in god knows what? Sorin laid there among the debris of the table for just a moment as his brain processed what it was that had just happened. All the while the grease and drinks of the table began to stain his clothing.

" You know what? No. Not today." Sorin looked around from his vantage point on the ground and saw the commotion going on from the center of the room and then back to the now cackling Vigdis. Sorin knew that if he was going to fight her, especially here for all places, that there would be some major consequences. Chiefly among then being the fact that he likely wouldn't be able to handle her on his own. Not to mention the punishment for instigating a fight in the first place. But you know what? Fuck it. Sorin picked himself up off of the collapsed table, dusting himself off in the process. His clothing was irreparably stained with juice and grease and who knew what else but that would be something to deal with later. " Alright Reyes. Fine. You want a fight you got one." Sorin bent his knees slightly and raised his hands in front of him with hands open signaling his use of Malla-Yuddha. While it was primarily used against armed attackers to deflect and disarm there was still enough within the style itself to be used as an effective self defense.

However it would seem that the scuffle between the Berserker and himself had not gone completely unnoticed as he had originally thought. A new stranger with a ballistic ski mask had approached the two of them and again demands were made that the two of them stop in that instant. Sorin on the other hand knew better than that. Vigdis had seized her opportunity and there was likely no stopping her now. " Much as I would like to, I don't think you have the slightest idea who you are trying to talk sense to." [/fieldbox]

@The Red Sage
@The Wanderer

 

[The Red Sage]

⚖ . SIBYLLA ANASTACIA
Department of R&D: Occult
Junior Agent

[[ Location: Drago's Bedroom > Auditorium || Company: @Friend Maou (Dragovich), @Mars Walker (Seier), @Dao Ma (Venn), @U.N. 0W3N (Crow), @Shizuochan (Bobby) || Mood: Concerned || Melody: Ice To Meet You! ]]

S well again did her heart, the newest waves helping to wash away the insecurities she had held in that moment. Sibylla did feel confident in what she had chosen. It was everything she enjoyed in a dress, counting in the more antiquated aesthetic that appealed to her ever so much. Still, even with this knowledge, there was that little voice that would creep up in the back of her mind. She liked to think of it as the voice that reminded her to be more humble, and yet there were times where it would surface when her confidence lacked from its peak. Those moments were some of the worst to deal with. She hadn't the slightest where such self-depreciation came from in her life, and as such she had a hard time struggling to mute its grasp on her once it made itself present. For now though, small moments like the one she was in, suspended by loving hands and saturated with enamored poetics, helped to keep those intrusive thoughts at bay. There were more important things to be spending her time and thoughts on.

Their jaunt down the halls of INVICTUS' Texan base was simple and sweet. It was nowhere near the proper atmosphere for the attire they wore, not a ballgown nor a stylish slipper in sight. Instead, the air within the bubble they created permeated the magic of such an evening event enough to make up for it in full. No, no. Sibylla was not needing to make the effort to weave a spell to make it so. The power of words was ever evident in the form of magic she practiced, and based itself from the fact that the only magical energy needed to give them power was the emotions that drove them. In the case of the concentrated case around one Sibylla and one Dragovich, it was fed from the sheer infatuation they had with one another. Yes, it was powered by love. Deal with it.

Upon crossing the threshold between hallways and auditorium, where the event was scheduled to be held, Sibylla felt the little reality marble they had created waiver slightly. The energy coming from within was quite the switch. What once was something Sibylla would have attributed to a classical atmosphere was pushed up against by the sounds of a more modernized party, accompanied with what looked to be an announcement for new members to the branch. Speakers from further into the room thrummed out a song that Sibylla wasn't entirely familiar with. She liked to think that she put forth an attempt to learn of musical pieces of the past. The sound of the artist's voice was familiar though, leading to the soft commentary of "I believe that is the famous R&B artist Peter Hernandez, better known as Bruno Mars." A small smile began to appear on her gentle features, eyes floating up to the company her arm was linked with. "Quite a step from what I was predicting this to be. Overall though, I would say-"

A sudden surge of magic caused Sibylla to cut herself off mid-sentence, her attention turning towards finding the source. It was impressively intense, and yet the sensation of chaos that came along with it caused worry to spring up in the young woman's chest. "It feels like something on the edge of volatile." Sibylla took a step forward, arm beginning to slip from where it rested. "I should investigate where that is-" Sibylla had taken perhaps another step before, just as quickly as it had come, the sensation began to dissipate into the air of the mixer. The fair haired woman bit at the corner of her bottom lip. It looked that whatever magic was being used had been finalized well enough, but that did little to ease the concern which still lingered. This quickly converted - or perhaps it actually added on to - upon catching the forms moving past her.

It was easy for her to recognize her good friend Crowley, whom himself was a new transfer to the base. She was also able to recognize the distressed expression on one Venn's face, the man practically being carried off. Already Sibylla's infamously overactive mind began to generate possibilities. Was it due to the magical influx? Perhaps, but from what she had heard from Crowley, Venn was more attuned to the spiritual as opposed to the magical. One could argue that they could intermingle to be one and the same, so it was possible that the magical presence had done something to hi- What if it had been because of her?! He was easily within her area of influence, though whether he was prior to her noticing the situation was up for debate, but the possibility of him having been close by may have exacerbated any symptoms that could have already been making themselves present. If that was true, then-

Yet again Sibylla's attention was dragged away elsewhere, this time by the sounds of scraping metal and screaming speakers. Sibylla visibly winced, one hand coming up to cover at least one ear from the dissonant onslaught. "Wh-What on Earth is happening?" Between it all, Sibylla's mind was becoming a mess of thoughts, half-thoughts and sensory overloading. Keeping one hand to her head, she turned a gaze somewhat reflecting of her current state towards Dragovich. "Perhaps... Perhaps elsewhere would be better after all."

 

[ShiroKiyoshi]

Company Mixer - Back To Work. Thanks.​

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Yun was having a blast dancing with White. The doctor had unexpectedly joined her without resistance and the both of them twirled around for a bit, it was great. But, alas, duty called as some man laid passed out next to the speakers. White seemed worried about him and took off, leaving Yun by herself, still covering her ears. She caught the gist of what White said and simply nodded her head in response as she made her way over to Geoffrey. As the room started to get worse Yun rolled her shoulders as she pulled her phone out and called Rostam. The phone rang a bit before Rostam answered.

"Yo." He said.

"I need your help here." Yun said bluntly as she opened Geoffrey's cage. "It's getting a little out of hand."

"Could hear everything from down the hall. Already on my way." Rostam said as he hung up.

Geoffrey remained in his cage until Yun waved her hand in front of him, signaling for him to hop out, and she surveyed the mess that White got herself in and noticed Yuka suffering from her own mistakes. Yun pointed to the girl and Geoffrey turned himself to the direction his master was pointing and looked at the pink haired girl. Yun climbed on top Geoffrey and commanded him, "Jump." The giant frog soared across the room and landed on top of the table. The frog's weight split the table in half and then it sat there staring at Yuka.

Rostam appeared not long after to see the mess his mother had created before he focused on Vidgis, Sorin, and Daniel. He looked at Daniel surprised. He didn't think he was the type to do something like this, but nonetheless he crossed his arms and started chanting. Wind around him picked up as he did so, the power growing as he continued.

Eventually, probably just as things heated up between the three fighters, Rostam's spell would be ready and a gust of wind would rocket them into the air. However, just as fast as the first, another wind would come down crushing them between the two gales before dispersing and dropping them on the floor. He stood observing from afar he didn't really want to be close to anyone he did that to.

Yun slid down the frog's back and ran around to see Yuka on her bottom. She cautiously made her way over, trying to prepare herself if Yuka had been hurt, but she didn't have any obvious injuries. "Can you stand?" Yun asked as she offered a hand.

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@SoulwroughtOfTerra (Sorin)
@The Red Sage (Vidgis)
@Tarieles (Yuka)
@The Wanderer (Daniel)

 

[Friend Maou]

[fieldbox="Eliza Bitter, #055252, solid, 10, Palatino Linotype"]

Now Playing: The Sweet- Ballroom Blitz

Absolutely bloody absurd, were the exact words that came to mind as Eliza tried to make sense of everything going on around her. There was Albert and his shenanigans, which as always were somewhere between infuriating and endearing. Then just as soon as all that was under way she found her senses being assailed by yet another volley of what she would of considered tomfoolery. The loud display was distracting and as much as Eliza wanted to make a snide remark and make herself all huffy about it, she knew she had invited this. She had of course chosen to attend and event that had alcohol and music in it, someone was bound to make a scene of it one way or another, and she'd be a hypocrite if she decided that was problematic now.

The memory of having had a few too many drinks at the crowded little pub back in her era made the moment as bitter as it was strangely sweet. It wasn't so much an annoyance as it was different. She had been in this time for a while and still was having a hard time getting a handle on it all. The music especially seemed to be a new beast all its own form what she'd been familiar with. Eliza might of even appreciated it were it not for the fact it only served as a reminder of her past mistake and how she ended up here. It's one of the few reasons she consistently found herself so irritated by her eccentric vampiric partner. The likes of which seemed to be having a grand old time laughing at the irony of a religious creature of the night.

"Yeah? Well, ah dunno if they were needin' much aid makin' fools o' themselves." she jeered with her lips curled in a sneer. Admitedly it seemed laughable when you thought about the implications. Though she questioned if it rightly should of been, as she had learned soon enough that not everything the church had said about vampires to be wholly true. So why wouldn't there be catholic vampires? Perhaps things were different for other regions. She looked Albert up and down with an inquisitive gaze deciding he was right, the vestments were likely not his crowing achievement in dressing himself, costume or otherwise. With an mocking grin she tilted her head to one side, " Ah wager yer goin' to need ta say a couple o' hail mary's to repent for that insultin' disguise."

Albert wanted to make jokes, fine. Two could play at that game. With that in mind Eliza put her hands together as if in prayer and prattled of a false confession, "Fergive me fahther ah have sinned, I put this fockin' robe on an-" Eliza might of even cracked a smile but then Albert produced her bible from his person. She paused and eyed the man for a moment through narrow slits. "Oh fer the love o' jayzus!" She swore before snatching the bible from him. "D'ya mind not pilfferin' muh tings, ya wee shet?!" Eliza rolled her eyes and secured the bible on the inside of her coat. Crossing her arms and letting an awkward non-silence fall upon their little conversation with a frustrated pout. Meanwhile the dramatic display went on in the back ground, starkly clashing against the sharp drop in conversation.

Right as Eliza considered turning away from this...mess, Albert proposed a dance. A dance? Really? After all of that? The idea of it seemed just as ludicrous as the rest of this mixer had been. And yet, after spending days miserably adjusting to her new surroundings and how nice it was to do something other than sulk in her quarters she paused to mull it over. This was no trivial matter as some might of perceived it, not to her. Eliza had two very clear choices but both of them came with a price of some variety. There was always a catch to this sort of thing, that much she knew. If she said yes it might appease the mischievous bloodsucker and buy her some peace in the future but it might invite more of such behavior in the future. Give them an inch and they'll take a mile so to speak. If she said no she might be able to escape trouble for now but it could spur the vampire to be ever more persistent in the future.

Eliza rolled her eyes and dug a hand into her pockets, retrieving one of the few relics of her time. A silver coin commonly known as a shilling. With a flick of her thumb she sent the coin up in the air and caught it. Eliza opened her hand to see what side of the coin was facing up and heaved a small sigh as she saw the results. "Alright Albert, you win this one. Ah'll have a dance but only after ah fetch a new drink." She mused, sounding rather surprised with the words that were tumbling out of her mouth. "Let'snot make a habit of it yeah?" She added before turning on her heel to find another drink to hopefully help her eat the words she just stupidly spat out.

Eliza got maybe two steps away before there was a loud crash, "th' fock." she muttered as she whipped around to see that some jack ass had only gone and started wrecking the sound system. She could be a downer sometimes and she knew it, but even to her that was uncalled for. Not only had the speakers been toppled but people had been on them. "Lawrd lend me strength." she hissed under her breath, shooting an apologetic glance at Albert before moving over to possibly help fix this mess.

Simultaneously she glanced back at another sound of commotion as an apparent brawl was brewing just over yonder. "Can none of ye fockin' behave fer five fockin' minutes?!" she shouted incredulously. What the hell was wrong with these people? could they not hold their drink? Was there something in the water? What was the bloody problem?

Location:The Mixer
Company:That Fucker Albert, all the other problematic bastards
Status:resigned, astonished

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[The Red Sage]

♘ . NIKE DESCHAIN
Department of Fieldwork
Senior Agent

[[ Place: Auditorium || Fam: @Dao Ma (Gabe, White), @Tarieles (Yuka, Atticus), @Sanctus (Kent), @Mars Walker (Seier), @ShiroKiyoshi (Geoffrey, Yun), || Feels: Cringy || Tunes: BUSY? OR DIZZY? ]]

W elp, this was something that she kind of saw coming, but at the same time had decided to remain blissfully ignorant of in lieu of better thoughts. People were enjoying her little display. That was good. She knew that this would be a good call to make, but seeing it in action just vindicated the woman even further than she had already felt, and boy, did it feel good to make a good impression. That was her thinking as she posed, pointing towards the few that had gathered before her. Immediately after that was thoughts of why her light-headedness was suddenly feeling like a tumbling sensation. Oh, wait.

She was actually falling.

"WHOA WHAT THE FUCK" rang Nike's first reaction through her mic, followed as quickly as the disoriented woman could by taking a step off to one side. Through the haze a thought pierced through the veil like a sniper's bullet: These were really not her speakers. She had Gabe grab them from a storage facility on base earlier that day. If anything happened to them, holy shit was she going to have something to answer for. So, where she could've remained on the speakers to save her own well-toned ass, Nike instead decided to slip right in between the larger speakers she had been occupying to hit the floor first - or at least try to. She had dismissed her beloved and iconic weapon, yes, but she was still very much in her Tier Two form. She still had some tricks up her sleeves to try and save the day.

Doing her damnedest to put all of her spacial reasoning and QTE skills to the test, Nike waiting until she thought she might be low enough behind the speakers before she pushed out yet another burst of energy. It would seem today was a day for constructs from the gal, the energy solidifying and spreading out just behind the speakers. She had somewhat been hoping to stop them from tipping all together, but as the feedback from right next to her made her cringe just as much as talking to a fabled neck beard of old, she knew she had shot a little too low. Instead the speakers tipped a bit sooner than later, sending them falling on the platform she had so generously manifested behind them. Nike sucked in hard through her teeth. "PleaseBeOkayPleaseBeOkayPleaseBeOkay."

With her breath held and her muscles tensed, Nike waited for things to start to settle. She didn't dare look as the entire cart was flipped on its side. That would have just added to her anxieties over the issue at hand. Only when the screaming of the speakers had stopped and the voices of concerned others became more prevalent did she release the air from her lungs. With a heavy sigh, Nike's gaze moved to the ceiling far above, muttering "This is why we can't have nice things." to herself before directing her attention elsewhere. Her boy ol' buddy ol' pal Gabe had been next to this now made mess. The thought of him being hurt made her cringe yet again, and as she woman scrambled to make her way over the speakers she brought her mic back up. You gotta finish what you started.

"Uh, sorry about that, folks! Seems we got a little excited over the festivities! Feel free to, uh, go to the refreshments table or - OhSunnovaBitchThatWasMyKnee - o-or keep chatting it up! We're gonna be oookay! ... Maybe. Hopefully. If we're not I swear to Jegus- Hey, Gabe! Are you alive, bro?!"

 

[The Red Sage]

✘ . VIGDIS REYES
Department of Fieldwork
New Recruit

[[ Here: Auditorium || Crew: @SoulwroughtOfTerra (Sorin), @The Wanderer (Daniel) @ShiroKiyoshi (Rostam) || Mood: Dangerous || Song: Rapid Firecannon ]]

T here was a tingling sensation that coursed through Vigdis's body as she felt her boot make contact with the young man's sternum. Damn did that feel good. She'd been going something close to stir crazy being kept in that cell for the past week. No VR training, no interacting with folks when she wanted, nothing to occupy her time in fear of her doing something "inappropriate" with them. A bed was in no way, shape or form good enough as a weight for her to lift. This though? Yeah, a good brawl should make up for it.

Her attention was laser focused upon the form of Sorin as he lay in the mess of the table. Get up. He better get up. He better get up with a fire burning in his gut just waiting to be unleashed. She waited, muscles flexing and unflexing, tension rising, and when he did finally pull himself from the table he did not leave her disappointed. That pull and shift into a stance shot elation through the woman's mind. It was enough to where she barely registered the third party that entered the scene, whose insistence on the matter dissolving fell on deafened ears. Vigdis began to cackle once more, this time with a crescendo of voluminous earnest. "Good! Let's get this shit on the road!"

Before the lunge, before the wind-up, before the first step or the first blow, a swell of power was picked up by Vigdis's otherwise occupied perception. She could chalk it up to her time spent with Garr, or even as a side-effect of the pact forged with a demonic entity whom only wished to rend and devour, or perhaps it was really of her own make. Whatever the way, there was no need for thought in her next action. Trained habit fired through her nerves, and before she knew it she was changing the direction of her step into this fight. A hard push backwards and a a dart to one side, and even with her quick reflexes she could feel the force within the wind that whipped through try to catch her and pull her in. In a knee-jerk decision Vigdis let herself fall backwards, her form curling to roll in an attempt to gain just a little more distance.

In that moment, as Vigdis unfurled herself and held her weight on all fours, there could be a visible change in the woman's demeanor. She had been in it for the fun. A little punchfest, a few bruised bodies, and everything would have been peachy keen. That was Vigdis's natural state of resting. The pose she held was a far cry from what that had been. Instinct roared in Vigdis's mind, howling the melody she had heard for days, months, years of her life leading up to that point. It played whenever she went up against something powerful, something that could harm her still mostly human self. She was strong, she was quick, she was durable, but she was still but meat on bones; an exceptional woman against beasts of great power. It was in those moments, when her heart began to dance and her body felt light, did she hear the wailing chorus surge forth with their desperate message:

"Kill it and survive."

A hand reached for a phantom handle at her back, grasping at the shade of where it would have been before giving a low growl. No Garr. That simple fact drew Vigdis's wild instincts inward for more thought. Garr was away. Where? Gone? No, kept away. Locked up. Yes, he was locked up. She was locked up too.

We're locked up and being attacked.

The thought flow made the hair bristle on the back of the woman's neck. So many people around. All of them? No, just one. Mossy eyes snapped over in the direction she had felt the power come from. It was wide, sweeping, but still at least she could feel the direction. There were just too many damn bodies. One.

We just need one.

Muscle built over many a year coiled and released, propelling Vigdis past the scene she had once been glad to wrap herself up in, and forward into the crowd. Onlookers to both the crashing speakers and the threat of a fight were but obstacles to weave through. Closer. She had to get closer. If she was closer she could find them. So closer she sped, cutting one way and bolting the other in an attempt to cover the direction she intended to travel. Finally, as she closed in on a set of doors leading to and from the room, she saw someone. Eyes fixed where she had come from, lax posture, and the lingering wisps of energy akin to what had been sent surging towards her just moments before. A wicked grin cut across Vigdis's features, and lacking in her normal banter, she left not a second more before launching herself at the flank of the individual. If she could take him down to the ground, she was certain she could finish him.

 

[The Wanderer]

Daniel Collins

When the two soon-to-be fighters didn't back down, Daniel could only let out a sigh. He was hoping that the two would back off and go their separate ways.

Rather than let the fight continue on with just the two in it, he took a stance. Deciding to side with the young man who had been the recipient of the kick. As siding with the lady would only have less than desirable consequences. Then again, getting involved in this fight would have potentially the same outcome. But at least he would be defending someone.

Daniel pondered what to use against the woman, whom looked as if the idea of a fight was the best thing on her mind. Judo came to mind, as the fighting style had many techniques that could be used to pin the opponent. Typically by joint locking or something of the sort. But that idea was canned as the lady looked like if Daniel tried that, she would break her limb to get out of it. And at that range, she could easily dish out a few strikes while he is temporarily caught off guard.

But before the fight could even start, Daniel heard what could only be described as a whooshing sound. And for a split second, he thought a vent had been broken and air was rushing in. That was until he was picked up like a toy and subsequently dropped onto a table, which combined with the weight of his gear and gravity, had broken the table.

He was going to feel that in the morning, or until he was killed. Whichever came first.

In his disorientated state, he could see a blur as something or someone had left the scene. Whether it was the woman or the young man, Daniel couldn't confirm which one it was. He slowly got up, with some mild difficulty from both the fact he had to free himself from the remains of the table, but also the mild and slowly increasing pain from the experience.

Finally on his feet, and his senses not as muddled with shock and pain. He noticed that the woman was absent from the would be fight area. Looking around in an attempt to locate her, he caught a glimpse in the crowd, of someone heading straight for his partner Rostam. Putting two and two together. Daniel went through the crowd in an attempt to intercept the woman before harm came to his partner. Not that he doubted the man's combat capabilities.

But he wasn't about to take the risk of letting harm befall his partner.

So when he got out of the crowd, he could see the woman just a short distance from Rostam, literally launching herself at him. Daniel only had a short amount of time to act. Deciding to use what time he had left to place himself in between Rostam and the woman, all the while bracing himself for the impact...

@The Red Sage @ShiroKiyoshi

 

[SoulwroughtOfTerra]

[fieldbox="It bothers me It bothers me a lot!, red, solid"]

The amused grin on Albert's face quickly turned to one of elation at his partners response to his offer. Now Albert was far form what one would call "The cleverest of men" when it came to figuring out people but Eliza he knew like the back of his own hand. Or so he had thought. In a rather surprising turn of events she had let chance decide on the matter of a dance. This was wholeheartedly unexpected to the huntress he had known for so many years and yet he found the chance exhilarating to his being. When the coin apparently gave a favorable answer to his proposal Albert deemed this the pinnacle of his evening. She of course added that she would have to refresh her drink that he had cause her to drop but even then he was simply brimming with anticipation. "But of course dear although I can't make any promises about habits." He teased as she began to walk away.

Albert stood beside himself as he watched Eliza walk toward the bar to get a fresh drink. He couldn't help but recall memories from those centuries ago when the two of them walked the streets of a very different world. Albert and Eliza had in a way a strange semi-professional relationship that they had developed as hunters of the supernatural. He recalled many times when they would hunt the same prey unknown to one another until it came time to trap the target only to see one another at the last second. The fights that would break out from there...well to him they were simply legendary. Of course the duo would always come out on top but not before Eliza attempted to shoot him, usually more than once. But still despite the animosity Albert had many a time tried to no avail to get the huntress to loosen up and have a good time. Each of these times had met with resounding failure of course as she was always so distrustful of things such as himself which is what made this small victory all the sweeter to the vampire.

Victory it would seem however would be short lived and bitter sweet. Not even an entire moment had passed as the sounds of loud crashing and people shouting drew Albert out of his thoughts and back to reality. Turning to see what all the commotion was about this time Albert noticed first the distinct lack of music now as he saw that the speakers had been tossed around by some blonde haired, blue eyed fuck. The look that the vampire got from his partner told him all he needed to know. She moved off to one side in an attempt to help those who had been affected by the speakers being tossed around. The woman who had been on top however seemed to recover well enough and even made more of those strange energy constructs in order to try and keep damage to a minimum. This was an impressive feat to be sure and under other circumstances Albert would have been inclined to show his appreciation for the display of skill but in this case his gaze lingered on the ones who had destroyed his plans.

A deep and whole-fully unneeded breath was let out in the form of a long sigh. Albert didn't really need to breath but even after all these years he found the act cathartic in a way. " No, no it's fine." Albert told himself as he tried to restrain the bubbling fury that was threatening to take over his sense of enjoyment he had been having. However despite his attempts at keeping himself composed the thought of several centuries of work finally paying off only to be ruined by some young upstart who couldn't hold his alcohol was enough to finally push the elder vampire over the edge. Resolving that he would not let this slight go Albert quickly stalked his way across the room. As he approached the two men who were near the epicenter of the disaster Albert quickly took note of both of them. The one he was after seemed human at first glance but not completely. He didn't have blood flow to one of his extremities at the very least. Perhaps an artificial arm. Those where not completely uncommon these days. The other man however, there was something definitely different about that one. Albert couldn't quite put his finger on it but at the moment he was more focused on other things.

Albert approached the blonde man who had been the culprit of tossing the speakers around. He could tell that he was under the effects of some heavy drinking or something very similar but disregarded it completely. The mans well being was not anywhere close to the top of Albert's priority list. Without even a word the vampire closed the distance between the two of them as his hand shot out to grab at the mans throat. " Do you have any idea what you have just cost me? How many years of work you just undid?" Of course Albert expected the man to be completely ignorant of the things he was speaking of but honestly at the moment. That really didn't matter. [/fieldbox]

@Friend Maou
@Sanctus
@Tarieles

 

[GuanYue]

Storm Kelly

"Hm? Really? I think promoting her was a swell idea." Storm rebutted, but it was clear he was being sarcastic on the matter. Or maybe not. Nike was eccentric, boisterous, loud, despite being incredibly helpful. In her own creative ways, she proved herself to be formidable. Even if the woman seemed to find trouble all over the base and knew how to band together groups of misfits, she was sincere at heart and was honest in both intentions and words.

But she was still annoying.

It was clear that others could agree as well. However those that did agree were pretty much shitfaced wasted and decided to make some bad decisions. Everything was going relatively smooth... besides the fact that Vigdis had found her way into the mixer and people decided to drink until it wasn't fun anymore (he'd have to bitch at Sable later for allowing him such a thing).

Turning his attention to their new addition, he eyed Adela for a moment. She was timid at best. Was it because that's just her nature or because of the nature of the party, he wasn't sure. She wasn't very chatty (thank god) and she seemed far too eager to leave. Storm nodded to Saku to start heading out. There were enough people in the room to handle what was happening.

Until he heard a crash through a table and the crumbing and horrible feedback from the speakers at the far end of the room. Dull eyes narrowed sharply and Storm let out a low growl. Ev-en more annoying. "If you're going to help, get your ass into gear. If not, leave the room." he spoke, more so to Adela than to Saku. The kitsune would do what she pleased, but in the back of his mind, he hoped that in some shape or form she would help out with this goddamn mess. He glanced at Saku in the corner of her eye, and tilted his head slightly toward the side of the room--where Vigdis and Sorin were now fighting and being interfered by Daniel and Rostam--to notify that he was going in that direction.

Rostam had mustered up some wind, and Storm could feel the tails of it rustle up his hair and front of his shirt. He kept his distance, but neared just enough to be in range in case something happened. Pulling out a cigarette, he lit it and held it between his index and middle finger, ready to use if he needed to negate any nasty attack heading in any of the agents way. Vigdis may be the assailant, but not without a trigger. If she needed protection from an attack, he would hand one out her way as well. It would be a bunch of messy paperwork if any agents got severely injured at a party.

Vigdis struck down, and Storm was just about to move in when Daniel intercepted. This was dangerous. Not for his sake, really. Storm knew about Daniel's power and frankly couldn't care less if he made it through the scuffle. Really, it was the others he was concerned about. He continued to stand where he was, waiting to assist Daniel if need be.​

 

[GuanYue]

Everything was going super super good! And then it wasn't. The music was jamming and Gabe was having fun posing and dancing around while Nike introduced the new recruits. He stayed near the speakers and the table that Yuka stood on just so that he would still be part of the show. The music swept him, but even more, he could feel the immense static energy in the room. It wasn't electricity, no. But the feeling of just so many people in the room, taking up one space. It was enough to give him a tingling feeling. The more people, the more energized he felt. And it all got washed off for a quick moment when someone walked into the room. It was odd, like a strange emptiness consumed the back of the room. He could only feel it for a moment before his focus scattered everywhere else.

There were sounds that filtered in past the beat of the song, making Gabe look out into the crowd. There were so many people though, and with the lights darkened it was hard to see anything beyond where he stood. It sounded like something solid thrown into something else solid. Was there a fight? His smile had dropped by now and Gabe started to give a look of concern. Something wasn't right now.

Just as he turned to look back over at Nike, he saw a very creepy portal close up and a very... not so good looking dude come out of it. He looked like a hot mess, and even worse, with one motion he sent the tower of speakers tumbling. "Nike!" Gabe called out in reaction, moving in a way he wasn't too sure. His body had reacted on his own, probably in some attempt to help Nike out from the falling speakers. However, when one of the pieces broke away, Gabe was tripped up, and it was just a chain reaction from where. Gabe found himself on the floor, instinctively nursing his right knee and then rubbed the side of his head where he had been hit by something. He pulled his hand away and let out a small mental sigh of relief when he saw no blood. It was nothing more than a bump. He could handle that easy. He was surrounded by speaker boxes, but otherwise relatively unhurt.


"I-I'm okaaaay!" he called, raising his hand from the carnage and started to wave it to show where he was. He groaned as he stood up and shook his hair back into place. He looked around to see the table that Yuka had been at was toppled over. "Ah, Yuyu!" He felt a wave of panic when he didn't see her right away. He rushed over, pushing speaker boxes out of the way until he saw Yuka on the floor. "Yuka, are you okay?!" He knelt down beside her and reached out to help sit her up. He carefully inspected her, trying to find any injuries. "We should go to the infirmary..." he suggested, a worried expression on his face. He looked back over to where he had last heard Nike. "Nike, let's wrap things up! Things are starting to get crazy."​

 

[SoulwroughtOfTerra]

[fieldbox="And Apparently This Is Now Happening..., purple, solid"]

The tension in the air between the three people poising themselves for a fight seemed to build with each passing second. Sorin kept his attention exclusively on Vigdis however. Not to put the newcomer down or anything but he was hardly the main threat to this situation. Sorin had heard all about Vigdis from the New York branch's Project Theory. She was volatile and exceptionally deadly in a fight even without her signature weapon at her side. Her code name said it all. Berserker, a title that was given to the warriors of ancient Scandinavia that fought with a trance like ferocity. And so the three stood there, just waiting for another one to make the first move. Sorin had anticipated that Vigdis would have been the first to take a swing. The guy in the mask seemed only interested in stepping between the two and Sorin's own fighting style was primarily a defensive one. But as he waited for the first blow it did not come. At least not from where he had expected it.

From the side of the trio Sorin felt a familiar sensation. One he had felt not but moments prior but this time intensified in scale. Just as the Berserker was poised to make her first move a blast of wind blew in from another agent who seemed hell bent on stopping the fight even though in their prior engagements with the participants they didn't seem to care in the slightest. But still, Wind magic was not something that Sorin was a stranger too. He had spent basically his whole childhood preparing to wield Empyrean Hyanoa and its divine levels of spiritual power. This attack was simple to dodge. Sorin dropped his pose and jumped backward, easily clearing the table and angling his body backward as he went was a simple matter of making room with a flip to safety.

Vigdis seemed to have been aware of this magic too however as she also dodged out of the way with a frightening display of reflexive reaction. Contrary to that however it seemed that their masked friend had been caught unaware in the wind and lifted up into the air. An unfortunate state for them but they did ask for this by getting involved in the first place. Sorin kept his eye on Vigdis however as now something seemed off. Where there had been a mischievous smile hellbent on having a good'ol fashioned slug fest now was something akin to a creature looking for it's assailant. With a careful and discerning gaze Sorin watched as Vigdis scanned for the person who had launched the wind attack and after a moment it seemed she had found something.

With a surprising amount of speed for a woman of her size Vigdis launched herself off into the crowd and darted between the other party goers with a deadly precision. Sorin didn't even have time to open his mouth to try and keep her attention before he had lost her in the crowd. He knew he couldn't just leave her to her rampage now so resolving himself for an even worse fight that he had initially intended Sorin took off in the same direction he had seen the mossy haired woman run. Sorin slid between people and had to push others aside. He was not a graceful as his target was in navigating crowds it would seem. Sorin's race led him to the doors that led out of the auditorium and into the halls beyond. There he spotted Vigdis just seconds before she launched herself at the agent who had the culprit for the wind but also the agent with the mask who had been swept up by the wind.

'How did he get here so fast?'

Sorin thought to himself. This person had been caught up in the wind trap. Did they have the ability to teleport? Well it didn't matter much at this point. They had somehow gotten ahead of Sorin and even it seemed ahead of Vigdis in some manner but a lot of good that it would do them. Sorin did the only thing he could think of. Putting one foot in front of the other with as much force as he could muster Sorin took off down the hallway with the prayer that he could get there in time. As he got into range he prepared himself to leap at the two men who had become the Berserker's targets. As he sailed through the air with arms wide to catch the two men and shove them out of harms way Sorin could only prey that he could keep Vigdis's attention until someone could help subdue her.
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@The Red Sage
@The Wanderer
@ShiroKiyoshi

 

[ShiroKiyoshi]

Company Mixer - Was wondering why it was so quiet...
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Rostam was silent as his attempt to quickly silence the fight failed. It was embarrassing because at most he could feel the murderous lust oozing off Vidgis as she ran at him, but they saw him coming like a soft ball toss. He watched as all three of his targets ran at him, dashing around the room, shoving through the crowd, but he could only really focus on Vidgis. She gave him an itch that he couldn't quite scratch. It was like something breathing down his neck, slowly carressing him from behind, and trying to strangle him. The feeling was familiar and pissed Rostam off when he realized this woman was capable of making him feel it.

However, his attention was brought back to Daniel and Sorin as he watched them leap out of the crowd. Rostam, still relaxed, leaning against the wall turned to see Vidgis had finally made it to him. She'd launched herself at him much like his two heroes, but with the intent to rid herself of this man. Rostam sighed and with that sigh came a fresh wind that formed itself into a ball around Vidgis. Her movements would become limited as the wind circled around her joints, picking up speed at a tremendous rate, until it moved fast enough to be solid as metal. The bubble then expanded outward to trap her inside.

Rostam pulled Daniel out of the way, taking him by the shoulder, basically tossing him aside. "Watch out." And as he did so Sorin came crashing into him. Rostam was knocked over quite obviously, but got back up almost immediately, shaking about. The mage then stuck his hands in his pocket and looked to the ceiling. His eyes had turned a dangerous shade of red, he took deep breaths, and calmed down before focusing his attention back on the situation. Rostam placed his hand on the wind bubble and released Vidgis.

"So, please do not fucking tell me this was about the god damn doughnuts." Rostam asked as he looked between Sorin, Vidgis, and Daniel.

@SoulwroughtOfTerra
@Dao Ma
@The Wanderer
@The Red Sage

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[Aero Blue]

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Bobby Wu

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Dear Chairman Invictus Person,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday night in detention a Asian-Mixture Agent Mixer Party to meet and greet. But we I think you are crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are for putting us together with many alcohols. You see us as you want to see us in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But each one of us is a wolf and a wolf and a wolf and a hate demon and a demigod and a demigod and someone with a box of donuts and an Irish person or a Scottish person and an emo like Venn and a crazy berserker and a crimson daddy, with many alcohols. Does that answer your question? Please don't do this again.

Sincerely yours,
Bobby Wu.

And with that, Bobby Wu - who had escaped from the chaos and bedlam of the mixer, and also mixtape-maker-slash-relationship-savior duty, finished his strongly worded letter. He sighed, not knowing who exactly he should be sending this to but content that copy-and-pasting from some mysterious source had covered up much of his language deficiencies.

Thusly, one of the many wolf-people closed his eyes from the safety of his quarters. He found solace in the fact that when he awoke, this drunken hellscape would subside.