Special round!
Uh, so format is different this time…(?)
N: Verage Na
S: Figure it out.
Race: Marjen D'la hu | Of the Demons pack
Age: 412
P.O.B: Dusty's Misfortune/Desert Forest (aka Dusty(s) Grove)
Dept: Marked Sands
Occupation: Vibration Seeker
Rank: Encompassing White
Current Assignment: Game Show Contestant (How I loathe the very bureaucracy created by these hands…)
Previous Assignment: N/A (Vacation)
Given Code: 1006789
Type(s): \REQUIRED/ [Refraction] [Light] \UNAFILLIATED/ [Sound] [Flesh - Carapace] [Flesh - Heart]
Abilities: Controlled Fury, Concealment, Feel Vibration (Ain't that obvious.), Nerve Flay
Alias, Current: N/A
Alias, Self: Demon, Argent
Self: As largely expected of those who follow the naming doctrine of Demon, they look like it. The things so old you'd think it'd be outta fashion by now. Stubborn or zealous? Anyways, regardless of that, this Demon is a more quieter one. Of course the dissonance of a bipedal partial bug talking is rather shocking. Though there are some louder ones in the Marked Sands depo, their use of application tends to lean in patience and silence.
Hence, the nature. Plus exuding a predator's aura wouldn't exactly make it easy for approaching.
Self, others: A reliable workbuddy. In addition to native characteristics, they are seen as… hm, well have you seen a pack mule? Besides that, those within the know show kindness to the collaboration and consistency of the Demons work.
Misc: Nearly got eaten by a duskworm early in life. Finds considerable joy in a hunt's anticipation. Hard to describe, easy to speak with. Certain tendencies afloat if not managed.
Thoughts: Someone give me a smoothie. Who would've thought that basing yourself on an idea actually works… couldn't be me.
N: Equia Aneis Redalon
S: F (I call fishmeal)
Race: RazorFin | LightGil
Age: 386
P.O.B: Aven Coast, Redal, Dirana
Dept: Etched Interest
Occupation: Distraction Guard
Rank: Polishing Lens
Current Assignment: Game Show contestant!!!!!!
Previous Assignment: Recollection/Imperial
Given Code: 1006792
Type(s): [Liquid] [Gas] \CHAOS/ [Incineration]
Abilities: Mutation (Temporary), Well rounded defense, Command cry (Works. It works.), I forgor others, guardsmanship
Alias, Current: Guardsman
Alias, Self: Equia Redalon
Self: To make a short story long, it comes around to the place of birth. And the failure after which was her sole objective. The loss waned the spirit of the sprout. Resulting in a morale-less figure. A considered not very talkative person by themselves (or well that's what I see).
Self, others: You won't see them interact with others that's for sure. Unless it relates to the work assigned. While not exactly an outcast, the distance and walls make it easy to see a stuck up castle on a cliff.
Misc: Working for the singular wish. Prefers solitude with quiet melodies. Cracks in character appear rarely. Nasty solution for hard dilemmas. Subsidiary of the other family.
Thoughts: Fishmeal. X2. Actually, I want a burger. Yeah, consumed a bit too much I tell you.
N: Taylor J(-J-J)enkins
S: M
R: Falkin(ers)
Age: 265
P.O.B: Danin, Border of Nanalin
Dept: Valorie Division
Occupation: Repairman/Ordered Page
Rank: Sky Soaring Wing
Current Assignment: Gaaaaaaaaaaame shhhhhhhhoooooooooooow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?
Previous Assignment: Operatus Recombine (Definitely know what that means)
Given Code: 1006846
Type(s): [Metal] [Plasma]
Abilities: Repairment (Intermediary), Sprinter (real professional and all compared to others), weapon handling (intermediary)
Alias, Current: N/A
Alias, Self: Taylor Jenkins
Self: ….In a kind way, lackluster at times. In my blunt way, he doesn't know how to talk. Serious, flustered, excited, it can all be expressed in exactly the wrong times. Though interest has to do something with it. Either way, an approachable person if things align.
Self, others: Certainly gets the work goal. Of course, being part of a Sub-Department means being seen less by the masses (aka the normies). Background buddy. Like the trio that often somehow still wins despite dying. It's like that. (To me of course.) So, a rather nice conversation might bloom if you chat.
Misc: He's Taylor Jenkins. THE Taylor Jenkins. Likes White Chocolate.
Thoughts: Taylor Jenkins. What do you want me to say? Uh-huh. Nothing.
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The awakened stare blankly.
There are no thoughts.
Blue was the sky.
What is left.
Whilst they roam again, the endless cries haunt every vision, every orifice.
Demanding the same desire.
Freedom.
Everything must be closed.
They were not strong enough.
The grey around them was proof.
Solace in life, thoughtful.
Where is our freedom?
Where is our souls?
Persistent begging, demanding release.
No more did they wish for their reverence to be their one truth.
Even if they wanted it to.
Even if it was.
The empty eyes stare at a tree.
Crumbling from a minor wind.
Before long this would entirely be barren.
Let us be free.
Save us.
Save us. Let us be free.
Let us be free.
Save us.
Let us be free. Save us.
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▉A▉E▉▉–
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…So much for reverence.
— — — —
[Choose a door!]
"Great idea."
He hesitated as all eyes went to him.
"Rock paper scissors..?"
…
"I can do it!"
[What did you expect? Actual thinking?]
Quickly all motivation for success left me.
"Ah, I won."
"W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W–"
The Yeon was just a broken record.
"Uh…"
The Falkin just scratched his head.
"Do we..?"
"This door is yours." The 'Demon' pointed to the red one.
Caring with only a frown, they passed us to the blue door.
[Once you get in, you'll have specific tasks!]
…Thrilling.
"Then we'll head on in!"
"...Y-Yeah…"
The wish granter pulled the Yeon and entered the red door.
" ? ."
….
I turned to look at the door again.
Staring at it.
….
….
Tapping it with my boot and it opened.
And with time it was still disgusting.
[Find the P L A N T .]
Soot flew up if you so much as lightly stepped the ground.
The door closed behind me.
The Great Forest of the 'elves'.
In name only.
"Uh, where should we go?"
"It looks all the same."
:/
Finding a sapling in this place.
If it weren't for the stubborn "parent" then perhaps it would be harder.
Pulling out the compass, it pointed west.
I walked in the south direction.
"Hey uh! W-What's your name again?! What was it?"
"I don't– ah just follow!"
Without realizing it, the time it had bled out.
However such a thing wouldn't exactly just watch.
One of it's "children" must have it if it's here.
And most would be at a border.
Hasn't been found.
Not near a border.
Safe guardian to trust.
One of the only ones to evade capture or death.
Regret.
Definite.
Likely chance for it to be near a tree of some kind.
Or, a place of importance.
Most notably the queen of the forest's space.
How filial.
Up ahead a burnt landmark reared it's head in the blanket of white paper.
Something more colorful stood in front of it.
Of course it was just an animal.
What an amusing sight.
"Oh! Maybe we could get directions!"
"Would they really do that here? In this place?"
"Uh…"
"Plus I don't think they like us that much."
How much ridicule can you pile on?
Mere creatures can sometimes be ignorant of their own appearances at times.
It might appease the happiness if you pretend I suppose.
"Well, then! Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee–"
"If you don't know what to say don't say anything…"
"Gahk!"
"Hey don't die now! We haven't even started!"
They foolishly just stared at the tree.
Unconcerned.
How kind of them.
Vagabond clothing.
Unwashed, soiled, worn out.
Not exact.
However the eyes are the arrow that pierces.
Then this is rather generous.
I frowned.
Generous.
— —
"Hello! Uh, may I ask why you are here?"
An elven man in strange clothing approached me.
With two others behind.
A misshapen flame scorching the skin, charring it. Yet they seem unconcerned about it.
The wrapped pelts of fur tightly fed the flames.
Marking on the face left without the searing red.
"So, like, we're trying to fi–...gure out where we are, maybe you could help?"
This elven man in strange clothing.
Striking shining sun hair. Short and concise unlike any I have seen.
Black eyes.
"Er… no talk?"
A falling smile as the man looked away.
The covered hand attempted to scratch the man's lower cheek.
Where the heart is placed.
A white edgeless rectangle overlaid with a sliced shield. A metallic gauntlet shot out.
Embroidered with a lining.
Ears like ours yet not the same.
Reflexively I reached under the robe.
'Not yet.'
Stopping myself and returning my hand to my side, the man watched me belatedly.
"...Say what were you looking at?"
The man redirected without any question to my action.
"Uh, isn't it–"
"Are you sure?!"
The man lifted his arm and pointed to the on fire woman.
"N–... Y–..." The fire woman looked at the remains. "...?"
"Then what is it?"
The man had already locked back onto me.
Gently I shook my head.
"Okay, what about you?"
What does the man mean by that?
Is it a trap?
"Move aside."
"Uh–"
They stood tall.
Taller than the other two. Even when farther behind.
Loosely and as if strewn, the hat and coat look like they could fall off at any time.
There was no mistake in their aura.
"Where is it."
Cold, full of palpable contempt.
"The gift your 'parent' gave."
I grabbed the sword.
— —
The energy field immediately responded as soon as the instincts kicked in.
Rebounded, I lowered my arm.
"Wow… isn't that a bit…"
"Confirmation..?"
[With a new lead, thou harvest tracked it related to this person! So sensitive. Why though?]
A faint unconscious frown lifted me from falsehood.
"Ah, wait, where'd you get that?"
Fiercer it came back.
To have stupidity.
Perfect organisms.
"Where is it guardian."
An alert expression shed the lost and weary.
They backed away and pulled out a bow.
"Hey hey! What are we supposed to do?!"
"You know I only have a knife on me at all times…"
Pulling up the board I changed it to defensive.
Nocked they released multiple in quick succession.
The air split and the shreds of life flew up.
Harmlessly they flew back crushed.
"Oh…!"
"Energy, so miss member of the Barren Rangers, what're you trying to do?"
[>OC: Pulse]
It would be preferable if something else were to be used.
Visibility would be low.
Expensive use.
[>OFF: H-Slice]
How well a creature protects itself against certain attacks differs.
The energy field compressed and with a stroke, discharged.
I moved forward.
[>DEF: Direct]
"Let's see if they're fine or not."
"Uhm… but weren't you–"
The Wish Granter covered the Yeons mouth.
"FUAAAAAAAAACK that's hoooooooot!!!!"
The Yeon just watched with a dumbfounded expression.
The Wish Granter waved his hand everywhere.
How excellent of them.
Now on the ground, they breathed and coughed.
So it seems it caught them off guard.
"She's missing an arm!"
Torn clothing, spilling red at failure for survival.
"Where is it."
Tenacity despite a wound that nearly split the animal in half.
"Do so kindly, daughter of the forest."
"Ah!"
A shaking face of pain.
Yet no word of location.
Clamping their mouth is a testament to their resistance.
Lightly, I kicked them.
"Search."
"...."
"...Alright."
There is nothing a fallen can do.
Cling as much as an inevitable animal.
What mercy.
"Well I got something."
[Wowee! New record! You found P L A N T .]
There is no contempt for suffering.
How remarkable.