Throwing her hands in the air with mute rage Blesse seemed to fall back into her chair as she watched the whole thing play out. It was Guards and Warp Dust heads in here. ((Cow Boys and Crack heads if you don't get the joke)) Looking at the Baron he seemed rather displeased and from the way he was acting he seemed to be hating everything that was happening. As for another woman who was smoking, she seemed to be enjoying the whole thing with a ghoulish fair about her.

I don't trust that one, taking pleasure from others pain. Normally I could understand where it comes from. But something about this one is just, off. Looking back at the person who handed Blesse the note pad she held it up waiting for the responce, but it seemed the fight hat taken up the commotion and thus the person was no longer interested she guessed. With a mute sigh she set down the Note pad and waited. Surely if they where going to introduce each other, it was not going to be at knife point. Besides, if it came down to such things why would she need a knife. Should any of them come too close, she could always show them why she was called the Firebug.

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Holding up one hand she extinguished the ball of black fire that was floating around Blesse. Smoke emitted for but a moment before it was as if the Fire had never been. Holding up her hand she shook her head. Thou it would calm my nerves, I can't take off this mask, no breathing is bad enough...Why do I have problems, ah I know its because Humanity is crazy and I am just another Physio created by it. At least that's what your all thinking... Her thoughts not being directed at anyone the Firebug just refused the smoke and looked forwards. It seemed she was doomed to be unknown in this little world, besides, she had to keep up her health. It took a lot to sit in the oven she called a fire suit after all.

Andre shifted and woke up with a groan. "Uhhh....what happened?" he asked, "Did he get away?"

Getting up Blesse nodded, not like she had a place outside of Emberlight to call her home anyway. This world above was alien to her enough as it was and trying to buy a home this long after she has had one below would only make things worse for ware. However she had to remember one very key thing. She could be walking into some kind of painful trap, after all the surface dweller's where always spiting her and hating what she represented. Alright, guess I don't have a choice but to follow the pain lover. Why did I think that.

Stretching herself a little, Blesse rose to her full hight, nothing shocking but it could have been seen real quick she lacked the strock muscle of most knights. If anything she was avrage. Yet, Gwen could have figured it was not her muscle's that where her deadliest weapon.

Being ignored was perfect for Blesse here. Since Gwen was well with in her Ten yard range and the fact Blesse was a walking Incinerator as it stood, she simply used this and put her right hand at the back of the new person's head. He might no have sinced Blesse behind him, of course she was not attacking or anything she was simply laying down a threat, since this Gwen person was being nice the Firebug felt a obligation to return the favor.

Still it was not something to be taken lightly, and the fact she knew this person had not the understanding of Blesse's skills thus they where both on even terms when it came to a fight and understanding one another. Taking a quick glance she can see he is well armed but why would some one attack a commrad, this did not add up and from the way it was turning out her prediction about the smoking woman was seeming more and more plosible. Alright, use my eyes. He has a powerful gun, using a Sword that would require him to attack slower then normal, and his shield. Based on this I could ignite him and let the fire do the work, but that leaves question to what all he has in his reserves. Looking over at the smoking woman Blesse had a thought that seemed to pop up. All she needs to do is keep this ones attention or get rid of him. But why do I get the since of something, burning inside of this one. Like a fire that is wanting to burn away from its confines, where have I felt that before.

With a silent huff Blesse keep her weapon aimed in the event things got bad, if anything for her own sake.

((Woot, stats make this easier to work with in the long run :L But I wonder who else will remember their stats and work with those limitations.))

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OOC: wow...that is menacing o_o

Sono clears his throat again. "I apologize for my... er, lateness." He paused to think. "What do we do once the White Council members are taken care of? I mean, do we take the bodies- or rather, what's left of them?"

A few hours later, depth 23, Location: aurora isles
[Elzilia speeds her way across the grassy isles, making sharp turns here and there to bypass the corners. Finally, finding a long straight path near the terminal, Elzilia turns her booster engine to the maximum and blaze her way across the straight path. The artificial sun bathed the lash grass with life and warmth, the clockwork suddenly felt ever more organic, despite its mechanical nature. As she is about to reach the terminal, a group of winged knights appeared in the sky. As soon as the winged knights spotted Elzilia, they started to fire beams of lightning bolts at her, Elzilia immediately breaks and turns around to evade the flying hostiles. She charges the engines to overheat and started to dodge the lightning bolts.]

Elzilia: *call Ursulan* “Manus! This is reaper, I am being attacked by a group of spiral knight flyers! They got some kind of wing!”

Ursulan: *responds* “copy that reaper, the winged knights are most likely to be the Valkyries… keep them at your tails, I am coming to back you up… Manus out.” *hangs off*

[A lightning bolt struck down one of Elzilia’s booster engine and her speed is dropped down to half, Elzilia decelerates and rolls over. She can’t fight flying enemies while her blades are so short, the best she can do is to take cover behind a mossy stone wall from a structure built long ago.]

Valkyrie Captain: “Sisters! The Morai filth has invaded the isle! Purify her!” *charges up a large lightning bolt* “Your death awaits! Morai scum!” *tosses the bolt at the mossy stone wall*

Elzilia: *rolls out of the cover, the wall disintegrated on contact with the lightning bolt* “MANUS! I can use some help right about now!”
Ursulan: *chuckles* “Relax, reaper, the cavalry has arrived…”

Sono noted a strange atmosphere around the champion, but wasn't quite sure why. He started feeling uneasy and edged towards the door. Remembering something he had to get for his brother, "Excuse me, sir, but I'll be on my way." Sono headed out the door.

At the Bazaar, Sono was getting some headache pills for Mech. When he left to go back, his mind began talking to him.
*What was that back there?*
"That guy... you felt it too, right?"
*Dude, I'm your subconscious, of course I felt that.*
"He just felt off. Like he was something completely different from us."
*....*
"Look, I don't know what it was, but he's not right."
*Like how you are, talking to yourself?*
"Ugh, forget it. Let's just go back to Mech"

((OOC: Sono has a tendency to talk to "himself". Quotes since one's subconscious technically isn't then. I think.))

((OOC: I guess Sono will.

Not right now though.))

Cicero jumps after Gwen.

"WAIT! IS THERE SOMETHING YOU CAN DO!?" he cries after her, tears streaming down his face.

"Help me! Please!" He yells again.

Cicero charges at Gwen, arms akimbo to tackle both of them. Stumbling forward from momentum, he draws his sword. He swings it in an underhand at Gwen.

"If you can't help me. I'LL MAKE YOU"

At the last minute, Cicero leaps out of the way of the burning fire.

So she can control it

He jumps at Blesse, in an overhand strike.

The dream came back, Feeling the exact same. A sense of hopelessness and doom fell upon her, And Renao was kneeling in the dirt, Clutching a wound at her stomach. A figure with long, white hair that seemed oddly familiar, and a nondescript face Loomed above Renao. The blank faced woman raised her sword, And Renao awoke, Sweat dripping across her face. Renao quickly removed her Kat Cowl and Electronic mask, Despite the fact that the stranger She could not remember was watching her.
(OOC: Descriptions are normally required when making a post that is important)
Renao pulled a small tub out of her pack, And filled it with water. She plunged her head into the tub, And her Obsidian locks floated to the top.
After a few seconds, She pulled her head out of the tub and emptied it, putting it back into her pack.
Renao shuffled her hands, stuttering "S-so I see y-you're awake, Jaxter." She said, Slightly embarrased, But also ashamed of her scarred eyes. She subconciously put on her mask, Although it was transparent, So she hastily put on her Cat Cowl, So that her eyes were covered.
Clearing her thoughts, Renao quietly said, "We should probably head back, It's getting dark out. So you know, I don't think you're a bad person... Killing is a much worse act than stealing."

[The Valkyries closed in on Elzilia, they readied their lightning bolt for the kill. Ursulan, Elzilia’s mission supervisor, hovered to the aurora isles with a small Morai gun ship, the ‘Ravager’, a single pilot gun ship armed with two high calibre chain guns, designed for the single purpose of laying waste to ground and air targets. Ursulan fired a barrage of chain gun rounds at the Valkyries, the four men squad is eviscerated within a matter of second. One of them is left badly wounded and attempted to escape, but Elzilia managed to run up onto a ramp and chopped her down mid-air. The wounded Valkyrie falls into the sky island and her wings are riddled in bullets.]

Ursula: *cuts into Elzilia's frequency* "Reaper, this is Manus, I am returning to base, interrogate that Valkyrie and get the location of their leader. Manus out." *hangs off and drives the Ravager back to the surface*

Elzilia: *approaches the wounded Valkyrie* “… Your wings won’t help you now, tremble before the might of the Morai legion!”

Wounded Valkyrie: *sees Elzilia and started to sob* “…” *sniff* *sniff*

Elzilia: *hears the boyish sob* “… You are a boy?” *flusters* “… Hey, what is with the crying?! Face your death with some guts kid!”
Wounded Valkyrie: *sniff* *sniff* “I – I – don’t want to die…” *sniff* *sniff*

Elzilia: *tightened her face and grins* “So… what is your name…”

Wounded Valkyrie: *sniff* sniff* “Midnight…”

Elzilia: *sneers* “Midnight? What kind of name is that? Anyway, I am Elzilia, the purple talon, tell me, where is your queen or king hiding?”

Midnight: *stops the sobbing and becomes frightened* “I-I can’t tell you that! My queen specifically told me not to tell anyone of her location!”

Elzilia: *reveals her plasma blade* “I am afraid that isn’t good enough for me!” *points the blade at Midnight’s porcelain chin* “If you tell me where your queen lives, I will spare your life…”

[The young male Valkyrie again bursts into tears when Elzilia demanded him the impossible. Elzilia, unable to bare Mindight’s childishness any longer, decided to pick his pocket. From inside his Valkyrie raiment, Elzilia found a map, locating the nearest Valkyrie temples, Midnight tries to snatch the map back but Elzilia forced him back with her plasma blade.]

Midnight: *panics* “What are you doing, outsider? Why are you trying to hurt us?”

Elzilia: *sneers* “I would like to ask the same thing from you, why did you and your sisters attacked me? And also, if you are a boy, why are you wearing a Valkyrie dress?”

Midnight: *fidgets* “The Valkyrie dress is a part of the council’s tradition, I am the first male born Valkyrie in decades, my sisters disliked me because I resembled the fallen one… so they raised me as a girl…”

Elzilia: “… Being raised as a girl huh? Good for you, I was born and raised as a killer… only 1 out of every 50 test subjects make it through the reaper programme… I guess I am a 2 percent-er, so we do have something in common after all…” *chuckles and puts the map into her back pack* “Thanks for the map… I will be seeing you around, the reaper has got your name… kiddo…” *light stroke Midnight’s nose and jumps down to a lower level of the clockwork*

Midnight: *sees that Elzilia has decided to spar his life, let’s out a huge sigh* “… Phew… that was close… Ouch, my wings… they are ruined…” *sees a rustle in a pile of bushes nearby* “Who? Who is that?”

Affraiel: *emerges from the bush pile* “Hey kid! Got any food? Your uncle Affraiel here is starving…”

You realize I have a shield, right?

Cicero raises his shield, and the familiar dome of a blue force field surrounds him. He checks his HUD. The shield remains at 75%. He fires a rapid stream of Polaris shots into the Firebug, close enough together to be impossible to dodge.

Two can play at that game

Unmoving the Firebug just remained, the fool trapping himself with his own shield letting the shots bounce around inside. It was a key reason that one was never suppose to use a weapon when blocking for risk of the bolts bouncing off the shield and returning to the sender. On her knee she gave a second smile of unseen glee, her hands coming up, the pinky and index fingers touching each other while her other fingers remained folded into a fist like state. Lets see, you trapped yourself in a ball thats a shield meant to protect you from damage. Yes the flames will not hit you, but the Oven effect will start any second now.

It seemed to Blesse this fool attacked with out using his brain, even a lower rank would have been smart enough to no trap one's self in a shield and fire let alone get surrounded by fire. Her we go. By her whim the flames came around the barrier of energy starting to heat up slowly starting the convention precess. This was always something she hated but the fool attacked her and it was no longer her choice if he survived this. His shield will turn into his coffin, his own fault really.

Now would be a real good time for this smoking woman to stop this before he dies from being cooked alive. Blesse let slip across her mind for Gwen to hear.

((OOC: Yeah, forgot to say that. What's the name of the area Tinkinzar is in, Thin?))

Silently sitting in her cell Blesse held her hands together, it was bad enough she nearly killed a Knight but worse yet to have the Baron mad at her. Perhaps she was not quite ready to return to the surface yet. It did not help she was currently being help in a cell because of her actions, if anything this was starting to get on her nerves more so because of the one who started the fight.

No, he did the right thing. The Baron has never made a bad call concerning us yet and I will never go back on what he says. Blesse clapped her hands together as she waited for her time to be up. I want to go home now, back down in the underground where the Gremlins are nicer then the Knights. Still can't think like that, after all I did fight back so I deserve this. Her mute world only seemed darker as she listened to the quiet cell. Alone and in the dark, mostly because she broke the light as it was bugging her with the buzzing, she now wanted nothing more then to be done with these humans up top, they were nothing but trouble then and now it seems.

OOC: Isn't Jaxter with Renao? So, did he get throw in jail, because he was still waiting with her.

EDIT: Nevermind I'll just edit my post.