[Plot] The Emperor's Pleasure - Under the Sea

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Deni sipped at the amber-green drink and released a content sigh. The short smile never left his lips, even as Ignis meandered off around the dancefloor towards one of the statues. His blue eyes followed her for just a second before flitting around the room. If his gaze never rested on a person for more than a few seconds, he shouldn't draw any unwanted attention.

The velen leaned and whispered into Aeria's ear for a few minutes before lurching away from the table and over to the dancefloor. He turned towards Ignis and motioned her over as he began to sway to the beat of the music.

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"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Ignis stiffened, startled to find that in her distraction the Emperor himself had approached her. How could a man wearing such brash colors come up unnoticed? The enlil felt compelled to nod, hoping that would be the end of it.

Thadal smiled, looking at the statue more than at Ignis. "Did you know that the velen once had many kingdoms? This was before the Cataclysm, when we had all the world's oceans to call home. All of the territory you know on the surface and more, much more." The Emperor stepped forward and brushed a hand over the statue in front of them.

"There were four kingdoms that stood above the rest: Thalass, Natatoria, Littoril, and Pel. The Lady Arbiter bestowed her blessings upon a great stone in each of these four. White marble, red granite, black onyx, and yellow quartzite. From these stones, each kingdom carved a statue in Her honor.

"Now, all of the kingdoms have gone, but all of the velen are now united into one common empire. Pel's statue became the foundation around which Pelagia was anchored. This statue," Thadal explained, caressing the white marble fondly and proudly, "was once found in the Kingdom of Thalass, in the frosty waters far to the northwest. Once thought lost, I brought it, and its sisters, home."

There was something otherworldly about the statue, and it was easy to believe that it had been blessed by the Vis. It was different in a way that she couldn't define, but visions of Natum flashed through Ignis' mind.

Thadal was clearly proud of the statues, proud that he had returned the velen artifacts to the empire. Or perhaps, just proud to have them in his possession?

"Too many eyes," Keydis agreed after following Red's gaze and watching for a moment. She didn't like the body language of the unknown dignitaries that were watching the gaggle of kids surrounding Aelflead. "There's no way anyone would do something stupid here and now, right? They just think the kids are brats."

Despite her assurances, Keydis started weaving through the crowd of fellow 'heroes' and the local nobility, closing the gap. The hair on the back of her arm was prickled and she felt like things were brewing that were over her head. Making sure to keep close to Red, Keydis finally caught Aelflead's eyes through the crowd.

The knowing look told her that the firebrand was also feeling uneasy.

"No need to stress," Keydis muttered to Red, trying to convince herself. "Nothing's going to happen. Not with this many people around." Is this why we're here? she wondered to herself. Thadal's little speech made a little more sense in that light. Instead of welcoming them, was he actually warning nasty elements that they were there?

Keydis grabbed a bottle of wine from one of the tables, hesitated, and then grabbed a bottle of liquor instead, along with two wine glasses. She poured both glasses full and handed one to Red. They were no more than twenty feet from Aelflead and the imperial younglings. If anything happened, they were in position.

But nothing would happen.

The glass lifted to her lips and Keydis' eyes lit up. "Woo. This Neptune guy knows the good shit," she remarked to Red, picking the bottle back up to read the label.


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The spurii looked thoughtful as Deni whispered, nodding on occasion and pursing her lips. Afterwards, she glanced at the emperor and to his children, slowly assessing them. They all looked quite different and now her understanding of how they connected had increased. Ignis approached and made her own concerns known too. The atmosphere was generating more unease in this little party than it had any right to do.

Each of the two women joined Deni, swaying to the music and sliding around the dance floor, looking easy and relaxed as they moved within earshot of the velen. Aeria leaned in, her voice pitched within the tighter circle. “It’s weird. This whole place has a weird atmosphere. I don’t like how no one is acknowledging what’s happening. What do you guys think? Deni, you know your own people, are you getting any weird vibes?”

The pace of the music picked up and so everyone started to move. The little trio were having to adjust their speed, avoiding the chance of accidentally causing some sort of collision. It was challenging their conversational skills, but it was also increase the cone of silence around the group. Keeping up wasn’t any problem, as they were all fit and energetic, but if anyone outside of their group knew about their conversation, there might have been ironic laughter.

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Rather than setting her sights on her closest friends, Ignis instead saw the emperor himself standing behind her. Though she didn't jump, the slight rising of the down feathers coating her neck gave away her surprise. She smiled and nodded where appropriate while Thadal began to give her a brief history lecture. Though his stealth was unnerving, the enlil didn't immediately seek to escape the emperor's attention.

After her dealings with fae, Ignis had learned to listen carefully whenever someone offered up information. Though the meaning behind this story might not be straightforward, it could become useful later. Briefly, Ignis glanced over Thadal's shoulder and saw Aeria beckon her. Still, the avian woman stayed where she was until the emperor finished his narrative.

"These don't seem to be mere works of art, though," the enlil ventured carefully. "They have a... draw to them that simpler artifacts lack." The words were chosen carefully to appeal to Thadal's pride in these items in hopes of encouraging him to share more information.

She sipped at her drink, but otherwise remained mostly still. The lack of extra movements or fidgeting was almost unnatural. Ignis' patience was borne of dealing with things that were more than natural and it showed in brief moments like this.

In her mind's eye, Ignis could see flames dancing, licking at her hands and curling around her. Her own eyes seemed to warm in their color, the dark brown taking on a more reddish hue. The not-quite-mortal tilted her head curiously, her expression seeking to compel Thadal to speak.
 

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"They were blessed by one of the Five," Thadal reiterated, smiling. "Of course they are more than simple art. They are part of the legacy of the velen people." He leaned in a little closer and whispered, "Touch it." His tone was disturbingly seductive, but also authoritative. The emperor didn't wait for an answer, either, and gently took Ignis by the wrist, pulling her hand toward the statue.

Immediately, Ignis recoiled. The statue felt like it was burning, like the flames in her mind were bottled up inside it, together with the verdant forests and even roiling waves.

Thadal nodded as if her reaction had been expected. "No threat, then, are you?" he murmured, smile broadening. "Perhaps Eximium has some discernment, after all."

Five... seven... Keydis sipped at her liquor while she and Red walked alongside the banquet table. There were at least eight people in the crowd paying too much attention to Aelflead and the younglings surrounding her. Four of them had been guests on the ship with the rest, and four were new faces she assumed were from Pelagia.

The emperor was across the room with Ignis, looking at one of the statues. Grace was near the throne, speaking with a pair of important-looking nobles. Venus was dancing with a grayscale old enough to be her grandfather, hopefully out of propriety and nothing more. By her count, there were only a dozen imperial guards in the room. Arrogant and careless, Keydis thought, shaking her head. They'd even been allowed in with their weapons. This emperor really did live a cushy life without a care.

Keydis had been in more than her share of brawls and she had developed a sixth sense for the sort of mounting tension that signaled a fight coming on. Of course, after the uneventful trip, it could have been wishful thinking. The hair on the back of her arms was prickling, though. Tense though she was, Keydis couldn't help the genuine smile that welled up as the young princeling led Aelflead into a dance. Mitis took the twins by the hands and danced with both of them at once, a sight so sweet it made the brunette's teeth ache.

But then some of the suspicious figures began closing in toward the dancers. "I'll go left, you go right," Keydis said quietly, setting her glass down.


A velen with fine, black clothes and vibrant red scales moved in rapidly, bypassing oblivious guests and closing in on the three youngest children. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his eyes darted around. Then he lurched forward, palm outstretched toward the dancing princess.

Keydis reached out and snatched his wrist. Her grip was like a vice. "Don't be rude," she warned. "Looks like they're having fun, right?"

Instead of backing off, the velen's other arm swung around with a knife, his eyes desperate. Keydis buried her fist in the assailant's face while his knife skated off her armor. His eyes rolled back and he crumpled.

All at once, the throne room erupted into chaos. A guard shouted at Keydis and began rushing over just as others rushed for the children. Aelflead threw Cordatus behind herself before a wild-eyed enlil could snatch him up, but a demvir barreled in to tackle her and a velen tried to dodge past her. A pair of laicar came in from the right, the man drawing a rapier while the woman had only a buckler. Red was there to meet them. Three velen converged on Keydis at once.

The women were outnumbered more than two to one.

At the throne, the two dignitaries speaking to Grace had suddenly pulled out swords, pointing them at the eldest princess. She was shaking, but stood tall and proud in the face of the threat, maintaining an absolute regal composure. The old man dancing with Venus had also pulled a knife, holding it to the girl's throat. Other traitors took up defensive positions around the princess and her captor.

"Don't touch them!" Cordatus shouted, drawing a fine stiletto and stabbing at one of the velen traitors who reached for his younger siblings. Mitis had two knives, a stiletto held underhand on the left, and a leaf-shaped blade in the right. The two took up positions with their backs to Puella and Puer, who were trembling and holding each other, poking and slashing at anyone getting too close.

"Neptunem! Blood for blood! Only your children's blood will satisfy!" the elder velen shouted in an otherworldly voice, a fierce dialect of Himai completely lost on most of the non-velen in the room. "Undo what you've wrought!"

Thadal was stiff, eyes watching as each of his children were threatened. "This is not how negotiation works. Unhand my children else see your bodies strung up on hooks, serpent tails ripped from your body, flayed open to dry in the sun while you watch!" he shouted back viciously. In common, he ordered his guards, "Take them alive, if you can, but don't allow a single scratch to my family!"

A curved blade burst from Thadal's stomach, red and dripping. He gasped, clutching at the blade. An echoing, modulated voice mimicked the Himai speech to whisper, "The time for negotiation has passed, emperor." The demvir assassin stood up to its full height; one of the passengers from the ship, the machina was tall and clad in dark metal plates. The half-cape declaring it one of the 'heroes' remained over one shoulder, mocking the whole affair.

Emperor Thadal stared wordlessly at the blade, mouth moving but no words coming out. The demvir ripped the blade back out, allowing the emperor to fall to the ground.

"Emperor!" The shout came from all across the room, guards and dignitaries alike.

"Father!" The heart-wrenching chorus of children's cries.

From the floor, Thadal gasped and whispered out, "Caput... hurry..."

The demvir turned its eyes on Ignis. Its mask was shaped in the mock-up of a skull, with glowing white eyes. The bloody saber lifted toward her.

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Alright, there are four points of interest:

Keydis, Aelflead, and Red are nearest to the four younger children.

Deni, Aeria, and Dante(?) are nearest to Venus and her captors.

No one is particularly close to Grace.

Ignis is near to the emperor.

There are 12 imperial guards. Of the 48 'heroes,' 12 are now openly traitors. Of the Pelagian nobles, there are another 12 or more traitors. Lot of 12s. Other nobles you can expect to stay out of the fight, but you are welcome to write some of the other passengers joining in to assist.

Deni and Aelflead would have understood the italics (Himai) speak. Others would not.

Protect the imperial family. Do what you've got to do. Whether you write alone or together, I want you to write your fights to completion, not turn-by-turn. Have some stand-out moments but be sure to illustrate the stakes at hand.
 
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After what seemed like an eternity, a shriek of surprise split the air.

With the sound of a soft tinkling of bells; a plume of flame erupted and peeled away from Aelflead's form to reveal a tri-horned daemon with a long black tail standing in her place.

The shriek was a garbled tinny mess that came from the demvir who'd found themselves seized in the daemon's black teeth by the shoulder the moment it'd burst into existence, and then promptly flung through the air, engulfed in angry violet flames, for the crime of assaulting the crown's children in the daemon's presence.

The she-daemon's kept moving, and in the same motion her left foot came down in a vicious arc onto the head of the velen trying to duck past her, stomping him into the stone floor with such force it exploded. The sheer heat rolling off of the daemon as she struck turned the shrapnel and dust into globs of molten stone and leaving a viscous red puddle in the small crater the daemon had planted her victim in.

Her tail finished the flurry of action; turning into a wrecking ball as it whipped around in a wide arc to slam into the face of the enlil that had first lunged after Cordatus. The resulting crack of the strike was reminiscent of a rifle going off, and it launched it's victim like a bat out of hell, sending them streaking across the ground and through the crowd like a violet star.

When she righted herself, the she-daemon's head whipped around to lock eyes with each of the former heroes engaging on the children with a wild look that was too hateful to be properly called just a scowl and drew two of her daggers from their sheaths with a flourish that made them and the necklace at her throat flash fuchsia for a second before they stopped moving.

Then a horrific, commanding screech ripped itself from her throat that didn't quite sound human:

"̙̝̲́E̡̻͎̖̺x͇ṕ̖̺͕̻l̺̳̥͢a̱i̤͓͕͙͈̮͞ņ̭̤ ̢͙͙̣̩̣̜̖y̞̦͓͜ou͉̣͞ͅr̘͡ś̜̠̻̠ͅe҉̮̻̜͙̝̻̳ḷ͚͍̺̱v̲̮̻̦͘e͏͖͓͕̟̻̤s̬̝̼̱͖ ̵͎͙̯̠̳̙̯̀then ͎̥͍̗͚̀d͓͓̮̱͈̫̠i̮̭̦̥̞̫̦e͎̹͞ ̛̲͖w͕̘̼͔͟i̲̺ͅt̩̯̥h̰̠̥͕̟ ̲̞̖̩͝ͅmy͏͚ ̙͈̥k̢n̮͚̞̞̙̫̰ḭvḙ̶̺͉͍̫̩͖s̩̻̝ ̩͉̪͕s͓͔̰̥̩ͅͅt̖̻u̮͍̺̕c̼̳̗̠̪̱̠k̭̫̫͙͎̲͢ͅ ̹̘̪̦̣̫͖͟i͈͓̬n͇̲̩̣̠͠ y͠o̧̟̗̱͍̖ų̻̲̫̦̫r͏̫ ̨ṭ̛͉̟̩h̩r̶͙͉o̼̰̭̟a̭̳̼̩t̖̼͎͉͇͎s͙͈̱̰̜̻.͕̝̳̘"̣̦͓͎͕̜̖

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Feats: ... Passion, Audax Laxovis, Corpore Daemonum

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Slot [1] Diagnosis
Slot [1] Hunter Eye
Slot [1] Shell
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Mundane Hunting Knife
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Auritium catalyst
Occultus' Shade {C} Tier
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Whirlwind > Augmented with: Gangway > Augmented with: Corpore Daemonium

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Aeria’s body reacted, the years of training making her move without thought. The chaotic bedlam faded into the background. Her sharp violet eyes were gazing toward the three attackers, the one who held Venus in his grasp, focused intently on the scene. Her free hand tracing a broken symbol of universal balance in the air in front of her, A moment later a reflected echo of her form still stood in place. Her real body, on the other hand, was now behind the three captors.

First she struck the man who held Venus, her halberd lashing out with deadly force and hitting him right at the base of his neck, punching into his skull at an upwards angle, HIs lifeless body slumped and already the spurii was moving as she shouted at Venus to stay behind her. Aeria had already struck the second of the three men in the throat with her halberd, sending him to the ground, grasping at his throat. Aeria kept herself between the princess and the third assailant who roared and charged her. She planted the butt of her halberd firmly and as he struck with his sword, causing it to jerk and fall from his grasp.

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Ignis frowned as the emperor murmured that she wasn't a threat. His grasp on her wrist had taken the avian by surprise, but she hadn't been able to resist his commands. It was of no surprise --velen were known for their ability to convince, bargain, manipulate, and coerce. That didn't mean something within her didn't itch to set him on fire for testing her. The motives for that test made themselves clear within seconds, though.

Traitors. They had been infiltrated.

Dark brown eyes flickered around the room, taking note of several "heroes" threatening the rest of the royal family. Thadal said something in velen tongue, a series of guttural sounds, harsh clicks, and hisses that she couldn't interpret. The threat in his tone was easy enough to interpret and Ignis could guess that he was ordering them to unhand his family -- that's what rulers did. They weren't used to people not respecting their command.

His demands were met with a fatal attack. The curved blade protruding from the now slumping emperor gleamed in the soft lighting with dark red blood. Flecks of the fluid spattered against her cloak, a few small droplets even hitting her face. The engineer's frown deepened. That wound looked to be beyond what Amicus might be able to heal. Perhaps he could have stopped some of the bleeding, but each second pints of that precious life giving fluid gushed out. If his intestines had been ruptured, then their contents would poison him from within.

Ignis had dismissed him as a lost cause by the time the emperor's body hit the ground, distantly aware of the screams of his children.

She watched the demvir lifted that bloodied blade against her.

The enlil's expression was impassive as if she too were made of metal. Her arm raised, pointing a pistol at her mechanical foe's face. She fired a bullet directly at that eerie skull mask, a dangerous red hue threatening to overtake her irises. The half mortal silently cursed her lack of firepower; she'd brought Cora on the airship expecting a fight, but left the drone in the carriage that transported her to this underwater palace not expecting to need it. If she was going to be able to do anything, she needed to get back towards the carriage to be close enough to call the drone to her.

With that in mind, flames licked at the young woman's feet before bursting upwards like a pyre and consuming her whole. The flaming column stood for a few moments before dissipating, leaving a large pile of ashes behind.

Fired one shot at the masked demvir's face with adept skill (2 tiers of damage) and then used Unique Feat Occultum in Silva to teleport to Natum.
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Deni was as alarmed at the exchange in his native tongue as he was at the events that unravelled so swiftly before him. What had the Emperor done that warranted spilling his children’s blood? Perhaps all of the ‘heroes’ of the Black Portal campaign had not been brought before the Emperor for his pleasure alone.

Before Deni had time to ponder the words and ask questions, the fighting began. Yet for a few seconds, he didn’t budge a muscle. There were too many delicate intricacies in the wild chaos erupting in the hall, too many possible victims and too few willing to save them. Somebody needed to take a moment to think - not that it was easy with what could only be described as a demonic Aelflead thrashing around! - to realise what it was that needed to be done before committing to it.

Blue eyes raced as fast as his mind, assessing every situation within the hall before determining the best course of action. Aeria leapt forth, halberd in hand, with the swiftness her slim frame allowed. Deni trusted her with that polearm. She was a formidable opponent when she needed to be.

The pale velen’s teeth grated together. He very nearly succumbed to the itch and pulled his pistol to save Ignis, but she had proven time and again just how tough she was. The assassin wouldn’t stand a chance.

Then, he saw it. Amidst the turmoil on the floor, none had looked to the throne! Princess Grace remained with her back straight as the two guards unsheathed their blades.

Deni swung the auritium rifle off his back and dropped to one knee. Praematurum Excidiis. Premature eradication. That name had come from a joke. He wasn’t smiling now.

With a great thud, a steel bolt was loosed. The force of the impact driven through the assassin’s skull sent him hurtling a distance away from the flinching Princess. Deni emptied the bolt and loaded another as fast as he could. Was he going to be too late? No. That wasn’t an option. He would kill that man and save the Princess. Now was his chance, his true chance to be a hero.

The rogue looked down the sights. The second assaillant had positioned himself behind Princess Grace. The shot was going to be difficult. She closed her eyes. Even with the blade to her throat she stood, back straight, pure defiance, the very epitome of her namesake. Deni hoped his rifle lived up to its own namesake.

A steady inhale. Had the blade already breached her skin? He couldn’t tell at this distance, not with all of the other people fighting around the floor and that great Aelflead daemon causing mayhem. Breathe. Out.

The metal bolt flew as Deni pulled the trigger. The dignitary coughed a horrible gurgling sound as they fell away from the Princess and were pinned to the arm of the throne. A splash of crimson from where the bolt pierced the base of his neck stained Princess Grace’s dress. Deni’s heart skipped a beat as she put her hand to her own throat as if to stop some kind of bleeding. When she brought her hand away, she saw only a trickle of red. Just a nick. With a relieved grin, Deni let his rifle fall to his side and drew his auritium pistol, an amalgamation of gold and dark steel, to kill anybody else to threaten the royal family.

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Ruin. Just beneath the surface, something woke, summoned up by the demonic shriek, the myriad shouts and screams and the crying children. Demolish. Three enemies: gray, epee; green, flanged mace; leopard-spotted, katars. Kill.

Keydis ripped her sword from the sheath buried under her Aridusian silks. Promoveo's auritium edge caught the light, a brilliantly-honed schiavona already coursing with the violent gales Annora had imbued into the weapon. Once her hand slipped into the basket hilt, the voice quieted, and Keydis exhaled. Her eyes came up, steely and composed, lip curling into a grin.

The lithe grayscale reached her first, lunging with the epee. He was dressed in a fine suit, some high-born velen with the money to hire proper teachers, and it showed in the refinement of his form, the perfectly executed fleche. Keydis twisted and stepped in as the razor-sharp blade came for her, letting it skate across the spiraling basket of her hilt, and in the same motion, she buried her left fist into the velen's jaw, grunting viciously.

Then she ducked back as the green-scaled velen swung his mace down, deftly twisting her sword to slice across his ribs as she retreated. Green was wearing a leather doublet under his jacket, preventing her from cutting too deeply, but Promoveo's tip came away red.

Green pulled one hand back to his shoulder and flicked it forward. Ropes of energy burst from the floor, wrapping around her left leg and arm just as Spot rushed in with a flurry of vicious attacks. "Damn!" The third velen was a warrior, the purple half-cloak on his shoulder marking him as one of the elites from her group. He was small, for a velen, but fast and clad in a sleeveless cuirass. His scalp looked like it was covered in eels.

Keydis ripped free of the ropes with a sudden burst of effort and lifted Promoveo up high, launching herself into the air in a blast of wind, up and over the slashing claw-blades. The brunette twisted in the air, bringing her left palm up against the flat of her blade; she swept her hand down the blade as she turned, and suddenly she was holding a red-hot brand, blade glowing red-orange, pulsing with the searing heat of a stoked forge.

Promoveo chopped through the air, leaving a red blur in its wake and slicing Spot's shoulder. The half-cloak caught fire. As her boots touched the ground, Keydis rushed forward, slicing Spot across the opposite hip and then running up to Green with a broad rising chop. The velen blocked the attack with the haft of his mace, but not before the red-hot metal ripped through his leather doublet and into his belly. As he fell, screaming in agony, Keydis whirled back to the grayscale, who was shaking but back on his feet, a pistol leveled her way.

A crack of gunfire sounded. For an instant, Keydis saw a white skull, felt the bite of dry sands on her skin, felt hot blood running down her collarbone.

Then she was back in the palace, underwater, now face-to-face with the grayscale. Kill. The sleeve over her left arm was shredded, revealing violet steel blended into angry red skin, with glowing veins like lightning bolts. A blade extended from her wrist, straight into the velen's chest. He let out a watery gasp and dropped his pistol, still cocked and loaded.

Keydis ripped her blade free, vicious barbs tearing at flesh. Her blood was boiling, chest heaving. Promoveo's blade continued to burn and blood dripped from the tip of Caeancora. The velen fell to his knees, clutching the wound, and then fell over on his side, joining her other two opponents on the ground.

"Who's next?!" Keydis shouted, eyes wild. Her grin turned feral, fist tightening on her burning sword, knuckles white. She looked around, hungry for more action, eager to carve and batter and rip and tear. "Just try to lay a hand on one of these kids, you gutless fucks!"


[666/5881]

GM turn a bit later, I wanted to write some Keydis.

This isn't necessary, but I had fun choreographing it in my head so in order:

Gray: Fleche -> Keydis
Keydis: Parry (250) -> Gray
Keydis: Riposte (with fist) (250) -> Gray
Green: Attack -> Keydis
Keydis: Fall Back (500) -> Green
Green: Halt -> Keydis
Spot: Reckless Charge -> Keydis
Keydis: Limitless (break binding) (250) -> Self
Keydis: EX-Item - Promoveo (500) -> Wind-blast Upward
Keydis: EX-Item - Calida Calces (500) -> Heat Promoveo's blade
Keydis: Attack -> Spot
Keydis: Reckless Charge (1200) -> Spot, Green
Keydis: PTSD (triggered by either Ignis or Deni's gunshot)
Keydis: Magnum - Jaculum (unleash arm blade)
Keydis: Fleche (500) -> Gray

Total Vigor: 26,250
Spent Vigor: 3950
Remaining: 22,300 (85%)

Calida Calces buff: 2 rounds remaining
 
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Dante

The Kinner
Mar 10, 2019
1
0
1
Latens
155✦
Exa
⏆12,425
Bounty
⏈0
Dahlitium
0⌯
Bigatium
0⍨
Auritium
0⍫
Vitatium
0⌭
Caelitium
0⌬
In amidst the chaos, there was a laicar, utterly unremarkable and insignificant compared to the stakes at hand. How had he even ended up here? As a bodyguard of a much more significant person, and he was not even doing that job right. His eyes were closed, Dante focused within himself to find a valve, reached out and turned it open.

The athlete moved extremely quickly as the world around him seemed to slow down, closing the gap to the princess and Aeria. Engaging the assailant from the left, Dante ducked down low and swept the man's legs from under him and while he was falling down punched the man in his chest with a firm straight utilsing the momentum of his sweeping. He exhaled as he stood ready, signaling to Aeria that he would cover the princess from the other side and stepped over.

Vigor : 5525 / 5500
Pugilis (Skilled)
Bellator (Adept)

Spells Known:
Mend
Stone Summit
Lightning Orb
Deflector
Shell

Zone turns 1/5.
Personal Feat - Zone

Description:
Dante had always been a natural for his game and under the expert coaching of his father the talent was tempered with extensive training over the years. As a result Dante has obtained a potential for the state of mind where an athlete becomes absorbed in their own play. For each athlete the trigger to enter this state of mind is different and the door to it opens up unpredictably. However Dante can force the door open at will. However, Zone drains the athlete's stamina considerably and after dropping from the Zone it is much harder if not impossible to enter it again immediately.

Effect: When activated, Dante is suddenly is capable of calling a burst of fight or flight energy, greatly increasing the athlete's running speed, jumping height and his field of vision expands to 180 degrees. He can perceive information quicker, making it seem as if time slows for the athlete. The athlete can also push his muscles further than most people, extending the duration of this state by paying 5% of his vigor per turn, up to a maximum of five consecutive turns.

Dante can maintain the Zone for a maximum of five turns per collab or chapter, and can activate it only once.
 

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