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We Who Are About to Rock; [Lesson 0 | OFFICIAL PLOT EVENT]
Topic Started: Mar 20 2017, 10:28 PM (2,221 Views)
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Vicarous to Zemal
  • It was perhaps difficult to read the intent or expression of the Emperor as he regarded Prince Zemal. He had dipped his head lightly in the return of thanks the other offered with a respectable tone, listening as the other spoke more freely. The false king's distant faded blue-gray stormlike eyes shifted slightly from the Prince to look at Talixarra, a creature that was both white and yet held all colors in sway. He blinked, realizing he'd very nearly lost his train of thought. “Such a bond as you have surely must have been fated from the beginning...” he said, his own tone level and sincere, even if his gaze seemed distant.

    What was it that was distracting his thoughts so? Or rather, causing such clarity? At this distance to the two, it seemed as if the darker aspects had receded, at least within his own mind. For a moment, at least. Maybe it was the scent of eternity flowers she had about her.

    The Emperor's expression remained even and level as Zemal explained the meaning of his colors- and whether he thought it was true or not was not evident by his face, even so, Vicarous did slowly smile. It could very nearly have looked hostile, especially with the chuckle that escaped him after it, a slow shake of his head. If Zemal had felt afraid or defensive, now would likely have spiked it as the Emperor lightly patted the Prince on the other shoulder briefly, the hand returning to his own side with no harm done, no lingering sneaky death element powers used. “Hah! That is a fair reason, young Prince, and so honest too. You'll make a good leader yet, one of these days. You have guts- I don't think anyone's been brave enough to correct me in a long time.” he laughed a genuine tone, which sounded pretty genuine, only being drowned out when he took a sip of his drink.

    Even Vicarous wasn't fool enough to think that Zemal really cared a bit about what he thought, but it did amuse him to some degree that the boy had very directly, and politely, essentially told him off without being rude. Ah, and there it was- he wished to be dismissed. His attention was turned to that of Alistiana, who was watching from across the hall, looking worried but clearly trying to stay calm and dignified. His gaze softened slightly. She didn't look well at all. Really, neither did he, but she was much worse. “Yes, if you would be so kind. Keep her waiting no longer, I would hate to see her worry anymore than she already is...”

    Those words, they did remind Vicarous of all he'd done. He could feel the regret wafting from the Prince but did nothing to intimidate the other. All he did was dip his head to the two in what could have passed as a small bow, turning from them to look back at the party, which for what it was, was not very interesting to him. The only thing that he found moderately interesting was what was on the TV in the background, where the whole wall was a big screen.

    Upon this screen was a live spacecam- One half of the screen was a closeup of the hull of what looked like a large satellite, where suited up astronauts were working on something pretty routine. The other half the screen was a wider view of the Aesullian Space Station community 'ship'. It was clearly not designed to do more than stay in one place in orbit, and certainly was not meant for deep space travel as some long ago ships from beyond the system were rumored to have been like, but even so it was fairly big and housed people who were living and working on developing space technologies and other things of that sort. The community space station was built like a large ring, with several sections of the ring being different parts connected to make the whole thing.

    Within the shot were also several other satellites and one huge one that had the vague shape of a dragon. It was apparently upon this that the crews were working on. Some were fixing up some general external wear on outer panels and fixing dents, and a more advanced team was working on a data relay. The dragon in question had been in orbit for longer than anyone could remember, sending data and findings for the state of the world to those who were studying it. (Namely, they were up there to study and keep tabs on the fate of the other continents, but that was pretty hush-hush to the main population).

    Not long after Satellite had reported some phenomenal findings, during a data transfer there had been some kind of physical interference with the relay. Supposedly some space junk had gotten lodged in some important components which had resulted in people needing to go out and physically get the data to take back for study and also fix Satellite's systems. His outer hull was something of a masterpiece, but he was quite old, and his outer armor so large, and almost entirely lacking in movement controls- Which meant he relied on the help of those in the Space Station to aid in repairs. Simple, routine maintenance.

    At least, it should have been. At first, what people saw on the screen didn't strike anyone as alarming, aside from perhaps Terminus who, in humanoid form, had stood up suddenly and was heard getting a phone-comm and yelling into it urgently. A few more seconds was all it took for everyone to suddenly, unanimously, understand that something was going horribly, horribly wrong, with a massive flash of white hot energy that shook the cam, altering its view and skewing it lopsidedly.

    The glass in Vicarous' hand dropped and broke. He, like many, were transfixed by what they were seeing, though there were many who were already turning to look at him, whispers of blame weaving in the air. It took a few moments but the room had gone deathly quiet as music screeched to a halt.

In silence and entropy
  • What had first gotten Terminus' attention was an unusual tilt of one of the ship's thrusters. Sitting docked against Satellite, there was no reason for the thruster to move, let alone tilt so far down. It was followed soon after by the others. Before he could even ask over Comm what was going on with that- as no one was currently piloting the ship aside from two people sitting in the cockpit observing their team. No one had hands on controls when the thrusters lit up and all at once shot the ship up and spinning, colliding with the hull of the great immobile dragon, which altered its position enough to slam into other ships close to it, sending some flying, one of which seemed unable to re-orient itself or get its own thrusters to work...Until the least convenient time, when it was pointed at the Space Station.

    There was nothing but silence through the speakers, intermittent static and screeching of metal from the space-station internal cams, followed by a fiery explosion, a great boom and screams before radio silence. One large wedge of the Space Station ring had been completely destroyed, and it was impossible to tell exactly how many people had been killed. The only saving grace was that each segment could totally seal itself off, and that was all they could do as they fought to orient the station and keep it stable.

    The half broken exterior, silent cam was spinning at a vomitous rotation, but fragments of picture showed at least two of the space ships, and a ton of debris, falling into the atmosphere. There was another explosion as they struck. The cam kept spinning til debres hit it and broke it completely, leaving the TV rolling static.

    Terminus was yelling into a comm unit, someone switched the TV to the emergency news station where reports were rolling in from survivors. No one could figure out how whatever had happened had happened- and that was suspicious. There were ideas being thrown back and forth- had space debris hit a thruster and sent it off? It was technically possible. The news was issuing warnings for people to stay indoors and get inside if they were out, as there was high probability of falling debris, which could and probably would hit in a wide arc over the continent and ocean.

Vespa to Xensu *Prior to and leading up to the explosions
  • At first, Vespa had been happy to sit where she was, absently grooming at Xensu's wings whenever she thought the other dragon wasn't paying attention. If she knew that the Fire/Viral didn't really particularly like her, she didn't show it, or if she knew, didn't care. As Xensu got up, though, Vespa got up shortly after and stretched, following the red dragon onto the dance floor, though her movements were weirdly stiff as she went along after the other. Her cute chirps became sharper and somewhat alarmed after a few minutes of hanging back and letting Xensu dance.

    She herself did not seem interested, but was keeping an eye on things anyway. And keep an eye she did- Which led her to bark a weird noise at Xensu, bodilly pushing her back as the sound of something skittering like mad passed them with a TIKTIKTIKTIKTIK! Sound, a few blips of sporadic hologram flickering as a metallic, needle tin tail tip narrowly missed grazing across the larger red dragon's chest. The sound soon faded to nothing, and very little had been visible to the Fire's eyes. Perhaps Vespa's vision was different.

    She half relaxed after this, and, once she'd checked the other over and found no ill marks, went back to almost normal, until the mood in the whole room shifted and attention was drawn to the screen. She chittered sad noises, not completely understanding what she saw, but felt something bad had happened. At least, she seemed as if she felt it. She was likely sensing it from Xensu who probably had at least a slightly better idea of what had happened. (Vespa likely didn't really understand machines or space, but could tell something bad happened at least.)

Idazon (Reacting)
  • The centaur was distracted from any dance that he'd been in or chatting with Teagan at the time the Space Station and ships began to malfunction- And at first he didn't think anything of it. Honestly, he'd thought some kind of movie was on, but he judged, by looking around and the yelling and screaming that reached his ears, that this was not a movie but something happening right now. Even so, he didn't precisely know /what/ it was exactly that had happened, just that it was bad. “Teagan, do you know what that was? Is someone attacking us?” he asked, worried that they were in danger.

    He was among several who had cast worried looks at the Emperor of Nondir, who was staring at the screen, just as horrified by it as anyone else. That emotion was too real to fake, it seemed. Perhaps that was what unsettled so many- if Vicarous was unnerved or afraid, then something really bad must have happened...
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Maksim to Zemal and Vicarous, Ready to Fight

Oh, shit.

Despite all the warnings, despite knowing that Zemal's uncle was already here, Maksim hadn't really considered the possibility that he'd show up. Surely he knew better? He couldn't think of a single person or creature who wanted him around. Maybe he thrived off of that? Strange bastard. And not the face Maksim wanted to see walking towards them. He clenched his hand tightly at his side, lips pressed together in a firm line as his brows knit. Zemal told him explicitly not to start a fight, but if he thought that Maksim was just going to stand here and let this asshole try to--

--Whoah. The waft of rot hit him square in the nose, and Maksim didn't even bother to try and politely hide his disgust. His nose wrinkled and he instinctively leaned backwards. Vicarous had probably been attractive at one time-- Alright, he could see how he was still attractive-- But that smell. That-- feeling. Weird, tingly, uncomfortable. Maksim wanted to get away from him, and that made him all the more furious. He wasn't well accustomed to being afraid of anyone, let alone some asshole who thought he could stab his best friend in the back.

He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth to keep himself from saying something foolish, one hand slapping over his pocket where he could feel his phone buzzing incessantly. He knew that was Mistoff. Mistoff was the only one who texted him regularly, anyway. And Maksim could guess his warning was going to be the same as Zemal's: Don't do anything stupid. Zemal had been kind enough to say it in more gentle words, but Maksim knew what he really meant. Still, if Zemal thought he was going to stand here idle and watch this exchange of false pleasantries--

"Get off it," He grumbled at last, arms crossed over his chest. He only wished he felt as brave as he sounded. "Stupid ass song and dance," He complained as an aside to Zemal. Maksim had been among the rich and powerful long enough to know that there were seldom any insults greater than being treated as though they didn't exist. It removed them from their position of power, and if he could exclude Vicarous from the conversation, talk about him as if he wasn't there... Well. It was his own brand of passive aggression, he supposed.

"Everyone knows you're not here to lick his boots," Maksim reasoned, voice wavering only a little. "No need to try and prove it to him. He only wants to fuck with you." He glanced sidelong at the "he" in question, even as he pressed closer against Zemal's side so that they nearly touched. Zemal had begged him not to react, but if this elf thought he could try something, he had another thing coming. Maksim wasn't exactly the selfless type, but if there was one person he'd be willing to take a dagger for, it was Zemal. All of these fake pleasantries, the touching... It put him on edge. And the sooner he could run this asshole off, the happier he'd be. He dug in his heels, ready to stride forward--

--But he didn't have to do anything at all. The other elf simply walked away, and Maksim slowly released the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding in. "Well," Maksim muttered. "I have to admit, I thought that was going to be..." He trailed off, distracted by the flickering screens around them as the room slowly went silent. He tugged hard on Zemal's sleeve, and pointed to one of the mega screens. "Zemal," He murmured, his irritation momentarily forgotten. "...Look."


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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto
Tag: Ballard, Panzerfaust, Brief mention of Alistiana, Reacting to events, Open
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Misuto happily listened to anything Ballard had to say, but in the meantime, she watching elsewhere. Her attention was split between many things: her rider's mind pressed against hers, the spirits in the area that were here to watch, the other wyrmlings. She'd reunited with plenty of the other Ancients during the Hatching- Astrapi and Zadasiron, to name a few- but there were others she had only gotten glimpses of. Unfortunately, Chyropter's hatching had taken much of her attention away from identifying her rookery siblings, and just as important, their riders. Misuto had felt some of them when she was in the shell, but it had taken her quite a while to figure out that Anviel was her own rider. The other riders, if she'd sensed them at all, she knew little more of than gender and species if that. There had been much, much else for to consider.

Her eyes, at one point, drifted to Alistiana. The Empress of Lomira was not difficult to pick out. Misuto's blue-white gaze lingered on the Empress for a long time, and she would not have shifted it even if Alistiana turned to look at her as well. Part of her wanted to greet Yggdrasil's rider, but it didn't feel right. Not because of rank- such ideas had never troubled Misuto- but something else that she could not quite place. Alistiana didn't look very well. Misuto had noticed something like that at the hatching, too, while watching the Life Titan. There was a sort of melancholy that lingered in the Spirit, with a cause she didn't quite want to analyze. Quiet sorrow was a familiar emotion to Misuto, but this ran deeper. Both Alistiana and Yggdrasil looked tired. How did it feel for them to see the Ancients reborn, young-old dragons and riders returned to the world, while the Life Titan and rider had been forced to experience all of it without rest?

Misuto's gaze next fell on the scene unfolding around the Sub-Titan Talixarra. Her rider was, of course, Prince Zemal of Lomira, and that made everything make sense. Bolero and her rider were with him, and then Vicarous. The spirits did not like him... and he perhaps breast unfamiliar to Misuto. Could he...? Perhaps it didn't matter. She knew that he had forced a bond to a dragon, the Death Titan Illirian. To force a bond was always wicked, of course, but to force a bond to a Titan made him so much more dangerous. Misuto had never liked to declare something wholly and completely evil; such simplicity was painfully rare. And so the Spirit denied herself the comfort of a crafted answer, and instead created a question. Why would anyone- not just Vicarous, as he was but the most notable of many who had committed the same crime- what would drive someone to force a bond?

Misuto was not concerned about seeing Vicarous at the party. Talixarra was clever and wise, and she and her rider would be more than capable of handling whatever he had to say.

While Misuto was watching Vicarous, her rider's eyes were on the televisions, watching the repairs in space. Anviel always been somewhat familiar with Aesulla's activities in space, the information that was public anyways. Live spacecams like this weren't all too uncommon, and schools taught the basics of what was going on. That didn't give Anviel much more insight into the repairs than anyone else, but it did give her a reason to appreciate the spacecam. She had kind of been trying to stay out of Ballard and Misuto's conversation anyways, without outright leaving, and watching what was going on on the screen gave her something to do in the meantime.

As a result, Anviel noticed what was going on on the screen before Misuto did. The Spirit, while scanning the room, had noticed Terminus yelling into a communication device. The dragon-rider pair made an immediate connection between what they were both seeing, and Misuto's head snapped to look at the nearest screen, in time to watch the shaking and witness some of the devastation in space.

Anviel, you know more about this than I do, Misuto said. Do you have any idea what happened?

I do computers and phones, Anviel replied. I don't know. Sorry.

That was fine. Misuto watched the screen a little longer, which had since been switched to a news channel. Debris falling from the sky. That one space station had looked like a dragon, hadn't it? Misuto was concerned not only about the people in space, but the falling debris. They were recommending that people stay inside, but her natural urge was to help. Without really thinking, the Spirit had slipped into an almost completely incorporeal state, although she wasn't going to go outside just yet. No, she wasn't that rash.

She searched the party for a technology Ancient- more because of their familiarity rather than any perceived superiority- and the first one she laid her eyes upon was Panzerfaust, the Inferno/Tech. Misuto brushed her mind against the Inferno's, reaching out to communicate despite their distance. She was perhaps not as skilled as a Mental dragon, or as she would be with her rider, but it was undoubtedly a useful way to communicate. Private, instant, capable of being done from a greater distance... And in situations like this, where there was a lot of noise, it was perfect.

Panzer, it's Misuto, the Spirit greeted, introducing herself as an afterthought in case the other didn't remember. She didn't want to rush any reintroduction, but several people were already in a sort of panic. Do you have any idea what happened there? Truth be told, Misuto wasn't sure even Terminus knew what had happened. However, she figured that perhaps Panzer, a technology dragon would have a better idea of what exactly they'd seen than most people there.

Misuto turned back to Ballard for a brief moment, a very concerned look on her face. "That's... concerning," she said. "I may have to go."
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