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Almira watched as her engineer hurried off to continue her work, glad to see her officer taking her job seriously. She eyed the tablet displaying the list of crew that were left to board the ship. Once the last of the stragglers boarded and settled in, they would soon depart. She waited by the airlock for several minutes, her eyes still fixed on the screen, before more of her crew appeared. Two Varuna. Security and medical officers.

"At ease, Lieutenant. It will be good to have word of you. I have seen the commendations from your previous commander. I appreciate a security officer who employs such creative means to get the job done, you will fit in here Lieutenant Gavi. Perhaps the VR rooms on deck 8 would suit you until you are assigned a post. Otherwise you may take your place at the tactical console on the bridge, deck 5." Captain Altius turned towards the security officer's current companion and glanced at her tablet which had already recognized Clarity's face and displayed her information onscreen. "And you are Lieutenant Clarity, medical officer. Pleasure to have you on board. Sickbay is on deck 2, given how short we are on time, I suggest you to take a moment to ensure that everything is to your liking. I am sure your workload will be light considering our lack of troubles at the moment. Feel free to use your spare time as you see fit."

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Irrin offered the girl a halfhearted salute, stepping over towards Yvett to look over her shoulder at the console. She was right in her assessment to no surprise of his own. Nodding in satisfaction, Irrin glanced at the girl who appeared to show some signs of nervousness but he paid it no mind. Many young officers showed the same signs on their first new assignment. Truthfully, he too was nervous given the importance of the ship he found himself in. He would have shown signs of stress had he been forced to take a command position at the bridge. Not again. He thought to himself. Never again.

"On second thought, there will be no need for formalities around me. I am not your commanding officer." While regulation stated that he was indeed a superior officer to her and even the captain herself, he did not have the authority to give orders unless the captain or Coalition intelligence authorized it. He just felt it would have been better not strictly adhering to "the book" to make things go more smoothly and ease the nerves of those who might be intimidated by his presence. "Irrin or Quint will do just fine, Yvette."

Quint headed over towards the tactical console several meters away and examined it closely before someone could take their post at the chair. He flicked through the options, taking in the shield strength, weapon strength, and tractor beam intensity along with other functions nestled away in the operating system. In every way, the Ouranos was superior to the Elanus. This was some comfort to him. "How long have you been serving on starships? Or is this your first deep space assignment?" He questioned Yvette.

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Roric cursed under his breath as his first shot missed and decided to play it safe by stepping back farther away and use a normal arrow for his next attack. After seeing two of the strangers who had made an attempt to help him get put out of play with the bandits' powerful attacks, he made sure to keep at at the back to keep from getting knocked out as well. "Don't miss don't miss don't miss." He whispered to his arrow as if it would make a difference, firing again at the pyromancer.

Roric moved back one space (1AP)
Shoot arrow (7AP)
4/12 AP

Ash gathered some extra materials in preparation for the trip, knowing it to be best if he was prepared for anything. The items he needed for the portal took up very little of what he would be bringing as the spell required a deeper understanding of magic than the properties of relics. For the most part, he ignored Clarity's words allowing her crude remarks to go in one ear and out the other lest her innuendos about them make him uncomfortable.


"If you get into trouble again, I'll make sure that your next dose of medicine tastes far worse." Ash glanced over at the young ifrit. "Get some rest. Just because our kind heals faster than mundanes does not mean we can walk off broken ribs in an hour. You are free to stay here until I return so long as you tell no one of this place nor do any nosing about." Once he had gathered everything he needed, he decided that it was time for him to tell her that he was going to be away for some time. As powerful as he was, and even with his shadow, he could not be everywhere at once.


"I'm going away for some time. It's a matter of life and death. I could be back tomorrow or in two days. Or it could take a week. In any case, I will not be here to come to your side if you choose to get yourself involved in trouble." Ash stood beside Clarity, taking the flask from her before her tense grip could break it. "I will return. I know you're capable of doing so much more than putting yourself through pain just to collect small payments. You have potential, Clary. Don't waste it on vengeance." He placed his hand on the girl's unwounded shoulder and looked her in the eye, trying to instill some sense of confidence and comfort in her. It was the least he could do before having to leave so suddenly. He had indulged in this moment for far too long as it was.


"When I return, I will find you. We can chat about all the trouble you're not getting yourself into."

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As Rhett rounded a corner, leading them through the shortcut that was a dingy alley, he raised an eyebrow at Brianne's comments. "Good to know. There's a way to keep those kinds of werewolves off of you but you really wouldn't like that." And would slap me for suggesting it. Or thinking it. He added in his mind. "You know, Ash claimed once to have met the werewolf who invented our own brand of whiskey. I couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious." As they pushed onward less and less light remained in the twisting maze of the concrete path he led them through.

Soon enough, after passing through surroundings that grew more rundown with each turn, a low rumble could be felt through his shoes from the music of the nearing club. Rhett slowed down as they approached a solid metal door. Knocking on the door, it opened allowing the beats to flow out into the open air. A massive muscular werewolf answered the door looking down at the trio suspiciously.

"No outsiders." The bearded doorman grumbled beginning to close the door on them. Rhett put his foot forward to stop him.

"Relax. They'll be good. Scout's honor. And it wouldn't be good for business to turn the guy who made Grayson Keller run with his tail tucked between his legs." He smirked. "That change your mind?" When the doorman moved out of their way, signaling for them to go in Rhett felt that he should use that line more often just to sway things in his favor. He really just hoped it would get him a discount on drinks.

"Will you at least make the effort to not involve yourself in such reckless jobs?" Ash slowed down upon arriving at the entrance of his abode which, even now, was placed under an excessively powerful glamour. Something too powerful to be dispelled and so it would only look like a brick wall. He had never taken Clarity to this place in all these years but trusted her enough to keep the location secret. Under his breath he whispered a lengthy list of nigh-unpronounceable words. The entrance was revealed just long enough for them to enter before it vanished behind Ash.

"I know what you're thinking." Ash caught the look in Clarity's eyes finding the same kind of vengeful fire in her eyes that he had once possessed. "It's only going to get you killed." Clary would know what he meant by that. At least, he hoped she would. As he laid her down on the same table he had once used to patch Rhett up on, he wondered if he would end up having to do the same to Morrigan too. Having to worry about the few people he truly cared for dying and their lives weighing on his hands would add to his already lucid dreams.

He undid the untidy bandages that were wrapped around the ifrit and shook his head upon looking at the purple and black-colored bruising on her torso, likely due to a broken rib or several. Clarity was not coughing out blood so he could rule out preforming a surgery on her, for now at least, due to a pierced lung. Ash gathered some materials to brew something to help with swelling and internal bleeding and in moments held a glass flask filled with an opaque liquid of the same shade of blue as Clary's skin. It would have been an amusing coincidence in another situation.

"If you wish to shout, feel free to do so. Cleaning your wounds will sting." While leaving the concoction to sit and the ingredients to diffuse properly, Ash handled the cleaning and dressing of the bullet wound on Clary's shoulder as well as her stab wound. Relatively minor injuries compared to broken bones. After the bandages were neatly in place he held out the glass flask to Clary. "Careful. It's more than a tad bitter so you might and to hold your nose shut."

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Rhett waited for Brianne a little longer, not wishing to leave her behind despite knowing she would catch up with them. "There's just one thing you guys need to know before we go anywhere, it's a werewolf-only club. It hosts more than its fair share of questionable business so I suggest you turn a blind-eye to it to keep from having fifty-or-so wolves jump on you. Quite a few of them are out-of-towners so, unless your German, French, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, or Mandarin is up to speed...don't bother communicating with any of them." He paused as he scratched his chin. "Actually, don't speak speak unless you absolutely have to. They won't like me bringing outsiders around but they won't bit so long as you guys keep your heads low."

He began to lead the way, checking his phone for any missed messages. None. That meant that the club hadn't migrated elsewhere by now. With the drifters still in town, that much was good news for them. "Uh...one more thing." Rhett started to feel that he was beginning to give them a list that was too large for them to follow. Despite feeling somewhat comfortable with Brianne and seeing that Creed was a (seemingly) relaxed fellow, he was a bit uncomfortable with giving orders which only caused him to make what looked like requests he insisted them to abide by. "Don't start a fight. Not even if it's to stop one that's going on. Not every werewolf is a violent predator looking for his next kill like Keller but there's always that one jerk looking to prove he's the alpha in the damn room." Rhett glanced over the two as he lead them farther and farther away from the safe house. He had no doubt that they wouldn't want to cause trouble but, with his luck, something always went wrong.

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Translation of an interview with JeuxVideo talking about French localization, the airship(carship?), DLC, and a PC version of the game.

I liked Snow because, at the time, I was getting tired of all these dark broody "badass" archetypes. Seeing someone with a positive outlook and actively wanting to save the world was refreshing to me. Yes, I realize there's plenty of Snow's kind of archetype too but...my point still stands.

Name: Byrus Ander
Age/Appearance: 36
Background/Personality: The leader of the newly formed group, Access, Byrus wishes to uncover the nature of the universe.
Crossover Medals:

• Darkside (Starkiller, Star Wars: The Force Unleashed) - Byrus gains power over the "Force" a mystical energy that gives him the ability to release bolts of lightning from his hands, increase his agility and durability to superhuman levels, telekinetically move objects and even energy, envelope himself in an electrical shield, manipulate the weak-minded, and have limited precognition.
• Los Lobos (Coyote Starrk, Bleach) - Grants Byrus highly enhanced speed, strength, and durability. In addition, Byrus gains two pistols that fire "Cero", powerful energy blasts. He can create blades made out of spiritual energy or a pack of wolves made from the same energy that detonate when biting down on their target.
• The White Tiger (Incognitus, Final Fantasy Type-0) - Two bolt rapiers appear in Byrus's hands. With the power of a l'Cie, Byrus can manipulate technology and enhance it with magic. He gains the skill and power of a l'Cie, including the abilities such as flight, teleportation, enhanced physical capabilities, summoning magical blades around him for both offense and defense, and the power to fire orbs of darkness to home in and sap the strength of their target. One blade can stun a target and the other can siphon off the life force of any it strikes. He can temporarily increase his physical speed and strength further with Awakening, creating a red aura around him during its effect, but it will leave him severely exhausted after its use.

Other: Yes.

I'll edit in an appearance later.

Also, apparently the car was considered to for the role of Airship early on, according to Tabata. So it was not a last minute decision.

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Almira turned to face the Lieutenant Commander, shaking her head at the young woman before her. "At ease, Blackthorn." When Kyra had begun speaking to herself in the midst of her speech, Captain Altius recognized this easily as a trademark of their shared species. On their homeworld of Seten, it was a common sight to see the Setesh people talk to themselves in response to their Ryve partner. Talking to oneself out loud was neither looked down upon or strange to their people.

Smiling with some pride at her engineer's persistence to ensure that the ship was in working order, Almira made sure to commend Kyra. "It is good to see you so passionate about keeping our new ship in top form. It would be quite the embarrassment if the Ouranos could not preform at launch." The captain tilted her head up to gaze at the ship. While not the largest in the fleet, by right of being the flagship, it was made to be the most advanced vessel in the entire Coalition. "These new Horizon-class ships are quite the marvel, Miss Blackthorn."

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Irrin rose from his chair, leaving the Officer's Club and passed by Luck's Den on his way towards the docks. He had waited around long enough and surely by now most of the crew had made it onto the Ouranos. When approaching the docks, the Intelligence Officer slowed his pace upon seeing an Engineering Division officer speaking to Captain Altius. Adjusting his coat, Irrin headed towards the airlock to pass by the captain only for her to speak towards him as he approached.

"Inspector Quint I presume, judging by your uniform. I would wish to speak with you in my office after we disembark." Her voice was curt as her eyes flashed towards him. Irrin stopped just a few feet away to observe the Captain and her tone. Of course, he knew this would come. Any sensible captain would wish to know if he was a danger to their crew or would interfere with its operation.

"Of course, Captain. I will be ready when you need me." Irrin walked by the engineer and captain without another word, entering the airlock and passing through the primary cargo deck. Irrin nodded at the efficiency of having the main entrance lead to cargo. It was easier to manually haul out than transporting it through other decks. Of course, more sensitive and volatile inventory was stored on the lower deck, 10, for safety purposes. Heading towards the lift, Irrin clasped his hands behind his back as he thought of where to head to next. Engineering might have been the best choice if he had also been an engineer in his Academy days but he allowed himself to trust the Ouranos's engineers to keep the ship from exploding. So, instead, he saw fit to head to the metaphorical brains of the ship. The bridge.

"Deck 5." In seconds the lift had stopped at his destination, doors swinging open to the open and familiar space that was the bridge. At its center was the Captain's Chair and, in front at the bow, were the helmsman's seat and the tactical seat as well as their respective consoles. A young ensign was already examining the helmsman's controls. "You must be the first on duty, ensign...?" He made a pause to allow for the pilot to give him her name. "Inspector Quint. Does everything appear to be in working order?" Though he would have preferred to check the console himself, the look on the face of the girl would be all he needed in order to judge whether or not she was competent enough to be flying the flagship of the Coalition. It was not that he doubted her training, it was just that he had to be thorough when it came to the bridge crew.

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1894

The aftereffects of his father's presence were easy enough to follow which led him to a poorly made shack or hut of some kind on the outskirts of the nearly village. The trail had stopped cold at the decrepit abode. The door creaked open as Ash walked through. The stench of blood was the first to assault his senses before he could take notice of exactly what he was looking at. There was a woman inside, naked and seeming to have recently died. She had left behind a child who had been laying between the woman's legs, cord still uncut.

The female child stirred as he stepped closer now standing over the baby. Just by looking at it, he could tell the child possessed no magic of its own but even so, he knew what kind of life laid in store for those who shared his blood. He had already slain two brothers. What was to stop this one too from being corrupted? How many needed to die before he would be forced to extinguish her light? He could end this now if only he chose to. Everything had to die. That was what he had told his ally. What he told himself. Yet looking at the child now, hesitation ebbed at his mind. Every action he had taken was towards a greater purpose, towards an act of justice, and now if he were to slay her at this moment...would he be able to act like he was still part of the greater good?

Until now, taking a life had been so easy. He never considered what kind of toll his violent nature had been taking on whatever remained of his soul, if he truly had one, nor whether he was doing more harm than good by simply killing those he believed were evil. The lines between justice and vengeance had blurred too far. Perhaps it had been too late to save his humanity, even if he changed his ways, but he could save her's. He was never going to allow her to be their father's plaything.

Ash stayed his blade in his moment of clarity, knowing the only way to save the child was to prevent anyone from ever knowing of their relation. He could never speak it to her. Connecting the two of them would only doom her to the same path he walked which only lead to a literal dead end. His black eyes stared at the child as his mind wandered to where he would take her. "I suppose I can no longer call you 'it' or 'child', sister. I know it is tradition for our kind to take our own names but allow me this one act of selfishness." He knelt by the child. "From now on, your name is..."

"Clarity, don't joke about that." If it wouldn't have done her so much harm Ash would have dropped her out of his own discomfort from her comment. "Why did you think getting into this kind of mess was a good idea?" As Ash left the vicinity of the Institute he picked up his pace.


"And of course you had to get stuck with a temperamental werewolf. If I had been any less patient things would not have turned out so well for them and you would have been waiting an extra minute to receive any kind of medical attention from me." He sighed. "Sympathy is difficult to gain when standing atop bloodied bodies. Whether you allow them to live or not." He muttered lowly, gazing down at the ifrit momentarily before returning his sights to the streets. Strangely, a part of him wondered how Clary and Morrigan would react if they met each other. He pushed the thought away and continued forward knowing that he would have to make his return swiftly before any more trouble showed up.


By this point, Ash had allowed himself to display his frustration with Clarity's antics. Had she still been a child, he would have delivered a different kind of punishment involving an open hand and the knee. "I am glad you are alive." He spoke lowly after a moment of silence. "The world would be too kind a place for me to bare without your almost-charming attitude." Despite being a joke, his tone remained mellow and serious. It was just his way.

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Rhett shifted awkwardly in place knowing that he and Creed had little to talk about other than idle chatter. "Uh...I nearly killed the meanest alpha to walk this side of the pond." He spoke, referring to Keller while leaving out the part where he too had almost died. At least he could sound a bit more impressive if he left that detail out. His eyes wandered away from the conversation and towards where Cin had been last seen. The fairy was no longer at the doorway, evidently having left without a word. He was not sure if this made him more or less comfortable.

When Brianne spoke up Rhett looked over at the nephilim who, once more, spoke of Clarity. Though her concern for the ifrit was obvious, there was a bigger picture that needed to be looked at. Rhett did not like big pictures. He liked little ones you could look at on the screen of your phone. Still, if Brianne thought it best to go after Clarity at a later time...then maybe that was the right move to make. Maybe. There was no point arguing as the sooner they dealt with the "bigger" problems the sooner they could check on Clarity.

"We could enlist the help of some of the werewolves. I know a place. And some people." Rhett spoke up. "It's not the same as a trap but there's safety in numbers, right?"

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1894

Nothing mattered at this point. His father had escaped and by his feet lay the broken body of yet another brother. Having been pit against another sibling to prove who was the strongest child, Ash had been forced to put an end to another he just might have called family if things had been different. But they weren't.

His Lieutenant had passed out from the torture inflicted upon him by the greater demon and, surprisingly, was allowed to live. Ash did not wish to question his luck. At least he was allowed this one thing. His one comrade. "Rest easy, friend. I have to see what father has spawned in this lifetime. Perhaps I can end his corruption here. For now at least." The warlock looked around the bloodied plains, watching as suffering nephilim still drew breath from their battle with his father. An entire Institute's worth of them. The few that had been less unfortunate had just been regaining the ability to walk but, knowing the power of his father's evil--his plague--Ash could not allow any of them to leave this place with their bodies intact.

They all had to die.

"I am not her keeper. She is free to make whatever mistakes she sees fit to make." Ash raised an eyebrow as Clary spoke, tilting his head at the young Ifrit. "Don't make me force feed you fluoride." He said, his tone suddenly lighter on speaking to her. Ash stepped towards her and knelt by her side. "I suppose I should have done a better job teaching you. The pointy end of the blade goes away from your body." The ifrit's wounds were simple enough to fix up. There did not seem to be any permanent damage on her so that much he was thankful for. Once he was done with the quick examination, he finally decided to speak towards Felicia once more.

"He will come after her regardless. The only difference is how many of your pups will die in the process." Slowly, he slid his hands under the ifrit and carefully lifted her up into his arms. It would likely be painful but hopefully everything would teach the girl to just be more careful. If he had been any less patient, he would have made a display of power by now but, again, it was a waste of time. Still, the urge was still there and whether it was the demon or the man feeling it hardly mattered.

As he made towards the door Ash stopped for a moment and looked down at Clary, the true source of his frustration. How hard was it for simply stay out of trouble? Even with all the effort he had placed into keeping her from living the same kind of life he did, it just wouldn't change anything. Deciding against speaking any further towards Felicia, he walked out of the Institute.

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Cin looked from Alarick towards the corpses and back towards the nephilim again. "I suppose that's fair." Cin held up his finger in a "one moment" fashion as he stepped out the door to make a phone call. Not many fairies possessed phones. At least, not many he knew of. While outside, Cin called a cleanup crew. Well, they were less of a professional "cleanup crew" and more like lowlife Downworlders who just so happened to work for him. Being a knight with the power to overpower most of anything had its perks. It was less of an abuse of power and more of a total abuse of power. "A vampire, a werewolf, and an ifrit. Those are who will arrive to clean up this mess. Pay them no mind. They work better when they are not distracted." Cin cleaned the blood of his blades using a simple trick he had learned with his magic before sheathing them. "I suggest you get prepared quickly, Shadowhunter. I cannot kill every knight sent to hunt your party down."

Ash followed after the werewolves, giving them little thought as he was lead to where this "alpha" was located. It appeared that the damage on the surface of the Institute did not carry into the insides of it. The Shadowhunters would be glad to know that their home had not been so badly damaged. Though it might have been almost amusing to watch the Shadowhunters take their home back from the wolves, he did not have the time nor interest for waiting around on such an event.

Ash entered the room the werewolves lead him to in order to find himself facing a young woman who looked to be around Brianne's age. She was quite ill-tempered. It was no wonder how she managed to gather the stragglers left behind in Keller's absence. "Yes, Ash is my name." She circled around him looking more tense than anything else. He would have spent the time doing so as well if he had not already seen the same behavior in countless other alphas. Some which he had slain, others which had been stabbed in the back by their beta. There was no pretty end to those who controlled others with force and intimidation.

"I am not interested in your trust, nor do I require it. I have come to take back one of my own so that she is properly cared for. I shall be on my way out as soon as I have her." He stepped to the side before moving forward to go around Felicia. Alpha or not, the werewolf was of no concern to him. As long as she did not interfere or prove to be a problem, her own affairs were not his business. Clary was, however. "I suggest you clear your pups out. It would be better for you to simply take up residence elsewhere by choice rather than suffer an embarrassing defeat to the Shadowhunters." Black eyes fell upon the young wolf as he paused for a moment. He considered giving further advice but decided against doing so. It was a waste of time. The young and ambitious rarely listened to logic.

He returned the smile though a little bothered that Morrigan had chosen to stay behind, he knew better than to force her to change her mind. She was stronger now than she had been before and was more than capable of handling herself. Still... Ash shoved his hands in his coat as he picked up his pace, his mind running through hundreds of thoughts and plans of action while he made his way to the Institute. It had been some time since he had to deal with such a large mess. Cin. Masque. Keller. Titania. Others. He breathed deeply, refusing to allow himself to get caught up in frustration. It would do him no good. And now Clary was wounded. What trouble had she gotten herself into now? How many times would he have to take her out of the fire? Getting burned was better than returning to ash but the longer he kept this up, the worse it would get. He knew that.


"Stupid girl. A hundred years and still biting off more than she can chew." Though she reminded him of himself in more ways than he was comfortable with admitting, he did not wish his multitude of near-death experiences to be inflicted on her. Even though he had told himself not to, he sighed with annoyance that betrayed the level of patience he should have possessed at his age.


With his pace as fast as it was, he caught sight of the Institute not soon after his thoughts had begun to settle in the back of his mind. He slowed down, eyeing the stranger around the building. The building. The Institute had been damaged, with explosives most likely, but not to the point of crumbling. A strange sense of amusement and disdain swelled within him. It was stupid. As he approached the Institute, the signs were clear as to what kind of Downworlders remained. Werewolves. The stood in his path as he went for the entrance but, surprisingly, did not immediately attack.


"Keller's former pets, yes? Found a new trainer to hold your leashes, have you?" It hardly mattered to him why they congregated around the Institute, only that they were in his way. Knowing that there was likely many others inside, Ash decided against throwing the first "punch", not out of fear but simply due to the fact that he thought it might take longer to incapacitate them all than it would to get to Clary through less violent means. "I'm here for an Ifrit. I don't have any reason to tell the Shadowhunters who's taken up residence here so you should have no quarrel with me." He preferred not spilling blood but with his patience wearing thin.... Ash walked towards the steps, whether the wolves made the effort to stop him or not.

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Cin eyed the warlock as he left, wondering what could have taken him away from Morrigan. When he returned his gaze to Morrigan he smirked at her newfound fire. No doubt recent events had caused her to snap and reveal her centuries worth of built up frustration and anger. "If I felt like betraying you, revenge would not be within your grasp. You have nothing to worry about from me."

Turning towards Alarick, Cin scratched his chin. "My ears have remained in the shadows for hundreds of years. I know more than you could understand. Do not worry. No ally of the Queen knows of this place." Cin glanced at the gore under his boots. The mere thought of him cleaning was amusing even to him.

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Rhett almost laughed at Brianne's poor sense of humor. Almost. It was a good thing she had a classy werewolf with an excellent sense of humor by her side during these trying times. He waved at the other she had introduced him to known as Creed.

"Hey." He simply said. Definitely not awkward. Nope...no dead fairies just feet away. "It feels like we should be doing something, Brianne. You wanted to go check something didn't you? Or is waiting here more your speed for now? Considering Ash left, I think I have free reign to just...do whatever doesn't get me killed."

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"Agreed." He answered in reply to Brianne. Rhett's eyes were narrowed at the Seelie Knight who had caused so much destruction in his brief time at the safe house. Looking down at the corpses and pools of blood, Rhett shook his head wondering how someone could so casually turn on his own without showing any signs of remorse. The werewolf crossed his arms. "If he planned on helping us from the beginning, why bring the knights here? Even if there was no way around their deaths this guy must have known butchering them here wouldn't do any good for his image."

Even with a stomach as strong as his, he could not help but feel more than a little disturbed by everything. "That guy's a damn beast." Rhett whispered as he caught sight of the long tear in the wall Cin had been standing by, the damage having been done during the mighty swing of the knight's claymore. Between bringing danger to their front door, threatening everyone, and leaving a mess of bodies, destruction of property hardly seemed like the appropriate thing for Rhett to be focusing on.

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Morrigan stepped forward towards him just as Cin began to remove his weapons from the corpses of his former allies. Their deaths were necessary. They would have never turned on the Queen and killing them now was the safer alternative compared to meeting them in combat in the future. He despised the dishonorable tactic but, having little alternatives, he was forced to stab them in the back to ensure victory. The fairy spoke quietly, as if there was any need for secrecy. Still, he humored her by lowering his own tone of voice.

"I will focus on dealing with the Queen and her cohorts. We are on the same side. On this, you have my word." He spoke just as quietly ensuring that only Morrigan could hear him.


Ash checked his phone upon hearing the buzzing in his pocket. He couldn't wait around any longer. He growled lowly and walked forward, standing beside Morrigan. "Someone is hurt. I need to leave to fix this. Will you join me or are you willing to stay here and await my return despite what has happened?" Ash did not wish to leave her behind. Not while both Cin and Masque were still in the room. Even with Brianne, Rhett, Alarick, and others present he felt she would have been safer at his side.

Speaking up to the rest of the group Ash turned his head towards them. "I will return here before sunrise. Any wishing to travel to Somalia must be present if they wish to accompany Morrigan and myself. I will prepare a portal but for now I have urgent business to attend to before leaving." His voice dropped as he gazed at Morrigan, whispering to her. "I will explain everything to you. Whether you join me or choose to stay. But please believe me, this is important. Exceedingly so." With a passing glance at Cin as he stepped over the corpses, Ash walked out of the safe house whether Morrigan followed or not.

I'm okay with screaming but people complaining about screaming and refusing to listen to it isn't a problem. People with a lack of appreciation for anything that doesn't follow strict pop music format are(4/4 or 3/4 time, verse-chorus-verse structure, a maximum of 4 chords per song, etc).

Hnggggggggggggggggggggg

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Roric started to regret having told his story to the thugs leading him forward as they did not appreciate the fine art of good storytelling. Truth be told, Roric was not a good storyteller but that wasn't the point, dammit. Soon the crunch of soft grass under the boots of himself and the thugs by him gave way to the familiar smush of dirt. In sight were the steps of what looked to be an ancient keep. Foggy Keep. Fogmiesterkeep? Fogharden Keep? It was definitely Fogharden. As mist settled around them Roric could hear the shouts of a girl in the distance running towards the group. There appeared to be more than just the girl coming alongside her.

Grinning now that luck had turned in his favor just as the thugs were going to strike him for his poor story. It really had been a mistake for them to untie him. Roric threw his fist at the thug on his left and ran in the direction of the girl who had clearly shown up to aid him. The distance placed between himself and his captors had not been as much as he would have liked but it would have to do. Roric drew his longbow and drew one of his frost arrows, aiming it at the enemy mage before loosing it on the cloaked man.

Roric's Actions
Unarmed Strike 4 AP
Movement 1 AP
Shoot Longbow(Used 1 Frost Arrow) 7 AP
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Rhett turned his head quickly from Morrigan and Ash towards Cin several times in quick succession, lost as to what this was about. Why would the Queen use force to bring Morrigan back? Why take Ash as well? Rhett stood at the same time as Brianne, reaching for the hatchet Ash had lent him hidden in his coat pocket before suddenly stopping the motion. He froze at the sudden touch from the nephilim beside him who had taken his hand. "Relax." He whispered. "Picking a fight now would lead to someone dying. I know you wouldn't want death like that on your conscience." He stepped out from behind the girl, not wishing for her to act as a shield. After being nearly eaten alive, it gave him a very different perspective of pain.


"Cin, picking a fight with me is unwise." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rhett reaching in his coat and subtly shook his head at the werewolf to keep him from drawing the weapon. "This does not have to end in bloodshed. You can stand down and just walk away."

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"It amuses me that you speak of bonds, Morrigan Moonsong. You have chosen to break your vows to keep any relation with my family possible." His free hand reached for his claymore, his executioner's blade. "You wish to be my sister? Bah! I already have a brother." The knight's eyes fell towards the warlock he knew she had bedded, anger clearly shining brightly in his eyes. "Is that a threat, Ash?"

Cin drew his claymore and narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?" He directed towards Masque who had clearly moved into his line of sight by placing himself between the five knights ahead of Cin and Cin himself. The knight closest towards Masque turned and raised his blade to the warlock's throat. "No. Not until my order." The Seelie Knight observed the others in the room, each one of them showing different signs of stress and several now brandishing weapons. No doubt they could kill one or several of his knights but it would be impossible for all of them to come out of this alive if he ordered his men to attack.

"I am a little disappointed you two have not given yourselves up yet. To be honest, however, it would not have mattered. I would have killed someone anyway." Cin stepped forward and with that single movement the five Seelie Knights tensed, preparing to attack. He waited for a moment to see if Ash and Morrigan would step forward and, when they didn't, he sighed and shook his head. "I am sorry that this must end in your deaths then. Time to die."

Taking his word as an order, the knight that held Masque at the point of his sword drew his arm back and prepared to thrust the cold steel into his throat. Blood splattered across the warlock's face as a blade tore through flesh, killing its target instantly. Cin drew his basket-hilt sword from the heart of the knight who had made an attempt on Masque's life. Four to go.

With his claymore cutting through the air faster than any blade of that size ever had the right to move, the large blade sliced clean through the torso of another knight who had barely begun to turn towards Cin and was caught in the flesh of the next fairy who stood beside the now-cleaved-in-two man. Cin released his claymore knowing all too well he would not free it before the remaining two knights closed in on him. He parried the first blade that came his way and lodged his secondary sword into the throat of the fey that dared strike at him. He allowed the knight and his blade to fall to the floor as the last of the bunch charged him already far too late to save his comrades.

Whatever great speed the fellow fairy possessed, Cin's was far superior as he gripped the fairy's neck before he could even take a swing at him. With one hand, Cin snapped the last knight's neck and dropped him. The entire slaughter of the five Seelie Knights Cin had brought along happened within the blink of an eye, leaving just one fairy standing amongst the corpses and pooling blood that surrounded him.

"Queen Titania is a lost cause. My people are lost under her leadership. I had no choice but to slay my fellow knights. They were loyal only to her. There will be some time before she catches word of my betrayal but when she does there will be war. So I ask this of you all... Get rid of her."

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Almira's focus had been fixed on one particular name that had been assigned to her ship at the last minute. Irrin Quint. Of all those who could have been chosen, Coalition Intelligence saw fit to assign the formerly exalted, now infamous, captain on the Ouranos. She had known very little of the Elanus Incident but from what she had heard whispers of...the rumors only made her want to meet this man in person to determine for herself what kind of officer he was. Only then would she make her judgment.

As she looked up from the roster, a young Maraku girl walked up to her, asking permission to board after introducing herself. The slight alterations made for their species' uniforms was enough to give it away. Maraku uniforms were slightly thicker, having to make room for that little extra padding to keep their kind from breaking bones during particularly strenuous activities in higher gravitational environments, and on the back were special openings to allow a Maraku to slide their wings in and out of without worrying about contaminants slipping into the uniform.

"Permission granted, Ensign Grear." Captain Altius looked the girl over, noticing more than just a little pep in the young girl's step. Almira lowered her gaze to the tablet she held, raising her eyebrow upon catching the name of the helmsman who was to take the Ouranos out of the docks. "It looks like you will be taking us out of Peras Station. I'm sure you're more than equipped to handle that. One day you will look back on this as the first step towards something greater than yourself." Almira stepped to the side to allow the ensign to pass, offering a small smile of confidence.

"You'll be expected at your post 90 minutes. Until then, feel free to familiarize yourself with the Ouranos. Any questions, ensign?"

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Rhett stepped over towards Brianne, not wishing to be a part of whatever Ash, Morrigan, and Masque were doing. He could trust that Morrigan would enact some form of punishment on the warlock if no one else did. He was a little surprised that the fairy didn't immediately kill him on the spot as he knew fairy's to be quite...passionate creatures.

When he took his seat by the nephilim who had saved him before, he tilted his head as he watched tears roll down her cheeks. The only thing he heard was the name Clarity. It sounded familiar but he could not place his finger on who it was. She was quite broken up from having to leave the girl named Clarity behind. His mind had still been trying to process everything that had happened but with what he understood, the situation was dire and Brianne had no other choice but to flee. "Hey, relax. We can get her back. All you needed to do was regroup." He placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm glad you're safe. I'll help you if that's what you need." His eyes fell on Ash who's expression had changed when the story of what had occurred with Inquisitor had been told. It happened the same time the sour nephilim brought the name Clarity. It was an odd expression that he saw on Ash, one of mixed concern and anger.

Ash lowered his eyes as thoughts raced through his mind. There were too many forces at work making too many messes. As powerful as he was, he could not clean them all up single-handedly. He let out a sigh of frustration. "Morrigan, I-"

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The knights who followed Cin questioned his methods. It would have been better to do a systematic search of the city or to aid their hunt with magic but Cin had ordered them to keep at his side rather than be distracted by making the effort to find one who could divine Ash and Morrigan's location. Cináed had already been told where this "safe house" was. With his familiarity of the city, finding it would pose no problem for him. He drew his basket-hilt sword knowing his claymore would not do in an enclosed location. At his action, the other five knights drew their blades as well, their marching taking a faster pace.

"Do not act unless I give the order. I do not wish blood to be spilled prematurely. Understood?" He was met with the continued sound of the knights' march. They understood even if each one looked prepared to take a life at an instant's notice. The nephilim may have had their Shadowhunters but even if a dozen of them stood in their way they would never have a chance of making it out alive. Over two thousand years of experience between the six knights. Cináed had to remind himself of this fact to keep the severity of it all fresh in his head. Despite his newly-harbored anger towards Ash he knew his orders. Cin knew his duty. Nothing was more important to him that doing what was necessary. Even if it meant spilling a great deal of blood.

The six Seelie Knights approached the safe house entrance. Cin took the steps leading to the doorway two at a time and, choosing not to wait another second, kicked down the door breaking it off its hinges with a single strike. Stepping over the door and entering the area where the nephilim and Downworlders conversed, the five knights he had brought with him stood at the entrance preventing escape. His eyes locked on those he was charged with bringing in. Ash and Morrigan.

"Interesting. I did not expect so many to be here." He held up his unarmed hand. "Do not make any threatening gestures." As he spoke the five knights moved in to stand in front of him, swords aimed at the safe house group. "The Seelie Queen, Titania, has ordered for the warlock Ash and fairy Morrigan, to be brought to her. Now, if you two would please step forward, we can get through this without violence." His eyes shifted from individual to individual. "Resistance will only mean the deaths of those you have surrounded yourself with." The knight smirked. "Unless, of course, you could dissuade me from my charge." There was just enough sarcasm in his voice for one to not take him seriously. In any case, Cin knew that there will be death.

Well then. Well then.

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Rhett crossed his arms, confused with what Morrigan had just said as his mind was still stuck with the events that had just transpired earlier. "There's a second queen? A queen mother?" Rhett blinked and looked at the others. Going to Somalia was...sudden. He could not make that kind of trip knowing Brianne and all sorts of trouble would be left behind. He just couldn't. Worse yet, someone called an Inquisitor was out there leaving everyone staying behind in further danger.

Frustrated with the situation, the werewolf sighed. His eyes fell to Masque and just as he was about to make a comment on the murderer's presence, Ash spoke up.

"Yorrick will be dealt with upon our return." The warlock spoke up, his focus on the young Shadowhunter Alarick. "Once the Queen is taken care of, I can handle this Inquisitor myself and clean up the mess your kind started." His head turned towards Masque. "But you must give me your word that he is to be punished. The lives he has taken have been without cause nor provocation. Too many lives were lost and too many were mutilated for nothing other than his pleasure." Ash clasped his hands behind his back, continuing to speak calmly, "Or, if you refuse, I will deal justice how I see fit." With those words out of the way, Ash took his attention off of Alarick's group and towards Rhett. He was glad to see the young wolf still in one piece and looking better. No doubt due to his time with Brianne.


"That being said, if you are to accompany us--and this goes for anyone else choosing to do so--Morrigan and I will be in charge. That will be nonnegotiable." With Alarick knowing the severity of the situation, Ash knew the nephilim would have no other choice but to accept. Morrigan may have been the one to suggest the need for them to have a helping hand but, if it came to it, the two could still manage the task on their own even if they did turn out a little worse for the wear.


And then, Arch forgot what he was going to add to this post. So...yeah. Filler. Fillerfillerfillerfiller.