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Fiona

Fiona looked at her bewildered at her question. “Uh, no. I mean, yes?”

Fiona’s head tilted to the side as she crossed her arms. With her eyes closed she hummed, trying to think of a way to explain it. “It isn’t something that is easy to explain, its like... a connection between me and the plants.” She settled for. She opened her eyes and took a step forward, hesitant. “Are you… are you sure you’re ok? I mean, you took a really hard hit.”

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Nanashi

She blasted past the girl with incredible speed, her feet sliding against the ground as she skid to a stop. Then she let out a small sigh and turned around, to see the girl collapse harmlessly onto the ground. She was about to start trying to deal with the new guy when she noticed it.

The woman’s stomach started to writhe. Whatever that was inside of the girl was moving, pushing against the inside of the flesh, trying to get out. Nanashi’s eyes went wide with horror and shock, before she was snapped out of it by the guy screaming at her like a psycho.

“CURSING UNBORN CHILDREN? HOW VILE! YOU HAVE NO SHAME!! UNDO YOUR CURSE, YOU WITCH AND REPENT!!! OR I WILL JUDGE YOU WITH [ H O L Y D I V E R ] !”

She looked at him, with pure horror on her face before she started to yell, “I didn’t do this you moron!” She rushed over to the girl kneeled down, trying to get a feel on what was happening, thinking of a way to stop it. “My talismans are blessed, for purification; whatever is in her must REALLY not like it!”

Her eyes were focused on a girl’s stomach, clicking her tongue, trying to think of a way to calm down, or at least restrict, whatever was going crazy. She looked over to the man, “Can I get a little help?!”

Please let him have an idea. Whatever this thing was, it was probably responsible for the girl’s attack on the person. Probably at least.

That, or she put it in there herself. Which was far, far worse than the alternative. 

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Nanashi

The dagger slashed though the air, right past her, and landed in her path, but she only absentmindedly payed attention to the new person, a man from the sounds, that seemed to want to stop her. He also was loud. Great. Just great.

Like hell she was going to just leave this alone though.

And so, she would do what she could. Nanashi’s feet shined blue, the embers calming from her scarf, and she exploded. He body rocketed past the girl, the talisman slapping onto against the side of her head, as she blasted by.

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Nanashi

Nanashi did not even respond, completely in focus. The world around her was apparent as her senses worked at their best. Dripping water, the sounds of footsteps, and the spiritual presence that lingered within the air around her, it was all apparent to her senses. Even if she still needed the damn glasses. She was not going to take a chance with this one.

She was dangerous, and like hell she was going to let what happened to this man happen to her. Her hand reached into her pocket and drew a talisman. If she could just get it on her then the energy SHOULD knock her out without any damage.

Well, should.

And the she moved, dashing towards her, her flames dancing around her scarf as they seemed to coalesce and focus.



Fiona

Fiona stared at the woman in shock. Completely ok, not a scratch on her, and she was even complaining about Oren! “Sorry!” she hurried out in a panic. Before she lowered her head, looking almost ashamed.

“It’s not my fault, though” She said moping, as her fingers stroked Oren's fur, “This girl here was kind of giving me a ride.” She struggled a bit to get off, before the vines seemed to move out of her way, allowing for her to simply slide off without issue. “Are you ok?” She looked directly at the woman, with nothing but the utmost concern. Her weapon now clipped to the back of her belt, hidden under her cloak.

All the while the phantasmal wolves gathered around the, just out of sight, the crows flew above, with some actual living ones landing on the branches and watching. And even still, at the woman's feet, the rose vines that had formed around her ankles relaxed and moved away, so that the woman would not trip or be cut.

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Nanashi

“Don’t you dare act like an innocent girl.”

Through the pits and pats of water droplets Nanashi’s voice cut though the alleyway, cold and harsh, “Whatever you are, or whatever you hold. It’s dangerous. I might have over looked it if you had not done anything.” She closed her eyes for a moment, “But… what you did to this guy. This isn’t a normal mental attack. Whatever you did is far worse than that.” Because there was nothing WRONG with him from what she could tell, no foreign energy, no smell of any poison of other odd substance, nothing. He just started to rip out his own eyes. She couldn't let this woman go, if this happened to a half blood... there is no telling what it might do to them, how much damage that would cause.

As she spoke, the temperature slowly increased, and the pitter patter increased more and more. Nanashi opened her eyes and the shining blue was at its greatest, showing the true activation of her powers. Off of her scarf fire began to dance as embers, and with it the illusion around her form shattered, allowing for the one if front of her to notice.

Notice the twin ears on the top of her head, to notice the swaying tail behind her.

“I gave you a chance, but it seems like you’re not going to take it after all, it always seems to go this way.” She stood up properly, an incredible seriously on her features, a far cry from the rage just moments ago. On had was at her side, open and relaxed, ready to act at a moment note, while the other was held out in front of her, the fire dancing around it, both as a circle of flames surrounding the flat palm, and as for soft lines that emanated in for directions.

“I’ll just do what I need to do, so you don’t hurt anyone.” The Fox of Blue Fire said, “I hope you’re ready for that.” 

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Fiona Bacarra

They were the wind. That was what Fiona felt like as Oren dashed with wild abandon, free and boundless. They were moving so fast the Garden was not able to properly take hold in the area around her. It was like she was being carried by her blessing, but she wasn’t getting tired. She was able to enjoy the feeling with everything she could without worry.

With her scythe being held to her arm in its gun form, she held onto the makeshift harness that had wrapped around Oren’s elegant form. It was amazing. Free, that is what she felt like. She was not even aware how much time passed.

And that is until they burst into the foliage, and for a brief moment she saw her. A woman with short hair, her head turning to look at Oren in shock, and then impact.

Oren kept going, bulldozing into the woman, as Fiona let out a startled cry and pulled on the harness, and yelling at her to stop.

Eventually she did, and they came to a stop some ways away. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Fiona’s hand not holding her weapon gripped the cross hanging from her neck. Fiona told Oren panicked, “We need to help her, make sure she is ok!” Fiona told Oren in a panic, as the world around them continued to shift, being filled with roses, thorns, and phantom wolves and crows.



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Nanashi

“You see, you’re wrong there. It’s definitely my problem.” She growled, lowering her body and putting on hand on the ground. “Now, we can do this one of two ways, you come with me and I hand you over to the cops so they can figure out if you really are dangerous.” She told her with obvious distain.

Then she smirked, “Or, we can do it my way and I TAKE you there myself.” A just slightly the spiritual energy throughout Nanashi spiked in anticipation, and soft sound of dripping water started resound.

“Your call.”

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Nanashi

“Don’t you dare bullshit me!” She gritted out, a mugging or not. Whatever she did to this man… it was not right, someone was wrong, Hell, the guy was ripping his own skin off the bone before he was knocked out. She spared a glance at him quickly before looking back to the thing that looked like a girl. It was wrong, the planes shifted around her, like a heavy weight that should not be there was placed down. Something wrong, something alien, every instinct she had as a Yokai was screaming at her. And then there was that smell. She just smelled… off. Wrong. Human but not, and it put Nanashi on edge.

That’s not even mentioning the vision, a vision of this that may or may not be. It was not often, not at all, that she got a vision like that. It set her on edge in ways she could not even explain.

Gritting her teeth, “What did you do to him?” She asked tensely, one grasping at her scarf, holding it tight. Her piercing blue eyes stared directly at the girl, as she did her damn hardest to ignore the unnatural chill that filled her.

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Nanashi

The wheels rolled as the fox girl drove her bike along the street. She would only petal occasionally, letting the bike’s momentum propel itself. She was hopping to be able to get the last pickup for the day, so Auntie would not have a reason to smack her over the head… again that is.

Any thoughts stopped however, as her ears twitched. She heard it, faint, but it was there. A scream, an ungodly scream in agony and pain, and immediately her bike turned, going onto the sidewalk and into a ally way.

When she was in, she jumped from her bike, discarding it entirely, as she ran with the speed of her Kitsune might, running and jumping along walls. It was not long, before she found the source.

It was a man screaming in pure agony, ripping at his skin with his nail. Nanashi landed next to him, and immediately started pulling at his arms, trying to stop him. He barely paid attention, other for when he shoved her away with all his strength, knocking her back slightly. Clicking her tongue she walked back up, drawing a charm from her pocket and slapping it on his head, putting her hand to it while holding the other in front of her like she was praying.

And then, the charm activated, and the purifying energy surged though the man, instantly knocking the normal man into a deep sleep. Sighing she let her shoulders slump, before she noticed the… odd smell. Looking to the side, she saw her.

Immediately her mind was images, images of deformed beasts, of men and woman screaming, with the world shifting. Eyes, eyes, eyes, oh a million eyes, filling the sky. And then she was back in the present. She held a hand up to her head as she seemed to stumble slightly.

“Y-you…” She looked at the THING in front of her, her hands lowing, to her side, her nails biting against her palms “What did you do!” She all but growled in a low but harsh voice as her eyes shifted to a brilliant blue.

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Fiona

She smiled softly as Oren lowered itself, poising itself for Fiona to sit upon her back. Carefully hopped onto the noble not-beast’s back, and as she did the roses moved. They wrapped around the beast, softly and carefully, and as they did their stems hardened and shifted, responding to Fiona’s action and the beast’s harmonious presence with them.

The roses shifted around Fiona and the beast, fashioning her to it in a makeshift harness, made of vines and roses, with not a single thorn cutting at the beast or Druid. But there was no doubt that it would keep her on it, even at its greatest speeds. And when it was done, Fiona simply softly stoked the back of the beasts head with one hand, while the other softly held onto the vines.

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Cross Effects 3.0-It was good while it lasted / Re: Re: NPC Idea Thread
« on: February 22, 2016, 10:03:25 PM »
Name: Virosu

Race: Cursed Human

Affiliation: Crime Groups (Himself)

Age: ??? He is so old he is considered a legend in his old world

Height: 6’1

Appearance: An incredibly handsome man. He speaks with elegance and grace, never showing the boiling rage underneath.


Physical Attributes

Strength: Human

Agility: Exceptional

Constitution: Fantastic

Other Abilities:

Curse of the Bloody Seas: A curse which grants him abnormally high supernatural powers, capable of bending the air around him into blades of red light. The powers pour like a plague, eroding and eating at things, as well as increases his destructive power, making his strength appear greater than it is. Because of this he has massive endurance, able of taking even seemingly lethal attacks, like a breaking of his neck, as well as the ability to reconstitute himself from someone who has been ‘touched’, turning them into him completely and utterly.

Touch of Rage: Able to confer an illness to others which is tied to his curse. It can subjugate the weak of will, making them extensions of him, as well as cause incredible bouts of anger and frustration in those that can resist subjugation. Protection from curses completely defends against it, and it can be cured though bathing with sea water mixed with basil, as well as other curse removal methods.

Deep Vengeance:
A manifestation of his wrath and rage, it causes those that attack him to feel great fear, as well as increasing is power the greater the direct damage to his body he takes. However, his speed will never increase.

Cutthroat: Skilled with a knife, blade and pistol. He is a dirty fighter, throwing dirt, abusing terrain, hitting below the belt, coating his weapons in poison, you name it, and he does it. But this does not mean a lack of ability; his is still a terrifying swashbuckler in his own right.

Lucky: Not a skill perhaps, but to last as a pirate for so long, one must be lucky. Certainly lady luck shines upon him and he always seems to win games of chance. But who knows, perhaps he is just a skilled cheater.


Equipment:
Flintlock: A magically enhanced flintlock pistol he had made to channel the power of his curse, leading to damaging explosive shots.

Sea Sword Veronica: A magical blade capable of dominating the seas. It controls water that exists not as part of a sentient being. He named it Veronica after his lost love, and he used its powers to become feared and great, leading to him being cursed. Capable of summoning torrents of water, rain and storms, shifting the tides, he even uses it to control the poison he coats his blade in.

Knife:
"You should always carry a knife."

Poison: A variety of poisons, from quick acting lethal ones, to ones that cause excruciating pain. But he would never waste the good stuff on such rabble.


Origin: A man feared is a man hunted. But what happens when a man is so feared that only spirits and gods hunt him down.

This was the story of Virosu. He was a man who found an ancient treasure, and used its might to command the sea, leading to great wealth and power. His power drew the ire of mages, of spirits, of men, and of gods. The freest man, with power great, his was a story enviable.

Until one day he was stricken with a curse, it drove him to madness and rage, but not for long. Against all odds he took command and claimed the curse with his own two hands. And from there he became something more, and truly something to be feared.

When he arrived in the nexus he made his home in the docks, where he has created a sizable group for himself, filled with cutthroats, thieves and liars, supernatural and not. He searches the sea of the nexus for salvage and wealth, all while increasing his own power upon the land.


Weakness: Open to negotiation and talks, so is more than willing to find a bargain, you simply need the right price. Powers which disrupt curses can disrupt his powers, and even his ability to reform, but nothing can truly break it, so it would be best to chain him away so he cannot die or kill himself, for he will not die, but be trapped forever. His powers are also straightforward, and he can be overwhelmed by powerful attacks, as he prefers prolonged battles. 

Likes: Woman, Freedom, the Sea, Money, Drugs, Games, the breeze

Dislikes: Governments, gods, spirits, mages, places away from the sea, charity

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Fiona

She was simply looking out into the woods, feeling the air, feeling the roses that shifted at her ankles, wrapping around her but not restricting her, and felt the gaze of the phantasmal beasts gazing at her. Then she heard the humming, and then a large splash like sound.

Looking around she saw what she could only assume was Oren, a large black… something that was taking a different shape. She watched as it shaped itself into the form of a majestic stag, with silver white fur. It felt calm, it felt peaceful. As it moved to her Fiona prevented the roses for cutting at its legs, simply letting it pass though the thorn covered plants that filled the floor. As Oren reached her she sat down, relaxed, at peace.

Fiona smiled as put her hand on the side of its face and slowly stroked it. Feeling the pure peace the Fae was now emitting.

“Isn’t this better than just a dream?” She told her softly, almost like a mother would whisper to a child.

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Fiona

“Well I didn’t like it.” A lie, “So please don’t do it again.” She then back away from Oren and turn around, having her back to the Fae, there was no question on what it was anymore.

“But since you showed me something, I should do the same, right?” She spoke out, and then her hand slid to the weapon, clipping it off her belt and spinning it as it extend, then held it behind her, parallel to the ground, as the long extended blade pointed to the sky. A scattering of petals danced around her, something out of place with the browns of this old wood.

“I’ll show you something nice. Something real” She said softly, more to herself then to Oren, and then the world shifted. Something poured of the woman and her weapon, ripples and tides, the world around them bent and blurred. Petals bellowed of her and a warm wind filled the woods. The petals scattered, and landed on the trees, on the earth, and from there it appeared roses grew, but there was no warning, not process. They simply appeared, blurring into existence as the petals aligned.

The wind intensified, filling the woods with the smell of roses and blinding Oren with a sea of roses. And then, suddenly, it calmed.

And with it the world changed. It was… similar. The trees were still there, the earth was still the same, the sky which could be seen though the breaks in the canopy could still shine though.

Roses.


But now there were roses and incredible warmth as if it was spring. Along every tree, along the ground, roses were there, some of them were different colors, red, black, violet, and white. But they were all roses, and from the darkness of the woods creatures could be seen, wolves and crows, all of which with a red tint to their feathers or fur, but they were seemingly not there, both present but not, like phantoms. It was almost as if another place layered itself onto the woods.

But more then anything, there was the presence of nature, of something old, of something complete that now lingered in the air. But it was not wrong, but rather something that anyone could feel somewhere deep in themselves that it was peaceful and pure.

“This is my place.” She told Oren peacefully.

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Nanashi

“Eh, I am sure I will be fine.” She told the priest, “I have had to deal with my fair share of danger. I can manage myself.” Really, this wouldn’t be worse than trying to restrain a crazed one. Those could become ridiculous, some capable of throwing cars like baseballs. Now, that was dangerous.

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Nanashi

She blinked that the man’s annoyance as he began to rant for a second before a sense of familiarity washed over her. Forest, why was that name so familiar. She had definitely heard it somewhere, but where. The only thing she could think of was that vigilante… oh, oh shit. Ok then. That’s who he was after. That’s not good. That person did some good as far as she knew. Never met her, but definitely heard about her.

Vigilantes like to keep out of each others territories after all. But then the guy was finishing up, trying to appeal to her by saying that people's lives were on the line. Well, there was something wrong with this, something off. What would be so important that it had to get to Forest and not the police. Well, its not like she trusted them either, but it was still odd. Well, she supposes she could play along.

“Fine, I will help you look for her, I am pretty good with tracking.” And by that she meant she would warn her and then beat the shit out of this priest.

If she remember right she worked more around the entertainment district, but occasionally splashed over to other districts. Suppose she had a new job to do now.

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