Premonitions (Open)

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

Tsu has a small tupperware container filled with blood! This only bodes well.

While Nova doesn't let go of her threads, the tear suddenly slams shut, causing her and Sage to fall backwards away from the now-sealed street, while the rest of the crew comes barreling over!

Terry sits on the ground, panting.

"Phew. I'm glad that's over. I was running on fumes."

He glances over to where the bunny woman lies, then at Tsu.

"I'd be careful with that. I've killed that woman three times, and she still keeps hunting me. I wouldn't know what parts of her body does."

[Novocaine]

Nova falls back with a grunt, raising her hands to see the wires no longer attached to anything.

Weird ability. She couldn't say she knew what could cause electrical currents and open up the earth...not that they had to be related, necessarily.

"Well I hope he went back." she says with a sigh. It would suck for him to just pop back out of the ground and get the jump on someone.

[Rhona Hall]

Rhona rolled over from where she also landed and ran fingers through her hair exhaling deeply. She looked at the limp rabbit and where the hole was and then finally to Terry.

“If she keeps coming back we aught to either bury her or restrain her somehow. I honestly don’t know if we should trust if she is real dead or not.” She paused a moment to speak again. “Do you mind rewinding and tell us how this started and what is the state of our world currently?”

[tsu]

Tsu's eyes turned to Atlas and company before catching the tupperware container in her hands. She couldn't help but feel bad for Trent and Atlas whom seemed to be taking the death of the rabbit lady rather poorly. Taking a moment to assure the lid was firmly on the container now holding the blood she would listen to Terry. "If she can keep moving after that maybe we should cut her up or completely destroy what we can.", Tsu mused in response as she eyed the crimson fluid in her hands. "This stuff felt abnormal now that you mention it, normally I don't feel as much resistance from blood when I have to use it or move it." Tsu's comments would end at this, making her way over to Atlas, cocking her head slightly to the side.

"You alright there big guy? You seem a bit shaken after that."

[Avalon Salabim]

"I assume he did. He seemed to say as much." Avalon says with a nod in Nova's direction, looking from where the Reclaimer had disappeared to Terry, checking to see if she can see the energy that tied him to the tear again.

"Is it safe to say that this is not the first time this has happened where you're from?"

<3 RAID OF DOOM! <3 She's kind of curious about the container of blood, and concerned of what could be done with it if the bunny woman kept coming back, but that was a worry for later. But not much later.

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Peering Lens: The Peering lens is capable of seeing connections. Who is using abilities on who like buff's or debuff's. Avalon can then hijack these connections to gain the benefits herself or end them on others up to four times a thread. Avalon can also move connections between two targets. These connections appear like lines of color and Avalon can understand everything about the connections. Once per thread these lenses can also peer through the veil into any other dimension she is aware of.

Uses 3/4

[Atlas Steele]

As Atlas would want to comment to Tsu, Upon seeing that everybody had been rescued, that the adrenaline had worn off, he would feel his legs give out while panting heavily, his hands trembling violently before gritting his teeth...

"I've... I've had people that died in the ring..." He would proclaim while trying to stay calm as his usual tick of scratching the back of his head would start to be visible again, his eyes unfocused and his entire body trembling harder...

"Tsu, Could you..." As Atlas wanted to ask for help, he had his eyes once again pass towards the body that was on the side of the road, all this talk about being able to be brought back, all this talk about having to defeat people from other worlds was cracking away at his mental resilience as he would open a nearby sewer grate before vomiting into it.

Quietly and painfully sobbing as he felt pathetic compared to the young children that were around, that were willing to kill for their goals and weren't harmed, to say the least by this mental ordeal... But...
Atlas was prepared physically to protect those he cared for, he was in the zone, but knowing that he had been the cause of death struck him afterwards like a missile blowing him up.

"So... Sorry, Tsu... Can I have a moment?" He asked, his visor fogged over as it was heard in his tone that he was pained, he was overwhelmed, he felt wrong about it all...
Yet his pride hadn't faded as he seemingly was willing to go through these mental pains once again just to protect the young ones, he just realized how pathetically weak he was in this new place, his own history of wrestling, as an invincible wall shattering before his own eyes...

[Aroma]

From this point on, Aroma had taken to ignoring the events and words of others. The fact that other lives weren't lost was great, sure. But she had more important things to worry about. Walking closer to Atlas, her friend. And sitting down next to him, she understood that things must be... Awful for him. Not that she was having any of an easier time herself... But regardless, not a word was said that needed to be wasted.

Aroma just sat next to her friend in the middle of the street, she reached her hand out and placed it onto his shoulder. Pulling him in to allow him to rest his head on her own shoulder calmly, carefully and gently patting him to allow him to cry into her. It... Probably wouldn't amount to much to others, but it was something that she had learned from her time on this world. As per Atlas's own words in their youth, sometimes the best way to cope is to just cry it out... All she was able to say to her friend that actually mattered was... "I'm here for you..." She spoke, voice cracking slightly from being somewhat more shaken up by her only "real" friend's reaction than the scenario as a whole.

And don't you forget it...

[Trent "Hyas" Cassidy]

Trent's bare face met the pavement again. Perhaps he should ask them to dinner next time. He dismissed those dizzyingly sidetracked thoughts aside, whether that was the beginnings of a concussion or not. Unfortunately, the mood slumped over and died for a fair portion of the involved persons. Namely, most tenants of Atlas's Farm; minus Tsu, from what Trent could hear. Regardless, having tumbled three times more than expected, the apprentice wrestler's visage remained smooshed for a moment. Of course, he had long since let go of Aroma. Since the conga line collapsed, in fact. However, it seems as though the gravity of what he and Atlas had done couldn't quite take its leave.

In the handful or so matches he's had as the Megaton Man, there haven't been any deaths by any means. Blood, sure. Broken bones, fine. Not death. For once, Trent felt physically tender. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Death shouldn't have been in the question; but why then? There was that sword, and that blood, and them, the wrestlers, but she shouldn't have died that quickly! Even unconscious, a human body shouldn't shut down permanently that quickly, should it? It was like powering off a machine! But that doesn't seem right either. It still bled. Trent confirmed that outside of his own accord, he knew that much. Such thinking hardly blocked out what else transpired around him. Some inquisitive interrogation was taking place. That, and the whimpers of a familiar man.

Trent smeared his head to the side, lightly scraping against concrete. The slumped, quivering figure of Atlas was plenty visible. That wasn't right, either. He's had deaths in the ring before. What was so different then? Was it that Trent could now witness what Atlas does following those deaths? What the hell? It was indeed true; the image of the Man of Steele, in his prided invincibility, was fracturing. Steele's sole apprentice clutched his head, pressing himself into the pavement once more.

"Bro..."

It was a convoluted sensation. The sinking feeling, the plateauing ire, stress and fading adrenaline. Pain. It was vastly unlike much of Trent's life gave way to thus far. Moving forward, unbending, and free to help others and yourself. That was something that Atlas Steele had taught him. It was painful. Trent began to nod, yet it was forceful, as if it resist the grasp upon his own skull. The wrestler's forehead punched against the pavement over, and over, and over. What was today? Today was supposed to be movie night. This wasn't it. Trent's voice shook, mumbling and quiet.

"...I'm straight-up not having a good time."

Others were of no consequence. All on Trent's mind was far away. There had to be another way about this. Something better. Something. Something.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

Terry shrugs in response to Tsu’s comment. He gave his warning, it was up to them what they did with it.

As much as he wants to possibly console the giant trio of Atlas, Trent, and Aroma, he doesn’t know them well enough to know what to say, so he just gives them their space.

Instead, from his seat on the ground, he gives a bit of a chuckle at Avalon and Nova’s exchange. Indeed, Avalon can see that the tracking line is still connected to Terry, though much weaker now that the Reclaimer is gone.

“Yeah. Pretty sure he’s back home. Probably getting reinforcements soon-ish, but that won’t happen right away. I’ve seen them make tears before, but I’ve never gone through one. Which… I guess, is a problem for here.”

He admits, slowly getting to his feet. He glances at Rhona, acknowledging her question.

“That’s… a little more complicated. I don’t know how much you all know about Prota, aside from… well, her.”

He gestures towards Nova.

“…but the gist of it is that they’re programmed to follow their Emperor. Who, while the world was ending, went missing while the Protan Empire activated a device that hides their presence from the force destroying our world. As you might imagine, an empire without an emperor is dangerous, to say the least, and it’s caused a bit of a split. Which is where the danger for you guys is coming from.”

He stretches his arms again.

“As for me, well, let’s say I’m not a fan of that programming, and when I protested, my brother didn’t appreciate it.”

[Novocaine]

"How is it split?" Nova asks without hesitation. She obviously had a personal interest since...she was from there.

"I thought my dad was handling things in the meantime..."

Granted he likely only had so much authority. He wasn't Strike.

[tsu]

Watching each second of his breakdown unfold before herself, Tsu couldn't help but feel disgust at her own perception of the events at hand... perhaps she was all too familiar with the prospect of death, or perhaps she just was too unfamiliar with it being at her own hands. Taking her attention off the incident occurring near Terry, she made her way to the others, stopping near Trent part way there. "C'mon big guy, We have a lot to work out and it's best not done alone." Tsu knew well enough all she had was sentiment, but they were her friends and she couldn't simply walk away and leave them like this.

Hoping Trent would follow, she took a seat a few feet from Atlas, pushing the container behind her some, leaving it close enough to be watched, but out of sight. She kept her eyes to the pavement, occasionally glancing up at the others without a word. After all, what was she going to say? She could bluster all she wanted, or making hollow promises, but she had nothing to offer. "What even am I doing here?", she whispered to herself, almost too scared to answer that herself.

[Rhona Hall]

“Your Emperor, Strike, gave his power along with other leaders to keep us live. We’ve got no idea what s fully going on in our world. What can you tell us about that?” She felt like the question was getting dodged.

[Trent "Hyas" Cassidy]

Man, today was just not Trent's day. He was involved in murder, his pizza is probably getting ants, and movie night is probably gonna get cancelled. Worst of all, the once justified image of Atlas has a big fat hole in it. By now, it wouldn't be surprising if the concrete had a few more cracks in it. Unfortunately, someone was getting water in them. And in Trent's eyes. Who was doing that? It stung. The stench he took notice of before rattled the apprentice wrestler. Even without taking in the substance now, he could still seemingly smell it. Terrible. Coppery, ugh. No, no, no, no. Urgh. Lightheadedness struck him once again. Bile launched upwards from within, interrupted by reflex. Swallowing, then coughing, Trent wallowed in his tumultuous emotions for a while longer.

The once grasping hands of the wrestler soon rested atop him, drooping arms over his ears and beside his cheeks. It was as if to shield him from any much else. Trent's palms locked fingers in his sudden silence. His nostrils flared, stung by, seemingly, nothing. It was by then that Tsu offered a few distracting words. Work out? What else is there to work out?! The apprentice wrestler only returned silence. Then, a shaky sigh. An evidently rattled, albeit still lumbering figure arose. Damp lines streaked down his face, although they were already drying up. Miraculously, none of it disturbed his wrestling paint. Taking one tremendous step to his left, a massive hand took hold of the stack of pizza pies left on the pavement. Affirming his hold on them, proceeding to clutch them closely, Trent took one more glance at the others. Shifting his gaze to meet the figure of Terry, Trent shot him a look. Strangely, it was one of a silent message: "We'll need to meet again".

Returning himself a standing position, the apprentice wrestler attempted to join the group of roommates. He faced away from them, including the others. Thoughts beyond today's terrible events began to trickle in. Maybe; something about armor.

[Atlas Steele]

As Atlas was sobbing and hacking upon the ground, he would hear words coming into his ears as he tried to stumble upwards, trying to wipe himself clean before falling backwards and making a larger fool of himself as he would try to raise himself upwards.
Failing a few times, before managing to get himself up, he would try to smile proudly as his eyes looked broken, a man that still tried to struggle with the guilt that came from ending a life that he didn't wish to have happened...

Wanting to vocalize his annoyances, he would instead grit his teeth before listening to what they were saying before ruffling the hair of his student Trent while moving forwards...
He was not certain what he could, he was not known to what they were talking about before he would simply drop himself in front of the people that were talking to each other, the girls and their otherworldly friend that he had no knowledge on before Atlas would audibly slam his forehead into the pavement...

"I... I am sorry." He stammered out at first, as he would cough a bit more, as he was forcing himself to move on, visibly trembling to everybody as he would not defend himself if anybody would strike him or punish him for what was going to be said by him.

"I've bought land here... in this city and been slaving away while watching orphans come in and people end up prosecuted for having strange abilities that I've never seen before... I woke up with children that I can call upon that are capable of helping me restore impossible wounds..." As he would take a deep breath, before begging as on the bottom of his mask droplets of his tears would drip down.

"Please... Tell me what this rift was, what this empire is, I just want to be able to protect my friends, but nobody has been telling me anything as I've been getting punished for just feeding kids..." As this man who once thought himself to be at the top of the world in his endurance had lowered himself for the sake of protecting those that were with him.

His trembling body still stuck in a dogeza with his arms spread outwards instead of tucked inwards as he couldn't help but feel like he was in over his own head, that he was putting himself at risk, that he was in the way to their story as he gagged for a moment upon the scent of the body that he smelled moments ago... "Please, I am just a weak old man trying to help my friends."

[Aroma]

Letting Atlas stand and say his piece, Aroma found herself... Disagreeing with the need for apology personally, but she could understand why he felt the need to. Listening in to his words, she would admit she would love to have some kind of context for what was going on, you know. Outside of various mid combat quips, witty as they may be. She wasn't really asking for an entire history book, just like, the cliffnotes version of it all. You know? Sighing softly, she walked back to her jacket and supplies. Picking them back up and slipping her damaged jacket back on.

With everything back in order, she walked back to her friends. Keeping an eye on the presumably deceased rabbit. With the knowledge of her ability to cheat death and revive, she wasn't sure things were as cut and dry a victory as they seemed...

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Sorry for the shorter post, half falling asleep and Fox reminded me