Schism

[Rafflesia]

Strength:5/Endurance:5/Perception:5
Defense:17/Energy:20

RAfflesia

Everything felt like it hinged on this moment, a tensity in the air present even prior to the beginnings of a white lie. This man, whomever he may be seemed to be more interested in finding hostilities than actually ascertaining any situation as it were. A moment couldn't be wasted in hesitation and Rafflesia knew that well.

"How about we address those in the opposite order you asked. Your priorities are unbecoming of an overseer of surrender.", Raff's eyes narrowed at the man a moment before she waved it off. "I am Dr. Bluewater of the advance Qi resonance and Extraction Research Division, First Class." Raff composed herself, straightening her own coat and checking the knot created from the loose sleeve at her side. "Due to apparent reports of illegal crossings from non-Prota personnel we were ordered to dissolve prior designations and withhold numbers and IDs without prior approval from our superior officer. I'm sure you can understand, after all you read the most recent report yes?", her eyebrow raised with this as she watched the man's expression before turning to face the other two.

"As far as hostilities, it would seem various groups or individuals without formal tied between them have been approaching each point of incursion. After all, it is hard to hide a rip in space, now. Further research is being invested into these groups of interest but that is presently not one of my assignments." Observing her surroundings some, she eyed over the city's skyline before continuing. "And finally, as far as the general population is concerned their government is still in charge, but I suppose on a more technical level for our intentions those who utilize Qi act as a force of defense from he shadows, but as I said prior, I am not aware of any solely identified groups of which they are suggested from."

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[Atlas Steele]

As Atlas would hear Rafflesia speak, he would keep his face rather stern before doing a simple stance of respect towards the people he was in a conversation with, as he let her take control of the conversation, listening carefully before giving knowing nods to the stuff that she was stating.
He wouldn't interrupt her points, instead supporting them with his firm belief and desire to help those in the city itself.

Atlas knew that he was playing with fire, but he silently knew that he had to do his best to make sure nothing would go wrong for the children living here.
Especially with the flawless act that Rafflesia was putting up in his own eyes as he kept himself from smiling, biding his time carefully.

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[OoC : I am sorry for not posting anything longer, doing my best while stuck in bed with a fever at 40 celsius]

[Aroma]

Allowing Rafflesia freedom of speech, Aroma didn't really know a lot about her yet. But... The way she spoke seemed to imply that she at least knew what she was talking about in some capacity, and that she shouldn't interfere. Keeping her face as a stern scowl of her own, she came to a resolution. She couldn't afford to be as afraid as she was before, not now. Not when things were clearly ramping up in some way or another.

A strong, tough, emotionless security guard. That was the role she chose to play, and she would stick to it. Thankful that a stranger would back them up, even if they'd only known each other for a short period.

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[OOC:] My own apologies too, I've been helping Fox with other stuff while he's sick.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

The man tilts his head, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.

"Alright. So there aren't any groups that are tied together that you are aware of, and Qi users are the main threat. I assumed that much."

He leans in, hands on his hips.

"Then, if you won't tell me your designation, you should at least be able to recognize me, if your mission is so important. So tell me. What's my name?"

[Cillian McWolfe]

Cillian's eyes narrowed as he recognized Prota from the cracks and the man demanding answers.

"Looking to try and subjugate another society?"

Cillian said as he revealed himself, casting an iron gaze to the invader.

"One world is not enough?"

Clearly the man was able to travel between them from the cracks.

[Rafflesia]

Strength:5/Endurance:5/Perception:5
Defense:17/Energy:20

RAfflesia

Rafflesia stood, focus on the man before them hoping she'd managed well enough to convince him. This moment would ultimately be swept from underneath her feet as he asked once question.



Stumbling some, Raff's hand frantically dug into her pocket in a show of faux desperation. "I should know this, but if I'm behind honest ai just recently got hired on from an organization in this world known as Chimera, these two I believe are new muscle.", she blushed in embarrassment at this before persisting. "See they had me write down most of what I told you on notecards and I had one with important official and member names, but I can't for the life of me find it... it was the only one I didn't memorized."


Her brow furrowed, turning to face the buildings once more, offering Atlas and Aroma a glance as if telling them to prepare for the worst.

"speak of the devil.", Raff muttered to herself, waving to one of the others to lead off the intruder so that this conversation could be finished.

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[Aroma]

Aroma looked over to the red-headed man who just now decided to speak up. She was grateful for the help, but... Really? Now of all times? Sure, things weren't going exactly as planned. But they could have fixed something up...!

"I'll take care of this." She said sternly, frowning as she walked over to him. Hands kept behind her back as she got close, keeping up the strong persona of a security guard as she pulled up the back of her jacket to make her shoulders look broader. "Sorry sir, you're going to have to back off." Said Aroma, going to place her hand on his shoulder as she leaned in close. "Hey, appreciate the help. But is now a good time...?" She asked, whispering quietly so as to not blow her cover. And using the heightened shoulders of her jacket to hide her mouth from the Protan's view. "We're trying to be non confrontational, but as you can see... Stay wise, just in case. Please, play along for now."


"Stop resisting sir, or I will use force." She said, making sure to keep up the act.

[Novocaine]

She briefly considered putting these people out of their misery by shifting the focus, however, someone else had done so. Nova would peer over to see who it was, but couldn't really place the guy. If anything he was at least from the old world.

She'd scale the building to watch from the rooftop instead, deciding to wait longer. In case she could find out more, first.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

The man turns to grin at Cillian as he calls out, tilting his head a little at the questions.

"Yes, and no. Of course, if you know Prota, you should know that by now."

He chuckles, before glancing back to Rafflesia, as it seemed the bodyguard Aroma was heading the redhead off.

"Let me spare you a bit of trouble, woman. I know that you weren't sent here by Prota. I know, because I'm in charge of the subjugation of this city."

He holds up a finger.

"But I'm not here to fight right now. Like I said, I'm here to take the city's surrender. If they don't, then I'll be back to take it by force."

[Cillian McWolfe]

"You do not know what you face."

He'd say before side stepping to continue toward the Prota intruder. It was all well and good to want to resolve things peacefully. But that's not how things went down with Prota. One could not reason with people who steal the free will of others. And the snake revealed his intentions, here to accept the surrender of the city. Well he would not surrender to them. He didn't surrender when they came for his old home, and as long as this place was forced to be his home he'd see it protected as well.

"This city is not yours to take. Nor is this world."

Closing his eyes he'd take a deep breath before reciting his oath.

"I vow to kindle light in the world to beat back its despair.
I shall shelter the light, protecting love, laughter, and beauty,
I shall stand against all wickedness that would smother it..
I vow to stand as a beacon of life, living with joy and courage, and let them shine forth in all my deeds.
I vow to safeguard my light, to join in song and love so I do not forget the beauty of the world I swear to protect."

He'd hold his right hand out to the side as his body began to glow white. Pink and orange lights radiating off of his body that shifted into a white silhouette of his form. His sword summoned into his hand, a gleaming blade made by the best smiths of Camelot. The gleaming armor of his knighthood forming over his body in this magical man transformation until he was there a literal knight in shining armor. The sigil of Sir Galahad The Pure Emblazoned on his shield. The Blade with the red hilt clasped in his hand, a blade able to withstand blows even from Excalibur. A sentinel, he would not allow Prota to seize this land as they had so many others.

"Scurry back to the dark hole whence you came."

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Oath of the Shining Knight  1/31

Cillian may call upon his oath and adorn himself with the Shining Silver armor of a Knight. The armor creates it's own energy pool equal to the maximum of Cillians Qi uses and can stay equipped for as many rounds as the created pool of Qi charges.

Cillian gains +12 Def, and Spd when equipped

The light that reflects off the armor raises the Perception and Energy stats of all allies who see it by +12 and lowers the Perception of all enemies who see it by -14.

Cillian may spend a Qi Charge from the pool of Qi the armor created to expel all negative effects on himself or allies within a 20 ft area, restoring 2 Qi charges to all allies in the effected range.

[Trent "Hyas" Cassidy]

He was late to the party. He was hella late. Some damn, crazy hellhole ripped up the sky again and surely nothing good came outta it again. Clear across town, however, Trent Cassidy had a bit of difficulty -- and time -- to span the distance. And, as the tear in everyone's apparently flimsy reality patched right up, the apprentice wrestler's troubles only go a little extra troublesome. Regardless, things were feeling a bit heavy around here. On top of that, Trent had a real bad feeling. Eventually, and finally, the third of the Atlas Farm farmers had arrived on the scene.

Barreling down the road, albeit evidently exhausted from running, the situation was oddly calm. Well, as calm as it got with a blinding knight cosplayer in the middle of the street. Pretty well done, but kinda out of place. Plopping his hands upon his knees, such thoughts evacuated his mind in haste. The wrestler gasped for breath. Despite the ruckus, he didn't intend to run about half his total mileage for the day. Then again, it wasn't his fault that the city was so expansive. Nonetheless, his wrestling spirit urged Trent onward: to call out upon his arrival with the vigor of champions! Atlas would probably say something like that. Wracking his brain, however, the apprentice wrestler's apparent need for improv practice reared its ugly, fugly, pugly face. And so, a good and long ways away from the confronting group, Trent just sputtered out what came first.

"LIGMA BALLS!"

Grab the attention of the audience. Catching his breath some, Trent stood upright, contorting his fingers into pistols. An innocent, and likely stupid gesture. Given the situation, Trent wouldn't be surprised if he was soon to be shot at. A few familiar faces caught his attention as he pretended to shadow box, and wave around finger guns. However, as his right index finger crossed sights with the weird, patchy man, a light shone. It was as unfamiliar as that cosplayer. Without pause, that light ejected itself from the wrestler with a great velocity! It was just like a bullet! Its trail glowed like a comet, and its contents raced to its target. No matter how it landed, however, Trent would stand there with a dead, blank stare. Yet, a crooked grin was plastered across his visage.

When the hell did he get super powers?!

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Trent's late to the party, and so am I. Anyone got popcorn?

The following Qi Ability was used (for the first time)!

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Zero Ability: Bullet Manipulation - Trent can create bullets from his personal energy. Currently, they have no additional effects. Damage is based on current ENG +16.

[Brianna Valdyr]

The sight of cracks in the sky were like a shock to the system when Brianna saw them, close to the other side of the market when they appeared. By the time she got there, there was shouting and the sounds of gunfire, to boot. Goosebumps rose on her skin as adrenaline kicked in, rushing to the area and seeing a single familiar face.

"Shit." Prota? She didn't even need a full hand for the number of people she knew, let alone liked, from that part of the world. That would have been enough without the familiar sight of a glowing transformation and familiar oath be called out.

"Sooo I'm guessing same ol' song and dance with this guy?" More or less a chance to have someone give her any important info as she looks at the dark-haired man her partner was approaching.

Of course it was Prota.

[Rafflesia]

Strength:5/Endurance:5/Perception:5
Defense:17/Energy:20

RAfflesia

All in all the ruse finally came to a head, but after all it was rather inevitable perhaps. With a shrug, Rafflesia kept her focus on the man while she still had the opportunity. "A shame really, there were genuine questions I had for your organization as a whole. You see, I like to know about my options before I pick a side.", Raff replied with a playfully-mocking wink at the end of her statement. Turning her attention to Aroma she couldn't help but press her thumb and index finger to her nose.

"Are all of your old world 'heroes' this dramatic and obnoxious?", her brow furrowed as she stepped aside, keeping her hand to herself and watching carefully before getting herself involved. But a sly grin did cross her lips as she heard a familiar voice in the distance, even if his particular nomenclature was rather crude.

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[Aroma]

What... On earth was this boyband looking son of a-!? Ahem, what on earth was this person doing...? Did he not listen at all!? Was his third-grader syndrome that strong he actually ignored her...!?

"Are you fucking serious." She muttered, scowling at the turbo-revving young punk that started to just recite some kind of dungeons and dragons speech, only to have an actual sword and shield show up out of god knows where. With her frustrations reaching an all time high at the fact that their savior was just as headstrong as the one they were supposed to be defending the town from. Looking at the shield with its crest, Aroma was suddenly hit with... A deep-seated rage for a brief moment.

"Galahad is like the most BORING ONE!" She yelled, clenching her fists as she was... Very close from pulling the stupid move of slapping someone up, who was in hindsight, only trying to help.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

"Your questions might still be answered, depending. And no, not everyone is like... that."

The man says to Rafflesia, before glancing towards the transformed Cillian.

"One of those knights, I see. I haven't fought one of you in a long time."

Trent's bullet flies true, striking him in the forehead before it falls to the ground, causing him to grin widely.

"I'd be careful if I were you. I didn't come here for a slaughter, but that doesn't mean I won't. The less damage to the infrastructure, the better."

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Prota Ambassador -

Defense: 200