Schism

[Cillian McWolfe]

"Yeah, he is special forces. So priority one is keeping the civilians here safe."

He'd say ignoring the outburst from the large woman with her heated insults of his Father. He understood in this world they were but legends, but she truly knew nothing of the reality of any of the knights or Prota. Though her ignorance was not her fault, there was no way that any of them could know what they were facing or what continuing to play the would be invader's game would mean.

Still, despite her outburst he'd give Aroma a reassuring smile, as if silently telling her it was okay. He would make sure she was protected. They had no intention of letting Prota have their way with this world. With the moment concluded however he would continue to slowly advance toward the man.

"No, I'm sure you haven't. And where I'm from we won our war and kept our freedom and minds for ourselves. This world will be no different. Prota has no claim over the souls that reside here. Run back to your Masters and let them know that this world is not ripe for the picking. It is protected."

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Oath of the Shining Knight 2/31

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.

[Brianna Valdyr]

Brianna rolled her eyes at the giant of a woman shouting, her focus going from Cillian to the mystery man to the one with glasses.

"Got it." She could get most civilians out easily enough. Some of them would probably be a struggle, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

"You're going to want to get back, everyone. Way back. These guys don't play with kid gloves." In case the bullet bouncing off his forehead like a gnat hitting a glass pane and talk of damaging the infrastructure wasn't a strong enough hint. She snorted and shook her head as she stepped forward.

"The only thing you need to know about folks like this is they give you two options: submit, or be made an example of. They destroy their own people and lands at the drop of a hat to do it."

[Rafflesia]

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

Rafflesia

"Well these sorts don't make that evident by any means.", Rafflesia smirked as she replied to the Prota Admin. "Should things here not last long, I would appreciate learning more about your organisation." Her words would only hang for a moment before the unwanted company once more started their less than appreciated speech.

"You know, perhaps it's because I'm just a native to this world and am a tad bias about this whole conflict. But as I see it you're just as bad as you claim this Prota is." Raff's eyes narrowed as she glared towards the templar whelp and his entourage. "Are we, the people from this world, not under our own jurisdiction to decide who we see as a threat? You flaunt your power like some dictatorial forge. If you ask me you're all hypocrites."

Shaking her head sadly with a sigh, Rafflesia's eyes narrowed and she stepped aside. "Conflict and suffering is all you bring to the people of this world you claim to protect. But you'll never see past that self-righteous wool over your eyes." She let her words resonate, turning to stare at all parties before nodding to Aroma, "It may be best to get Atlas out of the potential blast radius."

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[Aroma]

Letting out a groan of frustration at how these people clearly saw her as some form of idiot, Aroma's eyes focused on one that was actually more important to her, her friends. These two headstrong chuckleheads were about to attack someone who very clearly took an entire bullet to the head and shrugged it off like it was nothing. With her friends caught in the crossfire. Clenching her fists tighter, she tried her very best to avoid punching the LARPer in armour and took off towards Atlas and Raff.

"Atlas, come with me. Your heart is..." She said, before shaking her head and placing her hands on his shoulders, and beginning to move him to a safer distance. Her attention was turned to the short, pale woman with them. "Raff..." Said Aroma, showing concern for a moment, before frowning. And giving a stern nod towards her.

Aroma would make sure to keep Atlas nearby, if needed. Just as much out of harm's way as she could.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

"I don't see this taking long at all."

The man from Prota smirks in response to Rafflesia, cracking his knuckles as Cillian steps closer. Brianna finds the civilians are taking off already. They've learned since the incident with the dogs that strange happenings are usually bad for their health!

"Prota has claim over anything it wants. This isn't a place protected by any accords, or at least, none that exist right now, and so far, I haven't seen any defenders that I should be cautious about. If I were you, I'd be looking to get on my good side."

He points his hand like a gun towards Cillian.

"In this case, Reform is good."

[Novocaine]

Nova's eyes would narrow, not impressed with how the people of this world handled this. She was also disappointed in the bickering, feeling as though it showed an obvious weakness that'd be easy to exploit.

Seeing that things might turn to violence quite soon, she'd finally hop down the building, slowly making her want to the gathering.

"No one here has the authority to accept or decline your terms, Junior." Nova would say.

"Isn't there enough conflict back home? You want to create an additional conflict while our own people are fighting each other?"

[Cillian McWolfe]

Cillian simply smiled despite the taunts thrown his way.

"The fact that you have free will enough to have your own thoughts is enough I imagine. If you wish to lose your free will by all means go with him, but I'll not allow you to sacrifice countless innocence to your ignorance."

They can call him what he wanted. He at least knew what they were up against. Shifting his stance to ready his shield if need be as he watched the man, now joined by Nova. He felt the pit in his stomach settle. Reformed Prota existed in this city. Free of the brainwashing, and he was still torn. Happy that many of them were reclaiming their sense of self with the brainwashing gone, but wary of it being a ploy. And bitter over the countless women and children they have slaughtered in their purifications.

"As if you'd ever admit your reform was bad."

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Qi use 1/31

Oath of the Shining Knight 3/31

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.

Blackwater's Royalty Circlet +6 Per +9 Eng 1/4 charges

These Intricate and Beautiful Circlets are only given to the Higher Royalty members and a few of their trusted staff. Cillian can spend a post channeling his Qi into the Circlet, for every post he spends building energy he gets a permanent +5 ft to his Qi range for the thread and his Qi does +8 damage. After channeling 4 times in a thread he can instead turn all that energy into an explosive Qi attack that deal his energy +40 in damage. But the Circlet is useless for the following thread.

[Brianna Valdyr]

It had been over two years since they'd arrived; Brianna figured the sting of the pale woman's words would have faded by now. She could count the number of people who actually seemed to accept her and her people in this world on one hand. None of them never seemed to understand that they didn't ask to come here, didn't want to.

But those were thoughts for another time.

"Look, just make sure you and your friends get plenty of distance from him, alright? Get out of here if there's a fight." With most of the civilians understanding it was time to get gone while they could, she turned her attention to the surrounding area. Protans were typically strong for plenty of reasons, and this one had mentioned damaging things. Hopefully these people would understand that they were in danger now that they had seen a bullet bounce off his head like nothing.

At least the woman with cat ears had a cool head about it.

[Rafflesia]

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

Rafflesia

Interruption after interruption, at this point she felt little else could be gained from this situation, but all the same it wasn't time to depart jut yet. Rafflesia took the time to hear out the new woman's thoughts in particular, it was hard to precisely tell whose side she was supposed to be on.

But Cillian's statement completely destroyed Raff's immersion in the moment, barely keeping herself from breaking into hysterics in truth. "Free will?! What about any of this shows I... or we-", she raised her voice to speak and spread her arms as if indicating Palisade City as a whole. "-have been given any opportunity to come to our own conclusions?" She turned for a moment, not wanting to look at these aliens before composing herself.

"Don't fight them, they're evil, we're here to protect you.", her voice lower but ever more mocking. "All I see here are a bunch of children acting as arbiters for a place they don't belong. The hypocrisy in your actions as opposed to your 'suggestions' only further exemplify my point." Her eyes dark as she looked over the two opposed the Prota Admin.

"At least he-", she motioned to the stitched up man "-, even if only as a formality, seems more willing to explain himself than a single one of you has. If you're so eager for a fight with him so be it. Show me just how much of a threat you all are to my home."

With this Rafflesia turned once more, getting just enough out of their immediate area to act as a spectator rather than a participant.

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[Trent "Hyas" Cassidy]

All in all, things were getting a little spicy. From what he could decipher between the white noise -- and Trent was no politician -- but it sure sounded just as bullshit. However, Trent needed to take a moment to remember to breathe; which he did so after a lengthy fit of silence. From those burly hands of his, out came a bullet of energy. Something of that sort, anyway. That's insane! Who does that?! Suddenly gasping for air once again, the apprentice wrestler kept himself a fair distance away from the action. For now, essentially embarrassing himself was the best he'll get to take. Well, even that's still better than his debut match.

From what Trent could tell: the far end of the street had its own issues to talk out. Even then, he wasn't quite sure they'd talk through it. Although, in truth, the wrestler admitted to himself this; the last time stuff like this happened was the last time Trent caught a show of Saturday night cartoons. Things get weird in late-night cartoons, man. Trent was finally catching his breath some. Another thought occurred. Those cartoons were probably Japanese, now that he tried to remember more thoroughly. Those lip flaps were intense.

Gulping down one last influx of oxygen, the apprentice wrestler also shook aside the last of his shock. No good trying to shoot at patchwork men that take it like paper planes. In times like these, there was only one thing like to do. Escape! ...To the side! Trent, ignoring his current cardio fatigue, scurried away from the "splash zone", approaching the familiar faces of Aroma, Atlas, and one only familiar primarily in mention: little miss Raffle. Trent dove forward, somersaulting into a nearby dumpster. The rumbling upon impact was obvious enough; nearly 250 lbs. of muscle makes for plenty of noise. After that, the apprentice wrestler remained silent; his performance unnecessary.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

The stitched man looks amused at the level of bickering happening, and he gives a bit of a chuckle at the clumsy hiding the bulky man does.

However, his smirk fades when the familiar face comes closer.

"Well that's unfortunate. You'll all have to pass on the message then, because when I come back, I'm taking the city by force."

He glances at Nova, before looking away.

"Are you Reformed, or Traditionalist like your traitorous parents?"

[Novocaine]

It was Nova's turn to frown, and her ears would hold back to further show her displeasure at his words. At this point anything to do with the others held little interest to her, and in a way, so did anything to do with taking the city. All she could do is make sure the message was received. She likely had the least to worry about if Prota succeeded or failed.

"If my parents are still upholding tradition, it sounds like you're the traitor."

Not that she was any better at this point, but, she didn't appreciate any negative comments towards her parents. It didn't matter how much she'd missed.

"And neither."

She'd tap the side of her head.

"The programming's gone, and no one here even knew about Prota being divided like that until recently."

[Rafflesia]

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

Rafflesia

Her peace had been made and all she could do now was wait for this to sort itself out honestly. The newest arrival seemed to have a sort of interest in the man from Prota, however, developments more than enough to pique Rafflesia's own intrigue.

Keeping her distance for the time being, Raff kept herself close enough to hear, but not to get hit so easily. She turned to watch the others, and to catch Trent nose diving into a trash can, keeping herself form laughing just barely at the absurdity.

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[Pig God, God of Pigs]

So far, the Prota man hasn't been any more hostile than when he'd been challenged before.

"Reform is the way of the future."

He says, sounding oddly robotic, before continuing.

"You'd best pick before I come back, then. Otherwise, I'll assume you're traditional."

[Novocaine]

Nova's eyes would narrow.

Even for him that seemed...off. Not even rehearsed. Just off.

"I think you should leave, now." is all she'd say in response.