Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 03:32:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Welcome to a world where the collective myths of all cultures throughout history coexist. Naturally, conflict will arise, it's simply human nature...and the nature of every other sort of being living among them.<br><br>But this is different. This is a war like none seen in any tale. The desert of the Eastern continent birthed a horror the likes of which had never been imagined. The one empowered by the limitless magic of those beyond the veil cut loose his chains and, while it cost him his vast power, did not mean he could never again seize it. With boundless ambition and cruelty, and the necessary amount of patience, he soon came to wield power comparable to what he possessed. Signaling to the world his declaration of intent by sinking a great desert kingdom beneath the sands, nothing in his path would stop him from seizing control of all that was.<br><br>Or so he thought. The people would not take this threat lying down. While futile, armies of men stood against him and either fell or surrendered and agreed to serve, if their lives and their families would be spared, though most would still slit his throat if they had the opportunity and ability. It was clear to him that power like his was not unique to himself, and others with abilities and strength that could topple him would inevitably surface. With this infuriating obstacle to his dream, it meant he needed to think bigger. Gathering as many sycophants and forcing them into his service with his corrupt deals, and using the increases to his magic from this, he approached and subjugated more powerful allies. Trolls from the Northern continent marched all over, the skies darkening over them and keeping the sunlight from turning them to stone at any time, day or night. Imps, harpies, any sort of land- or air-traveling creature crossed the sea and set down upon all other continents, delivering the message to surrender or be annihilated. While this was intended to eliminate all threats to him, the price of this approach was to galvanize them into opposing him together, uniting their strengths to make an even greater enemy to his rule. At least, some of them.<br><br>With the war already well under way, it was no up to one to bring them together in a way no other could. Snow White, fairest of them all and wielder of the Master Magic Mirror, activated the heirloom of her deposed stepmother and commanded it to send out her message of a united front, and allow for any person-sized mirror to act as a gateway for those whose hearts were strong enough to resist evil and whose power could oppose Rumplestiltskin on a level above that of mere mortal men. It may make her kingdom the last one standing by the time they all decide to throw in their lot with her, but surely an army of heroes can liberate the world from its darkest hour.</span></em></strong></div><br>********<br><br>At the suggestion of players who have been with me since the beginning, I would like to request all posts from the time of this update be formatted thusly for helping keep better track of characters based on time and location.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=250][/img][/floatleft]Name:<br>Location: (Continent, Region)<br>Date &amp; Time: Day 1 of the game can be assumed to be June 6, and the calendar follows normally, except there are no leap years)<br>Wearing (optional):<br>Tagging:<br>Mentioning:<br>Major Action(s) (if applicable; this includes fast-traveling to different locations via mirror):<br>Content warnings:</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 19:49:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/e6/9d/32e69df6320560894d0ffff70997f6e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias: </strong> Neve- The Snow Queen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Traveling to meet Rumpelstiltskin<br><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>Sledding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><br><hr><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5654/208/1600/narnia2.jpg)</div>A freezing wind howled and a dark cloud rapidly covered the lands and snow began to fall thick and fast, each flake spinning and racing to meet the ground. The wind was joined by the voices of wolves howling in the distance closing fast as a team of white wolves practically invisible to the non magical eye raced through the storm, the team of eight drew behind them an elegant sleigh of dark black leather with blue white metal decorating its sides. Within the sleigh enshrouded in a thick white cloak with fur trim sat the driver. Her face hidden from the storm but as she passed it seemed like the weather became gentle around her. The wind played with stands of white blond hair and snowflakes spiraled down to gently kiss the woman's cheeks.<br><br>The female glanced up, piecing blue eyes glanced at the sky with a smile as cold as ice Neve turned her attention to her destination. Rumpelstiltskin had declared war and she was only to ready to join the fight. Evil would rule the world, the wolves rushed onwards in no need of encouragement from their mistress, The Snow Queen still had miles to go to before she arrived at the meeting place that Rumpelstiltskin had described to her. She glanced out over the landscape and took note of the waning sun, her wolves would need rest soon. As she looked away from the sunset her penetrating gaze landed on a small set of buildings of the main path. With a small click of her tongue and a shout of "Gee" the team wheeled effortlessly to the right.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/deae/f/2011/248/9/4/ice_imp_by_tokinogami-d48z5tt.png)</div>From her feet a nasty voice spoke up, the voice was harsh to the ear the sound of ice breaking up or nails running down a chalkboard "Are we attacking mistress?" the imp asked, it face alight with the hope that Neve would let it play. The creature was small but with wicked horns,fangs and claws in loved fresh blood. Neve reached out and patted the creature absently. Her eyes on the rapidly approaching village. "The wolves need rest, tend to them then tend to the village" she declared. The imps green eyes lit with pleasure as it bowed its head obediently "Yes mistress"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dshadow</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 21:29:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Dracula.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; </td><td>Dracula</td><td><strong>|||&nbsp; &nbsp;Quote: </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;"All of us are born with atoms and a soft spot called faith" </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; </td><td>7:00 A.M. </td><td><strong>|||&nbsp; &nbsp;Date: </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; January 3, 2017</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; </td><td>Fortaleza, Brazil</td><td><strong>|||&nbsp; &nbsp;Tag:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Open<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Dracula woke from his slumber with a start. He looked for an unseen threat and yet- the room was as empty as it had been before he had closed his eyes. He stood and pulled the drapes aside, allowing the sunlight to invade the room, bathing it in warm, golden hue. His powerful lance gleamed as it came into contact with the starlight. If everything was so beautiful and peaceful, then why the darkness in the pit of his stomach? Something was wrong. He walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth, studying his reflection in the sink mirror. He remained alert, ready for a poltergeist to surprise him at any moment, or a demon to attempt to lull him to his final restijng place. But no such action came.<br><br>As he concluded the oral cleansing, spitting out the small gulp of mouthwash, his gaze turned to his reflection on the door mirror- something odd began happening. "Help" "Rumplestiltskin" "War" The voices were coming at him from all angles, calling, as the mirror grew bright white. It coaxed him, begged him. Dracula opened the door and seemingly ignored the mirror. He picked up his lance and turned around. It hadn't been his imagination. The mirror continued begging for him, the white light shining, nearly engulfing the room. "If God wills, so shall I go" - he walked the lance into the white light without a seconds thought..&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>01-06-2018, 05:12:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent, Desert Region<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Strategizing<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open</strong></div><br>Surrender or be destroyed. There was no third option. Rumplestiltskin would not stand for any insubordination whatsoever, so any place he came across would have to agree to fall in line, or just fall. So much time was spent shaking hands, sealing the deals that empowered him, but every life that pledged itself to him was guaranteed to be spared, so long as they would agree never to betray him in addition to serving him in whatever capacity he demanded at the time of the deal. People were divided according to their aptitude. Able-bodied men were to march in his army, others were to do whatever else was needed like farming, making clothes and weapons, and the like. He never tired of making an example of any who dared try to raise a hand of resistance, and for some reason, it never seemed to get them to completely cease their petty rebellions.<br><br>Being inhuman made his desire for intimate company less prevalent but he did appreciate a pretty face and shapely body. He had those young maidens who fit his aesthetic criteria feed him, wash his feet, massage his shoulders, whatever he pleased, as he was carried around on a luxurious golden carriage, almost like a portable tent but shaped like a miniature castle. There was room for an ornate and spacious bed, and for small tables with whatever food he desired, but not much else; mercifully for those who were too useless to be assigned to any other tasks and thus were relegated to hefting his portable palace, he did magically make it lightweight enough that it would not be too heavy that they could not carry it for long periods. It also magically reacted to approaching threats and bad news by elevating him into a standing position because he wanted to be able to leap forth from his throne at a moment's notice should the need for his power to enforce his law upon anything or anyone they came across.<br><br>The portable palace was flanked from every direction by what was now 400 men, their families mercifully spared and back at home in towns now flying Rumplestiltskin's flag. With a snap of his fingers, Rumplestiltskin could transport the contents of whatever shipments and offerings were prepared by the towns and placed in a designated area to wherever his army now marched, so nothing would ever need to be hauled along with them, and only when quotas were not filled or any items missing or sneaked in without authorization would he need to transport himself back there and find out just what was going on. So far, that particular form of disobedience had not occurred and he was glad of it. He didn't want to start experiencing that sort of disruption before he had expanded his reach to at least one of the other continents in its totality.<br><br>To be sure, his banner was being carried by his armies on every continent now, but hadn't marched yet from one shore to another. The trolls of the Northern continent were gleeful to serve him after he gave them the gift of a dark cloud to shield them from the sunlight that would otherwise turn them to stone and free them only to hunt at night. They had only just begun their march on the cold lands. The Southern continent, of wild jungles in parts, was where he chose to unleash his animal thralls, making beasts that were otherwise tame or chose not to be hostile toward humans become vicious and feral to all not under his command. On the open plains and forests of the Western continent, he was more creative and molded his footsoldiers from the earth, golems and imps and harpies, some burrowing underground, some marching across the lands, and some terrorizing from the air. It was total war, and he had merely not decided where to go personally to ensure his victory. For now he remained in the land he had called home the longest, the Eastern continent, which was inescapably bound by his rule, at least the parts he had already conquered. The desert where he made his first major act of terrorism was just so familiar to him, it was hard to leave just yet, though he wished to rid himself of such sentiments. One day he would turn the sands into a thriving, fertile, verdant land just to spite it and erase it from his memory. Let the rest of the world fall into barrenness, but not here, where he gained his freedom.<br><br>Any hint of strong opposition would prompt him to set his sights upon wherever it came from as his destination. If it required his supervision and intervention, he would travel as far as necessary to instill his dominion over those who rebelled. But as of yet there was so little resistance it was almost comical. It was almost tempting to wish someone would challenge him just to give him something more stimulating to do with his time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>07-06-2018, 00:58:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5g8gm3Rbx1r1ozoho1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Maleficent<br><strong>Location</strong>: Dark Forest<br><br>Maleficent felt the winds in the dark forest stir. She sat very ill tempered, almost inpatient upon her throne of grey rock. Her forest settled on the far eastern border of the Kingdom of man. No one came here, no one dared. A crow cawed in the distance, causing her to look up as the small avian shadow landed on her shoulder. Cooing her red lips against her companion she arched a curious brow.&nbsp; She had sent her spy out to see what was happening. A war was coming and she was curious to see what&nbsp; would come next. "So..." her voice was hollow. "What....happened?" She finished. The crow jumped down onto the stone ground and began to peck it beak, a manner of speech.<br><br>"Snow White?" She said curiously. " Summoning an army?" Her throne room was just as hollow. Made from the relics and ruins of things dead and old. Shadows moved as the dark faelings gathered in the corners. The crow continued to peck against the stone. " Against Rumplestiltskin.." Rising slowly to her feet she grabbed her staff and walked towards her cauldron. Staring into the dark water she spoke softly. "Show me." She commanded. The water began to ripple and finally a scene was revealed. Rumple was busy imp, gathering forces and conquering small nations. "How interesting.." She waved a pale bony hand over the water. " And foolish.." she thought of Rumple as no more than a parasite, infecting everything he touched with his lunacy. To think that he would come here and attempt to take over almost was laughable. Her realm was guarded by dark magic and noone could enter here who would not find trouble.<br><br>"Show me the girl.." She commanded.&nbsp; An image of Snow White appeared and with her the Magic Mirror. Maleficent stared curiously at the mirror. She knew this would be the relic that could possibly stop Rumple. He had gone made and thinking the world was his. Though she had no intention of joining Snow's company she would have to make sure that Rumple lost this battle. Apparently she had been dwelling for far to long. Rumple had gathered a great army under her nose she hadn't realized it. "Come." She told her bird as it landed on her shoulder. "Let's pay the old fool a visit." And just like shadow she was gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-06-2018, 19:10:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bUd04MK2lIY/hqdefault.jpg)</div>Name: Snow White<br>Location: Southern Germany, Castle of Red Roses, Mirror chamber<br>Date &amp; Time: June 6th, Early afternoon<br>Wearing (optional):&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">A vision in white and scarlet</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/a7/17/18a717bd1f8072b6e8b45687c3fcb6d0.jpg)(https://i.ebayimg.com/thumbs/images/g/Mc0AAOSwEARbC1O8/s-l225.jpg)</div></div>Tagging: Mirror, Azula, Open<br>Mentioning: Potential Allies, Rumple<br>Content warnings: N/A<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1353/1689/products/smallelfears_1024x1024.jpg?v=1468343581)</div>Name: Azula, The Blue Fairy<br>Location: Southern Germany, Castle of Red Roses, Mirror chamber<br>Date &amp; Time: June 6th, early afternoon<br>Wearing (optional):&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This outfit and a great example of Azula's wings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/3b91/f/2018/097/8/f/lagoona_faerie_by_firefly_path-dc85gw8.jpg) (https://pre00.deviantart.net/31e7/th/pre/i/2018/088/6/3/lagoona_gown_by_firefly_path-dc78lxc.jpg)</div></div>Tagging: Snow White, open<br>Mentioning: Rumple, potential allies<br>Content warnings: N/A<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>The young queen was fairly silent as she stood&nbsp; in the mirror chamber alone, staring at the eerie face of the spirit dwelling within the glassy depths of the <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">magic mirror</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/1c/f8/f4/1cf8f4ec4657851b5a307758b5bc73f3.jpg)</div></div> her mother had used in her mission to destroy her...<br>It had made Snow feel very uneasy about using it now, but what choice did she have? Rumble had intercepted any other means of communication she'd tried to send out, he was determined to isolate her from her allies and up till now, he had been succeeding... except... even Rumple with his great magics could not stand in the way of the mirror's power...<br><br>“I may not like this... but it's the one option left to me...” Snow murmured softly, taking a slow deep breath before her milk chocolate brown eyes settled on the <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">mirror spirit's face</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/71rkpnK9uTL._AC_UL320_SR208,320_.jpg)</div></div>]“Did my message make it to potential allies to our cause?”<br><br>“Yes, fairest one...” The spirit's voice echoed from the mirror “They come...”<br><br>Fairest one... oh how she hated being called that... physical beauty had honestly become something she looked at with some resentment... could anyone really blame her though? Her stepmother tried to kill her not once, but three times, because of her 'beauty'... the third time resulting in an enchanted coma, she would never forget being trapped inside her own mind, lost and alone in the infinite darkness...<br><br>“Please don't call me that...” Snow muttered, her eyes narrowing slightly “If you insist upon a title, just... go simple and call me Queen Snow, alright? Now then... I'll call you when I need you again”<br><br>The white face's eyelids closed over the black abyss's it had for eyes and then faded away... Snow White turned away from the mirror “Azula!”<br><br>A shimmer of blue sparkling light swirled before Snow White and standing in front of her was now a beautiful blue haired fairy dressed in a long cerulean blue silk dress, the raven haired queen smiled warmly at the fairy “Azula, please be ready to greet any and all guests that arrive at the castle, show them to the rooms they may stay in while we fight this war and then show them to the war room, I imagine many of them will have questions”<br><br>Azula smiled and nodded&nbsp; “Of course, Queen Snow... are you alright? You look fatigued”<br><br>Snow White gave the fairy a half smile “I'll be alright... it's just, so much has been happening and then the nightmares... it's just a little difficult to fall asleep these days. I promise, I will try and get some rest tonight”<br><br>The fairy nodded, not thoroughly convinced, a look of concern for the young woman still on her face “I know you are strong, Queen Snow... but you will be of little use to anyone if you are not looking after your health”<br><br>Turning then and leaving the mirror chamber, Azula left the queen standing alone with her throughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>08-06-2018, 15:08:35</strong>
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				<br>[img height=200]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg[img]<br>Character Name/Alias: Kitaka Tori<br>Location: On a Flying Cloud on the Eastern Continent -&gt; Moving through a mirror<br>Current Action(s): Lecturing a demi-god<br>Tagging: Sun Wukong (Juggtacular)<br><br><br>The last time had been somewhat easier. She had flashes of memory from long ago and not so long, a vague and distant memory that kept her feeling a sense of familiarity with her surroundings. It was as though she had covered the ground below half a dozen times despite never having seen it before in her life. She knew every breeze, every wave that leaped up from the choppy seas under her feet and beyond the white reach of the cloud on which she floated. Tendrils of the misty components curled around her bare feet, making her feel disturbingly disconnected from the situation at hand, and yet nothing could have brought her closer. <br><br>"And another thing. If you keep accepting these sorts of things without thinking, you're going to run into a situation in which you find both of us dead an-..." With a frown, she drew up short. Why did it seem like she was constantly lecturing him? He, a man she had never met until an hour past, sniffing around the desert sands where a city had once stood. A moment of vertigo overcame the Kitsune and she found herself staggering sideways a moment, reaching out to grip at his elbow for stability. <br><br>He was the Monkey King of legend, newly emerged from the mountain and having recruited the Kitsune on the sands that obscured the former Arabian market at Agrabah. The city had sunk into the sands when they had refused to swear allegiance to yet another djinn who had demanded total submission. The knights of Agrabah were a proud people and she was not in herself surprised that they had refused the offer. She herself had poked her injured form from the forest only just in time to make the acquaintance of the strange being that had fallen from the sky to giggle madly in front of her.&nbsp; He was convincing in his own right, with a confidence that was both infectious and dangerous, in her estimation. She resented how easily he made her want to follow him. She, the Kitsune who had made a life out of avoiding people of all kinds. They were dangerous and unpredictable and she was nothing if not a creature of monetary value. <br><br>Luckily for her, he was as stalwart as he seemed, though mutable. She managed to catch herself and shake her head, a hand to her temple and eyes squeezed closed. She tried to remember what was fleeing from her recollection with a manic focus. Familiarity, and yet.... And yet they'd only just met. Perhaps this was some magic of the man's inherent nature, though she somehow doubted it. The tales spoke of his influence, but never suggested it was magic. She once again found herself wondering just how much of the old tales were simply warrior's stories, exaggerated over a drink for the sake of listening feminine ears. Hard to say. He did, after all, have a cloud on which he rode. Some things could not be discounted. <br><br>He had offered her a place at his side in Heaven, though she somewhat doubted this was something she truly desired. Sooner or later, her hide would become more valuable without her in it, and she needed to find a way to repopulate the world with Kitsune. It was a troubling prospect, one she wished to put off for as long as she could. A life or... afterlife? In Heaven might get in the way of all of that. It still made her all the more likely to help him, despite her misgivings. <br><br>"If we must sacrifice our safety, we might as well find a way to make it quicker. The longer one is in the open, the more likely caught. I assume, of course, given your many talents that you have a way to... conjure a passage for us? Unless you plan to float us all the way there." She eyed the cloud beneath her feet, still unsure of the stability around her. Everything was eerie. <br><br><em>Kit... What HAVE you gotten yourself into?</em> She asked herself without expecting an answer as she gazed out over troubled sea and the point at which dark clouds gathered on the horizon. "Whatever the case, we ought to be away from here quickly." Her intonation was panicked and serious at once, a terror growing in her soul. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>09-06-2018, 07:21:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent, Desert Region<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Directing an attack<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open</strong></div><br>There was nowhere safe for anyone from Rumple's reach. On or below the waves, on or below the ground, or even in the skies, he had minions and means of finding and mounting an attack on all of them. So when it came to one of the few airborne threats to his regime, it was no trouble at all to send a squadron of winged beasts, already deadly enough on their own, but also carrying passengers for additional firepower: Harpies with deadly talons, ferrying miniature Tengu demons from the farthest side of the Eastern continent opposite the desert region, wielding spears.<br><br>The Monkey King, while not yet known specifically to Rumplestiltskin as a high-level threat, was the target of the minions who spotted the motion of his mystical cloud. Anything not bound to land or sea was to be taken as a 'shoot to kill' target if they weren't confirmed to be an ally of the dark army. Anyone or anything connected to a flying object or wing not flying under the banner of Rumplestiltskin was therefore marked for death simply by displaying its capability to evade normal soldiers. Such power should only belong to the one wielding the power to control the world, and if it did not bend the knee, it did not belong in this world. By not immediately falling before him and surrendering the object or possessor of flight, they forfeited their chance for mercy.<br><br>As such, Kit and Sun were about to find themselves surrounded by murderous claws and pointy sticks, with the sound of high-pitched shrieking and demonic laughter from their Harpy and Tengu assailants. And given that they were airborne, they were subject to attacks from above and below as well. "For the glory of our master!" the Tengu chanted as they prodded the Harpies, whose shoulders they sat upon, to move in to strike.<br><br>Rumplestiltskin watched the event through the eyes of one of them that held back, passively watching while the others attacked in earnest. Remote viewing through the eyes of one he had made a deal with kept it from draining any of his magic reserves since the deal was to keep the recipient safer during battles by being his eyes rather than a sword on the frontline. It didn't guarantee safety, but it was better than the deal the others got for the most part. The minute a flying target was spotted, Rumple was alerted and knew to connect to his spy and observe this execution. He wasn't expecting failure but very few were capable of long-distance flight, so it was worth keeping an eye on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>11-06-2018, 08:12:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/the-demonic-paradise/images/e/ec/Sage_of_Heaven.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20170113001942)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Name: Sun Wukong - The Monkey King<br>Location: Eastern Continent &gt; Mirror Magic<br>Wearing (optional): Phoenix Armor<br>Tagging: Kit, and flying victims<br>Mentioning: Rumplestiltskin<br>Major Action(s) (if applicable; this includes fast-traveling to different locations via mirror): About to play a game</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Sun was reclining against the side of his cloud, eyes closed, one leg folded over the other and bobbing lightly, just like his tail. His cloud was more comfortable than any bed, and it threatened to rock the King to sleep on the way to their destination. He even hummed a little tune that was slowly nodding him to dreams. However, a lovely, if annoyed sounding voice kept him awake. His companion and partner in all things, Kitaka Tori. One of the last of the Kitsune. <br><br>She was lecturing him again for what seemed like the dozenth time...or was it the first? Both maybe? Regardless, each word poured into his ear, and despite seeming to just be listing along, he was paying close attention to her. Without opening his eyes, when her bout of vertigo hit, he held his arm out just in time for her to grab to keep from teetering over. His partner was the cautiousness to his brash, the wisdom to his courage, the yin to his yang and all other manner of north and south comparisons. She was there to think on the things he had no time for, to err on the side of caution while he threw it to the wind. They would make a good team; they always had...would? Other than getting an earful, at the moment the two were heading to meet with the others who would see the Djinn overthrown. <br><br>The fair Queen and others like them who would not allow his evil to infect the world. "Firstly, you know you are always safe by my side. Second. Just as the eyes are portals to the soul, a mirror is our portal to the Queen. I need only conjure one and <em>poof</em>, we'll be whisked away to a beautiful land where a beautiful Queen will tell us to fight a bloody, gruesome war yet die beautiful deaths. I remember the speech well." He seemed to drift away somewhere in thought, then smiled and giggled. "I can't wait to hear it." Finally sitting up fully, Sun pushed his tail beneath him and raised up until he was perched on it completely and it was fully extended beneath him. <br><br>"Fine, fine. Away we will go, my foxy friend." Placing both hands in front of him, Sun touched his thumbs together, and began weaving a spell that would make them a mirror from cloud dew and dust particles. He stopped when he smelled malice in the air, and felt the beat of molting wings. "Before that though, I hope you're ready for a biiiit of a scrap. It seems the Djinn's forces have found us. And now, we must teach them why that was the worst error they could make, hmm? Hahahaha!" Reaching behind his ear, he seemed to pull a tiny toothpick or rod or something from behind it.<br><br>&nbsp;The tiny thing glinted in the sun, and then it's owner flicked it toward the closest Tengu. It seemed like a joke from a creature that couldn't take anything seriously. But the tiny little thing smacked into the Tengu's face, deforming it and crushing the creature's skull. The impact and sudden dead weight of it's rider sent the harpy plummeting down while Sun's staff flew back to his hand. "I know you're watching us, you foul lamp liver! So watch closely and prepare for the day I put you out of everyone's misery." Looking over at Kit, Sun winked before suddenly launching off of the cloud toward another of the harpies. <br><br>Spinning like a top, Jingu Bang grew in size to it's normal staff form and Sun whacked a tengu in the face, then balanced on the harpy below before snapping it's neck with his tail and hurling his staff like a spear at another while jumping back to the cloud. "After this bit of fun, we'll leave. I promise. Do you want to join in? I don't want to be selfish and take them all out myself if you want some." Sun Wukong was many things, but one to leave a friend out of a game? Never.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairy Tale Superheroes: Avengers Grimm (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2018, 17:36:30</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)<br>Character Name/Alias: Kitaka Tori<br>Location: On a Flying Cloud on the Eastern Continent -&gt; Moving through a mirror<br>Current Action(s): Lecturing a demi-god<br>Tagging: Sun Wukong (Juggtacular)<br><br><br>"A bit of...?" Kit caught onto what the Monkey King had said, turning to look around just as the harpies were making their presence known. Kit sighed. <br><br>She'd made her way in the world not by fighting, but instead by running. She often found herself faced with threats, but often found that a simple trick or illusion often helped to distract the threat long enough for her to make a measured escape. Only now, she was sitting on a cloud in the middle of the sky above a vast body of water targeted by things that could fly without said cloud. There was little she was going to be able to manage to do about escaping that wasn't going to put her in the path of equally dangerous threats. <br><br>Kit watched as Wukong leaped in to engage the hideous creatures, all too eager for the confrontation. <em>This isn't my strength.</em> She complained to herself as much because she didn't think he could hear her as that she didn't want him to. <br><br>There wasn't much for it. Without thinking again on it, Kit shrugged out of her clothing, leaving the kimono granted to her by the King to float to the surface of the cloud. She concentrated hard, directing the change so that claws pushed their way out of the tips of her fingers first. She pushed so hard for it that once the change was underway, it still sped along after the claws had grown to their greatest length. Slowly, a tail began to push its way out of her back, separating into three distinct tips. The majority of the creatures were focused on Wukong, as they rightfully should, but it left two of them to face her and another off to one side that seemed to be watching everything. Everything of which was Wukong at the moment. <br><br>With a snarl, Kit lifted her lip and took a running leap towards one of the creatures, destined to land on the animal's back behind the rider. She was a bit heavier than any intention, including the way that the tiny little monster on its back added to the weight. She didn't need long in any case, reaching forward around the original rider to grip at the creature's head. With a quick jerk, she managed to snap its neck and use the last few moments of muscle spasm to keep them aloft until she could jump back towards the cloud. She was unpracticed with these sorts of maneuvers, however, and didn't quite make it back properly to the cloud, slipping and catching herself by the edge and her clawed fingers. <br><br>"Damn it!" She cursed in frustration, the sound mangling slightly as her face became less woman and more fox. Her total body weight began to drop, allowing her to pull herself up more heartily than before, but she panicked as she felt the cloud start to give way under the sharp claws and ineffectual "fingers" of the fox's footpads. A terrifying few seconds of struggle were marked by the screeching and swooping of the flying assailants, driving Kit to haul herself upwards as quickly as possible, as much to escape their attacks as to achieve stability. <br><br>When she finally made it over the edge of the cloud, her limbs were delicate lines of a russet-hued vixen, black-tipped ears twitching and laying back against her volpine skull intermittently. All three of her tails swayed in the wind, keeping her upright and balanced on the moving condensate. She clearly was not going to get anywhere with traditional battle. Her mind whirred quickly. What was she good at? She could come up only with a single frustrating answer. It took her several seconds of watching Wukong's battle before she realized that was the solution. <br><br>What if... would the djinn be able to sense them? Would he rely on sight? Would it be useful to make the attempt? <br><br>"Wukong-sama." Said the fox in her own way, confident the Monkey King would be able to understand that she sought his attention, at the least. She waited until he was watching her and then tested her theory. She created a double of herself, an illusory projection that she then sent tumbling over the side of the cloud and towards the water below. The harpy creature that had been fixated on her chased the image to the surface of the water, where it failed to make a splash when it disappeared. Confused, the thing came buzzing back up to the cloud, momentarily thrown off the chase. So, she could fool them, it would just take more of her energy than she wanted to expend without knowing she had his cooperation. <br><br>If she could make a convincing enough image, she might be able to distract the creatures, send them spiraling towards the surface of the water long enough for Wukong to allow them passage by way of conjuring a mirror. If all worked out properly, the djinn would see them perish in the water while they managed to make their way to the mysterious allies Kit had never met. Was it worth the expenditure? Or would it be better to let Wukong expend some energy first, more helpful than keeping a secret weapon back from the djinn's notice? <br><br>Fox-Kit tilted her head in curiosity at Wukong, waiting to see what he thought. Of course, if he chose to continue the fight, she would at least be able to keep them from swarming him. 
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