[The Banished] Nowhere & Everywhere
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				Title: <strong>[The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>14-04-2019, 06:38:18</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>14-04-2019, 17:36:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> | Enoch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Turbulent, frustrated.<br><hr>Not one or two nor three or four, but five thousand years of service to them. Five long millennia spent hunting their enemies, servicing their proclamations, and dispensing their justice. Five thousand years doing a job that he had never wanted to do in lieu of his passion. And worst of all, he had not been allowed a single word. Not a warning, not chance to understand. He who had given up his life to their whims was cast aside no less forcefully than those that he had been sent after. Now he fell, cast from his home and stripped of the hope to take back those years for himself one day.<br><br>Hatred was a rare felt feeling in Ramzi, one like its opposite and all others he kept at bay to maintain objectivity in his duties. As he fell through the realms however, five thousand years of buried resentment boiled at the surface of his being and festered into a scathing hatred which burned hotter a desert sun.<br><br>As Ramzi plummeted through the sky he contemplated if this was some kind of mercy for all he had done. Certainly the Elysium had phrased it as such, but the pit left in his now mortal soul insisted otherwise. <em>Thud</em>. He crashed into the surface, kicking up a cloud of debris. As the cloud of dust settled around him, he watched as others fell. Those that had been with him. A more calm self would have wondered what they all had in common, but there was no calmness in him. His hands balled and slammed against the rough earth, and he lifted himself to his feet. Crouched his eyes, shot with blood tore into the sky. He looked past the others falling and into the cosmic distance. “<strong>ENOCH!</strong>” He belted, unbridled fury in his voice, “<strong>I WOULD SPEAK WITH YOU. ANSWER ME.</strong>”<br><br>But no answer came.<br><br>Ramzi slumped forward to his knees and pushed his hands effortlessly into the dirt. He pulled up the clumps and crushed it to powder in his palms, then allowed it to slip through his fingers and he watched it pile before him. There were more thoughts than he knew how to process. “<strong>Why…</strong>” He muttered, bitterness dripping from his word. He had done no wrong, of this he was sure. And so he knew his answers must lie with one or more of the others. It was a slow rise to his feet. An even slower pace as he moved toward the descent of the next to land. To the second to arrive, Ramzi offered his hand to help them to their feet. Facts before judgement, he reminded himself, though no mantra brought him true peace in this moment.<br><br>“<strong>We should gather the others,</strong>” He suggested, with hand extended. Piercing blue eyes scanned the individual for a clue as to who they were, or why perhaps they might have suffered this fate. “<strong>Who are you?</strong>” He questioned, doing a mostly poor job of hiding the spite that lingered in his syllables.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>14-04-2019, 20:32:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.channelguidemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Alexa-Bliss-Total-Diva-1030-678x381.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Anybody listening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Earth<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Black sleeveless top, white trim, black pants with white stripes. Sandals. <br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Oddly exuberant <br><hr><br>Anyone she passed, would hear Hermes screaming, screaming loud and long and wildly. Though it wasn't a scream of terror, she'd gotten most of that yelling out of her system in the "courtroom." She was screaming like a wild loon with enjoyment of the sheer thrill of plunging to the earth with no winged sandals (they'd given her boring dumb ones to wear instead. Ugh.) The rush of the air whipped through her hair as she plummeted towards the ground, passing some of the others as she did. Lifetimes of flight prepared her for what was coming next, and so she grinned with anticipation. <br><br>Tucking her body up, she angled herself just so as she approached the ground and barreled forward, bleeding off her momentum before ending in a front spring flip over. She posed at the end with her hands in the air, ever the show off, as if she were posing for an Olympic judge or something. The long divet she'd left in the dirt behind her a trail of her awesomeness. "Yeah...stuck the landing...sweet..."<br><br>She brushed some of the dirt off of her as she shook her head, then frowned. Hermes was more or less all there, at least according to these fleshy hands she had now. They were more or less mortals now from what she heard and that kinda sucked. What REALLY sucked is she took the rap for something she hadn't done. If she was going to get pinched, she'd hoped it would be for one of her more spectacular crimes. Or at least the Noodle Incident. She stopped patting for as second as she reached up and frantically felt her hair, her eyes wide as saucers. She could hear someone shouting off in the distance, so she let them have their turn before she did the same. <br><br>"Hey! You said I could keep my hat! C'mon we made a deal if I went quietly!" she tapped her foot. Impatiently tapped it, to the point where it became a blur in the dirt as it kicked up dust. Finally a shiny blur appeared in the distance. It hurtled at her with the grace of being thrown by someone who just didn't give a crap. A grin split her face as she timed it, then spun her body as it slipped into her fingers, doing a little spin and twirl and slipping the metal cap, with twin wings sprouting out of it, onto her head. She sighed contently. Much better. <br><br>She looked at the figures in the distance, she'd landed a bit away from them, and zipped over. Literally. More or less just appearing behind the fella offering his hand down to someone else, she caught the tail end of the question and stuck out her hand "Hermes..pleased to meetcha..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>14-04-2019, 20:41:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Enoch, Ramzi, Hermes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Pissed, unsurprised. <br><hr><br>When the Platinum Legion came for him, Fen was unsurprised. Oh, there was disappointment. Once again, these people turn their backs on him. There was rage. If he thought it would make a difference he would howl his hatred through the stars and send the very realm itself shuddering, but the simple truth is he wasn't strong enough. Not to take on the entire Legion, not unprepared. That fact alone tastes bitter, and his expression is half-feral rage and half-well hidden fear, the slightest hint of betrayal in his eyes before he masks it. He was not surprised. But he had hoped... <br><br>Giving up his Armament is just the icing on the cake, really. A symbol of his strength, his ability to endure, that he won't let them beat him. But what does it matter? They have all the power. He's resigned as he falls, and if there's a slight prickle at his eyes he blames it on the wind. Cast out. Heh, he always figured they'd just execute him. Gritting his teeth, he forces himself to grin viciously. They will regret not killing him when they had the chance. <br><br>That he falls with others, however, <em>is</em> a surprise. He wonders what they did. Wonders if it matters. He lands but a moment behind the first, grunting and rolling with the force of it. The yelling he could have done without. "Tone it down before you have the mortals breathing down our necks." He grunts, already annoyed and beginning to push himself up. Though considering the time of night and the fact they seem to be in a desert, he isn't sure it would matter. Eyeing the hand offered to him, Fen snorts and swats it away. Standing on his own power he shakes off the dust and dirt like a dog, running a hand through his hair. Looking the man up and down, he raises a brow. "Nice robe." Even Fen couldn't say if it was sarcasm or truth. He's vaguely aware of one of the others arriving and introducing herself, but there's something distracting about the man, something familiar.<br><br>He pauses at the man's face, scratching his chin. He recognizes him from somewhere, but... Blinking, he recognition dawns and Fen throws himself backwards and into a crouch, reaching for his Armament by reflex before he remembers it was stolen. "What the fuck?!" His eyes go back and forth, scanning his surroundings and looking to see if any of the others that fell are threats. "The Arbiter." He grates. Part of him is horrified, another is weirdly, bizarrely pleased. "Did they send you down here to finish the job? What, couldn't stomach killing me themselves?" He spits at Ramzi's feet, sneering. "Come on then." He gestures, growling. <br><br>He might be without his Armament, but he is not without power. Fuck the Elysium, and fuck their rules. Heat <em>pulses</em> from him and his eyes go slitted and yellow, bones cracking and fur rippling down his form. Muscles tear only to reconnect in new places and he grins even as his face elongates, teeth growing sharp and pointed. His clothing vanishes, sinking into his form and his mass explodes outward, form rapidly growing taller and more muscular, claws on his hands and feet bursting into existence with the horrific sound of meat being sliced open. He pants, what felt like an eternity of pain having passed in only a handful of heartbeats. Drool drips from his maw, and he stares at Ramzi. Speaking around the mouthful of teeth is difficult, and when he does it's a guttural, broken sound. <strong>"I will not go quietly."</strong><br><br>His ears twitch, listening for movement from those that fell with them. Hermes at least seems focused on speed, considering she more or less appeared, but the others? He has no idea of their part in this. The only thing he does know is there's no way the Elysium would exile their pet executioner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-04-2019, 22:16:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Anyone, really.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Nervous, confused - help?!<br><hr><i>Why...?</i><br><br>It was one of a million different questions that hadn't stopped playing through her head since they had first come upon her. The <i>Platinum Legion</i> was what they had called themselves. It was enough to stifle the entirety of her father's court into a deafening silence. Even the man himself, the one that had battled her mother so tirelessly for the right to claim her, said nothing. He simply sat back, a grave mask ever plastered to his face as she was torn away in shackles like a dangerous criminal.&nbsp; <br><br>But <i>why?</i><br><br>Clearly there was some sort of mistake, she had cried in alarm. They had to have taken her for someone else. Surely this was just one colossal accident. Whoever they were they simply could not possibly be there for <i>her</i>. It didn't matter. Nothing she said, no amount of begging or pleading changed anything. She was stripped of her belongs, even her treasured heirlooms, and tossed into a cell with little more than a plain frock she was fairly certain had once been white. <br><br>For three days she toiled among her own thoughts in confinement, more concerned with all this uncertainty than her isolation. Isolation she could deal with. Isolation had been her home. Not knowing why something was occurring could drive her bonkers. It was a symptom shown as clearly on her person, riddling her dress with an overgrowth of weeds and poisonous flowers, as it had tainted her own sense of clarity.<br><br>Was with her father's doing? Had he finally grown tired of her antics? Of her attempts to thwart him at every turn? Or perhaps it was an attempt of her mother at reclamation? Neither were fun conclusions in her head, nor were they quite so likely. Why would her father banish her away when his hand never grew tired of striking her? When he seemed so giddy to watch her mother squirm as he held her up and out of her reaches? And if this were an attempt of her mother, it was certainly a strange one. She might have thought her mother grew wise, until she was stripped of an immortality she hadn't exactly been aware she had to begin with, and was sent careening to some unknown land with <i>other people</i>. Neither of which was her mother's M.O. at all. <br><br>"Eeep!" The woman cried when she hit earth as though she'd simply slipped from her feet, rather than falling thousands of feet through the air. Before she could even manage to wiggle her way out of the sandy grave she found herself quickly sinking beneath, she could hear discourse rousing nearby. "A-ah-- H-help!" The girl called with just a touch of alarm. She didn't want to be rude and interrupt them, but to be fair sand was sinking down the sides of the small crater her body had made and currently only flailing limbs and her head were unburied. "If you would, please, that is?" She added, just to be extra polite. Who knew what sort of scallywags she was thrown down here with! She didn't want to gain any undue attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>15-04-2019, 04:47:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/88b07ab227b637470703a7cf81441059/tumblr_pds842HJxK1r09d6po1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanoo-no-Mikoto (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805157#msg14805157)||Niko Uchiha<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Surprisingly not horrible<br><hr><br>He was in the ocean chasing down of of Ryujin's spawn for going all B-Movie monster on the village of Otaru. It was right beside Sapporo where they made that crap beer but come on! It was a fairly large settlement. When Ryujin showed up and ordered him to stop...that's right ordered Susano-o, the master of the ocean. Was he kidding? If there was ever a good reason to throw down that was it.<br><br>Just as he drew his blade to face the large dragon he was 'called' to Takamagahara. OK that may have been a really nice way of saying he was unceremoniously yanked from doing his duty and into a court room with Uptight God Squad. They wouldn't have called themselves that but then again, they just weren't cool or pithy like he was. Before he could speak the metallic mask and shackles happened; head, arms, legs. His blade was taken and they had some farce they called a court. <br><br>He was searching his memory as to what he could have done that would warrant this. They were dicks, with a few notable exceptions. He hadn't messed with anyone in a while so it was really beginning to piss him off. He didn't mind being accused of stuff, especially when he did it--but this was straight up bullshit and he couldn't even call shenanigans.<br><br>He was going to bludgeon them with his shackles. They caught him unprepared but now was different. Now it was his turn. Just let one get near him...and of course this was when they had made some kind of proclamation or pronouncement of guilt and expelled him from Takamagahara. This time didn't feel like the first, this had a sense of permanency to it. The restraints and mask were gone as he was falling and approaching terminal velocity. <br><br>He'd been here before. Angling his body so he passed through a cloud he seized control of the water vapor in it. Not enough for a parachute but he felt he could manage a surfboard. It would allow him to control his fall enough so he didn't just drop like some handsome meteor and bounce. It took a fair bit of concentration to maintain the sheet of water with enough tensile strength to surf through the atmosphere. <br><br>Giving them the finger as he made his way down was just the cherry on the cake. He still nailed the landing...mostly. He lost concentration of his wafer thin watery board and had to roll but he came up standing. Where the fuck was here?<br><br>Looking around there were a few others. Similar fates he presumed from the mostly angry looks. "A wolf...nice!" he says and noticed the pretty redhead asking for help. He could still look regal, even in swimming trunks. Offering Korey his hand to pull her up. "Hi. I'm Susanoo-no-Mikoto...you know what, you can call me Niko." <br><br>He turns to everyone. "So I'm just going to go on a hunch with all the anger, confusion and rage that you also don't an idea of what is going on." he stated. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>15-04-2019, 20:57:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br><strong>?Mood:</strong>Deflated, pensive, <br><hr><br>As distressing (even vexing,) as the developments may be, Adán found the burden of the shackles oddly comforting.&nbsp; &nbsp;They brought back memories of another time,&nbsp; a great time.&nbsp; His nostrils flared en route to his sentencing; for a moment he swore that he smelled the sulfurous smoke of an agitated volcano and the dried blood of past warriors.&nbsp; For a moment life -- or, perhaps his death sentence -- was good.<br><br>Unlike some of his kind, Adán was no stranger to thoughts of his own undoing.&nbsp; Perhaps it came with being revered by a people as a God of birth and death.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps it had something to do with those same people being near-literally wiped off the face of Gaia, most of their treasures turned to crumbling,&nbsp; decaying stone in the wake.&nbsp; The only true slight in the process was the separation of him from his tecpatl, which had not left his side since its' very creation.&nbsp; For a God who had no need for decency,&nbsp; he felt naked without it. <br><br>So Adán came wrapped in the fine linens and merino wool of a suit that had come to symbolize his previous iterations of a death shroud.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were others there,&nbsp; surprising others.&nbsp; &nbsp;He recognized some,&nbsp; but none looked like the type he would conspire with.&nbsp; &nbsp;None he had conspired with. <br><br>Banishment was an unexpected fate,&nbsp; one worse than not existing.&nbsp; &nbsp;It spat in the face of the cycle, it felt like an unnatural prolonging.&nbsp; He fought against it,&nbsp; raged,&nbsp; wishing to be struck down over cast out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ultimately it did no good, and instead he fell. <br><br>And so came to be the sight of a multi-racial-seeming man falling through the sky among his peers,&nbsp; this one dressed for some evening gala.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fearing the pain from collision was beyond him,&nbsp; his curses to his banishers were uttered and lost on the wind.&nbsp; Still, his tan lips continued flapping obscenity until the wind velocity choked and silenced him.<br><br>He fell and <em>was</em>, instead of was no more. <br><br>Adán sighed low and languid,&nbsp; looking around.&nbsp; &nbsp;He saw his fellows, split between believing that they were criminals or simple victims of a colonial-style power grab.&nbsp; There was the wolf seeming to quarrel with whom would seem was a political puppet only now learning his low place.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was the strangely happy runner... the one who embraced water... and, finally,&nbsp; the red- headed girl he had heard of, and that some had ascribed him affinity with.<br><br>So much passion.&nbsp; Adán signed,&nbsp; struggling to find the spark that alit many around him.&nbsp; He found nothing, sinking back into the sands,&nbsp; dark hair being stained by the dirty particles.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You all make peculiar crypt-mates," he finally mused for any to hear.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Given that the one most likely to know whether there is a road home is your target,&nbsp; wolf,&nbsp; perhaps you should delay that fight."&nbsp; Home.&nbsp; It was a funny word, one Adán couldn't help but chuckle using.&nbsp; His home always felt like a time rather than a place, and that time had past quite long ago.&nbsp; Still, if he had any home at all, it was with his tecpatl, which was now presumebly being soiled by the hands of the ignorant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>16-04-2019, 14:37:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Fen | Korey, Niko, Hermes, Adan, Enoch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Pushed back to calm.<br><hr>The circumstance should have been enough to clue him in that kindnesses would go ignored, but according to the records the wolf of the end didn’t need circumstances to ignore such things. Then the records rarely told whole truths, only facts removed from context. Ramzi relied on them very little. So when the sway of his hand came, it merely fell to his side. The still bubbling frustration made the slender fingers twitch but ultimately go still. He had turned his attention to the landing of others, content to dismiss the action as nothing more circumstance. In the face of banishment he expected many things from the five that had come with him, but flamboyance was not among them and yet here were two that seemed to mistake this situation for light.<br><br>One among them had been pushed into the earth and looked for help, and Ramzi would have obliged, despite the hand that was already extended to her. It did her little good if she couldn’t reach, now did it? He was one full step toward her when his title - his once title - was spit with anger and a challenge laid. Ramzi turned on that extended foot to put one more step between them and eyed the man who changed to beast. Yes, this one he had heard of. There was always a fear among his peers that the rabid wolf would need to be contained, and no doubt he would qualify as a ‘special’ project that would be assigned to Ramzi. But the arbiter found no pleasure in his task, only duty. There was no desire to test himself against the beast. If anything the challenge was one that did Ramzi a favor, by steeling him against his wayward thoughts and anger. There was no place for that emotion in battle, and despite his own lack of desire he could not account for Fenrir.<br><br>“<strong>You are mistaken, great wolf.</strong>” Ramzi spoke. He met the terrifying gaze of the man-beast with unshakeable resolve. “<strong>I am both prisoner and outcast as well.</strong>” His words were true, but his mind toyed with how to confront the beast without his mask. No jars to strip him of his powers, an unfortunate loss against this opponent in general. “<strong>We have no quarrel, not with each other. For five-thousand years, I was called Arbiter. Now, as it is, I am merely Ramzi. Your sentence is mine.</strong>”<br><br>The others he had remained only vaguely aware of. Enough that if they also moved against him he would not be blindsided, but his challenger demanded too much caution to give much more than that. Yet a voice spoke that Fen should abandon his fight, but only for the reason that Ramzi might know what was going on, or how to fix it. Words that burned into his mind and gave him the realization, that no matter the fact he was outcast with these people, his tethers to the Elysium would do him no favors here. He started against them merely because of what he had done to serve them, and to join them he would need to work harder than any of them. He had not been cast out <em>with</em> them, but rather <em>aside</em> them. “<strong>Regardless of what was before, we are here together, and our oppressors are the same. Blood will not solve these issues.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>19-04-2019, 21:57:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> The Group<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Contemplative but mostly pissed<br><hr><br>He is peripherally aware of everything going on around him. While at one point he might have tried to save the red-haired woman or at least introduced himself, he has far bigger concerns. His ears twitch and the conversation--such as it is--passing between others that Fell at least him convinces him they aren't a threat for now. Could they truly be in the same situation he is? If so, why? The physical ache of the fall is easy to ignore even as it heals, but the fact that once again he has been turned on by his fellows, once again he has been deemed a threat... It makes him want to howl, to rage, to tear the realms apart. <br><br>Instead he is here. On Gaia. Lost, but not so much alone. Words come and go while he stands, clenching and unclenching his claws. Should he, shouldn't he? It is clear Ramzi cannot be trusted. Even if, for some Elysium-forsaken reason, the rest of them were framed, banished together... The Arbiter? No. Fen will not turn his back, will not bow his head. He will not submit to death. <br><br>And yet, there is some sense. If he should wish to get home, perhaps The Arbiter is the one to best know how. Fen's powers are not focused on walking the planes, but one of the others... His eyes dart side to side, rapidly calculating whether it's worth it, whether they can be trusted. He doesn't like it. This whole situation smells foul.<br><br>'Great Wolf', The Arbiter says. He bares his teeth. <strong>"Am I supposed to be grateful for your flattery?"</strong> Prisoner, outcast... such terms mean little when spoken by one such as he. <strong>"Funny, is it not, that of all of us here <em>you</em> have the most immortal blood on your hands."</strong> A guess, but likely not a bad one considering the man's position. <strong>"Yet <em>you</em> they laud! <em>You</em> they shower with glory!"</strong> Fen grows, stalking closer and beginning to circle the man, as much for intimidation as to try to get as many of the others in view as he can. He refuses to consider the fact he might be, what, envious? Bitter? Heh, that last is certainly accurate, and the very fact just pisses him off further. Why should he care what they think? Why should it matter? To be cast out... even before, they had merely bound him. The only thing he should feel is hate.<br><br><strong>"And now you claim to be one of us?"</strong> Shaking his head, drool drips to the ground. <strong>"Blood may not solve anything,"</strong> He begins, crouching down and pressing into the sand and dirt. <strong>"but it will sure as fuck make me feel better!"</strong> He finishes with a shout, launching himself forward and at the man, a howl almost painfully torn from his maw echoing through the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 22:53:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Anyone, really.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Curious, intrigued. <br><hr>Long drooping tails of tiny, bunched red flowers began to sprout along the crown of the crimson haired one's head as the sand settled just below her lips. Her upturned hands and feet wiggled from where they remained above her shallow grave, but gave her little room or ability to reach for the hand offered to her. For a moment she thought to panic. Her bright eyes even widened back at the oriental man briefly before she caught herself. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Niko. I would shake your hand but I appear to be in a bit of a pickle." She somehow managed to laugh it off, joking even while clearly uncomfortable. <br><br>"Could you perhaps pull me out? I don't think I can reach your hand." She added with a timid smile tinged by the embarrassing pink of her pallid cheeks. Korey hated to be in such a compromising position, especially while such a ruckus was going on just out of her periphery. The girl could not see what was going on just beyond her own personal sand dune, but she could hear something fierce. Perhaps one of the Elysian beasts managed to fall with them? Were the others duking it out with a ferocious chimera while she lay idly, and or no real use? <br><br>"What's happening?" The woman wriggled beneath the sand, vines writhing to life from her wrists to grasp for a hold in the sand at little avail. It was only a moment later before they seemed to wrap around Susano, himself, and use him as a tether to start dragging herself to freedom. "What is it?" She blinked as she tried to peer around the man towards the vicious growls and snarls, doing anything she could to catch a glance of what sort of amazing creature they might have to make battle with. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>21-04-2019, 13:56:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Fen | Korey, Niko, Hermes, Adan, Enoch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Calm under pressure<br><hr>Fen’s words mirrored his own realizations and thus brought them to objective confirmation. Ramzi never considered the blood on his hands, not before, not during, and certainly not now. “<strong>I have no remorse for my actions taken in service to our home. Certainly, I was the blade that carried out the action and became bloodied. But never was I the hand that swung the blade. My hands may be stained, but my soul is as unsullied as the day I was conscripted.</strong>” But there was no reasoning with the beast, he had made up his mind. Each word, however, convinced Ramzi that it wasn’t hatred that pushed Fen forward but…<em>envy</em>? Such a primitive emotion. <br><br>The heat of combat did nothing to shake Ramzi’s resolve. Here he had stood a thousand thousand times. The moments seemed to unfold in slow motion, as Ramzi’s experience told him what to watch for. He had no doubt that Fen was the stronger of the two of them, but how often had that been the case? “<strong>I am not like your enemies of old, wolf.</strong>” Ramzi spoke. His feet slid to adjust his stance, one to brace. His right hand curled into claws and then balled into a fist. He waited for the moments just before impact before sending his right hook forward and meeting Fen’s attack. “<strong>Against me, your strength betrays you.</strong>” He finished just before impact.<br><br>For those around, a flicker of pure black energy wisped around his right arm. Only for a moment, and quickly it discharged to the point of impact.<br><br>But for Fen, he would see the truth of Ammit. As the fist collided with the wolf, for Fen, Ramzi took a new form. For a moment he was a great and terrible creature, perhaps not unlike Fen himself. Inky blackness engulfed him, and in that moment he was a demon of another world. The strength of the lunge was sapped and pulled into that darkness before all of the darkness collapsed into a single point and reflected at the site of his fist. Ramzi added little of his own energy, true to his statement of no quarrel. He wished only to repel Fen. With the force turned against him, and Ramzi’s own natural strength added in for good measure, it was enough to thrust the wolf back. The curve of the punch sending the creature spiraling through the air, accidentally, toward Adan.<br><br>“<strong>You will not defeat me alone, great wolf. Your energy is wasted on me, I am not your enemy. If blood will truly make you feel better, so be it.</strong>” Ramzi lifted his left arm and brought it to his lips. Without hesitation, he sank his teeth into his own flesh until blood swelled around his lips. When he pulled back, he spat his own blood onto the ground. His arm fell again to his side, and the blood stained the side of his robe as it flowed freely down his hands, and quickly began dripping from his fingers. “<strong>There. Blood now stains the sand. For now, you may be content.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>21-04-2019, 16:56:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br><strong>?Mood:</strong>Isolated<br><hr><br>Adán felt his head swimming once more with that single word:&nbsp; Banished.&nbsp; Not death, not peace in returning to the cycle.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even as he bore witness to the passion that the wolf continued to display in the face of his words, Adan felt his full body sink into the sand more.&nbsp; The sand spilled over the merino of his suit, his eyes fluttering closed for a second.<br><br>Finally with a languid sigh he murmured, oblivious to the extra sights that Fenrir had seen.&nbsp; “Though I trust him no more than you, wolf, he does speak the truth there.&nbsp; You would think that they would simply give you another chain to gnaw through, struggle against, and overcome?&nbsp; Whoever is responsible <br>for this is no fool, they would not imprison you in a cell that you have already proven that you hold the key for.”<br><br>Adán finally gave a heavy grunt as he moved to pull himself upright, hands swimming through the textured, unsteady ground.&nbsp; The blood upon Ramzi’s mouth and arm gave him a moment’s of attention.&nbsp; Broken flesh was something that he knew well enough, respected… revered, truthfully, as much as an <br>Elysium-borne could revere.<br><br>With dark eyes he finally glanced around upright, letting the particles of dirt fall from his hair.&nbsp; He looked between the strange group again.&nbsp; “What say you – any of you?&nbsp; Is anyone so brave enough to speak up and say if they know something?&nbsp; One or more could be truly guilty of a crime, no doubt; or we could have all been but pawns.”<br><br>Did it even matter?&nbsp; Adán wasn’t sure.&nbsp; Unlike some of his company he seemed to feel neither vengeance nor excitement for some horrid adventure thrust upon them.&nbsp; He just wanted be back, or as a consolation to be nothing at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>21-04-2019, 19:34:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3f/8d/85/3f8d85664238269fa8794bd82f784c5e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanoo-no-Mikoto (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805157#msg14805157)||Niko Uchiha<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Korey, Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Curious/This may not be so bad<br><hr><br>It was a curious vision to watch the flowers sprout along the beautiful redhead. From the look she gave him, apparently he had startled her. But then she calmed herself and even managed a smile. He too was a inclined towards agriculture but not on this level. He discovered new seeds and worked out things like crop rotation; the crimson haired one was truly talented.<br><br><strong>{Korey}</strong> "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Niko. I would shake your hand but I appear to be in a bit of a pickle."<br><br>Niko grinned as he studied her predicament for a moment and worked out how to extricate her from the problem she dilemma was currently in. "It's just Niko. No need to get so formal." he said.&nbsp; When planning to free a woman it was best to make sure you didn't injure her in the process.<br><br><strong>{Korey}</strong> "Could you perhaps pull me out? I don't think I can reach your hand."<br><br>He tipped his head to her question giving her a positive nod. "I think I have a plan that will work." He stepped forward and placed a foot on&nbsp; either side of her hips and then bent down to captured her wrists. Niko ignored what was brewing between Ramzi and Fenris right now. Those were just nerves being worked out, better now so they could get it out of their systems. Then they could properly plan and assess their situation.<br><br><strong>{Korey}</strong>"What's happening?" "What is it?"<br>Glancing over his shoulder. "It looks like the wolf, I haven't gotten his name yet...is a little tense or irate from being banished and needs to work through that. The bald fellow is trying to dilute the wolf's rage. I think they made introductions before we landed. We'll have to go through that again." <br><br>Niko bent at the knees, straddling her and leaned in so their faces were close for a second. "This should only take a moment." he assured her as he lifted her hands from the ground, over his head then stood up. Of course this left her dangling against his body. Placing her down so her feet touched the sand he grinned as he let her hands go. "There we go. Free at last."<br><br>Niko used the thumb of his right hand to remove the sand that was still just under her lips. "There perfect...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>22-04-2019, 03:05:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.channelguidemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Alexa-Bliss-Total-Diva-1030-678x381.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ramsey Kori Fen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Earth<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Black sleeveless top, white trim, black pants with white stripes. Sandals. <br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Exasperated. Curious. A little hungry. <br><hr><br>Hermes watched the two men, gods, whatever you wanted to call them posture. If she'd wanted to see a lot of puffed up He-Men posing at each other she would've stayed in her home dimension. Oh wait, it wasn't like she'd had much of a choice in coming here. Still, she watched them each do their thing. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy physical expressions of violence and such, just was now really the time?&nbsp; She shook her head, a few bits of dust and dirt flicking off, as well as one rather frightened bug. It skittered away, even as she sighed and took off her hat for a moment. <br><br>"Cheese and crackers fellas, if you think'll help I might have a tape measure in here somewhere if you wanna just measure em' and get it over with?" flipping her hat over, she stuck her hand into it, then her arm. Grunting a little as her hand bounced off something, before she sighed and pushed her hand back in. She'd tried to access her divine storehouse, and as they said they'd cut off her access to it. Just the mundane section then. <br><br>Her hand came back out, without tape measure, and she wiggled the hat back into place before her brow furrowed and she zipped along the dirt again. It left a small cloud of dust in her wake as she examined the other woman with a tilted head. Her hands moved quickly, brushing dirt this way and that off the red head&nbsp; and smiled brightly. "Oh thank Cronus, I thought I was going to drown in testosterone here. Nice to see ano....hey don't I know you? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>22-04-2019, 21:10:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> The Group | The Arbiter, Adan, Hermes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Even he's not really sure<br><hr><br>Truthfully, if pressed and perhaps only to himself, he had not expected the attack to land. This was <em>The Arbiter</em>. He had expected a counter and a fist through his chest, and a small dark part of Fen was okay with that. But if he was going to die, he was going to do it biting for the throat. So as darkness enveloped him, he found himself thinking <em>'This is it'</em>, and couldn't even find it in himself to be afraid. Just tired. <br><br>Then of course he's blasted back, vision of another creature vanishing just as swiftly as it came. Fen is sent tumbling, sprawling in the sand and knocking into one of the others in the process. He shakes his head, sand and dirt being thrown from his pelt and all over the suit of the person he had almost landed on. He huffs, winded but not particularly harmed. Digging his claws in the ground, he's visibly debating the wisdom of another attack before he growls and stands, skin rippling, fur vanishing, and bones cracking back into place as he does. By the time he fully rises he's once more 'himself', and he spits to the ground again, wiping his chin and leaving sand behind with a grimace. "Do you even hear yourself? Fuck. You've clearly spent too long with the other robed assholes." The Elysium, he means, and his tone says all it needs to about what he thinks of <em>them</em>.<br><br>The blood gesture calms him, somewhat. As ridiculous as they can be, rituals are a part of their life. He knows an offering when he sees one, much as he was never a major focus of worship as Fenrir, not compared to others. Though it is less the Arbiter's words or actions and more those of the man he had half-run over that see him settled. The talk of chains has him tilting his head to look at the man, a mix of wariness and anger and confusion running through his mind. "You know me?" It is perhaps not unusual for someone to recognize him, if they were around or not on Gaia during that particular time period. But few it seems are they that would speak it. <br><br>Snorting at the man's words, he reaches a hand down to pull him up. "Who are you, then, dressed so prettily?" There's a grin that feels forced across his lips, and he's almost blatantly ignoring The Arbiter, but maybe this is better. He needs... just a moment to think. A grin that sadly fades to a sneer at the discussion of bravery and guilt. "If you know me, then you know my supposed <em>crimes</em>. Heh, I suppose that would be enough for them if they finally found an excuse to do it. As soon as I get my Armament back..." He trails off with a low growl, nails digging into his hands until blood wells only to heal over almost immediately. <br><br>Sighing, he forces a hand through his hair and dislodges more sand. "Right. Who the fuck are the rest of you?" He looks around, keeping The Arbiter only in the corner of his vision. He's tense, still wary, still... something. But evidently, they're all equally fucked. "I'm Fen." He pauses, clarifying after a moment. "Fenris. Monster of the River Van. Fame-Wolf. He Who Dwells In The Marshes. Yadda yadda." Fen gestures irritably, hands going to his hips and seemingly unable to keep still as he looks pointedly at the rest of the 'group'.<br><br>A glance at the flighty one has him remembering her comment of earlier, and he allows himself to smirk and grab his crotch crudely. "And please, like there's any question <em>there</em>." He points at himself, expression becoming a little more natural and at ease once off of more serious topics. "Giant wolf. Trust me, <em>everything</em> is proportional." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>23-04-2019, 04:43:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Flustered, distracted, playing pretend<br><hr>Oh. My. <i>God</i>. No more than two minutes without some form of supervision and she's already being straddled by a stranger. But the real kicker that put the cherry on her sundae was the fact his face was so close to hers that she could feel his breath tickling her cheek. Well this certainly wasn't how she envisioned this going, and that was as apparent as the crimson hair on the top of her head - which her face now matched. Even her ears were tinged with pink as she was plucked from the ground like a carrot and dangled from his grasp like a small child. "Oh, well... I, uh... Th-thank you." She stammered, even as she could hear her mother's voice chastising her in the back of her head. <br><br>There was very little grace in the way that Korey landed on her feet, and her knees wobbled beneath her as she attempted to balance herself on unfamiliar land. Truth be told, Korey had never stepped foot on such a long expanse of infertile land. It almost pained her just to exist among such little plant life, and although some did exist, it was so minimal and scattered that it felt fleeting in comparison to the grand gardens she cultivated and called home within Elysium. <br><br>"Korey." The woman introduced herself absentmindedly, tucking her arms about herself with a shiver. It was at least 100 degrees among those dunes and somehow she felt chilled. "My apologies. I don't mean to brush you aside. This place is just..." She paused, peering across the rolling sands littered by rock, shrub and cacti. It felt so desolate. "...distracted." She finished when her gaze fell on the feuding trio - or more so the massive wolfman to be exact. <br><br>Korey perks instantly, glancing between the drooling, angry beast and the one he seems to be battling with quiet intrigue. "Hróðvitnir...?" The inquisitive word escapes on a breath, barely above a whisper. Strange that among all those present, he is the first she recognizes. Not that they have met, nor that she is completely certain he and this famed-wolf are the same - but he does match that illustrious illustration so closely, doesn't he? The redhead pauses, studying the wolf carefully as she mulls it over. Could it really be him? And if so, who was the other? Why were they fighting? Should she try to intervene? Should she even stop this at all? <br><br>Korey had resigned herself to watch things play out. To stand aside and see how things devolved first, but then the mystery man sinks his teeth within his own flesh and her jaw nearly drops to her feet. Well if that wasn't a clear and open sign that he was worthy of intervention, she didn't know what was. Luckily, the wolf seemed to view it in the same light as she. <br><br><i>Hey, don't I know you?</i><br><br>Korey blinked, surprised to find herself presented with yet another familiar face. Except this one she knew a bit more personally. "Hermes!" What a pleasant surprise. Hermes was practically her drug dealer when she was staying with her father. The flighty woman seemed to always come with something interesting in hand. It was no wonder her father liked her. He did enjoy his trinkets, after all. Korey did as well. "It's so good to see you!" She exclaimed, pulling the blonde into a wholehearted, fully body hug. However, as she pulled back her smile was replaced with a frown. "But terrible that you're here. What happened?" <br><br><em>What say you – any of you? </em> The last of the group captured Korey's attention, forcing her to mull it over once again. If the wolf was who she thought he was, she wouldn't be surprised by his tossing. Hermes... She was always a bit mischievous. She flirted with danger often enough from what she could tell. Perhaps she stole from someone she shouldn't have? Who knows. The 'arbiter' as the wolf referred to him, could simply be a political scapegoat. She had no idea about Niko - who was both helpful and unfamiliar with personal space boundaries. And the last of their group, the man smartly dressed, was a complete mystery to her. <br><br>It seemed like they had already begun to establish some sort of pecking order, and as her father taught her, she wasn't exactly keen on being at the very bottom of the barrel. "I am fairly certain I was tossed out to free up a significant amount of real estate." She lied, taking up her mother's deeds for her own. "I have been keeping a significant amount of land to myself for a while now, and let's just say there have been more than a few that have disappeared within my territory for trespassing." She shrugged, passing Hermes a brief glance in hopes she didn't oust her for being the wettest noodle of all the realm. She really didn't need all these scary looking men to think she was a powder-puff! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>25-04-2019, 19:55:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.channelguidemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Alexa-Bliss-Total-Diva-1030-678x381.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kori <br><strong>Location:</strong> Earth<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Black sleeveless top, white trim, black pants with white stripes. Sandals. <br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Exasperated. Curious. A little hungry. <br><hr><br>Hermes made a little squeaking noise as the excitable wall flower pulled her in for a hug. But she smiled and molded herself up against the hug nicely, and maybe even snuck a little pinch of Korey's bum for a moment. To say she'd had a few troubles remembering what exactly she smuggled one person or another at one time, would be like saying most mortals had trouble remembering every step they'd ever took. There were a LOT. Still, she racked her brain and remembered that dour little place she had to visit and then smiled a little more. <br><br>"I dunno, I just woke up and those jackbooted thugs came and picked me up. We had a talking too with the big wigs, all suuuuuuuper mysterious and stuff, and then...well...here I am. I mean, really...who'd want to get rid of little ol' me?" She smiled that smile that made you believe that everything was super awesome and everything was going to be ok. Of course, she had any number of schemes and plots in the pot that were now going to go off the rails, or that she probably was pinched for, but that was life. <br><br>Shimmying around, she caught the puppy's comment, even as she rested her head on Korey's shoulder and stuck her tongue out at the hyper aggressive one. Life never seemed to have too many troubles when there was someone you knew around. Besides, she could always just take off, she doubted anyone of these slowpokes would catch her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>26-04-2019, 07:45:50</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br><strong>?Mood:</strong>Isolated<br><hr><br>Despite his well-groomed tendencies, Adán seemed to be somewhat unmoved by the fighting around him.&nbsp; Though he did not escape a good chunk of sand --- and perhaps a stray bit of wolf dander – thrown into his person, he simply flinched and began languidly wiping himself off.&nbsp; He’d certainly been stained with worse (or was that much, much better?)<br><br>“Adán,” he answered to Fen’s question, the slightest smile upon his lips.&nbsp; It was difficult to not, really, when someone who had proven to already cause quite the commotion in front of authority seemed surprised by the their own notability… or infamy, as it were.<br>“Though that name is one far younger than my large time spent with the children of Gaia.&nbsp; I was known as Xipo Totec, God of the Red Smoking Mirror.&nbsp; Brother to Tezcatlipoca, Huizilopochtli and Quetzalcoatl.” &nbsp;The man paused at that, his expression finally finding a note sourer than one brought about naturally by banishment.&nbsp; His siblings did not always approve of his surrender to progression.<br><br>“… I have heard rumors that they even have moving pictures, entertainment, where I’m said to still be represented in some fashion.&nbsp; It’s something.” &nbsp; &nbsp;Adán had never seen this ‘Hellraiser’ series, nor even particularly knew what it was about.&nbsp; Still, he had faith that knowing the character was written to be his latest reincarnation must be something.&nbsp; Perhaps some still chose to view the picture on holy days thinking of him?&nbsp; Were there temples and houses of worship that had begun to show it?&nbsp; He knew it was wishful thinking, yet still.&nbsp; It was a wishful thinking that comforted, particularly without his armament.<br><br>“I… yes, I myself would say that I could not remember the last time I was without my tecpatl against me, but that would be a lie.&nbsp; The last day I did not have it was the day before it existed.”&nbsp; At that he cast a&nbsp; glance downward, as if expecting to see it somewhere manifest across the luxury fabrics on his chest.&nbsp; It did not.<br><br>His attention strayed, moving between each of them and hearing what introductions and thoughts that&nbsp; they offered.&nbsp; At the responses he frowned slightly, “Are we to believe that they chose to throw us all out together for individual crimes.&nbsp; I myself came to the conclusion it was conspiracy whether real, or imagined.”<br><br>He paused, glancing between Fen and&nbsp; Ramzi, once Arbiter.&nbsp; Those two seemed like quite unlikely bedfellows for a plot.&nbsp; Korey and Niko seemed much more likely a pairing given their physical entanglements, but the kind of activities they seemed on the verge of weren’t exactly political treason.&nbsp; Well, by&nbsp; Adán’s standards anyway.&nbsp; There were some in Elysium… <br><br>That left Hermes, though unless she was being particularly opaque, she didn’t quite seem the type to both orchestrate and fail at a machination so poorly that she could drag five unknowing rubes down – literally <em>down</em> – with her.<br><br>“… the idea that I just ended up falsely associated with you all is looking less and less likely though.”&nbsp; Adán muttered under his breath, shrugging.&nbsp; It was not intended as insult, only truth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>26-04-2019, 08:33:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/88b07ab227b637470703a7cf81441059/tumblr_pds842HJxK1r09d6po1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanoo-no-Mikoto (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805157#msg14805157)||Niko Uchiha<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>?Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Curious<br><hr><br>He watched her skin nearly match the hues of her locks and nearly crumple to the ground when he set her down. Not his finest showing, he'd embarrassed her. He'd meant for that to be a lot more smooth than it turned out. Still, he'd learned a very long time ago, people don't get what they deserve. They get what they get.<br><br><strong>{Korey}</strong>"Oh, well... I, uh... Th-thank you." "Korey."<br><br>They were in a dessert in the middle of day and she seemed to be shivering. He gave her an easy smile. "Any decent person would have offered assistance to a lady." he stated and tilted his head to her. "You're welcome Korey." he said in his deep voice that nearly rolled with thunder. "I'd offer you a jacket but they captured me while I was swimming." he apologized. Just because he wasn't an extremist politically correct, stick surgically placed up their ass, celestial didn't mean he didn't have manners. He just chose not to use them at times.<br><br>Niko wasn't happy about that. Normally he'd have his blade, Leaf Cutter, with him but he wanted to challenge himself and went out with a dagger. Normally, he'd look a lot more dignified but he was hauled up like some fish in a net and cast aside. Life was what it was and he is a survivor.<br><br><strong>{Korey}</strong>"My apologies. I don't mean to brush you aside. This place is just..." "...distracted."<br><br>He nodded to her apology. A lot of people didn't like him for his directness, at least she was nice enough. As any good soldier, Niko had excellent situational awareness. The struggle between the wolf and the bald fellow seemed to have dissipated to the point of holding conversation. "It's fine." he said in understanding. "We've all had a bit of a bad day. I'm sure we'll all get to know each other." he noted figuring that being cast out was only the first step or phase to whatever was in store for them.<br><br>Watching Korey and Hermes hug it didn't take a genius to figure out they knew each other. Between that and Fen's introduction and non humble brag of a dick joke it was time to start talking. Adán started first with his titles and lineage. This was beginning to feel like a dog show.<br><br>"Who the fuck am I. Good question Fen. Technically I'm Susanoo-no-Mikoto but now I'm going by Niko Uchiha...Niko's good enough. I hail from Japan. If you want some long-assed list of titles I suppose I could supply them but I'm more of a 'show' instead of 'tell' sort of guy."<br><br>"It does strike me that we may want to find some kind of shelter to do the rest of the introductions. You know...expelling all of us suddenly from our realms into this place may just be part one of what someone is planning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 03:40:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Calm, <br><hr>Lewd.<br><br>A single word thought, dismissed as quickly as it arrived. He watched Fen grab himself and boast. As if he would dignify the ‘opportunity’ with a response. The other questions seemed much more pressing. Any clues as to what they had done. That was a question where perhaps he had an advantage. He <em>was</em> innocent in the most absolute sense. While any of the others could individually have reasons for banishment, his inclusion in this group outcasting shed <em>serious</em> doubt on its legitimacy in any case. He had done no wrong, let alone conspired to do any with anyone. “<strong>Pawns.</strong>” Ramzi offered up. He looked to the blood slowly pooling in the sand. “<strong>My very being here casts a veil of doubt over the decisions that have been made. I suspect then that we will find no mastermind here among us, no individual who has done anything that warrants what has happened.</strong>”<br><br>Korey’s explanation seemed unlikely. No, impossible. No amount of real estate would lead to banishment, at least not something so official as to come directly from the Elysium. His eyes narrowed on her for only the smallest of seconds as he considered what she would gain by deception. Stature among them, maybe. “<strong>If we can accept that as a truth, then we should also accept that our only allies stand here among us. It would be wise to remember that we are each connected by the threads of a web, even if it is invisible to us. Treason is not met with banishment. What we have been accused of does not match the punishment we have been given.</strong>”<br><br>Ramzi strode across the dirt a few paces toward Korey and Niko. “<strong>I doubt shelter is our most pressing concern. The threats of Gaia are limited, and rarely a threat to us. Besides, this is not our world. We must be cautious while we walk in it. I am not the only being who hunts those who cause disruption in the cosmos.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 08:12:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> The Group&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Confused<br><hr><br>Fen's eyes narrow slightly on the redhead, having thought he heard... But no, no one has called him that in years, decades, centuries. What reason would some slip of a girl have to know him? He certainly doesn't recognize her, nor her name. <em>'What kind of name is 'Korey', anyway?'</em>, he gripes mentally. It certainly doesn't do him any favors recognizing her, not knowing any of her titles or who she is--was--to the Gaians. "Yeah well, as far as I know the Elysium aren't liable to banish people over real estate." The wolf deadpans, turning his head with an aborted eye-roll. "Doesn't really line up with, y'know, fearing I'll eat the realms." He gestures lazily, a negligent gesture showing what he thinks of that. If there's a hint of bitterness in his voice, his expression says not to mention it. <br><br>That the flighty one and the redhead are acquainted is interesting, but it's like he's trying to fit broken pieces of glass together. Even if he has all the pieces, the shape eludes him. He always did hate puzzles. He commits names to memory, grinning at Hermes. Maybe she's not too bad. "That's what I'm talking about. Look at me. Who'd want to get rid of this?" He waves a hand at himself, smirking, but even then there's something... almost sarcastic about it, something too sharp, edging close to self-loathing. He knows Hermes' type. Recognizes bits of himself in her, one troublemaker to another. <br><br>"Adan." Fen tries, no doubt mangling the way it's said. He gives the man a nod, thankful that at least someone was willing to trade titles for titles. Not that it particularly helps. Fen's habit of sticking to himself coming back to bite him, he figures, because fuck if he knows jack all about whatever the hell Adan just said. "Wait, back up a minute. Moving pictures?" He asks, incredulous. Who the fuck calls them that? "...When was the last time you were on Gaia?" He wonders aloud, almost cautious because seriously what the fuck. He <em>is</em> curious, though. "Any idea what they're called?" <br><br>The man's glance down pulls a frown of sympathy from Fen, knowing he himself feels naked without his Armament. The comforting weight missing just serves to piss him off more, though perhaps thankfully not at any of the people near him. <br><br>Shaking his head, they're getting off topic. "Right... conspiracy. Great." The wolf agrees, voice as dry as the desert they find themselves in. Snorting, he spreads his arms. "You're not wrong. None of us seem to match." He pulls at his hair, frustrated. "Is there <em>any</em> pattern to this bullshit?" Susanoo-no-Mikoto's introduction has Fen grinning again, never one to let the opportunity to make a smart comment go. "Niko, then." The wolf waggles his eyebrows suggestively. "I'm sure there's all <em>sorts</em> of things you could show me." Not that a fair bit of it wasn't already on display, considering the man's so-called outfit. <br><br>The Arbiter finally deigning to talk again puts a sour note back in the whole conversation, and he can't quite help the way he stiffens. Unfortunately, the bastard has a point. If he's not here to kill them... then what? Spy on them? But why be so obvious about it? He's getting a headache and he bares his teeth, steadily working back to annoyance. "If the fuckers finally had something on me to execute me for treason, they'd have taken it. And I'd have taken their heads for trying." He grunts, but it's clear he's at least listening. <br><br>"Yeah, speaking of. Anyone have any clue where in Gaia we are?" Fen is more the city type, and this isn't anything like what he's used to when he visits. That other things might be coming to hunt them is something he tries to ignore. One problem at a time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 09:40:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Flustered, distracted, playing pretend<br><hr>Why on earth they instantly clung to the real estate factor of her claim and not the latter part mentioning <i>missing people</i> was beyond her, but it was becoming quickly clear that these men fancied themselves gods. <i>Typical</i>. They boasted like Vikings, beating their chests and singing their own songs like it was meant to impress some great chieftain, or perhaps rally a population of hardened warriors into battle. Well, they certainly weren't at war -- not yet at least -- so she could only assume they were trying to impress someone. <br><br>Fen, at the very least, was definitely putting on airs. His lewd gesture and self-indulgent back patting was the obvious markers of someone with low self-esteem. He wanted to make those around him uncomfortable at the very least, and completely intimidated at worst. Considering the rather pronounced blush she tried to hide against Hermes' golden locks, he could consider his mission accomplished.<br><br>Korey took a moment to clear her throat, more than content to have her friend lean against her. Solidarity bred confidence, and in this case allowed the petite redhead to feel less subdued and awkward. "I appreciate the sentiment." She offered Niko with a small smile in return for his non-existent coat. After all, when it came to gifts it was the thought that counted the most, right? Well, it counted in this case at least. Niko had to be the most unfortunate of them all, being in his smallclothes and all. "I will help you stave off the sun in a moment." She added only to leave the bolstering presence of her sister in arms and boldly approach the feuding pair instead. <br><br>Some things just logically came before others. <br><br>"May I see your hand, please?" The girl supplicated the bleeding one as she came to a stand before him and offered her own hand, palm up, in return. "Whatever we have in store for us, it will do us no good if one of us is suffering from blood loss <i>and</i> heatstroke." She nodded dutifully despite the levity that toyed at the fringes of her tone. In no way did she think his wound was life threatening, but... Well, it was better to be safe than sorry, wasn't it? "Besides, it would make us easier to track." She added shrewdly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 14:36:44</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br><strong>Mood:</strong>Isolated<br><hr><br>Adán offered a wrinkled brow to Fen’s questioning.&nbsp; It was not typical for him to be questioned about his knowledge of the people of Gaia.&nbsp; Then again, many of those he kept company with had not seen its blue sky for hundreds of years.&nbsp; Even the briefest of visits was a measure of obstinance or stupidity in their opinion.&nbsp; “Later than many, but I fear my reasons to come here are more and more… niche.” &nbsp;Adán allowed the moment to weigh down his expression for a brief moment as he regarded Fen.&nbsp; “I suppose the return would be more and exciting for you, seeing that you spent such an unfortunate amount of time…” &nbsp;At that he let his sentence drift off.<br><br>He gave a nod to Ramzi.&nbsp; It was a conclusion that he was coming to as well, even though he still was not sure how he felt about the prospect. &nbsp;“If nothing else we have a common goal, I would imagine.&nbsp; To get back.”&nbsp; Not that Adán knew what that would accomplish without somehow proving his innocence over an unknown slight.&nbsp; It was something to hold on to, though…. Some sort of metaphorical consolation prize to his missing tecpatl if nothing else.&nbsp; “Tell me then, former arbiter?&nbsp; What techniques would these you speak of use?&nbsp; Are we better in the middle of nothing, or everything?&nbsp; What draws a target upon our backs?”<br><br>Not that Adán even knew if working in the shadows was the right approach.&nbsp; When the enemy was so unknown, though, it seemed unwise to reach out too quickly.&nbsp; If he – if <em>they</em> – were to do so, perhaps it was best on their own terms.<br><br>He glanced towards Niko and Korey, nose flaring slightly at the interaction.&nbsp; Still he nodded at talk of shelter despite Ramzi’s reluctance.&nbsp; “Knowing where we are couldn’t be a bad thing.&nbsp; Knowing where to return to if we go somewhere, where to meet…” &nbsp;He gave a languid shrug.&nbsp; Perhaps some part of him just longed to see the children of the planet, he mused to himself.&nbsp; If nothing else to clarify with them what crime it was to refer to ‘moving pictures’.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>03-05-2019, 05:58:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/88b07ab227b637470703a7cf81441059/tumblr_pds842HJxK1r09d6po1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanoo-no-Mikoto (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805157#msg14805157)||Niko Uchiha<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>?Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Curious<br><hr><br>Niko watched as Ramzi approached and shot down his suggestion to find some shelter. "You know Ramzi its easy to shoot ideas down and I definitely have a healthy enough ego to deal with it. Do you have a suggestion to balance out that negativity?" he asks. Niko always believed that it was fine to complain about something as long as you had a solution or even an idea towards a solution to balance it out. <br><br>"I am going to disagree with you on one point though. This is our world now. Unless you or one of us has the power to get off of it, I think we should start accepting that reality." It would be easy to get stuck in the mode of thinking that this was only temporary but they had been judged by their clans and peers and kicked out; it would take some long term planning to return if that was the goal any of them had.<br><br>Fen was funny. He had a stream of consciousness style of speech that was great to watch unfold. When he waggled those eyebrows at him it made Niko chuckle. "Fen, my new friend, I like you. Which I have to tell you isn't easy. My sister transformed into a wolf and I've hated her from like...the womb." Niko liked the ladies but he wasn't self conscious about his body. It was what it was and he often did things that brought the attention of men and women. To answer Fen's question. "No idea where we are. I was in the ocean one second then unceremoniously dumped here with all of you the next."<br><br>He nodded to Korey wondering what she'd do to help. He watched her approach Ramzi and offer to heal him. That is a great talent to have; most of his were--violent in nature. Where was his sword? He wanted his sword. Eh, what can you do? He felt proud of himself for not staring at Korey's ass; she was quite attractive. So was Hermes for that matter, but he needed to keep his mind focused on the discussions that were going on.<br><br>Looking at Adán, Niko had no idea of what to make of this being. He projected a sense of aloofness and wanting to be alone, like he was tolerating their presence or something--even though he was in the same boat as they were. Not enough to go on yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 19:58:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Calm<br><hr>Ramzi looked down to his hand as it was requested. He tilted it back so that he could see the wound, and then offered it to the woman as requested. Healing gifts weren’t particularly uncommon, and now that the wound had served its purpose there seemed no harm in letting it be dealt with if she could. It gave him a moment to evaluate the situation and think, to listen to what the others said and questioned.<br><br>Both women were mostly quiet. Meek, or perhaps muted among the flaring personalities here. For all the tension that Fen had caused, it was Niko’s personality Ramzi found the most disruptive. His words didn’t add up. One moment he was in the ocean and the next he was here? But the man had <em>definitely</em> stood in Elysium with them. Had he not been imprisoned beforehand? That seemed unlikely, but if so it alluded to something else. Maybe a wolf - a metaphorical wolf, anyway - really was lurking among them. “<strong>You mistake facts for negativity. And exile to this world does not make it ours, it merely makes it where we are. That is a distinction that you should use to temper your healthy ego.</strong>”<br><br>His attention shifted momentarily to whatever it was Korey was doing to him, but then moved to the question that had been asked of him. “<strong>Assuming this world is ours, would be the first. In all the cosmos, Gaia is the realm that is the most… Fragile. It is mostly agreed that outside forces should not interfere with it. So long as we are careful not to draw the wrong kind of attention to ourselves while we’re here, I suspect we’ll be allowed to live out our sentence in peace. The more we are around humans, the more chances we have to be discovered as something not of this world.</strong>”<br><br>Past that, Ramzi found himself with no answers for them. As confused as they might be, he felt doubly so. Could this be some sort of test? If so, what did they have in common. Niko’s deceits tugged at the edge of his mind though. What if Korey had been lying as well. Hers felt more like posturing though. If they all kept secrets, and they would, this would make their situation that much more difficult. “<strong>No matter what we do from here, I believe it would be unwise to go our separate ways. If we agree that we are connected by something, there is a possibility that the something is an opportunity to make us vulnerable. We are strongest together regardless of anything else, and it would be unwise to sacrifice that singular advantage that we have. Identifying <em>where</em> we are sounds as reasonable a first task as any other.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 23:39:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> The Group&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Mixed defensive, contemplative, curious, and lost <br><hr><br>Blinking, Fen tilts his head at Korey. "What sun?" He asks, amused, even as he blatantly directs his head up at the night sky. "I think we're good. Though depends how long we're out here, I guess." Looking around, he grimaces. That the flower girl has healing powers is oddly fitting, and he does his best to make it look like he's not watching even as he keeps half an eye on the pair, curious. "Hey plant lady, I don't suppose you've spent much time on Gaia? You recognize any of these?" He gestures around them at the sparse foliage. Fen doesn't exactly have a green thumb himself, but he knows there are plants only grow in certain areas. Maybe they can get a direction based off that? <br><br>"Niche?" Fen questions, squinting slightly at Adan. "What, like your sexual preferences or?" He starts, breaking off only as he realizes that might be a bit too personal to ask someone he just met. Fen always did have a bit of a problem with knowing when he went too far. Something he suspects played a bit of a part in others attitude towards him. He tries, really, he's just... a very blunt person, and he doesn't like being curious about something and not being able to ask. He offers Adan a half-apologetic shrug, but still wants his question answered. <br><br>Grimacing slightly, he supposes he deserved that. "Yeah, well." He trails off for a moment before forcefully shaking the mood away. "I like Gaia." He defends. "They have interesting books. Back home the best thing I can really do is torture the old fuckers with my mere presence. They never did like that I broke their tether, let alone made it my Armament." He snickers, almost fond before he remembers he's been exiled and he goes quiet, more contemplative. Strange to think he might never go back. It's hard to hold onto anger when loss begins to take its place. He merely nods to the comment of a common goal. One way or the other, Fen is determined to get back. If that means finding a way to remove those asshats from power.. or their heads from their shoulders... well. Not the first time he's thought about murdering them, just. Perhaps the first time it might actually come to that. <br><br>Staring down at the dirt, he wonders. Broken out of his thoughts by Niko, he snorts. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that buddy. Me? I intend to get back. Gaia is a good place to visit but it isn't <em>home</em>, y'know?" That Niko professes to like him makes him pause, somewhat taken aback. Most people tend to find him grating, Fen has found. He's not sure how he feels about Niko, but at least the view is good. "Tch, figures. They kept <em>me</em> in a cage for a few days before dragging me to that so-called farce of a trial. I guess you're a favorite." His tone is dry, and while he might be bitter about it, it's also something he's used to. Some things never change. <br><br>"Ugh, now look what you've done. I'm agreeing with The Arbiter." He playfully pouts at Niko, mood seemingly shifting from moment to the next fast enough it's hard to tell which is real. "So avoid the mortals, got it. I... gotta agree though, probably best we don't separate." Not least because he doesn't want The Arbiter sneaking up on him when he's alone or not suspecting an attack. Stretching, he looks back down to the dirt. "I wonder... gimmie a sec." <br><br>Form shifting again, instead of his mass expanding it seems to shrink and elongate. Fur explodes into existence even as bones crack, and when it ends he lets out a 'whuff', now fully in the shape of a rather normal looking wolf. He sniffs and paws at the ground, moving in a loping pattern around the group. He looks out into the dark and cocks his head, before padding back and shifting into his more 'normal' form with a groan. "Oof. Hate doing that so quickly. But yeah, I think we're in Arizona. The dirt smells like it, at least." Seeing or perhaps imagining looks, he asks defensively, "What? I like to travel. And there are wolf packs here." He crosses his arms, grumbling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 14:08:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Flustered, distracted, playing pretend<br><hr>"I highly doubt you swallowed it." Korey teased Fen in return, shining her own cheeky grin. "It'll appear eventually." For that she was certain. Now that they were mortal, sun protection was a must. Not to mention protection from the elements in general. "And I have a name." She added with a certain <i>look</i> that made her disapproval of his nickname clear. Next thing you know, they'd be calling her 'Flower child' or something equally verbose. <i>Korey</i> was just so much easier, and less annoying. <br><br>As Fen goes on to devolve the topic to Adan's sexual preferences, Korey can't help but snort as she turns her attention onto the one they all call 'Arbiter' in full. The amount of disdain they throw behind the term has her studying him curiously beneath the veil of her long lashes as she sets to work, subtly searching for symbols of familiarity she never finds. Alas, she was never much for Elysium politics. Her recent arrest basically amounted to her first real expedition into the capital, let alone a city. "Hold still, please." She murmurs as the man continues to debate with those around them, gently taking his hand between her own. <br><br>After a brief inspection one of the tails of tiny bundled flowers drooping from her head are plucked free by the stem and placed over the small wound in question. She holds him steady by the wrist, her free hand gently sweeping its fingers a scant few centimeters above blood red petals that all at once seem to grow dark and dry. With a single stroke their life force threads free, leaving behind dried out husks of what they had once been, and sews itself within flesh and blood instead. The sensation is altogether curious, like a subtle tickle or crawling shiver of goose bumps settling over nerves that didn't exist mere seconds ago. "Done." She hums, plucking the dead bristle away from unmarred flesh. <br><br>Although he is healed, she is not quite finished. The dead flowers are not simply cast aside like ashes and dust. No. Korey gently, almost tenderly, tucks the plant's remains against her lips. For a brief moment her eyes close, silently giving thanks for its sacrifice. Life is life, after all. Only then, with proper respects, is the plant set aside to feed the malnourished sands with what little it has left to give. <br><br>"I was also jailed." She enters the conversation once again, only pausing as Fen takes on his beastly form again. Although she doubts for violence this time, at least. When he is finished whatever it is he was doing, she actually finds herself in awe. "Wow. That's quite a talent!" She exclaims, then blinks. "...What's an Arizona...?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 05:00:12</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br><strong>Mood:</strong>Isolated<br><hr><br>Adán offered a slow, thoughtful nod to Ramzi’s questions, despite the chaos of the others around him.&nbsp; It’s a fixed gaze, some might even think it disarming, but one that communicated his interest in the former Arbiter’s words nonetheless.&nbsp; “Words taken.&nbsp; Though I confess there may be a time we might be at odds; I see no reason to… live out this sentence in peace.&nbsp; Certainly not without my Tecpatl.” Adán&nbsp; frowned, as if aware enough stubbornness was unbecoming on him.&nbsp; It certainly was not a trait that he was known for; still, the taking of his Armament felt personal.&nbsp; Truth be told, so did finding his home on Elysium erased in a way not unlike the one he had during his favored time in Gaia.&nbsp; He tried not to think about that, though.<br><br>itter humor cut through his morose façade, though, as he found himself snorting at the dangers of being around mortals, about being discovered.&nbsp; “I do fear, though, that if we are to keep the company of only each other for the rest of our existence, we may well go mad.&nbsp; Security comes at many high prices.”<br><br>Fen’s question earned him a strange, puzzled blink for a moment, as if Adán required those few seconds to even fathom how his line of talk landed on the subject of sexual preferences.&nbsp; Still he straightened his spine, “No… I… my brothers and I never quite were drawn to humans in that way.&nbsp; I know there are enough others who visited Gaia who saw it otherwise.” &nbsp;Adán’s lips twitched slightly, as if perhaps suspecting he was in the company of those <em>others</em>.&nbsp; “Their fragility held other beauties, though…”<br><br>Despite Adán’s voiced objections about spending unforeseen amount of days with the group, his feet remained fixed.&nbsp; Clearly, for the moment, the company was better than the alternative isolation.&nbsp; “Arizona…,” he played the name on his tongue.&nbsp; He was familiar enough with Gaia to know that Arizona was like a little tease.&nbsp; A place showing similarity enough to the lands he once walked, but far enough to not feel utterly freeing and familiar.&nbsp; Still, there were worse places to be; cold places.<br><br>Korey’s ritual has him watching intently, brown eyes focused on the flash of blood.&nbsp; Ultimately he watched the dried plant fall, a wry smile upon his face.&nbsp; It was, after all, tempting enough to use his own blood to bring back the life to the foliage cast aside, completing a circle.&nbsp; As Adán was apt to do.&nbsp; Then again, that would be exactly the wrong kind of attention to bring, would it not? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>14-05-2019, 01:06:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.channelguidemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Alexa-Bliss-Total-Diva-1030-678x381.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kori <br><strong>Location:</strong> Earth<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black sleeveless top, white trim, black pants with white stripes. Sandals. <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Exasperated. Curious. A little hungry. Frommery<br><hr><br>Sooooooooo much talking. If there's one thing she hated about her fellow immortals..or former immortals...was they talked and talked and talked and talked and it took forever to do anything. I mean really, who had the time? Just cause they had all of it. Sighing she sort of meandered back and forth a little, not really contributing much to any of the conversations, and really not paying that much attention anyway. There was a cute little lizard that was wandering around on the ground and so she followed that for a few moments, before she watched it vanish under a rock, probably for some cooler environs. <br><br>Huffing a little, she vanished in a blur, or at least that's probably what it looked like to everyone else. To her she was always in another place, another time, where everyone else just moved soooooooooooo slow and so boringly. Still, a few seconds letter she reappeared, then vanished again. Reappearing once more, she peeked in and out of the conversations, picking up the word Arizona and Gaia. Earth! They were on Earth! She knew this place, there were a few scams she'd pulled here, and they were all great ones. Vanishing again, she reappeared once more, holding a little reddish book with an image on it, as she read to the inquisitive Korey, but to the whole group as well.<br><br>"This Southwestern state has more then the vast canyon of the Colorado River. Stately saguaro cacti and rugged red-rock landscapes have served as backdrop both for Western history and Western movies. Cowboys and Indians are still at home on the range here in Arizona, but it is as a seller of sunshine to the winter-weary that Arizona has made its fortune..." Blinking, she looked up from the book she was reading from and grinned "There's cities this way and this way and this way and sooooooo much stuff guys. C'mon...I mean..time's wasting right?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>14-05-2019, 03:52:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/88b07ab227b637470703a7cf81441059/tumblr_pds842HJxK1r09d6po1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanoo-no-Mikoto (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805157#msg14805157)||Niko Uchiha<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>?Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Curious<br><hr><br>Niko listened to Ramzi's, let's call it cautionary advice, with a simple frown. He didn't like being told what to do and for someone who knew just as little as they did, he sure seemed to have a lot to say without saying really much of anything. "My ego is fine thank you. And I'll view this situation as I do and you can view it in your own way. I always find it is diversity that leads to complete answers, not everyone just agreeing with one person." <br><br>Niko starts to pace. "So now your advice is we blend into the environment like some pale wallflowers, not look up and stick together? Really?" he asks in an exasperated tone. "Do you know what that sounds like to me? Animals in a pen hoping they don't get noticed for the slaughter. They may have taken my pride when they scooped me up from the ocean and put me on some farce of a trial before just dumping me here but you seek my dignity as well. You can walk around with your eyes downcast and your tail between your legs. Its your prerogative to do so."<br><br>He looks at everyone else after taking a calming breath. "I don't mind the part about sticking together, although if you actually look at us, we are a rather disparate grouping of people. We are going to stand out no matter what. I supposes we could quietly rob some store and all get matching grey outfits." he said. "Not talking to anyone..." he has a problem here. "Now maybe its just me because I'm not omniscient and all knowing...but when I want to discover the answer to a question I have--well, I tend to ask questions of someone I feel may know the answer. So, if we are going to get clarity Ramzi, can you enlighten me on how exactly we are going to come across these answers? Do you think there will be some magic well that we can throw coins into? Wait, we don't have coins." <br><br>He shrugs at the place name of Arizona. "Sorry, that name never quite made my radar of places to go. If Arizona had excellent food, surfing or was somehow famous for bringing people together then maybe yes. Here I got nothing."<br><br>He glanced at Adán. That guys answers were a mystery to him. He just wasn't on the same wavelength as this dude.<br><br>The pretty blonde lady apparently knew this place. "Ok, you seem to know your way around. How about you lead the way to a city?" he suggests to Kori.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>21-05-2019, 03:53:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Trying to lighten the mood...<br><hr>Clearly Fen was not the only person frustrated here, and apparently not the last to make blind accusations against the one they called Arbiter. The question was, who was the real problem here? "What pen? What waiting?" The redhead blinked at the pacing storm lord quizzically and stepped forward. "It sounds to me as though this man is suggesting we change our skins like an iguana to avoid predators." Why was it that men seemed so keen on bashing their skulls against one another? "Would you rather we challenge those we were already so weak against that we were banished here?" A slender brow quirked. "Or run through Gaia like warmongers, cracking skulls and turning the rivers red with their corpses?" <br><br>"Shelter is easy to obtain if you so desire it, and should be something on our list. However -- and correct me if I'm wrong," Marine hues turned towards Ramzi briefly before returning to Niko's flustered form. "I think what Ramzi means to suggest is that the rules here are different. We cannot simply come here, conquer and claim Gaia for our own. Humans are not the only thing protecting it. Nor are we barbarians." She scowled, adding that last bit for herself specifically. "<i>But</i>," And this time her gaze traveled towards Ramzi. "I also don't think that Niko meant to imply we owned Gaia either. I think he meant that the fact we are stranded here makes it our knew home, which isn't exactly the same thing." <br><br>"Now then," The redhead straightened, raising her chin proudly. "With that all said, if you want to find answers there is really only one way we can find them, right?" Kori paused, smiling coyly as she glanced between her new friends. When none seemed to follow where she was going she blinked and that smile faded for something a touch bit more sheepish. "We... look for them...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>23-05-2019, 00:19:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> The Group&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Mood improving by fits and starts, a bit confused by people, ready to get moving<br><hr><br>Grinning, Fen half-nods his head and concedes the point. He likes Korey. At least if he has to deal with this shitshow, however temporarily, the company could be worse; The Arbiter notwithstanding. He grins wider at the disapproval practically radiating off her at the nickname. "I'm sure you do." He makes it clear he has no intention of using it. Really, if she wanted him to use her name she shouldn't have been so entertaining the instant he didn't. Fen has a tendency to do things just to be contrary, after all.<br><br>Crossing his arms, he agrees vehemently with Adan. "What he said. I'm not exactly the peaceful sort at the best of times, y'know?" At least one of them seems to speak sense. Living out the rest of his life here is absolutely not in the cards. Especially in <em>Arizona</em>. "Too high a price." Fen snorts, less bitter humor and more just bitter. "Brothers?" He inquires, directing his attention solely to Adan for a moment. That last comment... Fen's brow furrows, trying to puzzle it out. Well, less puzzle it out and more figure out if Adan means what he thinks he means. He looks the man up and down, trying to see it, letting out a 'Hm' before he can help it. He wouldn't mind seeing how 'fragile' Adan is, heh.&nbsp; <br><br>The healing Fen keeps an eye on, almost puppy-like in his curiosity. Healing isn't exactly his specialty, though it's good that they have someone that can manage. Who the fuck knows how long they'll be stuck down here before they can get back. Fen likes Gaia well enough, but he never expected to <em>live</em> there, not long term. He finds himself grinning again at Korey's comment, although deadpans when she asks what an Arizona is. "I take it you don't visit Gaia much?" Scratching his chin, he debates how to answer that. "It's a... think of it like a district within a larger kingdom?" Fen questions, looking at the rest of the group for help. <br><br>Hermes vanishing and popping back in is well-timed, especially as she seems to end up with a book on Arizona as a whole. "Useful. Which cities?" Fen asks, wondering if he'd recognize any of them. Not like he's spent much time in Arizona, not compared to elsewhere, but. He likes knowing shit. Niko's rant garners a raised eyebrow, not entirely sure what to think of the man. "You okay there, champ?" The fact the other seems to keep contradicting himself is interesting, but Fen chalks it up to stress. "Pretty sure matching grey outfits are just going to make us stand out more. We'd look like a performance group." Not to mention grey is really not Fen's color. <br><br>For all that everyone seems to be asking question of The Arbiter, the man is unusually quiet. But then, what does Fen actually know of him? Other than his reputation and the kind of work he does. Did. Whatever. Niko might have a few screws loose but at least Fen can enjoy the man backtalking The Arbiter. Fuck knows it's the least of what he actually deserves. Korey at least seems to be a sane voice of reason. Probably for the best, that's not exactly a role Fen is good at playing. He's more likely to rile people up and he knows it, but that's what he enjoys. Raising a hand, he grins. "For the record, I like that second option." <br><br>Snorting, he shrugs. "Whatever you say." Looking to the flighty one with the book, Fen gestures. "Lead on then." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>26-05-2019, 05:29:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Arizona<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Conceding, Reminiscent <br><hr>What could be done in this situation? To prove his point would he contend with two, no, three of them? In such a situation would the other two choose sides? No. Niko was poison that tainted the well of decision, and muddied the clearness of choice. This was now a reality as three set into the same line of choice, and contesting that would only bring further ruin. Unfortunate as it may be, the truth was that even with those actions he was still likely better off with them than without. Ramzi’s eyes flitted between Fen, Adan, and Niko. Then to Korey who seemed the most likely to reason among them. They lingered on the redhead for longer than a moment before falling to the ground and slipping closed. His hands folded before himself. His council was no longer required, and more importantly, there was no interest in heeding it.<br><br>He looked instead inward to decisions that he had made. Searching for anything that might have landed him here. They might not look for the strings, but he would. He began to analyze things he had done, both of his own volition and by instruction. Could any of those have tethered him indirectly to these others? And while scouring his thoughts he remained aware of those around them, waiting for decision to be made, and for direction to be chosen. He would follow…<br><br>Just as he always had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>27-05-2019, 01:47:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/88b07ab227b637470703a7cf81441059/tumblr_pds842HJxK1r09d6po1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanoo-no-Mikoto (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805157#msg14805157)||Niko Uchiha<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>?Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Curious<br><hr>Niko knew his reaction to Ramzi was not going to go over well. In honesty that was going to be really too bad. He'd started out this morning actually not as devastated as some would be. He'd been kicked out of Heaven. Again. He had no clue why this time; he'd literally done nothing to antagonize anyone for what he felt was a long while. Even when they were trying him for whatever bullshit charge they had, he refused to be some small humiliated little bitch with his tail between his legs. He took it like the man he'd always been--himself. Without apology or remorse for being himself.<br><br>This didn't win him as many friends as those other 'people pleasers' but he didn't care; those were false friends to begin with. He still had many friends, lovers and loved ones. He cared about people deeply and he was not going to be shamed into behaving in some bullshit way he could never pull off anyways.<br><br>It was Korey who first found her voice, she took the role of mediator and tried to smooth things over between him and Ramzi. He listened to what she had to say. Perhaps it was him that was wrong. Maybe he had come across as some kind of sociopath, of course he didn't believe that but he wanted to first hear everyone out. "Korey, you are correct in interpreting what I thought was plain speech. So I'll say it again even more plainly. This is where we are and therefore this is our home because as far as I know, none of us have any other that we can go to or will welcome us. This is where we have to reside until things change."<br><br>"And for the sake of clarity, no--I am not a warmonger or someone who finds joy in the slaughter of people just because I am a capable warrior. It's never been my way, in fact I've always been someone who had protected those who can't protect themselves from the oppression of others. I don't think I ever suggested anything like approaching our time here as conquerors. All I said is..." he stops himself from using the same words since they clearly came across very differently than he intended. "I've never hidden who I am. I would be horrible at it. I'm not some anonymous face in the crowd. Attempting to be someone like that would simply not work for me. And when I say this, its because its my understanding that during a planning period we all bring up our arguments for what we thing will fail...because we are still planning. Before we actually commit to something is when we iron out what we all see to be issues."<br><br>He easily nods to the plan of looking for answers. It was really the only sound course of action if you weren't just going to give up and hide here for the rest of eternity.<br><br>He turns to Fen. "I'm good or at least trying to get there." he says easily enough. No need to start getting existential now, it would just belabor the process of actually leaving this spot where they were so unceremoniously dumped like trash.<br><br>Niko's gaze swings back to Ramzi. And for the love of the living lightning and the storm, Ramzi looked like he was just about to enter martyr mode and 'bow to will of the fucking group'. That is not what they needed. They didn't need someone either not thinking or keeping his pie hole shut because he thought that he'd ruffle some feathers. It's what his sister always did when she didn't get her way. It drove him fucking crazy. Don't get your way..answer is to pout. It was a cop out. Bringing up these points would of course just fall on deaf ears. Ramzi had made some kind of decision and Niko was pretty sure it involved getting rid of the trouble maker when it seemed feasible.<br><br>"It looks like most of us are ready to move forward. Adán, anything to add?" He would figure Adán out sooner or later, right now even just walking towards some small pimple of a town seemed like a better idea than standing in the desert.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>27-05-2019, 02:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br><strong>Mood:</strong>Isolated<br><hr><br>"Yes, my brothers...," &nbsp;Adán gazed at Fen, along with his line of questioning, with a look of deliberate wariness.&nbsp; It was not so much that he regretted his past, nor the choices that he had made to step away from it.&nbsp; Still, with the weight of the banishment still upon him, it was unwelcome memories.&nbsp; It certainly didn't help that he was solely criticized by his once-family for stepping away from the traditions he loved and missed so much.&nbsp; It brought to mind disturbing questions: Back on Elysium would they even object to his fate?&nbsp; If it was not broadcast, would they bother asking what became of their brother, or would it be assumed that Adán was... well, once again simply straying from the Xipe Totec that they claimed to know.&nbsp; He had become in their eyes, unfortunately, exactly the sort of being to vanish in the night without a word.<br><br>That was why he was at first relieved at the tension that diverted attentions elsewhere, yet also all the more stressed.&nbsp; &nbsp;He listened to each of them in turn, face stoic, giving a faint nod to Korey's interpretations.&nbsp; Frankly, he wasn't sure he bought all of it, but consenting to her proclaimed reality seemed better than bearing witness to a frenzy.<br><br>"If we are not ready to die -- and I am not... quite yet, anyway... -- it seems that covering each other's backs against what unknown forces have united us is best."&nbsp; He nods a bit, reflecting Ramzi's earlier words, affirming his stance among them.&nbsp; "As to where we are or where we are going? I fear that the ends of all worlds may as well be in each direction as far as I know."&nbsp; He was happy to pick a direction and start walking if it came to it, but the choice would ultimately be random.&nbsp; Maybe it would be regardless.<br><br>Hermes' movements were in turns baffling and dizzying to him, and it made matters no better when she returned with the book.&nbsp; It was the kind of display and presentation that inspired more questions than answers, and he was already full-up on questions.&nbsp; He watched the horizon warily as she thumbed through the pages, quite uncertain if whatever blur she created would have invited the attention of the more dangerous beings Ramzi had spoken of.&nbsp; Despite his forlorn feelings, it seemed,&nbsp; in the moment Adán was not prepared to be descended upon without a proper death-fight.<br><br>"I see no other way but forward, and forward at this point is the direction my feet happen to be pointing towards."&nbsp; He shrugged idly to Niko's question. &nbsp;"Personally, for a long time now I have found that adaptation gets one more places, so if perhaps we can't fully fit in places, at least adapting to the point of survival seems best."&nbsp; It seemed perhaps a belabored point at this juncture, but a helpless one, given the alternative was to lie on the desert floor alone, as good as carrion to whatever vulture-like denizen might see them as out-of-place, unwelcome.<br><br>"I have said my peace on the matter.&nbsp; If someone cares to do so, lead on.&nbsp; Otherwise I shall simply start waking myself in search of something to adapt to." &nbsp;It was, ultimately, still blank space in each direction for Adán as much as Hermes book and knowledgeable enthusiasm worked on painting otherwise.&nbsp; Still he pointed himself in some direction that resembed north-west, though he himself lacked the knowledge to label it as such.&nbsp; He shifted his weight, one foot forward.&nbsp; It was a threat of movement, one that would continue if no one else took up a more knowledgeable slack.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>31-05-2019, 07:23:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Confused.<br><hr>"I visited Gaia once." She found herself blushing sheepishly. This wasn't the first time she had run into a case where others looked at her like a country bumpkin for her lack of... well, <i>exposure</i> was probably the proper term. There were many things she hadn't been introduced too, or had been so little that it still seemed fresh, new and unusual to her. In a world full of jaded immortals she often found herself being labeled with terms such as <i>quaint, simple or cute</i> - with smirks or complacent smiles shining back at her. Her mother, on the other hand, preferred to refer to it as 'untainted'.&nbsp; Korey called it something else entirely. "I see." She blinked slowly, suggesting otherwise. "Then what Kingdom are we in? Is Arizona by chance within the borders of Greece?"<br><br>Fen was kind of adorable in his own way. The man shuffled between quips and behaviors in a way that reminded her of a precocious little boy so used to being in trouble he puffed out his chest and tried to pretend that was who he really was. An image only cemented further as he remarked which of her rhetorical options he liked most, but seemed so pleased when she complimented him moments before. For some reason she had the strongest urge to just hug him... It was an urge she was certainly struggling to keep in check. "I bet you do." The corners of her twinkling blues wrinkled as she grin in return. <br><br>However, on stark opposition, Korey found herself strangely disappointed by Ramzi's response - or lack thereof. It was odd, but there seemed to be a small part of her that had wanted something more from him. To glean more of this mysterious man everyone seemed to oppose. Perhaps a part of her even wanted his admiration for healing him - a thought that was stranger even still. Korey was not typically one that did things for admiration or applause. So why did she feel this way...? <br><br>Turning her head from the man self-consciously, she forced herself to focus outward, to the world around her, and more importantly to Niko as he confirmed much of what she had assessed. Then brought more to the table. "So what you're saying is that you are incapable of adapting? To pretending to be human?" Because Adan was right, they all needed to adapt. It was the way of survival. By now Korey was blinking back at Niko rather slowly, extremely confused by what he was even attempting to convey anymore.<br><br>Earlier he wanted to find a shelter, then was angry that someone refuted his plan. Now he claims that arguing another person's plan was the natural order in things&nbsp; - which was true - but it completely contradicted the entire reason he grew angry with Ramzi in the first place. "Forgive me sir, but it almost seems to me that you like to argue. May I ask you what color the blue cow is?" The girl blinked, her head giving a subtle tilt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>02-06-2019, 01:39:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.channelguidemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Alexa-Bliss-Total-Diva-1030-678x381.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Earth<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black sleeveless top, white trim, black pants with white stripes. Sandals. <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Exasperated. Curious. A little hungry. Confused.<br><hr><br>Hermes watched the others discuss and talk and then went back to her book. She read it cover to cover, then just for fun read it from the other cover to the front. It's not like she'd remember anything after the first few seconds anyway. Anything she read with her speed, she tended to only hold onto for a little while. She was only half listening to everyone said as she skimmed her book again, wondering where in Arizona she could get her hands on a tortoise and make a lyre again. <br><br>Her head shot up as she heard the phrase "lead the way" and tilted her head in a hello this is dog sort of way. Shaking her head, her helmet shifted a little bit left to right as her blonde hair bobbed as well. She waved her hands up, the book fluttering around a bit more. "Lead? Ha! No no no. NOnonononononono." she pointed a hand in the direction she'd just run from and waved her hand a little bit.<br><br>"I can get us there, if you guys can keep up, but lead is a strong word." She tossed the book into her helmet and fixed it back onto her head, before stretching for a few moments. In the next blink of an eye she was over on the next dune, waving at all the others and pointing in a general direction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>02-06-2019, 19:42:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> The Group&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Moving, enjoying himself despite the situation<br><hr><br>Ramzi being quiet is disconcerting. It's not like he knows the man, but he expected... something. He's practically the Boogeyman of Celestials. 'The Arbiter' they might call him, but 'Executioner' still fit better as far as Fen was concerned. Even being near the man makes him shiver, which just pisses him off more. It makes his <em>teeth</em> ache, until all he wants to do is grind and snap and tear. Releasing a breath, he does his best not to think about the man; though that doesn't mean he turns his back to him. <br><br>Wait, what? Greece? Blinking owlishly at the flower girl, Fen can only sigh. "Yeah, no. We're uh. We're a ways from Greece. Greece is..." He holds up his fingers, counting. "We're talking, on foot, like thirty turns of the Gaian sun to get to Greece. We're in the borders of America, I guess you'd call it." Echoing Korey's grin, he's at least pleased that for all she might not be familiar with Gaia, she seems to be entertaining. Especially with the way she talks to Niko. There's definitely some wit hidden in there.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>And ah, Niko. What to say about Niko. Fen isn't quite sure what to think of the man, truthfully. He seems to go back and forth on topics nearly as fast as Hermes, just with less sass. "Home isn't defined solely by it being somewhere you stay." He can't help but point out, hunching slightly at the looks he either sees or at least imagines he does. What, he can be deep too. "Reside fits better, I guess." Fen continues, somewhat begrudgingly. "We're certainly stuck for the moment. Not like any of us have any great ideas." Maybe once he gets a better idea of where exactly they are and what city they're going to... Putting aside such thoughts, he tunes back into the conversation just in-time for Niko to conclude what was seemingly a fantastic soapbox moment. Really, he'd applaud if he knew the man better. Fen can get being passionate, but seems an odd time for a rant on warmongering. Sometimes a little bloodletting is nice. <br><br>At least some of them are sensible. Fen likes Adan, even with the wariness crossing the other's expression. It makes Fen bite his lip, want to press and see what other expressions he can make the man make. Almost visibly shaking himself like a dog, he does his best to stay focused. Now is not exactly the time. "What are they like?" He asks, curious. He doesn't think he's run into them, at least. Certainly not if they were as distinctive as Adan himself. Even his manner of speech is a bit too refined for Fen, mostly resulting in a deep-seated desire to ruin it. Idly, he wonders if the man even curses. <br><br>"Heh, I'm happy to lead." Fen volunteers, especially as Hermes and Adan, even Ramzi, seem less than inclined to pick up the position. "I don't know about the rest of you, but staying here isn't really an option. We can figure out more shit when we're in a city. Only so many plans we can make with our current resources, anyway." Scratching his chin, he tilts his head to look at Ramzi. "Hey, Elysium fucktoy. Make yourself useful if you're not here to kill us. What can you tell us about the sort of threats we might run into by trying to make our way back?" That they would try is, to Fen, not even a question.&nbsp; <br><br>As Hermes flutters off into the distance, Fen looks around at the group, shrugs, and heads off after her. He's not even sure what city she's leading them to, but it can't be worse than sitting in the middle of the desert all night going round and round. Picking up his pace, he settles in next to Adan, hands in his jacket and staring up at the sky as he walks. At least the view isn't bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2019, 21:56:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/88b07ab227b637470703a7cf81441059/tumblr_pds842HJxK1r09d6po1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanoo-no-Mikoto (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805157#msg14805157)||Niko Uchiha<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>?Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Momentary anger then reflective<br><hr><br>Niko had to take a deep breath and let it out slowly. It seemed that he’d lost all ability to communicate in a meaningful manner. It made him angry that even simple concepts could not be conveyed. He didn’t blame the listener for this, it was the job of the orator to make themselves understood. <br><br>When Korey surmised that he was incapable of adapting he had to blink. He'd been kicked out of Heaven before, lived on Gaia for centuries as a warrior and a farmer. All he’d said was he was not able to hide in some corner with his tail between his legs hoping that no one noticed for the rest of his time here on Gaia. Then the insanely simplistic question about the blue cow. Well, if all of their upcoming problems were going to be so basic where they all had to just nod and say ‘blue’ that would be amazing. <br><br>But Kory was not the type to just goad someone. She was a healer and sought to make peace between people. He licked his lips. “The cow would be blue.” he answered. “It seems I’ve made a bit of a fool of myself. One of the things I always hated about my sister is right or wrong, she was always right. I have my faults, I’m brash, chaotic at times and yes, I do enjoy some lively debate—but when everyone else in the world seems to be wrong, I’m aware enough of myself that I can take a moment out and wonder if the blame resides in me.” <br><br>He turns to Ramzi. “My apologies Arbiter. Your position..” he shakes his head. “..perhaps former position is a better pathway for my thoughts, represents something that has been buzzing from the back of my mind and throwing off my mood. During that farce of a trial, not a single friend or person I cared for came to my defense. No one spoke for me or stood beside me. It has clearly affected me more than I care to admit. Your title represented that process to me and I took it out on you. I will be a little more reflective until I work through this.” <br><br>That simple apology was not easy. He’d spent so long with a group of celestials that were all about order, pomp and ceremony that he basically avoided most of them or show up at their gatherings and stir the pot just to get them to do something from time to time instead of incessantly meditate. This grouping of people shouldn’t receive the same reflexive reactions. <br><br>He turned to Fen when he spoke to him. “Reside it is.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>08-06-2019, 16:55:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Arizona<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Suspicious, accepting, neutral<br><hr>The conversation post his choice to withdraw from it is, largely, tuned out. Bits and pieces were picked up, but only just enough to conclude that even after his opposition ended they were <em>still</em> not moving. He occupied his time by quietly admiring the restoration to his arm that Korey had performed. It hadn’t been a particularly brutal wound, but how easily she seemed to have mended it made for an interesting sight nonetheless. He’d have let it heal naturally without giving it another thought had she not been so tender and concerned about it. It spoke to her abilities, but also to her character; which he was far more interested in.<br><br>More than just that she spoke words that might have been worth listening to. She had gathered what he had gathered about Niko, but she had stood to call him on it. That brought his attention more fully to the conversation at hand, only to be disappointed my Hermes dismissal of ‘leadership’. Not that Ramzi felt they needed a leader, just a direction to go. So in that sense, perhaps she had the right idea. Still, his eyes wandered to Niko, and he wondered if any direction with this man could possibly be a wise choice.<br><br>At least until Niko spoke again. Another contradiction, but this one in admittance of those that had come before? A way to cool tempers, perhaps? To try and slip back beneath the radar? Without a doubt they were honey words that were <em>nice to hear</em>, but the genuity behind them was brought into question. But Niko’s reasoning seemed reasonable, unfortunately a skilled deceiver's reasoning <em>would</em> seem so. Ramzi processed these thoughts silently, and neutrally, as Niko spoke. Finally, he reasoned, that there would be nothing accomplished from calling it into question here and now. “<strong>Your apology is welcome, and accepted. This situation is, admittedly, quite stressful. Think no more on it.</strong>” He passed one hand beneath the other, water under the bridge.<br><br>Finally, however, Ramzi’s attention turned to Fen who thought himself to become their leader. The wolf claiming alpha status in the fray of others who would not step up. Ramzi might have accepted that, until the name calling was used. Arbiter. Enemy. Ramzi. These are things he would have responded to, but he would not stand idle and be insulted, disrespected by this man. “<strong>My aid is at your disposal, when you learn to acknowledge me as who I am, rather than who you believe me to be. Until that time, I’ll hear no more from you. This situation is antagonistic enough without your efforts to make it more so.</strong>”<br><br>Ramzi turned from the all, focusing in on where Hermes had gone. No alternate path had been named, and as Adan had pointed out. They needed something to adapt too. He started walking after her, in no particular hurry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>12-06-2019, 02:30:56</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Hermes | Niko | Fen <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, ????<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, golden rings<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Isolated<br><hr><br>Adán adjusted his stance easy enough.&nbsp; If nothing else he allowed a moment of quiet poignancy (a God of Change, indeed,) as the wind so quickly swept away the direction that he had begun to move, instead leaning towards Hermes guidance that seemed in turn exuberant and hesitant.&nbsp; He wasn’t particularly sure of how much confidence he had in their ‘nononono not leader’, and yet if he was to point fingers at a potential deceiver in his midst, she just might be the last one he’d pick.<br><br>A trap?&nbsp; Well, he supposed anything could be, but at least a trap would be somewhere else.&nbsp; He began to walk ahead, a touch of eagerness to his pace.&nbsp; Though his feelings about exile had not changed, even in his unhappiness he had to admit the plot of ground they landed on had begun to metaphorically stink of bad memories and worse omens.&nbsp; Moving was better.<br><br>Niko’s new words gained his attention, a flicker of approval in his eyes.&nbsp; “We all are burdened by&nbsp; some… reflection, I would dare say.&nbsp; I’m sorry to hear that you were not spoken for.&nbsp; For what it’s worth, it was a trait that I believe was going around.”&nbsp; Though Adán was tempted to make some sweeping generalization about each of them likely lacking a council they had imagined would be there, well… there was the case of Fen.&nbsp; Whether it was a flaw on him or the company he kept, Adán mused that Fen was not particularly used to counting upon others to speak his good deeds.<br><br>Nonetheless Fen – as well as the others – were his companions at the moment it seemed, and he let the wolf slide by his flank with no signs of objection.&nbsp; The interest in his family was a bit puzzling and strange to him, yet it caused his lips to give a slight smile, so Adán himself reasoned that there must be amusement in him as well. &nbsp;“They are… l… not like me.&nbsp; Well, not like I am now.&nbsp; When that which you hold on to begins to fade away, well… you have your choice to hold onto a rotting past, or see that it is good and buried.&nbsp; They clutched on, I did… well, the <em>disappointing</em> thing.&nbsp; They lay themselves bare, bathe in blood and violence.&nbsp; They wish for worship from a people long dead.&nbsp; They see the world now as gone soft, clinging to illusions of sterility that defy life.”<br><br>It seemed conversation was going on, fitting enough for a walk that, so far at least, yielded terrain that looked more or less exactly like where they had started.&nbsp; At least it was warmth and sand. &nbsp;“Tell me, then,” Adán fell in line with the ‘talk’ well enough. &nbsp;“Do you keep brothers, family?&nbsp; I confess I know only one rather singular think about you, which has already been established in some detail.” &nbsp;Well, not that needed clarified.&nbsp; Being sentenced to keep company with a warden-rock for a millennia would likely prove the event horizon in many a life story, even a Celestial.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-06-2019, 06:32:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">AMURIKA</div><div class="spoiler_body">FUCK YEAH</div></div><br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Confused.<br><hr>"<i>Amurika...</i>" She repeated tentatively, testing the syllables on her tongue thoughtfully. "I've never heard of it, but it's a pretty name none the less." She seemed to deem in the end with lackadaisical shrug and approving smile. Apparently she was content to explore this new world - new to her at the very least. Already this trip was more adventure than she had seen in, well -- baring the single time she managed to run away -- <i>ever</i>. The fact that she had spent it primarily arguing over what amounted to semantics was something else entirely. Which was the exact reason Niko's response won an entirely genuine and empathetic smile. <br><br>"I can certainly relate." Her eyes rolled as she thought back to her mother. "And this whole situation has been very jarring." Truth be told, she wasn't sure whether she was upset about it yet or not. Everyone else seemed to be, at least. Her mother always told her that a lot could be said about a person based upon those they spent their time with. Well, if anything was to be said about her now, apparently she was a colorful, overcompensating, uncertain, lost, wary and suspicious mess of a vagabond. That just wasn't acceptable. "To be fair, I suppose I'm a bit ignorant in terms of the Ar-- er, Ramzi. I'm not familiar with him or his title." She admitted, willing her cheeks to remain pale. "So I don't really understand everyone's reaction to him." Maybe they would be so kind as to enlighten her... Or they might just think she's soft in the head and leave her to the wolves. Who knows...<br><br>"You don't expect us to keep up with you, do you?" Korey laughed at Hermes' antics, quickly distracting herself from that last thought trail. The blonde was a bit flustered, after all, and when she was flustered she was more prone to fluttering about like a hummingbird. At least that's what previous experience told her. "I don't think he meant for you to lead like that." She teased as she began her trek with the rest, with Hermes taking point. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>17-06-2019, 01:44:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.channelguidemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Alexa-Bliss-Total-Diva-1030-678x381.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hermes<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Earth<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black sleeveless top, white trim, black pants with white stripes. Sandals. <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Marching. Impatient. Vengabus. <br><hr><br>Hermes sighed. Loudly and exasperatedly at Korey's comment, before flopping dramatically down into the sand "But you're all so slooooooooooooooow..." she whined. Huffing a little, her mini tantrum over and forgotten as she hopped back up and waved an arm lackadaisically towards a direction. "It's this way though..it's all pretty and shiny and there's all sorts of people and smells.." She wrinkled her nose just a little bit "Some of them are pretty gross, but there's good ones too.."<br><br>She started marching a bit exaggeratedly towards the direction, as if leading a pod of tortoises towards a goal. Leaning back as she did, her arms swinging wildly she waved her arms at everyone else "I think everyone is just...totally going to like the city. I mean yeah it sucks compared to some of the other realms but...hey new worlds to look at and all that. This whole sensations and stuff...it's pretty neat. Plus, I can still do some pretty neat stuff and I bet everyone else can too."<br><br>Rummaging around in her hat again, she found a little device that she tucked against her belt, flicking it on. A jaunty little &nbsp;beat&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIoRUVMlTIw)echoing from it's tiny speakers. It sounds a little tinny coming out of that small thing, but then it was better then nothing. She swung her legs and arms in time with the music, humming and lost in her own little world of music and marching, not really aware of how much time was passing, before the glow of a city started being evident over the horizon. She consulted the book stored in her hat. "Behold! Phoenix! Named after the bird...or the other way around maybe. I'm not sure which came first."&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>25-06-2019, 05:16:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> The Group&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Moving, always moving<br><hr><br>Niko's little spiel has Fen turning contemplative eyes on the man, curious which side is real. He's unsure how to take it, but then, considering the few days it sounds like most of them have had... don't they all deserve to be a little addled? Shrugging, Fen gives the man a lopsided smile. Maybe they're not friends, but they're certainly not enemies. He'll take Niko at his word for the moment. A part of Fen says it's that naivete that people take advantage of, but fuck it. Gotta trust people eventually, right? Besides, not like he's looking to sleep with the dude, just. You can't go through life skeptically disbelieving every word out of someone's mouth.<br><br>...Which means he should probably apply that to the Arbiter, too. Fuck. <br><br>"Actions speak louder than words." Fen can't help but point out, still sour. "And so far your only actions have been murdering people like us, so excuse me for doubting you." Running a hand through his hair be blows out a breath, annoyed. "But yeah, maybe I could have worded that better." Mumbling half under his breath as he walks, he continues. "Though it'd be a hell of a lot less antagonistic if you weren't here." Rolling his shoulders to get rid of the tension, he slants a glance at the man. "What <em>do</em> you want to be called?" Fen mostly wonders how much of a connection the man maintains to the title of Arbiter, but there's only so far he can let go of his caution, regardless. <br><br>"My original question still stands, though. It'd be useful information to have." The more they know about any enemies they have or will make the better. Especially when they're lacking support and gear. Adan's speaking up has Fen's attention directing to him, almost like a dog looking at a bone he perks up, happy for any excuse to ignore the executioner in their midst. "Yeah, well. You get used to not being spoken for." He's not bitter. Nope. Not at all. Not even a tiny bit. <br><br>"Huh." Fen muses, mulling the words over in his head. "Hard to imagine they'd be disappointed in <em>you</em>." He finally manages, breaking out of his musings to give Adan a bit of a flirty grin. "I... can get wanting to hold onto the past, but well..." He seems to struggle for words, gnawing on his bottom lip. "There's only so much you can change or go back to, right? Eventually you have to realize nothing is forever. Gotta get used to rolling with the punches." He shrugs, well used to a certain sense of chaos in his surroundings. Few things--or people--have really been around Fen long enough for him to even consider permanency. <br><br>"My family?" Fen balks, unused to talking about himself. "Well, yeah. The mortals got that part right, at least. They're... around, I guess." He hunches slightly, staring ahead as he walks. "We all have our problems; we're not exactly the best liked of the bunch." It's clearly something of a touchy subject, one that he tries to speak little of. "I hope they're doing okay..." He mutters, before shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. They have their lives, I have mine. Only way forward is, well. Heh. Forward." He keeps putting one foot in front of the other, just hoping they'll get to a city eventually. Hermes at least seems to know where she's going. <br><br>The flower chick's seeming lack of knowledge makes Fen hesitate, weighing his words. Part of him wants to bark out a laugh, but well, they're allies of some form for now. Equally, he's not sure what to say. Trying to keep his biases in check, he finally decides she might as well know what his history is. "He is, or at least was, an executioner of people like us. The Elysium sent him out to hunt down Celestials. And he did. Again, and again, and again." Fen shrugs. "He was quite successful." Nope, still not bitter. <br><br>"He's... supposedly changed." Fen offers, grudgingly. "Anything else, well. Ask the man yourself." Picking up the pace slightly, the tension in his frame speaks as loud as his words that the subject is Closed(TM). After a moment's thought and the comment on slowness from Hermes, he takes another long look at Adan then shifts down between one step and the next, two feet becoming four as he runs after Hermes, picking up his pace and quickly out-ranging all but the quickest of them. He's content keeping his silence until they make it to wherever they're going.<br><br>Wherever, of course, turns out to be Phoenix. They're nearing the borders of it before Fen bothers to change back, patting himself down and brushing the sand off. "At least they didn't drop us <em>too</em> far out, I guess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>03-07-2019, 03:17:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/gctqCME.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ramzi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805161#msg14805161)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Arizona<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark pants and boots, with an open faced robe.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Contemplative, receptive<br><hr>There was no doubt in his mind that the question Fen had asked was <em>not</em> at all meant to spark an esoteric internal chain of thought. He had never been asked what he <em>wanted</em> to be called. He’d always been called Ramzi. That name had been given to him, he had no say in it - which was not to say that he disliked it, factually until this moment he had never given it any real thought. Now he could be called anything he wanted. “<strong>Ramzi will be fine,</strong>” He settled on, a few moments later that revealed the question was one he had to think about. With that thought tucked away, and the feud seemingly settled for now, his mind was free to consider the question that had been asked.<br><br>“<strong>Banishment isn’t really a suggestion, rare as it is. I don’t know that trying to make our way back is the right course of action. But… We may have lost our ability to travel between the realms, but the realms are all connected. Cracks between them, secret passages and hidden pathways. If we could find one we could in theory make our way back, but those ways are rarely without their own dangers.</strong>” He explained, following along with the rest of them. His hands folded in front of himself again as he mellowed and entered thought. “<strong>But if we are discovered, and if we made our way back to Elysia we almost certainly would be, we are likely to encounter… resistance. The position of arbiter was unique and created for unique situations, but the Elysium has many enforcers. If an attempt to undermine their declarations is made, they will send those enforcers to enact a more severe punishment. The Elysium is not known for being forgiving. They will not see homeless Celestials trying to get home, they will see traitors attempting to break into Elysia and respond accordingly.</strong>”<br><br>Quite followed and he continue to think. He watched the interactions of others curiously. He listened to the way Fen described him to Korey. Was that how all saw him? Likely. It might have bolstered a more prideful man, or wounded a man of weaker will. For Ramzi it was an interesting thing to hear. He’d never describe his role like that, and it had certainly never been described like that to him. But then, those on the outside knew less about it. “<strong>However, our time here should be uneventful. Of all the realms, Gaia is the most peaceful. There are general accords between all of the realms to leave it be. Our presence here is an odd anomaly, if looked at in the long term. They will be looking for a reason to act. Banishment is a… I know of no one that has been banished to Gaia before now. When the Elysium enacts a banishment, it is usually to another realm to which they have wronged in the extreme. It gives them the ability to display mercy to the people, but stay favored by the other realms by turning the case over to them to resolve. But Gaia is a realm that doesn’t interact with the others like that.</strong>”<br><br>Ramzi realized that he was rambling and closed his eyes for a few steps. “<strong>To your question... When and if we attempt to make our way back, and it is discovered, we will be opposed. There will be no warning, the enforcers that are sent for us will be out for blood. And once that ball is rolling, it will not stop. If they send agents to deal with us, and we prevail, they will just send more agents. We will be inviting war with the platinum legion, and if needed, worse things at the Elysium’s disposal.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>03-07-2019, 09:26:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">AMURIKA</div><div class="spoiler_body">FUCK YEAH</div></div><br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br><strong>?Mood:</strong> Confused. Bright eyed. Bushy-Tailed. <br><hr>A studious gaze turned on the horizon, her thoughts rolling over every word Fen had to give. It seemed it was <i>his</i> turn to gain her scrutiny this time. Korey appreciated his willingness to tend her questions, and for as antagonistic and mouthy as he was, she felt he didn't really mean much of it in the end. He was certainly the most prominent of personalities present, at the very least. Unfortunately, of all he had said thus far she felt considerable amounts of important details were missing - on the topic of Arbiter <i>and</i> otherwise. "Celestials?" She blinked slowly, unfamiliar with the term - or at least in the way he seemed to be using them. "Why would the Elysium send him out to destroy stars?" <br><br>Korey frowned. "I feel like I'm missing something." A lot of something, actually. "And I'm not particularly certain why we should even want to <i>go back</i>." She found herself glancing between Ramzi, Fen and Nico curiously. "<i>You</i>," She gestured towards Fen. "don't seem particularly attach to the world you came from at least. And you," She turned towards Adan. "You even said you and your family don't exactly see eye to eye. They even find you disappointing."<br><br>"What ever reason they banished us here, Ramzi is right. If we even attempt to go back we might as well be starting a war." Kingdoms don't typically let exiles back with open arms. "We could even end up causing problems for the people we actually <i>do</i> care about if we try." After all, who knew what lengths these overlords would go to in order to keep them at bay. If they didn't just kill each of them out right, that is. <br><br>"So why return at all?" She posed the question to everyone, even the effervescent Hermes. "Why not just stay here and turn this world into our own little Haven?" Maybe she was the odd man out, but she was actually excited at the sudden freedom.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>03-07-2019, 18:31:14</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Fen | Hermes | Ramzi | Korey <br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, ????<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, golden rings<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Isolated<br><hr><br>Adán returned Fen’s glances – and noted complements – with a courteous smile and a nod.&nbsp; It’s a friendly, if perhaps formal and lightly casual gesture.&nbsp; Given his short history with the wolf and his words, it was safe to say that Fen was rather in touch with baser instincts.&nbsp; Fortunately, none among them seemed to be food, so no jaws had snapped.&nbsp; Ramzi, as he now self-identified, certainly seemed to be at once a foe.&nbsp; The claws certainly came out, albeit briefly.&nbsp; Food, foe and… yes, there was another ‘f’ that came not-too-discreetly to mind, which first Niko and now himself seemed the focus of.&nbsp; It was clearly open hunting season.&nbsp; You can take the man from the wolf-pack, but it seems the wolf-pack stayed with the man, yes?<br><br>Adan’s more self-amusing thoughts got caught off guard twice-over.&nbsp; First was the matter of Hermes and her continued frenzy, now brought to life with the buzzing sounds around her.&nbsp; He made a noticeable wince at the aural field she created.&nbsp; Perhaps the night sounds of the desert – chirping, rushing air, and the stray animal howl – were somehow uncomfortable to her?<br><br>Ramzi provided Adán a second reason to interrupt his thoughts, his brow furrowing only briefly as he moved to parse his words through the musical threats of a ‘vengabus coming’ (… at least he had to assume that they were threats?&nbsp; It sounded like a very bad thing to have coming.)&nbsp; Korey’s opinion seemed supportive of Ramzi's stance; he had to admit that they were perhaps more logical than his own muddled, if inescapable instinct.<br><br>”I’d say we have all in our own way already seen homes that we’ve had become lost, change.&nbsp; Loss is familiar.&nbsp; That is not quite the issue.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Adán continued to walk the path set by Hermes, often flanked by Fen, as he pursed his lips, offering.&nbsp; ”I have questions, though.&nbsp; Though I might not be popular with my family, that does not mean that I don't owe it to them to try and find out if our removal was, in essence, a necessary step in a larger plan.&nbsp; Surely there was reason for this exile, even if we were only test subjects to see if others could be quietly removed without resistance?”&nbsp; Adán froze in his steps for a moment, adding with a near bitterness under his breath.&nbsp; ”And if nothing else, I owe it to the fallen to see what on earth they did with my Tecpatl.&nbsp; I meant everything to those who created it; they gave everything left of themselves to see its creation.&nbsp; I know well enough to not grab on to things that time has rendered dust; I question truly if it is that time, though.&nbsp; I owe it to the fallen to question that.”<br><br>Adán continued, almost atypically solemnly, more like a child who had been told by an adult that they had aged out of their favorite faded blue baby blanket than a Celestial.&nbsp; “If nothing else it would have been a cornerstone for a new home, a piece of one place connecting one to the next.” &nbsp;Adán adedly lowly with a shrug, “Or then again, perhaps it is truly lost…”<br><br>It was the kind of thought that gave him a slight shiver despite the warm desert night that stretched across the landscape and creeped through his dark hair.&nbsp; He stared at the outskirts of the city as they got closer, an alien place to each of his previous concepts of home.<br><br>“I guess this is rolling with the punches…,” he spoke, deliberately using Fen’s casual dialect.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2019, 18:17:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/88b07ab227b637470703a7cf81441059/tumblr_pds842HJxK1r09d6po1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanoo-no-Mikoto (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805157#msg14805157)||Niko Uchiha<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gaia, Unknown<br><strong>?Wearing:</strong> Swimming trunks<br><strong>?Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Momentary anger then reflective<br><hr><br>Ramzi accepted his apology after some mild hesitation. He used diplomatic words but to Niko it felt that all was not 'water under the bridge'. It didn't matter really. He knew he meant the apology and only time and effort would bring trust between them if that were ever to happen. They were vastly different people he and Ramzi. Ramzi was always silent and thinking. He, as noted by many friends and adversaries alike, tended to speak his mind regardless of the consequences.<br><br>Adán was also a man of few words but when he spoke they rang true to Niko. Thank the seven seas they started walking towards something! Standing still and debating every action and repercussion was getting them nowhere. What would happen would happen. None of them were oracles, so at best they were guessing. Hermes' shoes began to sing, that made him smile. It broke down the quiet between their sporadic conversations and filled it with music. "I usually find place names are named after something or someone. I have read on the phoenix, it mirrors one of the four sacred beasts from where I come from; Suzaku – Guardian of the South." he said in response to Hermes' musings.<br><br>Listening to Fen define the role of Arbiter made Niko's eye twitch for a second. There was almost no way that the relationship between Celestials and the Elysium was ever considered on a happy or positive note. The Elysium&nbsp; hunted, judged and murdered. That was it. There were arguments that some of the Celestials deserved it by going off the rails but there were also as many arguments saying they didn't--current company's case in point. So far none of the people here understood the nature of their wrongdoing or that they even committed a wrong doing. Their stories were remarkably similar in being rounded up, judged and then dumped her on Gaia. Ramzi was part of this organization or he had been up until just recently.<br><br>And then Ramzi went on about how many Enforcers the Elysium had and how difficult it would be to get back. He painted a rather bleak picture, especially since none of them were operating with their items or at full capacity. Not only that it sounded like they were basically just waiting for any kind of misstep from this group in order to blast them from on high. <br><br>When Korey asked if any one of them wanted to go back and looked at him he found himself shaking his head. "After the picture Ramzi just painted of the Elysium basically waiting for us to just hint at wanting to return in order for them to have all the excuse they needed for their Enforcers to strike us dead...uhm...well no. Not really. I mean what am I really going back to? It's rather clear to me that I have no friends or even allies back home. At best I make it back and I get dumped into another desert at worst I go down fighting. It hardly seems worth the effort for whatever small gain. I think I'd rather measure my options here first." There was a possibility that he'd possibly go back to Muramassa to have a few items of power forged but perhaps an enchanted smith could be found here too.<br><br>Niko wasn't a coward. He'd fight any fight presented to him. He also wasn't an idiot who just needed to fight for no reason. He searched&nbsp; himself and found very little interest in heading back to his former home. "That said, if someone wants to head back to their home, I'm happy to help them get there." he addressed Adán here who wanted some answers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Banished] Nowhere &amp; Everywhere</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>14-07-2019, 15:48:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">08.17.2019, ~3pm, 98degrees, NE Wind ~8mph<br>Phoenix, Arizona, United States<br></span><hr>No more than three hours travelling through the desert puts you at the sprawling edges of Phoenix. In the distance a large cluster of taller-than-the-rest buildings stand proudly as monuments to humanities self-perceived ingenuity. To beings who have existed on Elysia however, they are a pale substitute for the great spires that dominate some of the courts.<br><br>Even as you step into the city limits, the moment your feet first touch the pavement of a sidewalk, you know <em>something</em> is wrong here. There’s no indication of danger, or what it might be. But it’s the hairs on the back of your neck… Along your arms. They raise in a way they shouldn’t in this heat. The feeling is easily ignored and forgotten, but for one tiny instant it’s there in the back of your mind before it fades away entirely…<br><br><hr><hr><br><em><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Please continue this group travel scene, and any scene’s meant to take place in Phoenix at large in the new: <strong>Phoenix Arizona (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307768.0)</strong> thread. This thread can continue to be used for anywhere else, and private scenes that you don’t want to break the flow of other stories. That is, if your scene doesn’t fit anywhere else, it belongs here. You should also feel free at this point to start breaking off and exploring individual scenes. If you require GM presence for anything, poke me in OOC and we'll figure out what to do.</span></em>
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