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Tuesday, November 4th, 2013 | Day 45 : 1/4 | Music | Location: Inverloch, Australia| ooc:​

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Adam was holding his breath under the bed, trying not to freak out or make a loud noise. He knew Joslyn/Azazel was awake by all the movements, and Joslyn speaking to herself. He didn't want to get caught. It would be the worse time to.​

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It only cracked! I stabbed at it four times and all it did was crack it​

I said it should work, not that it would. Maybe if you had gotten the obsidian dagger like I told you ... ​

I couldn't get it, the group is in a chaotic mess right now. ​

What do you want me to do Adam? That's Seraph blood in the compass. I can't touch it.​

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Adam took a long moment to think about it. If the obsidian dagger was what was going to make it break, he needed it. Who knew if Henrik would even bother with cooperation at this point.​

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I don't know, can you get me another dagger?​

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There was another moment before Danel spoke.​

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You'll have to meet me somewhere.​

That's fine I can get away from this group for enough time to.​

All right. Keep your ring on. I'll find you soon enough.​

Fine then... ​

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Now he had to worry about how to get out of there. Going back the way he came seemed impossible, and he almost gave up thinking of a way out, until he remembered he was on the floor. He figured he could just sneak out that way and wouldn't be detected.​

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Adam do not put too much force on yourself you cannot handle it yet after your little stunt!​

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Adam ignored Semyaza and took a deep breath and felt his body go numb and sink through the floor. He opened his eyes under the bed of the room directly below in the hotel. He quickly checked to look, and the people were still sleeping, he quickly moved and used that same power to get through the door. His breathing got heavy as he grabbed his head.​

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What did I just tell you?​

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Adam staggered over to the stairs and ran up them, as he ran past Joslyn and Iris' room, he grabbed his bag that was outside and ran to his room. He went inside and sat on the bed, grabbing his head suppressing a scream, "What the hell is this?"​

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Over-exhausting yourself.​

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Adam fell back onto the bed only to pretend that he was still asleep, if Joslyn started knocking on doors he'd be there ready. But now his head felt like it was going to explode.​

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"Goooooood Moooorrrrrnnnniiiinnnggggggg!"
Context: Brandon woke up that morning with a start and feeling raring to go. He certainly wanted to get this show on the road. The whole, finding everyone else in the group. Going to deserted islands, flooded cities, rocky areas that don't actually have a real beach but people can wash up onto them anyway. Man, it'd be awesome to do anyone of those while looking for the group. As such he bounded out of bed and yelled....what was said at the beginning. Brandon wanted to be sure, though, that everyone in the room got out okay, since some seemed to be injured. Not to mention there was no way he was going to burn his day in a lobby waiting for these people to get up. If they weren't waking up on their own, especially after that proclamation, he was making 'em get up.

Richard woke up on the island, rather uncaringly. The ground was not the best place to sleep, that was for certain, but it was still a place to sleep nonetheless. He stood up and stretched out, looking around and noticing everyone else still passed out. Jeez, when did he become the first to get up? Regardless Richard felt that something was probably going to have to be done today on this island, whether it be exploration or some plan of escape. He was fine sleeping for the whole day, but he'd much rather do it indoors. In a bed or on a chair or something. Not to mention the others were probably going to be wanting to do something...what a bother this situation was.

 

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Tuesday, November 4th, 2013 | Day 45 : 1/4 | Music | Location: Inverloch, Australia| ooc:​

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"Goooooood Moooorrrrrnnnniiiinnnggggggg!"​

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It hadn't been 20 minutes maybe and that screaming only made his head worse. Adam grabbed his head in pain and coughed, he felt tears roll out because of the pain but he quickly rubbed them away and he sat up and threw a pillow at Brandon aggressively and whispered, "Don't yell."​

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He moved his hand down and his eyes focused on the finger he had accidentally stabbed. How had he totally forgotten about that? He got up as fast as he could and walked over to the bathroom and held his hand to the finger and tried to use the mist again before he was interrupted.​

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Wow, you really aren't listening to me? Wrap it up instead of healing it, it'll look like you got it from the boat being capsized... do I need to baby you?​

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Adam glared and went out of the bathroom, and put his hand in his pocket. The cut just happened to be the same hand as the one with the ring so he didn't have to put both in his pocket. Adam grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder and grabbed his head and mumbled, "If you need me I'm heading outside for a second, I need fresh air. I'll be back in the lobby."​

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Adam left the room and headed to the ground floor and headed to the back part of the outside of the hotel. If he had a cigarette this would have been the perfect time to smoke. Adam closed his eyes to help with the headache, but it wasn't working. At least he was alone now.​

 

After Brandon had made his proclamation of "wake the fuck up" proportions, the first person to actually wake up was Adan. Only something seemed really off about him. Brandon was usually the last to notice anything, but something being wrong with Adan was blatantly obvious. He clutched his head, kind of like he was in severe pain and more so tears started coming down his face. He heard Adan mumble something, and then he proceeded to throw a pillow towards Brandon. Brandon did not have much time to react to the pillow toss at all. And while he was lightning, he was not as quick as it. As such the pillow had ended up hitting Brandon square in the face, making him stumble back a bit, and then fell harmlessly off his face. Jeez someone was definitely cranky.

Eventually Adan did some business in the bathroom, and then left the room. While Brandon had resolved to stay in the room and wait for everyone else to wake up, he felt genuinely concerned for Adan. Sure getting hit by things from people was a given whenever Brandon did something like this, and he was totally fine with it happening, so the pillow was not why he was concerned at all. Instead Adan seemed to be in some great form of pain and it looked like it probably needed to be checked out. Couldn't have a bro on the team feeling bad now could he? As such, Brandon reluctantly left the room and went to the lobby. Once there he walked outside to where Adan was and asked, "hey are you alright? You didn't seem so good back there." Brandon wasn't just gonna leave a bro alone in pain, no siree. He would even take him down to a drug store and buy some painkillers for him if need be.

 

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W E A R I N G ✚ S O L V E ? ✚ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ TIRED ✚ DAY 45 ※ 1/4 ✚ DATE ※ 11/04/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ YANAKIE, VICTORIA; AUSTRALIA​

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WHEN Leo woke up, he knew that there was something completely off and that he was with only one other person. That person wasn't either Hay Sun or Joslyn. In the grogginess of his tired, slightly stressed mind, he [ almost worriedly ] thought about how he hoped neither of them ended up with Adam.

The other person had instead been Vincent; the albino waiter from Rome who Leo knew to be a flirt but didn't care to know otherwise about him. He had figured that it was some time around early morning when he came to and it was very cold, though he tried not to pay attention to it as he pulled out his phone from the securely zipped pocket from his drying pants.

⎧The Bass Straight.⎭

With a small bit of struggle, Leo lifted Vincent's unconscious body, heaved it over his shoulder, and then began to walk. If they stayed out any longer, they were going to get sick. That was really the last thing he needed.

Luckily enough for them, they had washed up near a road that circled farmland. It had taken over an hour or two before there was any semblance of civilization, but once they arrived at an out of the way house, Leo knocked on the door. An elderly woman answered and nearly jumped out of her skin upon seeing him. Feeling too tired for antics, Leo calmly [ with a hard tone that left no room for argument ] his situation and the woman's maternal instincts had kicked in.

After setting Vincent down on a bed in the spare room, Leo followed the now-chatty woman around while she fussed over them, and then he collapsed in the kitchen.

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When he came to again, Leo was immediately aware of his extreme body heat and a cold compress on his forehead. He was wrapped tightly in blankets and there was the potent smell of some sort of herb cream rubbed against his chest and neck.

⎧. . . I have a fever.⎭ he thought tiredly. ⎧I'm sick.⎭

Vaguely, Leo wondered if Vincent was awake yet and whether or not he was sick. Where was Hay Sun? Was Joslyn with someone trustworthy, or not? Brandon was probably being either troublesome or useless to whoever he was with. He wondered which of the group didn't know how to swim.

The door creaked open and there was a humming as he closed his eyes to feint sleeping. This feeling was . . . strange; he found himself remembering his childhood during the times he was sick, when his mother would fuss over him [ but quietly ] and keep him in his bed all day. Those days, he always thought, were some of the best, and Leo had gotten over any and all of his sicknesses in no time.

His mom would sing to him, Hay Sun would come in and talk for hours about her delinquent day, and his dad would bake him sweets and make him coffee or tea. During those times, Hay Sun would tease him and call him a pretty princess, but then their mom would berate her, and after his sister left, his mom would whisper that he would always be her noble little prince.

She died when he was fifteen.

Leo blamed all of this on the fever. He wouldn't be thinking about it otherwise.

Hopefully Vincent would wake up soon so that they could start finding out about the others and meeting up with them. Until then, Leo thought while he listened to the woman's humming, he would let himself be delirious with his fever and think of a time where he didn't hate himself.​

ιllιlı.ıl L lııl E lııl O lıιllιlı.​

 

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Waking up to the pain felt wondrous, it was such a refreshing feeling and Alistair could only chuckle as he woke up to the sensation. The worn out and torn white suit was no long suited for him and since he was in hell it wasn't like he could really order his usual suit. His room had a set of clothing and Alistair smirked as he noticed the suit placed away. The fedora was gone but he would have to make due with the suit he had. Placed on his body, Alistair walked on out of the room and smirked.​

Regulus was not in his room, but Alistair could actually figure where the man would have been. There were a couple of options for him to follow at the moment and though he was looking forward to another class with the kiddos, Alistair figured it would be best to see how the professor was doing. With that he walked on and headed into operating room and smirked as he noticed the man inside "Figured you'd be in here...dang, like the look" Alistair said crossing his arm as he leaned back on a nearby wall and crossed his arms.​

The sound of the door opening had hardly caught the attention of Regulus at the moment. His focus rested upon the room and upon the items that were left in the room for use. Regulus merely picked up a scalpel and raised it up to his face to stare at before his eyes shifted over to where Alistair was and stared at him from the mask that covered his face. "Of course...this is the only room that has caught my attention at moment" Regulus said calmly before placing down the scalpel and turning back his attention to the other items before him. If what Temeluchas said was true then it was most likely that this room along with the training room were the only two rooms that Regulus would only care for in the depths of hell.​

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 45 ⦙ 1/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ November 05, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Norman Island, Australia [Shore] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Richard, Heinrik, Hay Sun ❖​

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Shivers wracked her body, but on the inside, she was burning up. Flames licked at her feet and no matter where she stepped, a trail seemed to follow. Her blue eyes followed the trail behind her and something black and feathery flickered behind her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder to see a large pair of black wings. Her eyes widened and she spun. The wings fluttered behind her back and she rubbed a feather between her fingers. They were really there. Xathanael looked down to see her clothes had changed. She wasn't filthy or wearing a jacket anymore. Her hands fumbled over her body in search of Luria and when she found him in her hair like she always did, the wand transformed as soon as she touched it.​

The sword glowed and she looked around for the reason she would be here. This was no ordinary dream. She knew it instantly. A twig snapped and she spun back around, Luria outstretched. ❝ Who has summoned me? ❞ she called out. It was the simplest way to get to the bottom of this. A figure stepped out from around a tree and fire continued to burn at her feet.​

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❝ Xathanael. My apologies, ❞ came the voice of Gabriel.​

Her dark brows raised and her blue eyes gazed skeptically into Gabriel's green ones. ❝ I'm surprised. I thought after what happened with Ariel there would be no further contact with you. ❞ She gave the Archangel a dark look and just received a simple shake of the head for a reply. ❝ What is it? ❞​

❝ That is why I am contacting you through your dream. I cannot risk going back to the mortal world. Even now is pushing it. ❞ Gabriel took a step forward and Xathanael stepped back. The Archangel of Messages paused and looked at her with confusion. ❝ Xathanael, you need to start acting like your old self. I know that all these years with the humans has changed you, but if you do not begin to act the way you once did, I fear you personally will be doomed to fail. Perhaps not your mission, but definitely you. ❞​

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Xathanael felt a chill run through her body, even with the fire burning at her feet. ❝ Gabriel, I do not think you are in any position to tell me how to behave. If anything, I should be the one lecturing you. You are going to end up just like Ariel if you do not butt out. If this is all you wish to say, then I shall be waking up now. ❞ She held Luria high and the sword's blade began to glow.​

❝ No, no. There is something else. ❞ she interrupted. Xathanael lowered the sword and it began to dim down. ❝ I believe you should tell Raziel the location to Leviathan. I know you know. We could use the beast to our advantage this way. You could tell me. ❞ the Archangel insisted.​

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She opened her mouth to speak, then froze. Her blue eyes narrowed on the angel in front of her and raised Luria to her throat. ❝ You are not going to fool me. Did you honestly think your pathetic act would trick me? ❞ Xathanael took a step forward and tightened her grip around the hilt of the sword. ❝ Show yourself! ❞ she demanded.​

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There was a flicker and the image of the Archangel morphed into a man with brown hair and salt and pepper wings. He tapped his finger on the tip of the blade and gave an approving nod. ❝ I'm impressed you figured it out so quickly. ❞ There was a smug grin on his face and Xathanael thrust the sword forward. ❝ Oh why even bother Xat? It's not like you can actually kill me here. I'll be seein' ya. ❞ Danel waved goodbye and the world seemed to shatter.​

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❝ Wakey, Wakey. ❞​

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Her eyes fluttered open and Hana looked up to see Henrik and Richard already awake. She glanced to Hay Sun who appeared to still be out of it. She shuddered from the chill she had been feeling while asleep. Hana rose to her feet and dusted herself off. The bed she made the night before was a pretty poor excuse of one, but it was better than nothing. Henrik already looked to be at work on something and Richard was just ... well, being Richard. She exhaled and gave the French - Korean a nudge with her foot. They needed to get a move on. The mainland was across that strait.​

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Hana looked to Henrik and chewed on her bottom lip. ❝ Did you think of anything during your watch last night? ❞ She noticed the star mapping on the beach and approached it, careful not to step on any of the dots. ❝ This must have taken a good deal of the night to do. ❞ she commented. Hana was actually pretty impressed by it, but her mind was too far elsewhere for her to care that much. She couldn't stop thinking about the others. There was a serious uneasiness over Joslyn's safety. The most Hana could hope for was that she didn't wind up alone. The others would hopefully be okay as well.​

She dug the toe of her shoe into the sand and gazed out towards the water. There was a feint shoreline in the distance, but it was far too great to swim. Last night she had only been humoring herself with the idea of someone actually being able to swim that distance.​

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Danel stood down the street and rolled his eyes. Honestly Adam couldn't seem to do anything right. Now he couldn't even get himself alone for five minutes. He sighed. Danel tossed the knife into the air and caught it as it flipped. It was an identical copy to the one he gave Abaddon over a month ago. Now, he was giving another to Adam. There was a debate with Lu over whether or not he should take a second from the Weapon's Room. Her faith in Adam's competency was nonexistent. Danel flicked his wrist and began to approach.​

FREEZE!​

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He stood in front of Adam and rolled his eyes. "Honestly Adam, you couldn't get alone for two seconds?" Danel clicked his tongue and eyed Brandon who was frozen in front of his face. He held out the knife to the kid and waited for him to take it. "Don't screw up. If you get stuck, I can't guarantee I will be able to help you." He snapped his fingers and disappeared.​

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Tuesday, November 4th, 2013 | Day 45 : 1/4 | Music | Location: Inverloch, Australia| ooc:​

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When Brandon had spoken and Adam realized he had followed them, he found it extremely annoying. The one time he is followed is the one time he didn't want people acknowledging his existence. Fortunately, Danel had stopped time when he gave him the knife.​

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"Honestly Adam, you couldn't get alone for two seconds?"​

"Hey. I tried. Usually I am not followed."​

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Danel held out the knife to him and Adam took it as Danel spoke, "Don't screw up. If you get stuck, I can't guarantee I will be able to help you."​

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Adam had time to put the knife in his bag before Danel disappeared and time continued. He tried to keep in the same position he was when Brandon was talking to him, but he had no idea. Adam took a breath and cringed a bit and looked over at Brandon, "Oh um, I'm fine I just have a really bad headache." he slipped the ring off the hand in his pocket and kept it in his pocket, remembering that it was still bleeding.​

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Adam zoned off for a moment thinking about the dagger in his bag now. He was now using the same type of weapon that ended up killing that boy that was in this group before him. Was his name Shaun? He didn't remember and didn't really care, and killed Bonnie. Some of the ideas of it freaked him out. What if he accidentally cut his finger or something? Was he doomed to slowly die?​

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Adam stopped zoning out and looked back over at Brandon. ​

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ CONFUSED ✖ DAY 45 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 11/05/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ NORMAND ISLAND, AUSTRALIA • SHORE
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It felt like she had been sleeping for the better part of a century after her bastard of a brother had basically put her in a fucking coma back in Russia. Whenever she saw that douche again, she was going to kick his ass.

Hay Sun felt something nudge at her side and she wanted to grab it, twist it, and hear it crack so that it would leave her alone. If there was anything she hated more in an already-shitty situation, it was being rushed. Unfortunately, all of her limbs and muscles were too tired to move and the most she could manage was a weak, low growl and the shifting of her eyelids to be opened.

❝Wh - . . .❞ she tried, but her mouth was unbelievably dry and so she kind of opened and closed it without sound, looking like a fish. Shifting, she carefully licked her lips and tried again. ❝Jun Tae . . . ?❞ There was no response where there would usually be some hum of response or cool sounding reply. ❝. . . Red?❞

Wincing, she slowly began to prop herself up on her elbows and then looked around. Just a few feet away was a group of three; Red, Heinrik, and *Rinsommeillé. They were all on some shore, and Hay Sun slowly began to recall a slow rocking motion, yelling, and loud thunder. Australia had been surrounded by storms, and their boat was destroyed. All the men overboard.

. . . So where were the others? She worried at her bottom lip for a brief moment, thinking of Blanc, Mutie, Heinrik's wife, Paco, and . . . she even thought about Jun Tae, regardless of the bastard he was.

She cleared her throat and sat up further. ❝My head fucking hurts,❞ she complained in a murmur, wincing as she stretched herself out. ❝Where are we, and where are we going?❞​

*Rinsommeillé: French. An unclever play on the word
ensommeillé,which means drowsy, sleepy, or dozy.
A combination of the word ensommeillé and Richard.

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 45 ⦙ 2/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ November 05, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Norman Island, Australia [Shore] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Richard, Heinrik, Hay Sun ❖​

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Hana was still staring at the other end of the strait when Henrik finally replied. ❝ It didn't take me that long to make this. ❞ he admitted. She turned back to see him scratching the back of his head as he looked down at the star map. ❝ Hm... ❞ She nodded her head and looked back to the sea -- some way of crossing the water. Hana couldn't help but think of the wings in her dream and wish that they could just fly across. It would be so easy to stretch out her wings and kick off the ground, but there was one problem -- no wings. Those were just an image conjured by Danel. Her wings had been gone for two millennia. They were never coming back.​

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❝ We need to search the island in case there's any nearby ships. Hitch a ride if we find one, if not... ❞ Henrik's voice came from behind her, but she did not turn around this time. ❝ Well I hope none of you get seasick. ❞​

Was that supposed to be a joke? ❝ At this point, I believe seasickness is the least of our worries. ❞ If anyone made a big deal about getting sick over two kilometers of water, they would need to deal with it on their own time.​

❝ Oh and stay away from anything too brightly colored. ❞ Where did that come from -- bright colors?​

Hana shook her head and turned around to see Hay Sun finally conscious. She looked disoriented and tired, despite not waking up yesterday when they wound up on the island. Hay Sun cleared her throat and sat up further. ❝ My head fucking hurts, ❞ she complained in a murmur, wincing as she stretched herself out. ❝ Where are we, and where are we going? ❞​

❝ We were marooned on this island after the boat went down in the storm. We are trying to get there," she pointed across the strait, ❝ to the mainland. We should split up in pairs. Two people search the perimeter of the island for any signs of habitation, while the other two remain here in case help arrives. We don't have a way to commune properly with one another, so this would be the safest bet in the event that something happens. If it is anything major, then Hay Sun and Richard can set off smoke signals with their Hellfire. It will be strong enough for any of us to see it at any given location on the island." Hana decided she would stay with Hay Sun while Henrik went with Richard. The two men would walk while the woman waited and tried to formulate another plan. Hay Sun looked to weak to be able to do a perimeter walk and Hana felt she would be best here. It made the most sense this way.​

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 45 - 2/4 | DATE: November 5th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Inverloch, Australia

"What's wrong?" Iris had been woken up by her panicking. "What happened?"

"I-I think s-so-someone else w-was in h-h-here with u-us." The distressed teenager clutched the compass tighter. "So-someone tried t-to break the co-com-compass." She held it up to show the other girl the cracked glass.

"This is definitely bad. Someone wants to destroy the compass."

"Have you considered that one of your so called 'friends' is the one who tried to break it?" The demon's voice came out of nowhere.

"Indeeeeeeeeeeeeeed~ It's certainly a possibility that there's a rat within your grooooooouuuuuuuuuup~"

"But... There's no way..."

"Damn. You guys are right, it certainly is a possibility. We need to be really careful around the other guys in the group."

"But... That can't-"

"With the compass cracked, we can't afford to give anyone the benefit of the doubt. It sucks, but we need to suspect everyone of being a traitor until we find out who."

"That's-"

"Honey, that's enough. I know you don't want to think of anyone that way, but we have to. Someone trying to break the compass is serious business." Joslyn was close to tears at this point. "I'm sorry, this is only temporary. We just need to be careful, and look on the bright side: At least it isn't the whole group. There's only six others with us right now, so we've got it narrowed down a bit. We just need to narrow it down further."

A few minutes passed before the emotional girl said anything. "...And how do we do that?"

"Mmm, well, that's the problem. We could just wear it out there and see who comes at us, but that risks getting the compass destroyed." The girl silently nodded as she continued to listen. "No, we have to trick them into trying to get it from us." Joslyn held up the compass and inspected it, fiddling with the gold chain that lets her wear it. "Hmm... Hey, that chain is removable, right?"

"Huh?" After checking the chain, she found that it was removable. "Yeah, you're right."

"Hmm... Okay, take the chain off the compass." The albino youth did as the angel asked. "Okay, okay. I think this'll work. You still have your bag, right?" She was lucky enough to have her bag with her since she was holding onto it during the whole boat sinking debacle. Joslyn made her way over to where she stashed her bag. "Ok, good, put the compass in the bag and then put the chain in your pocket, but let it hang out a little bit." Joslyn did as she asked and let the chain hang out a little from her pocket. "Alright, we need something to stuff the pocket with to make it seem like the compass is in there. Umm... Damn... Look around the hotel room to see if you can find something." The girl went around the room looking for something she could stuff into her pocket to make it seem like the compass was still attached to the chain.

After looking around the room, she found a thick bracelet underneath Iris's bed. "Do you think this will work?"

"Perfect. Stuff it in there."

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Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 45 - 2/4 | DATE: November 5th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Old Woman's House in Victoria, Australia

As the Italian started to come to, the first thing he took note of was the pain he was feeling. It seemed like there was some damage done to his body somehow. He knew for sure that everything just hurt, though. As he opened his eyes, he tried to look around to see where he was. The last thing he remembered, the boat was being capsized. Now, he was in a strange bedroom. Somebody must've saved him, what a relief. As he tried to lift himself out of bed, he let out a groan. The pain wracking his body was hindering his movement. He lay back down and waited a bit before trying to move again.

He tried to move again, but this time he was stopped by a bout of coughing. Now that he was slowly regaining his senses, he felt like he was burning up. Was he sick? This wasn't good. Getting sick like this while the others are probably out there, doing God knows what. It was a horrible thing to think about and he didn't want to think of it any longer. He just kept laying there, trying to figure out just what the hell is going on now.​

 

After Brandon had asked the question to Adan something really weird happened. Adan's body just sort of shifted or moved around at an impossibly fast rate. Brandon was not entirely sure what he just saw and Adan's position hadn't even shifted that much, but it was still pretty weird. Despite that weird occurance Brandon decided to not bring it up at all as he figured he was probably just imagining things, awesome things no less. That little tangent aside, Brandon listened as Adan told him he just had a headache. Well that seemed rather...weird. Brandon had had his fair share of headaches, after all you don't just get hit in the head on occasion and not feel aches from it, but never had he been in such a seriously intense pain. Maybe there was something more wrong with him?

Brandon was going to ask but Adan seemed to sort of space out. Man he just seemed really out of it. As such Brandon decided to propose an idea of sorts to Adan. "Do you want to go and try and find a pharmacy or something and get something for that headache there? Don't worry, I'll pay for it. After all, a friend in pain is just not a good thing."

 

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Tuesday, November 4th, 2013 | Day 45 : 2/4 | Music | Location: Inverloch, Australia| ooc:​

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"Do you want to go and try and find a pharmacy or something and get something for that headache there? Don't worry, I'll pay for it. After all, a friend in pain is just not a good thing."​

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He appreciated the friend comment, he wasn't going to lie, and he liked the offer he tried to make, but he had no idea what he'd even get for this kind of headache. He could play along or something by taking medication, at least it'd look like he'd appreciate the help. Although he really would if medicine actually helped it. Then Adam remembered the wound on his finger and thought about it better.​

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"Maybe... I think we should see if there is a pharmacy open somewhere and get medication and some stuff for wounds, since some people still look bad from the shipw-" Adam closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to get the headache to settle down for just another moment. After a brief period of silence he said, "Maybe I'm dehydrated? We should get bottled water or something... others might be too... did you wake up the girls on the way here so we can try and get a move on?" ​

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The headache came back again and this time he felt like he was going to throw up and he whispered to himself, "Bloody hell..." then after he shook his head a bit and looked over at Brandon with concern, "Are you alright from the wreck? You seem to be alright but I can't tell.."​

 

Oh right! Water was always important to drink. If one didn't get enough of it then one would be feeling pretty bad. And the thought of trying to get some help for the others was quite a good one as well. Brandon had completely forgotten that others might've been completely wrecked by the ship wreck. After all Compadre was acting like Old Man Wizard Gandalf on their large walk here to Inverloch. However, how was Brandon doing? "Me, I'm doing right as rain!" Brandon was not in the habit of letting others worry about him, and as such even he had been banged up at all, he would do everything in his power to not show it. The bruises on his arms were covered by his jacket sleeves and his perseverance, not to mention it wasn't like you could treat bruises.

He then rubbed the back of his head and said, "whoops, forgot to wake up the girls. But I'm sure what with all of the other three guys at least one of them is awake and could alert the girls. If not I'm sure they're as bounding and ready to take on the day as the both of us are. Anyway, let's get going." Brandon and Adan ended up driving around the town to find some sort of pharmacy and thankfully they found one that wasn't totally destroyed. Man, Inverloch sure was a convenient place to be. After the two had gathered the necessary supplies for the rest of the gang, they stopped at a general store, still miraculously open, and got some snacks and drinks for the rest of the gang. After handing a water bottle over to Adan, the two ended up driving all the way back to the hotel and waited around for the others to get up and get going before they could do their daily antics.

 

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Did you say today is November 5th? I know the year is 2013... The 45th day of what? I know the day is 2/4 over. I'm in Australia...on the move. I'm wearing casual clothing. I have nothing else to say.​

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Alice, Lauren, and Mikey were all sitting on the roof of the house that they could not leave from. It was still flooded, and the loud noise froma couple days ago, turned out to be a tree that had destroyed the exit to the house anyhow. Emergency helicopters were circling and Mikey kept trying to get their attention. They weren't aware the storm had stopped the day before, and now that they were sure, they wanted out of there as soon as possible.​

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Alice clung to Lauren tightly, and in return she leaned her head against her head. Lauren was in a bit of shock on her own as well. She didn't think it could do this much damage. After a few more minutes of this, Lauren stood up and walked over next to Mikey.​

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"Maybe we need to shoot something?"​

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Mikey's eyes widened as he looked over at Lauren and spoke, "Excuse me?"​

"You know, in those rescue movies, they shoot something. Fireworks I think, from a gun. I have a gun if you have a firework handy."​

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Mikey stared at her in disbelief for a minute longer before flicking her in the forehead and walking away from her on the roof replying, "That is a signal flare that comes from a flare gun. Not a firework from a gun."​

Lauren walked towards him roughly and spoke, "So pretty much the same th- AH."​

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Right on cue the roof underneath gave out and she fell through it. Alice let out a shriek and Mikey cautiously made his way to the hole and looked down, "Ay. Fruitloop. Y'alright?"​

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Not a moment after Lauren gave Mikey the thumbs up from the floor of the attic and stood up to rejoin them on the roof. On the way up, Lauren grabbed Avery and her dingo, Doug, and brought them up to the roof. Mikey looked like he was ready to kill her and yelled, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING THEM ON THE ROOF."​

Lauren gave him sad puppy dog eyes and spoke, "They need air too..."​

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A loud roar of a helicopter came and Mikey waved frantically, Lauren joined. When it looked like the helicopter was about to pass, Alice stood up and pulled a red sweatshirt out of a bag and threw it to Mikey, who started to wave it like a flag. Lauren put two fingers in her mouth and let out a sharp whistle which made Alice and Mikey block their ears.​

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"Mate, they ain't gonna hear that!" ​

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Right on cue, the helicopter went back their way and Lauren shouted, "Aye mate, they did!"​

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They hadn't heard her whistle. There was no possible way that could even happen. All of them only managed to salvage a backpack, and Alice held onto Doug while Lauren held onto Avery when they were lifted. If it wasn't an emergency, they would have immediately taken Doug and Avery away. Fortunately, they were a bit forgiving.​

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They were transferred to a port town and they all took a boat to mainland Australia. Alice had recharged her cellphone and was frantically trying to get into contact with her family. Lauren sat next to her pets in a happy daze, glad that they were all at least still alive.​

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Lauren got up and leaned over the edge of the boat, and Mikey was standing nearby to make sure she didn't fall out. She leaned pretty close to the water to look at what was underneath it. It had been a while since she went to the mainland.​

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After a few minutes Alice turned over to Lauren and spoke, "I can't get a hold of my family... can you call yours?"​

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Lauren cringed and spoke, "No..."​

"Please?"​

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Alice gave her this long look of sadness and Lauren took the phone from her and called up.​

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Spoiler: Phone Call

Hello?​

Ay... mum?​

Who is this?​

It's Laur...​

Lauren! Y'alright! We were worried sick.​

Yeah...​

They're evacuatin over there in Tasmania. You comin here?​

Um... I dunn-​

You should come here hun!​

...fine mama I'll be there... I'm with my... roommate and coworker.​

We can't wait to see you sweetie! G-day!​

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Lauren hung up the phone and handed it to Alice and Mikey, "We're heading to my parents..."​

"A-right... is it the same drill as usual?"​

"Yeah..."​

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Mikey looked over at Alice confused, "What?"​

"Her parents are homophobes... they don't know we're married."​

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Mikey wrapped an arm around Alice and spoke, "I'll pretend to be your guy if ya want?"​

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Lauren walked right up to Mikey and punched him square in the face, he fell down holding his nose yelling, "Aw hell! What are ya-"​

"You can't pretend to be a guy you already are one... unless there is something you aren't telling us, mate?"​

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Mikey blinked at her and Lauren grabbed his shirt saying, "AND STOP TOUCHING MY WIFE."​

"Lauren calm down please!"​

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Lauren rubbed her fist and looked over at Alice sadly, "I don't wanna go back to Birdsville..."​

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After a couple of hours, they finally docked in Foster with many others, who all waited for a transportation out of there to go further inland. Lauren wandered about a bit, looking at the damage Foster had also taken. Alice told her not to wander far, so she only wandered a couple of streets away, with Doug on a leash with her.​

 

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"Equality is it?" Alistair said walking around the operating room as he glanced down at his own hand as the bladed began to come out of his skin and return back into his body. The two took the time to tell each other what they knew, learning whatever was needed. Since the two were going to be working together and whatever they could learn would only benefit them. It was only now that Alistair was learning the motive for the Dark Angel, but he never really attempted to find out. It was intriguing to say the least and he knew there was surely more to it then that. "So, you said you needed me before all this shit occurred, figure that need is now over but please satisfy my curiosity" Alistair said sitting down on a swivel chair backwards and rested his chin on the top of the back.

Alistair was much more energetic than he used to be, but regardless the change was nothing big in Regulus' eyes. He knew that perfect business man self was soon to crumble, he knew that it wasn't the true self of Alistair. The two shared their similarities, but like all human shared their differences as well. There was still more to Alistair, one that was not being shown yet. Regulus closed his eyes and finally decided to answer the question that was brought to him. "I needed you to deal with the birth of my child. With my situation it would have been impossible for me to do so. The child's growth was abnormal and I needed someone to deal with it for me" Regulus said.

The mere moment that Alistair heard that Alistair's eyes widened immediately "YOU GOT LAID?!" Alistair yelled in disbelief as the chair he sat on fell forward and Alistair collapsed on the ground. Rising to his feet Alistair began to laugh as he fixed back the chair to it's upright position and sat back on it. "Oh man I never knew you had it in you" Alistair said before resting his elbow on the armrest and merely rested his cheek on the palm of his hand before narrowing his eyes with a smirk "But you know.... your a real sick bastard...and that's coming from me" Alistair said closing his eyes with a chuckle. Things got a whole lot more interesting.

 

Spoiler: Arbitrary Self Training Post #8

Fuck intros!

Spoiler: Round 1

Sal was back in his dream world ready to train his powers once more. Since he had been there for earth and sun already, it would stand to reason that he'd now be having to work on his healing prowess. That'd help what with his body being kind of being bruised in the real world. Speaking of which, he wish he could do some more training in the real world. Was much more rewarding than this type, but oh well. Round one was beginning with an old really dickish foe spawning in. The shambler type. Well who else would be here in the healing trial? No more formalities though. Just action time.

The fight kicked off with the shambler acting like an ass and just firing off its tentacle spikes in a continuous stream of pain. There were three to be counted. It wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before, though he usually was either much faster or much stronger when he was dealing with this kind of an enemy. All Sal could do was dodge and weave back and forth to avoid the attacks from the shambler type. Sal had gotten into the rhythm though, so just three was not enough to bring him down, not even touch him. Once he was comfortable dodging this shambler's attacks, Sal then decided to go in for the kill.

He started running forward, dodging as he ran. Dodging while avoiding, though, was significantly harder to do as opposed to stationary dodging. Sal was not deterred by this regardless, and kept getting grazed by each attack. It only took a little while, but eventually he made it close up to the shambler and it switched back to its mix up spike attack. Sal avoided the first set of two, next up a set of three, then a set of four. He wasn't going to allow this thing to do anymore, nor did he really care about getting hit by the spikes, and just punched the shambler in the face, killing it and getting slightly stabbed in the process.

Spoiler: Round 2

Sal was slightly riddled with holes, and was bleeding a bit. It wasn't entirely the greatest feeling in the world, but Sal had gotten used to it though. Pain wasn't just really a deterring factor towards the carefree man. Case in point was his lack of flinching at all during the regeneration process. He realized the strategy he used right now was actually pretty risky and that it should only actually be used in close quarter situations. Otherwise running without any care towards getting impaled would just get him a loss. And while Sal was sure that it would advance the rounds regardless, Zachariel probably wouldn't count it if he just gave up and died each round. There was a point to this training after all.

The shambler spawned in and almost immediately attacked right off the get go. Sal didn't even have time to have a bit of a monologue about this thing before it started attacking him. This time it was five continuous tentacle spikes attacking him at once, instead of three. Sal tried to dodge all the spikes this time and was still easily able to avoid the attacks without getting hurt at all. This was still going to be a rather easy round, as it was only the second one, but Sal was easily able going to kill it regardless.

Sal started off with a regular sprint towards the shambler and kept at weaving around all the tentacle spikes. This time, it was obviously more challenging than against the three spike one, but he was still able to manage. Getting slightly cut here and there on his run over to the shambler he began his shingeki no shambler. The shambler stopped going continuous once Sal was there and started going into its usual spike melee manner. Sal wasn't even really caring about the attacks this time, dodging them that is, and decided to just go in a kill the shambler. He was hit by five spikes all at once towards his abdominal area, but he didn't really react enough to it for it to stop his fist from punching the shambler dead.

Spoiler: Round 3

Well two of them had already been beaten down and clearly they were still in the early stages of Sal being able to handle everything that was being thrown at him. He didn't feel like that would last much longer really. Maybe this round and then he would be presented with a situation that was going to prove to impossible against him. But for now, he was going to continue just fighting as he always had. He stretched a bit and then noticed the new shambler spawning in for a battle. Nothing special about it just yet, so Sal was just going to kill as he had all others.

The shambler started the round off by firing its tentacle spikes off at Sal. This time it was a total of seven continuous spikes. Sal started to dodge around these spikes only to realize that this was a lot harder than any of the other shamblers before it. He was getting nicked a bit from the attacks anyway and he was just standing still in this scenario. Well this was certainly going to be a difficult win to pull off. Granted he had already beaten this thing before so Sal was quite confident in his ability to take on this shambling mess of a monster.

He started running towards the shambler, continuing his dodging maneuvers while doing so, and going around all the tentacle spikes coming at him. It was quite difficult to get around as well, Sal was getting cut up from the attack as he charged forward. Eventually he did make it up to the shambler and was then met with the close range attacks. Normally Sal would just take the attacks and just head in, but his body had already taken damage from the attacks prior so he didn't want to get killed this round. Dodging around all the close range spikes as best he could, though still getting stabbed once or twice, Sal punched the shambler in the face and killed it.

Spoiler: Round 4

Sal stood there as the familiar feeling of healing, that had been neglected to be mentioned in the last post, was happening on him once again. Oh how he loathed the feeling of muscle repairing but hey, it was better than keeping the holes that he had. He looked over to see the next shambler forming in and noticed that the gimmicks were going to begin. This shambler had a golden aura encompassing it and golden eyes to match. Well that was going to be a problem. He had already dealt with power and regeneration, but now the ways he had dealt with those were now against him. He was now going up against speed.

The shambler kicked things off by immediately using its long range spikes to come and kill Sal right off the bat. Unlike last times seven, though, this one was only three. One would think a reduction in numbers would mean that it was easier. Only these three spikes were moving at a much faster rate than all of the others. Sal was caught off guard by this sudden speed burst and was cut by each spike that was sent at him. He tried to continue to dodge the attacks and was still being cut by it despite his best efforts.

Sal decided to say **** it yolo and just charge at the shambler. It was a really, really bad idea. Sal was not exactly ready for how much more of a trouble that dodging while moving was going to be against this being. He was trying to get into his usual dodging groove, but was getting sliced through much more than the seven spike one had managed to do. Eventually Sal had been attacked enough that he stumbled from the wounds and was eventually impaled multiple times by all three of the sun spikes. Sal fell down, bleeding and ended round four.

Spoiler: Round 5

Sal had been lying there, bleeding out from his stab wounded hole ridden body, when he felt the familiar feeling of healing once again overtake him. It was quite the painful and agonizing process, but Sal was minding less and less each time it happened. He would call himself a masochist for it, just sort of apathetic towards it. After everything was said and done, he stood up and got himself back together, ready to take this sun shambler on once more. He had the feeling that he was going to lose this fight as well, for some sort of oversight, and then win the round after that. Oh well. Sal got ready to bring this shambler down and begin round five.

Round five started the same way that round four had. It was firing off the sun tentacle spikes as it had before, but Sal was more prepared for it than he was last time. However, Sal was infinitely more prepared for it than last time, meaning he actually knew what was coming up this. He dodged as best as he could from the attacks but it clearly wasn't enough. The tentacle spikes had still been able to cut Sal and was bleeding a bit. He was going to need to get going soon if he was going to win against this being.

Sal decided to go in and try to run towards the sun shambler as he had last time. This time however he was able to dodge more fluidly than last time, though still got cut by the spikes regardless. Dodging this thing was incredibly hard work man. Sal eventually made it past the shambler's attacks regardless and decided to get ready to punch the shambler down and beat it completely. However, the oversight came in. The sun shambler started attacking with its close range mix up attacks and was infinitely harder to deal with. Sal tried to dodge set after set, but they kept wounding him and he just couldn't handle it at all. Eventually the spikes managed to overwhelm and completely impale him.

Spoiler: Round 6

Sal lied there, bleeding once more, unable to move. This feeling of healing was there and his regeneration was coming back. Man this agony related to getting "killed" by these creatures was really starting to lose its edge. Now it was just plain bothersome. Oh well. Sal now had all the info he needed to bring down this stupid shambling beasty. His speed was pretty terrifying, yes, but at least now Sal got the rhythm of dodging it down and knew just how it fought now. He was going to go and beat the shambler this round, and that was going to be a fact.

Round six started with the shambler attacking as it normally would. All three consecutive sun tentacle spikes were heading at him, one after the other. Sal had gotten his dodge down and was able to successfully avoid most of the damage as opposed to the other rounds he had fought this thing. Despite the shambler attacking him continuously with these spikes, Sal was not deterred at all. In fact, he was just now getting ready to totally bring this shambler down once and for all.

Sal began his yolo charge towards the sun shambler and was met with the same kind of resistance as last time. As such Sal continued with his dodging ability to get out of the way of each of the attacks. He was still getting cut up by the attacks, and could feel the attacks slowing him down, but nevertheless, he had been able to finally get up to the shambler and begin his melee dodging. Sal would probably just have let himself get stabbed by this thing, if he wasn't afraid of it basically being able to stab him faster than he could punch it. As such he jumped back away from the shambler as it began its close range spike mix up. However, once it missed it moved back to the long range, which Sal took advantage of and punched the thing, killing it instantly.

Spoiler: Round 7

Sal was quite confident with his killing of the sun shambler. Not everyday you're able to bring down the most threatening of the creatures that he had to fight. On speed...well, enhanced speed not the drug speed. Regardless, Sal was feeling ready to take on the next set of beings he was going to have to fight until he inevitably lost. But that was for another time. There was two of the creatures forming in the wisps. Out spawned two shamblers. One was a sun shambler and one just seemed to be a regular shambler. This was going to be difficult. Sal then realized he had an aura of his own around him. Sweet, healing auras. Well this was going to be quite the fight.

The two shamblers started the fight off the bat. The sun one fired off its tentacle spikes faster than the regular shambler, and the regular one continued to attack anyway. Sal had to dodge the attacks, but it proved to be more difficult than one would actually think. The irregular timing of the attacks made the rhythm necessary to avoid each of the attacks much much harder than it usually was. Sal was barely able to dodge the attacks, but they didn't hit too hard.

That was when Sal realized something interesting. The places he was getting cut at, no longer had wounds on them. Man this healing aura was awesome. Sal made use of it and decided to just yolo charge the two shamblers at once and decided that in this scenario, the more dangerous one would be the best one to get rid of first. As such, Sal booked it towards the sun shambler first, and was getting cut up a lot more than before. Dodging this irregular timing of attacks was proving to be quite difficult, but eventually Sal made his way to the sun shambler and was able to punch the sun shambler in the face, killing it. Unfortunately, he was getting a lot more injured than usual, and his healing aura wasn't fast enough. That didn't matter though, with only one left, Sal was able to beat it easily, despite his injuries.

Spoiler: Round 8

Sal was quite happy about that victory. Good lord this healing aura was useful. Sal had grown quite used to this kind of abuse that he was taking and was glad that he could mitigate even while the fight was going down. Suddenly, the healing aura just intensified on him until his entire marred body was healed. The aura then settled down and went back to its usual rate, and he got ready for the next battle that was going down. He watched as the next round of combatants came into the picture. Out came the wisps of darkness forming two shadow type and one sun shambler. Here it goes.

The battle kicked off and was going to prove to be quite troublesome. The fight started with the sun shambler attacking like an ******* and the shadows charging around Sal. Sal, obviously, started dodging the threat at hand, but continued to try and pay attention to wherever the shadows were going to. The shamblers attacks were soon just being instinctively dodged as Sal was now able to fully focus on wherever the shadows had ended up going.

Sal realized that the thing he had to do in this scenario was take out the shadows first, because if he did his yolo charge at the shambler they would almost definitely screw him in some way shape or form. However, they weren't moving. That was a bit of a problem. So Sal decided to go with a rather odd strategy. He charged forward towards the sun shambler and then immediately stopped in his tracks. This caused the shadows to charge forward, thinking that Sal was going for a full on yolo charge. Since he was stopped, though, they overshot their attack and left themselves vulnerable to Sal, who just punched them the **** out. With that out of the way he ran towards the sun shambler, punched it, and killed it instantly.

Spoiler: Round 9

Sal had felt fairly awesome about that win. It required his quick thinking and wit in order to win so it wasn't everyday that a win quite like that one came around. His healing aura intensified once more to provide his entire body with a sort of instant regeneration and when that was all done with, Sal's body was ready once more. Now all that was left was getting the actual fight underway. He had a slightly bad feeling about this round, but he would just roll with it. Out came the combatants for this round, a sun shambler and a sun beast. Well this wasn't going to end well at all.

Round nine had started off with the sun shambler attacking as it usually would. Sal got into his stationary three spike rhythm dodging, but knew it was not going to last forever. The sun beast, probably one of the most terrifying of the enemies that he was going to have to fight. It was doing its usual charge, but doing it at a much faster pace than it normally would. That was going to prove to be extremely bothersome. However when the fast paced beast did make it towards Sal, he jumped away from it, so that the beast was now in between him and the shambler.

The beast, however, was not giving any ****s about this. Once it missed it did something Sal wasn't expecting it to do. Charge almost immediately after the first one missed. Being unable to react in time, Sal was taken off guard by the charge and thrown back from it. The beast then decided to go for some good old fashion teamwork. It ran towards Sal, picked him up, and threw him away. This would normally just hurt, but now Sal was being picked out of the sky by the sun shambler attacking him in mid air, thus ending round nine.

Spoiler: 10

So here it was. The loss that he was expecting because it usually happened that way. Huzzah for scripting. Sal picked himself up off the ground after his massive amount of healing allowed him to do so. Again, dying was just not a fun thing to happen at all. He turned his attention to his two opponents that he was to fight. They were quite the annoying ones to fight, that was for sure. Oh well. Sal was going to be able to take them down as he had done with every other opponent he had to go and fight. With all preparations out of the way, Sal got ready to dance...metaphorically speaking.

The round, round ten to be more specific, kicked off the same exact way as it had before hand. The sun shambler fired off all of its spikes as it did usually and the sun beast ran towards him at that same accelerated speed that it did last round. Sal did his usual song and dance of dodging around the spikes. He did the same thing he did last time against the sun beast that he did last time. Jumping back to avoid it and causing it to be in front of the sun shambler again. Now he needed to be smart about this part. The beast did the same kind of charge as last time, which he reacted to accordingly.

Sal ducked down and kicked the sun beast in the leg, causing it to get off balance. With the now toppled sun beast, Sal did the only thing he could. Take out the sun shambler. He yolo charged it, as he usually would, and was able to bring the sun shambler down. However he took too much time to do so and was met with a sun beast tackling into him, causing him to fly forward a bit. Sal's back was hurt now, but he was feeling it get regenerated at the moment. Picking himself back up, Sal kicked at the beast before it was able to attack him again. Sal continued to bring the hurt down on the sun beast, going on momentum of attacks alone to do so, and finally beat the beast and ended round ten.

Spoiler: Round 11

Well he was feeling quite well about himself. Being able to successfully bring down even more super challenging fights. Man this was quite the rank two challenge he had to go through. He also felt like the healing aura had been slightly useless during this time, but realized that without it he probably would've lost of blood loss or something like that. Oh well. He was starting to have fun in this. Sun was such an interesting aura to fight against, simply because it was the same things only a lot faster. Now the wisps were forming a group of three for Sal to fight. Two regular beast types and one sun shambler type. Well here went nothing.

Round eleven started off with being quite the different round. Sure Sal had to do the average dodge the whole sun tentacle spikes thing, but the two beasts charging him did make things different. Sal had to think quickly about how to deal with them alongside the sun shambler and he knew just what to do to bring them down. As they charged him, Sal jumped out of the way of the first one and got behind the second one, making it so that the sun shambler couldn't attack him.

The two beasts decided to just charge at him regardless, but Sal was able to duck and roll to the side so that they just comedically ran into each other. Good old slapstick. Sal immediately put himself behind them again so as not to get skewered. Sal kicked the beasts together and then charged forward towards the sun shambler. Ducking and weaving out of the way, Sal had been able to beat down the sun shambler and turn around to avoid the average speed beasts. Sal brought down a beat down upon them and then won the round.

Spoiler: Round 12

So, Sal had a pretty bad feeling about this upcoming round. Obviously, he was going to lose it. Why obviously? So that he could win the round after this and keep consistent with the pattern. Sal was still going to fight it regardless, and go down fighting. He watched what spawned in and realized why he'd need this round to figure out their dynamic. It was a sun shambler and two regular shamblers. That was quite the horrifying team he had to deal with. Spikes for days really. Oh well. Here went nothing.

Round twelve started with a lot of tentacle spikes. If this was a hentai you'd know exactly where this was going...only these stabbed and not raped. Sal avoided the spikes back and forth and got into his rhythm for dodging. Only it was a much, much, more difficult rhythm to get into. There two sets of timings that he had to keep in mind. One that dealt with high speed and one that was just slower. Not to mention the slower one was being fired off by two shamblers as opposed to just one.

Sal was getting ready to go in and then he decided to just go yolo charge them. He started running in and tried to dodge as he was being attacked by a large quantity of tentacle spikes. They cut through him at any given moment, and his healing aura was not able to keep up with the wounds at all. Sal was getting slowed down by this attack and was just not able to finish it off at all. In the end, he was slowed down too much from his wounds and got impaled multiple times by multiple spikes from multiple shamblers, thus ending round twelve.

Spoiler: Round 13

Okay so that could have gone much better than it actually did. It could've gone way better really. He was trying to figure out what to do against these tentacle spike onslaughts, and if he was going to lose the next round to a new form of beings, then he was going to have to beat this round with excellent grace. So he had to bring them down and that was that. His attention focused on the three shamblers he was going to have to fight and he was going to have to do it fast. Or else he was just going to get ****ing wrecked again.

This was how the round would normally go. Sal would get attacked by the three sets of tentacle spikes from the shamblers. He was going to dodge and he was going to get impaled. It would be because he didn't have a proper plan and thus would suffer for thinking that self regeneration and his reflexes alone would be able to stand up against them. He would be dead wrong and he would lose because of it. As such, he decided not to go with that doomed to fail method. Instead, he decided to do one kind of method he had never done before.

For once, the shamblers did not make the first move. Sal basically yolo charged right off the bat, and ran straight towards the enemies he was fighting. The shamblers seemed slightly confused by his instantaneous charge but nevertheless they went right off the bat to firing tentacle spikes at him. Sal was able to dodge through most of them, only suffering some damage, before being able to get in their face and punch the sun shambler down with relative ease. With the true threat out of the way, Sal was able to comfortably dodge the next two shamblers and beat them down with relative ease, thus ending the round.

Spoiler: Round 14

Here it was the. Penultimate round once more. The round he was basically going to get his ass handed to him by a combination of all three of the basic creature types, while they were using the sun aura. He then noticed that four wisps groups were forming in. Out of them came a beast type, a shambler type, and two shadow types...and they all had a sun aura over them. This was going to be quite the difficult uphill battle indeed. Sal got ready and stared them down. Here went the loss round.

The round kicked off with **** hitting the fan fast. Sal was immediately getting attacked by the sun shambler tentacle spikes and was having to avoid them in order to not get skewered. It was not having any sort of yolo charge right off the bat and so Sal had to keep on his toes. The other things wrong with this round were that the sun beast immediately just charged at him, and the sun shadows were ludicrously fast. Jeez, speedy speed types were quite hard to keep track of.

As such, Sal went into to try and win as best he could. He ducked down and kicked the sun beast in the shin. The sun beast was then knocked off balance and Sal went in towards the sun shambler. He stopped midway as he had against the last shadows and was expecting the same thing as last time...only they were able to adjust themselves and attack Sal at a much faster rate. This attack knocked Sal back a bit, only for him to be tackled down by the sun beast and thrown towards the sun shamblers spikes, getting impaled and brought to near death once more.

Spoiler: Round 15

Well it was time for the final round of the healing rank two set. And as such, Sal had to be sure to win this fight with all his heart. His healing aura had super intensified once more and he was getting himself back up on his feet. After all the pain and agony of the healing had finished, Sal was ready and raring to go against these four enemies. It was going to be quite the challenge to actually pull off a win against them, but hey, he had to do so if he wanted to stick to the ****ing loose leaf sheet of paper.

The round started off the exact same way as it had last time. The sun shambler was not allowing any preemptive attacks, and as such, fired off as many sun spikes as it could towards Sal. Next was the sun beast charging straight at him and then afterwards was the two sun shadows going at record speeds around him. It was then that Sal decided about the order in which he'd fight these things. And in the end, the order in which he beat them would prove to be the difference between winning and losing.

The first thing that needed to get beaten was the sun beast. Its juggernaut strength and sun auraed speed would only prove to be extremely annoying to deal with. As such, Sal didn't do the duck since he knew how these beast types worked. He jumped back as the sun beast slammed forward and then Sal went in to go and kick the things ass. Keeping himself aligned with the sun shambler so that wouldn't attack him, Sal was eventually able to bring the sun beast down through sheer momentum and fortitude of will. After that was over and done with, Sal ran forward, straight towards the sun shambler. He then stopped midway and jumped to the side, outstretching a hand. In it, he was able to catch a sun shadow and then promptly beat it out of existence. Sal continued to go forward, doing a short hop up and slamming his feet down to kill the other sun shadow, when finally got to the sun shambler, killed it, and made a new orb appear from their remnants. The orb was light green colored and as such, Sal touched and absorbed it ending the dream sequence.

Spoiler: Round 1

Okay, so the dream sequence didn't end. His wounds healed, yes, and his aura was now gone, but the dream sequence was still going on. Well this was going to be quite the fight he was going to have to go through to another rank of something else. What exactly could he be doing though? It was at that moment that a black orb appeared in front of him and a hilt protruded out of it. Sal decided to grab the hilt and pull out the baselard that it belonged to. Oh? Was he going to go and get another rank in his sword skills now? The two beast types spawning in certainly seemed to think so.

Sal looked at the beast types as they charged straight towards Sal as they would in any other challenge. Sal got himself ready for the fight and knew he had to do something against them that involved his good old baselard. Wouldn't be the first time he had to deal with two at once and wouldn't be the first time he had to deal with a beast type with his baselard. Sal avoided the charges by jumping backward and started gripping the knife tighter.

The beasts were not pleased with Sal's dodging of them. He charged in forward a bit, sidestepping a punch coming at him on the way there, and proceeded to go all ghetto on those mean mothers. He slashed one beast in the face, causing its eye to burst a bit, then ducked underneath a punch and slashed at that same one's stomach. The beast then came falling down a bit, and so Sal ended it by stabbing it in its back, killing it. Sal proceeded to then dodge the other beast's futilely muda muda attacks and proceeded to slash around and kill the other beast in one graceful effort.

Spoiler: Round 2

Sal gracefully got back into position and tossed his knife into the air, playfully. Catching it on the way down he spun it around and was really wanting to get ready and raring to go for round two. Fighting with a weapon was just so much easier and more fluid than just plain old punching ****. It might make him seem like a badass doing that, but hey, who was he to deny the great gift of weapon. He then saw the next opponents destined to fall by his blade spawn in. Nothing more than five shadow types. That was going to be quite the effortless battle.

Round two of the second set kicked off with the shadow types sprinting at Sal post haste. These things were quite easy to kill, yes, but their ability to speed past him made things a bit troublesome. They started by circling around him and two at a time going into rapid succession to attack him. The kept kicking off of him, slightly causing him pain, and he was getting a bit annoyed by it. He gripped the baselard tighter and was getting ready to bring down his knife skillz on them.

He had gotten into the rhythm of getting hit by them, so that he knew when he was going to get hit by them. As such when the two coming at him bounced off, he knew the timing he'd need to fight the next two. So when they did come, Sal was ready and waiting, simply slashing down the shadow type and his friend with the baselard. The next three got a bit wary of him and as such...attacked all at once. Their logic was weird and fallible and so Sal was able to easily cut through all three of them as they drew closer to him and killed them all at once.

Spoiler: Round 3

Well that was a rather easy round just as the last one had been. These sword rank rounds seemed to be quite relaxing and may indeed be just what the doctor ordered for him...granted there was no doctor here so it was really just his own opinion on it. Sal twirled the baselard around in his hand waiting for the next batch of baddies to show up. Baddies hmm. Were these actually villainous and vile creatures that Zachariel was having him purge? Probably not, they were probably just artificial illusions created with the sole intent of training him while he slept. Oh well. Here came the next two creatures, the two shamblers.

The tentacle spikes came flying out and went towards Sal with their usual intent of completely killing him. Sal, as such, decided to go into his usual rhythm of dodging ****. It was a tried and true method and with the reach of his extremely limited sized blade, he was most likely going to end up dealing with them the same way he ended up dealing with the shamblers without a weapon. Just up close and personal Eventually Sal got bored of easily dodging these attacks and went in.

Before actually yolo charging them, he decided to make his path a little bit easier. As such, he slashed at the tentacle spikes and broke them, giving him a clear window to rush in. As he was running in, Sal did a pseudo dodge and block attack hybrid thing towards the shamblers and eventually made his way to the close range position to fight the shambler. It was quite easy to beat as he could just break the things spikes and then slash through it to kill it. Sal didn't even bother attacking the second one and just threw his knife towards the shambler, killing it upon impact.

Spoiler: Round 4

Sal casually sauntered over to his baselard, that was just sort of chilling on the ground and picked it up, getting ready for the next round. This whole sword rank business was kind of ridiculous in Sal's opinion. Sure, Zachariel was a freak when it came to this kind of stuff, but locking his ability to use a sword was a tad excessive in Sal's opinion. Then again he wasn't the all powerful archangel, so he really couldn't do much about it. Oh well. The next set of enemies spawned in. Two knife types, how interesting.

The two knife type creatures were probably going to be a difficult challenge to overcome simply because they had blades...and some armor. But mostly the blade factor. The knife types sort of cautiously walked towards Sal, lying in wait for a perfect time to strike at him. When they got close enough they started to circle around him and get ready to hit him with their blades. One of them jumped towards Sal, and Sal was able to easily block the blade with his knife. The second one, however, took advantage of this opening and cut at Sal.

Sal was able to disengage and get back enough to only end with a cut on his back, but still, it showed that these two were actual threats. As such, Sal walked forward and started to attack at one of them and struck through its arm rather easily. That was only because it was beginning its own attack and brought its blade down towards Sal. With its incredibly short reach, though, Sal was able to easily back step it and cut through the knife type's throat, killing it instantly. With only one left Sal exchanged a few blade clashes with the thing before he was able to finally cut through it and kill it as well.

Spoiler: Round 5

Now that those two were over and done with Sal was only able to wonder what would be the next set of enemies he'd have to fight would be. One could only imagine when fighting in some sort of weird dream world that seemed to have differing enemy types out the wazoo really. It was then that a new creature spawned in. One clad in more armor than the knife types, actually covering the body. Not to mention it had something even more interesting about it. The blade coming out of its arm was longer than the knife types. Well, this was going to be quite the different fight.

The round began with the short sword type enemy walking towards him, looking like it was actually ready to be fighting blade against blade. Sal was slightly intimidated by its longer sword, but hey, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. The short sword type then sprang out of nowhere and lunged at Sal, narrowly getting a clean hit off on him. Thankfully, Sal was able to dodge the brunt of the attack and only come out with a small cut from it. Sal then retaliated against the sword creature by bringing down his baselard against it. The creature was able to block it with his short sword and pushed the blade back quite easily.

Now Sal realized that if he was going to beat this thing, he was going to have to out clever it. Sal decided to go in and try to fight the thing once more. He struck at it with the blade, only stopping mid cut. The beast had instinctively brought its own blade up to counter it, and thus fell for the feint. Sal then went in and cut at its legs, causing it to stumble a bit. He then followed up with a series of rapid attacks towards the thing until it had finally fallen against Sal's blade and turned into a black orb of darkness.

Spoiler: Round 6

Sal recognized the black orb he was looking at. Simply due to the fact that it had a hilt protruding out from it. The only thing it could be was another sword orb, like the last one that he had gotten. When Sal reached for the hilt it sank back in, leaving him partially confused. He then decided to stab his baselard into the orb. After the baselard was planted there, Sal pulled it back out to reveal that it was actually now a short sword. Nice! He had a real sword now. Guess all he to do now was prove that he could use it and it would be his. To start the proving of his worth of this thing, three beast types spawned in, ready to die.

The beasts charged Sal, and Sal stood there ready and waiting with his newfound sword companion. They charged at him and one by one tried to take him down. Sal was able to easily sidestep each one and retaliated with a cut towards each of the beasts. The longer range with this thing was certainly proving to be useful. The beasts then headed towards him and started punching at him. Sal was able to easily sidestep them and cut their arms off as they attempted to land a blow on him.

Now each of them missing an arm, the beasts tried to use some weird teamwork attack where they linked their arm with one another and started spinning around to get Sal defeated. Sal was not having any of this, though, and in stepped towards the chain. He then sliced between the two arms holding one pair together and sent the outside one flying off. Sal then rushed towards the other two and was able to easily cut through them now that they were crippled and down a man. When all the beasts were dead, Sal flourished his sword and got ready to go the next round.

Spoiler: Round 7

Man this short sword was way more awesome than he could've even imagined it to be. It was like seeing things in a whole new light as opposed to his short yet effective, Baselard form. Now all he needed to do was go through for more rounds of this ****. Oh well, how bad could it actually be? It wasn't like these were particularly hard rounds to do. Not to mention they were more or less just to let him get accustomed to being able to hack slash and kill things. And just on time spawned in seven shadow types all at once, ripe for the killing.

The seven charged at Sal right from the get go and he was wholly unamused by what was going to be another pathetic attempt at beating him from them. The seven tried to hit Sal all at once, but he was able to see this coming before they even started their attack. He side stepped and brought out his short sword. Slashing once, he was able to easily kill one of the shadow types and turned around to see the startled six. They were going to go down next. The six tried to circle him but he was being widely perceptive of their movements and was not going to give them an inch to go on.

One of the shadows charged towards Sal, to which he simply ducked down and sliced through it anyway. Five remaining. The next two decided to attack him all at once, from separate sides. This plan was thwarted by Sal cutting through the lot of them with a spinning attack of sorts. The last three had...vanished? Well that was new. Only that they had actually jumped and were now coming down on him, quite tenaciously he might add. Sal swiped his sword towards them and was able to cut through one of them quite easily. With only two left they tried as much teamwork tactics as they could, but in the end they too fell to Sal's blade.

Spoiler: Round 8

Here it was, the third to last round that they would be fighting. Only thing that made sense as to what would be coming up against him. It would simply be some number of shambler that would have to fall beneath his blade. Man he sounded pretty cryptically dark in this dream world area. Maybe though, that's because he was forced into doing an extra ten rounds as opposed to just the regular one set and done. Jeez, who did Skyheart think he was? Posting two ranku ups in one mega post. Oh well, the three shamblers he knew were coming up did indeed spawn and now he was going to have to deal with them.

Here it was, the three shambler combo that would normally prove to be slightly threatening to him. They all fired off their massive swarm of tentacle spikes at Sal, and of course, he began dodging. Just because he had a sword and was getting bored with this place did not mean he was going to start acting reckless. So Sal fell into a rhythm of nothing but spike dodging when he decided to see how effective his sword was at doing ****.

With the spikes coming back and forth at him, Sal decided to start slicing around with his short sword to break **** up. With all of the tentacle spikes shattering beneath his blade, Sal found it an ideal time to go in and start yolo charging them. With the the spikes continuing to go at him, even as he approached, Sal continued to just break them up with each sword swing. It made dodging them significantly easier just because there was a far lesser amount of them. When Sal had finally gotten close enough, he didn't really care enough to just dodge the attacks and just sliced through the shambler. He then moved on to do the same to the next shambler and then finished the last one off by throwing a short sword through it.

Spoiler: Round 9

Now that was a difficult round made easy by the fact of weaponry. He could see why Zachariel didn't let him always use his blade. It made things simply too easy to accomplish. He should really treat these kind of rank sessions as a reprieve from the normal humdrum of fist fighting. It was quite more enjoyable than just punching things. Oh wait, it was the penultimate round now, wasn't it? Well that was quite convenient. It just sort of breezed by him really. Now all that was left were three knife types. Well here went nothing.

The round began with the knife types bounding towards Sal in an attempt to try and seem...sneaky? It clearly wasn't going to work like that since they were in a completely open field of water ground, but hey, it's not like there was anything to hide behind. Regardless they continued their agile "stealth" approach towards him until they came close enough to actually have to fight the Portuguese fallen angel man. Sal walked over to his short sword and picked it up, brandishing it towards his foes.

They leaped one after the other at him, to which Sal simply blocked their advances and repelled them away. Next he started to send a few blows towards one, only for them to be deflected by the knife arm. Oh well. Sal continued to side step attack after attack from these things until an opening presented itself. With one easily open for attack, Sal was able to cut through it and end its time here in this session. The other two posed very little threat as Sal was able to easily block their assaults and slice through their bodies, thus ending round nine.

Spoiler: Round 10

Well this was most certainly it. Time for the final round to begin and clearly Sal knew what his opponent was going to be. If these enemies were following the same patterns as they always had then it would become quite clear to anyone what the next fight should be. But hey, a planning sheet is also fairly handy in its own right. Out from the spindles of darkness came his final challengers. Two short sword types. These were going to be quite difficult in comparison to the others, but oh well, maybe a little challenge to end this would be just what God's Command needed.

Sal went up against them almost from the get go and was going to easily bring these ****ers down. He would normally yolo charge them, but he felt doing that would get him easily killed. The two short sword types advanced on his position and were able to close in on him. Sal brought up his blade to begin what would most likely be a long and very effort intensive battle to which he would be blocking attacks left and right and having to beat the **** out of their blades.

The first attack was from a short sword type. All Sal could do was stop it in its tracks, and deflect the attack away. The second one then came up and tried to attack him, but Sal sidestepped that one as well. Now all that was left to do was try and end them himself. Sal struck at one of them but was blocked away. He then deflected a blow from the other one and went in to riposte against it. He then struck at the short sword with all of his might and killed it instantly. With that out of the way only one more of the short sword types remained and as such, Sal was able to kill it easily. Thus ending the dream sequence for good.

Sal awoke from his very long and arduous multi rank dream sequence that he had to go through. His body felt more sore than usual, though that was probably from having to stay there for an extended period of time as opposed to his normal length in the dream world. Sal pulled out his wand and had it turn into its baselard form. Next he turned it into its newly released short sword form. Well that was quite great. He was certainly fond of being able to use his sword as a sword now, instead of some magic dagger.

Sal pushed himself out of bed and looked around to see a broken window. Well how did that happen? Oh that's right. Sal ended up breaking and entering last night in a town called Foster. Man, that was quite the easy thing to do. Disaster time hotels sure were nice to break into. Sal casually opened the door to his room, that wasn't even technically his room, and walked outside the hotel to breathe in some fresh air. What to do today?

Sal decided since he had barely any moral obligations to attend to, and he was basically just waiting to be found anyway, that he would go and explore the town. Walking around the city was...not as enjoyable as it could have been, though he attributed that to the wet ground and disaster ridden city they were in. The thought of getting new clothes entered his head, but he didn't really think too much on that. Sal was lost in his thoughts as he continued walking until he bumped into a female on the street and went back a bit. "Oh my, I'm sorry Miss." Normally he'd keep walking on after that apology but he had this...weird feeling about this woman. Hm, wonder what that could be.