Pax RP

((Edit, Repost: WHOH, HEY HEY HEY. I was writing up my reply last night and just finished it now to see you guys had all gone off with out me. I guess I just need to punch in random placeholder letters to get you guys to post eh? :p))

((Original post: Interesting. The way I figured was if anyone tried to occupy the same space, they would just land in a direction next to the person. Since this would still take out Swix, and I never wrote anything down, Ill just have to use Raven's intended move... which still seems to take out Swix...))

The chasm:
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â–¼= Ravvy

As you plant your final torch, and the Jelly under your feet fades into clouds of acrid smoke, you have a sparce few seconds to share a guilty look with your fellow council member. Well, if guilt was your thing. Otherwise, no problems, you just won&#33;

Swix quickly falls out of view as you land and stabilize. The bridge around you begins to glow, and after a moment of absolute blinding sheen, suddenly reveals itself to be fully whole again.

"CHALLENGER ELIMINATED. YOU MAY NOW CLAIM YOUR PRIZE."

The field at the opposite end fizzles, and you hear a grinding sound. The lighting shifts noticeably... you feel like you can pass through.

Swix turned towards the sound of the Artificers voices, and simply stared at the robot with a very puzzled look on her face, her arms and extra limbs splayed out across the gel as though she were afraid she would sink-which she was.

Eventually she said "Raven's not a mortal" before she frowned, then shrugged "Work together, to retrieve the scarf? With you?... Alright"
She turned to look at where they were, then back towards the machine "Find anything interesting down here?"

Raven felt triumph swell in her chest and she allowed herself a bright grin. She was close to her goal. Oh how she dreamed, as she made her way to the other side of the field. She plotted and planned, assured of her own victory. Although Swix had fallen, Raven hoped she was alive. Considering the lack of death so far in this game they played, she doubted her and the others apparent deaths. It was not over.

But Raven had plans she refused to relinquish. Swix, she hoped, would join her in them once she got the scarf. Raven would not force her, she respected her fellow council member too much. However - she grinned at the thought - Swix would appreciate her plans, if she had not changed too much during Raven's absence.

Though maybe she'd keep some details from her.

She gazed at the area she thought she was meant to pass through, guard up, mind calculating. Steeling herself for anything that may come, she dashed through.

Raven would have that scarf, and no one was going to get in her way.

The Artificer tilted it's head ever so slightly.

"Not mortal?"

[PROCESSING DATA BANKS. SEARCHING FOR TERMS "IMMORTAL" AND "RAVEN"]

[...]

[...]

[NEGATIVE]

"That data seems to be missing..." The Artificer replied, almost distantly. "There will be time to retrieve it. Neural decoding is usually sufficient".

And painful, which would be all the more satisfying when it finally captured this... Raven.

"Well through the crack there is an amphibian possessed of some intelligence, more so than the last I encountered at least, and a long dead skeleton of some humanoid being."

"Uhhuh" the humanoid female said, staring at the robot whilst it seemed to be talking to itself, then finally addressed her point. "Through the crack huh? That's it?" she said, but carefully made her way over to the hole in the wall anyway, so she could see what was in there for herself. "Any idea how the skeleton died?"

"Speculation is all I can offer, however it would appear starvation or possibly impalement on a spike nearby." The Artificer replied as it moved to follow.

<big><big>The Finale</big></big>

You walk around the twisting cavern, one bend, two, then... you're outside?

"Congratulations&#33; You've made it all the way through and now you get to b-" The mysterious Old Man starts, before abruptly stopping at getting a good look at you. He seems a bit confused, as if expecting someone else. You certainly have no idea what he's doing here, and probably could have brushed off the whole thing if he hadn't mentioned the scarf. "Oh..? Who are you exactly? "

"I'm sure it really doesn't matter. You've beaten all the others, right? The robot too? That's pretty impressive&#33;"

You seriously don't know what's going in here.

"Shame we'll have to rough up that pretty face..."

And then suddenly... you seem to be upside down, with a rather intimidating set of extremely large white teeth in your face.

"Awwwh... You aren't Swix..."

You suddenly go sailing through the air, still upside down, until you crash painfully into the dirt.

"Relax my dear, I'm sure she, and the others will be along shortly. Unfortunately for you, my unintroduced friend, that kind of schedule means we will have to use a bit more force before you are co-operative enough to try on our clothing line..."

You feel an earthquake. It has to be.

Once more you are up in the air, suspended by a claw over the blue dragon Tetsu-ko. She seems to be wearing sn oddly satisfied grin for the task at hand... but then again that isn't all she's wearing.

You're in the air again, the Dragon rapidly shrinking as you are thrown carelessly away. That is... until a tree catches you right in the back with a foreboding crack.

You look up just in time to see a clawed foot rest inches from your face...

Raven didn't see her scarf. Where was her god damned scarf?&#33; Some old man was waffling away, talking about some elaborate trap he'd planned for some unlucky soul. She rested her hand on her hip and looked around, waiting for him to finish so she could get her scarf.

He said something about roughing her up, or something. Raven wasn't really all to sure. Him? Rough her up? It was laughable.

And then she was dangling. Raven blinked in surprise, her eyebrows shooting up and lips curving as she looked at the baby dragon, and saw her scarf. She almost began cooing at them both, cute as it was, until she heard the name.

Swix.

She promptly decided the man was either an idiot or insane, to threaten her Evil Council Elite. At that moment, being the highest ranking council member around, it meant that Swix was her ward – though no child, she was young by Raven's standards. Not that she would tell anyone that. Being eternally youthful had it's advantages.

And so, she growled. Only to be hurled into a tree with a brutal crack&#33; Raven gritted her teeth against the jarring pain – nothing was broken. She was of course, a demoness. She looked up-â€LINV&#33;†She cried, hands pushed against the tree and- WHOOSH&#33;

A blast of air propelled her inches below the foot, her hair blew out behind her and a vicious laugh bubbled from her lips. She landed softly a few yards away, laughing madly. “You send a baby dragon against me?†Her hands reached to her belt, where she unsheathed her two new daggers and twirled them in her hands briefly.

Other than the soft leather above the circular, engraved pommel to aid her grip, they was made of entirely Dragonglass. They looked as if they were fragile glass and a deep, dark purple colour – though still translucent for the most part. Black mist seemed to churn and write inside them, curses for any fools who dared touch them but her. The blades were slightly curved as a 170 degree angle, the edges were as sharp as – if not sharper- as a dragon's fangs. On the side of the curve, the blade -while looking at it flat-sided- looks as though there are jagged hooks curling out of the blade, the largest at the bottom about two centimetres tall off the blade's curve,and they grew progressively smaller as the went upwards. Their purpose? It was to catch and tear the skin as she removed it with her demonic strength, to brutally maul their bodies with a final tear.

It was partially why she was laughing. She had ordered them just a couple weeks ago, and already she faced a dragon with them.

Not that she would kill it. It was being controlled by the old man. She would retrieve the scarf before killing him – neutralizing the infant in the process. Dragon's reminded Raven of herself in her youth. She already knew how to do it, thanks to her trusty daggers.

With that, she lunged. Raven sped forward, air being pushing out of her way through no magic but her speed. Turning this way and that, her feet light as the air she'd commanded, she swiftly got in line and...THERE&#33;

“Linv&#33;†She repeated, hurtling her who body, daggers in position, towards the dragon – if a bit low to the ground. Her aim was to slam into it's viewable chest, avoiding the teeth. Not that a baby dragon could really hurt her. She would have scoffed had the timing been different.

"Right" Swix said, now inside the crack in the wall and looking around for anything that could give her a clue as to how to get out of here. "Spikes? What spikes? Also, don't you think it'd be kind of weird for someone to go to all that trouble with that jelly out there, so that noone got damaged, and there wouldn't be a way out?"

Unperturbed by the grisly sight, the woman decided to search what was left of the skeleton first before looking around the rest of the room with an opportunistic eye.

The enscarved Dragon lets out a startled puff as she loses track of your movements. By her feet, there exists a path of three talon scratches, where she had just a second ago tried to pick you up for one more game of Raven-toss. Of course, you had magic on your side.

With a surprised whimper, both blades tear into her chest, leaving two deep bloodied handles sticking out. She bats at your face with claws, staggering, before the old man once again speaks.

"What are you doing&#33;?" he cries out to you, angrily moving forward. "Dragon, avoid her attacks&#33; And hit her hard when you can&#33; Tetsu takes the suggestion immediately to heart, moving back and crouching slightly despite the pain. She seems to be waiting for you to make the next move...

Until she flaps her wings, and springs forward at a blinding speed. It's probably around here you remember the tree behind you... and being caught between the two probably isn't high on your to-do list.

The skeleton seems rather normal.

There are no apparent signs of why exactly he died... unless... wait...

Is it fake?

You get a weird feeling something seems a bit off about the texture of the bones. Other than that, and all the little bits of fabric caught in a breeze in this sealed off room of rock, you can't really think of any clues that may lead you out of here.

'Shit.' Raven really hadn't meant to stab the baby dragon. The more wounds it acquired in the battle with her, the less it would be able to assist her later. The dragon sped towards her - panic flooded Raven's mind, but her battle honed instincts kept strong. "Qanu&#33;" She shouted, voice resonating with the magic she invoked. Her arms rose sharply, palms upturned. The ground rumbled and a wall of rock shot up, a bit more than a foot and a half thick and tall enough to hide her figure.

Without another moment's delay, she dived left to avoid the rocks that would surely crumble. That and the raging dragon.

"Hmm" Swix mused, scratching her head whilst she stared at the skeleton that seemed... off somehow. It didn't feel like any sort of bones she'd ever handled before. Yet there was something else going on here, she was sure of it.

She stared at the fabric, idly thinking about whether or not she should-or could-ask The Collector to open up a Portal down here and let her out elsewhere. There were plenty of shadows down here.

Down here.

Inside a sealed room.

At the bottom of a jelly pit.

Inside a twisting cave system.

That she fell into, through the floor.

Swix smacked herself in the forehead overdramatically as it dawned on her just how simple the answer to what was wrong in this room was-and how much of a couple of fools the robot and frog were for not noticing it sooner.

"Where's the breeze coming from?&#33;" she exclaimed excitedly, moving back towards the skeleton this time to pick up a piece of fabric and use it to try to figure out where the wind was coming in. "we're far enough down and those tunnels we came through before twisted enough that there's no way there should be wind down here. So where's the breeze coming from? Help me find it and we'll find our way out of here soon, I'm suse"

The baby Dragon had almost a full second to gulp before she slammed headfirst into a wall of rock. It was likely as debilitating as Raven had hoped it would be. The Dragon's force shattered the stone, but left her staggering to the left.

She stopped, wobbling dizzily. With a snort, she managed to shoot a crosseyed glare at the woman before falling forward to rest on one of her claws. She kept trying over and over to get up, weakly trying to continue the fight with Raven.

Without hesitation, Raven sprinted towards the dragon and attempted to grab her daggers from the creature's chest. She really hadn't meant to drop them.

What hassle.