The Compass Association - Chapter I [IC]

[Shyluz]

"Of course." Rabbit said, swapping into Hades and Pluto.

"My melee here is out. Used her Inheritance a bit to much. Besides, I'd like to see your skills." He pointed at the last cloak, who was standing in front of the trio.

"Get him, and alert me if any more come. First time I fought these guys, there were a lot more than this to kill four Associates. I betting there's more. Think you can do that?" He said, patting her on the back.

"I leave Feathers in your care!" He called as he sprinted through the building, placing rounds into any unlucky cloak that got between him and Cricket. He passed Azrael, waved, and shot another cloak on his way up. He burst into the ballroom, doing a slide to stop next to Cricket.

Cricket disintegrated into starlight, and exited the building, heading up to the stormy sky.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..." He said, kneeling over the pool of blood that once was in Cricket's small frame.

"First Alice and now you..."

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"Angel, right?" Feathers said, leaning on the twin sabres as she caught her breath. "I'm Feathers."

[Charlia]

"Of course." Rabbit said, swapping into Hades and Pluto.

"My melee here is out. Used her Inheritance a bit to much. Besides, I'd like to see your skills." He pointed at the last cloak, who was standing in front of the trio.

"Get him, and alert me if any more come. First time I fought these guys, there were a lot more than this to kill four Associates. I betting there's more. Think you can do that?" He said, patting her on the back.

"I leave Feathers in your care!" He called as he sprinted through the building, placing rounds into any unlucky cloak that got between him and Cricket. He passed Azrael, waved, and shot another cloak on his way up. He burst into the ballroom, doing a slide to stop next to Cricket.

Cricket disintegrated into starlight, and exited the building, heading up to the stormy sky.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..." He said, kneeling over the pool of blood that once was in Cricket's small frame.

"First Alice and now you..."

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"Angel, right?" Feathers said, leaning on the twin sabres as she caught her breath. "I'm Feathers."

Angel nodded, cringing when Rabbit touched her. Don't do that! But she recovered quickly and cut down the final redcloak with a single slash, before she picked up Feathers and flew her to safety. "Stay there." She went back, seeking out the Baron. I've still got a job to do.

[Shyluz]

Feathers sat on the roof of the building, watching as the rest of the Associates did their thing.

Well, Cricket was dead. And while Feathers never really cared for the overly bubbly boy, she was still pissed that he decided it'd be a good idea to get himself killed. She sighed, rubbed her heavy eyelids, and grabbed the small waterproof satchel she'd been wearing as she sat in the rain. Opening it, she found edible gold.

A sandwich made at the Boiler & Turbine, brought here in that satchel all the way from Enclave. She licked her lips, looking at the salivating combination of homemade ciabatta, lettuce, spicy mustard, and jerked turkey. Her jaw clamped down on the bun, and she took a massive bite of the delectably spicy sandwich. Her cheeks filled to the brim with food, she allowed herself a moment of bliss, eyes closed, mouth chewing and after a good run.

That was how Feathers wanted to die.

A screech came from behind her. Her eyes jolted open, and she slowly turned around. Only to see a great red dragon, with a team of three riders. All of whom were wearing red cloaks.

"Well. Shit." She said nervously, before sprinting off the edge of the building, clutching the sandwich in one hand, sabre in the other. Behind her, she heard a whoosh, and felt heat on her back. She screamed, and fell eyes watering from the glorious spicy sandwich, and the intense heat.

"Angeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel!" She screamed, legs flailing in the air.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

(OOC: I feel this post captures the attitude of this RP )

[Charlia]

Feathers sat on the roof of the building, watching as the rest of the Associates did their thing.

Well, Cricket was dead. And while Feathers never really cared for the overly bubbly boy, she was still pissed that he decided it'd be a good idea to get himself killed. She sighed, rubbed her heavy eyelids, and grabbed the small waterproof satchel she'd been wearing as she sat in the rain. Opening it, she found edible gold.

A sandwich made at the Boiler & Turbine, brought here in that satchel all the way from Enclave. She licked her lips, looking at the salivating combination of homemade ciabatta, lettuce, spicy mustard, and jerked turkey. Her jaw clamped down on the bun, and she took a massive bite of the delectably spicy sandwich. Her cheeks filled to the brim with food, she allowed herself a moment of bliss, eyes closed, mouth chewing and after a good run.

That was how Feathers wanted to die.

A screech came from behind her. Her eyes jolted open, and she slowly turned around. Only to see a great red dragon, with a team of three riders. All of whom were wearing red cloaks.

"Well. Shit." She said nervously, before sprinting off the edge of the building, clutching the sandwich in one hand, sabre in the other. Behind her, she heard a whoosh, and felt heat on her back. She screamed, and fell eyes watering from the glorious spicy sandwich, and the intense heat.

"Angeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel!" She screamed, legs flailing in the air.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Angel heard the scream and flew out, seeing Feathers tumbling through the air. She sighed in frustration, but caught the girl, escorting her back inside. "You look for the Baron, I'll watch your back."

[Shyluz]

"You don't seem to understand. You see," She said, taking another bite of the sandwich, "There's a dragon."

A large flapping sound was noticeable from where they stood.

"Speak of the devil." She said, taking another bite of the sandwich, placing it in Angel's hands.

"I've got this." She said, sprinting towards the beast before becoming a cloud of feathers.

[Elysian Kentarchy]

When he ran by Azrael waved at Rabbit but now the situation has changed...

Azrael is hiding being a statue on a podium as several guards shoot at him. "Now you're just playing dirty!" He calls out to them.

"No we're fighting smart you monster!" One of them calls back.

Rache's content smile doesn't leave his face but he puts his hands on the statue. "I can fight smart too you know" The ankles on the statue degrade so much that he pushes it over and it falls on them. A couple are killed, some are incapacitated and two are still standing. He just runs out and grabs the two that are still standing and kills them the same way he killed the others. "When you corner death you shouldn't poke him with a stick. Now go to sleep."

[The Tophat Empire]

Tophat heard Trencher said, but had little time to react before the entire building started to crack and lowly collapse. Quickly Tophat where on his feet and slung the musket over his back, placing the flare gun back into a holster. Running towards the edge of the roof he took Flame over his shoulder, usually tophat was not the strongest. But he was furious, and the strong will to not fall to his death gave him a need boast of strength. As his left foot left the collapsing building, aiming to land on a another roof some 5 meters down he shouted to trencher "You massive tit, if get out of here YOU buy the drinks..."

Tphat did not have time to continue screaming at trencher, for he landed and made a agile roll on the roof. it would have been perfect, if not for Flame, the extra weight on Tophat made it so he landed hared that he tough he would, and as such misplaced his foot. Resulting in a dislocation. Muffling a scream of pain, he swore under a strong bite, dumping flame to the side tophat took a tight grip of his foot, looking at trecher he once more shouted "Get your ass down here and find me a crutch".

Noticing the dragons Tophat drew his revolver and fired of a round, muttering; "God, fucking dammit, not only am i a sitting duck, and they have a fucking dragon. This is going out of control fast"

[Charlia]

"You don't seem to understand. You see," She said, taking another bite of the sandwich, "There's a dragon."

A large flapping sound was noticeable from where they stood.

"Speak of the devil." She said, taking another bite of the sandwich, placing it in Angel's hands.

"I've got this." She said, sprinting towards the beast before becoming a cloud of feathers.

Angel rolled her eyes. A sandwich? Really?

She waited, though. She could be patient.

After all, she still didn't know who she was.

Carol? Olivia?

[Shyluz]

"'Sup cloaks." Feathers said, appearing from nowhere, cutting the three riders up, and sitting down on the lead saddle, Yin and Yang were returned to their scabbards.

"Angel, want a lift? Also, sandwich, please." She outstretched an arm.

[Charlia]

"'Sup cloaks." Feathers said, appearing from nowhere, cutting the three riders up, and sitting down on the lead saddle, Yin and Yang were returned to their scabbards.

"Angel, want a lift? Also, sandwich, please." She outstretched an arm.

Angel gladly returned the sandwich, but shook her head at the offer of a lift. "I prefer to fly." And she did, seeking out the Baron. I will not abandon my assignment.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

"Well, this is a problem." Chrono said as he stood in the centre of a circle of guards and cloaks. "What ever shall I do."

He was acting all helpless to try and draw them in. In a single moment almost all guards made a go for him with their halberds. He smiled, Gotcha ya, he thought as he entered his private time stream. He simply just stepped between the guards and then behind them. With a snap of his fingers he rejoined the normal stream, and smiled when he heard the sound of halberds going through bodies. He then turned around and killed the remaining ones as he continues to search the room.

[Kerzacistan]

With a madmans laugh and a glance around Trencher shouted "Ill buy the drinks but you might wanta move! I got me a nice building sized hammer and I'm in the middle of a city full of interestin looking buildins!" With a dramatic gesture from Trencher, the wall facing the building holding the ball explodes in a cloud of stone and wooden beams. The building quickly tumbling down with Trencher still standing on the now almost fully sideways building. "Hoy Baron! I got a Wedding present for your whelp!" Manipulating what's left of the structural frame, Trencher uses the building like the head of a hammer and slams one into the other, still riding on the roof. Slamming the wall ascending to meet him out of the way, Trencher dropped into the kitchen. Looking about with a humor less laugh, he wrenched his pistols out of their place within his cloak saying no nobody in particular "Hope you don't mind me crashin tha party Big Face..."

[The Tophat Empire]

Tophat could only see how debris started to fall towards him, however lady luck smiled in him today, so it all missed. Seeing that trencher was gone he looked around and saw feathers sitting on a dragon, putting his pistol into his holster he shouts "Feathers, mind giving me a lift, general asshat the defiler of buildings decided to force me to make some acrobatics, and guess who placed the foot wrong at the landing?"

[Sanabel]

This ball is shit. That thought makes Sojourn chuckle, as he sneaks through the palace, killing stray guards. He walks up to one, scared out of his wits, crouching in a corner. Sojourn holds his breath and silently creeps up right in front of him, then says, "Boo." The guard panics and attempts to draw his pistol, but not before Sojourn turns invisible again, and grabs the guard's hand, turning the gun invisible. Carefully, he twists the hand, aiming the now invisible gun at the crying guard's mustachioed face. Then he squeezes the trigger, with a laugh. Dropping the gun, he runs off, to look for more sissy red cloaked bastards.

[Elysian Kentarchy]

Two members of the guards and a red cloak flee from Azrael and lock themselves in a room. "Tsk. Now whatever should I do?" Azrael asks trying to sound disappointed. "Ah well." He places his hands on the hinges degrading them and then removes the door as if he was ripping it off its hinges. "Only a fool runs from death children." He tells them. After he kills them the building shakes and he laughs. "Sounds like Trencher is having a blast. I'll have to remember later to get him, Flame, and myself together and the three of us can destroy everything here and I'll salt the land for good measure. Again."

[Sanabel]

Running swiftly down the halls in his now sweaty moccasins, Sojourn screeches to a halt in front of a beautifully decorated door; dark, rich exotic wood, trimmed in gold, with beautiful designs. "WC" is written in beautiful gold script above the door. Pushing it open, still invisible, Sojourn walks inside. He had to go, and who knows when the chance would arise again. Walking inside, moccasins swishing on the red tiles, he looks around. Entering a urinal, he hears heavy, nasal breathing in the stall next door. Finishing his business, he steps back out and washes his hands. Then, he looks down, and sees a pair of shiny black boots, very high quality, on the ground, where the breathing was coming from. Kicking the door open, still invisible, he walks in.


A very alarmed looking man jumps to his feet, silk underwear mostly on, pants around his ankles. He's wearing a very fine red outfit. Considering Sojourn wears animal skins and linen mostly, he has no idea the material. But this man is obviously the Baron. The short, portly man has a balding head, with a pretty bad comb over, and a long, fat nose. He's about to shut the door and sit back down, when Sojourn reappears, saying, "Gotcha!" The Baron lets out a fearful grunt, and tries to back up, only tripping on his pant wrapped ankles. As the Baron falls backwards, Sojourn kicks the seat up, so he lands in the toilet water, bum soaked. Laughing, Sojourn pulls out his pistol, and gestures upwards. "Up, you twat. Party's over." The Baron nasally harumphs and grunts, and is about to say something in his prissy aristocratic voice, when Sojourn says, "Uh uh uh. Ssshhhh." The Baron gets to his feet, and pulls his slacks up and over his fatty pork sides that are an excuse for legs, fastening his belt. Then Sojourn grabs him on the shoulders and pulls him out. "Wash your hands, hoodlum, I wont have your feces all over me." The Baron is crying now, scared out of his wits. He washes his shaky hands, then walks up to Sojourn, as obedient as a dog. Sojourn kicks the bathroom door open, holding the Baron by the collar, and walks down the hallway, passing one guard. "Hey kid, what in the-" Sojourn shoots him in the throat. Continuing on, they reach a red stained glass window. Sojourn flips the Baron's jacket over his head, then smashes it into the window, effectively breaking it and knocking the bloke unconscious. Flipping the jacket tails back, Sojourn observes his forehead. He's fine, save fir a big red bump on his receding hairline and his cracked spectacles. He then leans out the window into the cold, rainy night air, putting his fingers in his mouth and letting out a long, shrill whistle, signaling for angel to come, then firing his pistol three times into the night air for good measure. Coming off his tiptoes back inside, he shakes his hair like a dog, then bends down, stealing the Baron's jewelry. Some rings, a gold pocket watch, and of course, he takes his boots. He cringes as he feels over the man's fat fir any weapons, feeling a lump around his belly. Ripping open his shirt, he exposes a belly button ring. Stifling his gag reflex, he rebuttons the shirt, then sits down next to him and his loot, turning them all invisible, waiting for Angel.

[Charlia]

Running swiftly down the halls in his now sweaty moccasins, Sojourn screeches to a halt in front of a beautifully decorated door; dark, rich exotic wood, trimmed in gold, with beautiful designs. "WC" is written in beautiful gold script above the door. Pushing it open, still invisible, Sojourn walks inside. He had to go, and who knows when the chance would arise again. Walking inside, moccasins swishing on the red tiles, he looks around. Entering a urinal, he hears heavy, nasal breathing in the stall next door. Finishing his business, he steps back out and washes his hands. Then, he looks down, and sees a pair of shiny black boots, very high quality, on the ground, where the breathing was coming from. Kicking the door open, still invisible, he walks in.


A very alarmed looking man jumps to his feet, silk underwear mostly on, pants around his ankles. He's wearing a very fine red outfit. Considering Sojourn wears animal skins and linen mostly, he has no idea the material. But this man is obviously the Baron. The short, portly man has a balding head, with a pretty bad comb over, and a long, fat nose. He's about to shut the door and sit back down, when Sojourn reappears, saying, "Gotcha!" The Baron lets out a fearful grunt, and tries to back up, only tripping on his pant wrapped ankles. As the Baron falls backwards, Sojourn kicks the seat up, so he lands in the toilet water, bum soaked. Laughing, Sojourn pulls out his pistol, and gestures upwards. "Up, you twat. Party's over." The Baron nasally harumphs and grunts, and is about to say something in his prissy aristocratic voice, when Sojourn says, "Uh uh uh. Ssshhhh." The Baron gets to his feet, and pulls his slacks up and over his fatty pork sides that are an excuse for legs, fastening his belt. Then Sojourn grabs him on the shoulders and pulls him out. "Wash your hands, hoodlum, I wont have your feces all over me." The Baron is crying now, scared out of his wits. He washes his shaky hands, then walks up to Sojourn, as obedient as a dog. Sojourn kicks the bathroom door open, holding the Baron by the collar, and walks down the hallway, passing one guard. "Hey kid, what in the-" Sojourn shoots him in the throat. Continuing on, they reach a red stained glass window. Sojourn flips the Baron's jacket over his head, then smashes it into the window, effectively breaking it and knocking the bloke unconscious. Flipping the jacket tails back, Sojourn observes his forehead. He's fine, save fir a big red bump on his receding hairline and his cracked spectacles. He then leans out the window into the cold, rainy night air, putting his fingers in his mouth and letting out a long, shrill whistle, signaling for angel to come, then firing his pistol three times into the night air for good measure. Coming off his tiptoes back inside, he shakes his hair like a dog, then bends down, stealing the Baron's jewelry. Some rings, a gold pocket watch, and of course, he takes his boots. He cringes as he feels over the man's fat fir any weapons, feeling a lump around his belly. Ripping open his shirt, he exposes a belly button ring. Stifling his gag reflex, he rebuttons the shirt, then sits down next to him and his loot, turning them all invisible, waiting for Angel.

Angel heard Sojourn whistle and flew towards the sound. She didn't see anything; but then, it was Sojourn, so she waited for him to reappear with the Baron.

[Sanabel]

"'Ello." Sojourn and the Baron re-appear. "Here's the cargo for ya!" He gestures to the now snoring chubby bastard. "Found the wanker in the WC, takin' a crap."

[Charlia]

"'Ello." Sojourn and the Baron re-appear. "Here's the cargo for ya!" He gestures to the now snoring chubby bastard. "Found the wanker in the WC, takin' a crap."

Angel nodded curtly, taking hold of the Baron and flying away, resisting the urge to just drop him and be done with it. When she landed, she put him down and tied him up before rubbing the feeling back into her arms. Then she gagged him and sat down, waiting for the others and trying to remember more.

[Tracian Empire]

Tophat could only see how debris started to fall towards him, however lady luck smiled in him today, so it all missed. Seeing that trencher was gone he looked around and saw feathers sitting on a dragon, putting his pistol into his holster he shouts "Feathers, mind giving me a lift, general asshat the defiler of buildings decided to force me to make some acrobatics, and guess who placed the foot wrong at the landing?"

Flame was so careful at what was happening in the building across the street that he hasn't realized what was happening. Of that the building they were on collapsed.

Once they arrived on the other roof, Flame didn't stayed there in vain. He quickly took his musket and started firing at the enemies on the other part of the street. Of course, he was firing flaming bullets, because the normal bullets were too mainstream.

"So, what should we do know?", he murmured as he continued to shoot.

[Sanabel]

Still invisible, Sojourn sneaks through the hallways, past fighting, incrementally yelling, "GOT THE BARON, LET'S GET OUT 'O HERE! Our work is done." then hiding again. At times, he stops to slash redcloaks. Walking up to one, he jams his gladius into their ribs, then struggles to pull it out, the gruesome sound of metal on bone filling the halls. After getting unstuck, he continues on, shouting at the top of his lungs for his compatriots to hear. Then, he heads to a corner, still invisible, crouching down to try his new boots on.

[North Arkana]

Embarrassingly enough, Maya performed about as well as she had expect ed to, being thrown into such an operation with so little time in Wonderland. As soon as things started to go wrong, she froze. In the time she stood stock still, she took in what was happening around her. Cricket had been killed, shot in the head. Azrael was on a rampage among the red-cloaked enemies who had appeared among the ball goers. Feathers and Angel were engaged with a dragon. And in the middle of this chaos, it appeared that Sojourn had captured their target and was urging them to begin escaping the area.

To her shame, Maya does exactly as she's told at that moment. She runs. She runs away from the ball room, towards the doors they had entered through only a short time before.

Useless! I'm completely useless! All I can do is run like coward!

[Sanabel]

Seeing Maya heading for the doors, and having told everyone about their mission being accomplished, Sojourn buckles his new leather boots and pockets his sweaty moccasins, and heads for the door. Still invisible, his feet crunching on the stone, he walks up next to her, in the cold night air, wind and rain blowing through him like knives. He says, "The nerves get ya on your first mission. Happened to me."

[Kerzacistan]

Walking through one of the kitchen walls and coming upon a group of very surprised looking red cloaks, Trencher smiled darkly and said "Did you know you cn get killed by the shockwave of somethin shootin by real fast? Amazin init, we learn new things every day..." Bringing his gun up and accelerating the ball out of the pistol with little to no recoil and a huge bang and a shockwave that spun the redcloaks around on their toes before dropping to the ground dead. Shaking his head in an attempt to stop the ringing in his ears while walking past the partially liquefied corpses and up to the particularly large crack in the wall caused by the impact of the musket ball. Pushing through the wall and looking about before noticing the majority of the structure was still standing. Reversing gravity slowly so he came to a hover level with the rooftop, Trencher looked about at the shape of the building and began feeling for supports that would drag the building down to the earth then into it. Taking one of the musketballs from his small pouch and sending it skyward with a huge bang that could probably be heard in the other three face capitals, Trencher prodded the main supports of the building resulting in the entire structure shaking ominously. Turning about and whistling to gain Flame's attention before pointing at the ballroom and making exaggerated explosion gestures regarding the whole structure. After getting a few blank looks he shouts "Blow it up you daft pyromancer! Do I need to draw ya diagram?"

[Elysian Kentarchy]

Azrael's fighting has taken him to some upper levels, namely he is at a balcony that a set of stairs lead to. He kicks a guard over the ledge and takes on yet another one. Despite him fighting his hardest the numbers are beginning to wear him down. "I just need to hold on a little longer. They have to find the Baron soon. I know they will, then I will withdraw" He grabs a guard and uses him to block a crossbow bolt. It shows how many people he has drained tonight because he is quickly killed. "Too bad it does nothing for my endurance."

"Azrael! I found the Baron!" He hear Sojourn yelling up at him. "I suggest we begin to withdraw!"

"I agree!" He yells back and kicks yet another guard over the ledge. "Look down below!" Several more guards come through a side hallway and he yells down at him. "Get out of here! I will catch up with you guys outside! I promise!" He runs down another hallway.

After running for a few minutes he has finally been cornered, with his back to a large window. "Looks like we got you." A guard tells him. "Now what will you do?" Azrael looks through the window, a drop from this height would kill him, he knows this, but he sees that since the courtyard isn't swarming with guards the pair out there is friendlies.

He doesn't respond so the guard raises his sword to strike and Azrael grabs him and jumps through the window. Right before he does though he feels a sharp pain in his shoulder but doesn't let go. As they fall he tells the guard. "I figure if I have to die tonight I should take someone with me." He tells the guard who clearly has fear in his eyes. The pair lands with a thump and only Azrael gets up, having used the guard to cushion his fall, and he affixes upon himself is usual smile, this time one devoid of the sickness that was in it. "Evening." He tells Sojourn and Maya. I hope my entrance didn't bother you." He remarks while brushing the glass from his hair. They don't respond but stare at his shoulder, he looks and sees a crossbow bolt sticking out of it. "Ah so that's what that was." Azrael calmly says. He reaches into his pocket with his good arm but only manages to degrade his pocket some, the smile doesn't leave his face but he sounds slightly annoyed. "Tsk. I will need someone to remove it for me since if I do it without my gloves it will degrade and the part in my skin will be irrecoverable." He remarks calmly despite him being the injured one here. "For now just ignore it. I shouldn't bleed out or anything." He looks at Maya and she seems upset. "What's wrong with her?" He asks Sojourn. After he explains Azrael nods. "We have all been there. Nothing like this is ever easy, despite what some showoffs would have you think. In the end of the day we all have to deal with out consciousnesses and decide how we will live with our actions." He remains silent in thought. "Oh and also don't be upset about fleeing. I told you to do that so if you are unhappy with that idea you should be mad at me rather than yourself." His eyes look sad for a moment but they return to normal and his smile hasn't left his face for the whole discussion. "At least that's what Cricket told me once."