Given the current established level of competence and discretion among Omega higher-ups, about two days from now.
Also, that dragon seems like a powerful pseudo-demonic entity. could result in some interesting resonances.
You want me to feed you to the dragon? Omega isn't that stupid.
"Oh, hell, a dragon...I uh, would prefer not to be a play thing"
Say the above
... (5) you mutter that under your breath - or probably in your head, as you slowly creep back around the canyon wall and out of sight.
((You know, ATH, Noir wasn't stated to be dead yet. A missing leg doesn't mean she can't try again; she can fly, probably better now if anything. And if she doesn't try, well, Dark!Aylia's probably just screwed.))
Rain is a pretty curious phenomena in Omega Base. Dar's going to use his druidic sense to examine it, and try to figure out what's causing it--can he tell that it isn't true natural rain? He's definitely not gonna go out into it or anything, though. Cat must stay dry.
Dar can tell right away the rain is of divine origin, and not quite natural to Omega. Something about Omega resists the rain and it's source. But it is as if Omega is seeking to assimilate this as natural. Either way, the rain seems like an Omen of some sort.
((I know I'm just confused on the state of the wound. Like is noir bleeding to death. I'm a little confused is all. But its time for noir's action.))
Noir's leg. Her left one. Vanished and her eye's widended with how sudden it was. She dident even have time to feel any pain.,....but that also meant she could still think and she certainly hadent lost those emotions. It wasent too fucking late yet! She could still fucking do this. The world had been spitng her. She had lost almost everything.....she wasent losing aylia as well. Hppefully the wound was caterized.
Well then turning your back to me was a bad idea aylia. I still have that energy gathered. Fire It. They won't see it coming they see me as worthless. Im not loosing my friend. Not now this world has takej enough from me! IT WON'T TAKE AYLIA! I WONT LET IT!
((This is best chance I have. She won't see it coming she ridden me off as weak. I have the energy gathered from last turn I assume Still. PLEASE DICE GODS STOP FUCKING ME))
Your leg is simply gone. A blackness touches the hip at the wound. Blood does flow from the wound, but not quickly.
The dragon raises a claw to strike, and you pour your magic into it. It pauses in surprise as the holy magic begins to push back against the blackness. For a moment, you have hope as you see the tide turning. But soon, you realize that your holy magic is a drop in comparison to the blackness. You've clung so tightly to what was "yours," and the world has stripped it from you. And now this thing threatens to strip what's left from you, and you have nothing to give.
except yourself.In the Name of the Queen, I order you to submit.STAND AND BE JUDGED FOR YOUR CRIMES OF THIS DAY, MONSTER.FEH. YE DARE ORDER ME?"Embarassed statement: This one must have dozed off for a while.
Query: What is even going on? This doesn't seem normal."
Hunker down together with overseer dude. Maybe he has some kind of bunker or safehouse around here somewhere?
"Ah ... let's get inside. This could be bad. Really really bad." The overseer takes you into the asylum and down, into a back room and then into a secret room within that room. He then sits. "I need to meditate, to contact some allies. Do not leave this room. That alarm is extremely unusual." With that, he lies straight out on the floor, hands clasped on his chest, eyes staring, legs straight. His breathing slows over the next few breaths until you cannot tell if he is still breathing or not.