Thread: Return of the Exalted (closed for me and Showmeyouloveme)

Erik saw the punch coming but didn't bother to dodge. She was right. He just hoped that the point of it sunk in. I'll explain later. How'd you end up in the middle of a freehold? he asked. Hard to say, Sam answered, I was leaving a smaller anime convention in Portland - hence the dress. She took off the cat ear headband, idly feeling her new real cat ears in the process. Guess I won't be needing this anymore. Anyway, I'd left to where a friend was going to pick me up and the next thing I knew, I woke up in that tent there. I haven't been here too long, but raksha feed on emotions, so... She seemed to shrink into herself slightly as she trailed off. You seem to know a lot about Fair Folk, Erik remarked, returning his sword to Elsewhere in the process, I'd say you were good at filtering the bullshit out of the internet, but I think even some Exalts are still having trouble with that. Sam smiled as she answered. My big sis works for Bulwark, down in LA. She... might have told me a little more than she was supposed to? Don't worry about that, Erik reassured her before activating his radio. Angel 2, ground team requesting pickup from drop site. Be advised, we're bringing a cub back with us. After recieving acknowledgement from the pilot, he turned to Sam. Cub's the- Radio shorthand for a new Lunar, she interrupted, don't need to have a sibling working for Bulwark to figure that one out. Over the next several weeks, the new Exalts learned to better use their power. Sam received the moonsilver tattoos needed to fix her caste so it didn't change with the phases of the moon and protect her from mutations her transformative abilities might cause. The extra trials she had to go through as Lunar mandated by a Lunar faction who'd formed and called themselves the Silver Pact determined her caste as the No Moon - the intellectuals, savants and sorcerers of the Lunars. While she was gifted with just about any ranged weapon, she excelled at battlefield strategy and co-ordination. In particular, she'd taken to the use of a shellcaster prototype firearms made using the same materials and principles as a daiklave, effectively an artifact firearm that could be empowered by its wielder. Hers, the Hunter's Eye, superficially resembled a Barrett M82 , a massive .50 calibre sniper rifle made from gleaming moonsilver, the morphic properties of which allowed it to change form and become an inconspicuous if slightly bulky for such a small girl backpack. The trio managed to deal with a few more freeholds as well as face hungry ghosts when dealing with a shadowland. Erik slowly grew jealous of how much time Allison was spending with James, but still was not sure how much of that was his own feelings and how much was bleeding through from his past self. Either way, he kept a lid on the feelings. It soon became apparent that Sam was Allison's Lunar Mate - the two getting along very well, though she seemed to act as a mediating force between the two Solars, sharing interests with both and having a knack for knowing just how to calm either of them down. Alright, you come in for a run after me, Erik said as he guided his virtual Boomerang Mk1 in on an attack run against an enemy Dornier 217. He and Sam were playing a free WW2 air combat game called War Thunder. Apparently, the only superhuman abilities that carried over into video games were reflexes and one's ability to think on their feet. Playing Planetside 2 had been somewhat disastrous until he got over the habit of trying to do stuff in game that he would in real-life ie - charging a tank with a melee weapon. Okay, on your six, Sam replied as she slotted her Spitfire in on Erik's tale a kilometre and a half back. Her own computer had been hooked up to the TV, so she was reclining lazily on the couch as she played apparently cat Lunars like her inherited their animal form's talent for relaxing in poses that would otherwise be somewhat uncomfortable. So any idea when our next job's coming in? Hell if I know, Erik replied, opening up on the Dornier and setting one of its engines ablaze, I think you've been here long enough to see that there's not exactly a schedule to these things. True, she idly remarked as she made her own run and tore the German bomber's other engine apart, with anything else she was going to say being cut off by the quiet sound of a document being slipped under the door, but I guess whichever part of the Celestial Bureaucracy handles fortuitous coincidences is feeling generous today. Just as well that was the last player, then, Erik said, letting his Boomerang fly on its own as he stood up from the computer to check the file. Well that's interesting, he remarked, you girls ever been to Vegas?