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Thread: Jugger x Candira

Tara is the psycho, Claire will betray them all because she kinda sucks at being evil Claire wasn't really much for violence, but it was difficult to resist any of Darian's orders. Especially since he was the damn pilot. Either way, weaponry tended to fall into her job description, so she gave Tara a wave and headed below deck to arm them. Tara's job was to signal Claire from the cockpit with the PA system they'd set up. Once Claire was in place, Tara headed to join Darian, her blonde curls flying behind her. The wind flirted with her shorter skirt as she headed back inside, but she paid it no mind. Leave it to us, Darian. We'll take care of the little guy. She smiled and studied the ship they were coming upon. It was small, but it looked pretty agile. It was a single-pilot craft, however, and easily outmatched in firepower. No need to kill him, now, she said with a smile. Just enough to damage his ship. With that, she began telling Claire how to angle the guns and which ones to fire. In just a few moments, the single pilot wouldn't know what hit him. When they were within a decent range, Tara signaled to fire the Gatling gun at the tail of the ship.
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Nathan had felt a sudden change in the way the wind was moving, and looked around. He hopped up to a higher elevation of his ship and saw the large destroyer-class airship coming straight toward him. Oh shit! He couldn't believe the size of that thing! And the guns...They were aimed toward him! No no no no! He just managed to jump down to the navigational controls in the captain's deck before feeling his ship rumble from the gatling gun firing on it. I just got this thing! I'm not losing you in the first race! He called out to his ship as he began to maneuver out and about, trying to be unpredictable to the gatling guns so that it was more difficult for him to get hit. All the while, he went up top and began to man a cannon, and fired a wrecking ball straight toward their ship. Darian, however, simply grinned as he held a hand up and motioned for Tara to take charge in defeating this pest.
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Tara grinned at the pathetic attempt to get back on track and gave new coordinates to Claire, directing a cannon to the proper angle and telling Darian to speed up a little for her plan to work. When Nathan fired his cannon, she had Claire fire theirs as well and the two balls hit each other, exploding on impact. Then came more fire from the gat, trying to take out his ability to steer and climb.
Thread: Jugger x Candira

This is UNFAIR AS HELL! He called out toward them, though it was obvious they could not hear him. Darian simply smirked as he looked at the monitor, Nathan's image of him yelling at them amusing him. Tara...Finish him off. I'm trusting you to not let him get away...Be sure you damage his ship enough to drop him out of the race. I'll be down in my quarters. He began to walk off, but stopped himself. And Tara...you know what happens when you fail me. With that, he descended below deck. Nathan however, was reloading his cannon once more but this time with a different kind of shell Grape Shots. Many tiny little iron balls that would shoot out, and hopefully pop one or two of their balloons to slow them down or temporarily put them out of the race. Eat this mother fuckers! He cried out as the cannon shot out the grape shots toward them, sending them skyrocketing toward their ships' balloons.
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Tara saw Nathan load the new ammo through her spy glass and gasped. Claire, I need more altitude! She pulled on the throttle, taking them higher up as Claire fed the engines. I need a scatter shot, now! And so Claire used every gun available to shoot as many of the grape shots out of the sky. Unfortunately a few still made impact, but not enough to significantly slow them down. Fucker. He's gonna wish he'd never been born! With that she called out more angles and directed cannon fire to take out his guns and possibly do more damage to his ship.
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Nathan cried out as a sudden piece of shrapnel had hit his cannon and caused it to tip off the destroyed railing, falling to the world below them. Shit! He cried out as he moved to the next nearby cannon and began to load more grape shots into it. If I keep firing these, I'll bring down that ship! He hoped....He shot out the grape shots out toward them...and this time, one of them actually ripped a hole in one of the balloons that carried their ship. The hot air within it quickly dispersed and Nathan cheered out, hoping this would be enough of a win for him to get away from them.
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Goddamnit! The little fuck! Keep firing Claire! She gave new coordinates even after they'd been hit and kept up a steady barrage of attacks on his little ship. Even if they didn't hit anything particularly valuable, he would still have to make repairs at the next checkpoint. Extensive repairs if Tara had anything to say about it. Darian, we could use your help! she called on the PA system. One of our balloons was hit!
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Darian lifted up a visor that would give him a visual view of what was going on when he heard Tara cry to him about needing his help. He shook his head in disappointment. All hands prepare to deploy the backup balloon! Tara, get some men to salvage what we can from our ruined balloon! Let him get away for now, we can't risk trashing the ship! We're over the sea and if we fall into the water, we'll be done for without help! Let him go for now! He yelled at her through a receiver that sent his voice up to the cockpit of their ship. And Tara...You've failed me. With that, his voice cut out...leaving an ominous mood to the cockpit.
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Tara growled at her failure to take the man down and called off the attack. Claire quickly retracted the guns and cannons, a sure sign that the threat was gone for now. The engineer sighed and rolled her neck as new orders were given to send up the back up balloon and wished her partners would think a little more before engaging someone they didn't know in combat. It was folly to attack without knowing the strength of the enemy--even Tara knew that. But then, she had to deal with Darian, and resisting him in any way was a challenge in itself. The blonde in the cockpit fumed. She knew damn well she was in for trouble once Darian got back up. It wasn't often that she failed him, but when she did, he didn't let it go unpunished. Her heart raced and she felt herself blaming Darian and the damned one-person crew of the other ship. It was Darian's fault for not leaving well-enough alone, and it was the other ship's fault for putting up a fight and using goddamn grape shots! Why did nothing go her way!?
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Once Nathan saw that he was in the clear, he sighed and sunk down against the railing, seeing the damages done to his ship. They were minor...but seeing as how this was his first race...he thought he took serious damage. Oh no! My first ship....! He murmured as he rubbed his face in disbelief. Gotta get this thing repaired when we land... He murmured as he stood up and grabbed the planks of wood and metal that had broken off from the fight and threw it all into a scrap pile for later. He would return to replot his course...taking a less open path along a ravine now that would grant both safety and a small, though more dangerous, shortcut. Darian frowned as he looked to the two women on the monitor. Useless...My head engineer and my second in command...How could I be stuck with such a...' He grabbed the PA mic and yelled into it. WORTHLESS CREW!. He hung up the mic, and tossed a bottle out at the wall, shattering it. Tara was going to get it...she had one job, and she let him down.
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Tara was furious. She wasn't terribly angry at herself. More at Darian for sending them into a situation like this one. Normally they knew more about the ships they attacked before doing so. Even if she had foreseen this issue somehow, Claire wouldn't have been able to have accommodated the needs of the ship--it was too large for quick maneuvers unless they wanted to plummet to their doom. Frankly, Tara enjoyed living. She doubted, however, that Darian would be forgiving at all. She would need to find a way to overpower him--or a way to at least make him see her side of the story--perhaps a way to turn it all around on Claire. Yes. It wasn't the best solution, but it was the one that would save her hide. If Claire had invested in the proper shielding or the correct ammunition to fight back...it was a flimsy argument at best, but it was all she had going for her at this point. It seemed that she wouldn't be able to deflect Darian's anger entirely, but that was what she got for allowing him to wander off in the middle of a battle instead of actually helping. Next time, she would need to know better. OMG, I'm so sorry I forgot about this one. This was the week before I graduated so I had a lot on my mind. TT Sorry!
Thread: Jugger x Candira

Once Nathan had managed to escape from his pursuers, he dropped down and began to breathe heavily, having been holding his breath this entire time, forgetting to breathe as he was trying to stay alive and not get shot down out of the sky from such a larger ship. Its a...miracle that I managed to get the hell away... He murmured as he looked at the narrow valley he had escaped into. Looks like I can trek easily here and they can't...but I wonder where this leads...? He stood up and began to navigate through the valley...which began to become less than a detour and more of a ride from hell as he began to turn and dodge rock formations every side and out. He couldn't even escape by flying upward because the valley's top had become so narrow he feared they would pop his balloons! By the time he had managed to escape...he would find that he came out just nearby the ocean...and beside the previous ship he had encountered. To make things worse...he would be in clear view of Tara's position on the ship if she looked out a window.
Thread: A simple request.

Tell me is this based around bleach and it's soul Reapers. To me that's what it sound like.
Thread: A simple request.

No, the reaper you are thinking of are Shinigami these reapers are different.
Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

The streets were bustling in the large Egyptian city. Then again, there was rarely a slow moment in the busy river port. Business, visitors, mothers and their children walked the sandy roads, negotiating and buying up whatever items they needed to make their lives complete. It was clear that this city was at the top of the economy and more importantly the top of the chain of command. If the amount of people didn't give it away, the large statues of a pharaoh would have, especially for a woman like Annette. No one seemed to notice her at first after all an alley wasn't the first place people would look. Business around her continued as usual until one of the young children came up behind her. His young form froze as his eyes landed on her, taking in the shocking clothes and her rare appearance. He didn't stay silent for long. With a loud cry, the boy alerted the citizens outside, startling them within seconds of his words. Several people seemed to dart away from the call and the open passage, attentions turning with curious looks. The boy whipped around Annette, nearly knocking her over once again and onto the ground, as he reentered the busy path, still calling out in shock a mix of words that no one could truly understand. But it was clear something important, and possibly dangerous, was going on. The mystery was soon discovered thanks to the help of the city guards. Without giving Annette a chance to respond, the pale woman was dragged out of the alley with a sharp, harsh voice filling the space around her, demanding several things at once from the poor woman. Who are you? the dark-skinned man demanded. He wasn't about to put up with her being around without knowing important information from her. And the questions only continued. You! Where did you come from? How did you get here? Another question was about to come when there was a sudden stop, followed quickly by a sharp call. My father's mirror! the boy stated, pointing towards the item gripped tightly in the red head's hands. Thief! She's a thief! 'Thief' wasn't a word the guards enjoyed hearing. The taller of the two wasted no time in tossing Annette to the sandy ground before he and his fellow guard both removed long, curved daggers from the leather sleeves behind their backs. You have stolen from the gods, the second man informed her, not waiting to hear another answer or allowing her to reason with them. Accept your punishment. Prince Osaze? The raven haired boy gave the guard a nod, silently instructing him to continue on with what needed to be done, barely giving the woman a chance to argue or attempt to explain herself. Only a slight moment of hesitation from one of the guards gave her the opportunity to do so.
Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

Annette's blood ran cold when she heard the little boy's screams. Her head turned slowly to face the boy and the people that stopped in the middle of the streets to stare at her. She examined their attire, the way some of them were half naked from the hot sun and some carried baskets on their head for trade. Obviously, this wasn't home..but all Annette's brain could manage to click into place was that she was sleeping and she needed to wake up. The guards came before Annette could even think to speak, she could understand the boy until he started screaming gibberish and ran away before nearly knocking her back over. Annette held tightly onto the mirror as they appeared, the two guards and picked her up. She squirmed, kicked and pulled back trying to get out of their grasp as they tugged her out of the alleyway. Their questions started immediately, but Annette didn't know what to say. I-..I'm.. But before she could actually form a sentence she was brought out to the street...and more things ensued. Their was another boy, who pointed to the mirror in Annette's hand before calling her a thief. The mirror was his father's mirror? She really must be dreaming if that was the case...It would make sense after all. She had a dizzy spell while looking at the mirror in the museum and she fell and hit her head, she just hadn't woken up yet. Annette opened her mouth to protest, but the guard shoved her to the sands floor. Her face hit it and it gave her clear view of the statue of the pharaoh. Was this...was this really happening? It was too realistic to be a dream. She rolled on her back to watch the guards unsheathe their nasty looking daggers, but the daggers weren't aged like they were in the exhibits...they were new and sharp, ready to kill. Annette gulped as the man spoke about punishments to the gods for her crimes and she shook her head. She wasn't ready to die. At least not for being a thief when she was not one. Annette jerked her head back to watch as the boy nodded his head clearly wanting to see her blood stain the sands, she yelled as the knives came down before rolling away. Her grip on the mirror was gone and she released it in the sand before she scrambled to her feet. The guards were slow, they had hesitated and given her time to react, and Annette was taking that time to start running. She pushed through the crowds and with a holler over her shoulder I'm not a thief! Annette was off and pushing herself through the market. Her head was dizzy from taking in the whole scenery. Was she really here in Ancient Egypt? Or was this just some really bad realistic dream she could not wake herself up from.
Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

My nightmare? he repeated, questioning the girl in front of him as he kept his grip on her wrist. He wasn't about to let her go until this mess was sorted out. Sebak couldn't risk having a true thief running around the city, especially one dressed like she was. His father wouldn't stand for it and just like every other member of the city, Sebek was held to the same rules as them, first son of the pharaoh or not. If he messed up, it was his back that would meet the whip just as quickly as a servant's would have. The only difference was the amount of times he was hit and the treatment he was given afterwards. That was not of importance at that moment though. He had, in his grip, a mysterious woman who was claiming to be from his nightmares. While he could never admit what those fears were, he doubted that anyone could be from them. They were simply to unreal and this woman in front of him seemed quite... well, real. She continued to speak, this time daring to mention their gods in a way that clearly surprised the people around them. Sebek's hand tightened as he pulled the woman closer to his form once again, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked her over again. You seem weak, he admitted, beginning to explain the logic behind his reasoning. Hathor may have favoured you in the past by letting you survive, but my father is not as kind. Your skin is quite pale. Only recently had they found people with lighter tones than that of the typical Egyptian and it was rare. Extremely rare. Annette was nothing like that her skin was even paler than a fresh sheet of papyrus. Sebek found it impossible, but he was even more curious now that he was speaking his thoughts aloud. His eyes never stopped wandering, trying to take in as much as the woman as he could despite her clothes they were far more form fitting than he was used to seeing and made from strange fabric and colours he had only seen on the walls of the temples and the jewels in the palace. Without a word, he took a closer look at the woman's hair, pulling it over her shoulder, letting his fingers run over the texture as he seemed to be admiring the colour. Or debating if she was some sort of witch. It was hard to tell from his face. The others around them had seemed to freeze, all eyes on the prince and his new 'friend'. Perhaps Bastet sent you? he questioned. She is friends with the fire, after all. Red hair, fire was red... it made sense to him. Either way, he took in a deep breath and turned towards the closest guard. Bring her to the palace. With a forceful push, he sent her towards the man, who quickly caught her, forcing a tighter grip on her arms, refusing to let her get away. If the gods did send her, our priests would know. We'll bring her before the pharaoh. Again, with no time to waste, the guards were off, allowing Annette a bit of wiggle room to move and speak, but not enough for her to begin to get away.
Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

Osaze found her in an alley way, the prince began to explain, continuing on about what had happened up to the point that they came into the palace to meet with the leader. The whole time, the leader was shifting from one arm of the chair to the other, resting his chin or cheek on his fist while he listened. His attention didn't seem to waver from the moment his son began speaking. With a soft, thoughtful hum, the pharaoh sat forward, allowing his eyes to trail over the woman once again. You, the so called gift, he began, waving his hand out to signal the woman closer. Come here. Two of the guards beside her raised themselves up from the ground, ready to pull Annette up if she didn't move on her own. When the pharaoh spoke, everybody listened and did just as he said. There was no debating or arguing. It was impossible for anyone to not want to follow the man's lead anyway. The pharaoh was charismatic, when he needed to be, and many of the people followed his lead without hesitation. And if Annette was truly a gift from the heavens, she would know that from the very beginning. There would be no doubt in her mind who was in charge. This was partly a test for her to see if the story was true. Even a pharaoh could challenge a god when he felt it was right. They were, after all, hand picked by them. Father, the younger prince began. She stole our mirror... I saw her with it in the streets. Instantly, the man's expression changed. You are a thief? he questioned, standing up from his throne. Is that true?
Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

Annette listened quietly as they spoke to one another. Sebak telling his father on how his little brother had found her. She wondered if for a moment they might listen to her, or question her without end. She had read too much in their old ways of torturing and Annette did not want to experience them first hand. It seemed like the pharaoh was taking this all in, every last word to be exact, but he wanted more than just words he wanted a closer look. She knew better than to fight when the guards jumped to their feet. Annette rose as they held onto her arms giving her no way to run. They strolled forward almost dragging Annette behind and up the stairs closer to the pharaoh. Annette stiffened as she was so close to the pharaoh. There was no mistaking that this was real. That he was real. That anything she said would be very real to them. It was only then that the little boy chimed in about how she had his mirror earlier and Annette froze. How could she explain that to them? Surely she had not had the only mirror in her possession? Maybe he would find that there were two of them...or maybe she had the only mirror in her possession and now they thought her a thief. Annette watched the hard line's in the pharaoh's face go from amused to anger. She gulped as he asked if she was a thief and Annette shook her head. I can't tell you how I got it..I just know I woke up and it was beside me. Annette admitted. Maybe telling the truth would get her somewhere with these people. After all, she was not the best at lying. I don't know how it got there but I know I did not steal it! Still the little prince seemed unsatisfied with her words and his brows furrowed. She wondered if the pharaoh might still call her a thief even if she had just told him the truth. Does it really look like I could come into your palace unnoticed and steal a mirror? Then suddenly be outside with it on the streets? Annette asked the pharaoh. Her hair would have given her away, or her skin if she really was a thief. There was no way she could slip in and out of the palace unseen.