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[OPEN] Exchanging sizes

Ulrik the Engineer Posts: 235
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 hh :: 11 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kirchoff :: Common Hellhound :: Superspeed Tamme
#1

Ulrik had brought Essetia here, and while he did not feel particularly good about it now, he understood the necessity. The entire herd was off fighting a war without him and he was not exactly thrilled about playing babysitter. The Engineer groaned, resting his furry cheek against a metal leg of his magnificent, iron creation, and he sighed. "If only I only had you to talk to," he rumbled deeply, sighing. Kirchoff immediately jumped in, telling him not to be dramatic, and he scowled, walking off to find Midas and Essetia again. They were going to have to do some switching for Hotaru to go fight.

The stallion was going to take Midas as his own, so Lena or Phantom would have to take on guarding Essetia. Perhaps that would be good to clear his head... That mare's words still echoed in the recesses of his mind, and he was going to have a hard time flushing all of that nonsense out. With a bit of a grumble and an irritated expression across his dark, shadowy features, he walked toward their prisoners. "Lena! Phantom!" he barked, the accented, deep tones of his voice like thunder.

"I am going to take watch on Midas. One of you look after Essetia, please..." he trailed, looking at the winged stallion all caught up in a cage. Essetia would still have her machine leg band on, of course; he wasn't stupid. At least now, Hotaru would be free to go fight - somehow this little spy had made herself important. Ulrik growled angrily, whipping his lion tail around his hips. "Prejudiced asshole. Couldn't just accept an alliance, could you?"

Ulrik scowled and paced, longing to go fight in a war they might actually win.


[[Prisoner transfer!
ESSETIA to Lena and Phantom
MIDAS to Ulrik]]

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@[Phantom]

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Phantom Posts: 49
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: 10 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
ali
#2

PHANTOM


Everywhere she went war seemed to follow and Phantom was beginning to suspect that their family was, truly, cursed to live a life of violence. Maybe she needed to just accept it and take her place among the throng of warriors that her father sired. She had no feelings and no opionion on the invasion that they were taking part of because she knew little about Helovia and its herds. She knew even less about the Czar and his kin, only that they had turned down the chance at an alliance and that it was their undoing. Leadership, she thought, was like a game and only the ones that played the best hand would continue leading. Did that mean that Midas did not play a good game? Theoretically, she thought the answer to that was yes.

"Phantom!"

Her head lifted and the pale mare moved in the direction the call had come from and soon came upon the engineer and the winged prisoner who, she assumed, was Midas. "You called." She stated as she approached. "What would you have me do?" Was she to be a babysitter and watch over the little bird so he didn't fly away? And what if he did take to the skies? It was not as if any of them could take to the air after them. Of course, Ulrik was an engineer. He could build anything, maybe even a giant slingshot to shoot the little bird down if he tried to escape.


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Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
#3



Lena was torn. Some portions of her were entirely relieved she hadn’t been called to the frontlines this time, whittling her worries, her anxieties, her tribulations into the junctures of violence and anarchy until she truly didn’t know who she was, what she was. Another part of her, however, yearned to be out in the midst of battle, assisting her cadre in whatever they deigned to face, whether it be monsters, mayhem, or insurrection, reaching through her heartfelt convictions and gallant, enduring chords, churning out songs of destruction and healing. Would they be well, without her there? Would there be enough support? It was strange, being left out in the unknown, in the haze, in the midst and mist, drifting alongside winter rimes and Orangemoon haze, instead of slipping between the sectors and sanction of shadows, lingering upon unknown portals, unleashing a vicious haze – she’d even been practicing in case of such an event. But instead, she and Imogen paced amidst the wide, open clearings, gazed into vivid pools, sharpened their minds and wiles around the hot springs, willing away the hours until her comrades returned, safe, sound, and secure. At the very least, they could be a supportive unit within the Basin itself, just in case something awry were to happen (and the rancorous notions of what such an event would be caused the briefest of shudders to release through her spine; but even if there worst were to occur, she’d be along the foreground, brandishing chaos and anarchy as best she could).

But Ulrik’s part assured her they were to be included, incited, in a piece of the furtive puzzle, and she followed his sharp, keening noise, obliging the Engineer, delving into curiosity at the femme near him, bay and unfamiliar, and the speckled, ivory and sable Phantom. The other appeared vexed, frustrated, and irritated, perhaps also incited he’d been left out of the open world of chaos beyond their door, and the Songbird suppressed some amiable, kind words, allowing her eyes to instead trail over the stranger. A sinking notion filled her veils when she realized the other must be some sort of prisoner (a metal band secured to her leg, the gilded Midas strapped nearby; the terrible flames of acrimony and restlessness rearing its head, and she wasn’t sure if she could do this, come face to face with victims of their hate, their menace), but she steeled her gaze, employed a stoic, calm, composed figure. If her breaths were mingled in panic, in uncertainty, she hoped no one would say anything. She was proud to find her voice didn’t even crack amidst the unwinding, clawing ministrations, basking in the regal glow, the avaricious warmth, of the rapturous sun. Perhaps she was just as tainted as the lot of them, agreeing to chains and shackles, tending to manacles and cuffs. “I would be happy to oblige. What do you require?”


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