Omega_Chief

The road that train of thought leads down ends in "Why do we even RP in this game anyway?" though CB.

I myself see no problem with saying someone works somewhere or lives somewhere so long as (And this is the important bit) it's within reason and that's the key part here.

As if I needed more reason to despise Vigilante's, the point stands, there are thousands of generic bases for villian groups out there, however if you refer to a -specific- one that someoen has a character workng at and then -specifically- state you killed everyone there, good job, you just godmode killed thier character.

Well the issue is, how can it have happened? I mean Kings Row and Steel Canyon are fine, untouched, unblemish and not referenced as in any way tarnished aside from there.

So our choice is to either say it hasn't happened yet or to say Paragon has the best reconstruction crew ever.

And I'm all for you referencing events from missions as IC things Korny, just on the understanding of that's not exactly how it happened, a mission has you go into a section of a base on Sharkshead, doesn't mean you have to run into character x even f they're on duty.

Saying you blew up the entirity of the fort and made sure everyone who worked there was dead however, is a bit much.

Mirel stepped off the drone, already shrugging her shoulders as she completed limbering herself up for the fight, it’d be a toughie for sure, a giant crab-esq Warstrider if her guess was accurate, not something most people could take on foot.

She allowed herself a little smile as she pressed her back against a wall, as close as she dared to be to the massive hail of pink bullets filling up the street.

“Lucky for me, the scions of House Cathak are not most people” She said aloud to herself just before the stream of bullets stopped and she hurled herself out into the road, sprinting towards the metal monstrosity.

The giant enemy crab charged forwards as well, swinging it’s remaining pincer as the distance between them rapidly closed, the timing here would have to be perfect. Just in time Mirels acute senses picked up the claw about to descend on where she was about to be, this was her signal.

Just before the young Dragonblooded could be crushed however, the ground around her erupted as though a water spout had suddenly broke through the ground at her feet (Though an inspection once it had passed showed no damage) propelling her diagonally up towards the crab, neatly missing the crushing claw as she spun in the air, extending her gauntlets blades as she thrust her hands out ready for impact.

KLANG! Metal struck metal and the blades bit deep, lodging themselves firmly in the metallic shell, somewhere below the crabs mouth, holding Mirel there for now as she assessed the situation.

“Hmmm…. I was expecting there to be a door or a hatch or something for me to enter by” She said to herself again as she dangled by her arms, “Well maybe there’s some kind of weak point I can att-“

Rather quickly she noticed the rather large glaring weak point, and very carefully extracted one set of claws from the crab, embedding it a bit further down before repeating with the other arm, making her way along the underside of the crab towards the weak point with this very unusual method of motion.

Somwhere Above Skyway City

All told it was quite exhilarating really, the wind whipping her hair behind her like a banner as she soared high over the city having passed over the flickering blue walls with ease. She nudged her feet into a little more secure position the last thing she wanted to do was fall off before she was ready that would be embarrassing.

“Now, why don’t you stop your complaining? You should be honoured to be my mount, now we must be getting close I think I see smoke over there”

Mirel pointed a little to the left of their current heading, almost there, she just hoped that no one else was going to finish off this thing before she got there, that would be quite embrassing.

“Well, two things about that; One you don’t have any silver tattoos and Two you don’t have a glowing forehead. Therefore it’s reasonable to assume you’re not a evil soul stealing abomination and instead are just a giant talking river dragon or god or something”

Mirel once more tapped her foot on the flying drones head, rather impatently.

“While on the other hand there’s some sort of giant monster potentially killing people over in this Kings Row, it seemed a bit more important, to me anyway, to go sort that problem first”

Mirel assumed the best defensive stance that she could while balanced on the back of the hovering drone; reasonably sure she was safe as she doubted this sea monster had any form of hitting her at this range.

“Well prince, lord, daimyo, whatever they call the city ruler, though as I appear to have outstayed my welcome here, I think I’d best be getting to helping those people”

She clanged her booted foot a few times against the drone, resulting in a nice clanging sound.

“Come on now, yip yip, fly me to Kings Row already”

Mirel cursed silent to herself, hoping that her ride would soon be hurtling her far away, preferably before she got into a fight with these beastmen’s pet river dragon or things started to look embarrassing for her just stood here not moving.

Mirel carefully considered a response for several seconds, not liking the odds of this engagement at all; the forces surrounding her were very good at their stealth and seemed to be well equipped enough to make the Power Armoured squads of Lookshy jealous. In a fair fight she’d loose, which of course meant she had to play a different game or at least find a distraction.

As if on cue one of Dr Mechano’s drones, a flying variant designed for rapidly disseminating his various messages taunts and pranks from the looks of it, practically fell out of the sky it’s engines whirring to life at the last second to halt the drop before it impacted (which knowing it’s creator would have resulted in a not too inconsiderable explosion). It hung there for a second as the engine whirring died down enough for it to begin warbling in its semi-piratical tone about some disaster at the Kings Row.

While she only really caught half of what the drone was saying, the corner of Mirel’s mouth twitched into a smirk. This was perfect, but it would require a gamble to pull of, but then gambling was her forte.

With a slight movement the blades on her gauntlets retreated to their hidden state, and acting as though she hadn’t noticed the camouflaged troops, Mirel launched herself into the air as if her armour were as light as a feather spinning a few times before landing atop of the drone, riding it as if it were a surfboard.

“Well, you heard this message bringer, it sounds like the King needs his Row saving, and as I’m going to need to see him anyway why don’t we go and make an entrance mmm? There is room for one more on this after all”

She even held out a hand to offer the Shaman a hand up onto the drone that had started grumbling to itself, letting her mind wander as she waited for his reply. The perfect chance to not only gain reputation with this city but to shore up her rather sagging reputation back home, a giant beast slain, a city brought back into the fold and a beastman shaman with her to either be an ally or handed in to the King for extra reputation if it turned out he was a trouble maker.

Talos Island, Paragon City

The sound of an unexpected voice cause Mirel to snap almost instantly into a defensive stance, her gauntlets extending the up until now hidden blades (almost looking like wickedly long sharp teeth of the dragon styled decoration on them) the second she saw the figure was armoured.

She focused her Essence towards her senses; the world seeming to slow down a little as all the little details jumped forward, the intricate advanced nature of the presumably reptilian beastman in front of her to the faint hubbub of noise from across the city.

“You should think about telling me who you are, where you got that armour is, where we are and which abomination is your master” Mirel stated in a firm level voice with just a hint of righteous anger, the irises boring into the armoured figure looking almost like miniature storm wracked oceans, “Answering quickly would be best, I would hate to have to damage such valuable armour, it would b-“

She didn’t get the chance to finish, her Essence boosted sense picking up a very faint crash from somewhere on the other side of the city, it had to have been big and huge for her to have heard it, though for the armoured figure she was threatening it probably just seemed as though she snapped her head to the side to listen to nothing.