#[ shatter; petrel ]

[pureheartsandrainbowwings]

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#[ ??? ] #[ mirror; disappearance ] #[ shatter; petrel ]

[anonymous-user-a]

[Video ID: Archer seemingly pays Petrel no mind as he wakes up, simply putting on a black face mask before turning around and just... Watching him. He groans, shaking himself awake. He realizes he's being restrained, immediately meeting A's eyes, "Uh... Arch?"

Fidgeting, Archer lets out a sigh through the mask, immediately breaking the eye contact that Petrel formed, their tone resigned and tired, "... Do you want to know the full story?"

"What in the Shattered World are y' talkin' about?"

She lets out another exhausted and unwilling sigh, pinching the bridge of hir nose, "What do you know about the multiverse?"

"... It never exactly peaked my interests... Arch, you're not plannin' on like... usin' more of the stuff we stole from that Galactic Team or whatever, are ya?"

"Archer is dead, Petrel," it probably could have been said with a bit more tact, coming out blunt and almost rude - like ripping off a particularly bitter bandaid. The tone softens as ze continues, "Your Archer is dead. You are the only survivor, I believe."

"... ... What? But cher... yer standin' right in front of me, ain't cha?"

"I am not the Archer from your word, understood?", ce crouches down to glare right into Petrel's eyes. She sounds insulted and bitter, clearly this is a sore spot, even though Arrow is dead, "Do not associate me with that monster. He hardly counts as an Archer."

He meets back the glare with an obvious look of confusion, "Yer acting like a lunati—" The man breaks down into a fit of coughing and gagging. Shaking it off with a grunt of annoyance.

"Tsk, and he was a lunatic...", he words are muttered under Archer's breath, bitter and disdainful. After the coughing stops, another exhausted sigh is let out, "Do you want me to drag his corpse here for you to see?"

"I mean... Y' haven't exactly given me puch proof t' work on yer whole not from this world thing, have ya?", his tone waves in between upset and playful.

Archer lets out a frustrated groan at the response, clearly annoyed by the tone - why did Petrel have to make things so difficult... "Do you not see my scarring on my face? It has not been long enough for it to have healed this much... And I do not think you want to see your friend's corpse."

"Scarrin'?", he blinks, squinting at A for a moment, eyes trailing around. "Ah-", he stops. "... This lighting doesn't really do much fer ya, does it?", he attempts to laugh it off, looking very uneasy.

"Is that enough proof for you? Or do we need to acknowledge the fact that I am two inches taller than your Archer?", they would rather not unbury Arrow's corpse, causing the tone to get harsher as every little physical difference between A and Arrow is pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah. Whaddya want?", he huffs, "Where is my nephew?"

"Our nephew is fine. I made sure of it.", for a second, Archer seems to soften, still being just as direct as before. Then, in a split second, that softness dissipates, giving way for more glaring, "They are safe now that your friends are dead, which I also made sure of."

"Don't dodge the question, now! Where is he?"

"I told you, he is fine. He is not your concern at this moment.", as Archer talks, its tone grows more steady and authoritative, seemingly trying to intimidate Petrel as well as assure him of Lambda's safety.

"Yeah? And can I be so sure of that? We're both Rockets, ain't we? It's in our core t' lie.", seems like the intimidation isn't working as A had hoped. Petrel's gaze is hard.

"Because, if you do not believe me, that puts me in a position where I need to deal with you.", despite the harsh glare, Archer doesn't falter, merely standing to look down on Petrel. "Just how I dealt with Arrow, and Ariana, and Proton, and Giovanni... Now, neither of us want that, so I recommend that you work with me instead of against me." Petrel's gaze remains harsh as Archer talks. "So... What is it going to be, Petrel? Because I am seeing a definite better option here. Besides, you need to persuade me not to kill you. Being aggressive is not going to help with that."

"An' who said I was bein' aggressive?"

Archer rolls her eyes at the comment, "Being sassy will not help you either." Petrel sighs, mumbling a bit to himself. The blue-haired individual took that as an invitation to keep talking, "... Perhaps, I can call him and ask if it would like to speak to you. At a later point, however, as your distrust of me is more than reciprocated."

"Course it is, yer actin' like a damn fool!", he snaps. Without warning, his arm gets free. Realising that Petrel's arm is loose, Archer says nothing, immediately grabbing the shovel and preparing to attack. Petrel seems prepared for it. He eyes A carefully.

"... You are lucky that Silver wants you alive, or I swear to Arceus, you would be in the same condition as Giovanni."

"Yeah? An' cher lucky I ain't in any shape t' fight, huh?", he coughs slightly.

"... Next time, the restraints will be tougher. Or there will not be a next time. We will see.", with that, Archer strikes Petrel with the shovel once again. Apparently, his other arm wasn't the only one freed. He swiftly blocks the attack by grabbing the shovel, slightly cutting his right arm. Taken aback by the unexpected strength, Archer lifts the shovel again, sending out Charcoal to preoccupy Petrel lest he gets mauled.

He's quick to go at the rope on his neck, "Look, I don' wanna hurt ya, Arch-from-another-world. Nor yer dog. Let me go an' we can talk this out like real men, no?"

"Firstly, you call me A.", Charcoal growls at Petrel's motion towards the rope, warning him before the attack, "Secondly, how do I know you are not faking being injured?"

"I ain't got my gear on me t' fake the blood, do I?", Well, he's right. His belt is gone, "An' fine, alright, A. Y' don' gotta go t' these extremes, do ya?"

"Do you believe I enjoy this? I told you, I do not want to harm you. I would not go to these extremes if I did not feel a need for them."

"An' I wouldn't go t' mine if you didn't go t' yers!"

"Oh, Arceus forbid I assume the worst of someone who's friends with Arceus-damn pedophiles!"

That has him stop, "'Scuse me? The Distortion are y' talkin' about?"

"Proton and Archer?!"

"Look, I know Pro was a bit of a creep, but I don' think he'd..."

Did he honestly not know? That could explain quite a bit. "... Then you need to pay more attention.", despite the harsh words and obvious anger, Archer stands down, resting the shovel as Charcoal steps behind his trainer.

"What? What happened to my nephew?!", he shouts, suddenly panicked.

"I am not telling you the details. That is for him to share when he is ready...", Archer softens up, realising that Petrel may not be as much of a threat as she thought, "... But, I promise, he is safe now. They are with a couple of friends right now, alright? Nothing is going to happen on my watch, I can promise you that."

He notices A softening and slowly finds himself doing so too, "... Aight... Given yer reaction, I guess I can trust ya..." He lets out a sigh, coughing harshly again and getting blood on his uniform, "... Jus' keep my nephew safe, alrigh?"

"Of course... It is my nephew as well, for your information.", retracting Charcoal into his Pokéball, Archer sits beside Petrel, leaving the shovel on the opposite side of the room, "How about I take you up on that offer - to talk?"]

#[shoutout to fries for rping this with me again thank youuuu] #tw csa mention #tw csa

[bluemoondust]

AAA ok just sharing an idea. Yandere rocket exec (I’m thinking Proton) and yandere Lance for the same person. But Lance is corrupt, and helps team rocket occasionally. The darling goes to Lance for help after a frightening encounter with the rocket yandere, and of course he’s kind and comforting, offering to take them in and let them stay the night. They wake up to Lance and a grinning executive entering their room, staring them down.

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

THIS

Oh man, just imagine the look of dread and betrayal on darling's face. I don't know why but I really like the trope of a yandere gaining their darling's trust, only for it all to shatter once they realize that they've been deceived.

You felt so safe around Lance, who had shown to be quite reliable, and even more so when he offered his assistance and a place to stay. Team Rocket is absolutely terrifying (I mention this when talking about the executives as yanderes) for many reasons. It's something you grew to know but you've never really had a face to face encounter with them.

Until that fateful day. Any of the executives can bring this amount of fear out of you because let's be honest, they are all scary in their own way. But oof— Proton is the worst offender since he gets off on seeing you terrified of him. The least petrifying of the four (but still scary) would be Petrel since at least he takes your feelings into consideration. While Archer and Ariana (she would be the second worst offender but at least she coddles you here and there) have sadistic tendencies, but not as much as Proton.

Which makes this quote on quote betrayal from Lance hurt even more. You trusted him. He said he would keep you safe. But why do you see him with the person who caused you this bone chilling fear? The one who made you shake and cry in his arms? This had to be a dream. This couldn't be happening.

Yandere Lance in this scenario of course still cares for you immensely, which is why he had to do this. I can see him feeling some form of guilt when he sees how hurt you look but a darker part of him likes seeing you with tears streaming down your face as you look up at him in fear.

Man I really like this idea!!!! I can just imagine the wide smirk on Proton's face once you wake up. As if he was telling you that no matter where you go or hide, he'll always find you.

#☆moondust.answers☆ #yandere pokemon #yandere lance #yandere proton #corrupt lance au

[tumblestonesa]

lets talk about johto era petrel.

he came to rocket for giovanni. he'd been fascinated by the man enough to leave his personal crimes behind to work alongside the other executives in rocket. it was entertaining, and that's all his life was really lacking at that point.

when rocket 'disbanded', he almost left. what entertainment was there to be had with giovanni gone to ground? and then he saw the state archer was in. and that? that was just enough entertainment to keep him around. how long until the usually perfectly composed man shattered completely, and what sort of explosion would it be when that happened?

he couldn't resist.

#headcanon | petrel

[sins-of-the-sea]

💌📫 - [The Master, Specifically for Krakonos]

EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?

💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours.

As smoke rises from the oceans, a single petrel flies inland to drop a seashell for the One in the Mountains. It cracks open upon shattering onto a rock, allowing the letter to be read inside:

"Fine. This is a truce for now. Know I will tolerate your involvement into my affairs for the moment. But the moment mankind comes to me directly within the seas, the line shall be drawn. Stay away from the seas, and I will not haunt humanity until they reach my shores."

Of course, the Master would break this promise eventually. But for now. Uh.

Gotta deal with the breakdown of debris as the last of Atlantis vanishes in the horizon.

📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party.

"So, uh… was this meant for us?"

"I don't know. Maybe the Master had an encounter and…."

Etched onto the hull of La Demonia Roja are assorted imagery of an antlered raptor-like beast with wings and a staff. The imagery of the being is impeccable and frightening… all while assorted words in different languages, dead and alive, are pointed at his direction. Including "Rassgat", "κώλος", "Kretén", "သေနာကောင်", and "Umgqobho wempundu".

Of course, among the languages are languages the Crew can read, especially the four European members of the Sins, so they were able to infer from various Latin or Hebrew-based scripts. "I never knew the Master could be so unbelieveably…. petty."

"He's a manchild!"

"A millenia-old toddler throwing a tantrum."

"Times like these I can't believe we sold our souls to a spoiled little princess."

And just as they say this, a massive tendril emerges from the sea. It uncurls itself to release branches, which uncurl themselves to release more branches, which uncurl themselves to release more branches-

Rashid sighs from one of the opened gun hatches. "You four should have known better than to talk about the Master like this so openly in the ocean."

"Well, damn. See you all later, I suppose. Watch the ship, Abbi." The giant mass of tendrils grip at the little dinghy bearing the four men, pulling them all under water. The surface of the sea begin to thicken with red as assorted body parts and organs begin bobbing among the waves.

Ruixiong grumbles upon realizing Giovanni is among those shredded to pieces in the ocean. "So what are we going to have for dinner now?! Hard tack and swill?!"

"Don't look at me, I'm not touching the galley."

#ASFIOASFDOIAH #[The Master] #[Meme] #hriobzagelthewanderer #[Captain Josep Frascona] #[Abena Frascona] #[Rashid al-Qadar] #[Wang Ruixiong] #[Guy Duchamp] #[Phoebus Duchamp] #[Giovanni Vespucci] #blood tw #gore tw #death tw #food tw

[sagaofstardustmkg]

moon

What was destiny? Was it something predetermined for us? Fate that wove every piece of one's life to fit onto a path? Was it one's parents painstakingly planning out every single aspect of their life before they lived it? 

Haruki for so long had lived under the guidance of others who didn't know what was best for him. They poked and prodded at him, broke and put him back together, trying desperately to shape him like wet clay into the man he ought to be. Ought to be. How ridiculous. Haruki before he came to Stardust Academy was nothing but a seedling trapped in a pot far too tight for him to grow out of. He suffocated within the confines of what was judged as 'perfect'. It was his destiny to be Mizukabe Sansei. He had nightmares often about being unable to carve who he was meant to be from the marble he was given. Even now, he hears a quiet voice speak to him, in the sound of raindrops, in the calming sound of a wave, in the winds that Dragom began to summon. 

You're not doing it right. 

You're not doing enough. 

Give up and get back to what you're good at.

[ ♪♪♪ ]

What Haruki found when he entered the school was rebirth. He stared into the abyss of his shadow, reached in, and found the person he always wanted to be, but was too afraid to become. The pot he was in shattered when the world around them shattered. He threw himself off the beaten path, and found something he could never replace: Love. Love in the pieces of his shattered soul that reflected on those he came to know. In a quiet but worried man who had lived up to every expectation, yet still felt empty. In a woman who would do anything to save the ones she loved. In men who had loved the world, despite the pain it brought them. In the parasite who felt like an outsider to the world, afraid that they'd never understand what love even meant. To the young woman who carried her guilt, unable to forgive herself for the people she's hurt. He found love in Dragom, whose curiosity and unapologetic love for the world gave Haruki a new outlook, and in Petrel, who pushed him to dive headfirst into himself, and truly see himself reflected in the shattered remains of his heart. His friends and loved ones had shown him who Haruki Okumura truly was. 

As Haruki watched the Faerie Queen begin to attack his loved ones, he knew that if he was going to get this life he wanted with Dragom and Petrel and every single person who's touched his heart, he was going to have to go on the offensive. He felt magic surge within himself. Dragom's beautiful song rang out true in his heart, and he turned to face him with a determined nod. He then turns to Petrel, who was shedding dark dream heavy tears. Gentle hands reach up to his face, holding his cheeks, rubbing his thumbs across those warm cheeks. This was it, the chance to have a life that he designed himself. To forge his own path in the woods, across the sea, tearing down everything in his path to finally reach happiness. With the softest of smiles, Haruki uses his magic to lift the tears off of Petrel's face, swirling them around in his hand before he sharpens and thins the shape to a blade. He nods one last time at Petrel, then to Dragom, then runs headfirst towards the one thing standing in his way. 

With every pounding step of his boots on the ground, the words of his father rang out in his head. Feel every drop. Every molecule of water is yours, it always has been. The water in the air, the water in the ground, in life itself. With his magic amplified, Haruki doesn't feel the need to focus, it just comes to him. Every droplet of rain from the storm that Dragom summoned is felt in his body, strong enough to make his hairs stand on end. Without moving a muscle, the raindrops that poured down around Dionaea began to shift. Like a dance only Haruki could perform, the raindrops began shooting at the faerie queen at incredible, violent speeds. They move around anyone within the area, making sure not to scratch a single being that wasn't in the Sunset Court. Any attempt on him was thwarted by a watery shield that was created in seconds with raindrops. As he ran closer, right up to Dionaea, Haruki yelled out, loud enough to hush his own anxieties. 

"Listen here, you fancy pancy Poison Ivy knockoff! Everyone here's worked too hard for too long to get their happy endings! We're getting our friends back! And we're ending this fucked up school year once and for all!" 

Once Haruki was within reach, he created platforms of solid water, leaping up them with grace. Not unlike a salmon swimming upstream, as he made it look natural, fighting against a current. Every ounce of his anger, pain, despair, love, joy, and hope flowed through him and into every shot he took at Dionaea. With one last leap, he swung out his arm, holding the sword that carried Petrel's, Dragom's, and Haruki's dreams within. They get to have their future together, and like Hell Haruki was going to let it slip past him. Though his shame whispers to him on his stream of consciousness, telling him he hasn't earned this, he calls out through it. He recalls the countless times he's cried in self pity. The times he's struggled to connect. All the times he's reached out and someone reached out back to him. From Ben and Caleb's countless 'You're enough's to Petrel and Dragom's 'I love all of you's carries him in this moment. 

"I get to choose my life!”  

Haruki swings the dark dream water sword onto Dionaea's chest, and once it makes contact, shifts the shape, releasing it from his hand to explode into shards of determination into her.

“Twenty notes in 4:4 measure play the final coda. The lullaby is a song to end the dream. My ocean swallows the sun, my sky lifts us starwards, my moon will render destiny obsolete.”

#endgame #trial #mizukabe

[godconsume]

TAG DUMP.

》♛  ❛ verse : of sun and moon ┊  RAINBOW ROCKET 》♛  ❛ verse : the earth-shattering leader ┊  MAIN 》♛  ❛ verse : the phoenix will rise ┊  POST 》♛  ❛ the consumer of gods ┊  GIOVANNI 》♛  ❛ his loyal righthand ┊  ARCHER   》♛  ❛ the cunning executive ┊  ARIANA 》♛  ❛ the cutthroat executive ┊  PROTON 》♛  ❛ the playful executive ┊  PETREL 》♛  ❛ starter call ┊  MUTUALS ONLY 》♛  ❛ open starter ┊  MUTUALS ONLY 》♛  ❛ loyal do they stand ┊  POKEMON 》♛  ❛ the ones who shall conquer & bring the gods to kneel ┊  ROCKET

#》♛ ❛ verse : of sun and moon ┊ RAINBOW ROCKET #》♛ ❛ verse : the earth-shattering leader ┊ MAIN #》♛ ❛ verse : the phoenix will rise ┊ POST #》♛ ❛ the consumer of gods ┊ GIOVANNI #》♛ ❛ his loyal righthand ┊ ARCHER #》♛ ❛ the cunning executive ┊ ARIANA #》♛ ❛ the cutthroat executive ┊ PROTON #》♛ ❛ the playful executive ┊ PETREL #》♛ ❛ starter call ┊ MUTUALS ONLY #》♛ ❛ open starter ┊ MUTUALS ONLY #》♛ ❛ loyal do they stand ┊ POKEMON #》♛ ❛ the ones who shall conquer & bring the gods to kneel ┊ ROCKET

[crossingplace]

tagged by: me. I MADE THIS BOOYA

tagging: @erleidn​  @astutior​  @liberons​​  

lines from poems by Stacy Szymaszek

bold the ones that apply to your muse, italicize the ones that your muse directs at someone else, strike out the ones that your muse disavows.

Character: ANNIE LEONHARDT

...manifest

defunct list of common names              proxy for the bearer              nor’wester buffets gear        reach into our canisters            drawn and sewn            into my lapels             assembly of illegal men             peril will not know           two Roman slaves              rain            the rage passes through our teeth            into interior pneumatic doors              my evening of moniker           stamped upon boxes of envelopes               blank ledger for you                with tin and amber stockpiled                     you prince

...shift at oars

water     relives     reservoir            boat     bottom     draft     displaced        lineal thought      backward body        no one knows the brains I am now             tree     an oar     origin          joints ruptured        soak in deep ink           wallpaper     remnant     flower     float    chandelier           brief case          hundred words logged          congestion of resin          forecasts final position        restless sleep            width of back       belted           sodium poultice             exhausts courtship            agora           drain a home of you            wind lashes fronds         cellophane          where a mammal bled            activity not yet diffused            weight of oyster in gloved hand he shucks            dented pewter         assonance      her aspect relocated           wind shatters plexi        phenomena foregone for me            shift at oars             new muscle        grown bone          never held you          case of dried apricot        gorge         I am summoned                capable a day           outlast forecast              coral reef         feeler                paper      cover      mallet      awl               fire-box                  androgyne

...auction

one sketch of the stormy petrel                 one set of clothes not to be worn during the voyage           one log of the harm that came           you miss a man so much         slop chest           small stuff        prayer book          a stitch through his nose           coin in his mouth             his custody           broken holy stone at feet          sailmaker stitches you inside a sail        last to touch        your craft             slipped starboard          pig on foot     does no good         to stay afloat           to assure identity           one pot of ink             one paragraph on a miscellaneous custom       quit the shore             pot of wood ash        box of blank cards          beef bone sculpture         deducted form            wages what you bid             seldom mentioned in leisure              his form forecastle slip         cliché poor guy . . .       the oath and the laugh boom         skylark          flicks a card in another’s face

#|| hesione memes #tag meme #akfkfafldfadkad #homework....... #I abstain. (annie)

[earthenbled]

TAG DUMP. PT 1.

》♛  ❛ verse : of sun and moon ┊  RAINBOW ROCKET 》♛  ❛ verse : the earth-shattering leader ┊  MAIN 》♛  ❛ verse : the phoenix will rise ┊  POST 》♛  ❛ rocket’s valiant leader ┊  SAKAKI  》♛  ❛ his loyal righthand ┊  ARCHER   》♛  ❛ the cunning executive ┊  ARIANA 》♛  ❛ the cutthroat executive ┊  PROTON 》♛  ❛ the playful executive ┊  PETREL 》♛  ❛ starter call ┊  MUTUALS ONLY 》♛  ❛ open starter ┊  MUTUALS ONLY  》♛  ❛ loyal do they stand ┊  POKEMON 》♛  ❛ the ones who shall conquer ┊  ROCKET 

#》♛ ❛ verse : of sun and moon ┊ RAINBOW ROCKET #》♛ ❛ verse : the earth-shattering leader ┊ MAIN #》♛ ❛ verse : the phoenix will rise ┊ POST #》♛ ❛ rocket’s valiant leader ┊ SAKAKI #》♛ ❛ his loyal righthand ┊ ARCHER #》♛ ❛ the cunning executive ┊ ARIANA #》♛ ❛ the cutthroat executive ┊ PROTON #》♛ ❛ the playful executive ┊ PETREL #》♛ ❛ starter call ┊ MUTUALS ONLY #》♛ ❛ open starter ┊ MUTUALS ONLY #》♛ ❛ loyal do they stand ┊ POKEMON #》♛ ❛ the ones who shall conquer ┊ ROCKET

[pureheartsandrainbowwings]

Because you’re both in a suspicious hideaway? Who even are you?

( @sevencolorspasserby )

You guys are way too nosy. I might as well just deactivate this Gear.

#[ ??? ] #[ mirror; disappearance ] #[ shatter; petrel ]

[vaultsofthefirstage]

Brilliant Shattered Ice’s Cruel Wisdom (Orichalcum Artifact *****)

(This is a 3e conversion of the artifact sword of Brillian Shattered Ice found on Lords of Creation pg 148).

Born at the dawn of the Solars, the genius Twilight, Brillian Shattered Ice, took her name from one of the many fallen enemies of the gods. Its death formed a frozen wasteland of ice, cultivated and experimented on by Brilliant Shattered Ice herself as she turned the unmelting body of the fallen one and carved it both into her necklace and an unfinished blade. Her necklace became a sign of her victory and her genius.

Her blade needed more still. In her empire city of Tzatli, she took apart the frozen graces of several Raksha, melting them to a freezing broth in her saphire palace, dipping orichalcum until it was blanched white. Its temperature dropped, but its chill was nothing to her pale northern skin, even as she tempered the ice around the white orichalcum center and quenched it once more in the freezing liquid souls.

Broad and thin, Cruel Wisdom holds a single hearthstone socket. Frost seems to pour from the blade like wisdom pours from the mind of its artificer. She is a scientist first and warriors second, but her desire to test new sorceries and artifacts has more than once led her into the Deep Wyld to seek out suitable foes for her blade.

Attunement: 5m Type: Medium (+3 ACC, +12 DMG, +1 DEF, OVW 5) Tags: Lethal, Melee, Balanced Hearthstone slots: 1 Era: War of the Gods

Evocations of Cruel Wisdom

While wielding Cruel Wisdom, an exalt attuned to the daiklave adds her (Occult) to her Soak and (Occult/2) to her Hardness against damaging sorcerous effects and similar charms and abilities from demons and fair folk alike. The Twilight caste anima explicitly stacks with this effect. In addition, the wielder may add (Occult/2) to her Resolve against glamours, illusions, and shaping effects, which the sword cuts through with ease and grace.

Shattered Ice Slash

Cost: 2i, 1wp; Mins: Essence 1

Type: Reflexive

Keywords: Clash, Withering-only, Dissonant, Resonant

Duration: Instant

Prerequisite: Terrestrial Circle Sorcery

The chill that permeates her blade freezes magics so that they may be shattered like ice by her blade. By activating this charm, the wielder may reflexively “Clash” a Shape Sorcery action with a Countermagic action. In addition, this can be used to clash a glamour or illusion cast by a fair folk, overcoming it breaks the effect on the Exalt automatically, though other targets are still affected, if applicable.

Rather than dealing normal initiative damage, if she reduces the spell to 0 sorcerous motes or if she overcomes the fair folk’s glamour, the essence they wield is frozen, reducing their defenses by 1 until the end of the Exalt’s next turn. This evocation uses up the Exalt’s turn for the round, or causes her to skip her next turn if she has acted already.

Resonant: This evocation does not count as the Exalt’s action for the round. In addition, the Exalt is always considered to know the spell that they are countering as long as she is initiated into the proper circle.

Special Activation Rules: This evocation awakens automatically for any sorcerer not dissonant with Orichalcum.

Northern Wing and Claw Flight

Cost: -; Mins: Essence 1

Type: Permanent

Keywords: Resonant

Duration: Permanent

Prerequisite: None

Cruel Wisdom was worn on the waist of Brilliant Shattered Ice as she learned and mastered the secrets of flying beasts, both those found inside Creation and the enemies outside of it. The wielder may throw the daiklave as if it were a Medium Artifact Thrown weapon with the Lethal, and Thrown (Short) tag. It returns to its owners hand as long as an attack roll made with it is not a botch.

Resonant: A wielder who resonates with Orichalcum can thrown the weapon as if it had Thrown (Medium) instead. 

Special Activation Rules: This evocation cannot be purchased with experience points. It instead awakens at no cost the first time the wielder defeats a non-trivial flying opponent.

Circle of Frozen Meditation

Cost: 3m, 2i; Mins: Essence 1

Type: Reflexive

Keywords: None

Duration: One round

Prerequisite: Shattered Ice Slash

Frozen to the core, Cruel Wisdom finds respite in its own frigidity. Whenever the wielder successfully parries or resists a sorcerous, glamourous, or illusionary effect, the magic of that effect freezes, becoming a barrier of ice around the Exalt and her sword, allowing her to reflexively gain the benefits of a Full Defense until the beginning of her next turn.

Sky-Defying Cruelty

Cost: 4m; Mins: Essence 2

Type: Supplemental

Keywords: Dissonant, Resonant

Duration: Instant

Prerequisite: Circle of Frozen Meditation

Brilliant Shattered Ice held no exalt to be her equal. What she attempted, she succeeded at. Where she succeeded, others failed to match her. Whenever the Exalt Counterspells an opposing sorcerer, each 10 on her roll stores a sorcerous mote inside of Cruel Wisdom, stolen away from her lesser peer, which can be spent towards any spell she may cast. Sorcerous motes banked in her artifact are lost at the end of the scene.

Dissonant: Characters dissonant with Orichalcum cannot learn this evocation.

Resonant: Characters resonant with Orichalcum can draw more than just motes from the frozen blade, they can draw magic itself. The exalt may learn one spell from the Terrestrial circle that can be used only while she is wielding Cruel Wisdom. This spell takes on thematically appropriate elements (For example, Flight of the Brilliant Raptor instead becomes Flight of the Frigid Petrel, while a cirrus skiff sprinkles down powder snow as it flies). If she pays the spells experience point cost, she may draw out another spell from the daiklave.

Frozen Soul Blade

Cost: 2m; Mins: Essence 2

Type: Reflexive

Keywords: None

Duration: Instant

Prerequisite: Northern Wing and Claw Flight, Circle of Frozen Meditation

Spells frozen and shattered by their sword are nothing more than ice, for their true powers has been drawn into the blade. Whenever the Exalt successfully parries, resists, or clashes a spell, an attack made through a simple-charm, a glamour, or an illusion, she may draw (Opponent’s Essence) sorcerous motes into her blade which can be spent towards any spell she casts. Any sorcerous motes that remain at the end of the scene are lost.

Cirrus Striking Saber

Cost: 7m, 1wp; Mins: Essence 3

Type: Supplemental

Keywords: Decisive-only, Dissonant, Resonant

Duration: Instant

Prerequisite: Frozen Soul Blade

To master something is only the beginning of study - for others have secrets to learn. With unerring accuracy, her weapon finds these secrets, and steals them. This evocation supplements a decisive Thrown attack made with Cruel Wisdom, granting double 9s on the attack roll. If the opponent is taking a Shape Sorcery action, then the attack receives double 8s instead. In addition for each 10 that comes up in the damage roll, the opponent loses one sorcerous mote. If they do not have enough sorcerous motes or are not shaping, they lose that many motes instead. If they do not have enough motes or are incapable of manipulating essence, they lose as many sorcerous motes and motes as possible and then lose 1wp if there is still remainder.

Dissonant: A character dissonant with Orichalcum cannot master this evocation.

Resonant: Each 8, 9, and 10 on the damage roll drains a mote from her opponent.

Mystic Glacial Mirror Cascade

Cost: 6m, 1wp; Mins: Essence 3

Type: Reflexive

Keywords: Counterattack, Perilous, Decisive-Only, Resonant

Duration: Instant

Prerequisite: Frozen Soul Blade, Sky Defying Cruelty, Celestial Circle Sorcery

Resonant: This evocation can only be used by a wielder resonant with Cruel Wisdom.

Cruel Wisdom learns. Cruel Wisdom punishes those who do not. Such is the blade’s nature, for wisdom is cruel to the ignorant. Whenever the Solar parries any Simple-type charm attack, sorcery, glamour, clashes such an effect and wins, or successfully counter spells such an effect, she freezes the essence in the air and forms a barrage of striking icicles against the source out to Medium range. This is a undodgeable decisive attack made with Intelligence + Thrown. If she hits, the Solar rolls (Opponent’s Essence + Occult) dice of damage and does not reset to base initiative. If the effect was a sorcery, she deals 1 level of automatic damage if the attack hits for each circle of the spell.

This evocation can only be used once per scene unless reset by successfully casting a a spell from the Terrestrial circle whose sorcerous motes are at least partially drawn from Cruel Wisdom. The 2nd time this is used in a scene, this condition changes to Celestial circle. The 3rd time this is used in a scene, the Solar must cast a spell of the Solar circle to reset this effect.

In addition, when the Solar learns this evocation, she may draw a Celestial Circle spell from Cruel Wisdom as Sky-Defying Cruelty’s effect.

Cold Snap Spirit Mien

Cost: 12m (6m); Mins: Essence 4

Type: Simple

Keywords: None

Duration: One scene

Prerequisite: Mystic Glacial Mirror Cascade

With the Exalt’s soul, she proclaims her own triumph over the long slain Brilliant Shattered Ice. This evocation may be used whenever the Solar is at the iconic display of anima, immediately creating a vast blizzard drawn from her own soul. All beings except the Exalt are subject to an environmental hazard that deals 1L each round that ignores hardness. In addition, this extreme cold distorts and disrupts magic. Sorcery not cast by the Exalt herself requires (Essence) additional sorcerous motes to complete, while the charms of fair folk and demons require (Essence) additional motes.

If the Exalts anima ever falls below the iconic level, this evocation ends. If the Exalt later enters into iconic again, this charm can be reactivated for only 6m in the same scene.

Rolling Avalanche Perpetuation

Cost: -; Mins: Essence 4

Type: Permanent

Keywords: None

Duration: Permanent

Prerequisite: Mystic Glacial Mirror Cascade, Falling Icicle Strike (Exalted p.419)

As a rumble proceeds an avalance, the Exalt’s attack simply leads into something far more grand. After making an attack with Falling Icicle Strike with Cruel Wisdom, for each 10 on the damage roll, the Exalt adds an automatic success to a Shape Sorcery or Counterspell action taken on the next round.

Prismatic Permafrost Contemplation

Cost: 15m, 1wp, Mins: Essence 5

Type: Simple

Keywords: Perilous

Duration: One day

Prerequisite: Cold Snap Spirit Mien, Solar Circle Sorcery

The Solar’s genius is paramount to indestructibility. Brilliant Shattered Ice was said to wield her sword both as tool to experiment safely with her sorcery and a weapon for invading the Wyld through the use of this legendary evocation. By touching her blade to the ground, the Solar covers an area of up to 1 mile in a layer of frost that freezes it in place. Trivial opponents, scenery, and the like are frozen automatically, non-Trivial opponents with Essence lower than her own may pay 1wp to avoid this frost. Opponents with an Essence score equal or higher to her own are unaffected.

Being frozen prevents a character from acting for the duration, but provides some benefits as well. Anything covered by this frost can not be altered by supernatural means. A raksha’s rampage will fail to shape a single frozen leaf and the spell Benediction of Archgenesis will find the land impervious to its overgrowth.

In addition, a Solar who awakens this charm may draw a single Solar circle spell from her daiklave as Sky-Defying Cruelty.

#Exalted #Artifact #Orichalcum #First age #Exalted RPG #Exalted 3e #Conversion

[justinegrotius]

The smoke from Osprey’s cigarette wound upward toward the shattered planet in the sky. It was early morning, and she was finishing a long watch shift. She rubbed her bleary eyes. As nice as the tea Lark had brought her had been, what she really needed was a cup kafa. Since taking up the Master-at-Arms role, Osprey had found herself more on edge than she had been in ages, since she had been deployed with Kestrel to Zangarra. She took another drag; the soft sizzle of burning rolling paper cut through morning quietude. She flicked the glowing stub from her perch high in the crow’s nest, and watched as its cherry spiralled down down down into the glassy sea. No, taking care of others, being the protective detail, as it were, was something she had done in the past and had never really viewed herself doing again. Between the sleepless nights and boring as hell diplomatic conversations to which she had been subjected, Osprey had decided long ago she could only do one of those things well at a time. But who was she to protest orders? A promotion was a promotion. It was necessary. And she had earned it. Petrel’s orders were explicit — protect the assets at all costs. Alright. At least she’d be getting a pay bump. The fact an account had been set up for all her current and back military pay was an encouraging sign. Perhaps her duty was almost up. Osprey cast a long look toward the planet hovering just above Azeroth’s horizon. She wondered what it was like. ‘Argus’ was the name she had heard whispered — was this the old goat’s ancestral home world? If it’s denizens were as pigheaded as Mister Albatross had been, she wanted to remain as far away as possible — fuck that guy, she thought. She closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall of the crow’s nest. She listened to the roll of the sea and the calls of the seabirds. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the salty, moist air. After a time, she opened her eyes and watched the horizon. Minutes passed. A faint green flash cut across the surface of distant waters. Then the sun began to rise. Osprey smiled. She shut her eyes once more, let the light warm her, and enjoyed feeling of the sea as it rocked her body gently with the current. In that moment, as in every other instance of those moments, she let herself become one with nature. Soon, the sound of shuffling feet from far below began to drift to her. She sighed. And then Wren’s shouted call: “Watch change. Mister Mason, relieve Miss Osprey!” “Shift change, aye!” Osprey called. She pushed herself up once she had heard Andrew’s muffled acknowledgement from belowdecks. She hoisted herself over the wall and began to climb down. An anticlimactic end to another boring shift. At least she had that bedroll she had spread across her bunk waiting for her. A perk, she supposed. (( Mentioned: @juniper-rose-blower @brian-wellson @quai-mason @andrew-mason / [ @blackbay-wra ] ))

#Justine #Master-at-Arms #Blackbay #Broken Isles 2 #Kirin Tor Offensive #Backstory #The Shade

[decarabiacampaign]

Main Quest 1 - Seeking a Scholar (CR 2-3)

Seeking the Scholar (Main quest)

1  - Investigate the location of the scholar

The party will eventually be led to the butcher as a potential lead, but must do sidequests to get to that point. The butcher will not reveal anything unless questioned.

Asking around about the scholar informs the players of the Revenant and Shardmind quests Revenant (CR 2):  The party learns of a reclusive old man, said to be quite rich from his two business partners who have since moved away. He lives in a manor north of town. Shardmind (CR 2):  One villager, upon being asked about a strange and reclusive petrel who moved in, says that that must be the strange woman who lives south of town

2 - Butcher/Modrons

A - The butcher is a fat and powerful man who has made a deal with the reclusive scholar known only as West, offering him animal body parts and carcasses in exchange for technology to cool his meat locker. He believes West to be a brilliant scientist who has overcome death itself - And has begun offering him human body parts to try and bring his wife back from the dead

He is canny, and knows that West has enemies (Especially the demon-aligned Decarabia,) and if the party confronts him about the scholar he leads them to the back of the store for "Privacy." The door cannot be opened from the inside without a key, kept inside his pocket.

Locked inside his meat locker, made cold with strange technology, and surrounded by hanging meat, and demands to know why they're looking for West. He accuses the party of being "followers of Decarabia," and attacks them with a butcher knife - But he can be talked down before he injects himself with the hypo. The area is covered in hanging meat, and misty with cold air, giving everyone a 20% miss chance and a penalty on attack rolls with one-handed and ranged weapons (The Butcher, working frequently in this environment, has Blind Fight

Butcher (CR 3, due to environment) Human Commoner 4Str 15 Dex 9 Con 18 Int 10 Wis 8 Cha 7 HP 33 (4d6+20) AC 10 (+2 armor, +1 dodge, -1 dex, -2 rage) Bab 2 Fort 5 Ref 2 Will 2 Feats:Blind Fight, Catch Off Guard, Skill Focus: Bluff Skills:Bluff +5, Profession: Butcher +6 Items:Butcher Knife // +4 1d4+2Iron Apron // +2 AC, ACP 0 Attack - Butcher Knife +7 1d4+3 Full Attack - Butcher Knife +7/+7 1d4+3 In combat: The butcher opens combat by stabbing himself with a hypo given to him by West as a move action (He prepared it ahead of time in case he had to do this.) The questionable potion bestows the spells Rage and Haste upon himself; this is included in the stat array above. He can move 60 feet.Due to the cramped meat locker he fights the party in, the party takes a -4 on attack rolls with one-handed, ranged, or non-peiricing weapons and everyone has a 20% miss chance due to the mist. This is an advantage to the Butcher, as he uses a meat clever that can be easily swung between the animal carcasses.

B-

If left alive, the Butcher can be spoken to and convinced that the party are not the followers of Decarabia. He explains that they are west's planar enemies and want him dead - Strange, otherworldly enemies that he can't understand. He suspects demon involvement, but does not know much

He eventually explains the location of West - At which point a deep and robotic voice speaks from a crystal, suddenly glowing red before shattering

"YOUR RELEVANT INFORMATION HAS BEEN ACQUIRED. YOU WILL NOW BE ELIMINATED."

The butcher, though injured, will assist the party as an NPC party member until they escape

If the butcher is killed, the party finds a logbook and can use that to track down the address. If read aloud, the crystal does the same as the scenario above

Decarabia’s plan here is twofold - Either the Butcher and the Party will die, or they'll be spurred to rush to West immediately. In the latter case, it allows Decarabia's forces to attack once the party has cleared out West's monsters and found the path inside. Decarabia himself is a chaotic "Viral Modron" dominated to serve the forces of chaos... Which he ironically does through ruthless, regimented and orderly tactics.

C - Modron Squad CR 2

A squad of Modrons slam open in the door, attacking the party: Three Monodrones (One flying,) lead by a Duodrone Commander who closes and blocks the door (The Duodrone can only command and prevent the door from opening; he can not attack unless a Tridrone commands him to.) This first encounter are especially weak for a modron squad, and are mere sacrifices summoned in and designed to distract the party while an identical squad sets the building ablaze outside.

D - Modron Squad CR 3

From behind the cover of the window crouch three Monodrones, one flying and hidden, lead by a Duodrone commander. When the Duodrone spots the party, he commands the monodrones to attack using crossbows, and commands the Flying Monodrone to report their status to Decarabia so he knows they are still alive.

The butcher shop, now ablaze, has one exit in a room that contains a counter and a large glass window with hanging meat (Which cooks in the fire.) The area around the shop is covered with a smokescreen to obscure the Modron's existence, and the squad will attack from range with crossbows once they see the party.

This, too, is simply a distraction to allow the messenger to escape. It can't be followed or properly attacked due to the smokescreen.

4 - Brain In A Jar (Arc Dungeon)

The party learns of his abandoned home, and must explore it to find evidence of the scholar - He resides in the cellar, life extended by strange technology.

The lab contains homonculi, sauhagin in an aquarium, flesh golems, and other weird experiments. Part dungeon, many are imprisoned. The party must also deal with hostile Modrons.

A dungeon to be detailed on a separate page.

[sagaofstardustmkg]

Droplets || Mizukabe 6.6

Haruki was glad that they were able to figure out the what happened part of this mystery. Haruki was never all too familiar with the magical world. Especially pocket dimensions and how they can absolutely shatter under the weight of eternity. He's having second thoughts about visiting Caleb and Ben if they all get out of here alive. Don't they live in a pocket dimension? Anyways.

Haruki rested his hands on Dragom and Petrel respectively, listening to the others as they began to piece together a profile of who Glassbreaker could be. As they spoke, realizations came to his mind. His eyebrows furrowed, and a grimace sat on his face. He doesn't want to talk about this. He just wants the happy ending, and to gloss over all the rest of the details. But for now, he has to be patient, and work for that happy ending. He looked over the evidence that had been laid out for all of them to consider, and began to form a profile in his head. Once Mayumi had finished, Haruki raised his hand above his head, asking to be called upon.

"I agree with Mayumi. I also want to bring attention to that corkboard we all had found. We know that it was written either by Time... er.. Caleb. Or Glassbreaker, and the contents read "We have a shot at our miracles. Yours and mine and a big wrap up miracle for everybody." That implies that both parties have something that would be seen as a miracle. Maybe Glassbreaker also lost someone dear to them? It would make sense with Nev's theories. About faeries and kidnappings and whatnot."

To be quite honest, the faerie stuff was a little confusing to him, but he hoped that he had understood Nev correctly.

"I also want to, erm... Bring up something from the game files. Glassbreaker writes in a loop's notes about Subject 16 disguising themself as Glassbreaker and using a recognizable, if incorrect, accent to impersonate them. Maybe we can say that the general opinion on Glassbreaker is that they have a unique accent? Also does anyone know what that movie could be? I've never heard of it in my life. I guess them recognizing the movie also helps Mayumi's point about them being familiar with nonmagic and magic culture alike."

He chuckles bashfully, not quite sure he's making good assumptions here.

#endgame #trial #mizukabe #submission

[argxnto-blog1]

Vestigial | Silver & Petrel

Starter Call! | @scrubs-and-cigs

Days passed slowly, and without much purpose, though… Silver supposed he would understand what that felt like. He was eighteen now; that was just the natural course of things, wasn’t it? Especially when the goal that he had in mind was so narrow – destroy Rocket, and keep it destroyed. It was a fine and noble goal, he supposed – if there was ever a Rocket to quash. But it was a curious thing, that goal of his; it always hinged on an if. If Rocket were to show up, Silver would be there to take it down. But what if there was no usurpation? What if there was no scraped-up group of ragtag diehards trying their damnedest to build back the shattered concrete of Rocket’s reputation? What then? Live in relaxation? Surely, you think lowly of him; of course he couldn’t rest over the matter. For when there was something as quiet as a disaster like Rocket waiting around the corner, one could never rest too easy. Become lax, and a resurgence could awaken right beneath him while he slept. He had to remain ever-vigilant, and… certainly, stressed.

How could he not be, with the life he’d chosen to lead? It was waiting for an omen to run its course; there was no way to prevent such a thing; there was only ever a way to try to minimize the damage before it ran rampant and destroyed innocent people’s lives too extensively. There was no true peace over the matter; true peace would only mean that things would be too quiet – that Rocket was, perhaps, biding its time to rise again. It was only ever present danger, or the worry of near-present danger. This was… Silver’s life. And fretting over tomorrow only ever made the day wane over slowly, as if every tick of the clock was an eternity to watch it pass a single second.

He’d heard tell of a new sort of resurgence going around, but most of his digging would only ever lead him to high-told rumors told from hysterical, paranoid lips – but never, never did he allow himself to disbelieve these words, even if they were told by those who would cry wolf, so to speak. He investigated these sources thoroughly, each and every one of them, scouring the newspapers, searching the Internet. Obsessive, is what most would call him, but he would only ever consider himself persistently diligent, and nothing more. Perhaps he was obsessive, but Silver would never admit it.

His searches did not lead him far – in terms of information, as well as in distance. Whatever sparse information he could scrape up only led him… right back to Goldenrod, where he himself remained. But the city was large, and it was the site of one of the larger resurgences of Rocket seven years ago. Silver spent his free time after work searching around in between the time it took him to walk home, and when he would go home to sleep. Dinner was something he could live without; it helped with the bills, anyway. He was aware that primarily keeping his searches at night left him vulnerable, in a sense, so he always made sure to keep Wyvie beside him as he searched. The Weavile’s wide, wide eyes were able to detect creatures of the night, where Silver’s human eyes could not, and as well as being his friend, Wyvie became an inexhaustible resource. It was a tired night when Silver was finally clocked out from his little job at a call service tucked away in a little corner of the city; he grabbed his phone for the flashlight ability it would have, just in case the need would come of it, and kept Wyvie by his side, gripping his phone tightly. Where the information led Silver was to a rather unpleasant area of the city, and with his size and stature, he could only fear the worst for himself.

He searched into the late hours of the night, without even the moon above to show its face to illuminate him. Exhausted, he returned back Wyvie to his Luxury Ball for the Pokemon to rest, checked his phone one last time futilely for what was supposed to be clues and directions on where to search next. He rubbed the tire from his eyes, perhaps putting down his guard a bit too far for one who is in such a particularly harsh part of Goldenrod. Perhaps with a bit of focus, he could have keyed into the cues of the man approaching behind him, tall and lanky, with some sort of intention Silver never would have been able to tell.

Perhaps he could have, but he didn’t, regardless.

#Vestigial | scrubs and cigs #((and now?? petrel's gonna Scare Him??))

[myironlxng]

xneverlies replied to your post “xneverlies replied to your post “Most of Petrel’s flustered...”

&& no that's what i mean like if he found out it WAS an act that would shatter the man cause like sure he wasn't EXPECTING it but the thought that he COULD do that to Petrel made him feel the slightest bit better about existing lmao

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it would never happen in any of his main verses

BUT IN THE MIMIKYU VERSE-

#xneverlies #; ooc #CACKLES