Post by Tracen Tenshou on Sept 12, 2015 5:10:04 GMT
Tracen didn't want Tyr to come along, for obvious reasons. She would clearly object to whatever he did, even if it was tame on his scale. And holding back was something he hated. Maybe that wouldn't even be an issue with this strange newcomer. Regardless of how Crisis pledged his loyalty, the whole scenario was too strange for Tracen to be comfortable with. Without Razhiel's presence, Tracen would have immediately insulted Crisis without a second thought. It was more a matter of plain distrust than actual dislike.
"What... you're saying you'll do whatever she wants?" He wondered, if he'd really heard that correctly. "If that was your goal, then why have you two not met sooner... Or... did you have some other reason for being here?" The suspicion was blatant. Of all places, that hardly seemed like a place to meet a Valland soldier with such a strange smell and complexion. Unless... perhaps the experiments had never truly stopped, and so when they finished something useful, had sent it to aid Razhiel. None of the scenarios he could think of seemed very likely.
"I guess it would be a way to avoid attention..." He couldn't figure out what to think. But maybe it could be a way for him to avoid conflict with Tyr. She'd have trouble if they split up and went after the same guy; she'd have more trouble getting in the way. This was beyond him, though. He just lacked the information necessary to make a proper decision. "I'll go with whatever you think is best, Razhiel..."
Raven had been wandering the streets aimlessly for hours now. He'd been drawn to the festival of Valland's Fall out of a mix of guilt and curiosity. Guilt for having killed a powerful man. For having made people suffer because of that death. For not being strong enough to keep it all together. And curiosity about which path Fiore would take now that it's biggest threat was gone and the wounds had gotten a chance to get addressed.
His disappointment didn't come as a surprise to the fire dragon slayer however. Rather than celebrate their freedom, they celebrated the fall of a tyrant. And despite seemingly being the same thing, it was the mindset that really set them apart. But... Raven couldn't fault them at the same time. If he'd had a family that was hurt because of Valland... he'd be pretty pissed too. But did that justify the view of Valland?
A breeze blew through, pulling at his leather jacket. Thanks to him not proclaiming from the rooftops that he was the hero that killed Emperor Takashi, few recognized him. What the wind brought though... he did recognize that. Or he should say them. Tyr's scent was rater noticeable to him. As was Raz's. His steps shifted to go in that direction as he frowned. What was she doing at a celebration dedicated to her defeat, and the murder of her father?
Of course, he got there at the tail end of the play. But he was in the crowd, and down wind. So the chances of either of them sniffing him out was pretty low. And that play was in poor taste. If only they knew... Shrugging he readjusted the sword at his side before watching tings unfold. He couldn't hear over the crowd, but he could still see.
"Well, this is mildly surprising," Raven said walking up. He assessed each of te people present with a curious gaze. But then it rested on Raz and Tyr. "I turn my back for a little bit and suddenly you have a lot of weird friends in the last place I expected you to show up."
In a moment of rare openness, Razhiel sighed and muttered to Tyr as she took the streamer. “We truly are but that in itself is humanity.” It most likely was not the best idea to be had but they were not going to kill the man, merely scare him. Whether it be scare him enough to change his mind about next year’s play or remove him from his position was yet to be decided.
At the new comer’s report, for as he spoke it was much in the manner as those who served her spoke, she nodded. The name itself sounded familiar, she felt she should know his origins. Unit 515, that was interesting. Crisis… The situation and the atmosphere around them had her pushing the thought aside for further examination later. “Your assistance is welcomed Crisis.” They were outnumbered and she had a feeling an additional member would improve the success, especially since Tyr seemed quite opposed against it all.
At Tracen’s suspicions, which for him she had to admit were restrained, she answered. “There are factions still loyal to the old Empire. There were also hundreds of thousands in militia before the Empire split into separate countries. I disappeared; there are many rumors some indicating my death. For us to have not met is not such a surprise. Though that would mean I am not the reason you are here.” She added at the end, gaze flickering to Crisis. She could not be suspicious of a soldier of Valland attending this festival when she herself was here but it was curious.
When Raven walked up to their group, she could have cursed. That would be twice now that someone approached the group with the element of surprise. His choice of words had her narrowing her eyes at him. It did not help that she felt a stirring from within. And while she had made amends with her dragon counterpart, this was not the place for a grand display of strength. ‘Mildly surprising…’ She had the odd desire to be reckless and truly surprise him. Her hand rested on the handle of the whip at her side as she replied, “Are you sure it was wise to approach me?” Simple, direct. Violet orbs intense, her body language unyielding in its stance. Civility. Remember. There are to many people around. Simple words she said over and over to herself. Head tilted slightly, "Where is my jacket?" That was the more important question.
The metal man who called himself a number and also Crisis was welcomed by the two humans, though Tracen was obviously less amused by his arrival than Razhiel. A small worry began to grow in the pit of her stomach. She was a powerful dragon, even for one as young as her, but even if she wasn't obligated to hold back and not hurt them, she wasn't sure she could stop all three of them from hurting someone if it came to it. More likely she'd end up getting hurt as well.
Her happy go lucky exterior didn't break though, and she seemed perfectly content to watch the human children who looked a bit younger than she did running around playing their hatred game. They didn't sound like they'd bought into it in the same way their parents had, and that part made Tyr feel a little better. It was a game to them, not a personal memory.
She knew Raven was approaching even faster than she'd noticed Tracen; his smell was unmistakably more dragon than most people. Her wide eyes turned to face him, though after the talk the two humans had had before, she knew that this could mean even worse trouble than before. The moment Razhiel greeted him in a less than amused manner, Tyr popped between all of them, a big smile on her face. "Ohh! I see you've met Raven! Again." she twirled around and made sure to give Raven an equally big grin before placing herself firmly in front of him (though he had several feet on her in height).
"You know what might be fun? If you let Raven and me go see the director guy. I'm sure we can handle it without making you look bad no problem!" She needed to try and distract them from their immediate animosity... or barring that be ready to decide who she needed to defend. That feeling in her stomach was getting worse. "OOOOOR he could give you your jacket and we can all get some lunch first. I bet lunch would make us feel better! Lunch and clothes are fun!"
Mecha Crisis responded to Tracen first. "Indeed. One of my primary protocols is obedience to the royal family of Valland." He then turned to Razhiel as she offered her own answer to Tracen's next question. "Indeed, maintaining contact with the royal family is not among my mission parameters, so it was not necessary to report to you. Running into you here was an unforeseen circumstance, as I was merely 'in the neighborhood', as they say, conducting observational research on local customs."
Mecha Crisis' sensors had picked up on Raven as he approached, detecting him just before he made his presence known. This man was definitely a full-blooded Dragon Slayer. and judging from his power levels likely one of the ones dispatched to confront Nox and his dragon-controlling machine. As a defender of Fiore, this made him a distinct threat to Mecha Crisis' mission; However, he was not the primary target, and as such would only need to be deal with if he got in his way.
He decided a potentially-humorous observation was in order. Turning to Razhiel, he remarked, "Unsurprisingly, you appear to be very popular this evening. Perhaps you will not be needing my assistance after all."
Post by Tracen Tenshou on Sept 17, 2015 5:17:18 GMT
No introduction was needed for the man who arrived. Immediately Tracen understood why his senses had gone so completely haywire earlier. Just seeing him would have been enough to put him on edge, but the fact that he was so casual about it only made his anger worse. His teeth grit so hard that they nearly cracked. At first he waited for Razhiel to handle it, but then Tyr popped up between Raven and Razhiel. Everyone was clearly tense, and even Tracen could tell that Tyr wasn't as oblivious as she let on. So why, then, had this man decided to approach them?
The amount of hatred Tracen felt towards Raven, for never having met the man, was almost unreal, and certainly unnatural. Even Tracen knew it was unnatural. With Kotone, he'd been hesitant of the feeling at first. But some combination of the frustration with the current festival and its people, the strange circumstances, and especially that Raven and Razhiel had a history, only fueled him with inhibitions. It didn't matter if his anger was illogical, because it was right. The reason he felt so strongly was because there was no other truth. He pushed himself in front of Razhiel, now facing both Raven and Tyr, but glaring beneath his mask solely at Raven.
"If you think that just because you're surrounded by people, that makes you safe from an attack, think again. Even if all the people here were to die, if you so much as bleed, it'd be worth it," his voice was thick with the anger behind it, enough that it would be hard to assume he was bluffing. A fight was nearly imminent. The only reason he hadn't outright attacked was out of respect for Razhiel.
Tracen halfway turned to Mecha Crisis. "There's no greater enemy than this guy. If you're actually loyal to the princess, you'd prioritize his death above all else." And to Tyr, "Forget the director, he's not important anymore. But your dragon slayer friend is. He nearly killed Razhiel!" The memory of watching her fall from the cliff, of her blood in the water as he struggled to lift her, was still fresh in his memory.
And then, his attention back to the important part, Raven. "I don't know what you expected when you walked up here, but you've walked into a fight. Either come with me and we'll find somewhere out of the way, otherwise I'll start right here, right now."
Raven didn't seem phased by how aggressive Tracen was. He looked down at Tyr with a slight frown before eyeballing the other three. It was likely that Raz would assist Tracen if it came to blows. And he smelled of Dragon Slayer magic. But it wasn't right... it was almost as if it was fake. This confused him, but he decided to er on the side of caution.
"To clarify... I'd like to emphasize the nearly part pretty heavily," Raven shrugged nonchalantly. He followed this with a head shake before turning his body to face Tracen entirely. Though his stance was still pretty relaxed. "I'd also like to mention I didn't know any of you would be here. I don't even know you. Or the metal man."
"I could have finishing Raz," He said focusing intently on Tracen for this part. "But I chose to let her go. I'd won, and proven that if she had any aspirations of causing trouble in Fiore she would be stopped. What more needed to be done? Kill her? She was pretty defenseless when she jumped. And really, what would killing her have accomplished?"
"You on the other hand..." He actually chuckled at this part. "Were you to harm even one person here trying to make me bleed you would invariably kill Raz. Because not everyone assumes she's dead, and once people realized she was here, AND that one of her pets hurt or even killed someone... She'd be in a lot of trouble. And if you did manage to kill me, you'd be in no condition to protect her. And I doubt your friend here would fare any better. Don't let your emotions dig you a grave you can't climb out of."
"Raz," Raven said turning towards the former princess. "I don't know what your objectives or aims are. Or why you're here with Tyr, of all people. But you should keep a tighter leash on your circle. I don't want to have to repeat my trip to Valland. Or our little scuffle in the forest. We should all just listen to Tyr on this one."
Razhiel did not miss Tyr’s intentions or the purpose of the green haired girl’s movement. Violet eyes calculating as it swept between the dragon girl and the slayer behind her. Tyr’s words did not go unheard. Razhiel knew that fighting would make this situation worse, she also knew that since Tyr seemed intent on defending Raven that it was inevitable that Tracen and her would clash and she could not let that happen. Maybe it would be best if she grabbed Tracen and left, this entire town was… there was no word that sprang to mind just a feeling and it was a dark one. Crisis was very matter of fact and his use of slang was somehow amusing, even if that feeling was fleeting due to the circumstances. His last comment swayed her towards leaving and taking Tracen with her, if he would come.
Before she could turn to Tracen however, he pushed in front of her. She could feel the animosity and anger seeping from him. The fact that he took a defensive position in front of her had her wondering again how much was fueled due to her influence and to his own beliefs. His first comment had her re-evaluating just exactly how soundly his reasoning was in regards to Raven. In regards to her. She listened quietly as he tried to rally Crisis to the ‘kill Raven’ cause and even his dismissal of the director.
Razhiel’s hand reached forward, to grab Tracen’s. She would get him to leave with her, escape this insufferable town and the cocky dragon slayer. Despite the festival, the people were innocents, jaded though they may be. And there were children. She drew a line at children. The entity within her sighed in agreement. Despite Freya’s own anger and hell-bent destruction of the dragon slayer, the thought reined her in.
Again before she could speak, Raven spoke. Since Tracen was directly in front of her, she saw the entirety of Raven’s profile even when he addressed Tracen solely. His first few remarks, she shrugged off. But at the mention of the battle on the cliff and how he won and he could have finished her, a low growl escaped. Her own teeth clamped together at ‘defenseless,’ eyes narrowing dangerously.
Biting her lower lip, she went to tug on Tracen’s hand, even while Raven was spewing about him not acting out in consideration of her delicate position. But she stopped as he regarded her. And his words had her blood running cold. Unknowingly her hand gripped Tracen’s hard. She licked her lips slowly. There was anger and there was the dark emotion that went beyond, an emotion nameless for the cold, calculating, single minded focus that it brings. She should walk away right now. She could kill everyone within the square with a pulse of power. Her body hummed, the emotion she felt was so strong, Freya had no choice but to participate as her power was pulled from deep within. A flicker within her eyes, purple darkening. “Repeat my trip to Valland…” She quoted softly, almost devoid of inflection so great was this emotion that even the hurt that was brought forth by this pitiful festival and his words could not touch her; her eyes never leaving him... “You are no better than the pathetic excuses who concocted this festival… You do not know me, you do not know what I am let alone who I am or why I am here. You jump to conclusions as fast as any of these Fiorians.” The darkest of days. To help bring light to Fiore. Her purpose she currently wanted to cut from herself. The town she suddenly wanted to light ablaze. “Let me refresh your memory. The Templars interrupted our last discussion right when surprise etched on your face as I appeared beside you. I was holding back and you know it.” For once Freya and her were one. There was no opposing. The dragon was there, supporting her, waiting for Razhiel as if she knew by struggling it would unleash the darkness that held Razhiel so still. Every tattoo on her body itched. Her hand still clenched Tracen’s. Her unwavering gaze was still upon the slayer who took to many liberties. The only person she struggled with now was herself. To fight. To walk away. “It is no wonder you walk this land alone.”
Wow. Tyr had never felt emotions running this strongly. She could practically feel them. The pheromones brought on by their negative emotions were overpowering. Each one was managing to say just the right thing to make the situation worse; Tyr herself was basically forgotten after Raven opened his mouth. Stupid humans, didn't they see no one would be made happier after their heads butted? One way or another all of them would lose!
The crowd around them registered in Tyr's brain. Children ran around laughing, the adults happily missing the fight that would easily devastate this entire town. People were making food, eating food, laughing. Regardless of the sentiments at the play these people were mislead, trying to simply enjoy their holiday regardless what it had been made into. She needed to stop the people here. She needed to make sure no one died.
Tyr had fallen eerily silent as the more adult looking humans compared egos around her. Her gaze fell to the ground while she Razhiel spoke again, an almost draconic anger in the magic radiating from her. She could feel that Raven had made a terrible mistake pretending he was as strong and smart as he claimed. She remembered the doubt in his voice before when they'd spoken, the way she could feel he needed to use his magic for something truly good so that he could feel redeemed. If he got himself and everyone killed here, he'd be achieving just the opposite.
Raz was a good person as well, Tracen was confused, broken, angry... but didn't directly deserve what Raven might be able to do to him either. She knew nothing about Crisis, but he was a life as well, and none of them needed to be hurt or worse today.
The young dragon gulped. "If you can't stop then I don't have a choice..." The wind suddenly picked up around her, almost angrily. It was like a sudden storm centered around the small group, though it stopped as soon as it began. With a sigh, she channeled her magic, abandoning her human form for now.
In her place was what was small for a dragon, but still a few heads taller than even Raven, thanks to her almost snake-like build. Her back claws were placed firmly on the ground, but her front ones were raised in front of her like an animal sitting up to survey her surroundings.
It had been sudden enough that people looked up surprised, no one had yet registered they needed to panic. Tyr reached out and popped a child's balloon to break the silence, causing several people to scream. She let out a roar (the non-magical kind) that completely tipped the scales in favor of the town panicking. Suddenly everyone was grabbing children or running or trying to find somewhere to hide. It was a sea of chaos, and one that would allow for no proper fighting without hurting other people instead of the target.
Her lizardlike eyes turned to Razhiel, lingering for a moment before winking. She wasn't going to let them hurt each other, and with the commotion any templars in the city would be upon her in moments. She lifted off the ground and started flying around randomly, knocking things over and occasionally stealing food. Now the group of people had no way of continuing their fight here, between the crowds and the already rapidly increasing amount of Templars who had been spread around the town. With any luck, at least Razhiel would stop Tracen from hurting the crowds of scared people flailing about.
Tensions rose quickly with the introduction of the second human male Dragon Slayer. Despite Tyr's positive reaction and her attempts to deflect the groups thoughts from "Anything but killing" the play's director, the situation quickly escalated almost immediately. Tracen, in particular, was severely agitated by Raven's presence as every observable bio-metric all but skyrocketed to unhealthy levels, wasting no time reaching culmination in him not only challenging the Fire Dragon Slayer to open combat... No, not challenging. "Challenging" suggests Raven had a choice in the matter. The only options Tracen gave him were his choice of battlefield and how many innocent bystanders would be present, as the lacrima Dragon Slayer would attack him regardless. This was more of a "Head's up," as they say, informing Raven of their impending clash, which Tracen wasted little time inviting Mecha Crisis to by requesting he upgrade his status from "Potential threat" to "Active target." The knowledge that Raven had nearly killed Razhiel was a compelling argument, but Tracen seemed unbalanced and Mecha Crisis wasn't about to pick a fight in The Princess' presence on his word alone.
Meanwhile, Razhiel's facade remained far cooler, even as her own ire rose, but it didn't last long and her missing opportunities to speak hadn't helped. To her credit, she remained composed even as her anger showed, and Mecha Crisis could swear with 86.2342% certainty that he was detect extra malevolence from her as if supplied by some metaphysical entity dwelling within her. But her situation seemed notably more complex than simple anger toward Raven, as the way she took Tracen's hand in her own suggested a great deal of concern towards him, as well.
If Raven was trying to dissuade Tracen from fighting him, he was doing a pretty poor job of it. He admitted to trouncing her in a previous battle, thus proving his superiority and serving as a warning against hostile action in Fiore. Not only that, but then suggested a certain level of powerlessness in Tracen, stating that his reckless behavior would do little more than bring further harm to The Princess and even disregarding that his mouth was still writing checks his ass would be unable to cash. Additionally, he added a bit of dehumanization to the mix by suggesting Tracen was a pet that required a shorter leash. Granted, that statement had probably encompassed Mecha Crisis as well, but as a robot he didn't believe he could be fazed by such talk.
Razhiel was having none of this, and finally let loose an outburst of her own. She suggested that Raven was no better than the common rabble around them, perhaps even lower than that as his behavior made him repellent to all who met him. Mecha Crisis was starting to wonder if this was what it was like to be in a melodrama.
Tyr's reaction was the most extreme, perhaps calculatingly so. In what might be considered a tactic akin to fire fighters intentionally burning debris to keep a raging forest fire in check, the young dragon revealed her true form and went on a rampage. As far as rampages went, though, it was pretty tame, as she was causing a mess and a stealing stuff but not causing a lot of damage. However, it was more than effective enough at causing panic and confusion, not to mention drawing the attention of the local authorities much sooner than if the humans had been left to their own devices.
Mecha Crisis turned to the remaining three and remarked, "She makes a compelling argument. If I may offer, in case you're still not convinced..." At which point he promptly lashed out at Tracen and Raven simultaneously, ostensibly as an attack but in actuality an attempt to snatch whatever apparent item he could from both of them before fleeing with the expectation of leading them on a merry chase out of the fairgrounds and to a more secure location.
Post by Tracen Tenshou on Sept 18, 2015 21:31:44 GMT
The staredown was interrupted against Raven when Razhiel grabbed Tracen's hand. In some ways it was a simple gesture of pulling him back to reality, to remembering where they were – a town with plenty of other civilian lives, that probably didn't deserve to die in another feud's crossfire. Not to mention, Razhiel would be in danger if her identity was discovered and connected to such a battle. Whatever rational thought had started to return, was almost immediately dashed when Raven began speaking. “Wha-” He couldn't even properly finish speaking, or register completely everything Raven had said. So much was wrong. How could he pretend like he'd let Razhiel go? If Tracen hadn't rescued her, she would have died. And at the same time, Raven mocked their efforts. The only thing that Raven maybe had a small point to, was that starting a fight would be bad for Razhiel's image. Yet the way he talked about her, made her sound unnecessarily fragile.
“I'm not here to protect her,” his voice did nothing to disguise his hate, still as thick as when he first addressed Raven. Probably the most infuriating of everything that Raven said, was that he still called her Raz, like they were still on familiar terms. He wasn't her pet, he wasn't even from Valland, but he knew there'd be no reason to argue something like that with Raven. “I'm here to make your life hell. Whenever Razhiel feels like killing you, that's her choice.” His hand subconsciously tightened around Razhiel's. He could feel her anger growing, like a storm waiting to be unleashed. There was something beneath the anger, a layer that was almost like a different entity, another part of Razhiel that Tracen nearly caught a glimpse of. He wanted to tell her that she shouldn't fight yet, that he could handle the reprecussions of fighting in the middle of a town, and that she could return to finish however far he got with Raven.
Tracen unsheathed his spear, opened his mouth to speak, but never got farther. A gust of wind pushed him back, shielding himself as he looked up, in time to see Tyr transform into a dragon. He had already known that she was a dragon, but somehow seeing it made it much more real. The entire population was stunned; all eyes on Tyr. He caught the wink between the dragon and Razhiel, but still didn't completely understand what was going until the balloon popped. People shrieked, panicing and streaming away from the dragon. It was nearly a stampede. Mentally he swore; she was giving Raven time to escape. Any chance of attacking was gone.
And then his pack was swiped. “HEY!” Protecting himself against thieves hadn't exactly been his first thought, so he was caught woefully unprepared. He hesitated only a moment before Crisis and Razhiel. “Razhiel, stay with Tyr, and get out of town when you can. We can meet up later.” How exactly was unplanned, but they didn't exactly have a plan right now. What was important, was that Razhiel's identity remained hidden even in the chaos. Tyr was probably one of the best to be with, and maybe Razhiel could also stop Tyr from interfering again. Without waiting any longer, he tore off after Mecha Crisis, pushing away any unfortunate soul that got in his way. What was the Valland warrior thinking? It seemed like an odd time to be interested in valuables, so perhaps he was trying to lure him away somewhere. Whatever the case was, he was willing to give Crisis the benefit of the doubt, but was getting frustrated with all the chaos. Only the faintest glimmer of hope remained against fighting Raven, otherwise Tracen was going to fire against Mecha Crisis instead.
Raven was ready for Tracen. His anger and blood lust brought Raven's magic to just under the surface. He'd thankfully improved his defensive magic from how it was years ago. But he didn't know how well it would stand up against dragon slayer magic, fake or not. He also noted how Raz took Tracen's hand. ...Did their connection run deeper than just master and pet? He quickly pushed that question back. Perhaps too quickly. But right now it wouldn't help him in the upcoming clash.
He opened his mouth to retort. To say that even if she hadn't held back Raz would have lost. To tell Tracen he couldn't say he wasn't protecting her when he stepped in front of her like that. But that's when the wind suddenly sprang up from behind him. Before long he found himself standing in the shadow of a dragon. His mind instantly flashed back to the last time he tangoed with a dragon, and he felt his magic surge. He did his best to keep it in check though, as it was only Tyr. And when she popped the balloon he realized what she was doing. He stood there staring right at Tracen as the crowd moved.
Only for the one he wasn't watching to reach out suddenly. His sunglasses got snagged from his face, and as they came off his eyes were wide with surprise. They were draconian slits, glittering yellow in color. His eyes narrowed as he snarled, turning to the direction Mecha Crisis ran. They had seen now... And that made him angry. Raz saw his eyes, and she wasn't stupid. She'd put two and two together pretty fast.
He bolted after the robot man thing as fast as he could. He worked his way through the crowd a little more gently than Tracen did, but it didn't slow him down. He would catch that automaton of unfun and grind it into powder! He could feel his magic flaring up, but again kept it in check. There was too many people around to to cut loose...
As if to contradict Tyr’s thoughts, Razhiel would feel immensely happy if she punched Raven in the jaw. No magic. Straight up brawl, wipe that cocky expression from his face. But alas, that would not happen. While she silently seethed and debated, Tracen squeezed her hand. It was enough to center her, her gaze broke from Raven’s to the back of Tracen. The fight, the anger was not worth the repercussions. Her thoughts broke as Tyr decided enough was enough.
The burst of wind stopped the staring contest. Shock and wonder replaced it. The little green haired, adorable girl disappeared to be replaced by, in Razhiel’s opinion, an adorable dragon. She imagined dragons were a lot taller than that. She had yet to see Freya’s dragon form in memories but she had a feeling Freya was a rather large dragon. Her personality was definitely large. Tyr’s sleek form was beautiful and complemented the young human form.
Razhiel could not help but give a quiet chuckle at Tyr’s audacity of popping a child’s balloon. The roar was quite good, especially given her human childlike form. She knew by Tyr’s wink, the dragon was going for distraction and the creation of a situation in which they could not fight. That was fine with her, she had planned to walk away anyways. All hell broke loose and Razhiel sighed as the people screamed. Honestly, just grow a pair. It was a wonder Fiore was still a free country. A handful of people willing to kill for the country… the rest were… no words. Probably not entirely fair of Razhiel, but she was not in a giving mood.
At Mecha Crisis’ voice, she turned her head to him. His resulting actions, while quite calculated had her questioning his objective. A few things happened at once. Raven’s snarl revealed Mecha had taken the one object he prized above all else- his sunglasses. The resulting glare gave indication as to why. Gold, slit eyes. Flash back to the dream she had in Magnolia’s underground fighting ring. Kotone had told her he killed his dragon mentor in the wake of Nox’ destruction. Interesting results considering his iris' were blue the last time she saw them.
Tracen told her to stay with Tyr. Violet orbs blinked, turning to him, only for him to take off after Mecha. Though he was pushing through people, he did not give them a second thought. Understandable considering the robot had taken his pack. Raven followed the robot as well. Her gaze travelled down to stare at her now empty hand. Mecha had taken something from both Tracen and Raven and was heading away from the chaos. Mecha had surprised them all and his solution to the current situation was admirable. They would most likely battle. Tracen had his own reasons to fight the dragon slayer but she knew she had made him even more biased. Closing her hand into a fist, all she could hope was that he did not let anger cloud his actions. They would meet up later or she would follow his scent.
Tyr. Shaking off lethargy, she turned and pushed a citizen who was about to run into her. Stupid people. The dragon was eating food as she flew. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, only Tyr. Now the issue was the Templars who now focused on the chaos causing dragon even if she was not hurting anyone. Not everyone had magic but those that did were bound to use it. That was when she spotted the crossbow. Shit. Running toward the person, she put her thumb and forefinger between her lips. She whistled loudly as much to get the people to pause around her as to get the dragon’s attention. Hand on her whip, she let the coils slip to the ground, a flick of her wrist and the end of the whip just barely caught the arrow as it left the bow. The arrow clattered uselessly to the ground as another flick of her wrist sent it clattering away from the bow holder.
Tyr mentally sighed as the male humans and the robot ran off. They would probably clash, and Tyr wasn't a fan of the idea, but for now she supposed she couldn't prevent anything they were that intent on, and she'd managed to both save the townspeople and stop a festival they shouldn't be having in the first place. Even a dragon could only do so much good in one day!
In the meantime, the Templars were certainly in a hurry to stop a dragon rampaging through the town. The arrow knocked aside was Tyr's cue to cease her rampage. With a circle and a roar she dove behind a building, dodging a fireball that likely wouldn't have hurt too bad. As she hit the ground, she returned to her human form. No one had seen her transform, so it was easy to sneak back over to Razhiel.
She tugged on the woman's sleeve, pulling her back away from the attention she'd garnered from the act of helping the dragon, ducking away from all the action as the Templars shouted about finding the dragon, wherever it went. "There! I took care of the festival for you," she told Razhiel cheerfully, seeming completely pleased with herself. "Now, should we go check on the males?"
Improvisation was a skill, and probably one Mecha Crisis would need more practice in. Predictive learning algorithms continued to process the data, and, admittedly, he could probably have gone with a better plan. On the other hand, strategic protocols advised strongly against changing tactics having already committed to this course of action, so he continued navigate the fair and the streets beyond. He put on the glasses and the pack, wearing them as one would naturally do as simply carrying them would not only look suspicious but considerably hinder his mobility as well.
The first concept he based his plan off of was working well enough. Provided it didn't happen too often, adventuring types can be easily motivated by the desire to retrieve stolen goods. Hypothetically, exactly what was stolen didn't matter. He could've snagged a button off their shirts and they'd still tracked him down through Hell and back just so they could sew them back on. That was mere conjecture, however, and he had no evidence that they would be that persistent over something so trivial. The thought also occurred that he should've stolen something from Razhiel so he could lead her to safety. Then again, she was a big girl and could handle herself. Hopefully, she knew better than to stick around too long.
The second concept was a bit of a risk, assuming it even worked. In an effort to keep Tracen and Raven from fighting, Mecha Crisis took it upon himself to become their common enemy. Potentially, by working together to overcome a shared obstacle they may overcome their own differences as well. However, this also has the potential to just become a three-way brawl, not to mention resulting in his own destruction. So be it. This would be another test of Valland's penultimate super-weapon.
The question was, where do we host this battle? It need to be an out-of-the-way location, where there were few if any to witness their discussions or bystanders to get caught in the cross-fire. The junkyard was a likely candidate. There was nothing there anybody wanted, except maybe the sanitation department, so nobody would miss anything that was destroyed there. Unfortunately, it was on the outskirts of town, and it would take a while to get there. The graveyard? The things kept there only had sentimental value, but it was considered sacred ground which had morality points against it. The Hall of Mirrors? Classic, but back at the fairgrounds. Abandoned warehouse district? Perfect!
Lucky things in Gallowstown were so close together. Mecha Crisis ducked down an alley and climbed up a fire escape, bypassing the ladders and steps entirely and leaping from balcony to balcony. From there, it was a short dash across a rooftop to the next building. It was taller, so he had to run along it's wall a short distance before swinging from a flagpole to a rain gutter's downspout. He slid down that spout down to the barbed-wire-lined perimeter wall of an abandoned warehouse. Its window shattered as he leapt through it, grabbed onto a conveniently-hanging chain and climbed onto a catwalk. He waited there, arms crossed against his chest, as if to make a dramatic reveal once Tracen and Raven entered.
