Exalted and the Age of Sorrows: Sun's Day in Nexus

[PhoenixFlame]

Legionairre's Tipple *Retconned, Disregard attack*

"Yeah? And who are you?" Captain Akishrio demanded of Anbu. Of course, he gave no time for the man to respond. After all, he had made his point. "Listen, outcaste. You're lucky I don't have my daiklave, or I'd flay you right here for that."

At approximately this moment, things had been thrown into action much like the first stone of a rockslide. An imperial legionarrie sprinted inside the aptly named bar, and hastily adressed the air aspect therin.

"M'lord! We've located the Anathema, and the strike has been comitted, you and Captain Akishiro are required at once!"

"WHAT?!" came the reply, from both the startled Air Aspect, and the Captain, who had overheard. Both knew what that meant, and both quickly seemed in a hurry to leave.

"Pah!" Akishiro spat, roughly setting Aubrei down on the floor and hastily walking toward the exit to join the fray, eyes not leaving Anbu as he did so, giving the outcaste an almost threatening gaze.

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Little Market

Guard Captain Adrishta Helman prided herself with her job in keeping the peace in the little market, and the 35 year old godblooded woman had quelled the attacks of many would-be bandits and assassins for the better part of her lifetime. Anyone she laid eyes on never escaped the market after stealing something, and this was a record she lived by.

And so, when the all-too-familar panicked mob of civilians and lesser guardsmen fled in all directions from the Silver-White Jaws of the Moonless Depths, Captain Adrishta stood firm.

In fact, her ability to inspire her guardsmen left her with even more of a standfirm before the charging lunar, as she and her men blocked the particular narrow passageway between the little market and the nexus district that Silver Jaws was heading toward.

"Lock your shields, men! He won't get through!" rang the order from behind the seven guardsmen in recolored imperial legion armor, as they locked their thick steel tower shields together, spears raised, assuming a phalanx formation. Captain Adrishta drew her jade reaper daiklave and held it aloft from behind the line as dramatically as possible, in an attempt to steel the men's resolve.

"End of the line, lawbreaker..." she growled under her breath as her eyes locked with the lunar.

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Storehouse

((Actually, the assassin in question has 11 in relevant melee, but I shall await further consolidation with DB before proceeding.))

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Shining Star Exterior

Those making their way from the Shining Star would soon note a flurry of activity that could only mean chaos. As imperial legionarries most assuredly with the wyld hunt poured in from each of the entry and exitways, several of the cinnabar citizens had been driven into a mild state of annoyance from such a realm presence within the sovreign city of nexus. Squads of men from various mercenary companies could be seen marshalling for an inevitable conflict with the realm soldiers.

At least... It seemed inevitable.

[Funka Genocide]

ooc: Jasper never gave his name, so of course you can't remember it. You might want to write something else to explain your knowledge of his Exalted nature.

say the obviously oversized sword strapped to his back...

also, if you've got an essense of three or more you won't face the -3 modifier to remembering him anymore.

ic: Jasper noticed the now apparently stable state of Tomasu's companion. Moments after being debillitated by an apparently deadly poison she was now able to stand and walk on her own.

"Perhaps she's very lucky?" Jasper thought to himself, before an insistent reminder went off in the back of his head.

"There's no such thing as luck."

Jasper did not have the time to ask any more prying questions though, as soldiers began amassing around the little cafe.

"We've no time left, follow me and try to keep up." Jasper intoned in a commanding voice. Forgetting momentarily he addressed someone accustomed to giving orders rather than taking them.

Jasper began running back the way he'd entered, from the rear entrance of the establishment into the labyrinthine alleyways of the Cinnabar district. If worse came to worst he'd be in an advantageous tactical position, with his flanks covered by brick and mortar and the avenues of attack shortened considerably for his opponents by the narrow passageways. The number of enemies that could engage him at once would be limitited by the cramped space, and considering his skill with arms that number would be woefully inadequate to impede his progress.

[Krylo]

The barbarian seemed to pay no heed to the captain of the guards or her small retinue of loyal, seemingly unphased guardsmen, as he charged forward. He did halt his advance or even slow at the sight of them, indeed he seemed to quicken his pace, easily moving at double the speed he had been travelling before.

His heavy footsteps came closer and closer to the guards, and they prepared to take down the charging barbarian in he midst of his run, but, just as they readied their weapons for the attack, his legs bent and he sprung high into the air, higher than any mortal should be capable of, easily reaching the walls of the passage high above the guards' heads. He seemed to alight there, for an instant, crouching horizontally on the side of the wall, before leaping off again, seeming to fly down the passage.

He finally alighted with a roll far behind the godblood captain, and quickly came back to his feet, smoothly moving back into a run.

(OOC: Expended 5 motes of essence to activate my anima effect of double running and jumping. I wasn't sure if it was necessary for that wall jumping trick there, but I also rolled dex + athletics and got six successes, on the assumption that landing on the side of a wall and jumping again would count as unstable footing. If you would have wanted wits + athletics, it would be 1 success.)

[Nikose Tyris]

Derrick watched as the large man set down the young lady, with interest. 'They are lovers, it is obvious,' Derrick thought to himself. he wasn't speaking much, simply walking along behind them, by about 10 feet. He glanced at his very near by home, in a seedy section of the town. 'why not, I'll need it.' He ran to his house, full tilt, and burst in the door. He went through the tiny kitchen, and straight to his wardrobe, and began to pull up the floorboards. He pulled out a heavy jacket, and a Very large sword, that was still very tiny compared to Jasper's. He invested his essence into the two weapons, and strapped the sword to his back. He closed his eyes. "I am Derrick Orrick, The dancer between raindrops; I avoid arguement, and bring a peaceable solution to every circumstance I may; however, even the greatest missionary of peace-" His caste mark began to glow, "-Must one day take up his blade and armor-" He threw his Armor around him, donning it in a whirlwind of seeming rage and speed, leaving his sword hanging in the air for a split second, then snagging it, and throwing it into the scabbard on his back violently, "-and be willing to kill for the sake of peace."

With the private ceremony to attune the armor completed, he grabbed a hat, and slid it on, to cover his Caste mark. "Last thing I need is for people to notice THIS just yet." He ran for the door, slamming it shut and locking it, and running after Tomasu and the sidereal; 'I must not be left behind!' he thought to himself as he ran.

((Okay, the armor isn't FULLY attuned, it's on it's way there; he's still focusing on it, and it should be attuned soon enough.))

[Lumaes]

Aubrei pouts, taking the arms of a gentlemanly ruffian who has offered to help him up. He smiles, planting a small, chaste kiss on his pock-marked cheek, as he slips back into stilted riverspeak "Thankyou so much"
Emerald lips split apart to reveal a pearly smile of large, square teeth as the thug-for-hire blushes faintly under his coarse beard, moving back to his seat.
"And you, my chivalrous saviour and blazing knight, thankyou for rescuing me from such an unsightly egotist"
The lithe shaman moves up silkly against Anbu, smooth, pebbly snakeskin brushing against the Terrestrial. Aubrei smiles slightly, a hand gingerly alighting on the fire-blooded's shoulder, deep copper eyes scanning the red-tinged features, as his smooth body moves up closer to the outcaste.
Suddenly the smooth grace of his gestures vanish and he wraps pale green fingers around the blooded's wrist,
"Now let's not miss the fun, I'd hate to be parted so soon and I must see the excitement. An Anathema think of it!" copper eyes blazed with passion, and Aubrei moves quickly to the door, attempting to tug Anbu after him, though more than prepared to leave him if he resists too strongly.
The shaman flashes the tavern another broad smile, the shafts of morning light catching dust motes which seemed to whirl around the youth in the doorway,
"WEll then! Excitement is on offer men-of-adventure! Follow if you have the bravery!" he grins turning on his heel to storm from the tavern, eyes scanning the crowd for the retreating dragon-bloods.

#OOC: Rolled Manipulation + Presence to influence Anbu, three sux. Rolled Manipulation + Performance to try and sway the tavern, 2 sux. Finally rolled Perception + Awareness (0) and (thankyou Fate) managed 1 sux - I don't know if they'll be close enough to spot, especially if the streets are crowded but maybe I could catch the ripple in the crowd running, armoured, nobles cause?#

[PhoenixFlame]

((Lumaes: Yes, you'd manage to see the retreating DBs and their heavy infantrymen making their way toward the Cinnabar district. A handful, I should say 3 or 4 adventuerer-types will accompany your little charismatic crusade to go see what's to be seen.))

Little Market:

As the Lunar almost effortlessly lept over the line of guardsmen and took off down the alley, Captain Adrishta cursed in frustration. The seemingly shocked guardsmen merely looked at each other, and then to their equally stunned commander, who gave them that trademark face.

"What are you standing around for!? AFTER HIM!" She growled, pointing after the Lunar with her daiklave.

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Abandoned Warehouse
((Initiative roll of 8+12 = 20 for the Abyssal assassin.))

"Feh, what, am I supposed to be impressed?" the mysterious woman spat tauntingly at Hideki's latest remark, grinning wryly and pointing her glistening glass dagger at him, it's remarkably lethal blade nearly invisible in the darkness of the warehouse.

[Dragonsbane]

OOC: She went first, then. So, is she done with her part of the turn?

[edit] How did she get 12!? O_O

IC: "Impressed? Not really. However, if you intend to kill me, you might as well tell me why." Hideki's arms remained at his sides as he spoke, his casual stance a marked contrast to her threatening one. He took a step back, and leaned against the wall as if she had not just tried to backstab him.