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Started May 18, 2020 by ShellJay

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(Okay, go for it! He seemed interesting in the other chat. Apparently, we're fighting a bear. You can come in after we kill it! That way, not a lot of characters get mingled in the action sequence.)

Crefus, as the most eloquent member of his circle of friends, reacted calmly and maturely at the situation that played out. "OH SH!T OH F@CK OH SH!T OH F@CK OH SH!T OH F@CK OH SH!T OH FUUUUU-" Very elegant. "UHH, HEY, DO YOU GUYS NEED ANY HELP!?" He emerged from the forage he had planned to use as cover. Even more unfamiliar beings had manifested in the world and he had no idea how to process it at all. First Meli with her 'I'm a human witch werewolf' shtick, then there's this scaled human with Kleiname-like features, and now here's this other human that walked through a portal and is now duking it out with the Frost Bear. How is he supposed to get bear spit now??? There all doing some kind of fighting maneuvers and magic he had never seen before, and he doesn't know what would happen if he got hit with any of them. But he doesn't want to find out.

Instead, he brings out a long-ass black rod that has NO reason of fitting inside his pocket, and spins it with mediocre expertise. He slams its end to the ground to reveal that a long half crescent blade crafted by scarlet steel had manifested: a scythe. "Hang on there, guys! Don't provoke it! It attacks when it feels its been threatened!" He realizes that was useless as hell cause they already beat the crap out of the bear four times over. "Ah, screw it." He charges forward in a blur of red and swung his weapon back, bringing it forth with unrelenting force, as he tore into the flesh of the white bear. It roared in pain and anger as another opponent had attacked it once more.

Vozreal came flying in, with his mixture of demon and angel wing that were 22 feet wide and 12 feet tall, from above to pierce the bear's head. It roared in pain and agony as it was dying
"Hello!" He said to the others fighting it

Lol meli just watching the fight. "Go get em'!" she shouted as the random dude she just met charged into the battle. She watched as the new person came flying in with what looked like a mixture of demon and angel wings that were huge. She floated over to the male and plucked a feather from his wings before floating back to her spot from before.

"Owww!! What the hell?" He said, feeling pain from the plucking

"AaaaaaAAAAAAH SHIET!!!" The bear's head had suddenly been impaled by someone who also looked human but also is obviously not human. Or maybe it is, he still has no idea what humans even are. Crefus was on the verge of a mental breakdown at how crazy his world's gotten. The Elemental swayed back and forth on its feet as it finally toppled over, nearly crushing Crefus with its sheer size. He leapt back and placed his hands on his knees, panting heavily. He straightened himself up with a look of pure 'I will NOT tolerate any more shenanigans.'
"Okay, first, we need to HAUL ASS OUTTA HERE cause dead bears attract MORE BEARS and I am too tired for any more fights! Secondly, MELI! Don't touch people you don't know! And THIRDLY, ROLE CALL!! State your name, your business, and WHAT IN THE HECK ARE YOU ALL!?!" Crefus was more than tired and just wanted to go home and tell the Witch Trio that he couldn't get their stupid bear spit.

"sorry about that i just was intrigued by your wings and had to get a closer look." she smiled at the male for a breif second before putting away the feather.

"Name's Vozreal. I'm an Overlord of Tartarus."

"melidosa, friends call me Meli. So do my clients." She nodded at him.

Mel watched as a flying being and a person with a–staff? Scythe? Both?–deal the final blow on the bear. And then there was the one who was…freaking out. If Melanie had been 30 or so years younger, she would have had the same reaction–she didn't blame him. Then again, Mel had learned to accept the seemingly impossible in the universe.
"Melanie Rodriguez, people call me Mel. I'm a…traveller, of sorts." There wasn't really a clear-cut way of describing how she was a time-traveller who helped save people from those who threatened the weave of time.
"As for how I got here? Um, a friend recommended this place for…sightseeing. Yes. Well, nice to meet you all, but I really have to go-" Melanie checked her watch and began to fiddle with it. Normally, she would be moving towards where she came from, but… something wasn't working right….
"Wait, no. C'mon, you can't be kidding me!" Mel sighed at her busted watch. "Well then, looks like I'll be staying here a bit longer, then."

"ooh I liked that name Melanie." She smiled at Mel, before glancing away and looking into her pouch of things. It was an amazment what could truly fit in there.
"Gadget busted? Well that's unfortunate." She hummed not glancing at mel before appearing right infront of her and glancing at her watch. She gazed at for a long while before returning back to her original spot. She pulled out the feather, splitting it in half, taking the tendrils of tuft and laying some of them in a glass vial. The liquid inside the vial had an amber color quickly changing to a white and then to black seemingly undecided and changing when the outside of the vial was touched.

"Um, yeah. Though I don't think you'd be familiar with the technology. Even I don't. My friend gave it to me as a parting gift." Mel looked at Meli with content, casually walking to where she seemed to examine the feather from the… avian-folk being? Mel didn't know.
"So what is it that you do for a living, might I ask?"

he put up his wings.
He sounds like an 1930s radio
"If you're talking to me, I work as an Hotel manager!"

"I run a shop for home remedies that cute back aches and had headaches and help with curses and can also cause curses. Oh and I sell knick knacks." She smiled up at mel.

Mel's attention was diverted by a rather tall man that sounded quite… odd.
"Hm. Weird. I've never seen your kind before. What are you, exactly, Mr. Vozreal? Some sort of avian folk?" Mel took out a small notepad and had already started writing.
The Doctor would be impressed by how well I've been doing, Mel's train of thought went elsewhere. I've found some sort of being that has the capabilities of flight. Perhaps their wings are large and forceful enough to allow flight to those who do not innately have lighter bones.

Could they be any damn slower?!

The stone plating that acted as extra armor against his own and scales that had taken the place of skin to add even more armor rating to his form was beginning to crumble. He nearly lost his footing as both the beast and himself interlocked in a deathly embrace. The male raised his shield above his head, bashing aside the great bear's muzzle as it made an attempt to lunge at his throat. He knew, he knew all too well that if such a blow landed, he would be done.

The air continued to drop as even more ice formed around the pair. Combating that frigid ice was easier said than done, each push and shove nearly having him misstep. Such a mistake could be deadly…and wouldn't ya know it…

Voices, more had come to join the fray?

The distraction was just enough to have him slip his arm, powerful jaws wrapping around in an instant. Despite stone plating, armor, and even scales, those piercing fangs cut through, the full force of those powerful jaws snapping down. The sound that escaped the Dragonkin's maw was something between a human and a primal beast's roar of pain. No way was he getting out of this beast's grip, till another suddenly stepped in, wielding a great scythe. Well, it was enough to get the beast's attention to release him, letting the male roll to the side, cradling a shredded and possibly broken arm.

From above, another being appeared, striking downwards through the icy beast's skull, putting it finally to an end. The animal finally toppled to the ground, the blood unnatural compared to a normal bear's, a clear blue almost, instead of the normal crimson. Well, same could be said for the Dragonkin's own blood…

Cold, yellow eyes darted between the recent arrivals, lips twitching back in a weakened snarl. The adrenaline that was coursing through him was also triggering his primal/draconic instincts; danger, fight back, corner. These were but a few of those more simplistic thoughts. The Dragonkin watched everyone carefully, only knowing that these were all possible threats. No, he needed to calm down, calm himself, he couldn't let the primal nature take control…would be one hell of a report; 'Sorry, crushed a bunch of civilians who triggered me into my dragon form.'
He instead swallowed the growing lump in his throat, taking the time to look over himself. Besides, they all seemed engrossed in each other, it'd maybe give him a chance to calm down and catch his breath.

The Dragonkin started to show more human features again, the once brown and bronze scales disappearing into human flesh again. The rocks had crumbled away, showing broken and torn armor as well as other various inflicted wounds from the struggle. He kept the curved, ram-like horns upon his head, tail limp behind him. His yellow eyes remained cold, pupils thin slits. The male was knelt down on one knee, resting the mangled arm upon his bowed leg.
He lifted a hand, barely running his fingers across it to only release a hiss under his breath, muttering darkly, "Damn't…really did a number on me…the White Sages are gonna have fun patching this up…almost as bad as that time I got caught by that Ridgeback Lamisin…"

Crefus sighed hard and heavy at all these dorks having a meet and greet when they just pummeled a bear. Okay, sure, fine, whatever. "Alright, just ignore me, I'm just the guy who lives here is all. You bare fleshed freaky hoo-mins or whatever just waltzed in or FLEW IN-" He gives a quick glare at the newest arrival. "- and attacked an elemental for no ass reason but fine, have your get together. Hope you all have something in common. But I really need to ask…" He turned and looked at everyone. "Is ANYONE injured?" That's when he saw the Kleiname-thing-guy kneeling on the ground and bleeding from his everything. "Oh damn. Hold on, I've got a couple herbs n' sh!t if you need 'em. I can't do magic cause reasons, but I got all this on deck." He proceeds to pull a couple of leaves from his little pocket space and then some glass bottles holding vibrant liquids. They all had little labels with either scrawled penmanship or cursive and delicate handwriting.

Meli put the potion away in her bag, shutting and locking it with the metal clamp. She noticed the one dragon like guy being injured so she floated over to him and while the dude she had met earlier was patching him up and putting herbs on him, she cast a simple healing spell on his arm. All the major damage would be fixed but it would leave a pretty nasty scar on his arm.
"There." She then slowly back away from the dragon like personal, returning over next to meli.

Mel's attention was diverted by a rather tall man that sounded quite… odd.
"Hm. Weird. I've never seen your kind before. What are you, exactly, Mr. Vozreal? Some sort of avian folk?" Mel took out a small notepad and had already started writing.
The Doctor would be impressed by how well I've been doing, Mel's train of thought went elsewhere. I've found some sort of being that has the capabilities of flight. Perhaps their wings are large and forceful enough to allow flight to those who do not innately have lighter bones.

"Avian folk?" He chuckled "Don't be ridiculous! I am a demon. I come from Tartarus, which is below Hell, if you're wondering."

Well, same could be said for the Dragonkin's own blood…

I didn't know this was Skyrim.

At the sudden approach, that draconic nature instantly flared. A deep, guttural growl suddenly erupted from somewhere deep in his chest. It was taking all his self control to keep from lashing out; attack, defend. His lips once again curled back, showing his fangs, a more vivid warning to the ones who were getting just a bit too close for comfort. Even the earth around him seemed to crack slightly, as if readying to erupt once again into a deathly strike to possible aggressors.

The strange, horned, furred figure was the one to approach first. Several bottles lined the ground, something about herbs and such. Calm down, ne needed to calm down…
His yellow eyes slowly closed, breathing slowing down. The heart in his chest that had once been beating rapidly was starting to ease into a more calm rhythm. The Dragonkin's deep growl started to disperse instead into a low hum. The hum seeming to be some song to him. Whatever the significance, it seemed to be doing its job on calming him.

Eventually, his eyes opened again, the once feral glow having eased to a soft flicker of dull yellow. He looked down to the wound, now there only being a jagged scar beneath the torn armor. The male shot a glare around, unaware of the one who did it, but there were still other, lesser wounds covering his form. Now having calmed down further, he actually managed to look at himself, releasing a groan.
"Man…I just got this armor set too…"

The male averted his gaze back to the furred stranger who was still looking through those bottles and vials of herbs. He watched in silence for several moments before averting his gaze elsewhere, speaking softly, "I had a request from the Guild…thin out the bear population. That was it, didn't know a goddamn elemental one was even around…I swear I better get paid extra for this…"

"Anyways, pleasure to meet you Meli!"

"Ha! That's funny Mr. Vozreal-is it alright if I call you Voz? Vozzie? Nevermind. Well, there seems to not be a scientific name for your kind, but I doubt 'demon' would even fit. Demons only exist in a select few cultures, and even then, it's near impossible to tell if heaven, hell, or even an afterlife is completely true! Though some mythologies speak of sentient monsters–think gorgons from greek mythology. Perhaps you are something along those lines?" Mel continued scribbling into her notepad. "Are there any more like you?"

"Vozreal, none of that 'Mr.' shit. I was friends with Medusa, before she turned into an gorgon, actually! And I'm an demon, but I come from Tartarus, not Hell. And no, there isn't any other Demons from Tartarus. The rest of the Demons come from Hell."

Melanie sighed, disappointed. This person–Vozreal–claims himself to be a demon, when he clearly is not. He talks of being the only demon in Tartarus, which is below hell, according to him. He must be suffering from mental conflict, perhaps in the form of trauma.
"Interesting. No siblings, family? How did you come to be, then?" Melanie tried to sound interested, but her voice lacked genuinity and she had put her notebook away.

"No family. And yes, I am a demon, technically. I am an fallen angel, which are considered demons. I also have three children who I love very dearly!"