((Kaylin's updated appearance can be found in this post. TL:DNR, she is now in a tabard over chain and leather, her sleeves are up to show odd markings on her arms, and her cat is now a small dragon.)
Conflicting announcements
Kaylin grew paler and paler as she listened and more and more ****ed off. She had gathered some small amount of background intel abut the Voidtrekers. But this...
"Children...?" she asked, her voice grim.
"***** it!" she swore. Then she continued swearing. She ran through about a dozen different languages as she went, some of which did NOT sound like they were designed for human throats. She went hunting for the nearest person she could find with one of those SCA things, a voidtrekker. She needed more information and she needed it the ****s yesterday. She also needed to find a mirror to contact Leia.
Falling City
Kaylin probably looked pretty **** weird with one of Hope's wings plastered over one of her eyes, the dragon sitting up on her shoulder and seeming alert. But Kaylin would take looking ***** weird. Because she could see a different veiw through each eye. At least that was how it seemed to her. To everyone else? She might occasionally seem to vanish when taking a path she can only see in winged veiw, to reappear when she rejoined this layer of reality.
The other weird looking thing? Her marks were glowing. Not the one on her face, but all the others. The ones exposed on her arms and the ones still hidden by her shirt sleeves, the ones creeping up the back of her neck. There were others, glowing, but her heavier clothes over her torso and legs muted their glow. At least for the moment...
Hinderance - OTA Cw: violence and body horror and gore.
(Feel free to poke me to plot OOC if you want Kaylin to snap your character out of lingering mind control. She actually has an ability for that, but can't use it often.)
Kaylin was mostly avoiding the ones that seemed to be actual people. Because **** it, she had seen some people possessed by Shadows that were worse than death to touch. But then there was also Gilbert. Spike. The creature at the base of the High Halls. Maggeron. ***** it all. Marai an Oogrim. Too **** many different kinds of enslavement, and none of them she knew enough of to break. At least, none yet.
None of her marks offered themselves, she didn't know what the stories were, here.
But monsters that were trying to attack people? That she could do something against. And she did.
Her bracer was off, though she didn't seem to be using any magic. She was... surprisingly effective even without powers. "Watch out for the eyes!" she shouted as she faced off against a one-off. The thing had sixteen eyes and three mouths. Sadly, not three heads or 8. Either of those would have been logical. No. The mouths were on the torso. The "head" had the eyes in a ring that aimed in all directions in a flat plane, making her advice almost impossible to follow. It had fifteen oddly jointed legs. What looked like beams shot from the eyes, destroying the ground and anything it hit on its way to said ground.
Kaylin was... shockingly good at getting the *****s out of the way. Also at timing her throw so that her throwing daggers - not her main three - scored when the eyes weren't shooting beams. She had taken out nearly a half dozen eyes already, but she was running out of daggers.
Still, the thing was at least half again as tall as she was and she was holding her own. It was more wounded than she was, though she was tiring faster, it seemed.
"This **** close to letting you breathe on it," she said to Hope as she did a backflip to get away from an eye beam. The dragon managed not to lose his perch on her shoulders as she did so, one wing plastered over half of her face. He made angry squawking sounds at her.
She swore again and grabbed a stone from the ground, She threw it as another eye-beam lanced towards her, but she was already in motion to the side.
Evacuation - OTA
Kaylin sure as *****s wasn't leaving until the last **** minute. Probably not even then, she was late for everything after all. But she could help defend those who were leaving, and those who were supporting them. she wanted to go fight in the big fight, maybe even figure out how to ix things for everyone. But she was small, squishy, and probably mortal.
Hope could have solved all of this. At the cost of half of the people dragged here against their will. A cost he knew she would never **** well pay. That was always the way with him. He wouldn't do for her anything she couldn't do for herself without a cost she couldn't live with.
So the short scrap of a woman was at the edge of the park, patrolling. She helped people trying to get in to escape get in, and tried to keep those who wanted to hurt the fleeing folks out.
She was tiring, but she didn't have the leisure of sleep now. Her leg hurt, and was bleeding a bit, she had a thin gash on her unmarked cheek. Her marks were glowing an even gold and all of her skin felt like it was trying to burn its way free of her, but she kept up her patrols, kept fighting. Kept cursing....
Warning for spoilers, CW all. Kaylin OTA
Conflicting announcements
Kaylin grew paler and paler as she listened and more and more ****ed off. She had gathered some small amount of background intel abut the Voidtrekers. But this...
"Children...?" she asked, her voice grim.
"***** it!" she swore. Then she continued swearing. She ran through about a dozen different languages as she went, some of which did NOT sound like they were designed for human throats. She went hunting for the nearest person she could find with one of those SCA things, a voidtrekker. She needed more information and she needed it the ****s yesterday. She also needed to find a mirror to contact Leia.
Falling City
Kaylin probably looked pretty **** weird with one of Hope's wings plastered over one of her eyes, the dragon sitting up on her shoulder and seeming alert. But Kaylin would take looking ***** weird. Because she could see a different veiw through each eye. At least that was how it seemed to her. To everyone else? She might occasionally seem to vanish when taking a path she can only see in winged veiw, to reappear when she rejoined this layer of reality.
The other weird looking thing? Her marks were glowing. Not the one on her face, but all the others. The ones exposed on her arms and the ones still hidden by her shirt sleeves, the ones creeping up the back of her neck. There were others, glowing, but her heavier clothes over her torso and legs muted their glow. At least for the moment...
Hinderance - OTA Cw: violence and body horror and gore.
(Feel free to poke me to plot OOC if you want Kaylin to snap your character out of lingering mind control. She actually has an ability for that, but can't use it often.)
Kaylin was mostly avoiding the ones that seemed to be actual people. Because **** it, she had seen some people possessed by Shadows that were worse than death to touch. But then there was also Gilbert. Spike. The creature at the base of the High Halls. Maggeron. ***** it all. Marai an Oogrim. Too **** many different kinds of enslavement, and none of them she knew enough of to break. At least, none yet.
None of her marks offered themselves, she didn't know what the stories were, here.
But monsters that were trying to attack people? That she could do something against. And she did.
Her bracer was off, though she didn't seem to be using any magic. She was... surprisingly effective even without powers. "Watch out for the eyes!" she shouted as she faced off against a one-off. The thing had sixteen eyes and three mouths. Sadly, not three heads or 8. Either of those would have been logical. No. The mouths were on the torso. The "head" had the eyes in a ring that aimed in all directions in a flat plane, making her advice almost impossible to follow. It had fifteen oddly jointed legs. What looked like beams shot from the eyes, destroying the ground and anything it hit on its way to said ground.
Kaylin was... shockingly good at getting the *****s out of the way. Also at timing her throw so that her throwing daggers - not her main three - scored when the eyes weren't shooting beams. She had taken out nearly a half dozen eyes already, but she was running out of daggers.
Still, the thing was at least half again as tall as she was and she was holding her own. It was more wounded than she was, though she was tiring faster, it seemed.
"This **** close to letting you breathe on it," she said to Hope as she did a backflip to get away from an eye beam. The dragon managed not to lose his perch on her shoulders as she did so, one wing plastered over half of her face. He made angry squawking sounds at her.
She swore again and grabbed a stone from the ground, She threw it as another eye-beam lanced towards her, but she was already in motion to the side.
Evacuation - OTA
Kaylin sure as *****s wasn't leaving until the last **** minute. Probably not even then, she was late for everything after all. But she could help defend those who were leaving, and those who were supporting them. she wanted to go fight in the big fight, maybe even figure out how to ix things for everyone. But she was small, squishy, and probably mortal.
Hope could have solved all of this. At the cost of half of the people dragged here against their will. A cost he knew she would never **** well pay. That was always the way with him. He wouldn't do for her anything she couldn't do for herself without a cost she couldn't live with.
So the short scrap of a woman was at the edge of the park, patrolling. She helped people trying to get in to escape get in, and tried to keep those who wanted to hurt the fleeing folks out.
She was tiring, but she didn't have the leisure of sleep now. Her leg hurt, and was bleeding a bit, she had a thin gash on her unmarked cheek. Her marks were glowing an even gold and all of her skin felt like it was trying to burn its way free of her, but she kept up her patrols, kept fighting. Kept cursing....