Fantasy RP

Max jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He quickly and quietly slid the bracelet off his wrist before removing his hands from his pockets and spinning around to face the girl.
"I'm sorry, does talking to my pet bat not count as talking?" He chuckled, reaching up to pat the imp on the horns, "As for that little thing, I have no clue what you're talking about. As you can see, I have nothing that could be of value..."
The imp on his head thumped him once in the temple, snickering as the earthling tried to reach up and whack him. Knowing his attempts at returning the demon's favor was in vain, Max rolled his eyes and turned back to the girl as Ozabon sat back on his head, "So as you can see, I have nothing more than the clothes on my back and the pest in my hair."

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Oz mentally chuckled at the werewolf's lack of knowledge. Werewolves aren't really keen on sensing magic unless they knew what it smelled like, and this one did not even consider learning what the scent of magic. However, when they robbed this girl, the imp had known she was a Mage, or at least a very powerful source of magic. He didn't let the earthling know that, though, and, even though he tried to pull the demon off as a bat, anyone who had ever read a magic book knew at least what one sort of looked like, so him trying to convince this girl that Oz was a bat was ridiculous to the point of humor... And that's exactly why he kept his mouth shut.

Antheia smirked at Max, and even though he couldn't see it, her eyebrow was raised. "That's not a bat. That's an imp. Do you really think you can fool me?" Antheia snorted, "Give me the bracelet. I know you have it."

"I was searching for something!" She snapped but cooled down quickly. "Anyways we should find a sanctuary, the blue is falling and this town isn't the safest, as you know it." I watched the sky. I love the night and everything about it but in this town the night is everything to hate...

The guards continued on into the alley, boots hitting the ground in a coordinated drumbeat. One sharp-eyed guard spotted Zara and reached out, grabbing her wrist and squeezing. Regardless of if she was a mage or not, she had a sword, and curfew was approaching fast. The other guards stepped forward, surrounding her and her shadow, Nyx.

Nyx watched, perfectly still in their host shadow, as the guards grabbed for their new host. They didn't want to reveal themself so soon, but they would if that's what it took. Harming their host would hurt them too, and they dislike pain. Just in case, they subtly wrapped a shield of darkness around Zara- it was barely visible in the dark alleyway, and it would protect the both of them from any further actions the guards would take against Zara.

Elsewhere in the city, a guard shrieked and pointed at a dragon flying low overhead. Half of the guards watched with him, hands on their respective weapons, and the other less nervous half split off, surrounding Antheia, Max, and Oz. One stopped in front of them, barking a harsh, "Stop where you are! You're coming with us for questioning!"

Antheia's eye widened, and she gulped. "This cannot be happening..." she thought, before saying quietly, "Is it curfew already...? I apologize, I was just trying to retrieve a bracelet that was stolen from me."

"That's hardly an excuse! You are under arrest, and so are those two. We'll determine what happened here, and you had best hope that you're telling the truth and not a magic user." The leader of the platoon snapped his fingers, and the circle around Antheia and the others tightened as they grabbed either for their weapons or an arm of the new prisoners. "Come with us, and don't resist."

"Great, more crap to deal with." Antheia thought to herself. She looked at Max, who was right beside her, and whispered, "Look what you've done."

Emerald saw troops walking around, and her eyes widened. "We have to get out of here." she whispered to Alex.

The guards that had split off to watch the dragon soaring overhead were practically shaking in their boots. Dragons were never good news- the empress herself was a dragon, and though she was their imperial majesty, she wasn't known for her kindness, and her daughters were just as bad. Twitchy, they split up again to surround more 'suspicious' people- regardless of if they were actually suspicious or not. One grabbed at Nathan's arm, and two more grabbed Alex and Emerald, all speaking in an unconscious sync from their seperate positions. "Come with us, you're under arrest."

The guard holding Antheia's arm shook it roughly, tugging on it and signaling to the guards holding Max in place as they started off to the guardhouse. "If it's really all his fault, we'll find out and let you go..."

Antheia looked up at the guard, most of her face hidden by her hair. "Thank you." she muttered quietly, her arms aching from the harsh tugging.

Emerald's eyes widened in fear. She didn't say a word; She was terrified they'd find her gem, or even Alex's gem. She looked at Alex and took a deep breath, letting the guards practically drag her away.

Maxwell sighed, turning slightly red from embarrassment, "Well the blacksmith believed it. I take it you're some kind of-"
"Mage? Yeah, she's something like that," Ox stated, low, cutting off the boy.
"Oh, well, that makes sense, I guess... As for a bracelet-" He was cut off by the loud voices of the royal guard making their way to surround him. Did she call these guys over here?
His question was soon answered by the guards. They seized his arms, walking off with him following after them, no reluctance. "Look, sir, I haven't done a thing! I was just talking to this lady when..." He thought for a moment before shaking his head, "Ah, nevermind. Hey, are we gonna stay for overnight questioning? I hear the cells there have windows and the moon is always a beautiful sight at night."

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Oz squeaked, watching the dragon fly over before turning his attention to the many men surrounding them. He snarled, baring his teeth at the guards, "Back off, fellas! This simple earthling has done no wrong and neither have I!" He struggled against the guards' grip around his arms as they seized him. Oh the things he would do to these mortals if he wasn't wanting to stick with his buddy.

When Nathan had seen the guards circle around Antheia and the other two, he had felt relieved that he was just far enough to be considered a bystander. Unfortunately his relief was short lived when a separate guard came along and grabbed his arm, and it took all of his willpower to not appear startled. "I'm sorry officer, I realize curfew is near and was just now on my way home. But I suppose there's no point in me trying to explain myself, so I'll just come along quietly if you would kindly let me walk without your iron-grip." Nathan said, doing his best to sound like an innocent citizen. The only reason he even mentioned the guard's grip on his arm was because he was afraid if he got jerked around that they'll discover Cadmus before he can get away.
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Cadmus nearly hissed in frustration when the guard grabbed Nathan's arm, and was ready to jump out and claw at him for treating a member of the Yttris family like a criminal, but Nathan's response to the guard also served as directions for Cadmus. He told Cadmus not to make a scene by saying he would go quietly, and had told Cadmus to get away on his own when he had commented on the guard's grip. Cadmus personally didn't like the idea of Nathan being taken away by these guards without him, but he did recognize that it'd be easier to escape if they didn't know about the little companion. Moving carefully so as to not ruffle Nathan's coat, Cadmus crawled down Nathan's leg on the opposite side of the guard and quickly scurried into the nearby ally and clambered up the wall onto the rooftops to wait for the guards to move on.

Alex jumped when she was grabbed. Being the person she is she fought against the guard, yanking, trashing, and kicking. She continued she struggle when the guard dragged her away forcefully. I don't wanna be discovered... No I cant be discovered and neither can emerald. "what moon is it tonight?"

Before Hack can decide what to do exactly with the wolf one of the guards spots her and grabs her arm. Well that's not going to end well...

Zora snarls in anger and tries to cut the guard, but only ends up getting the sword ripped from her paws. Before she can do anything else she's hit on the side of the head. Last thing she can see is a guard picking her up as it all fades to black.

The guards ignored the snarky comments and fighting, dragging each of the prisoners away separately to the guardhouse and prison with no regard for how hard they were gripping. The prisoners would probably have bruises, but they didn't care. They had a job to do, and by god they were going to do it. The streets had cleared almost instantly, ducking away from the guards before they could be caught out after curfew. Normally, if you bribed them you could get out of it, but with the princess in the city? No one was taking bribes, for fear of being arrested themselves.

When the guard hit Zora, Nyx fainted as well, sinking deeper into the shadow till the only tell was the not-quite matching shape to Zora. They had expected an obvious assasain to be able to defend themself better, but she had dropped like a fly at the first hit. Until they woke up, they were stuck in the shadow and helpless.

Antheia sat on the floor of her cell, looking at her bruised arms. "Must they be so harsh?" she thought to herself, before realizing, "Wait, where's the bracelet?" She stood up and moved to the bars separating her from freedom, looking for Maxwell. "Max...! Where are you?" she whispered, her eye darting left and right.

Emerald shook the call bars, bruising her knuckles more and more as she punches them. "What did I do wrong, besides not realizing what time it was?!" she complained.

Sahkrahfaas saw that it was getting dark, so he quickly finished eating the goat and flew back down over the city. He could faintly hear the annoyed and frustrated commotion coming from the city, and he flew down a little lower to have a look at what was going on. The guards were arresting a group of people out after curfew. He growled, wondering why people got thrown in jail just for being out late, and flew off towards his den for the night, hoping no one would follow.

As he had promised, Nathan didn't struggle or complain once while the guard roughly escorted him to his cell, though he was a little insulted that the guard kept his iron grip n his arm the entire way. Once he was in his cell though, Nathan couldn't help but let out a little laugh, when he had snuck of from his escorts from the community Nathan hadn't imagined that he would end up in a holding cell in a large city. Being careful to continue using his anti-magic on himself, Nathan took a quick look around his new home before walking up to examine the bars. He highly doubted he could bend them with his magnetic magic, so it looked like his escape was left up to luck and a magic mongoose. Wondering if Antheia, those other two, or anyone else were also in this cell block, Nathan decided to give a little call. "So, anybody else come here tonight with the VIP invitation?" Nathan called down the row of cells, trying for a bit of humor since he was supposed to be an innocent, normal person.
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Cadmus followed Nathan and his escort for quite a ways, seething at the thought of how he couldn't just jump in and claw the guard's eyes. Eventually he watched Nathan get brought into a somewhat fortified building that he assumed was the guardhouse. He was wondering how he was going to sneak in when Cadmus noticed the dragon flying overhead and got a crazy idea. Keeping an eye on the dragon, Cadmus followed it across rooftops and through alleys and even out of the city, his kind were born to kill dragons so Cadmus would be ashamed if he lost track of the one he was following. Granted what his idea entailed went against his old dragon-killing instincts, but it was the easiest way to rescue Nathan. Cadmus just needed to stay alive long enough to convince the dragon to help. Sticking to the shadows, Cadmus followed until he saw the dragon go into what must be its den. "Well, time to do something reckless and defy the natural order." Cadmus sighed as he collected himself and stepped into the dragon's den, hoping Nathan would be safe until he was ready.

~I'm guessing that curfew is around sunset?~

Max was thrown onto the cell floor, instantly landing on his back with an Oof! He stood up, dusting his hands on his pants and walked towards the cell window. The sun was still barely above the horizon, but not entirely gone. He still had to wait a few minute before he could shift. Soon... Just a little bit longer and then I can get Oz and leave this place. Hearing Antheia, he spun on his heels and walked back to the door. He turned his head to the left, trying to locate her cell. He spoke in whispers, responding to the girl, "Yeah, I'm right here. What did you need?"

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Oz was placed about seven cells down from Max, tossed back on his wings. The bars, he had noticed while he was still in the guards' grasp, were relatively thinner, preventing him from being able to slide out. He stood up and expanded his wings, stretching them before flying up to the window. Sure, he liked the night, but ever before had he wanted it to get there so soon. He heard faint whispers, not that he could make them out, but also caught the humor of a man crystal clear. He hissed and snapped, igniting a flame around his right hand and walked over to the door. "Yeah, you were. I hope that lounge burns because I'm in prison and my earthling can't do anything yet!" The imp sent his hand into the iron door, causing a loud thud. After a brief pause, he drew it back and cradled it, the pain verifying the thud.

Alex was thrown into a corner of a cell. She struggled to get to her feet and glared at the guy who threw her in. He left. She tried to pulled her hands apart but pain shot up her arms. what the... she looked behind her and saw her hands were cuffed in metal behind her in. How was I shocked though? she tried to pull her hands away again then was shocked. Why was I cuffed

She no longer had her cloak but her hair covered her gem luckily. She stood up and lifted her legs through the chains, so her hands were in front of her. "Hello?" She called.

Antheia chuckled at Nathan's humor before answering Max. "Did they take my bracelet?"

Sahkrahfaas crawled into his den and lay down in his nest, only to find that an odd-looking mongoose creature was in the entrance to his den. He knew in an instant what the creature was; the old wizard had told him to watch out for them as they often took down dragons. "What are you doing here?" the dragon growled. How had the ichneumon found him? I guess this is my end... he thought solemnly, but he didn't let his emotions show. Maybe it was a bit far-fetched, but he could try to reason with it.

Alex sighed and laid against a wall. I could sense Emmy but I couldn't pin point where she was, nor did I know if I was alone or not. She found fighting now useless. I don't believe it's a new or full moon either. Most likely a quarter moon but I don't want to reveal myself or curse. she sighed and tucked her legs to her chest and laid her head on her knees.

Name: Yuuki
Species: Metahuman (A metahuman is someone exposed to some mutagenic compound, such as in the form of a gas, that mutates them down to their DNA, either giving them a superpower or altering their appearance drastically)
Appearance: A 19-year old girl with dark spiky brown hair (tied up in a ponytail) and dark gray eyes. She dresses in silver lightweight armor (thinner, more flexible, and lighter than Erza’s) with black clothing underneath, and silver lightweight metal boots. She has a utility belt around her waist complete with her twin sai dangling from the right side, a grappling hook, a walkie-talkie, a few mini-grenades, smoke bombs, and an earpiece for communicating, which she usually wears, along with her potions. She has lightweight metal arm-guards and leg-guards. Without her armor, she usually wears a black tank top that, black arm-guards, fingerless black gloves, and black pants and sandals.
Personality: She's a quick thinker and an instinctive person. he can handle dangerous situations well, despite their often unfavorable conditions. She's got sarcastic and smart sense of humor, and a calm demeanor, and is the type that can make friends with everyone, and if not friendship, then at least respect. She is also willing to sacrifice things important to her to save her friends and family from danger. She can also be very strong-minded and equally stubborn; clever, cunning, and resourceful.
Weapon: Twin pistols, and other gadgets.
Relationships: Dead
History: N/A

~Yeah, curfew is sunset exactly, though they don't enforce it often. Everyone's ramped up because of the assassination. And Sunburn, you're accepted! Jump in wherever you feel works.~

One of the guards left in the room yawned, while the other stood, dusting off his tunic with a scowl before banging his sword against the bars of one cage, then the next. "No talking! This isn't some party, this is prison." The one still sitting snickered, but did nothing else to bely his companion's words. The guards were shutting down for the night, and he himself was planning on taking a nap. There was no way the prisoners could escape, so why should he care? Once they were silent, it would be only too easy for him to fall asleep.

Nyx was still out like a light, curled up in the deep recesses of Zara's shadow. They wouldn't awake till their host did, and that might take a while. The guards hadn't been gentle with her, knocking her out, binding her arms behind her back and to her tail, and confiscating her weapons. The cells had magic-blockers just in case, so even that wouldn't let her escape.

Elsewhere in the city, Ruby sniffed the air suspiciously, tail swaying back and forth and claws cutting into the palms of her hands. She could smell another dragon, and that was never good, though it didn't seem to be either of her sisters. The thought that it was her mother crossed her mind, but that was ridiculous. She never left their home. No, it had to be a dragon Ruby didn't know, but she soon would. She let wings tear their way out of her back, fitting between the draped silks covering her perfectly, and took to the skies. Her true form wouldn't fit in city streets, and this one was prettier anyway. She headed for the den where Sahkrahfaas lay, arriving quickly and backwinging to hover in the air outside, waiting for the dragon to finish its conversation and possibly die.

A shadow slinked through the buildings quickly, careful not to be seen. Twin pistols rattled quietly as the shadow quickly ran across the street. The sound of boots slapped against the pavement, and the shadow stiffened.

"Sh*t!" she cursed. "They're coming! I gotta move!" It was too late. A guard snatched her arm, and another grabbed her other arm. "You're coming with us!" one guard snapped.  Yuuki lashed out roughly with her leg, catching the first guard in the stomach and kicking him away, and then grabbed one pistol with her free hand and shooting the other guard. It was too late for her to move away, though. She was completely surrounded by the guards. A guard rushed at her, but Yuuki dodged out of the way, and punched him. The rest streamed towards her, and Yuuki let her instincts take over. Dodge, punch, kick, dodge, kick, dodge, shoot. There was too many for her, though, and they overwhelmed, and her vision went black.

When she finally regained consciousness again, she realized she was in a dank and dusty cell. She analyzed her surroundings, and when she went to grab for her pistols, she realized with a strike of fear that they were gone. Looking to the prison cell to her right, she saw an unconscious person lying on the floor (who's lying on the floor again? Besides Nyx.). "Hey!" she whispered, and reached between the bars to nudge the person. "Hey, wake up!"