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[center][b]Username:[/b] Daemonengrau [b]User ID:[/b] 359809 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Nalani [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=35774206] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=35774206&skin=0&apparel=15301,26276,15317,15300,20557,10876,16235&xt=dressing.png[/img] [/url][/center] After very much [i]not[/i] shoulder checking an attacker - really, that wouldn't do any good anyway - but causing a pretty atypical explosion (their attackers are really stunned that there was no fire at all. No, it obviously wasn't the shockwave that stunned them. Nuh-uh.), Nalani finally gets herself together. She smiles weakly at Cotriona, but finally being able to run away has an almost reviving effect on her, even though it's over the roofs. The approaching mirror is not what she wanted to see, though. "Shaded," she mutters as she tries to speed up. Only to be yanked back. She yelps in surprise, but there's nothing she can do but try not to hurt herself. The collision draws all the air from her lungs. Heck, it hurts. Her arm, too. Surely it's the tattoo again. She could just stay where she is... it's over anyway, right? [i]No[/i], she thinks, not knowing where that comes from. [i]It's not. I have to get back. I promised Chioni to stay with him, I can't die here![/i] Nalani scrambles to her feet, shots the mirror an angry glare, and resumes running. (It... might be a little late for asking, but... did you plan bad endings?) (Actually, nevermind, don't answer, I'll find out soon enough...)

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=5443143] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/54432/5443143_350.png[/img] [/url] "Spark it," Stark cursed as he rounded the corner and found not the exit he was hoping for, but a glowing white crystal ... which seemed to be making the tattoo itch like crazy. He couldn't resist the urge to scratch at it, even as Jarvis intoned a disapproving, "Sir." Then a huge surge of magic rushed up his arm, bringing with it a wave of pain - and then nothing. [br] [center]~[/center] [br] "Jarvis?" Stark muttered blearily as he woke up. Whatever had just happened was [i]not good[/i], he could tell. "Sir," Jarvis said, his normally composed voice wavering slightly and coming from right beside Stark's ear. "Are you quite well?" "'m okay," Stark grunted, rolling himself over and shaking his head. Apart from the dizziness and double vision - though, really, he'd inflicted this state, or something very much like it, on himself enough times in his lab that he could deal with it. He climbed to his feet, wobbling only a little. "How long was I out?" "Only a few moments, sir," Jarvis reassured him, taking off and hovering beside him as usual. That was reassuring at least. "And I guess we have no idea what that was?" "I'm sorry, sir, my sensors -" "Aren't calibrated to pick up anything like that. Okay," Stark sighed. He'd known that already. He'd been hoping that Jarvis might have seen something that he'd missed, but apparently not. "I guess we keep going ..." He headed onwards through the sewers' twisting tunnels and passageways, muttering to himself about all the things he [i]could[/i] have installed into either his armour or his golem to have avoided this mess, from additional sensors to some kind of positioning system that would help him pin-point his location and find a way out. Ideas for potential upgrades started to spin around his head and distracted him a little from the situation - until he felt an unpleasant prickling in his arm again, just as he came to yet another Y junction. Stark stopped and stared at the junction for a long while, internally cursing his foul luck and the fact that he'd come here at all. He waved his arm vaguely at each of the paths, but it didn't prickly more or less when it was closer to either of them, so that was no help. "All right," he said after a moment. "Jarvis. Generate a random number between one and one hundred." If it was even, he'd go right. If it was odd, he'd go left. It wasn't any worse a method of navigation than 'using his instincts' - which hadn't got them anywhere so far. "Seventy-three, sir." "Great," Stark said, and turned down the left hand pathway.

@akitcougar Pardon me, but did my submission for yesterday's prompt make it through?

[center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/dressing/outfit/496947][img]https://i.imgur.com/aQV9y2C.png[/img][/url][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/50a4a2c6b077f26a5388cb6e4a14e600/tumblr_inline_o4mb4eBfd61ttfumm_250.png[/img][item=glowing pocket mouse][/center] “Oi! Watch it, mangy!” As one of Catriona’s attackers turned to look, Lennuh sent the bright bolt hurtling towards their face. Little time to spare, he launched himself up at the face of hit adversary to bite and scratch. Having heard her companion call danger’s attention back onto himself, Jingle had returned to see Lennuh’s situation. Seeing that he could probably use some help, she joined in, sinking her teeth into the foot of Lennuh’s target. The Pearlcatcher reeled, trying to shake off both Fae and pocket mouse. Catriona saw an opportunity and, with a quick warning to the tiny duo, rushed their adversary and took them out. Now faced with a Guardian, Lennuh realised that he’d lost his hat and wig at some point in the brawl. With magic and the occasional stone, Lennuh helped Catriona overcome the last of the attackers. Hat and wig forgotten, and possibly useless by now, the two dragons made for the rooftops, with Jingle clinging to Catriona’s mane. For the second time that day, Lennuh was knocked out of the air by a blow from behind. It was the Mirror from the start of it all. The Fae gasped and momentarily wondered if he’d been winded. It was not the case. Of all times, now the tattoo was going to expand again. Lennuh remembered how the last time had momentarily incapacitated him. So the Mirror would easily have the chance to catch up to any frantic fluttering, unless he tried something. With particularly creased frills, the Fae desperately sought a solution.

@Sidegrinder

Apologies for the delay, my internet decided to die for three hours and is still exceptionally spotty about what it decides to connect to. Apparently your submission had not made it through, and I'm unsure why.

@akitcougar I'm currently staying in an area that has spotty Wi-Fi, so the form might have not been sent. ^^; Can I try it again?

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33645212] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/336453/33645212_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [i]Oh, I'm in trouble now...[/i] Rena thinks before calling out for Cat. She should run, but if another fit strikes mid-jump right now she could fall right off the rooftops or worse. There was static last time though...[i]Maybe if I try on purpose, I can channel some of this at him?[/i] Good enough plan on the fly, she grabs a length of conducting wire from her pockets, spilling a few gears in her haste. Inspired, she throws a fistful of them at his face as a distraction and ducks behind a platform just low enough she can see him and dodge any further attacks until the tattoo fully seizes her again, or until help arrives. "Cat!" She calls out again, readying her wire as she tries to keep ahead of the mirror's next movement, keep just out of his reach. Perhaps she can lash at him with it, maybe even wrap it around his neck if they fight? Later, when she finishes this whole adventure, she'll be a little sick with all the people she hurt, the violence of her own thoughts. The way her claws ripped through hide helping Cat. For now, survival occupies her mind. [i]I sure hope this works....[/i] [center][b]Table of Contents[/b][/center] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/1#post_34376381]Game Post 1 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/6#post_34391068]Rena's Response 1 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/7#post_34393679]Game Post 2(X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/10#post_34408540]Rena's Response 2 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/11#post_34413050]Game Post 3 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/13#post_34417884]Rena's Response 3 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/16#post_34431479]Game Post 4 (X)[/url] - 2nd portion [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/20#post_34447908]Rena's Response 4 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/20#post_34449583]Game Post 5 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/21#post_34449798]Rena's Response 5 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/25#post_34468025]Game Post 6 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/28#post_34475998]Rena's Response 6 (X)[/url] (You are here) [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/30#post_34486711]Game Post 7 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/35#post_34490996]Rena's Response 7 (X)[/url]