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[Zoobey]

The familiar waft of the pyre, crackling with a soft incense, would alert the Heirs to the just as familiar tent where the Head Priestess usually resided. It felt almost like home now: warm and still, each bit of detail from the last month committed already to memory. The tiny trees growing around the reserve. The supple, yielding soil beneath them. The in-progress toppling mess of construction, of promises and dreams that lay sleeping still, slumbering, half-woken.

And more familiar still, Medea, more a mother than a figure of authority, waiting for them. The patient parent who never got upset or angry, never lashed or cried out at any of the antics of the Heirs and always waited, waiting for them to move on, nudging and pushing them step by step. But no, they were not just Heirs now, but Protectors of the slumbering Lost Clans. They had been given the role, they had been given duties, and they could not disappoint. They were all that was left of the legacy of the once Four Clans leaders.

The Head Priestess greeted all four Heirs with a slight nod, standing up from her meditating seat. "I beseech your help, the four Protectors of the clans, the four who are our tribe's pillars. Will you come to my assistance in these dire times?"

Assistance. It could have been anything. It could have been that one time where Medea had lost her minipets, or even when she had simply asked for them to all gather supplies (which had resulted in Cymbelline getting lost, again). And yet there was something about her tone, about the way she stood up almost immediately that suggested something else. Whatever it was, it was a little more urgent.

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[revenant aria]

"Cym, listening to all those crinkles the bugs is so vast and confusing .." Aisa's words were softly echoing from behind the tent's entrance, evidently making her way in as one of the earlier protectors. Naturally so, since all three protectors knew that Aisa simply adored Medea, simply at the beck and call of the priestess like little others .. Unless of course, it was the other protectors. Aisa would appear, when their whimsical desires wished it so.

Aisa had to take a moment, to glance at Medea, a furtive smile hidden in her insanity-ridden eyes.

Medea's rage, in the last battle, had been somewhat of a surprise to Aisa .. As they learned, the patient parent who never angered certainly could in one particular circumstance. But in the scorching passion of the moment, who wouldn't, when those dratted white-coats were around? Aisa's finger ran over the flames of the pyre, running the heated skin with the warm edge of her tongue. The taste of action was like nothing else, particularly a well-planned action. After all, Medea's indiscreet disappearance .. Well, Aisa couldn't even imagine what delicious words Medea was surely going to say.

Medea certainly didn't disappoint.

"Oh? Is this request going to be the wind of change? Boreas, Notus, Eurus and Zephyrus..

.. I wonder which ones we'll each prove to be. "

She pressed a kiss to her hourglass, her lips meeting the warming glass. The four great winds, also recalled sometimes as the four horses under the rule of Aeolus, known as the Anemoi. How appropriate, one protector for each. A wind, a direction for every horse. Aisa could not say what yet but she knew that something was going to break. By Death's hand, she hoped it would break and shatter like the horsemen clans had. After all, apocalypse was a privilege still granted generously so.

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Eris' charred fingers slid gently through the slit of cloth marking the entrance to the tent, lifting it gently with her forearm to reveal the inner sanctum. What rushed to greet her was nothing short of a welcome; the warm, scented air heated by the pyre smelled of incense and spices, lulling her mind and coaxing an almost trance-like relaxation. From within, she could see Medea had risen to greet her guests, Aisa and Cymbeline already chatting amiably, the glow of the fire casting over the three occupants a sunset hue. That same incandescence glittered off her golden armband, bouncing the light to reflect onto the rough, clothen walls of the bedouin tent, and for a moment the Protector of War was distracted, molten amber regard flicking to it as a cat might. But this distraction was brief, and her eyes slid easily back to the scene which had been presented, its warm embrace coaxing her forward. Dipping her head to slip beneath the parted curtain, Eris lowered her eyes as she stepped respectfully past the threshold, the fingers of her other hand catching the trailing edge of the soft transparent material of the veil lacing her hair, keeping it from catching on the room's adornings.

"Salve, Medea," the horsewoman offered politely, her tone a mixture of smooth and sweet. As she raised her eyes again, there was fond passion there as she regarded the undisputed leader of the Protectors, and a smile came, unbidden, to her lips, spreading faintly to the rest of her features. Turning her head a little to the side, her eyes, too, caught the flicker of the firelight, reflecting the soft glow as she glanced towards her companions. Releasing the veil, she lifted her fingers to give them a coy little wave, waggling her fingers at them in a far more familiar manner. While there was no doubt that the adoration for Medea was strong, Eris had not yet been able to act so familiar with the priestess. At least, not as she was towards the other Protectors. There was also the difference in rank; while the authority she held over them was much relaxed, War's Protector found it difficult not to offer her the courtesy and respect she deserved.

As her wristband had as she'd entered, the rest of the gold link and blood-red stones of Eris' ornaments glittered as she stepped deeper into the tent, the deep crimson of her skirt a softer contrast against the contours of her body. The material rustled a little over the bottom of the tent as she walked, shifting out of the doorway before turning back towards it, searching for Invictus almost a little expectantly. Truth be told, she quite enjoyed being on his arm, especially since the evening they had attended Amityville's Prom. It was a guilty pleasure, or perhaps, considering her exuberant personality, a not-so-guilty pleasure, one which she indulged wherever possible.

Setting this desire aside for the moment, War's Protector slid her attention back to the Head Priestess as she spoke, her smile slipping effortlessly to the pensive calm called for in this situation.

"Of course," she answered simply, without hesitation, flashing the Priestess an almost reckless smile. Eris required no clarification before she answered. Whatever it was Medea asked, there was no doubt in any mind that they would answer.  

[demon_pachabel]

Invictus never considered Medea to be anything like a mother. That was mostly because he had a very firm example in his head of what a mother was like due to his own opinions. Okay, perhaps it was more appropriate to say that he didn't see her as anything like his own mother. Nobody would ever be his own mother.

Yet the crackle of the pyre was inviting - it was all inviting. This was the way the family was. Always. Albeit the girls were 'his' rather than 'his sisters' in any way shape or form. His girls. His clan. It was all 'his'. It seemed it was time for things to be put into motion, albeit he couldn't admit he was 120% sure of what was going to be happening.

Still, it seemed the girls were entirely and completely enthused by all of this. Would they be blowing some things to pieces? Creating havoc?

Something else entirely?

"We will always be the ones first suited to do such things for you, Medea." Invictus answered levelly, nodding his head towards the Priestess as he settled in between Eris and Aisa with a sort of fond familiarity. Yes. His girls.

Hisss, keep aweyz.  

[Zoobey]

The approval was all she needed, as the Head Priestess nodded, placing one hand into the pyre itself. Instead of burning however, the flames curled around her hand, shifting and changing forms, a mass of black around the center until-

- It formed an flickering portal, frame of the door alive, burning. She beckoned the Heirs inside. "There is quite a bit of work to be done. The most important is the issue involving our clans and our furthered survival. We must reform for ourselves a Lair, something away from the eyes of those in Halloween, who offer us land but then imprison us in their rules." Her tone was resolved. "We will revisit one of our older Lairs and rebuild it, consider it our clan secret. Unfortunately, consulting Trance has also shown me another more dire, and immediate problem."

The flames around the door formed a soft blue, the center area transforming into an image, of students gathered around what seemed like strange tiles, dazed and paralyzed. The corners of the priestess's mouth twitched, slightly. "The least welcome of all outcomes, but it must be dealt with. We cannot let those wretched Hunters take everything, can we? Come with me now then, Protectors. Shall we put a stop to their plans?"

The portal waited for their response.

OOC

- Walking through the portal - Medea's portal works similar to shadow stepping, simply bridging two moments she has encountered through Trance. The effect is almost immediate: Heirs find themselves right HERE.
- As Heirs came in later in the game, THEY ARE UNAFFECTED BY ANY current status effects, but THEY SHOULD READ THE LAST GM POST to react accordingly to what happened. Who cares what happened. PONY STOMP. You can do ANY of these moves below TWICE this turn:
- Yes, you can use your oversized pony forms, but be careful as that potentially means trampling the students as well. Oversized pony forms means you roll 2d6-6, but your damage hits EVERYONE. INCLUDING STUDENTS. You can only do this once before changing back.
- Yes, you can attack the golems, they only have 10 HP. You CAN for the sake of this rp only, target up to 2 other players, IF NOT ENGAGING with the "boss". Please quote any golems you are attacking.
- You can also choose instead to help students break out from the traps. Simply trample the tiles, duh. Each tile (under the trapped student) has 10 HP. By trampling a tile (10 HP, target a student), you break a student free. Make sure to QUOTE whom you are helping. You can trample 3 tiles at once. That means you would be rolling 2d12, each tile would take that amount of HP damage.

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[Zoobey]

Whites bled to crimsons back to colour as Medea practically burst out from the pyre-portal accompanied by the Heirs. She collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, practically radiating hatred and outrage. The High Priestess struggled as she pulled herself up, together, gathering the tattered edges of her cloak together, hands still half-clenched claw-like.

"I hate Hunters." It was a mantra, her arm quivering as she began to work in rigid motions, pulling a dried flowers back into the Trance pyre, thick bark, smoked log, the flames crackling and raising higher now. "I hate Hunters, I hate those Humans, Humans are fodder, those pathetic, low, humans who dare stand up to me-"

- At some point she took a breath, forcing herself back to a calmer state. Her bracelets jingled slightly at the jarring motion. "We still have work to do, my protectors. The battle was inconclusive, but not the war. We move, as promised."

The pyre crackled one last time as another portal appeared within it, this time flickering a orange-white.

OOC

- This happens AFTER the battle underground

 

[revenant aria]

Aisa couldn't tolerate the crimson stain on Medea's white dress, her ragged figure. As Medea spoke, as Medea ranted, to the likes that Aisa had not seen in her time on this world, her hands clasped gently over Medea's injured fingers. Her glove wiped a trace of blood from Medea's cheek, wiping away to reveal the pale pallor of the head priestess.

Medea should never have been in this state. If there was one truth that Aisa believed in, this was the absolute.

"These injuries should not belong to you, Medea. We're your protectors. Use us, as our title fits." Aisa whispered, her eyes not settling on the portal but on the barely composed leader of their clan.

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[demon_pachabel]

Frankly, this was just a disappointing reminder that they hadn't taken the Hunter's island as they should have. No, they were Horsemen.

That island should have belonged to them and only them. If they hadn't been such stubborn cattle, they wouldn't have been having these problems at that time. No, they would have been having the opposite of problems. It would have been as it should have.

However, his momentary reflection on that was interrupted by the Priestess's upset - or rather, the Heir's. She had been a Priestess at one point too, and Aisa would always hold more of his attention than Medea. But it seemed that Medea's anger worked against Aisa like a reverberation and only worked to upset her in turn. Disappointing.

More disappointing.

"More than protection, we are a sword and a shield."  

[Zoobey]

Absently, she waved the assistance aside, standing up on her own accord slowly but surely. "What has happened is already set, a new path opens itself forward for us." Almost as if possessed, she curled next to the pyre and whispered into it, pulling from its center another frame - a doorway, a portal.

A blast of cold air greeted them on the other side, but not much else. With a jingle of her bracelets, and a nod to the others, she stepped through.

OOC

YOU ARE NOW HERE. PLEASE READ THE OOC POST FIRST

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