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With Tetrad's appearance, some of the healing pressure was off Apollo. It was good to know that the thralls couldn't be murdered laissez faire. His reckless disregard for life would have to be withheld for a while. Tetrad greeted him, he did the same. He could at least be a touch amiable when on the job.

"More or less," he responded with a dangerous amount of ambiguity for a healer to have.

Still, the group pressed on forwards through a wine cellar. As tempted as he was to do so, he wouldn't punch a hole in one of the barrels for a taste test. He couldn't drink on the job. Well, he could. He was his own boss. He wouldn't drink on the job without reason.

When they approached the regal woman and her copyright-avoiding butler-bot, Apollo couldn't help but be disgruntled. Every time. Enclosed space? Fire. He really should have kept that fire extinguisher from before. Though, it would have went the way of the golden handcannon.

With a slap on his ass, Apollo was now marked by the maiden's magic. It certainly was a way to keep one of them safe. He took a brief moment to look at it. Was it worth removing? Probably not. He was fine with a snowflake on his ass. However, he did aim his ass as the maiden. With a brief flex, the marked cheek bounced in confirmation.

Klava's plan didn't really include him or the other healer to have specific roles. It wasn't supposed to. They just had to run to the end with the group. His job was just to clean things up, should the necessity arise.

There wasn't much for him to add. He just got ready to sprint and help others should the necessity arise.

Though, he could also run distraction. God knew he could with all of the movement his ass and pecs could generate.


24 | Male | Freelancer | Bastard
Restraining Order | Spear | Physical | Unenforceable
Second Skin | Regrowth
God Complex | Light | Give Him Thanks
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)

DAMAGE: E | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 750
Lv. 128
HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30
STR – 1038 | AGI – 237 | END – 254 | DEX – 117 | LUC – 70
Inspect


Supply chains were an important part of war. At least, that's what Mags thought. Read in an internet comment on some site, rather. She wasn't exactly a strategic mastermind or logistician. What she did have, however, was a stupid ape amount of strength condensed into a miniscule body. Plus, she had a lot of crowd control. Where Raime had poison applied to the group's weapons, Mags had a protein shake for herself.

Her own strategy was simple enough. Find and intercept a group for the rest of the party. Once she found them, she would flex her brain then go for a sanguine burst that would knock everything around her prone and smash the face of whoever looked like a healer. Or, at the very least, whoever looked like they could be one shot. Mags' brutal strength alongside her humanoid damage increases would allow her to brutalize someone quickly and efficiently. Unfortunately, that brutal strength increase also meant that she was at risk if they weren't knocked prone.


By some miracle, Apollo didn't arrive in style like he usually did. After all, he still had to make up for his previous binge. It took effort to keep his ordinary self in style. In a pair of joggers, running shoes, and a tight shirt that seemed to accentuate every one of his abs, he ran the entire way. Or, at the very least, ran from the nearest parking lot.

He already worked with most of his allies on this mission. Though, the appearance of a small and puntable child was new. Still, having the Protector to block for him and the Maiden to run interference made the idea of fighting vampires a little better. He didn't exactly know if his light aspected melodies would be important to deal with vampires. There was always a line between fiction and reality, after all. He could guess that a stake in the heart would be a weakness, but that was a weakness of most living things.

Well, those thoughts were useless. He gave a confident but simple greeting back to the protector. A hey and a quick hand wave. In any case, the plan was simple. Break in, start shit, don't die. Pretty simple and easy to do.

With mantrap in hand, skin over his face, and joggers to hide the mystery of what that skin covering did to his bits, he was ready to fight.

"Lead the way. I'll try to keep you guys alive."
Lv. 128
HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30
STR – 1038 | AGI – 237 | END – 254 | DEX – 117 | LUC – 70
Inspect


With their path decided by the one person who decided to suggest something (as many paths are decided), the gang went to join up with the Mora-Sho.

Mags wasn't exactly a Rise Deadman type like Amulak nor was she a logistics icon like Ames. Her value to the Mora-Sho would lie almost exactly with her stats. She could probably punch holes through people at this point. It would make her a good soldier. Plus, if she died, her dead body could probably be used to punch more holes. Though, she'd prefer not to die during this event. She wanted loot, after all.

With the rest of the gang approaching the familiar talis-man, Mags had no reason to converse. 3 of them were already talking to him. Would be a bit weird to mindflood him with her asking the exact same thing. She just took the position of the group's muscle. She looked menacing. Well, as menacing as a woman without pants unable to reach 5' could be. She was just emitting negative waves for the man to collect.

She could have brought up the man saying see you never to them, but he'd probably not remember and she'd just look like a massive loser for bringing it up.
Apollo Greit x Copious Amounts of Alcohol


Well, it seemed like everything went alright for Apollo. He mostly dealt with Sofron (though in actuality, Klava did most of the work). He got a neat gun out of the scrap which was now firmly held by his waistband. And hey, he ended up coming out fine. In fact, he was probably the least injured out of all of the freelancers. Go figure. Using what remained of his mana, he healed those who in the area. It was menial work, but hey, brownie points. In fact, 90% of the reason why he was so highly rated despite his cocksure self was because of this. It let him get away with a lot of things.

He gave a shrug when Klava healed herself by means of transformation. It was like that sometimes. Less work for him. Though, he did manage to miss the Protector entering a woman's washroom and the much shorter Aria coming out. He was pretty much out the door by the time she offered a meal. In fact, Apollo didn't even notice her offer. If he did? He probably would have went. After all, he couldn't refuse an offer that would result him being flanked by two ladies.

With the roar of 6 cylinders, Apollo was already gone from the scene. The only thing left in his wake was the skid marks of his tires at both where he parked and his first turn. Seriously, he was going way too fast. At least the streets were dead for that moment.

The rest of Apollo's day was wild. It was like the man's heart would shrivel up and die if his heart rate dropped below 120. Though, he was in peak physical condition even without the esper boost. His heartrate rarely cracked 80. Immediately, he was at the gym after a mission. Sure, it was essentially useless in his esper form. Maybe he'd be a fraction stronger than other espers. However, Apollo still cared about his human form. If he didn't look his absolute best, then what was the point of anything.

As the sky began to darken, Apollo left the gym and cleaned himself up. He wasn't going to waste the night. He was going to get drunk and go clubbing. The loud music and loose sense of society let him feel at home. One drink turned into two. Two turned into more than he could count. The night seemed to turn into a blur.

And then he woke up. With the morning sun barely shining through the blinds, Apollo woke up. Even if he was drunk and hungover, time spent sleeping could be time spent grinding.

This wasn't his apartment. "Shit." He whispered to himself. He looked at his side. There wasn't anyone there, but the signs of another person could still be noticed. Thus, he did what any reasonable person in his position would do. He put on his clothes, grabbed his shit, and left via the fire escape. That was probably a lease violation. Whatever, not his apartment, not his problem. What was his problem was what he could find in that room.

Where was the gun? The big ol' golden blaster? He had his phone, clothes and the rest of his shit on the ground nearby. But the gun? That was lost at some point during the night. Well, out of sight, out of mind. It was no longer his problem. It wasn't like it was his gun to begin with.

And back on the grind he went. He had more weights to lift until he decided to do his next job as a freelancer.


Well. He probably should have went for the kill shot earlier. Well, despite that, the maiden seemed to safely scampered off somewhere else. She was burnt to hell, but she was probably fine.

No time to cast a melody. Apollo was already being beset by the man.

With a quickly advancing man wreathed in flames, Apollo pulled a quick one on him. A quick whistle and wink as if to goad him in to a singular noise. The wink was a little unnecessary. It wasn't like Sofron could see it if he wasn't blind. Of course, Apollo ran away once again. However, he gave a little gift to the blind Sofron. Thrown like a shot put, the pressurized container came for the servant. Sure, an extinguisher could probably survive a little heat. However, the heat of an esper? Who would know? Not Apollo. He was already dashing towards another window with a rappelling line.

He was a healer, not really a fighter like the others. If he had a gun in his hands? Yea, probably would be a good time to shoot. A blind man running straight at him? Sounded like a fairly easy shot to make.

And out another window Apollo went. Really, they probably should have barred all these windows. That's probably why they lost so easily to a gang.

This time he just leapt to an adjacent wire. No Tarzan swing on this go around. He didn't randomly choose a window this time. Besides the hole glass breaking, he was rather sneaky trying to find a better way in. Preferably, one with a gun nearby.


24 | Male | Freelancer | Bastard
Restraining Order | Spear | Physical | Unenforceable
Second Skin | Regrowth
God Complex | Light | Give Him Thanks
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)

DAMAGE: E | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 462
Lv. 128
HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30
STR – 1038 | AGI – 237 | END – 254 | DEX – 117 | LUC – 70
Inspect


Despite being dead while the others farmed, Mags managed to be the highest level out of all of the goobers. As if as a cruel joke for her sacrifices, she gained a rare item that allowed her to die. In addition to this, she moved with a newfound sense of grace and dexterity. Of course, this wasn't because of her increase to AGI and DEX. An odd side-effect of having the strength of over a hundred men lead to Mags feeling like a metaphorical giant in an ant's world. She actually had to put in effort to not rip a door off its hinges or chip the ground with a stubbed toe. Thus, every step had to be deliberate. Otherwise, the property damage would have slain her meager savings.

If Ames appeared in the plaza as a princely warrior of summer flame, Mags was the seedy daughter of a crime lord. She was the type of ojou-sama that responded with a concrete bath instead of ohohos. Every ounce of her being radiated strength. Her confidence was astounding, considering that half of her outfit was the nevernude option. She had so much strength that even her chest could barely be bound by something as mere as cloth.

Though, that was actually the result of her items instead.

"Hello and goodbye, nerd." She said to the new arrival and departure of their ragtag group. "Good luck with fighting... people who wear badges?" She didn't recognize the symbol at all. Though, that was mostly because she spent the last IRL days doing nothing murder beasts and monsters. If the ecosystem was close to real life, she would have probably been a one woman extinction event.

"Any of you guys pick what side you're going to do? I'll probably just end up following one of you because I don't care who I end up punching at this point." She said, speaking like a true brute. She didn't really have too good clue of the political situation, either. After all, she was the type of person to skip every cutscene just to reach the fights a little faster.


Well. He put down the homicidal urge to try to land a [Silver Spawn][Powerful][Trap][Damage X] under the pinned Sofron. He was a healer first and foremost. He was meant to save lives. You know, ignoring the fact that he probably just killed a man by snapping his neck and tossing him out a window. Also shooting people from earlier. Eh, he took lives with one hand and saved them with the other. Well, his hands did both but that didn't sound as good.

His reflect wouldn't really do much except buy a second. Not really worth it, if Klava was just resolved to eat getting burnt. He'd heal her afterwards.

Though, the relative safety of his position was pretty nice. Out of the danger zone and out of the brunt of the tear gas. Nobody but him and a broken window.

He should probably get ready, though. He couldn't really waste any more of his mana on random things. After all, healing took a lot out of him.

So of course, he went with the old tried and true method of sneaking about outside of Sofron's melody before reaching a break-glass-in-case-of-emergency. With a swift punch, the glass broke and he grabbed the fire extinguisher. Maybe it'd be useful. Maybe not.


24 | Male | Freelancer | Bastard
Restraining Order | Spear | Physical | Unenforceable
Second Skin | Regrowth
God Complex | Light | Give Him Thanks
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)

DAMAGE: E | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 462


"On your own this time." He yelled to the Protector. He wasn't going to be shocked again. That shit sucked. So long as that armoured person wasn't also an esper, it would probably be fine to let the spear user take care of it on their own. She was definitely after him. Maybe that'd give the protector a free cheap shot if they were so distracted with him.

With his skin roasting, Apollo certainly made a choice. As an esper, he was certainly fast enough to dash through the hot zone. It didn't seem too large of an area. Plus, it wasn't like there was some large magical impediment like they had all been doing. With his own body becoming covered by a saintly glow, he sprinted down the hall. However, he only had done so for a brief period of time. He made a quick turn as he suddenly aimed for a window instead. With a great crash, he leapt out. This window wasn't chosen at random, of course. No, he was originally going to run straight at the fire man. A little wire caught his eye, however. Once through the window, he grabbed the wire with his open hand. He swung like a fictional character with a great kick off the wall. Then, as he approached a window closer and adjacent to the servant, he crashed through that window like a bat out of hell.

Sure, his body was covered in cuts, scratches, and a little bit of blood from that escapade. He'd recover, though. With the masked man shooting one of the mooks, the esper being assailed by the boss grindset bitch, and the protector hopefully dealing with Cattle McProd, Apollo ran at the final mook with his man catcher extended. This would probably stop a get down Mr. President moment. With the full force of his sprint, he collided the catch with the man's neck and refused to stop. The only thing that would stop this charge was the wall.


24 | Male | Freelancer | Bastard
Restraining Order | Spear | Physical | Unenforceable
Second Skin | Regrowth
God Complex | Light | Give Him Thanks
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)

DAMAGE: E | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Give Him Thanks] - +16
[Silver Self][Reflect] -48

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 462

Well there wasn't really much for him to do, honestly. Most of his abilities as an esper came from either healing or supporting his allies against the chaotic menace. He still had a gun, though.

With his shield running forward, Apollo had no choice but to follow. He ran forwards, pistol in hand and avoiding bullets. With his head low trying to avoid random gunfire, he noticed the dripping blood from his shield. If it were their face or arms, he wouldn't really care. However, those were the legs that let his protector move around. If they couldn't move, they couldn't move to protect him. With a glowing hand, he slapped the protector's ass in a locker room act. A glowing feeling washed over the two of them, the protector's slight wounds being washed away to little more than a stain.

Then, he began to unload the pistol at the gunmen that weren't within the radius of her pull.

Wait, why was there a waiter? This was a precinct ambush. Nevermind that.

He dropped the pistol once the magazine emptied and went to pick up another gun from the shoddy pile to continue his not-aimed-at-allies assault.


24 | Male | Freelancer | Bastard
Restraining Order | Spear | Physical | Unenforceable
Second Skin | Regrowth
God Complex | Light | Give Him Thanks
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)

DAMAGE: E | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750
[Bronze Touch][AoE][Heal] -160
PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 494
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