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  1. Firanis shook her head in unfortunate reply. "Though our villages lay not that far apart, this is still largely unpopulated. Any manufactured shelter or outpost here has long been scavenged to other uses I think, or buried by the previous ages," the magenta-tressed woman admitted with a sigh and some regret as she glanced around quickly. "Any scavenging and tinkering will have to wait for another time, I am thinking. Come, though we are out in the open, we may still have time to find some better place to make camp, to keep our mounts safe and perhaps give us some meager shelter."
  2. Firanis settled her farsight goggles over her eyes, the lenses sharpening her vision over distance, her lovely, mobile features turning down in a thoughtful frown. The disturbing darkness made details indistinct, but there was simply too much of it. She knew roughly how far the town should be and its skyline should not be so... bold at this distance. Fi shook her head, raising her goggles, which pushed vivid magenta hair from her face, then turned to look at her companions over her shoulder. "The Darkening, it has grown larger than last I witnessed it. Still, though it may cost us time and give the dark more time to grow, I think believe our investigation should wait til the full light of day. What say you all?"
  3. Firanis slowly straightened up from her predatory crouch, looking down at the bolt-caster in her hands in surprise. She frowned, noticing her finger on the trigger, tensed and poised to pull it. She took a deep breath and removed her finger from her bolt-caster, then swung it back over her shoulder. "Forgive me, I... I don't know what came over me," Firanis said, her tone puzzled, magenta brows furrowed in thought. "I was for looking for any sign of the silent insects, but did not find any." The tall, slender woman rolled her shoulders than ran her fingers through her vibrant hair. "There was... something, a thrum, a hum, and then the next thing I knew, Gord was calling my name and you all seemed as though you expected to be attacked." She glanced at Nyr and her bared length of blade, at Tessereah and the strange rod in her hands, then back to where she'd been standing in the tall grass. "This may have nothing to do with the thing we are investigating, or it may be a precursor effect, but in any case, I think we should stick to clear areas as much as possible and be aware of any unexpected sounds. That hum, it was... heady." A faint pinkness rose on her pale cheeks, though her violet eyes remained focused and direct.
  4. Fi expressed interest in some day visiting Nyr's village, if the opportunity ever arose, if only to see a place with such history. And in turn, Firanis offered to teach the white-haired warrior what she knew of the Cosmologist movement, having practiced it since she was a child, taught by Camila Boyett herself. Firanis was stretching her exceedingly long legs during their peaksun break when she noted the eerie silence. "It's too quiet," Firanis mentioned to her companions, her voice pitched to just carry over the sound of rustling grass. "There should be the drone of digiflies and chiggs and other insects. It could be they sense the threat of some other dangerous beast in proximity, or..." Firanis glanced around, mainly to the north, looking to see if she could notice more subtle hints of the encroaching Darkening. Then she crept into the tall grass, crouching low as she brushed the grass aside, looking for any insects at all, alive or not alive.
  5. Firanis pursed her lips, considering Tessereah, wondering again where she might be from. She opened her mouth to mention the relic she carried in her pack in regards to her concern about Entropy Zero, then closed it. Help though she might, Firanis didn't know the woman at all and didn't know how she'd react presented with the heart of Entropy Zero. Firanis nodded her thanks for her and Sigil's help, and as well that of the white haired Nas Kyr. Her lips curved into a wry smirk, amused at herself. Once, she had been proud to be a lone wanderer, exploring the mysteries and wonders of the Ninth World on her own. And now, she found herself stumbling into groups and bands almost an inevitable as the wheeling of the stars in the night. "I don't know what we'll find, if there'll be anything your blades can repel Nas Kyr, but I'm as grateful for your company as the others," the leggy young woman declared with grin. After slouching slightly to give Camila a one-armed hug, thanking her for the loan of mounts, she let out a bark of laughter. "Alas, I think Gord will find himself in fell company, the only man in a band of women."
  6. When Camila asked after the people of Rell, Firanis shook her head sadly. "The people, perhaps they -- but no, I couldn't see them, nor if the Blackening had already taken them." Firanis pursed her lips as she regarded the petite, brass-hair woman peering up at her with a cocked head. Her accent was one Firanis wasn't familiar with. "No, it is more like a sharply drawn shadow moving across the land, swiftly enough to be seen."
  7. Firanis gave Sigil a wry grin. "You sound like a Mechanical Man I know --" Whatever she was going to say was left unsaid as she caught sight of Camila, her smile widening. Fi stiffened for a moment, then melted into the embrace, bending slightly and hugging Camila tight. She was much taller than the last time she'd been to Broley - among other changes - but Fi wasn't surprised Camila recognized her on sight. There was the Time-Maker hanging about her neck, that Camila had given to her on her mother's behalf after she'd died. And having been trained by Camila herself in the Dance of the Cosmos since she was a child, Camila could recognize her from how she moved alone. Firanis realized she had missed Camila - like a favoured Aunt or a second mother - more than Broley itself. After a moment, Camila and Firanis stepped apart. Camila arched a brow at her dear friend's daughter as she gave her a bemused once-over. "You haven't been back to Broley in some time, Fi. You've changed so much." A snort of laughter. "Again." There was just a hint of a blush to Firanis' pale cheeks, her smile growing somber and wistful as she glanced at the statue of her mother. Once, she had shared a familial resemblance with the savior of Broley, but she hadn't in a long time, save occasionally in expression. Taking her eyes from the still likeness of her mother, Fi looked around the village, realizing the Revelry of Wonder was almost at hand. She should have known, just by the position of the stars when she gotten into the area. "Yes, well..." Firanis ran her hand through her vivid hair, then shrugged and gestured down at herself. "This is better than the sharp scales I used to have, wouldn't you say? You on the other hand, have barely changed at all." True, there was more grey in Camila's hair, more lines at the corner of her eyes, but she still looked fit and vital. And I look barely older than the day I first left Broley to explore the Ninth World. "I wish I could say I came back to Broley for a long overdue visit, Aunt Ila, but it's not so." Firanis nodded a greeting at the woman beyond Camila's shoulder, tall, if still more than half a head shorter than herself, her gaze lingering for a moment on the remarkable symmetry of the white-hair woman's face and a taut figure displayed in form fitting synth or leather of some kind with unabashed interest. If Camila was comfortable with her presence, there was no need to be circumspect. Fi straightened her shoulders, her expression growing more serious. "I was in the area on another matter and I witnessed something very... troubling. The next village North of here has been... consumed by a withering blackness." Firanis tried to explain what she had seen as concisely and well as she could. "It seems unsparing and uncaring in what it infects and it comes this way, Aunt Ila. I'm going to investigate of course - two others have agreed to accompany me as well. One I have worked with before and this one." She nodded down at Sigil. "But if we cannot find out how to stop it, I believe the people of Broley need to be prepared to get out of its ways, regardless of what they may have to leave behind."
  8. Fi smirked with gratitude as she watched Gord head off to his erstwhile employers. She wasn't sure what use his fists might be against an encroaching cascade of necrotic char, but after traveling Goutro and others subsequent to a largely solo adventuring and exploring career, Firanis was privately grateful for some company. Firanis glanced down at the shorter woman, who was still looking at her strangely. "What of you, Sigil? Will you accompany Large Gord and I, or do you have far more common sense and will remove yourself from the path of this clear and present danger?
  9. Intent on finding Camila, Fi didn't notice Large Gord at first, her improbably long legs carrying her swiftly and gracefully down the street. She was two steps past him and the girl by his side when he called out and her head whipped around, the expression on her exquisite, mobile features going from worried determination to one of surprise. She walked over to the two with enviable grace. Standing close, Sigil realized just how tall the young-looking woman was - Firanis stood as tall or more slightly more than Large Gord himself, though far more slender. With her expanded senses, Sigil could notice hints and remnants of layer upon layer of alterations the vivid-haired woman had experienced, so much so, she could hardly guess what she might have originally looked like. Firanis blew a lock of magenta hair from her face as she glanced back down the street before returning her gaze back to Gord and nodded, her brows furrowed in clear agitation. "Yes, I grew up in Broley and I'm surprised to find you here, Gord. Surprised, but pleased." She flashed him a quick smile - it wasn't forced, but she clearly had more on her mind. "And you as well, Sigil." Firanis returned the shorter girl's appraisal with a frank one of her own. The girl did have remarkable auric eyes. Firanis gave her head a small shake, her grin fading. "I have been well enough, just needed to get out and stretch my legs, as it were, and a supply run was just the thing after the tedium of helping Goutro with his..." Firanis trailed off with a sigh. It wasn't precisely a secret, but the fewer others knew of Goutro's ship and the less about it, the better and less dangerous it was for them. "I hadn't expected to be coming this way, but I - Sorry!" She shrugged a sleek shoulder impatiently. "I would like to speak with you more, Gord, but this is not the more serendipitous of times. You should encourage the caravan you are escorting to quickly pack up and be ready to depart." She grimaced, looking more like a pout on her young, very pretty face. "There is a.... black... ness, something like char without fire heading this way. I mean that in truth. I saw it, visibly encroaching this way after having consumed the next closest settlement. I mean to go speak with a friend of my mother's and mine who should hold some influence, to get preparations for evacuation started before I go to investigate myself to see if this... blackening can be curtailed or diverted." Firanis gave Gord a wry grin, a flash a humour in her lavender eyes despite her worry. "I'd ask if you'd like to help, Gord, but I'm short of shins at the moment and I can't say what manner of salvage there might be to make it worth your while."
  10. A Graceful Jack Who Explores Dark Places Personal Information Name: Firanis Phlux Series: Into The Strange Home Region: Broley, The Beyond Occupation: Explorer and Numenera Hunter Physical Traits Race: Genetically Modified/Mutant Human Gender: Female Age: 25 Apparent Age: 16-17 Height: 6'5'' Weight: 171 lbs Eyes: Vivid Amethyst with a thin inner ring of Gold Hair: Magenta Handedness: Left Appearance: Due to exploring strange and weird ruins in the Beyond and further and being exposed to various substances, radiations and energy, and a variety of numenera, Firanis' appearance has changed many times over the last decade. She has been male, female, mutant and not always human or biological. She has been exposed to Ever Changing Mists, suffered the side-effects of a charlatan's Rejuvenator device, and been affected by two Mystery Boxes (she just can't resist pushing the red button). Firanis' last major transformation happened about half a year ago when she found what she believed was the Fountain of nahiÓge high up in a cave in the Black Raige. Stepping into the circular field of rippling, prismatic light that fell from the ceiling of the rough-hewn chamber, Firanis found her body completely restructured. She lost her bulky, lumbering, spikey-scaled form she had been wearing for almost two years and now wears one much more to her liking. Once more female, she was petite, no more than five feet tall with the svelte, sleekly toned - if still curvaceous - figure of a professional dancer. She has delicate, pointed ears, very fine, sculpted, yet mobile facial features, large, entrancing eyes of glittering amethyst with a thin inner ring of gold, and straight, pearly teeth with slightly pronounced upper and lower canines. She has a smooth and silky ivory complexion and keeps her magenta hair shorn short. She appears to be an extremely beautiful girl-woman in mid-adolescence, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, as though she has worn half a dozen Beauty Mask cyphers. Unknown or visitant writing or numerals marks her left cheek. In fact, other than hair style and colour, the colour of her eyes, and the marking on her check, Firanis later realized she had the exact same appearance as the nine other young women in a tiny village in the foothills of the the Black Raige Mountains, the ones who had given her the lead on finding the Fountain of nahiÓge. Unfortunately, later testing proved she wasn't actually eternally young, nor had her lifespan been extended to any notable degree, the transformation had been superficial only. At least she had a possible means of ridding herself of future harmful or disgusting mutations or physical alterations. About two months ago, Firanis took a defective Growth Serum, causing her to grow more than a foot taller - a very painful process where she grew half an inch an hour for a full day - mostly in the length of her limbs, granting her a set of unusual, fantastically long, shapely, and toned legs she is particularly proud of. Thanks to long training with Camilia and the Cosmicologists and innate ability, Firanis moves with a remarkably fluid and precise grace. She prefers snug clothing and armor for ease of movement, preferably of muted and/or dark colours. Personality: Firanis is insatiably curious and struck by an intense streak of wanderlust. Very interested in numenera, Firanis is very driven to find some means of eternal youth or extending her lifespan indefinitely - without resorting to turning herself into an automaton or disembodied intelligence - so she can explore and experience everything life has to offer. She's also fond of fishing. Vivacious and spritely, always moving, she wears her emotions clearly on her face, making it hard for her to lie, but is quite stubborn and self-reliant, rendering her reluctant to offer or accept help whenever possible. Chafes at any sort of confinement, she is also a Cosmicologist, finding a connection with The Ninth World through flowing movement. Background (A Cobbled Jumble): Firanis was born and raised in the small Aldeia of Broley, in the foothills of the Black Raige and bordered by the Ba-Adenu forest, at the headwaters of the Welbyway. Her mother, Holeona Phlux, was the local Aeon Priest and a powerful Nano, who developed living Greenwood, which most of buildings in Broley were made of. Firanis never knew who her father was, though many rumours surrounded his identity, from being a mysterious traveler from a prior Age, to actually being another woman, to Firanis not actually having a father at all and was fashioned by Holeona herself. When Firanis was old enough to ask about her father, Holeona always sidestepped the question with an enigmatic twist of her lips. Holeona tried to train her child to follow her steps as an Aeon Priest and Nano, but though she had a deep interest in the Numenera, Firanis was never quite able to learn the Scan esotery, despite how much she wanted to learn it, to be able to see more of the world than what most could. Further, she chafed at the pure academic study, always wanting to move and learn about the world and numenera through exploration. Recognizing her child's interests and predilections, Holeona prevailed upon her good friend Camila Beyett to teach and train Firanis the physical arts of the Cosmicologists. Firanis found much of the philosophy to her liking. Firanis spent most of her youth helping her mother with the numenera, climbing the hills and trees surrounding her village, testing the bounds of how far she could explore on her own, dancing and seeking unity with the self and the world around her with Camila and the Cosmicologists, and fishing in the Welbyway. If her childhood wasn't exactly ideal - little was certain in the Ninth World and even less so in the Beyond - it was for the most part pleasant and enjoyable. Her youth ended when she was fourteen, with news the Dark Fathom Entropy Zero was rampaging South along the Black Raige Mountains and was heading straight for Broley. Many wanted to abandon the village, but most didn't want to lose all they had built in the Beyond. Holeona herself went to confront the Dark Fathom, at first to make a deal to ask it to go elsewhere, but when it proved unwilling, she challenged it directly. About a third of the village was destroyed and Holeona lost her life, but the threat of Entropy Zero was ended, permanently, for Broley and the rest of the Ninth World. Firanis grieved the lost of her mother and took much comfort in Camila's obvious caring, but with her major tie to Broley ended, the rest of the Ninth World beckoned. Firanis helped rebuild, but less than a year later, she was on the road, traveling with a caravan through the Garl Nave pass through the Black Raige. A decade later, Firanis is still thrilled with discovering the Weird, the Wonders, and even the Horrors of the Ninth World. There is so much to see and experience, a hundred lifetimes to merely scratch the surface. Well aware of that, Firanis is driven to find some means of eternal youth, so she has the time to explore and experience all the Ninth World (and beyond) has to offer. With her Cosmicologist leanings, Firanis would prefer some means that wouldn't require her to become an disembodied intelligence or automaton, as flesh and blood and flowing movement are a big part of experiencing life for her and finding a sense of Unity with the world at large. Most of Firanis explorations have taken her up and down the Black Raige Mountains and the neighboring areas, mostly on the Beyond side, though she has made forays into the Pytharon Empire and Navarene. In the Beyond, she has traveled from Seshar in the South to the Caecilian Jungle in the North. She has visited the Beanstalk and dreams of ascending it, and would love to study at the universities of Hayrest or find the way into the University of Doors, as well as someday travel beyond the Clock of Kala to see what she could learn about numenera and extended life with the Augurs, but she hasn't gone that way yet. She returns to Broley at sporadic intervals, often having to reintroduce herself to Camila since through luck - good or bad - her appearance has often changed, sometimes drastically, but rarely stays for longer than a week. There is just too much to see, more numenera to be found and tinkered with. Though self-reliant almost to a fault and relatively solitary, Firanis can rarely pass a community in need, if she thinks she can do something to help them that isn't clearly suicidal, thanks to the example set by her mother. Connections Camila Beyett - Cosmicologist leader and mother's friend, gave Firanis her mother's artifact, the Time-Maker. Character Sheet XP Log
  11. It seemed home truly was where your friends were, but with danger encroaching upon the place she had grown up, Firanis couldn't just leave Broley to fend for itself, not when she could at least give them warning of what approached. Besides, there were still a few she cared for there, if not family, even if they wouldn't be able to recognize her on sight anymore. She had changed a lot, physically, while exploring the Ninth World, but had never really felt different. But with meeting Goutro - and Cyrinx, to an extent - the way she saw the world had shifted, or expanded. She still felt all the wonder the ever had, but there was a new, or deeper, appreciation for it, after having spoken with one who had witnessed it for himself. Firanis returned the scope to her pack and tightened the various weapons strapped to her so they wouldn't rattle and shift. Then she began to run, her extraordinarily long legs eating drit and dirt, her pace swift, jumping and climbing as necessary to make down the ridge and hills. It had been some time since she'd last been here, but with every step, Firanis felt the familiarity returning. She had played and explored all around the village of of Broley as a child and adolescent. But it was almost a stranger's familiarity. She knew this place, but was seeing it with new eyes. Well, to be fair, her eyes were one of her many changes since being here last, but it was the vantage from which she saw things then the eyes themselves that made things seem different. She was much taller than she had been last time she'd come home. Firanis slowed to a jog as she wove between the trees, breath deep but steady, a wistful smile crossing her youthful features as she heard the crystalline trill of quartzkaws in the boughs. She could just make out Broley in the distance, the distinct shape of rounded domes of buildings made of greenwood coming into view. Living wood grown over inflated bubbles, a material and method developed by her mother. She carried a buckler of the same material. Coming to the edge of the village, she ran a hand through magenta hair darkened by sweat. She wasn't sure who held ultimate authority in the village anymore - she wasn't even sure who it had been last time she was here - but Firanis presumed Camila Beyett still held influence. Camila had been a close friend of her mother's, a leader of the Cosmicologists, a philosophy that Firanis followed. Firanis' hand went to the miniature time piece she wore about her neck. And Camila would recognize the Time-Maker, and in so doing, would know Firanis for who she was. If she couldn't find a means of arresting or diverting the creeping Blackening, she hoped she could at least give the people of Broley the time to evacuate. The call would be more persuasive coming from Camila than from someone who was a veritable stranger to the village. Her chest tightened, surprised to feel a pang of hurt at the admission.
  12. "I ain't a hero," Fi muttered back just as softly to BB, barely moving her lips. "And don't get more wrong, I love wandering in the Rambler. But you know he's right, 'bout the CS and the Feds. I might have to watch out for people watching for me up North and wanting a word or three, but do you want to have to watch out for CS boot heels and Fed fireballs and demons everywhere we go?" Fi shook her head, Watts clinging to her magenta tresses to maintain his perch. "I generally have a live and let live attitude," Fi said after Eugene finished his proposal and Dawn added her comments. "And while I prefer machines to magic," she shot Tamika a look before the techno-wizard could claim their were the same thing - or at least, not mutually exclusive, "I don't have anything against wizards specifically. Just not my thing. I just like making things, fixing things. And I won't disagree the sitch in North America needs some fixing. But that's big picture stuff, and I'm kinda small." She smirked self-deprecatingly. "Some support wouldn't go amiss, I'd admit. But I like moving around. Don't mean I ain't interested. I'd just like to here more before signing anything official-like. Maybe work something out like consultants or contractors, eh?"
  13. "Yeah, well, it's what we know," Firanis added, giving the over-muscled Juicer a cautious glance. Juicers put her on edge - they always seemed on the verge of exploding. "I found him skirting through Tolkeen after... y'know. Patched him up, and like BB said, he's stuck around." She smirked, half exasperated, half fond. "Probably for the beer more than anything else." Fi's main attention remained on the Glitterboy however. She couldn't help but be intrigued by the pre-Cataclysm technology, still in top working order despite the centuries. "Call me Fi. I'm an Engineer, Mechanic, and general Operator from Ishpeming. Northern Gun? But I've traveled around North America a fair bit, fixing things here and there to make my way." And doing a few other things, but probably best not to mention who else I've worked for at the moment. Watts scampered from the Red Rambler and scurried up to perch on Fi's armored shoulder, who shifted and steadied herself under the adorable, red racoon-ish animal. Watts chittered and chirped excitedly and Fi scritched him under the chin. "This bugger is Watts." Firanis arched a coy, curious brow. "Tomorrow Legion, hmm? I've been around North America, the Federation of Magic not so much." Not ever, really. "But I ain't heard of you lot before. Where do you guys call home?"
  14. At the sight of the SAMAS squadron, Fi had immediately begun edging towards the Red Rambler, booting up the engine and weapon system via commands through her pipboy. Which wasn't to say her eyes didn't linger on the flying power armor. Every mechanic and engineer she knew was terribly interested in the tech of the new Coalition army that had been rolled out just before the war on Tolkeen. They must have a cache of pre-Cataclysm schematics or something... Her piqued interest heightened into almost gushing desire at the tremendous BOOOOM over head and she zoomed in her vision on the chrome-plated figure began approaching with several others in tow. Now there was pre-Cataclysm tech she'd always wanted to get her hands on. But Glitter Boy Jockeys were also so touchy about others poking at their fantastic toy. She was sure once she got her hands on one, she could put it back together... after a few shots at taking it apart... Probably. She glanced at the Glitter Boy's companions doubtfully - they were a varied lot, but all in all, they seemed less inclined to indiscriminate slaughter. Her eyes returned to the Glitter Boy, or rather on his armor. The chrome-plating had a retro style, though it was less effective with modern day variable-frequency lasers. "So I take it, you guys are the Tomorrow Legion who sent out that message earlier?" Fi asked, nodding at the Glitter Boy, Dog Boy, Juicer, Ley Line Walker, and D-Bee with her pointed chin, then jerking a thumb at the asshole wearing the 'Grinning Demon'. Rank and Insignia or no Rank and Insignia, they seemed CS to her. "Not them? Thanks to y'all for help with the mop-up, but I think Prince's Landing has it in hand now. Unless either of you have a spare hip-actuator you're willing to part with?"
  15. Fi hefted the pair of mini-missiles in her hands, nodding in satisfaction. "These'll do, these'll do just fine." A quick check to make sure they were still viable, then Fi was rigging the mini-missiles with a timer and packing them into crack in the wall, chinking them in with some detritus to focus the blast. "That should do it, guys. It should split the Queen like a wishbone and crack this hive like an egg. Mop up the remaining warriors and drones afterwards and then we can waltz in and pick up what's left." The explosion would definitely rile up the hive, but the Psi-Stalker had proven herself a crack shot and Fi wasn't a slouch either with the laser-rifle she had cobbled together herself. With the others, they should be able to make their way out of the hive fragment before the boom. She hefted her large rifle in her arms and nodded back they way they had come. "Oh, we should probably get moving. I set the timer for 3 minutes."
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