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The barrel of a gun was a terrifying thing to be staring down, especially when it was point at you. ... The first time, anyway. The fourth or fifth time it just didn't have the same mortal reminder to it. "What large gravity you have there, miss!" Jester hoped to put out the fire on this...

With Chad was Jester indeed, if only thanks to one drop of blood she gave a horse once. That was a long story though, and the only upside resulting from it was that she didn't have to put up with the humidity trapped across the lows of Isulus. At least it looked like the kind of place that would...

At the end of her resurrection, Cepheid's body existed once more, and her eyes began to glow a bright yellow now with added sparks of bright, neon blue here and there. They looked down to take note of her new form, happy she didn't need that gaudy disguise to be revived as well. She could find...

160 Event Horizon HP: 95/160 Zone: Jester in 1, Event Horizon in 10 SUPER VULNERABLE | Protected Immortal It was never ending. Just like when she took her first life. The blood that was spilled, that was just war on a minor scale. She wrote herself as the winner time and time again. Lorelei...

"The Handler's reign will soon enough cease. For now, may these sisters rest in peace."

160 Event Horizon HP: 105/160 Zone: 9 Vulnerable | Protected It was finally time to make rounds around to the last of the trio she had yet to scuffle with: Hard Plume. One final egg to crack, and she almost felt bad about it. Almost. After all, Cepheid had been carrying out the orders of the...

160 Event Horizon HP: 140/160 Zone: 5 Vulnerable | Protected There was no part of this mission that wasn't within the realm of Cepheid's element, and even Event Horizon probably felt at home fighting side-by-side with her. Standing defiant in the face of her takers. Her eternal jailors...

160 Zone: 10 Vulnerable | Protected Surfing the horse through the Dragontail, Jester's thoughts momentarily gave the battle a moment of respite as she wondered how different things would be if she hadn't botched that spell. She still had to find Haito and make sure he was okay. Not just in...

160 Zone: 5 Vulnerable | Protected A synthetic laugh escaped the arguably still a woman beneath the robes and tatters as the scenario came together as it did. Jester used to love westerns, and she used to love sci-fi. This was a pretty radical combination of the two. As the other operators...

160 Zone: N/A Vulnerable | Protected "Cepheid the Photoprophet, but just Cepheid is fine." Jester wasn't necessarily upset about having to put on what was essentially a personality costume against her will, but not being able to tell anyone about it was pretty awful. That sort of squirming...

There was so much she wanted to defy in Accelerator's words, but she really couldn't in the situation she was in. She politely waited until he was done to do more unraveling, at which point she addressed Schilva's question. "Cepheid, the Photoprophet," she clasped her gloved hands together, "and...

If not now, then when? Before anybody that had been on Team Ego could step up, the firm, metallic steps of a robed magician--whose features were all obscured by robe, mask, and other rags of cloth--stepped forth. She had to keep herself obfuscated from the others, despite her now literally...

Given that Jester had been at the northmost point of the very ship behind the Dragonfall incident, it made a lot of sense that it would take a long time to get back home. Even with as fast as she and her traveling companion had been, she knew a little too well how detrimental it would be if...

The robot stood from its lax position to a battle readied stance once again as Zelrius neared, yet she didn't feel the need to strike out. Not when the man was walking towards her without drawing his sword. There was already no fear in her programming, and now there was also no cause for alarm...

As Zelrius ran from the forge at full throttle, the scraping of metal and angry whirring spoke worlds of the damage he had dealt to it even in his initial blow, and more yet as his searing blade laid ruin to each of the moving parts unfortunate enough to cross its path in autonomy. As though...

Jester could only grin more as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be whisked away in the face of her own hubris. As she saved someone's life as a result, she could only wonder if this was her one and only opportunity to separate herself from her past life. She could have played things...

160 -40 HP Energy Cannon (-20 for Jester, taking -20 in place of the scout) It was strange. As she listened to the amusing and energetic tellings of the scout, she felt a familiar chill swarm over her skin from head to toe. That lion from before, right. This was the warning that came to those...

160 Marked: You have been seen (???) but also +81 HP from the nom-athon Jester for her part helped with clean up and recovery as the group's rest had come to and end and it was time to press onward, and press onward they did! The elf felt great! Wonderful, even! She was ready to be of...

160 Marked: You have been seen (???) Before contributing the thermos of stew she had been so thoughtfully offered by her former teammate, she made sure to find something to touch just in case she had a little more static to discharge. Thankfully she did not, and so began the magicless...

160 Marked: You have been seen (???) Soon after she had made like a bolt of lightning and struck all the way through the creature, she paused in place as she felt the newly familiar sensation of getting struck by lightning despite having discharged against the monster. She turned to keep an...