The Purge: Serge Dracus

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The cool breeze from the ocean battered against Zork's skin as his cape fluttered int he wind heroically.  He stood at the shore-line out towards the ocean to witness the battleship out in the ocean just a mile out.  The vessel seemed so close yet so far away.  A little grimace came across Zork's lips before turning his head towards his pet frog, Celine.  

Contrary to her title given by Zork, Celine isn't actually a frog.  Celine is actually a 14 year old human girl wearing armor and a long spear.  Why Zork calls her a frog is completely beyond comprehension.  "It looks like the battle ship has it's guns pointed towards the town, Mr. Z," Celine stated as-a-matter-of-factly.  Zork simply turned his eyes towards the ship once again.  Zork moved his right hand up to his chin and rubbed it in deep thought.

"Astute observation, froggy, Ribbit!" he said in reference to Celine.  "What do you think that means, Ribbit?" he asked Celine.  While he was pretty good at fighting, he wasn't very well versed in these kind of long-term tactics or hostage situations.  

"I think it means that he may be using the town behind us as a bargaining chip.  Why he hasn't just chugged along away from the town is beyond me, Mr. Z.  And I'm -not- a frog.  I'm a human," Celine stated.

"Silence, froggy.  Ribbit!" Zork simply responded as if it was a reflexive reaction.  A sigh was given by Celine before she removed her helmet, letting her long blonde locks fall out of the metal casing.  

"Anything you say, Mr. Z," she said in a defeated manner.  She slouched her shoulder.  

"Well, it looks like I have to wait for the rest of the party to show up, RIBBIT!  We need to come up with a plan, RIBBIT!" Zork said as he looked out at the water.  "I could swim undetected and," he said before trailing off to something inaudible, only for his final word to be 'Ribbit'.

Hopefully nothing too bad in here.

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And then it happened.  Zork stared off heroically over the water to see someone appearing to be a mage just making their way towards the ship.  "Not sure if that is a rogue agent or an idiot," Zork said with a ribbit to follow his words.  "Who knows, Mr. Z," Celine said in response to Zork's obviously rhetorical question.  Celine, however, learned that even if Zork had asked a rhetorical question, that he still expected an answer.  A nudge was given to Zork's side as if to garner his attention as the frog turned around to see another person wearing a visor and some strange armor.  This caused Zork to tilt is head a bit.

"You're a fly?" Zork asked, his mouth salivating from the thought of this woman being a massive fly.  But alas, his dreams were dashed as he didn't notice any wings upon the woman's back.  A shame, really.  "Well, Lydia Sour," which was how Zork interpretted the name.  What a strange name it is, Zork thought.  There was a pleasant or rather, awkward exchange between the two.  She was accompanied with a woman of very few words named Snowflake.  Zork turned to look at her with love in his eyes.  

Noticing his attraction to the new pale woman that appeared, Celine cleared her throat to snap Zork out of his strange and entranced look of lust and longing for this woman.  "Mr. Z, please focus," Celine mentioned before Zork shook his head, shaking himself back to his normal composure.  "Oh, yes, my apologies, Ribbit!" Zork stated with a nod.  He was then handed some strange lacrima, which Zork held in his hand and looked at it in the light as if it was some kind of precious jewel.  

"So, how do you use this?" Zork asked, not too familiar with lacrimas in the first place.  A sigh was given by Celine.  "You activate it with magic and speak into it, Mr. Z.  It's a communication lacrima," Celine simply replied.

Zork continued to examine the lacrima a bit more and shrugged his shoulders, placing the jewel into his pouch for safe-keeping.  The bossy fly began to state her plan, which was a rather sound plan.  Destroy the weapons on-board before they can fire it.  That was a sound plan, but it wasn't something that interested Zork in the slightest.  Zork had other plans.  Zork raised a finger up as if to speak only for the white-haired goddess to take off in her own direction, causing Zork to stare dreamily at her as she disappeared.  He turned and turned and turned, following her before he turned far enough to see Celine's chestplate.  "Mr. Z, focus, please!" Celine said in an elevated and annoyed voice.  

Clearing his throat, Zork turned and looked back towards Lydia.  "Well, since I can swim, Ribbit!  I think I'll disable it's spinning thing underneath that makes it go forward," Zork said just before another instinctual RIBBIT could be heard.  "And since my frog here," he said directing his attention towards Celine, "isn't that strong of a swimmer, she will stay behind and provide cover for you."  And then another loud ribbit came from Zork.  

"So, I'll be right back, Fly Lady," Zork said in reference to Lydia's appearance.  He took a step back and without realizing it, tripped and fell into the water, only to splash around a bit.  After he regained his composure, he balanced himself out and looked at Lydia and Celine.  "You all saw nothing, Ribbit!" before submerging himself underwater.  

While underwater, Zork pulled out the lacrima and began to talk into it.  "Hello, hello?" Zork said just before a loud and bubbly ribbit could be heard on the other side.  "Can anyone here me?  Can the frog hear me?" Zork asked.  Everything he said had a bubbly and a rushed sound to it due to his location underwater.  He continued to punch through the water in quick speed, making his way to the massive ship that they had to take down.  With a couple swipes of his weapon, this should be easy.  But things are NEVER that easy, are they?

Late and terrible I apologize!

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On land..
Celine simply sighed outwards when Lydia refered to her as a frog to Zork.  "Could you just call me a person when not around Mr. Z?" Celine simply asked before briskly following behind Lydia.  But she came full-stop when confronted with a place that required more agility than simply walking around.  Celine wasn't very agile when it came to extreme terrain following.  She came to an impasse where she didn't know whether she could make a jump or not.  "Oh man, oh man.  I should have done more plyometrics," she simply stated.  She had the best instructor for plyometric work-outs by having Zork, a guy that can actually jump tall heights due to his powerful legs, but due to having only carrying all of his stuff here and there, she hadn't been able to do THAT kind of strengthening of her legs.  If she was compared to an animal, she would be more like a Clydesdale instead of a Fresian.  

Clearing her throat, Celine removed her spear and cut a hole into space-time with it, creating a small portal. This would be her safety net; in case she ended up plummeting to an uncertain doom.  With her spear in hand, she looked at the hole she had to jump over.  "Oh boy, why did I do this?" she said before taking a few steps back.  She ran up to the edge and jumped.  And she came up short, causing her to quickly fall only to appear out of the portal she just created.  "Come on!" she said before trying it again, only to appear back out of the portal she just started out.  She attempted once more only to jump over the chasm and magically made it on the other side, on her own two feet.  A look of disbelief washed over her as she cleared her throat and shrugged her shoulders.  

"Well then," she said before she continued to follow Lydia.  And then the question everyone might be wondering finally came up with Celine giving a sigh.  She put away her spear.  "Well, Mr. Z thinks I'm a frog because the first time I met him, I pointed at him and said 'ribbit'.  I didn't realize he spoke the common tongue.  So from then on, he started calling me Frog," she said with a whiny groan.  "He probably called you fly because your, uh," she said pointing towards her visor.  

Her reply might have went on deaf ears as she seemed too focused on the sky.  And yes, Celine was asked to go on patrol, especially after she painstakingly parkoured her way up to where she was now.  A little whining noise came from her before she simply replied with, "Aye," before scurrying off back towards the chasm from earlier.  She knows, for a fact, that she can't jump this.  So her only alternative now is to..  And she popped out of the original portal she had.  Another whiney sound could be heard from her as she scurried back to the ground before beginning her patrol.  She had to act casual and not give away her position.  Yay for bad acting.  

"Focus, Celine.  Channel your inner Johnny Young Bosch.  Actually, don't, because that means you have no range.  Oh, man - oh, man," she said to herself as she continued to walk around, pretending to be a ditzy little blonde girl wearing armor and a spear.  Yes, doesn't stick out at all.

In the water...
Zork continued to cut through the water like a torpedo.  Oh, did he enjoy being in the water.  It felt cool and liberating.  Nothing, however, compared to the swamp he lived in before those Infinity Hydra people took over his swamp-land. But that's another story for another time.  A reply came in stating that cutting the propellers too early may cause them to pre-maturely press the trigger, thus causing the complete and utter annihilation of the people in the city.  

Zork, himself, considered joining the Rune Knights, but he had no desire to wear those goofy looking hats.  Yes, that was the only disqualifying reason he didn't want to join the Rune Knights.  While it may be petty by some, he didn't want to look like a moron while doing his job.  Besides, the colors they wear also clashed with his eyes.  

Thankfully, boats like these aren't equipped with SONAR, otherwise Zork would be in a world of hurt.  Upon finally approaching the bottom-side of the boat, Zork latched on with the suction cups in his hands.  Queuing his communication device, he spoke into it.  "Alright!  I'm here.  Ribbit!  Let me know when the White Princess and the other one dismantle the weapons so I can stop their escape.  Ribbit!" Zork simply stated over the communications lacrima.  

Nothing much for Lydia to do so focused on her pet for now! Also yes it did just do that and no they were not mages! They were also all just one week away from retirement! The poor bastards.