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Post by hermes on Sept 5, 2008 11:25:05 GMT -5
OOC - Go read Enders game and then give Choobeh the same spiel. The character is from before it became a friggin movie. x.x
And you've been reading this topic? *blush* This has not been my best work at all, I felt like I was reaching all over the place. Its all your fault Kuro! Lol.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 9, 2008 14:53:59 GMT -5
"Hey, whatever works for you." Natalie said dismissively, seemingly unphased by his exposure. She continued walking, thinking to herself as she went along.
"Don't worry too much about it, I guess. Since I'm going to my place, I can restock on weaponry, too. When we fight them again, I can shoulder more of the load." Natalie grumbled, pounding her fist into her open palm. She cracked her knuckles, and bit her lip reflexively at a thought.
"I hope that those two don't bring more friends along, next time. As is, they're strong enough to be a match for us. If they bring extras, well, then, we're screwed. I don't care if it's just a guy with a gun, it means that we've got that much more to dodge."
"If you couldn't tell, I had my hands full with that creep. My specialty is lightly armored opponents, not bruisers like him..." Natalie sighed slightly, and flickered again, her wounds diminishing upon her reappearance. Something fluttered in her hands, caught by the breeze.
"Here. It's not much, but it's a spare trenchcoat I kept for Ender." She tossed the black garment to Eragon dismissively, not even phased by mentioning her departed friend. "No need for trading me anything. I don't want it any more."
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Post by hermes on Sept 9, 2008 15:38:34 GMT -5
"Uh, alright. Thanks." Eragon said, surprised. He caught the cloak, put his sword down for a moment, and buttoned it up over his chest. It flared out around the base, but he didn't mind that. It maintained easy movement around the lower body, which really was essential in combat. Everything comes from the legs. He picked up the giant sword and laid it across his shoulders again, picking up the pace to walk just behind Nat. "As for the bruiser, he looked more like he was possessed when he had all that armor on. You ask me, he's far more dangerous when its off." Eragon said, "I think the armor is compensating for an edge he loses when he gets battle raged like that." He looked around, they were in a residential area now. "Any of these your place?" He asked, looking at the rather beautiful housing around them. "Hell, I'd be jealous."
Lucas walked down Black Street, a rather famous street that wasn't always there, where the black market flourished. "Signet, signet, signet." Lucas kept repeating to himself, the whole area had enchantments that distracted the mind. The idea was to entice people to buy things they had never come for, or didn't even know existed. "Signet, signet." He kept repeating, clutching his sword. It was bleeding from it's single eye, it looked like the life had gone out of it. He finally got to the store he wanted and stepped inside. "Zenith Daggoth!" He yelled, "Hey, don't you ever serve your damn customers?" A young man walked out of the back room, scratching at the back of his head.
He had a tattoo on his arm, there were a few stories about how he got it. The most well known was that it was a name he'd had in a previous life, which had been carved into his arm via arcane arts when a Sorcerer had changed his appearance. They said it was how he kept his mind, and his sense of self, through the transformation. Lucas' practiced eye's read it as 'Deviant'. "Yeah what?" Zenith asked, looking Lucas over, his eye on the sword he had in his hand.
He'd been wanting to get his hands on that for a while, but Lucas had always been unwilling to part with it. "Snake Seal, Healing Variety." Lucas said shortly, "And I'm gonna need a new sword while you're at it." He said, throwing the carcass of his blade onto the glass counter. Zenith smiled widely, taking the blade in hand. "Yes, I can do something with this." He said, then pursed his lips. Lucas was eying the most dangerous item in the whole damn store, maybe he could kill two birds with one stone.
"Thats a Mournling," Zenith said, walking around the counter to stand beside Lucas. They were both looking at a sword so small that anyone would think it belonged on a necklace. However, its container was blatantly unusual. It was in a glass jar, filled with green fluid, and it had several flesh like veins connected to it from the corners of the jar. "A very unique item I came by a while ago, its grown from a shard of Frostmourne." He said, reaching under the counter and taking it out.
"Or it will be," Zenith said, grinning. "You write the dimensions of the sword on the top of the cap, and in fifteen minutes it grows to the size and weight." He said, then grimaced. He did have to give him the warning, it was the so called law on Black Street. "However, it feeds on your soul to do this. If you aren't strong enough, it'll kill you. But if you are, then its strength is dependent entirely on you." He shrugged, "In some ways it has more potential even than Frostmourne, I'll throw it in with the Seal." He said, "If you feel like chancing it." He held in his smile, and tried to assume an encouraging expression.
He wanted it gone, the thing was seriously evil. He'd actually seen it literally eat the last two customers that had tried to purchase it. "Done," Lucas said, "Now get me the damn Seal." Zenith shrugged, and walked into the back room. Opening his safe, he took out the immensely useful, if not incredibly powerful relic. Thinking for a moment, and eying a red and black eye of stone on the top shelf in the safe, he also grabbed a paper talisman. He walked back out to the front of the store, and tossed the Seal to Lucas. "And also this," He said, passing the talisman to Lucas.
"Don't use it lightly," He warned, "But if you run into a powerful foe that you simply cannot compete against, tear it." Zenith winked, then walked into the back of the store. "Now go away!" Lucas shrugged, walking out of the store with the jar, his talisman, and the odd paper seal. He stuffed the last two in his pocket, and took out a sharpie. "Right then," He said, putting the sharpie to the cap of the jar.
Handle: Length 18", Shape Oval, Widest Point 1" 1/2" Guard: Diameter 3", Thickness 1/4" Blade: Length 5', Width 3" 1/2", Thickness 1/3"
"There," He said, and was surprised as the blade began to visibly grow. Beyond that, even, Lucas' aura appeared around him, and the blade began visibly feeding on it. To his own surprise, his aura was gold flecked and streaked with black. The blade was, without a doubt, of a cold nature. But now it was also being influenced by his own, and think tendrils of mixed gold and black lines snaked along the blade and guard. A gold and black cross wrap took the place of the leather at the handle, and it quickly continued to grow. Lucas was starting to feel tired, and also hungry.
He grinned, "Time for a burger then." He said, dropping his fleshy portal on the ground. "Then I'll go heal Scar." He muttered, walking off the edge of the portal into its fleshy maw.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 9, 2008 21:43:02 GMT -5
"Still... The armor is all that kept me from getting him. My flying guillotine trick was no good, and my blade's not sturdy enough for real slashes or thrusts... I'm gonna need to arm myself better. That's all there is to it." Natalie put her hands to her hair, feeling how blood matted it was. "I'm probably a total mess right now..." As suddenly as she shifted in combat, she was clean as could be, her hair immaculately fixed up.
"And yeah... After this picket fence, well, this is us." Natalie mumbled, stepping along the sidewalk silently. She jerked her thumb. There was a short, unruly looking yard, with as many wildflowers as there were blades of unshorn grass. A cracked, battered asphalt driveway ran up the length of the fence, ending at the back corner of the house. The house itself was a sturdy looking brick structure, shaped like a giant brick. Several large windows were set in it, and the front door was in the middle of the building.
"Here we are. I hope you don't wreck up the place too much." Natalie said dismissively, and walked across the yard. She opened the door, and stepped inside without so much as even looking back to Eragon.
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Post by hermes on Sept 10, 2008 11:15:40 GMT -5
"I'll try not to..." Eragon trailed off uncertainly, looking around. He spotted a water drain along the side of the road, and impaled it with his sword. It still went into the pavement, but he preferred no one messed with it. That done, he quickly followed Natalie inside. "I don't want to impose or anything," He said, "But you got like a banana or something? Believe it or not, getting huge chunks carved out of ya really messes with your energy level. That is to say, my blood, she doesn't have enough calories!" Eragon said, shrugging awkwardly.
"Also do you know if there are any vacant apartments near to here?" He inquired, "I'm afraid I no longer have a place to stay, so its a bit of priority. Even I can get cold..." He trailed off, looking pensive. "I should probably pick up a job to." He muttered, taking his shoes off at the door.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 2, 2008 2:03:41 GMT -5
"Hmmm... Well, there is an infinite portal of popcorn in our microwave. Long story, but if I'm correct, every time that somebody on earth pops some, a kernel of it appears in there. It's what happens when you screw with space-time..." Nat shrugged as she enterred the house, kicking off her shoes. "You get popcorn."
"If you want anything else, well, between Zebedee and me, we've got all sorts of stuff. He stocks the healthy crap, and I stock the crap that tastes good and kills you early. So our fridge is pretty full. Eat whatever you want, it's not like we're short on cash."
"Housing, around here? I'm not really sure. Maybe there's something. Worst comes to worst, we can put you in the upper floor of our guest house. Heaven knows the bitch in there doesn't need the whole thing." Natalie flung open the fridge door, grabbing a bottle of soda, and then taking the cap off with the edge of the kitchen table. She took a hardy swig, kicking the door closed absentmindedly.
"Well, around here, regular work would be something new. Rie and I both do mercenary jobs, Sly sells various inventions, Six... well, he mostly keeps to himself. And Zebedee typically comes up with money from somewhere. I think it involves diamonds and gold of questionable origin, but he doesn't really talk about it much." Natalie put her feet up on the table, and had another pull from her drink.
OOC: ARISE.
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Post by hermes on Nov 2, 2008 2:26:27 GMT -5
"Ah." Eragon said, pulling a box of california rolls out of the fridge. "God I love sushi." He said, pulling apart the chopsticks and wolfing one down. Ge grabbed a beer, and kicked the fridge door shut with his heel. "Thanks, I appericiate it." He said, munching on the sushi. After a heavy swallow, and a swig of beer, he turned back to Natalie. "Well, I've never really had normal work either. For the moment, that big neutronium sword out there would fetch a pretty price. Given how things are turning out, I don't think training with it would be worthwhile anymore." He said, pulling his combat knife out.
"My main priority, next to a place to stay." He said, kicking around the idea of staying at this wonderful place he was in. "Hmmm." He looked around and turned back to Natalie, "My main priority is to find some strong magic sources this thing can suck up. It basically eats and stocks magic, its quite flexible, but its 'ammunition' is somewhat hard to come by. And usually quite expensive on top of that." He finished off his Sushi and chugged down the rest of the beer, then popped the microwave and grabbed some popcorn. "Man thats cool..." He muttered, looking into the microwave.
"Ah well, in any case. If you even need any backup on those mercenary missions or anything, gimme a call. I need the work. Whats the rent here, and who's this unpleasant person you seem to be talking about? He asked, trying to keep his tone neutral on the last part.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 2, 2008 2:39:06 GMT -5
"Neutronium? Yeah, I don't know the going rate, but I think that might be a couple digits beyond a normal paycheck. Of course, I don't pay attention to the money aspect of science very much. I'm more into the things that go boom, so to speak." Nat sipped from her soda.
"Not much on magic around here. We used to have a mage, but he moved overseas, and now it's just us tech-whizzes." Nat shrugged. "I might be able to dredge something up in the armory, but I can't make any promises. We do have experiments in one-shot simple use wands, but those mostly are utilitarian stuff. Mending, healing, you know. Fun. Though we should still have a few that could be used as weapons."
"I doubt I'd need backup, but I'll give my employer a holler about you. He might like ya. As for rent? You pay whatever you feel like paying. It's always worked for us this far."
"As for said bitch, well, that Ender guy I mentioned moved out, and this Rie chick, who's like his sister, moved in. Considering how much fun Ender was, and how grim this one is, it's kinda impossible to be a positive change."
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Post by hermes on Nov 2, 2008 2:49:36 GMT -5
"Ah, I heard about him." Eragon said, a pained expression on his face. "My mentor knew him, seemed to hold him in high regard. Though they didn't share a lot of personal time." He frowned, then shrugged. "Well, I'll try not to be a grim presence. And I should be able to pull my own wait, assuming your employer has some decent work. For now, I'll just get rid of that monster sword." He reached into his pocket for his cell phone, then cursed when he took it out, and found it in pieces. "My god, I have completely lost count of how many cell phones have been destroyed like this." He pulled out his wallet, and checked the damage.
"Well, at least my credit card is intact." He shook his head sadly again, and slipped his knife back into his boot. "Right, I'm gonna go unload that monster of a sword and see about getting a new cell. You tech junkies got any extra vehicals, or should I go put a down payment on a street bite?" He asked, slipping his wallet back into his pocket.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 26, 2008 0:12:35 GMT -5
"The work's good. Dangerous as all hell, sometimes literally, but the pay's just about the best money you'll be making anywhere. Since you don't seem to be fazed by this whole life or death thing, you'll do just fine." Nat crushed her soda bottle with one hand, and then flickered. She looked at her palm, now empty, and continued speaking.
"Oh, tell me about it. Last week I got one fried by the E-M-P of a nuclear explosion. Boss said that insurance covered the cutting edge technology that kept me from getting radiation poisoning, but didn't cover any 'lost possessions'. So, they'll pay a couple grand to keep me from trying out the Britney Spears look, but they won't pay a C-Note to replace a crappy old phone." She shrugged, and paused to take a mental inventory. "Unfortunately, I think that Sly's latest set of super-phones have already sold out, so ya might be S-O-L here when it comes to those."
"As for extra vehicles, well, yeah, but nothing that could support that giant sword, and nothing that could be street legal. The only vehicle that we actually are allowed to use on the city streets is Sly's Jeep, and that thing's his baby. Good luck prying THAT out of his fingers. Last time I asked, he put it on a lift to the sub-basement and locked it up tighter than Fort Knox. Granted, I've wrecked over ten cars, but most were by dropping them on things, not driving." She picked the TV Guide up from the table and began perusing it.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Dec 11, 2008 12:40:54 GMT -5
And you've been reading this topic? *blush* This has not been my best work at all, I felt like I was reaching all over the place. Its all your fault Kuro! Lol. NAIC: On the contrary, Lucas is now my favorite character of yours. The first six or seven posts in this topic, when it was just Lucas and Kuro's character (Scar? Is that really his name?) bouncing off each other, were insanely good.
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Post by Kuroboom on Dec 12, 2008 18:22:07 GMT -5
OOC: He has no name really. Scar is just a nickname since he's littered with them.
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Post by hermes on Dec 23, 2008 4:39:11 GMT -5
Eragon scratched his neck, the fished around the kitchen for the phone. "Ah, here we are." He muttered as he located it. "I guess I will have to put a down payment on a bike then," He said, as he dialed the phone. "Shame about my tiny blade here, hell, we I need to have it reforged or something. By the way, whats with your blinking in and out of existence? Its actually very disconcerting."
He paused as someone on the other line picked up, and outline a brief proposition about a large source of neutronium to the man on the other side of the phone. Eragon was grinning my the time the conversation had finished.
"Incidentally, the going rate of Neutronium is 5000$ per cubic centimeter. I think that thing outside counts more as a few cubic tons." He checked his wallet again, noticed his drivers license expired, and started muttering things about being out of touch with the real world.
"Well, before I get out of here, you mind showing me my room? A key would also be nice if you have an extra lying around. And whats this about a lab?" He asked curiously.
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Post by Kuroboom on Mar 8, 2009 2:14:03 GMT -5
Scar woke up. The world was a haze for a few seconds before snapping clear suddenly. Why did his chest hurt? Then he remembered his fight and smiled. It was a good fight, but he should have killed Eragon. I gotta get some air... Lucas' dingy apartment was suffocating him. He got up to go to the door and the sudden change of blood pressure led to him face planting on the floor. Scar let out a sigh and decided to lay there for the time being.
OOC: ಠ_ಠ
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Post by hermes on Mar 9, 2009 2:17:18 GMT -5
Lucas looked at Scar, lying on the floor, with a mildly exasperated expression on his face. He was carrying a large bag of food, the sword feeding on him rampently as it grew. He smiled at it fondly, knelt down, and placed the healing seal on Scar's back.
He activated it with a flourish, and watched Scar cry out with mild disinterest as natural energies flooded his body, forcing it to be healthy again, rapidly accelerating the healing process.
"This will take around an hour, and it'll hurt like hell. But then you'll be all better and ready to kill the whelp," A dark malice crossed through his eye's, joy touching his lips at the thought. He seemed to have found a new delight in inflicting suffering in others in general, instead of the simple delight in blood. He dropped one of the bags he was carrying to the ground, it was filled with healthy food and neutrients. "You'll need to eat those. Its still using your body as a source for fuel. It'll go a lot quicker and more effectively as you eat the suppliments and the veggies."
He thought carefully for a moment, about Scar and his odd sword, then turned and moved towards the kitchen. "I'll probably still be eating by the time you're done."
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Post by Kuroboom on Mar 9, 2009 3:50:20 GMT -5
Scar winced as the seal worked on him. With a grunt he muttered a thanks to Lucas, who seemed to have grown sadistic from his trip to the grocery store. Still face down on the floor, he felt around with his arms until he found the bag and began slowly moving food to his face for consumption. He was already beginning to feel hungry and the pain was a lot, even for him as the wounds sealed shut.
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Post by hermes on Mar 20, 2009 22:00:01 GMT -5
Lucas flinched in the classic male, empathic reaction. He really had no idea why women didn't feel pain for each other, even during birth. Maybe because they were such a sadistic lot. He shrugged absently, tearing through his meal with a vicious single mindedness. The sword at his side, his Mournling Blade, wasn't so much an infant as a monster.
It was as though a hatchling dragon, with all its great size, was suckling on the tit of a human woman. She wouldn't be able to last, not for long, not with its hunger. In the end, the dragon would likely consume her. The shop keeper probably thought that something along the same lines was going to happen to Lucas.
But Lucas loved to disappoint, and had begun managing the energy transfer with vicious authority. Its basic nature was ice, and the origional blade was some great soul consuming engine, which made it perfect for necromancy. What Lucas had was essentially a much weaker version. Not because it was grown from the origional, not because it was a hollow copy, but because it was like the same sword reborn.
It needed to feed, on souls. Though in the end, what type of soul you fed it determined what the sword would become. The very first soul, however, was that of its weilder. If the wielder couldn't master the sword, the sword would kill him and take all his strength. And then await a master who wouldn't be swayed by its power.
Lucas could feel its power growing, based on his nature. It destroyed, dissipated. It was like, a vaccume. It brought about nothingness. Frozen Nothingness. Whatever the sword cut would be slowly erased from existence. Frozen bit by frozen bit.
He couldn't wait to try it out on someone, thought it was an odd feeling, being as such oneness, such peace, with his blade, instead of at odds with it. His soul mastered it casually, there were few others inside and none could match his strength.
He had a feeling however, that the more he fought and killed, the more souls it took, the harder it would become for him to retain control of it. Unless he took it slowly, and was careful who he killed. It was best to avoid those of similar strength, for they would cause the sword to consume him, assuming he couldn't master them.
Lucas looked over at Scar, who had a healthier look about his skin now. For some reason, the sword Magnum looked refreshed as well. Perhaps it was tied to his lifeforce in some way.
"You look better." Lucas offered lucidly.
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Post by Kuroboom on Mar 22, 2009 11:17:31 GMT -5
Scar picked himself off the floor and looked at his significantly less scarred blade. There were still nicks taken out of the blade, but overall the blade looked much sharper. Sheathing it, he went to the kitchen where Lucas sat horking his food down.
Scar's large frame filled the doorway to the kitchen and he cracked his neck. "Yeah, I feel better... stronger even. You were right though, it did hurt like hell. What was that thing?" Scars eyes came upon Lucas' new sword. "New blade?" he asked.
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