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Post by Tout-Perd on May 21, 2009 20:36:26 GMT -5
Remora... It's been my home for all of my life. A majestic land of harsh beauty and fantastic creatures. Those of us who call it home have greater pride than those of almost any other world.
That's for a reason. Where others were given great gifts to work with, we were given destitution and menace. The land, as I had previously stated, is no gentle thing. Massive barren spires and deserts occupy the majority of our land, and the oceans may as well be howling monsters, baying at our doors...
Speaking of monsters, the fauna is almost inevitably hostile and venomous here. The creatures are constructs of bone, sinew, violence, and death. They thirst only for the blood and pain of those weaker than themselves, and can not comprehend mercy, or even relenting in their assaults...
Born into such a world, those of us that manage to eke out a living wear our scars as trophies, as signs of our pride and strength. Hardship is a constant for us, not a phase.
We thought that we could change that.
Using the utmost limits of our technology, I and several others crafted devices that would let us gaze into other dimensions. We saw hundreds of worlds, free and peaceful, all not knowing how much better they had it.
The elders? They simply smiled in a bemused way, and urged us to return to our lives here. The younger ones? We saw opportunity.
With only a few tweaks, the device for grabbing glimpses of other worlds became a device for grabbing pieces of other worlds. We brought in food, resources, people. Weapons, information technology, enchanted objects, medicine... If we saw benefits in seizing it, we would do so immediately.
Our mortality rate plummeted. We began to drive back the beasts, to cultivate land. We were no longer leeches, clinging desperately to the land in order to survive. We were lords. The thieving kings of an entire world, we were lauded as heroes.
That was, until we called down the hand of God... -------- A man, clearly past his youth but yet to begin decaying with age, glanced nervously about the room. It was grimy, dank, with the only exit being a large set of heavily reinforced doors in the far corner.
He slumped against a bank of controls and switches, rapidly working them with a raucous clatter from the poorly machined device. Various images of vastly different locations began to come up on a small monitor with cracked glass, reticules and indicators automatically popping up on each one.
"I hope this works... If not-" The room shook violently, the muffled noise of an explosion above causing the man to wince. Dust and bits of plaster rained from the ceiling, falling into the already matted and dishevelled locks of the scientist. He glared at the door, working the device without looking.
"I'm going to die."
OOC: You can enter any RP character in this topic. Yeah, that includes ORP, PRP, Tyr, APCARP, FRP, previous RP settings/continuities, and one off plots.
We want the power levels for this topic to skew towards Low/Lower Middle tier, so please PM me for permission before enterring.
Any character that gets pulled in will be pulled in with a flash of blue-green light and a popping noise, and will have a five-foot sphere of the surrounding air/ground pulled along with them.
Sooo, yeah. Join, people!
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Post by Beelzebibble on May 22, 2009 0:13:46 GMT -5
OOC - This is the big ol' crossover thing you mentioned? Ooh. I think it'd be cool for Terrian and Laksha to meet. (Actually, now that I think of it, it'd be cool for Terrian and Rho/Hig to meet, too, but...) Well, I'll stay tuned for an opening.
EDIT: Wait.
Remora... It's been my home for all of my life. A majestic land of harsh beauty and fantastic creatures. Those of us who call it home have greater pride than those of almost any other world. Okay.
That's for a reason. Where others were given great gifts to work with, we were given destitution and menace. The land, as I had previously stated, is no gentle thing. Massive barren spires and deserts occupy the majority of our land, and the oceans may as well be howling monsters, baying at our doors... Hold on a second...
Speaking of monsters, the fauna is almost inevitably hostile and venomous here. The creatures are constructs of bone, sinew, violence, and death. They thirst only for the blood and pain of those weaker than themselves, and can not comprehend mercy, or even relenting in their assaults... Why does this all sound strangely familiar?
Born into such a world, those of us that manage to eke out a living wear our scars as trophies, as signs of our pride and strength. Hardship is a constant for us, not a phase. Ohh... Now I get it! This is a parable for Archie Exie!
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jun 9, 2009 11:44:00 GMT -5
"Excuse me, please, sir."
There was a middle-aged gentleman, slightly portly but well-dressed, sitting beside Terrian at the counter. His pug-like jowls turned upward in a polite smile. "You looked vaguely familiar to me, sir, that's all. Perhaps you were on board the Princess Buttercup?"
"Yes?" Terrian said without thinking.
"I thought so! I knew I recognized you from somewhere, sir, that's all. Dreadful shame about what happened, wasn't it?"
Terrian turned on his stool to face the man more fully. "Yes, sir. It was shocking. I'm just glad no one was hurt."
The man's brow furrowed. "Maybe, maybe not... I did hear rumors that a young woman on staff had gone missing... But that doesn't matter. Who would have thought the King of Clubs would turn up on board? You'd think they'd have run a background check before selling tickets, huh? No criminal masterminds allowed!"
"Right, exactly. You figure security would have been better on their maiden voyage." Terrian finished his drink before perhaps unwisely adding, "Still. No one knows who the King of Clubs is, do they? So no one could have predicted it."
Which was not entirely true. To be sure, the King of Clubs and his associates had all been wearing masks -- Terrian still remembered how eerie the King's mask had looked, with its long snout and gaunt eyes -- and, to be sure, he'd apparently had someone delete the airship's records of all passengers. And most of all, to be sure, given that no one else seemed to recall anything of the incident, it was clear that the King of Clubs had cast a memory charm on everyone present...
Everyone except Terrian. Terrian still remembered the mask. And everything else.
On the day the Khabdilinan sapphires had been stolen, the King of Clubs and his aides had infiltrated the room, masked and cloaked, and taken all inside hostage. Not having the key to unlock the vault, the King of Clubs had merely drawn his finger across the keyhole and in another instant had conjured a key with the exact same shape. And when he and his associates had been ready to depart by way of a helicopter that assuredly had not been outside the ship all along, he had cast a memory charm over everyone on board. Except for Terrian.
All of which lent considerable credence to his hypothesis that the King of Clubs and Charles Tanner happened to be the same person.
"No one knows, huh?" the man said easily. "Well... that's possible. But I've had a hunch. I think I know who the King of Clubs is. And certain financial issues need to be resolved between us... So I'm hoping you can point me in the right direction about where to find him."
Terrian stared at the man. He decided to grin.
"I, uh, hope you're not suggesting I can conjure helicopters on a whim." But this was obviously futile.
The man leaned closer. "No games now, Terrian. Terrian Brogue -- that's your name, right? We got a tip-off from a couple of young ladies who didn't seem too pleased with you. And they also told us they'd seen you hanging around with an old guy. White hair. Moustache. Fancy cane. Doesn't ring a bell?"
At this point Terrian became aware of two other men, younger and larger than this one, detaching themselves from the shadowed tables and slowly working their way toward the bar. Terrian looked back at the first man.
"Um."
Which was when everything turned turquoise. There was a sound like a gunshot.
And Terrian was suddenly in another place: an industrial-looking but clearly run-down room. But he was still sitting on his stool. In fact, he was still holding his glass. Also, part of the countertop had come along for the ride. And four tiles from the floor where his stool had been placed. All of these things, and Terrian, fell immediately to the floor in a clatter. The glass shattered, sending shards skittering across the dilapidated surface.
There was another man in the room who looked just as industrial and yet run-down as the machinery surrounding him. Terrian got to his feet, brushed himself off, and, without any other brilliant observation, mumbled, "Thanks...?"
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Ganesh bowled through the underbrush, knocking aside saplings and listening for the buzz of the Ledyba. Sure enough, she was still flying up ahead. Ganesh rolled into a spin, closed the gap between himself and his target, and bounced into the Ledyba's belly. The ladybug Pokemon screeched as she veered off into a tree.
Laksha burst into the clearing. "Good work, Ganesh!"
But the Ledyba wasn't finished. She came down from the tree and flew directly at Ganesh, striking him with a Tackle. Ganesh was pushed back slightly, but his tough hide was strong enough to withhold the attack.
"Stealth Rock, now, to keep her here," Laksha advised. Ganesh stomped the ground, and a circle of pebbles arose from the earth and encircled the clearing, looping up and down to rein the Ledyba in. She tried to flee, but was struck squarely by one of the pebbles and forced back toward Ganesh.
"Growl," Laksha commanded. Ganesh reared up and let out a menacing bellow. The Ledyba cowed under the noise, and though she flew forward for a Comet Punch, her blows were too cautious to deliver any real damage. This would be easy.
"Finish her, please. Take Down."
The Phanpy rolled into a spin, ricocheted off a tree, and, sprawling in midair, hit the Ledyba head-on and dragged her to the ground. She let out a shiver and fainted. Laksha wasted no time. She tossed a Pokeball at once, which quickly opened to seal in the Ledyba. Then it bounced back into her hand. "I'm sorry about that," she murmured. "Let's take care of you. Back to Violet, then."
Ganesh, flushed with success, rolled around and around the clearing. "Thank you, Ganesh!" Laksha called. "Though that was hardly even an effort for you, was--"
All of a sudden, everything turned blue-green -- or was it just her vision? No, because Laksha saw Ganesh stop to stare at her, bewildered. She flung out a hand to him...
...and, with an earsplitting burst, Ganesh was gone.
Or, rather, she was gone. Laksha was somewhere else, inside a dark room. She fell back onto the floor and felt grass and dirt. There was a circle of soil around her.
She leapt to her feet and ran forward. "Ganesh!" There was nothing here but machinery. No Phanpy to run to her hands. Where was she? And -- "Ganesh, my darling, where are you?"
At that moment, she rounded a car-sized machine and came upon two men. One, sitting at a control bank, was middle-aged and disheveled and gave the distinct impression of a mad scientist. The other was a tall, angular young man who, judging from the pile of wreckage around him, seemed to have been transported here in the same way that Laksha had.
"Has anyone seen a Phanpy?" she asked without much hope. The younger man had nothing for her but an uncomprehending stare. On the whole, she wasn't going to blame him.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 13, 2009 21:19:19 GMT -5
The girl carefully wiped her forearm down with a towellette, leaning in carefully to make sure that she had successfully gotten every spot. She started as if to toss the crumpled piece of paper into the garbage, and then thought the better of it. She carefully set it on the metal table at her side, and reached to the box for another one. "Blaaaaahhh..." She put the tissue to her arm, and then reality exploded. -------- She felt the room drop a few inches... A familiar feeling, like the time that the foundation of the building her guild was in had been blown out by the power they were pursuing. This was an APCARP base, wasn't it? Something like this had to be the work of a power going rogue on them. Didn't matter. She tucked and rolled, attempting to get under the table. She didn't have time to get out. Only time to cover. And the table was the sturdiest thing- She felt the cool presence of tile beneath her huddled knees and elbows. There wasn't any tile in her room. Concrete and steel was all that there was, all that APCARP wanted to allocate for fireproofing her room. But her table? Still there- Or at least halfway. She rolled out from under the table, rising to a knee. She spun, kicking out the leg and knocking it off balance, seizing it before it hit the floor. Continuing the rotation, she analyzed the room. Two other people, both surrounded by teleportation derritus. One other, at a control bank. He was at fault, she was certain. And he was preoccupied with the controls, evidently hoping to bring more Powers in. She released the table, the grit on the floor crunching beneath her feet. It went tumbling through the air awkwardly, heading directly towards the bank of controls. The man, seemingly unperturbed by the loud entry of each individual, spun towards the source of the sound. He barely ducked the chunk of table, the steel hitting the wall behind him with a loud smack. He started to say something, but was cut off by a knee slamming into his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. As he keeled over, a hand seized him by the throat, and bore him to the floor. The girl landed on top of him with both knees and her full weight, elliciting another pained gasp. She slammed his head into the tiles, marking a bloody spot on the floor where he hit. "What Organization is this?" She barked, still retaining a tight grasp on his throat. He clutched at her hand, wheezing for breath. From outside, another blast rocked the room. "Nuhhh... Nooone," The scientist croaked, and then gagged as she clutched his throat tighter. "So one of those 'Forces', huh? Trying to abduct a bunch more Powers with teleports, and then get us to fight APCARP?" She raised her left hand, orange red flames licking along the back of it. They hissed momentarily, steam rising from the area the blaze had encompassed. "Not gonna happen. I've seen what APCARP does to the people that turn on them, and it ain't worth whatever you're offering, buddy," She started to swing her burning fist towards the man's face, but went tumbling away. A large clod of tawny dirt exploded in the air, and scattered about the room, evidently having struck the girl. "No, that's... not it," The man tumbled to his feet frantically, still clutching at a watchlike device on his wrist. The girl had landed on one knee, regarding him carefully as her short black locks fell across her forehead. "This isn't Earth," He said, and then turned away from her. "This has nothing to do with Powers, or whatever," He sat at the control banks again, and began working at them. "Then what is it?" The girl seemed more upset by the declaration that Powers were irrelevant than the statement that they were no longer on the same planet. "It's about surviving the people that want to kill me," The man pointed towards the locked door for emphasis. "And you don't think that includes people you pulled in here without their consent?" "Not if they want to see their homes again..." The man hesitated, glancing around the room, before looking back to the controls. "What's here is a device that allows me to pull stuff in from other planes of existance. I had almost invented a device to return said materials to their home planes, when an opressive force stole it, killed my co-researchers, and pursued me here. Since I, myself, am not strong enough to face these soldiers, I tried to call in people that were." "Little girl, I'm sorry that you miss your family, but they are not here," He faced Laksha, a small ammount of sorrow evident in his eyes, "But we need you all to fight, to help me to survive here, and take back what they've stolen. Once we've accomplished that, we can then return you home." OOC: Phanpy, Family, same difference.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jun 14, 2009 12:12:56 GMT -5
The Indian girl, not listening to the disheveled man's words, continued to scour the room, calling the Hindu-sounding name under her breath. Terrian went to her. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Laksha Karttikeya," she said, scarcely turning to look at him.
"And you're looking for a, uh...?"
"A Phanpy named Ganesh." Now she turned to face him properly. Terrian could see her eyes beginning to water. "Who's been taken away from me, apparently."
Feeling rather awkward, Terrian laid his hand on her shoulder. As he did so, he noticed the satchel slung over her back, and the five red-and-white balls fitted to her belt. She was a Pokemon trainer. He'd seen quite a lot of them since moving to the Archipelago, but he knew very little about them. Pokemon had been a relative scarcity back in the U.S.
"I'm Terrian Brogue," he said, partly to Laksha and partly also to the disheveled man and the other girl who had arrived. "And I'll skip the rest of the intro since it seems like Laksha here needs to get home as soon as possible."
Laksha wiped her eyes. "I can help you, though, sir. I have other Pokemon..." She gestured to her trainer's belt.
Terrian nodded in recognition: those were Pokeballs, and if one of them belonged to Ganesh, then she still had four other Pokemon with her. And, for his part, Terrian wasn't forgetting the gun called a Mage Masher tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket.
"Even so, I hope we're not the entire cavalry," he said to the man. "You've bringing other people along, right?"
OOC: ...Right? Help us out here, non-admins.
Also: five Pokeballs? They're for Ganesh, Sankh, Matsya, the Ledyba, and another Pokemon Laksha is due to catch by the end of Fallfish. Stay tuned to find out! Same Bat-time! Same Bat-channel!
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 14, 2009 16:06:53 GMT -5
OOC: That last one is Shrodinger's Pokeball. It may or may not be a Mewtwo until the plot gets to a point that it is revealed at.
And I've been harping on Kevin and Blood, so hopefully one of them will bring something in.
We still need FRP peeps, after all (Landers/Kaelin) and I wouldn't mind seeing a Tyr character, either. (Kevin's got one, as does DL, though DL mentioned something from General as being his planned entry.)
I'm going to wait until tonight to try and move this a little bit, though I think we'll stick in this spot for another round while we wait.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Jun 16, 2009 2:10:20 GMT -5
"So I found you," A young voice said perked from around the corner.
No one was there.
"Don't pretend like your not there, you Slimy bug!" A voice said, very feminine sounding. A flutter was heard, as if two huge wings started to beat, "You're not going to escape, to my planet!" This time the voice boomed outward as Summer rounded the corner of an abandoned hallway.
"THERE!" She said, pointing to the wall, nothing apparently there. "Hmm?" Summer said confused, "But, I coulda swore, you were..." Summer looked down, "So you think you're going to escape, Slug?" Summer brought her heel up and was about to smash the bug, when a flash of green blue light exploded, and she appeared somewhere else with a pop. Her immediate surrounding area following her.
"Where am I?"
OOC: I decided not to use Kaelin, she is in two topics already, and I wanted to use Summer. Why I don't know, but I did.
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Post by ch00beh on Jun 28, 2009 7:02:14 GMT -5
Whelkshore. Found you.
It was evening. The street lights were on, and they silhouetted some figure in front of Zebedee Taylor's house. The figure walked towards the house nonchalantly. People in the area knew that Taylor's house was full of odd jobs. They wouldn't question someone walking to the house, but they would question someone stalking up to it.
Passing under the lamplight, it became somewhat clear that the figure's predominant piece of clothing was a white lab coat. Its head was completely covered in some kind of tight fitting fabric.
The person pretended to knock on Taylor's door, its knuckles never actually making contact with the wood. It waited a few minutes before casually walking around back to the guest house.
The door would probably not be locked because Rie didn't care about security. She had powers and nothing to steal, so why should she? The stranger checked. The guest house door opened fine.
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Rie was awake as soon as she heard the light click of the door opening. She sank through the couch until her head was between the bottom of the seat and the floor. She turned to look, watching someone's feet step around lightly. Those feet were practiced at sneaking; they made almost no sound.
Rie watched as the person made its way to Ender's room. That door silently opened then closed again. Rie would strike now. She quickly got out of the couch and made her way to her old friend's door. She phased through it to find the person in the lab coat looking at Ender's full body mirror.
Rie didn't bother to speak as she pulled out a knife and crept up to the person, making sure to stay out of the mirror's reflection.
"Rie Nepas, you're wanted for the massacre at the Valencia Government Clinic last week, among other things."
Rie stopped. She was sure she was as quiet as possible, and she was sure she wasn't seen. The person turned around, its face literally blank, save for a strange, bulbous pattern with branching veins on its forehead.
"I am Mandelbrot. I'm here to kill you," the figure said in a strangely androgynous voice.
"Yeah, ok," Rie said before lunging at Mandelbrot. She was surprised to hear the breaking of glass rather than the breaking of bones. Despite the broken glass, Rie turned around, having a good feeling that this Mandelbrot character was actually behind her. Suddenly, she was hit in the back of the head, forcefully. She stumbled forward, trying to regain balance, when she was bludgeoned once more and fell unconscious.
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Mandelbrot's arm was sticking out of one of the larger shards that remained on the wall. It retracted its arm into whatever world lay behind the glass before its entire figure disappeared. The bathroom door then opened, and Mandelbrot stepped out. It walked over to Rie and squatted next to her, pulling out a very reflective knife. The killer rolled the girl over and placed the knife to her neck, starting to feel the high that it got every time another kill was made. Mandelbrot loved the feeling and let the hormones course through its veins for a minute.
Now time to kill.
Suddenly, a flash of light knocked the killer off balance. It fell backwards onto the floor where a sphere of blue-green light started to grow. Mandelbrot cursed and quickly got up to its feet and made a run for the door. The sphere continued to grow at an alarming rate, and even more alarmingly, its center point followed the killer.
Pop.
Mandelbrot still stood on Ender's carpeted floor. It still held the handle of Ender's bedroom door. There was even a bit of wall. But the killer was most definitely not in the same room.
"What is the meaning of this," Mandelbrot said in that same monotonous voice.
OOC: Pulling characters when they don't even exist yet. =O
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 24, 2009 16:49:00 GMT -5
"I believe that's all we have the time-" The man flipped a switch, the machine slowly whirring into silence,"And power, for."
Another explosion from above rattled the room, shaking dust from the ceiling and making chunks of shattered tile dance across the floor. The fire-girl didn't so much as flinch.
"You're on Remora, a world vastly different from those that both of you come from. I have used my teleportation technology to bring you here, across dimensions, and I'm afraid that if I die here, I'll be unable to return you-" The man winced as there was a loud bang at the door.
"And that would be the people trying to kill me. Right on schedule..." The man raised his arm, holding carefully onto the watch.
"Spectacular. Dragged into a hostage mission without so much as a chance to consent," The girl stepped closer to the door, readying her hands. Without facing the others, she continued speaking.
"My codename is S.H.C., but that's irrelevant here. Just call me Ti. Ti Gaddis."
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 24, 2009 20:29:46 GMT -5
OOC- Forgot about this topic but if I get the go ahead I'll jump in. Post would be typed up tomorrow.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 24, 2009 21:17:36 GMT -5
"Does your name stand for Super Hadron Collider?" Terrian asked promptly. "Or, wait, was that Large? I forget. Do you make particles collide? Is basically what I'm asking." He pulled out the Mage Masher from his jacket pocket. "I can make these particles collide with the particles of whoever comes in here. That's Terrian Brogue Tactic No. 1."
"What's Terrian Brogue Tactic No. 2?" Laksha asked dutifully.
He grinned at her. "Terrian Brogue Tactic No. 2 involves more than one Terrian Brogue."
Laksha blinked, but Terrian was not bothering to clarify, and had instead taken a position by the wall next to the door, waiting for it to open. She wasn't completely sure that everyone in this room was necessarily a normal human being. The girl, Ti, had talked about "Powers," and implied that she herself was one... Was Terrian another? Given what a turn things had suddenly taken for Laksha, she was prepared to believe anything.
Well, she might not have had powers, but she still had her Laksha Karttikeya Tactics Nos. 2 through 5 at the ready. She only wished her Laksha Karttikeya Tactic No. 1 were here to protect her. She hurried to a place behind Terrian and ran her hands through her black hair tensely.
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Post by Hamuu on Jul 25, 2009 17:14:07 GMT -5
Sly flipped the dial on his watch the moment the alarms in his house sounded. The usually pop that accompanied his teleportation echoed in his lab upon arrival. Hooves pounded against the tile violently as he galloped to his terminal. He wasn’t going to waste time with the keyboard, his thoughts upon arrival had already activated the P.I.D. Holographic screens floated in the air around him and at waist height another hologram with various shapes.
“Waz all da rukus?” Jonas looked up from behind the terminal.
<I believe the computer has detected an un-archived energy signature.> Sly paused, <How did you get down here so quickly?>
Jonas had already walked around the terminal and was trying to make sense of the alien language scrolling across the screens. “I waz already down ‘ere. Workin’ on some scrap metal I found for a project.”
Sly used the hologram at his waist to manipulate the holo-screens. One of them flashed an image of Rie unconscious.
<It appears as though an intruder attacked her and then used a device of sorts to escape. Jonas, here take my watch and think of Rie. It should teleport you next to her.>
Jonas caught the watch and did as he was told, disappearing instantly. Sly on the other hand was already scanning and replicating the residual energy left by the escaping intruder.
“Critical System Error.” The machine voice chimed.
Arcs of electricity jumped between the screens as Sly now franticly tried to abort the energy replication.
“Signature shows aspects of temporal, spatial, and dimensional abnormalities.”
A large bolt of blue static was expelled from the terminal as the holo-screens fractured and evaporated. The static enveloped Sly and lifted him up into the air.
Jonas appeared holding Rie in his arms, “She’s fine, jus’ been knocked senseless is all.”
A sound like a gun firing echoed loudly in the lab causing Jonas to duck and use massive body to hide the unconscious Rie. When he realized he hadn’t been shot he stood up and looked around.
“Sly? Where’d ya go fella?”
~*~
Sly appeared in a room with a small number of people. Immediately his tail-blade flashed through the air and stopped poised above his head like a scorpion. With his 360-degree vision he looked about the room and spotted one familiar face.
<Terrian,> he said through private thought-speak so the others wouldn’t hear, <If these people are foes, shake your head. Nod if they are friends.>
Another gunshot echoed in the room and Sly found himself focusing all four of his eyes on the person whom had arrived with it. Even his tail had begun to tremble.
The woman looked around with alarm. Her blue eyes were slightly obscured by thick locks of curly black hair though it was clear they were darting back and forth between the people around her. Faint lines of age etched into her face made her look as though she might be in her early fifties, though she did not appear week or fragile. Overall she was about 5’5” and wore a green t-shirt with a dark green stamp shaped like a tree in the center. Her blue jeans were faded and she had on a pair of sandals.
She studied each person for a moment before her eyes finally fell upon Sly. “Ah, so this is your doing you rogue,” she laughed. “If you’re finished messing around would you kindly teleport me back up to the bedroom so I can finish packing our bags? Oh and Valon just called, he wants us to meet him at a dinner near here instead of Drakengard - something about special guests. And why are you staring at me like that?”
A tear rolled down Sly’s blue, fur covered cheek. He sent out another thought-speak, though this one was unintentional. Everyone there heard a single name echo in his or her head.
<Amiila…>
OOC – For anyone who doesn’t know, it was while they were at dinner with Valon that Valcara attacked and killed Amiila.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 25, 2009 22:44:56 GMT -5
"Sing from the North, Kouken Kaze."
A sudden gust of wind rocked the masked black figure back on what appeared to be heels. As the grit of sand and soil fell from the boar-like mask the image of man in flowing black robes began to come into focus. The blade he held out before him was ice white in color and adorned with a winged hilt. A solid green cord wrap and a matching scarf hanging off the pommel. The blade itself was slightly curved and radiated a slight chilled mist. The wielder of this blade was pale much like the blade and bore a green sash tied around his waist that matched the one on his blade. The sleeves of his robes had long been removed, allowing for the green cloth bracers to be seen and making his arms look even paler than the rest of his frame. Honey brown hair whipped around his face as the wind began to pick up giving his already mismatched eyes an unusual quality.
“You should not have come to this town. It's now my job to kill you.” the man said in a rehearsed tone.
“And just who are you to be doing the killing?” the black monstrosity roared out as it bore down on the black clad swordsmen, vile liquid dripped from the mouth of the mask.
Just as the man was about to answer a blue glow surrounded him and a loud gunshot-like noise rang out and the scene changed.
~*~
“My name is Kioshi Miyake, 13th seat of the 13th Court Guard Squad and I'm going to kill you.” Kioshi stated coldly before he noticed the area in which he had arrived.
The gathering seemed to take notice of the sword wielding man in a negative manner. As quickly as he had arrived Kioshi backed away from the center of the room. His green right eye and blue left eye began darting from face to face in an attempt to tell if he was in danger of attack, but the pounding on the door told him differently. Kioshi held Kouken Kaze at his side in a relaxed but ready grip and waited for whatever came next. He would be ready.
OOC-Totally rusty and a bit late, but I care not.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 26, 2009 8:11:33 GMT -5
There was another loud impact, and the doorframe broke free of the now cracked wall. A soldier, garbed in white and brandishing some manner of blade, charged through the opening. Ti tripped him with an extended foot, grabbed him by his sword arm, and spun him into the wall, facefirst. He hit with a loud crack, and slid to the floor.
The next man through the gap came in swinging. S.H.C. faded back, pulling away from the doorway, and stepped in after the backswing. She punched him in the underside of his forearm. His hand instantly opened, the peculiarly shaped blade clattering across the floor and into the wall.
The man took a swing with the object in his off hand, a medium sized shield in the shape of a kite, but took a kick in the gut. He folded over, the attack only skimming Ti, but leaving a shallow cut across her shoulder and upper chest. Shaking slightly, Ti hammered him in the back of the head with her elbow, knocking him to the floor.
She looked back to the room. In the time she had been dealing with that one, three more had come through, and were charging at the individuals massed around the entryway. They can handle that... Ti spun on the entryway, only to see it come flying into the room. The frame landed in a mangled heap close to its former location, both doors still attached.
A pair of soldiers, holding what appeared to be a pneumatic battering ram, rushed through. They turned their momentum towards Ti, and when in range, fired the gigantic piston.
Ti caught the weapon initially with her hands, but when they triggered the hammer, she was helpless to stop them. She went flying backwards, slamming into the wall a sizable distance away. She collapsed to her knees, winded, watching as the troops poured in through the now gaping hole in the wall.
OOC: Glad to see you both along, DL, BB. Wish I could react to your posts in here, but the setup says that soldiers enter now, so... Later.
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Post by Hamuu on Jul 26, 2009 18:24:53 GMT -5
Black flames licked the air around Amiila as she grabbed one of the soldiers by his neck and threw him backwards into a larger group. In that same moment she ducked under a fist that passed through the air where her head had been. She reached up grabbing the man’s wrist and used her other hand to force his elbow the wrong direction with a loud snap. Keeping tight hold of his arm, she swung him like a hammer. He came down hard on top of two of his companions before being lifted back up and tossed like a rag doll.
“So maybe this isn’t your fault,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at Sly.
He didn’t respond, he couldn’t. Sly, in all his wisdom and knowledge, couldn’t find the words to respond. Instead he focused on the men currently trying to kill him. He didn’t know what was happening or why. All he could do was defend himself, his tail ripping across the chest of anyone who came within his circumference. And when this was over he’d get his answers.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 26, 2009 22:28:55 GMT -5
Mandelbrot's faceless head looked blankly at the door as it burst open. Its reflective knife was still in its hand, its grip light but firm.
One of the belligerent soldiers rushed at Mandelbrot, sword held overhead. He brought it down, and the lab-coat-clad-killer promptly sidestepped. Lights from the teleporter reflected off the knife as Mandelbrot brought the weapon next to the soldier's face and poked his eye with enough force to destroy the organ, but not enough to enter the brain. The man screamed and dropped his sword, hands quickly going to his eye. The face behind the white mask seemed to smile for a moment. Mandelbrot pushed the soldier backwards, lightly enough such that he only stumbled.
"Why must you attack us?" Mandelbrot questioned, almost mockingly, but still with its monotonous tone. "I have done nothing but stand here." It stepped forward and stabbed the soldier's other eye out. He immediately fell to the ground, clutching his face, fluid from his eyes spilling over his fingers. The killer squatted next to the writhing man, examining him for a moment, before bringing its knife into the man's chest.
Mandelbrot stood up and wiped the blood on its knife on its mask, making a shape that resembled a demented smile. It turned to face the door, making sure that the soldiers could see the blood smile get absorbed by the cloth. Within moments, the mask was almost completely white again.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 27, 2009 16:32:45 GMT -5
OOC: Isn't Terrian Brogue Tactic No. 1 actually "Getting Accosted By the Most Prominent Female (with Her Hair Up) in the RP"?
DL, Kevin, Photu. On you guys.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 27, 2009 23:27:42 GMT -5
Laksha slid down against the wall and covered her face with her hands, but the noises persisted -- not just gunshots and screams but the sounds of tearing flesh. She felt slender hands pushing her back along the wall, away from the opening and toward the pipes and valves, where it was safe. It was Terrian, she knew without uncovering her face. Then the sound of a firearm's report only a few feet from her made her clasp her hands to her mouth in terror. She whipped her head around, sure that Terrian must have been shot.
No, the young man was there with her, unhurt, guiding her to a safe spot behind the machinery... oh, yes, and he was also standing back at their original position, taking careful aim with his gun. He fired again, and a soldier in the thick of the fray fell to the ground.
Laksha squinted, she must have made a mistake; but there before her eyes, another Terrian Brogue stepped out of the spot where the gunman was standing and hurried toward her. The two additional Terrians crouched in front of her, keeping their eyes turned out toward the fight.
"Is this Tactic No. 2, then?" she asked once she had made the connection.
"That's right," said one of the duplicates.
"Hey, what about you? You have Pokemon, yeah?" the other one asked, turning back to her.
"Yes... but..." Laksha realized why she was hesitant about releasing any of them. "It's immoral to command a Pokemon to attack a human..."
"Is that right?" the first duplicate said distractedly, still surveying the room. "I guess that makes sense. But the way I see it, someone here is probably dreaming up this whole thing."
"So. No place for mere morals."
Laksha thought about this. They made a fairly convincing argument. She scrabbled for the Pokeballs clipped to her belt.
A moment later, the original Terrian Brogue squeezed off another shot before noticing two low flashes of red light. They materialized into a bubbling orange molten creature in the shape of a slug, and an upright steel-blue fish who seemed comfortable on land. They promptly began spitting small fireballs and bursts of water, respectively, at the incoming soldiers. Some of the attackers were struck by the fireballs and fell howling to the ground, clutching seared limbs, while others were forced back by the jets of water and fell onto their comrades, disrupting the lines of offense.
Terrian looked back to where his two duplicates were shielding Laksha against the machinery. He could see her cupping her mouth to deliver orders to the two Pokemon. So that was what being a trainer was like. Terrian smiled, swinging around the gun to bring down a combatant who was rushing his dearly appreciated friend Sly. With the Andalite here, Terrian guessed their ragtag bunch actually stood a chance of not turning into throw rugs.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 30, 2009 21:21:04 GMT -5
OOC: Missouri, snap to it!
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 30, 2009 22:42:26 GMT -5
OOC- Post half done, post tomorrow once I can see again.
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Post by Hamuu on Jul 31, 2009 14:08:37 GMT -5
OOC: Missouri, snap to it! But I already posted D:
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 31, 2009 18:34:31 GMT -5
OOC: All you people look the same!
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 31, 2009 20:00:57 GMT -5
Kioshi hung back for a moment and waited for the enterance to be cleared of allies for the most part before his began his attack. A faint spiral of wind formed around his blade which quickly spun into a small cyclone. With a sweeping motion, Kioshi fired the cyclone towards the doorway and into the waiting faces of two soldiers. The lashing wind cut their skin in several places and knocked them back into a few more scrambling personal. Kioshi held his hand up towards a group of men gathering in a far corner.
"Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south! Hado 31, Shakkaho!” Kioshi called out a a bolt of red lightning rocketed from his palm and stuck the waiting men.
OOC- Crappy but my brain hurts.
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Post by Hamuu on Aug 21, 2009 8:28:07 GMT -5
OOC:
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 17, 2009 1:38:38 GMT -5
The first group of soldiers through the door had begun to dwindle, the powers in the room rapidly having been obliterating them more quickly than they could reinforce their troops in the area. Kioshi's blocking of the entrance had pretty much locked down the battlefield.
S.H.C. spun sideways, letting the battering ram shoot past her and hammer a gaping hole into the wall behind her. She felt the spray of shrapnel against her skin, some cutting into the exposed skin on her right arm.
"That's nothing!" She jumped onto the top of the metal cylinder, and threw a vicious backwards kick. It caught the man on the left in the side of the neck, and he gave a startled groan before collapsing to the floor in a tangled heap. His partner let go of the device, and threw a punch at the now off-balance Power.
Ti dropped to the floor atop the heavy contraption, and caught the punch on her forearms. She threw a knee into the man's groin, keeling him over and sending his helmet tumbling to the floor. She then grabbed him by the hair, pulling him lower, and then stomped his face into the battering ram.
For the first time since arrival, the group noticed something new. Silence. No enemies were to be seen at the doorway, other than the heaps of unconscious and otherwise immobilized bodies that the Shinigami, Pokemon, and Terrian had caused. Scattered about the room were unconscious soldiers, all bearing a kite shaped insignia in black upon their white uniforms.
"We actually survived the assault of one of their units..." The man chuckled slightly, a hollow laugh. He sat down, wiping his brow off with one grimy sleeve.
"How many more do they have?"
"More than you could count, girl. We aren't going to win this just by attacking straight up. The Hand of God's army is too massive for that. What we need is to destroy their infrastructure, to hamstring them, and then, once that is done, take out the heads," The man laughed to himself again.
"Really, surviving this was good, and bad. Since we could take one entire unit without dying, it means that we should be able to handle any patrols we encounter. But it also means that they now know we're a threat. The Hand of God might start sending his most elite agents fairly soon..." The man's cryptic words were spoken as if they should be obvious to anybody.
OOC: I'll finish this tomorrow afternoon. Right now, too tired to type.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 20, 2009 22:25:04 GMT -5
"Oh, so you're saying this is like a video game, then?" said Terrian. "You know, the kind where you just keep having to fight stronger and stronger enemies on some imaginary scale of progression? Man, I hate those kinds of games."
Laksha's lips pursed. She didn't understand the analogy.
OOC: I know you said there was more forthcoming to your post but I could not resist.
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