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Post by Kuroboom on Nov 7, 2010 13:31:47 GMT -5
Kalim was flipped head over heels with Nugget screeching in protest. He hit the ground and exploded into wisps of darkness, Nugget gone with him. The sun was setting and he would only grow more powerful in the dark. Kalim stayed disintegrated for a moment while he considered his options. The sniper was a constant threat and annoyance, but they were still rather far and the interference from the other 3 fighters would prevent them from getting a good shot in on Prime; Kalim wasn't concerned with bullets himself. Prime was being double-teamed by Silver and Violet while Scarlet seemed to be waiting for Kalim. If Kalim finished Scarlet off, he could help take out Silver and Violet. Prime was looking worse for the wear and Kalim doubted he could stop either one of his opponents with Scarlet on his back. His plan was settled.
Kalim rose up from Scarlet's shadow, slashing furiously with twin razors. Thick, viscous poison poured down the blades as he slashed. The poison was a refined synthetic Basilisk venom, and it had been rather costly to procure; Nugget sulked for a whole week at losing the amount of treasure it cost to obtain it. Still, with a LD rating of 100, Kalim knew it was worth it. If just 1 nanogram of the solution made it even into a capillary, death was certain within seconds.
Kalim didn't have time to wait on any result, he fired a blast of darkness at the man to gain distance before sinking back into the darkness with Nugget. He plotted his next move. Nugget would need to protect him while he prepared his next attack...
Kalim rose up from the shadow of the car chanting in an unknown tongue; Nugget was doing the same. A smoky bubble formed around the two from Nugget's enchantment, while a dark spot appeared on the ground beneath Silver from Kalim's. Nugget continued his protection spell while Kalim made motions with his hands. In a fraction of a second, a platform jutted up from the dark spot while walls rained down on all sides. The walls seemed to stretch all the way to Heaven and made of solid darkness. Though it was nigh invisible to those on the ground, anyone high enough in the sky would have seen a glowing purple orb materialize on the top, fitting into the curves of the top of the walls. The ball sealed off the tomb in it's own mini-dimension and as the ball sank, the air pressure and gravity would raise until it would compress anything inside into a gem. Kalim's mentor had once used this technique to turn pure carbon into a flawless diamond.
Kalim watched and waited as the orb sank. There was a possibility his foe had escaped, but due to the magnitude of his attack, his vision was obstructed from seeing anything on the other side.
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Post by Prime on Nov 17, 2010 1:20:00 GMT -5
The woman in silver armor beat against the walls, discharging heavy blasts into the prison. She began to breath heavily, panicking. The space was beginning to withdraw, and she had the idea she'd be crushed if she remained trapped inside.
"Archer?" She called, "Archer can you hear me?" She looked around, spotting the violet orb all that way so far above her. Her armor suits visual enhancement cut in, analyzing it, and the suits tactical systems decided it must be the source of the walls.
"Copy you Torch, we call all still feel you, despite whatever that place is." Archer responded.
"I think you can shut down this attack by blowing out the orb on the very top of the pillar." She said, sounding on the verge of hysteria.
"Worth a shot," Archer responded. He leveled his weapon where he judged the tip of the pillar to be. It was a long, blocky square gun, using real physical rounds and a laser to create a mass driven particle accelerator. It was enough pure force and energy to punch through even magical defences.
After all, that's what it'd been designed for.
A solid thump his his shoulder at he unloaded the round, a black line traced back to him on its highest setting, and the round blew the orb apart, the black chamber collapsing around Torch.
Archer quickly moved, running through the forest and tree's to find another vantage point. The downside of the weapons most powerful setting, the dense particle beam sucked in the light as it traveled. It draw a line of lightlessness across the sky. Minimal risk when firing on an opponent, much higher change of discovery from any other vantage point.
They would know his general position now. At the back of his mind, he could sense Torch and the others resuming their attack.
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Prime took advantage of his opponently momentary concern for his team mate, carving a long thin line through his armor and into his chest. Blood gushed out briefly from the gash, before the suit sealed over the wound and blocked the escape of blood.
Prime heard a muffled howl from inside the suit, and the young man tasted pain for the first time in the fight. And then a bolt of light burned into his shoulder as the silver figure was freed, and resumed their collective attack on him.
He parried a few vicious blows, and then dodged a shot from the silver madwomen, his mind working out the patterns and trying to find a tactical advantage. He momentarily settled for keeping the violet clad young man between them. With their partner enguaged with his demonic companion, there was little they could do.
The violet lads strength was superior in that suit, but Prime had a deep, instinctual level of experience powering him. As he focused, even the faint aura around his blades began to shut down. Instead of providing a constant haze, they sparked and blew out sharply where he parried and struck.
Small explosions of electron haze, like elmo's fire, sparked along his blade. Lending small bursts of extra power to his attacks. The silver woman was unable to fire upon him, and thus his opponent was driven back by a fierce renewed assault. In the back of his mind, he kept track of the sniper.
He'd have to turn the advantage before new shots rang out to hinder him.
Scarlet was preoccupied with twitching in maddeningly increasing amounts as venom seared through his system. But the suit he was plugged into on a mental and physical level was keeping his organs alive as it slowly purged the venom. On the downside, the open wounds in his forearms were bleeding freely. The armor registered the venom as the greater danger and gave it first priority.
And the less blood he had, the faster it could filter. The wounds had closed by the time Kalim had finished his attack on Silver, and he regained his feet to renew his assault. His oversized secondary fist weapons grabbed onto the car, lifting the mass a foot into the air. He charged at Kalim head on, intending to use the car as a battering ram.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 17, 2010 5:12:50 GMT -5
Reagan wanted to say "Hey, that's the car." He got as far as "Hey, th-" before its tire was blown out and a man in power armor punched it into the concrete divider.
"We got contact!" Mortensen said as Price swerved to avoid the attackers.
"No shit," Price said, more groaning than anything else. He pulled the wheel sharply and hit the breaks, skidding the oversized car to a halt several meters away from the battle.
"So," Lawson said, "We go for the guys in the armor. They started this."
"You're the boss," Mortensen said. She already had her bulletproof vest on. "Reagan, hand me a Benelli."
"W-Which one's that?"
"It's the bloody shotgun."
Reagan silently handed her the gun.
Mortensen opened her window as Price reversed the car so that it pointed at the fight. He pushed the pedal in hard, paying no attention to the show of magic. He wasn't surprised by this shit anymore. None of them were (except maybe Reagan). Lack of surprise didn't stop his adrenaline from pumping, nor did it stop that nagging flight response in the back of his head. It didn't stop him from mumbling a "Jesus fuck" either.
"Hey Price, could you unlock my window?" Lawson said. "I gotta give these guys some fresh air." There was a clicking sound from the back.
"A little busy here." His knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
Mortensen leaned her upper body out of the window, pointing her shotgun at the nearest armored man. "Everyone freeze!"
No one froze.
"Brace yourselves," Price said. It was almost an offhanded comment. The car's engine grew even louder.
"What." Reagan got as far as thinking that before Mortensen took three shots at Scarlet, one to the man's car-holding shoulder, the other two at his knees. Before she could pull the trigger again, the airbag inflated into her side as Price rammed the car into Silver.
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Post by Prime on Nov 17, 2010 5:46:53 GMT -5
Choobeh, could you tell me what aprox range those shotgun blasts were at, so I can make an appropriate response?
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 17, 2010 6:09:44 GMT -5
I don't know how far Scarlet is from Silver. Whatever that distance is. So I guess 10-15 meters?
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Post by Prime on Dec 23, 2010 9:59:14 GMT -5
Hey Kuroboom, you mind if I auto your char a bit? I've sorta been waiting on you here, so I could write a response to both your characters action and Choobeh's characters actions and write up Prime's actions following those.
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Post by Kuroboom on Dec 23, 2010 15:54:19 GMT -5
Didn't know it was my turn. My bad. Kalim was disappointed to sense the orb shattering. It had to have been a powerful blast to have destroyed it. Before Kalim could renew his assault on Silver, something caught his attention and he turned to look at it. He was downright shocked that Scarlet hadn't died, evidenced by his eyebrows arching upwards behind his square shades. That venom was ridiculously potent and this guy wasn't even half-dead. The armor had to be the key, but Kalim didn't know how he'd shell these peanuts. He did, however, know the evening sun had just set and he was free to ditch his disguise. Scarlet lifted the car off of the ground with ease. Scarlet turned to ram Kalim with the vehicle when a new voice called out. "Everyone freeze!" Scarlet kept charging at Kalim and the woman with the shotgun fired three shots at Scarlet. The pellets grazed the armor revealing their workings underneath but that was quickly remedied as Scarlet continued their charge towards the Shadow Demon. Nugget screeched at the woman, "You damn fool, that's too far to use a shotgun!" while Kalim readied himself for the impact. At the moment of impact, he exploded into wisps of shadow and reformed behind Scarlet. He mumbled something and his skin and suit melted away, revealing an eight foot monstrosity. His skin seemed translucent, as if it was made of concentrated shadow but even so there were twinkles of light inside. It made him seem that he was either the night sky incarnate or that he contained a galaxy within him. He had a visible head, but it was hardly human. You could tell that it was roughly human-shaped, but two large spiny appendages jutted off of the top of it almost like horns and to the outside of those two, there were two more smaller horns. Set in the center of the head, were two glowing, purple orbs that seemed to be his eyes. He had a somewhat narrow neck that connected to the mass that was the torso. All of the flesh blended together so it was nigh impossible to see joints, but two long, narrow appendages stuck out of the sides--Kalim's arms. The arms met their end at his hands which had four fingers that seemed to be claws or spikes. His form looked as if he was wearing a poncho with ragged, tattered ends but Kalim was naked. Beneath the flowing shreds of smoky shadow, two decidedly pointed legs stabbed into the ground. There were no feet; his legs were like knife blades. A strange, black creature fluttered up and perched on Kalim's shoulder. Nugget had shed his feline facade revealing himself to be surprisingly no less adorable. He had no limbs; his body in its entirety was just a small ball with a face. Nugget's eyes shone like fire and he wore a small smirk as he stretched the wings that were attached to his head where ears would be and flitted his long, long tail about. His tail was roughly two feet long and given that Nugget's actual body was only about eight inches tall, it seemed huge for his size. The tail ended in a large arrow, much like the typical "devil" tail that looked like it was potentially quite sharp. This transformation had only taken an instant; to Kalim it was like removing a coat. Still moving forward with his momentum, Scarlet dug his feet in the dirt to stop himself. He didn't stop quickly enough and Kalim was upon him like a feral beast slashing with his wicked claws. Clutching a piece of the material before it repaired itself, Kalim rotated his hand to wind the material around his claws and PULLED.
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Post by Prime on Feb 1, 2011 1:18:23 GMT -5
Silver felt a sharp push as the car rammed into her, she spread eagled across the hood and bounce off the windshield, to land heavily behind the car, gasping for breath. She scrambled to her feet, the armor having protected her for the most part. Though the sharp change in direction had unsettled her organs.
She directed her short range cannons at the car, and started attempting to blow holes in it, her anger distracting her. She felt the team trying to pull her focus back, but she was scared and aggrivated beyond belief. The most powerful attacks had been directed at her, and she was becoming seriously unnerved.
Scarlet struggled under the black monstrosity, trying to throw it off. Sniper shots rang out, black particle energy striking at Kalim, but seemed merely to bend around his black skin and leave him unharmed. His very nature was denying the reality of the shots.
Scarlet howled as his suit was partially torn off, it was the first time his armor had been damaged enough for the pain feedback to really occure. He booted the shadow creature away from him heavily, breathing harshly as his suit sealed over his chest.
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Prime grinned with some satisfaction, violets team mates had been distracted. Sniper shots were no longer pounding at him, and though he was breathing heavily and bleeding freely, it felt at last like more of a fair fight. Blue sparked against violet in violent flashes as the young man continued to attack him, but Prime's superior experience was starting to show heavy.
He carved the armor open, here and there. Little things that gave away the direction of the fight, and saw it change. The violet clad man, deprived of backup, felt panic overtake him. Without their situational training, without all his team mates backing him up, his solitary strength wasn't measuring up to this swordsmen they'd been ordered to take out.
"Enough!" Prime bellowed, slapping violets guard aside and hammering his crystal blade through the young man. He heard a muffled gasp from inside the suit, and howling all around him. They had all reacted to the young man's pain, as though it were somehow feeding back through a telepathic link.
Prime carefully pushed the young man off his blade, the holes being sealed over by the armor suit. The other figures broke off, and gathered around their fallen comrade.
"We'll be back." They said together, before triggering an odd looking apparatus on their belts. They disappeared in a flash of violet lightning, the ground around Prime and his new comrades sparking with static electricity.
"Well," Prime said, "That was refreshing. Anyone have a first aid kit? I'm bleeding rather a lot."
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Post by Kuroboom on Feb 1, 2011 9:28:57 GMT -5
Prime had skewered Violet. The fight was over as the remaining enemy fighters vanished away, most likely using some sort of teleportation device. Nugget asked loudly, "What the hell was their problem?"
Kalim let out a sigh, though it didn't sound quite right coming from his demon form; it came out as more of a growl. He didn't like resorting to violence, but these people wanted his new companion dead. Thankfully Kalim hadn't killed anyone, but he wouldn't have felt too bad after how they had targeted Nugget.
Looking down to Prime, his voice came as at least four different tones blended into one. The effect was both amazing and mildly terrifying. "Do you have any adverse reaction to demon magic? I could heal you but some people are quite allergic to "black" magic." Kalim made air quotation marks with his vicious claws as he said that.
Remembering their mixed company, Kalim and Nugget reverted back into their disguises. The Shadow Demon and his Imp were unsure of the intentions of the vehicle full of what appeared to be government agents, but he was sure they could be dealt with should they bear any ill will.
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Post by Prime on Feb 12, 2011 0:49:24 GMT -5
Prime gave a mild grunt, "My human instinct says I should be terrified of you. But some other part of me seems to know you and your kind, and I do not find you to be a mere monster. The way you stand says something of your pride and honour, to me at least. I don't believe I'll have any adverse reaction." He said lengthily, then turned to the agents who'd joined the fight.
"Don't be shy, please come speak to us. I don't think either myself or my new friend here will bite, though I confess I'm not sure how to thank you for your help." Prime gestured for them to join himself and Kalim, and let the demon set about his work.
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Post by Kuroboom on Feb 12, 2011 11:33:52 GMT -5
"Nugget, I'm going to need your help on this one," Kalim's quad-channeled voice spoke. Nugget nodded and the pair moved to either side of Prime. Wispy, spectral strings slowly drew out of the tips of Kalim's claws. They drifted around each other until they touched at which point they instantly bonded into a much thicker cord that shone and pulsed like the rest of Kalim. On Nugget's side, a similar effect was coming from the ends of his wings and the ends of the bones that supported the membranes that made the wing's shape. His strings were bold and the same color as him, looking somewhat leathery once they bonded together. The pair's strings shot out and connected around Prime, forming orbs at the connections which seemed to hold the appearance that each spell caster's strings held and yet neither one at the same time.
After the orbs had grown a little, Nugget moved his wings together as Kalim did the same with his arms. The pair moved in perfect synchronization; they had obviously been working together a long time or were a naturally perfect pairing. Their movements were purposeful, and yet somehow elegant. The orbs moved into contact with Prime's wounds where they stuck like muck. Wherever they struck, they took the color of his blood. Nugget spread his wings as Kalim spread his fingers before reeling them backwards and then shooting their direction back at the wounded warrior. Orbs pulsed along the strings with the synchronized heartbeats of the shadow warriors and they took the color of Prime's blood once they hit their line's junctions. The red orbs pulsed with Prime's heartbeat into the wounds where they became blood, flesh, or skin as needed.
The entire process took less than two minutes after which, the pair reeled a bit as the strings vanished and coughed separately. They had used their own life force to repair their comrade, which left them slightly weakened until they could absorb enough darkness to rejuvenate themselves.
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Post by Prime on Feb 13, 2011 4:50:03 GMT -5
Prime sighed deeply as his wounds were lifted, "Aaaaaaah, thank you Kalim. And you Nugget, I feel a hell of a lot better for that." He said, fingering the now closed wounds. Scars still remained, but he was glad for them. They may not be pretty, but they reminded him of the mistakes he'd made. And hopefully wouldn't repeat in the future.
The one on his left shoulder blade was irritating though, it still itched furiously. And there was a tingling around it that left his arm feeling somewhat numb. He moved it in great circles until the sensations abated somewhat, with a ponderous facial expression as he did so. When he finally finished he looked around again.
"Er, are we at question and answer point yet, or is everyone still trying to wind down?" Prime asked cautiously.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 13, 2011 12:10:17 GMT -5
Rewind for a sec Price shook the impact and the airbag from his face. He glanced right to see Mortensen slammed awkwardly into her own airbag. He looked behind to check his other passengers, but out the back window he saw the silver suited person charging up another blast. "Incoming!" Price grabbed for his door's handle and shoved his weight into it, realizing only a moment too late that his seatbelt was still on. As he fumbled with the button, he saw Mortensen and Reagan tumble out of his peripheral vision. Milliseconds later, a beam of hot plasma tore through passenger side of the door, exiting out the cracked windshield. Price reeled back from the heat and smacked his hand into the buckle once more, almost feeling the hairs on the back of his hand light up. Click. Price shoved open his door again, only for it to get stopped by the concrete divider. He cursed and looked back just in time to duck under a plasma blast taking the top tip of his chair off. There was a shotgun blast. Price glanced out the still open passenger door to see Mortensen and Lawson had engaged the silver armored person. Reagan suddenly appeared with an outstretched hand. Good man. Price took the hand firmly and scrambled over the e-brake and out into the highway. The man got out just in time to see the armored units 'porting out. Mortensen and Lawson wasted no time and turning their weapons to the other three, who were now engaged in some kind of healing ritual. The agents gave them the courtesy of finishing before Lawson issued a, "Alright demons and gentleman. Saeptum Foundation here. No sudden movements. A human form would be nice, but it's not strictly necessary."
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Post by Kuroboom on Feb 13, 2011 16:13:56 GMT -5
Kalim glanced over at the agents with disbelief. He'd never heard of this group, nor did he care. Humans were always scrambling to control everything, which is one thing he disliked about them.
"Question, gentlemen. Who are you and what makes you think that one, you have any jurisdiction over me and two, that you could stop me even if you wanted to?" Kalim's voices seemed slightly raspy from the exertion earlier, but he continued, "Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the kindness in allowing us to patch this man up, but the weapons aren't necessary." Nugget took the opportunity to chime in, "Yeah, how'd ya feel if we held knives to your throats? You're not makin' a good first impression here." Kalim was now slightly sidetracked by his partner's comments and turned to say, "Well that's true, but they also referred to us as 'demons.' I suppose that's technically true for me, but still quite rude. I mean, I didn't look at them and be all 'Hey there, humans' or 'Hey there, apes.'" Nugget did nothing to return his attention to the armed agents and continued with the sidetracking, "Well by the looks of it, I'd hafta say they're government in which case you can't expect politeness, competency, or efficiency." Kalim chuckled at that.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 13, 2011 17:12:45 GMT -5
"Oh, that hurt. Do we really look as incompetent as government agents?" Lawson said, a small smile on his face. His gun was now pointing down, though Mortensen's was still aimed at the targets. "Mortensen, stand down."
"What, you think I'm just going to throw this down because the demon can crack a joke?"
"I said stand down. We're only here for damage control, and they've obviously stopped damaging things, wouldn't you say?"
"I say these bloody Powers just carved up a major highway and used large area of effect spells that could have any kind of effect on the surrounding environment and, lest we forget, might have murdered Phillips."
"And do we really want them murdering us with another area of effect spell? That's not very good damage control."
"Fine." Mortensen pointed the gun skyward. "Don't think I'm not watching them, though."
Lawson shook his head then turned back to the three Powers. "Sorry about that, guys. Women, right?" He chuckled to himself, but couldn't see any kind of expression change on any of the three, nor could he fathom one in their inhuman faces. "Anyway, we're agents from the Saeptum Foundation. My name is Agent Mark Lawson, the lady's Agent Mortensen, this guy over here is Price, and the kid shitting himself behind the car is Reagan. I guess the best description of our job is that we catalog any paranormal items or beings that turn up and just make sure they don't upset the status quo.
"You guys got names?"
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Post by Prime on Feb 15, 2011 4:31:32 GMT -5
Prime looked serious askance at the agents, before slowly putting his sword away and putting his hands out, palms up. "Would you mind calming down ever so slightly?" Prime asked, "First off, the more major collateral damage was caused by a group I assume has been funded by the government. That aside, the collateral damage appears to be your car, and this Integra. Which is a shame, its a nice car, but insurance does tend to cover that sort of thing."
He paused for a moment, thoughtfully, "Though I do admit, I'm unsure of how an insuring company might go about paying that out when there's a Power, a Demon, or an Angel involved. Though thankfully we haven't seen much of that last one, they tend to be big on acceptable losses and I'm pretty sure the higher planes are responsible for more deaths than the mischief of the lower ones."
He shook his head, trying to set himself back on track. "Sorry for the wandering thoughts, it seems that I like to speculate sometimes." He moved forwards, "My name is Prime," He said, holding out his hand.
"My new friends here are Kalim, and Nugget. It would appear they are demons, however in the world we live in, that isn't much cause for concern. You might as well be distressed that black people walk the streets, and seeing as how thats so heavily frowned upon these days, you might try giving Kalim and Nugget here the benefit of the doubt." Prime said,
"In fact, I believe the mere fact that they aren't trying to rip your throats out is strong encouragement to give them the benefit of the doubt. Demons do know something of Pride and Honour you know, perhaps more than humans do sometimes." He shook his head sadly, before gesturing at the snipers position.
"We should probably move though, I doubt they'll be to long. And they won't get distracted the second time, they'll focus us down. They've had a lot of training doing it," Prime said, fingering his new scars, "And though I don't want to sound boastful, they're very good at it."
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Post by Kuroboom on Feb 24, 2011 12:20:26 GMT -5
Kalim's skin stopped twinkling as it seemed to thicken and darken as he shrank down into his less conspicuous form. He stood a silhouette of himself until the darkness faded to reveal his attire from before, though his suit seemed to be repaired from the bullet holes from earlier. Nugget underwent a similar transformation until he settled into his feline appearance while perching on Kalim's shoulder.
"Prime here is correct. I know there's always the preconceived notion that we want to eat your souls or whatever, but my colleague and I are more treasure hunters than anything," came Kalim's bass voice. Nugget chided in, "And I'm an imp dammit!" Kalim gave Nugget a stroke under the chin and Nugget closed his eyes with content as his partner reminded him that these people probably didn't understand the classification differences between the various races.
"I can understand your concern with our abilities, Ms. Mortensen, but we only struck in retaliation and we haven't killed anyone." "Well Prime killed the shit outta that one guy," muttered Nugget. "Well, we haven't killed anyone and since we encountered our friend Prime at the mall, we've only witnessed him kill one person. Is that better?" "Much," replied Nugget with a mischievous look in his eye. Annoying people was probably one of his favorite things, especially Kalim since he tended to be a lot more proper than Nugget.
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Post by Prime on Mar 4, 2011 13:59:01 GMT -5
Prime sighed deeply, "How I wish that were true." Prime said to Nugget thoughtfully, "However the style of armor they were wearing has me wondering. I did stab him, that is true. But with current generation medical science, unless I stab him through the heart or the brain, its possible for him to survive. Since those suits seal themselves when damaged, he won't suffer bloodless as he normally would."
Prime paused thoughtfully, "I doubt we'll see him for a while. If they're using experimental technology, I'd say at least a few hours, perhaps even days. If they're using traditional medical science, he could recover in around a month. I stabbed him in the area of his liver, and there wasn't any bone resistance, so I don't think I hit the spinal cord. And the liver does possess immense self regenerative powers, of all the bodies organs. No, I think we'll see him again."
Prime grinned suddenly, "Though I can't say I'm unhappy. I don't know what their reasons are, but there should be more to life than kill kill and ask questions later. I'll be glad to give him a rematch someday, though hopefully on some friendlier terms."
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Post by Prime on Apr 5, 2011 5:32:41 GMT -5
Would someone mind posting please? I believe I've been quite patient in, you know, not bothering anyone about this terms.
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Post by Kuroboom on Apr 5, 2011 10:59:39 GMT -5
I'm fairly certain it's ch00bs' turn.
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Post by Prime on Jun 17, 2011 11:03:28 GMT -5
Guh, I really want to get this rolling damnit. The rest of the storyline would make no sense if this doesn't finish, and I'm freaking loath the go out of chronological order, I have a story to tell, probably the first arcing storyline the site has seen. Not counting Pohatus pet project, but its disjointed and out of order. Mine is more traditional and meant to invoke emotion, and it will, if I have anything to say about it.
Anyone who'd like to jump in and complicate things right about now, FEEL FREE, consider all this the setting for a new topic, and make your entrances. I'll auto where I need to, in order to get this thing rolling. To a minimum of course, but enough to make my storyline move. I've become more than a little impatient, and you all know how I normally am about badgering people in the RP. I have done none of this, I've politely reminded people over the last little while. Thats it.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jun 17, 2011 11:48:29 GMT -5
NAIC: The first arcing storyline the site has ever seen?
Bulbs says hi.
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Post by Prime on Jun 17, 2011 11:49:20 GMT -5
Bulbs needs to finish his arcing storylines....
Unless he actually finished Crystals while I was away.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 15, 2011 21:30:36 GMT -5
"It would be great if Saeptum could get some of that healing tech," Price said offhandedly. "Would've been great to not sit around nursing a broken arm for an entire summer."
"Don't delude yourself. Saeptum has the stuff, but a field agent isn't worth the cost of operation," Lawson said, half smirk still on his face. It faded as he pushed up his sunglasses and turned to Kalim, Nugget, and Prime. "Anyway, gentlemen from this world and another, we can offer sanctuary at the nearest Saeptum site to nurse any injuries. Though of course, conditions: we'll need information on who you are and possibly basic information about your abilities and origins. This will be entirely for confidential research as well as a background check to make sure we are not aiding known criminals. If you do not want to disclose this information, you are free to leave, but do know we have been recording all this so it's not like you will go completely anonymous.
"Now unfortunately, our car is a total wreck, even without Reagan's piss stains, and we don't know how otherworldly beings will react with our teleportation sites, and to top that all off, the nearest Saeptum building is kilometers off in," Lawson paused to look both ways down the highway, "that direction."
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Post by Prime on Jul 16, 2011 8:20:50 GMT -5
"I don't think I'd have any negative reaction to teleportation, but I can't say for Kalim there." Prime said, looking over the wrecked vehicles.
"Yeah I don't think any of these are going to move again." He sighed, "I can tell you my name is Prime, but thats about it. My memories are causing me some amount of trouble at the moment, to say it lightly. Can't tell you anything about what I am either, because I don't really know. Seems like if I pick up something that has the potential to be sharp, it does, and that's about it."
Prime picked up a rock to demonstrate, and it slowly become a well planed and angled stone spearhead. He spun it between his fingers and it becomes a short handled knife with a large blade, and only enough hilt for two fingers.
He threw it back onto the ground and shrugged, "Don't know how or why it works, I can only hope I'll find out in time." He said, as the knife returned to being a mere stone.
A static field suddenly dropped around the group, static skipped around on the street, arcing into the cars dangerously. Prime fervently hoped that no fuel had started leaking.
Another sniper shot range out, narrowly missing Kalim. Another shop slammed into Prime's shoulder, elicting a new fountain of blood from his arm. He clapped his hand to his shoulder with a grunt, gasping in pain.
"This way!" A voice said loudly, causing everyone to look around.
A tall man with sandy brown hair, mouse brown eye's, and a handsome angular face looked at the group. He wore an oddly red gauntlet, like it had light moving inside it in waves. Aside from that he wore a no sleeved shirt and jeans, over a tall lean frame. He gestured quickly for them to follow him.
"Through here!" He said quickly, walking through a doorway framed in dim grey light. There was a hallway on the other side, made of stone. Cold and imposing, but to Prime infinitely more welcome than another sniper round. He jumped through, stumbling at a sudden change of elevation, and came to a halt in the cold stone passageway.
"Move!" The mousy haired man said, pulling Prime out of the way so his friends could follow him through. "Not everyone wants to join the club you're in man," He said, gesturing to Prime's shoulder.
"Thanks for the save man, whats your name?" Prime asked,
"It's Aaron, and you?"
"Prime," He said shortly, turning back to the doorway, wanting to see them all get through.
"Come through!" He yelled, "It doesn't look like a trap or anything!"
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 4, 2011 10:36:35 GMT -5
"Huh. Interesting," Lawson said, watching Prime transmute new blades. "Though I meant that you'd have to explain it to the techs over at the Foundation. We're just the delivery boys, not the brains. So, I guess we'll—" As soon as Lawson felt the hairs on his arms shift, he ducked behind the wreckage of the car. Price and Mortensen did the same almost as fast as he did, though Reagan just had this bewildered look on his face until Prime's shoulder exploded, after which he dove straight to the ground and didn't make it behind any cover. Mortensen shifted around the car so that it was between her and where she thought the sniper was at. "Reagan, you arse, get behind something!" The kid looked up briefly, his body shaking, and tried to shuffle toward the car. Another shot rang out and he stopped short. " Bloody hell." Mortensen dashed toward Reagan while crouched low, grabbed him under the arm and literally dragged him back, the kid's legs finally starting to work well enough to push himself along. She ducked her head behind the car frame and pulled him behind just in time for a chunk of scrap metal and fiber glass to go flying from a bullet impact. "Come through!" someone yelled. "It doesn't look like a trap or anything!" Price and Lawson turned to see Prime going through a portal with someone new. Mortensen was too busy trying to slap some balls into Reagan to do more than glance up. "What do you say?" Price asked. "Oh it, doesn't look like a trap! It must be fine to go throu—" A surge of static electricity sparking off the car frame interrupted him. "Looks better than here, that's what I say." Price just nodded. "Mortensen, Reagan, follow us through the door!" Lawson called. As soon he saw Mortensen's nod, he booked it to the portal, diving through as another sniper shot impacted the pavement where he jumped off. Price wasn't far behind, taking advantage of the sniper's readjust time to run straight through. "Reagan, on your feet, I can't drag you to the door, too." "A-alright." "Let's go, or do you need me to hold your bloody hand, too?" "No," Reagan said, getting to his feet and getting ready to sprint. "Let's go." Mortensen nodded, then began to sprint. Reagan followed close behind. Then Mortensen's head exploded, bits of of brain and blood and bone splattering onto Reagan' shirt. The kid almost tripped over the body and stumbled through the threshold. I can't take Reagan seriously because I keep misspelling his name as Reagain or Reageon
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