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Post by Kuroboom on Sept 1, 2011 14:58:24 GMT -5
As the bullet whizzed by Kalim, he scanned the horizon looking for a muzzle flash. Another bullet whizzed by striking the car and the Demon decided it would be best to analyze the situation in a safer manner, and sank into the ground becoming a shadow. In the dim twilight, he was barely visible but the true benefit of the form was that it was nigh impervious to physical damage.
A portal opened up and after a brief exchange, Prime declared it to be safe. Kalim wasn't in the position to argue but he did have reason to be cautious. Nugget had no such second thoughts, and a bit of shadow broke off of Kalim and merged into Prime's shadow as he ventured into the tunnel.
Two of the agents ran through fine, then the second pair ran for it and one was struck down by the fire. "There we are," he thought as he finally detected a tiny spec of light. Rising out of the ground for an instant, he screamed something intelligible to mortal ears. He then sank back into the dirt moving as a wave rather than a shadow. He overtook Mortenson's body, absorbing it into the wave, and darted into the tunnel.
Meanwhile, at the sniper's location a cloud appeared directly above. It was black and glimmered softly, looking almost identical to the night sky. The only thing that would have set it apart would be the fact that there seemed to be thousands of tiny whispers. The glimmers pooled together in one large, buzzing, ivory orb and descended. Kalim had summoned the "tooth faeries" and they were hungry for calcium.
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Post by Prime on Oct 20, 2011 9:12:30 GMT -5
Archer lined up his bulky weapon for another shot on the demon, then paused. He could hear a chittering sound, and he shifted slowly to look around. Left, right, clear. Nothing but forest. The sound was getting louder though, and it didn't sound like just one thing. It gave the impression of being something like...a swarm.
His head jerked up as little black creatures surrounded him, he grabbed one and crushed it on the log he was braced on, but they were everywhere. His suit started flashing up warnings, iron and silicone bladders were running low. The little bastards were eating pieces of the armor, and it was running out of resources to replace the nanomachines.
"Shit!" Archer cursed, "I'm pulling out, got little baby fairy things eating my damn suit!" He slammed his hand into the teletrigger on his belt, and the world around him flashed with static eletricity and he was pulled out. A few of the little fairys came with him.
"Get them off me damnit!" Archer yelled at the surprised technicians, his follows in their various armor suits came to his aid, pulling them off him and crushing them. They all stood panting as the last came off. The technicians were standing as far back as possible, practically pissing themselves in their labcoats.
"Thanks for being so helpful!" Archer boomed, the technicians covering their ears at the volume the suit broadcasted at. He looked around the room, same as when they left. There was a large vial in the center of it, and aside from the platform they were on, it was a completely round sphere. Pure white, almost painful to look at.
The vial had four evenly spaced handles, and the interior was seperated into four chambers. One of them was already full of violet liquid.
"Suits off," The order came through their subconcious link, and the remaining three walked over to grab the handles. As they did, their suits liquified, absorbed into the handles and filled the empty chambers. Red, Violet, Silver, and Green.
They all tried to shake the tension out of their arms, looking around at each other.
"Where's the kid?" Archer asked, looking at Blake and Serena. Blake was a large, heavily muscled black man. He had reasons for working in the team, but he didn't share them. But then, it was like that for most of them.
Serena looked pensive, she bit her lip, and pointed at the wall. Serena didn't like Powers because her children had been killed because of collateral damage, and she practically went wild in combat. Outside of it, it was hard to believe she could even commit an act of violence.
Archer, first name Zack, glanced at the wall. A mildly transparent membrane barely allowed the shame of a human form to be made out.
"Jesus, is Ryan going to be ok?" Zack asked,
One of the technicians nodded, "Yeah he'll be alright. Had to hurt like hell though. He was stabbed in the liver, would've lost a hell of a lot of blood is not for the suit. But he's in the nanobath now, it'll help repair the damage and prevent anymore."
A huge breath wooshed out of Zack, "Good, excellent." He said, hastily trying to cover up his wash of emotion. It was like that for all of them though, they spent so much time training and subconciously linked to each other, they couldn't help but love each other. They didn't take a lot of vacation time, few wondered why.
"So what now?" Blake asked, "What about the target?"
Commander Sovergn walked into the room, "For now, you don't worry about it."
Everyone in the room snapped to attention immidiately, though the Commander gestured for ease. Few actually relaxed however, standing stiffly.
"In two days, alias Prime will be in our hands, and we'll start a new field of development. You'll all be there to help assure his capture, don't concern yourselves. But for now, you rest." Sovergn said, "Just don't fail a second time, or Director Talmen is likely to lose her head."
"Sir!" Came the collective voice of all in the room.
"We're in deep shit," Serena said. Blake smiled, though he nodded all the same.
"Deep shit indeed," Zack muttered.
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"Glad to see you all made it through ok," Aaron said warmly, "However before we let you leave, especially you," He said, gesturing to the agents, "You'll have to sign a binding contract preventing you from speaking on what you see here."
"Er, and whats to prevent us from just leaving?" Prime asked.
Aaron smiled, "There are no doors."
Prime scowled thoughtfully, from one trap into another. One could only hope the second one wouldn't be so heavily lined with death. He looked around, seeing that he and his surprising companions were standing in a vast hall. Stone ceiling help up with massive stone pillars, it all looked very old.
He felt nervous, and caught himself almost hoping someone would attack him. There wasn't a lot of time for nerves when someone was trying to end your life, but here there was to much time for nerves. He wondered if his companions were nervous, then caught himself and tried to reign in his thoughts.
"So, what are we going to learn here?" Prime asked, "Looks rather empty at the moment." He said, gesturing to the pillars.
"Every arch of every pillar leads somewhere, but you can only use them if you know where they go." Aaron said, putting a finger to one of the pillars.
A small mirror appeared in the air, then enhanced itself to the size of a door, then double doors. As it finished growing, it revealed the image of a drawing room. A long wooden table, with several elegant chairs, and walls covered in books.
"Come with me," Aaron said, walking through the mirror. It shimmered and rippled slightly as he walked through it, distorting the image.
He turned to look back at them expectantly.
Prime looked around as his companions, and shrugged.
"I honestly don't see that we have a lot of other choice." He said, and followed Aaron into the room. Inside, it looked like a fairly normal drawing room, aside from seeing his companions through the glassy surface of the portal.
There were two more arches in the room, one for a closet sized door, and another larger one that matched the one he'd entered from. Looking behind him again, he saw the mirror image his companions stood in, was frame with wood. The other arches were filled with smooth polished wood, you wouldn't be able to walk through them. So he imagined they created similar ports.
"Please have a seat," Aaron said, his red gauntleted hand clanked metallically as he grabbed a few glasses and a bottle with a dark gold liquid in it.
Prime frowned, but sat down anyways, carefully putting pressure on his wounded shoulder. It was still bleeding, and would likely be for a while yet. He groaned as Aaron pushed the now full glass across the table to him, whiskey. He grunted appericiatively, and took a long pull. He hoped fervently the liquire might make his shoulder stop throbbing, though he rather doubted it.
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Post by Kuroboom on Jun 20, 2012 7:53:06 GMT -5
Who's turn is it?
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Post by Kuroboom on Jun 22, 2012 23:33:11 GMT -5
Once Kalim was on the other side, the portal snapped shut. He rose from the black puddle in his human form with the mostly headless body of Mortenson in his arms. Kalim deposited the body at the feet of her team. "My condolences," he said. "I'm not sure what your protocol is, but I felt it would be best to bring the body as it allows you to properly bury your comrade and prevents your enemies from gathering any intelligence that may have been on her." Lawson nodded and slung the body over his shoulder. Lawson and Price only looked a little worse for the wear, but Reagan looked like he was about to go into shock. There was a sudden pressure on Kalim's right shoulder as a cat leapt onto it.
Kalim turned his attention to Aaron. In his mind he scoffed at the idea that their location was inescapable, but his face remained blank. Still, he had agreed to follow Prime around for a bit so he followed the group through the looking glass. Once inside, he took the seat he was offered but Kalim and Nugget both refused the drink. The two of them had enough world experience to not accept fluids from strangers, regardless if they had just saved your life. He leaned forward in his chair, calmly awaiting the explanation for who the hell Aaron was and why he saved them.
OOC: Short and choppy, but I think this is my first RP post in like a year.
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