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Post by Beelzebibble on Jan 31, 2007 7:50:03 GMT -5
Terrian and seven duplicates assumed the four corners of the roof, two to a corner. "Feel free to blow up any time you feel like it, universe," one of them muttered.
OOC: Short, but fighting a clone of Prime would probably not be conducive to a new character's health... or life.
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Post by prime on Jan 31, 2007 14:37:54 GMT -5
Prime scowled. "Shit, its a reality infraction. I HATE reality infractions!" He spat, looking at the clone that was not a clone, but a version of Prime from an alternate reality. It only had an impression of what it was suppost to do, now that it'd been summoned. And that was...kill. Prime cursed, "Everyone get down!" He yelled, the other Prime was already building some seriously armageddon type energies around himself. Prime locked his tendrils of energy in place, keeping the building above the water, and walked off the edge into open air, heading for his copy. "What weakness in myself lies in you." He muttered. Copy Prime lashed out, unimaginable energy's breaking over shields that suddenly flashed around Prime's body. "This could take a while..."
He turned towards the others for a moment, power still lashing out and breaking over his shields. "Get in the building, this is shortly going to get to heated for me to defend you. One of these buildings should be able to protect you, they're displaced from reality." He yelled, then turned back to deal with his alternate. He held out his hand, eye's briefly shining white, and then the world around him erupted in a concussive blast of nuclear magnitude.
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Post by ch00beh on Jan 31, 2007 20:48:56 GMT -5
Rie dropped back into her human shape above the building. She tucked herself into a tight roll to disperse the falling energy when she hit the platform. Untucking, Rie caught a glimpse of the real Prime confronting the clone. "This could be bad," she muttered monotonously, and shortly thereafter, the two reality shifters blew up.
Simply on instinct, Rie shifted into a parallel reality. Her ethereal form, barely visible to the naked eye, stayed in the current reality, keeping her mind anchored to its home. The two Primes would only be from two different planes of existence, so she wouldn't be hit by the blast wave, unless she accidentaly hit the Prime' (hehe, Prime prime) reality, which was a one in infinity chance.
Just as she hoped, the shockwave washed over her, merely giving her an uncomfortable tingly feeling. Matter and energy were only contained in their plane of origin. Magic, on the other hand, was not. Rie shifted back to her home reality, but didn't get any closer to the battle.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 1, 2007 15:19:42 GMT -5
"Terrian!" Helen shouted, realizing how vulnerable her newfound friend was. Unlike the others, he hadn't shown superhuman resistance to damage or evasive capacities. And she didn't know if he was one of those people who put their life force into their clones. If one of them got injured, it might be really bad for him. She drew a dagger from a concealed pocket on the back of her dress, and clutched it before her.
"Cold, keen edged knife, One moment of life!"
The dagger dissolved, and instantly, shields formed around her and her vulnerable allies. The shields took a beating, but managed to maintain at least long enough to block the first nasty explosion.
"We've got to get inside!" Helen dove down, dismissing her spell and hitting the roof, hard. She staggered to her feet, fumbling for another spell component. As she produced a piece of wool, a lance of flame burnt the material from her hands. Helen panicked and stepped back, dropping the smoldering remnants.
"You forget that Prime' is not the only threat here." The scholar's eyes turned orange as he began readying another spell.
"I feel low for doing this, but... Blades of the gods' wrath, dance across the earth! Lightning!" Helen chanted, a thunderbolt crashing down before the man and singing him. It was a powerful spell, but Helen's inexperience with the more common forms of magic showed. The man grinned back at her.
"Weakling! You should learn the basics if you hope to be great!" The man turned his side to them, extending his right hand. "Stellar Scattershot." Instantly, dozens of small balls of energy began rocketing from the man's hands, exploding on whatever they hit with a considerable ammount of force. Helen fell to the ground, covering her head as the attack battered her relentlessly.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 1, 2007 15:40:43 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks, Lee.
The eight Terrians formed a circle around Helen, Rie and Damien as the energy hail continued. "It's all right!" whispered the original Terrian, standing farthest from the mage. "The duplicates don't feel pain."
A ball of energy struck one of the duplicates. Sure enough, he grinned. "Looks like I'm not your man," he told the mage.
Yet the original Terrian buckled slightly and wheezed. "But I get a taste of the pain instead," he said, still at a barely-audible volume. "Look, I'm going to be useless until I get my hands on a few weapons. How exactly are we getting inside? Are we going to have to ask this guy politely, or what? Somehow I don't think killing him is going to help us."
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Post by prime on Feb 1, 2007 18:46:40 GMT -5
Prime scowled at his alternate, darted forwards, and kicked him in the stomach. The fake went flying, creating a large, rapidly lengthening line in the earth, through water and stone as well. As soon as Prime was sure he was far enough away, he teleported in beside Helen. "Here!" He said quickly to Terrian, holding out his hands, two rods slowly materialised below them, imbedded in the stone of the building. "Just say what you want them to be, and that's what they'll become." He said, then held his palm towards the stone, trying to force the bonds aside. He scowled for a moment, sweat breaking out over his face. "Shit. Its to strong." He whipped his hand towards the old man up in the sky, four tendrils of white energy wrapping themselves around him, and threw his down into the building. The stone opened like clay, and the old man passed harmlessly through. "Follow him, now! I can't afford to have you out here!"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 1, 2007 22:42:55 GMT -5
Helen plunged through the gaping hole in the building, following the man. She crashed into a crate, bouncing sideways and landing on her posterior. The crate tipped over, and thousands of tiny, marble-like objects went clattering across the floor of the storeroom. Helen stopped, watching as they rolled across the floor and dispersed. She went to turn towards the man, and felt some thin, weak hands seizing her wrists. A handcuff like object was latched around her wrist. She spun to punch the man, but he levitated, absorbing the blow with little damage.
"You have now been bound with a band of restriction. You won't be able to use magic until you manage to work it off." The man turned to leave, as the roof began to seal and darken the room. "One other thing, lady and your company... Those are spell beads, magic that instantly triggers the moment you touch them. Some are healing spells, some are offensive spells... Some just outright do something peculiar. You may want to watch where you step."
The man pointed at the door, a magic glow surrounding it. The moment he stepped outside and closed the door, it began creeping across the wall, sliding along as if it were being moved. Helen swore silently to herself as the door relocated itself, and the roof finished sealing. Hopefully, some of the others had managed to get in before it closed.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 2, 2007 1:54:04 GMT -5
Rie lightly dropped into the hole, her black cloak fluttering down behind her as she landed. Her eyes quickly darted around at the marbles. "Shit, magic," she muttered to no one in particular. She shifted her hand into an alternate plane and tried to push through the floor, but couldn't get past.
"My powers are pretty much trumped in here," she said. "Hmm..."
The girl pulled out a pistol and shot one of the beads. It exploded in a violent manner. "There goes my plan. Any ideas?"
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 2, 2007 8:21:21 GMT -5
Terrian had landed behind Helen and was busy absorbing the duplicates back into himself, trying to occupy as little floor space as possible. "Ow, ow," he groaned as a couple of beads burst into tiny flames or sparks beneath his duplicates' feet.
Now that he was one, he stood as still as possible. "Any pattern to these little guys? Color coding, maybe? They've got the whole spectrum covered." He checked his pockets for the umpteenth time, but of course he hadn't brought any firearms to the little cafe in Olivine. "Arsenal, I need an arsenal..."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 2, 2007 9:09:26 GMT -5
"I've got nothin'." Helen muttered, looking through her pockets by touch alone. "That dagger was all I had on me. I usually just magic up a broadsword when I need a weapon... And that's not gonna happen right now."
"Generally, red means fire, blue means ice, and yellow means electricity. But some of these are healing magic or something else entirely, so we can't trust standard issue color coding, I think. Besides, my eyes aren't quite good enough to make out the beads in the shadows. Could you shapeshift a light source, like a firefly sort of thing?"
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 2, 2007 22:50:07 GMT -5
"Firefly? Well, I could make the shape, but the internal chemistry wouldn't happen," Rie said. "But I do have this." She brought out a flashlight. "My eyes have been altered to work well in any lighting condition, so I keep forgetting normal people are basically blind."
She tossed the large metal rod to Helen.
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Post by Damien on Feb 3, 2007 13:32:49 GMT -5
Damien stepped cautiously around the small orbs making sure not to make contact with any of them. Pulling a small leather pouch from his pocket he carefully scooped a bunch of the marble like objects up, trying desperately not to touch any of them with his hands for fear of blowing one off. Perhaps they could be useful later, if he could figure them out.
"Any suggestions on getting out of here?" Damien asked tying the cord threaded through the top of the pouch and placing it gently in his pocket.
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Post by prime on Feb 3, 2007 14:09:25 GMT -5
OOC: I feel the need to point out, Pohatu, that I had Prime give your character two metal rodes which have the peculiar property of transforming into any weapon he wishes.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 3, 2007 16:43:56 GMT -5
OOC: Aw snap!
"Let's see..." Terrian held the rods out in front of him. "Um, two Glock 23's, please."
The rods immediately began to stretch and shrink in his hands. Startled, he dropped them to the floor, setting off a few more orbs (one of which released several extremely large bubbles that floated lazily up to the ceiling and left small craters where they popped). By the time Terrian picked the rods back up, they had become two perfectly identical guns. "Not bad."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 6, 2007 15:44:00 GMT -5
Helen shifted the flashlight around in the palm of her hand. "Hmmm..." She fiddled with it a little, and the light snapped on, blinding her momentarilly. As her eyes adjusted, the form of the door became much more apparent. It had settled in the far corner of the room from them, maybe fifteen feet away at most. She snapped her fingers, and produced a large sandwich bag from inside her hat. It contained a substantial ammount of popcorn, popped long ago and now stale and unpleasant to the touch.
She ripped the bag open, and threw its contents helter-skelter, like some manner of confetti. Most spells triggered went off with little protest, simply hissing slightly or going out in sparks. Helen strode forward, reasonably sure that she could reach the door like this, when disaster struck. A volatile spell, triggered by Helen's ministrations, exploded in a screaming wall of icy wind. The spheres were sent careening into the walls, exploding violently as they struck. As Helen caught herself, having tumbled wildly when the storm had first occured, she noticed that it was not fading. The windstorm had formed into a miniature tornado, wildly twisting around the room as if it was guarding the door. Most of the spheres had been dealt with, but this could prove to be even more trouble...
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Post by prime on Feb 7, 2007 23:40:59 GMT -5
"Well thats nice." Prime said, suddenly appearing right beside Helen. He noted the surprised looks on they're faced, then explained. "I'm not the actual Prime, this is a projection. An Avatar, if you will, of my personality, power, and intent. However, since I'm currently doing battle with an alternate version of myself-"
Light flared and they all felt a sub-sonic rumble travel through the building shaking the filling in they're teeth.
"Sorry about that." Prime said apologetically. "That one was rather vicious. In any case, my power here is severely limited, due to the asshole I'm fighting out there." He had a reflective look for moment, then shrugged. "Sorry, just wondering what anyone else thinks of me, seeing as I've just called myself an asshole." He shrugged, than looked at the tornado. "Any idea's what we should do about that?" He asked curiously.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 8, 2007 0:52:25 GMT -5
"Well, I'd try phasing, seeing as the tornado isn't made of actual energy, but I'd rather not take the chance of getting torn to shreds," Rie said monotonically. She shrugged.
"But, judging from the tornado, I'd say it either moves around randomly or follows some sort of something." Realizing how vague she sounded, she added, "I mean that it moves on its own. The geezer ain't controlling it. You can tell because it lacks that certain surgical precision he has."
Rie picked up a nearby crate as if it were a cardboard box. "Now I wonder if that certain something is motion." She threw the crate in the tornado's general direction.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 17, 2007 23:43:29 GMT -5
Though the tornado did not shift from the spot, it sucked the crate in almost effortlessly, the box curving directly into the swirling vortex and joining the other materials getting drawn in. "Well, looks like we're dealing with a thug of a tornado. So I guess they're just muscling us along this time." She looked toward Prime, Rie, Terrian and Damien.
"We have to either take this S.O.B. down, or get through hurricane force winds. I'm not gonna be much help either way, unless somebody breaks these cuffs." Helen said with a pathetic smile, hoping somebody had a better plan. She pulled over a crate, leaned her wrists on it, and cleared her throat. "Preferably somebody who won't disfigure my hands, swing away."
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 17, 2007 23:53:09 GMT -5
Rie picked up Helen's cuffed hands. "This might tingle," she muttered. The girl concentrated on the hand holding the cuffs, and both she and the cuffs became an ethereal version of themselves. Rie lifted the magical hand cuffs straight through Helen's wrists and tossed them away before phasing back to the plane that everyone else was in.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 18, 2007 3:02:49 GMT -5
"Okay, now I can work my magic, pardon the pun." Helen stated, and drew something from her hat. "I can't dispell it. It's way too well crafted for that... But I can bend it somewhat, so we can fight it." She clutched the component, and chanted.
"Coin of the toll, Grant the wind a soul!"
The tornado stopped spinning, slowly sinking downwards to the floor. It balled up for a second, and then rose again, still composed of an almost opaque wind, now shaped like a rough humanoid figure. It spoke with the voice of the breeze in reeds, a hurricane ripping through a marsh, desolate wind on the mountainside.
"Who dares to pass?" The wind elemental querried.
"We do." Was the response, as Helen extended a hand, a large broadsword inlaid with amethyst appearing in her palm. She hefted it like it was the tool of her trade, familiar to her. "I think it should be vulnerable now. He's still tough, though."
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 18, 2007 7:44:09 GMT -5
"So you're saying these will actually be able to do something?" Terrian walked to both corners of their side of the room. Each Terrian raised a gun and fired.
The wind elemental snarled and deflected the bullets with a forceful breeze. Then it used a gust to lift Terrian and his duplicate into the air and pull them toward the elemental.
"Can't see this ending well," the duplicate remarked rather needlessly.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 19, 2007 22:41:04 GMT -5
Rie phased into her ethereal form again and jogged up to both Terrians. Her hands shifted back into the normal plane and took a hold of them, and she concentrated, bringing them to her parallel reality. The girl dragged them away before shifting everyone back to their home reality.
"Huh. Guess he only does stuff to the air particles in one dimension," she thought aloud. With that she phased back out and transformed into a cheetah. Quickly, she accelerated in her ethereal form at the wind elemental, leaped into the air, shifted back, then transformed into a rhinoceros, her horn ready to impale the elemental.
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Post by prime on Feb 20, 2007 4:44:09 GMT -5
Prime heaved a deep sigh, then held out both of his hands. He scowled in concentration, beats of sweat breaking out over his skin as black energy gathered in his palms. His eyebrow twitched twice, and his jaw clenched. "HYA!" He yelled, a blast of black energy impaling the elemental totally and stopping it dead, then slowly forcing it back against the wall with a great force. He snapped his fingers contemptuously, and the elementals wings exploded, sending the beads everywhere. Another snap of his fingers froze them in the air.
"Ouch!" Prime said spaztically, rubbing his jaw. "My dubble got me a good one while I diverted the energy..." He muttered, then motioned at the doorway behind what used to be the elemental. "Ladies first." He said generously.
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Post by Damien on Feb 20, 2007 14:46:08 GMT -5
OOC: Not wanting to bitch but this isn't gonna be much fun if Prime keeps solving all the problems like they are nothing. I know that compared to the other characters in this topic he might as well be jesus (Especially My own character and Pohatu's since they are basically normal humans with a special ability.) but I think it'd be better for Prime to hold back a little so that the other can have a little more to do.
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Post by prime on Feb 20, 2007 18:18:06 GMT -5
OOC: Fine, I'll sit back and do very little. However, I don't want to spend half the topic on a friggin wind elemental that happens to be filled with little splodie balls. That just sucks.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 20, 2007 20:57:16 GMT -5
OOC: I have more of a problem with you killing it in one blast of energy. Sure, go ahead and kill it, just, ya know, use at least a compound sentence instead of a declarative one. After you got that down, we might even be able to move up to compound- complex sentences. Might be rushing things a bit though.
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