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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 25, 2008 23:01:41 GMT -5
History repeats itself. I'm rereading the story, deciding on the final way to do the poem, and then I'm going to make finish this for good.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 26, 2008 0:39:16 GMT -5
OOC: This actually inspired me to give Blaise another chance… We’ll see how it goes after I finish this. Also, here’s Prime’s post to cover the whole of the RP while he was gone. (This all is part 1 of the ending. Part 2 will be the poem, which I'm composing right now.)
BIC: (Prime) Prime watched the hole close behind his companions, and set a small part of his consciousness to watch and help them along, then turned to the other Prime. He was charging another shot, strings of light webbing outwards and twisting from between his hands. His figure was almost totally luminescent, and reality rippled like water upon the ground below him, which was further exaggerated by the muddy, bog-like terrain. "For sake of simplicity, I think I'll call you Primus. 'Other Me' is somewhat tedious." Prime said, heaving a deep sigh. Primus raised his hands above his head, and flung the energy at Prime. The white energy, growing and collapsing like some ghost of an ethereal star, whisked across the intervening distance. Prime raised his hand, a slightly transparent white barrier of energy forming between himself and the attack. It slammed violently against the shield, sparking out in every direction and laying gouges in ithe earth, before finally sputtering out and dying against the shield.
Prime flashed into existence behind Primus, who turned only quickly enough to see the blazing white punch that barreled into his jaw. The man went flying, only to have Prime appear in his path and hit him again, and again, and repeatedly until Primus literally exploded with energy to get the attacks to stop. They both hovered, looking each other over. Neither of them had taken any real damage, most of it had simply been shrugged off. Prime thought the matter over furiously, worried about his companions, and the planet as well. At this rate, neither of the two would last. That old man really had no idea what he'd done. He had to change the location, Primus was still evaluating.
A violet spark appeared above Prime's index finger, slowly, he hovered down to touch the ground with it. A black hole appeared in the earth, rimmed with shimmering violet energy. The hole rapidly expanded from Prime's finger to cover and area of half a mile, then suddenly stopped. "We don't belong here." Prime said, and the newborn portal suddenly shot upwards, taking both incarnations of Prime to a different place. They reappeared standing on the flat golden neutronium core of Jupiter, a completely uniform surface from horizon to horizon, even larger than Earth. The 'air' was filled with hazy brown and red dusts, no light intruded from the sun, only the feint pre-fusion glow from Jupiter's core below them.
Time to let loose. Prime thought, looking at his opposite. It suddenly seemed to realize it wasn't a distraction anymore, and suddenly it seemed as though a white hot sun was coming over the opposite horizon. Prime emulated him, bringing the full brunt of his power into effect. For this battle, nothing in reality would be certain anymore, the power they were putting out was already igniting the fusion reaction dormant in Jupiter. A white lance crossed between the two opposites, seeming to impale each other. It flashed out, and a star-field of white explosions followed it. The white glows that were Prime and Primus flashed in and out of existence, and moved rapidly across the Neutronium battlefield.
The light tripled when the two glows met, anyone capable of looking seeing only the blurred outlines of two human figures weaving a storm of unnatural steel around them. Their display was unrivaled, moving beyond what humans were capable of seeing, or comprehending. Their attacks moved through unknown layers of reality, and even broke it in places. Black dots floated among the huge white aura's, marking the places where the universe had died. When the broke apart, white lances blazed across the battlefield once more, trying to pin each other down and bring down his opposite.
The aftermath of the focused attacks started to blow away chunks of the neutronium core, and huge sections of Jupiter's gasses were expelled violently into space. The shock-waves from physical attacks were so intense, they created giant new storms on Jupiter's surface that flickered in and out of existence. Some of them even reached out high enough to swallow one of Jupiter's moons. The burning moon, Io, slowly descended to smash into Jupiter's center, right on top of the two Prime's. They ignored it, kicking pools of molten lava towards each other as distractions, only to reappear behind the other to slam their opponent viciously into a volcanoes side.
The fusion reaction ignited in earnest around them, and spread out quickly from Jupiter's core. The unbalance of Io's fall caused the other moons to be swallowed, one by one. The growing mass and pressure allowed the reaction to continue in earnest. Prime fought on amidst a fire even Hector would fear. The aftermath of the white lances the two generated blew clear holes into the swirling plasma around them, creating a complete vacuum, before the plasma rushed back in and creation a type of fission thunder, arcing outwards in unimaginably huge red lances dangerous even to the two Primes. Primus came away from the first unexpected lance with a blazing red mark on his shoulder.
Prime appeared behind him with a neutronium sword, and focused a limitless amount of energy into his attack. The cleaving down-stroke cut the neutronium core of the planet in half, but only severed Primus' hand, which quickly regrew. With a vicious punch to Prime's jaw, the two teleported away. Jupiter churned and continued to burn in their wake, it glowed a blue, newborn star as it finished the startup of its nuclear fusion reaction. It was a pleasant, deep blue light, occasionally on earths night side, and occasionally hidden behind the sun. (Lee, I find the image of this way to romantic to put out myself.)
The two fought on, reappearing through tears in space into emptiness. No longer worrying about fallout, energy with the density of stars lashed out against the opposites, crashing over shields the size of oceans. Ripples in reality cause blazing white wormholes to open around them, taking them to different places at the battle raged on. The center of a violet nebula became their new battleground, huge swaths of a proto-system incinerated by their attacks, the central star blown into trillions of saparite pieces by one of Primus' sword strokes, literally blowing away like the flame of a candle.
As reality ripped in that system, they battled on through a tunneling wormhole once more, reappearing near the edge of a black hole. Time didn't slow for them, however. The gigantic black engine of destruction literally drew its edges away from them, as though afraid of their battle. A few minutes saw the reason why, as Prime was thrown into the wormhole, and sensed what was on the other side. From the otherside, a different dimension entirely, he drew the white hole energy to power one of his own attacks. The black wormhole flickered out, and died. A disk of white energy and incomprehensible size impacted itself into Primus' torso, before he kicks it upwards and away.
The attack exploded, creating an entire new nexus of wormholes leaving to billions of different places. They reappeared through one of these wormholes, above a planet full of summoners. It was an amazing, florescent site, and the entire planet summoned a shield as the two appeared, defending themselves from the fallout of the pairs attacks as they battled on. This occurence swung the battle dramatically in Primus' favor, as Prime wgethered attacks head on to protect the life on the planet, his spirit energy began to flicker, but his white aura still burned strong.
They dived through another wormhole, appearing near the center of the galaxy. Stars set so close together, even the pair could feel their collective heat. They bother entered meditative states with the stimulus of the billions of close, visible stars. The scenery was incredible, the two of them became so bright as to eclipse the nearest stars. Primus threw Prime entirely through a planet, he responded by teleporting behind him and shoulder checking him in the midsection. A massive wave of energy follow Primus, then another one appeared on his other side. The two exploded violently as they met on Primus' body, and the man's burning figure shot off through a star. Prime met him on the other side, delivering a vicious axe kick to the head. Primus' used the momentum to reverse elbow Prime in the side of the head, and sent him flying into a nearby star.
It exploded, supernova, several seconds later. The energy had only moments to even begin expanding, before it was consumed by Prime and Primus' auras, and directed full on at each other. The white, violet, green and azure streaks of super-energy fought against each other for supremacy as they were directed against eachother, before Primus' summoning spell finally expired, and he began to flicker. The beam of super energy struck him directly in the head, expelling him from this universe.
Prime's aura instantly flickered out, and he hung in space for a long moment, spent. He teleported back to earth, on top of the odd research building. He grinned slightly, "My life was like a flame eh?" He realized, he could feel it beginning to flicker out. He found the hole in the building, and forced it open, laborously following the trail his companions had left behind, and folding what remained of his power inward, to sustain his life. He ran across the two rods he'd made for the charming young man he'd recently met, and wondered vaguely why they'd been discarded. Picking them up between his fingers, he continued onwards, until he ran into his companions in a very confusing room.
"Hmmmm," Prime voiced, then recognized the surprised look of his companions. "Oh yeah sorry, I finished up a while ago." He said, "I assume someone has already tried the door I just came through? And basically all the other ones as well? Yeah..." He looked around at the numbers on all the doors. "You dropped these by the way," He said, handing the white steel rods to Terrian, "Has anyone tried something like Pi yet? Seems like the kind of code magical researchers would put on a magical 'trap'?" He suggested, "I mean, isn't this just kind of like magics version of a code keypad?" He asked Helen. (Lee) “Kind of, though not really. It’s more like a keypad than it is a key, since it requires a ritual. Of course, a password is far too simple and secure for them. Mages always have to go with some weird*** system of overcomplicated stuff.”
“Sorry, guys. Not much that can be… Well, poured out. I don’t keep many liquids on hand. Not much useful rhymes with water, and oil or wine both have much easier counterparts to carry when it comes to coil and spine.” Helen shrugged, and then slammed shut a book on astronomy.
“Since I’ve got nothing to pour out, and I don’t feel like spilling any blood, we’re going to try something a little different, first. I guess that an offering to a muse would have to be… A poem, right? Well, maybe I can do something along those lines.” Helen sat down, and put her head in her hands.
“Not just a poem.” One of Terrian’s copies responded, appearing from behind a nearby bookshelf with a paperback in his hand. “She was the muse of EPIC poetry, and was never without a stylus and a tablet.”
“Easy enough.” Damien said, and jerked his thumb towards where Blaise had fallen, a short ways through the library away. “Nevermind. Her ‘tablet’ went kaboom.”
“No, it’s still easy.” Prime said, his chest still heaving from the exertion of battling a foe truly matching him in caliber. He waved his hand, a ball of light forming beneath it and then dropping to the floor. As it hit with a thwap, motes of brilliance burst away from it, revealing a brand new notebook full of sheets of lined paper. “That’s good enough, right?”
“Should be. Since this is word magic, a word is a word. May as well be a laptop computer.” Helen muttered, massaging her temples.
“Good luck getting me to cough one of those up for you.” Rie grumbled distantly, eyeing a chandelier suspiciously. Never could be sure what was trustworthy with magic around…
“Got your stylus, then.” Damien flipped a pencil to Terrian, who caught it between two fingers in a grab that was somewhere between a fumble and an expert catch.
“What kind of boom can we expect if this doesn’t work right?” Prime asked raising a subtly glowing hand.
“Not much of one. Moreso the destruction of that scroll if we try to move it without removing the wards.” Helen said, sinking lower in her seat.
“Here.” Brogue said, picking up the notebook and walking by himself. Terrian handed his copy the pencil, and reflexively tucked it into the spine of the book. He then took a few steps, took a deep breath, and extended his hands over the case.
Hope you know what you’re doing. Not that it’ll hurt, but blowing up might suck anyways.
Didn’t you hear the woman? There’s almost no risk to any of us.
You know as well as I do that attentiveness has never been our strong point. The copy dropped the book on top of the glass, and it settled there noiselessly. Though there was no movement, it seemed almost as if the case throbbed in response. A warm glow surrounded it, evincing happiness, or at least an synthesized version of it.
“We good to roll?” Damien brushed some plaster from one of the walls off of his shoulder.
“Not… yet. It’s primed, but I think it needs that last component before we can really be safe trying to take it. A poem.” Helen straightened up, using both hands to lift her hat from where it had fallen over her eyes.
“Roses are red, violets are blue-“ Prime started. “Please hurry up, the mages are due.” Terrian finished.
“He has a point.” Damien said, wandering over to the nearest table between them and the direction they had come from, and kicking it over. “Cover is always nice.”
“I guess I’ll give it a shot.” Helen stood up, and gently guided Terrian’s clone aside with her hand. She put both palms on top of the glass case, the glow growing to surround her. She closed her eyes, and began speaking.
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Post by hermes on Feb 20, 2009 16:43:56 GMT -5
This topics has its beginnings, two years ago, at the beginning of 2007. Today, we find ourselves at the beginning of 2009, two years later. One posted remains. Its been several months since the first half of the last gambit was posted, and we were promised swift reconsiliation. We have no received. We have not...
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