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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 28, 2008 18:04:21 GMT -5
OOC: This topic references (eventually) a private RP with Stephanitis three years ago, and thus may refer to occurrences outside of the forums. Play along, it all should make sense. (As well as explain Nat's O-Sceard, which only has been mentioned in passing until now.)
BIC: Natalie stood still, searching the speckled, velvet skies with every sense available to her. Something in the air... It tasted foul, wrong. She had found purchase on the trunk of a large tree slightly to the north of Whelkshore, balancing perfectly at the base of its lowest limbs.
"So, you seem to be having quite the time up there, huh?" a thin, sickly individual asked from below. Their skin seemed almost white, as if the life in their body had ebbed away. He leaned back against the tree, breathing deeply.
"Who are you?" Natalie demanded of him, hand going to her sword. Though she didn't sense anything wrong with him at the moment, she had a bad vibe about something this evening. Trusting one's instincts was the key to living a long and mostly happy life.
"Just another stargazer as yourself." The weak youth paused. "My name is Garth Firbolg. I came south to get away from the city lights."
"Good luck with that here. The highway is only a half mile off," Natalie responded darkly. Her hand moved away from the coiled weapon, though Natalie remained vigilant.
"I make do with what I can," Garth responded, adjusting his jacket to keep the cold night air at bay. A brisk wind blew through the field they occupied, making Natalie slightly regret her choice of a T-shirt and jeans for the evening.
"Don't we all?" Natalie asked briefly, then paused. "Never mind. These days, we all live on borrowed time."
"Indeed. Though I'm sure that those who try can make time for the living."
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 1, 2008 15:26:00 GMT -5
Half a mile off, on the highway, sat a small dark blue sedan, illuminated by a dusty streetlamp. It was Terrian Brogue's rental car. He'd flown in to spend a weekend in Whelkshore City, but just recently the car had screeched without warning to a halt on the road.
Right now two dashing, attractive, completely identical young men were standing around the car. One was peering under the hood, while the other was taking a couple of paper napkins to a nasty coffee spill that had occurred in the front seat when the car had shorted out.
"The engine looks fine," said the duplicate.
"Now," said the original Terrian, "do you genuinely know that the engine is fine, or are you just saying that because you don't see any open flames?"
"You tell me. Did you ever figure out how cars work?"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure dad taught me. I was maybe... sixteen?"
"And you've forgotten," his duplicate replied.
"Fair enough." Terrian took another napkin out of the compartment. "They're not going to be happy about this stain..."
"Well, maybe if they kept their rentals in better shape this kind of thing wouldn't happen."
"You think so?"
The duplicate pulled down the hood, frowning at him. "What?"
"Hmm? Oh." Terrian balled up his napkin and threw it off the road, into the field. Then he noticed that there weren't any grasshoppers chirping.
"Don't you just feel like there's something wrong?" he asked.
His duplicate stared at him.
"I think there's something wrong with the car," he said.
"That's not what I mean," said Terrian. He walked out into the road. "Why can't we hear any animals? And why haven't any cars passed by us since we broke down?"
"It's late," the duplicate offered.
"Not that late. This is a highway."
Down the road on either side there was nothing but street lights and concrete. And beyond that, nothing but fields and trees. And something...
"There's something weird about this place," Terrian declared.
"Okay. Call a tow truck. We'll get a lift to Whelkshore."
"Something I'm not liking at all."
"I'm not liking just sitting here either. Where's the phone?"
"You haven't noticed anything?"
The duplicate, who was rummaging in Terrian's briefcase for his cell phone, turned to look back at Terrian. "I've noticed that I'm really exhausted and want to check into a hotel as soon as I can. Maybe that's what you're feeling – fatigue – it messes with your head, you know."
Terrian didn't reply. Instead he walked off the road, past where the napkin had fallen. He went into the field. Whatever was going on here, he intended to figure it out.
Why wouldn't his duplicate feel just what he had felt? They had the same attunement, the same awareness. They always picked the same things up. Didn't they?
Soon he was in up to his waist among the crops.
* * *
His duplicate, after sending a few questioning thoughts to Terrian and finding no reply, tried the cell phone. It was out of service. Swell.
Might as well wait for him to give up, then. As long as Terrian didn't call the duplicate to his side. The duplicate had no intention of trudging through wheat fields when he could be sleeping.
He leaned back in the front seat, rolled down his sleeve to glance at his watch, and remembered that he wasn't wearing one. It didn't cover enough surface area on Terrian's body to pick up any of the duplication's offshoot effects (the way his clothes did). The clock in the sedan was dark.
As he squinted, trying to read it, the streetlamp overhead the sedan flickered out.
OOC: Sorry if I made any unwarranted assumptions about the effects of this suspicious aura. I hope things like the car shorting out and the cell phone not working don't muddle with Lee's explanation of the strangeness in the air. Terrian, of course, will undoubtedly come across Natalie and Garth in a bit. I'd better not forget the duplicate's back in the car, though... seems like prime placement for something plot-wise to happen (or be about to happen) to him.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Apr 1, 2008 16:13:11 GMT -5
A small wyvern flew through the clouds above observing the ground below him. The air smells different here.... The winged serpent pulled upward into a half loop diving silently into the fields below. I smell familiar blood....hmmm... who could this be..... The wyvern started to undergo metamorphosis and the wings seemed to meld back into its skin and its body elongated. The legs became shorter, and its tail long and whip-like, similar to that of an iguana. The dragon's ears were protected by hardened bone which protruded like spikes out of the sides of its head, which also allowed him to hear in all directions a lot more accurately.
Turning its head, it noticed the voices of two men, but something was strange about them. They seemed to have the same voice, almost as if they were the same person. The newly formed dragon ignored them as it seemed that its importance lied within the woman's voice that it heard. I'm not sure, but I am remembering this scent from somewhere... the serpentine beast thought to itself. It moved forward as stealthy as a snake, and waited, claws planted in the ground. It hid among the camouflage of the field, not moving, and watched as the woman was speaking with a frail human, intently absorbing the conversation.
The dragon's tongue flicked outwards, tasting the air, hoping to experience the mood set by the chemicals in the air. Adrenaline rushed through the body of the reptile, and its muscles clenched, trying not to make a sound. Something is going to happen... I just don't know when. The dragon chuckled mentally. Sounds like a horoscope, of course something will happen, and no one knows when... duh...
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Apr 1, 2008 17:07:36 GMT -5
"Indeed. Though I'm sure that those who try can make time for the living."
"You're correct there, my friend," a voice stated calmly from a limb above Nat.
There sat a tall man clad in a fine black suit with a very long jacket. The very dim light from the area gleamed like the sun off of his three silver rings; one on each ring finger and on on his right index finger. His silky black hair fell around his head to just about an inch below his earlobes. A set of dull green eyes shone from under his hair like a set of pair of emeralds. The man's head hung like he carried a heavy burden. With a quick motion, the man spun around his limb and held seated upside-down on it, his hair touching the top of Nat's head.
"Long time no see Nat. I didn't expect to find you out here but the pleasure is still the same," Valon Lorsha, King of the Dragons, said calmly as he tilted his head to look at the female warrior.
Valon sprung from his perch and landed flat-footed with his arms crossed about ten feet from the tree. His eyes drifted up to the sky where he often found himself looking. The stars held a comfort that was difficult to explain. Valon always knew that he could watch the sky if something was bothering him and as such he did often. This evening something seemed odd, some sort of foreboding wafting in the air.
"I trust that you feel it as well, Nat. There is something...odd...in the air tonight."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 8, 2008 23:14:18 GMT -5
"Excuse me..." A young man, wearing a white dress shirt with elaborate embroidery, and pants of a similar shade, approached the rental car. Brushing a glowing powder from his sleeve, he looked over his shoulder. He toyed with his carefully coiffed dark hair, checking himself in the mirror.
"I was just wondering if you had seen anybody else of a similar attire to my own. We were heading to a... social function." The man licked his lips, and looked down the street. -------- "Hey there, Valon," Natalie said distantly at first, though her voice warmed with every word, still leaning against the tree. She smirked slightly, thinking.
"And yeah, I can feel it in every cell of my body. It's like... I can't quite say. It's like that feeling where you've got static electricity on you... Only in reverse." Natalie mused, cracking her neck.
"The wimp down there is Garth Firbolg. And I can't see who else there is, but I can pick up a few other presences around here," Natalie said simply, jerking her thumb towards Garth, and then the field.
"I'm not necessarily a WIMP, per se..." Garth weakly protested, raising his hand as if to speak in class. With that, Natalie dropped from the tree, and landed beside Valon. She leaned nearer to him, and whispered in his ear.
"Fifty bucks says Mr. Asthma has some sort of superhuman powers," Natalie muttered confidentially. She then jerked around, turning to face a figure that had just appeared from thin air. Similarly decked in embroidered gear, though otherwise much fairer than his companion, he stepped up to Natalie and Valon. Garth tried to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat.
"Hello miss and sirs. We were taking up a collection, and I was wondering if..." He paused, and grabbed Natalie by the wrist. A moment later, with a twist of his free hand, a blade of crackling eldritch energy lanced out through her side. Natalie groaned, and collapsed to her knee.
"Thank you very much," the man said, then turned to walk away. "Garth, I'd advise you to stop running away from us. We'll just keep doing this, again and again."
"Regent!" Garth shouted weakly, his voice cracking.
"Some friend you've got there," Natalie muttered from where she had dropped. "Bastard got me with whatever that attack was, and stole my bracelet, all like that..." She remained kneeling, trying to sense the severity of her wounds.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Apr 8, 2008 23:46:29 GMT -5
"Not a wise move there sir. I'm not sure you understand who you are messing with. The name is Valon Lorsha and..." Valon raised one hand to his face and created a white battle mask with black eyes, "I'm going to make you regret that."
In a graceful move Valon threw his hand out and summoned his sword, the Aruafon. The blade seemed to have changed since the last time Valon had used it, but then again this was nothing new for true Aldra-Sa weapons. The blade had grown out from two and a half feet to nearly four feet. The blade had remained the same width and depth but had been lightened to a near white and now bore a long line of glowing green Draconic text. The hilt of the Aruafon was now crafted from beautiful Emerald and Jade with the same white metal from the blade. The pommel was shaped like a dragon claw clasping a crimson-colored stone that looked like an eye, the symbol of the Lorsha household. Valon held the beautiful blade before his face and basked in the green glow of the blade.
"Etma ul karuc Aldra-Sa, Etma ul karuc Dra. Challenge a mighty Aldra-Sa, Challenge a mighty God. Beautiful isn't it?" Valon asked as he turned his blade on the newly arrived figure.
"Touch my friend again and I'll kill you where you stand!" Valon yelled as a mighty aura of green energy flashed around his body.
"Nat, are you all right?"
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 9, 2008 12:58:17 GMT -5
While the overdressed man's eyes were averted, the duplicate Brogue quickly took hold of the briefcase handle. That way, if Terrian called the duplicate back to him, they wouldn't leave the case behind. Brogue could bring something with him if he was holding it, and the briefcase was the most important of Terrian's baggage.
He did this while the man was looking down the street because he didn't want the man to think Brogue was afraid of getting robbed. Of course he was afraid of getting robbed but he was substantially more concerned that this man clad in white might turn out to be a vampire or some such.
"Uh, no, I haven't. I'm sorry. There hasn't been anyone passing by for a while, actually. We..." Brogue trailed off as the man turned his head to face him again.
Brogue quickly put together a thought and sent it to Terrian: Terminally weird guy at four o'clock.
* * *
At the same moment that Terrian received this thought, he noticed something down the hill and across a field. It was a man in elaborate dress who'd been walking toward him, but was now turning back to look at something obscured by trees.
Really? I found someone, too. He looks like an escaped ballroom dancer.
There was a pause. Then:
So does this guy.
What's he doing? Do you need me to get you?
Maybe not right now. I'm going to wait and see if he starts howling at the moon first. But be ready, okay?
Before Terrian could compose his response, another figure emerged from beyond the trees. He also looked vaguely like an escaped ballroom dancer, although his suit was black and simpler than the first man's ornate white one. Really, the sword he was holding and the green light around his body also detracted from the ballroom dancer image an awful lot.
Um, things just got a little weirder. I'm ready. If your guy doesn't take off in about two minutes, I'd say you'd probably better get over here.
Terrian was momentarily unsure whether or not to approach the two strange men. Then he remembered that he was completely unarmed and this helped him conclude that he was not going to approach the two strange men. Not yet, anyway.
He knelt amid the tall grass, keeping his eyes on the two.
* * *
Brogue's man didn't seem to be leaving, or indeed to be talking or making any motion at all. Fidgeting, Brogue searched for a casual question.
"What kind of social function is it? I mean, if it's okay for me to ask that."
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Post by ch00beh on Apr 10, 2008 13:14:16 GMT -5
"Oh GOSH, that was quite possibly the most restful year I've had, but now what? It's the middle of the fuckin' night," said a groggy and mildly annoyed voice. "Couldn't you have come at daylight or something?"
Click.
It was apparent the voice came from some twenty-year-old guy with messy brown hair, made messier by the fact that he was tossing and turning in bed, unable to get any sleep due to the sticky feeling in the air. The man was dressed in a black overcoat which he hadn't bothered to button up over his pajamas.
The dramatic click came from the larger-than-normal revolver in the man's hand, which was pointed at Mr. Fancy-pants.
OOC: Well, this is a short post. And thoughtless.
And Ender's a man now? Lawl wut?
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Apr 10, 2008 20:50:08 GMT -5
Dracon shot from the side of the field so fast that he looked nothing but a golden blur. He stood on his hind legs, bearing the claws on his front legs. "Bad move indeed..." Dracon said with a slithery tongue, filled with a draconic echoing tone. Dracon's skin changed to a emerald color and long whiskers growing off of the nostrils of his nose. Small wings protruded from its back, and the body began to elongate some more, and red fur developed at the end of his tail. A mane of white hair exploded from Dracon's skull and red highlights formed in his mane. Red decorative patterns began to glow on his skin, as he took an oriental dragon shape.
Dracon let out a loud roar and slammed his teeth together. It made a loud metal clang sound and sparks spewed around his teeth. "Move, and you're going to be in flames..." he said, his tone changing to a more deep and powerful voice.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on May 18, 2008 10:41:41 GMT -5
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 12, 2008 23:27:38 GMT -5
"It's a charity gala honoring a special friend of ours who went above and beyond the call of duty. Simple as that." The dark haired man put a hand on the duplicate's shoulder. "You must be quite the coordinated individual. Such mental dexterity, carrying on two conversations at once... Makes me wonder what other things a multitasker like you is capable of..." He smiled, only showing his top teeth.
"Really, quite a few of my friends have gone missing. One moment you're with them, and the next, poof, they're gone. If only I could, say, instantly bring myself to where they were, you know?" The man squeezed his shoulder, slowly increasing the pressure until it began to hurt. -------- "One bracelet, one person, and this whole ugly thing will be simply a dream, you know?" The blonde said, shrugging.
"Like hell it will be..." Natalie said, rising to her feet. "You barely missed my liver there. Barely."
"Don't think it was a miss. I just really didn't want to kill you," the man said, and turned to the others. "Really, attacking me, three on one? I'm no monster." He began slowly backing away, careful to make no sudden movements. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"I'd say that you are. And you of all people should not discount me." Garth responded, and slowly straightened his stance. He then raised his hand again, as high as he could extend it, and then brought it sweeping down. There was a momentary pause, and then a quiet rumbling was heard from the skies above. The man began moving backwards with a much greater expedience, his eyes turned skyward.
"Five. One little almost-vital wound, and you think I'm out?" Natalie grumbled, swinging her right foot as forcefully as she could muster at the back of the Regent's leg. Thrown off balance, he tumbled to the ground. Natalie winced as she stepped toward him again, dropping to her knees directly on top of his gut. The man gasped in pain, and was forcibly jerked into Natalie's fist by the collar of his shirt. He brought up his hand, the glowing blade now protruding from his bloody palm, only to have it batted aside by Natalie.
"Get off me you fool!" the man shouted, struggling to break free from her grasp.
"Why should I?" Natalie seized him by the throat.
"That's why," the man responded, pointing his blade skyward. About one hundred feet up, a billowing cloud of flames and lightning was descending extremely quickly, its rumble first growing to a roar, and then swelling to deafening waves of sound. From the looks of things, the blast would be about thirty feet across, and extremely unpleasant (unpleasant being another way of saying "singeing the flesh off of one's bones") for anything caught in it.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jun 13, 2008 1:41:08 GMT -5
First swordsmen and now stormchasers? Terrian watched whites and oranges flicker as the impending firestorm gathered over the heads of the ever-increasingly-large gaggle of combatants. It looked not nearly wide enough to pose a direct threat to him where he was crouching, but he couldn't help but feel that fire was not going to mix well with the wheat that enveloped him up to his chin.
Screw it, come over here. You've got the case, right? I want the gun.
No!
The duplicate's answer came back as a mental shout. This gave Terrian pause.
* * *
What do you mean? You were all set a second ago!
Yes, but—
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Brogue, perhaps a bit too slowly to be completely believable. "Multitasking" as the dark-haired man had put it was easy; there was far more strain involved in actually trying to speak one thing and think another in the same instant, rather than alternately.
Listen, the situation has changed in a couple of key ways. First off, this guy's on to us. He knows we've been having this conversation. He must be a telepath or something, I don't know, point is he's nailed us. Okay?
What? Jesus—
Number two!
The dark-haired man was staring quite intently at Brogue. "No?"
Number two: he knows you can get me and he wants you to do so. Or maybe he doesn't, I don't know, either way he's gripping my shoulder so hard he might actually be about to tear me limb from limb. Can you help?
Well? Do I get you or not?
I don't know!
What do you—
"Excuse me." The dark-haired man's nails were now starting to dig into his shoulder. "I'd prefer your undivided attention, if you don't mind."
Terrian's thoughts came through one more time into Brogue's head: this time only seven words. Terrian was, so to speak, thinking in shorthand.
he reads? then tell truth. how hide?
Brogue sighed, then repeated himself. "I don't know what you're talking about. Are you confused? What makes you think I'm the one with the teleportation power? I'm just a duplicate."
This did not lessen the dark-haired man's grip at all, so Brogue went on.
"The original can summon me to his side if he wants. But that's at his discretion, not mine. I have zero say in the matter. So whatever you're trying to scare out of me, if it hinges on my taking you to where the original is, you're out of luck."
* * *
Terrian swatted a fly from his face. This wasn't his evening. His duplicate was facing some unknown antagonist; he himself was facing destruction which was either more certain if he stayed put or more certain if he tried to pick a side in the imminent fight, he couldn't decide which; and to top it all off, he didn't have the gun.
"Shit."
A thought had just occurred to him which he hoped had not just occurred to his doppelganger. Somehow or other, if this apparent mind-reader hadn't already, he was going to work out that there was a gun called a Mage Masher in the briefcase the duplicate Brogue was holding.
OOC - Sorry for the NPC autoing; also for placing a weapon in Terrian's briefcase that he shouldn't actually officially "have" until Chords is over – but it's already pretty obvious that he'll finish that topic with the gun.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 13, 2008 1:51:59 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, this is working out more perfectly than I could have even planned. Not a problem at all. I'll respond again after any other two people do.
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Post by Clicker on Jun 16, 2008 21:45:12 GMT -5
Emily had been driving to a charity bake sale when her car had stalled out on the highway. She sighed and punched the steering wheel, then sighed and got out. From the looks of it the car was not going to start. She got in and tried the car again. She sighed again. Any baker would make sure their pastries made it to its destination; any good baker would be punctual as well. She grumbled a few words that borderline swore as she opened the back. She grabbed two large bracelets that contained her spikes, and a 2” by 2” box. The box contained a cake that looked like a picture book, but had the characters walking out of it. She started down the road and hadn’t gotten to far when she saw fire in the sky. A year ago she would have run as far from it as possible, but now she raced towards it. Emily raced through a field full of some kind of plant. At the edge of it she set down her cake and strapped on her bracelets, then stepped into the place everyone was gathered.
“Natalie!” Emily shrieked. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!” Emily said, overjoyed at seeing her old friend. Only after that did she notice Natalie had a man by the throat. She paused for a moment then continued, “Umm, so I was wondering, why do you have a big fire thingy in the sky?”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 18, 2008 1:04:33 GMT -5
OOC - Two inches by two inches? That is a small cake right there. OOC: Gasp! I thought thats was feet! Double gasp! That means whenever I've written my height I said I was 5" 2'! oops OOC: Le petite gateau? Non, le tres petite gateau. OOC - Dammit, Lee, I thought you had legitimately posted for a second. OOC: And say what? Either "And Natalie died." or "And Zebedee turned into a deus ex machina, and saved the day with no conflict." There's two people of us who can resolve the attack, and neither is posting...
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jun 18, 2008 21:33:28 GMT -5
Valon lowered his blade and smiled slightly as a buildup of crimson energy appeared around his frame. The wisps of blood-colored energy flew from his body and began to wrap around his companions like auras. The heat from overhead seemed to vanish from the group as the wisps turned into a solid mass.
"You'll have to do better than that my friend. I am one of the most powerful beings on this planet and you think that some pyro show in the sky is going to kill me or anyone that I'm with? You don't know me very well." Valon snickered.
OOC-So very short but I'm limited by what I can think of.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 12, 2008 10:12:55 GMT -5
Ender yawned and stretched, taking his gun off his target as he did so. This yawn occurred as Valon protected the group from the flames in the sky.
The psychic blinked. "Oh man, I must be tired. Completely missed that one." A flicker of psionic energy passed overhead, reminding anyone who saw it of a lazy person swatting at a fly.
OOC: ._.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 19, 2008 23:06:05 GMT -5
"Just..." Natalie switched her grip to the man's shoulders, bringing up her feet. She delivered the most powerful kick she could muster, full on to his face, and used the force of it to flip to her feet. "Been busy." The man laid sprawled out on the ground, evidently stunned if not knocked unconscious outright by the force of the attack.
"As for the fireball, that would be courtesy of our anemic friend here. You can thank him for almost immolating us all, and thank Valon for keeping him from screwing up," Natalie growled, her hand going again to her side.
"I'm very sorry about that..." Garth responded, his apologetic voice almost a whimper. "I just gained the ability to perform that... um... spell, so I can't really contain its power yet."
"Then don't use it, dumbass!" Natalie responded, throwing a rock at him. Garth gasped and raised his hand, a column of golden flame rising out of the ground and blocking it. Natalie bit her lip for a moment, thinking, and then absent-mindedly fastened her bracelet back in place.
"Is there something that you aren't telling us?" Natalie asked, walking towards him slowly. She flickered, her uncoiled blade appearing in her hand and trailing across the grass behind her.
"Yes-" Garth paused and stepped away slightly. "B-But it's s-s-s-so that I don't endanger you all." He tried to step back farther, but found his back pressed against the rough bark of the tree Natalie had been in earlier. --------- "Who said that I wanted to go anywhere with you? I'm just a messenger, to a messenger. I was just sent to send you a message." The man maintained his grip, and brought his free hand to bear.
"You see, Terrian, people like you? They have strong points, and they have weak points. And the problem? When you came knocking upon the door of a dear friend of mine... Well, in my neighborhood, we tend to know each other's business. If you don't keep up with the Joneses, they leave you in the dust." The man tightened his grip ever so slightly, hitting the nerve in the duplicate's shoulder.
"It's all an arms race to us... And my- let's extend this analogy. My family saw what you did at our neighbor's place. We were somewhat curious as to how exactly you managed it. To be quite honest, we could use talent like yours." The man's free hand jerked suddenly, a small business card with nothing more than a phone number on it appearing instantly. He dropped it, letting his hand go limp. His other hand loosened its vicelike hold.
"Remember... If people can see through everything you do, you've got nothing. You're a man of layers, Terrian. A whole bunch of layers, and nothing at the core." The man let go of Terrian's shoulder, and turned to walk away.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 20, 2008 0:28:44 GMT -5
OOC - Am I then to presume Terrian broke and entered someone's place and took something? I'm happy to accept that such a thing might have occurred offscreen, but I also worry that this might be a reference to Chords that I didn't totally interpret. OOC: Yes, it's a Chords reference to him helping Helen break into the institute. Dang, I can't even remember the name of that place... OOC - The Parmigianino Institute. Why yes, I did know that off the top of my head without having to look it up. It just stuck somehow. Also, to make this post work, I had to muddle the chronology a bit so that Brogue's man leaves the card and disappears before Natalie kicks her man and talks to Garth. Forgive me. It was ambiguous to begin with.Terrian, still crouched in the field, lifted a hand to his shoulder. The tiny ache that had been slowly increasing there for the last few minutes had ceased. * * * Brogue watched the man disappear down the unlit street without moving. Eventually he picked up the business card and read it. He read it again. Then he sent a thought to the original Terrian. He's gone. He says his people were watching us at the Institute. He says they could use us.There was a small pause, then: What?He left a phone number.There was a long pause, then: What the FUCK.I know.Are you going to call it?Brogue checked the cell phone. It was still out of service. The phone's still a no go.All right, well, get over here. We'll go back for the car later. Make sure you've got the case; I want the gun.Got it.* * * "To me!"At once the duplicate appeared at Terrian's side, holding the briefcase. The duplicate then took a moment to gape at the unfolding scene while Terrian opened it up and pulled out the Mage Masher. "Okay, time to throw myself bravely into the fray. As bravely as a sniper can be said to do such things." The duplicate was obviously trying to sort out the fight. Terrian could have simply re-absorbed him and shared all that they had witnessed, but that could wait; he was preferring the company at the moment. He checked again to make sure the Masher was loaded and then aimed it at the fighters. "Wait. Who are you going after?" "The dressed-up guy. My counterpart to your creeper." Brogue turned upon Terrian frantically. "Why?"Terrian regarded him for a moment, stunned, then pointed at Ender. "Recognize him?" he asked needlessly. "I still don't know him that well yet, but I'm willing to bet I'll be doing the right thing shooting his enemy instead of one of his friends." "Yeah, and I'm willing to bet you'll be throwing away a business opportunity if you fire at tuxedo boy! If he and my guy really are in cahoots, then don't you think we ought to make that call before shooting at him?" "Do you honestly want—" Terrian began, but stopped short as he watched the only woman across the field deliver a kick that knocked the formally dressed man cold. He fell to the ground. "Shoot her if anything, she might end up a business rival," said Brogue. "What – I—" Terrian blustered. " You were the one being molested by tuxedo boy number two a minute ago! And now you're getting all friendly with them?" "I think we must accept," said Brogue with a grave expression, "that we have no goddamn idea what is going on in the present, but we do have one possible idea of what might happen in the future, and it involves not getting on the bad side of the tuxedo boys. Shoot at her if you're going to shoot at anyone." He looked back across the field, and Terrian followed his gaze. A feeble-looking man whom Terrian had scarcely been following in the skirmish was now backing against a tree, watching fearfully as the woman approached with a long blade in her hand that certainly had not been there a moment ago. "Yeah, see? She's probably about to cut that guy open. And he looks totally defenseless. Are you going to sit and let that happen?" "God! All right!" Terrian yelled. He took a deep breath. "I'm only doing this because I have watched this fight for too long without firing a bullet and now I hunger to get the lead out. Whatever the consequences of this action, I pass them along unto you." He then fired a shot from the Mage Masher at the woman with the blade. OOC - I'M SORRY. Terrian knows not what he does. Every single thing that has happened in this topic has only served to make him and his duplicate more confused, not less.
Although the Mage Masher's bullets can pass through any form of magical intervention, as you may recall from Chords, Terrian is standing way the hell across a field from Natalie and he is not a dead shot at this kind of distance. The bullet need not strike her anywhere if you don't want it to; the important thing is that it finally conjoins Terrian and the main group.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 20, 2008 0:51:27 GMT -5
OOC: Quite alright. I'm liking very much where this whole process is going. My only issue is trying to figure out how NOT to get Terrian killed by the three bruisers and the ranged weapons expert before we can bring him into the plot. Short post here, just to let everybody know what happens. BIC: Natalie heard a shot, and before she could even react, felt a hot, sharp pain in the calf of her right leg. She fell to her left knee reflexively, and then disappeared. A few flickering images of her appeared, looking like she was moving under a strobe's flash, before she finally reappeared on the other side of the tree. "Fuckers! Un-fucking-believable!" Natalie shouted, crouching behind the tree. Her multiple transformations had managed to patch up her wounds somewhat, but both were still all too present. She did another rapid-fire transformation, reappearing in the same pose as before, though with her shirt clearly more exposing, and her wounds bound in blue fabric. "Blindsided two friggin' times! One night!" Natalie growled, and then cast a glance around the tree trunk to her allies. OOC: Sorry, Luigilover. And yeah, this post is way too short. But I didn't want an uncomfortable round of everybody going "I wait and see if it hits her." That would only slow things down more. So now I leave it to you guys to either call him out, or something.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 20, 2008 21:32:21 GMT -5
Valon cocked his head to the side and frowned slightly. In a burst of extreme speed he cast himself towards the direction they shot had come from to find a pair of dashing young men. Valon pointed the tip of his blade at the neck of the man holding the firearm and held a single finger out to the other. A kind of green lightning danced around the pointer finger like some kind of cannon ready to go off. Valon's frown slowly faded and was replaced by a sly smile.
"Well well gentlemen, we do have a problem here. You seem to have attacked a good friend of mine and I don't take kindly to those kinds of acts. Oh, pardon me, my name is Valon Lorsha and I am the King of Dragons and the Lord of Drakengrad. If you so much as move a single muscle in your bodies I will make sure that you never move anything ever again," Valon growled in a low tone.
OOC- Short but to the point without autoing.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 21, 2008 3:53:08 GMT -5
OOC: This is after LAR, right? >_> Wooooo continuity!
BIC: Ender quickly changed targets and pointed his gun at the bushes. He teleported a large rock into his free hand and pointed it at the man in the suit, despite the fact that he was on the ground already.
"Don't think this rock isn't deadly, Tuxedo-man."
With that, Ender teleported into tall grass to find Terrians, of all people. The psychic, in his surprise, teleported the Terrian with the sword at its neck right next to him. The change in perspective from a surprise teleport would've caused some kind of displease reaction to most people.
"Valon, wait. Terrian, what the fuck are you doing awake so late?"
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 21, 2008 17:03:34 GMT -5
"Hi, Ender," said the original Terrian, blinking. The unknown man slightly lowered his sword, now pointing at air, but did not drop it completely.
"Well, I just flew in a couple of hours ago and I was on the highway back there going to Whelkshore City, which is where I'm spending the weekend because I heard... No? Too much backstory? All of a sudden the car broke down and all the streetlights went out and—" Terrian lied quickly to cover his duplicate's actions. "He and I came out here because something just felt wrong to us. And then, I don't know, it looked like you guys were fighting, so I thought maybe I should help the guy over there by the tree. I thought she was about to kill him."
The duplicate Brogue, still being threatened by the unknown man's lightning-laced finger, swallowed uncomfortably. "But she's not, though, is she?" he said, and Terrian could hear a bit of apology in his voice, not only to the woman but to Terrian himself.
OOC - Minor Valon autoing, forgive me.
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Clicker
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Post by Clicker on Jul 22, 2008 20:28:24 GMT -5
For a moment all Emily could do was stare as the diffrent events took place. Suddenly Nat was shot in the leg, the other two went after the gunner, so she ran Natalie to see if she could help. "Oh my gosh!" she cried. "That looks horrible! Will you be all right? Is there anything I can do?" Emily asked quickly. "I've got a couple of Mitol you can have," she said, patting down her pockets trying to find the pills.
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 26, 2008 1:44:40 GMT -5
<You know he’s lying Ender, though I shouldn’t have to tell you.> Sly privately thought-spoke to his psychic friend.
A fly that had been sitting on Terrian's shoulder took flight and made its way towards Ender. Usually Sly would demorph and make his presence known but he felt the firepower they had mustered right now should suffice. In the event they needed help, he would reveal himself then. For now, only Ender would know of his presence. The fly found a nice warm home in the folds of the trenchcoat before privately speaking with Ender again.
<It’s an intriguing lie though. When we first met on the airship I thought he had total control over the clones, but Brogue actually coerced Terrian into changing his target from fancy-pants to Nat. I must have been mistaken, either that or young Terrian's powers are growing beyond what he realizes he is capable. Despite that, I think the problem here is simple confusion… Have fun explaining it to Nat!>
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 26, 2008 4:42:03 GMT -5
<Yeah, I'd be lying right about now, too. You don't have to be a psychic to see his mental process shifting. Well, you do. But that's not the point.>
"All right. This is what we're going to do," Ender said. He unceremoniously lifted up the main Terrian using telekinesis. "You," he raised his eyebrows at Terrian, "need to apologize to Nat or some such like that."
"You," Ender pointed at Nat, "aren't going to punch him quite yet."
"And you--" A tree root suddenly sprung out of the ground and wrapped itself around the meek tuxedo-man's leg. "--need to not try to run away when our backs are turned. It won't work."
"But first things first, Terrian, here's a tip: talk less when you're lying. Fast talkers automatically get suspected of something sketchy."
OOC: This is why I don't like Ender: he knows too much. >_>
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