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Post by Celestial on Dec 13, 2009 18:12:38 GMT -5
Outside Mage Manor
Celestial grinned when she saw Rikku come out of the Manor's entrance. She came closer and scooped up the necromancer, putting her on her back between two thorns on her back. Things were coming together quickly and if they wanted to have their share of the pie, they better be quick.
Without a word, Celestial took off into the sky, glad to be flying again as a dragon. She brieflys hoped Rikku was ok back there before pulling up into the sky above them as fast as she could manage. The worm inside her mind was pushing her ahead to she had to go where it wanted. There was a significant something over there which they needed to find. Ignoring everything on the ground, she pressed on.
After so much flying and the temptation to make a comment about something called filler, they saw smoke in the distance. Sprawled across the land was a great city, full of factories, smoke and things in the air which most certainly did not look like anything in this world. A new city, ripe and vulnerable as a...what was the metaphor...a sleeping goose? No, that wasn't it.
Regardless, that city was new and strange. None of the guilds seemed to know anything properly about it and it clearly was advanced, possibly as advanced as Spacefleet itself. And it had made the amount of guilds uneven.
Celestial grinned, a fact made even more unnerving by the fact that she was a dragon. Not a pretty sight at all.
She swerved out of the way of an airship, knocking it a little with her tail. Faintly, she also saw a device which looked like the helicopters that she once back on Earth but certainly that could not be the case. It just looked so...out of place in this steam, brass and iron world.
She swooped over the heads of the people gathered beneath them and for a moment was tempted to roar but decided against it. She needed to make these people trust her.
Finding an empty space, she landed gently and unloading Rikku, turned back into a human. There was no static in her eyes that she could feel, thankfully.
Celestial turned to the denizens of the city and bowed, fully extending her wings in the bow.
"Greetings, we come as envoys of the Mage Guild. You have a wonderful city, I managed to admire so much of it from the air," she said respectlfully and looked back, tears gathering in her eyes.
"It is such a pity that you have entered into such a dangerous world,"
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Post by Strife on Dec 13, 2009 18:18:03 GMT -5
((Spacefleet Network))
The army of flying mooks chased down the intruder effortlessly. Lasers rained from the sky in its general direction, and each laser that successfully hit the intruding virus caused segments of code to peel off its body.
As they pummeled the intruder with their anti-virus beams, the flying mooks shouted random phrases of excitement in the fashion of overly confident air pilots. "Yahoo!" "YeeeeeeHAAAW!" "Roger Roger Alpha Charlie Bravo!"
The assault continued down a long, almost secluded area of the network, where finally, the intruder stopped in front of a firewall. It turned around, grinned, and laughed as the flying mook army closed in on its position.
"You idiots, you thought I was an original didn't you? The real one is much tougher."
Just as those last words escaped its core, the firewall dissolved the intruder into a pile of raw code, which was promply scarfed up by the flying mooks like a hot pancake breakfast.
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"SPLATTY IS DEADED!" Omega SS shouted, jumping a few times with glee. As he did this, the red details of his body turned green, and a pair of speakers popped out of his shoulders while blasting the music "I'm So Excited" by the Pointer Sisters.
It was a miracle that the floor didn't collapse under his weight, but then again, it wasn't a physical floor, per se.
As the flying mooks returned to him and informed him of the intruder's clone status, though, his celebration came to a halt, along with his odd choice of victory tunage.
"SPLATTY IS NOT DEADED AFTERALL QUESTION MARK! SPLATTY IS NOT DEADED ONE ONE ONE ONEZEROONEONEZEROZEROZEROONEZEROONEZEROONEONE-"
Omega turned red again and chanted in binary, relaying his information to the control database.
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Scanning progress: 12%
Anomalies detected: 7 Anomalies cleansed: 1
"Life support is secure now," said one of the security officers. "But the virus is spreading rapidly to other systems. It appears to be making false copies of itself."
"See, this is why i'd rather bust heads with a triple-barrel," muttered Haggoth. "I'll bust yours if you don't start giving me some useful advice, Subcommander Obvious."
He sighed and continued to monitor the status of Omega SS.
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((Brassport))
The Commander turned the ornate brass handle of the door and entered the shop.
Looking around, he noticed that the shop was rather small, but the owner dealt with gadgets and machines nonetheless, as evident by the pile of metal scraps scattered across the back of the store. The walls were wooden and fairly simple, and there was only a single window on the left side. The right side, next to front counter, was lit by a ceiling bulb.
The shopkeeper had just walked in from the back room, where the sounds of buzzsaws could be heard. Noticing his customer, he quickly removed his work gloves and goggles and stepped forward.
"Good day!" he exclaimed. "Can I help you?"
"I need repairs," the Commander said plainly. Because of his gem fragment's continuing influence on him, his voice still had a demonic subtone to it as though two people were speaking at the same time.
"Aah, what for? Them eyes of yours?"
"No."
The Commander slid his hand underneath his cloak, pulled out a section of his armor, and showed it to the shopkeeper.
"I need materials to restore this Heat Displacement Unit to full capacity."
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The Commander turned the smooth, silver handle of the door and entered the second shop. Hopefully the owner of this store would be a little more... accepting.
The Commander used his newly acquired work gloves to wipe the dust away from his newly acquired work goggles, and proceeded to scan the room with his eyes. It had roughly the same atmosphere as the first shop, but it was slightly bigger and more well-kept. The owner also seemed to have a minor interest in alchemy, as there were several beakers, test tubes, and other basic chemistry tools stashed on one of the shelves.
The shopkeeper of this store came down from a set of wooden spiral stairs in the corner. He smiled lightly as he approached The Commander.
"Top of the day to ya. What's with the robes?" he asked with a hint of intrigue in his voice.
"Long story," replied The Commander.
The shopkeeper's eyes widened. "What's wrong with your voice?"
"Longer story."
"Say... you in a pickle with the law or something?"
"Will you barter with me or not?"
"Well..."
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The Commander turned the round, wooden handle of the door and entered the third shop.
This appeared to be the biggest shop yet. Looking at it from the outside, The Commander estimated that it had about four or five floors. The first floor was divided into two rooms. The front room had only a few shelves on either side as well as the front desk. Most of the merchandise was in the back room.
The Commander fingered the pouch of coins strapped to his waist. Apparently, his encounter with the second shopkeeper went a little more smoothly. He wasn't able to offer any repairs, but he was so utterly fascinated by The Commander's "bleepity blippity" comm device that he offered a generous amount of money in order to keep it and study its parts. Seeing as how he had no local currency to barter with, The Commander accepted his offer.
A female clerk walked behind the desk and looked up at The Commander. "May I help you, sir?" she inquired while chewing on something in her mouth - most likely gum or taffee.
The Commander couldn't quite tell yet if this shop dealt with machinery. "Do you handle repairs?"
"Yes, we do," she answered. "Are you having trouble with your voice box?"
The Commander went silent for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "Yes."
"Check with Gil on the fourth floor. I just started my shift, so I'm not sure if he's back yet. If he isn't, you can always slide a note under his door."
"Thanks."
The Commander walked to the right and approached what appeared to be some sort of vintage elevator. He pushed an arrow-shaped button on the wall. There was a light ding, and the door slowly opened. The moment he walked inside and tapped the appropriate key, the elevator zoomed up to the aforementioned floor.
Surely enough, he spotted a door nearby, and surely enough, it was closed. The Commander, however, didn't feel like sliding notes. He needed to repair his equipment as soon as possible.
He jiggled the handle of the door a few times, and - much to his surprise - the door opened instantly. It wasn't even locked. He cautiously looked to his left and right to see if anyone was coming, and after determining that the coast was clear, he entered the closed shop.
After stepping inside, he noticed that this was indeed a shop that dealt with technological gadgetry - and lots of it. There were even a few parts that looked like they belonged on vehicles. Perhaps if there were vehicle parts in this shop, he could use them as makeshift power generators for his jet boots. In any case, he'd have to do the repairs himself, as these people were clearly too fascinated by Spacefleet technology to know how it works, let alone how to repair it to a satisfactory level.
With that in mind, he proceeded to rummage around the shop, taking care to pause every now and then and listen for the sounds of footsteps. He didn't want to kill too many shopkeepers, afterall, lest he become a hated figure in yet another city.
((By the way, Draco gave me permission to break into Gil's shop, so I apologize in advance if I got any details wrong. ^^;; ))
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 13, 2009 18:41:25 GMT -5
Kiddo did indeed dodge again, clearly ready for another gout of flame. She did leap far, however, and instead stayed close to the blast, so close the heat whipped her cropped hair into a frenzy. Oddly enough, she had also dropped the spear. And as what used to be Sev dove, she did not do anything other than leap to meet him, a wild gleam in her eyes and a laugh bubbling behind lips that were peeled back into a snarl.
"I know you!" she crowed, "Mist-taint! I see it!"
And she grabbed hold of the fire with a grip that was like iron and with her other hand, plunged it inside the spirit-like form as if attempting to pull something out.
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Post by PFA on Dec 13, 2009 19:54:08 GMT -5
The crashing Merc choppa
((Since none of the other mercs were doing it...))
The Osprey hit the ground.
Well, maybe 'hit' wasn't the proper word. It was more like it made a loud SMASH sound as it collided with the dirt road, skidding a considerable distance before finally coming to a halt. Thankfully, the passengers inside managed to make it through the incident with minimal injury. Much less could be said for the Osprey, though--the chopper had taken a considerable amount of damage and it was debatable whether it would ever fly again.
Jernath, upon deciding it was safe, immediately climbed his way out of the wreck and onto the dirt road. As if this day couldn't get any worse, he thought as he dusted himself off.
While the other mercs presumably climbed out of the chopper as well, Jernath turned his attention toward that strange flying machine he had spotted earlier. If they were going to talk to this mysterious character, he figured, this would be the time to do so.
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Ninja Dojo
PFA had been following the other ninjas, surprised when what appeared to be Sev suddenly showed up and started spouting fire at Kiddo. She could only watch the ensuing battle incredulously, not at all sure what was going on.
When she saw the fire coming toward her and the other ninjas, however, she panicked. Quickly and instinctively, PFA dived out of the way, hoping that the other ninjas would do the same. She had considered putting up a barrier to block the attack, but knowing phoenix fire, she decided that probably would not have worked.
As the battle continued, PFA pulled out her katana, getting into a defensive stance. She didn't want to fight Sev, but it was possible that she had to at this point. She had to be ready.
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Post by Draco on Dec 13, 2009 20:28:02 GMT -5
<<Choppa Crash Site>>
Gill pulls up at the last moment avoiding the crash, but manages to clip one of his wings on the choppers blades. It wasn't enough to cause his craft to crash, but he was forced to land near the crash site. Lower the Fantome next to the mercs he hops out of it. "Are all of you all right?" He digs in a compartment under the passenger seat and pulls out a first aid kit. "I have an aid kit if you need it." He holds it up to the others to see.
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<<Fields>>
Draco and the two NNPCS members continue running across the field when they notice a object fall in the distance. They stop and Draco turns to one of the others. "How far away do you think that is?"
The ninja stares at it for a few moments. "At least another hours run."
"Then lets hurry and see what that was. It might be connected to what the Old Man was talking about."
They continue to run as fast as they could.971
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Post by Ikkin on Dec 13, 2009 21:17:37 GMT -5
The fake Sev didn't really resist when the ninja plunged her hand into its body - though, it did move just enough to force it to be taken to the ground rather than left in the air - and let out a noise that sounded more like triumph than pain. It couldn't feel pain, in any case, and it knew it had gotten what it wanted.
It pushed itself further up Kiddo's arm until its body finally died and exploded into the hottest flames it could produce. Even a ninja couldn't avoid something she was already in the middle of.
Most creatures would avoid throwing their lives away so carelessly, but it didn't really care. In the morning, it knew, it would be back, good as new.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 13, 2009 21:22:40 GMT -5
Kiddo shrieked, an almost unearthly sound, like a wild animal, and fell to the ground. The phoenix fire was indeed that - it consumed everything. She thrashed, ripped a pendant off from around her neck, and threw it. It bounced to land next to the spear, a simple, broken piece of green material that was neither metal, nor plastic, nor any other recognizable alloy.
It resembled the shade of her old spear.
And then she curled into a ball and the fire consumed everything and left nothing, not even ashes. There was faint smell of burnt incense and for a moment there was a flicker of purple light within the flame... then it was gone. And so was Kiddo.
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Post by Ikkin on Dec 13, 2009 22:14:18 GMT -5
(Mage Manor)
Ikkin waited a few minutes after the dragon (who had, apparently, turned into an actual dragon for transportation purposes) and the necromancer had left, then started to fly after them. She stayed low to the ground and a fair distance behind them, hoping that would be enough to keep her from noticing that she'd followed them.
It wasn't very long before it became clear that didn't matter anymore. She'd gone after them in part because she thought they could lead her to Sev - but, that was unnecessary when an extraordinary large phoenix signature suddenly appeared, in a different direction. Ikkin couldn't judge distance with much accuracy, but if she had to guess, it was at the Ninja Dojo.
Just as she switched directions and headed towards the phoenix magic, it disappeared again, and a sudden feeling of emptiness started to grow in her. It was almost like the feeling she got when Sev died, except far weaker... but she couldn't tell whether that meant he was still around, or if their bond had just degraded to the point that...
No. She wouldn't think about that. Sev would be okay. He was always okay.
And anyway, she needed to get to the Dojo (or, wherever Sev was) and see for herself before she let herself get upset. She increased her speed until she was flying as quickly as she could go, and kept an eye out on the ground for anything that looked like the aftermath of a fight involving a phoenix.
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Post by Amneiger on Dec 13, 2009 23:45:40 GMT -5
Amneiger was surprised to see someone calmly walk up to him in the midst of the devastation, tell him to go for help, and then go off into the hospital by herself. If she was concerned about help, why hadn't she gone off to get some herself before now? Maybe he should -
He noticed that the black dust that the monster had turned into was entering the hospital.
That, the rubble around him, and the scream he'd just heard all said that this was something he wouldn't be able to handle on his own anyway; if he just walked in there now whatever had happened to this place was going to happen to him, which meant that it would going to be that much longer before something effective could be done. He'd just stay here and use his communicator to call for backup -
Oh. It looked like he'd forgotten to bring it. Well, he'd have to get another one from the Tabloid Town spaceport. He turned and began to run. As he started to do so, he saw Vyt at the top of a nearby building. "Hey! Someone just went into the hospital and got attacked...or something...And the monster went in there, too! I'm going to get help!"
Some twenty minutes of running later, he'd made it to the spaceport. He took a minute to get his breath back and when he looked back up, he saw Commander Fraze and Ethan.
"Commander! Something's attacked the area near the Tabloid Town hospital. Many of the buildings around the hospital have been damaged, but the hospital itself seems undamaged. Also, Royal Envoy Shade, the ninja Vyt, and I encountered and fought a strange monster earlier. It dissolved into dust and went into the hospital. I came here for backup. I left one of my minitanks here in storage, I can get it out and bring it with whoever else you're sending to investigate."
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Post by Jina on Dec 14, 2009 0:14:03 GMT -5
Brassport The windows of the Assembly Hall rattled. Owen looked around, and then ran out of the door to see something big and purple in front of a crowd. Oh, yegods, it's Barney.
"Barney" turned into a human. Owen noticed somebody else with her, but was distracted when she spoke. "Greetings, we come as envoys of the Mage Guild. You have a wonderful city, I managed to admire so much of it from the air. It is such a pity that you have entered into such a dangerous world."
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Is she kidding? We invented "Hai there natives, we're a god so give us ur cheezeburgers kthxbai." ...Still though, she could get to be a little annoying, if she's a mage... He'd need to... umm...
...start a riot...
...mage...
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"She's a witch!"
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Post by Nasuella on Dec 14, 2009 0:51:52 GMT -5
Tabloid Town
It's okay to be nervous, Nasue repeated to herself in her mind. You've just become part of a pirate crew. You're in a part of town you've never been in before. The world's falling apart. You're stuck as a small critter without proper hands and you're on a giant black thi--the blarf.
The newest member of the crew was hiding in the blarf's fur, a short distance away from Huntress. The small blue furry critter had been very careful to not get too close; having someone you could trust nearby was a comfort, but there were limits, especially when it came to the people who were in charge. Besides, Nasue barely even knew the rest of the crew.
She only hoped it didn't show in her body language too much.
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It took a little while, but not-Bird finally saw the hospital, as well as the surrounding area. It was the only intact building, there was debris just about everywhere, and the dust had been going in that direction - that was suspicious. As she flew overhead, she saw the man she'd followed, as well as another person (a woman) running into the building. The lights flickered, and there was a scream.
Alighting on the remains of a nearby rooftop, Kwoiffei watched the human. He spotted the feline - Don't tell me he followed me! - and told him about what had just happened. He was going to get help. And then he ran off.
The Underdeep. Kwoi fought the urge to hiss when that thought came into her mind - it was her enemy.
Dropping from the rooftop, "Bird" landed on the ground. She still seemed to be a normal bird... except that she was getting bigger. A lot bigger. And the front wings were changing into legs, and the feathers were giving way to green scales. Skin began to cover her mouth once again, and teeth returned.
This was probably inviting trouble. Changing into some dragonlike creature (sans wings) in front of the feline would no doubt make him even more suspicious. But all the same, no bird, no matter how large or powerful, would be able to take the beating she suspected she'd recieve from whatever was in that building.
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Near the Ninja Dojo
The group hadn't gotten far before trouble came. Out of seemingly nowhere, Kiddo had jumped - then fire struck the ground. Kovaran literally leapt backwards, glancing up towards the sky. It was a bird.
One of the immortal firebirds he'd heard about. It flew around some more, shooting more fire at Kiddo - and the people behind her.
"Move!"
As he bellowed that command, Kovaran also jumped out of the way. Mid-jump, he twisted his body around so that he would land on his feet, and did so, skidding a few feet before stopping.
He grabbed the handle of Zankantou, but this quickly proved to be unneeded as Kiddo hurled herself into the air and... punched the firebird? He couldn't tell. The next thing he knew, it exploded into bright, searing flame, and there was a horrible scream.
When it cleared, there was nothing left of Kiddo, or the bird.
Did she...
Did she give her own life to save us?
The komodo dragon released his grip on the scabbard, and called out to the others - loud enough for a flying kitsune to hear from quite a distance.
"Is anyone injured?"
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Post by Moonlight on Dec 14, 2009 1:08:01 GMT -5
~Crashing Choppa~
Wilhelm peeled his attention from the strange flying machine tailing them and groaned when the chopper lurched sharply once more, righting itself just enough to get a little more air time. We're going to crash, aren't we?
Could this day get any worse? Well, the rhetorical answer would be yes, yes it could. But it's better to stick to the positive. He braced himself in his seat, feeling the crash, and was pushed to the floor of the vehicle. All's well, I suppose, since the cane beside him was thrown to the window from the force of the crash, where it remained impaled.
He staggered up. Nothing seemed to hurt much, but he put his palm to his forehead and felt a thin line of wetness. I shard of glass must have grazed him... Oh, well. Wilhelm worked himself out the semi-crushed door like the others had, who were all standing around or examining the damaged chopper. At least no one was hurt badly.
He stepped over to the window side, grasping the cane in both hands and trying to wrench it from the broken pieces of glass. It broke free and Wil examined it for damage.
Finding only minimal damage, he ignored it for now and went over to the others to see if they were okay.
"Great...Now what are we going to do?"
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~Somewhere in Mage Manor~
Hallways upon hallways upon hallways...
Juverna ran her fingers along the walls of the manor and tried to locate the target of her "master's" order to no avail. The doorways and paths seemed to be the same, jump around, or just hide themselves from her. She blamed her concentration. Though she didn't complain; it delayed what would probably come.
A door up ahead swung open, but Juverna ducked into a corner while the mage passed on by quickly. Mages. She didn't quite know what would happen if they caught her, but even death wouldn't matter at this point. Rivanth had his ways...
She hated magic. It could blind you, deceive you, control you; and you wouldn't know it until it was too late. She glanced momentarily at bindings on her wrist.
Voices. Halting, Juverna stood with her back to the door. Listening. Of the many words being spoken, one seemed familiar.
Oh, well, it had to happen sooner or later...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2009 2:49:58 GMT -5
Another World's Northern Tundra >> Near Brassport
In a circle sat nine figures. A voice sounded in the air, distant and desperate. They all knew who it was asking for their aid. They stood as one and moved to the base of a cliff.
There, set into the rock, was a rift. It had been tiny, only the size of a pinhead, except that now it was much bigger and growing. The nine figures could feel its power drawing them in, pulling them through.
“I have to go,” said Wolven, God of Song.
A woman with crystalline eyes took a step forward. “I will go too.”
“My love, no…” began Wolven, but his wife cut him off as Asiya smiled, giving her beloved husband a look as soft as the Moon she represented. “He’s my son too. Come.”
Wolven took a deep breath, nodded and turned to the rift. He joined hands with his beloved as her power began to wash over the two of them. Together, they travelled through despair to another world. They began to follow the faint tug that was their son, finding him near the outskirts of a city that had once resided in their own world.
Asiya’s fingers touched the temples of her dying son and the two of them stepped into his dreams. Wolven began to sing the Song of Recreation, his voice calm and clear and teach note perfected, reflections of the joy of life and the determination for it to continue.
Slowly, Sarn’s wounds began to knit together as Wolven’s face, a mask of concentration, relaxed, having completed the song. Sarn stirred in his sleep, feeling the presence of his parents, seeing their faces and hearing their voices.
“Sarn,” breathed Wolven, a look of parental disappointment clouding his face, “what have you done?”
“Father, I …”
“You knew this would happen. How could you be so foolish? There is a hole in the fabric of our world as well as this one and it has grown and splintered thanks to you. The world is fragmenting, the Underdeep is expanding and it’s all because you wanted your sister with you.”
The stern gaze of his father was enough to make Sarn quake in fear. In a pathetic voice, he whimpered. “I didn’t cause this!”
“Perhaps not, but you allowed it to happen. You did what you always do; you put your own selfish wants before those of anyone else. Think about the people of Brassport; think about those whose families were not in the city.”
“I didn’t think …” Sarn stammered, but Wolven cut him off.
“No, you didn’t think. That is your problem, Sarn. That is why this world is falling apart. This is why you left us to begin with.”
The guilt flared up as fresh as ever, like his father had stabbed him in the heart and tears leaked from Sarn’s eyes as he fell to his knees, a pleading look contorting his lovely face. “What must I do?”
“Nothing. There is nothing you can do to fix the rift, but you can help the people of Brassport. You must tell them and help them rebuild. You have your sister to help and guide you and she is wise. Let her be the reason to your passion.”
“Wolven,” Asiya spoke softly, warningly to her husband. He spoke faster.
“My son, someone or something bigger and more powerful than you could imagine orchestrated this. You can do nothing and you shouldn’t even try. But the Dance of Death rings loudly in this world and there will be much heartache. You and your sister must help to stem the flow before this world is bled dry. Tell them, Sarn. Give them the truth they deserve.”
And with that, they were gone. Asiya pulled them back through the rift and into the arms of the other Star Gods who nursed the exhausted parents. Sarn wept bitterly before he was jolted awake. He realized that he had been crying for real. As he opened his eyes, he felt his tired body, slightly regenerated but still very weak and sore. He saw another knight, Ro, nursing his wounds and he lay back in a haze of pain, still weeping silently.
“I caused it,” he said softly, “I made this happen. It’s my fault.” He sobbed, gasped and let fresh tears run down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, dear one … So very sorry …”
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Post by Huntress on Dec 14, 2009 10:25:43 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town))
"Well, this is it."
The blarf, together with his passengers, was standing in front of the fence that bordered Merpo's mansion. Its upper edge was about level with his back. Hunty eyed it critically.
"What, we're gonna storm the gates?" Bloody Mary asked suspiciously. "Couldn't you just ring the doorbell like normal people?"
"Hrm," did the captain, then apparently came to a decision. "Hold on and watch the spikes, everyone. You, boy? Jump."
The meepit's head jerked sideways. "What do you mean, ju-UAURGH!"
Blarfs, who look like ambling battering rams, aren't exactly graceful. They're slow and somewhat lazy, and so people who don't know them well tend to liken them to bears: big, fuzzy, cuddly, and easy to run away from due to their inherent clumsiness.
People who don't know much about bears, that is.
Ten metric tons of muscle flew over the wall with all the effort of stepping over a log and landed on the lawn with a soft heavy thump. Then the blarf turned to stare at the mansion, head raised and floppy ears perking. Somewhere deep in his body, in the torso more than in the throat, a growl made its way to the surface like rolling thunder.
"Yeah, something's up here, alright," Hunty grumbled, sliding off his back. "Mkay, gentlemen, if you see anything dangerous, shoot first and don't ask any questions. No such thing as a fair fight when the Underdeep is concerned." She glanced at Nasue. "And you... uh, as of now I've no idea what you can and can't do, so just use your best judgment? Heroics are nice and all but we generally ultimately prefer to stay alive at the end of the day."
"Isn't this technically breaking and entering?" Bloody Mary asked as they headed for the front door. "I mean, the gates were closed."
"Mm, no. It's considerate traffic maintenance. Can't have left the blarf on the street, the city watch would have our heads for blocking the road." Hunty rang the doorbell and leaned against the wall to wait. She had no doubt that it'd take anyone a good ten minutes to reach the door at this house.
"Ah-huh," the meepit said absentmindedly, scratching his nose. Was there magic nearby?
Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned on the captain's shoulder and looked down.
Hunty's sword came in two states. It was actually made of tin, carved with runes that made it look like a cheap WoW replica and was overall so laughable that she usually avoided carrying it in public for the sake of her reputation. It was powered by the universal laws of narration and glowed white-silver when in actual use.
Never before had the meepit seen it glow lavender.
Somewhere in the mansion, an elf perked her ears.
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Post by Sq on Dec 14, 2009 11:16:30 GMT -5
(Crashed choppa)
After the crash, Sytra squeezed herself out of the chopper along with the rest of the mercs. Aside from feeling like a complete nincompoop for having throttled their escape plan within minutes of the chopper's launch, she had minor cuts and seemed okay.
The man who had been inside the strange aircraft had landed and rushed over to them. Sytra narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, hand hovering over her weapons.
"Are all of you all right? I have an aid kit if you need it."
He seemed friendly enough, so she relaxed.
"I think I'm okay. Who're you? It's a pretty dumb idea to be flying around over here at a time like this." She looked behind her shoulder into the distance, where she could still see the red flame burning up the forest next to what had been their headquarters.
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