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Post by Huntress on Dec 20, 2009 17:43:56 GMT -5
((Merpo's lab))
"You're all sure that it was Commander Strife? I'm going to have to tell Spacefleet, because we haven't been able to find out where he's been. And Rane's one of the gem pirate captains, right? Why are we talking to him?"
"I'm not sure of anything until I see it with my own eyes," Hunty said, leaning against the table, "but Bloody Mary's senses generally don't mess with him. Your call, really. As for Rane..."
A face came to her mind. A face of a friendly, permanently somewhat worried-looking guy who looked rather like Luke Perry dressed as a musketeer and who, against all odds, controlled a huge pirate fleet that according to latest reports had set up something like a loosely coordinated empire in the archipelagos down in the west.
"He's a pirate lord," she said, "which is more like..." This was always hard to explain to non-pirates. "Well, know how pirate crews are all equal and separate and all captains are equal and no crew stands above the others and there's absolutely no man who'd control all those crews and have power over all those captains? Rane is that man."
She hesitated before delivering the next bit; this usually wasn't the kind of info she liked to leak but hey, this concerned the entire planet. "So, he owns a gem, an alchemical-magical-not really sure gem forged from the soul of the Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse..."
Hunty paused and stared at the ceiling. "No ominous crash of thunder? Some crazy scientist's lab this is. Anyway, one of those gems gave my ship her demonic security system that's been working pretty nicely. I know that it'd have the power to protect anyone entering the Underdeep." She brightened up as a thought struck her. "Heck, if I know anything about those gems' properties, it should be able to fix this entire Underdeep thing without us actually setting foot in it. In fact... how come he hasn't fixed it already? He's a sailor, he should've noticed the anomalies by now."
"Maybe he's only closed local entrances," Bloody Mary ventured.
"Maybe." Hunty's eyes narrowed into calculative slits as she turned to look at Amneiger. "Say, would you be able to locate him? He has a black five-masted schooner, 'bout 330 feet long, the biggest vessel on this planet to my knowledge, called the Golden Mast. Shouldn't be all that hard to find. I'd track him down myself if I had more time but I suspect that we're on a bit of a schedule here."
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Post by Rider on Dec 20, 2009 18:23:17 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Merpo's Black Lab. Sit, boy. Stay. Good doggie.[/glow]
"Rane," she said sharply. "We need to find Rane."
Nothing had made sense that day since the undead alien had crashed through the roof on a motorbike, so why not?
"Protection? The Mages might be able to help with that, since I'm pretty sure that the Underdeep is some kind of magical phenomenon. Does anybody have a way of contacting them?"
"Okay, Merpo's crazy but he's not... crazy. He knows the dangers of the Underdeep as well as any. He wouldn't dive in there without protection. When I saw him, he was wearing a sort of full-body suit, like what you Fleeters wear, only... wrong. I can only assume this is the suit, because what else could it be? A + B + C = White Weewoo, if you get my drift. Now, we pirates don't have the ability to re-create this suit and test this, but you guys do."
She paused. "I know this is a gamble. But so is everything we pirates do. Best get used to it."
[glow=red,2,300]Brassport[/glow]
Blackstone was barely done with his speech when Adeline high-tailed it to Blackstone's office. She skidded to a halt when she saw Blackstone's secretary still faithfully waiting at her desk. Looks like she wasn't getting in that way.
The secretary raised her head and looked straight at her. Panicked, Adeline ran back outside.
Gotta think, gotta think... There was the window. But it was so high up. If only she had some materials, she could...
No time. Wait, other children got through windows all the time, did they? Adeline put a hand on the tree right outside Blackstone's window. It was filthy and rough. How could other children stand these things? I mean, it's not like there were a lot of them around. But kids seemed to like the few that were.
It looked so frail. Adeline wondered how it would hold her weight.
No time. No time to wonder. Adeline leapt onto the first branch, struggling and panting. Well, that was a smudge on her dress. it would take a minute to get that out. But all in all, not bad. She scrambled onto the second branch and heard a sickening tear. Well that might be a bit harder to fix. Pity, she liked this dress. It was one of her favorites. She started for the third branch, but one of her hair-ribbons got caught on a twig. She cried out in surprise, then realized that a crowd of children had gathered at the base of the tree to watch. What was it that other children did when they wanted their peers to go away? Oh yeah, that was right. She stuck her tongue out at the spectators.
OK, only two more branches to go. Oh my, is that a cut? That's unsanitary. I should wash it right away - But no, no loose water anywhere and no time. Oh my. Last branch. How do other children stand this? Birds could nest in my hair! The branch isn't going to hold me. Steady... steady... Gotta open the window. Aaaaand... click! I've just got to lift the window and...
Adeline tumbled head-over-heels into Blackstone's office, letting out a little "Oof!" She leapt up, shut the window and - Voices, voices outside There was a table to the side with papers on it and a tablecloth to hide her. Adeline dove under it and waited.
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Post by Rikku on Dec 20, 2009 18:43:15 GMT -5
Brassport
The fellow who seemed to be taking charge asked to speak to them. Rikku nodded noncommittally.
This was all getting a little out of hand. Subtle manipulation wasn’t really her thing, and besides which, it wasn’t working. If the two of them couldn’t convince this leader chap of the guilt of the other Guilds, or at least cause some chaos, there’d be no point at all. They might even end up just needing to cut their losses, kill the guy and get out while they still –
Kill the guy. Kill the leader of this new Guild. Leaving it without a leader, a snake without a head.
She followed passively. Her feigned innocence might have been more convincing if she wasn’t wearing a really worrying grin.
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Post by Ikkin on Dec 20, 2009 21:36:41 GMT -5
"It was accidental!" the ninja lizard said, backing away from Sev but refusing to look away. "I only intended to - to restrain it! Him! I did not mean--did not mean to--"
As soon as he was far enough away from Sev, Ikkin stepped between the two, still holding her sword at the ninja threateningly.
"Didn't mean to," she snarled, her voice shaking. "Could you really be that stupid! What did you think would - "
Her outburst was cut off by another ninja (the one whose name she should have known) calling out and drawing her katana.
Ikkin didn't stop to think - she tossed a ball of fire in the direction in the other ninja's direction as soon as she saw the flash of light off of the steel katana.
"You ninja sure aren't acting very apologetic," she said, keeping her voice low. "You wouldn't leave him lying there if you really cared about him!"
***
Sev wasn't quite sure whether he was dead or alive anymore - his body certainly hadn't restored itself yet, but he still felt a lot like he did when he was in between lives.
He was having trouble feeling the thing that was trying to control him, too - it seemed to fade in and out, depending on whether he thought he was alive or not.
Maybe that was it... if everyone thought he was dead, it would go away?
Maybe... but, the cost seemed way too high. He wasn't going to stay like this forever, no matter what it was that was possessing him.
Ikkin would find the answer. And, for now, he thought, it was probably safe to rest. So, he did.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 20, 2009 22:42:20 GMT -5
Mage Manor
Kiddo was somewhat surprised that no one had been alerted to her crash through the window. Things remained quiet. She bent over, putting her ear against the floor again. The Manor had noticed, that was sure, and didn't seem too happy that she had broken a window.
"Sorry," Kiddo whispered, "It was either that I hit the ground. And that would have hurt. Where do I go?"
But there wasn't any answer, just a mild sense of unhappiness. She certainly wasn't making any friends with the building. So she looked around. It appeared to be a lab and Kiddo moved slowly through the tables, careful not to upset anything. She wasn't as certain with her new form anymore, not after falling, and walking on two legs was an odd experience. She kept feeling like she was going to fall forwards but it didn't happen.
So concentrating on not upsetting the Manor any further, she opened the door to the hallway without listening to see if anyone or anything was outside. So the door just swung open, seemingly of it's own power while Kiddo stood stock-still in the doorframe, realizing her mistake.
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Post by Nasuella on Dec 20, 2009 22:50:32 GMT -5
Merpo's lab
Nasue was still unconscious. Um, yeah.
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Near the Dojo
This was definitely not good. The stranger was now pointing her sword at him, and her words were harsh - and true.
He could hear PFA call out a name (Ikkin? Her name was Ikkin?). The stranger threw a fireball in the other ninja's direction. Up until now, Kovaran had been silent, but the moment he saw this attack he yelled at the younger ninja.
"Move! And watch what you mention!"
Now he looked back at the stranger. He knew he had to keep his eye on her in case she attempted anything else dangerous. But even then, part of him didn't want to look away for some strange reason... sorry. *brick'd* Won't do that again.
Kovaran didn't say anything. But he wasn't moving anymore, either. He was open to attack, without his sword... and remained still.
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Outside TT Hospital
Shhhhhhhhh--
There were several obvious ways to get out of being grabbed like this. One way was to change into something much smaller, but that would risk being crushed, especially with a creature like this. The other way was to become something much bigger - but this other shapeshifter would probably know some bigger forms as well.
And then she heard the familiar voice of the feline, telling them to stop fighting or else. Well, that was delightful.
"You think--" she growled, while beginning another transformation, "--it's that easy?! This other--" her feet were getting larger; a lot larger, "--shapeshifter's trying to knock me out!
"I'm not--asking for help--just--" And now the rest of her was getting larger, too. Hopefully, just a few more seconds and she'd be able to get out of the troll's grip.
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The River Tigris (with an Early Bird Cameo)
Oncara seated himself at the bar of The River Tigris, taking the time to look around the tavern. It was one of those places that liked to pretend it was higher-class than it really was, with fancy decorations that had obviously come about through cutting costs. But at least it was less of an eyesore than most taverns.
With the exception of the janitor. What the hell?!
For some bizarre reason, a short, black-scaled humanoid dragon in brown pants and a short-sleeved grey shirt was dancing with a mop. And he was dancing in a manner not unlike a foxtrot or a waltz.
Grumbling, Oncara turned to face the bartender, a tubby human man. "White wine."
"What kind, sah?"
"Don't care."
A few long minutes later, the feline ninja was sipping from a glass when he was joined by a creature that could only be described as some kind of centaur. This was the man he was looking for.
"Hey, Oncara!"
"Hello." Trying to ignore the janitor, who was now singing atrociously, the panther looked at his contact. "I need your assistance."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2009 2:26:43 GMT -5
<<Mage Manor>>
The mage was midway through a leg of chicken when the small chaos in the Underdeep struck. She coughed a bite onto the bedspread and doubled over, clutching her sides. "Sra!" she swore, gritting her teeth and looking as though she were trying not to throw up. "Hasa ebri..."
[Aly!]
The girl felt a warm pile of fur against one of her hands, and she slowly straightened up. "Sra," she muttered again.
[What happened?]
"You can guess," she retorted, putting a hand over her chest and lightly massaging it. "I cut the flames, but I guess something managed to hit them just before that. A lot of...something. Probably Underdeep stuff."
[What? Wait...Aly, we should--]
"If I hear one word of advice I'm going to stab something." She stood and stripped the robe from her shoulders, tossing it on the bed and gathering her quiver and bow. "I'm fine. That was just a little unexpected." There'd been a sharp pain in her heart, but that had subsided now. Though she felt a little weaker than just a minute earlier, that wasn't going to stop her.
[At least borrow some--]
"Not right now. Just follow me." She stalked out of the room, turning down a hallway towards the basement.
At least, she'd thought she was going to the basement. Rounding a corner told her otherwise. Girl and cat drew back at once, startled, and it was the former who recovered first.
"Who the hell are you?"
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Post by Strife on Dec 21, 2009 5:59:31 GMT -5
((Dexter's Merpo's Laboratory))
With his his previous fission mailed, Strife instead decided to focus on his next priority - reclaiming his command of Spacefleet. It wouldn't be as simple as walking up to Commander Keng (or whoever the acting commander was) and asking for his position back... especially not after the trouble he aroused in the previous conflict. He would need to do a lot of side-stepping in order to avoid any criminal charges his guild might use against him.
Besides... when he becomes The Commander again, he will have no need for a lonely exiled scientist. He will have all of the firepower he needs to seal up the nightmare world once and for all.
With his new mission in mind, Strife flipped his goggles back on and decelerated his bike as he approached the end of the tunnel. He cruised out of the portal, returning to the dank mess of Merpo's mangled laboratory.
Once he was back inside the lab, he halted the bike and shut it off for the first time since he left Brassport. It sputtered to a stop, leaving behind an eerily pleasant silence. As he fixed his eyes on the other characters in the room, he slowly got off the bike, then lifted it up with his right hand and rested it upside-down on his shoulder, in the same manner that a knight might casually hold a broadsword.
He paused for a moment, staring at the others through the goggles. Rider was still here, but more had entered the room in his absence, including a woman he recognized as the probable leader of the pirates, and one of his former officers. He also thought he saw someone unconcious in the distance.
He figured they were smart enough to know that Merpo had gotten away, so he jumped right into the questioning.
"Who is your commanding officer?" he said to Amneiger while poining his free hand at the Fleeter.
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Post by Fraze on Dec 21, 2009 12:45:41 GMT -5
((Underdeep/Tabloid Town outskirts)) Merpo had finally reached the exit. There was no light at the end of this tunnel, for reasons involving the rotation of the planet and the relative position of the sun. This was a fairly small opening, barely large enough for a person to wiggle through on hands and knees. When he got out, he was greeted by moonlight and a faint city glow. Good, no one around. He checked his suit's power reserves. Hour and a half left, enough to sneak back through the Underdeep if necessary. He moved well away from the Underdeep opening before turning off the suit--remembering with a flood of conflicting emotions what had happened only a few hours ago when he deactivated the suit near the Lab's Underdeep opening. Nothing. No nightmares, no fears. Apparently the Underdeep had not escaped through this opening. Fascinating. Terrifying, but truly fascinating. If he could, he would have to study this.
Was he really bringing about the doom of this world...? He didn't know. He wasn't sure. Probably not, he thought, but it was a possibility. Unless he could find a better way to contain the harvested shreds of the Underdeep, it was a very distinct possibility. Had he been more introspective, Merpo might have realized that he didn't particularly care. Certainly, causing life on this world to be killed off would be partially a cause and partially an effect of his own plans failing, and in that sense, he did not want it to happen. But if these two events--the destruction of this planet and the accomplishment of his own goals--could be separated, then it would have made no difference to him what happened here. He walked. The harbor was below him, down a steep hill. He would stay away from it, just in case. For now, he needed somewhere to stay the night.
Ah, an inn. He entered. This was a singularly uninteresting inn, which could better be described as a Motel 6. He found the person at the desk, and put his few coins on the counter. "A r-room, please. One...one person, one night." He was given a funny look, followed by a key and directions to the room. It was on the second story, with no window. Good, less likely that someone searching for him would find him. He slept.
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Fraze only wished he could sleep. Unfortunately, with all that was going on, it was seeming less and less likely. "The virus is in the satellite network," came a gruff voice that Fraze recognized as subcommander Haggoth's. "We isolated it from the rest of the system. The thing's got nowhere to run now, but satellites are starting to go down. Messages on standard frequencies may not get through for a while." "Oh, Shrike's thorns," Fraze breathed. "Understood." Once the comm link was cut, a litany of increasingly more colorful phrases followed. It was a litany with big plans, a litany that was going somewhere and knew it, picking up speed until he caught himself nearly shouting to the night air. No use getting like that, he thought. It'll only distract you. He called the drone down. "Get Amneiger for me," he told it, and paused before continuing. "Amneiger, this is Commander Fraze. Have you made any progress?"
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Post by PFA on Dec 21, 2009 14:45:39 GMT -5
Ninja Dojo
There was a fireball, and a shout. PFA had to act fast. She could have moved, but the other ninjas were behind her--they could have gotten hurt.
Quickly and instinctively, PFA threw an arm into the air, a barrier swirling with Light and Dark magic immediately surrounding her. The fireball smashed into the barrier, leaving PFA unharmed. PFA then took a breath, trying to decide what to do as she lowered her arm, and the barrier. Words were going through her mind, but what could she say? She'd been told to watch her words, and it was wise council: Ikkin seemed furious, and PFA wasn't sure there was much she could say to make the mage calm down.
"He didn't mean to..." PFA stopped. Kovaran already tried that, it didn't work. "I'm sure he'll be..." No, that probably wouldn't go over well, either. "...Maybe we can help?"
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Crashed merc choppa
"You were coming to the Merc Base?" Jernath asked the ninja, raising an eyebrow. "Mind if I ask why? I mean, we're here now, if you wanted to talk to us..."
In response to Gil, Jernath said, "Transportation... right, I didn't think about that." He paused for a moment to think. "I don't know, maybe you can make some kind of... stretcher, or something? I don't know if you have anything in that machine to use for that..."
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Post by Draco on Dec 21, 2009 17:28:52 GMT -5
<<The Best Choppa Crash Site Meeting Ever!>>
Gil looks at Jernath, "Let me think about it for a moment." He stares at the chopper with a kind of depressed look.
Seeing it a good spot to respond, Draco answers, "We were told by our superior that something bad was going to, or all ready started, happen in the NTWF. He suggested to form groups and scout the other guilds for advice or partnership. I decided to come to you guys." He pokes at some of the canned food, still red with heat, with the end of his sword sheath.
Gil pulls the goggles on over his eyes and whispers to himself, "I have a idea..." He goes to his vehicle, takes out a small tool box, and returns to the chopper. He dives under the chopper and starts to repair the wheels. "I figure if we could repair this thing enough to start the engine we could drive it to this town you are speaking of. I'll have to take apart my Fantome a little, but this might work long enough to get somewhere."
When he felt satisfied with the wheels he went to his vehicle and began to dismantle the top wings and engines. He calls the NNPCS member over to help him carry it to the chopper, placing the stuff on the roof. He gets to work wiring it. Every now and then mumbling to himself about fossil fuel and steam. He continues to work as fast as he could.
Draco stares at him work and asks Jernath, "Do I want to ask who he is? Or should I just skip the introduction until later?"
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Post by Huntress on Dec 21, 2009 17:44:20 GMT -5
((In Merpo's laboratory Lives the smartest man you've ever seeeeen- *brick'd to neverneverland* Yeah, okay, far too easy x3))
"Merpo was in a bit of a hurry to get in there," Hunty pointed out, looking around to see if there's any water. "We don't know just how good his protection was and how much he risked." No water. Fine then. She grabbed Nasue by the neck ruff and shook her. "You! Wake up! ...anyway, it's a plan, but I think it might take time. I don't even know how fast the Deep is expanding right now. Or what might come out of it if we sit around here long enough. Why are we sitting around here again?"
Pretty much at that point, possibly because the laws of narration were a little stronger around Hunty due to the blazing Sue-sword, something drove out of the Underdeep and screeched to a halt. On a bike. Or something reminiscent of a bike, which was to say that it reminded her of TMC's chromed monstrosity, which wasn't really too close to a standard bike in itself. But it still made a better definition than 'dear gods, what is this thing?'
But when the rider got off and asked Amnei about his commanding officer, everything suddenly fell into place. Bloody Mary had been right. This voice was hard to confuse with anyone else's.
The lab seemed to become darker. Hunty was about to silently commend the evil-scientist-lab-environment for getting at least that right when she realized that it was because her Sue-sword had suddenly gone out.
...which was bad. Really bad. The sword was mentality-based. It worked when you were convinced that it'd work. It'd worked against this guy before. When you were in a battle situation and the Sue-sword didn't work, it meant that you'd already given up in your mind. It meant that you just knew that you were going to lose and that it was only a matter of time until the enemy saw you and crushed you. I meant that... heeey, it meant that now she could blend into the dimness of the lab like a ninja and stay on the background unharmed while the fleetpeople dealt with their own issues. Whoot, silver lining!
"Amneiger, this is Commander Fraze. Have you made any progress?"
Hunty froze on spot as the voice echoed through the lab. Oh, crap. Not him. He can't get caught in the middle of this... he will get caught in the middle of this, won't he? Part and parcel of being the current commander.
Oh gods, no. She can't just let-
The sword flared up again all of a sudden, nearly blinding her. Well, double crap. Thank you, universe.
Except - and this is when Hunty cracked a grin that didn't have an inch of humor in it - this time it meant that she was in Overprotective Mama Bear mode. In Sue-world, this meant unlimited ammo.
"You're facing a court martial if you show your face in the Spacefleet again," she said, in the voice equivalent of smashing a bottle against the bar counter. "Why'd you want to deal with them?"
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Post by Celestial on Dec 21, 2009 17:50:14 GMT -5
((Brassport))
The time for stupid negotiations was over. You are out to cause chaos, Celestial, not be a diplomat to these newbies. Who cares if you cause damage and kill people, isn't it what evil is all about? This is what you want. This talking has not gotten what I wanted either. Now, go for it. Destroy them.
You're wrong, I'm terrified of doing that. I was to be evil but at the same time, help people by doing what I do to be evil. I hope to bring peace.
Hahaha! You are hilarious. You agree with me, no matter how much you fear admitting it. You're being forced to watch your own worst nightmare unfold. I own you now, I have owned you ever since I took over your mind. You don't control yourself, I control you. Submit!
No.
I said SUBMIT!!
Celestial kneeled down in the pain coming from her head, spilling out seeminly out of her eyes and her mouth, out of every single pore in her body although there really was nothing. She didn't scream, her mouth felt full of water.
Then, there was nothing. She felt like she had seperated from her body. Yet as she tried to take control, she couldn't. It was like a nightmare. Her body was moving on her own and something else was controlling it.
Her eyes were now full of static. The Dragon Mage laughed.
"Idiots, all of you"
She grinned manically and sent a ripple throughout the hall, targeting the glass and sending it cascading out onto the street. She stirred a flame in her hand and began summoning the hydrogen in this place. The air balloons right above them popped and the mass began coming her her flame. It wasn't long before she'd kill them all and move onto everyone else.
Overlord flew in just in time to see Celestial lose it all. He screamed as she unleashed the devastation onto the helpless people below.
"Celestial!" he screamed out, trying to fly towards her.
She heard him.
"Overlord, I'm right here, please-Silence! Go away, stupid bird" she spoke and with a clap of her hand knocked the bird out of the sky. But ti was enough to destroy her spell. The hydrogen that she had gathered was set alight but it was nowhere near enough to kill them all or disable their transport. But Celestial had some control over the Underdeep. She couldn't kill them all.
"Rejoice while you can. In all storybook cliches, this isn't over" The Dragon mage screamed out at them angrily. Then, turning into a dragon in the crowded assembely hall, she flew out through the ceiling and into the sky, out of the hall
The other guilds were next. Rikku could manage on her own now, she was also controlled perfectly.
I never wanted this to happen.
((Spacefleet Network))
The Author knew it. The clone was an idiot, as usual. Unfortunately, she could only copy herself partically and so the code for Genre-Savvy and being utterly awesome was cut out as being 'not useful' by the replication program. What did it know?!
Anyway, to cut from The Author's rant before it goes too far and ends up being padding (padding, padding! Padding padding padding!), Omega SS flicked his enormous sausage paw at the clone holding the kitten. Well, she wasn't about to be poked about by some oversized program.
The kitten leapt out of the clone's hands and hid behind Omega SS, almost touching it. The Author controlled her code, trying not let it be anything other than a type 1052 maintenance program, harmless as they come. All the while she assesed this guy's code. There was so much of it, it was just so amazing.
The clone's toppled over like bowling pins in the face of a ball. They started milling around a little, wondering what to do. A couple of them showed some competence and went over to the satellites to do some damage but they didn't get far. Many were damaged by Omega SS's flick, as some were being torn apart by The Author herself. It would just look like the virus was going away.
Which would leave the sweet innocent fluffy destroyer of worlds (technically a dog but why did it really matter? Both triggered the cuteness proximity of all nearby) who was disguised as- no, was- a maintenance program. Pleas note the was.
But why get mired with backstory and seriousness? These posts were supposed to be fun, a complete opposite to the omg dramaz going on with Celestial. So she just sat there and purred, letting the LOLcat enjoy his victory and maybe carry her home.
Why oh why did she not mention that the satellite network had been cut off? Because the writer was lazy and The Author did not really care that much. She was having fun as it was.
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Post by Zylaa on Dec 21, 2009 19:16:52 GMT -5
((Merpo's Non-Genre-Savvy Lab))
Zylaa was startled, but not exactly surprised, when Hunty took a break from Sue-fighting to whack her in the face with the crossbow. She reeled back a bit with a yelp. I may have deserved that, she thought grudgingly.
"If we're going to sort out a potentially very big trouble that involves talking very nicely to a very unstable and weird guy, you are not to barge into his house uninvited. People could talk. And if we're going to deal with something that might well involve cosmic horrors and certain death, you are not to run face-first into it. Had me worried there."
"Won't happen again, Captain," Zylaa muttered.
And after an interval of time in which I am sure Zylaa did many trivial things, and also heard everything that was going on-- although she wasn't exactly sure that talking with this Rane person was the best of ideas, as he was a) a pirate lord and b) keeper of the most powerful artifact known to the planet-- and frankly, she felt entitled to write a few run-on sentences about this, but checked herself-- she ended up in the basement, facing a guy that she had only seen once from a distance, but heard all sorts of scary things about. A guy whose sheer presence made Hunty's magic sword flicker out. This was probably not good. Zylaa reached into her coat for her spoon, ready to bring out the weasels if a fight should start.
Of course, she thought as Fraze's voice echoed through the lab and the Sue-sword blazed into life again, they might just stand around mesmerized by the sword, anyway. Darn hope-based weaponry.
(Unbeknown to Zylaa... okay, perhaps guessed at, but "unbeknown" is a much cooler word... the weasels, far off, had just begun a furious instrumental debate over whether to play "Love is a Battlefield" or "Invincible.")
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 21, 2009 20:26:28 GMT -5
((Michelle, I'm assuming Aly ran into Kiddo as she's in a hallway and just bumped into a stranger))
Mage Manor
"Who the hell are you?"
'what' might have been a good question as well, but Kiddo was definitely not the only non-human running around. For a moment she stared at the mage. Aly was close enough that Kiddo's invisibility was partly faded and the tall, feline form was visible as through a mist. The lavender eyes with no pupil and a faint glow were fixed on the mage and one rabbit-like ear twitched.
This... was a mistake.
"No one," Kiddo said, edging out from the room and into the hallway, "Just... no one."
Then she dropped to all fours and took off running, the invisibility sliding back into place as she gained distance. If she could get enough of a lead on the mage she'd be fine.
And then there was a sharp turn where there had been none before. Cursing loudly Kiddo tried to stop, claws skidding across stone, and slammed against the wall the Manor had so kindly put in her way. Dazed, she flashed into visibility again, her form outlined against the wall.
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