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Post by Huntress on Dec 22, 2009 22:23:51 GMT -5
((*shouldn't even bother with these anymore*))
So all of a sudden, Fraze was back in the picture. This was either a very bad thing or a very good thing. A very bad thing because a potentially evil undeadish psychopath was currently in the same picture but a very good thing because, well, Fraze was in the picture. Still, considering how there was currently no hacky-slashy and a lot of fairly rational talk, Hunty figured that it paid to have a positive mindset. So she lowered her sword into the carefully calculated 'I'm not threatening but you're not off the hook either' position, and did what she did best: listened on the sidelines.
Hunty had long since learned that diplomacy was mostly the art of listening. It was amazing what you could learn when listening to people. Especially if you listened to what they didn't say. Chief medic, huh? Strife may have blown it off as an insult but she'd still seen how Fraze had said it. She filed this under Worth Remembering.
"If the savage may offer her slightly different insider viewpoint here," she interjected rather matter-of-factly, "then the Underdeep has been around for pretty much as long as anyone can remember. It's sortof intertwined with this world. I have no idea if it can be destroyed, and even if so, there's no guarantee what might happen. Some of those entrances cause currents out at sea, for instance. It's the excess that's causing problems but destroying the entire Deep will be curing a headache with a guillotine."
"Gunpowder," Bloody Mary said. He'd dropped off Rider's shoulder in the meantime and was now scrabbling back up Hunty's clothes to reach his usual perch.
Hunty blinked, then turned her head. "Say what?"
"Bad metaphor," said the meepit, appearing behind the captain's shoulder and squinting defiantly in Strife's general direction. "It's more like burning a witch who has twenty pounds of gunpowder hidden under her skirts. Sure, you'd get rid of the witch no problem, but you'll also get rid of your village, unless you get really lucky."
"Yeeeah," Hunty said slowly, her train of thought completely thrown off the tracks. "That works. Um, so anyway, by all means, fix the Underdeep. Just don't explode my home world in the process. I'm rather fond of it. Silly, I know, but it's a sentimental thing."
She seemed hesitant for a moment, but then decided that with the planet's fate at stake, all bets are off. "And I don't intend to ever set my foot into the Underdeep to seal it. Remember a certain gem? We waged a little war-like thing over it back on the day? I know where I can find its brother," pirates tend to interpret 'all bets off' as 'always keep some backdoors open', "although it's entirely possible that I'll need some help finding it. I daresay it'd work a little better than blindly wading into a planet-sized dimension and trying to beat it into submission with your mind."
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Post by Tokala on Dec 22, 2009 23:02:38 GMT -5
Blackstone began to turn away, just in time to feel a shockwave that happened only an instant before all the glass flew out of the windows. He hit the ground hard. Every engineer knew the signs of an impending explosion, and even if there was nothing he could do about this one, he hadn't gotten to the top by being stupid. "No," said a wry voice in his head, "You got ahead by being friends with the guy who discovered the next big thing in Energy Production." But now was not the time for semantics. As a couple of screams reached his ears, so did the wave of heat from the explosion. He didn't want to look and see what had happened, and he was lucky he didn't, as the ceiling was then falling down on them as well. The podium made a good makeshift shelter, but he could only see out at Athar. The idiot was just standing there, cloak outspread over both his arms.
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He sensed it coming. Something moved in the air that he had just molded to his will, and it gave him the momentary forewarning he needed to trace the circle yet again and force a thin layer of air to become solid around him. He stood there watching as the so-called Mage was replaced by the giant flying beast. He quickly hurled a bolt of that solid air at the beast.
"I was going to kill the leader! This is not in the plan!"
Athar smiled. Someone always decided to go against the plan and leave their companion in the dust. It was better to be the betrayer than to be dead. Or in a fix like this one now was. He smiled.
The smile was immediately replaced with a grimace as the glass shards started to form up into... something. One of them formed right next to him. It smashed through the thin layer of air, not even seeming to care about it, only caring that it got to plaster Athar all over the floor of the Assembly Hall. His Assembly Hall. "Not in MY Assembly Hall" he thought, and threw himself away from it, receiving a blow to the face in order to get away.
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The Clockmaker expected it. He'd expected it as soon as the Dragon had landed. Maybe not this exactly, he more expected it to breathe fire, not steal hydrogen from overhead. Fortunately, aside from a minor cut across his forehead, nothing seemed to be injured. The dragon disappeared onto the horizon before he got his wits about him enough to realize he should have jumped on it's back and looked for it's vulnerable.
“But hey, who needs plans?” the remaining woman spoke for only the second or third time, directly admitting the plan to kill Blackstone. Not that the Clockmaker cared for Blackstone, but the man was a person, and letting people's souls go to these witches was not the best idea. He quickly emptied his largest sack from behind his back, gears, springs, keys and odd shiny bits of crystal all fell out on the floor. It pained him to see that happen, but this might even be more important than the project he always carried with him. For once he might influence the history that he was recording. One burlap bag, one witch.
One chance.
He sprung, more literally than it would seem for a man his age, but his body was far more than met the eye. The rim of the bag started to settle around the witches head.
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Post by Ikkin on Dec 22, 2009 23:57:13 GMT -5
Ikkin couldn't help but scoff at the light-and-dark-powered ninja's attempts to make things better. "He didn't mean to...", "I'm sure he'll be..."
Like that really mattered.
"...Maybe we can help?
Now that caught Ikkin's attention.
"Help? You want to help? What'll you do, set him on fire and hope he doesn't try to kill you if he comes back? Great idea!"
Then again, it's not like she had any better ideas herself. The only thing she could think of was to take Sev back to the Manor and hope she could find something there that would be able to help him...
And she couldn't even do that, really. Considering Sev's size and state, by the time she got him back to the Manor, he'd probably be beyond any kind of help.
Wait a minute... maybe the ninja did have something to offer, after all.
"If you're actually willing... it would be nice to get some help taking Sev back to Mage Manor."
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Post by Draco on Dec 23, 2009 0:35:43 GMT -5
<<The Site The Mercs Crashed At>>
After a few moments of rewiring and installing the Fantome engines to the chopper, he dusts himself off. He stares at the thing he created in awe. It had a body of a helicopter, it's propeller was replaced by a small set of wings (which would never lift it off the ground) and a small alchemy steam powered engine, the tail was removed all together and replaced by a rotor large enough to help propel the monstrosity, and finally the skids have been removed and replaced with what was left of the Fantome for added wheel support and steering (and of course the Fantome's two guns are still attached as well).
"I call it the Phantom Merc.... Well, the name is still pending, but for now it will do."
He climbs into the drivers seat, and begins to flip a few switches. After a few moments the engines sound and machine moves a little. He kicks the broken windows out of the front calls out, "Let's hope this thing lasts long enough for us to get somewhere."
The NNPCS member jumps in and sits co-pilot to Gil, "No way am I dieing while serving under Draco! One punishment and I'm a goner! This guy seems safe."
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Post by Nasuella on Dec 23, 2009 1:43:06 GMT -5
Near TT Hospital
If anyone could read minds, they'd find that Kwoi's was currently full of language that would send the RP flying into M-rated territory. But that's only slightly relevant to what's going on.
Another human(?) appeared shortly after the feline did, and shot some bolts right at the shapeshifter. Now "Bird" was swearing out loud, simply because she couldn't get out of the way in time - and a noise that sounded like a roar of pain rapidly followed as she was knocked back by the impact. Then a few more.
At least the other shapeshifter let go of her, instead grabbing the catboy and roaring at him. Kwoi took advantage of this to get back on her feet, quickly adding a few extra layers of hide to cover up the damage. If they saw the blood, things would turn bad very fast.
And... oh, joy. The other shapeshifter, and the mage, were servants of the Underdeep. The Enemy.
At least she sort of had a temporary ally in the feline, who gave his opinion on shapeshifters before beginning an attack on the troll.
"You know, telling potential enemies what your plans are is probably the worst thing you can do," she growled. "Because then they can stop you from achieving your goals!"
With that, she took to the air, now waiting for her opponents' next move.
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Near the Dojo
PFA began to speak - then, again, and then finally asked if the ninjas could help. This seemed to get Ikkin's attention; at first she bit about how setting the firebird on fire would not help, then she went silent for a short while.
During this silence Kovaran got to his feet and stood up, roughly brushing the dirt off his clothes while still watching the situation. It looked less like a confrontation now.
Finally, Ikkin seemed to accept the offer of help. Kovaran audibly sighed with relief; a fight had been avoided, at least for the time being.
"Since I caused this--" he paused. "--assisting you is the least I can offer. So I shall."
With that, he walked back to where Zankantou had nearly embedded itself in the ground. With surprisingly little effort he lifted the massive sword and reattached it to his back. (Due to its size, even someone as strong as the big lizard could only carry it on his back.) He turned back to face the group--
And then he remembered something.
"Mage! The one in robes! You possess a healing scroll, correct?"
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Post by Jina on Dec 23, 2009 6:29:41 GMT -5
Tabloid Town The shapeshifter rose up in the air, and stayed still, as if waiting to be attacked. Patri took the oportunity to Grapple her. She wouldn't be able to hold such a large beast in place, but she could slow her down sufficiently to stop Sandra from having to worry about surprise attacks.
The glass shards that Vyt had thrown bounced off Sandra, just as Kwoi's horn had. Vyt charged at Sandra - I've noticed a pattern in his attacking style at this point, by the way - so she simply grabbed him and bearhugged him, to absorb the crash. She lifted him, still keeping a good hold around his body to stop him from trying to scratch her. She carried him over to the hospital. Patri Grappled open a window for her, and she put Vyt down on the window sill and slammed the window down on his legs to trap him in place.
Once again, Patri took on the role of generating understandable language. "Look, catboy, whatever your name is. You are going to leave here, one way or another. Now, we're going to give you the option again. Would you rather spend tonight in a cosy inn in Tabloid Town, or do you actually want to go and live out your nightmares? You see, the fact of the matter is, this hospital, along with everything in it, is ours. There's nothing you or anybody else can do about that. Do you really want to throw away sanity for the sake of one building?"
Mage Manor "Yeah, it is. What do you want from us? As you can see right now, we're a little bit busy."
"Well in that case, I'll give you a hand, and then afterwards, you can answer a few questions of mine."
On the other side of the wall, Halin lifted his sword once again and pushed it right through, widening the hole. It was then he heard voices. "Put up a shield," he said to Corenu.
Owen watched the sword punch through the hole. "Oh, is that your problem? That's easy enough." He jumped forward, grabbed the sword, and bent it.
Halin tried to pull his sword back out for another swing, but it wouldn't move. He looked through the hole to see what had happened. "...Ah. I think we may have to come back with the others, after all." He looked at Corenu, who nodded. Once they had left, the shadows started pressing harder against the hole.
Owen looked down at the darkness coming out from the hole, and backed off. "Did I do that? ...That's a bad thing, right?"
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Post by Strife on Dec 23, 2009 6:52:04 GMT -5
((Bal S'oprem))
Huntress stepped in with some words of her own. Teaming up with Spacefleet - or rather, Fraze - really must have knocked some sense into these pirates, Strife thought to himself.
"Remember a certain gem? We waged a little war-like thing over it back on the day? I know where I can find its brother, although it's entirely possible that I'll need some help finding it. I daresay it'd work a little better than blindly wading into a planet-sized dimension and trying to beat it into submission with your mind."
A second gem? And they need help finding it? This was getting more interesting by the minute. Strife really did prefer to do things alone... but if bending down and assisting these people would lead him to a possibly stronger source of power...
"You're asking for my help?" he said. He let out a short laugh. "Think about what you're saying. If this gem exists, you know very well what I will try to do with it. My personal wishes are undeniable."
"However... since we both wish to put the Underdeep to rest... I'll play along, under two conditions. One... you don't double cross me. Not like you have the time for legal matters anyway." He looked at Fraze briefly, then back at Hunty. "Two... you help me find a way to mask my voice, or restore it completely."
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Post by PFA on Dec 23, 2009 12:45:18 GMT -5
Crashed merc choppa
"Something... bad?" Jernath said in response to Draco. Instantly, he was reminded of that ominous black void that threatened to swallow their base. Could that have been what he was talking about? "If it's advice you're looking for, I'm afraid you'll have to ask someone else. Assuming that weird void counts as something bad, we're probably just as clueless as you.
"If it's partnership you want, how much money do you have on hand?" He crossed his arms over his chest with a slight smirk. "We are mercenaries, after all. And we need cash." Especially if we're going to be rebuilding the base, he added silently. Sheesh, first we didn't have food, now we don't even have shelter...
His thoughts were interrupted by the clinking sounds of Gil tinkering with the two aircrafts. Jernath raised an eyebrow. Did this guy have a hobby of building things out of whatever was available or something? (That was pretty much the definition of Steampunk, of course, but Jernath didn't know that.)
Draco seemed to have a similar train of thought. "Do I want to ask who he is? Or should I just skip the introduction until later?"
Jernath shrugged. "He says he's Gil Maxwell from the city of Brassport... which is apparently in another world or something. Which I guess isn't quite as surprising now that I look at it..."
Soon enough, Gil had finished his masterpiece--the "Phantom Merc," as he called it. Pretty impressive, Jernath had to admit, for being a vehicle made from two. Jernath decided to climb in, beckoning the others to follow if they wanted. Couldn't object to a free ride.
"Are you gonna need directions to Tabloid Town, or does your ninja friend got it covered?" Jernath asked, gesturing to the NNPC in the co-pilot seat.
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Ninja Dojo
Ikkin seemed to like the idea. PFA inwardly sighed in relief, sheathing her katana once again. Perhaps they didn't need to fight, after all.
With Kovaran's mention of Jasor and the healing scroll, PFA gave a thoughtful nod. "If you need help healing Sev, we might be able to help... but we could also help you get him to Mage Manor if you think that's what he needs."
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Post by Huntress on Dec 23, 2009 13:50:06 GMT -5
((Lab))
Hunty made a grimace and sidled towards the table where Nasue was.
"I never did say that we need your help," she said. "Well, not desperately, anyway. I'm presenting you a viable alternative in an attempt of keeping you from blowing up my home planet. That gem is far more powerful than you; more powerful than anyone in this world, you should know that. Don't expect its current holder not to know that. I'm fairly sure that he can protect this gem from you if he wants to. Otherwise I wouldn't even have brought it up."
"One... you don't double cross me. Not like you have the time for legal matters anyway. Two... you help me find a way to mask my voice, or restore it completely," Strife said.
"Point one better be mutual," Bloody Mary grumbled.
"Agreed on both points," Hunty said, "although I feel compelled to point out that if you're going to work with pirates," she cracked another humorless little grin, "you may notice that we tend to handle legal matters very, very quickly. But as long as you don't backstab us, don't worry. We don't have any grudges against you. Fraze I'm not so sure about, but as far as the pirates are concerned," she shrugged, "welcome aboard. As for the second point..."
"The intimidation factor might come in handy," Bloody Mary said. "Also, the heck? You are going to work with him?"
"Would you rather work against him?" Hunty asked grimly. "He's right, you know. We're all interested in fixing the Underdeep. After that's done, we can get back to trying to kill each other if we so please, but until then we should aim to make sure that we'll have a planet to kill each other on, am I right? And as for the voice... don't look at me, I have no idea why you talk that way in the first place. The only thing I can suggest is you learning sign language very very fast."
She turned around, feeling Bloody Mary turn around at the same time to remain watching her back - not exactly a sign of goodwill, but she didn't intend to give any either way - and leaned towards the coati. "Oh hey, you're waking up? How's that head of yours?"
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Post by Draco on Dec 23, 2009 13:56:45 GMT -5
<<Someplace where the mercs crashed, people met, and a vehicle was created>>
Draco stares at the creation before climbing in. "If payment is what you need... I recently came into some cans of food that crushed one of my men," he points to the still red cans, "I can also offer some or most of the loot I received during the Guilympics. It's a decent amount of treasure even a pirate would wish to have." He opens up his jacket and reaches into a pocket, producing a large bag (which shouldn't fit in the pocket at all) with a $ on it. He drops it on the floor of the vehicle, and a few coins and gems roll out. "The bag is mine to keep, but everything inside is yours if you wish."
Gil turns his head to respond to a earlier question, "He knows the way he says. Also, I'll offer you a trade. How about I keep this machine, and in return I'll get a group of together to help rebuild this base of yours." Just then he remembers something. He climbs out of the 'P-M,' into it's new storage compartment, takes out some large white tape, and over to the pile of parts left over from building. He begins to tape the parts together. Written on the tape is, 'Property of Gil Maxwell. Please do not take.' He then gets back into the drivers seat. "Didn't want anyone taking the goods."971
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Dec 23, 2009 14:03:53 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town Hospital))
Vyt's enemies were at least smarter than he thought, knowing that most of his attacks needed him to be around melee range. The creature, who had somehow grown to a monstrous size, simply grabbed the catboy in his place and slammed him through a window. The girl inside them pulled down the glass frame, slamming the catboy's legs in.
Vyt had no choice but to look at the girl as she started to talk her way through to him again. Why do they desperately need the hospital, anyway? Whatever the reason was, he knew he had to defend. The whole place is his sanctuary, and whoever wanted to destroy even just a measly part of it would certainly pay.
Even if it would kill him to do so.
Even with his legs stuck through the window, Vyt gritted his teeth to mentally absorb the pain. A moment later, he looked at Patri. "You... despicable wrench! I don't know what the HECK is going on, but seeing you destroy everything I loved makes me sick!"
Vyt fisted his way through the window frame. The impact caused him to stumble right inside the hospital, putting him inside the territory of his enemy. At least the troll outside would not be able to get in without smashing through, but now he figured out what to do just in case. However, he would have to see what this girl in front of him can even do.
Having his legs almost smashed in, Vyt struggled to even stand. However, he began to laugh.
"Sanity? Everyone around here have been calling me insane since I got here, and for a reason. You think all that running I've been doing is all I have? I've been trying to get myself hurt, and you fell for it."
Vyt's hands began to accumulate energy once more. An instant later, the two lumps stretched and shaped themselves, creating a sphere that surrounded the girl.
"It's a well-known fact that an injured animal is much more dangerous than a healthy one. For me, pain is power. I realized that causing pain to anyone or myself actually makes me much stronger."
The sphere started to become smaller and smaller. In time, it would crush the target inside.
"You know, you can always beg for mercy."
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Post by Rider on Dec 23, 2009 15:06:30 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Merpo's Lab[/glow]
"Two... you help me find a way to mask my voice, or restore it completely."
Had it been anyone else, Rider would have suggested "Don't talk." But this was a guy who could make her head a plode, so it didn't seem like a good option.
"I'm certain the mages have some way." She grabbed a pencil and some paper off of Merpo's desk, bringing her petty thievery count up even higher. "Until then, looks like we'll have to make do. I mean, how did your voice get to be like that in the first place?"
[glow=red,2,300]Brassport[/glow]
BOOM!
Adeline tumbled out from under the table. She sniffed the air gingerly. Smoke. Looking out the window, smoke was everywhere. Adeline ran out the door and past a very bewildered secretary.
The streets were full of people panicking, some running away from the Assembly Hall, others crying out for loved ones.
From the smoke rose monsters that gleamed. Glass fragments made into the shape of men. Something told Adeline that they would do more damage to her than the tree.
Think, think... what would daddy do in this situation? He would go to his airship! But those things are between me and the Aerodome. Not that it matters, I think some airships blew up anyway. Did the witches do this? Focus, Adeline.
One of them was leaving the hall. It looked left, right... and fixed its eyes directly on Adeline. Adeline, who wasn't meant for combat, bolted. Where to? Home was too far away. Back into Blackstone's? Oh dear, the thing was closing in on her. It was between her and the door. Adeline decided to put her tree-climbing skills to work again. Her second journey up was considerably faster than her first.
Oh my, it was attacking the tree now. Now what would daddy do?
"HELP!"
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Post by Celestial on Dec 23, 2009 16:46:01 GMT -5
((Changing location))
She shook the last bits of glass off of herself and flapped her wings a couple of times before flying up towards the sky and out of the city. Her last glimpse was of Rikku forming some glass creatures out of the shards and having them attack the people. Celestial grinned viciously. Rikku certainly knew what she was doing. There was no problem with letting her take care of this.
Celestial flew away from Brassport, all the while thinking where she had to go. There was nothing to indicate where anybody of importance was or what she could do. The dragon mage was lost.
You can go through the Underdeep. It will take you wherever you please[/color] the voice in her head said. It whispered incessantly until she was forced to turn and look for the nearest Underdeep opening. As she did she passed a strange contraption which certainly looked like it had come from Brassport. It was certainly an improvement on the crashed thing she had seen before. These Steampunkers had everything figured out didn't they?
It didn't matter now, they'd suffer too. She flew past them at speed, admiring the tilt rotor aircraft before going on.
There was an Underdeep hole below her. Without wasting any more time, Celestial dove into the blackness. She had nothing to fear from it if the nightmare was what she was living. Besides, the Underdeep inside her head would probably interact with the one outside easily. For some reason, there was room for her to fly but she transformed into a human just in case. Her normal mind was still nervous while the Underdeep relished in her presense.
My dearest messenger.
My little puppet.
I'm not your puppet.
Of course you are. Why do you think I'm leading you along?
You're only leading yourself along. I'm being dragged behind.
But you aren't letting go. You're tied to me and you cannot escape. My beautiful chaos bringer.
Shut up! I'm not going to do it!
No, you're going to watch yourself do it and be unable to stop. In time you'll realise how much you enjoy this.
She came out in a place which seemed too crampt to hold so many people but for some reason it managed. There was a previous opening here and by the looks of it, it was some sort of laboratory. There were pirates and 'fleeters there, perfectly representing the two most powerful guilds in the NTWF. And somebody whom Celestial swore she knew from somewhere.
She hissed and sniffed the air, flames dancing on her fingers.
"Well, aren't you all kindly gathered in one place? Thank you for making my job easier," she spat out maliciously and ran towards the group, targeting the pirate captian and the 'Fleet commander.
((Spacefleet Network))
And now for something completely different to the omg!dramaz of Celestial's post. The clones melted into code-goo that looked like it had escaped from somebody's fondue. The GodzillaCat would most likely assume that the virus infection had gone and would stay here, preventing her from really getting into the satellite network.
Which meant she had to take him out. Hooray, she was waiting for so long to do that and wa stretching it out because the writer of the posts did not know what to do at all, stupid person. Anyway...
The Author had finished assesing the GodzillaCat's code. It was a monster, no pun intended, of a job, something which probably took many coffees and many programmers to write. She should feel sorry for undoing this but with her also being able to correct the program, there was no problem.
The kitten jumped onto the big cat's foot and began climbing up, digging into the thing with her claws and generally being annoying if nothing else. In reality, it seemed the best place to infect the creature was in the head, plot-conviently enough. It just gave the writer of this post an excuse to try and not godmode. But she did as she must because there was no challenge in doing otherwise.
Now if the GodzillaCat doesn't- no wait, no tempting fate.
Hmm...she wondered what happened to the HUL storyline. He seemed like such a fun guy and somebody who might make an interesting NPC. Here's hoping 'shipper-on-board does not get any ideas.
Too late.
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Post by Ian Wolf-Park on Dec 23, 2009 17:30:00 GMT -5
Mage Manor
"Well in that case, I'll give you a hand, and then afterwards, you can answer a few questions of mine."
"That's fine with me, " Lupehunter replied.
A few minutes later, a sword poked out. Before he could react, he saw the person jump ahead and bent the sword. Lupehunter was impressed with the person's strength. However, he saw the person back away from the wall a few metres before noticing the Underdeep attempting to ooze out of the crack.
"Did I do that? ...That's a bad thing, right?"
"It is a bad thing, but it's not your fault because we never told you what was behind that wall before you rushed in and helped us out. However, you did stop whatever or whoever was coming for now. Anyways, now that's out of the way temporarily, what's your name, what do you want from us and where are you from?" he said before making his staff disappear.
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Post by Nasuella on Dec 23, 2009 18:09:12 GMT -5
Merpo's *ROUNDABOUT STRING OF TEXT* Lab
Hours seemed to pass. Between the headache and ringing noise, Nasue somehow managed to... continue waking up. After a while she opened her eyes, blinking groggily. Again with the brief flashes of colour. Why was her eyesight doing that?
Gods... this had better stop soon.
The first one to greet her was the Captain, who asked how she was. Well, specifically, how her head was. Nasue blinked a few more times, rubbing her face with a paw.
"My - 'ead hurts. Bad. Weird ringing noise - there's a ringing. I dunno why--"
And just when things were kinda starting to return to normal, guess what got worse? The coati grabbed her head, hissing some rude word loudly in obvious pain.
Seconds later, Celestial entered.
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Near TT Hospital
Okay, maybe going into the air was not a good idea. The next thing "Bird" knew, she felt something she couldn't see gripping her tightly. Out of shock she stopped flapping her wings and dropped to the ground, but recovered quickly enough to land rather heavily on her feet.
Clearly irritated, Kwoiffei growled and took a step forward. That thing grabbing her was holding tightly enough to slow down her movements. Well that was delightful.
Now the human(?) began speaking again. So they had taken the entire hospital? And once again, she warned the feline that they were only too willing to throw him into the Underdeep. darn it! What's taking that human guy so long to get help?!
...is he even getting help?
Now the catboy had disappeared into the hospital. Well, he was a goner... except a sphere had appeared around the human. That sphere was getting smaller. So he's not done yet? Looks like I might actually have a chance.
With a grin, she turned to face the troll. And while she was doing so, a shell was starting to form on the shapeshifter. Time to play defensively - and perhaps throw in some mind games.
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