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Post by Fraze on Dec 23, 2009 18:56:08 GMT -5
Merpo's NotMuchOfALabAnymoreFraze never failed to be amazed by diplomacy--specifically, that it actually worked. He tensed up for a second when Strife misinterpreted the last thing he had said. His ace in the hole very nearly caused him to forfeit the game*, but apparently the rest of what he had said had sunk in. Strife's information about the Underdeep was fascinating, especially the subtext. It had been just about a year exactly since Strife had disappeared--but he said it had been years. There was always the possibility of time dilation, but it seemed more likely that his perception of time had been warped. This was something to consider. "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."Fraze took a moment to reflect upon deals with the devil. "Your second point shouldn't be too hard to arrange." With this, he once again signaled the security drone. "Get me Tech storage," he said. There was a significant pause this time. It took a moment for Fraze to realize why, until he remembered what Haggoth had said--the satellite net was having difficulty, so it would take a while for the message to go through. After about ten seconds, the blinking red light came on. "This is Commander Fraze," he began. There was an acknowledgement on the other end. "Get a neck-mounted voice synthesizer into a small transport pod, well protected, and send it to--" he repeated the coordinates of the mansion. Another acknowledgement. He turned to Strife. "We've begun integrating ourselves more and more with the rest of the planet. This includes building things on the planet. But transporting parts from the 'Fleet to the planet using shuttles turned out to be expensive and time-consuming. These transport pods pretty much amount to bullet-shaped padded suitcases with parachutes and simple navigation systems. Living things would get bashed around a bit too much, since they're quite literally shot out of a cannon, but most electronics can do just fine. This one should arrive in about...half an hour or so, if you're willing to wait. It works on subvocalization, you can make your voice whatever you want. "Now, I'm with Bloody Mary. I'm willing to put aside any animosity and trickery, as long as you are. If you can agree not to go after this other Gem, I'll agree not to have the entire firepower capability of Spacefleet aimed at your forehead--at least until we find a way to fix this thing." He opened his hand and slowly, carefully, held it out. "Agreed?" He never got to find out if Strife would accept the handshake or not, since someone he only vaguely recognized came at both Fraze and Huntress from the side. In a single fluid movement he unslung the plasma rifle from his back and jumped directly in front of the newcomer. Generally, Fraze's modus operandi was "Talk first, shoot if no other options are available." It was what had gotten him this far with as little bloodshed as possible. However, the other side of this was knowing when talking would not be an option. This was clearly one such case. He aimed at the newcomer's head and unloaded three plasma rounds. Meanwhile, his armor's simple computer, responding to sudden rapid movement and increased heart rate and adrenaline levels, had the collapsed helmet raised over his head, making him completely concealed. The security drone also reacted, heading straight toward the attacker in an attempt to sting her with a powerful paralyzing neurotoxin. You just lost, by the way.
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 23, 2009 19:02:12 GMT -5
Mage Manor
Kiddo stared at Aly for a moment, noticing the wince. It seemed to preoccupy her thoughts and it took a visible effort to bring her thoughts back into line with what was being said and what was going on around her.
"Whatever the heck you're seeking answers to, if I can help, I will. But try asking me first."
"There was an earthquake," she said simply, as if reciting facts that the mage should already know, "And then the mages came looking for answers from others. Why should we have the answers? Then we were attacked... and again, mages were involved. So it makes me think... what have the mages been doing, that they would disrupt things so and have to go asking other guilds for help?"
The lavender eyes narrowed.
"I spent two years wandering the Gray Lands and only NOW am I forced back here. So what have you and yours been doing?"
She glanced to the side, staring at the walls around her.
"And if you are ignorant, then make your manor give me the answers and take me to what has been done."
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Post by Jina on Dec 23, 2009 20:22:21 GMT -5
Mage Manor "Anyways, now that's out of the way temporarily, what's your name, what do you want from us and where are you from?"
"Owen, I want to work out why you guys are telling us all to go to war, Brassport," said Owen. He looked back at the wall. "Are you sure that the problem is out of the way? Looks like that gas, or whatever it is, is about to break through very soon to me. ...You know, it's a pity we don't have anything hot right now, we could probably just seal it off by melting the sword slightly."
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Post by Strife on Dec 23, 2009 21:24:58 GMT -5
((Spacefleet Network))
After knocking over the vast majority of clones like bowling pins and stomping on them with his giant metal feet, Omega SS managed to reduce them to puddles of binary sludge. He jerked his head back and let out a victorious roar while shouting "DELETED!!"
He pranced around the digital battlefield for a minute or two, making absolutely sure that he had wiped out all of the clones. He didn't find any clones... but he did discover a rather annoying itch in one of his legs. He moved around in circles like a dog who was chasing its tail, trying to pinpoint where the itch was coming from while making the iGround shake with every step.
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Haggoth leaned back in his chair. "Report!" he shouted to the nearest officer.
"According to our scans, all traces of the virus have been eradicated," said the officer.
"Are you sure you're not getting false readings? Omega SS's subroutines are starting to get a little wonky."
"We're positive. We'll run a scan of the security suite itself to make sure it hasn't been corrupted."
((That Dang Lab Again))
Commander Fraze seemed more than willing to accomodate Strife's requests, as he gave orders to HQ to have a custom voice box delivered to the surface. He then proceeded to explain how Spacefleet was no longer an isolationist faction, but had in fact integrated themselves quite extensively into the planet.
It seemed that everything was in order for this temporary alliance. Fraze began to extend his hand out to Strife in order to seal the deal, but before Strife himself could react, someone stormed into the room from above. By the looks of this strange person, she was human, but the unnatural glow surrounding her body and the flames on the tip of her fingers instantly told him that she wasn't here for peace talks.
"Well, aren't you all kindly gathered in one place? Thank you for making my job easier," she said with a hiss while running towards Huntress and Fraze.
Just as Strife lowered his motor bike and gripped it with both hands, Fraze was the first to react, pulling out one his plasma weapons and jumping right in front of the humanoid as he fired three rounds at her head. Since Fraze was in his line of fire, and since there wasn't much room to move around inside the lab without ramming into things, he took a defensive stance and waited for an opening where he could strike. Granted, he could just as easily use his psionic powers, but he had potential allies now who could just as easily use other attacks for him.
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Post by Amneiger on Dec 23, 2009 21:40:15 GMT -5
Amneiger had gone back to keeping one eye on his laptop when Fraze and Hunty had begun talking to Strife. He'd been trying to keep having his minitank exploring the Underdeep when someone seemed to just fall out of nowhere and began to attack.
Amneiger knew that he was going to worse at combat than just about everybody else in the room, so he instead typed in orders for the minitank to draw close to the Underdeep entrance and lay in wait to ambush the strange person. If they tried to escape into the Underdeep, they would be met with barrages of bullet and grenade rounds.
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Post by Zylaa on Dec 24, 2009 1:29:15 GMT -5
((Merpo's Lab))
So!
They had struck a deal with someone who, if he was not the Devil, was close enough to make Zylaa more than a mite uneasy about any bargains. And Fraze had shown up with an uncanny sense of dramatic timing.
And then something came out of the Underdeep. Something that seemed oddly familiar, though Zylaa had no idea why.
"Well, aren't you all kindly gathered in one place? Thank you for making my job easier," it said, charging towards Hunty and Fraze.
Zylaa leapt around and in front of the captain, leveling her sword-- which would've been a whole lot more dramatic if Fraze hadn't done the same thing with bullets. Darn technology. The Ex-commander, she noticed, wasn't doing anything. Given how much she'd heard about his powers during the second Guilds' War, this struck her as somewhat unfair. But she wasn't about to step aside just to make him fight. I want people I trust fighting this thing-- and unfortunately that includes myself.
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Post by This is a work of fiction on Dec 24, 2009 2:09:44 GMT -5
((Somewhere in Dunburrow)) A figure walked briskly along a pathway. Upon closer inspection, "walk" might not have been quite the proper term. To a close watcher, it would have seemed as though something intangible was winding and twisting itself around the figure's legs, causing them to move. In fact, the figure's entire body seemed to move in this fashion. It did not move; rather, some part of the world seemed to move around it. Indeed, anyone looking at this person would have found it a rather difficult task. Most would at first glance have classified the figure as male, simply because of any lack of discerning features indicating otherwise. His face appeared to be covered entirely by a mask--a large, heavy, and rather horrific mask that those particularly well-versed in Classics would have thought quite like the masks worn by actors in ancient Greece. Anyone attempting to remove his mask--if such a venture were to succeed at all, which would have been rather unlikely--would have found that, in fact, the mask was his face, or at least, the closest thing to a face he had. But even this was not the most unusual aspect of his appearance. If you were to look at him, the thing that would have bothered you most was the sensation of being watched. Not simply a feeling that he was looking back--rather, it was a feeling that you had an audience, a whole crowd of people gathered around, staring expressionlessly at you, observing your every blink, every twitch, hearing every word that crossed your lips and every thought that went through your head. But most unnerving of all was the feeling that this whole crowd, all of them, were doing it for their own entertainment.
The figure paused--or rather, the world stopped moving around him. He looked around. Somewhere in the distance, he had heard someone. "Let's just get on with it and drain her blood already," the faraway voice said. "All the players are getting bored. Aren't you, folks?"
Hey, that was his turf. Hmm, that voice came from a vampire roleplay. But vampires don't exist. If people stopped believing in them, they would stop believing in the story. Three quarters of the characters in that RP ceased to exist due to lack of belief. Vindictive? Yes. He wouldn't have cared normally about that little tresspass, but he was feeling testy with these new orders he had been given. He was happy carrying on with his duties as they were, but for some reason they had called him all the way over to this corner of his universe. His universe. Or its, if one wanted to split hairs. Gender didn't really matter.
Ah, here it was. Of course, even in a place with geography as ill-defined as this, he knew his way around perfectly. He had almost managed to enjoy the surroundings--for a created world, this was a surprisingly nice one, lovingly crafted over the years. A barn. Four other characters were there. He recognized them all. They came from a different department, which only further confused him as to why he was sent here.
"Hey, how's it going?" he asked. In his voice were all the reactions of an audience--laughter, screams of delight, screams of horror, cheers, awwwws, boos, and applause. "Your bosses' bosses told me to visit. Apparently you've been taking too long with this whole horsemen deal, so I've been sent here to offer an alternative final member." He held out a hand. "The name's Fourth Wall."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2009 2:13:10 GMT -5
<<Mage Manor>>
"Well, I don't know the first thing about making the Manor talk or anything, so don't expect that out of me." Aly shifted a little in her position, more from not liking standing in one place than discomfort. "As for the earthquake...I'm just as clueless as you. Judging from everyone else's reaction, I don't think they know either. We were just busy fighting a bunch of shadow crap--the Underdeep. We didn't disrupt anything." Not that I know of, anyway. Though come to think of it, Rikku had been in the basement before this whole mess had started...
Right. Basement. That had been her target. "You seriously want to go and face that stuff?" the mage asked, incredulous. "No offense to you, but for one, we've only managed to seal an Underdeep entrance, not do anything to it." She thought of Rikku and Celestial being dragged in, Ikkin popping out from the entrance with Sev behind her...come to think of it, maybe that explained Sev's going out of control. "Maybe not even that. For two...you don't quite look all-there. And...three..." She thought for a long moment, then grinned. "Something's happened. If you do want to help out, I'm sure it'd be welcome. Maybe the Manor will even let you through."
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 24, 2009 7:56:50 GMT -5
Mage Manor
"Not all here?" the creature growled, "Wait until dark. The dark reveals the monsters, the supernatural, the things we don't believe in during the day. I'll be fully visible then."
She fell in a low crouch, trying to collect scattered thoughts. She knew of only one entrance to the Underdeep and that had been sealed long, long ago. If there were more... well, it wasn't impossible. In fact, it was pretty plausible. They couldn't seal away their nightmares permanently - they'd just blocked off the worst of the entrances so idiots wouldn't wind up blundering into places they really shouldn't go. Or rather, the entrance they'd found.
"The Underdeep is harmless on its own," she finally said, "Unless it has someone's mind to draw upon - then it starts spitting out nightmares."
Could someone be trapped down there? She shuddered at the thought.
"Bad ones. And it's like a spiral... the worse the nightmares get, the harder it is to make them go away. Show the way mage - facing that stuff is why I'm here." She paused. "Oh, and, ah, my name is Kiddo. Keep that to yourself... for now."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2009 14:28:14 GMT -5
<<Mage Manor>>
"Not all here? Wait until dark. The dark reveals the monsters, the supernatural, the things we don't believe in during the day. I'll be fully visible then."
Aly grimaced at the words. Don't remind me.
Well, at least they were both blunt. "Maybe it's harmless by itself like you say, but...I'm going to guess that either the Underdeep's acting on its own, or there are some people down there. Something hit my little flame-tripwire."
At Kiddo's short introduction, she nodded and started to concentrate on finding the basement, trading dagger for her bow and arrow. Probably wouldn't be of any use, again, but hopefully if there were people, they would have drawn out nightmares that were physical targets. Not being able to attack something annoyed her to no end. "Allianne--Aly," she said to Kiddo, pointing to herself. "And Lika." The feline nodded.
"If you have a way to fight the Underdeep...it'd be nice if we could know."
The fire mage gave a few short gestures at her side, and Lika ran up and brushed against her leg, eyes closed for a few moments as they moved along the hallway. [Your reserve is really low. But...it shouldn't be.]
[...Aly.]
The girl raised a brow.
[Don't...use fire magic.]
The same questioning look. Why?
Lika frowned. [Don't.]
The cat couldn't tell exactly what Aly was thinking, but she knew enough about the mage to guess from the expression on her face. This annoys me, and I will throttle you later and get the answer out of you, but I'll take your word for it.
[...I'll leave you to it.]
Around the next corner...there. The basement. With people already fighting.
"...Sra."
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Post by Huntress on Dec 24, 2009 14:50:34 GMT -5
((Still that lab))
"My - 'ead hurts. Bad. Weird ringing noise - there's a ringing. I dunno why--" Nasue didn't seem to be doing so well. At the worst possible time, no less. Hunty gnawed on her lip, staring at the wall in front of her. They'd probably need a medic for this, except with all this going on in Tabloid Town, there were even fewer places she could trust as safe than usually.
"Okay, don't worry," she said. "Well figure something-"
"Hunty." This was Bloody Mary, and this was the voice he used when something needed the captain's attention, stat. Hunty spun around purely on instincts, her brain barely involved in the thought process, and found herself face to face with... yeah, nevermind that, because the face-to-face was pretty much instantly blocked by Fraze and Zylaa.
"Whoah now, guys, leave some for me!" she half-hissed, half-shouted, and slashed the Sue-sword through the air in front of the table on which Nasue lay. The blade left a silvery semi-transparent trail. After a few more slashes, there were five hovering after one another. As far as shields went, the Sue-sword's system was rather lousy; while the silvery shields could withstand pretty much any kind of attack, they instantly faded after an impact. But this still meant that the enemy had to attack five times before getting to Nasue and the coati didn't seem to be its primary target anyway.
In fact, Hunty seemed to be one of its primary targets, but she sure as heck didn't mind. She was holding a sharp stick, she wasn't in a good mood and she had quite a few people to protect.
"Alright Strife, loyalty check," she barked, brandishing the now blazing white sword. "Kill this thing!"
And charged.
Bloody Mary, who wasn't really the hero-playing type (small fuzzy four-inch-long heroes don't last long in a human world, he always said,) dropped off her shoulder that same minute and dove under the table. A quick glance at the scene told him that the newcomer - who smelled somewhat familiar, what the heck was this? - was vastly outnumbered, but if there's something that a small fuzzy four-inch-long creature knows from birth, it's that there's no such thing as overkill or too much backup.
He turned and dashed out of the lab.
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Post by The Horsemen on Dec 24, 2009 16:25:32 GMT -5
Dawn was now looming on the horizon. The candle in the lantern had long since burned out, although it still continued to give light; the Horsemen had a somewhat singleminded approach to the objects they created. A lantern was supposed to give light, so it gave light.
"Okay then," Pestilence said, gathering all the papers together, "I think that should be-"
He was cut off as the barn door opened and a figure entered. The Horsemen turned to look at it in slight confusion; they could usually tell if a human was coming.
...this wasn't a human.
"Hey, how's it going?" it asked. "Your bosses' bosses told me to visit. Apparently you've been taking too long with this whole horsemen deal, so I've been sent here to offer an alternative final member. The name's Fourth Wall." And held out a hand.
The collective looks that greeted it read, rather plainly, "aw man!" The air was all of a sudden thick with awkward. Considering how it'd already been rather thick to start with, what with the four horses of the four Horsemen having been present for hours now, this was nowhere near an improvement.
"-eee, um, oh, hi," Pestilence said desperately. "Well, this is sudden. I dunno how to put it, really..."
THE BOSSES' BOSSES? Death's voice was icy. THIS IS HOW MUCH THEY MEDDLE NOW?
"Like, guys," Famine interrupted from the farther corner of the barn where she was saddling her matte-black skin-and-bones* horse. "Could we do this later? The Underdeep is totally all over the place right now and if we don't move out now, the plot will sortof move along without us. Someone might turn the story in a totally different direction two pages from now and then we'll look stupid, remember how Guild Wars 2 went with this whole gem-thing?"
Fourth Wall stared at her for a few infinitely long seconds, then crumbled into dust on the doorway. There was a distant, very distant echo that sounded like a mixture of 'aaaaaargh', 'NNNOOOOOO' and 'ba-dam-tish'.
War punched the floor, climbing out of the haybales at the same time. "Dangit, Famine, I wanted to do that."
"First come, first serve," Pestilence said grimly, brandishing his pen like a sword. "This does it. I won't be having any more higher-up-meddling in this line of work. Consider me back in action, guys."
He signed the papers. Pestilence's signature was a rather complicated hieroglyph that dated farther back than most currently used languages. It glowed red-hot on the document for a second, then faded. The man got up and stuffed the wad of papers in the saddlebags of his bay clydesdale who was nuzzling him expectantly.
"We'll drop these off at the office," he said, "and then go see what this Apocalypse business is really about."
And thus the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, One Not Yet Quite Official But Still, rode out into the breaking dawn.
*Literally. Famine's horse was a skeleton with a horse hide sewn around it. As far as solutions for preventing a steed's head from falling off mid-gallop go, it was a rather effective one, although Famine had to braid mothballs into its mane and tail every once in a while.
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Post by Not Canon on Dec 24, 2009 17:09:13 GMT -5
((Stupid Guest Posters, now I don't look special anymore. Yeah, near-ish to the Merc Crash Site))
Something was coming. Something silent, stealthier than a ninja. Faster than any craft Spacefleet could built. Very few had witnessed his arrival. Just enough to keep the fire of belief alive, but few enough to protect the sacred secrets of his trade.
He parked his vehicle and stared at the mercs. "They're not children."
A merry jingle went off in his pocket. He rolled his eyes and answered his cell phone. "Yes, I'm at the designated site. ... No, there are no talking animals, well, none of the sort I was expecting, and certainly no children. ... Yes, you did drop me in the middle of a war zone, but this isn't N... Look, I've got a very urgent appointment, I need you to give me the correct inter-dimensional co-ordinates for... There's four children there looking to kill some baddies, children with no prior weapons training, might I add, and I'm supposed to give them the means to... Look, it's all in the spirit of the season. ... Yes, I have permission. Just don't send me through a freakin' wardrobe this time. ... Why do they even celebrate Christmas, anyway? Oh yes, I can picture the scene. A little lion cub laying in a manger, whilst the horses and cattle and sheep and camels and pigs cower in the background. Three wise men, giving him gifts of antelope, zebra and hippo. ... No, I don't know whether lions really eat hippo. ... Come to think it, why does this world celebrate Christmas? ... Look, I don't have time for theological debates, just text me those co-ordinates. Right, Santa out."
And mercs heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Good elvish help is so hard to find!"
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Dec 24, 2009 17:13:46 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town Hospital))
"What now, girl? Say it! SAY IT, I TELL YOU!"
In an instant, Vyt's stomach began to churn. He knew what was happening to him, and realized that he was inside something being devoured by an ominous object. He jumped out of the window and was outside once more.
He puked. If there was anything notable from his vomit, it was a red marble the size of a golf ball. It instantly disintegrated after being exposed to the wind outside.
"I knew that enchanted marble would help me one day... URK!"
Still, the catboy was in no shape to fight. He realized that the side-effect of the marble was starting to show. He had no choice but to evacuate from Tabloid Town and into the woods near the Ninja Dojo.
Slowly, he disappeared into the forest. His groaning sound that stayed around slowly turned into a rumbling noise.
Seconds later, a growl of a tiger could be heard echoing near the hospital.
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Post by Celestial on Dec 24, 2009 17:31:48 GMT -5
((Merpo's Hammerspace Lab))
The Spacefleet man reacted first, shooting several rounds into her face. Two impacted into the Underdeep behind her and went out like fireflies which had been swatted but one went straight into her face. Inside her mind, Celestial screamed but she had no mouth which she could control to express that scream. The burning pain ate into her eye and through her flesh to the bone.
But the thing that was pulling the strings did not feel the pain. It saw the minitank that another one of the 'Fleeters had placed to prevent her from retreating and pointed her hand towards it. She felt all the air inside it and around it and began squeezing that air together, compressing it together until it could barely hold. She released it.
The tank taken care of, she could back. The Underdeep guided her back into itself. Darkness surrounded her wound and contained the damage.
We cannot have our messenger in anything but the prime condition. Heal her.
The pain passed. Celestial's flesh began to knit together and all the burn damage was undone by the Underdeep's power. An enemy that could not be defeated, that was what they feared. And the Underdeep was happy to provide.
She came back out, her skin unscarred. The Dragon Mage laughed but it was a sadistic, vicious laugh. The kind you hear from a psychopath before they murder you.
The strange man was holding back for now and it really was just as well. He had the reek of Underdeep about him as well as other, more evil things. She'll deal with him later. In the meantime, the pirate captain and another one of her crew were in front of her, swords drawn and ready to attack.
"Alright Strife, loyalty check, kill this thing!" the pirate captain shouted and charged with her overpowered glowing sword.
Celestial did not charge towards her but constructed a shield of air currents for herself. From there, she created more air currents that swept under those in the room as she tried to knock them over to make it easier for her to kill them all. She only wanted the guild leaders but if any stood in her way, she didn't have to hold back.
Liberate me from hell, anybody.
So, what kind of epic soundtrack do you want for the attack?
((Author, get out of Celestial's posts!! Are you insane?))
I just thought that there was need for an epic soundtrack. What do you say, Nikopol? Or-
((Yeah, that'll do! Now get back to your own place! Sorry about this everyone, igore my misbehaving characters. Celestial's action stops at the time the text turns green.))
((Spacefleet Network))
There, back again in my rightful section. Boy that writer was pushy, I was only trying to set up an atmosphere. Ok, switch to third person.
Why was The Author climbing this leg and in kitten form? She was a reality warper, couldn't she just fly up or something? Or even better, dive right into his code and see what she could mess with? That way he couldn't catch her either.
It was quite a ride over here, with the guy running around like a dog. Even though he was a cat. Oh the species paradoxes which would never be solved.
She dove right into his code, to her own awesome soundtrack which was different from Celestial's fairly menacing-sounding music. This one was much more appropriate for a hacker.
The Author was in a sea of code, if the sea was made up of lots and lots of word snakes which moved in a very rhythmic pattern. Come to think of it, this wasn't a sea. But the metaphors didn't matter at all.
She grabbed the nearest bit of code and tore it up, not fearing the largeness of this job. All she wanted to do was bring this monster down. Well, not all but this was the main concern. Especially because according to the posts they were about to scan the guy.
It was a declaration of war anyway. As quickly as possible, she began tearing up and scrambling his code, trying to get the juicy meaty bits which made the GodzillaCat tick. She went through appearance codes, which would cause his handsome mug to flicker but would not affect the program. Where was the section of code that would cause an error?! And more to the point, why was it never close by?
The Author did not want to kill GodzillaCat but the plot has to go on. We do what we must because we can. And there goes that song again.
Oh and Famine, I was going to do that. But since you're a Horse(wo)man, I guess I should shut my mouth. (>>)
((Brassport))
Overlord could not get up and only watched as Celestial left without him. Somebody sheltered him from the glass that fell though, thankfully. This person, perhaps they could help him.
Listen, this is the bird speaking he whispered in their mind. Thank you. I can assure you though, all she told you is a lie but she is not like this normally. Something is wrong with her. If you could take me with you then I believe we can work something out.
He hoped the person would listen. In any case, they seemed decent enough.
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