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Post by Amneiger on Dec 24, 2009 18:51:04 GMT -5
((Ibid))
Amneiger saw Fraze's plasma bolt impact into the stranger's face. She can be hurt, and hurt badly. That's good. And now she's going to go right into the ambush.
The minitank saw its target moving into range and swiveled to aim at it...and then the air around it began to act strangely.
There were a few moments while the minitank tried to recalculate projectile trajectories through the rapidly changing air around it. When it passed, it realized that while most of its systems were still working, the ammunition feeds for both of its guns had been crushed. It transmitted the information back to Amneiger's laptop.
At this point, the stranger flew back out of the Underdeep, fully healed. So the stranger had fled to heal herself...that would mean that they would need to stop her fleeing to heal again. And there was no time to have the minitank come back out, get repaired, and station it in front of the Underdeep entrance this time instead of inside the entrance. He had the minitank manuever closer to the entrance to the Underdeep, and then activated its full load of grenades at once.
There was the sound of a massive explosion, and then the sound of falling rock and wood as part of the ground and some of the upper floors of the mansion fell down into the Underdeep entrance, sealing it. Now if they could just trap her in this area long enough -
Amneiger felt something sweep against his ankles and he fell against the table. He pressed both of his hands onto it to support himself and began to stand back up.
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Post by Ian Wolf-Park on Dec 24, 2009 19:18:37 GMT -5
Mage Manor
"..., I want to work out why you guys are telling us all to go to war, Brassport."
"Uh, pardon me, Owen? We never sent anyone out to your place, wherever it is, telling you guys that you should go to war," Lupehunter replied before something dawned on him.
"Tell me, did a dragon mage and a necromancer happen to stop by at your place? If so, that may explain a few things, considering that they did come out of the Underdeep and were probably influenced by it. In case you're wondering, the Underdeep preys on your fears, making it near impossible to defeat, so we have this barrier up to stop it from spreading. As long as the barrier holds, we should be fine," he continued as he gestured towards the barrier
"Oh, you need something hot to melt that sword to patch up that hole? That should be easy."
Lupehunter went up to the wall, summoning a small flame along the way. Then he slowly ran it across the sword until it melted and covered the hole up.
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Post by Rider on Dec 24, 2009 19:27:00 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Merpo's Massacre Scene[/glow]
Rider barely had time to get the string of curses out of her mouth before the quicker members of her crew were on the offensive.
... Wait, we're referring to Fraze as crew now?
No time to argue logistics. Protect the captain. And - Holy hell, that thing was regenerating. Rider braced herself against the table as a gust of wind attacked her feet like the yippy dogs on the rich side of Tabloid Town.
Okay, this thing can heal burns. Perhaps old-fashioned steel would do it?
Somewhere in the back of her mind, something whispered, "Don't you know this attacker?" Something more sinister whispered, "You cannot beat it. Leave now while you still have the chance."
As if leaving the crew was an option at this point. Rider drew her sword and tried to sneak up behind the thing while it was single-mindedly focusing on the captain. She struck it, only to find that the thing had a shield of wind. Her blade was pushed aside. She tried to drive her sword into the thing's back more forcefully, because if there was one thing Rider believed, it was, "If at first you don't succeed, try harder."
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Moonlight
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Post by Moonlight on Dec 24, 2009 20:31:39 GMT -5
((oh, look, a post from me; how very, very rare. Whether out of laziness, extreme writer's block, or just that a trip from Mage Manor to Tabloid Town takes several pages to get to when you find yourself without that convenient teleportation power handy. So, without further ado, we will now join our easily ignorable heroes bystanders in whatever mundane tasks they find themselves in. Take it away, useless puppetmaster Rivanth.
~Tabloid Town, though I've forgotten what color it should be anyway. Green's good, right? Right?~
"Hmph", Rivanth muttered and looked across the shops in the streets of Tabloid Town(Jun's back in that "place between" area for now. Wonder if she's still bleeding from that bite at all). He needed a goal. Something to do now, figure out what state the world was in, maybe. But why would he care about that? When you're stuck in a literal dream world(it's nothing but boring, kiddies) for five years, it kind of locks you out of the loop somewhat.
Ignoring the thoughts, he moved out of the way of a hurrying passerby, glancing to the side at an ancient-looking bookshop that may become important later for whatever incomprehensible reason seemed pretty insignificant.
Rivanth moved along, grudgingly making up his mind about what to do at the moment. Asking a townsperson for directions, he took the hesitant man's advice and went on his way. Now he began to remember why he didn't enjoy towns so much. So noisy.
"Hm," he muttered again, reaching the...destination, an old hospital. A battle was clearly being fought in the vicinity, and someone appeared to crash through a window. "I though hospitals were for healing, not the other way around. Have things really THAT much...?"
Rivanth stepped a closer to investigate. Something in there did feel a little strange...
~Merc Crash site, home of the uber awesome "Phantome-Merc-thing! Buy one today. Or not, since they're not for sale. Darn.~
Wilhelm watched Gil in amazement as he stripped his own vehicle and patched up the merc's own choppa. Well, for being from another dimension, you shouldn't be too amazed, right? Hm.
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.
Wilhelm climbed into the chopper after Jernath, wondering if the thing would stay put together. "So, if we're going to Tabloid Town, we might need some plans to go along with that," he mused to himself. "There's probably others in Tabloid Town who may have a clue as to what's going on, surely. I honestly don't know the whole of it, myself..."
Something else caught his ear outside the craft. In the trees, maybe? It said something along the lined of elves and work. Hm.
Must not mean anything.
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Post by Strife on Dec 25, 2009 6:02:06 GMT -5
((Spacefleet Network))
"The virus is decompiling the security suite," shouted Haggoth. "Start downloading the backup copy."
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Omega SS's itch grew worse and worse, until eventually, it was no longer an itch, but a searing pain inside of his subroutines. Something had dived inside of his body.
"GRRRAAAAAWRAASDFWEORDAFFDVCKM!!!" he screamed as he could feel bits of his code falling out of his body. The stray code, instead of falling to the ground in a tangled mess, floated over to the other side of the battlefield and began materializing into a much smaller version of Omega SS. His program was set to recycle itself automatically, on account of HQ's security team making a partial backup of his program.
The smaller Omega SS sniffed the air for a moment. "I smell Splatty," he muttered to himself. He then darted towards Giant OSS like a cheetah darting after its prey. With one graceful leap, he dove inside of the larger program and began swimming around his subroutines in search of the infection.
Lo and behold, Mini OSS spotted the offender near the head area. It was shaped like a smaller feline and was currently chipping away at whatever code it came across. There was no doubt that it was trying to shut down Giant OSS completely.
Mini OSS went into a crouching position, then pounced at the intruder's back. In mid-flight, a set of large and extremely sharp claws erupted from his paws, ready to tear the intruder to bits.
((The Battle of Merpo's Lab))
No sooner had the monster dived into the Underdeep, heal its wounds, and emerged with a magical shield of air had Amneiger's mini-tank self destructed inside the entrance. The blast caused a good portion of the mansion to collapse on top of it, filling much of the room with dust.
Strife cursed as he saw this, but then resolved to himself that he'd just find another opening somewhere. Perhaps this monster could lead him to one... He wouldn't be able to use it right away on account of being in a pirate posse, but at least he'd know the location for future reference.
"Alright Strife, loyalty check, kill this thing!" he heard the pirate Captain shout while charging at the creature with her glowing sword.
Strife continued to keep his eye on the creature, looking for a place to strike. Rider was attempting to stab it, but the air shield surrounding its body made the task particularly difficult. It also didn't help that some of the air currents strayed off and tripped him over. He landed with a thud on the floor of the laboratory, dropping his bike in the process.
Now he was mad.
Strife pushed himself off the ground and removed his goggles and cloak, tossing them to the floor and revealing his armor, which shimmered brightly against the flickering light source coming from Hunty's sword. He shouted, and within a fraction of a second, he teleport-dashed right on top of the monster.
Due to the air currents, Strife's body orbited the creature at an incredible speed - one that would tear an unarmored human to shreds. His armor, of course, detected the incredible pressure around it and polarized itself, enough to give him protection for at least a few seconds. While circling the creature wildly like a household pet stuck to a ceiling fan, he attempted to grab her with his hands so that he could wrestle her into a submission maneuver.
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Post by Nasuella on Dec 25, 2009 11:06:30 GMT -5
Merpo's... oh hell with it. I'll get back to you when I can think of something clever. NEXT!
Nasue was familiar with fear. To be exact, she was familiar with the feeling people got when threatened by something large, intimidating and unstoppable. (How many times had she felt it in the last two years...?) Sudden flashes of movement resulted in a strange glowing shield in front of her, but she could still see what was beyond.
Near the... portal (she guessed), there was a humanoid in purple garb - regenerating, creating air currents, and aiming to kill. Her(?) voice alone would indicate that something was wrong, but the coati somehow had trouble even looking at her.
And that familiar fear returned.
Nasue was frozen to the spot in raw terror; a wind blew her fur, but otherwise she was still. The fact that others were being knocked over by the currents escaped her notice.
Yaaaaay she gets to be even more useless! *brick'd*
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Post by Celestial on Dec 25, 2009 18:15:38 GMT -5
((Merpo's- I think you should know this already.))
An explosion behind her alerted Celestial to the fact that she was now cut off from the Underdeep. It didn't really matter. As long as the two halves of the soul remained under its control, she would keep fighting even if her body was reduced to nothing but bones. But all the while, that soul would feel every single speck of pain that they would inflict on her.
The pirate woman charged at her with a cutlass and even though she was being blocked by the air was still trying to cut through. The Dragon Mage turned around to look her right in the eye, giving the woman a perfect view of her eyes which right now were full of static like a TV tuned into a non-broadcasting station.
She had no time to attack her as by now, the strange man had joined the fight, casting off his cloak and orbiting in her air currents, trying to grab her. He was clearly wearing some kind of armour which was protecting him.
Their attacks were so weak and silly that Celestial could not help but laugh with a voice which echoed of the Underdeep, the kind of voice which would echo over the screams of women and the cries of children while their village was burning.
She reached out with one hand towards the pirate woman, clenching it into a fist. The currents from the air shield reached out and wrapped around the pirate's neck, holding her away from the mage before throwing her across the room and into some equipment.
"You're not my concern," she said and turned to the man circling around her. "And niether are you,"
Red flame erupted from her body and spread until she was completely covered in it. The air currents in her shield wrapped around him and held him steady as though on a rack.
Oh Gods, don't make me do this.
Oh but I am. I won't even let you clean your fingers afterwards.
The Dragon Mage strained as she tried to rip the strange man's armour off to render him vulnerable so he wouldn't attack but it would not budge. She gritted her teeth and pulled harder but still it would not come clean. Nevertheless, she kept trying. In any case, the souls were feeling the pain, not the Underdeep. That was all it needed. Celestial stretched out her wings and kept pulling in vain, hoping for some result.
((Spacefleet Network))
Ok, first of all The Author lost the kitten form. Being adorable was one thing but it was completely ineffectual when you actually needed opposable thumbs. She changed back into her default form but stopped tearing up his code.
This guy leapt onto her like a cheetah, which is a rather strange metaphor as it brought to mind so many Mac OS jokes that The Author could say but she decided against them because let's be honest, nobody would get them and she would lose all the support that she had from Mac users, little as it was. (This is a shout out to all you Author fans by the way. *Mentos finger*)
In an acrobatic display which would only be achieved in the real world using strings she leapt off GodzillaCat and onto MiniCat's (he should be a meme) back. The Author sank herself into him but did not mess around with his code. Instead she just relaxed and began filtering his code into her, adding on some really cool things in the process. She always wanted a tail and some ears among other things.
By the way, this post does not support cannibalism in any way. Your fellow species are friends, not food.
Wow, this writer has a really odd imagination. The whole post really isn't very reassuring. And why has The Author began putting meta comments at the end instead of scattering them throughout the post? Because this is a serious roleplay and she has become part of the plot and thus has to be serious about it. But these comments are not part of the plot so she just can have fun. Ya know, like she was meant to. She stuck out her tongue past the fourth wall.
Stupid writer and her derailing of The Author's character.
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Post by Bengal Tiger on Dec 25, 2009 18:54:00 GMT -5
((Ninja Dojo))
*growl*
*growl*
*growl*
The echoing growls bounced through the empty hallways of the Ninja Dojo. They were coming from a Bengal tiger, entering the dojo as soon as no one was around. He seemed to be a bit sick, his stroll accompanied by some slight imbalance of his steps. He obviously was hurt by something earlier, but went on anyways.
The tiger glanced at the central room: the one where a meeting was held. He slowed down, noticing something by the center of the room, and bowed itself before entering. Not long after, he sprinted towards the object that caught his attention.
It was a carcass. The scent on it was familiar to the tiger, and thus he sniffed it out for a bit to confirm something. He pulled his head back a bit after knowing the identity of the corpse.
The Ninja Superior.
The tiger lowered its head and let out a mournful sound.
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Post by Jina on Dec 25, 2009 21:57:16 GMT -5
((My computer is being annoying, so this is a third retype. Please excuse all the rushed-ness of it.))
Tabloid Town Hospital The catboy ran off, leaving Patri surrounded by a shrinking sphere. It seemed like it was going to crush her. The other shapeshifter was paying attention to Sandra. Patri smiled. As long as it was doing that, it couldn't stop her doing what she wanted.
She ran at Kwoi, formed a platform in front of her, and jumped onto her head. Then she created the biggest formation she could. She fired a ball. It travelled straight through the formation, absorbing all the magic, and growing very large. Then, it exploded. The blast obliterated everything nearby. Sandra and the hospital were only unaffected because Patri's body protected them.
Sandra looked at the blast with some shock. Still, Corenu would be coming back at some point. She transformed into a dragonfly and sat on the wall.
Mage Manor "Tell me, did a dragon mage and a necromancer happen to stop by at your place? If so, that may explain a few things, considering that they did come out of the Underdeep and were probably influenced by it. In case you're wondering, the Underdeep preys on your fears, making it near impossible to defeat, so we have this barrier up to stop it from spreading. As long as the barrier holds, we should be fine,"
"Er... yes, I think that would probably explain it."
The mage melted the sword with some kind of fire spell. Impressive.
"I'd like to know more about this Underdeep of yours. For example, would it explain how Brassport managed to jump across here from nowhere?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2009 23:00:08 GMT -5
Near Brassport
Strong enough to ride? Sarn didn’t think he was, but he wasn’t about to tell Ro. His only desire was to get to Brassport as quickly as he could and if that meant hiding his pain, then he would do it - for his Sarinon.
He struggled to his feet, resisting his wince reflex. He kept his wings folded tightly to his back to hide their ruined state and stood as straight and still as he could. Praying that his voice wouldn’t betray him, he spoke up.
“Thank you, Lady Ro. I do believe I shall be able to ride well enough, though we do appear to have only one horse between us. Tis not right that a lady should walk, nor that one so unworthy as I should share your steed. This requires some other force of great movement.”
With that, he turned and whistled loudly to the horizon. At first nothing happened and Sarn felt a little flush creeping up his cheeks. But Just as he was about to try to cover up what appeared to be his own folly, a deep rumbling sound, like that of an earthquake, floated on the air towards them. They could feel the ground begin to tremble as the great sound came closer. Puffs of dust, disturbed from the ground, poofed into the air until, finally, with one great roaring sound, the ground burst open, spraying dirt and clumps of grass into the air.
From within the explosion came a great huff and then a magnificent white stallion slammed into the ground, his hooves sinking half an inch into the hard packed earth. He shook his head, sending silver sparks flying everywhere from out of his main. Then, without even a fleck of dirt upon him, Deus ex Machina galloped over to Sarn, skidding to a halt right in front of him.
“Hurry up, you,” huffed the horse, “there are other people in need of miraculous transportation too. So many people and so little time. Let’s make this a quick one.”
Sarn wasted no time. He leapt up onto Deus’ back, wrapped his hands around the stallion’s mane and touched his heels to the beast’s flanks.
“Stop kicking me you imbecile!” snarled the horse, “I’m a means of near-instantaneous, dramatic transportation. I know how and when to run so I’ll thank you to keep your heels out from my sides or you’ll find yourself further from home than you’ve ever been with no way to get back. Honestly, with the abuse I get I might as well start charging for these miracles.”
In the time it took for the stallion to grumble about his occupation, he managed to gallop all the way to Brassport, tugging Ro’s horse along with him so that she wouldn’t be left behind. Sarn got off as hastily as he could given his injuries, eager to be away from the horse who was obviously having a rough day. Apparently the transportation industry was serious business.
“You’ll find your sister near the center of the city inside the Assembly Hall.” And with that piece of meta-knowledge bestowed, Deus ex Machina pranced into the air, kicking the wind down and flying off in a spectacular display. Sarn took one look at Ro and then, filled with energy and determination, he raced along the streets, eerily familiar, following the tug on his soul.
Brassport Assembly Hall
So much noise, so much panic and confusion. Sarinon had no idea what had happened. Mr Blackstone had barely made his announcement and she was about to protest the presence of Oscar, Gentleman Adventurer – she wouldn’t trust him with one coin, let alone a whole airship – when everything had erupted into chaos.
Emily grabbed her around the waist and hauled her away from the noise, revealing that the young maid was much stronger than one might have thought. So many people were streaming and Sarinon could hear the sound of glass smashing and others yelling. She could see only vague dark shadows around her until Emily shoved her into a wall. The Feberi woman flung out her hands to catch herself, but instead she hit the wall, overbalanced and toppled over grazing her hands.
Emily was, again, by her side and helping her up. The maid was yelling about getting out of the hall, but Sarinon was no longer listening. A voice, a soft, melodious voice rang out over the scene. Without thinking twice, Sarinon threw caution to the wind and ran towards the voice, ran to the one she knew would be looking for her. Sarn had arrived.
Brassport Assembly Hall … Again
Carnage. Sarn and Ro knew something was wrong the moment they heard screams, but when they got to the Assembly Hall, Sarn was shocked to enter into such a scene. Two giant glass figures were creating terror and scores of people were fleeing them, knocking over chairs, crashing into people and trying their best to get to the exits. Sarn’s heart skipped a beat as he considered that Sarinon was in here somewhere, but the tug still existed and so he knew she was alive.
Thinking quickly, an idea occurred to Sarn.
“Lady Ro,” he said, turning to her and speaking loudly and urgently, “if you can hold the glass men still, I can try to freeze them.” Sarn cast around and spotted a man close by. He yelled over to him, projecting his voice as much as he could over the noise. “You, help hold the glass men still. Trip them up or something!”
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Post by Ian Wolf-Park on Dec 25, 2009 23:46:04 GMT -5
Mage Manor
"I'd like to know more about this Underdeep of yours. For example, would it explain how Brassport managed to jump across here from nowhere?"
"I don't think the Underdeep has any magical capabilities, but then again, I don't know a lot about it, so it is possible. Omni could probably tell you if it does. However, it does sound to me that some sort of spell was cast to your city to make it appear here, by someone or something, which could explain the earthquake that we felt earlier when your city landed from wherever it came from. I'm sorry if I wasn't that much of a help, Owen," Lupehunter told the newcomer.
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Post by Nasuella on Dec 26, 2009 0:38:34 GMT -5
Near TT Hospital - a.k.a. What would be Kwoi's final resting place, except... You know what? Just read.
Kwoi growled, pawing the ground and waiting for the other shapeshifter - or the mage - to attack. Just then the human(?) ran towards her, jumped onto a platform--jumped onto her--
Realising what was going on, she tossed her head around, trying to throw the mage off of her. But before she knew it, there was something large, and some powerful magic approaching.
Her eyes went wide, and she froze in fear.
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You have failed me, Kwoiffei si'Larnax.
"I-it's not my fault! Yeah, I was careless, but these people--these servants of the Underdeep--"
You will accomplish one final mission for me.
You will send a message to this world.
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Well... this is it, then.
"Wha--who the hell are you?! What's going on?!"
Heh. I'll answer your questions in order. First... I am the Aurdroth.
"...no. Impossible."
Nothing's impossible. Have you forgotten that, Kwoiffei si'Aurdroth? Or perhaps that should be... Kwoiffei si'Larnax?
Ah, so you haven't forgotten. Good.
Because neither have I. Just like Larnax, I do not forget my Kwoiffei. Or rather, the being who was once my Kwoiffei. You should have known - the moment you entered M-T-L'n, you were gone.
"N-no! Please! I-I didn't forsake you!"
You did.
But I am not punishing you.
You brought this on yourself.
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She lowered her head, and spoke only two words.
"I'm sorry."
And then there was a massive explosion, and the being known as Kwoiffei ceased to exist.
Forever.
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When the dust settled, a message written in blood had somehow appeared on the ground where the shapeshifter had once been. First there was a series of complex glyphs; beneath them were two sentences.
I WAS ONLY ONE OF MANY. WE ARE LEGION, AND WE SHALL COME.
((In case anyone's wondering, the second and third parts were in Kwoiffei's mind.
Also, I gave Jina permission to kill Kwoiffei. (MAJOR kudos for doing so with an explosion, by the way.) And yes, I did just write an entire wall of text decidated to a character's final moments... Well, if I'm gonna kill off a character, I won't just go "BANG! You's dead!" Especially not one who was my friggin' persona for years. Kwoi needed a good send-off, and I think this is good enough.
Farewell, Kwoiffei.))
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Post by Fraze on Dec 26, 2009 2:52:38 GMT -5
((Merpo's Fancy Tabloid Town Villa Warzone))
Joy, she could regenerate. Just what we needed. One rule of combat Fraze had learned over the years: don't talk with your opponent unless you're using psychological warfare. Trying to posture or show off just distracts you from the task at hand. Even so, he found he had far too many questions he wanted answered. Why the sudden attack? Who was this person who could safely move in the Underdeep? Well, there would be time to find these things out later. Maybe. The attacker caused powerful air currents to rotate around herself. After its initial missed attack, the security drone could not get close because of these winds.
Hunty charged...and got thrown across the room. The rational part of Fraze's mind told him that the piratess was made of tough stuff, that she wouldn't have more than a few bruises and maybe a cracked rib or two. The irrational part told him that his girlfriend had just been attacked for no reason whatsoever, and began screaming for blood. The two parts, rather than yelling over one another, combined in form and purpose. The attacker was now fully fixated on Strife and facing away from him. Good. Fraze unclipped two flashbangs from his belt. One of these small grenades was bright and loud enough to render anyone--who didn't protect their eyes and ears first--deaf and blind for about three minutes. More than enough time. With a mental apology to all allies present, he activated both of the flashbangs at once, tossed one into the rapidly circulating air currents, waited a fraction of a second, and then tossed in the other one. This way, there would always be one flashbang directly in the attacker's field of vision. Not that it mattered much, but there's no kill like overkill. He sent a message directly to Strife's communicator. "Code white!," he said, the phrase that would warn him that a flashbang was about to go off. He wanted to warn Amneiger--and the rest of his allies, for that matter--but doing so might tip off the attacker that something was up.
Fraze turned around, placed his hands over his eyes and, with a subvocalized command, had his armor block all incoming sound.
Through his hands, he could still barely see glimpses of a blinding white light, and even through the soundproofing could hear an unbearably shrill banshee scream. The light and noise faded after about ten seconds. When they had stopped, he grabbed the flechette gun and turned around to face the enemy.
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Post by Rikku on Dec 26, 2009 3:05:01 GMT -5
Brassport
The sound of screams was bittersweet. Part of her loved it, and part of her hated it, and she didn’t know which part was which any more.
Rikku did know, however, that no part of her liked having a bag dumped over her head. It cut off her view, for a start. And it wasn’t exactly dignified. Big, important necromancer, meddling with life itself, emissary to the nightmares that waited beneath … defeated by a bag. That wouldn’t go down in the history books, it’d go down in the mildly entertaining trivia cards.
So she let the bag settle over her, and then grasped for flame. She’d never been able to do this without scorching her hands. But right now, she didn’t really care.
Fireballs appeared on either hand, and the rough fabric ((burlap, apparently. Three cheers for burlap!)) caught alight. For a moment, she wore a shroud of ember-red, the fibres clinging to her, and she laughed as she burned.
Then the practical part of her, whichever part that was, came to the forefront, and she brushed off the remnants of the bag. She was badly scorched, and probably came off as terrifyingly detached. All to the good. She was terrifying, after all. She was a necromancer. They all trod the wrong paths; it was fate, or close enough to it.
Right. Now to figure out who’d tried to bag her, and kill him.
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Post by Strife on Dec 26, 2009 6:47:56 GMT -5
((Spacefleet Network))
"No way! I can't believe this!" shouted Haggoth in a typical Dr. Eggman fashion.
"I think I may know why the security suite is failing to scan the virus," said one of the subcommanders while standing up from their chair.
Haggoth stared at his fellow subcommander with a raised eyebrow, as if to say "Do you?"
"Normal viruses are picked up by Omega SS within a matter of seconds, due to something that they all have in common: digital signatures. Maybe this new virus we're dealing with has an analog signature instead."
"You know that's impossible," Haggoth snorted. "Data can't be transmitted in analog unless it's converted to digital."
"Yes, but we've seen things on the surface of the planet that are far more illogical than an analog computer virus. Magic, for instance."
"So you're saying this virus could be some sort of micro-demon?" Haggoth scratched his chin in thought. Considering HQ's trouble with invading demons in the past... his partner might be right. He turned towards the subcommander again, anger in his eyes. "How do we kill it, then?"
"Assuming it needs a digital environment to survive, we could destroy it by cutting power to the satellite network completely. Long-range communication with the surface would be outright impossible, but it's better than letting this thing take control of it."
Haggoth paused for a moment. Decisions, decisions. Satellites were gone either way, so he decided to take the chance of taking his foe down with him.
"Alright," he snorted. "Show me where the power conduits are. We'll pull the plug by hand."
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The intruder was assimilating Mini OSS's data into itself, and in the process, growing copies of its bodily features, such as its tail.
Mini OSS winced and yanked his entire body around, trying to throw the intruder off his back like a mechanical bull trying to throw its rider into the dirt. Failing that, he then lined himself up for an attack that would very definitely get her off his back... he hoped.
With some strange reflexes, Mini OSS twisted and elongated his neck until his face was directly lined up with the intruder's. He then opened his mouth as widely as he could, screaming a phrase that sounding something along the lines of "BWAAAAAAAAHH!!"
As he did this, a massive, bright blue laser beam erupted from his mouth. The intruder was so close and the beam's spread was wide enough that it wouldn't be possible to dodge without teleporting. The question here, then, was whether or not it would cause damage to the intruder. In any case, Mini OSS hoped it would at least push her further away from his older brother, Omega SS, who was still trying to reassemble himself.
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