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Post by Huntress on Dec 26, 2009 14:08:19 GMT -5
((Merpo's lab. Boy, is he ever gonna be in for a surprise once he gets back.))
Air magic. Of all the things to use against her, this Underdeep-demon-whatever thing had to be using air magic. The Sue-swordshields could block just about any attack, but for that Hunty had to see the attack coming early enough to cast a shield. The wind knocked her over and sent her skidding across the room on her side. She ended up bumping against the leg of the same table Nasue lay on and heard, or rather felt, a quiet crnch. Oh crud. Please don't be the crossbow. Be a rib or something. Ribs heal. Good crossbows don't grow on trees.
She dragged herself upright a little dizzily, slashed the sword through the air in front of her for a shield one more time to avoid any surprise attacks and shook the quiver and crossbow off her back. A quick look showed the latter to be in one piece, at least, although she didn't have time at this point to inspect it for traitorous little cracks. Crossbow bolts weren't of any use in air currents anyway and were far more likely to just hit someone else, so she pushed it farther under the table and was about to get up and plot her next move - because hacky-slashy tactics didn't seem to be very successful - when the entire world went white and was filled with, as far as she could tell, a herd of soprano elephants practising The Ride of the Valkyries.
Hunty knew about the flashbangs, largely because she was a through-and-through opportunist and there comes a time in any alliance when you benefit from asking, 'So what kind of weaponry do you have, exactly?' Bloody Mary had gleefully mocked her for weeks for that, but at least she could now put two and two together and know that a) this wasn't directed at her so she could afford to stay put, b) the enemy was probably just as surprised but Fraze wasn't, so yay, upper hand on their side and c) she was so going to kill that guy stone dead once her ears stop ringing.
So she shuffled farther under the table with her head buried in her hands and remained still, grimly plotting murder until the colorful shapes stopped swimming before her eyes and her ears allowed the sounds of the mortal world to pass again, which currently meant... a low drawn-out rumble that was making the floor shake?
Hunty risked opening her eyes and peered at the door.
It's very nearly impossible for a ten-ton creature to move quietly in a house, but the flashbangs had concealed the inevitable floor-wobbling and the-occasional-piece-of-furniture-crashing rather nicely. The door was too small for the blarf to fit through and he was taught not to break anything without permission, so now his huge triangual head was wedged into the doorway, blocking the exit, and his mouth was open ever so slightly, letting a low snarl roll smoothly through the lab together with some really, really bad breath.
Well, this meant that both exits were blocked. Good from the heroic perspective, bad from their own perspective. Hunty got up, her legs a little shaky. Ow ow ow bruises.
"Stay, boy," she said hoarsely. The blarf was only good for indoor fighting when you yourself were outside.
"rrrgrrrrrowrrrrrlrgrrrrrblarp."
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Post by Zylaa on Dec 26, 2009 14:47:28 GMT -5
((Hope Merpo Had Decent Insurance))
As soon as the newcomer regenerated, Zylaa knew that she was far out of her league. She rummaged in her pockets-- bit of string, reciept for the purchase of a giant bamboo pole, assorted coins, tissues-- and finally found the spoon, which she raised triumphantly over her head.
That was when the world exploded into blinding light and the loudest clap of thumder Zylaa had ever heard. She nearly fell, but managed to steady herself and scooted backwards, hopefully away from the fighting. Who did that? Was it us? Odds are it was us. Stupid us! That settled, she still held the spoon, and waved it around frantically.
She knew it had worked when, over the ringing in her ears, she could hear the sounds of Sephiroth's theme played by a miniature orchestra.
"This is not the time for soundtracks!" she shouted. "Attack!" As the room slowly, slowly came back into focus, she saw a wave of white bounding towards the thing who had come out of the Underdeep. And perhaps because her eyes were so blurry, and she could focus on the general impression of the newcomer instead of the doom-filled aura of evil, it looked vaguely familiar...
"Celestial?!"
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Post by Kiddo on Dec 26, 2009 15:51:39 GMT -5
Mage Manor
"If you have a way to fight the Underdeep...it'd be nice if we could know."
Kiddo growled low under her throat as they approached.
"Kill fear. Which, of course, is impossible. The only way to fight the Underdeep is to contain it." She stopped, putting her ears back and staring down the corridor ahead. She had heard the fighting before Aly had.
"There is no such thing as bravery without fear," she said in a whisper, "No one, no matter how couragous, can lock away fear. It is always there, always beside you. And in desperate situations you can fight alongside your fear and conquer that which you face. Unfortunately for us, the Underdeep will still use that which we've set aside. It's like a balance."
She held up both hands.
"Cannot kill it. So you push it back. You fight with such ferocity that the mind cannot give fear but a portion of your emotion. Give in to savagery, bloodlust, and the primal instinct to kill. The Underdeep has little to work with."
She lowered one hand and raised another, like a scale.
"And then you push it back and seal it. Go ahead now, I'll stay here. The closer I am to someone the easier it is to see me... and I want to remain invisible. I'll follow... just out of sight."
And Kiddo waited for Aly to go on ahead, staying close to the walls and far enough away that her invisibility would be preserved.
((I'm going to assume this conversation had to take place before Aly caught up with the others. Kiddo will be hanging back far enough to remain out of sight but close enough to get an idea of what is going on.))
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Post by Celestial on Dec 26, 2009 16:35:20 GMT -5
((Merpo will sue in the aftermath))
No matter how much she tore at the armour, it would not come off. Celestial screamed in rage and pawed at it, feeling her muscles strain under the force she was exerting on them but it was no use. The man was not going to be brought down this way.
She leapt off him, deciding to leave the strange man for now. Instead, she was about to run at the pirate captain who seemed to have recovered by now.
Then somebody decided to set off an atom bomb in the centre of the world or at least decided to play around with a stockpile of Thermite. At any rate, the dragon mage fell back onto the floor and screeched loudly, like an injured vulture turned up to eleven but it was lost in the explosion.
She lay on the ground, stunned. All the magic that she was using fell away. Amidst the noise and the ringing in her ears, she heard a voice calling her name. It was a voice which was all too familiar. Right now she didn't know whether she wanted to hear her rival's voice but it was better than nothing at all.
"Zylaa?!" she cried out and gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. Even though she could see nothing, she did not feel the Underdeep's grasp on her mind. Of course! It was darkness and it was cut off from it's source. It had retreated at the least or been completely vanquished at the moment.
"It's me, Zylaa! I know we might not like each other but please, help me!" she called out to the direction which she thought the voice came from, trying to get up off the floor. Her motor skills were already weak from being on the Underdeep's strings and the recent explosion did not help. She couldn't stand up so instead she looked out towards the people. If they could see her, they would notice that her eyes had gone back to her normal blue.
"Anybody, help me! I-"
You thought you could get rid of me that easily, didn't you?
She was cut off as the cold grasp of the Underdeep once again invaded her mind and bound the two parts of her soul together. The dragon mage got up, eyes once again becomig static. She flexed her arms, feeling the condition of the muscles. Stretched but still functional.
"I have just made things very complicated for you. After all, I'm not a faceless demon from the Underdeep," she hissed, letting a psychotic grin creep onto her face.
The pirate creature was in the door blocking the exist but at present it was no threat. She could fight it later if it decided to make a pest of itself. Instead she needed to get what she came for.
Taking advantage of the confusion, she ran towards the pirate captain and jumped up into the air in an attempt to land on her and wind her. From there, she could kill that woman.
((Spacefleet Network, a simpler title could not be had))
First of all Kwoi, I do not have secret fantasies to be a catgirl. If I wanted to be one I'd just become one but the writer of this post wanted to have some use for the parts I was pulling off of MiniCat. But she doesn't write clearly so that's fine.
Curses, the power supply. My one weakness! The Author shook her fist at the Fourth Wall angrily for dramaz and began trying to work out a plan in which she could survive without invoking Deus Ex Machina.
At the moment, she felt the blast of a thousand image macros as the LAZOR impacted into her body. So, MiniCat knew his memes. Awesome.
"Medic!" she cried out like in some war movie. "Medic! Med- oh, wait, I'm my own medic. Yeah,"
She was damaged quite a bit by the blast but she knew how to patch up programs. Slowly she gathered bits of herself off of the floor and put them back in, fusing the coding together. No choice. She had to fight internet memes with internet memes.
The soundtrack picked up pace. The Author turned around towards MiniCat.
"Yo dawg, we heard you like mudkips LAZORS! so here's some extra LAZOR for you," she said and brought up the code she absorbed from MiniCat, turning the tail and ears into four metal tentacles. Finally, she put on shades and a trenchcoat just as a shout out to her origins but she wasn't refering that now.
"Dr. Octagonopus BWAAAAAAH!!" she cried out and launched a similar LAZOR! at MiniCat. But that was just for fun. Now she needed to work out how to survive the shutting down of power. All of them, including GodzillaCat and MiniCat. The Author didn't want to kill them, just have a play about. And now, as all situations tend to do, it got serious.
Hmm...time to play the HUL Chekhov's Gun.
She went over to MiniCat and held out her hand.
"You're probably not going to accept my invitation but come with me if you want to live," she said to him, putting on an Austrian accent for the last part. It was useless to try and save them as they were stored in the main memory anyway but she needed to look heroic instead of a coward, otherwise the audience would lose all sympathy for her.
"Your superiors are going to shut off all power to this place but I'm going to try and save you, along with myself. Both of you," she said to them and waited for an answer, although she was sure they'd reject her proposal. She tried, she honestly tried.
Before they could get up to hurt her, she ran up to HUL. Time for the festive-looking posts again! All in the next exciting conclusion to the 'Leet Hax0r Sk1llz' arc of Guild Wars III! Because this textwall was long enough already.
Cue Dramatic soundtrackTM!
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Post by Jina on Dec 26, 2009 17:22:44 GMT -5
Merpo's House BANG!
Jina opened her eyes. Was that an explosion from a long way off? As if someone had decided to blow up a shapeshifter?
...
Did I sniff choloroform on purpose? As if some temporary stupidity caused by being a villain from a Sue's point of view had made me do it?
She looked around. Behind her, the Blarf was going into the house. She decided to follow. The house was in complete ruins. And I couldn't hear this? Stupid selective hearing.
The Blarf was blocking up a door. This was rather annoying, as there were loud noises coming from inside, and Jina figured that she might have been able to help. Still, they'll probably have it sorted.
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Post by Strife on Dec 26, 2009 17:42:36 GMT -5
((The Merpo's Lab Massacre))
Strife wrestled with the creature, and much to his delight, she finally started paying attention to him. She grabbed him and tried to tear open his armor... with her bare hands. He would have laughed, but he was too busy exerting his own force upon her.
Just when he was about to finally wrap his hands around her neck and snap her head off, the room was filled with a magnificent white flash and a deafening noise. As they were both creatures of the darkness, Strife and the mysterious woman suffered the exact same effects from the flash blast - they both let go of each other, dropped to the floor, and let out horrifying screams of pain.
This is exactly why Strife preferred to fight alone. Not that it mattered at this point, as he would neither see nor hear anything on account of the dazzling light inside the room. So he waited for things to clear up.
Once he regained his senses, he began to hear the faint voice of... someone else in the room? He wasn't sure.
"...each other but please, help me! Anybody, help me! I-"
With that last word, the voice became twisted and mangled until it was replaced with the voice of the boss-like creature the group has been fighting.
"I have just made things very complicated for you. After all, I'm not a faceless demon from the Underdeep," she hissed.
Strife had recovered just enough at this point to see the creature head towards Huntress. With its back turned and no shields active around it, he would have the perfect chance to land a decisive blow... but then again, if he allowed it to kill his ally, it would leave him in quite a bit of a mess, and he knew there was a good chance that he'd be blamed for it.
So, reluctantly but effectively, Strife quickly got to his knees and raised his right hand upwards, summing a wall of stone to rise from the laboratory floor right in front of Huntress and her silvery shield. Due to the quickness in which he cast it, the wall of stone curved at an angle, which meant that if Hunty didn't move soon, it'd collapse on top of her. On the other hand, a face full of dirt was a lot better than a face full of Underdeep terror.
((Spacefleet Network))
"Dr. Octagonopus BWAAAAAAH!!"
The intruder launched a laser beam in the direction of Mini OSS that was equally as large, powerful, and unavoidable as the one he fired. The force of the blast sent the little guy soaring into the sky. After a brief pause, he landed with a metallic thud on the ground a short distance away.
Curiously enough, the intruder walked over to the flickering silhouette of Mini OSS, extended her hand, and explained how HQ was planning to cut the power to the satellite network and to come with her if they wanted to live.
Mini OSS simply stared blankly at the stranger, feeling too weak to talk. With his last few breaths, his silhouette flickered rapidly until eventually, his body took the form of a silver refrigerator, representing what he thought of the intruder's logic.
The intruder then seemed to rush towards HUL. Behind her, Omega SS was still receiving data from his backup copy. It wouldn't be long before his program regenerated enough to continue the "virus scan."
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"Here," the subcommander said, removing a metal plate from one of the walls. Inside the wall was a complex network of interconnected wires, all of which glowed a different color according to which piece of the network they were attached to.
"Alright, let's do this," said Haggoth as he pulled a giant knife out of his utility belt.
"Hold on a minute, Subcommander. First we need to figure out which wire leads to the backup power generator." The nameless subcommander stuck his head inside the wall, his face becoming illuminated in a rainbow of colors. "Otherwise, pulling the plug won't do much good."
"Just let me start slashing at them! We can fix the other systems later."
Noname stuck his head back out, giving the hog man a nasty glare. "And what if you happen to cut the wire to life support? I don't think the Commander would be very pleased with you."
Haggoth's lips fell silent. He let out a long and frustrated snort that sounded like a cross between someone sucking in their nose and a snoring dog.
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Post by Rider on Dec 27, 2009 0:31:57 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Merpo's rich enough to cover this, right?[/glow]
Ow. A world of pain happened all at once as a metal terminal of some sort dug itself into Rider's back. Whoever this chick was, she was powerful. Rider rose to her knees, clutching at the part of her back that had acted as her landing pad. Oh boy, potential rib damage. Funtimes. She struggled to her feet before a shot of light and a sound like shrieking souls from the depths of the Underdeep dropped her back to her knees.
Crud. Crud and krakens. Some stranger was going for her captain and she couldn't even -
A voice pierced the shell-shock. "Celestial?!"
Something in Rider's brain went click. That dragon-mage. Rider's last memory of her was phoenix-downing her dead tail. That sort of thing was usually met with gratitude not... this.
And now Celestial was calling for help. What was going on? Was this a trap?
Yes, she determined as the dragon-mage tried to jump on captain. Rider jumped to her feet. Celestial was going for her captain and no one could save her!
The earth rumbled and pillars of it rose to shield Hunty. OK, so Celestial was going for her captain and only her enemy could save her. That was only marginally better. It looked about as stable as Strife himself, though, so Rider rushed to her captain's side to help her out.
"Blarf, back! Back! Good boy. Captain, we need to get Celestial away from the Underdeep. We need to lure her away! You and Commander Fraze, get outside and ride the Blarf out again. Hurry, please!"
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Post by Huntress on Dec 27, 2009 20:46:55 GMT -5
((Rich, maybe. Forgiving, I'm not so sure. These aren't even location tags anymore. Not that we really seem to need 'em xD))
Celestial? Hunty knew her, which is to say, she'd seen her in the last war, vaguely knew her as a dragon mage something-or-other and remembered that she'd sided with the pirates for some time.
Not that it really made a big difference; Hunty wasn't the type to dwell on the past when she was under attack. So she gripped the hilt of the sword, ready to show this mage just how St. George had rolled back on the day when a wall of stone popped up in front of her, looking just about ready to collapse on top of her. Wait, did this count as an improvement or not?
Well, it can't get worse anyway, she decided as the wall bore down on her with all the heavy inevitability of taxation. So she grabbed the top edge, heaved herself up and grinned at the incoming mage.
"Possessed, then?" she asked, and jumped - past her, nevertheless slashing at Celestial mid-air. The landing was less than graceful and sent a nasty little jolt of pain through her bruised side, but hey, she wasn't getting her throat torn out.
"Had a crewmember once," Hunty panted, nevertheless still grinning. "Possessed. Dragon, her name was." Gotta love the irony, eh? "Know what I - what I did? Stabbed her. In the heart."
She steadied herself against a table. "She got better. Maybe you will too."
Rider rushed to her side at that point. "Captain, we need to get Celestial away from the Underdeep. We need to lure her away! You and Commander Fraze, get outside and ride the Blarf out again. Hurry, please!"
Hunty paused, her newly awakened bloodlust suddenly run over by the train of logic and self-preservation. "This isn't actually... a completely terrible idea. Except do you think letting her loose out there is a good plan?"
"This is a freakin' good idea," a raspy voice said somewhere behind her. "Move, boy."
The floor creaked as the blarf's huge head moved away from the entrance and the snarling subsided. Instead of that, one huge black tentacle squeezed itself through the doorway, jerked blindly across the room, bumped into Hunty, knocked the air out of her, wrapped itself around her and lifted her up.
"Okay," Hunty said grimly to the entire universe and all deities who were presumably watching as she was dragged towards the door. "First a distressed damsel, now bait. Remind me again why I carry a sword?"
"You started that alliance with the Fleet because you felt too vulnerable on your own, so no complaining," Bloody Mary said from the blarf-attached end of the tentacle.
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Post by Scar on Dec 28, 2009 2:59:56 GMT -5
((Assume Scar is still unconscious so godmode if necessary))
- Brassport Assembly Hall -
Maps. Well, there were worse jobs out there. And besides, the lady -- Sarinon she called herself -- seemed to be chief engineer of some sort, though she hardly looked it. And where there were engineers there were airships and everyone knew airships needed skilled pilots such as himself, Oscar, Gentleman Adventurer. It would be a simple task to schmooze some pencil pusher to put them on the same ship and then he could begin wooing the beautiful (and wealthy) Lady Sarinon.
He had gotten up to the point of the Surprise-Candlelight-Dinner when everything went to the Abyss and back. Oscar, Gentleman Adventurer, was thrown back by the explosion to slam painfully into the base of the stairs leading up to the mezzanine floor. Great, he'd definitely need a back-rub after today.
Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he spotted amid the confusion a lizard-like creature lifting into the air while one of the other visitors waved a wand about as what looked like glass golem formed about her. Very sharp glass golems.
"Milady! Lady Sarinon where are you?" he called out as he got to his feet, squinting to catch a sight of the woman's magnificently silvery hair among the panicking crowd. After all, it wouldn't do if his mark got trampled.
Then he spotted her, all the way across the hall and separated by the glass golems, wand-lady and screaming townsfolk. And she was wading right into the line of glass automatons.
Lovely.
“You, help hold the glass men still. Trip them up or something!”
Startled by the commanding tone, he spun to see ... an angel? Well not the normal angels like they're portrayed in faerie tales, mind. This one was male and wore considerably more clothes. And did not have a halo. And was looking directly at him.
If he remembered anything from the faerie tales it was don't mess with angels.
But he had to rescue Lady Sarinon too.
Now, normal people would abandon all hope and flee to the nearest exit. Normal gentlemen would politely flock to the nearest exit. Normal adventurers would dive bravely into the fray and hold off the very sharp and pointy golems and probably die trying.
Oscar was a Gentleman Adventurer and he did things differently.
He quickly started running up the stairs to the mezzanine, which ringed the assembly hall. To everyone else it might have seemed like the coward was turning tail but far from it. Oscar, Gentleman Adventurer, had gotten his title fair and square and like most of his kind he had certain standards to uphold.
It involved the bracket of what remained of the glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
Leaping nimbly onto the handrail, he grabbed hold of his whip, trained his eye on Lady Sarinon and leapt, snapping his whip arm out as he flew through the air. The whip snaked out and snagged around the chandelier's frame and Oscar, Gentleman Adventurer, hung on tight, swinging over the heads of golem and humans alike.
It was then that he lost his pants, his whip being the only thing that was keeping it in place. It fluttered down onto one of the glass automatons, which proceeding to methodically tear it up.
Undeterred, Oscar, Gentleman Adventurer, threw an arm out at the apex of his swing to snatch up the Lady Sarinon, the young women giving a startled yelp as he pulled her close to him. And in the nick of time too; a glass golem creaked in annoyance as it slammed its claws into the marble tile where the engineer had once stood.
"Worry not milady! I, Oscar, Gentleman Adventurer, have come to liberate you from the jaws of Death!" he shouted gleefully as they swung back up to the mezzanine.
He could've just ran off with Sarinon at this point but Gentleman Adventurers had Standards. These included 'If you have to swing from a chandelier, have the decency to kick down a Villain'. And this particular Villain reminded him of the time he ran into the cannibalistic pygmy spirit-shamans of the Guacamole Archipelago. Defeat the leader and the mooks drop like flies.
With that in mind, Oscar, Gentleman Adventurer, boxers fluttering in the air, kicked off for another swing, this one aimed at the wand-lady's back, hoping to knock her off her feet.
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Post by Nasuella on Dec 28, 2009 5:07:26 GMT -5
I think you guys know where Nasue is. By the way, I think we might actually need to use the locations tags to, y'know, state the location shortly (if we're following Rider's plan, anyway).
For some reason that would probably make sense later on, the flashbang made Nasue's headache less bad and gave her another one at the same time. It seemed like a long time before the high-pitched noise and dancing lights had faded away enough for the coati to be able to see what was going on.
For some reason, the person in purple had vanished, and someone was now calling for help--and then the familiar pain returned, as did the stranger. Things happened quickly: she jumped in the air, a wall of earth emerged (more headache), and someone suggested getting the captain and Fraze (who was he?) out of there.
Nasue was frozen, looking at the Underdeep monster.
But this was quickly broken, as a tentacle reached around and picked the captain up. Almost without thinking, the coati ran forward, leaping and grabbing onto the tentacle with her claws and teeth. She dug them in, determined to not fall off.
As she came closer to the door, the headache started to ease up once again.
...why is it doing that?
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The River Tigris
He was known as D-Man. This was short for "Dragon Man", which people called him; one day some kid with red hair, pointy ears and a tail called him "D-Man" because it sounded "cooler". Since then, that nickname had stuck.
It was definitely better than not having a name. Two weeks ago he had suddenly woken up in the cellar of The River Tigris. No-one knew where he'd come from or how he got there, or how he got the myriad scars that covered his entire body. Not even he knew - he couldn't remember anything from before that evening.
Since then, D-Man had taken on the job of a janitor in the tavern. It wasn't much, but considering he lived there, he didn't really need much anyway. And hey, the food was free. He certainly couldn't complain about free food!
Crunching away on apples, D-Man mopped the floor diligently. He hummed the melody of a familiar tune, the lyrics playing in his mind.
Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars...
What does this have to do with the story? Well... that really depends. But it has something to do with the story, I assure you.
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Post by Jina on Dec 28, 2009 6:29:45 GMT -5
It That Must Not Be Location Tagged, also known as You Know Where, and Lord Merpo-Fort The Blarf started to move. Jina looked across, and noticed Bloody Mary standing on one of the tentacles. "You know, you could have said something."
She drew her dagger, and poked her head in the door to take a look at what was going on.
Tabloid Town Hospital Halin and Corenu ran towards the blast site. "This... isn't what I expected, I'll be honest."
Sandra saw them, turned back into a human, and went over. "We had a few problems. Patri got asploded, you might want to get on that, Corenu. And I get the feeling the guy we sent for help hasn't done his job properly."
"...So, basically, this was a complete waste of time?"
"Er... yeah. But I think we can start over. We might have not be as subtle about it, though."
Corenu walked over. "We might be able to reset, but I'm thinking we need Patri back first. And... I don't think she'll quite be... erm... the way she was before."
"What do you mean?"
"Well... I'll have to improvise a bit on the revival, is all. There are things missing, if you catch my drift."
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Post by Draco on Dec 28, 2009 15:20:57 GMT -5
<<The Merc Place>>
Waiting to see if everyone gets into the vehicle Gil begins to drive slowly away from the crash site. He whispers to the NNPC a little on direction and steps on the gas... Steam... Hybrid? Yes, hybrid sounds right. It takes him a few moments to get the feel of how to steer the monstrosity down a dirt path made for walking.
Meanwhile Draco stares at the forest, ignoring the deal he was currently making. If he listens carefully enough, past the sound of the 'PM', he could hear a faint wail. He sighs and returns his attention to the mercs around him. "This is my offer. I also have a vile of Dragon's Blood. However I am going to keep a hold of this in case we need to make another bargain later."
Back to Gil, he turns his head just a little to call back to the group. "So what are the plans when we reach the hospital? Do we drop your friend off and wait? Or do we look at what is going on around here? I'm a little interested to know why my whole city appeared in your world." He returns his gaze to the road, "I should probably get back there soon and get to the assembly... Knowing them, they are plotting to send out the ships to scout or something. I rarely get a chance to fly one of those things."
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Post by Fraze on Dec 28, 2009 16:22:06 GMT -5
((Dia de los Merpos))
Seriously, what are the odds of setting off two flashbangs, and both are duds? Of course, "dud" is a variable term. Here it meant that people regained control of their senses after just a matter of seconds rather than minutes. Fraze made a small mental note to check the rest of that crate of flashbangs for defects. He grabbed the flechette gun. It was vibrating. It hadn't done that since... Since it had been in the vicinity of that Gem a year ago. He made a slightly larger mental note of this. Of course, the last time he fired it while it was vibrating like this, it had seemed far more powerful than usual. Well, worth a try. However, there was a problem with flechette guns. It was not that they were difficult to aim; rather, it was that they were far too easy to aim. Simply point anywhere in the vaguely general vicinity of your target and pull the trigger. Ten thousand metal needles tend to spread quite a bit. Of course, this meant that anything or anyone within a roughly ninety-degree spread of where you are aiming will more likely than not get a mouthful of flechettes. Which meant that he couldn't fire at the attacker until he had a very clear line of fire. As it was, the attacker was charging Huntress. Until a wall appeared out of nowhere. Somewhere in a distant part of Fraze's mind, something was keeping a running total of damages incurred to this place, and how much Spacefleet would have to pay to rebuild. It wasn't looking pretty.
So, Rider wanted him to run over to the entrance. Well, sounds reasonable. Hunty was there and the attacker was charging her, plus getting out of this place would mean fewer expenses to Spacefleet, and the second thought caused Fraze once again to repeat to himself that he needed to get out of this bureaucracy. He sprinted toward the entrance, drawing closer to, and eventually overtaking, the attacker. Aaaaand the blarf grabbed Hunty with a tentacle. Fraze had to cough loudly and shake his head. Once he got to the entrance, he did his best to climb up on the large shaggy kraken--muttering apologies to the creature as he went--and waited for the attacker to come out. "You okay?" he called to Hunty, fully aware that doing so might mean imminent decapitation--but also aware that she would likely need to vent on someone, and soon.
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Post by Rikku on Dec 28, 2009 16:59:46 GMT -5
Brassport. I Should Really Wait For Toka To Post First. Oops.
An evil grin spread across Rikku’s face.
Real evil grins were a vital part of this kind of thing. A lot of guys ignored the grin, and that was about standards. Sure, there was nothing quite so disconcerting as a manic cackle, but the grin came a close second. Grinning good-humouredly in the midst of fire and ashes and glass, as destruction raged all around you; that was the mark of a good villain. And as ‘villain’ seemed to be the role she was playing right now, she let her grin broaden to Cheshire-feline proportions.
Then she heard someone shouting – not to her, obviously - “Worry not milady! I, Oscar, Gentleman Adventurer, have come to liberate you from the jaws of Death!”
Her grin shrank, replaced by a quizzical expression. “I wonder if whoever that is realises how much they sound like they’re from a penny dreadful,” she mused, but before she could turn to set the idiot on fire or direct a golem to cut him to shreds, something hit her square in the back and sent her flying.
She landed solidly on the ground and skidded, grazing her arms, hitting her head on the floor. The impact drove the wind from her lungs and the thoughts from her head.
So for a few blessed, precious moments, she was free from the slick taint of the Underdeep. Her thoughts, such as they were, were her own.
Unfortunately, they weren’t really the kind of thoughts worth having.
Rikku struggled to sit up, and couldn’t quite manage it. She blinked dazedly at her bone wand, lying on the ground a few metres away from her. Must’ve flown from her grasp. It was important to get it, she knew that, but right now she couldn’t quite remember why.
“No, mother,” she mumbled vaguely, “I have no wish to be a florist.”
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Post by PFA on Dec 28, 2009 17:48:06 GMT -5
((Phantom Merc))
Jernath listened interestedly to the offers they were given. Draco offered a bagful of treasure (not the bag itself though) and a vial of dragon's blood for the mercs' assistance, and Gil offered to get some people to help rebuild the base in exchange for keeping the Phantom Merc. Jernath wasn't particularly sure what the dragon blood was for, not knowing much about this sort of thing, but he certainly wasn't complaining to the rest.
"Sounds like a fine offer to me," Jernath said in reply. To Gil, he added, "I'm not sure we'd have much use for this copter... hybrid... thing anyway."
In response to Gil's other question, Jernath said, "Well, first and foremost, we should get Scar some medical treatment. Beyond that, it might be a good idea to scout around town and figure out what's going on. I mean, your city showing up, and that weird dark thing..." He trailed off absently, watching the scenery go by. He could almost hear some faint, mysterious sounds, but it might have been his imagination. Or possibly the Phantom Merc's engines.
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