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Post by Draco on Jan 19, 2010 20:45:33 GMT -5
<<Brassport, Gil's Shop, Front Desk>>
The assistant, Lina Likemen, sat behind the desk. "That man hasn't come back down..." She stares out the window, people are running around screaming. "Look at them having fun."
She sighs and listens to what the screaming was about, something like 'Turn to stone!' and 'We're all going to die' and 'It spreads on the ground!'
Sighing once again she looks around, "Didn't Mr. Maxwell tell me something before?" She pulls out a small handbook, titled 'Emergency Situations and Plans' and flips through the pages. "In case of dead coming back to life, in case of angry ex-assistant (constantly changed), in case of ex-girlfriend, building on fire, self (Gil Maxwell) on fire, anyone calling themselves 'Gentlemen Explorer' plan, In Case I (Gil Maxwell) Am Missing, People Are Screaming In Panic, And You Need To Escape And Possibly Save People Plan!"
Sighing she walks to the elevator and goes upstairs in the elevator. After a few minutes she comes back down stairs and sits down. "Yep, not here. That man is gone to... He left something though." Continuing reading she nods her head sluggishly, and returns to the elevator. Once upstairs she walks over to a small box, opens it with a key, and takes out another key and another box. She then walks up the stairs to the next floor (and the workshop). Looking around, she finds a small bike with wings on it and sits on it. She begins to peddle and leave when she notices the strange gun left by Strife earlier. Picking it up she places it in a bag with the rest of the stuff and goes back to peddling the air bike. Soon she takes off in the direction of the Aerodome. The sqeeking peddles and rotors flapping the wings as she goes.
<<Aerodome>>
After a few minutes of flying through the city, she arrives at the dome. She lands, walks in, ignores everything that is going on, and takes out a small piece of paper. Looking it over she looks around and wanders over to a large pair of doors with a sign 'Top Secret.' She opens a smaller set of doors under it with the key she had, and walks inside. Inside is a large, what looks to be a Navy Battleship, with no weapons... Sighing once again she goes over to a ladder and climbs in. After a few minutes of climbing, getting lost in the ship, she finds the bridge. Inside she finds a small hollowed out box shape, and presses the box into it. The ship comes alive, and begins to float just above the ground. The large doors open up. "It says here I am to fly it out of here, gather as many people as I can, and find Mr. Maxwell.... One problem...." She looks around the bridge. "I don't know how to fly this thing." She sighs and pouts in the drivers seat.
<<Hospital Ruins, Central of Chaos and Destruction>>
Gil hits the radio several times. "It won't turn off!" A version of Dies Irae begins to play on it. Gil stares at it, "I would rather have the static..." He looks around as several one man and several Mercs climb into the vehicle. He sticks his head out the window. "Hurry up! We need to get out of here, this is a ground vehicle after all!"
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Post by Huntress on Jan 19, 2010 23:11:16 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town Demolition Derby- um, hospital. Or what's left of it.))
Collapsing buildings didn't bother the blarf much, considering how he wasn't much smaller than one and also rather bouncy and steel-reinforced. He just edged over the hovercar and its passengers to squat on it like a very furry hen and subsequently pushed all his tentacles up to hold back the parts of the ceiling coming down on him. Rubble rained all around them, but rubble is better than huge chunks of ceiling any day, so Hunty, burying herself in the blarf's fur and shielding herself with her arms as best as she could manage, figured that things could probably have gone worse. Sure, she now had a lungful of concrete dust to cough out and she couldn't see two inches from her nose, but not being dead always counted for something.
She could feel the blarf move. Either Bloody Mary had landed in his ear to give orders or the beast had made his own decision, but he was now backing blindly out of the rubble, tossing chunks of stone aside with the tentacles as he went. They got out just in time to hear Strife's proclamation of a new world order or something to that effect.
"Terribly sorry, mate," Hunty muttered hoarsely under her breath, shaking dust out of her hair, "but the Commander position of my world is long since taken. Nasue... don't worry, we'll get through this. We always do. Somehow." She smiled weakly. "Just stick around and you'll see, we always manage to come out on top. Woah, boy, where're you going?"
"Blaaaarf," the blarf snarled, backing away from the ooze that was now seeping from the hospital. Then he turned around and headed off, towards the harbor.
"Stop right there." Hunty's voice was now metallic. "Rane?"
"Yeeup?"
As the blarf stopped and turned around again reluctantly, the captain noticed that Rane was sitting, rather nonchalantly, behind a small hazy bluish shield that surrounded him completely and moved in silent ripples from the gem in his hand, looking up at Strife and his stone pillar with a calculative look on his face. Hunty stared at him for a moment, then also turned to look at the pillar.
"Can you knock him down a peg, by any chance?" she asked.
"Could," said TMC, in control again and rather enjoying all the chaos, "but where's the point? It wouldn't change a thing. The same is happening all over the planet. It'd keep happening even if he died. I can close this entrance and stop the ooze, and probably clear you a path of sorts towards that... Mage Manor, but..." But, uh, but what? Only now did he realize that he was sortof talking himself into a corner, and paid hasty attention to Rane screaming something in his head. "But I want to get back to my crew first," he said, relieved. "Yes. They're probably all possible ways of screwed by now, but all the same." Cork it, wuss, I'm trying to keep us both alive here. "I should still be able to save them. And you know how it is, a captain's first priority is always his crew."
"Well, I don't like those mages," Hunty said glumly, deciding that although the pirate lord was acting far too strange, he also had a powerful magical gem and wasn't therefore the type she wanted to argue with. "Always meddling with the unknown. You saw Celestial and what she was like. The mages have the right minds for getting possessed, them and their constant bending of the laws of the universe. There's no telling what the situation might be like in the Manor right now. I'm not getting my crew in there. We need to find someplace safe."
"I don't think there's a safe place anywhere on the planet right now," Bloody Mary said, poking his head out of the fur. He had indeed been in the blarf's ear for the last five minutes.
The captain nodded, biting her lip, then a thought occurred to her. She looked up again, at the pillar, at Strife on top of it, then past him and at the full moon that was still visible in the rapidly lightening sky.
She smiled.
"Rane, before you go, close that hospital entrance, please, and stop that ooze."
"No thanks necessary," said TMC, sounding just a bit tetchy. Hunty looked down again. The puddle of black ooze around the ruins was no longer moving.
"You... closed it already?"
"It's just shutting an interdimensional rift," said the Horseman, then quickly added, "I've sortof been practising out at sea, you know how they sometimes open up when you least expect them. With a gem like this, it's really not that complicated. Um. Anyway, that'll only buy you some time, mind. The ooze is still coming out from all other entrances, it'll get here eventually. So if you'd rather set off now and get me close enough to the other nearby entrances for me to close them-"
"Yeah, I'd rather set off now," Hunty said, fishing out the communicator she'd gotten only a few hours ago when the world had seemed so much... nicer. It felt like distant past now. "Fraze, where the bloody blazes are you, are you mostly okay, and how fast can you get me a spaceship ooooon," she craned her neck, "the corner of 13th and Plague Street? Wow, no wonder this place had no patients. Anyway, a rat always knows when to abandon ship and this lovely little planet is sinking like a rock."
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Post by Draco on Jan 19, 2010 23:29:29 GMT -5
<<The Phantom Merc Outside The Hospital On The Corner of 13th and Plaque Street>>
"So do you have a plan for us once we get out of here Gil?"
Gil shakes his head, "Not really. I was just going to drive to Brassport. If we make it there I might have a plan, might not."
"What do you mean?"
"Well... I have a ship I've been working on for a company lately. It's not fully operational, but it's working enough to fly us around if we can get to it. But first I have to get to my shop."
"Why your shop?"
"The key is there. If I'm lucky my assistant is following the Emergency Book and all ready has it ready to go, so the shop won't be needed."
"You are making very little sense to me."
"Sorry," Gil scratches his head, "I'm just a little freaked out. I figured if we can get to a airship we can fly around and avoid that mist. Who knows where it popped up."
Draco remains silent for a few moments, staring out at the petrified grass and earth, and then at Strife. "I just want to protect the country and my home, at all costs."
<<Aerodome, Nameless Airship>>
Lina rocks back and forth in the chair looking at the buttons. It takes her a while, but she finds the one she is looking for and presses it.
From the airship, ropes and ladders and a couple lifts all come out from the sides and bottom of the ship.
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Post by Strife on Jan 20, 2010 4:02:27 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town - Corner of 13th and Plague Street))
Strife watched the scene below him with both surprise and amusement. No one had accepted his proposal of an alliance, and everyone was fleeing from him.
He kept his arms crossed and grinned sadistically. The remains of his cloak flowed almost gracefully in the wind behind him. His sword levitated in place, the head facing forward as though it was enjoying the view with him.
He watched Celestial fly down to the group and tell them to head towards Mage Manor, after which she started to take off in that direction. He had a feeling that she had spoken those words as her normal, unpossessed self, but all the same, he figured that the Underdeep was planning some sort of trap to deal with the Manor.
Soon enough, the elaborately dressed pirate with the mysterious gem used its powers to halt the flow of the ooze directly below Strife's stone tower. His static eyes widened for a moment.
He cannot seal them all, the Underdeep spoke inside his mind. Our power is too strong. Our resolve is too great. The cleansing will happen, no matter the circumstances.
Strife briefly looked towards the horizon. Several other patches of ooze were now climbing their way up the sides of the buildings in the distance.
It seemed that the Underdeep had harnessed his abilities with great effect. It was fortunate, he thought, since it was now very likely that the whole of NTWF would stand against him. Granted, there was the dragon mage, but unlike him, she was actively trying to break her connection with the Underdeep. As long as her eyes were blue, he wouldn't trust her completely.
What he needed, then, was a scapegoat. The way he saw it, there were currently two locations that would not be directly affected by the ooze - Mage Manor and Spacefleet HQ. If he could somehow get the two guilds to arouse suspicion in one another, then perhaps they would destroy each other before they destroyed him.
Strife continued to observe the chaos below him, thinking silently of a way to execute his plan.
((Dunburrow))
By this point, a decent portion of the houses on the outskirts of Dunburrow had been frozen in hard, black earth. The villagers that hadn't been petrified were quickly advancing towards the heart of the kingdom, Castle Kestrel.
Inside the castle itself, the knights were bracing for the incoming ooze, desperately trying to find some sort of spell or tool that would stop it, or at least slow it down.
((Ruins of Mercenary HQ))
The large patch of dirt and grass that once belonged to the Mercenaries was now completely lifeless. Everything in the area was encased in the dark material that was plaguing the world.
As the sun slowly emerged from its hiding spot in the horizon, the light of dawn bounced against the surface of the black stone landscape, giving it a faint shimmer. It would have been a somewhat beautiful sight, if not for the consequences of getting close enough to look at it.
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Post by PFA on Jan 20, 2010 12:02:10 GMT -5
((What was once the hospital entrance -> Phantom Merc))
A whole lot had happened since PFA's last post all at once. Hospitals exploding, messages of doom, the whole shebang. Jernath, with a lack of other ideas, decided to accompany the rest of his de facto teammates onto the Phantom Merc. Just like with the HQ, when there was nothing you could do, the best option was to flee.
"Okay, remember what I asked about what the heck is going on?" he grumbled to the other occupants of the vehicle. "And what are we supposed to do about Scar if the hospital's blown up?"
We can't worry about that now, came a voice from the back of his mind. All that matters now is survival.
Images flashed through his mind. The exploding Mercenary Base. The ruins of the hospital. The mysterious darkness that tried to envelop their base. Their crashed helicopter. Darkness... fire. Was anywhere safe, anymore? How long would they be searching for refuge? Would they ever find it?
Jernath tried to shake the thoughts out of his head. It had really been a bad day--he didn't need to make it even worse.
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Post by Celestial on Jan 20, 2010 17:49:43 GMT -5
((Flying Away))
Not many had heeded her warning. This wasn't good. All depended on them being in one location, for much easier manipulation by her. Them being scattered and doing their own thing was not a good way for this plan to work out.
You too gentle with them, expecting words alone to pursuade them. What humans need is a whip to guide them.
Celestial frowned and really hoped the Underdeep would not begin logn speeches on how humans suck like most supernatural villains do. But she decided it was best not to argue with the Eldritch Abomination which currently held on to her organs.
What do you want me to do?
When you are close to the Manor, land
The dragon flew, overtaking many groups of fleeing guilders until at last she came to the Manor. She set her feet down on the grass which had not been petrified yet and felt the Underdeep crawl into her head, taking up the usual position as her puppeteer. Once again, her eyes took on the hypnotising buzz of static.
Immediately the dragon mage felt her mind being squeezed and forced even more to the side. The Underdeep wanted more control of her. She tried to fight it but for some reason, unlie before when she could keep it at bay, it was impossible now.
She put her hand down to the ground, feeling the Underdeep deep below it. From her hand a thin black thread stretched out and made contact with its parent below. Celestial immediately felt a great rush of power, taking over her mind and washing away at her identity. She was being rid of her personality through this connection. The Underdeep was growing stronger to be able to overcome her like so.
Fire and air magic pulsed down the thread and was carried by the Underdeep below, as electricity is carried by a wire. It split in two and then in two again, spread like a tree's roots towards where the escaping groups were.
It could influence the surface now. The Gate was damaged more than it had thought before.
((Tabloid Town Hospital))
From the devastated ground, several hundred flames suddenly twinkled into life. They grew, fed by the air magic that burned with the fire until they had the shapes of men. But those shapes were a gross parody of humans, only sharing an outline in common. The rest was just flames, save for where the eyes were. Two streaks of pure white fire always flickered where they should be.
They did not hesitate. A group split off, surrounding the pirates and the Blarf while another circled the Mercs. They positioned themselves in synchronisation, cutting off many of the escape routes. Except the one leading to Mage Manor.
Each demon seemed to yawn, exposing a tongue* of flame and lunged at their chosen targets.
* *Brick'd for bad pun*
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Post by Draco on Jan 20, 2010 18:34:24 GMT -5
<<UnderworldThe now FLAMING ruins of the Hospital>>
Gil stares at the demons in his way and presses a trigger on the steering wheel. Bullets fire from under the PM at the target ahead of them. The bullets are absorbed into the fire that the creatures are created from like water to a sponge.
Looking around Draco see's no exit but one. He points to the only open direction. "Drive! And if any get in the way, run them down!"
Gil hits the gas and drives to the only direction available. On the way he manages to hit one demon. The demon flies in the air and over the Phantom Merc, only to crash down on the other side, get on a scream at the vehicle that hit it. Several of the demons begin to throw fire and claw at the vehicle as it drives past them.
Draco watches as the fire balls keep getting closer to their targets. He goes over to the sliding door and stares out. "Gil, your plan better work." He dives out of the Phantom Merc and rolls on the ground several times. When he begins to get up, he is surrounded. "Pardon me, but do you have a glass of water to spare?"
Gil hits another button and the Phantom Merc gets a explosion of energy, rocketing the group down the street and away from the fire demons.
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<<Brassport, Still Unnamed Airship>>
Lina walks around the bridge hoping to find some kind of instructions book. "Of course they wouldn't make one without the ship being completed, would they?" She sighs and stares at the controls. From experience she knows what a few of them do. She flew a couple of smaller air crafts before, but preferred her bike. "I hope this works..." Sighing she presses a couple buttons and presses the steering. The ship slowly pushes forward and out the doors, in the direction of other ships and people.
She eases the controls a little to move the ship into a empty spot in between some other ships. She sighs again, this time with relief that she didn't damage another ship or kill anyone while moving.
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 20, 2010 21:04:41 GMT -5
((In the air near the hospital))
Amneiger's first instinct was to fire at Strife. He was a very large and obvious target who had also put himself on a giant pedestal for easy targetting. They could go around behind him and then unload all of their weapons into his back; it seemed unlikely that even crazy Underdeep powers could do much against salvos of rockets and anti-personnel laser blasts.
On the other hand, the Pirates were trapped in the streets near the hospital. And while there would undoubtly be chances to shoot Strife later, there was only going to be this one chance to save the Pirates now.
"How much weight is this dropship rated for? We need to pick up that giant black thing."
The technician in the copilot seat turned and stared. "That? How much does it weigh?"
"I don't know, but if we don't do anything quickly they'll be caught by the ooze."
"Well, we've carried APCs before, but those were always one at a time and they were not that big. And there's no way it's going to fit in here, so it'll have to hold on to us."
"Try it anyway. We may need to fly low to the ground if flying higher would overstress the engines. If that's the case, just blow up any buildings that are in your way." Amneiger looked at the buildings that were being engulfed in the blackness. "I doubt that there'll be any people left in them."
"Yes sir." The dropship banked and flew until it was hovering over the Pirates. The laser cannons fired down into the ranks of fire people, trying to disrupt the heat energy they were made from.
Amneiger opened the dropship door and lowered a rope ladder. "Up here!"
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Post by Draco on Jan 20, 2010 21:29:41 GMT -5
<<The Place Formally Known As The Hospital Place>>
A couple of the demons scream at Draco in the face. "Well, a simple no would have worked." He fades into a shadow and slithers away from them. He reappears around the borders of the ooze, and looks up at Strife, standing menacing.
He calls up at him, "You know, you can't take over the world if you just stand there doing nothing! I mean you did unleash this ooze stuff. I'm not sure where the freaky fire demons came from, but you are still not lifting a finger! What, are you afraid to fighting us one on one?" He begins reaching around his belt and pockets, "This is possibly the stupidest idea in the world. That and when that one guy decided to say 'BAM!' whenever he adds spices to food. I mean I've never seen the show, after all we have no televisions, but come on! I could use some of that essance now though, to possibly throw in that guys eyes. Ah!" He pulls out a kunai and flings it at Strife.
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Post by Strife on Jan 21, 2010 4:36:21 GMT -5
Strife immediately caught sight of a kunai soaring in his direction from the ground. He raised his hand, and his sword moved in front of him, deflecting the small weapon.
He then grabbed his sword out of the air, rested it on his shoulder, and leaped off the side of his tall stone pedestal. He slammed so hard into the petrified rubble of the hospital that he sent every piece of debris within a few meters flying high into the air, along with splotches of ooze. The ground shook briefly, but violently.
Strife stood just behind the edge of the ooze, yet it had no effect on his body. A wave of tension filled the already misty air as his eyes locked onto Draco's.
"If I am something that can be stopped," he said, "Then I dare you to stop me."
He raised his sword in front of him, grabbing the humongous thing with both hands. "Your move."
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Post by Fraze on Jan 21, 2010 14:09:05 GMT -5
((Up in the air)) Just when things seemed to improve, they got worse. Of course. Fraze had flown farther up to continue his survey of the damage, and was behind Strife at the time of his announcement. Instinctively, he reestablished the connection with Cyclops and relayed the entire message as best he could. "Scratch my previous orders, this is now a war. Prepare half of our available units as soon as possible. Equip them for both war and peacekeeping. Looks like they'll need hovercraft. Prepare the 'Fleet to receive evacuees from the affected areas. Set up shelters in the common area, crew quarters, hallways, wherever we can. Half of the remaining should be keeping the evacuees in order. Alert medical, there will undoubtedly be injuries. Start with this continent, the most densely populated areas and work out from there. Send as many ships as we can spare for evacuation. Crew transports, shuttlecraft, cruise ships, personal spacecraft if you can get the owners' permission. Have them announce their presence so people will know. Get the c-plus ships down here within five minutes. Break whatever protocols and bend whatever safety procedures you need to get the sublight ships here within twenty minutes. Keep sending ships back after they've dropped off evacuees. And--oh, Shrike's thorns, I don't want to say this--prepare to declare martial law. Spacefleet will not side with a war criminal. Have a speech prepared for the declaration and a broadcast system in place." Martial law. Fraze never thought he would have to use that phrase. People were already leery of Spacefleet, now they would openly despise it. Within hours, he would become the second most hated individual on the planet. The most hated...was below him, turning the planet to stone.
His comm chirped. It was the one voice he loved most in the universe, and the last one he wanted to hear just now. He knew Hunty well enough to realize that, in a situation like this, she wouldn't contact him unless she or her crew were in a dire emergency. "Fraze, where the bloody blazes are you, are you mostly okay, and how fast can you get me a spaceship ooooon the corner of 13th and Plague Street? Wow, no wonder this place had no patients. Anyway, a rat always knows when to abandon ship and this lovely little planet is sinking like a rock." He scanned the ground, searching for her. It wasn't hard, since she was riding on a creature that could have dwarfed a woolly mammoth. "Two o'clock, look up." He waved. "I've ordered a planetwide evacuation, we'll be taking as many as possible out of here. First ships should be arriving in five minutes. Get your crew together, head out to sea or wherever you can find safety until then. I'll send one to pick you up. You can't take the blarf with you, he won't fit on most of the ships, and it'll be packed enough as is."
He saw Ethan somewhere in the crowd among the rapidly approaching rock wave. He put the spacebike into a dive, roughly grabbing Ethan as he neared the ground so that he could lift the younger 'Fleeter onto the bike. "Sorry 'bout that. Get on. What have you observed? Anything I haven't?"
((Omni--if Ethan got on the spacebike, you can assume he's riding around with Fraze. Or not, if you wish. Either way.)) Fraze contacted Amneiger. "Amnei, if that ship has external speakers or anything similar, I need you to start relaying a message to the people on the surface. They no doubt got Strife's message. Tell them to evacuate their homes and begin heading toward the edge of the city. If they can, they should try to go to the seashore. Tell them that ships will start arriving in just a few minutes to take them to Spacefleet. They can choose whether to go or not, but we can't guarantee their safety if they don't evacuate. I'll be sending out the same message, but you can reach a lot more people."
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((Unnamed Hotel)) After some time, Merpo had finally managed to enter a fitful sleep, but the resonating voice in his head jerked him awake. He wondered if he was going crazy. Crazier. He got off of his bed. He had slept in his metal suit, just in case, and had gotten more than a few funny looks from the hotel owner. Now, he left his room and headed downstairs. And found a small crowd of people, all of whom looked like they had just heard voices. After hearing a few brief snippets of conversation, Merpo realized that they had. He walked outside. In the distance, closer to the center of Tabloid Town, he thought he could just barely see...something. A dead-looking gray patch. He had never observed this phenomenon in the Underdeep before, but it would have been too much of a coincidence if it were completely unrelated. He checked the suit's battery life. Two and a half hours left. He turned it on, to be safe.
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Post by Draco on Jan 21, 2010 17:51:21 GMT -5
<<Brassport, Aerodome, Top Secret Ship>>
Lina brushes some hair out of her face and taps a microphone. "Will all shipless people please board a ship. I am unsure what is going on, but my boss has told me to rescue as many people as I can with this ship if he is no where in sight... Also, I have no crew and barely learning how to pilot this ship."
She sighs and stares at the deck of the ship, "We can also hold any single to triple person size ships on the front deck. Slightly larger vehicles can fit into the inside, please load it on the lifts. Thank you."
She lays back in the chair and waits. She can see some people run to the ship and begin to board it, along with a couple smaller vehicles landing on the deck. After a short while, most of the seats on the bridge have people in them.
<<Tabloid Town, some random road>>
Gil drives the Phantom Merc down the road. After a few minutes they pass the town limits and reach the country side again. Thinking for a few moments, Gil makes a turn, heading in the direction of Brassport.
"Where is that Mage Manor place I heard people mention? If anyone wants out, I can drop you off there. Otherwise we're going to Brassport."
<<The Hospital Ruins, Staring Death in the Eyes>>
He watches as his kunai is easily deflected. "Heh, got his attention. Now if only I can get him down he- He's coming." He holds his breath as Strife drops from his previous spot. He holds his ground as dust flies in his face and splotches of ooze fly past him.
He listens to the few words Strife responds with, and Draco lets out the held breath. His muscles become relaxed. He takes out two kunai for each hand and stands ready to attack.
"I really don't think I can stop you. I'm not powerful enough. I know that. If I can do something to let everyone else get away, I'm going to try."
He eyes the ground and stares at the line of ooze, then back at Strife. With a short dive he gets directly under Strife, trying his best to stay on the side without ooze, and jumps up with a uppercut.
"SHORYUKEN!!!"971
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Post by Kiddo on Jan 21, 2010 19:49:44 GMT -5
Ninja Dojo
The night had come sooner than Kiddo had expected and by degrees, her full form had been revealed. She stood on two legs, lanky, inhuman, her eyes glowing with a light of their own. She ignored her mage companions, staring instead at the approaching ooze.
"What have you DONE!?" she shrieked, throwing her head back and her canine fangs were all too visible and all too sharp, "GO THEN!! Run back to your little hole! Stupid mages! Your kind went into the Underdeep! You woke up the nightmares! Get out! This is my home and I'll gut you all for this!!"
And she leapt at the nearest mage, all claws out and eyes blazing with blind rage.
((What? She's not sane, kay?))
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Post by Strife on Jan 22, 2010 0:38:31 GMT -5
((Spacefleet HQ))
Cyclops listened intently as he received Commander Fraze's new instructions.
"Acknowledged, Commander," he said simply. "I will make a general announcement to Headquarters."
Cyclops briefly adjusted the systems of his suit so that his speech would relay itself to the Fleet's primary communication channel.
Attention Spacefleet personnel: This is Subcommander Cyclops, authorization code 213C-Alpha-10-2. To all Subcommanders, your orders to rendezvous at my coordinates have been nullified. The Commander has indicated a Code Yellow situation on the planet surface. I repeat, the Commander has indicated a Code Yellow situation. All able-bodied personnel are to prepare for surface evacuation procedures immediately. Subcommanders have been instructed to equip their personnel for war and peacekeeping efforts. Prepare primary transport vessels for immediate departure.
((Spacefleet HQ - Docking Bay))
Somewhere in the Fleet, the Star Wars Battle Hymn of the Republic started playing.
The docking bay, which was fairly quiet just hours before, was now buzzing with activity. Spacecraft were being moved and flown around to make room, and marines and other officers were flocking all over the place, preparing themselves for the upcoming mission.
"Did you hear that?" said one of Subcommander Haggoth's marines beside him. "Change of plans."
"This just got a whole lot more interesting," replied Haggoth with a laugh. He was now dressed in a standard-issue military suit.
Haggoth turned around, cupped his hands, and shouted to the rest of the marines in the docking bay. "Alright, swines! You heard him - Commander's orders! Get your gear together! We're leaving this toaster ASAP!"
((Tabloid Town - Hospital Ruins))
Strife prepared as Draco gave an "I'm not strong, but gosh darnit, i'm gonna try," speech, headed towards his direction, and tried to nail him in the side with a rising uppercut.
According to Street Fighter lore, a well-placed Shoryuken was enough to cancel out most attacks and leave the user fairly invincible until they reached the apex of their jump. With that in mind, Strife was better off dodging the attack than blocking it. The Ninja was quick, but he was quicker.
With the blink of an eye, Strife teleport-dashed to the other side of Draco. He waited for him to start falling from his uppercut, and with both hands on his sword, leaped into the air himself and tried to slice him in half from behind with a rising slash.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2010 0:41:17 GMT -5
<<Ninja Dojo>>
Aly and Lika stared at the creeping black ooze.
[That looks bad.]
"...Yep."
Lupehunter, then Owen, suggested getting away. And then came a shrill shriek--Aly looked over as Kiddo shouted, her expression of rage catching the mage off-hand. For once, she felt her heart jump a bit.
"GO THEN!! Run back to your little hole! Stupid mages! Your kind went into the Underdeep! You woke up the nightmares! Get out! This is my home and I'll gut you all for this!!"
Normally, she would have laughed something like that off, but the voice alone made her cringe. She ducked and jerked the strap of her quiver, bringing it up as a small defense against the claws. "Oi, Kiddo!"
Sra. Fire...if I can burn her...
[Aly!]
No, she thought, remembering. No fire. But what?!
Dark as dried blood, bits and pieces stained like rust, ebony tongues of flame coiled from her hands, gathering around them and suddenly shoving towards Kiddo, attempting to wrap around her and reach at any open spot. Aly, dazed and concentrating on the magic, finally realized what she'd used, and she bit back a startled shout.
"Everybody back!" she yelled. Pyra. Dark magic!
And it's mine.
((Kiddo, or anyone stupid or brave enough to touch the flames will find themselves unburned (i.e. they're not flames in property, only in appearance), but will be either be struggling for control of themselves or inflicted with varying levels of mental pain depending on how well you handle this sort of stuff. How resistant you are to dark magic/mental effects will affect this.
Just a note to everyone and myself in case I use this later, because I probably will. ^^ I'll do a Brassport post later.))
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