Guild Wars III Roleplay (Rated T)

[Kiddo]

Kiddo paused as the hatch opened. Already, the tip of her tail was starting to vanish from normal sight.

“War?” she said, “Humans war. I just kill.”

Kiddo took a deep breath of the cold air. For a moment it cleared her head, woke up that little bit of her brain that screamed not to do this, that this was suicide! It wasn’t worth the risk! Then her glowing eyes caught sight of the phoenix, the sunlight in the air washed over her and her fur faded away into nothingness and that little voice sat down and shut up. That creature had killed her. And now… the timing was right. The nightshade fell from the ship. If it were visible, it would have been a very graceful tumble, like a leaf had simply fallen off a branch. But as it were, no one could see the small bundle of claws and fury that free-fell directly towards Sev.

((since the timing of the invisibility is a pain in the posterior, I've decided to make it an on/off thing as long as time is not specified. Since that's a bit more powerful than just daylight/nighttime it's also now easier to see... moving while touching a physical object can cause a blur and looking through something physical - like glass - can also show a blur. Magically enhanced vision still sees through the invisibility))

[Speck]

Spacefleet

Nadine and Speck hit a fork in the hallway and split up, heading towards their respective quarters. Nadine shouted their rendezvous point back at Speck, specifying that they leave in no more than 30 minutes. That gave them enough time to get their things and get back to the designated hangar... but not much else. She sure hoped that Nadine had clearance to go planet-side.

As Speck made her way towards her room, she brushed past a half-cougra, half-machine figure. She turned around quickly, stopping in her tracks, "Cyborg?"

"What are you doing out here? I thought you were sick?"

[Cyborg]

" I was, I'm feeling quite a bit better now though. What's going on. Why are there so many people up here...that shouldn't be? Who died?" Cyborg stated, adding the who died, in a sort of joke. He stretched and yawned. " I missed something huge again didn't i?" he asked rhetorically.

[Speck]

Spacefleet

Speck paled at the last question, then took a deep breath before answering. As fast as she could, she explained what she knew of the situation on the surface: the NTWF (and everything on it) was turing to stone from some sort of ooze. Spacefleet was working on evacuating the planet. The 'Fleet's own security system had fired on the refugees whom they had already evacuated. Et cetera.

"...and I really don't have time for all this exposition. If I don't hurry, I'm going to miss my flight down to the surface," With that, she turned and started speed walking to her room. Whether or not Cyborg followed, she didn't care.

"You're welcome to come if you gather your things fast enough!" She added, shouting back to Cyborg. She had the feeling that she might regret inviting him along, but there was no time to worry about such things.

[Strife]

((Floating Hall of Strife))

Without warning, Dark Sev felt a sudden force drive itself into his body, and he began free-falling from the sky. He could feel the wild, thrashing limbs of an invisible creature on top of him, pushing its weight down upon him so that he could not fly.

Dark Sev wrestled with the creature, their two bodies spinning wildly as they descended from the sky at an incredible speed with the chilling morning air rushing past them.

Dark Sev's body erupted in a burst of pitch black flames, and he hoped to ward off the creature with the intense heat. Failing that, he would have to teleport the two of them back into the floating city hall.


Meanwhile, Strife was growing irritated at the lone spacecraft bombarding his fortress. Rather than stay in place and manipulate the ship's weapons, he resolved to manipulate the ship itself.

Immediately, he rose from his seated position on the giant staircase, gripped his sword tightly with his left hand, and used his jet boots to rocket into the sky through a medium-sized hole in the ceiling. Once he ascended into the cloudy sky, he glanced around briefly and spotted the craft a short distance away.

After a brief pause, he rocketed straight towards the ship, making very well sure that the pilot would see him coming. As he approached, he raised his right hand in front of him and channeled his psionic energy into his fingertips, willing the spacecraft's plasma guns into twisting shut. If the pilot tried to fire, the plasma would cause more damage to the ship that it could do to him.

Once he was close enough, he disengaged his jet boots and landed with a hard thud on the nose of the spacecraft. His hair and cloak flapped wildly in the air as the craft continued to soar across the sky. He took two heavy steps forward, then clutched his sword with both hands, pointing it downwards at the windshield.

With a single, powerful thrust, Strife drove his massive blade into the windshield of the spaceship. Because the glass was built to withstand incredible exterior forces, the impact only caused a large crack, but Strife used his psionic strength to gradually drive the sword deeper and deeper into the surface. It would shatter in a matter of seconds.

Strife glared at the people inside with a malevolent look that only said one thing - surrender or die.

[Kiddo]

Kiddo's mind fairly roared with fury, the monster within finally released. She howled and bit down hard on the joint between shoulder and neck, tearing at him with all four limbs, trying to get a good enough hold to go for the throat. Bloodlust was in her mind and all she could feel was the desire to rip open the artery and watch him die.

The fact that they were falling escaped her. The heat escaped her, despite where it burnt her fur away, leaving bare patches of dark skin. Her invisibility faltered under the fire and she let go with one arm, growling low in her throat, and splayed the four fingers, claws out, and tensed to strike again, this time at the heart. This close, her eyes were visible underneath their pale glow, and they were pupiless white orbs, save for a tiny speck of purple and the taint of madness.

((feel free to shake her off, she's not hanging on too good now, or teleport back))

[Cyborg]

(Spacefleet)
" Ya...I missed a lot. Yes I wish to come, I need to go down, I need to see if my brother and Rose are alive." Cyborg rushed back into his room, grabbed his necessities; cutlasses, crossbow and darts, and of course the standard issue Fleeter laser shield.
"Hurry, to the Queen of Hearts Mr. Rabbit!".
" Lead the way Speck."

[Celestial]

((Mage Manor))

I have had enough of this bickering. Results are needed.

Celestial cringed as she heard the voice of the Underdeep in her head. It was right and the arguments should stop but it wanted that stop for all the wrong reasons.

What can I do?

Watch.

The dragon mage collapsed on the ground, her palms raised to the sky. The Underdeep seeped into her mind and her closed eyes turned once again sto static. Air gathered around her palms, subtly, and became infused with the Underdeep. This poisoned air circulated around the group, entering their system and affecting them as the Underdeep would.

Celestial has introduced the element of fear. Lying there, seemingly vulnerable, she could barely restrain the Underdeep's smile.

((Ex-Dropship))

No it isn't! The Author could show you the remains of the Fourth Wall after this is over!

"Y-you think I'd -- yeah, I'll try not to lose you or anything." Nasue spoke, which to the Author was a good thing to hear. She didn't want to destablise the Fourth Wall any more than she should and she was going to do that fairly soon.

Hey, running gag alert! It's a fun running gag which the writer in all her sadness, gets and enjoys but maybe we could curb it? A little? No, I didn't think so. Keep going!

"You heard of a pirate named Huntress, Author?" Nasue asked her. The Author laughed.

"Sure, who doesn't? You want to go to her? Because I'm not sure if that is a good idea but hey, you're the one taking a risk. To outsiders I'm just computer parts," she replied, not sure what tone to adopt so settling for sarcastic.

[Draco]

Draco stands there as the Underdeep Tornadoes began to whirl around and infect the people around him with Underdeep fears. He scratches the back of his head as he looks around, uninfected.

"And here I thought I almost had them. I guess I'll wait and see what happens..."

He smirks as he can only imagine what they are seeing.

[Speck]

Spacefleet

Speck changed from the Spacefleet uniform into some semblance of her old pirate outfit. If she kept track of such things, she might have been able to tell someone that she had beaten her old clothes-changing record by a few minutes. She had replaced her sleek trousers for a pair of loose breeches, which she tucked into her boots. The stuffy shirt that was part of her uniform was switched for a linen, long-sleeved shirt, and a patterned waistcoat. A green jacket with a few bloodstains on it found its way onto her shoulders once more. The black band she had shown Nadine earlier, she couldn't remove.

Before leaving the room altogether, she had grabbed a silver case from the back of her closet. It had several labels on it, which read: flammable, caution, warning, fragile. There was even an arrow stuck on the case; the words underneath said arrow read "this end up."

Speck didn't say a word to Cyborg as she passed him in the hallway. He would follow, so why did she need to say anything to him?

As she continued down the hall, she held up the black band to her mouth and spoke, "Contact: Nadine Maklakov."
The band bleeped in recognition.

"Nadine?" There was a pause.

"Daaaaa~?" Nadine's voice sang out.

"I hope you remembered my birthday!"

Nadine laughed, "Your presents are waiting to be unwrapped! Get over here, paporotnik!"

Speck smiled, "End communication link."

[Rider]

[glow=red,2,300]The Skies Above Tabloid Town[/glow]

Rider had gotten herself in over her head plenty of times, but this one took the cake. As Strife drove his sword into the glass, Rider realized exactly how foolish it was to go up against a psychic undead with... yeah, a ship they could barely operate and a psychotic dog-tiger-thing.

If only this were hand-to-hand and two-feet-on-the-ground. I mean, heck, the only people Rider knew who were equipped to handle this sort of combat were Ikkin and -

Crap.

Rider looked up from the ball she was huddled in to take another look at the phoenix. She couldn't see him anymore. Hadn't he looked like -

Rider pulled something large and metal - presumably a replacement part for the ship - from the back and shoved it in front of the windshield. It would be enough to shield the faces of the people in the front row. Anyone in the back would have to duck behind seats.

The glass shattered. Pieces whizzed by Rider's belly, leaving small cuts. She cursed, throwing the sheet of metal at their attacker. With any luck, it would throw him off the ship, but she readied her sword just in case.

[Zylaa]

((Skies Above Tabloid Town))

About when Strife landed on the ship, Zylaa realized that her conception of Spacefleet as people that could do anything-- with SCIENCE-- was about as flawed as the now-cracking glass.

Psychotic mage with science and evil superpowers versus a spaceship full of pirates, recently minus one scary striped furry thing. Yep. This was going great.

Where are our blasted mages when we need them?! she thought as she dove behind the seats. Even she could see that the glass was about to go.

Shards shot past her, some falling from above and gouging her (fortunately thick) coat, a few catching her hands, which she had stupidly used to clutch the seat. She barely noticed. Fear had taken over, and there would be time to deal with the blood later. And the weasels--

The weasels! She whirled around in horror, prepared for the worst, but the back of the ship was empty. The weasels had gone. She felt a soft tap by her knee and looked down to see the General, quivering in fear but still giving a tiny salute.

"Army go to Shiny Space Place. Not safe here." Zylaa nodded, breathing a sigh of relief.

"You can say that again," she said.

"Army go to Shi--"

"It's a figure of speech. You can go with them, I'll call you if it's safe again," she said. The General nodded.

"Fluffy gone," he said, looking sad.

"She'll be okay," Zylaa said automatically. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay," he said. His voice shook, but he gave one last salute and vanished.

Zylaa readied her sword and peeked out from behind the seat, ready to help in whatever way she could.


((Mage Manor))

Kassandra felt the cold touch of magical-induced fear slide over her like water off a duck. She inwardly sighed. Fear could just get everyone running inside like scared rabbits. Stepping very deliberately over the body of the possessed mage lying on the ground, she walked over to Ikkin, and placed a warm hand, confident despite all the struggles, and filled with newfound resolve on the kitsune's shoulder.

"Why should we fight them?" she said, her voice quavering with mercy like a sweet melody. "Ignore them. Forget them. Let's get to the people responsible. I don't know how many of you are willing to fight for your home," she said in a voice devoid of anger, filled only with disappointment, which was somehow all the more wounding, like crystal knives, "but I'm going. I just..." here she turned and looked up at Ikkin alone, her eyes glimmering with the ghost of unshed tears "... I need you. I can't get there alone, and I... I would like someone to fight alongside. You've proven yourself passionate enough, let's work together against this new blight. Even if nobody else will."

Because you can catch flies with honey and vinegar, she thought.

[Strife]

((Skies Above Tabloid Town))

Dark Sev felt the creature tear hard into his neck, thrashing its limbs like a wild predator. Meanwhile, the phoenix intensified his body heat while attempting to dig into the beast's skin with his talons.

Shortly after, a loud, unearthly shriek penetrated the sky as Dark Sev felt the creature dig into his chest, aiming for the heart. He had no choice but to teleport. In a flash, his body was wisked away in a vortex of dark energy, leaving whatever had attacked him to plummet to the ground. He appeared within the partially destroyed walls of the city hall, where he remained motionless on the ground while the hands of the Underdeep snaked over his mangled body to repair him.


Meanwhile, Strife had broken through the windshield of the spacecraft and was immediately greeted by a large metal plate heading straight towards him. The plate slammed into his shoulder pad, knocking him back and to the side, but he lodged his sword on the inside corner of the broken windshield in order to stop himself from falling off. The plate zoomed out of the ship and began falling to the earth.

Once Strife had stabilized himself, he leaped inside the ship and landed in the space between the driver and passenger seats. The wind rushing inside the ship made it extremely difficult to hear anything, including the noise of the ship's alarms. He took a good look at the group of pirates in front of them, who had their weapons drawn in a desperate attempt to fend him off.

Wasting no time, he charged towards Rider and Zylaa with a horizontal swing, aiming to hit them both with one shot.

[Rider]

[glow=red,2,300]SKY BATTLE[/glow]

The shriek hit Rider first, sharp enough to physically knock a person back if that person had anywhere behind her to get knocked to. The wound was shallow but it stung like nobody's business. Rider got up, ears ringing, not really remembering when she dove to the ground. She spat and rose, sword in a guarding position.

That shrieking was getting really annoying.

Rider tried to stab Strife directly, whooping and hollering and hoping to draw Strife's attention so Zylaa could try to flank.

[Kiddo]

KIDDO GO SPLAT

((gotta keep with tradition))

The nightshade tumbled, desperately looking about for her foe. She had it... the blood was on her claws... and the rushing of the wind was the last thing she heard before a sickening crunch and a splash of blood across lifeless gray stone.

Minutes passed. The blood started to steam in the air, then small purple flames licked about it. They spread, covering the nightshade's body until all that could be seen was a figure, moving, curling up in a fetal position as the fire grew higher. Then, as quickly as it had come, it died away, leaving behind a very much NOT inhuman creature.

In fact, it was a young woman with short hair and ninja garb. She stirred, looking about in confusion at the gray stone, the leftover blood splatter, and finally up at the floating tower in the sky. Something... about it... seemed familiar? It was hard to tell. She rolled herself into a crouch, her black ninja uniform concealing a small array of weaponry and her signature scarf tied around her neck.

"Where the hell am I?" Kiddo muttered.