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Post by Jina on Apr 13, 2010 5:20:17 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,200]Streets of Tabloid Town[/glow]
Corenu sensed powerful magic approaching behind them, and turned around to look. Sandra did the same, and saw a fireball approaching from behind. She sent a ball towards it, which would absorb all the magic, and explode.
This didn't, however, stop a barrage of spikes from hitting Sandra's underside. Corenu began healing straight away. He finished by the time Sandra had taken a sharp corner around some sort of tower.
Halin issued another set of instructions. Sandra started to dive towards Strife again. Then Corenu took a pouch off of his neck which contained a magic stone. If anyone touched the stone, it would summon a variety of creatures around them. He threw the pouch forward, and then Patri used magic to pull the stone out of the bag and send it flying towards Strife, in an attempt to make him surrounded too heavily by monsters to avoid the dive.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2010 10:21:10 GMT -5
Nasue - Remains of Tabloid Town
The walk was taking a while. Nasue was trying not to focus too hard on her surroundings; even if she could not see the blackness, something in her mind knew that it was all around her. In fact, it was all that was around her - no life, no voices, no other people, nothing.
She shivered. This was just creepy. And familiar--
No. Don't go there. She shook her head. No time for that.
Why was she even here, anyway? If that blackness had taken over everything, then she should've been heading to where it was, and getting the hell off this world. Nasue could just find another one, and lay low for a while before escaping to yet another... and so her existence would continue.
Don't run away.
She paused mid-step. A faint hissing noise could be heard from beneath her feet.
Something caught the coati's eye. Looking up, she saw that the dots in the sky had now taken on shapes - they were hard to make out at the distance she was at, but some of them were moving. And, come to think of it, didn't one of them look like a ship?
...
Nasue's eyes went wide. Then she broke into a run.
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Kovaran - The Amazing Flying (only not) Building
Massive feet carrying roughly half a ton or more in weight rapidly struck the ground, then pushed themselves off, in rapid succession. Somehow they did not cracker the stone; perhaps this was just as well, as Kovaran Mokra was a very heavy man. Or lizard.
The sounds of battle were now close. Kicking one of his feet out, the Screaming Dragon skidded to a stop, leaving a groove in the floor. For one moment he listened, for the source of the noises. Nodding, he then walked over to a wall, behind which there was likely some sort of fight. He knew not what was going on, but if warriors of good were there--and on the other limb, if evil was there--
Something sounded from behind. He swiftly turned around, and saw that yes, there was something behind him: a... cloud. How odd. Unless it was a cloud that was forming into some sort of creature. Except it was not. Or was it?
Kovaran blinked, confused. Was this some sort of trick?
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Post by Strife on Apr 16, 2010 16:51:44 GMT -5
((Streets of Tabloid Town))
Sandra launched a ball of energy at Dark Sev. He collided with it head-on, resulting in a brief explosion that spread searing flames all around him in a ten meter radius. The impact also caused him to stop dead in his tracks. A decent chunk of his feathers were knocked off, revealing part of his skeletal interior.
Dark Sev shrieked and began to fly around Sandra's party in a loose circle. While doing so, he periodically spit fireballs at them, aiming them so that if they missed, they would hit the ground and melt into the rocky streets below.
By the time Sandra took a sharp turn around a dilapidated tower, her wounds had been healed by one of her passengers. Meanwhile, another passenger sent a magical stone soaring through the air in Strife's direction.
Strife easily sensed the stone and teleport-dashed to the opposite side of his opponent before it even hit the ground. He continued to teleport-dash up the side of another tower and abruptly stopped near the top, clinging to the side of the wall like a spider. As his charred eye sockets peered out towards the horizon, he spotted Sandra and Dark Sev as they flew around each other.
Judging by his opponent's tactics, he didn't believe them to be capable of either incredible speed, like himself, or teleportation abilities, like Dark Sev. If he could unleash the right amount of power and force at just the right time, he could very well kill everyone on the ground with a literal wave of his hand.
Strife looked up at the giant mass of stone floating above him. Keeping himself attacked to the side of the tower, he raised his hand towards the clouds while slowly and silently letting his psionic grip of the city hall fade.
As this happened, the city hall itself began to shake with the intensity of an earthquake. A few of the damaged wall segments toppled over and smashed into the ground, scattering rocks and dust everywhere.
Strife focused his gaze on Sandra and her group. He could have made the city hall start falling by now, but he waited and continued to shake it instead. He'd use it as a threat towards his foes - leave or become red street paint.
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Post by Huntress on Apr 19, 2010 14:41:11 GMT -5
((City hall))
Stuff was happening. People were talking. Kassandra should've been listening, but her splitting headache had returned all of a sudden. She'd been trying to ignore it, standing quietly and nonchalantly on the sidelines while only her white knuckles on the hand that gripped her sword showed that something was wrong, but this wasn't a simple oh-dear-my-poor-head type of headache, which the average Sue only ever got when she wanted to swoon in someone's arms. A Sue never actually got headaches. Unless, and this was a big unless, her world was falling apart.
The NTWF was a story-world, one powered by narrative laws, which was what enabled Sues to live in it in the first place. Usually it was a very stable place because stories are very, very hard to change. They roll on their own and bend the universe around them, not the other way around. A world like this is a very safe place for a Sue. Normally.
For the first time in ages, she was scared. And in pain, which didn't make it any easier.
"You idiots," she muttered under her breath, leaning against the wall in a desperate attempt to stay up. "Can't you see what's happening?"
There was at least one abovementioned idiot, however, who was constantly keeping a keen eye on Kassandra, aka the Sue who'd sworn revenge on Hunty and was now conveniently in the same room with her, in the shadows and more or less behind the captain's back. Bloody Mary, whose head had been spinning around constantly for the last minutes, caught himself thinking grimly that he should really get paid for all this. He patted Hunty on the neck and pointed at the elf-sue as the captain turned her head.
"You okay?" she asked with a confused scowl. Kassandra, now dizzy with the pain and powerless rage at the incompetence of everyone around her, hissed something incomprehensible and squatted down slowly.
Despite what Bloody Mary tended to think, Hunty still had a pretty good sense of self-preservation. She edged slowly towards the Sue who was now breathing erratically. The elf's story cocoon seemed to have reverted into a tight, inch-thick nest that was wrapped so closely around Kassandra that when the captain squatted down in front of her, she didn't feel any brain-twisting sue-vibes at all. She was mildly surprised to find that seen with the unclouded eye, the Sue was still pretty, if somewhat plasticy and a little too perfect to actually be charming. And the hazy look she shot at Hunty from behind the silvery bangs was far from charming.
"You... can't notice that, can you?" she asked hoarsely.
"Notice what?" Hunty looked rather puzzled. Was this some kind of a tricky move of the Sue or was she in some kind of trouble? The Sue hazarded another look at her, then shook her head in pity, managed something like a crooked smile and leaned her back against the wall.
"Ripping... from the seams," she said, or rather breathed. "Too... weak. All those... people missing, you can't... see them, can you? You act as if... they were still... there. And the Underdeep? Why does it... do what it does? What does it... gain from all this? It's human-based... like the Horsemen... it needs humans to survive... why does it turn you into stone and... pit you against each other? If you die... it dies. Why is it... stupid?"
Hunty and Bloody Mary exchanged a glance. The captain was tempted to make a comment involving the word 'delirious', but something in the meepit's eyes held her back. Bloody Mary was by no means a demon expert, but he was a logical thinker. He was biting his lip.
At that point, the earthquake hit. Kassandra slumped forward to avoid her head getting hit against the wall as her face developed a slightly confused scowl on top of the pained expression. Hunty backed up a bit and shot a glance at everyone else.
"Really, how about we just get lost now? The ship's in and there's no telling how long this city hall still stays afloat, and-"
"If he wanted everyone... in here dead," Kassandra's voice sounded muffled now from behind her hair, "he'd have... let this place fall... as soon as you got in. Why... hasn't he done that?"
"Okay, creepy chick, let's get a move on," Hunty said sternly, heaving the elf up. "I'm a pirate. We're not into existentialism. We have an enemy, we aim to deal with it here and now, everything else is just a waste of perfectly good thoughts as of now."
"You're taking her along?" Bloody Mary asked, clinging to her shirt.
"Probably stupid, yes, but I'm not the type to just leave her here like this," the captain bit, staggering into the open doorway. She whistled. "Up here, girl!"
Far below them, black coils of mist curled out expectantly. Bloody Mary's eyes widened.
"Hey, you're not going toooaaaaauuuuuugh!"
As far as landings go, dropping into the White Weewoo's mistcushion wasn't really particularly bad. It caught all three of them like an airbag, let them sink through to the deck to reduce the speed of the fall and then remained whirling in vague confusion around Kassandra's sprawled-out figure on the deck, unable to understand why it appeared to be a stranger and a friend at the same time, while Hunty sprung up and galloped off to the bridge.
"Once everyone's on board, we're setting off and going to destroy that thing, and then see about the rest of the world," she said somewhat absently, trying to fight off the nagging feeling Kassandra's first words had given her. People missing? Nobody was missing, right? She couldn't have forgotten about anyone, right?
Eh, never mind this. She turned to look at the shapeless hulk that now loomed very nearly in the harbor and closed in slowly. The Underdeep. She should've been scared but another, more pressing thought now shoved the previous one aside and settled in smugly.
"Really, what is powering this thing?"
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Post by Zylaa on Apr 21, 2010 23:53:36 GMT -5
((City Hall))
Honestly, there had been an awful lot of scary things in the past day. Strife's attack on the ship, the laser attack on the spaceship, the fight in Merpo's late basement. But there had been nothing quite as unnerving as seeing a Sue hunched over and ill. Zylaa realized, as she leaned closer to help, that her thought of poor girl was entirely her own.
And now the crazy Sue was making a crazy monologue... and a desperate one, which was a far cry from anything Zylaa'd heard before from the Sue. Zylaa processed this as Hunty and Bloody Mary talked. She's right... why is the Underdeep killing off everyone? Makes no sense. It needs us. Irrational. Unless we feared total world destruction? She continued thinking about this, so deep in thought that she didn't notice until they leaped that Hunty was carrying Kassandra onto the Weewoo. Zylaa leapt right after them, landing gently with the aid of the mistcushion.
"Really, what is powering this thing?"
"Maybe it's like a fear feedback loop?" Zylaa offered. "I mean, we have no idea what Merpo did with it, and maybe the Underdeep was... well, delicately balanced. It's like an atomic bomb-- only takes a single neutron slip and boom, few hundred thousand dead." Zylaa conveniently gained knowledge of atomic bombs and how they work for the duration of that metaphor. "We fear an ultimate destructive force, then as it tears us up we fear that more and more." She looked off into the distance, trying and failing to watch the approaching cloud of doom without any fear. "Seems reasonable enough as anything ever is around here. Let's go kill this thing, shall we?"
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Post by Draco on Apr 22, 2010 0:26:53 GMT -5
((The No Longer Floating City Hall, which during this post is still floating for the first part of the post... Yep... I killed my title.))
Draco paces back and forth, waiting for his victim to fall through the portal when he gets a odd feeling. He stumbles for a moment before catching his balance.
"Why do I feel like I'm falling?"
He rushes to the window, and notices that he is indeed falling.
"Strife... What are you planning?"
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Gil continues to slash at the nightmare creatures piling on top of Gelquie.
"This looks like there is no end to them. They want her."
The Draco Clone laughs, a small flame appear in the hole created by the arrow.
"Just give up steam boy. There's no way to save her under all of those creatures, and she's all ready half way through my portal."
The building shakes as it begins to fall.
The clone stumbles a little, much like the real Draco did, and regains his balance. Smiling he begins to walk towards Lupe Hunter and Toshiro, who is going in and out of consciousness. The flame slowly growing larger.
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<<The Outskirts of Tabloid Town, in the air>>
The Nameless Ship slowly flies into Tabloid Town's airspace.
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Post by Jina on Apr 22, 2010 18:22:42 GMT -5
City Hall
"I am simply a messenger for Draco. And in case you think I am dangerous, I am harmless. I think it's made of rubber... So I can just annoy... Anyways, I'm off to deliver the message."
"Hey, don't poke people, that's mean!" said Jina. However, Draco had already dissapeared, so she was shouting at air.
Owen looked at her oddly for a second, then remembered he was supposed to be charming the beautiful lady. He put his smile back on, and turned around to- wait, no, lose the smile, she doesn't look happy.
"You... can't notice that, can you?"
The beautiful woman- seriously, what's her name?- continued with some sort of delirious rant. Then, the building started shaking and Hunty dragged her away.
Hey, don't interrupt just as I'm about to start consoling her in a flirtatious way! He ran after them. This was shortly followed by a Wile E. Coyote moment when he realised he'd just run off the edge of a building. But, the Weewoo was below him, so that was okay.
Jina followed suit. However, she jumped a little too far- Ow, that's my nose, and ended up sliding a short way down the mast. She landed, did a slightly dizzy turn, and completely ignored the fact that Owen appeared to be losing a wrestling match with the mist.
"Really, what is powering this thing?"
"Maybe it's running off of cosmic radiation that's falling through a wormhole."
"Maybe it's like a fear feedback loop? I mean, we have no idea what Merpo did with it, and maybe the Underdeep was... well, delicately balanced. It's like an atomic bomb-- only takes a single neutron slip and boom, few hundred thousand dead. We fear an ultimate destructive force, then as it tears us up we fear that more and more."
"Oh. Yeah. Actually, that sounds more likely. Let's go with that." Jina stopped and pondered for a minute. "...Yay, this is the bit with FIRE. I'm tempted to say equals D there, for some reason. But. Can we burn things now?"
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Post by Ian Wolf-Park on Apr 22, 2010 18:37:38 GMT -5
Strife's Manor
Lupehunter wasn't too happy when the building shook and fell a bit as it distracted him momentarily from his healing. To make matters worse, Draco was heading towards him and the semi conscious Toshiro. Lupehunter knew that he had to keep on trying, although he was starting to become exhausted from using his energy healing the wounded ninja. Fortunately, if there was one good thing about the current situation, it was the fact Draco was still oblivious that he was on fire and that Toshiro's wounds were starting to heal.
"Hang in there just a little bit longer, Toshiro, you can make it," he told the ninja, ignoring Draco.
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Post by Gelquie on Apr 24, 2010 18:05:51 GMT -5
Gelquie didn't know what to feel at the moment. Her illusion seemed to be working; there were a few less creatures piling on top of her. But she still had a swarm of the real creatures to worry about. She felt herself being pushed down further, the portal now up to the middle of her stomach. It also seemed to be getting wider, to the point where she could eventually not hold on.
From what she could hear over the chitter of the creatures, there was at least one person trying to save her, but the others seemed to be preoccupied. In fact, they all sounded like they were preoccupied with different things; one she wasn't sure about, one sounded like he was dying, one seemed to be helping the dying one, and one was attacking the creatures. If Gelquie could've shaken her head, she would've; this was not working. And if she was going to go through... she may as well get it over with. At least then, she would know exactly when she would go through. A firm look appeared on her face as she looked down at the portal.
"Nevermind," she said, trying to keep her voice just at the volume so that only Gil could hear her. Then she dispelled her illusions, took a breath, and prepared her spell as she pushed herself all the way through the portal.
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There was a moment of pure darkness as she passed through. As soon as her eyes caught hint of a different place and her destination, she cast her spell. She was only in the air for a second as she saw her enemy on the other side of the room, staring out the window. But she knew her landing would attract his attention. But it didn't matter...
Four feet hit the ground, all of them slightly stumbling before standing up straight. Gelquie glared at her attacker... And so did the double she summoned. The double seemed to mimic Gelquie's actions, and was completely identical to the mage. They stood side by side, with no visible hint as to which girl was real.
In all honesty, Gelquie wasn't sure if she was going to survive. A part of her wished that she had more people with her... But that opportunity had passed. She had to do what she had to do... alone. But she wasn't going to go quietly; all thoughts of fatigue and headache had completely disappeared from her mind, and she readied herself for an attack.
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Post by Ikkin on Apr 26, 2010 13:58:18 GMT -5
The staredown between Sev and Strife only took a few moments, but it felt like ages. Seeing Ikkin so broken might have put Sev into shock, if his emotions were closer to those of a normal person - as it was, the emotion keeping him in place was an anger so strong that it drove all thoughts from his mind.
It took every bit of control he had to keep him from flying at Strife, setting everything ablaze within a mile radius. But there still seemed to be some movement from Ikkin, and he couldn't do that to her, even if he could fix it just as easily.
Besides, if he killed Strife, who knew what would happen to the floating City Hall? Ikkin wouldn't be happy if he accidentally got her friends killed, either...
Fortunately, some other bird appeared out of the sky to attack Strife, which gave Sev the time he needed to see what he could do for Ikkin.
As he came closer, he realized that, while she was definitely unconscious, she wasn't dead yet. This was actually somewhat inconvenient, ironically - it took much less time to replace a broken body than fix it, but he never felt comfortable killing someone to fix non-fatal injuries, especially when it was Ikkin.
He did have some time though, thanks to the new fighters, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to try to fix Ikkin up the less-violent way. He could always do it the other way if it looked like he was going to get interrupted.
He sighed as he looked down at Ikkin, preparing himself to heal her. Sometimes, he thought, it would be a lot easier if he could cry as easily as humans could...
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Post by Strife on Apr 27, 2010 2:26:05 GMT -5
Sandra and her party weren't getting the hint to leave. While it irritated Strife that he'd have to waste his current base of operations, this group of daring fighters were becoming highly annoying. Besides, he'd only need a portion of the fortress to do the job. With that in mind, he began to split the fortress into two halves.
A giant crack burst out of the floor at the edge of the city hall and quickly snaked forward, dividing the structure straight down the middle. As the split was at a diagonal to the city hall, it also split a decent number of the walls, causing several more of them to tumble over and crash to the floor in a pile of dust and rocks. Some of the petrified citizens also toppled over, shattering upon impact.
Once the building was divided, Strife released his psionic grip on the left half - which included, among other things, the main entrance and lobby area. The entire left side accelerated its descent towards the ground, dropping from the sky at an alarming speed. Strife kept himself clinging to the side of the building he was on, as he was at a safe enough distance to teleport-dash away if the collateral damage was too high.
The shadow beneath the falling structure grew smaller and darker as it approached the ground, until finally, it smashed into the city streets below. The impact sent a thick shockwave of dust and debris spreading out from the center, which tore apart any of the already badly damaged structures in its path. The shockwave would continue to travel for about half a mile before dissipating, though by the time it reached Sev and Ikkin's location, it only clouded their surrounding with dust and probably wouldn't cause any noticeable injury. ((Jina, it's up to you whether or not your characters avoid this, or the fall.))
About one second before the impact, Dark Sev appeared next to Strife through his signature vortex of energy and hovered by his side as he witnessed the impact. To both of their relief, they didn't even need to move from their spot. Strife himself was almost certain that the crash would have killed those annoying adventurers, but knowing his luck, it was anybody's guess.
In any case, he was now free to focus his attention elsewhere. Looking up, he spotted the large ship hovering in the sky beside the remaining half of the city hall. They could only be foes.
After careful concentration, Strife started pushing the second half of the city hall towards the pirate ship, hoping to smash it into its side and disable its ability to fly. Meanwhile, he subconsciously ordered his feathered minion to distract Sev.
A vortex appeared behind and slightly above Sev, and his evil counterpart leaped out of it.
"Boo," he squawked mockingly, and spit a high-pressured jet of flame from his beak while allowing the force of the attack to push him backwards.
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Post by Draco on Apr 27, 2010 3:41:05 GMT -5
<<A Room With A View (of death?)>>
Draco turns around at the sound of his victim joining him. To his surprise there were two of them.
"Kukuku. Twins? Are you going to fight me that way? That seems unfair. But who am I to decide what is fair."
He holds a kunai in each hand and begins to walk towards the two girls. That is about the time the room shakes violently from being torn apart from the rest of the building.
"He dropped it. He dropped it with me still in here!"
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<<Other Room, with the other party>>
The pile of nightmare creatures covering Gelquie collapses, and the creatures disperse as quickly as they came.
"Well it would seem my job is done. The package has been delivered."
He stands in front of Lupehunter, his body now in flames. He looks down at the body and back at Lupehunter.
"Oh bother."
The rest of his body bursts into flames as he runs around the room. At that moment the building shakes violently from being split in half.
((Someone else can decide if this room is on the falling half))
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<<Back to the falling room>>
"Maybe I can kill her before we crash and save myself. Or perhaps I can leave her to die in the fall while I escape. I still have time to escape! NO! You can't just leave her! Who says? It's really simple. It is simple. It also has no honor."
One of Underdeep!Draco's hands twitches, dropping the kunai it was holding.
"Teh."
The room grows dark for a few moments as nightmare creatures swarm the room, surrounding the two completely.
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The half of the building hits the ground. The room in which Draco and Gelquie are in is rubble. Nothing could survive the impact in the room, being on the lowest floor of the building. Even if by a miracle someone could survive, the rubble would have crushed them for sure.
Two large black lumps shake, and almost seem to ooze out of the rubble onto a more stable area of the fallen building. The black shapes begin to disperse as nightmare creatures leave it and dissolve. Soon only three figures remain, the two Gelquie's and Draco.
Draco sits up and shakes his head. Then moves the hand that was twitching earlier.
"Teh... What a nuisance."
He looks over at the two Gelquie's.
"Thank interference for being unharmed from the crash. However, don't expect it to happen again. This time, I am going to kill you."
He stands up and rearms himself ready to attack.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2010 6:49:47 GMT -5
Kovaran - From floating building to being reacquainted with THE GROUND! (And this is probably the last time I'll use these location thingers for the RP, since I won't need them after this post. Maybe. I dunno.)First the building shook. Kovaran stumbled, slamming his hand into a nearby wall to stop himself from falling sideways. It worked; he only fell forwards, landing forcefully on his knees and other hand. He could see a crack er in the floor, and that it was growing rapidly. Once the shaking did cease, he prepared to push himself to his feet - and then there was a noise. The cloud ahead of him had now vanished. Instead, there were mouths with large teeth and legs. As they approached, it was clear that they had bodies as well, but they were mostly mouths with sharp teeth. And judging from the way they snapped their jaws, they seemed to be threatening to attack. The komodo dragon grunted. So evil was here as well, outside that room as well as in it. If they wished for his blood, then they would have to fight his flesh and steel. Let them aim at taking his life! He was no simple opponent! One of the creatures charged--and then was suddenly stopped and thrown back, crashing into another with enough force to send the both of them into the floor. Kovaran had headbutted it; now he sailed forward, curling into a roll and slamming his foot into the head of a third. Momentum sent this one downward as well. He landed on his feet, hearing a crunch beneath him, and grabbed the head of a fourth. The shaking resumed. This time it was even more violent; the creatures vanished with abruptness, leaving him to stand on a floor which was increasingly damaged. Balance disrupted, he tried to focus on the immediate location. Shafts of light were appearing in the distance - and then becoming one shaft of light, emerging from a crack er. A very large crack er. Kovaran swore loudly. What was he going to do?! Some being, or some object, was ripping this building apart. It was likely to collapse - if anyone was in here, they would doubtless be in danger. He was in danger, as well. If he were to perish, how could he champion the true cause? The NTWF needed a hero, someone to uphold honour and fight for the greater good. He had chosen to do this, as his family would not... ...but would it not have been more noble for a hero to give their life for the cause? A true hero would have gladly endured a sacrifice for the sake of other beings. For the sake of the greater good. Was this concern for his own life selfish? The halves of the building were pulled apart. A piece of rubble fell on Kovaran's head, knocking him out of his state and into a new one. With a grunt, he turned to look at the wall of the room nearby. Then he turned back to the sight of the widening gap, and of the other half of the building rapidly moving away. Taking a breath, he turned his back to the gap-- --before whirling around and breaking into a run. With rapid speed he closed the distance between the room and the end of the floor, and at the edge he jumped. The reptile sailed upwards, slowly spinning, before reaching the high point of the arc. Then he began to plummet to the ground far below, the wind screaming in his ears all the while. Roughly at the same time as half of the former city hall crashed into the ground, releasing massive shockwaves and much debris, something much smaller landed with force that, while considerably lesser than half of a building, was still impressive. It left a long, deep crack in the earth. At the centre of this crack was Zankantou, embedded in the ground up to the hilt. And standing on the hilt, with one foot on the grip, was Kovaran Mokra, the Screaming Dragon. As the dust began to settle, he let out a roar worthy of his title, and of his ancestors. It was loud - people from a long, long way off would hear him. And people nearby would hear him, too; there was no doubting that. -- And meanwhile, Nasue was not very happy about the attention that Kovaran was getting, and promptly thwacked her roleplayer. Ow. 
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Post by Zylaa on Apr 27, 2010 15:32:34 GMT -5
((The White Weewoo))
"...Yay, this is the bit with FIRE. I'm tempted to say equals D there, for some reason. But. Can we burn things now?"
"One can only hope," Zylaa began, when she heard a really, really loud crack. She glanced back at the city hall and watched, her mouth falling open in awe, as half of the building began to topple towards the ground. Let's hope all the good guys survived that, she thought as she watched the shockwave tear through the town.
About then, she noticed that half of the city hall was still very much in the air. And very, very close. And any force that could keep a building still in the air could quite easily move it...
She gulped and placed a hand on the Weewoo's railing. Taking the wheel was somewhat unnecessary in these situations; the ship had flown to them on her own, for one. She was intelligent. But Zylaa was never sure quite how much she could sense. "Move it, girl," she said as she patted the railing, trying to keep her voice steady, "unless I'm mistaken, we're about to be under attack."
The Weewoo began to glide away just as the city hall half began to move. "Thiiiiis seems promising," she said. "Cap'n, I know the Weewoo's smart, but should we take the wheel just in case?"
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Post by Huntress on Apr 27, 2010 18:58:25 GMT -5
((In the ship on the rooftops. These roleplays really take us to the oddest of locations.))
"Seems reasonable enough as anything ever is around here. Let's go kill this thing, shall we?"
"Gladly," Hunty said with a faint grin, now up on the bridge that offered a nice clear view on the entire deck in front of her, thanks to the Weewoo who had reefed her lower sails as she landed. She could see Owen struggle with the mist and her grin got wider. Thassa good girl, still making a difference between crew and non-crew. She patted the railing that divided the bridge from the deck below. "Let him be, he's cool... for now."
As the mist let Owen go, the captain's attention turned to yet another figure who dropped out of the shaky city hall and toppled towards the ship, colorful skirts billowing all around her. Zagora landed in the mistcushion somewhat primly, and to Hunty's mild surprise, the mist instantly pinned her in place as well.
"Well, that's reassuring," she muttered to herself. The voodoo witch was their ally, but it would've been far too unnerving to know that she could overpower the ship's demonic sentinence. "Let her go, girl. Doesn't look like we're getting any more people from that city hall, might as well-"
The city hall cracked in half. Hunty stared.
"Well, bugger."
And one of the halves was starting to fall on the ship. Double bugger.
"Cap'n, I know the Weewoo's smart, but should we take the wheel just in case?" Zylaa called. Hunty shot a concerned glance at the ship's wheel. While most of the deck remained untouched by the demonic transformation, the Weewoo had apparently decided that her command center needs to look as intimidating as possible, so the wheel was currently a black star of long sharp thorns. It'd be all too easy to impale herself on this upon impact. But the weasel-girl was right, so she leaped aside and grabbed the wheel.
"The problem with this ship is that she only really reacts when something directly attacks her," she said grimly. "Impending doom isn't part of her vocabulary. Move already!"
The wheen spun. The ship, already in motion, picked up speed a bit. She was still lodged between the turrets and rooftops of this part of the city, so she didn't so much glide than roll along on a cushion of mist like the world's most old-fashioned-looking hovercraft. This, however, also meant that there was no mist left to protect the ship from above, so the captain eyed the approaching chunk of the house with increasing concern.
But there was a big stone tower, probably an old watchtower of the former city wall from the times when the city was much smaller, jutting out of the sea of rooftiles around them. The ship scooched around it like a cuttlefish, possibly solely because it got in the way rather than due to any sense of self-preservation, and the city hall crashed into the tower instead.
The Weewoo continued on its cuttlefishy path along the stony sea of the rooftops while some of the nearby weasels started to hum the Mission Impossible theme, largely because your friendly local cap'n isn't above minor godmoding when she's writing a post at half past two in the morning while high on chocolate. I'm sorry, where was I?
Hunty craned her neck to see ahead, or rather aside because the ship was now moving more or less diagonally, maneuvering her way past smaller towers that way. It was a good thing that the city was built so full of houses; even though the ship's hull moved over several streets, none of them were wide enough to let it fall. At least it looked like there weren't any big obstacles on this path, so she focused on the battle-matters again.
"Alright, gentlemen, get downstairs and ready the starboard cannons. Bonus points if you figure out a way to shoot burning cannonballs. As soon as that underdeep-beast is within range, fire all. In fact, as soon as anything at all is within range, fire all. Remember, there's no kill like overkill."
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