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| Unexplainable Things; Take 5... | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 26 2006, 03:18 PM (26,695 Views) | |
| Shau | Nov 26 2006, 03:18 PM Post #1 |
Hell's very own St. Peters. / BANANA PHONE
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As the Agency and Silverfang made their attempts to interrogate Shau, they ran into many difficulties. For one, it was obvious right from the start that the assassin would never willingly reveal the launch codes: Thusly, it becamse similarly obvious that obtaining the information directly from his mind would be the only course of action. However, upon trying to utilize a truth spell, it was discovered that Shau's cybernetic brain was innately resistant to mind-affecting spells and effects, transmuting them into pain as a sort of double-edged defense. While intitially stumped, Simon conceived a plan: Re-create a digital copy of Shau's brain using a complicated piece of machinery and utilize an assembly hack to decode his brainwaves. All was seeming to work..... Kara Mious successfully determined the location of the DCA base responsible for raising cult family members using the vision ripped from Inquisitor Blackmoore's mind by Candy. At the same time, Jessica and Angie's plan of causing a mass evacuation of the IRS building had begun to work. Jessica had her spybot start a small fire, while she pulled a fire alarm and pickpocketed a set of keys. Angie, during this time, had commandeered a fire truck. Meanwhile, it was revealed that a month prior to the events of the story, a young Paladin had fallen from grace and been contacted by Jergal. Jergal succeeded in convincing the fallen paladin into serving him in return for resurrecting his acquaintance, Katerine, should he successfully help the DCA in accomplishing their goals. ----- :: DCA Headquarters, a nervous Blackmoore is urgently rushing through a cryptic vestibule. She comes upon a grand set of doors at the end. Slowly creeking it open, a grand arcane sanctum comes into view. A large pentagram is engraved on a large raised platform about 1 foot high. In the middle sits a demonic altar, the bloodied bones of a sacrafice still laying neatly atop. Blackmoore stands before the altar, slicing her wrist with a ceremonial dagger and bleeding a series of satanic runes across the pentagram. Finally, she places some of her blood upon a receptacle sitting atop the altar. Falling to her knees, she begins to chant in an unknown demonic tongue. Magical energy begins to flare and swirl and the pentagram lights up red. THen, across the sanctum, hovering over what appears to be a stage of some sort, a large burst of energy streaks down from the sky, and the visage of Jergal materializes. Gazing upon the entity with awe and fear, Blackmoore speaks with a shaken tone. :: Blackmoore: Jergal...you have called, and I have answered obediently. Jergal: Indeed you have, servant. I have a new minion I am specifically placing under your command. :: Jergal conjures an image of Larson. :: Jergal: This paladin recently repudiated the light. However, there's more than just that. This paladin had a woman he looked upon fondly, whom he had failed to protect. Her name is Katerine. Blackmoore: Very similar to my name..... Jergal: I trust you already know what I have planned for you. Blackmoore: You wish for me to emulate this girl and corrupt this paladin beyond any hope of redemption....? Jergal: Correct. Blackmoore: It shall be done, Jergal. Where is he located? :: Jergal transmits to Blackmoore's mind the location of the building. :: Jergal: Do as I demand, servant. Blackmoore: Yes, Jergal. :: With those words, the entity vanishes. Smirking, Blackmoore raises to her feat. :: Blackmoore: Toying with the emotions of a heart-stricken young man? I couldn't have asked for a better assignment... ----- :: A few moments later, an aloof Swordie is hovering through the complex's hallways, cheerfully humming to himself. :: Swordie: (Thinking) I wonder if her correspondance went well... :: Approaching a door, Swordie raps upon it with his telekinesis. :: Blackmoore: Come in... :: Creeking open the door, Blackmoore can be seen delighting in beautifying herself, humming the same tune Swordie had been just moments before. Rather than her usual glorious robes and dresses, she is dressed rather modestly, with a simple hairstyle. :: Swordie: That's a bit different. Blackmoore: Mmm.... Swordie: Soo....it went well? Blackmoore: Jergal gave me some fallen paladin as my new pet...hehehe... Swordie: Oh? Really? Blackmoore: Yes....he had a sweetheart, too... Swordie: Oh, you're going to seduce him aren't you? Dressing up like his love interest? :: Blackmoore wiggles her butt at the psion, giving him a sultry look. :: Swordie: Such a temptress! Blackmoore: Feeling left out? Maybe you could help me get warmed up... :: Hiding his blushing face, Swordie nervously laughs. :: Swordie: (Thinking) Oh gosh, what to say...what to say!! :: Giggling, Blackmoore places her hand on Swordie's cheek and smiles. :: Blackmoore: Don't look so troubled, I was just messing with you. Swordie: I...uh....so....where is the new servant? Heh heh... Blackmoore: Some derelict building nearby....care to join me? :: Revieved, Swordie's face lights up as he hears the words he had wanted to hear. :: Swordie: I Would love to, Katie. :: With a wink, Blackmoore offers her arm to the psion, and the two exit with their arms locked. :: ----- :: Inside of a nearby training room, a team of magicians can be seen practicing their squad formations. Blackmoore and Swordie enter into the room and address what appears to be the squad's leader. The magi kneels before the two and speaks with a respectful tone. :: Faustus: Priestess, Partitioner. How may I serve? Blackmoore: I'm taking you along on a field test of sorts. See, I have recently acquired a new servant, and I need you to give HIM a field test. Faustus: I see. Blackmoore: Delegate training duties to your brother, and prepare yourself for combat. Report back to me in fifteen minutes. Is that understood? Faustus: Yes, Priestess. :: Standing up, the magi speaks to his brother nearby. :: Faustus: Brother, I have a special duty to perform, I need you to take over. Brother: Oh? What assholes you been sniffing lately? Faustus: Gonna test out a new recruit. Dunno how long it'll be, so prepare to take over for the rest of the session, right? Brother: Gotcha. :: With that, Faustus goes off to prepare. :: Swordie: That Faustus shows a lot of potential. Blackmoore: He does. I've been watching him lately, I'm very interested to see how he'll do against this new recruit. ----- :: Fifteen minutes later, on the dot, Faustus arrives before the duo, ready for deployment. :: Faustus: I am ready. Shall we go? :: Blackmoore intiates the GATE sequence, and the three begin to sequence spells. Inside of the derelict building, Larson would see leaves and parchments begin to fly about as the fiery gate sequence appears before him. Upon arrival, Swordie immediately performs a psychic scan of the area. :: Swordie: (Encrypted Telepathy) It's safe. :: Satisfied, the three break casting and Blackmoore approaches Larson, garbed and dressed up to appear similar to Katerine. :: Blackmoore: Death Cult Armageddon. |
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| Aurondarklord | Nov 26 2006, 06:06 PM Post #2 |
Zod Kneels Before ME!
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Kara: alright, who here besides Vicky is capable of becoming intangible or something that would otherwise allow them to slip past AA fire unharmed? |
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Daidai: Burn honey, burn, let the fire eat away says: I find the concept of an all-loving God that made us in his image a bit hard to swallow, because every time you give a person a sim game they will invariably use it to torment the very ones they've been assigned to look over | |
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| Evasto | Nov 26 2006, 06:32 PM Post #3 |
The Bot Stops Here
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Mizuki: Umm....I dun think any of us can do somethin' like that. Nariko: I sort of can, but its not very reliable. I haven't had much practice with phasing, and I'd especially have trouble with managing it when under fire due to how much I need to concentrate if I want to do it. |
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| Aurondarklord | Nov 26 2006, 06:54 PM Post #4 |
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Zod Kneels Before ME!
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Kara: I'm hesitant to send Vicky down as the first wave of that attack alone, but it looks like I have no choice. alright, here's how it'll go. everyone who can't fly on their own, suit up with jetboots. *Kara points to several pairs of jetboots she'd gotten out for the group.* Kara: we all do a simultaneous jump, Vicky obviously will reach the ground first since she doesn't have to avoid fire, her job is to disable and destroy any ariel defenses, so the rest of us can make an easy landing around the living quarters. from that point, primary mission objective becomes to secure as many of the children as possible. secondary mission objective is to secure any computer systems or data that may be available to us, and capture any high ranking DCA personell. beyond that, deal with resistance as each of you sees fit, but remember that these children are not necessarily harmless, they have been indoctrinated by the DCA for varying lengths of time and may resist rescue. you are NOT to use deadly force against them, as we need them alive. also, beware that the DCA may try to terminate them before they can be captured, and consider any of them we secure under constant suicide risk, I don't want these kids drinking the cool aid on my watch, if you know what I mean. everybody got it? -------------- *meanwhile, at the IRS building, Angie dismounted from her fire truck, dressed as a fire fighter, and waited for the others to do the same.* |
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Daidai: Burn honey, burn, let the fire eat away says: I find the concept of an all-loving God that made us in his image a bit hard to swallow, because every time you give a person a sim game they will invariably use it to torment the very ones they've been assigned to look over | |
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| Stu | Nov 26 2006, 07:13 PM Post #5 |
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Victoria: Got it. Woodrake: Understood. |
 Aurondarklord--You Are Terminated says: OKAY, THERE YOU HAVE IT! I ADMITTED BEING WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING!!! PRINT IT OUT AND HAVE IT FUCKING FRAMED!! | |
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| Evasto | Nov 26 2006, 07:26 PM Post #6 |
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Mizuki: Loud and clear *Alexandra and Sakura nod affirmitvely* ----------- *Naomi, Eb, and Garnet dismount the truck, dressed as firefighters as well (predictably) before joining Angie* |
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| Aurondarklord | Nov 26 2006, 07:58 PM Post #7 |
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Zod Kneels Before ME!
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*Kara opened the fighter bay doors and Candy jumped out with a loud "YAHOOO!", spreading her demonic wings and flying off towards the cult stronghold, Ekorla and Kara soonafter joining her, Ekorla flying via her dragon wings and Kara by the rocketboosters in her boots.* Kara: we're going in hot, Candy keep that mind's eye of yours peeled for Swordie's psionic signature. Candy: roger that. Ekorla: jeez, obsess much? why would you actually WANT to fight him? Kara: we're going to have to eventually, might as well get it over with. Ekorla: come on, you're telling me there's nothing more to it than that? Kara: ...... -------- *Angie quickly headed over to one of the security guards to ask where the fire was before beckoning to the others and rushing into the building.* |
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Daidai: Burn honey, burn, let the fire eat away says: I find the concept of an all-loving God that made us in his image a bit hard to swallow, because every time you give a person a sim game they will invariably use it to torment the very ones they've been assigned to look over | |
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| Evasto | Nov 26 2006, 08:11 PM Post #8 |
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*Eb, Garnet and Naomi hurried after her, Garnet holding her firehat down as she ran* --------- *After getting their jetboots on, Mizuki, Sakura, Alexandra and Nariko followed Kara* |
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| Stu | Nov 26 2006, 08:19 PM Post #9 |
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*Vicky leaped out in her armour form, and dived down through the sky towards the complex, Woodrake following the others with his rocket boots activating* |
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Aurondarklord--You Are Terminated says: OKAY, THERE YOU HAVE IT! I ADMITTED BEING WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING!!! PRINT IT OUT AND HAVE IT FUCKING FRAMED!! | |
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| Shau | Nov 27 2006, 01:50 AM Post #10 |
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Hell's very own St. Peters. / BANANA PHONE
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----- Swordie: (Telepathic) It looks like they're coming. Shall I give them a nice welcoming gift? Blackmoore: (Telepathic) Yes! Go! Hurry! :: Blackmoore warps into an unknown location. She approaches a magical statue of Jergal and places her hand upon a crystal the statue is clasping, and instantly it channels a whole multitude of buffs onto her. :: Blackmoore's Buffs: Spell Resistance (Increases resistance to supernatural effects), Mind Blank (immunity to mind-affecting spells and affects), Empowered Spell Mantle (Absorbs a large amount of spell energy), Bull's Strength (Increases strength), Endurance (Increases fortitude), Magic Barrier, Ethereal visage (Makes the caster ethreal), True Seeing (Sees through illusions, magical darkness, etc.), Haste (increases agility), Energy Buffer (Absorbs a certain amount of elemental damage), Divine Power (increases strength), Protection Vs. Alignment: Good (Increases fortitude, immunity to mind-affecting spells and affects, and causes damage to anyone striking the caster if they are of good alignment), Mestil's Acid Sheath (Does acid damage to anyone striking the caster), Elemental Shield (50% resistance to cold and fire, deal fire damage to anyone striking the caster), Improved Invisiblity (Makes the caster invisible, caster does not re-appear when the caster performs an action), Reflect Magic (Reflects supernatural effects back at the caster). :: After having done this, Blackmoore begins speaking to a High Priest. :: High Priest Doaneth: Shall I sound the alarms? Blackmoore: YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY?!! Fool! Quickly, get everyone mobilized! High Priest Doaneth: Y-yes Inquisitor. :: The High Priest runs off, and soon enough alarms are being sounded throughout the entire base. Teachers, security guards, and other assorted officials begin rounding up the children. :: :: A mentor inside of a school room begins addressing his class. :: Mentor: Now remember what we practiced. We must quickly make haste to the shelter. Does everyone have their protection pill? Children: Yes, teacher. We're prepared. Mentor: Good, now go! Go! :: The Mentor begins leading the children outside and they start marching torwards the temple section. All throughout the compound, mentors and officials are doing this, rounding the children up. :: :: Elsewhere, inside the military wards (Part of the temple district), soldiers of various classes are preparing to repel the invaders. :: Cleric: Ok guys, lets look sharp! We've run simulations hundreds of times. :: Blackmoore walks in, looking rather flustered. :: Blackmoore: You idiots aren't ready either?! Form into squads of three teams! Each team on one enemy. Move it!! :: The various soldiers form into teams. :: Team Alpha: Alpha Warrior, Alpha Cleric, Alpha Rogue, Alpha Barbarian. Team Bravo: Bravo Warrior, Bravo Archer, Bravo Wizard, Bravo Cleric. Team Charlie: Charlie Blackguarde, Charlie Rogue, Charlie Druid, Charlie Bard. ----- :: Meanwhile, outside of the base, approximately 50 12-foot tall magical spires erupt from the ground, strategically located all throughout the base. They begin firing large spheres of explosive arcane energy (each about as powerful as cruise missile) which detonate in the air like AK-AK fire as they approach their targets. :: ----- :: In space, Swordie pulls out a small black capsule from his pocket and clasps it with one hand, and begins charging psi energy in the other. As he clasps the capsule, a massive amount of psi energy is suddenly transferred into his other palm as the top of the capsule opens up, apparently having contained the psi energy. Using his clairvoyance, he aims for the middle of the invader's formation and lets fire. Streaking down from the sky at sub-luminal velocities, a massive burst of psionic energy begins to fly unerringly torwards the group. :: ----- :: Jessica very carefully analyzes the keys she grabbed from the marshall to look for any tall-tale signs as to which door they go in. :: :: Meanwhile, the camspy looks for something nice and flammable to torch inside of the now-abandoned room. :: |
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| Aurondarklord | Nov 27 2006, 04:37 AM Post #11 |
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Kara: oh for the love of the Gods...you cannot be serious... Ekorla: where do they GET all this crap? Candy: bad guys r us. I'm going for Blackmoore, cover me! Kara: negative! your feud will have to wait. Vicky, clear a landing zone, Sakura, Jason, land ASAP and take down those air defenses so I can bomb the place from my ship. right now I can't get it within range to use its energy weapons and missiles would be shot down by the turrets. Nariko, Candy, intercept those kids, use mind control on them to make sure they don't drink the kool aid. Mizuki, Alex, cover the psions. Ekorla, Blackmoore and her minions are yours. I'm staying here to intercept Swordie. Candy: *sigh* affirmative. Ekorla: yum...I hope they have some more mages... *Ekorla roared loudly and morphed into dragon form, her frightful presence would have immediate effect on the crowds below, as she was certainly loud and large enough to been heard and seen from the ground. she used spell sequencers with each of her heads, all of them containing duplicates of the same single spell, 12 copies of anti-magic field, the copies overlapping and pushing each other outwards to create a much larger than normal (500 foot radius) anti-magic field around her, allowing her to fly towards the ground unaffected by the anti-air fire, as it was magical in nature and thus could not come near her. Candy hitched a ride on her back, motioning for the others to do the same, and Kara halted in the air, floating right in Swordie's path as he descended from orbit, drawing her splitbladed greatsword, The Reckoning, and her casting staff, the Staff of Seven Heavens, which provided her access to spells that made the ones she cast with only her ring seem like children's parlor tricks, from their dimensional pockets. she had positioned herself right in the path of the psionic energy beam that Swordie had fired towards the group so that her psi blockers would nullify it when it came close to her. meanwhile, the Freelancer rained ariel hell with its railguns, which had sufficient range and airspeed to be used from out of range of the AA guns, targetting the temple the children were heading to, specifically its entrance or entrances, to collapse it so they couldn't get in, as well as targetting the AA guns themselves.* ------------ *the camspy would find some stacks of papers laying around that would be quite flammable.* *Jessica would find the keys were color coded, white, black, red, green, blue, yellow, light grey, dark grey, magenta, cyan. all locks in the building were color coded the same. using the wrong key in a lock would trigger the alarm. but could she really be sure it was as simple as each key matching the door of the same color?* |
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Daidai: Burn honey, burn, let the fire eat away says: I find the concept of an all-loving God that made us in his image a bit hard to swallow, because every time you give a person a sim game they will invariably use it to torment the very ones they've been assigned to look over | |
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| Shard | Nov 27 2006, 07:51 AM Post #12 |
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I repeat, how long is this process of yours going to take? Are we talking a few minutes here or is this sort of waiting that requires copious amounts of reading materials? |
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| Stu | Nov 27 2006, 04:41 PM Post #13 |
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*Woodrake joins Candy on top of Ekorla and gets his rifle ready* Vicky: On it Kara! *Vicky summoned a lightning bolt to hit the mountains behind the temple's side, causing a mild landslide and sending a number of sizeable boulders rolling down the hill to hit a cluster of the turrets, hoping to create a blindspot for the others to land* |
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Aurondarklord--You Are Terminated says: OKAY, THERE YOU HAVE IT! I ADMITTED BEING WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING!!! PRINT IT OUT AND HAVE IT FUCKING FRAMED!! | |
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| Evasto | Nov 27 2006, 08:55 PM Post #14 |
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*Sakura, Mizuki, Nariko and Alexandra joined Woodrake and Candy on Ekorla's back. While there, Sakura unholsters her S&W Model 500 and unloads the cartridges, and replaces them with explosive cartridges. She then checks a couple pockets, before reholstering her revolver. In the meantime, Alexandra brings out one of her long-barreled brass revolvers and spins it, catching it by the barrel and holds it out to Nariko* Alexandra: Here, you may need this. Its a single action revolver so you're going to need to pull the hammer back to fire it. *Nariko takes it by the grip.* Nariko: Thanks. |
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| Shau | Nov 28 2006, 02:35 AM Post #15 |
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:: The landslide caused by Vicky has no effect, as any turrets simply slide back down into the ground as any rocks approach them before quickly springing back up. Same applied for the fire from Kara's ship. The temple, meanwhile, is revealed to have a significant magical barrier protecting it, as it becomes visible as it absorbs strikes. :: Blackmoore: (Communicator) Ugh....anti-magic fields.....switch them to tesla mode. I noticed that psion is back....already. Ugh! :: Blackmoore by now has made her way into her personal chambers and secured her staff, Absolute Holocaust. :: ----- :: Meanwhile, on the surface, the blue-glowing magical spires shift to a bright yellow, and suddenly, begin cackling with electricity, sending out powerful currents of electricity to zap and channel into targets. The staff and children are beginning to pour into the safety of the temple. :: ----- Blackmoore: (Communicator) Teams, are you ready to move out? Alpha Warrior+Bravo Warrior+Charlie Blackguarde: (Communicator) Yes, priestess. Blackmoore: (Communicator) I'll be there in just a moment, engage! :: The various teams begin casting their various buffs. The divine and arcane spellcasters provide resist elements and protection from alignment: good. The barbarian goes into his rage, the rogues stealth, the Blackguarde puts up his anti-fear aura of courage. The arcane spellcasters put on their magic barriers. The divine and arcane spellcasters give strength buffs to the melee types and dexterity buffs to the rogue types and the archer, and finally willpower buffs to the casters. :: ----- :: Jessica thinks back to her experience with government buildings and thinks back to any possible connection. Meanwhile, she very carefully analyzes the locks again to look for any indication as to how it determines what the correct key is. :: ----- :: The camspy zaps the paper and sets it on fire. :: ----- :: Meanwhile, still in orbit, Swordie directs his blast into a sharp 90 degree turn, and begins to take a parabolic course around Kara and back torward it's target. Meanwhile, he starts to charge another blast... :: |
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| Paladin_Larson | Nov 28 2006, 02:45 AM Post #16 |
 
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===Reply to Shau's first post=== Larson remained sitting on the ground after the dragon's skull had left him alone. He had been thinking about what was said, and what had been done. His guilt, and shame at not being able to protect Katerine was strong enough to make him do anything to get a chance to save her again, including making a deal with the enemy - or their counterparts from another realm. He cursed himself for his dedication, and his weakness. "Forgive me mother," Larson whispered looking down. There was a strange sound, which started Larson and caused him to look up. In the space before him, he could see leaves and strange parchments starting to fly around randomly from an unknown source. Flames erupted from the leaves and parchments, and at the center of the flames stood three people. Two men, and a woman. The flames died down, and they exited. "All clear." One of the men said. As they exited, Larson rose to his feet and stood watching their approach. The two men looked somewhat battle hardened, and the woman... Larson froze. Could he be dreaming again? It couldn't be; it shouldn't be her but she looked so real to him. "Death Cult Armageddon." She said. "I don't believe my eyes," Larson uttered, taking several slow steps forward. "Katerine?" He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. |
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| Shau | Nov 28 2006, 02:59 AM Post #17 |
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:: Blackmoore's eyes narrow as she smirks to herself. :: Blackmoore: Close, young one....I am Katerina Blackmoore, High Priestess of Death Cult Armageddon. :: The temptress steps foward, looking him up and down. What could she be thinking? Something dirty, no doubt! :: Blackmoore: Are you okay? :: The priestess speaks with a comforting tone...Larson might find it supernaturally calming. :: |
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| Paladin_Larson | Nov 28 2006, 03:08 AM Post #18 |
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"Katerina?" Larson snaps out of his lost expression, still confused however. He looks over the High Priestess, his eyes looking for any flaw or symbol he could use to prove it was not Katerine instead standing before him. Her beauty was undeniable, and her appearance was so close that it could only have been her, or perhaps the Gods were now playing a trick on him for denouncing them. He hoped that Katerine did not think him rude to stare at her so intently, and that she would understand his desire to put his confusion to rest. "Yes High Priestess," Larson placed his hands at his sides and bowed toward her, "I am fine. A little puzzled, because your appearance is just as Katerine's once was. Forgive my wandering eyes, and doubts." He remained standing at attention with hands at his sides until Katerina would give him further directions, even if his heart was still beating in his chest hoping that Jergal had all ready revived her soul and presented it to him now. |
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| Shau | Nov 28 2006, 03:29 AM Post #19 |
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:: Blackmoore warmly smiles at Larson, softly placing her hand on the troubled youth's cheek to channel her vampiric sooth humanoid ability. :: Blackmoore: (Thinking) Lower your guard and trust me.... Blackmoore: Jergal, in his infinite wisdom, may have already granted your wish, Larson. It could verily be that I am this realm's incarnation of her. Jergal's foresight extends to such lengths, see. :: Larson would see Blackmoore very deftly emulating Katerine's body language and intonation. :: |
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| Aurondarklord | Nov 28 2006, 03:31 AM Post #20 |
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*Kara takes an extra psi blocker out of her jacket, she'd brought a few spares given they were an obvious target for Swordie, and cast a levitation spell on it, levitating it into the new path of Swordie's psionic blast.* Kara: come on Swordie, I can do this all day, and we both know with the amount of power you're pumping into those blasts you'll run out of psi to create them long before I run out of mana to stop them, these levitation spells use next to nil for such a light item...why don't you come down here and stop delaying the inevitable? *she said, believing Swordie probably had a means of hearing her despite their distance.* ------------ Ekorla: hang on guys, we're in for a bumpy ride! *Ekorla changed her course, avoiding as many of the lightning blasts as she could, and using her lightning based head to intercept the ones she couldn't, as the scales on that head were almost flawless electrical insulators. of course, this would be a bit of a rough ride for the people riding on her back, Candy had to use telekinesis to avoid flying off.* Candy: I've had some wild rides, but damn girl! *Candy's speech seemed to momently slow down, perception and indeed time itself fluctuating as a black streak shot past them in the air fast enough to cause relativistic time dilation. it was completely impervious to the AA fire, which seemed to bend AROUND it whenever it crossed its path. the streak landed on the ground outside the temple district, and, obeying no obvious laws of interia or aerodynamics came to a sudden stop a foot above the ground and touched down gently, probably employing some sort of very advanced repulser or anti gravity technology, which would also explain how it flew with no apparent logical means and using no magic.* Candy: what the fuck was THAT!? *that, as Candy put it, was the black armored man Candy and the others had seen at the cabin, and Jessica had seen at the IRS building. standing completely exposed to fire in the middle of the compound, his reflective battlesuit gleamed in the early night's moonlight. the man looked around, taking no apparent measures to protect himself while...perhaps performing a scan of some sort?* ??????: Va xi xin vex...pli centien xakra temarial. ------------ *the fire catches, though is quickly put out by the sprinklers, but leaves char marks that create a believable origin for the fire that cut the camera feeds.* *if Jessica had any knowledge in art, or access to someone who did, she might be able to figure out the significance of the colors...* |
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| Evasto | Nov 28 2006, 03:35 AM Post #21 |
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*Nariko and the others held on for dear life when Ekorla employed some evasive manuvers. When the black streak shot by, they jumped slightly from surprise.* Sakura: Holy shit! |
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| Paladin_Larson | Nov 28 2006, 03:42 AM Post #22 |
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Larson felt the soft touch of her hand across his cheek. Her eyes were intoxicating, they were pulling him in deeper and he could not escape. He heard the sound of her voice inside of his mind "Lower your guard and trust me" it said. His breathing relaxed slightly and his body released its tension, falling out of the stiff attentive stance. "Jergal, in his infinite wisdom, may have already granted your wish, Larson. It could verily be that I am this realm's incarnation of her. Jergal's foresight extends to such lengths, see." Katerina moved just as Larson could remember Katerine, it was an unmistakable similarity. Could Jergal have answered his desires before the task had even been completed? Would the God be willing to do such a thing? "Perhaps," Larson agreed. He lifted one gloved hand and gently started to brush away some of Katerina's hair from her forehead. "But why? Does he have that strong of faith that I will follow his command?" |
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"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." ~E.L. Doctorow A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer. ~Karl Kraus If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster. ~Isaac Asimov Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
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| Shau | Nov 28 2006, 04:10 AM Post #23 |
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Swordie: (Encrypted Telepathy) Haha, it's working! I can sense him calming down. Good job, Katie! Blackmoore: (Encrypted Telepathy) Thanks! ^_^ :: Blackmoore gazes upon Larson with seemingly loving eyes as he brushed away her hair. :: Blackmoore: Maybe he has already seen your future. Or maybe he's seen something in you that you yourself haven't yet grasped. Time will tell us all things, Larson. For now, let us leave this dreary setting. I can't bear see you so misrable! :: Blackmoore gestures back to the GATE. :: |
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| Paladin_Larson | Nov 28 2006, 04:21 AM Post #24 |
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"Maybe he has already seen your future. Or maybe he's seen something in you that you yourself haven't yet grasped. Time will tell us all things, Larson. For now, let us leave this dreary setting. I can't bear to see you so miserable." Katerina said. Larson stared into her eyes longingly, his confusion passing away without any prolonged fight. "Thank you, Katerina." Larson said, trying to get used to her new name. He thanked Jergal silently for bringing her back to him. He fell in line behind the others, moving toward the returning gate. "What business can I expect for our Lord to require of us?" Larson asked, hoping that she would turn around again and not rattle off an explanation as they entered the mysterious portal like distortion. |
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"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." ~E.L. Doctorow A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer. ~Karl Kraus If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster. ~Isaac Asimov Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
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| Shau | Nov 28 2006, 04:36 AM Post #25 |
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:: Swordie had in fact been using his clairaudience and clairvoyance to track her every move. With a flick of his wrist, the blast quickly shifted into a parabolic curve in the exact opposite direction, passing between Kara and the blocker. Apparently Swordie had very tight controls over the thing. :: Swordie: (Telepathic) Flicking those things around takes practically zero energy too. And it's so fun to rain death upon my enemies from orbit! :: With that, Swordie launched the second blast and begins charging up a third. The first now streaked down through the troposphere and air-detonated near Ekorla, blowing up like a nuclear bomb and sending a concussive wave of force out in all directions as well as a psychic static effect which would render psionics disrupted until it's mile-radius field effect dissipated, which would take about 20 seconds. :: ----- Blackmoore: (Communicator) What the hell?! They're really going all out on us....kill this powerful new intruder immediately! :: With that, about half of the spires re-direct their fire to the unknown entity, switching back to arcane mode. :: ----- :: Jess did in fact have an extensive knowledge of art. Contraband pieces of artwork were one of her many specialties. She attempts to use her knowledge on the subject. In addition... :: Jessica: (Communicator) Hey guys, I can't be too sure, but I think these color-coded keys here... :: She projects an image of them and of the lock over her communicator. :: Jessica: (Communicator) Are a bit tricky....any ideas? |
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| Shau | Nov 28 2006, 04:43 AM Post #26 |
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Blackmoore: Duties? You can expect well...a little of this... :: Faustus steps inbetween the two and raises his palm, placing it in Larson's face. Larson would see blue magical energies begin to swirl about it as he charged a magical blast of ice. :: Blackmoore: Think fast, love! |
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| Paladin_Larson | Nov 28 2006, 04:50 AM Post #27 |
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Caught off guard by Faustus' sudden action Larson took a step back and drew his sword, staring at the magic user oddly. "I thought that we were now comrades in arms for Jergal, or have I struck some chord in speaking with the Lady Katrina?" Larson raised his arms so that the sword handle was at level with his head and the blade titled toward the ground, just like in training. "Although, if it is a fight you desire, then I shall not fail you." |
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| Shau | Nov 28 2006, 04:54 AM Post #28 |
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Blackmoore: Fear not, Larson. This is just a test what you're capable of. You are most welcome among us, don't let that slip your mind. :: Faustus unleashes the blast of ice at Larson, it in the form of a large glacial spike. Using his other hand, he takes out a quartz charm and activates it, forming an electrical shield on his arm. The magician's face is confident and cold..... :: |
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| Aurondarklord | Nov 28 2006, 04:55 AM Post #29 |
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*Ekorla is thrown completely off course by Swordie's blast, spinning in the air, but using this to her advantage as she streaked towards the ground, her wings becoming enormous spinning blades of death capable of slicing through ground and heavy armor to clear a landing strip by force, having the sheer power to blenderize any human beings they came into contact with (of course Ekorla was not landing near enough to the kids to be a threat to them) as well as slice through the turrets and even through their sheathes in the ground to destroy them if they retreated underground. Candy had created a kinetic bubble around the group to keep them anchored despite Ekorla's spinning.* --------------- *Kara threw out several more psi blockers, making a total of six, plus the two on her body. she had the same pinpoint control over their levitation that Swordie had over his blasts, and they easily followed and attempted to box in the psi blasts.* Kara: well then by all means, sit up there and telekinetically cut the lawn all night if that plays your fiddle, you can't help your friends that way, your blasts won't reach the ground in time from up there. I have far too much chance to see them coming. -------------- *Jessica would probably be able to notice then that the keys seemed to be arranged in subsets of two, each subset containing chromatic opposites which would be diametrically opposed on the color wheel, white and black, yellow and blue, etc. Angie, who had dabbled some in art herself in high school but had quickly found she had no real talent for it, also pointed this fact out. meanwhile, Angie had gotten clearance to enter the building in her firefighter guise and was heading, hopefully with the others, towards Jess's position.* --------------- *the Freelancer used the distraction of half the turrets to the group's advantage, firing a salvo of six bunker buster missiles towards large concentrations of the occupied turrets, the missiles aimed to head towards the compound via the side of the base where the most turrets were occupied so as to have a minimum chance of being shot down. each missile could take out four turrets if it made a direct hit between them, even if they were underground.* --------------- *the armored man did not seem to acknowledge that he was being fired upon and was quickly obscured from view by clouds of smoke and debris as his general area was blasted to bits. no one could survive something like that...right?* |
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| Paladin_Larson | Nov 28 2006, 05:01 AM Post #30 |
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Larson sees the large spike of ice coming at him and dodges by hurling himself onto the ground. He rolls as his body makes contact and comes back up onto his feet again. The attacker creates a shield on his arm, which astounds Larson but does not hold him back. Let us see what this man is truly capable of himself Larson thinks. At first, he swings his sword around and switches it between hands before charging at the enemy, giving a loud cry as he goes. I can't remember how any of this goes, but I suppose now is worth a try as much as any other time... "Let us see what strengths you bear yourself!" He brings the sword down in a lateral slash at his opponent. |
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"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." ~E.L. Doctorow A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer. ~Karl Kraus If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster. ~Isaac Asimov Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
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| Evasto | Nov 28 2006, 05:05 AM Post #31 |
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Nariko: Aack! And I thought roller coasters were intense! ---------- *The others were following Angie closely, naturally* |
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| Shau | Nov 28 2006, 05:10 AM Post #32 |
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:: Faustus makes the glacial spike shatter, sending a whole multitude of icy shards in his direction! He himself deflects the sword strike with his electrical barrier before using his levitation to jump into the air and float to avoid the shards. :: :: Blackmoore and Swordie both gaze unerringly at Larson as he fights, silently judging and contemplating his abilities. :: |
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| Paladin_Larson | Nov 28 2006, 05:19 AM Post #33 |
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"Damn!" Larson watches as Faustus leaps effortlessly out of the way of the ice. Turning on his heels, he tries to avoid the incoming shower of ice. Holding the sword out like a thin shield, the young paladin darts away from his enemy's previous position. Several shards tear away at his armor, and one slices the flesh of his cheek, stinging sharply with each passing second. "Very well, I shall meet your best on equal footing." Larson grunts, stabbing his sword into the ground and folding both hands together before him. "Creatures of the flame, bound by the spirit of nature, dance and consume mine enemy!" A ball of fire forms before Larson and as quickly as it forms, speeds off toward Faustus, giving Larson a moment to grab his sword and get moving again. |
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| Stu | Nov 28 2006, 09:38 PM Post #34 |
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*Woodrake clung to the dragon ride as she moved eraticall. Meanwhile, Victoria Telekinetically broke the released boulders into smaller chunks and rolled them back to the turrets, slipping into the gaps at the bottom and jamming up the raising/lowering mechanism, keeping them in place* Victoria: DAMOCLES!!! *a giant sword formed above each of the turrets in the cluster and slammed down, skewering each one from above, before Victoria focussed on them, their blades suddenly igniting with fire, burning any internal aspects of the turrets* |
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| Shau | Nov 29 2006, 05:09 PM Post #35 |
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:: The spires are impaled by the swords, and the crystals on top of them explode, destroying the 4 of them. The spires aiming at the mysterious figure air-burst a few arcane blasts in an attempt to detonate them pre-emptively, taking out three of the missiles. However, 11 more spires are regardless destroyed, leaving a moderately-safe landing zone with few spires nearby. :: * The temple district is in the north, while the other two districts are in the southeast and southwest. * :: The remaining 35 spires switch to powerful mana-disintigrating blasts and unleash upon Ekorla with them, attempting to contain any magic she or the others would cast. :: ----- :: Meanwhile, inside, the teams move out! Teams Alpha and Charlie move out first, warriors in front, casters in back, and rush to engage Ekorla, careful not to get too close just yet. Team Bravo goes over to the fleeing children and staff to escort them. The first 1/4 of the children enter into the temple. :: :: Blackmoore, on the other hand, takes position behind Teams Alpha and Charlie. :: Blackmoore: (Communicator) Wait for them to act first...we need to get that anti-magic shield down, just try to stall them as long as you can. ----- :: Back in the desert, a despondant Johnson looks over his life critically. :: Johnson: (Thinking) All the horrible things I've done...can a man like me truly be forgiven? Am I doing the right thing joining this Silverfang? In penance for my sins, I should devote my entire life to charity...but I selfishly chose to save my own hide. You truly are a despicable bastard, Johnson. You got your wife and child killed, helped facilitate the DCA's infiltration of the Metropolis police department, and worked toward ending all life on Earth....dear beloved....forgive me! ----- :: Jessica waits for an evacuating crowd to near her before slipping the appropriate key into the lock and darting inside, using the crowd as cover and ensuring no marshals were watching. Once inside, she looks around. :: :: Meanwhile, Jessica has the camspy slip a small tube-based camera underneath the door (if there's space to do so) or has it look outside of the door's window (if present) to see what is outside. :: ----- :: Swordie holds the other blast in his hand, not discharging it yet...rather, he puts up a field of psychic static around him, which attemps to nullify any psionics not his inside of the field and rushes for Kara! Upon approaching within 900 meters of her, he unleashes a huge series of partitions upon the psi dampeners, attempting to shred them to bits. The blast, he separates into 100,000 tiny blastlets in an attempt to maneuver around the psi dampeners. :: ----- :: Faustus quickly veers off to the side to avoid the fireball....however, it crashes into the ceiling, causing it to collapse! This forces Faustus to the ground and destroys his lightning shield as he uses it to shield himself from the debris. Swordie merely incinerates any debris with his pyrokinesis as it approaches himself or Blackmoore. He retaliates with a conical blast of frost energy in Larson's direction, glaciating the everything in it's path, in an attempt to freeze him solid! :: |
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| Paladin_Larson | Nov 29 2006, 05:21 PM Post #36 |
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Larson watches as the fireball is deflected and destroys part of the ceiling. He is not surprised that Faustus was able to easily repel his attack, although he was when the attack still managed to do damage. A small spark of excitement ignited in his mind at the destruction of his enemy's defense. Manuevering to get a better attack ready, Larson watched as Faustus launched a wave of frost at him again. Using the fire won't do me much good on this one Larson though. Once again he freed up his hands by releasing his weapon and then cast another low counter spell. "Faeries of the water become a wave and repel mine enemy's attack!" With a showy wave of his hands, Larson conjured a small wave of water (really more like a large splash) in mid-air which collided with the frost, sending it back toward Faustus. "You are a good duelist my friend!" Larson grabbed his sword and started to move in closer to Faustus, but keeping enough distance between them both until the attack resolved. |
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| Aurondarklord | Nov 29 2006, 06:12 PM Post #37 |
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*the smoke and debris that had been kicked up with the spires attacked the mystery man slowly cleared, revealing that...he was completely unharmed! the black armored man floated silently at what had previously been ground level over the crater left by the massive attack on him. floating to the edge of it and touching down on the ground again, the armored man clasped his hands behind his back and began to walk towards the temple district, which wasn't far from his position. his body glowed slightly when he reached the temple's magical barrier, and he simply walked through it, as though affected by a Rend Defense spell. when he got to the temple, he accelerated slightly, body slamming through the reinforced walls like they were weak drywall work and continuing forward into the temple. for the moment, he was ignoring any defenders unless they made a move against him.* ------------- *the Freelancer was on autopilot for the moment, and as soon as a safe LZ was cleared, it began to hover lower over the complex, had the turrets in its area not been destroyed, it would have been within their range, but was still out of the range of the further away turrets that would have to shoot at an angle to reach it. from here it fired off three missiles packing potent dispeling warheads, one aimed for teams alpha and charlie and Blackmoore, one aimed for the temple district's magic barrier, and the third for team bravo. given they were missiles, and not spells actually cast by a person, they were impervious to magic reflection, as there was no one to reflect it back at. it also used its plasma beams (which were now in range) and bunker buster slugs from its railguns to try to destroy the turrets closest to its position so it could descend further and bring all of its weapons to bare.* ------------ *Ekorla roared loudly, using her aura of fear against the groups of enemies preparing to engage her, and began charging all of her breath weapons. Ekorla really really really really really hated knights, of any moral predeliction, as a lot of dragons probably did, therefore she made her first atteck against Charlie team's Blackguarde, and, behind herself where the enemies would not be able to see, stabbed her spiked tail into the ground, quickly maneuvering it through the earth and causing it to come up from the ground in front of her, where it would probably impale the poor Blackguarde (Vlad the Impaler style you perverted freaks, I know what you're thinking!!), and tear him into a million pieces. even for those unaffected by the supernatural aura of fear, the sight of a 100 foot tall, considerably longer dragon before them was probably nerve shattering. in fact...most SANE people would probably run for the lives, no magical compulsion required.* ---------- *meanwhile, motioning to Nariko and the others who were instructed to be her bodyguards to follow her, Candy dismounted from Ekorla's back, making sure her trenchcoat was securely fastened around herself to conceal the little "surprise" she'd brought with her, and ran towards the temple district, intending to pass through the magical barrier as it was disrupted by the dispel warhead and get in through the hole the black armored man had left in the wall. Candy's mind was emenating two effects at the moment, since she wasn't capable of rogue like stealth, one being a powerful suggestion that would attempt to convince any enemy mind that saw her or the others that they'd seen no intruders, whether they justified this to themselves as simply forgetting she'd been there, or thinking she was part of the cult or whatever, though Candy would still have to be careful to avoid cameras and similar, as they wouldn't be affected by the suggestion, and the other being a mental probe that would covertly question any enemy mind in range as to the location of the shelter the children were being taken to, Candy's plan being to, instead of intercepting the children en route, reach their shelter before they did and be waiting for them.* ------------- *Johnson's prayers were answered! and personally, no less, speaking to the drastic nature of the situation. an immaculately pure white light appeared before him before taking the form of a heavily armored and inhumanly tall and muscular man brandishing a large sword in each hand. most even moderately religious people would be immediately able to recognize this being as Auron, the God of War. Auron spoke, his booming, godly voice would fill any mortal who heard it with a sense of awe and inspired courage and personal conviction, like a loyal soldier listening to an impassioned speech by a famous and revered general.* Auron: you seek guidance, mortal. are you prepared to do whatever the greater good demands of you to atone for your considerable sins? ----------- *the camspy would see that out the window was a two story sheer drop down to an average city street.* *soon after Jessica was inside the room, Angie reached it, having arrived with the others. she opened the door on her own, having talked the guards, who thought they were firefighters, into giving her a master key. it would unlock any door in the building, but they'd have to be careful when and where they used it, as any use of it was logged by computer.* ---------- *Kara quickly had her psi blockers dodge the partitions, but not being able to see the future like Swordie could, she was not quite quick enough, and lost two blockers to incoming partitions, but would be much more wary of this attack from now on.* Kara: wow...I guess I was right about you mowing the lawn...heh...Swordie the Lawnmower! *when she saw the psi blast split into a million pieces, her dragonfire flamethrower shot out of her sleeve and she quickly fired its powerful breath weapon, which, as it had shown it could do previously in the fight with Shau and the Shield Guardians, split into as many pieces as the psi blast had and slammed into them, the explosive nature of the dragonfire detonating and cancelling them out.* |
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Daidai: Burn honey, burn, let the fire eat away says: I find the concept of an all-loving God that made us in his image a bit hard to swallow, because every time you give a person a sim game they will invariably use it to torment the very ones they've been assigned to look over | |
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| Shau | Nov 29 2006, 07:33 PM Post #38 |
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:: Johnson looked up at the entity with wide eyes...he slowly shakes his head. :: Johnson: ....Auron?! Whoa fuck! Whoa fuck!! First the DCA, then the Silverfang, and now GODS. Could my life possibly get turned upside down any worse than this?! Ahem...I uh...excuse me if I'm being disrespectful, I'm not quite used to the company of gods....but why are you spying on me? Aren't I just an insignificant little wretch? Why would I possibly gain the attention of one as mighty as yourself? Why would you even bother to care to let me redeem myself? Ah...erm...I suppose I should kneel or something... :: Johnson kneels before the mighty god. :: ----- Jessica: (Communicator) Awesome! We're all grouped up! We've gotta work fast, we need a floor plan. Did you see any computers or maps as you were coming in? |
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| Aurondarklord | Nov 29 2006, 07:43 PM Post #39 |
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Auron: In truth this is all about Gods, is it not? the last thing I want is Jergal getting anymore powerful than he already is. but for reasons that are my own I cannot intervene directly in this matter, and sanctioning Jergal is out of the question. the fact of the matter though is that Death Cult Armaggeddon and its members do not deserve to live. their every asset must be wiped out, all trace of their existence terminated and every last one of their loyalists annihilated. this is the only acceptable outcome. to facilitate this with any degree of certainty, I need a measure of control over the phantoms actions that cannot be traced back to me by Jergal, so acting through Victoria or Kara is a luxury I am not afforded. I would hope you have the intelligence to begin to understand now where I am going with this, so I ask you again, are you willing to do whatever I ask of you to atone for your sins? |
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Daidai: Burn honey, burn, let the fire eat away says: I find the concept of an all-loving God that made us in his image a bit hard to swallow, because every time you give a person a sim game they will invariably use it to torment the very ones they've been assigned to look over | |
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| Shau | Nov 29 2006, 07:52 PM Post #40 |
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:: Johnson is sent reeling.....before his eyes, he sees himself first meeting his departed wife, he looks back to the last time he saw her....to his daughter being born, and growing up....raised by the DCA...he goes back to the innocent people he's had killed....he sees her....her face looking at him, turning away and crying...abandoning him...shaming him, disappointed in him...Johnson screams in terror! :: Johnson: No....no! Please no....! I....I've done terrible things...please, let me have a chance to make it right! Please don't look at me that way... :: Johnson buries his face into his palms... :: Johnson: Yes...but there is a chance to make it right...a chance to let you smile at me as once I've attained my redemption... :: Johnson stands staunch before the God of War, newfound conviction in his eyes. :: Johnson: I'll do whatever the fuck it takes. Anything in the name of the light. Just tell me what to do, great one. |
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