NationStates Jolt Archive

The lake flowed, crystal clear water reflecting shards of multi coloured lightthat rippled off the green canopy that hung mournfully above. Time stood still for an instant as a drop of water fell from a broad leaf, it hung in midair as the other drops sped past and hit the water creating ripples that radiated from the centre. Suddenly their was an ungodly roar as though the universe had been ripped in two, a ghastly screaming roar of such intensity everything shook the world over... But only a few could hear it in it's true ghastly violence... most just heard a small ghust of wind in the trees or a crack of thunder.
But for those that heard the true roar of that instant nothing would be the same... haunted for all eternity by the fracture that was born in an instant of unreality driven to find it's source even if all they want to do is forget it. Fate has a wicked scheme for them all...
Reality means nothing, time does not exist, life is meaningless, something has snapped and shall never be fixed...

The drop of water vanished into nothingness... or did it becoming everything?

OOC = Greetings this is the intro to something of an off the wall fantasy/sci-fi/magic/modern/horror game... it takes place on the world (well multiple versions of the same world), the whole world... of course there is a degree of manoeuvring of the your characters they all have heard the snap... characters who heard the snap are (for the moment) introduced at the moment just following the snap, only 1 in every 100 million heard it... their is no immediate reason why they heard it and no-one else did... the characters can be anyone or thing... in any nation, state or region... The World is a near-near future in the main string, however their are many other possiblities... It should be interesting well this is open to a degree... so come along and add your characters and lets see where this ride shall end. >> Lil mod set new charcters just before the snap I think I changed my mind after the first post or two *shakes head* silly boy!

So this is an open RP???
Then i will be an elf. A very agile and swift elf. Armed with a silenced sniper rifle and a knife. Always wearing camouflaged clothing.

OOC Has your character got a name? Where is your character at this moment in time? (waiting in a building staring down awaiting his/her target to appear? standing in an ally waiting for his/her fixer, what city (make up a name give it a brief description)) I'm hoping this shall be an little interesting game...

I am waiting for some more people to join us.

Name: Xerolison Airethian
Gender: male
Age: 457 years
Profession: Assassin

IC: He had been lying there for ages, on the ceiling waiting for his victims. He had notbeen spotted once. And they call this security he smirked, even if they had spotted him they would be dead long before they called for help or even reached for their guns. His art of killing perfected, swift as a cheetah and agile as a cat they stood no chance. That in combination with his perfect hiding place and knowledge of the building made him ungrabable. He looked at his watch: 1900 hours in ten minutes his target would go into the conference room, to negotiate on the destruction of all biological weapons. That couldn't happen, at least his boss said. There he came surrounded by 4 bodyguards. Only four foolish man he should have known better. With the gun aimed on the head. He smirked once more, and then with complete satisfaction he pulled the trigger. A dull thud, blood, yelling, panic and for him satisfaction. Throwing down a flashbang and a smoke grenade he laughed and then he ran. Out of the building as fast as he could. Those foolish humans could never catch him, he was better then they. Getting out his silenced pistol he jumped through a ventilation shaft. Once more panic 2 thuds and silence. Walking calmly out of the building shooting down the camera with a single shot. Now to claime his bounty.

OOC:
city name: Veriak
Desciption: Great metropol, capital city of the international trading community. Here every great decission is made. Very high buildings.

OOC excellent well we'll see if we pick up anymore wafes and strays over the next 12 hours or so, note to potential joiners, you don't need to be in Veriak, you don't even need to be in the same reality as Veriak... a nice range would be cool, just throw a happless nobody into the adventure and see where it takes them...

IC Alisha
She sat at her desk tapping away at her dull grey keyboard staring at the 10" green on green televiewer... she cast her gaze out of the window.. Grey skies again... always grey skys she sighed and looked back at her monitor... It was going to be yet another long and tedious day of data input... but then what else were temps for?

very well i will wait.

OOC thank you, but either way I have a solid idea of how this one goes, and how to get each player involved with the correct paths... hopefully we'll get at least three people who are up for something possibly just a wee bit diffrent... again no limit on character race, type, origin, tech level... the only thing that they can't be from is a world of either a: super humans or b: magic those are the only restrictions on this multiverse type place :c)

OOC: This sounds interesting, I think I'll jump in.

IC:

The wiry figure of Sula Varick stood on the empty shore of the beach, carefully watching the glint of metal-on-water that had caught her eye. She then squinted for a moment, shrugged, then proceeded to pull her pair of binoculars from one of her beltpouches fastened about her waist.

Lifting the binoculars to her eyes, she once again looked out over the water at the source of the glint.

"Three ships... One tug, one transport.. and.. I'm not sure what the other one is, Captain.", she said aloud, meticulously drawing out her words as she looked closely at each vessel in turn.

"A convoy? But what are they doing on this part of the bay?", replied the swarthy, pony-tailed figure of a man who stood next to her.

"Too afraid to stray towards the coastal batteries, no doubt.", Sula answered, lowering the binoculars.

"Well, we should give them a new reason to be afraid, no?"

"It's too early, sir. To move now would be a disaster."

"They're sitting ducks.. And we didn't come here to waste time.", the man said, motioning towards a large group of men and women encamped along a rocky outcropping about a hundred or so meters away.

"Very well then, I'll ready the attack, sir.", Sula replied flatly, then turned and headed back towards the outcropping.

Name: Isha
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Profession: CorpSac intal Agent
Race: Vampire
Tech: pre future post modarn
City: Mega City (CorpSac Capital)

Descrption:
Black hair, Blue eyes, two white clumbs of hair down the front of her face, sholder lenth hair black, naturaly pale, Gothic, Black Leather Long coat, vry attative, Slitly Depressed, psychotic.

Background:
at age 15 she was drafted by the CorpSac intal sector due to her gr8 abilaty to "blend in", she killed her first victim 6 months later after that she didnt care who died. at 16 her parents (foster) were killed by differnt Vampire Clan. she lost control and killed 15 of the vampires befor the CorpSac forces could stop her, 2 months later she was sent on a mission to kill the Leader of ARC (now DRC) but didnt report in for 6 months when turning up one day in Genral Niomi's office after that a lot changed. she was sent into a mission into the terrorist group MJ-12 and still working there now. (current RP)


IC:
Isha ran down the road hearing the snap she stoped, looked round maby its the implant the think to herself. sh ran down the street down to Jakes bar, "what is it now" jake sead, "take this i got to go somthings wrong" she gave him the the data, it took 2 minate jacked in jacked out simple.
she left the bar and ran she didnt know where nor care all she new was that somthing or someone had gone wrong somewere what was it or who?

OC:

Name: Jasper Cain
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Profession: Ex Air Force Chopper Pilot
Race: Human
Tech: Close Future
City: Jenksan

IC:

Jasper pulled his Fedora hat down, his only memory of his ex wife who died when a terrorist attack levelled his apartment building, as he stepped out into the pouring rain.

His accident earlier when a inexperienced mechanic was sent to maintain his chopper, meant that he had received a tidy sum from the military. He didn't really blame them, but that coupled with his wife’s death, he just couldn't fly for them.

Approaching the garage, he got onto his motorbike and sped off towards the heliport. Flying was the only time he felt happy, and he had managed to pull in a few favours and had purchased through 'surplus' his old chopper. He enjoyed the slightly better quality of life, available to the military, and he took full advantage of it. Pulling up to his dome, he entered, and powered up the craft, relaxing as the leather on the seat creaked.

The bubble dome opened, and the craft took off into the sky, heading to above the clouds.

OOC = have to apologise for a bit of manoeuvrings but I'm an old hat table top GM and just can't help myself :c) anyway it's necessary at the start to get you all where you need to be and more importantly to give you some idea as to the intencity of the events and their effects...

Xerolison Airethian
He strolled down the street surrounded by the urban jungle that was Veriak, neon signs glowed through the gloom of the night... people scuttled around the city as though it were a giant ants nest... he reached the bar where his fixer always festered, he knocked on the door and a little window opened up... The wind began to blow...
“Who's that?”an ugly bulldog faced man barked, Xerolison just stared at him, and the door began to unbolt...
The wind threw up crisp packets and bottles, a distant rumble, Xerolison stared at the sky for a moment, then a noise pierced his mind, it felt like no pain he'd ever felt, as though a billion screams teared into his brain at once... he stumbled forward and the Bulldog faced man stared for a moment
“Bad Migraine eh mate? Get some synth down ya and I'm sure you'll perk right up.” he grinned and backed off a bit then closed the door behind Xerolison

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Sula Varick
As she stridded defiantly towards the waiting members she pondered about the sea... she went around and informed the other members of the group of the plan to attack, uncertainty creeped into her mind as to the actions about to be taken. She then headed back to Gideon,
“I don't like the look of that third ship” she chimed
“We proceed as planned” he drooled... She stared out across the water, the waves began slowly to get choppy, then a wind floated in from the north, the salt air excited her senses as the ships seemed to be pushed closer to the waiting danger.
“Are we ready?” Gideon's voice seemed to melt away into nothingness as it echoed through the now silent halls of her mind... she jolted, screwing up her eyes as a deafening scream ripped through those halls... a snap as though an asteroid had smashed into the ground right in front of her... she stumbled forward

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Isha
The Noise had flared smashing every thought from her mind, she was unable to think, move or for an instant even breath... she had to do something

OOC - I did say just before, but hayho

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Jasper Cain
The chopper cut through the air with ease, he loved to fly, it was all he seemed to have left...
“Unexpected weather warning, unidentified weather front incoming from 188 degrees” The computer chirped...
Now what... he thought, the chopper began to buck as the unexpected turbulence began to tear at the crafts fuselage. It broke into a nose dive and he fought violently with the controls,
“We are currently in a nose dive, I would advise against such a course of action”
He hated that computer sometime...
Suddenly the whole 'copter span for a moment he closed his eyes something he'd never normally do as a blast of pure and intense agony danced from neuron to neuron a sound as though a nation had just been burnt and all it's people cried at once, within the screams he was sure he could make one out...
Could he?
When he opened his eyes again he had managed somehow to stabilize the 'copter...
Close shave... what the hell was that?
“'copter registration 88274K-092, you appear to be in some distress may we be of assistance?” Traffic control came in over the communicator

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OOC All of the characters as you may note are now at the moment just after the scream and so it begins... what was it? who was it? where did it come from? why did no one else hear it?

Veriak! City of a thousand songs! Place of a thousand wonders! Hell hole populated by cheating lying mugging bastards.

Or at least that's what Chel was thinking. He had a headache, and a feeling all was not as it seemed. He was right. Through some miracle his pockets were emptier than the street he'd been dumped in.

He stumbled painfully into the street, and asked around for any kind of humanitarian aid. Unsurprisingly he was ignored, even avoided. Eventually hunted.

He ran into a bar, irate peacekeepers stalking him. Great. He didn't even have his passport.

"Varick! Are we ready?", he repeated, agitation seeping its way into his voice.

"Errmm uh, rea-", Sula stuttered as she tried to collect herself, pulling herself up off the ground. What was it that she just heard -- and felt, for that matter?

She brought her hand up and awkwardly brushed the sand out of her short-cropped brunette hair, then turned to face Gideon, who was still gazing out over the choppy waters at the soon-to-be doomed convoy.

"Did you hear that sir?"

The captain turned towards her, brow furrowed as he became more and more agitated, "Hear what, Varick? And are we ready to launch the attack?"

"Ermm, nevermind sir. It was nothing. And we're almost ready to go. The last of the men are boarding the ship."

Gideon nodded, and briskly strode past Sula in the direction of the rocky outcropping; the ship Sula was referring to was anchored in the waters there, the formation of rocks hiding it from other vessels passing by the adjacent bay.

Sula shook her head, blinked a couple times, her mind still fixed on the proverbial brick wall that all of her senses seemed to have been slammed up against. Something wasn't quite right -- but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

An angry shout from the distance -- none other than Gideon's voice, of course -- once again pulled her to her senses. Sula drew her breath in deeply, releasing it in a drawn-out sort of sigh, before breaking into a swift run towards the ship.

The world around her didn't seem right, as if some massive hand had tilted it, ever so slightly... but she didn't have any time to consider any of this very deeply....

Walking towards the back door of the bar he was thinking about the noise he heard, it was unearthly, it was malicious it was... what was it?? He shook his head trying to focus on the man siting in the chair. But he couldn't, the sound he couldn't get it out of his head. You have done well elf he heard the man in the chair saying. Still not concentrated he said:"next time give me a challenge will you". Yes, well maybe this is the challenge your looking.....where are you going? I'm leaving. And your money and your next assignment?? Oh yeah give me the money. here it is. I am not capable of doing anymore jobs for a while. I am going out of town for a while. But... I will see you then said Xerolison or, maybe not.
He walked out of the bar still pondering. Well i'not going anywhere without reasonable transportation and weapons he said to himself turning into a dark alley. He walked into a shop and called for assistance. A little man came in, saying what is it that you want. I am looking for some adjustments to my weapons, new scope the best you have, infrared everything on. That will..... Be pricey i know now get it quick. And do you know where i can get reasonable transportation? What are you looking for? Something heavy or fast asked the little man. Fast ofcourse what do you think i am an elf not a stupid human, whith their foolish armour. Just one well aimed shot is enough. My appolagies. I will also need a lightweight camouflaged tent and supplies and some extra ammo. Here you go tent, rations, and ammo now about the vehicle he said walking to the back of the store, opening a door he walked, Xerolison followed. They came in a garage there standing a very great array of cars. Take your pick, said the little man. I will take the fastest and one you can camouflage easily. An all terain car preferably. This is perfect for you said the little man standing next to a car. It looks nice. I will take it then he said giving the man a suitcase of money. This will do he said. He sat in the car smiling, let the quest begin.

Name:Bob
Gender:Male
Race: Phisch
Location:The middle of the New Atlantic
Snap, and there he was, 500 feet below sea level, in the middle of what will soon to be known as the New Atlantic ocean, it is a good thing he is a Phisch, otherwise he would've drowned or been attacked by the local sea life. Minutes later he was on the surface of this new world. "I wonder what strange beings i shall encounter on this very different world" said Bob the Phisch. He then swam and flew to the nearest coast, and that night he built a shelter and enjoyed the fresh new air of this planet.

To swim is to float, and to float is to fly 8)

Name: Leutnant Dietrich von Eschen
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 178 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Profession: Military; Sniper/Assassin

OOC: This looks fun. More to come from me later today.

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Chel

Running into the bar Chel pushed parse the bouncers who were busy hitting on some cute chick that was so not old enough to be in there... unless of course if she was kind to them... As he got into the main part of the bar the music began to throb, the place was heaving with people pushing, dancing, thrusting pulsing... suddenly as he reached the far side of the club he heard something drop... a splash... he turned and stared back through the crowd... then SMASH it felt as though a sledge hammer had been rammed through the top of his head and brains splashed across the floor, a shriek ripped from cell to cell, receptor to receptor as his vision melted into technicoloured blindness... a tortured roar so loud it could have come from the gates of hell itself...
He steadied himself
"Wan some water man?" A rasta asked who was leaning against the wall next to him.

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Bob

Bob sat on the shores of this new land... as the first evening he had ever seen began, he stared up at the stars as they danced their slow dance across the sky. He could hear the slow lapping of the waves on the beach... all things he had never seen or heard before. The wind curled around the water and he almost gasped as he saw the moon rise for the first time ever...
his sense clicked over suddenly, he felt something something distant... then an explosion, inside his head a roaring screaming agonising cacophony of pain and misery... for a moment he thought it was some horrid effect of his coming up from the deep but he realised in an instant that this could not be... normal? The noise vanished and he was left only with further curiosity...

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OOC = Shall cover the others when I get some brain busters as I have just been cursed with a grade A migraine... bring on the drugs! and N. Germania hope it shall be fun... hope so muchly. So I shall post later this evening...

Isha fell to the ground, "Breath" she tells he self," its just the implant get a grip" still unable to move she forces air to her lungs, "thats right breath slowly" she sead out loud.
she move and sat up agest the wall, what was that? she thinks, nothing like that has ever happened had somthing gone wrong with the implant, No it was something elces somthing more powerfull then the implant.

Leutnant Dietrich von Eschen was positioned on top of a hill thick with foilage. He was completely camouflaged, except the very tip of his MSG-90A1 sniper rifle. It was equipped with a silencer and flash hider. He knew he wouldn't be spotted.

"There's your target", he thought to himself.

The general's head was in his crosshairs. Just as he put his finger on the trigger, he heard a deafening roar. He felt the ground beneath him begin to shake. As he struggled to his feet, everything began to spin. He saw colorful sparkles for a few moments, and blacked out...

OOC sorry for any ludicrous spelling mistakes or missing spaces but this keyboard is one of those awful low profile things so it's a touch typers hell!

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Varick
You reach the ship and Wessoon stares at you oddly, he seemed abit out of place... you were sure two minutes ago his hair was blond but now it was a light brown colour... the light you think it must be the change in light...
"What's wrong with you?"
"Ermmm Nothing..." you mutter as you look back out to the three... no wait two ships
"Hay weren't there two ships?" you ask seeming somewhat absent minded,
"No... Now get in and lets go huh?"
The had wind settled now
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Zerolison
The man smiled and took the money throwing you the keys, you get in and start the engine, as the high tech hotrod roared you screech out of the garage and kicked it down the street the neon's flashing by as your mind races... What was going on? You rush past an intersection windows down hair blowing in the wind... a darkness hung in the early morning air, a darkness beyond the the once starlit sky now covered by a thick polluted cloud... something black... your elvish senses attuned to the natural order of things telling you that there was something wrong as your car speeds past the... no wait that shouldn't be there... you break causing a chain reaction to all the vehicles behind as they all slam on their breaks as well.
A small club you always go to was now a funeral parlore... what the hell? You shake your head and realise that those cars behind are beeping at you, bloody humans, you slam your foot down on the gas...

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Isha

You turn around to face a large pale figure, "Isha, I have a warrant for your arrest... would you like to come with me?" He smiled for a moment as he held a data-screen up.... What the hell!!!
Your foot flies into the unfortunate mans groin as you turn tail and run...
Now what's going on you think as you run through the streets

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Dietrich
"Hay wake up! You don't want to be sitting round out here it could get a bit dangerous"
Your faced by a young woman with electric blue eyes and short black hair...
"Where did you come from?" she asks
You look around a moment and notice that the foillage you were in is no longer evident...
You stare at her for a moment trying to figure out what just happend... You look out and note that you can still see where you were supposed to kill the mark... Whats going on?

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The water slowly flowed as giant granite rocks floated in peculiar orbits above the lush green canopy, the two moons slowly arced in opposite directions across the sky... Fractal stared up as she laid on her back... "Do you think they can do it farther?"
An old wizened man sat hunched over upon a large rock, his long white beard touching the ground and shaven head reflecting the pale moon light, "Only time will tell my dear..., remember this is not their quest alone, along the way there shall be many entities who may help them even if they themselves have no idea... a party may have infinite wisdom but never know... but then of course is that not a sign of wisdom in it's self?" he smiled,
"But I want to help!?" she exclaimed hopelessly,
"And you shall my precious creature, you shall you have a role, I must leave now... there are things I must see to before the end..."
She sat up and stared hopelessly as he vanished into a faint blue haze... what could she do? she sighed and stared at the moons... What could she do...

OOC more multi

OOC *sigh* multipost

Isha ran and didnt stop, what the hell was goin on she was an agent of the CorpSac intal Core. she was above the law. "god dam it" she thinks "what the hell" she ran round the corner CorpSac Shock troopers waiting outside her appartment. she had to run and find out what the f*** was goin on befor it was to late. and find out what she was wanted for

Isha ran and didnt stop, what the hell was goin on she was an agent of the CorpSac intal Core. she was above the law. "god dam it" she thinks "what the hell" she ran round the corner CorpSac Shock troopers waiting outside her appartment. she had to run and find out what the f*** was goin on befor it was to late. and find out what she was wanted for

Dietrich: No one in my regiment has black hair. Hair dye is not allowed in the North Germanian Armed Korps. Who are you!?

The woman: You must be still and rest. You have been through much in the past 12 hours.

Dietrich: 12 hours? I was only here 25 minutes! What the hell is going on?

Dietrich stands up, but only to become dizzy again.

Woman: You must rest, please. Relax.

Dietrich begins to see sparkles again, and blacks out once more...

Ronald "Hammer" Sorelin, just a word a day grunt in the ruling mega-corperation of AFRP.

Walking down the sidewalk back to his apartment when suddenly he is knocked to the ground, griping his head in obvious pain.

No one even looks twice as the world around him fades to black.
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Marr Vixtoh, elite guard for the Soveriegn.

Daily drills always felt easy to her. Even working with the heavy claymores seemed natural. However, the hellbound voice bursting into her head was not easy.

Falling out of the formal lines and onto the cool palace floor as servants and comrads rush to her side.

(mmm... RP my nation in alternate universes, sweet.)

Shaking her head again, Sula unsteadily continued up the metal gangplank, which retracted as soon as she stepped onto the deck of the ship.

The entire ship seemed different to her, somehow -- no, wait.. It's not the ship that was different.

Sula's eyes then fell upon an unfamiliar figure, who was mulling and mingling with the rest of the crew who had gathered.

"He doesn't belong here...", she mused aloud. It was true; even though this figure would be unremarkably ordinary looking elsewhere, his formal dress and almost arrogant way of carrying himself made him stand out from the rest of the rag-tag crew like a sore thumb.

The figure turned, and looked right back at Sula. Then he was gone. Just like that. No smoke, no fading out of reality, nothing.. He was there one moment, and then was gone. Sula blinked, looked again,

"I must be losing my mind..."

"Varick!", the Captain's voice snapped at her, "To your station. Now!"

"Yes, sir."

Sula walked over to her position about a yard behind the helm, where a scruffy crewman was already seated, ready for her orders.

"Helm, take us out into the bay. Nice and slow. Don't tear us up on the shallows. One-quarter ahead."

The helmsman responded with a sharp, "Yes, ma'am.", and tapped a few various keys on the keypad.

As the engine hummed to life below decks, Varick took another look at where the figure had been standing only moments ago. Still nothing. Must have been her imagination.

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Dietrich
Worlds floated through his sunconcious, a great seal opening, blinding blackness, dark forms contorting, twisting, stretching out and the worlds colliding shattering... His eyes opened as he shot up...
"Who are you?" he asked half panting... he could never recall a time a dream seemed so intence...

She sighed not knowing exactly how to say what she had too... she smiled softly, "I could ask you the same question... but II guess you could call me a fairy?" she chimed she stared sympathetically as he sat up her near translucent skin, he could see the faint blue vessels beneath, his body realising her touch was like ice...

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Varick
The ship slowly moved out of the small bay and set towards the transport convoy, they began to close on the ships when they heard the alarm sirens on the tanker... It wasn't a tanker!
"damn what the hell is that!" someone shouted as the vessels weapons turned on the "pirate?" (OOC pirate? rebel? mercenary? insert correct word) and began to fire
You can't get ships like those in these waters it's too shallow! you think to yourself as the impacts begin to lander their devestating blows


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Hammer

No one notices as you prop yourself up against the wall, your head throbbing, someone touched your shoulder, "Hay Hammer whats up?" a large juggernaught of a man asked, you feel no sense of recognition as he regards you as though the two of you were best of freinds...
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Vixtoh
You fall to the ground and the servents and colleagues clutter around to help or get a glance at what has happened, you feel suffocated as you open your eyes to see the deluge of faces,
"Give her room!" the soft voice of the Sovereign echoed flatly through out the hall, you look up to see a disconcerted look on the face that always appeared the plaquard of calm and collected thought.
"Speak child!" the sovereign commanded kindly
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"Captain! It's an ambush.. We've-", Sula's words were interrupted by the sound of a high-pitched sound of an incoming phase shell.

"Whistling noise! Take cover!", someone shouted. Sula had just enough time to dive towards the relative safety of the helm, before a white-hot streak landed on the deck on the pirate ship -- right where Gideon, the Captain of the ship, was standing, as it would be. The shell sprayed a mist of blood and other unidentifiable gore into the air as it punched clean through the top few decks of the ship.

"Everyone! To your stations!", Sula shouted, unphased by the sudden demise of her Captain.

"Helm! Flanking speed! Bring us in towards that tanker. We're gonna board them."

Boarding the other vessel was the initial plan to begin with. But now, it was their only hope. Nobody had counted on a tanker having even a single cannon, let alone a battery of phase shells.

The noise of the pirate ship's deck gun could be heard above all the confusion as it belched out a steady stream of round towards the second transport vessel, keeping it at bay as it circled around between the tanker and the raiding pirate ship.

"All hands! Ready your weapons and prepare to fight!", she shouted, rallying the forces of the pirate ship -- her forces, now that Gideon was dead.

Sula hefted her coil rifle, chambering a round as the pirate ship quickly began to overtake the much slower tanker....

Driving on he was confused. Very confused. At least he knew for sure he had to continue, to find the answer to this mysterie. The lights flashed by, all he was thinking about was the sound. A human wouldn't search anything after it, or only little, but for him it was all consuming. Driving on for eternity was his future, he had no idea where he was going. Just using his instinct as a guide not even watching the signs. He drove on for four days on a row, then he slept for 3 restless hours. And continued looking for some sign a signal or something, anything. He was desperate to know what it was. It couldn't be good, that was all he knew.

Hammer

Though confused Hammer thinks to himself, Well at least he isn't beating me, I'll just go with it

"Hey, its allright, something must have hit my head, I hope thats all it was but...

"No problem, just wanted to make sure you were ok, I mean you fell pretty hard there man." replies the man. "If your allright were gonna be late for work."

"Yeah, just give me a sec." replies Hammer, "I gotta sit down for a bit."

The man nods and strides aways slightly shaking his head.

Damn, what the hell was that, I was in the middle of the sidewalk no way something could have hit me with out killing me.

He continues to sit on the street side holding his head in his hands and muttering, not noticing the two dark figures approaching him.
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Vixtoh

Stumbling up to a kneeling position, still dizzy and realing she replies.

"Nothing my liege, it may have been a passing weakness, I should train harder." putting up her best facade to hide her still reeling mind.

"No child, I think you should rest until later and figure out the true cause. For we both know that it was not a passing weakness." the Sovereign replied with a knowing look before exiting the room to his chamber.

Vixtoh was quickly whisked, and by all the sudden movement found the world black again, upon awaking finding her self in a fairly elaborate bedroom with water and a little food. Though feeling somewhat defenseless stripped of her ornate armor she eats a bit and waits.

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Sula
The pirate shipped rammed into the side of the transport, and the pirates leapt across to the ship, the sound of cannons still roaring as the transport attemtps to escape the barbs, her crew responding in kind to the invaders, wet-works insued as vibro-blade armed crewmen engaged saber rattling pirates,small arms fire spewed into the desperate melee...

You see that the transports crew seem to be desperatly protecting a particular cargo door, as the pendulum of battle swings in the pirates favour and then back to the crew, returning once more to the pirates as the bloody fight intencifies... Screams and roars echo as boarding crew commanders yelp orders almost happasidly as the pirates own defensive crew counters the transports own raid.
The pale blue sky stares down at the battle waiting to see how it shall pan out...

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XeroLison (OOC sorry kept on want to write Zero)
Your car speeds out of the city and roars towards the northern flats, home to the nations industrialbase, a thriving petrochemical and military testing range the thick acidic smog that hung in the air already visible from this great distance. Like the mouth of hell... once the flats had been covered by lush forests but now only heavy industry and military might remained...
You pull into a motel thinking about the past for a fleeting moment as the fatigue slowly wares on you... As you pull in you take note of a run down sports car parked across three spaces, no other vehicles are evident, the lights of the attendents office still on, occasionally flickering.
A run down all night cafe sits solemly next to the little office the welcome sign hanging from a single thread actually read wlcme due to some of the letters having been removed, through the window you see a woman mopping up the counter and a long haired man staring down at the table flesh pale as could be.
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Hammer
"wAssn'T thAt A ruSh?" comes a voice from behind you, it's pitch and tone varying madly,
"I think you need to come with us..." another more level female voice emerged from behind,
"What?" you ask partially confused partially angry
"It isn't advisable to sit on the pavement now is it? You'd understand alot more if you just came with us..." her voice stings your mind as though an ice cube was rubbed along your exposed brain... You almost check to ensure it isn't.
"Who the hell are you to be telling me what I should be doing!"
"Freinds" she hissed

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Vixtoh
An hour passess and you feel well, somebody in brilliant chrimson battldress enters, heads masked by black hood. You freeze for a moment,
"Worry not battle sister, I am Master Vrshlaak, mediator with the spirit..." he spoke calmly as he elegantly walked into the room. "May I take a seat?" he asked gesturing to the chair by his side, you nod unsure of who this person is, you have never heard of such a position or such a man although you recall occasionally seeing similarly clad individuals in dark corners in the past.
"My order are tasked with observing the things beyond this universe, with understanding potential and actuality... something has changed, changed very dangerously... and it occured at the moment of your falling... I am concerned as is my order with this turn of events. We mearly acknowledge that something has occured, but do not know quite what, our science is yet to reach a stage even close to being able to truely understand the universe..."
"Tell me now what occured at the moment of your weakness?"
You feel unwilling or unable? to lie to this man explaining all his body language changes,and he seems worried...
"This may be very grave, and I ask you not to speak of it to anyone else... No one, no one at all..." he leans across and places something on the foot of the bed, a necklace of some sort... "Their is a place to the north made of ancient stone, head that way, I have little knowledge to offer bar that this universe is not the only one... other than this humble help I can offer no more except be wary child. All is not as it appears, there are many factions in this universe, many indeed"
He stands before you can ask any questions and is gone...
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In a great hall that no man has ever entered...
Nephilis Laughed, "petty mortals, what does Asroth think he is doing?" he laughed more his dark chamber ringed with that malevalent sound... "Well I wish them luck Ha! Sephris go forth, take your legion and see to it my plan is not disterbed! All the immortals shall bow to me!"
"Yes my lord" Sephris stood and strode out of the hall her dark blue cloak flowing behind her and her loyal Captains either side...

OOC oppps I forgot one... ps had a bad leg uber painful hence not posting yesterday.
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Isha
The storm troopers mulled around outside your appartment, you can hear from around the corner as they talk to one another,
"Damn vampires, they always go rogue in the end!"
"Don't see why they don't just eliminate the entire f---ing race! parasites..."
"The corporation see them as a useful asset and lets face it we could say the same about normal humans!"
"Don't get me onto those festering waste's of space!"
"If It's got any sense it wont come this way... but hay we are talking about a parasite here!"
"Quiet! did you hear something?" The others stop,
"No..." one answers
"Over there!" he points towards your location
"Check it out!"
"Sir!" two troopers begin to make there way other Enforcer Pulse rifles at the ready to shred anything foolish enough to get in their line of fire...

Chel

Running into the bar Chel pushed parse the bouncers who were busy hitting on some cute chick that was so not old enough to be in there... unless of course if she was kind to them... As he got into the main part of the bar the music began to throb, the place was heaving with people pushing, dancing, thrusting pulsing... suddenly as he reached the far side of the club he heard something drop... a splash... he turned and stared back through the crowd... then SMASH it felt as though a sledge hammer had been rammed through the top of his head and brains splashed across the floor, a shriek ripped from cell to cell, receptor to receptor as his vision melted into technicoloured blindness... a tortured roar so loud it could have come from the gates of hell itself...
He steadied himself
"Wan some water man?" A rasta asked who was leaning against the wall next to him.


Shocked by the pain that ran rampant through his nervous system, the overstimulated brain of Chel curled up into a quivering ball.
He collapsed, sound, sight, feeling, all disappeared. His vision was gray. Gray! He hadn't been pressure diving in so long... Why now?
The world resolved itself into shapes and colours, and eventually he felt the throb of the dance floor.

He stared at the rasta, and shook himself from the over shock.
'Uh, sorry, I don't have any money.' He stood, and looked around.

Chel, CHEL?! We got signal back about two minutes ago. What's happening down there?

Just signal interference. I was mugged though. And there are people with big guns hunting me.

Escape, but don't kill anyone. Target was last seen in the area. And unless he's got an upper level access code, He's nearby.

Understood.

Chel pushed away from the wall, and pushed through the scantily clad crowd. His extrasensory organs kept an 'eye' on any cop which walked close enough to identify. Just in case, he stooped his head and rounded his shoulders, making himself a smaller target. He turns towards the door, and sees...

OOC: Sorry, I've just been to a funeral, which is why I'm late.

At her call, the raiding forces rallied back around Sula.

"They are weak! One more push, and we will take them!", she urged them on, "Follow me!"

It was true -- the transport's crew, despite their ferocious defense, was growing fewer and fewer in number with each wave of attack. Those aboard the transport, including the kitchen staff, boilermen, and many others who had never once handled a weapon in their life.

The pirates surged forward onto the transport, Sula at their head. They easily cut a line through what little defense there still was in the direction of the transport's bridge.

"Stand down!", Sula barked at the rowdy group of men and women who accompanied her. She then turned and looked up, to where the captain of the transport was standing.


"I offer you a final chance, captain... Surrender your ship, or perish!"

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Chel
"Don't worry man, you be lookin' like you needs it more than me!" he passes his bottleof distilled water to you. As the police storm in, and start to move methodically through the heaving mass of people checking ID's as they go, your rasta aquaintance looks at you a moment and then back to the enforcers. "Be lookin like you got some buddies lookin for ya eh chummer? thinkin you be needin a quick back door?"
"But I don't have anything to offer!" You say again still trying to regain your composure,
"Just be callin' me an interested party eh? Follow me..." he started off turning back for a moment "If ya wanna live!" he smiled bone white teeth illuminated by the neon blue... he heads towards a dark corner of the club his huge frame easy to make out, follow him or not? you seem to have few choices remaining...
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Sula
"My crew stands down... but I warn you that you shall regreat this indiscression rogue!" a voice comes over the ships com's
You head directly for the cargo bay that they we're guarding so viciously, the door appears to be locked, "Jared, go and get a key from the good captain and get this door open" you command, he nods and heads off to the ships bridge, when he returns he is accompanied by the captain
"Open this" you demand, he looks inefectually at you
"I can't, I was not trusted with access to our cargo on this trip" the bitterness evident in his voice, "They changed the seals on it and said if the looks we're tampered with they'd flail the fat from my body... I believed them... and I am sure that this shall result in similure punishment..."
You stare at the door, a need to open it growing in your mind like a dark hand clawing it's way from the depths of some infernal sea bound hell...
Your crew had set about securing the ship, and reports had been coming through that the proportion of her modifications had been external bolt ons, apparently the engines had died moments before the attack for no discernable reason...

Chel shrugs and follows, hands out, ready to use them if necessary.
'Sorry, but where I come from you repay a favour. I'll remember this.' He smiles and follows.
The throbbing had subsided, and he took a swig from the water bottle, letting the coool liquid slide easily down his dry throat.
'You feel that? Whole world seemed to explode for a moment there...'

The rasta looks back and smiles a lobsided all knowning smile, "I didn't feel nothin man... Nothin at all" his hand slipped along the wall as an armour clad Peace Keeper spots you and seems to consult with himself a moment, theres a click and then a door opens in the wall, the rasta slips into the shadowy door way and you promptly follow.
The door slides shut behind you and you find yourself rushing down a pitch black tunnel, "Mind ya feet brother or else you'll wind up face flat in the dirt." says the huge man, you head his advise but keep the pace up so as not to fall to far behind the splashing of his footsteps.
"Wait" he says, you stop with a jolt as you run into the mans biceps, "This one be your stop man..." a door opens in the darkness and he shuves you through, "this be where I gotta letyou go, Good luck man hopefully we be seeing each other again" he smiles once more and the door vanishes, cargo boxes surround you and you get an intence feeling that whatever you are sitting on is not welded to the ground as it seems to bob from side to side... The Distilled water still in your hand

OOC third page seems to be misbehaving :c/ most odd so we could end up with a rather long second page :c/

OOC: I know, my connection went haywire.

Chel stared at the place where the door used to be. He touches the wall, he feels for a hairline crack, anything.

'Well.' Chel gingerly tests the platform he's on. Stable, but... He reaches out for the wall again, and pushes off. The platform rattles slightly and sways.

Chel, your signal just jumped several hundred metres. You're in a loading dock.

Great, loading dock... hmmmm, there didn't seem to be a anything in the way of hairline crack, you think a moment...
"Where in a loading dock am I?"
No idea on that one I'm afraid
You glance around, unableto see any doors you look up, above a group of sealed boxes you see a trapdoor. Then a sound of heavy machinery and the room begins to move, as though...
The roomswings slightly, and then seems to get lowered... you feel a slight impact below and then the sound of chains be detached... then a rumble of some kind of engine...

Chel swears softly and climbs as fast as he can. He nears the trapdoor and pushes as hard as possible. To little avail. Bolted down.

He changes position coiling his legs up and then striking the trapdoor with his heavy boots. The sound of shrieking metal and exploding bolts, while muffled, probably raises the attention of a guard or three.

Chel pushes again, this time, the door obediently swings outward, and he is immediately beset upon by...

a starteled man weilding a large spanner, who's exclemation of "What the hell!" as he inefectually flails the spanner about, the man has on a pair of coveralls and a big tool belt,

You appeared to have been in a container that until just a few moment ago was suspended in mid-air!

With all the calmness of a rock, Chel simply catches the spanner in a weaver stance, using it's inertial energy to swing the man off his feet.

OOC: Difficulty five, roll dice, anything ABOVE five is an instant success, and the man is knocked on his arse.

OOC: Please tell me he has weapons.

the man falls to the ground bouncing audiably, the sound of heavy machinery bloting out all but either the closest or loudest of noise, searching the man yeilds only a small set of basic tools, the guy groans.
The container judders, you look to your right noting the large lorry, sulphuric smog pumping out of its four huge exhaust mounts, the container judders again as the juggernaught begins to move.

Chel wisely relieves the man of any items of interest, and almost loses his precarious balance on the juggernaught. He jumps off, as it accelerates off. Rolling on the ground until he comes to an abrupt stop.

Chel, I'm picking up target signal. Fifty metres - Your left!

Info. Now.

Caucasian. Tall. Should be wearing work suit. Armed. I repeat target's armed.

Hammer

Damnit he thought, Two of em, one of me just as a little voice chimmed in his head Follow along, but never trust them, never trust any of them, do not get complacent.

Shaking his head is slight dismay he speaks, "Fine, I'll go with you, but don't try nuttin funny or I'm out of here.

The one with the feminie voice nods and the three slow begin to walk along the street.
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Vixtoh

[code:1:96bff94aaf]Their is a place to the north made of ancient stone, head that way, I have little knowledge to offer bar that this universe is not the only one...[/code:1:96bff94aaf]

These words rang in her head as, now once again fully clad in armor and her claymore, she strolled out of the palace, a place she hardly saw. Walking over the palace bridge into a new world. The streets ran filthy with dirt, slop, beggars, all manner of filth, things never present in the well kept glowing halls of the palace and grounds. Getting her bearings on the dim streets proved little difficulty, using the sun she begins to set out to the north. Very few people truely took notice of her, most thinking her as another guard or noblemen. However, the gatekeepers at the cities end did notice her.

"You there, halt!" They cried as she tried to stride past them. "What busness does a high-guard have outside the palace, even more so the city."

Slowly tightening her grip on the claymore she condidering fighting through them, however, reason prevailed and she says, "A mission from Master Vrshlaak."

The guards look confused at the name, but let her pass never the less. Now walking upon the northward road of Nexin, she began to feel even more out of place, walking alone, even for a high-guard, was never a good idea especially when your gilded armor shone like an open gold deposite in the failing sun. However, she considered none of these things as she strode northwards as the westward sun slowly setted of her left shoulder.

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Chel
You see the suited man, pale near translucent skin, jet black hair and piercing blue eyes, he was walking streight towards you,
"Ahhh mister Chel how nice of you to arrive! we were afraid that you had escaped us!" he pauses and smiles "Our not that, I mean that you were beyond our aid of course! you see something is very wrong, and some people were attempting against your will to remove you from the confines of our city..." he continues his stride towards you

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Hammer
"Excellent mister Sorelin, My name is Sorina, this is TwiceOne" she was implicily dressed but something about her set her apart from other people you had met... something too prestine, too polished... TwiceOne on the other hand was dressed in near rags, his hair looking as though it had never seen either scissors or comb in it's entire life.
They lead you across town, she keeps you in her side glance observing you at all times, he sniffed and wondered like an animal from side to side front to back... "You seem tense Mister Sorelin, don't worry, you have just happened upon an unfortunate conflict,we're here to help you along the correct path." her voice still cold and emotionless, almost inhuman... You reach a small plane uninteresting building and she leads the way, whilst TwiceOne waits for you to go in.
A large black desk sits in the middle of the room, and a large grey man sits behind it
"Mister Sorelin yes? I hope you are okay, Sorina getour guest a drink" he sits and asks a few niceities until Sorina returns with what appears to be your favorite drink.
"You are not the only one who felt the effect of that wave... many did, those who hear it are forced into an unfortunate conflict in which only one can be succesful... and in order to be succesful you must kill all of the others who heard it..." he speaks frankly but like the girl his words are full of deadly frost and souless venom...

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Vixtoh
You walk along the road for many hours, not a sign of life except the animals that call these places until you hear something behind you, a net drops from above, and you are nocked down by a great Stag as you hear something whizzing by where you were just standing. You turn to see a wraith like figure staring at you from the darkness of the forest malevolent hatred melting into you. The Stag seems to have knocked the netting aswell, the lank warrior lept from the darkness raising it's pincer like arms, fangs protruding from it's canine like jaw.
The creature throws itself at you it's armoured plates covering it's body...

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She sat alone staring into the pale blue stream, Nephilis was maneuvering his people to capture as many of the chosen as possible... damn he... he could win...

Isha jumped up to nearest building, landing on the roof the looks down spying on the Troopers. she ran along the roof tops, choopers seemed to be flying around the area so she had to take it carefully. "i have to see jake he should know whats goin on" she said aload, she jumped off the roof landing on the ground, looking around. she runs off down alleys and back roads avoiding any road blokes there could be.
she arives are jakes and walks in.....

OOC be warried I'm in an imaginative mood tonight, so here we go
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Isha

"The vampire was here, all forces be ready she's on the move..."

The impermiable darkness raps around you like a cloak as you stare down onto the street, nothing moving except the normal cattle activity that one would expect. You look back behind you as you leap from the building and down the street,

"All forces targets spotted 82nd 134th, we're moveing in for extraction of the target,"

You get to the door and reach forward for the buzzer.

"This is Razor Dragon. Team ready for deployment"
"This is Blood Rose. Team prepared, target is zero'd"
"Reaper ready, Target shall be in zone in five seconds"
The buzzer rang, you wait for a second
"Four, Razor moving"
You turn your head to check that nothings coming
"Three Rose primed for action"
you inhale slowly as an energy begins to build in you
"Two, god am I gonna enjoy this"
The sound of the latch turning and door begins too open,
"one"
You leap through the door pulling your Silencer autopistol, bullets whizz past slicing though the door behind you, dark red clad power armoured troops jump from the windows behind as your bullets rip through the trooper who answered the doors chest, you roll five feet down the corridor and a dark red head pops you find your mark.
The trooper who's chest you hold sits back up as you point your gun under your armpit and bllow his head into the vapour...
The sound of impacts through the roof above, Drop pods! you think with terror as you roll into Jake's kitchen only to see the tortured remains of your ally... You we'renow being hunted by Stigmatta the guys Internal affairs we're terrified of, the guys that made the machine tick the dark avengers of The CEO. The bogeymen you talk of to your children, "Do what Company tells you or Stigmatta will come for you" So much for loyalty

Scowling, Sula slowly approached the captain, her boots ominously echoing against the deckplates of the ship. "Well then, I'll just have to find another way into that cargo hold."

Turning towards Jared, she the ordered, "Jared, go get Ulrik. Tell him to bring his tools, and a phase shell from this ship's armory." The young man gave a sharp acknowledgement, and then headed off once again.

Her eyes then fell back on the captain's face. "We're going to blow a hole right through this deck we're now standing on."

The captain's face went pale at Sula's words. "Y-y.. you can't!", he stammered, "The-th.. the ship.. the ship, she'll sink!"

"Well then, my good captain, I trust that you can swim."

Sula knew very well that this type of ship wouldn't sink from a mere hole in it's deck. And she also now knew that this 'captain' was either playing dumb with her, or he didn't know anything about his own ship's limitations.

After several minutes of waiting, Jared returned. Then a couple more minutes passed, and Ulrik arrived as well, accompanied by three of his men.

Ulrik -- a lanky, middle-aged figure of man, whom seemed to perpetually have a coat of engine grease and other filth clinging to him, was the ship's head engineer.

"Ulrik. Have your men tear off these top deck plates. Then lay the phase shell in between the ribbings of the cargo hold."

"Jared, have some of the crew strip this ship of it's armament, and transfer them to those empty gunwales.", she continued, motioning towards the bow of the adjacent pirate vessel.

Getting in his car after a night of resless sleeping and pondering he had decided that, he would go to his clan. They where the only ones he could think of capable of helping. Humans and similar stupid creatures where not capable of understanding such matters. Driving on he looked at his gun and smiled, it looked better than ever, his only friend, the only one he never had an argument with, he would get through he thought as long as you are with me.

-- Double post --

OOC: Sorry I haven't been posting, guys. It's been a busy week.

IC:

Dietrich: <lights a cigarette> A fairy, huh? Well, if you're a fairy, you wanna tell me where the hell that military compound went to? I have a job to do, you know...

(OOC: Can you guys post a brief summary on here? I think I missed some stuff.)

Isha had to leave Stigmatta the best the cloners could make and most deadly. but what couldshe do she was stuck in a bar with a dead guy and her pistal she couldnt fight her way out. could she ran, then it came to her Jake was the most paranoide person she new maby he had a different way out a back door. she ran round franticly searching for a way out there was none. "sh!t" she says under her breath she had only seconds to decide what to do run and hide or stay and get killed. she ran up stairs, foot steps on the roof she knew they would burst into the windows so she had to do it first. she ran right at it,smashed it and fell landing on the roof just below her. shots fired and hit her in the arm. she ran she new she was faster then them but could she out run them they had never failed. she had to leave CorpSac she jumpeddown an ally and ran into a building trying to out run them. she stoped grabed a change of cloths, from some shop and ran. she looked on the news "Isha female Vampire wanted for the muder of CEO Akira Sucami...." the over head screen sead. "what the hell i 4t Genral Hun was CEO" she sead what the hell was goin on,was she dreaming,maby a coma or dead. no the gun wound in her arm felt real. she had to feed but with the god dam Stigmatta after her it was hard she needed to stay in the shadows and keep moveing she knew they were not that far behind.

muti

muti

Hammer

Taking a sip from his drink, the words still waiting to sink in... Gasping, nearly choking on his Reif Brand DoubleX Nonalchohalic Rum. (try ording THAT at a bar)

"Kill! I'm gonna have to kill someone?" he barely chokes out.

Sorina replies, "Not one Mr. Sorelin, many. In a classic style Delvun Melee." she smiles, but one obviously of no kindness. "I can tell by your face you have no idea what I ment. I will explain it to you as we have the others. It involves placing all contenders into an enclosed arena each with a classic Delvun blade."

http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/zz/lineart/amx-009-triblade.jpg

"And who ever comes out alive wins. I sudjest you get to practicing."

Handing him a box containing the blade he is quickly ushered into a smaller quarters without the unknown man saying a word or looking him in the face.

(ooc) Conversation between Sorina and unknown man? just a thought
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Vixtoh

By the Sovereign she cursed. Strugling against both the net and this warrior she find a way to her feet and dislodge the grapple. Bring her claymore around in a broad arch, cutting away most of the bindings, but missing this assailent.

As the net fell around her she brought the claymore, "Glory" for another swing in the dusk, soon to nigh.

"Who are you, speak now, or we shall see if your head can do the talking on its own." she commands.

OOC been a busy day OOC yesterday was a very busy day! sorry for not posting I'll post character responces as I finish them...

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Sula
The captain stared back over his shoulder, knowing fullwell that once they got into the hold his life was forfit but then he didn't really have any choice, he had lost the battle and now his life, they hadn't bought his bluff about the ship but then he'd never expected them to... Now his crew and himself we're as good as dead.

Jared and his crew we're busy fixing the weaponry onto the whales whilst Ulrik finished placing the charges,
"Ready to blow it when you are captin" he stood back with the detinator,

"Jared are those Gun mounts done?" you ask staring across at the work crew
"aiye cap' we got all the hardware off the transport"
"Well Ulrik Blow it."
"Fire in the hole!"
The deck shudder's for a moment and then the smoke clears and a hole is evident down into the dark depths of the ship, your crew clutter around the hole, all you can see is a large wood crate,
"Jared Check it out" you say and he jumps down into the hold with a crow bar, he renches off the top of the box to reveal a large piece of rock... with some kind of hyroglyphics... you stand there a moment
"What the hell is this?" Jared says from below,
You feel uneasy and waver a moment in the breeze... you hardly notice the chatter between both crews as images begin to form and melt away in your minds eye a surge and then you shake back to reality

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Xerolison
You steam along, the sun now slowly rising in the distance, the siloette of the industrial flats almost beutiful in a post apocolyptic sense. The thick red clouds bellow into the sky as you break off the main road to reach the home village of your clan The Black Arrows, (Il'Sylvern-farrow) they resided in the blasted desert of Barrow Black, as you reach the village you see clan members mulling around as they always did. A few notice you and nod in acknowledgment, the members of Il'Sylvern-farrow often become assasins so your occupation is of little surprise to them.
You head to the village hall to meet with the elders, as you leave the vehicle you take in the peculiar atmosphere striding boldly into the hall you are greated by the three elders Ahilla, Currmore and Galafang
"Welcome back Xerolison, your return has been expected..." Ahilla chimes her voice like music
"You have been touched by a powerful force" Currmore hissess like the voice of a python
"This universe is not the only one, their are a near infinate number of such universes each subtely diffrent" Ahilla chimes again
"And Now they are in turmoil!" Galafang booms like the drums of war.
"Something has happend at the source, something has shattered, something terrible is coming..." Ahilla chimes again
"The end is coming... Balance has been lost in the multiverse, realities are colliding with one another creating abominations of reality" Currmore hissess
"You have a gift, to shape minor pockets of this reality and to move between various realities... with some effort" Ahilla chimes
"We shall help you with a dream walk... but this shall mearly help you with the demons you may create yourself..." Galafang blasts...

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Dietrich
The girl sits back and stares a moment, she obviously wasn't expecting such an easy going time, she smiles and tilts her head
"Well I don't think the installation your looking for exists here! You see I don't think you belong here... infact it's quite obvious that you don't" she says glancing at your equipment...
"or prehaps neither of us belong here..." she seems to think for a moment "I'm not quite sure, I was walking along in the forest when I found my self on a hill... most perplexing... the oddest thing being is that except for a small voice in the back of my head it seemed completly normal!" she turns and stares down the hill
"It seems something isn't quite right..."
You look north and see something in the distance,
"Do you see that?" you ask as she turns and stares,
"No... what?" she says staring
"It looks like stars... but only a v shaped cut out... like a motionless tornado or something of the sort..." you stare and watch
"That wouldn't be a healthy thing... what are you thinking?"

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Isha
"This is Razor Dragon, the target bounced!"
"Typical, all Stigmata cells be on the look out, this is a bag and tag op, bring that corpse back to me kicking!"
"Confirmed."
The Executive turned to Marlow his dark blue aura fluttering in the darkness,
"Well it appears the target is still loose... why do you want it so bad?"
"She has a role in a larger game, we must bring her in..."
"Very well, " The Executive pressed his communicator button "Release the Lance, Stigmmatta are to use every resource... I order initialisation of Lance" he turned back to Marlow "It is done, Lance shall find her..."
Lance the transendentent AI, some believe completly psychotic was now loose in the nations grid... every technological device now had a single minded obsession, CATCH ISHA

"Hay Isha" you hear from the shadows, "Hows it going?" dull red eyes glow from the darkness you stare at the formless figure "That good eh? Well how about you come this way? Your only other choice is of course to keep on running" You swear you see a sadistic grin form in the darkness...

OOC: Evil Nasty Work! And even worse, when one has too much of a good thing... Like sex... Puts the term Blue Balls in a whole new perspective...

IC: Chel began backing away, something spoke to him through his elevated senses...

This man... He was dead... A walking corpse, and not just figuratively...

'Stop. Approach any closer and I will use necessary force to put you back in your grave.' He sniffed. This man had no scent... His clothes however, smelled of death, regular drycleaning, and blood.

'I presume you were behind the mugging? Getting rid of my weapons? How far deep a hole have you buried into Veriak? How much of this city do you own now? And why do you want to keep me here?'

He grins, "Ahhh poor lost traveller! still so confused!" the figure grins
"You arn't in Kansas anymore Dorothy! Just check the origin of your "command", they are in this very building, my flesh puppets! much as you may become if you do not bow to me..." You check the signal origin and it is indeed coming from this building... it's impossible!

"Side with me and I shall explain everything to you... try to get away and you shall become a thing of metal and death... the choice of course is all yours, this world is mine..."

Chel snarled, and backed further away.

Now, he could feel it. The cold feeling he'd been betrayed, again.
Join with us, Chel.
Implant off, cut all command signals. Authorization Chel Alpha.
'So you got to my chain of command. Alright then. No more rules. No more limits. Let's see how well you do against someone who knows all the limits.' Chel flexed his back muscles, and let the flow of power envelope him like a deep pool of water. The room seemed to fill with Chel's presence, a dark brooding cloud ready to break open and burst forth the lightning of retribution.

'Let's see how you fair... Against true power, Hkugetski.' He spat the word, ready for the dead one to attack.

A dreamwalk he asks?? What is a dream walk?? Can it put peace in my mind, will i find the thing disturbing me??

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Xerolison

"The Dream walk shall take you through the depths of your collective subconcious, it shall hopefully unlock the key to your essence and allow you to channel some element of your dark gift" Ahilla said, her emerald eyes carving effortlessly into your soul.
"It shall be a battle with your own demons to discover you foci, your tool that shall allow you to embrace your ability" Galafang boomed
"The world you visit shall be that of your dream and nightmare collided, you shall wage a short quest in which we may be of no help, all we may tell you is that it is perillous... but once finished it may help you save all worlds..."
Now we must begin,
You look down to note that you are at the centre of a pentagram, which now glows a neon blue, you feel your eye lids drop and a smokey veil overcomes you...

"Welcome to your dreamscape" a whisp says...
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Chel
"I always had you command in this world child, an interesting display of the darkness within... an interesting display indeed"
With those words your mind raced, "elsewhere" a voice chimmed in your mind, you realised, focus the mind needs focus... the essence needs focus... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH you scream as you are rended through reality torn across reality swirling torturous agony, your eyes open and your standing in a graveyard... mist slowly ebbing around your feet...
where the hell
You look west to see something... someone? oh hell a walking skeleton! now thats not possible!

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She could feel the slow tearing of reality, another pair collided forming yet another ambomination, she hoped that her words had reached the one who was in iminent peril... she would never be sure, but she hoped...

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Vixtoh
It's dead eyes stare, you feel slightly sluggish noticing a nick in your armour, "By the sovereign" you curse again, poison, you feel now that too bother with continuing conversation with this beast impossible as it lundges again meeting your blade which deflects the creattures blow.
"youth shll bcom one wif uzzzz or die" the beast lunges again it's pincer like arms launching in quick succession
You keep your balance feeling the paralysing poison restricting your movement, but you we're trained to resist such things, the melee continues as you swirl and slice, it blocks and lunges.
It pins you against a tree, but as it savours it's victory you drop to the ground and thrust up ramming the Claymore through the soft spot under it's chin, it falls back wriggling slightly... it's eyes flutter and close...
you sit back a moment and sigh, your armour slightly battered as you stand back up and start again on your trip...
The creature had obviously been waiting, you know that there is a village just a bit north from here... You look up and for a moment you swear you could see another globe looking down on your... another world comming towards this one... "time runs short for this world" the thought from somewhere you cannot place runs through your mind....

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ooc hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
You walk through the door
"So do you think he shall awaken before or after he is killed?" she asks
"Does it matter? after his first fight he shall be ours... no matter what!" he sneered, a battle to the death against an innocent what hope has he? fight and kill an innocent, damning him to us forever or he does not kill and we kill them both... either way we win!"
she nodded and left...

Chel expended some of that otherworldly energy that he'd amassed, and without so much as a puff of smoke the Necromancer energies animating the skeleton faltered. And the undead became another pile of bones in the graveyard.
'Now this ain't fair...' No Gun, no sword, he was barely capable of taking on the hkugetski at his current limit.

The mausoleum. Despotic maniac in control of odd forces... Ego larger than his head... Where else would the vain bastard hide?

Brushing back his hair, he walked cautiously toward the tomb, senses alert for any more dangers.

(ooc) Whoops, just realized I have not given the little bio, though I hope via my RP you picked it up. And if you didn't:
PS: Do I smell plot convergence?

Name: Ronald "Hammer" Sorelin
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Profession: Assembly line worker at Mikosolf weapons division
Race: Human
Tech: Modern+
Location: Sentarie

Description: Fairly large, average appearance without any facial hair. (Think steel mill for appearance)

Bio: Born of a lower-upper-middle class family he went to work at the age of 13 for Mikosolf. Twenty-four years later still working at the same post for the same pay. Yet he never complained, living by his father's words, "Doing your job is the only way to get ahead." And though this had been proved false to him as less qualified personel continually got promoted he kept working.
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Name: Marr Vixtoh
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Profession: High-Guard, the elite 1,000 man army assigned to the proctection of the Sovereign
Race: Human, however a possiblity of elven heritage shows through
Tech: Post-Steel Revolution (medieval)
City: Coriboan (capital) Current: Road of Nexin

Description: Well built and quite attractive, short blond hair. For all waking hours found in her gilded plate armor as well as her asigned weapon, the claymore "Glory".

Bio: Joined the army at the age of five when both her parents were killed in a bloody raid from eastern barbarians. Quickly rising through the ranks with both natural talent and stamina. Despite being hotheaded and over confident she made the rank of High-Guard, the elite of the elite, often times training for 17 hours a day in a four-day rotation. (750 on duty of patrol, 250 train).

IC:

Hammer

Looking around the spartan quarters he finds a bed, a desk, a another door which contained a 3/4 bath, and a fridge filled with food stuffs.

I wonder how long they plan on keeping me here he thought. Shrugging off that thought he places the box on the desk and opens it, finding in side his weapons (two are wielded) and a small note,

"To win is to lose, to lose is to lose, victory lies within the lines."

What the hell, "to win is to lose" then what do I do *sigh* well the best thing would to get familair with these blades.

Reaching into the box he pulls out the pair of Delvun blades and begins to figure out the best way to hold them, to strike, all the essentails of utilizing any weapon. Looking into the box once again he found what seemed to be tight fitting leather gloves without finger holes. However, on the palm side of it there was a small metal protursion. He places the blades down and wears the gloves, noticing that the triangular side of the blades seemed to fit right in the protursion. He quickly found that these not only allowed for a better grip but by relasing the blade and pulling back his fingers he they could be allowed to spin, often times seeming to increase in speed.

Without a window or a clock his cell was timeless, eating when hungry, sleeping when tired, and the rest of the time training. An odd feeling of famiriarity eminated from this routine and the weapon it self. However, in less time than he thought Sorina returns once again openning the door to the room and saying only, "It is time Mr. Sorelin."
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Vixtoh

The venom began to work it self deeper and deeper into her system, making even her walking cumbersum and akward. I... must... reach the next... town she thought to her self. Trudging along slower and slower the night slowly gave way to day, only her will and training kept her feet moving along the dirt road.

Despite this her legs eventually buckled and she collapsed to the road in a heap, falling deeper and deepering into the hallucination of the vile venom and its fitful rest.

(ooc) Sorry for uber post.

Sula stared down into the gaping hole in the transport's deck.

This piece of rock, or whatever else it was, certainly didn't come from anywhere nearby. The engravings on its smooth-polished face were quite obviously artificial, with their hard endpoints, undulating curves.

"What port did you set out from?", she snapped at the transport's captain, her gaze never shifting up from the recesses of the hold as she spoke.

"Ummm, I don't know, I can't really say.", the captain stammered in reply.

Sula looked up at the captain, scowling. "I see.", is all she says before turning her attention to one of her nearby crew members. "You there -- Go to the good captain's quarters, and bring me this ship's travel log."

She glared at the captain for a brief moment more, eyes smoldering, before returning her focus to the monolith-like stone.

'He certainly does know.. And so will I..', she thought to herself.

"Ulrik, gather your strongest men, and prepare a way to hoist this.. whatever it is, out of this ship's holds and into our own."

Isha looked into the darkness, now she was pissed she was hunted by her own goverment and for what, her fangs were now visable her fingers turned to claws, she jumps at the shadows, all she wanted to do now is feed, rage over took her she needed to feed, she had forgot she landed just infront of the thing "Maby later but for now i got to do somthing" befor the thing could get her she was off. she ran to the streets grabed some young girl and pulled her into an ally and drank as fast as she could. the girls body fell to the ground.
what ever it was she felt she was being watched could they have......no they dont use it unless....she knew somthing or did somthing......but what..."i cant use my implant" she sead aload. as fast as she could she ran to the roof, and sat at the edge "what now" she sead she looked round seeing the city from this hight it was amazeing, how do i run from it if it can find me anywere, could this be it for me. there was only one place she could go the once place that would hold the key. the Technomages as they were called the one who knew all the only ones who could help, but could it be them who want her dead. she left for the Tower at the center of the city. it was the only thing she could do. she had to avoid Lance.

OOC It's been a rancid day at work and I'm in a foul mood and I'm too busy. But I shall try and get a post for each of you placing you in a good position for inter PC conversation but not till just b4 I leave work

What are you?? where are you??? he asks, staring around and seeing all sorts of strange shapes and colours. When he looks at one place intensively he can see a patern in them, and sometimes images or lines, thoughts from his past, fears and joys of times long past. He saw thoughts that he had long since forgotten. He felt it as some sort of demonic, satanic but yet peacefull place. He had no idea what he looked for and was disturbed by the loss of sence of time.

BUMP For Mr. Twy-Sunrats!

OOC:= sorry was away from a pc for FOUR DAYS!!! I think I may be seriously damaged!
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Chel
You head through the mirky gloom too the stairway that leads up to the mausoleum, A little figure sits at the top of the stairs and glances down at you,
"Your here... at last! You know Orrios would be unhappy if he were to remember you just killed him again... but then the skeletons never remember..."
You blink, the figure looks to be a child, indeterminiate sex wearing a large rimmed hat and robe...
"What do you mean?" you ask, the figure stares numbly at you,
"Mearly that you were expected and that you have now arrived... you may pass..."
You walk up the stairs intent on finding your mark keeping a cautious eye on the child... as you reach the step the child is sitting on it evaporates into a heap of spiders that skuttle into the cracks of the monstrous building.
not at all fair You feel tired but continue through the doors... where you are confronted by a beutiful sight, bright, gold lit observetory, a million worlds above your head and a man dressed in some form of golden armour, an aura of infinity about him... you gasp for a moment...

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Hammer
You walk out of your room and head down a narrow corridor, large metal doors slide open to reveal poorly lit hall, the roof supported by great steel pillars, the grounds bare earth. A light source at the other end reveals a small figure, and soft sobbing as it moves into the arena... then the roar of a crowd, you look up to see that around the hall are grids behind which there are hundreds of people cheering...
You look down at your weapons...

... And then promptly grins. All is not as it seems in this hell hole.
'Nice trick. Glamour? Faery magic. Nice illusion though.'
Chel revitalises his mind, watching carefully as the carefuly crafted illusion dissolves into a gaunt man with pale flesh and a deranged look.

OOC: Please? Btw; tell me what you think of my RP. Needle in a haystack.

OOC :c) I havn't had any reason to complain, everyone wants gargantua fights though and I think ppl may be figuring that thats not my bag till the large set pieces... and I'm slowly piecing back through ppl today after actually being on holiday!(also as a counter how awful is my method? not to used to this online lark) (just finished installing oracle woohooo)
OOC Also some of you should fall in line with the "I can give you everything" side and some should fall in with "We have to maintain the order" side, Also Uber posts more than welcome, give me more meat mmmhmmm I like that lots

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Vixtoh
Whilst deep in unconciousness your mind toils with a darkness that seems to envelope the universe, you have a dull sense of collision, you wake up and wipe the sleep from your eyes, you sense a warm fire, and then notice the old man sitting in a rocking chair with a pipe... you sniff, the smell of chicken soup... you remember your mother once making it so long ago...
"Ah your awake..., the soup is almost finished! You were in quiet a state earlier... Where were you heading?" the man leans over the pot and uses a large griddle to pour the soup into two bowls, he places one on a low table infront of you and keeps the other in his head as he sips at it...
"You got stuck by a nightstalker... not to common in these parts nowdays... no not too common at all... you were lucky I found you... much longer and your blood would have been thicker than this soup!" he coughs hard and sighs, "Ah that cough'll be the death of me soon... not that it would appear to matter, so anyway where were you heading girly, not like you sort to leave the city! not like your sort at all!"

OOC however for a moment I'm going to brake my chain and answer Chel

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For a moment you think yourself ingenious untill you relise that the scene you created was just that... it melts away into the absent reality,
"Now Chel, you have some quite potent talent there, but even if you magnified it several hundred times it would hardly graze the surface of my power... power i am happy to share with those who help me form a perfect multi-verse...
Why would I need your help if I am so powerful? Simple, I can only be in one place at any one time and there are a million things that must be seen to... The power you now possess has awoken due to the plan I have set in motion, for eternity reality has been bound by fickle rules and protocol of the feeble eternals... They supress the power mortals like yourself could possess becouse it threatens their order...
I however embrace such power, such individuality and such awe inspiring entropy!!! I am Methalok, third hand of the Black Cloud, we serve our master well and now we move..." He grins... and looks up "You see that my friend... do you see that? it is the multiverse... it is all reality... all possibilities... they dance through the ether of potentiality to a mesmerizing tune that if you close your eyes you can hear in the distance almost compltely inaudiable... Join us and rule... or don't... I suppose the choice is yours."

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Your crew member returns just as the rock is hauled level with the deck, "Sir I have the log..." you take it from him and look to the most recent pages, nothing, nothing in the whole log... you look up and the captain and the crew of his ship have vanished, your attention turns back to the rock, the carvings formulating in your head, Formula... mathmatics, equations... you think as you stare unsure as to what was going on... where the hell did that damn crew go... No one else seems to have noticed... you close the log book and glance at the stone again...
Ulrik glances at you for a moment and you could swear his eyes glowed for a moment, the sun was setting... but we attacked at dawn and... oh god where the hell did the other ship in the convoy go!

Indeed, Chel reacts oddly to this information.

'What is your purpose?' Almost immediately after, he comes to a conclusion, that the plans are never laid bare for the pawn. His is to do and die.

What choice... If power like this is within my grasp, whatever the consequences.

Chel's voice falters at first, but finally his voice rings out true.
'I accept your proposal. I will join you. If only to understand your concepts.'

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He grins, "and indeed you shall, now follow me, and I shall show you a fraction of eternity"
He turns and a large black gate appears before him he beckons you and then enters

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OOC buffy starts in 25 minutes I must now evacuate the building, sorry to the two peeps I havn't done yet busy busy busy (woohoo don't have to lock up!!!!!!!)

Vixtoh

Ignoring his quesiton she asks, "Who are you? Where am I?" spotting her claymore in the corner she makes a mental note. Before he could respond she speaks again.

"As to your question," she responds, "I am merely heading north to visit some ruin by order of the Sovereign. However, I now need a place to repair this hole in my plate, do you know of such a place?"

Leaning back slowly sipping her soup she waits for the old man's furowed brow to compile an answer.
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Hammer

What the hell is this? Hammer thinks as he walks into the arena, the rusted doors slamming shut behind. He cautiously walks towards the small person on the other end.

"What the...! She's just a little girl!" he calls out but his voice is lost amongst the chanting multitudes.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

"I can't shes defense less, shes crying for Reif's sake!" he calls out again, and this time, a voice responds.

"You have to Mr. Sorelin, this is your destiney, you must kill her." the voice he recognized as the woman whom had brought him to this hell hole from the street.

"Screw destiny! I won't kill a defenseless child!" Hammer calls back.

"Fine then Mr. Sorelin. Then I guess you both must die." and with that several nasty looking rifles appear in the crowd. "They came her for blood Mr. Sorelin, and they are going to have it one way or another."

Looking down at the small child, only ten at most, sobbing crying for her mother, begging him not to kill her he responds.

"I'm sorry, here," handing her his blade from his left hand. "Stand up and fight me. You must or we are both dead."

She grabs the blade, grasping the weapon that was obviosly to big for her hand and slowly climbs to her feet.

"I'm sorry, I really am," Hammer says one last time, tears running down his face.

The little girl looks upon him, upon the one whom was about to kill her and says in a voice that could not have been her own, "No your not Mr. Sorelin you just think you are." She brings back the blade and prepares to strike him in the gut.

Reacting faster than he thought possible he brings down the blade in a low fast arc, slitting her throat as he collases into a heap of sobbing on the baren earth, laying in a pool of this unnamed girls spilled virgin blood.

[OOC: Fine, I'll do my own fight scene, take that!]

OOC *grins* own fights are great :c) and that was perfectly horrid and immoral I like it welcome to the malevalent side of the world! do the whole lot of you peeps today, but oracle is acalling once more

A sound. Everything, and nothing, a cacophony, and yet a simple drop of water in a well.

And suddenly, he was inside eternity, outside, sideways, upside down. Eternity had done what slobbering slavering monsters had failed to do. Scare him, then completely rip him to shreds. If he could have, he'd have screamed.

Suddenly he was aware of something else, and he concentrated, pulling the shards of his consciousness together. Whole again.

'This is eternity?' If he could have, he'd have described eternity. This is what he decided upon.

Eternity was a road, that extended forever. No... Not forever, the road looped and back on itself. Eternity was a cycle, a continuous circle of everything, birth, growth, death, repeat. Everything repeats. That was eternity, the ability to control the Cycle.

'And this... This is only part of eternity?' He said, staring at the... Void. That's what it was, a void in reality.

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Xerolison

somewhere deep in the darkness you here something laughing, a long rumbling laughter, your drawn to the noise like a moth to the light, you find yourself at the top of a hill alone looking out onto a burning city. Hundreds of machines clashing against raging barbarians with magic, a huge black tower stands at onside formed of ancient rock at the other side of the city stands high rise corporate towers, artillery clashes with mage's lightning bolt as dragons duck and dive with high tech fighter craft...
You hear the laughter again and look to your right, you see a man in black gown, he grins "Hello Zerolison, How are you? fine I hope..." he looks back out to the city he seems to revel in the destruction, "You know it's magnificent isn't it, two completly diffrent realities thrown together, the shock and horror hmmmm the carnage... do you enjoy the spectacle?"
A young woman sits on the still, grassy slope stairing mournfully down at the spectacle, "There was no reason for this conflict, no reason at all... " she turns to you "This chaos has caused an awakening of sorts, the shifters we call you, able to shift from one reality to another with only a thought... reality is a fickle beast... the shifters may also affect their current reality if you really want you can make a fire ball blast from your finger tips... but like I said reality is fickle if you did something like that your head would proberbly explode, coz you can't do things like that you see it's impossible."
"stop telling him so much Ariel what happens if he ends up on my side hmmm?"
"It doesn't matter now, he'll learn sooner or later as shall the other shifters, it's just a matter of time"
He grinned again "It is indeed, so freind Xerolison, whats it like to be part of the second most powerful race in the multiverse?"

BUMP For Mr. Twy-Sunrats!

OOC company party on wensday was very very ill yesterday even typing was difficult!

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Vixtoh
"Me, I am just an old hermit who shuns the outside world!" he chuckles raspelly, "You are in my cabin a nice yet humble place although I'm sure your used to far greater splender*
"North you say, ruins... hmmmmm brave arn't we," He grins, "The pathways north are not what they once were... infact some would think they had come from a diffrent world!" again he chuckles and sips at his soup, "Somewhere to repair that armour... around here? hmmm I doubt it, the closest you'd get to an armoursmith round these parts are tanners, and rural nobles but thats all leather and ring... a bit of splint... what you have their is quality plate... nope no one out of the city can fix that..."
he notes the slight look of disappointment on your face "Don't worry dear, I'm sure you'll be fine, besides thats just metal... and metal isn't always what you want, why I once saw a noble fused to his plate long ago, ahhh those were the days..." he chuckles again...

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And don't worry I'll post IC for Vix soon, just can't think of where to take it ATM!

OOC sorry tis christmas time and we poor lowly sys. admins not only have to do the last minute christmas shopping and visiting (which I am very bad at note _UBERGEEK_) but also seen as there are "few people in the office" I have to do all the stuff I'm not allowed to do normally darn it!

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Hammer
You leave the arena a sence of relief mixed with self-loathing and grief what kind of monster have you become?
"Exactly the kind of monster we need..." Sorina said, her features a near animal snarl masked by delicate feminin features.
You stare at her a moment,
"You have the survival instinct we need, that our... masterrr needs" her last words purred out, "Follow me" she becons you to follow you through a dark doorway that you don't recall seeing before... a moment passess as you feel asthough you have been rended from your skin as you appear amongst a vast darkness... ahead are two people one large and plated in golden armour an air of splendor about him, the other looks to be roughly dressed from somekind of near future sci-fi...

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Chel & Hammer
"Master, I have another for you..." she bowed her head eyes starring permisevly at his feet...
"Excellent, I was just informing our friend Chel that this is mearly part of eternity... this is the void my friends, this is the part of the multiverse that is known as unpotentialised reality, you see in the begining there was actuality and potentiality, actuality were the sources and potentiality arked off of them and quickly recombined to create new actualities, long ago the eternals decided that this was too chaotic and instead allowed all potentialities to exist, much to my own and my allies discust there by forcing static "reality" upon the sentient breeds..." He turns to you both for a moment, "People like you could no longer have your unique gift becouse it would fragment the actualities that the elders desired as such you were... neutered..." he leads on, the woman trailing in the distance behind....

OOC Isha/Corpsac/PATRICK!!! please god please run your posts through staroffice 6 before posting and run the spell checker! Then maybe add a few paragraphs, fullstops and commas, your posts make my brain hurt! Bad spelling and grammer are one thing but smeg!

Tiss ok, just don't want this to fall into the void of dead threads

Dribble to be replace by IC: Comming Soon!

OOC Dribble Edited Out

OOC new years done and dusted back to the boards

The sharp crack of a nearby phase battery splits through the air, and Sula's eyes are instantly drawn towards the source.

"Damn it! We've been had...", she thinks to herself as the outline of a much larger ship -- a coastal cruiser, becomes visible in the dusk.

Moments later, both the pirate ship and it's captured vessel pitch about violently as the white-hot streak of a shell just barely misses its mark, splashing into the murky water with a menacing hiss of steam.

"Everyone, back on the boat!", Sula shouts at the top of her voice, running about back and forth as she issues frantic orders, "Release those grapples.. Drop that cargo hoist... Ready the engines!"

"They won't start, Captain!", comes the shouted reply from the helmsman.

"Start the aux engines then..."

A begrudging rumble sounds from below decks, and then abruptly cuts off a second later.

"They're dead... We're not going anywhere!"


Sula then turns, and looks back towards the incoming cruiser, which is now bearing down at full speed towards the two stranded vessels.

"Abandon ship! They're gonna ram us!"

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Sula

You leap from the deck of the ship and plunge into the water, as you hit the water you hear the roar of patrol cruiser slamming into your ship.

"Get them! Get them all!" You hear from the the patrol vessel before you vanish beneath, swimming as fast and far as you can, when you raise your head for air you can see the patrol ship finishing off the last of your vessel.
You reach the beach and rest a moment knowing that the patrol shall be there soon...
the sun was setting and darkness spreading... You notice someone sitting on the beach with a black wide rimmed hat smoking a cigerette,
"Odd night for a swim ain't it ma'am?"

Pulling herself to her feet in a hurry, Sula casts a brief, startled stare towards the figure.

"And just who the hell would you be?", she hisses as she begins a brisk stride towards the man, while at the same time, her right hand reaches towards the short blade which is rather discreetly tucked into the side of her belt.

"A friend, perhaps.", the figure says calmly as the enraged Sula moves closer. He takes a drag off his cigarette, and then releases it in a thoughtful manner. His eyes fall upon the blade which the woman, who was now standing in front of him, was fingering all-too-eagerly. "But I wouldn't do that if I were you..", he says, shaking his head.

"And why shouldn't I?", Sula snaps back sharply in response.

"Because I would think that you have more important things to worry about at the moment...", he says, lifting the hand which holds the smoldering cigarette. He motions with an offhand sort of gesture towards a spot down further along the beach, where a party of about half a dozen well-armed men from the patrol ship were combing along the shore.

"They're looking for you, no doubt...", he says, and then takes another , much longer drag of his cigarette.

Sula mutters something under her breath -- a curse, or an oath, most likely, and her fingers leave the hilt of her knife for the moment.

"I could help you...", the cigarette-smoking figure continues, still speaking in his calm and cool tone of voice.

Sula nods her head, rolling her shoulders in a slight bit of a shrug. "Looks like I don't have much of a choice, eh?"

The man nods his head, and drops his cigarette, rubbing the glowing ember into the sand with the heel of his shoe.


He then reaches into a fold of his jacket, and pulls out a pair of small, yellow, spherical objects. Sula barely has time to observe what they are before he then tosses the two spheres towards the ground.

The moment they make contact with the sand, a sharp, ear-splitting *CRACK* resonates through the air.

Everything surrounding Sula changes, melting, twisting, becoming distorted before finally falling away completely -- the beach, the ocean horizon, the rocky outcroppings -- everything. Everything except for the man standing opposite of her.

She then feels herself lurching forwards, blackness overtaking her as she subsequently loses consciousness.

OOC I'm going to kidnap control of certain characters this weekend unless there players reappear - players can pick them backup once their situations become more interesting as I think over the run up to the holidays everybody (especially me got uber busy and distracted!) note on coming things are the Kalidascope wars exactly what would happen when a mages tower appeared in the centre of your cybernetic distopia? or worst enemy vanished in place of a duplicate of your own empire from a dark distant future? aswell as the crusade fought by the awakened

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She didn't know how long had passed as the world slowly came back into view, a fuzzy haze
"Good horizon Sula" the man sat opposite her upon a rock dull grey eyes staring dispassionatly, you didn't quite recognise your surroundings... but something was tingling in the back of her mind
"Where am I!" she half shouted - she could hear the ocean in the background...
"Don't you know?" he turned to see a small common cottage the kind that working class types lived in on their pay masters land...
"It can't be... they destroyed it..." she shot up and started towards the small building...
"Did they? oh..." he looked up a moment and grinned "so they did!" with that you remember that they had burnt it to the ground the crackeling and hissing as the fire was stoked by the wind... she turned back to him as the smell of smoke flared at your nostrels... she turned back to see the chared remains of the cottage... the lapping of the ocean in the distance.
"But it was just there... How did you make me see that!" she turned emotions flared
"did I do that... I suppose I may have... but then it was you who reminded me so I suppose... prehaps... you did it?"
"What are you talking about!" she snapped at him
"your liniare point a to point b to point c you I brought you to point a where you remembered point b leading you to point c... so I suppose you burnt the wood thing down..."
"Your insane! what are you babbeling about?" her blood boiled
"Your perception of reality and time led to the inevitable conclusion" he shrugged "I personnally don't care so I had no interest in maintaining the reality I had envisioned from a brief glimpse into your essence... as such your perception took control and reformed reality in something that made more sense..."
She stood enraged, upset and utterly confused...
"I assumed understanding would be hard to achieve. The universe is maintained in balance, that balance has been broken, people who have a particularly strong will and an essence that is powerful... I shaln't get onto that at the moment... have the ability to manipulate reality as it rapidly decays... You may have noticed that things were a little odd recently? That is due to diffrent realities colliding, universes merging, imploding, exploding, disolving, never having existed or having always existed although they never did... you are one of the people who possesses the power to manipulate reality, to move through realities, to create what many would consider magic..." he paused stared "Prehaps I'm going a bit fast for you?"
At that moment a dark void opened and a being, dark blue, dressed in black and armed with viscious blades appeared - it's inhuman yellow eyes stare at her...
"I suppose now is as good a time as any for you to get some practice" he sat back and sipped on his small bottle of liquid

And lo, the great thread, once thought lost amoung the store front rises from the deep to rejoin it position in you post list!
Vixtoh

Slightly disconserted about not getting her armor repaired she sighs, "Well thank you anyway, but I must be off none the less, hopefully I can find someone to attached some chainmail to it for me soon before I once again stride to the north."

With that she walks to her claymore and prepares to leave.

(ooc: have no idea what to do with hammer :?: )