Yosef_Vanya

XD that looks like you, Syph.

The imp was thrown back by Kirae, and shurgged off the blow with ease. Being thrown around wouldn't hurt the imp as much as getting shot up by three family gunners with itchy fingers.

You can't run from what's inside you.

Abram melted into the floor again only to reappear exactly where she would be coming out. He was playing a twisted game of cat and mouse with her, excecpt the cat could melt though floors and blend in with it's surroundings -- even become it's surroundings.

Excecpt, he didn't chase after her. He stood there for a while, thinking over what might be happening in the next room over.

Next, the three imps hopped on to Abram's back and looked at eachother quietly. One of the violent imps began to laugh a little bit, quickly followed by the other two. The imp that seemed to crave human attention loathed it in reality. It lived off seeing people in pain, it liked seeing people who we're begging for mercy think he was their friend, and then he would show them that he wasn't. A twisted little creature he was.

Abram laughed to himself. "Indeed we are not alone." He then melted into the floor?

The two imps began ripping the surrounding place to shreads. They spit fire at everything they could get their hands on, they jumped around and clawed the sides of the hallway, ripping bits and pieces off the sides. They worked like a seamless team, one did the surface while the other followed and burnt the wires underneath.

Abram reappeared on the other side of the two imps tearing up the hall. He looked different. Not too different, but he had a different shirt on, he wore a ripped trench coat, and he let off a slight pink light.

"Another important part of being a hero is always being on your guard."

The imp sitting on Kirae went ballistic. He jumped into her face screeching and clawing at her.

I beleive it's 12 months without leaving.

No one's gotten there and lived.

I want my 9 month vet reward, Sabin. I've been here two days less than Syph.

"Well, that sucks." Abram didn't seem too pleased with the response. "I'm not going to baby sit you. You look to be old enough to live on your own and shouldn't have to have someone there to help you up after every fall."

He turned around and sighed. "Part of being a great hero is being able to get up after every fall and keep on fighting. Even if they are nearly dead. Look at Hero 1, even though there's a good posibility he's powering Nemesis' ultimate weapon, but the example he set with going to the Rikti Homeworld against all odds inspired hope in a world that seemed to face destruction in the coming hours."

The two imps that had been fighting suddenly grew very quiet and calm. There was something wrong. They didn't know what, but there was something there watching -- no, waiting.

It just hit me today in class that that was where it was from. >.>

I should have googled it. <.<

Hm. Let me do this.

quod per sortem sternit fortem:
"and very sortem to throw to the ground by chance"

That's all I got.

Quod - and

Het, Pet, Qet - ???

Sorrem, Sortem - rumex, genus

Steniit, Stenmt - ???, ???

Fortem - by chance, by luck, accidentally, perchance

And ??? [rumex, genus] ??? by chance.

Upon closer look and from the characters name. It appears to be Norse or Greek.

I must say, as suprisng as this might sound, I'm determined to find the meaning and it has made my day... less dull and boring.

Oh... Abdul Alharzed, amirite?

EDIT: More specifically, Necromonicon.

The words are HP Lovecraft in nature, IIRC.

The imp looked at Kirae and appeared happy to get the attention he wanted. He then crawled up her arm and sat on her shoulder. He didn't intend to hurt her by doing this if she were to be hurt from it.

"Well, what happened? Did you fall on it? Did you break it? Did you pull it from flying? If that is what you do to get around." Abram didn't feel too sorry for the girl, he had received his fair share of injuries but he always played though the pain, though, he didn't have bone wings growing out of his back. So maybe they were super sensitive wings? He didn't know, for all he knew, they could be fake and she just craved the attention.

"Well, nice to meet you, Kirae. You didn't answer my question, though. I'll assume you're okay as you can stand and talk coherently." Abram helped her up and gave her a smile. "Beleive it or not, I don't know what happened. I wasn't here a minute ago, either."

Abram's imp releaxed a little bit and crawled across to Kirae's arm. It looked shy, but it had a will to help this girl. It gave her a slight tug in an attempt to shift her attention.

Meanwhile, the other two imps were busy fighting over a particular spent casing that was different than all the others. These two always fought over small and stupid things, they couldn't hurt eachother badly, but it wasn't good to have bad blood between eachother.

Several short hisses and growls followed by a few blows were exchanged before they gave it up and jumped around like a pair of children fighting over stupid things that didn't matter.

((Written with MrKrazy))

Deception

The day passed normally until exactly six local time. Grandville's busy docks were calm and quiet - so quiet you could hear a pin drop from fifty feet. That's what had happened exactly, a pin had fallen and everyone stopped and looked in the direction.

Men, women, children, metahumans, and all the rest stopped where they stood and stared at this pin that had fallen from seemingly no where. What fell next was stranger - come on people, you don't see a book falling from the sky every day do you? It's paged flipped around to reveal micro-thin sheets of metal that had a strange script written upon it. What ever the script it's entire alphabet had to have at least 200 characters. Or were those characters combinations of two? Truly it was nonsense. Or was it?

Just then a seemingly normal individual walked to the strange book and the pin, it bent down and picked them up. He spun around looking though the crowds to see if anyone or anything was watching him. He was clear and he began walking. Walking towards the center of the city.

Grandville had alot of steps and alot of Arbiters. Each Arbiter looked at this thing strangely and let him pass though the gates, the scanners finding nothing strange - magical or technological. It was in the clear. The city that day was quiet, there wasn't a cloud in the sky either. A slight breeze picked up as it looked upwards at the entire height of the Grandville tower. The breeze died as the figure walked inside the tower.

Security checks were made, checks were passed, checked three times, made again, and passed. It wasn't an everyday occurrence that Lord Recluse would take audience to a "third party contractor," as he would soon call this man -- no, group. Four Bane Spider Elites surrounded this individual as he walked the corridors of the tower, making sure it stuck to their paths and saw no more than what was necessary. They didn't plan on this obvious proxy living longer than the meeting any ways.

A flash of light. A deafening sound. A silent word spoken. A page turned in the book of time. Time was slowed.

One by one, faster than you could blink, they disappeared and reappeared in the same places. True and complete assimilation, what a horrible and beautiful thing it was. The ability to mimic and replace virtually anything and everything with machines instantly was a scary thought to ponder. The truth of the matter was that it was possible and it was being used to infiltrate the highest branches of government undetected and faster than any plague has ever spread before - only this plague could not be cured or stopped.

The four, freshly assimilated elites rounded the corner with the proxy. The five were greeted with a curt nod and another security check. Nothing was wrong. Obviously, they needed better security devices. The hallway to Recluse's personal chambers was lined with defenses, magical runes of warding, force fields, and yet more Elites, all futile in their attempt to defend the most powerful man in Arachnos. The door clicked open, and all five of them entered, the false Elites bowing to Recluse in order to keep up appearances.

"Ah, the long awaited representative. I hope you find Grandville to be accomodating in your stay." He greeted, untenting his hands and lifting his head, almost lounging in his chair in order to give a more relaxed mood. "Well, don't just stand there, sit down." He gestured to a seat vaguely with his chin, a Bane Spider pulling up a chair.

It took a seat and listened to Recluse, "What would you know about my organization, Mr. Recluse?" The representative spoke more like a machine rather a man with a free will. He had somewhat of a lawyer-like tone. He could almost pass as a lawyer with his looks, black suit, black suitcase, tie, fancy glasses, all that jazz. Recluse also took particular notice of his obvious use of the word organization.

So, my suspiscions were sound.

Recluse would not be one to reveal his cards so early in the game, choosing to answer his question with a slight shrug and the phrase, "Enough to hypothesize at the reason for your helping Arachnos." To anyone other than a fake man, this would sound completely truthful, however, given the organizations mysterious nature, it was obviously a bluff, at least to the mechanoid.

"Over the years, we have been watching you. We have recently made the decsion to help you publically with funds and technologies we have researched ourselves or we have empolyed people to research. These will be delivered directly to Doctor Skjebne and to no one else. We choose to help you because we beleive that you have the capibility and the will to rule the entire world one day. With our help, you will be able to acheive this goal sooner and with fewer casualties in your ranks." The proxy leaned forward and looked Recluse in the eye. A dangerous move, however, effective. His gaze gave the desired effect to the lord of spiders.

"Ah, yes, I suspected as much." Again, a bluff. "However, one thing does bother me. Why Arachnos? Unless you are based in the Rogue Isles, there would be no reason to look at Arachnos to assist. I am not going to lie to you, Arachnos is not as powerful across the channel to the west as I'd like it to be, and companies such as Malta and the Council have a much firmer foothold in Paragon than I, surely a more desireable position than here." He leaned forward, matching the challenge made by the proxy. "So again, I reiterate. Why Arachnos, specifically?"

"Why Arachnos? We chose Arachnos because we beleive they are the right organization for the job. You have the man power, you have the name, you have the notierity, you have the super-powered. We have only a few of those, Mr. Recluse." The proxy blinked. "We can make you the most powerful channel in the west -- no, the entire world. All it requires to a little cooperation."

Despite his obviously flattering response and his somewhat... Odd, word choice, Recluse felt that no more would be gotten from him on this particular matter, instead choosing to lean back yet again and change the subject.

"So, this organization of yours. What is its nature? I trust there's no hidden agenda involved in giving us these resources?"

"Obviously we're all lawyers trying to trick you into selling us your soul, Mr. Recluse. The only 'hidden agenda' would be our hopes of gaining a seat of power after the eventual world domination. Say, 40% of the world? You split it into 10 population zones, we get the low and very low population zones and we call it even?" The proxy laughed to himself.

The sarcasm included in the first sentence was not appreciated by Lord Recluse, and his laser-pointer eyes narrowed at the statement. "I see" he stated, again leaning forward and tenting his hands beneath his chin. "I suppose that could be done. Which areas did you plan on getting? I suppose I could surrender Siberia and Greenland, if you'd like."

What was he saying? It wasn't like him to speak as if he'd already won. However, something about this man made him feel... Confident in his victory. Something about him made him feel sure that he would win.

In either case, his offer had been made.

"Mr. Recluse. Let's set a number of population that is set to be 'low', so my bosses know what to expect. A fair number would be what to you?"

[censored]. Recluse thought, realizing the trap he'd been lured into.

"Well, I suppose roughly ten or fifteen people per square mile would be fair." Negotiation was always a pain.

"That sounds fine. I personally, would like to see the number raised to fifteen or twenty per square mile, but the number you have supplied is fine. It's better than what Malta threw at us. I will get back to you on details of our confirmation of the deal or not. If we accecpt, expect to see Skjbene's personal bank account skyrocket, along with any stocks he currently holds in the world wide market. If you wanted to make a fair sum of money, I'd suggest looking into those."

So, it was true! Arachnos had not been their first choice. Recluse inwardly fumed at this. They were toying with him! And worse, lying! However instead of outwardly showing this, he simply stood up and offered his hand. "Thank you, I will look into those. I appreciate your taking time out of your busy schedule to visit me regarding this deal, and I do hope that you get back to me soon."

The proxy stood up and shook Recluse's hand. He turned around and walked out of the room. He turned the corner and melted.

Not having much experience dealing with people, Abram kept his distance, he had what you might call a half-smile on his face. He wasn't happy to see this, but wasn't angry as it brought excitement into his life.

He calmly began to answer Kirae's question, "I am Abram. Who are you?" He didn't much like giving his last name out to people who might not be completely friendly. "Are you okay?"

His coat spread appart at the back and the front as the three imps hidden inside crawled out and began jumping around the hallway looking at the surroundings. They were shy creatures, oddly enough, considering that they caused so much destruction.

He then held his hand towards Kirae.

The leading imp, who seemed to be the bravest around people, crawled up Abram's legs and jumped on to his wrist and hung there looking at Kirae with a questioning face. The imp, following Abram's example, held his small smokey hand out.

My 50s, names under.

((Oh! NOW It lets me post.))

Abram jumped up towards the top level of platforms in the Portal Corp building that he was currently in. He grabbed on to the platform's edge and pulled himself up. He began to run along the platform, down the set of stairs, over again to the other end of the platform's first layer and jumped up to get on to the ramp that lead out of this place.

He came to the usual fork in the road, so to speak. He could either waste time going up either or save time by jumping up and saving a few seconds. He did exactly that, he jumped up and landed into a weird scene.

Where there was a door, there was simply a broken piece of steel in it's place, spines stuck in the floor, walls, and ceeling, spent casings laying astray, important papers, and other things that didn't belong in Portal Corp. He didn't know who or what did this, all he knew is that he had to be prepared for everything -- even his own Praetorian.

He was ready for everything, but not what he found. After turning the corner, he came across a small girl -- a small winged girl laying on the ground.

Was she the one who caused all this? Did she create the alert? Was she harmful or was she simply another hero he had not seen before? Either way, he approached her with caution.

A curious Fire Imp poked it's head out from Abram's trench coat. It didn't know what to think either. It kind of sat there and looked at Abram, then to the girl, then back to Abram, then back to the girl, and then back to the other two Imps hiding in the coat.

"Uhh... hello?"

Oh... uhh... sorry dude.

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Hey guys.. I am such a noob when it comes to navigating where I can sign up... but I am interested in a Test server pvp sg. Care to help a noob like me find my home?

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I'm not one to call out but, hey look who it is, Zmobie the bear. Aren't you that person from TIG who acts like Sir's [censored]? Aren't you that person who insults Integrity but yet wants to join them?

((Oh noes! Yosef RPing again! The end is near!))

Casual fridays, nothing could beat them. Nothing was better to do on a Friday like this than traveling forward and backwards in time to kick some Council Empire's [censored] -- but on his particular casual Friday, there were much better things to be doing.

Abram Yakovushka was a man of average height. He was around 5'10", weighed no more than 140 pounds, could manipulate fire and control the kinetic properties of those around him for both good and for bad. His fire control extended so far that he could create creatures of fire and smoke.

Yakovushka was a regular at Portal Corp, everyone knew his name, everyone knew who he was and what he did. Abram, as people called him for short, was finishing up his daily routine of smashing some Council face when he was notified of a breech in Portal Corp -- sepcifically the building of Portal Corp he was in. Immediately, he left the past and went back to the present.

The present was not a good place to be at the moment, the instant he left his portal he was confronted with a scene of pure chaos; people everywhere, gasses being sprayed, hydra being killed, explosions, rapid heating and cooling, and other things. He didn't know what was going on.

Acting purely on instinct, he coughed up a thick smoky substance and watched as it soon found it's way thoughout the room. Throwing his hands up he engulfed himself and the surrounding area of 10 feet in flames. Anyone who happened to be in this area would feel tired.

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Was thinking something expounding on that nemesis plot that copies villains and creates full-powered clockwork clones. That story SCREAMS with potential.

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*chuckles*

Romove @Yosef Vanya please.

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tsk tsk tsk.
Bad spelling right there.
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You forgot a period at the end there, and did not capitalize the first word of the sentence.

Excuse my bad english slang, but...

WTF PWNT.


<3 fates...especially ones named -cheap date, then calling me a w to the hore. lol @ me just remembering that and lol'ing.

ALSO lol @ me speling [censored] w to the hore b/c forums won't let me express my lol'ness.

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Would you like a hamburger, Shin? I sure could go for one right now. Does your McDonalds/Arbys/Wendys/made-up-place take gold dust?

Fire/Kin and Fire/Kin or Fire/Kin and Spines/Regen.

Liar. It's always been that.