DeviousMe
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In that case, you might be interested to know that I'm from Austria. Though if you asked me to give up my gun...
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Wow. I never realized yalls got so...serious about all this. >_> No wonder my RP style didn't mesh well with yours. That's some very different stuff than what this side of the pond does. If someone's willing to take a suggestion though, I think I got something for ya:
When you start an RP, whether game- or board-based, post the rules.
Let people know what you expect from them when you present the setting. Whether you want to stick strictly to what can be done in-game, branch out free-form, use the game as a general guideline, or anywhere in between - just tell people that before they get involved. Then if someone doesn't like that set of rules, they won't come in, and there won't be any of these arguments.
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Elven Forest - Heart Tree
Jade's tail gave a twitch upon the little fae uprooting the vines from her own arms, but he managed to stop himself from interfering. No telling what following the instinct to lick those woulds would've caused at this point. With a mixture of eager excitement and nervous concern, he awaited the results of the mentioned summoning...
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VFSSR KAGO
High Orbit
He looked upon the patchwork world that hovered 'in front of' the bridge's transparent forward hull with disdain. So the High General Nev'oroxis had escaped. He glanced at the virtual text of the report that floated in his sight. Temporal disturbance from unidentified source, hm? Perturbing.
As he pondered, the debris field's extermination reached sufficient progress. He ordered fire ceased. The fleet's cannons went silent. Dropships departed to retrieve the team of shock troops...and their captive?
His eyes narrowed. He didn't like what he was reading there. He ordered the unidentified lifeform brought straight to him. There would be answers - and speaking of...
The ERIKA broke formation. Preparations were made, systems checked. The Oblivion Gate was soon ready, as was the transition drive. Not a few minutes later, several million kilometers out, a shockwave bounced through hyperspace as the ERIKA vanished from the material universe, course set for Ag'xis... -
Hmm. Now you've got me curious: what'd you guys do when they came out with Hami-Os?
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M'kay, at first this was just someone's curiosity, but now that it's mutated into this, I have to wonder: is it really that important to explain IC why/where/how your character got more powerful in-game? Do you do the same when you slot new enhancements? Mind yalls, everyone's free to do what they want, but it seems needlessly complicated to me.
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Rawr.
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((Hm. Alright, well, let's give it a shot. 4 people should be enough for some decently unpredictable RP, and maybe I can even poke Crimson into coming back again, heh.))
Elven Forest - Heart Tree
Jade hadn't been able to help a snicker through squiggly lips at the little fae's tantrum, waiting patiently until things had settled down. Once they finally had, he wanted to know, "So uh...what now...?"
((Kyzock, since I was the last one to make a post for At, I'm not sure how to continue without a response on your part. If you like however, we can skip ahead to Negative Rise either getting captured or getting away since I don't think he can win this fight. Even archvillains tend to go down when put up against a whole team, after all.))
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UFO Over Paragon International
Friday, November 19th 2010
Paragon International Airport nearly became a scene of mass hysteria in the early hours of this Friday morning as a massive unidentified flying object believed to be a starship descended to within a few hundred feet of the north-shout runway flight line and taxiway, utterly halting airport operations across the tarmac, and eventually shutting down the entire airport as rumors spread and frightened citizens awaited what would happen next.
The 'PAIFO', as it has become known to Paragon's citizens, remained for no more than two minutes before disappearing again. Source withheld by request.
"At first, we thought it was the Rikti come back." commented an aircraft maintenance technician directly under the object as it appeared above, "But then it didn't do squat. Before we knowed it, up it goes again, and there's a box next to me."
According to numerous further witnesses, the Paragon International UFO did indeed climb away less than two minutes after its first appearance, taking with it every last question in the minds of the people below, and leaving behind a mysterious artifact that contained a message not of peace, not of war, but of something else entirely - a request for aid.
From what has been disclosed thus far, whoever was on board that craft stated of themselves as coming from an alternate reality they call 'ReelWorld'. Speculation persists as to why, but the message reportedly made no mention of this, instead jumping directly to describing their version of Earth - a world torn by war and political strife, and in a great degree of need. Furthermore, it seems that the inhabitants of this sister Earth have not a single super-powered individual among them, which is severely hampering relief efforts.
To combat this chaos, it seems this craft's crew has decided to visit a number of alternate realities in which Earth exists and request donations of the inhabitants to supplement the efforts of Reel-Earth's own relief- and aidgivers. The citizens of Paragon City, and indeed our entire world, thus find ourselves in the position of our own heroes, having been given the means and ability to make a difference on, and perhaps even save, an entire world. To this end, the City Council and numerous other organizations have already established collection centers throughout the city, where citizens may give aid to our sister Earth the ReelWorld, and become to its people what so many of our protectors are to us - heroes.
To view a full transcript of the visitors' message and find out how you can help the ReelWorld, please visit our website. Super-powered or not, all donations are welcome and appreciated. Don't wait. Become a ReelWorld hero today! -
tátna Zbrojovka v Borgalských Vrchoch
Several Hours Later..
Soft, yellow-white light flickered into the office as the doors opened before him, slate-gray metal sliding aside and into the walls with the same near-silence as always. By the time they'd come fully open, the warm illumination of the now-active overhead lights had chased the darkness from the room, back through the large window panes that formed the wall behind his bulky, semicircular desk, the twinkles of the stars outside upon the firmament a welcome and soothing sight.
He disliked meetings. He didn't hate them. But he disliked them, yes. What did they even need him for in those gargantuan conference rooms? They knew how to do their jobs. Perhaps if he relocated the meetings here? It was a thought. After all, despite the gray-on-gray decor of the metal plating that composed floor, walls, and ceiling, he felt much more at ease here. Probably because the place was more defensible. He smirked. Once infantry, always infantry.
With an eased sigh, he gradually rounded the extensive desk, the four fingers of his orange-skinned hand giving the large chair a pull to come about so he could sit. Another sigh left his nostrils as the firm leather responded, supporting his weight.
Then he looked upon the transparent display of the holoscreen. A message, hm? Odd. He hadn't expected any more for today. A thought commanded it displayed. The screen obeyed.
Thank you again for letting me borrow Halmss' Human Memorial Museum. It proved very helpful in my undertaking. Unfortunately, I managed to reduce the land warfare exhibit by two of the Lion exosuits. I promise to make any reparations you see fit. All other exhibits have been returned to their proper places, and the museum has been again anchored in the channel of Kago Park.
Since you will no doubt wish to know now, the operation was a success. Marginal, but a success nonetheless. This Earth was much, much more chaotic and divided than I had previously thought, and I have to admit in many ways frightens me. If you would like, I have attached some of my collected data for you to review. You might find it interesting.
Once again, thank you for lending me the museum.
- Vyachslav
He regarded the display for some time. A human world in chaos, hm? There was something new. Well, he supposed it couldn't hurt to take a look at the data. It took but a command after all, and...
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Well. He definitely hadn't expected that. Vyachslav had always carried a habit of understatement, but this was a tad much even for the young sun eater. If these humans didn't watch it...he shuddered to think of the consequences.
"Oxana." he spoke with a firm and commanding tone, "Inform the fleet they are to make ready to get under way. We are leaving within the hour. Prepare the oblivion gate. We will be going far."
The intercom he'd addressed crackled a curt confirmation. There was no need for more. As he stood again and turned to look out the windows into the star-filled darkness, he knew his orders were on their way. It wouldn't take long. And then...well, he supposed he'd just have to take a look at this...'Earth'...himself.
From the window he watched it all come alive, light upon light crashing into the darkness, shadow upon shadow chased from the black-gray plating of hull after hull as the fleet made ready to depart...
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Quote:Not sure if you meant server-side or not, but I for one thoroughly enjoyed it. Not only did it provide a good bit more depth to Dominic's character, but I gotta say it was a twist that I did not see coming - and I'm usually pretty good at that.Originally Posted by Thunderrar
Yey done, well....thats my epilogue done, for all i rp with, its important to read, anyone else...have a looksie if you feel like it.
Gonna be interesting to see where this goes from here, so I'm hoping there'll be stuff happening boards-side so I can read it, heh heh. -
And again comes the sarcasm and condescension. Sigh. It's depressing, really. I ask you a question, and you scoff at me and try to offend me instead of presenting a meaningful dialogue. I'm not going to bother going further with this. Trying to talk with you is obviously meaningless, and I'm not in the mood for any more of your hateful prattle.
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Sigh...again? Really?
Y'know, I'd thought about putting a rant here, but then I decided not to get angry. Instead I figured I'd just straight-up ask: what do I need to do to stop you from changing my actions? Seriously. What will stop you from overriding what I've written? -
Quote:Vyachslav rejoiced as both the individual impulse on his scanner as well as the broadcasts of Tomb's mind vanished. Visual confirmation coming only from the 'eyes' of the underwater mechanoids, he had no idea the Nightwalker had taken her essence with him. As far as he could tell, and technically it was even true, Tomb was dead.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
Tomb shrieks in fear as the void grenade explodes close to her, the purplish shell expands over, it remains for a full minute before fading as it does so Tomb returns. Her eyes have withered, becoming two sunken orbs of a coal black substance, tears of blood flow down her cheeks, she screams something in some nightmare language, before collapsing forwards to lay face down in the dirt, dead.
Regrettably, his intelligence regarding this world made it somewhat doubtful she'd stay that way. Just about everybody here seemed to have a revolving door relationship with death. Sadly, he couldn't do anything about that...
Overhead, Vyachslav passed in intermittently powered glide, a beat of his burning-orange wings giving further thrust every now and then as he sailed through the storm, leaving a trail of vapors resulting from ash and dust coming apart in the energy fields of his wing skins.Quote:Originally Posted by Thunderrar
They all ran in the same direction, avoiding any of the dark tendrils sprouting from the island now, eventually they would reach the water and start swimming from the island, far enough for their teleportation to work so they could return home.
Though he couldn't see them through the dense, dark clouds, the presences below weren't lost upon him. Another order went to the ship, and its jammers shut down. They would no longer attempt to waylay those who tried to jump off the island this way. The Insidium ore still might've had other ideas, of course... -
Quote:Aye, I have to admit that despite my muse wanting to bury you all with sneakiness and savage abuse of both in-game and real-world physics, it might be better if we just picked an outcome OOC and went with it. Maybe CB picking a number between 1 and 50 and whoever guesses closest gets the win.Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha
I think we're getting to the point where we're going to have to actually settle down and decide (Or CB decides, as its his plot) just how this ends.
Because I know exactly what we're going to get otherwise; a lot of people waving around bigger and bigger powers and a giant ePeen contest, and tempers will erupt as people don't get their way or other peoples actions and writing steps on their toes. That's pretty much guarenteed 100% in any situation like this.
Mind you, I'm not personally opposed to the Nightwalker escaping with Tomb. It'd actually be one of the better endings for me because Big V couldn't just follow if that happened (and I do imagine his base of operations is detection-shielded and such).
Yeah, what happened to those anyway? Haven't they blown up yet? I thought they were supposed to feed everybody to Cthulhu or something?Quote:Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha
So, are we going to get some sort of agreement here? Or is the thread just going to go the same was as one of theo Vortex Grenades?
Insidium Inshmidium! It doesn't mean I can't damn well try! Nothing ventured, nothing gained!Quote:Originally Posted by Night_Watcher
Nooo, you can't teleport Tomb directly to your ship DeviousMe, the insidium greatly disrupts it. Also, I'd guess by now Big V would've been killed by the entropy thing, as he's been right next to the source and by now it's reached all over the island. O.o
And yeah, it tried. Almost succeeded too. That's where the missing foot and energy/life drain came from. He's haulin' butt from it now. I'm just waiting for those still in the mine to post getting out (or not) before I do so with him since I don't want to go and pass them without giving them a chance to do something if they want. -
Storm?
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I think I might be, depening on the scope of reaction you're anticipating. I tend to respond to corrupted officals who have the law on their side with decidedly unheroic characters.
If you're looking more for the true-blue heroes who obey the law while they fight this, ala Superman, I don't think you'd like me throwing wrenches of evil and violence into your works.
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Your sarcasm and condescension are unnecessary, unwarranted, and unappreciated, both here and in your PM. I've dropped the issue and moved on. There is nothing more to discuss.
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Vyachslav cursed. The pain must've been affecting his concentration more than he'd thought. It was the only immediate explanation of his stupidity, of making the neophyte's mistake to not confirm the placement of his forces during a flanking maneuver. His experience should've told him otherwise. Instead, he'd not even followed the most basic of logic.
He would not do so again.
Pushing the pain into the furthest recesses of his mind, he reassessed the situation. There was no point in continuing to fire. If the Nictus' shields could annul all those attacks presently directed at Tomb and him, the 'deck guns' didn't have a chance against their resistive power. Worse yet, none of the others around looked to even have been perturbed by them, despite the deadly shocks their shells had trailed. The only one that seemed to have even been affected in any way was the Priest, and he was already back up and at full power once more. Disturbing and, all things considered, rather frightening.
So Vyachslav analyzed. And thought. And calculated. His opponents were tougher, more aware, faster, and more powerful than he...but maybe, just maybe, he had the edge in smarts. And tricks. Yes. On even ground, he was no match for them. He couldn't go up against them.
He'd have to go around them.
The beginning teleportation! That could be it! If he acted quickly enough.
Calculations yielded results. Yes, it could work. The defenses of a Nictus were chiefly based on mitigation, meaning they resisted harm instead of deflecting it - and even if that resistance fully annulled incoming strikes, it didn't redirect them.
The order came like greased lighting. He was taking control of the ship. Generators spun up, breakers clacked, circuits completed. Less than a second after the Nightwalker had said his last words, a short-range warp pad attempted to lock on to Tomb and yank her right over and on board the vessel, trying to teleport the foe into its dispatch bay.
From there, things would end quickly and simply. Vyachslav had no intent to gloat, or to even let her know where she'd been taken. The internal defenses would shoot her, several plasma bolter turrets tasked with reducing the girl to monoatomic vapors the instant she came aboard... -
There's nothing to talk over. You know what you did and I'll go with it this once. Don't do it again. End of discussion.
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Quote:Sigh...fine. But you'd better not change my actions to suit your whims again. Seriously, that's majorly rude and thoroughly bad RPing.Originally Posted by Pious
He shielded Tomb with his own body and took the bullets Dev. If both machines were in the water, the angles could not have been that far apart.
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How? They came from two different directions, remember? Unless he's got a head the size of his ego, there's literally no possible way he blocked them both.
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Quote:Exactly. It's just been delayed. Wording changed to account for the lack of self-awareness, though.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
It's not something that can be harmed, delayed yes, but not harmed, it's not after all alive.
Have you ever had a dream where you were falling? Or drowning?
That's what it is, a dream made real, a dream of the end of the universe. It's little more than a creeping process spreading through the island, it doesn't even have a mind.
While that's a very noble deed (also, rassenfrassen precognitive super-strong-reflex-speedstersQuote:Originally Posted by Pious
Priest reacted in reflex. He had only enough time to push himself in the way, his skull taking the hit. He knelt there motionless as life slowly drained from him.), I do need to point something out: the Priest took one hit for Tomb...but no one stopped the second bullet.
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Quote:Nope. Technically, the people defending the island from us are the law (term used loosely) and we're all foreign invaders attacking their people and soil.Originally Posted by Crazy_Dragon
Just popped into my head just now, but:
If the world's governments are so eager to keep the island a satellite blackspot, it is actually under any one of their juristictions? Never thought to ask until now. :S
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Sector F11
Sub Pen
Quote:Strangely enough, in response to this the mechanoids held fire. While this may have seemed illogical, there was indeed good reason. They'd been ordered to kill Tomb - and no one else. Though pure coincidence, the Nightwalker had discovered a means to protect the girl from their assault.Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha
Moving with a grace that defied his size and apparent build, he positioned himself between Tomb and the water, while still facing her.
For now.
They lay in wait for a while, moving little more than centimeters in the wake of the tides as those aboard the getaway submersible spoke, offered, postured, and threatened. None of it mattered to them. They were machines. They had directives. Everything else truly was irrelevant...
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Sector D5
Ye Olde Insidium Mine
Vyachslav practically froze when he suddenly 'heard' mental broadcasts once more. It was as if a veil had been lifted, like he'd emerged from a thick, viscous fog that had enveloped the world. His 'sight' was back. He didn't know why, and truth be told, he didn't much care. Telepathy worked again! That was what mattered.Quote:Originally Posted by Liz Bathory
[Elizabeth] landed in front of the few left over from her once organised incinerating platoon. Adressing the one zombie knight who still had a flamethrower things had to be decided fast. "You... go down the shaft and burn everything even remotely looking like a containment! And don't stop for anything!" The knight nodded and activated the flamethrower.. then ran inside the darkness knowing full well he would never come out again.
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Elizabeth looked up once more and send out a mental message to Lucard and Erez'Zul. "Get the girl and bring her. But if you cannot... the portal to safety is here and will stay open for at least 30 minutes. She can go down with her island. The virus and process is destroyed!" Then she stepped through the mirror herself.
Not that it really helped in a concrete way at this point, but it was certainly a comfort. The world wasn't as empty and silent anymore, and the constant sensation of being enclosed was gone. Of course, technically he still was - but it didn't feel so anymore.
Of course, the resulting stop gave the manifested nightmare reaching up behind him chance to catch up, and it didn't waste the opportunity. Not that Vyachslav cared. He'd already analyzed the thing below; a form of psi-matter that accelerated the specific time of whatever it touched. He, or rather the people with whom he associated, had encountered such things before. The time trap Vario. The First Harmonic Power's temporal displacement field. The time torpedo. The etatstopper. The list went on. As a result, Vyachslav's associates had long ago developed countermeasures thereto, and he hadn't just left those behind. No, the god killer was no threat whatsoever.
Had his analysis been right.
A screech of pain flooded the mine as a tentacle brushed his right foot, corroding the Yntercite of his exoskeleton, rotting the flesh of his innards, sapping the life from his being. He reached almost instantly, jerking ahead and whirling about in the very same motion, orientation given a damn. Both combi-cannon assemblies snapped from his lower arms and switched firing modes, unseen waves of destruction pulverizing the rock and company between the hammer of the interval cannons and the anvil of space. The tentacle left the equation. So did a chunk of its owner. The god killer, or at least a small piece of it, had been expunged from the mine shaft.
For now.
It would be back. That was a fact Vyachslav knew only too well. Thus he moved. He knew he looked pitiful, dragging the dead, bleeding foot behind him on the three that remained, but he wasn't about to risk another encounter. The anstromites in his armor were already at work regenerating the lost limb, and the diagnostic reported the damage wasn't as extensive as it felt and could be fully repaired, but he had to face facts: next time, he might not be so lucky.
Those thoughts and the pulsing pain of injury in his mind, he hardly even noticed the Blood Countess' undead soldier make its way toward him. What he did note however, was the latest news from the ship - and he cursed its lack of initiative. Fine. So it followed orders. Obviously, that wasn't good enough.
He took control...
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Sub Pen
Below the surface of the water, hidden in its murky ebb and flow, the two lurking mechanoids once more came into motion. As another individual appeared and postured, they moved to a new vantage point from which to target Tomb. The instant Erez'Zul attacked, so did they.Quote:Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha
"Enough!" Nightwalker snapped, a curt gesture making the air itself shimmer slightly. "The girl has a right to answer for herself, to the bidder of her choice. Then, of course, it may be a matter of open debate between proposee's," he added, eyes narrowing, slightly.
In utter silence, a pair of 24mm shells left the water, propelled to supersonic velocities in fractions of a second. The shocks they trailed were a death sentence to any normal human within three meters, and the bullets themselves lethal to even armored vehicles. Their target was Tomb's skull, and they would cover the distance in less time than it took the human eye to complete half a blink. In complete quiet they came, the cacophony of their launch left behind them in the vortices shed.
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((M'kay, so I've been debating back and forth with my muse on reviving this thread in response to that Yydr, but I think in this case it's best to just let sleeping dogs lie. You and I would be the only ones left here - unless I've missed something and there's more interest than I'm aware of - and two people does not a fun RP thread make. So thanks for the push, but it appears this has outstayed its welcome, heh.))