Paradigm_Shift
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Quote:"You're assuming an awful lot about my mindset despite having only known me for, what, thirty seconds? YOU may want to drop the know-it-all pretentious ***** attitude before somebody curbstomps you." Tafari shot off, sounding annoyed.
"Just a word of advice though... you may want to drop the stuck-up attitude before you offend someone with it and find out you're not actually as awesome as you think you are. Just saying."
And then what looked like a meteor streaked into the homeland.
"And that's my exit cue." Tafari declared, turning and heading in the direction the thing ad crashed in. "Nothing else to do here, save perhaps prevent the asswipe scouts here from riddling whatever it is with arrows for no real reason." -
Quote:"Aha. So you ARE from Saint-**** City." Tafari crowed. "That was number 2 on my list. What the HELL are you DOING here playing with the locals when, I don't know, you could be looking for a way to get back home? Presumably you came here for that purpose, but I've been here all of a minute and already I know these people have NOTHING to offer you as far as that goal goes. But hey, a volcano only materialized over Eden a few hours ago. You probably have LOADS of time to waste prancing around, considering your little shithole of a city could be wiped off the map at any time." He entirely ignored the approaching guards.
Apologies, he's from the Rogue Isles... -
We exist as a form of communication for our characters, not the other way around. It's none of our business if the character in question has radically different views which rest on the extreme opposite end of the given spectrum of the issue at hand. It's not the narrator's place to question or judge said character for their views, since that can lead to bias in narration.
The reason why the narrator would even relay FOR a character of a radical opposite mindset being that the story, the ideal and the thoughts created and expounded upon by that character interacting with other characters within an invented realm is a concept beyond good and evil, right or wrong, purity of perversion. -
Quote:Tafari looked at the commander incredulously. "...I don't know what's more adorable. That you think you can tell me what to do, or that I actually CARE about anything you have to say." Without waiting for his reply, Tafari brushed past him and made a bee-line for the springs, where the mountainous gathering of magic was slowly receeding but still present. He didn't address Paxtera just yet, perhaps due to his primary interest being whatever had caused the energy surge in the first place.
"I can list three groups who would kill anything in this valley. One has attacked this gate with rams with out warning. If you seen your family killed by... -
Quote:"Yeah, sorry if my buzz was KILLED by Mr. Eagle Scout up there." Tafari said contemptuously. "I'm in a really foul mood now, and knocking on the big door was a courtesy, seeing as how I could have bypassed it entirely. So open the damn thing and we can talk inside, or..." He trailed off.
"Not much for small talk, are you?"
Paxtera, being a Peacebringer, had innate energy manipulation powers. Tafari was a warm, perpetual and ever-burning flame in that sense - But said flame was begining to increase in heat, intensity and light as the man began to lose patience. And if Paxtera normally possessed the means to do so, it may have been somewhat worrisome that she could not identify the kind of energy the man was capable of utilizing. -
"Well..." Tafari struck a thoughtful pose. "1: I want a look at the world-altering grade A Maleus class magic you geniuses just fired off, 2: Your energy signature tells me that you're a Kheldian. I'm thinking I need to have a word with you, and 3: If it wouldn't kill you, figuring out a way back home from this damn rock via collaboration would be nice."
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Tafari glared up and looked at Paxtera.
"Are you the IDIOT who fired arrows at me without even bothering to LOOK AND SEE WHO IT WAS FIRST?" He roared up at her. By looking out at the front of the gate, she could clearly see it was entirely undamaged. The guards would probably need to ask him about that later. "What if I had been a diplomatic envoy? What's WRONG with you people? Are you completely and utterly void of common sense?!?" -
......So......What is the difference going to be in Kinetic Melee from either super strength or energy melee?
It will either be all smashing, all energy, or a mixture of the two, and it's apparent that it's "thing" is going to be knockback/down/(up?) effects, possibly with a few specials thrown in. But just changing the secondary effect alone isn't really enough to differentiate it. HOW is kinetic melee going to be able to stand alone without seeming like a secondary cosmetic option for either super strength or energy melee? -
The flash arrows went off.
Immediately,three more tremendous knocks were heard on the door. -
Out at the heavy wooden front gate leading into the homeland, situated between two granite masses and a wall of tightly clustered trees, (the same way the others came in,) the guard/s stationed there heard a very loud knock.
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A bolt of golden orange lightning screeched to a halt, leaving glassed sand in its wake.
Tafari craned his head in the direction of the springs, far far away. A deep rumble crept up along the spine of his vestigial physical body, and with his focused perception, he saw. IMMENSE magical energies were building. 'Power.' Tafari thought, his mind performing an instant one-eighty, dropping everything that had preoccupied it just a moment before, and focusing on the roaring second sun that had popped up into the sky. He stood there and stared at the (to most everyone else, anyway) invisible monumental mass of power funneling down into a single location. 'Feels like an interdiction of...something? Very specific. No ritual, substituted with build-up. Conducted by...A SINGLE entity? Feels like Djinn, but...No. And wait, what the hell am I thinking? This isn't the Rogue Isles anymore. That build-up could be a new mass about to appear. Maybe this is what brings new places here.'
"Screw it. Whatever it is, I like, I want." He said to himself, grinning savagely and turning to look at the aproximate location of the power surge. "Apparently some ******** missed the memo. Firing off magic of that grade is just like asking to be curbstomped by everybody and their cousin when they come a' callin'."
In an instant, Tafari was gone, racing at super-human speeds and trailing golden-orange energy that glassed the ground as he shot toward the Elven homeland. -
Nitpick here, but dissection would be a in-depth study of a DEAD specimen. A super-hero would not get that privelage. At the end of the line, once they're sure they can't get anything else, they will vivisect said superhero. It won't leave much for a post-vivisection, post-mortem dissection.
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'Well that was a surprise.' The arthropod thought to itself before glancing at the forces mobilizing behind it. 'These idiots didn't listen to me, are incapable of higher though, and yet paradoxically have technology almost on par with late pre-singularity. No point in sticking around.' The arthropod concentrated upon its inner being, tapping its willpower and becoming one with its shield-like exoskeleton, becoming immune to pain, and started to secrete a liquid with gel-like consistency that hardened immediately into a temporary shell-coating as hard as titanium, while also increasing its metabolism and accelerating its recovery rate. This unbreakable defense of its would last around two minutes, and then its body would go through a massive crash as its systems shut down temporarily from the strain.
The arthropod did not intend to be within the complex by the time that happened. It leapt right to the exit of the complex in a single bound, entirely ignoring the now diminuitive effects of the riot rounds, electric gel, and pretty much anything else that the inhabitants of the motor pool cared to throw at it. It bent its legs once more in preparation for a leap that would carry it deep into the jungle... -
The armored creature didn't give the second tank the chance to even track it - It had sudenly shot into the air like an artillery round being fired, and landed with impact behind the egg it had landed in. The riot-rounds pinged harmlessly off of the object - or rather, off of the shielding surrounding it. The arthropod nightmare from hell then lifted the egg up casually in one pincer, and hurled it like an oversized football at the second tank.
Even with one tank recovering from rolling around, and the other about to be pulverized by a giant piece of faulty machinery, the gunmen still had their way. They riddled the perceived demon with bullets...Most of which pinged off its heavy exoskeleton harmlessly. It's thick segmented armor served as a sheild, protecting it from harm. Or at least from the small (relatively) arms fire that it was being assaulted with. It chittered derisively, and then performed another of its gravity-defying jumps over to the blast door blocking the way further into the base, and proceeded to charge it, relying on its shield-like armor to at least dent the monstrous thing. -
The scanners found the arthropod...Right beside the tank. And suddenly, the need for sensors was rendered moot when the creature decloaked, unhinged its massive pincers, and latched into the side of the tank. They didn't bite into its armor at all. It's claws weren't built for cutting. They were built for crushing. The arthropod didn't attempt to crush the tank though, using only enough force to get a firm grip on the vehicle.
With stupendous strength of unimaginable volume, the arthropod then attempted to flip the tank over onto its side. -
I have the Urban Fellow of Merry Wit. He's 8 years old, a traps/devices user. All his hardware comes in the form of party favors or toys, and it's all completed with the actual innocence, wants and mindset of an 8-year old. At the same time, he is entirely oblivious to the wanton destruction he causes due to an automated pyschiatrist/mind censor he has.
Hilarity ensues, and despite being just eight years old with only deployable hardware to help him out, he can duke it out with the best of them like nobody's business. -
The arthropod vanished from the gunmen's sights in an instant, as if it had just turned invisible.
"Primitive savages." It's chittering voice said, coming from seemingly everywhere. "You possess the means to manipulate gravity, but not the senses to discern between a demon and an arthropod? Your reaction speaks VOLUMES for your species as a whole." -
Quote:He's more of a "Mr. Glowing Hookworm Larvae Poops" as of power customization. Either that or "Mr. Incredibly Advanced Late Stage Crystaline Ulcer."Originally Posted by orangemonkey
There already is a poop monster summoning power. What do you call Mr.Poops in the earth control set? -
Quote:By banging hard enough on the exterior blast door, a sudden hissing noise echoed forth. The green light stopped blinking, and the color sequence reached violet. The entire array of colors blinked on and off rapidly before fading out, and the blast door burst open, emitting a cloud of moist air and steam.
That they'd open up an unhidden passage with the same effort hadn't even entered their minds, but happen it did, and they started in surprise...
The dark interior of the egg-like pod was flooded with a faint blue glow, and depending on the lighting within the interior of the base, so would the floor space beyond the opening. A terrifying crab-like creature bedecked with thick and cruel black chitinous exo-skeleton, with brilliant electric-blue streaks of illumination adorning its torso. It took a mockery of a humanoid appearance, with two thick armored and segmented legs and arms, though the latter ended in long and powerful pincers. Two sets of twittering vestigial arms waved to and fro, extending from the center of the creature's chest.
Normally, such a creature would have spoken in an entirely uncomprehensible manner - But this was Patches.
"You're not kheldians." The arthropod accused them flatly, the bits that acted as its mouth twittering and flailing about wildly, impossibly producing a perfectly rendered structure of language familiar to those all around it. -
Assuming the gunmen took extensive investigation using the proper methods, they would find a critical error that was the sign of a poorlydesigned or extremely fauty escape-pod: The door was STUCK. The mechanism that was continuously moving was meant to set off a series of explosive bolts and blow the outer blast door out. Why it had failed to do so was a mystery, but in any case there was a simple solution: Bang on the blast door really really hard. While normally that would have been an exercise in futility, all that had to be done was get the mechanism jolted and potential correct itself.
The question was whether the gunmen wanted to even do so. There was always the possibility they could just leave the egg sealed up and continue on with their plan... -
The "blast door" styled opening remained firmly shut. The sequence of lights continued to flash in the exact same order. Red, orange, yellow, white, then flashing green twice, followed by blue and violet.
And now that they were all close enough, the sound of a mechanism whining just beneath the door repetitively could be heard. A short whirring noise of something moving, possibly a hydraulic device, followed by a very rough *clunk* that probably was not supposed to happen, and a screeching noise - Which repeated over and over again. Some of those there with finer hearing may have heard a very faint tapping noise - But it was incredibly faint indeed. -
The range, as far as I can tell at least, for minion teleportation appears to be 300 yards horizontally.
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Quote:No no, he's wedged between two stacks of containers in the middle of the map - You know, one of those spaces you can barely squeeze through?Originally Posted by Gulver
Could have sworn he was near the front door at the side?
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OOC: They already started shooting, Rotten. >.>
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The pod remained entirely inert as the APC carried it through the gates.
Tafari continues to run until he can point out an opening for his narrator to convey.