((Bwaaaah, I give up! I'm a Malta addict! I need professional help!! I'll use another commander though...No promises that Reikoff, Curtis, Marcus, or Delt-Wait.))
((Marcus.....Marcus Marcone.
Backstory time.))
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The bubbles slowed to a stop. Shady figures laughed cruelly as a shadow sunk to the bottom of Independence Port...
"What the hell was he thinkin', joinin' tha Mooks."
"Served the [censored] right. C'mon, let's roll."
A small black sedan pulled away from the docks. Glittering sparkles drifted through the air from the huge swarms of superheroes going about daily life in the busy port.
"To Perez an' step on it."
The car roared and lurched forward. It was joined by another sedan of similar make.
"Jimmy." Stated a Marcone gangster through the car radio.
"Yeah?"
"You ice the super?"
"Yeah, man, he's sleepin' wit da fishes....Well, if dat's where da Malta put em!"
Both sides of the radio explode with laughter.
"Heheh, okay, meet us at da normal spot."
The cars speed through the streets as night falls...
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Both cars pull up to an old warehouse near the corner of Perez Park. The gangsters all step out. There are eight total: Two Marcone Underbosses, a Consigliere, three Capo Gunners, and two Capo Muscles. The Consigliere is fiddling with a small pistol.
"Man, Marcus, ya gotta stop wit da tech. You confuzzin' us all."
"Shaddup, man, tech's what I do. You know I--"
"Yeah, man, you already told us a millyun times! Ya designed your own Consigliere cyber-[censored]!"
"Pft, 's so over your head, anyways."
"Wait up, boys, sumtin's wrong."
The Underboss carefully leans into the window of the office, listening intently.
His face slowly sinks to a deep grimace.
"Supers."
"Oh, [censored]! ROLL! ROLL!"
The gangsters dive back into their cars just as two burning Marcone buckshot run screaming from the doorway. The cars squeal and accelerate away quickly...
"THEY'RE COMIN'!" Screeched a gunner. Indeed, an Ice blaster and a Fire blaster were flying right behind the cars.
"We're pushin' a hunnred twenny! The damn ting won' take much more!!"
A gunner leans out the window and begins to empty his tommygun behind the car. The Ice blaster screams in pain as the bullets rip through him, but a quick heal from a passing empath sends him surging forward again.
"Damn pack mentality!" Roared an Underboss as he climbs to the top of the car, now roaring at 125.
The massively enhanced gangster taunts the fire-slinger, who willingly submits to his rage and enters hand to hand with the mafia man at 125 miles per hour.
They grapple and fight, roaring, grunting, screaming...
The blood and teeth fly away from them, until the fighters look nearly clean.
At that moment, they hit the wall.
It was broadcast nationwide as a horror. Two heroes dead.
The Family went unmentioned.
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"Wake up, Marcus. Wake up."
Marcus opened his eyes. A Malta was looking down at him.
"Hey, you're the one that we--"
"Yes, I know. Look, I don't like doing this for people, but you lessed us two supers, so please, stand up and stretch. By the way, welcome to your involuntary life career in the Malta."
Marcus stood up. He flexed his hands, good as new. He looked in a mirror; same eye color could be seen through his engineer's mask. He had been reconstructed.
"We regrew your skin. Interestingly found your affixation with technology...Welcome to the Engineers. We couldn't save your cybernetics, but you have been highly biomodified, part to survive the surgery, part for your new employment."
Marcus looked at his savior. An imposing Russian-looking man, Reikoff was wearing a Tactical Commander's uniform. Marcus nodded. "Anything for someone who would save my life."
He jumped back. That wasn't his accent.
"Your brain reconstruction wasn't exactly perfect. We saved pretty much everything but most of your memory. Clean slate."
"Hmph." Marcus grunted in agruable approval.
"Now, come, your first assignment with us is about to begin."
The two passed out of the lab, into a bustling underground fortress. Passing through caverns and rooms, weapons lockers and Titan bases, they eventually reached a swirling portal that was surrounded by men.
"Boys, this is Marcus. He'll be accompanying us on this mission. Now then, this portal was found opened inside a Red Cap fortress, and we're the expeditionary team to send. Accompanying us will be Delta Four."
The men roared in approval as Marcus looked confused.
"D4!" Exclaimed a TacOp to the befuddled man. "The best Titan this base has!"
The beast clanked into the room.
"Greetings, human comrades!"
The men cheered in approval.
"Right, come on boys, D4 has our extra supplies stored in his cargo compartment. Commander Firenze expects nothing less than success, so let's do it!" Roared Reikoff.
They stepped into the swirling portal....
...And appeared in a forest.
"Now come on, let's find this world out..." Told Reikoff to his men as he spied a red figure in the distance.
((Enters The Wolf!))
((I think that's my longest post ever...Hope you like it.))
((YAY! Sovie wants to play with me! *lum* Just for my reference, how many people just tromped into this dimension? I think I caught Reikoff, Marcus, D4, and....T_T A bunch of other guys. And which one's the wolf, Reikoff? Or are they a pack, and Reikoff is the Designated BBW?
You know, I think I have to append onto my first post to keep track of who and what story everyone is.
One more OOC note: I can't read the first post without thinking of Katamari Damacy for some reason! @__@))
Essex dusted off her red cloak with a little sigh. First things first, she had to figure out where exactly this was and what she was doing here in the first place. Resting the basket comfortably in the crook of her red-gloved arm, she began off to somewhere...anywhere that would tell her what was going on.
Then, the stomping of boots interrupted the soft chirping of birds and the blowing of the wind. Essex whirled around in surprise to find...people approaching? Armed, weaponed people. With boots! LOUD boots. She drew back with a little whimper....secretly glancing down at her own boots. Her thrusters were no longer visible....and she wondered if they were still operational...
Japancakes.
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((It's a Malta squad. About ten random Malta, the Delta Titan(Modified Zeus Class), Curtis(Gunslinger Boss), Marcus(Tactical Engineer...But think lieut/boss level) and Reikoff himself, the Tactical Commander BBW.))
Reikoff watched the little red cloaked....
....girl?
He brushed off some fuzz that seemed to have appeared on his uniform and looked at her more intently. His biomods had nothing on her. Mechanical. Useless to the Malta, but he felt...compelled to attack...
He had to attack...Not a rage, but a need.
He raised his hand and pointed, his Malta instinctually listening to his subtle motion.
The bullets began to rip through the trees.
"A-ah! What did I do?!" Essex wailed as she dashed to the side with a wave of her cloak. Bullets tore through the edge, giving it a tattered feel, and she tried to activate her thrusters. Luckily, they folded out of her boots and rocketed the childlike android behind a tree.
"Who are you?" she cried out, shielding herself, with the oak between her and her attackers. "Where is this?! Please, stop firing!!"
Japancakes.
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((GAH, I can't resist either...
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A heartbeat sounded through the darkness. Or was that his head? Yeah, that was his head all right...and it hurt - a lot.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Vyachslav." he heard a familiar voice, "And don't worry, you didn't bite it."
His eyes snapped open. He saw a holographic screen in front of him. Sadly, it displayed only the words AUDIO ONLY - or it would have if the writing had been English.
He looked about the room, seeing metal walls pulsing with energy rising as high as he could see. The steady humming of sub-light engines echoed through the walls, instilling a sort of calm in the room. The grated floor lay at least five meters beneath him, and he could see many readouts on more screens that clearly displayed his vital signs. He had landed in the hospital again...
As he looked down at his black, metallic limbs, he noticed the many tubes and wires going into him. They felt cold, but also somewhat comforting, sending revitalizing energies into his form - the form of a six-meter-long dragon-like creature from a planet he had never told anyone the name of.
What happened? he 'said', reaching out with his mind to the person talking to him over the communications channel. His species had no vocal cords, and a mouth of razor-sharp teeth taking up more than half the area of his elongated face certainly didn't help with making spoken sounds. The only noise he could bring forth was a mixture of a screech and a hiss.
"You took on another Class 3 cruiser. I thought we told you not to do that anymore. Well, actually, you took on two: the first one you got...but the second one nearly got you. You should really pick your battles more wisely."
I should, shouldn't I? What do I look like? They sort of stuck me up here and I'm hanging from the ceiling. No, wait, there IS a bit of support here. But I can't really move. Damn doctors and their sedatives.
"See for yourself." his friend said, turning the screen into an impromptu mirror, "The only reason you're not seeing me right now is that I'm heading over there in a one-seater."
As his friend kept explaining what had happened while he had been out, he mustered his reflected image closely with his glaring-red eyes. Everyhing seemed to be where it should be - even his pitch-black armor had been completely restored.
He often found humans calling him a dragon simply becsue there was nothing closer in their imagination. But he was entirely different - he was much thinner, his arms, legs, tail and neck much longer than the mythical creature's. Not to mention his wings sat just above his shoulders, not on his back, and were composed of energy held tight by a seemingly delicate metal frame that resembled the bones in a bat's wing.
He remembered a time when he had been entirely organic...when his wings had not been energy and his exterior not black armor, but living flesh and blood covered in leathery skin of crimson hues.
But then he had made the same mistake as his brother - he had taken on a Class 4 battlecruiser.
When the ship he commanded had been sent to the brink of destruction, he had decided to try and save his crew. A natural space-faring creature, he had no need to breathe or maintain any specific exterior pressure or temperature. But even with the heaviest weapon he could carry that day, he had not suceeded - the enemy ship had literally blown him to pieces. Luckily, he had friends...very good friends.
Had he been any other type of creature in the known galaxy, his friends could have reconstructed his body from the ground up. Alas, his egentic makeup had been too complicated, and cybernetic reconstruction was all that had remained.
He looked back on that day now with mixed feeling - on one hand, he mourned the loss of most of his organic body. On the other hand, he felt strangely natural being part-cyber, not to mention the transformation had granted him more power than he ever thought.
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
Sorry, I let my mind wander. But tell me, is my brother comg too or..."
He was confused when the screen suddenly disappeared. The connection had been severed - but how? Then he noticed a strange sound. No, it was the absence of a sound. The constant humming of the engines he had heard the entire time had ceased. Something was terribly wrong...
An alert blared through the entire ship and compunded this feeling.
"Reactor core compromised!" the ship's computer shouted into the noise, "Containment field destabilizing! Evacuate immediately! Evacuate immediately!"
Darn it, this has to happen NOW???
A small explosion burst through the ceiling, sending bolts and other small metal pieces to the floor. He had to get out of here, sedative or not!
Lurching forward, he tore at the tubes holding him to the ceiling, some of them popping with great commotion and spilling fluids onto whatever they dangled over. When he finally cut apart the line carrying the sedative, he quickly found the numbness vanish. He had full control of his body again - and it felt good.
Just as he was about to take off, the blast door leading into the room burst into pieces with a sound of thunder, throwing flames and debris everywhere. Oversized insects in armed space suits streamed out of the opening, firing energy machine guns into the corridor.
"Stop her!" their leader shouted, "We can't let her get out of here! She has all the data from the mainframe! Stop her already! AAARRGH!!!"
A shot that was clearly a plasma beam had come from the smoking hole and drilled right through the commander. Vyachslav had a feeling he knew who the intruder was. As the plasma fire incinerated the insectoids one after another, he struggled to get free of the final cables holding him to the medical assembly.
When he managed to cut the last one, the assailant ran into the room - a humaoid that could have easily been mistaken to be from Earth, clad in a blue-gray powered suit of armor. The left arm had the same variable construction as the powersuits his friends made - currently, it ended in a plasma cannon.
Miss Dracan, I don't know what you're doing here, and frankly I don't care! But you're not getting out of here alive!
With that he slashed at the frame he stood on with one of his massive clawed hands. As he took off toward the ceiling, the frame plummeted to the floor, taking lines, cables, and tanks of volatile substances with it. The floor turned into a blazing inferno.
He simply basted his way through the ceiling, happy to see his missile launcher worked flawlessly. The stars opened above him, and he slipped through the gaping hole with the powerful current of air that was being sucked into the cold vacuum of space.
He took a look around and saw a familiar planet 'beside' the ship he now sat on. The odd signature of Saturn's rings was unmistakeable. Now he knew where he was. Sadly, the nearest base he knew of resided on Luna, the Earth's only moon - and that was much too far.
He surveyed the ship whose hull he stood on. He knew the designs well, and he knew where the portal terminal was located. Linking into the ship's computer, he found he had two minutes to get there - plenty of time.
That is, until an all-too-familiar gunship rose beside him, immediately opening fire. He pushed off from the hull, quickly rounding the larger ship with all the speed he could muster. Sadly, it wasn't nearly fast enough to escape - even wings that subsisted on cosmic energy had their limits.
But they were just fast enough to give him a slight lead. Arriving over the section he knew the portal terminal in, he tore his way into the hull and right into the portal room. The rings were active and spinning at a steady rate, the bright-white vortex in their middle signifying a clear passage.
Vyachslav checked the computers. The portal headed to Luna.
Suddenly, the alert took on a much more dire tone - fifteen seconds! To make matters worse, Dracan's gunsip blasted its way throguh the hull, covering the entire terminal with vicious plasma fire.
In desperation, Vyachslav sliced the computer apart, activating the terminal's many auto turrets. They identified the gunship as the larger threat and opened fire, driving the ship back as he made a break for the portal.
An explosion shook the room as he disappeared into the vortex, then the floor heaved up and spouted gouts of fire and debris upward. The ship's reactor destabilized, sending a detonation the size of a small moon into Saturn's orbit.
Vyachslav had escaped, but hadn't notcied one thing - at the last second, the white portal had turned pitch-black...
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Vyachslav jumped out of the portal and crashed into a tree, taking it with him as he skidded to a halt on his side...in grass??? There was no grass in the Luna base!
Where he heck am I?
He looked about, finding himself in the tall flora of a forest clearing. This was discomforting...and yet somehow soothing. The wind blowing through the many leaves created quite a calming rustling - until the crackling chatter of gunfire interrupted it!
Confused, Vyachslav scanned about, trying to find the source. And he found it soon enough, only it wasn't quite what he expected. A small reddish-pink girl was dodging behind trees to avoid the frighteningly accurate fire of...Malta operatives? What in the world were the Malta doing here? And why were they shooting at a little girl?
No time for that now!
With a single swing of his wings, he hurled himself into the air, then speared down at the girl, snatching up her small form entirely in a single hand.
Do not worry, little one. You are safe with me.
At least he hoped so as he gently placed her onto his back, then accelerated up again as fast as he could. Most likely he could've beaten the Malta...but first he had to find out what was going on here...
(Ok, long post here too, sorry, haha. I'll keep my futue ones much shorter.))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((Hehehe...don't worry about it. I love long posts. *twiddles fingers happily* And sorry if mine seem sort of sporadic and short - my sweetie's here and keeps wanting to play on his account. XD; ))
Essex let out a shriek as the small 'bot was scooped up by...a huge man? Or...What exactly was he? A dragon? Swept up and past the Maltans, she gripped the creature's shoulders as he gently placed her on his back, gazing down at the soldiers as they peppered the air with their shots.
"What is going on here...!?" Essex cried out above the rushing wind of their flight. She was relieved...yet afraid at the same time, despite V's assurances that she was safe. Far off on the horizon, they could see the land stretching out to all corners, the forest petering off after a few dozen miles and giving way to a small village, a river bordering it.
"I-...Um...Do you know where I am?" she asked the dragon hopefully. "I just....was falling, and I...I thought....I thought I was going to wake up somewhere else, but I just...woke up, and this cloak was on me, and...and...."
Essex shook her head with a sigh. This was a dragon. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real! She tugged the red cloak a little closer around herself. For some reason, she found it comforting....
"....Do you think we should ask those fellows down there if they know what's going on? They seem as out of place here as I feel...." The little android gazed down at the Maltans...somewhat curious, despite her fear. Suddenly, startled, she gasped.
"My basket!" she cried. "I left my basket down there...."
It was true. At Reikoff's feet was now the little basket, discarded...a strangely still-warm muffin having escaped from its confines.
Japancakes.
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Reikoff immediately stopped firing and dove into the basket, crouching over it, nervously eyeing about the area.
The other Maltans stared.
Curtis looked on with a "What-The-Hell" expression. Marcus wondered why he'd ever agreed to help these idiots. The Delta Four was shaking with robotic laughter.
Reikoff sprang back on his heels, and grabbed the muffin....
....And suddenly, the tenseness faded. A strange voice laughed "The Wolfie lost her!" As the Malta looked to their leader, who had now kneeled down in front of the basket.
"What the hell...Someone get me some Excelsior. What was that? What the--Someone, get me a bioscan...We're being toyed with, damnit, and I don't like being toyed with."
The Malta nervously laughed at their now furiously cursing leader.
That was the Reikoff they knew.
As the Maltans ran bioscans on their commander, an odd anomaly was becoming apparent on their meters.
It wasn't a drastic physical change, but it seemed something like a looming mutation - mostly cosmetic, but there was an air of being compelled about Reikoff's mind that was...disturbing to say the least.
"Boss..." muttered one of the Malta techs. "You ain't gonna like this."
Bioscans showed, among other minor physical changes...an elongation of Reikoff's teeth. Something was definitely up.
A subtle giggling rippled through the wind, audible to all present. The giggling of a child - not Essex, certainly - but a boy.
I like this story already...
"Agh!" Essex cried out again, startled, gripping V ever tighter. "Did you hear that...!?" As they circled, the android observed the Maltans below. "It looks like they stopped firing..." she observed.
Japancakes.
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"Holy...Hell..." Reikoff muttered slowly as he reached to his face.
Pulling down his TacOps faceguard, he opened his mouth...And there shone the massive incisors. With a shriek of suprise and a twitch, a bullet went flying skyward as the Maltan commander roared in fear and anger.
"Get me EVERY DRUG WE HAVE! We will COUNTER THIS, DAMNIT! RAGH!!!"
He erupted into a storming wave of curses that echoed through the woods all the way to Essex. He mentioned things that would make a sailor cry. His Techs willingly produced everything they had: Excelsior, Agent 17, Superadyne, Healing stimulants, Antimutagens, everything. Nothing was working....
Reikoff roared and fired his weapon into the air.....He didn't feel himself.
Essex's eyes widened as she listened to the Maltan commander spew expletives that made her audio receptors buzz. His men were scurrying around in a panic -- Essex could recognize medical attention fairly easily. She bit her lip - It was true he'd fired on her, but....something was wrong. Maybe it had something to do with the boy's voice they had heard? Slowly, she began to slip off Vyachslav's back.
What are you doing, little one? the creature queried in a slightly alarmed tone.
"I...I have to make sure everyone's okay down there. It's my function." she murmured with a sheepish little smile. "It's what I do....I'm a medic - not much more, really."
With that, she released her hold on Vyachslav, letting her boosters scoot her down to the Maltan troops. The dragon followed her down at a distance, unsure of what folly the little girl would subject herself to next.
"Please...I ...I don't mean any harm!" Essex murmured hesitantly as the Maltans immediately trained their guns upon her as she approached. Safety locks clicked off as she pointed at Reikoff....
...and a purple glow surrounded his head - Clear Mind. The commander was suddenly able to concentrate - wholly aware of his surroundings and free of mental compulsion. However, the physical modifications remained.
"...Are you okay?" Essex asked timidly, still hovering just enough within range to have been able to use Clear Mind. She had to be ready to make an escape, if necessary....
Japancakes.
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"Argh--The hell is going ON?" Yelled Reikoff to her, opening his mouth to prove his point to the small 'bot. He tore off fuzz that seemed to be fraying off of his armor everywhere.
"Help me! Help me, damnit!" He yelled.
"Argh, emergency recall!" Yelled Curtis.
He clicked his wrist keypad at lightning speed. Suddenly, lightning crackled through the sky, and a whipping vortex appeared in front of the Malta.
"COME ON!" Yelled the Gunslinger, readying himself to jump.....
NO!
Curtis dove for the portal and ate dirt, beating his fists into the ground in frustration. The Malta were stranded.
Vyachslav landed as softly as he could - with all the grace of a bulldozer.
Sorry about that. he apologized for the shudder in the ground, closely mustering the Malta agents...especially the one who was turning into a wolf-man.
Was this something the Council had set up? No, they hated the Malta, they wouldn't turn them into warwolves.
His thoughts were interruped as the agent dove for the portal, which disappeared just like his had done, face-planting into the grass. The strange voice did alos not go unnoticed. What in the world was going on here?
He decided to have a look about - a very large look - and reached for a compartment at his hips, pulling out a saucer-shaped object the size of a human head.
Go. And see for me.
The probe powered up with a hum and jetted away into the upper atmosphere. Maybe that would get some answers as to the 'where' part - but as he saw the Maltan curse even louder at his transformation, he couldn't help but think that the 'why' was a whole LOT more complicated...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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(OOC: Hewo, i hope i do this right!! Green=Sacred, Yellow=bright star; if you can't read it, i'll adjust the colors)
Her mission was clear, crystal clear. It was too easy in fact. Her employer wanted her to snatch an artifact from a rich schmuck living in Atlas Park. No small feat...unless you're a trained kunoichi like Asuka Tendou AKA Sacred East Wind.
She was on the third floor now, the guards proved to be little challenge to her. Typical.
Fourth floor. Guards armed with Uzis. Still too easy.
Fifth floor. No guards. Odd.
Sixth floor. This is where the relic is supposed to be. Good, looks like only one hero guarding it.
Wait...
Crap...
It's her...
BOOOOOORRRRRRIIIIIIING!!!
Tara Mason, AKA Bright Star, paced around the room impatiently, her red cape flopping against her boots. She was asked, rather insistantly, to guard this relic, a statue of some kind of demon or something...she didn't know, nor did she care. She had accidentally flown into an office building window last week, and had to pay for it. The president of the company offered to excuse the fee if she "volunteered" to watch the relic for him this weekend.
What a waste of a weekend!
She fell backwards and floated in midair, thinking about what she'd eat that night.
I think I'd like...pasta...
She was just going over the sauce in her mind when she heard the door fly open.
Standing at the doorway was someone she REALLY didn't want to fight...
The two women stared at each other for a few seconds, then exploded into movement almost instantaneously. Asuka dodged Tara's initial punch and leapt towards the relic. Tara responded by grabbing for Asuka's legs, causing Asuka to fall flat on her face. When she got up, Asuka's scarf was no longer concealing her mouth, displaying the all-too familiar cold scowl. She lunged towards Tara, attempted to slice her head off. Tara raised her arm and stopped the blade with her forearm. Painful, but not as much as it could have been.
Angered, Tara picked up a refridgerator nearby and hurled it at Asuka...forgetting that Asuka's reflexes were superb
and forgetting that Asuka was standing in front of the relic's case.
The refridgerator obliterated the case, and the relic fell to the ground and...exploded?
They both covered their eyes as a bright white flash emanated from the object.
When they opened their eyes, they were on a grassy field.
Tara turned and looked at Asuka and Asuka did the same. They noticed right away that they were both wearing Meiji-era battle clothing, and a large, light blue and white coat.
"Shinsengumi?" Asuka said aloud.
"The whatamawhatsit?" Tara asked.
"Your headband. Says Shinsengumi"
"Guess yours does too" Tara says after looking herself over, "Since we're dressed the same n all. What's the Shinsengumi anyway?"
"A group of imperial troops from the bakumatsu era. Lots of stories written, they became legendary"
"Somethin tells me none o them was a blonde bombshell like me, though!"
"They hated gaijin actually."
"Start makin sense! And why ain't you attackin me?"
"No point. No profit. Why haven't YOU attacked ME?"
"Cuz you seem ta know a helluva lot more 'bout this than i do. Ya definately know how to use these better at any rate" she points to the katana and wakizashi at her side, "Hey why ye got three and ah only got two?" she pointed to the hilt poking up from Asuka's back underneath the coat.
"I guess we keep important tools...I still have my caltrops and poisons as well"
"I din't get anythin"
"Try flying"
Tara easily floats in midair, "Oh...guess that's fair then"
Off in the distance, Tara and Asuka hear a series of gunshots.
"Come" Asuka says, and runs off towards the gunshots.
Tara shrugs and follows.
Asuka easily maneuvars through the trees, jumping from one to the next with relative ease, while Tara had to dodge and weave through each tree.
Finally, they found the source of the gunshots: A group of malta, a weird girl in a cloak, and some kind of lycanthrope stood out the most.
Asuka remained hidden while Tara flew out at full speed from the copse of trees, into plain view of everyone else.
Typical Asuka thought to herself.
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(i changed it to green...it's the only time i'm gonna use it anyway)
"S-sir!" Essex cried out above the ruckus. "I know it's difficult in this situation, but you mustn't panic! You must keep your head! If you keep tearing at that stuff, you're likely to start bleeding, and there may be wild animals in these woods!"
The Maltans couldn't help but hold in snickers at this statement. The boss was wilder than any beast, and she had a damn dragon with her. Besides, who was she to ask anyone to calm down?
Slowly but surely, the transformation happening in Reikoff began to slow...and finally come to a stop. No new strange fuzz sprouted, but the change was significant. The fuzz didn't completely cover him, but was definitely a strong presence, making him seem like a sort of hybrid half-werewolf or something. Essex dropped her healing spells on him, one by one, but nothing seemed to happen besides peripheral healing on the patches that he had torn hair from and were now bleeding.
Glancing around, Essex realized she was surrounded by Maltans...and drew back a little closer to Vyachslav in case they decided to shoot at her again.
"It seems to have stopped now, at any rate..." she murmured, still looking to Reikoff, concerned from a safe distance. If there were any such thing as a safe distance from a bellowing Maltan.
Vyachslav's beacon rose into the air. The world around them seemed utterly unreal. It was as if all cultures had come together in close proximity - almost a miniature model of Earth, with isolated little towns of different styles. Notable landmarks included a region with several large castles scattered across the area, surrounded by their small town-clusters...several large expanses of seemingly native villages of varying cultural significances....A golden, shimmering desert...a glittering sea....It seemed as though someone was trying to cover all their bases. Over the edge of the sea, the precise beacon could see as it rose...a large barrier around something. What it was couldn't quite be registered, but one thing was for certain - it was huge.
Just then, Essex tensed. Someone else was approaching through the grass. She turned, clinging to her cloak for seeming security, when two young women approached, dressed in quite a different style than she had seen - Feudal Japanese?
"A-.....Hajimemashite...." the android said unsurely. She knew Japanese language inside and out and had a passable knowledge of Chinese, but she was unsure if the languages here were the same. "Anatatachi wa dochira-sama de irrashaimasu ka?" ((Could you please inform me as to who you might be? -polite form-))
After a moment, she glanced back to the upset Reikoff, who was likely snapping orders to a subordinate, handing him pinches of fuzz for testing. Essex's eyes widened for a moment.
"...I'm dreadfully sorry to point this out..." she said hesitantly, bowing apologetically to the man. "But I ...I couldn't help but notice....what terribly large teeth you have."
((OOC: Welcome, Plague! Glad to have you along! Could you guys do me a favor? Could you please post what story and characters you're referencing in your first post, so I can add it to the database in my first post? Makes it easier on me because I'm not really too bright when it comes to fairy tales. XD; ))
Japancakes.
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(I too will enter.... THE GREATEST TALE OF ALL TIME.... just who to be.....)
A sky raider stepped in to a bar. Glad to see an army of Jumpbots, and other Skyraiders siting, drinking, playing pool, and Just having a good time. He was a bit releaved he felt protected here.
Steppng up to the bar, The bartender greeted him with a smile behind his visor. "What'l be operative Jones" The bartender questoined.
Jones looked around neviously and his eyes finally returned to the Bartender. "The strongest thing you got" Then he went back to checking everything out.
The bartender pored Jones somthing froma bottle that had a little pioson simbol on it. "What's gotca so nevous." He finished poring and slid the glass over to Jones.
As soon as Jones could he grabbed the drink and slammed it in a single gulp and slid it back over to the bartender. "I think someone's following me." then leaning closer to the batender so only they could hear. "But, I can't be for sure, I always feel like someone's behind me and when I turn around nothing. Nothing there, and no one else see's anything."
The batender was about to pour another glass when he looked at operative jones, He was a mess. Bags under his eyes as if he hasn't slept for weeks, hairs a mess, and so much more. "Listen man, your safe here, nobody here cept's us Raiders. So go wash up buddy and this next rounds on me."
Jones stepped away from the Bar and headed to the bathroom. The doors wung open and he almost ran into the enginear stepping out, "oh sorry" the enginear said as he finished leaving. Jones sighed as he walked over to the sink. Tunring on the hot water he cupped it in his hand and bent down to wash it over his face.
Bring hishead back up it took him a second to open his eyes. By then it was to late. his eyes widened and he tried to shout, "Ryan the sha-" But a blade cut straight through him. As operative Jones fell lifelessy to the Ground, behind him stood Ryan the shadow. Clothes in black ninja robes with a scarf coving his face and flowed down to the ground. Quickly spining his blade, Akujiki, to swing the blood off he said, "Target killed, missoin complete.
Then leaping up to the small little window in the bathroom Ryan loked back around. That little bugger was really hard to get to. Then he lept out.
But, he didn't land in the back alley he wanted to, no, he landed in a medow. and with a clank. "What the hell am I doing here. And why am I clanking." Ryan said as he observed his surrondings. Looking down his normal ninja outfit was replaced with a suit of plate armor. "How the..." Ryan started untill he looked at Akujiki. It went from Curved Katana to a straight long sword. Although Ryan could feel the demon in there not to mentoin that the symbols along the blade stayed the same. Then looking at his scarf, well not anymore, it had changed into a long crimson cape. Then in fear he reached up and gripped where his scarf wrapped around his face. and instead of cloth he met only skin. "Damn it"
((OOC: Welcome Shadow! Oooh, a dark knight. XD This could get interesting.
Waugh...they won't let me edit the first post anymore. I guess I'll just keep a list myself and break it out when needed.))
Japancakes.
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"Father..."
Yes, my son.
"I want a story."
Very well. Which story?
"I'm tired of the old stories. I want a new story. A story that's better than all the others combined."
That is quite a story.
"I want a story about me...A story where I am a prince, and I am the greatest one in all the land!"
You are a prince already, my son.
"Father...I want a land."
I thought you wanted a story.
"I do. But I want the land to be my story. I want to live in my story...to have the best story ever! And it will be my story, and no-one else's!"
...I see.
"And I want people - the people from the old stories...but better. Better than they were in the old stories. And they will be my friends. Father! Bring me the best, the strongest to be my friends."
Very well, little Prince. I will bring you friends. I will grant you your land. You shall have your story.
"And I will be ruler of them all..."
...Every story must have a lesson. Remember that, my son.
And it was with those words that Vals Hemel was created. An ever-changing, ever-expanding dimension. Colors seemed...brighter. The sky seemed bluer where it was blue, and blacker where it was black. Regions grew and expanded of hundreds of types and cultures - Medieval to modern and back again. Castles flourished, caves deepened, forests sprouted, deserts glittered gold on the horizon.
In the middle of it all was a massive palace. No-one had seen the one who resided in the palace - but it was a sure thing that someone was there. Reddish clouds accumulated around the castle from all sides, and it was completely inaccessible.
Strange that such a beautiful place could be the creation of a demon.
((Okay, kittens and eeeeevil kittens, it's time for me to try and make an RP people will be interested in. The basis of this RP is that there is a dimension created for the child of a powerful demon. No-one knows who they are for now, but it will be revealed later. Heroes and villains alike will be pulled here - whether they find it by happenstance and are drawn to it, or they are physically pulled - and substituted for various characters in pretty much any fairytale/fable/nursery rhyme you can think of. A main way of getting to this dimension is the medicom system - Heroes and villains, instead of being teleported to medical centers as usual - suddenly find themselves teleported to this strange world. (Of course, the allowance for other ways of getting here are for those of you too proud to die. XP) You may have as many characters as you like. And lord help us, there may be missions to be run in this strange new dimension. If you need an example for where to start...look no further than below.))
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The weather threatened, thunder loudly rumbling its dissatisfaction high above the skyscrapers of Paragon City.
Essex...was lost.
"Why in the world did I ever come here?" she lamented, running through the streets of Talos Island with a newspaper held over her head to block the rain. "I'm sure there has to be a better place to find Single-Origin Tech enhancements than here...I couldn't even find the store!"
It was true - her creator, Dr. Daniel West, had sent the little android out to buy a sampling of the plugins for him to test. She had a good bit of money with her, and that made her even more nervous as she sprinted through the streets. Lightning crackled through the sky, making flight risky.
"I should have stayed home..." Essex lamented as she sprinted down the road towards the Green Line.
What she didn't notice were the Tsoo who eyed her as she ran past them, a pair of Dragon Enforcers and a Yellow Ink Man drawing their conversation to a close and silently motioning to the Sorcerer who accompanied them. At five levels above the little super, she was easy prey.
Suddenly a shuriken drove itself into Essex's back. With a loud shriek of terror and pain, the android jolted forward, and then whirled around, eyes wide under the shelter of the newspaper. Her blast shield monitor flashed a blindingly frantic warning, showing the four men as purple. Thanks for the notification... Essex thought dryly as the Asian warriors sprinted up to her. Drawing in her breath, she shrieked in the direction of the one in front, causing him to hold his head in pain. About to drop a Healing Aura on herself, Essex glanced at the sky. Should she risk flight?
As the Sorcerer approached, a storm-cloud building around him that threatened to out-thunder those above her, the android decided it would indeed be a reasonable risk. Activating her boosters, she shot straight up into the air, fleeing as quickly as her boosters could take her.
"Hayai na yatsu da zo." one of the Enforcers remarked dryly to a comrade.
The Ink man glanced up with a frown. Still within range...he made a face, and reached out for the fleeing pink bot.
Essex felt herself....falling. It was a surreal feeling, the rain falling on her as she herself fell, plummetting the length of almost an entire skyscraper as her CPU was scrambled...giving the dizzying effect of being half-asleep. She was hardly even aware as she violently hit the ground, her internal generator crushed instantly and her consciousness blacking to static.
*Teleport...*
"The hospital again..." Essex moaned to herself, picking herself up. Then she stopped. Her eyes were still closed, but something wasn't right. Her arms felt lighter. She was not on a bed. She felt her face with her eyes still closed. Her helmet was gone. Essex frantically felt where her audio receptors were, relieved to find that she still had the circular audio beacons uniform to most Reploids. Hesitantly...she opened her eyes.
She had sat up in a forest clearing. The grass was matted down where she had been lying, and her messy blonde hair was loose in the warm wind. Her armor was gone, her buster arms removed, leaving only her slender, humanlike arms, thin gloves covering them instead.
"This is definitely -not- the hospital." Essex murmured, glancing around as her eyes widened. Standing, she noticed something else different... a cloak clasped around her. It was a brilliant red - redder than the brightest apple, and clashed terribly with her pink audio receptors. A small woven basket lay just to the side of where she had awakened.
"Oh dear..." she mused, scooping up the basket and inspecting the muffins inside. "This....is weird."
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((One more note - everyone retains their powers and abilities. If your hero or villain has a certain weapon or quality, that comes along too and is integrated. Additionally, if you like, multiple people can be pulled in the process - such as if the pulled hero/villain is touching someone else. People pulled in this manner, however, will likely end up in the same 'story'....))
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EDIT: CHARACTER TALLY
Essex - Red Riding Hood
Reikoff (Soviet_Strike) - Wolf of Big Bad Variety
V...uh....Dragon-guy - ???
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace