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"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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"I've told you, little girl, you're simply alternate versions of your true selves, and your true selves knew each other before the Mallus Mundi was used to reshape time!" The Philosopher's Stone sighed. "What about that is so hard to digest?"
Essex shook her head.
"I'm sorry, sir." She said to the stone, looking to it apologetically. "I must not have been listening. Though..."
Glancing for a moment to the ceiling, wide eyed, she thought. "If my alternate self was indeed robotic, and this...iteration of myself is not robotic, I can see why you are puzzled by it, particularly if you knew me."
Essex ducked her head to the stone once again. "Please be patient with us, sir. While it seems that you, and your alternate self are two seperate people with two seperate sets of memories, many of the rest of us are yet in a situation where we have both sets mixed together in a quite confusing manner."
Suddenly self-conscious, she flushed, sitting down quietly. "But...Ah...I'll be quiet now."
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
"Finally, a bit of sense from you!" the Stone announced triumphantly. "Now don't you feel foolish for insulting me when I had been in the right all along?"
Midas sighed and shook his head, looking embarassed.
Vern was the first to notice the ripple as it bounced off the dampening field of the AGS III much like the ping of a sub. The construct had multiple purposes, one of them being protection from things that attempted to alter its composition without permission.
The ripple itself was strange, as if someone had put together a bunch of pre-packaged components, much like a teletyper spitting out numbers. So it couldn't be one of Vern's people...
Even as he puzzled, SENECA put two and two together. There was only one person of whom she knew who manipulated the Illusion in this way: Djehuty.
The only question was, could he be manipulated by the might of magic?
Theoretically, that was a no - at least, so said the odds.
"Hey, Ace." she piped up less than half a second after Vern had noticed the initial ripple, "I know who the Overhead is. I also know Old D's alive and kickin'. Here."
Without even waiting for his response, she transmitted the message directly into his watch, bringing it up on a hologram. It didn't take long to read.
Acid smirked.
"He's got a point." he replied to SENECA, "So don't tell me where this came from."
"Right."
The only question now was how to reply to this? Ah, but of course...
Acid stepped to a console, brought up a holographic keyboard, and began typing. Since Moonscribe no doubt could sense or measure the variations in the dampening field, he should be able to make out a pattern. So Acid redirected power to different sections to do the simplest thing in the world: make a pattern in morse code.
- . - -
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. . .
Y
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S
This done, he deactivated the field in the drop bay. Moonscribe should be able to discern this and teleport right inside if he wanted to.
Well, so Acid hoped, anyway. All in all, the guy didn't have too much common sense...
"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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"No." Essex said matter-of-factly with a little smile. She, however, did not elaborate.
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
A figure walked out of a shadow in the drop bay, with a deep blue cloak and a hood that hid its face.
"Ah yes, Pharaohs, Priestesses. Good to see you all. . . although you may well not remember me."
It was Moonscribe's voice, and it certainly appeared to be Moonscribe. Most scanning equipment would be useless on him, but that was hardly anything new. He felt it would be poor manners to break anything that tried. He was among potential allies, after all. . .
If, however, any of the equipment was advanced enough to bypass all senses, perceptions, and indeed the fabric of reality itself, if reality it was. . .
It would be clear that it was not Moonscribe. Though it was not someone else, either. It felt like. . . part of him, though incomplete. . .
"I do hope you are not upset that I am not here in person. This Disciple is me for the majority of intents and purposes. Please do treat it as such. You understand, of course, that secrets must be maintained."
"Heh, copycat." Acid grinned as he stepped towards Moonscribe, giving him a quick and sporadic hug for no reason at all, "Good to see ya. Oh, and you're not doing the mind-overshadowy-unwillful-takeover-thing, right? 'Cause you know I'm severely against that."
Turning to the others again, he was lamost embarassed, "Oh, where are my manners today? Guys, this is Moonscribe. He likes to be ambiguous, so don't let him drive you nuts over simple things."
With a glance back to the mathematician, he added, "And I'm sure you already know who's all here. Or is that of no importance again, hehe...?"
"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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Moonscribe treated the hug as though it was a handshake. "Certainly not," he said. "All the Disciples are fully willing and indeed volunteered themselves in the first place. . ."
"As to your second question, I know who is here, in a sense. . . but when you bind yourself by the laws of our world, you must follow them. And I really have no idea what my excuse is for knowing any of you, so please provide me with one. We must avoid awkward questions." He turned to the others. . .
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"Well, if yall want money, I'm afraid I can't help ya." Acid shuriged with an indifferent expression, "Don't have any anymore...at least none that'd be accepted on Terra."
Acid was perfectly fine with Tam going to sleep. It didn't look like she knew much about what was going on down there anyway.
"And yeah, I gotta say you'd be wasting a chance - though I can't believe I'm agreeing with Phillis, hehe. But if you want to leave, we'll be sure to drop ya off when we start the next op."
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Damien pulled Darean to the side. They needed to talk and they needed some privacy.
"What was all that about?" Damien asked his brother.
"Midas needed to be taught a lesson." Darean replied.
"But not like that. We don't kill for fun, remember."
"But we do kill."
"Listen to me brother, you need to chill."
"Your right, I'll apologize to Midas."
While the brothers were talking the ship became quite a buzz of commotion. Something had happened but the brothers didn't know what. Approaching Acid (OOC he is still near the brothers right) Darean looked him in the eyes.
"Whatever your planning count us in, but we reserve the rights to salvage anything we find on anyone's body, friendly or foe. We also reserve the right to a 20% share on any profit you make on selling any and all salvage you find." Darean said holding out his hand.
"That's the brother I know and love." Damien said smiling.
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"... And I really have no idea what my excuse is for knowing any of you, so please provide me with one. We must avoid awkward questions." He turned to the others. . .
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"...W... What?" Experiment muttered, a look of sincere confusion on his face. "First of all, why did you call us Pharoahs and Priestesses, and second of all... How the hell do you know us without having a reason or... Okay, my head hurts..."
John pinched the bridge of his nose, beginning to mutter again. "This is all so confusing..."
Thuel had gotten multi-Heat-Locks on his intended targets. "Thuel here," He pulled out his radio "I want this town LOCKED down. We dont need anyone running." He walked through the crowd, twards his target.
He approached his target who wasnt aware of his presence. He snuck up on the target, who was only know by one name, Quick-Strike. "Mr. Quick-Strike." He spoke while he put his hand on Quick-Strikes sholder.
Quick-Strike froze with fear, he knew this mans robotic and very cold voice. He turned around, swinging his legs down low to try and knock Thule to the ground. Once he had deleiverd his frist, powerful blow to Thule, it was already to late to run. Thuel had been knocked down, breifly he was stunned. He decided to let Quick-Strike run, there was no exacpe from him, now that the town was locked down.
Quick-Strike ran down through the crowd with Thule still stunned, he ran down an alleyway that was littered with broked glass, bricks, paper, and other trash. While he was running he started to blend in with the enviroment around him, makeing him appear hidden.
Thuel caught up with Quick-Strike, seeing that Quick-Strike was now hidden, Thuel switched to Thermal Immageing Mode, and kept walking down the alley slowly, until he heard a knife being unsheathed. He quickly turned around but he was stabbed in the what would be his gut, if he had any human guts left, instead the knife periced his cooling system, Freon Gas came seeping out slowly, exposeing the hidden Quick-Strikes outline. Thuel didnt care that his coolent system was going down steadly, as it could be repaired with ease. Thuel drew his Crey X-35.9 Pistol and fired a shot of compacted energy at Quick-Strike.
Quick-Strike was hit in the chest with this bolt of enengy fired from the Crey X-35.9 Pistol. He was knocked back into a pile of broken glass, bricks, and heaps of discareded razor wire. He had kicked at Thuel in vain to keep him at bay, but there was very little effect in trying to hurt an android whose only human parts were burried deep inside of a hard metal shell.
Thuel pulled out the knife that Quick-Strike had thrown into him, and threw it into Quick-Strikes chest, pinning him down to the pile of bricks. "You are under arrest, by the power of Overmagus Archlich. Comply or be terminated." Thuel spoke in a cold robotic tone to Quick-Strike who was chokeing on his own blood.
"...W-what..." Quick-Strike started while chokeing on blood, "...I-I, com..." He choked on blood, "...C-com...mp...ly." He started coughing up blood. When he coughed, the razor wire only dug in deeper and the knife dug in deeper.
"You do?" Thuel asked, while clutching the pistol close to Quick-Strikes chest. "I can set this to blunt force, and it will knock ya sorry [censored] into that razor wire, and if I aim right, itd knock that knife straight through you." He threatend.
"...Y-yo...woul...da..." Quick-Strike spoke, while chokeing on more blood.
Thuel was just downright angry at any Underground member, expecialy one who had ingured him. "Alrighty, ya asked for it, ya know this, you wont be found. Ever." Thuel spoke, he switched the pistol to blunt force mode, and took careful aim at Quick-Strike, he fired. Quick-Strike let out a scream of pain, as the knife was driven deeply inside of him, pushing him into the razor wire behing him. Quick-Strike didnt die, he wouldnt die for quite some time, actualy.
Thuel just spit on Quick-Strike and walked off, letting him suffer. "Im gonna walk off, and let you suffer. Thats just part of being an enemy of Overmagus Archlich." Thuel walked back to the town and took out his phone. "Id like to report that, I have sustained cooling core damage, It was...percied by a blade. Id like a mechinaic to come down and repeair it ASAP." He hung up after talking to commands answering machine.
((So wow i zoned the [censored] out, been so gone, ok here we go))
Keegan, after running into the invisible wall of the tiny lizard sized dragon man, he sat up abit, then it all hit, the arguing, Tam going to bed in te middle of it and still he decided to not say a word, he just sat on his back and listened, hearing it all.
The vibration hit him, not nearlya s hard as Acid would notice it, but it was enough to get himt o stand up and look around, searching fo rthe source of it and ignoring everyone else in the room.
As the figure began to appear, he used his power too feel around the area he appaeareed in and ewas instantly repelled, which surprised him alot. Almost likea zombie he was drawn to the partial Moonscribe, the magic in his voice seemed to vibrate off of his body and touch every sence within him, which brought him closer and closer until he was eventuallys tanding directly infront of Moonscribe.
His blue eyes peered, trying to lock withthe other's shadowed features. A look of awe covered his own features and he just stood there.
Dust clouds rose over the hill of garbage. Behind that hill, Dragonistic yowled and screeched like a cat as Ink Dyne pulled her tail.
She snarled as she whipped around and scratched at Ink Dyne's eyes, her tail sending a wayward can into the air.
Ink Dyne jumped back, panting. "Why the hell're we doing this, anyway?"
Dragonistic froze in her tracks and let her claw drop to her side.
Yes, why ARE we doing this? she thought in puzzlement.
Ink Dyne held up the tin of roast beef. Almost immediately, Dragonistic's mouth watered.
"Give it to me! Please! I'm starving!"
Ink Dyne shrugged and tossed the beef at her head. Dragonistic caught it deftly, then she ripped it open and began to eat.
"...It seems lately like you're...Drifting away. You're a lot more distant."
Ink Dyne looked back. Was she angry, or was she just tired?
Ink turned to walk away.
"By the way, my name is Seraphim."
Dragonistic stared. This life must be taking its toll on Ink Dyne, for you never knew what she'd say next.
She wasn't like this before. Something was going on.
Dragonistic sighed and slowly opened her crumpled wings.
She grabbed Ink Dyne by the shoulders, then suddenly kicked off the ground and sailed over the dump.
"Let up a bit," Ink Dyne complained. "You're squeezing me too tight."
Dragonistic gritted her teeth. "If I loosen my grip, you'll fall."
@Dragonistic
Unless I'm quoting someone, EVERY SINGLE post above is QR.
<----Female
Dragonistic, Kheldragon, Ink Dyne, KheIdragon, Squiddy Attack
Total level is about 149.
EVILCAT
SEZ YOUR COMPU-TAR TASTE LIKE CHIKIN
((occ: YES more bird people 
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Xey awoke with a start and got up from the ground and went outside and took off. Xey flew above the city looking down he saw a crumpled figure on the ground seeing no one around and it looked like the man was in extreme pain; gliding down Xey looked down on the figure with pity and said
"Are you in pain?"
Of course he was in pain Xey thought but the question had slept out.
Not waiting for the man to answer Xey touched him the forehead with an open palm a white glow covered the man and the blade disappeared and the wound stared to heal at an alarming rate. Xey watched the mans wound heal through the normal means but at super speed removing his hand he stood up wings at full spread and looked at the man with a piercing stare the wound stop most men where they stood. Xey asked
"Why where you on the threshold of death?"
((ooc: going to use this guy to join rebels
o btw Xey is a Emp/dark))
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a City of Heroes movie on the way?
((Isn't Quick-Strike Leo's character? *boggle*))
"That can be agreed on." Acid took the offered hand, "Though you may want to be careful with the salavge bit. Things are damn often booby-trapped."
Listening to Experiment's monologue, he turned to Moonscribe again, "Didn't I ask you not to drive anyone nuts right now? No...wait...I didn't. I asked that nobody be driven nuts. Poor choice of words on my part..."
"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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Dragonistic hissed.
"Quit squirming!"
"Well, your claws are sharp!"
"Not my fault!"
"Yes it is! Go dull them scratching steel or something!"
"I need them!"
"So?"
"All you think about is yourself!"
"Hey, look! There's somebody down there!"
"Prepare for the ride of your life!"
Suddenly, Dragonistic's talons opened, and Ink Dyne screamed, the wind rushing past her as she fell.
WHUMP!
Ink Dyne found herself on her back. There was somebody under her.
"Rgh, just great," she muttered, climbing off Xey.
@Dragonistic
Unless I'm quoting someone, EVERY SINGLE post above is QR.
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Dragonistic, Kheldragon, Ink Dyne, KheIdragon, Squiddy Attack
Total level is about 149.
EVILCAT
SEZ YOUR COMPU-TAR TASTE LIKE CHIKIN
((Lmao...Uhhhm...I hope not, That was just some random name I came up with. Sorry Leo.))
"Oh, my apologies," Moonscribe said, bowing to them all again. "Yes, yes, I have never seen any of you before. Calm down, Experiment--I mean Pharaoh."
He really almost seemed to enjoy it.
Dragonistic ignored Ink Dyne's scream and flew on. She was a spoiled whiner, and they were THROUGH. Besides, she'd seen her save herself before, and she could do it again. Cushion herself with vines or something. Whatever the case, a little fall wasn't going to kill Ink Dyne.
As she flew on, Dragonistic just hoped that another person wouldn't do the job themselves...
@Dragonistic
Unless I'm quoting someone, EVERY SINGLE post above is QR.
<----Female
Dragonistic, Kheldragon, Ink Dyne, KheIdragon, Squiddy Attack
Total level is about 149.
EVILCAT
SEZ YOUR COMPU-TAR TASTE LIKE CHIKIN
Keegan continued to stare on, his hand raised slowly as if to touch Moonscribes face in mid speech. The boy stood upon his tip toes to bring himself closer to moonscribes eye level. He took in a small gulp and said, "Who....what are you?"
"Hmm?" Moonscribe said, and a gleam shone for an instant under his hood where his eyes would be, moonlight reflected off unseen glasses. "Oh, do not concern yourself with me, Pharaoh. I am really of no importance."
Voices.
There was somebody else here.
Quietly, Dragonistic landed just within earshot of the two.
Hmm, she said to herself. This looks interesting.
@Dragonistic
Unless I'm quoting someone, EVERY SINGLE post above is QR.
<----Female
Dragonistic, Kheldragon, Ink Dyne, KheIdragon, Squiddy Attack
Total level is about 149.
EVILCAT
SEZ YOUR COMPU-TAR TASTE LIKE CHIKIN
Acid sighed. This wasn't going anywhere. Then again, maybe a here wasn't the best place to talk strategy anyway.
"Alright guys, leave the poor man alone, otherwise you'll just get more and more confused." he chuckled, stepping towards the door, "C'mon, let's get to the bridge, maybe I can make some sense of all this there. Not to mention grab a bite to eat. Sound good...?"
"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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((Here, let me help!
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The Commander sat in his little chamber, exactly like all the other chambers.
He stared at the wall, as though looking through it.
"Commander?" a Resistance soldier said tentatively as he entered.
"Ah yes, Pharaoh," Moonscribe said, turning to the soldier, his face covered by a hood, as always. It was not that he did not trust his men enough to know his face and name, but the Overmagus had ways of getting information from people. No chances could be taken. It was for the good of all. . .
"Sir, Animator is organizing a force to send to Europe as soon as possible. Under his leadership, surely. . ."
"Of course," Moonscribe returned, cutting him off. It was rude, but this was business, and he of course already knew what the soldier was going to say. They were all used to it by now. "I have other news for you. I have located more potential allies."
"Really? That is excellent news, sir!" the soldier said, and he clearly really meant it. Though Moonscribe's secrets within secrets had ensured that no one ever found their main base or discerned the identity of their leader, still they needed men to fight, and they were falling fast.
"Yes, there are two--or one? So hard to divine, sometimes. . . At any rate, they are fighting for their lives even now in the West of this land. And over in Europe. . . Well, do not concern yourselves with that. For I already know who it is, and how to contact them."
To: SENECA
Subject: Overmagus Archlich
We too fight against him, and a resistance movement is already underway. We cannot tell you our base's location or anything else, of course. The mono shield cannot be perfect, and no chances can be taken. That said, I feel you already may know who I am.
Should you trust me, reply with a description of any and all teleportation jamming devices you have in effect on your ship. I can bypass them much faster that way.
Also designate a room of your ship from which you can enter my headquarters.
Should you not trust me, I am sure we can make a difference seperately as well.
--A friend
((And no, those are not exactly emails. In order to control a power that can do virtually anything and not go insane in the process, Moonscribe thrives on computer metaphors. That is only an email in the same sense that Moonscribe cuts and pastes pieces of universal "code" to another location.))