((Well, I'm about to turn the engine off and take a nap if the gate guards don't do something, and H'tead has probably ruined my paint job by bleeding on it 5 times over now. 
As for the space thing, I was just waiting for your go-ahead to post IC again. I even asked you about it in the channel. 
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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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Quiz time...If H'taed bleeds 15 gallons of blood a minute, and if he has 10 gallons of blood in his body, and if it takes the paint 5 minutes to be ruined, and the blood doesn't dry for 30 minutes, how long will it take for the blood to permanently smudge its self into the frame work of the car?
BONUS!
How long will it take for H'taed's brain to cease functioning after all the blood drains from his body?
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Midas snatched the Stone from the table as it grumbled to itself about imbeciles and hurried over to Vern, scrutinizing the dragonlike creature carefully. He didn't like Essex sitting on it at all.
"The sooner we get out of here, the better." the scientist remarked. "By the way, could you send my robots down as well? They're in the room we entered through."
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Damien looked up at his brother as Darean gave him a nod as a reply to an unspoken question."Take us with you, we got work to do on the ground." Damien told Vern.
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Experiment followed behind Midas silently, but rolled his eyes at Damien as he told the sentient lizard thing that they were coming along. Did they really need all of this attention?
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Essex just teetered on Vern's back, carefully balancing herself atop him.
She felt very, very odd.
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Vern snickered. Apparently, humans weren;t so complicated after all. He'd have to try just going somewhere insteadof asking everyone to come on already more often.
The journey to the drop bay didn't take long, and Midas' bots were present and accounted for. The shimmering lens of the fiktive transmitter seemed to gaze at the group like an all-seeing eye.
"Alright, here we go. Hold on to your atoms." Vern announced as an unseen force activated the transmitter, the energy keys of the holographic keyboards lighting up in lightning-fast sequences without any hand there to input the commands.
And once more, the ship was populated only by a few robots, its meager crew of Necrian soldiers, and something no one seemed to quite understand...not even Vern...
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They materialized where the communciations tower had stood - actually, more accurately a few meters from the rim of the crater that was left of it - surveying the scene that was Portal Court back in the 'normal' timeline.
They saw...
"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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((Waiting on a new assiginment from someone in LichTower so Thuel is on the "Waiting List" as it is said.))
(( waiting on ink Dyne or Lyden to post))
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a City of Heroes movie on the way?
((Due to EXTREME boredom, Im goning to write Thuels biography, Im postponeing EoDs untill I can figure out what happens next...Ill work Thuels biography into a future post somehow.))
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"Well, what do we see?" Midas asked impatiently as he tapped his foot and began drawing up picket signs against the tobacco industry.
Really, I miss this thread lots!!!!)
(("Pfft, I will tell you what we see. We see whatever it is our eyes are able to acquire through our sense of sight. Then, our eyes allow our brains to react to said sight.
"Of course, we need to know what said sight IS, but hell, details details..."))
OOC: *ahem* As of right now, I am officially erasing Diov's involvement from this thread. This means little more than Lord H'tead no longer being on top of Devious' car, thankfully. It also means that Diov ISN'T ALLOWED TO POST HERE AGAIN. Also, due to many comments and complaints I've seen on other threads, I'd like to ask people to wait a least two or three hours or until I post to post again. Thank you for your cooperation.
BIC: "Your identification, sir," the dessicated soldier standing next to the guard box said to Acid. Apparently he didn't recognize the Blood Roller's car or he really was asking the notorius killer for his ID.
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...a wide, jagged edged crater dominated the immidiate landscape, bored as it was into solid concrete and was deep enough that one couldn't see the bottom. A ring of trucks and vans were parked around the crater and various tables containing instruments both technological and arcane had been set up, each of them avidly attended to by robed or lab coated individuals.
There was also a floating platform that was slowly descending into the hole that was carrying what looked like a more mobile research team than the ones arrayed around the crater. They appeared to be scanning the walls of the crater with various devices as they went down.
There was also a small detatchment of guards, mainly there to keep away the curious and foolhardy. They all happened to be facing outward, however, and the scientists and mages were mostly occupied with their equipment.
"Hey, you there!" a red robed mage shouted at Midas as he walked toward the group. "No pets around the excavation site and especially no children! If you wished to show the family what has happened here, I would suggest waiting for the official investigation to end!"
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OOC: Xey, Tom? I'm going to edit things in your neighborhood. Dark Animator and his team teleported in next to you guys and the two of you are still together. Is that acceptable?
BIC: "Why hello there," the Dark Animator said after he had dropped out of the glowing rift in the air. "I believe my compatriots and I are here to rescue you two."
His compatriots came spilling out of the portal in rapid succession. They included a sextet of rickity looking but functional robots, a plate armored man wielding what appeared to be a rusty lead pipe, and a quintet of men armed with more modern weaponry and patchwork uniforms.
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Thule's comm. crackled for a moment.
"Senior Operative Thule," a static laden voice said. "You are ordered by word of Commander Danya to report to our headquarters with your prisoner. Once you arrive, you shall recieve your new orders and the prisoner shall be interrogated. The Army of Steel members with you shall return to their barracks for repair and refit once you enter the palace grounds. You may, however, retain several of them if you do not believe that you are capable of handling the prisoner yourself."
The comm. then shut off as abruptly as it had turned on.
OOC: Check back several pages for Commie's description of the palace and the Secret Police headquarters.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((Yay! Khell is back and burning at both ends!))
((. . . My mother says that, don't ask. ))
((Anyway, aeons ago I posted what Hal and Schizo were doing and it was never responded to, probably because the thread was going berserk. So that Khell does not have to go find it here it is.))
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A wind blew over the desolate landscape of western America, and Hallucinogen was nearly outrunning it, speeding invisible into the distance, ever further toward Oranbegan territory.
"They found us again," he muttered as he ran and leaped over ghost towns and destroyed buildings. "They always find us, no matter how far we go, or where we hide. What's even the point? Maybe we should just give up."
"Yeah, good idea!" Schizo cackled in his head. "I LIKE the way you're thinking, Hal!"
Hal chuckled to himself. "Thanks, Schizo. You've made me realize that I can't give up now. Not if YOU think I should. Thanks for being there for me."
". . . You suck," Schizo grumbled.
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((I have no idea where they are going, so feel free to have something happen or tell me where they arrive. Also bear in mind that Schizo is no longer manifested.))
Moonscribe (or rather his Disciple) smiled and struck a few keys in the air, and a grand piano appeared in front of him, taking up far less room than seemed physically possible.
He sat at the bench and began to play Scott Joplin's "Gladiolus Rag", smiling to himself, never faltering once.
((Nice description, Khell. I need just one more thing...))
Vern grinned in a hidden manner. This was going better than he'd hoped. Maybe there wasn't any need to make a mess of things.
"Just play along for now." he whispered to the others, quietly enough so the dig staff couldn't hear but the group all would.
The excavation didn't bother him much. It seemed they were looking for remains of the communcitions tower, and this was excellent.
They wouldn't find any. The entire thing had been rigged with a disintegration function. What the attack hadn't vaporized the rig had take care of.
It took Vern no more than half a second to take in the entire site. All they needed now was an out-of-the-way spot so he could signal SENECA to transport Hallucinogen to them. But were the Portal Corporation buildings still standing? Did PC even exist in Archlich's world...?
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The mirored windows of the car were truly excellent, and with the speaker system off, the soldier wouldn't be able to see or hear what went on inside...hopefully.
Whatever the man's motivations were, however, the auomated ID system of the gate accepted the identification marks on the license plates, spitting out an all clear.
Then again, maybe that wasn't enough.
"I think he'll need a bit more convincing." Acid chuckled to Kefetasura, "Mind helping me out for a sec...?"
((And burning the candle at both ends means basically making everyone your enemy, sort of what Hitler did with his war on two fronts. That's a classic example of burning the candle at both ends. ))
"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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Midas quickly adapted to the situation, used to impromptu after living in this horrible world for many artificial, yet so real, years. He quickly looked at the mage, surprised, and bowed an apology.
Terribly sorry, old sport, the guards didnt give me any trouble; I didnt realize we werent aloud in here. Please excuse the intrusion, Ive no intention of making any manner of trouble for the Overmagus, let him live forever! he apologized in a tone and slight accent that certainly wasnt his own. Just curious, was all, thought we may be able to sniff something out. Havent had much luck in the last few years, hoped to perhaps find something to turn that around.
The scientist was painfully aware that he was wearing a dirtied labcoat with no shirt underneath and a pair of ragged pants, not to mention the fact that his hair was a mop of tangles after all the running, sweating, and flying he had been doing lately. His face was ashy and his hands were blackened. His suspicious appearance, however, may just be taken for him being a poor man with not much to other things to wear or keep clean with. It certainly seemed proper considering Essexs shift and bare feet. He hoped he put up a good show. He always did.
He was still nervous as a lame rabbit in Jurassic Park, however. It didnt have to due with his performance or the scrutiny of guards. What he was afraid of was the Philosophers Stone in his pocket, a powerful artifact practically emanating Mu magicks and holding a secret that would have them killed in a heartbeat.
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Thule's comm. crackled for a moment.
"Senior Operative Thule," a static laden voice said. "You are ordered by word of Commander Danya to report to our headquarters with your prisoner. Once you arrive, you shall recieve your new orders and the prisoner shall be interrogated. The Army of Steel members with you shall return to their barracks for repair and refit once you enter the palace grounds. You may, however, retain several of them if you do not believe that you are capable of handling the prisoner yourself."
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Thuel clicked off his communicuator after receiveing the orders, and decided to dismiss his Army of Steel troops with a single word. "Go." he stated, turned around and looked at Boris whose face had a large bruise on its left side. He slipped out a pair of handcuffs and put them on Boris as tight as possible. He dragged the struggleing Boris down the halls, to a flight of stairs that lead downwards to the Secret Police Headquarters. He stopped and spoke to Boris "Heres what were gonna do here, Im gonna kick ya down de stairs and you're gonna knock on that door. Got it?" He stepped back and kicked the back of Boris's knees.
Boris fell with a large ammount of noise at the bottom, he got up and obeayed orders. He knocked on the door, was greeted by a man in black who grabbed him and closed the door. Thuel walked down the stairs, being reminded of his days in the Black Portal Project he shiverd and knocked on the door.
A womman answerd the door and greeted Thuel. He walked inside and waited for new orders.
Vern felt Essex shiver atop his back, where she was sitting, still riding on the large lizardlike being. Her wide, green eyes were fixed on the red robed mage.
Please don't...
She bit her lip, resisting the reflexive swell of energy that she knew, by now, would cause the butterfly rune on her forehead to glow. Thinking quickly, Essex rubbed her wrist against her forehead as if tired, sweeping her loose, fairy-blonde hair over the mark subtly.
She only hoped it was good enough...
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"Just...a bit....further."
Rosalind growled to Cortianna, limping through the Hallowed Halls. She paused next to the downed Damnwolf, her nose twitching.
"....[censored] strong magic." she said. "Well, Corti, looks like Ol' Skeletor up in Castle Greyskull really pulled out all the stops for us. We better get out of here before something else happens. I don't think I can take another fight like that for a while."
The were-human was regenerating slowly - a downside of all the magical restrictions on the base were that they dampened her own innate magical abilities as well - and that meant her fast healing.
"Once we get out, it's undercover until we rendezvous with the Sector Beta squadron." she said. "Hopefully they won't think too hard about a girl walkin' her dog."
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
((*Peeks in, looks around, has no idea what the hell he's gonna do or what's going on*))
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((*Peeks in, looks around, has no idea what the hell he's gonna do or what's going on*))
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OOC: *suggests he read all the way from the beginning and then send me a PM if he wants to join*
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((*Looks at the forty-seven pages*))
((*Head explodes*))
Experiment also quickly adjusted, his coat shirt already dirty from the running and explosions from earlier. His hair, usually in a set fashion, was now pretty randomly skewed about, fitting the 'poor' scene.
He whispered just loud enough for the red-wearing mage to hear him to Midas. "Hey, bro, when do we get to go to a bar? I haven't been to one in ages..." were his words, american accent and all. However, he seemed to wobble slightly, a very small hint of a slur in his words.
If anyone was truly paying attention, they may catch that either he played a drunk very well, or he knew all too well what it was like to be drunk.
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The mirored windows of the car were truly excellent, and with the speaker system off, the soldier wouldn't be able to see or hear what went on inside...hopefully.
Whatever the man's motivations were, however, the auomated ID system of the gate accepted the identification marks on the license plates, spitting out an all clear.
Then again, maybe that wasn't enough.
"I think he'll need a bit more convincing." Acid chuckled to Kefetasura, "Mind helping me out for a sec...?"
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"I'd be glad to, old bean," Kefetasura said with a chipper flair.
The handsome purple demon stepped into the minds of those nearby. He searched around, tugging on the threads of their psionic vibrations. Kefetasura sought out the essence of who and what they believed should have unquestioned access beyond these gates. He peeked in and out of their thoughts for a name to bind it all together, the one that would spring to their lips when they beheld the car's ID scan.
Thoughts of that essence were stirred to the forefront of their consciousness, blurring perceptions. Perhaps not enough to change the way he and Acid would appear, but certainly well enough that only the most rigidly alert soul would pay any heed to the discrepancy between reality and expectation.
Seeing the robed mage, Tam crouched low and growled threateningly. The being didn't have the stink of the Orenbagians, but the beast girl had no particular love for any robed magic weilder.
Claws flexed and dug into the ground as she prepaired to leap at the mage and releive his shoulders of the burden of his head.
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Cortianna nodded shifting the emergency pack they had stashed near the entry into the Halls.
"I'm touched he thought we were worth such effort. Really, I might just cry here."
Her mind was cautiously probing ahead. The odds of any of the Overmagus' troops getting here was slim in the extream, well, alive anyways, but the Halls had their own brand of danger.
"Once we get out, it's undercover until we rendezvous with the Sector Beta squadron." she said. "Hopefully they won't think too hard about a girl walkin' her dog."
The psychic smiled grimly. "If they do, I'll know about it and... correct them." A twinge in the psionic ether paused her. "Something's wrong ahead..."
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When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
What Vern saw would surely disappoint him. Instead of the well kept and high tech buildings of Portal Corp surrounding the group, they instead appeared to be on the outskirts of a university campus. The First World University, as it was known, was a highly prestigious academy that had been established by Overmagus Archlich during one of his early goodwill tours of the world. At the university one could learn the fine arts of magic, science, mathematics, and engineering. The magic department was divided up among evocation, conjuration, and summoning. The crater where Acid's beacon had been seemed to lie on the magical end of the campus.
Portal Corporation was effectively gone from this world. Archlich had made sure of that.
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The undead soldier nodded to himself as he looked over the computer's readout. Something seemed a bit off, but he attributed that to still being new at this whole undead thing.
"Very good, sir," the soldier said as the road block was raised out of the way. "Have a good day, sir."
Acid and Kefetasura would find that their method of fooling the guards would work quite well....up to a point. But such a point probably depended on where Acid was headed.
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In the room where Thuel entered there was a plain oak desk. On the desk there was a thick file. Inside the file were pictures taken of all of the members of Acid's group along with whatever information was avaliable on them. Some, in Acid's and Essex's case, were very sparce, with nicknames given them in place of their real names and very little information filled out. Others, such as with the Cross brothers, were more detailed. Also inside this folder was a mostly blank piece of paper signed by Commander Feliks Danya himself. It read: "You have half a day to do whatever needs doing in New Mu. Once you are finished, meet with General Jack, he shall inform you of your targets' current whereabouts. They are considered armed, super powered, and dangerous. Don't dishonor the Secret Police by getting yourself killed."
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The red robed mage sighed as he got closer and gave the other members of the party a stern glare. He also sneered at Tam and Experiment.
"No need to try and fool me," the mage said. "It's fairly obvious why you and your group are here."
He sighed and shook his head before stepping forward and putting a friendly arm over Midas's shoulders, drawing him away from everyone else a bit and pitching his voice low.
"I know what it was like when they cut your funding," the mage said and then held up a finger in case Midas would interupt. "No need to hide it. It must be especially hard for you, what with the large family you apparently have, but do not be dissuaded by sub-par demons like that cat and lizard thing. I'm sure you'll be able to pull yourself together and make something truly monstrous at one point or another and put some bread back on the table. But here isn't the place to start searching for inspiration or new techniques. I feel for you, really, I do, but I think we'll all be well off if you and your family leave now before the soldier start asking questions. Oh those soldiers can slow down the investigation for months if they smell the tiniest hint of duplicity!"
The mage had let go of Midas about two thirds of the way through his speech and was now muttering to himself at the meddlesome military as he started walking away. He turned around once or twice to make a shooing motion toward them but appeared to have mostly started to ignore them.
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"Something was wrong, commanders," came a voice from around the corner.
A skeletal head, the symbol of the Army of Death engraved in between its eyes went rolling across the floor as though it had been kicked. The speaker followed the skull and bowed slightly toward Rosie and Cortianna. Not that it very easy for him to bow in his bulky power armor, but he managed it nonetheless.
"Good to see that you are both still alive," the rebel said. "There was an ambush at the exit of the tunnels but we managed to take care of it with minimal losses. With your permission, ma'am, I'd like to dismiss the troops to make their way as they can to Sector Beta. We'd be much less likely to be caught if we moved individually or in small groups."
OOC: I think that's everyone. Someone go and stab Tom and Cyrickain in the foot for me, will you? They need to come back. Oh, and stab Xey too while you're at it.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((stab me? im waiting for tom or Squiddy_Attack to post so our part of the story can continue))
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a City of Heroes movie on the way?
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OOC: Oh right. I think Squiddy left, since she never replied to my way earlier post. Ok, so we're just stabbing Tom and Cyrickain then.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Vern wasn't exactly disappointed - he was downright amazed! A university! And one of magic and science to boot! This was fantastic!
He read the signs on the buildings one after another. Applied evocation laboratory, theoretical sciences complex, summoning ritual tower, engineering building, library...!
Focus, you idiot! You're not here to read, you've got a job to do!!!
Right, job to do. Alright, so if this had been there and was now here...the crater was at the magical end of campus, which had been the center of the court...that meant the mathematics section held what he was looking for now, specifically the building labeled 'Center of Applied Differential Methods'.
He smiled. This wasn't going according to plan, but working wonderfully anyway. Midas played along perfectly, and even the normally naive Essex had gotten wise and quickly adapted to the situation.
"Let's go, guys." Vern urged them towards the building in the same whispered tone, making sure none but the team heard him, "This way..."
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((OOC: *Poke* Can we go yet?))
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OOC: I don't know. I'm kind of stuck on the whole "Can't advance plot in space" thing.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.