"You idiot, where have you been!?" a voice shouted at Midas as he and the group appeared. "There have been sirens! I sent your idiot excuses for robots out to find you before they started, I thought you'd gotten me killed! This kind of treatment is intolerable, now let me inhabit you so I can set this world right and stop this from happening!"
Midas ran to the Philosopher's Stone angrily and snatched it off the floor, throwing it to Acid. "Talk to him, he knows you." he growled.
"Vaguely, and for only about a day." the Stone said dryly. "He's more than likely just as incompetent as you!"
Midas tried to ignore his other self as he ran to his fallen robots and had them reboot as quickly as possible. They lurched up while the scientist was already collecting equipment, hastily shoving it into their arms in sacks and boxes. His most imporant items came first, such as projects he could carry out with him and showed some potential, as well as unique tools, his hard drive, and clothing. He ripped the entire clothing drawer off his workbench, in fact, setting it in Kibitzer's arms, who began proclaiming what an honor it was to be given the extreme honor of carrying the regal garb of the great and powerful Lord Midas.
The robotist swept up his blanket and tossed it to Essex. He couldn't do much better, but the blanket was bigger and warmer. He didn't have any children's clothes, though he dearly wished he could cover her bare feet.
((OOC: He's rushing around as Acid talks to the Stone, so I'll give you some time before I have him say he's ready.))
(( >.< Ok, my post has been eaten by the boards twice now... third time's the charm?))
Tam's growl turned into an outright snarl, fangs barred as she met John's eyes with the perceived challenge as her fur puffed up. She was only pherifirally aware of the second teleport to Philas' hideout, comsumed as she was with her staring contest with John.
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The cefetiria of the resistance cell was cramped and sparsely stocked. Non-the-less, the teenage girl hummed to herself as she prepaired a meal for her commander. Cutting up the, admitidly pathetic, vegitibales while seasoning the steak and setting the tray with her telekinesis, Cortianna kept a light touch on all the minds within the base.
As usual, she ignored the distrust or distane the others viewed her with, she wasn't fighting for to free the world from the Overmagus or to keep the Orenbagains from finishing what he started, she wasn't even fighting for a vague concept like freedom. The sole reason she was fighting was because Rosiland was.
Walking down the hallway with Rosie's meal floating behind her, Cort caught Rosie's cry, even if the intercom had been disabled.
Security breach!!
Dropping the tray, the pyrokinetic flew the rest of the way, wreching the door out of it's frame and throwing it at Ivory Engine's back, after a dip into Rosie's mind gave her the machine's position in her office.
"Get away from her you B-movie regect!"
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When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
Ballard also missed the teleport entirely, however, he began talking to the others without even turning. "Okay, who is here, exactly? Some info regarding what I am being dragged into would be nice before Lady Snarlsalot decides to attack me."
"You seem to have built up a lot of grump." Acid smirked at the stone, "So what's what? It's news to me that a power source can contain a person, so I'm guessing either something went wrong or you've just been using it for that purpose without really knowing its true potential."
Another growl from Tam made him sigh.
"Would you two simmer down for five minutes? Sheesh, it's like I'm surrounded by freakin' kids! Tam, plase calm down...you are Tam, right...?"
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"I -am- a kid." Essex protested as she tossed her old blanket to the ground to gather up Midas'.
The stark whiteness of her entire figure was apparent in that split second, between the sleeveless little white shift to the pallor of her skin. Even her hair seemed more white than blonde. The only color she even seemed to have was in those luminous green eyes, and the dried blood that was on her forehead, in addition to the no-longer fresh blood on her cheek from the gunshot.
As she leaned over to pick up the warmer blanket, a bit of her back was exposed, the top fraction of the heavy scars visible for a split-second before she wrapped it around her once again.
"...I have to run. My father told me so." she said, reaching up to touch her cheek.
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"All you [censored] are..." Rosalind growled as she kicked her desk-lamp in the way of the slash to disrupt it as she combat-rolled backwards. "...Is a white, mechanical ninja."
The Berettas flew out of her hands with a disgruntled toss, and in a fluid motion she drew a large combat knife from her boot and pulled a machete off the wall. Her eyes were cold as she regarded the Ivory Engine and she aggressively launched forward, parrying its attack of opportunity and jamming the knife at its neck joint with all her strength.
In the close range, her words came as a whispering, bloodthirsty taunt.
"And I say [censored] ninja."
With a quick slash, she rolled to the side, barely ducking the door that flew at Ivory from Cortianna. Rosie didn't look back. She knew she could count on her bodyguard come hell or high water.
"Corti." she said. "Grab the main intercom; the one in here is dead. We've got a Code Tessaract, I repeat, a Code Tessaract. Base location's been compromised, I want sectors Delta through Phi evacuated yesterday."
Japancakes.
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((Just a quick note, Open - for a character who just discovered his new powers, that might be a little much. ))
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If you want me to edit I will, but since it was only against some minro thuggs ki didn't think it was too big,since it was just a Nova burst, uncontrolled release of as much energy as he could in any direction, not really uncommon for someone with a vast amount of power but learning control over it, ya know?))
((So. . . you want me to make a post that could easily step on your toes, and I can't talk to you about it because you're "extremely inaccessible?" Okay! SUPER ROBY ATTACK AT RANDOM!!!))
The group carrying Kefetasura was moving into some sort of building now.
It was an abandoned structure. No one had lived there for years and years. The Overmagus's troops had searched it, of course. There was nothing there. No magical traces, no stray tech. . .
"This is it, I guess," a voice said.
The door closed behind them.
Nothing happened for a few seconds. . . and then abruptly they were no longer there.
No gadgets, no magical traces, nothing was left behind in the deserted house. If someone cared to examine the endless lines of code that defined the universe, though, they might find that two numbers had been switched. Two numbers among a vast collection of constants, variables and functions that were as close to infinite as anything could be.
"Ah yes," a voice spoke nearby. They seemed to be underground somewhere, and the room was dark and cool, with strange markings on the walls. "I see you have found something. . . Or someone, I suppose I should say. . ."
The voice was calm and polite. . . coming from a thin figure covered entirely by a deep blue cloak. He would not seem particularily powerful if Kefetasura tried to sense his abilities. No, he was just an ordinary man, who happened to be passing. . . really of no importance.
((This better be okay. XP))
Kefetasura looked at his surroundings with wary and suspicious eyes, his head tucked protectively between his shoulders.
"You," he said, more at the blue-cloaked man than to him. It wasn't an accusation or an admision of suprise. Just a simple statement of fact.
"When am I," he asked in a disoriented voice that spoke with the spark of the ages, "You." he said again, then added quickly, "Did I say that already?"
The demon walked around the room, trying not to touch anything.
"Has the giant robot destroyed the mages yet? How long has it been since the shift? Dear me, everything seems to be happening all at once all across Maya. The End Times were terrible, weren't they? . . . Wait. . . I know you? Or I did? Or perhaps I will one day? Have you ever been on television? Didn't you get killed by a demon? Not me. A different one. Of course you didn't! You're standing here now. No, must concentrate on this version of now. . . "
He rubbed his fingertips deep into his temples.
"Alright, I think I have it. You are the lead computer programmer at your place of business, and you prefer to have a normal cubicle like everyone else. Because . . . Because . . . Because an office would be of little importance to you?"
The Stone, oddly enough, seemed to scoff. Dont irritate me. It scolded. You have no idea how much stress Im under right now. Id tell you to just convince me to absorb me into his consciousness, but youll be wanting an explanation, wont you?
A sigh erupted from the gem, which seemed to glow brighter for a split second. From our brief meeting, youll know that my power suit contained a glowing stone on its belt. It may have seemed mere potpourri, but it was the source of power that allowed such an advanced piece of equipment work so flawlessly. I used it as a kind of battery, though in all truth it is an ancient artifact channeling the abilities of a long dead hero of ancient Greece. There was a man adept at putting powers in these gems, you see. His name was the Philosopher, so they were dubbed the Philosophers Stones. This is merely one. I believe the most famous was his first, which contained the power of the fabled King Midas, who came begging to be rid of his power when he discovered everything he touched turned to gold.
How this relates to us, however, is a different matter. After being arrested by several teen heroes I was sent to the Paragon City Ziggursky Maximum Security Prison. Youll know of the famous breakout that occurred, at which point I was released and taken to the Rogue Isles, where I feuded with both Arachnos and Longbow in several famous and impacting campaigns that showed the world the true power of genius and proclaimed my course: the betterment of society through destruction of democracy and propagandist media. Eventually I met the mystic Scirocco, who offered me a full pardon of the treasonous crimes in exchange for beginning a rather intriguing partnership. He was of similar stuff as me, with moral ideals and a wish for the true betterment of the people and not just himself. I assisted him through a rather enormous trial, and he granted me a request.
Scirocco had his Mu mystics channel their crimson lightning into the Philosophers Stone using a manuscript from a citadel in Europe. My power suit gained the ability to channel it into attacks, making me even more formidable in battle. Very useful.
Ill close that tangent quickly, there is something else you must know. When in battle for the love of my life, Cyba, I absorbed the power of the Philosophers Stone to defeat a psychotic maniac who had kidnapped her whilst I had been distracted by a matter of receiving my human form. I wont bore you with the details of that. Sufficient to say, a necromancer who has quite an interest in my uncannily resilient soul and has followed me for the past year in an attempt to retrieve it to his master, the one time Philosopher, now known as Immortal, took it upon himself to return the power back into the Stone and attempted to pilfer it. I managed to kill him, yet again, with the help of my dearest Cyba, and all seemed well, though I must think differently now.
It seemed that a bit of my essence, if only a small portion, had been transplanted into the Philosophers Stone when the power was ripped out of my body, similar to when my soul was transplanted from my body into Billyboy, then a robotic replacement. Either natural resistance or previous encounters with the enchantments of the Mallus Mundi seemed to have kept this portion of me from being warped as well. And a lucky thing, I do not wish to be a bumbling idiot, as this reality has set out for me.
The Stone seemed to take a deep breath, pulsing several times.
I have been patient with you and explained, if only out of respect. Now tell myself to absorb me!
Essex watched the stone's exchange with wide eyes.
"N-no." she protested, standing in front of Midas and extending her arms out to the sides protectively. "I like him. He protected me."
Her eyes falling on the glowing stone, she screwed up her sallow face into a little frump.
"You... are mean."
You want to disassemble me.
"You want to disasse-"
She paused.
"...I don't like you very much." she finally decided on, standing firmly between the rushing-about Midas and the Philosopher's Stone in the hand of Acid.
Japancakes.
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Lyden must have been surprised when he lifted up Xey. Xey only weighing around 97 lbs. was really light from his bones being hollow. Xey was actually quite pleased to have gotten so far carrying something other than his own body weight. Xey with the help of Lyden was walking to "Warm down his muscles"
After about a mile Xey sat down and asked Lyden to do the same so they could talk about there next course of action.
"So Unit Lyden where in Central Europe ok where in Central Europe? The Holy Roman Empire, France where? Xey had meant to say Germany but the Holy Roman Empire slipped out. Xey looked at Lyden for an answer to his probably out dated question. It was like he had been there or heard about it; it was all a haze anyway, like a movie and smoke is too thick to see past. But in recollection he sensed something deep and dark and very powerful inside him some thing masking an even more powerful force inside him.
((ooc so we got me t0manten and Agent_Darkstorm in Europe where is everybody else?))
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a City of Heroes movie on the way?
Tam broke her glare and turned to Acid, her face flickering briefly into confusion before nodding.
"Yes I am or at least was Tam Tam Khat a hero of Paragon but that's not possible but I think I remember it..." Shaking her head, sending her mane slashing through the air, Tam padded over to Essex and curled up, protectivly, behind her, looking at Acid, John and the others in faint distrust.
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Dispite the clear order, Corti decided to go one step farther.
<Attention Sector Lambda! Intruder alert! Code Tessaract is in effect! I repeat. Code Tessaract is in effect!>
The telepathic cry shot through everyone's mind at once with searing intensity. The norms would have on heck of a headache in an hour, but that wasn't her concern.
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The Stone glowed and crackle dangerously, emitting small, harmless sparks as Essex began speaking to it.
Youve already proven how worthless you are, little construct! the Stone spat back angrily. Your actions and judgment are dictated through programming and code, as are all of the actions and judgment of all machines! Your creator has done nothing but a cruelty to others by creating an illusion of compassion and soul within an artificial little girl!
The gem suddenly seemed to take a deep breath, the glow fading slightly, as though it were taken aback in surprise.
Youre human! the piece of consciousness cried out. Youre an organic in this world! How can you be an organic if your other form is artificial?! This makes no sense; its baffling! How can you be a living thing in one world and only a representation in another?! What ARE you, child?!
((I have no idea where Hal and Schizo are. :P))
Sheesh, the Phantasm said as it finally vanished, hit by a bolt of darkness. Don't ask much, do you?
"Whoopsie!" Schizo's right head laughed, as he shot out of the golem's path. Sickening purple light flowed from his hand in a wave at the golem as it descended.
It was formed of Schizo's essence, his true self, the body he inhabited merely a convenience. It would saturate anything it hit with pieces of his own twisted psyche. . . and they would take control of anything without the force of will to shut them out.
Without waiting to see whether the golem would go out of control, Schizo turned to the man with the sword approaching them.
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"Someone's in need of detention," the man cackled as he began walking toward the fight.
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"Bah! It's a free country and I can do whatever I want! Now give me back my comic book!" Schizo's left head cackled back, as Hal waited in Schizo's arms, ready to attack as soon as someone came close. . .
"I am --"
Essex trailed for a second, looking lost.
Replicated humanoid-
Bioengineered-
Procedurally driven artificial intelligence-
The bond of the soul-
I've done it, Roksana, our daughter will live--
What? Wings!? The energy, quickly! Raise the sigils! They mustn't-
Stay in the lab with me so you don't get-
We have to keep her here, Gretchen-
I don't want her in battle-
Protect her from the Overmagus-
How can an artifical heart feel-
Seraphim 666--
Selene--
Essex--
S6-
"...It's a secret." she finally said, folding her arms behind her back and rocking on her heels a little.
Japancakes.
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The Stone let out an outraged roar that failed to draw the attentio of Midas, who had expected yelling and was used to hearing his own screams in the first place.
"You impertinat little [censored]!" it cried out. "I don't have time to play games with you, I MUST know exactly how this came to be! If everyone has merely been transformed, then time hasn't been altered! Are you a human or not?!"
(( Germany, eh? Thule is German heheh. Im introduceing a new character here))
"Kommandant?" A robotic voice comeing from a Sheild Droid, with two 30Cal machineguns built into its arms. "Yes, what is it." Thule asked. "Unit OSA-35, found the fleeing meatbags potsition." Unit OSA-35 spoke in a robotic tone. "OSA, please stop playing Starwars as that droid fellow..." Thuel started, "Anywho where are they at?" OSA paused for a few seconds to get the exact location from the Stalites watching them, they watched everyone. "About 2 clicks north east, by the trees." He spoke.
"Alright, lets get going...Im going alone with you OSA. Keep me sheilded, also shut down, You have a tracker in you, we dont want any leakeing signals to get out." OSA shut down, Thuel kneeled down picked OSA up, who was now folded up like an over-sized laptop, 22centimeters by 33centimeters was his deployed size, his undeplyed size was 12centimeters by 17centimeters. Thule began to walk down the desolate country road...
Essex stumbled back, tripping over Tam as she jumped, startled, at the Stone's roar. Tumbling to the ground bottom-first with a melon-like thud, she stared, wide-eyed at the artifact like a deer in headlights.
"...My father said...N-not to tell anyone!" she stammered back. "And I'm especially not going t-to tell you...You're nothing but..a ...a mean rock!"
Her voice had reached a shrill volume, and it was strange - it seemed to fill the air with her words. Then, all at once, the mark on her forehead shimmered, and all was once again, ominously, as it should, as though the momentary resonation had only been a change in pressure....
Japancakes.
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The Stone quieted.
"What's on your forehead?" it asked softly.
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(( Germany, eh? Thule is German heheh. ))
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((occ Thule spricht Deutsch das ist lustig abor mine Deutsch ist schlecht 
hat ein guten tag))
(( FEAR ME FOR I AM BILINGUAL!!!!))
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a City of Heroes movie on the way?
Essex raised a hand to her forehead in surprise, her other hand propping her up in her seated position, legs still somewhat dangling over Tam.
"Father's sigil..." she said, more to herself than to anyone else.
Japancakes.
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OOC: Would make an actual post, but I can't seem to think straight at presently. >_>
MUST FINISH FIRE EMBLEM!
Hal and Schizo are in the midwest in one of the city's that the war between Orangeba and the World Empire ruined. It's around noon there. Which means for everyone else in Europe, it's some point at night. Something like that. And Hal? Moonscribe is approved, you can make yourself a small base thingie now if you want.
EDIT: Essex, Midas, Acid, and the gang are in Paragon, which is on the east coast. Just clearing that up right there. >_>
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.
Somehwere along the border of Oranbega. . . .
The Army of Steel was comprised of thousands of identical machines, each designed to function very well in the field of combat. The Secret Police was, likewise, composed of many thousands of men comitted to the stability of the government. Occasionally these two orginzations would find that their goals coincided, and when that happened it was protocol to make use of an Arbitrator. The Arbitrator, however, was not there to resolve the jurisdictional conflict as much as to simply remove it.
AHMAD (Arbitrator: Hermes-Model Assault Drone) was one such Arbitrator. Legend held that it was tinkered together by a robotics genius a century ago, and forgotten in a weapons locker until the Army of Steel stumbled across it when they sacked the labs Paragon City in the End Times. According to the story, the thing was so far ahead of its' time that they comandeered it, enlisting it into active service where it remained to this day. Most folks didn't put much stock in that kind of talk, however.
Standing at an impressive height of three meters and weighing in the neighboorhood of two tons, AHMAD was anything but subtle. It was painted a red so dark it might have been mistaken for black, and the machine was equipped with all the standard assault weaponry; twin plasma cannons, flamethrower, and shoulder-mounted mini-missile racks capable of single fire or salvo bursts. In addition, as if that was not enough, the magitech hulk could route massive electrical charges throughout it's superstructure, which made it very difficult to harm.
Perhaps the most disturbing feature of the massive war machine was it's head. Purple LED lights were configured into a genial face-like pattern; A face it now had cast down at the Secret Police Officer in charge of the scene.
"Situation," it requested in a cold, aniseptic voice.
"Oranbegan rebels have been disseminating slanderous lies impuning the Overmagus, and conducting raids from this location," the officer said in a professional but nervous tone.
"Desired Outcome?"
"Neutralize the threat presented to the local populace by subversive Enemies of the State."
"Collateral Threshold?"
"Minimal, if possible."
"Command Confirmed."
AHMAD tromped thunderously up to the cave entrance. The Archers standing guard loosed their crossbow bolts at it. They bounced off its' plating with a slight ping and a faint whiff of ozone. It stopped a menacing distance from the cave. Weapons powered to life with a sinister whine.
"Plead Your Case," the Arbitrator ordered.
Several Mages rushed out to defend their comrades, rallying behind the cry "Long Live Zoria!"
"Arguement Insufficient," AHMAD concluded as it opened up the blast shields of it's plasma cannons. Twin waves of super-heated blueish white plasma vaporized the Archers.
"We need time," a mage barked over his shoulder into the cave. A ghastly battle-cry shrieked out from the Oranbegans stronghold. Waves of Thorn Weilders swept down the slope to batter AHMAD with their cursed weapons. Its' defenses went into proactive mode. Generators hummed deep inside the beast, and giant arcs of electricty discharged from it, striking at everything nearby. What the flashing blasts of electricity did not accomplish, AHMAD's massive club-like arms finished off with ruthless efficiency.
The sound of maleficent chanting ululated dimly beneath the terrible screams and wet thuds of the battle.
"What're they up to," The Secret Police Officer wondered aloud. An Adamantium Golem shrugged in response.
A swirling green and black portal of flame coalesced in the air between the chanting Mages.
"We give ourselves to you! We die this day that our War may be won!"
The half dozen Mages standing around the portal were drawn off their feet and pulled through the air towards the hungering disc. Their bodies were compressed and crushed and rent asunder, and the disjointed pieces were quickly consumed, accompanied by the horrible sounds of snapping bones.
Three massive tentacles unfurled themselves from the eye of the portal. They slapped the ground with earth-shaking force, sending clouds of dust into the air. The tentacles found purchase, and soon were straining, as if dragging a great weight behind them. From the portal burst one clawed hand, then another. Both hands dug into the ground and pulled along with the tentacles.
Then, all at once, a collosal demon extricated itself from the portal. It stood as tall as a three story building, and towered above AHMAD. Its' upper body was that of a rhinocerous (if rhinos had three rows of serrated teeth, humanoid arms and hands that ended in four foot long claws), and the lower half of it's body was a mass of tentacles that flowed and shifted as to make it impossible to count them.
AHMAD gazed up at the beastly creature, a tiny red dot painted it's chest. It was beneath the demons notice as it breathed heavily and snarled menacingly at the Arbitrator. From behind, AHMAD could hear the sound of the Secret Police falling back to a safe position.
"Plead Your Case," AHMAD said flatly.
"I am summoned to break the bones of the world, and bathe in a sea of blood. Your lives are forfeit. Your time is expired. Your world shall end with the suffering of ages," the demons mighty voice thundered across the sky like mountains collapsing
"Arguement Insufficient."
Missile racks snapped open and AHMAD unleashed its' full complement of mini-missiles; a twenty-four pack of three kiloton laser guided micro-fusion rockets. The blast was equal to 144 million pounds of TNT, and it was centered on a single demon.
Well, a single ex-demon.
A veil of dust as dark as night blocked out the sun. All that remained of the demon was a smoking crater.
"That's freakin awesome," the Officer said, "We need to get more of those Arbitrator things. They certainly know how to earn a state funeral."
AHMAD came tromping out of the dust cloud and made its' way straight for the Secret Policeman, who gaped at the hulk in awe and disbelief.
"Threat Neutralized," was all AHMAD said.
((I'm getting tempted to have Schwarzherz go in on the side of the Oranbegans here. ))
"Uh...huh..." Acid strtched as he nodded once to the gem, "Ya know, you could've said that in a few less words."
Sheesh, why did techno-monging robotists almost always think they had to go monologuing to explain anything? Vern never did that...
"Alright, so basic gist is you're trapped in there and the alternate you won't let you out. Frankly, with you being so demanding about it, I can understand."
He looked at the alternate Phillis rummaging about for a moment.
"I'll admit he's paranoid, but you should really give him credit for what he's managed to do. Heck, you shoudl thank him for not getting blown up, enslaved, turned into a babbling idiot, or any number of things - none of them pretty - I can think of off the top of my head..."
"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: Bloody hell, slow down! I'm going to be posting a lot slower until Monday so try not to run ahead of me, ok? And Hal, make a post about Moonscribe getting Kef into his HQ. I'll introduce the Dark Animator and Wielder after you do.
BIC: The bullets that Rosie fired froze mere milimeters away from the bright white exterior of the assassin droid. After the entire clip was expended, the bullets rained to the ground.
"All communications to this room were severed approximately 0.7 minutes ago," the machine said in a flat mechanical voice that matched it's blank white face. "White noise device located within this units chest will prevent all sound from escaping this room."
Reaching behind it, the robot pulled a bladeless hilt from a hollow in its back. With a snik, a long blade extended out, runes flashing briefly over the naked adamantium. The blade was painted as white as the machine's armor, meaning that this was no ordinary assassination.
"The Ivory Engine does not fail," the assassin said as it started walking forward. "The Engine merely slays and slays until it is ordered to stop. Prepare for your death."
Quickly dashing forward, Engine brought its katana down on the table, splitting it in two with one stroke. Pulling its sword back, the android lashed out with a lightning fast stab at the now exposed Rosie.
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The unladen helicopter physically interposed itself between the Phantasm and the unloading pair, taking the beams of light and shuddering all over as smoke began streaming from several rents torn into its thin hull. Taking advantage of this distraction, the last two helicopters descended and landed, their ramps unrolling as soon as they touched down.
Heavily armed and armored Blood Knights leapt down from the hovering helicopters, hitting the ground with synchronus thuds. After deploying about fourty of these soldiers from each copter, the transports pulled up and away, attempting to flee the scene.
The golem that had thrown Schizo re-oriented itself and lumbered forward, jumping up into the air to try and knock the pair down by hitting them with itself. The Blood Knights began spreading out in support of the Steel Troopers, unable to see what the robots were firing at but able to blast bolts of darkness in the general area anyway.
From the final two helicopters deployed another forty Life Troopers, their machine guns ready and waiting for combat and their goggled faces searching for a target. Behind them walked a man clad in a business suit with an utterly serious look on his face and a long, thin sword clutched in his right hand. But belying that exterior was the mind that Schizo had sensed earlier, the one whose mind was lost in madness.
Turning, the man's glasses flashed in the sunlight as he looked directly at Hal and Schizo.
"Someone's in need of detention," the man cackled as he began walking toward the fight.
OOC: Quick mention here. Aside from the history of the world since WW2 and the general perceptions of the populace, nothing has changed. You can still access power through lines of thought that Archlich hasn't persued and the level of technology is at that which the CoX universe is currently at. Magic is just a lot more common then it used to be and the world is generally a lot less well kept.
Also, I really, really encourage talking with me on AIM, MSN, through PMs, or in-game to map out your posts. I find that it's really good for getting the real quality kind of stuff. My AIM, MSN, and global names are all Khellendrosiic. However, I will be extremely unaccessable until Monday due to Fall break and me being home.
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.