Pops yelled as he saw his grenade explode in the detention field, "No way!" his mind was so focused on the grenade, that he didn't notice the force bolt coming towards him, which knocked him towards the edge of the rooftop, so that his head was actually hanging off the edge, quickly he jumped back to his feet, which brought him into direct contact with a barrage of burning energies. "Gah!" he cried out. Yet, moments later he chuckled, "That was kind of hot. But not quite strong enough buddy, this suit is tougher then that!" Mere moments later, Pops realized something was amiss. Soul Striker was not attacking him. When he turned around, he found something quite disturbing.
Soul Striker was running to Pops' sniper rifle on the other side of the building. "NO!" Pops yelled, as he chased after Soul.
Soul Striker turned around as he ran, and noticed Pops chasing after him.
I've got to end this...
Soul Striker dived towards the sniper rifle, and managed to grab it, as he landed on top of it. Instincitvely, he rolled over and fired blindly. When he actually looked to see if he hit, he found Pops was standing right atop of him. But Pops wasn't attacking...he had both of his hands held onto his chest. Did I get him...? When he took his hands off, you could see the red blood on his fingers. Yet he chuckled as the blood continued to pore out.
Pops: "Good shot ki-" But as Pops congratulated Soul, the sound of Jake's bots firing was heard, as they all converged on Pops, the explosion sent him flying off the roof, ending with a resounding thump as he landed in a pile of trash beneath the building. Soul heaved a sigh of both relief, and sadness. "Thanks Pops." But what do I do now...?
Twilight arrived in time to merely see a man in Souls' armour get shot off of the roof. "Hm, we missed the battle then?" Looking at Soul Strikers' face however, he knew this wasn't just one of their ordinary fights. "We sense; what's the word...Anger? No. We sense...Sadness."
He hovered next to Soul. "He looks familiar. You knew him I take it?" This was followed by a small chuckle and a sort of shrug. "Such is the way in times so foul, a wonderful moment of gloom such as this should not be wasted. Let us find the one known as Steve, we should seek our next move."
As he floated towards Jake to ask about the situation he once more turned towards Soul and began to speak, the ancient malevolence in his voice taking dominance once more.
" Come now, no use in crying over spoiled meat." He always was one to agitate the wound.
Psycho13 and Durj arrived shortly afterward. They surveyed the damage, and made their way for the pair.
"You alright, man?" Psycho13 asked, "Hey, this is an old friend of mine..."
Kip saluted the mourning meta and turned to examining more of the wreckage. When he noticed the damaged body's similarity to Soul Striker, he understood the somber sensation he was detecting.
It was time to change the subject and the tone.
"We should probably work on getting the Hell out of here," he grunted, "Those bombers won't stop until the last of this place is rubble..."
He turned to Psycho13.
"You ruined a pretty sweet deal over at my pad, you know. It already was rubble. Now, there's enough heat, or whatever other craziness that attracted Twilight there, to bring Mayhem's mystic troopers, or whatever they are, down on my head..."
"You looked like you were looking for a new place, anyway, man!"
Kip rolled his eye.
"So, anyway," Psycho13 turned to Twilight and Soul Striker, "What's the plan, Stan?"
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Twilight:"He looks familiar. You knew him I take it?" This was followed by a small chuckle and a sort of shrug. "Such is the way in times so foul, a wonderful moment of gloom such as this should not be wasted. Let us find the one known as Steve, we should seek our next move."
"Give me a minute." Said Soul Striking, rather annoyed. What'es he find so amusing? Someone dying, is never something to enjoy.
Twilight:"Come now, no use in crying over spoiled meat."
This happened to strike a chord in Soul Striker's mind, and he now spoke with more then a hint of anger. "I suggest you shut, your mouth about him, less you want to be in the trash heap with him too!"
Soul Striker's hands were by his sides, curling into fists, it had gotten to the point he was so wrapped up he didn't even notice Psycho had already started speaking.
No one has the right to mock him. No one.
Jake sighed and rubbed the back of his head in a nonchalant manner. "Just let him mope. The guy was like a father to him." He said, adding, "Mind you a father who would sooner kill his kid than risk having him found by the Masters, but hey? Who am I to judge?" Under his breath.
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Wirespike had nothing to add on the subject, instead turning to Psycho13. "Firstly, let me classify myself as friendly. Believe me, if I wanted you dead, we'd already be fighting. Secondly, I have no earthly clue. The only reason I'm even here is because I happened to spy my younger self." He said, hiking a thumb to Jake. "So, on that note," He crossed his arms. "I'm open for suggestions."
Arrow and Windsong stood over their work. One crashed flyer, due to a wave of sonics overloading their systems and an explosive arrow in the exhaust, and a dozen soldiers, plus one Heavy Assault.
Both of their costumes were torn in several places, Arrow's brown hair peeking out in tufts from a tattered mask. A few wounds bled freely, but nothing too severe. "Well, now that that's done..." started Arrow.
"We do need to talk, but not here. Let's find Steve and the others. At the least we can report on the damage," said Wind. She smiled at Arrow who gave a nervous smile back, shifting his feet a bit.
"Listen, I-" He found himself cut short as blood splattered across his face. Arrow looked back up to see Windsong staring straight forward in horror. He couldn't understand until a faint red line traced her neck, then her head fell one way, her body the other.
A man in a red and black costume was holding her up by the back, wiping his blade clean, then let the body fall with a thud.
He looked up, expecting his next target to be a pathetic soldier. The sight he recieved instead made him start. The assassin threw down a smoke bomb and disappeared.
Arrow stood in shock. His brother. Ruby Blade. And he'd just killed... A cry echoed through the broken city.
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The Ruby Blade perched far away on one of the few remaining rooftops. His brother was dead! This was impossible. He had killed him with his own blade! But there was also those odd readings... Could it be?
The assassin's instincts told him to return, finish off his brother once and for all. But no... He needed this hunt. He needed to enjoy the chase once more. Without it, his life had been nothing but mindless, simple battles. He needed a new challenge.
He sheathed his blood-red blade and instead headed back in the direction of Dark Astoria. He had things to report.
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As the Proc Bots exploded, Panzerfrau's voice came in over the flyer's loudspeakers. "You can't devheat ze power of ze Masters! You-" Hotaka's dragon appeared into full view. "[CENSORED]! Pull up! Pull up!" The flyer's nose rose, though the actual upward movement wasn't very quick.
This exposed the turrets, but they still had the ability to fire rapidly at the dragon creature, particulary the head and eyes where Hotaka stood.
The Assault Bot's other arm also converted to a rather sharp implement. It's entire top section began spinning rapidly as it stepped toward the Oni, intending to shred it.
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"Oh, I believe zis way is quite fun..." Harlequin's eyes began to sparkle as she raised her arms. The room shook with the force of her power, and she began to cackle in insane glee. A wave of psionic power shot forward, the same that had disabled the turrets so easily.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
"Yeah, I think it will," replied Toy just before his head snapped back, the force of the mental attack literally demanding that his body respond to it.
But if Harlequin had expected to end this fight in one blow, she obviously hadn't read up on Toy Dispenser's file. Or most likely she didn't recognize him. After all, he had been operating as the gold armored Vendetta for almost the whole time the Masters had been in control. Regardless, Toy Dispenser was barely phased by the mental attack, aimed as it was at the ridgidly logical minds of mere machines and although Toy was certainly an android, his mind was much more chaotic and unstructured than a machine's. In fact, if Harlequin wasn't looking right at him, the brief touch of her mind to his would have haved her fooled that he was a human.
"Going to have to do better than that, Harle," Toy smirked as he flicked one arm like a whipe, sending a crackling bolt of electricity slamming into Harlequin's side. He knew that her next attack would have corrected for the mistake she had made and was determined to put her down as fast as possible.
"You have no chance to survive," Toy Bot stated as energy coils on its arms glowed green before a ball formed in between its hands.
"Make your time," Toy Bot added as it hurled the ball of radiation at the villain.
"And make it fast," Large Toy added as it flung a bolt of fire at Harlequin's head.
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Ignored for the moment, Small Toy took the time to fling a precisely aimed web grenade at the assault bot as it started spinning. The sticky webs caught fast and trapped the machine while it's torso was facing to the rear, hopefully giving the oni just enough time to finish it off before the bot cut through the webbing.
Then he reactivated his cloaking field and faded from sight.
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.
Kipland Durj heard the angry words issuing from Soul Stryker and acted fast. Leaping up to the man in the dark blue armor, he snapped his fingers in front of his face. Pulling his hand away immediately, he stared his eye into the visor so he could be sure he had Stryker's full attention.
"Hey," the scrapper's voice was as crisp as his snapped fingers, "Here's some simple advice for dealing with [jerks] like him. [Forget] 'em."
Kipland pointed a finger at Twilight.
"You. You got some nasty tricks, I'll give you that, but you better start watching yourself. A few of us here are friends, and nobody wants to be the guy outrun to get away from the bear. Considering your behavior as of late, odds aren't too good it won't be you, so watch your fricking mouth!"
"Now, look, people, it's time to calm the [expletive] down! We need a plan, and we need to get moving!"
Psycho13 nudged Soul Stryker with a friendly elbow.
"That's why he's a leader!"
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Harlequin whirled as the electric coil hit her, smoking as she came to a stop. The mime pouted, an expression that quickly turned to a face of complete insane glee as the three began their next attacks. "Oh, I zink I have all ze time in ze world!" she shouted.
As the attacks came, a shield of psionic energy flared up in front of her, the elements dissipating on contact. With a flick of her hands, Harlequin sent the shield turning horizontal, then splitting apart into dozens of razor-like disks. With a flourish of her arm, they rushed forward at the trio, her laughter urging them onward.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
The Oni took his chance when he saw it, not hesitating to try and slash the Assault Bot to burning embers. The demon knew he wasn't long for this world - in fact, if the robot managed to get loose for any reason, the resulting strike would nearly instantly discorporate him.
Not so the dragon. It ducked low with remarkable speed, bringing a wing up to disperse the Flyer's rapid-fire munitions, apparently shielding the martial artist atop its blank, white eyes from harm. Hotaka's chuckle echoed once more.
Curiously enough, the man himself didn't even move a muscle. It must've taken every last bit of his concentration to now command the creature he'd called to this plane, the dragon lurching ahead with speed, beating its mighty wings but once to leap at the aircraft.
Indeed, it seemed unbalanced somehow - the left wing seemed just slightly out of place, a tiny bit lower than the right, like the beast had suffered a sprain of some sort - but still more than capable of catching up to the ascending aircraft.
The Flyer bobbed wildly in the air as the two collided, a clawed hand crashing through the cockpit windshield without mercy, crushing the life out of the poor man now trapped in his harness. The second set of claws dug deep into the craft's armor, drawing long gashes as the dragon tried to get a firmer hold, the massive gouges penetrating all the way into the vehicle's passenger compartment...
((Oh, and you've yet to send everyone away to Croatoa, BB. 
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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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This time Twilight meerly nodded. "We suppose you are right. That may not have been entirely appropriate. Not to say it wasn't refreshing to feel more anger, though we suppose we apolog-" Before he could finish the sentence a surprised look came over him. "Well....It would appear we've lost one of our own now. Yes; I can feel the sorrow emenating from the one known as Obsidian Arrow. It is--intoxicating. This power ended feels familiar, like the one who was hauled into my temporary home Perez." He began flying in a northbound direction. "Follow if you wish!"
((Whoops. 
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Sybil stepped up to the computer, keying in the orders herself. The tele-pad began to hum, signaling it was ready. "A team will meet you there," she said, turning to the ones leaving. "Good luck."
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((Shoulda described this ship better. My fault. 
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The dragon's claws raked into one of the pilots, who indeed had no chance of escape. The other four, from their side-control boxes in the dropship's bridge-like setup continued their work, though obviously unnerved.
Panzerfrau stood in open-mouthed amazement. Zhis shouldn't be possible! That glass could vithstand a hail of bullets! Laser fire! Arcane power!" The woman was visibly fuming, literally actually, pieces of her armor giving off steam. "Tear it avay!" The turrets re-aligned their fire, all at once setting off a pulse of pure force directed at its softer underbelly. It should be effective. The force technologies were modified after her own father's.
And Nemesis was no fool.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
Jake observed Twilight as he flew off in a random direction, stating calmly that Arrow was very upset with something, and implying that he was going to him. He glanced at Wirespike, who merely shrugged.
"I'm only here to make sure you don't get killed. It's your call."
Jake sighed and put his palm to his forehead. "We'll hang here for a bit, then. When Striker feels like being useful again, we'll go to Perez."
"Sounds like a plan." Jake's double responded, crossing his arms and adjusting his position.
A building door bust open. Alarms bust off. Gunfire is heard.
A man with a black trenchcoat, short, furry hair, and a red bandit mask, with many thugs following behind him emerged.
"Alright, lets stash our cash." the second thug said.
"Why, its useless... I heard there are even bigger villans in town... they could easily steal it..." the Mastermind mentioned.
"Shall we?" Baalial remarked with a toothy grin to Block Bot, then waited no longer to step onto the telepad. Croatoa would be in for quite a ride today...
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Contrary to popular belief, a dragon's soft underbelly wasn't very soft at all. Indeed, there wasn't much difference between the armored scales of the abdominal area and those of the back.
Of course, as any experienced soldier would tell one when asked, ballistic armor didn't really counter getting shoved somewhere.
Claws the dragon may have had, but once the Flyer's material gave way, the only thing those accomplished was to tear more gouges into its fuselage until they had nothing more to hold onto. The dragon tumbled off the aircraft with speed, the force bolt slamming the creature into the remains of a burnt-out building on the ground, kicking up a great cloud of smoke and dust...
"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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The Mastermind walked, along with his thugs, stealthily into Independence Port from Kings Row. He noticed the several lonbow and police around, so he remained as quiet as possible. He managed to scare off a few civilians and police, all of them deciding to report his activity. Eventually, a gunshot was heard, followed with several screams. He was just repeating his last activity. This time, something was blocking his way through to the money...
Soul Striker was seething with anger, but was snapped out of it, literally, by Kip.
Kip:"Hey, here's some simple advice for dealing with [jerks] like him. [Forget] 'em."
Soul Striker looked down at the floor and grumbled, "Yea...I guess..."
Kipland:
"Now, look, people, it's time to calm the [expletive] down! We need a plan, and we need to get moving!"
Soul then felt the nudge of Psycho saying,
"That's why he's a leader!"
Soul merely shrugged, "Sure...but who is he again?"
When Twilight flew away, he felt a slight twinge of anger come back to him.
How can he be so calm about all that's going wrong?
However, the anger was quickly shifted at the young Jake, who happened to be talking to his other self.
Jake:"We'll hang here for a bit, then. When Striker feels like being useful again, we'll go to Perez."
"Hey, shut up!" Soul shouted. "I'm perfectly freaking fine, let's go!" He then took a few seconds to stretch his legs, and leaped away, following Twilight.
Jake smirked and put his hands in his pockets, muttering something about 'subtle manipulation', making sure to keep Soul from hearing it.
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The Mastermind walked, along with his thugs, stealthily into Independence Port from Kings Row. He noticed the several lonbow and police around, so he remained as quiet as possible. He managed to scare off a few civilians and police, all of them deciding to report his activity. Eventually, a gunshot was heard, followed with several screams. He was just repeating his last activity. This time, something was blocking his way through to the money...
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((Erm... Did you even read the introduction post? Or any posts after the first? For one, I haven't received a PM from you. For another, Longbow isn't around anymore. Nor any 'police' by our meaning of them.
IC post of my own coming soon.))
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
((Oh, sorry.... cancel the police and longbow part. And yes, I read the posts, I didn't see any PMing needed))
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((Oh, sorry.... cancel the police and longbow part. And yes, I read the posts, I didn't see any PMing needed))
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((*ahem* I'm not normally one to nit-pick but, as someone I know would say, We Regret to Inform You...
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((Here are the rules.
1. No God-Moding.
2. PM me for permission to join.
3. I control the Masters. You control characters made by you.
Characters have two easy ways to enter the thread. Either they are older versions who have lived through these events, or entered via a portal. I'll provide an easy way for that kind of entry later in this post.
If you have any questions, concerns, PM me.))
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So... Yeah... >.>
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((O_O I didn't see that there. Well, ive PMed him allready, but he isn't on soo))
The group came upon a fairly startling sight. Arrow, costume torn apart all over, holding a head in his hands, the body lying across his lap. His costume was thoroughly soaked with bright-red blood, and the emotions in the air were so full, that even those out of touch with such things could feel them.
Before anyone could approach him, the archer pressed a button on his belt, disappearing as his cloaking device rendered him invisible. The body slowly laid down on the rooftop, as if being carefully lowered. There was a brief scuffle of boots, and he was gone.
And of all those feelings in the air: death, sorrow, one of them stood stronger than the rest.
Rage.
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They reappeared in a heavily wooded area. The feel of magic in the air told them they had reached Croatoa. But something felt wrong about the place. The stench of death and decay here was greater than it had been before.
The trees, formerly strong and lively, were now shadows of their old selves, black and withered, leafless. The air was cold, and dread seemed to drift around them.
Up ahead a camp of Resistance soldiers were preparing for the arrival of the weapon, fortifying what looked like the entrance to a bunker.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
Panzerfrau pouted at the extensive damage to her flyer. Her beautiful, streamlined, sleek machine... so...
The villainess snapped out of her train of thought. This 'dragon' thing needed to be taken care of, and her weapons didn't seem to be able to do much to its thick hide. She contemplated contacting one of the more mystically inclined...
No. She could handle this. Information rushed past her monocle. After a few seconds, a little grin crossed her face.
"Ze eyez! Aim for ze eyez!" she screamed. The men not lying with their entrails on the floor nodded, nervously setting the turrets targeting systems. A quick series of beeps confirmed they had locked on.
"But ma'am, last time-" began a soldier.
Panzerfrau drew a laser rifle and fired a burst point-blank through his skull. The man collapsed on the ground, head smoking.
"FIRE!"
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
Psycho13's face was screwed up in a mix of horror and sickness. Kip glared at the back of Twilight's fading form.
"That was ghastly!" the knife-wielding scrapper shouted.
"Hey, you're the one feeding it," Kip replied as he started heading off to follow their disturbing ally, "He seems to have taken a real liking to ya, too. I think you were trying to kiss the wrong guy."
"Oh, come on!" Baker barked back, "You know I was just kidding!"
"Whatever, Levi..."
"Whoah!"
Kip turned and arched his eyebrow. Fearing the worst, he looked about, but found nothing.
"What? What is it?"
"Dude," Psycho13 placed his hand on Kip's shoulder, "These guys don't know my real name! I've been calling myself... Dammit, what was it... It was a name I've always liked..."
Kip shrugged in response.
"Jacob! That's the one!" Psycho13 suddenly shouted triumphantly, "I called myself Jacob. So, when you talk to me, either use my moniker, or Jacob."
Kip nodded. Turning away, he screwed up his face with disdain.
"Fricking idiot."
Kipland leaped into the distance, Psycho13 bolted down the street. Despite their objections to Twilight's nature, they couldn't ignore the fact that the guy seemed to have a viable plan, so their destinations followed his path.
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.