((Bumpitty bump...)
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((happy birthday acanous....but the bump was unneccesary, it has only been a few hours since you posted, BE PATIENT.))
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
((Especially considering most of us have school and/or jobs. >.>
Also, gonna wait on Anthius before posting.))
((Or both. Or neither. Holidays rock!))
"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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((yeah that whole day job thing can kinda keep people from posting, then Christmas shopping and all the other fun stuff to do in this season. And since the drones had already missed one skyraider they can obviously miss.))
Anthius barely had time to react to the lightning bolt as he tucked his wings in and spun out of the way, the bolt passing inches away from his chest. He was forced off of the offensive though and couldn't finish his attack. He then let his wings dissipate into a pile of feathers he didn't need them to fly and weren't really helping his mobility at the moment. He took a quick moment to survey the surroundings, with the drones coming out they were defiantly out gunned here.
He was about to yell at Acanous to make an escape when Acanous yelled the same thing to him. So he rose up and flew after Acanous pushing as fast as he could (activating elude) to leave their enemies far behind. He felt a slight pull as the drone tried to teleport him but he was moving much to fast for the port to get a hold on him to move him anywhere.
He looks over at his friend while flying away "It's never a dull day with you around is it Keeper."
Malak did not seem pleased with the escape attempt, hurling a ball of crimson lightning that packed enough punch to seriously harm even a being of pure electricity after the fleeing heroes.
Then again, appearances could be deceiving...
"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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"You know how it is, if it gets dull, I usually find SOMETHING to keep me entertained"
Looking down to see if his enemies were pursuing, Acanous noticed the large ball of lightning heading up towards him. Taking no chances, he air-tackled Anthius, spouting off a string of random-sounding numbers as Negative energy, black-on-black cacooned them both; swapping thier area in space with a potted plant, a well stitched throw rug, and a sofa.
All three items, obeying the laws of gravity, began plummetting, catching the lightning ball along the way.
(Now imagine if you will, flaming furniture falling a few hundred feet after a skermish >.>
Closing the gate inside of a run-down office building that overlooked Steel Canyon, Acanous practically collapsed in the nearby fuzzy office chair, trying to catch his breath.
Wonder if there's a water cooler around...
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Gah... my brain is totally dead. Have my traditional winter virus attempting to kill me, and I just can't think of anything to do with either Build or Devious' situations.))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((Something involving purple rhinoes, ballet, and a rubber duck with a bicycle pump would fit.))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
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((Something involving purple rhinoes, ballet, and a rubber duck with a bicycle pump would fit.))
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((And I now have the mental image of Scirocco running screaming from a ten-ton rubber duck, Indiana-Jones-in-the-Temple-of-Doom style, screaming "The lightning! It does nothing!"
I think I'm tired >.< ))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((Remind me to bring this up when Scir fights Bang.))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Does speed really affect a teleport?
Not trying to nit-pick, I just didn't think it did.))
((Depends on the kind of IMT. if you're teleporting by-area or by-location, then yes, speed does affect the outcome, although you'd have to either know where and when the IMT would happen, and be out of the area when it was about to happen, OR you'd simply have to be moving fast enough[and erratically enough] that the person attempting to queue the IMT simply couldn't figure out where you'd be to lock you in.
Teleporting by "String", or using the quantum connection between all matter and energy in order to connect two places in space and time cannot be dodged per say, however, due to the fact that you could only lock on to "The area around sub-particle/wave (X axis location)x(Y axis location)x(Z axis location)x(Exact time of teleport), one COULD theoretically "Dodge" it by maneuvering in such a way that it would only take a percentage of your body mass instead of the whole thing. In this scenario, you're going to lose a limb at best, but you wouldn't be teleported.
Of course, teleporting VIA meathod 2 would require a supercomputer, a rather powerful electromagnet, a microwave generator the size of a fridge, and a series of precision lasers calibrated to "Bounce" the radiation, creating a "Safe" area for the teleport, so you diddn't simply kill the target.
You would also need to have the identity of one of said sub-particles within your target beforehand.
Of course, this only accounts for tech teleportation, Magic teleportation is a different story.))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Ok, been 7 hours. I get to bump))
((Magical teleportation works more on perspective and belief, from what I understand. As with all magic, you are trying to use your force of will to alter the universe around you, only with targetted abilities, you need to worry about the target's own striength of will. The goal here would be to alter the target's perspective to mirror your own. If the target truly BELIEVES he is fast enough to dodge your teleport spell, then your spell has a chance of failure. Especially if you diddn't factor in that your target would resist when you pushed against the mental barrier that keeps reality in line.))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Don't mind me, just putting this back on the first page...))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Jake followed Malak's lead, ordering the six of his robots to follow the heroes. While they may have been going beyond the speed most humans could handle, it was always a bit tough to compete with artificial monstrosities equipped with jet rockets.
The half dozen machines quickly gave chase, following the duo with almost no trouble.
W0-07, naturally, had a say on the matter as he fired at least a dozen heat seeking missiles from shoulder mounted missile launchers.
"Witty Remark: Reference, Internet Phenomonon[sp?], Zero Wing: Somebody set YOU up the bomb!"
Something resembling a chuckle arose from one of the Protector Bots, as the both of them again attempted to lock down the two fleeing heroes, respectively.
And full blown laughter was heard from each of the three Battle Drones, who all fired a flurry of plasma beams from their firing arms.
All in all, the two weren't out of the woods yet.
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Jake, himself, was fairly worn out. However, this didn't keep him from helping with the rest of the effort. The Sky Raiders were still at the base, and... Wait, what?
It seemed, by the large pile of rubble and the corpse, that the leader of the Sky Raider assault was dead, and that the rest of the party had disbanded, that is, turned tail. Tamesis was left hovering in the air via small jet boots, winded and panting.
"Jesus, the guy put up a fight, that's for sure." Tamesis remarked, his eyes settling on Scirrocco, forcing him to give at least a small salute before he touched down on what would have been a second story storage room.
"Scirrocco, what's the occassion?" He remarked almost jokingly, following the heroes with his eyes, ready to teleport in front of them should Jake's 'bots need the assistance.
((Ac and Anth just TP'd into an office. [unless Anth decides to dodge me >.>] Feel free to take your next action, although if you decide to attack through a window I'd see it))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
KINGS ROW/FORGOTTEN ZONE-
Scarlet Eye floated patiently in the mindscape, irritably wishing he could mindcrush Bang and be done with it.
"It is... distressing... to find you... bound... to a mind... so... small, 'father'..." he commented eventually, "Tied... to one... who foolishly... believes... mere insanity... to be... chaos..." He subsided, biding his time. Patience comes easily to immortals.
DARK ROVER-
"Concile of Seven? Doesn't sound familiar... guessing they're a relatively recent group." Energon X replied, sounding as if he were frowning. "There's enough firepower here still to make attacking this world counterproductive- after twenty years of war, only our strongest are left. Unfortunately, our own war... petty though it might seem to you... means that we lack the resources to create any kind of strikeforce."
The Blaster glanced at Ken. "It probably sounds ridiculous to you, but this little blue-green marble of a world has been the crux point of an utterly ludicrous number of historical events, ones that extend far beyond our own atmosphere, some beyond even this universe. Don't ask me why, but it keeps happening." An expressive shrug. "Anyways... sleeper agents, monolithic war machine... if it weren't for the free will thing, I would've suggested just letting them roll over you and then obliterating their supply lines, cutting off their military and then starving them into submission." He waved a hand. "Eh, listen to me... just babbling. You've no doubt already tried all that."
The blaster gave Ken a look. "So... if you stay, we'll definitely be getting Concile visitors, probably Shade-type-visitors, and if you leave, the Concile knows where we are, and the Shades may raze our world to dust just out of general principles. I'm not sure whether to thank you for alerting us to the threat or slap you for bringing your enemies to our doorstep."
A flickering of the blazing lights that made up the Blaster's 'eyes', and he turned sharply to Ken. "Wait... what do the Shades do with technological remains? Do they simply kill the organics and active positronics and ignore inert or apparently inert machinery or technology? An idea is forming..."
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((Wait, wha- *Reads through pages* Ah, crud. *Sigh*))
The two heroes dissapeared in a flash, leaving absolutely no trace as to where theywere going, and leaving no trail to follow. The two had made the perfect getaway, and they would be getting away from assaulting an Arachnos outpost absolutely unscathed.
Or, in any case, that's what they'd like to believe.
"W0-07, lead the squad to their location. Contact me once you're done tracking their teleportation."
"Response: Affirmative. Command: File Reference, Pop Culture. Autobots, roll out!"
The six of them launched in what seemed to be a random direction, Hell-bent on finding the location of the duo and bringing them back for interrogation.
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Soon enough, half a dozen robots none-too-stealthily blasted through said apartment wall, plasma blazing and incinerating or melting everything it touched. W0-07 immediately sent out coordinates to their current location to Arbiter Jake.
((Wonky timing it to where this happens after Scirrocco, Tamesis, and Jake recover from the brawl. 'Bout two or three minutes after the fight ends, I guess.))
((Roger that, gives Anth and Devious a post in-between.))
Rifling through the office, Acanous found a water cooler, and conical paper cup dispenser. He took a drink, sighed a little, and filled it back up.
Turning to Anthius, he lowered his hood, exposing his face.
"So, what brings you to this part of the multiverse?"
Acanous grinned, leaning against a wall. Whatever it was, this was gonna be good.
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((From what I know, only at T- and T+, i.e. the limit convergences before and immediately after. String theory is erroneous anyway, but this works in the most general case as well. As for 'magic', I think I'll stick with the traditional explanation - what you've got there sounds too much regular old mental stuff. 
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"A certain someone not performing to expectations." Malak growled an answer to Tamesis with his nowadays-characteristic tone; practically the essence of grouch. Of course, the sentence was also quite transparent, showing plainly that Recluse's stand-in did not blame the Arbiters for this fiasco.
"I see you're ahead of me already." he added with commendation to Jake, "Good to know duty is not lax with all here..."
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Once again, Ken's gratitude for his hood knew no bounds, the upper partition of his vestments neatly hiding rolling reptilian eyes beneath its folds. He had no doubt Energon would've been rather insulted had hood been absent.
Nevertheless, the saurian hadn't a clue how to proceed for a moment. What was this guy's deal? Was he just a really bad listener, or did he trail down such assume-a-thons on a regular basis?
Voy...I'm starting to get what they meant with these guys being arrogant. How can someone think the universe revolves around them like this?
Needless to say, Ken was also quite glad that his thoughts were his own. Even if Energon had been a telepath, the saurian's internal monologue would've been beyond him.
"Yes, your world is doubtlessly in catastrophic danger." he couldn't help but remark with sarcasm, "I do apologize for bringing about the inevitable doom of your species."
Still, unlike Danger back at the Bastion, this being's good mood seemed here to stay. A satisfied nod accompanied a glance toward the starboard fuselage of the trimaran-like heavy fighter, where a crew presently loaded some machine that looked like a cross of chain gun and TBM. The work continued as they spoke, and it appeared the ship was slated to take off quite soon.
"We should vacate the hangar." Ken recommended, turning his steps toward the currently open blast door that led to the other, "And you'll need to be more specific. They possessed anything capable of being a host. But do tell. If your idea ties in with what will happen in the next few hours, I'd certainly like to hear it..."
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Groul gave a rather vocal snort at this snide comment, but he knew where the reckoning came from.
To Danger, however, it offered quite the opportunity, and he quickly shot his towering comrade a fierce look to keep still. With any luck, he could confirm his theory without anyone so much as noticing the slightest thing...
"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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E-X gave what might, could anyone read his lack of expressions, have been considered a chiding look. After years of hanging out with Bladewing, passing encounters with Dragonistic, and many others, Ken was perhaps assuming a little too much on his saurian body language beign unreadable.
"As I said, it probably seems ridiculous to you. That really doesn't change the fact that it keeps on happening. Repeatedly." A shake of his helmet as the Blaster followed his Saurian host. "But eh, you don't have to take my word for it. If you stick around here for any length of time, you'll undoubtedly see for yourselves. Or is it normal for a world that considered reaching its own satellite barely sixty years ago a major achievement to have been the prime focus and main stumbling block of no less than sixteen cross-dimensional empires, two major starfaring empires, and nearly seven hundred quasi-independent would-be warlords from both other planets and other worlds within less than thirty years?"
He waved an irritable hand. "So you'll forgive me if your 'they can't possibly have followed' fails to reassure." the blaster finished bluntly. Then he paused, rubbing the back of his helmet with one gauntlet. He bowed. "Excuse me. I spoke out of turn; I am a guest here, and should not have been so bold." he apologized.
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"And you'll need to be more specific. They possessed anything capable of being a host. But do tell. If your idea ties in with what will happen in the next few hours, I'd certainly like to hear it..."
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"As far as my idea goes, it is a simple one, although whether it is of any worth hinges upon a piece of information I do not currently have- you mentioned the Concile 'taking free will'? Is this active mind control, or simply surpressing the populace?" the Blaster ended off, blazing 'eyes' trained sharply on his interlocutor, obviously interested in the answer to this question.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
The office covered in a thick frost steamed from the internal heating of the Fortress. Cry was mumbling under his breath, and shivering not from the cold but the severe mental strain of opening his own Gate. "They all... think... this is my room... my room! The Bastion the Bastion, where is it!" Cry's own frustration unlocked the Gate.
The room expanded every peice covered in ice became a void like the galaxy where universes and stars ran. The darkness enveloped Dead Aim and broke him down atom by atom, nothing except the Keeper could be within the pocket dimension.
It was the creation of everything that had gone. Cry willingly pushed the emptiness to create something for him. Crumpling into an amorphous mass the shape of a bear formed with one eye.
Energon was quite mistaken on the saurian's perceived assumptions. It wasn't that he believed the hero incapable of interpreting his body language, but the fact there wasn't any to be observed. The vestments hid every part of his form - only the movements of his head stood visible.
"Considering you're all the way out here, I'd say it's likely." Ken acknowledged with a good amount of indifference, "Not to mention your planet's other versions tend to all have something like that - at least the ones I know of. And I'm not sure I'd consider the Kheldians a major empire. More the remains of one, but never very extensive. Now the guys who hunt them as fuel...maybe. Nah, rather small too. Our sense of scale differs though, I know that much, so I can see where you're coming from there."
Behind the two, the heavy fighters vertical thrusters ignited, slowly sending the craft through the open hangar gates. Not wasting any time, the ship's main engines roared to life, accelerating their charge away at values low enough to mimic a jet aircraft. Only once the fighter had reached a good altitude did it break for high orbit with no more regard for the atmosphere around it. Within two minutes, the craft would return.
"And I didn't say that." Ken reminded Energon with a chuckle, "Why do you think I've got everyone sweeping? But assuming no Shade hitched a ride initially, then they certainly won't be following. As for taking free will, generally means capture, discipline, then selling off to the highest bidder. It's a little more complicated than that, but you get the idea. Still, I'm afraid you lost me. What does any of this have to do with Shades and tech? Or the pending attack...?"
"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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((Diddn't know you had already fired a second bolt, thought Anth might have thrown you off, there))
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((Also, I'm gonna take Devious' statement that "their chamber capacitors took a few seconds to recharge. The intruders still had a chance to flee." as an escape route over Krazy's "The Drone fired with the precision only a machine could achieve.". Was actually kinda hoping to get captured, as Ac would love the free intel later, but hey, if Anth is here, then we might end up in the Bastion or the Shard. Speaking of which, methinks it's time to post.
Acanous watched as a metal screen slid open, revealing a duo of Arachnos Arbiter Drones. They hovered amidst the chaos of battle, advancing upon Acanous' position.
They opened fire upon a remnant of the sky raider forces, the desintegration beams obliterating two hapless Wing Raiders.
Taking the opportunity, Acanous leaped backwards, through the blown-out wall, flipping up onto a parapet.
Looking to Anthius, he called out " Despero hic, canere receptui!"
(There is no hope in this matter, retreat) ((Forgive my poor latin skillz, there's propably a better way to put it, but that's pretty much the fastest way I could think of
Taking his own advice, Acanous engaged his ULTRA-issue jetpack, and took off into the sky as fast as magic hand-me-down boots and hi-tech jet propultion could take him.
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.