((*Poke*))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Hey, don't poke me. I'm still waiting for Krazy and Anthius. 
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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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The slab the draconian had decided to lean into suddenly fell to the ground in a loud thud, almost as if its support had simply vanished. This, of course, lead him to assume one of two things. A) Tamesis had simply been crushed. However, considering his individual strength and the strength of the battle armor, it was unlikely that he would simply be flattened as such. Or, B) Tamesis really had vanished, and reappeared in some as-yet-unrevealed location.
Which, of course, with Tamesis, wasn't hidden for long.
"Psych." A voice suddenly communicated, its owner opting to deliver a rather powerful slam to the back of the head of its assailant.
Even a quick glance in his general direction would reveal that Tamesis had indeed been damaged by the slab. His breathing for having kept the slab from crushing made it obvious that he was winded, and his face had various scrapes on it. In addition, his suit was now also roughed up, although it remained to be seen whether or not it would effect its performance.
Provided Tamesis's strike actually hit, he would quickly follow up, not wanting to waste any time, and yet again attempt to punch the draconian in the head as it staggered forward.
The classic slap to the back of one's head stood roughly in the same category as the smack of two fingers to the forehead, or the jab of same said to the bridge of the nose. It therefore shouldn't come as much of a surprise that one would be with another.
Without warning, there appeared a rod of metal in front of and between Tamesis' eyes, easily piercing through his fire shield and delivering the latter of the aforementioned. The Arbiter reeled back, not in pain (he hadn't run into the thing hard enough to actually hurt) but more with sudden shock. Indeed, it was most likely that his natural reflexes got the better of him and that the man now stumbled a bit, clutching at his nose with both hands.
Either way, some distance had been created while Tamesis' mind processed what had just happened and where the accursed rod had suddenly come from.
In truth, it had of course been there from the beginning, though not in its present form. The small cylinder the Arbiter's draconian opponent had his claws near not a few moments before had expanded into the thing with breakneck speed, forming the lance virtually from one instant to another. Even a bullet-dodging ninja couldn't have eluded this.
"I'm surprised you even tried that." the blue-scaled reptilian chuckled with a condescending growl in the undertone as Tamesis got his bearings again, "Honestly, I wouldn't be very good at diverting you if I didn't take the time to read up on my subject, would I now?"
This time, something in Tamesis clicked. This was rather strange: why wasn't this guy just coming at him like he'd done with the Arachnos base commander? Moreover, why weren't the others...?
Wait...where had the others gone?
They weren't in the room anymore, this the Arbiter was reasonably certain of. True, they could've been hiding, but Tamesis wasn't too worried about sneaky strikes. His fire shield would...
Wait, that was it! He couldn't - not without getting burned, at least - and the draconian didn't seem very willing to go through that. So either the others really weren't around anymore, or all of them didn't much feel like being set on fire. Since the former was of course more likely, along with the blue-scaled creature babbling about being a distraction, this put Tamesis in a spot to make a rather difficult choice.
Either this being really was just trying to tie him up for a while, letting the others proceed without worry of running into the guy with the fire shield...or he was lying, and trying to prod the Arbiter into storming out of the chamber and seek the rest of the intruders.
The enemy diversion you're ignoring is their main 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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((Ow that poke hurts. Anyway i got some crap that came up so i haven't been able to post should be able to get one in sometime tomorrow.))
Anthius saw Nyx fly by him he didn't really get a good look to see her for who she was but she was obviously running away. He turned around to see the Imps pursuing. He smiled, time for some fun then simply disappeared from where he had been flying moving fast enough that almost nothing would be able to follow his movements. The Archangel appeared below the Imp and grabbed it by the base of it's tail right above it's deadly stinger, and flung the monster to the ground instantly landing on it when it hit the ground. Anth was confident Acanous could handle the other two, he wanted to question this one.
Nyx slowed down as she looked back and saw one of her pursuers taken out, and slowed down. She had found people to help her and knew they'd take out the demons in no time.
Bladewing groaned as he activated his tracking spells and began seaching for Bang.
"He probably went for the closest arachnos outpost, but even he isnt crazy enough to charge their main base......I mean it's their MAIN base....that place has enough arbiter drones to even make me pause."
Shrugging, Bladewing located the nearest arachnos base and altered his flight path to intercept it.
"Dax, this is gonna be one interesting day."
"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
*POP* A Wolf-spider looked over his shoulder and received a dagger to the left eye socket. "OY I've gotsa loverly bunch of cookanoots sittin up one an two an three!"
Bang walked to the edge of the platform he had appeared on, unzipped his fly, and began to noisily urinate with the force of a firehose onto the cockpit of an Arachnos Flyer. "What the hell do you think youre doing!?!" Shouted an approaching soldier.
"Oy mate, If'n you knew how long I'dd been waiting to do that you'dd just let me," Bang shouted as he zipped up his fly and roughly dissappeared. He'd never seen what the hub of Arachnos looked like and it had been an interesting experience.
With another pop he appeared behind a Bane Spider. "Oy. Mate your main base ain't as impressive as I thought it'd be. . .they let me walk straight up to one of their fliers and take a leak right on the wind sheild."
Before the soldier could even turn around Bang had snapped his kneck four times in different dirrections. He had appeared in the bowls of an Arachnos strong hold who knew where and who cared. It was time for fun!
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Dax looked the saurian straight into his right eye. "I got a bad feelin about this one buddy. Bad feeling."
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
Acanous saw Anth engage one of the Imps, it's poor skeleton impaled on the debris, and Anthius' sword.
Anth looked towards him with what he percieved as a lopsided grin.
Not one to be daunted by such a challenge, Acanous hurdled to the top of the ATC, standing on it's roof.
He looked at the two imps.
fliers. I hate fliers
He picked out a small pistol from his belt, and aimed it's glowing blue nozzle towards an imp, firing a ray that absorbed enough heat to crystilize the air en route to it's target.
The imp fell, encased in ice, to the ground. Meanwhile, Acanous leaped towards the other one.
When he met up with the imp in mid air, something distorted.
Acanous flickered, and became Darker... He started landing punches, and then started falling, but afterimages of Acanous continued punching the imp in midair, even as he landed- his mastery of instant-matter transmission enough to allow for him to *Almost* exist in two places at once.
The Acanous on the ground flickered into complete solidity, and "Humph"ed when he hit the ground.
He walked slowly to the freezing imp, it's hellfire already melting the best that a Crey CBX-9 could put forth.
He looked the imp streight into it's black pits that functioned as eyes, and spoke:
"As I live, there is no evil that may cross this threshold"
Pulling back his arm, he enshrouded his fist in the microstatic gate energies that signified his powers, and smote it right between the eyes, sending it reeling back into the abyss with nort so much as a pop, as a black-on-black sphere faded from view.
"Well. Three guesses what That was all about"
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Cry was brandishing the symbols of a mystical language onto the chests of several unique Sand Warriors. These would be the officers and also the holders of the four remaining spirit warriors that kept the entire army of sand alive. Their lives were now tied to him.
"Daddy will be mad, but these warriors are a great alternative to my former alliance. They are excellent psychics and assassins, and better yet shape shifters." Cry wavered from the dimension and reappeared inside the base near a operation tower.
He floated in, everyone in the room jumped not expecting him. "You have been called into a meeting Lt. Cry." One of the Mu operatives called out.
"Bring them up to screen then." A chair wipped out of one of the terminals shoving out a Bane Spider who grunted. Cry hovered down into the chair as a screen came down showing the face of Lord Recluse.
"My father, my actions were out of security for Arachnos and myself. Your former servant tried to grab control of my division and defy your orders for her to retire. Nonetheless she is tainted anyway, I feel it."
((Whoa, Build, first off, one of the big, main rules of the thread was that neither base was penetrable. The Fortress too well defended, the Bastion too well hidden. Secondly, going back to the 'Fortress-has-uber-defense' comment, Arachnos would have enchantments and technological barriers alike to keep porters out, or, in any case, those that weren't friendly.
Unless, of course, you have permission to do that or I missed something rather important regarding the issue, I don't really think you can do that.))
((for the sake of argument say that Bang is visiting a local outpost and the "main base that isnt the Fortress"...that smooths things out.))
"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
((Bang ain't a hero. Will elaborate more later when he goes crazy. Never intended for him to go to Bastion any way. I thought it would be cool for Bang and Dax to have a big DBZ style fight then take them out of the thread. The only ones I had intended to be in this thread were Justice, Marty, Arran, and Dee.
Sorry for any confusion.))
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
((awww...wait dax and bang are gonna fight?.......well that wouldnt let Bladewing have much fun.....maybe he will have to go back into "exile" or something.))
"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
((Trust me, 'Wing is gonna play a part in it and E-X if Tech wants to join in the battle. I think you'll have fun with Marty and Justice, after all they did hang around the DWC when they were kids.))
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
((I'm still around, just... bleah. Finally managed to shake the writer's block, but got a side project that is sucking the creativity *right* out of me- it'll probably be another week before I'm back to normal... or as normal as I ever get, anyways.
Sorry 
))
"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"
Tamesis, while doubting the importance of this particular duel, was not about to turn his back to the enemy and run away. One, because it would, by his code, be deemed cowardly, and not tactically sound like others may have viewed it, and, two, because it simply was not an intelligent manuever. The second he turned around and left, he had no doubts that this... thing, would strike him down without the slighest hesitation.
So, in light of those two points, he remained, set on staying until the dragon either left or was incapacitated.
Now, returning to the fight, he had also noticed that his shield of flame seemed to be warding the draconian away from close combat. However, what he didn't notice was an effective way to counteract this. He was not a ranged fighter unless he was handed some sort of weapon, and even then he preferred to use his own hands. So, as long as the shield remained and encompassed his body, he was stuck at a range due to the different in nimbleness between himself and the creature. Sighing, he reduced his shielding to simply his hands, concentrating the combined might of his flaming shield into the small flames.
The forcefield'll be enough to keep me alright. He thought, again teleporting behind the beast and attempting to punch him in the head.
"Or not." the lance commander let out a sigh beneath his helmet, again pressing a pair of fingers to the armored headpiece's temporal segment, "Pilot, descend for pick-up."
For a moment, he wondered just why just about everyone here seemed to have no agenda but their own, but then let it go just as quickly. It wasn't his business; and hopefully, it wouldn't end up being thus. These 'humans' were just plain nuts...
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"Insolent child, I am not your father!" Lord Recluse's visage roared back at Cry, eyes burning with rage, "And yes, your security - I've been hearing a great deal about that lately! Incompetence! Your selfish deeds have compromised all Arachnos has worked to accomplish!"
Cry knew then that he'd truly gone too far. Compounded with his gross lack of responsibility at the Fortress, the attempted assassination of Black Scorpion (which though instigated by the Scarlet Eye still had Cry's figurative claw marks all over it), the near-elimination of Arachnos' psionic division - not to mention quite a few Arbiters - now came to be the undead child's undoing.
True, Recluse didn't really care for motivations so long as the results stood to please. But this time, said outcomes had roared straight into a figurative black hole - and there would be consequences.
"I have to admit, I find no pleasure in this." Recluse announced darkly, "Especially regarding you. I might have expected this from Malak. But not you. Oh, not you. You have disappointed me beyond words. I never imagined you could prove so useless. Arbiter Daos - Lieutenant Cry is hereby relieved of duty, as well as rank and privileges. Handle the situation as you would any who dare slay an Arbiter."
That was that. The master of Arachnos may have favored the strong, but even he couldn't accept this act. Such blatant selfishness was weakness - and Lord Recluse couldn't tolerate weakness in his own inner circle.
Recluse's words rang hollow as the transmission concluded, Arachnos' supreme leader following up with the reinstatement of Ghost Widow to her former position, as well as the request that Cry be kept alive until he could personally be present at the execution - but only if reasonably possible, of course...
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Tamesis immediately made acquaintance with 'the stick' again.
"Honestly, if it didn't work the first time, just what makes you think it would now?" the Arbiter's adversary mocked while the man regained his balance once more, "Oh well, it would seem it's time now anyway."
"Time?" Tamesis growled angrily, rubbing his stinging nose, but nevertheless prepared for the attack that common sense suggested would follow such a statement, "Time for what?"
But the draconian only chuckled, telling the Arbiter smugly, "The orbital strike, of course."
Without warning, the sky outside suddenly blazed with fire, a bright-orange beam of coherent energy roaring from the clouds and right through the main coordination tower, spearing the structure in twain. Within just moments, the antenna-laden tower rumbled to the ground in a staccato of thunder, dust, and debris...
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"What'n tarnation...?!" the Gunslinger scrambled frantically from his overturned office chair, slamming his hands on the console that had just a second before performed rest duty for the man's boots - hence why he'd ended up on the floor as the beam burst from the skies.
Still, the shock didn't last long. The Malta Operatives caught themselves quickly, most rushing to phones and consoles while a set few watched the tower's destruction through the window gallery. But just as the Gunslinger noted as he held the receiver to his ear, so it occurred to the others at nearly the same time.
All lines lay dead.
Just outside the windows now descended an ATC, followed shortly by another in formation. Two more joined in further down the tarmac, and then all four began to deploy their troops.
Airfield personnel retaliated to the attack as fast as they could, and it didn't take long at all for the tarmac to blaze with muzzle blasts and energy bolts, not to mention cannon fire from the ATCs' tribeam guns.
From their perch, the Malta could only watch in awe for the next few seconds, coordinated strike teams running and gunning down below, while more ATCs performed drops from above, turning the airfield into a war zone. Nothing would be taking off from here anytime soon; this was a fact.
Weapons clicked to readiness, their safeties removed. This battle had only just begun...
"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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Cry laughed and giggled, then gazed into the screen a glare of a thousand eyes peering into the future.
"I did not hope for mercy, but forgiveness my lord. I wish that I was more of your hand then a pet like your patrons have become, perhaps these mystics can't see it, but taint your own order with what you see, I will not interfere with Arachnos no longer as it does not interfere with me."
"I do not know how to say this my lord, but your soul will be a prime delicacy for many to feed on in the near future if all is to expire as fortune's and gambits of jokers play out."
Cry laughed as the bubble melted, a form walked out of the shadows. Pure darkness it had become, the discernible features were only its eyes and the horns on its head. "This organization has little to hold me or kill me, if Lord Recluse were so ignorant to forget who devolved the mystical and psychic barriers that kept firm this organization from mental and extra-astral attacks he would of stroke up a deal with its creator to figure out who he tried to keep out."
"You stones, you less then worthless things, you mindless blocks, all of you lack the intelligence to see the fine threads that are holding all of you together and you just cut of those threads, and that factor is fear." The form burst into darkness leaving its final message, alarms went off within Arachnos' Fortress.
Cry was no longer part of anything of Arachnos, his secondary goal now a primary. Scarlet Eye would happily obliged to this sort of character, Cry felt a weight lifted his barriers that protected Arachnos for so long gone and the first 5 star psychic who noticed the weakness would have Arachnos at their knees begging for a new type potential to come forward.
"Scarlet Eye we have business to do with other organizations, we have our own security to think about now and that means making our shares with new found allies. Perhaps you've heard of the Carnival of Shadows, I have a few masks of mine I want back."
((LoL dude, I'm so rolling a "Hail Chairman Mao!" asap.))
Acanous looked for the black-winged girl thathad been fleeing the imps. Unsure of her perdicament, he walked back to the ATC.
Then the sky lit up.
"Dhit Sod Gamnit!" he swore. "Why does this stuff always happen when I'm not around, but close enough to notice??"
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Yes my lord. Daos said, giving Cry a look of utmost contempt before the screen went dark. The time of reckoning had come. Daos handled everything personally, contacting every last member of the extermination squad individually and briefing them. The time for reckoning had come.
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Tamesis suddenly received an order direct from Daos. Arbiter, you have been selected to be a part of the execution squad assigned to bring down ex-lieutenant Cry. Finish your current duties ASAP and report to the main base. The time for reckoning is here!
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Jake received more or less the same message.
***
Dozens of Arbiters around the Rogue Isles suddenly activated their teleport beacons and vanished as they received their orders.
***
Cry was wrong. DEAD wrong, as it were. Arachnos DID have the means to kill him. And they WANTED to use said methods. In the darkness, thousands upon thousands of red ocular lens began to pulse with red and blue light.
The Arbiter Drones awakened.
THESE were the true power behind the throne of Arachnos. Cry would not just be answering to the Arbiters-He would be answering to their toys as well. His powers would be useless against the machines. Nobody had EVER stood against them before. Not Nemesis, not the Rikti, NOBODY got in the way when the drones came barging in. These were not the run-of-the-mill drones. These were the one-shot-you-are-dead vaporizing drones who never missed and couldnt be fought. There was no form of combat that was effective against them. They had been perfected so thoroughly that NOTHING could stop them.
And they knew. Many things, actually. One of which being Crys EXACT location. He would have no defense, and no means of holding them at bay. His only hope was to RUN. The drones were slow, and easy to outrun. But from here on out, Cry would never be able to stay in one place without placing himself in jeopardy beyond his imagination. There was no negotiation with these silent and infallible guardians. There was no trickery or confrontation. There was only DEATH.
They were quite patient, and did not acknowledge the flow of time. They would pursue Cry through the ages, through any obstacle, through any hassle to bring him down. They could, and WOULD do so.
They began their journey.
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The Arbiter Drones werent the only ones. Cry could probably outrun the Arbiter Drones for years before they eventually caught him. To slow him down, or to just beat the drones to the job, Cry now had some hundred Arachnos assault groups, each composed of nothing but the elite, homing in on him. There was nowhere he could run and no method he could use to hide. They had means beyond his, with the full might of Arachnos and its science and magic backing them.
Cry WAS going to be caught. He WAS going to pay for his crime. It was not a matter of how, it was a matter of when.
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Halfway to Boomtown with his squad, Cynic received an order from Daos. A SPECIAL one, different from the others.
Arbiter Cynic, I have an assignment for you. Lord Scirocco will have to hold his own for a while more. You have a job to do. Arachnos does not work with its enemies, but technically, the organization I want you to seek out and use isnt our enemy. Yet...
Two hours of briefing later, Cynic was sagged against a wall. He muttered three words, which sealed his fate. [censored] time travel
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There was movement of the unseen. Comedy and Tragedy exchanged masks, and waited. Patiently.
So naive, they just don't understand it now, not a single psychic barrier is up, their thoughts just blowing in the wind. Arbiter Drones Class V.2914, destruction drones. Slow things, useless things agaisnt me, there is a defense agaisnt them, I feel quite omnipotent in my own dimension, I bend the rules here, I am god in here. Rings of mysticism and energy floated in the small scale universe.
Stars and galaxies lay wait in the dimension of abstract potential and endless possibilities. One of the rings of magic opened, its gate that of Mercy Island, Cry stepped through his new form a towering six and a half feet of shadows. The ground cindered under the gravitating power that now expelled from him.
The tower of Ghost Widow was only a hundred yards away, but in his path was a death squad of Bane Spiders and lowly ranking Arachnos. Before they could react, the ground trembled and the division of Cry's own death squads formed from the air. "What the..." The Arachnos soldier was whacked and slid into the air, his body clearly crushed by the new found Sand Warriors. Cry simply walked through the destruction to the tower, the door creaked and then slammed to its side the psychic energy tearing it apart.
"I have a heart to break, where is that !@#$%, her soul needs a reaping for what she has done to me!"
"Oh, she's resting." Said the fluttering voice of Tragedy as Cry walked in. Something was peachy here in a moonish kinda way, with a hint of whiskey tango foxtrot and mayhaps some onions. He had walked through the door leading into the tower and somehow wound up inside a BALLROOM. There was an enormous empty and open space of white floor directly in front of him, with a grand central staircase running up the center of the room, with balconies of gold and silver with rich red velvet carpeting leading up to a series of balconies with intricate scenes of lavish spectacle and celebration carved in, figures grinning and feasting. Light exploded from a million sources, the chandelier above, wrought of a fine silver metal and glittering with thousands upon thousands of ornate crystals, gathering light and throwing it in every direction, bending color and scenery.
And there was a party going down. Hundreds of figures, decked in clothing so fine lords and kings would have slaughtered masses to behold them, spiraled about. Gentlemen and ladies danced and circled in pairs, in groups, lines, rows and columns. Dancing and singing and celebrating. Splashes of every color imaginable filled the crowd, gems of every shade and tint glinting like stars, voices of varying power and degree roaring in unison to sing! For one moment, they all turned to face the newcomer, their new party guest, and Cry saw the truth.
They were all wearing masks. White masks, black masks, blue fuzzy masks, masks that looked like wahoonies, masks that defied all forms of sense, masks that hurt to look at, masks of radiance, you get the picture. This was a Masquerade ball! And it was clear that the guests were all currently enjoying themselves, and were quite fine people, because they broke into song to celebrate the arrival of the shadowy form that was Cry. It went something along the lines
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade . . .
Masquerade!
Look around -
there's another
mask behind you!
Flash of mauve . . .
Splash of puce . . .
Fool and king . . .
Ghoul and goose . . .
Green and black . . .
Queen and priest . . .
Trace of rouge . . .
Face of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride
on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . .
Thigh of blue . . .
True is false . . .
Who is who . . .?
Curl of lip . . .
Swirl of gown . . .
Ace of hearts . . .
Face of clown . . .
Faces . . .
Drink it in, drink it up,
till you've drowned
in the light . . .
in the sound . . .
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows,
spinning reds . . .
Masquerade!
Take your fill -
let the spectacle
astound you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances,
turning heads . . .
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles
around you!
Masquerade!
Seething shadows
breathing lies . . .
Masquerade!
You can fool
any friend who
ever knew you!
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs,
peering eyes . . .
Masquerade!
Run and hide -
but a face will
still pursue you!
Masquerade!
Masquerade!
MASQUERADE!
There was a sudden vacuum of silence as every figure in the room finished their dance and gave a low bow to the newcomer. All but two. Two by one, one descended the stairs as two, as by one, in the form of two who are one, being one, while being two. One and the same, far and apart.
Comedy descended down the stairs.
"Welcome my lord! What will your pleasure be?"
All of this seemed to happen in a split second, like somebody had hit the fast-forward button on life. The entire thing had just HAPPENED instantly. This didn't seem to be a bad thing, as most of the crowd had suddenly turned away from him and appeared to be chattering away in their own little groups, there was laughter, and fancy background muzak, and dining, and giggles, but not a hint of opposition was anywhere.
((M you do realize that while we are all pretty much throwing the "no overpowered characters" rule out the window at this point, GOD MODING IS STILL OUT......Bladewing can be killed, EnergonX, Bang, and Dax can be killed, and YOU CAN BE KILLED..noone is immune....if you have a PERSONAL BASE (like I do, which I got with the OPs permission), then the arbiter drones would simply send you there, but to my knowledge you dont, and making yourself "perma" invincible is right out.))
"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
OOC:
Well, we know that cutting off the guy's head works, but aside from that he seems to just come right back at ya.
Now then, I feel I should settle this here and now, so have some words from Wolffe back on page 1:
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I suppose I should clarify the state of the city. It's one city in an ongoing global war, so while the world governments are present here, their forces are dispersed to several places at once. For background's sake, you can have any place be a battlefield, a dystopia, or be unaffected by the war. That part is up to you.
As my no leader rules, I just don't want anyone claiming leadership of one side or the other in this war. People, say, within the ranks of Arachnos from masterminds commanding a few to generals in charge of battalions are fine. But you can't sweep across the country with a massive army of millions. This may change, but for now I am trying to keep the scale a little more confined.
I tried to make my what-if able to accept as many characters as possible, so you can pluck them out of the current timeline and put them in this one, or have them aged since the present.
Plenty of places for survivor/scroungers, mercenaries, revisionaries, most any way you can see your character in this world, they will fit.
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Personally, I interpret this as the following: Arachnos, the Council, and the other rule-the-world villain groups (of which there really aren't that many) are in an ongoing war around the globe against terrestrial governments. There is no unified 'Rebellion', 'Resistance', or some-such to be defeated because everyone is at war.
Also, unless Wolffe decides to change this, said war is presently in some sort of stalemate, but the bad guys are better off and spending their time composing evil taunts while the other forces are basically just holding on. I might be wrong on this, but it looked to me like neither side was supposed to gain any ground, at least for now.
Now, as for other places, it looks to me like using them for background stuff is just fine. Heck, I used Britain to kick Recluse into action. The main action, however, does take place in Paragon City - hence the title of the thread.
Now then, might we get back to the story here?
Also, footnote to Shinji: affirmative; this is open.
"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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