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The lavender shaman couldn't help but smile at this, giving the halfling a beastly grin, "You know, I used to think so too. Then they showed me what a 'rifle butt' is. Trust me, getting clubbed by one of these things hurts."|
Originally Posted by _Fea_
"How do they work? They look much to bulky to be wands and the design would make an awful melee weapon..."
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"But yes, it's not the main purpose." Kri stopped trying to make himself scarce, visibly more comfortable now, and explained as well as he could, "They shoot a sort of energy bolts they call plasma. And uhm...I don't really know how. They told me it's some type of machine, but it still looks like fire magic to me. Different worlds, different ways, you know. I'm from Rulus myself. They're from...let's see..."
He counted off on the claws of his four-fingered hands, muttering quietly, "...I think about six or seven different ones. They have this big union of rule. It's really an amazing thing, you know."
"Oh, I'm sorry." the shaman presented his palms to her apologetically, "I always seem to forget now. I am Kri. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting...?"
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Originally Posted by Pious
Suddenly, the stalker appeared right under the Detective, one hand gripped him by the neck, the other reached for the gremlin woman. Then they were gone.
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"That's confirmed." returned the wavering line of the observatory, "Log shows inbound, but we've picked up no outgoing. We're checking with Sarkh, just in case. Stand by..."
((Gonna wait a little longer for Independence Port to see if Mechano and Omega want to post something. If that's not okay, please let me know in PM.))
"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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"No downside", Ildela replied with a laugh. "Sometimes things just are that good. Not often though." The stalker had refrained from having a drink of her own, for no real reason. She just didn't feel like one right now, instead choosing to plop herself down on a barstool and watch the people going past. Some of them even looked familiar to her, though she knew they wouldn't know her.
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"Not so much me finding it, as it finding me. In this case, anyway. I was just flying along happily and it opened up right in front of me. Teach me to pay more attention to my surroundings, I guess." She grinned, clearly that bothered her far less than it maybe should. "But anyway... usually I use my own portal. Well, not my own. It's my friend's, but she lets me use it if I ask nicely. Problem is, it's not pointed at this dimension cause I came here another way, so I can't use it to get back until I find some way of getting in contact with them so they can set it up." She paused, looking over toward the entrance. Not at any particular person, just in that direction. As if expecting something.| "..ands what about yous , you says your not even froms arounds heres ? and yous knows my homeland ? how do you finds those portal things?" |
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| "Once the others are identified, all of your ID communicator chips should be mutually accessible under one superleague radio frequency. Why don't you give it a try?" |
(( Ingame she has Tactics, she quite probably would see a stalker coming if she was looking in the right direction. ))
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| Suddenly, the stalker appeared right under the Detective, one hand gripped him by the neck, the other reached for the gremlin woman. Then they were gone. |
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| "My quarrel lies not with thee", he began in a deep mournful voice. "But may God help you if you deny me what I seek. Those responsible for the fall of my brother Esua, I have tracked beyond this door. But between you two, his weapons have gone missing. I want them back, so that I may bury them with him." |
"Now, how about you put me down and get lost before I have a go at you for assaulting an officer of the law", she suggested. Given that she actually officially was now.
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"Hmm" was all the sound he could muster under his uncontrollably rising rage. He was now visibly shaking, the veins under his skin bulging as his muscles tensed up. His grip on his two captives tightened into a choke-hold. All of this was happening and the man was completely unaware of his actions. When his face finally stopped jerking around like a small berserker seizure, it became clear to see the man was deeply upset by the woman's choice of words.| "...tend to confiscate the possessions of crazy gunmen who start shooting up parts of the city for no logically apparent reason... Now, how about you put me down and get lost before I have a go at you for assaulting an officer of the law." |
So much so that he had begun to cry. Then without warning, his hands burst into flames. The fire, clearly magical in nature, was so wild it flickered all around the alley, engulfing the police detective whole and leaving him a charred string of bones within seconds. He expected the same would have happened to the female hero but just then, he sensed a magical presence directly above him. Even as he looked up, his raging hot aura of fire only grew wilder, hotter and more uncontrolled the greater his rage. "I am Jacub" he sobbed, "and by His power, I shall bring vengeance upon you all!"
Ildela was actually starting to wonder if the guy was just misguided and she'd hurt his feelings when he suddenly burst into flames. Now, most people would think something along the lines of 'oh god fire bad' and freeze for long enough that the guy would easily incinerate them before they reacted, as it appeared the police officer. Ildela however was experienced enough as a hero in Paragon that her reactions were somewhat faster, and her first response to a guy holding her tended to be getting the hell out of Dodge. Sadly that too was out as she had a duty to protect the defenseless detective the guy was also holding.
All of this went through her mind in no more than a second before she abruptly launched herself backwards, away from the truck in front of them and quite probably into a wall. As she did, she grabbed hold of the arm the guy was in turn holding her with, hoping to pull him away from the detective before his flames could do more than superficial damage. If however he remained stubbornly where he was, her next act would be to simply point a hand at him, as if throwing something. Of course she wasn't throwing anything. What she was doing was draining some of his energy and channeling it into the friendlies around him, in this case the detective. If he was still alive it'd have a restorative effect, healing his burns seemingly by magic.
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Skycracker was smacked to one side, sent hurtling through some cargo containers by the tentacle smash.|
Originally Posted by Omega_Chief
Independance Port, Dockside
Once again, villainous gloating had given someone else the time to do something to stop a Decepticon, perhaps they really needed to work on that. In this instance the thing stopping Skycracker turned out to be a gigantic orange tentacle much bigger then even she was, it swung in to try and slam her aside or wrap her up and crush her. It was soon followed by seven more, two of which attempted to simply brush aside the SWAT team. There was something strange about them too; it seemed the entire giant beast was surrounded by faint semi-tangible whirling vortexes of water, strong enough to be quite painful to get caught in, not that being slammed or crushed would normally be painless. The reason for this, and the beasts more intelligent then usual movements, became apparent as its head emerged, likewise surrounded by the semi-tangible vortexes as well as having the source of them perched atop it, holding onto two great reigns made of physics defying water. Mirel let out a laugh as she set out directing the beats attack, and serving as the missile troops probably most unexpected reinforcements ever. |
"Command, they've got a giant Octopus, you know what, I'm getting the frak out of here."
She picked herself up, "see you later squishies...I'll be back!"
Jumping into the air and transforming into her jet mode she fired her afterburners and burned it into the sky.
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Ethan sat, sipping his drink and letting Ildela words flow over him, he gazed around the D and took in the people and the place.|
Originally Posted by Rebel_Scum
She paused, looking over toward the entrance. Not at any particular person, just in that direction. As if expecting something. |
Relaxed as he was his eyes followed Ildela's towards the entrance, his right hand slowly slipping into his big pack......
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"Cowardly Decepticreep!" Silver shouted after her, rolling upright as he transformed and firing a few shots at her retreating tail-end, before turning back to the situation on the ground. The SWAT forces were still engaging Lusca and looking set to fire on the Gonarov buggy, while the Protectors were attacking the crew, their leader digging his heels in and hauling back against the Cerosian's attempts to drag him closer.|
Originally Posted by Dr_Mechano
Skycracker was smacked to one side, sent hurtling through some cargo containers by the tentacle smash.
"Command, they've got a giant Octopus, you know what, I'm getting the frak out of here." She picked herself up, "see you later squishies...I'll be back!" Jumping into the air and transforming into her jet mode she fired her afterburners and burned it into the sky. |
"Hoo boy...what a mess..."
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"Skycracker movements; noted. Transmitting co-ordinates; for secure landing zone. Stealth field or similar; advised. Command; Out."
Half the city away, a communicator buzzed. The Crey scientist turned his head, reaching down and picking it up. He read the message quickly, before huffing and shoving the device into a labcoat pocket.
"This is Firenze, Strike teams one and two are to meet me ASAP for a mission to Boomtown, main highway. Move it!" he snapped over the base comms, smirking to himself as he headed out. It seemed things were about to get even more fun.
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon
NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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"Oh, I'm Ineloo," she said with a grin, taking the lizardman's offered hand. It was such a relief to see that at least some ways of greeting were apparently universal.|
Originally Posted by DeviousMe
"Oh, I'm sorry." the shaman presented his palms to her apologetically, "I always seem to forget now. I am Kri. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting...?"
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"Your friends seem to know a lot about this place. Is it part of that union thing you mentioned?" the halfling asked, "It's all so different from where I come from - we sometimes get travellers from different planes, but I've never been to one of them. This place certainly doesn't sound like any of the ones I've heard about. Are people with magic common here?" She glanced around again, running her fingers through her short blonde hair and automatically pulling it forward to hide the silvery tattoo-like mark on the side of her face.
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
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Jumping into the air and transforming into her jet mode she fired her afterburners and burned it into the sky.
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The SWAT forces were still engaging Lusca and looking set to fire on the Gonarov buggy, while the Protectors were attacking the crew, their leader digging his heels in and hauling back against the Cerosian's attempts to drag him closer.
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The Summoner didn't keep his cool quite so well unfortunately, hauled off his feet and off the wharf by the fire blast, a flailing mass of limbs as he hit the water below. He stopped again a moment later though, noting with surprise that though he was sinking, he was pretty much okay. This Kazbek armor was tough stuff. The MPDAS sensors hadn't even logged anything greater than design parameters. He began to wonder if the rumors were true.
Back on the quay, his tailless comrade appeared to have no such trepidations. When the Scrappers closed, the armored individual merely tucked the unconscious SWAT officer under an arm and endeavored to give the first a boot to the head that would've made Chuck Norris proud, aiming directly for the Protector's opaque faceplate. Regrettably, that that didn't much motivate his spine-studded fellow to back down.
The slash went from stem clear across to sternum, leaving a long, nasty gouge in the formerly so artfully painted composite. There didn't seem to be any blood though, and it looked to have more ticked off rather than slow down its wearer, the second slash ending in a snapped-off spine in the Esertosian's four-fingered hand rather than dragging another gash into the armor.
Half a second later, it came for its former owner's right lung like a jet-propelled Malaysian dagger...
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"Your friends seem to know a lot about this place. Is it part of that union thing you mentioned?" the halfling asked, "It's all so different from where I come from - we sometimes get travellers from different planes, but I've never been to one of them. This place certainly doesn't sound like any of the ones I've heard about. Are people with magic common here?"
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"They seem to do much the same things regardless of the means, though." he added with a shrug, "Hence it often looking like magic, but not being any. And no, this world doesn't even really know about us yet. I think that'll chance, however. As I know Oxa-er, Captain Kalkartova, she's going to find sitting around and watching things happen just a little irritating."
The lizardman had spoken those last few words with a sly, toothy smirk, and looked to Ineloo with much the same now, "I think you might like to see just what I mean. Do you want to go to Ops...?"
"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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Letting go of the whip, the Tanker turned his attention to the opponent in front of him. Vice-like the creatures grip might have been, but it was clearly not having the effect one would expect on a normal human.|
Originally Posted by DeviousMe
Independence Port
Too little, too late. The average Cerosian's strength already outclassed just about any non-super human, even those of natural origin in 'peak physical condition', and the wielder of this whip was certainly no exception. His Kazbek only further compounded the problem, turning the gap between the Protector's strength and his own into a veritable Grand Canyon. Without direct aid, the Protector would not escape the burning whip - not before he ended up in the demon's grasp, anyway. The Defender's darkness didn't really seem to bother it. Sure, it spat a cone of soul-chilling frost in return, along with a baleful bellow, but that seemed to stem more from annoyance than deep injury. The Summoner didn't keep his cool quite so well unfortunately, hauled off his feet and off the wharf by the fire blast, a flailing mass of limbs as he hit the water below. He stopped again a moment later though, noting with surprise that though he was sinking, he was pretty much okay. This Kazbek armor was tough stuff. The MPDAS sensors hadn't even logged anything greater than design parameters. He began to wonder if the rumors were true. Back on the quay, his tailless comrade appeared to have no such trepidations. When the Scrappers closed, the armored individual merely tucked the unconscious SWAT officer under an arm and endeavored to give the first a boot to the head that would've made Chuck Norris proud, aiming directly for the Protector's opaque faceplate. Regrettably, that that didn't much motivate his spine-studded fellow to back down. The slash went from stem clear across to sternum, leaving a long, nasty gouge in the formerly so artfully painted composite. There didn't seem to be any blood though, and it looked to have more ticked off rather than slow down its wearer, the second slash ending in a snapped-off spine in the Esertosian's four-fingered hand rather than dragging another gash into the armor. Half a second later, it came for its former owner's right lung like a jet-propelled Malaysian dagger... |
Of course, anyone who knew anything about the Paragon Protectors shouldn't have expecting anything 'normal'.
The Tanker pulled back an energy cloaked fist and smashed the thing straight in the face, the other hand grappling with the creatures grip. He punched again, and aimed to continue doing so.
Meanwhile, the Esertosian's kick only found thin air instead of it's intended target. The female Scrapper backflipped twice more, landing on her feet before charging once more, claws raised.
Her male counterpart staggered back, the snapped spine embedded in his chest. He stayed stooped for a moment, before straightening and yanking the barb from his torso and throwing it aside, the visible wound already receeding as flesh and muscle knitted back together.
"That it?" he asked in a clipped monotone, the first words spoken by any of the five.
The Protectors closed in around the two crew members remaining on the queyside, and the demon. Without a word they swapped positions, the fire Blaster and claws Scrapper moving other to be closer to the demon, while the dark Defender and spines Scrapper were closer to the crew members.
"Surrender...or die."
((Sets;
Invul/EM Tanker
Claws/SR Scrapper
Spines/Regen Scrapper
Fire/Fire Blaster
Dark/Dark Defender))
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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Independance Port, Quayside
While the gigantic cephalopod might not have been too bothered by the slightly annoying stings of the SWAT teams firearms, the one directing it wasnt quite so immune to bullets. Pulling a gauntlet up to shield her face from the bullets (And being rewarded with the satisfying clunk of bullet on armour more then once) Mirel fumed.
Oh I have had it up to here with this Dragons forsaken place, lets see how you all like this!
And with that the giant octopus relented its attack and quickly withdrew, sliding out under the ocean, water soon settling as though it had never been there. There was probably enough time to wonder if Mirel had retreated for good (Or maybe if a lucky shot had brought her low) before the surface of the ocean erupted once again, and the full bulk of Luscas form hurled itself into the air.
The moon and the stars at the quayside were blocked out by the rapidly descending form of the octopus, coming right down atop of the SWAT team, their trucks and the Protectors too. There was probably enough time in the few seconds before impact to consider if Mirel knew about the words Friendly Fire or Collateral Damage.
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Though the woman had escaped certain death, there was no hope for the Detective who had been burnt down to nothing but bone. The enraged Jacub flung aside his first victim's charred skeleton and focused all his anger towards the gremlin lady. As she siphoned his magical energy, he gladly offered her more. The flames of his magical fire flickered uncontrollably across the alleyway, catching onto the nearby buildings and the Pocket D van and growing even more into a full blown inferno. Still his power grew, feeding the gremlin woman with fatally unlimited energy and threatening to consume her whole with deadly flames.
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The unseen magical activity above Jacub soon gained a visible form - that of a dark cloud rapidly collapsing into itself almost as soon as it appeared, accompanied by a rawcous hissing sound not unlike that of a ship exploding in an 8-bit videogame, only longer and with each passing second rapidly lowering in pitch. After a few of those seconds had passed there was a sudden flash of blinding light and an unseen force quickly spread across a small few-metre blast raduis, only just powerful enough to gently rattle the truck, barely strong enough to push even the weakest of individuals.|
Originally Posted by Pious
Even as he looked up, his raging hot aura of fire only grew wilder, hotter and more uncontrolled the greater his rage. "I am Jacub" he sobbed, "and by His power, I shall bring vengeance upon you all!"
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By the time the flash was gone and the cloud had returned to the oblivion from whence it came, The Outsider had already rolled across the roof of the truck and off the far side, putting something between herself and the walking fireball.
"Out of the frying pan..." she muttered to herself as she backed away from the truck , which she figured could explode at any moment near such a widespread flame, while keeping herself within the untouched safe spot she had fallen into among the raging fire. What she wouldn't have given to have an industrial-strength extinguisher on her right then...
In the meantime Derek had already acted upon teleporting as well, using the edge of the truck's roof to backflip over the walking fireball and land with a professional acrobat's grace in front of it. The wanderer then smoothly unclipped his sword - still in its scabbard - from his belt and swung it around to bring the sheathed blade across his back in one smooth motion, grabbing the scabbard close to the guard before drawing it out and bringing both the pristine steel blade and what appeared to now double as a secondary blunt weapon before himself.
"That's enough, demonspawn!" Derek called out. "Cease this madness now, while you still have that chance!"
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
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Strangely, she didn't seem upset by that. She should be, but to waste time on that now would be fatal. She could be upset later when she wasn't fighting for her life. Speaking of which, she needed to contain the guy or half of Kings Row was going to go up in flames. To that end she raised both hands and loosed what appeared to be a bolt of lightning in his direction. But it never struck him. No, contrary to probable expectation it arced around him to form into a spherical cage that would hopefully contain both him and his flames. Maybe she'd even get lucky and he'd incinerate himself with the amount of power he was letting off before realising he was contained.| Though the woman had escaped certain death, there was no hope for the Detective who had been burnt down to nothing but bone. |
...yeah, right. More likely it'd be just as ineffective on him as it had been on his supposed brother. But it might buy her a few seconds, at least.
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Jacub's rage was made worse by the electric cage formed to contain him. It did nothing except fuel is anger more. The intensity of the flames had made him resistant to immobilisation and other such attacks. It burnt ever more ferocious, growing into an inferno so large the burning walls of the alley began to crumble, threatening to collapse. The religious soldier's infamous rage was now beyond his control. Mournful for his brother, vengeful at those who had killed him, annoyed by the sword-wielding meddler and frustrated by the woman who still refused to hand over his dead brother's arsenal, Jacub was now quite literally a live wire. His powers, fuelled by emotion were a danger to everyone around him. Now having surpassed his usual limits of capability, Jacub's fiery rage was fast becoming unstoppable. His hellish inferno now burning all of the buildings connected to the alleyway.| The wanderer then smoothly unclipped his sword... "That's enough, demonspawn! Cease this madness now, while you still have that chance!" |
Interestingly, the magical fire hadn't caused Zero's van any damage, but smoke and fire had trickled through the Pocket D portal. Of course, it burnt nothing, but those inside with keen senses would notice something was wrong at the King's Row exit doors. Back outside, the sounds of sirens wailed from the distance. Clearly, someone somewhere inside the burning buildings, had rightfully called the police and fire department. First on the scene was a police squad car, and who should step out but Detective Dean Doyle, loyal and faithful police partner to the now dead Detective Mulligan. Dean was shocked and astounded by the magnitude of the fire before him but his expression soon turned to bitter grief at the sight of his partner's fedora and badge, laying half-burnt by a pile of bones.
Ok, so caging him didn't work... why was it that the only ones she actually wanted to do that to were always the ones it didn't work on? No time to wonder about that now. What she needed was a plan. Of course, plans weren't exactly her strong point. She tended to make them up as she went along, as she was doing now as she launched herself into the air. Staying on the ground would be suicide - even as it was, her armor was smoking from the assault and as she rose, her cape trailed cinders from where the flames had caught it. On the bright side though, unless the guy could throw his flames at her she'd be safe up there.
The others still on the ground, not so much. She needed to put those flames out, and she had no fire extinguisher. Not that it'd work on a magically-fuelled inferno like this but it'd be better than throwing lightning at it. So she went back to her original plan, that of draining his energy. If she could weaken him enough that he couldn't sustain his powers, the fire crews would be able to put out the blaze when they got here. She could already hear their sirens in the distance.
Raising both hands, she began methodically draining his energy. Or lifeforce, or magic, or whatever you wanted to call it. He was channelling something to produce that inferno, and she intended to deny him access to it. Derek (And the Outsider too, if she was close enough) would feel an amazing surge of strength and energy as some of the drained power transferred to them.
(( She's using the various kinetics powers - transfusion, transference, siphon power, siphon speed and fulcrum shift. ))
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Downstairs in the entrance hall it was even worse, rather than the faint wisps she'd noticed upstairs there was a definite haze in the air here. But nothing was actually on fire, so it was clearly coming from outside. Safe for the most part inside her invisible energy shield, Ildela quietly drew a pair of Vanguard issue energy katanas from her pockets and flicked them on. They emitted a faint electrical hum as they powered up, the characteristic glow of such weapons hidden beneath her cloaking field the same as she was. Thus armed, she silently proceeded outside to assess the situation.
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Following the stalker might become rather difficult as she rather abruptly disappeared under some form of cloaking ability, followed by a faint breeze as she flew off. Attentiveness and common sense however would suggest she went back the way they'd come, toward the smoke now filtering into the club from outside. Downstairs in the entrance hall it was even worse, rather than the faint wisps she'd noticed upstairs there was a definite haze in the air here. But nothing was actually on fire, so it was clearly coming from outside. Safe for the most part inside her invisible energy shield, Ildela quietly drew a pair of Vanguard issue energy katanas from her pockets and flicked them on. They emitted a faint electrical hum as they powered up, the characteristic glow of such weapons hidden beneath her cloaking field the same as she was. Thus armed, she silently proceeded outside to assess the situation. |
Ethan was in fact rather good at following the trail of invisible critters, having had to deal with a number of Nightkin and similarly stealth beings, that and his inhumanly high Perception meant he was able to at least work out where Ildela had gone.
His natural caution however did caused him to hang back a little to see what was occurring
The smoke haze and the clear indicators of fire lead Ethan to pause, a crooked smile slipped across his face. Digging into his larger pack he pulled out the plain wrapped package he was given at Trinas.
In a mere instant he was clad head to foot in what to any Paragonite looked like some sort of Cery Power armour, the white coating of his Winterized T-51b Power armor making Ethan at least look like as good guy. To match the suit he now pulled out a huge back pack powered multi barrelled weapon, somewhat like a mini gun, but seemingly lacking any ammo feed. Ethan patted the Vengeance Gatling laser and moved deeper into the smoke following Ildela . . .
Independence Port
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The moon and the stars at the quayside were blocked out by the rapidly descending form of the octopus, coming right down atop of the SWAT team, their trucks and the Protectors too.
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The Summoner however, still sinking toward the wharfside bottom, of course had more than enough clearance to the humongous cephalopod's that he didn't need be concerned with its impact.
Sadly, his demon wasn't so lucky.
True, the beast stood just outside Lusca's 'area of effect' so to speak, but without the one who'd bound it present was momentarily unresponsive, which allowed the Protector to bring his two punches to bear without a defensive response. A pair of angered grunts came growled forth, and the demon's 'skull' cracked and fractured, fragments of porous bone pittering to the quay's concrete like a sporadic hail of pebbles, and the pale-blue flames that 'leaked' from the resulting fissures joined the glow of the soul-chilling nimbus the beast still emitted.
But then the time of inaction was over.
The Protector's third punch met the demon's clawed palm, frozen hide and sinewy muscle partially absorbing the impact. Though the attack's energy still surged painfully into its arm, the quick grasp of its powerful claws arrested the fist's movement with vigor. With the Tanker's other hand already in the demon's grasp, this effectively locked down both of the man's hands.
Now normally, the demon would've encased its opponent in a thick layer of hellish ice right about then. However, it hadn't escape its notice that both its chilling nimbus and bitterly cold breath seemed to be having no effect whatsoever on these 'Paragon Protectors'. It didn't know why, and at this point it really didn't much care. It was just angry.
So it simply tried to quite literally bite the Tanker's head off...
"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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In spite of Derek's warning, that ever-expanding inferno forced Derek to back of a few paces in order to avoid being caught out by a stray flame. or five There was no way he was getting within meleé range of that thing, he figured, but the wanderer was far from out of options already.|
Originally Posted by Pious
Jacub's rage was made worse by the electric cage formed to contain him. It did nothing except fuel is anger more. The intensity of the flames had made him resistant to immobilisation and other such attacks. It burnt ever more ferocious, growing into an inferno so large the burning walls of the alley began to crumble, threatening to collapse. The religious soldier's infamous rage was now beyond his control. Mournful for his brother, vengeful at those who had killed him, annoyed by the sword-wielding meddler and frustrated by the woman who still refused to hand over his dead brother's arsenal, Jacub was now quite literally a live wire. His powers, fuelled by emotion were a danger to everyone around him. Now having surpassed his usual limits of capability, Jacub's fiery rage was fast becoming unstoppable. His hellish inferno now burning all of the buildings connected to the alleyway.
Interestingly, the magical fire hadn't caused Zero's van any damage, but smoke and fire had trickled through the Pocket D portal. Of course, it burnt nothing, but those inside with keen senses would notice something was wrong at the King's Row exit doors. Back outside, the sounds of sirens wailed from the distance. Clearly, someone somewhere inside the burning buildings, had rightfully called the police and fire department. First on the scene was a police squad car, and who should step out but Detective Dean Doyle, loyal and faithful police partner to the now dead Detective Mulligan. Dean was shocked and astounded by the magnitude of the fire before him but his expression soon turned to bitter grief at the sight of his partner's fedora and badge, laying half-burnt by a pile of bones. |
If his life as an adventurer had taught him anything, it was definitely that one needed to be ready for anything. It was that very sound reasoning that lead him to acquire the silveresque ring that currently resided on his right middle finger at this very moment - the only finger not covered by a clearly customised glove - and had began to glow ever so slightly softly as he began to draw power from the universe around him and gradually channel it into his sword with the bare minimum of effort. That this power was also augmented by another force entirely hadn't gone unnoticed by Derek either, a fact that may be evident by the grateful smirk directed at Ildela.
Meanwhile, the Outsider had a plan of her own, assuming that the motel-like building beyond the alley and across the road had a recently-filled extinguisher available. Given the urgency of the situation, courtesy wasn't an option - once on the other side of the road she darted for the first visible door and promptly booted it open, paying the screaming occupants - who were only a second ago bickering like the usual navagationally-challenged married couple - little mind as she glanced around, grabbing the lone by the door.
Almost immediately after rushing back out of the door the Outsider then popped her head back in and apologised.
"Sorry about this. Mad pyrokinetic on the rampage just across the road. Thanks for understanding!"
Back at the scene of the continuing crisis Derek continued to channel power into his sword until a hollow metalling ringing sound briefly emanated from the blade itself.
"Alright," Derek called out to the burning man as he took a further step back into a smooth pirouette, midway finishing with "Don't say you weren't WARNED!"
As the sword was brought down in a near-flawless diagonal slice all the power channelled into it screamed from the blade toward the pyromaniac. To the naked eye it appeared to be little more than a controlled gust of wind shaped into a wide arc but anything it struck should have felt a far more tangable and excruciatingly painful lashing not unlike that from an expertly-wielded whip. Ideally.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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The painfully sharp slice of wind cut its way through the blistering flames, breaching the integrity of Jacub's fiery aura and striking him across the chest. His body armour however, took the full brunt of the attack and now he was even more enraged, his attention fixed squarely upon the sword-wielder. He tried to steer his towering inferno in all it's destructive force but failed. In stark realization, his anger was replaced by confusion. With depleting endurance, he was becoming too weak to use his power. The bonfire patch of burning rage was fast reducing in size and temperature. Then it occurred to him. The gremlin lady had been absorbing his heat and magical energy so hard and for so long that she had actually started to succeed. His attempts to overload her with his magical energy and skin-melting heat had backfired. Soon, he was left standing there, naked of power and robbed of his angry flames.| As the sword was brought down in a near-flawless diagonal slice all the power channelled into it screamed from the blade toward the pyromaniac. / Raising both hands, she began methodically draining his energy... He was channelling something to produce that inferno... |
The fire trucks had arrived and quickly positioned their super-sized pumper canons behind the lady with the small extinguisher. Quickly, they hosed down the burning buildings, working hard to chase the now dying magical flames. Oddly enough, they left minimal structural damage as they disappeared - only a few burnt wood, charred bricks and dark patches here and there. The ageing Detective Doyle, dressed similarly to Mulligan, chose his moment wisely and drew his sidearm. Eager to be the arresting officer, he approached the defeated firestarter. "Hands on your head freak, you're under fu**ing arrest!" he began, moving in dangerously closer as he spouted the Miranda Rights with very colourful language. Quietly, he begged for the suspect to threaten him. Pleaded with his God for some justifiable excuse to avenge his dead partner and waste this prisoner before seeing trial.
And oh did he get his wish. Out of nowhere and everywhere, Jacub drew on energy. Consuming the very ambience of nature itself, drinking in its heat until his rage was properly reignited. "Your prayers have been answered old man," he grumbled, before lashing out to try and incinerate the arresting officer. His blazing aura was back in full force as quickly as it had been dissipated, his fiery shields and an ionized wall of plasma once again protected him from attack. With newborn fury, he clutched the detective and pulled him close into his blazing aura, his jacket catching fire almost instantly. Jacub knew he had just about survived those precious seconds of being de-powered, so this time, he decided, the gremlin woman had to be the first to go. His innately magical mastery over the fire element manifested in one great fireball at his hands. This, he blasted forth with all his hate and all his anger, ball after ball, to strike down the woman and burn her to the ground. Maybe then he could claim his brother's weapons and wrought his final vengeance upon those who killed him.
Ildela paused in the doorway, looking out from inside the truck at the scene outside. She debated for a moment what to do, absently twirling one of her swords around in her hand before deciding she should probably lend a hand. Or more precisely, a blade. A devious grin spread across her face as she slipped unseen from the back of the truck and out into the inferno, safe inside her shield for the most part. Given half a chance, she intented to do what stalkers did best - apply swords to back for massive damage.
Her dimensional not-quite-duplicate, on the other hand, was far less safe. Having one's foe just arbitrarily negate one's powers and then start throwing fireballs tends to be an indication of imminent pain, not to mention mildly irritating besides. At least the fire crews had arrived and seemed to be having more luck with the flames than she was with him. "So going to regret this...", she muttered, forced into what was usually a last resort she never had to use. Raising both hands to the sky, she silently called down a massive lightning bolt of that same dark blue energy from within or above the rising smoke cloud from the fire. Screaming incoherently as it hit (Useful or not, being hit by lightning hurts!) and was transformed into what appeared to be living energy, upon which Jacub's thrown fireballs splashed to nearly no effect.
Thus protected at least until the transformation wore off, and it would eventually, she proceeded to do something possibly quite unexpected. She discarded her advantage of range, landing beside Jacub and tearing at his energy source with renewed purpose. What he could restore, she could just as easily take away again. And being right next to him she could even use the released energy to heal any damage he might do to her in the meantime.
Perhaps the worst part was unlike Jacub and his unrestrained rage, she remained perfectly calm about the whole thing. Either she really was that jaded or she was just as crazy as he was, only in a different way.
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Knowing his Winterized T-51b Power armor would protect him from the flames Ethan raced after Ildela, exiting the Truck and moving to his left and into open space,
Well used to urban conflict Ethan kept moving and sort to place some hard cover to his back, then he scaned the area noting target and possible allies.
With a sharp click the Vengeance Gatling laser was awakened, its swept around and lined up,
A while earlier, nearby...
This portal was a subtle one, opening and closing with little more than a muted thwup as a figure stumped through, catching their step a moment later.
"Huh...well, that's unusual," the tall man muttered to himself, shrugging his long jacket back into place as he glanced around. The light shone of the long chain and symbol he wore around his neck, obscured as he turned to look around, and the vivid scar that ran up his left cheek from the jawline to his cheekbone. His glasses caught the light as he 'hmm'd' to himself.
"Ah well...guess I should find oot wha's goin' on around here," he said after a moment, calmly and with a wide grin. As he put his hands into the pockets of his long jacket and began walking, he began humming under his breath.
As he passed onto the street, he glanced at the newstand nearby.
"Huh...America? Well, makes for a change o' scenery. Eh, but..."
He peered closer at the date, and the place, his frown deepening.
"Well...where in t'world have ye sent me now, oh Lord," he muttered, the moonlight glinting off his glasses and the silver cross around his neck as he straightened up.
Then he heard shouting, and the growing roar of a fire. With a grunt he spun and headed for it, just as he heard the word 'demonspawn' on the wind.
With a widening grin the man sped up, boots clomping on the pavement.
Now...
ThwumthwumTHWUM!
A silver streak span out of the darkness, stabbing into the ground near Jacubs feet. In the light of the moon, a silver bayonet glinted menacingly.
Footsteps echoed down the alley, the silky hiss of blades being drawn accompanying them.
"And now O kings, be ye wise. Be admonished, ye judges of the earth."
There was a swish of a long jacket, the steady stomp of heavy boots, and the scrape of metal on the ground as twin blades were drawn along.
"Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son lest He grow angry, and ye perish in the way for His wrath may quickly kindle."
The figure stopped, moonlight glinting off its glasses and giving it a silvered gaze, as it examined the fight. The man grinned widely.
"A-men!"
And, with that, he threw himself at Jacub, twin silver bayonets swinging down as their owner grinned, hissing slightly as he charged.
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Two of the SWAT vans were crushed by the giant tentacles of Lusca, as were a score of SWAT officers. The others managed to hurl themselves aside, or were outside of the radius. Strangely, the remnants were unaffected by the deaths or injuring of their colleagues, instead turning their fire from the resilient marine form to its impromptu pilot. Meanwhile, the grenadiers opened fire on the Gonarovian Crew's buggy, their launchers thudding dully as they did so.|
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Independence Port
The armored individual holding the unconscious officer captive replied with naught but silence, though whether this was because the Protectors' opponent considered the demand silly or there just wasn't enough time was q good question. Either way, the tailless figure bolted, but was unfortunately not quite quick enough. Lusca's wet embrace buried the alien summarily underfoot. The Summoner however, still sinking toward the wharfside bottom, of course had more than enough clearance to the humongous cephalopod's that he didn't need be concerned with its impact. Sadly, his demon wasn't so lucky. True, the beast stood just outside Lusca's 'area of effect' so to speak, but without the one who'd bound it present was momentarily unresponsive, which allowed the Protector to bring his two punches to bear without a defensive response. A pair of angered grunts came growled forth, and the demon's 'skull' cracked and fractured, fragments of porous bone pittering to the quay's concrete like a sporadic hail of pebbles, and the pale-blue flames that 'leaked' from the resulting fissures joined the glow of the soul-chilling nimbus the beast still emitted. But then the time of inaction was over. The Protector's third punch met the demon's clawed palm, frozen hide and sinewy muscle partially absorbing the impact. Though the attack's energy still surged painfully into its arm, the quick grasp of its powerful claws arrested the fist's movement with vigor. With the Tanker's other hand already in the demon's grasp, this effectively locked down both of the man's hands. Now normally, the demon would've encased its opponent in a thick layer of hellish ice right about then. However, it hadn't escape its notice that both its chilling nimbus and bitterly cold breath seemed to be having no effect whatsoever on these 'Paragon Protectors'. It didn't know why, and at this point it really didn't much care. It was just angry. So it simply tried to quite literally bite the Tanker's head off... |
The Protector grunted, pulsing energy into the things grip in an attempt to break it. As the jaws came down, he resorted to the final weapon in his arsenal.
He headbutted it, reinforced helmet aimed squarely for its jaw and teeth.
The other memebers of the Squad circled, waiting for a chance to strike, while further along the dockside, Silver was desperately trying to draw a bead on a combatant that he could safely engage without endangering others.
"Oh, frag, what a mess..." the Autobot muttered to himself as he watched on.
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Entrance to the Pocket Dimensional Nightclub, Kings Row
The van housing a dimensional portal to Zero's otherworldly nightclub bounced violently as a ripple in the air around it tore open to reveal a police detective captive in the hands of a long-range teleporting dark figure. If his grip reached the gremlin woman, then she too would follow, and later, any diving persons or shots fired.
"My quarrel lies not with thee", he began in a deep mournful voice. "But may God help you if you deny me what I seek. Those responsible for the fall of my brother Esua, I have tracked beyond this door. But between you two, his weapons have gone missing. I want them back, so that I may bury them with him."
The sudden turn of events, however, left the duo completely oblivious to the soft throbbing sounds coming from the ensorcelled smartphone in the young woman's pocket for the first minute or so before the barely audible noise suddenly crashed into a shrill alarm.
"Bloody hell." the Outsider snarled, already infuriated that either the fates or Lady Luck herself was hellbent on raining on their parade at every turn in this world. "What now?"
Once she fished the phone from her pocket the Outsider was greeted by the reassuring sight of whatever the magically-augmented device was running acting one step ahead: it had already begun to trace the teleport from point A directly in front of the duo to point B, wherever that may be. Of course the text right at the very bottom of the display only served to cancel out those reassurances almost instantly:
"Uh-oh." the Outsider muttered.
"Tell me that was a good Uh-oh..." Derek sighed.
"I wish." she groaned as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Consider yourself warned, Derek. Scotty's beaming us up in a bit."
((If the trace manages to work out where the teleport leads to (I'll leave that up to Pious), there'll be a sudden increase of magical activity a good few metres above the captor's head. If Ildela managed to avoid capture I'll leave it up to Rebel if she gets dragged into the translocation as well.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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