The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Apr 7, 2016

Denver Alleyway: Teri, Garm Vs Fulgore

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[THREAT DETENTION IN PROCESS, RESUMING PATROL]

The Cyborg droned to it's cooperate master as it watched from a nearby rooftop as Dream and Kalastryn were both surrounded by the standing forces of the Capitol Compound, reactivating his camo before returning to it's pre-set path around the complex.
The weapon's interface was currently filled with countless camera feeds from all over the city, the perks of being employed by the contractor that put them all up in the first place.
It considered it's next course of action before a priority alert was sent to it, the details being a subject of interest being spotted in a nearby location, as well as the subject being a major source of a type of Holy energy, one that his employers were keen to get their hands on for some time.
The objective was added to his active processes and given priority, even more so then the current "Contract" with Bison.
Thus, the Fulgore mark IV began making it's way to it's target.

As she traveled over to the meeting point with Rugal, Teri and Garm began to make their way though a side alley to save some time.
[color=356D60]"So what's going to happen when we meet David again?"[/color]
[color=0E59e4]"Support, as usual. I hope nobody got too banged up while I wasn't around. Resetting bones and suturing is never pleasant..."[/color]
[color=356D60]"Then why do you keep doing it?"[/color]
[color=0E59e4]"We've been over this, because that's my job in our pack. I make sure nobody's hurt for too long."[/color]
[color=356D60]"Ah, so you lick the wounds! Well, with less li-....[/color]
His statement died in his throat as the wolf halted dead in it's tracks, sniffing at the air for a moment while he scanned the area, clearly a bit on edge.
[color=0E59e4]"...Garm, what's the matter?..."[/color]
[color=356D60]"...A strange scent, like one of the Pack's but-!!!"[/color]

Before the wolf could answer, he suddenly leapt back as the path before them exploded, as if something massive had just landed before them.
After a moment of shock while the dust settled, the outline of a figure began to slowly fade into existence as it robotically turned to face them.

And he did not look very happy to see them... [http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/killerinstinct/images/6/68/Fulgore_Revealed.PNG/revision/latest?cb=20131122123526]

~~Brainwashed Mob~~ Civilian Location No. 4:Ton Ton, Cadolbolg

Ton Ton watched as his blade broke the final speaker, the effects being clearly felt as all the negative energy in the area began to evaporate.
The crowd began to slow for a moment, as if they realized what they were doing and were wondering why they were doing it.
There was a bit of unrest as everyone began to quickly climb off each other, wondering what the hell they were doing prior to this.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? CATCH THAT LITT-....oh-OH!.....SHIT! RUN!" One of the staffers said as he saw the writing on the wall, as well as the bloodlust starting to brew in the crowd once more as they realized they were being controlled this whole time, chasing after the staff in what was quickly becoming a recurring theme around the city.

Mob Freed! 1 Remains!

((More to come soon-ish))

Zepherus14 · Apr 9, 2016

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While everyone was being complete badasses dispatching enemy after enemy, Nina had taken this opportunity to hide behind one of the several parked cars lining the streets. Now was this the safest of plans, probably not, but that didn't stop Nina from feeling better than standing out in the middle of no where. Looking through the windows of the cars, Nina was still able to see the goings on. At first she was relieved to see everyone seemingly handling Vega's men easily, but then her vision trailed to Eddie, who currently was still standing there having done nothing. Nina's cheeks puffed out in some contempt before letting out a big puff of air. "Suuuure... Serves me right for saying I'd take him to that stupid pastry shop, and he doesn't even need to do anything." She lamented, before turning her head to her duffle bag. She looked at it for a moment, then surveyed the area again, seeing Nadalia roasting one of the soldiers. "Toasty~" in a meme fashion. [https://youtu.be/MGwGKLNQkAE?t=11s] under her breath.

Even with Eddie being the closest to her, Nina was still fairly secluded behind the cars, so she stooped down with her back to the car bumper and set the duffle bag down gently, and after one last visual check unzipped the bag revealing Phillip inside. A tentacle from within would immediately come up and give her a light smack on the forehead, much akin to a facepalm. The hit wouldn't leave any lasting marks, but that wasn't the point as Nina looked unimpressed. "Ow, hey! You don't use your hands, [small]christ knows I deserve it a bit but,[/small] that's not nice! That was very rude, use your words instead." She lectured the tentacle monster, losing her train of thought slightly as more gunfire rang out, before said train leaped through the fog and grinded back onto the rails. "Apology accepted." She said as she looked back through the car's windows again to see how thing were going. "So whatcha think we should do? I- Oh that cute~" While surveying again, she's noticed in the back window a dancing mini Groot figurine staring back at her. The little adorable tree monster made a wonderful foreground shot as Nadalia made the last swordsman into a large assortment of innards confetti, dancing tirelessly amongst the carnage. Nina didn't have much more time to think on mini Groot's dancing skills when her attention was redirected back to Phillip. 'Cheeky little bugger...' She sighed, sitting back down to face Phillip who still wriggled in the open dufflebag.

"Fair point, but do you not see that big hole in that apartment there?! Words aren't gonna cut it this time..." She replied, both arms motioning to the apartment across from them that had been impacted by a missile at the start of the confrontation, a large flaming chunk of the building simply gone. While she was looking across the street, she noticed several chunks of the streets asphalt lying on the ground from the impact they'd made getting there, littering the area there. "Phillip, just um... Sit tight for a second." She said as she closed the duffel bag flap over Phillip, but not zipping it shut. She then picked up one of the smaller stones and looked for something to throw it at.

With Nadalina finishing the last of the people, the only remaining target at the time was the missiles seemingly floating in the air. "Hmmm... Rock! I choose you!" She exclaimed as she then throw the piece of asphalt she had towards the missiles to presumably take them out. Someone watching from the sidelines would clearly see Nina's throw was going to miss, but that didn't stop Nina from imagining musical accompaniment [https://youtu.be/_CTYymbbEL4?t=9m14s] to go with the rock as it tumbled in the air like a graceful gazelle. Not that the rock seemed to be required at this point as Nadalina's fire exploded the missiles just as the rock started its descent, launching it at great speed back towards Nina's direction! It bounced once on the ground before popping up into the air and smashing through the side and back window of the car Nina hid behind, thankfully missing her head even if she hadn't ducked for the explosion. "Holy shit!" She cursed, making sure both Phillip and herself were alright before checking to see the damage her rock had done to the missiles, which at first glance seemed to be a lot. "Rocks, are good against missiles... need to remember that one for later." She mused as her eyes slowly gravitated towards the now freed Groot figurine. "And don't think I didn't forget about you either~" She smiled as she plucked the Groot from the shattered glass, gave it to Phillip to hold onto in the bag, and if nothing else presented itself waited to see what everyone else was planning on doing.

Although Phillip's bag was still open, if anyone did start coming towards Nina, she'd be closing it before they got into view.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Apr 9, 2016

Capitol Building Compound: Kalastryn, Dream Vs. Jenny Feat. M. Bison

As Dream and Kalastryn laid down their weapons, the increasing amount of violence though-out the city was quickly starting to concern the standing forces as they realized they would have a battle on their hands.
It was then that a dark void began to open before them, a intense amount of dark power oozing from it as The man of the hour made his appearance [http://orig12.deviantart.net/ab10/f/2009/090/c/c/m_bison_redesign_by_tiobolasdoro.jpg].
[color=6c1504]"Well, Well, Well...Look what we have here...You may have your men stand down, Mistral. I don't believe that either of our guests will attempt anything untoward..."[/color] Bison said as he folded his arms, levitating over to the two as he sized them both up.
[color=6c1504]"....Hm....Not whom I was expecting, but Mishima Dogs all the same...Kazuya was wise to try and use your organisation to defeat me, but I am pleased to say that it is too late for that hapless spymaster to stop me now."[/color] He said before letting himself land on the ground, taking a moment to comb back his hair before pulling out his trademark hat.
[color=6c1504]"...Send out a bulletin over the airways. Inform our "Friends" that we have some of their ranks in our care and invite them to my Town Hall meeting. That should calm them down a little. As for you two, you shall follow. The hour of my victory is soon upon us. I'm certain your offspring will be keen to hear the legend of the "Pax Bisonica"..."[/color]
While he was attempting to put on an air of power, even Mistral was looking at him with a loathing expression, rolling her eyes as she had her soldiers stand down before making their way to the other combat zones in the city.
Jenny remained with them, acting as a personal escort for Bison as he lead Kalastryn and Dream though the base.

[color=6c1504]"Tell me, are you aware that Kazuya is merely using you as part of some scheme of revenge? Against me and my colleges? I saw the ruins of MIT, of Black Mesa. Dr. Cortex and Dr. Wesker were some of the finest minds of their time...No doubt Kazuya pulled the trigger on them himself. All this because he couldn't accept that he was the one who made a mistake...Where is my would-be Assassin anyway? It doesn't seem like him to pass on a face to face meeting with the object of his obsession..."[/color]

Civilian Battleground No. 5: Nadalia, Sloth, Wrath, Eddie, Nina/Philip
(Sorry in advance, I tried to get everything ^^

Wrath's Hammer echo'd though the entire block as it struck the armor of the GRAD Mech, leaving considerable dents in the metal as well as cleaving off one of it's main weapons.
Still, it would not be so simple as the machine revved up before quickly shifting gears into reverse, throwing her off with the change in momentum before it began to alter it's form, switching into Biped Mode [http://blogs-images.forbes.com/jasonevangelho/files/2012/12/Grad_gunshot_01_W.png].
Once the transformation was complete, a set of thrusters on it's back fired up before charging right back at her, the front plates becoming engulfed in a strong electrical charge[footnote]Unblockable attacks were a thing in Metal Gear Rising and were marked with a yellow glow so that's how I'd imagine they'd work[/footnote] as they were swung right at her skull.

Nadalia was able to quickly take down the Cyborg support unit with her superior skill and magic, the latter of which did a good job of mitigating the ranged offensive of the GRAD.
Before she could get too comfortable however, A Airborne drone [http://media.gamerevolution.com/images/misc/MetalGearRevengeance_Heli.jpg] quickly began to hover over the battleground to support the enemy's forces.
"ATTENTION RISING DAWN! WE HAVE DETAINED SEVERAL OF YOUR AGENTS! CEASE HOSTILITIES OR THEY WILL BE EXECUTED! YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO RUN! LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS AND GET ON THE GROUND!" It barked from a loudspeaker,
It was then that a large cloud of mist began to descend upon the area, namely around the GRAD unit, blue-ish in color as it seemed to be coming from a series of vents on the helicopter.
It was then that Nadalia felt a weak sensation that reminded her of the encounter at MIT against Dr. Cortex, when she was hit with that strange dart...
On top of that, re-enforcement were dropped from the helicopter, namely in the form of Two large armored Cyborgs [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/9/97/20130301163020_heavy_cyborg_01.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130316013012] who seemed keen on cleaning house while the mist was active.

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[WARNING: T-MINUS MIST HAS BEEN DEPLOYED! CHARACTERS IN THE AREA OF THE MIST ARE AFFECTED WITH A [b]"SILENCED"[/b] DEBUFF AND CAN'T USE POWERS WHILE IT'S AREA OF EFFECT!]

Capitol Building Compound: Main Gate: Dolores Vs. Mistral

Dolores was able to make quite the "Knock" on the front door of the compound, if it wasn't for the contracts dictating their actions, as well as the hard-coded overrides controlling their actions, a lot of the guards would be attempting to get out of dodge right about now.
That was except for a lone figure that seemed to be marching towards her from the fire and flames, looking none too fussed about the mess she was making.
Mistral had to admit, she was impressed with the level of firepower the Dawn was bringing to their "Peaceful Debate", if they kept this up, they might not be able to fulfill their side of the deal with Bison.
Either way, this line of thought was soon cut short by a large explosion near her position, prompting an optimal evasive action as she kept reappearing completely unharmed, each time marking her new position with a playful taunt.

"My, My. Such anger!"
"What is the matter, little girl?"
"Awww, so close."
"Oh! Burned a hair that time."

Each time she dodged, she closed the distance between her and Lieutenant, least until a series of throwing knives peppered her location, thrown to at her hands to more disarm and disorient rather then actually harm.
A loud THUD behind her rang out as Mistral landed behind her position, taking the time to dust herself off slightly before turning to face the woman, the close up giving Dolores a good idea of just What she was up against [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/a/a4/Mistral_6000x4000.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130210065509].
"I do hope that's not the only trick you have, Rising Dawn..." She laughed before strutting over, keen to get as much enjoyment out of this distraction as possible.

Kalastryn · Apr 9, 2016

Capitol Building Compound: Kalastryn, Dream Vs. Jenny Feat. M. Bison

[color=6c1504]"Tell me, are you aware that Kazuya is merely using you as part of some scheme of revenge? Against me and my colleges? I saw the ruins of MIT, of Black Mesa. Dr. Cortex and Dr. Wesker were some of the finest minds of their time...No doubt Kazuya pulled the trigger on them himself. All this because he couldn't accept that he was the one who made a mistake...Where is my would-be Assassin anyway? It doesn't seem like him to pass on a face to face meeting with the object of his obsession..."[/color]

...In many another circumstance, this information could have taken someone aback. The impact of being slammed into the ground would have been lessened perhaps, Kala having landed on her feet. Although, the impact had caused a bone fracture where her leg was shot. The natural reactions to such a thing didn't happen. There were no screams of pain as they were lead, limping through the base.

Diana's attempt to contact Kalastryn's mind was... less than successful. This isn't to say that Kala didn't "hear" Diana... but there was no reply. In fact, even trying to reach into her mind felt so very wrong. To visualize the state she was in, imagine if you will that in the middle of a lush forest, with unnaturally soft grass almost massaging the soles of your feet at every step, a waterfall ran into a clean natural pool. The sky would be cloudless, and the air clear. A vision of peace and serenity...

which no longer existed.

There was nothing... a cold and empty void lay in it's place. Yet in every inch of darkness, the overwhelming malice was palpable. It was simultaneously freezing, yet infernally hot, no space of comfort in between. The atmosphere was stale, and a musty odor of decay filled the air. There was but one thing on Kala's mind now, death.

Such was I suppose, the mind of evil. Most fitting, as there were quite a number of evil, uncensored thoughts rushing through Kala's mind. To capture Bison alive? That may have been her optimal goal at the start, but you see, that was the least of her desires now. He was a man willing to take an old friend of hers, change their body, and control them whereas Jenny would likely never have hurt her before.

"Heh... you know, I'm surprised your so naive. Your game of charades painting us red with a perceived evil was probably rather fun for you, the demon you are beneath that appearance of a man." Kala insulted him. She was beyond enraged, to the point where it had... broken? This was such a level of absolute rage that to lash out in anger was beneath them. "Let me tell you something... the end to this little charade. We were taking all of you in alive, Cortex, Wesker, Doom are alive and perfectly well. Well... perhaps less so for the latter. Kazuya did put a number of bullets in him... but he's tougher than he appears, and he's alive at least. Now, where oh where could Mishima be? In the same place, a hospital bed. We put him there, having had enough after he shot your friend. So go ahead and send out your invitation... when the cavalry arrives, I can say you'll fare far worse when they see your new bodyguard. If you have a god, I'd advise you to pray, because while we even defended your comrades from harm before, I don't care anymore. When, not if but when you die, I will personally raise your corpse and dismember you repeatedly until at last I'm satisfied...

"Huh... personally I've always shunned violence where it isn't entirely necessary... morality can go fuck itself, you made it personal. Have we been used? I don't care anymore. Tell you the truth, the whole hostage idea isn't going to work in your favor. Go ahead and kill me right now, unlike you I'll get back up."

At this, Kala took the opportunity to zombify herself, as her flesh almost seemed to rot on her bones."Don't mind me, only making things more comfortable. After all, dead men shouldn't speak to those still alive." She quipped, but making no more move to be aggressive... yet.

NotYetForsaken · Apr 10, 2016

Broken Doll
Location: Capitol Building | Denver
I... want...

The First Lieutenant

I jumped back when I felt the winds change. The air before became flooded with knives in the moment that I had left, and a new adversary. A ten armed woman landed in front of me wearing a confident smirk. Her mechanical arms flexed to show the smooth engineering beneath. They hugged her figure, framed her breasts, and teased her hips. I raised Bolverk at her and stared her down in sullen silence.

"I do hope that's not the only trick you have, Rising Dawn..." She approached.

She was too fast for Bolverk's time-delayed action and CQC was not an option with her many gyrating black arms. A sword user though, probably likes to play with her prey. I started to step backwards at the same pace she approached with Bolverk's metal frames guarding me.

"I use no tricks ~ da ze." I replied.

There was a pause as we squared off against one another. Her arms fingered both swords and knives. My own hands fluttered above Bolverk's triggers. She was fast. I was fast. I could tell that this would be a one-stroke battle. One of her hands ran sensually down between her thighs to retrieve another throwing knife, snaked across tight cloth of skin and... and...

The pain was so sharp that I actually cried out - a girlish scream that I would never have admitted to owning. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I dropped Bolverk and clutched my chest. There was no blood, no wound, no knife. Yet, it was as if I had been pierced by a sword. My stomach hurt and my heart was throbbing. What in the world is going on!?

a' mediara[footnote]I want.[/footnote]

,!ie sa' mediara ne da'ze!,[footnote]What do you want ~ da ze!?[/footnote]

a' ha mediara[footnote]I want her.[/footnote]

I caught two knives with the braced metal back on my gloves as Mistral threw them at me. She was smiling, apparently amused at my sudden pain. My head began to throb and my muscles were tensing involuntarily.

"T-traheo..." I muttered under my breath, "Ookami"

I visualized Ookami and reached for it across worlds. Then I pulled hard as the next set of knives came. The seven-foot nodachi slipped out of space as if it were water and fully materialized in my hand. The white steel clashed against the knives and devoured them, leaving gaping holes of gravitational abnormality between me and Mistral. Projectiles neutralized at the very least. Ookami howled and I let go of her so that she could return to her original owner. The power of that sword left my palm stinging.

"Traheo: Murakumo." Swords of deep black-red materialized in the space behind me and launched themselves at Mistral. Though they were slow, they were dense and unbreakable creations of exotic matter - drawn up from the depths of the realm between realms. Slowly eight sword-petals materialized behind me, and the familiar feel of the Murakumo once against pressed against my back. "Equip: Murakumo Unit... Complete. Install: Sword Summoner II complete." I jumped and felt the Murakumo catch me and suspend me in the air.

My eyes were as blue as the skies above, and so was my armor. Mistral grinned as I took flight. The pain was subsiding. Around me dozens upon dozens, and then hundreds upon hundreds of those black-red swords were born into the world. Let her come.

"Come!"

And the swords began to accelerate. My petals spread out behind me as if they were wings calling to the very sky to rain this metal death.

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Postmodern Mysticism
Location: Canteen | Rising Dawn
Kindle not the fire that you cannot extinguish.

Titania

Deborah leaned forward. Her arms pressed her breasts together. "Well I know a little bit. About your current situation - I have to say that I do not know much. But I know a revenant when I see one." Deborah raised her hand and put it on Anjali's head and plucked a hair. She put it in that leather-bound tome she kept so close to her person. Deborah closed her eyes and hummed a little. "Anjali Khatri," she said the name as if she was tasting it. "Yes, you are harboring spirits. That much I can tell. In simple words, something is using your body and in doing so has granted you life again."

Orinon · Apr 12, 2016

[HEADING=2]The Rising Dawn Adventures[/HEADING]

Civilian Location No. 6: Katya, ARES, Miia, Icarus, Selena, David West, Ryan, whoever else

Selena heard the cruel words Ryan viciously destroyed Miia's perceptions. Selena Grit her teeth and got up and approached the man just as he began to apologize unfortunately for him the damage was done.
"do you normnally like tearing women down or is it just on a bad day" she asked, however she didn't let him answer she just wanted him to look at her, She Slapped him across the Face, a red hand-print quickly formed on his cheek and he could feel it sting sharply.
"How, dare you," she said her voice trembled as did her hands And Gritting her teeth she continued to hit him. Not caring to Hear Any possible plea from Ryan.
Icarus got over his shock and got up And tried to be as gentle as he could in grabbing The Wrathful Witch's Wrist.
Selena, T-that's enough
"LET GO OF ME" She shouted and shoved him hard he stumbled and hit the floor of the truck bed hard. Icarus looked up at her Something in his eyes made her realize what she had done "I-I'm sorry, she immediately leaned over to help him up Icarus refused her hand and stood up by himself and then cocked his head Raising a finger to gesture 'Wait a minute'
"I think something is going on, I can't quiet hear it but I think They're trying to get us to surrender."

Generic NPC 22 · Apr 13, 2016

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Katya Rostikova rubbed her temples and slowly worked on ridding herself of the headache that the people surrounding her had caused. Seated on the side opposite of where the scene between Ryan, Miia and Selena was unfolding the normally boisterous young hacker remained quiet while the situation quickly devolved spectacularly. She was silent while the normally prim, proper and boisterous Miia demonstrated a vocabulary that suggested that "dahlink's" house was actually located in a truck stop that was located next to a naval base. She said not one word while Senor Douche-ador demonstrated his ultimate secret power of becoming a Level 5 Asshole at the drop of a dime. It was only after Selena the Pedophilic Witch slapped the Orange Masked Asshole in the face that Katya found herself in the very unusual position of being the room's sole voice of reason... though it wasn't for any important reason other than she didn't want to see Selena's Sizeable Sacks of Silicone teleported to the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

"That's E-FUCKING-NOUGH you three!" The very infrequent voice of reason said loudly, her voice boucing off the metal walls of the enclosed truck bed. Waiting for a moment for the three to actually settle down, Katya turned her head and eyed Ryan Wheatley, who held the title for second biggest asshole on the truck, and addressed him in an uncharacteristically serious tone, "Listen, Ryan. You might be right about Miia's'Dahlink.' He might just be the welcome mat for anyone with a nice set of knockers. He might not ever make her Harem Member #1 and she might never find love with him but it's definitely not your place to curb stomp her fucking dreams. It's definitely not your place to question her judgement on who she loves and it's most definitely not your place to tell her that her 'dahlink' only tolerates her because he pities her. So... Mister Wheatley... I suggest you calm the fuck down and shut the fuck up before you say something that gets Miia to squeeze you so hard that shit starts geysering out of the sockets where your eyes used to be."

With that said, the Rising Dawn's Resident Computer Support Technician turned an eye to Miia but said nothing. The girl had already had her brains kicked in the nuts a number of times that day and Katya had been one of the kickers. What needed to be said to Miia could be said later. The fact that Miia was no where close to ready for this sort of work, the fact that Miia was dumb enough to let someone decide for her that she would wear a Statue of Liberty Costume as a disguise and the fact that Miia usefulness was pretty much limited to the role of meat shield could be discussed at a later date and somewhere didn't involve being surrounded by a large regiment of armed military personnel. Instead, Katya just smiled at Miia before turning to Sabrina the Teenage Witch and her sidesick ~~Salem~~ (D)Ic(k)arus, who appeared to be in the middle of some sort of deep philosophical debate.

"I think something is going on. I can't quite hear it but I think they're trying to get us to surrender."

"AHEM!!!" Katya cleared her throat at Selena before starting her impromptu rant.

"As for you, funbags, if you want to make yourself useful, instead of getting all intertwined in someone else's relationship, why don't you keep your idiot boyfriend, Captain Thunderstruck, from revealing our position again? Last I heard we were supposed to get out of the building quietly. Last I heard we were going to perform this mission with a minimal amount of casualties. Last I head, Lightning kills and Thunder is fucking loud. So do us all a favor, Maria the Virgin Witch, give junior there a coloring book and keep him occupied. Kay Thanks. Oh and by the way... you are hearing them ask us to turn ourselves into little cheese eating surrender monkies but what you're not hearing is an underlying binary signal hidden in the transmission. It says: 'Truck #2077 has deviated off preplanned route. Eliminate all on board.'"

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Note: Diablo has granted me permission to write this little scene. Enjoy

Combat Analyst Dane Cadwyn turned up the volume on his ear buds as he attempted to drown out the whining coming from the Sector 5 Analyst seated behind him. A rogue electrical spike had shorted out many of the CCTV surveillance cameras in Sector 5 and had allowed a Rising Dawn infiltration squad to escape. Re-acquisition of the enemy agents had been hampered by the fact that the assets in Sector 5 were comprised by flesh and blood personnel, at least that was Analyst Cadwyn's assessment of the matter. Had there been robotic assets with sufficient electrical shielding to withstand the rogue power spike, the outcome would have been far different and Combat Analyst Cray would not be on his way to an isolation cell for dereliction of his duties.

Combat Analyst Cadwyn's hazel eyes scanned Sector 6's four hundred and fifty CCTV surveillance streams, looking for any clues that would indicate that the enemy agents had entered his sector. As he did so, he ran his fingers over the pages of a technical manual that had been written in braille. While the man seated at the observation console was not blind, he had picked up the skill as a means of increasing his own job efficiency. Staying up to date on the latest upgrades for the newest model of ones field assets meant sinking a large amount of time reading technical manuals. If the combat analyst had been reading a printed text version of the technical document he had in front of him, it would have reduced the amount of time his eyes could be used to observe the happenings in Sector 6.

X209F Introduction said:
Thank you for choosing to deploy the X209 series of camouflaged infiltration and observation drones. As you will notice through the course of this technical document, the X209F is a marked improvement over its predecessors due to the integration of cutting edge technology. This allows the X209F to perform a wider array of missions that now include insurgency suppression, high value personnel neutralization and the elimination of-

An alert chimed softly in the combat analyst's ear alerting him to the fact that anomalous activities had been detected in Sector 6. Removing his hand from the technical manual, Analyst Cadwyn's fingers keyed in on the source of the alert: A License Plate reader installed on the West Side of Saint Joseph's Hospital on Downing Street. Reviewing the log, the man noticed that a truck had deviated from its preassigned route and was currently traveling towards the capitol building. Keying in on another screen, the combat analyst focused a CCTV camera on the driver of the truck.

"Identify," The man at the console muttered to the console, issuing the command to use his facial recognition software to compare the face of the driver to the face of known Rising Dawn personnel.

Results said:
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Target: David West Affiliation: Rising Dawn Accuracy: 95%

Leaning back in his chair, he brought up a well manicured hand to rub the minimal stubble that had grown on his chin in the few hours since he'd last shaved. Dane smiled slightly at the realization that he was going to be able to mobilize the defensive assets he had deployed on the field. This engagement would also allow the analyst measure the combat effectiveness of the newly appropriated X209F drones. If they succeeded in eliminating the interlopers, there was a high probability that Combat Analyst Cadwyn would be order more of his beloved machines. Tapping and swiping through a series of command lists, the Combat Analyst initiated a connection with his assets.

"Sir!" Analyst Cadwyn called out to his superior, "Enemy detected in Sector 6. Permission to mobilize assets for threat elimination!"

"Permission granted!"

The man's smile intensified as he directed to all his drone units to move in on the commandeered truck. As he waited for the first unit to intercept the Rising Dawn crew members,

X209 Features and Change Log said:
X209A
Base Chassis
Surveillance Suite
Encrypted Sat Link

X209B
Updated Encryption for Sat Link
Ungraded resolution of on-board video cameras
Enabled Video Streaming Services

X209C
Enabled GPS tagging
Added Laser Guidance Designator
Reinforced Chassis

X209D
Replaced old polymer skin with RealDerm Skin Suite
Updated Personality Matrix
Replaced pneumatic pistons for magnetically driven pistons

X209E
Replaced old power plant with Mark II power plant
Replaced Synthetic Hair with Lab Grown Human Hair
Replaced Titanium Chassis with High Density/High Strength Polymer chassis
Added explosives ordanence package option

X209F
Updated RealDerm Skin Suite with RealDrem Skin Suite Mark II
Updated Personality Matrix
Upgraded Magnetic Pistons
Upgraded Encrypted Sat Link
Upgraded Chassis with Enhanced Hybrid Alloy/Polymer Chassis
Added Shielded and Insulated Wiring
Added Artificial Circulatory System
Added Short Range Scythe Blade Weapons systems Option
Added Medium Range Sub-machine Gun Weapons Systems Option

Noticing that a group of X209F drones had closed in on the Rising Dawn commandeered truck, the Analyst stopped reading and focused on observing the encounter. Zooming in on Unit #0023, the man was amazed at the fact that he truly would not have been able to tell the different between one of these drones and a human being were it not for the fact that Unit #0023 was running at 45 miles per hour. The female type, who appeared to have come from a pool party given her state of dress, leaped into the air and deploying a pair of scythes that had been hidden in her forearms. The gleaming blades sliced through the air before punching a hole in the thin metal side of the enclosed truck bed. Using one of the blades as an anchor, Unit #0023 started to slice through the walls of the truck bed.

Close Comabt Weapons Specifications said:
The enhancements to both the X209F's chassis and power plant have made it possible for the developers to include option weapons packages. Due to the minimal amount of armor that can be installed on its chassis, the X209F has been programmed to prioritize close combat strategies. Simple in design, the scythe shaped blades hidden in the unit's forearms are able to slice through body armor with ease. Due to the blade's variable positioning, the combat scythes can be used as hooks, allowing the X209F to climb any surface.

Unit #0023 was on the move as one of the truck's occupants blindly fired .45 caliber bullets through the side of the truck. While the unit had enough armor to sustain multiple direct hits from a handgun of that caliber, #0023 determined that the best means of neutralizing the attacker would be to enter the enclosed truck bed through the roof. Leaning to the right, Unit #0023 narrowly avoided a direct hit to her chassis before her head suffered a direct hit, destroying the critical components housed within. The unit's body went limp as she continued to hang onto the side of the truck.

Another X209F, #0065, positioned itself ahead of the rogue truck with an integrated sub machine gun pointed at the driver's cab. Taking aim, the unit pulled the trigger and sent a barrage of lead into the driver's seat and causing the driver, David West, to swerve. Whether it was through dumb luck or skill, the vehicle plowed directly into Unit #0065.

Glancing over at the status board, the Combat Analyst could see that #0065 was still active, though its legs had been severely damaged by the impact. While it might have been cause for concern on the older models, the bald analyst watched as #0065 hauled itself from under the undercarriage of the fast moving vehicle and climbed up to where the dangling remains of #0023. All it took was a simple twist to remove the damaged head of Unit #0023 and another twist to install #0065's undamaged head. Now in control of a new body, #0065 climbed on top of the truck and started slicing through the rood as the remaining 15 units closed in on the scene.

There are now 15 X209Fs inbound on the truck. I leave it at your discretion as to how they look (Gender, Ethnicity, Dress, Age) as well as how you'd like to dispose of them. Please note that of the 15, 7 shall be using melee weapons of varied design and 7 shall be using projectile weapons and 1 will be a special type.

Short List of Abilities:
Modular Design: The units can only be killed if shot in the head. Otherwise they can replace their damaged parts with the undamaged parts from down units. This can lead to some weird stuff happening. For instance #0065 is a male type whose head is currently installed on #0023 body (a female type wearing a bikini).

Shielding from Electrical and EMP attacks: Can't short them out.

Enhanced Speed: Top running speed 60 mph.

Enhanced Reflexes: Not bullet slicing... but it can react pretty quickly to physical attacks.

Enhanced Strength: It can rip the doors off a car.

Enhanced Agility: One of them actually got a Gold Medal in the Olympics.

HAVE FUN!

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The young girl in the bright pink and frilly dress had remained largely silent during the conversation between her mother and the undead amazonian. While she did a fundamental understanding of the concepts being discussed, it thought of multiple spirits inhabiting a single body was a bit much for Ruby's mind to digest. Was it cramped inside of Miss Anjali's body? Were the spirits inside of Miss Anjali's body smaller than a regular soul? If these spirits were smaller, just how small were they... in fact how big was a soul in the first place?

"Yes, you are harboring spirits. That much I can tell. In simple words, something is using your body and in doing so has granted you life again." Ruby's Mother's words made the young child excited with the possibilities.

"Mommy? If Miss Anjali has many spirits inside of her and they brought her back to life, does that mean that we could move one of those spirits into another body to bring it back to life?" Ruby in a rather shy manner as if not wanting to offend, "Like... Mags... maybe?"

Ruby looked away from both her mother and Miss Anjali awkwardly as a sense of guilt decided to seat itself on the young girl's shoulder. Mags, short for Margaret, was a stray kitten that Ruby had been in the habit of caring for during her frequent trips to the neighborhood park. It was during one of these trips that the young girl who had just started studying the magical arts had decided that Mags would look much more pretty with a bow around her neck. As Ruby shaped a small ribbon into the bow, a group of children who frequently enjoyed teasing the 6 year old girl arrived on the scene. Seeing that this kitten was important to Ruby, the children snatched up Mags and began tossing the frightened animal between themselves as Ruby chased them around. It had been an accident the other children claimed but one of the tosses had been too high and the ribbon that the Magical Child had lovingly crafted for the kitten was caught on a branch. Ruby could only watch helplessly as the kitten kicks became more and more feeble... until they stopped altogether.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Apr 13, 2016

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Part of David was tempted to throw the lot of them out of this borrowed truck, namely the part of him that was wondering how exactly he went from sniping IEDs on side-roads in Iraq to being the driver this gang of teens needed but not the one they deserved.
Katya was showing off her "Social Graces" as she almost did more yelling then anyone else, sounding like a scorned mother while he played the part of the silent yet resentful dad.
That was until something she said managed to get though his silent vigil, namely the mention of how the truck they were driving was due to be "Eliminated".
"...So doesn't that just mean they are going to be sending more of the same then?..." He piped up, right before he realized how wrong he was.

The sound of tearing metal was deafening as David glanced back to see metal blades tearing it apart connected to what appeared to be a woman.
This was then followed by the sound of gunshots as another appeared on the road in front of him, peppering the cab with machine gun bullets.
Ducking under the dashboard as the windscreen was shot out, David did his best to keep them on the road, having to peer up slightly and risking getting his brains shot out in order to do so.
He watched as the body of Unit #0065 impacted against the grill, sparking and hissing before seemingly getting crushed underneath their 4 wheeled deathtrap.
"...Alright! I don't mean to alarm you all but I believe they have actually have sent Terminators after us! Do whatever you may with that information and hold on! I know it's a cliche but this ride WILL get bumpy..." He warned to his allies as he realized now might be a good time to put on his seat belt.

The next item on the agenda came up rather quickly alongside them in the form of a Semi Truck [http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq7cMZ6--Gw/UUk0yCN7n7I/AAAAAAAAHkk/6HWbQ6yxj7I/s1600/vlcsnap-2013-03-18-20h35m23s52.jpg] being driven by a police officer and a biker with a shotgun pulling up alongside them.
"...There is no way my luck is that bad..." he weakly stated before the biker went to fire his shotgun-
"Oh hell no-",
...only to find himself quick-draw'd by the Irishman's magnum while his partner began ramming their truck.
"OKAY! MAYBE IT IS! FUCKING HELL!" He cursed as he attempted to land a shot on the driver, blowing off part of it's shoulder but doing little damage otherwise.
Opting for a more indirect approach, he elbowed what was left of the driver side window before leaning out to take out the front tire, causing the other truck to loose speed before spinning out and crashing.
"...Fun Fact! I had a nightmare like this once!"

((Moar replies up soon))

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Apr 13, 2016

~~Brainwashed Mob~~ Civilian Location No 2.: Rugal, Elise, Mio

Rugal was about to go on ahead before Elise brought Mio to his attention, a random figure in the crowd who seemed to be ready for "Adventure" but outside of that, he knew little else.
"Now what brings an exquisite woman like yourself to pursue me and my coworker? What are your intentions, I wonder~"
"Elise, I would rather if you didn't solicit company at this time. We have much to do and, outside of slowing us down, I don't see how this one is going to provide much to those efforts...no offense." He pointed out, while he was used to the Rising Dawn's ever changing roster, he wasn't in the mood to play "Meet and Greet" if Mio was trying to tag along.
"Now, can we please be on our way? I'd rather not keep my daughter waiting..."

There should be more here but there isn't ^^;

Capitol Building Compound: Main Gate: Dolores Vs. Mistral

"Hm...If you insist, Chienne..." Mistral calmly said as she watched the storm of blades rushing towards her.
Bringing up her polearm over her head, she allowed the robotic hands on her back to quickly spin it as a form of umbrella, deflecting and casting aside whatever blades tried to hit her.
As this was going on, she once again used her in-human speed to close the gap again with her prey, once she was close enough, she took back her weapon from her augments before making her move.
Her weapon, which in reality was comprised of several cybernetic arms, showed great flexibility as it coiled around Dolores's leg and thigh like a snake, quickly constricting around it.

bluerocker · Apr 14, 2016

Diablo1099 said:
Dis guy helped with some parts

Generic NPC 22 said:
And I got permissions for other parts from dis guy

~~Brainwashed Mob No. 1~~: Caim, Angelus

Caim sprinted to the console sending out the brainwashing signal and thrust Windsinger through the nasty piece of machinery, effectively nipping the problem of the zombies in the bud. After a moment of silence, Caim saw the former attack dogs of Bison looking confused at themselves and one another, before looking at the blood-covered with terrified, widening eyes.
The warrior held up a polearm free hand, his PDA speaking for him,

Code:

"Don't worry about me. There's more of your number tied to crosses out there. Get them down and get out of here."

Without needing to be told twice (and wanting to get away from the man covered in blood), the group of civilians booked it towards the other prisoners, leaving Caim alone, albeit still soaked and stinking of copper. Angelus appeared not too long after, a relieved expression on her face - at least before she saw her partner. The dragoness wrinkled her nose and looked the man up and down, "I see you had engaged in your favorite sport again... Must you always be so messy?"

Caim's exuberance dampened at that comment, and he elected to kick at the dirt beneath him while he communicated through the pact, "Well, it's not as if he was a civilian. The man clearly had a gun and he was very much shooting at me. I don't know what more you want. ...Anyway, what was the hold up?"
Angelus sighed, and moved a stray hair out from her face, "Apparently Bison employs battle concubines dressed in his image. While it may suit to stroke his 'ego', it is terrible battle attire. She paid dearly with her life and the flesh singed from her bones...If there's any bone left anyways."

The prince found the corners of his mouth tilt upwards at that little description, and could already see the image that Angelus had painted in his mind - the screams of agony after her opponent recognized her folly, the sense of pride and satisfaction that the dragon felt after conquering another mortal, and the rush of adrenaline that came from exhibiting such power. Letting out a contented sigh, he lifted his ungloved (and thankfully blood free) hand to stroke her cheek, his thoughts echoing in his partner's mind, "I like it when you talk like that...Shall we have a quick celebration?"
Angelus, while she had been enjoying the brief reward (and sensing her partners immense satisfaction with something so small as a premature cremation), pulled away with an annoyed snort, "Not quite yet. There's still more work to be done..."
"As you wish. Where to?"
"We can send the little ones as support for David's team. For now, we move - it is high time we cut the head off of the snake..."
"Lead the way."

~~Brainwashed Mob No. 4~~: Batter, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg

Cadolbolg released a breath he didn't realize he was holding once the effects of the signal vanished, and watched in amusement as the crowd started getting their rightful vengeance on their former controllers. However, while it was all well and good that the crowd was no longer under Bison's control, Cadolbolg had realized one other thing - Ton Ton was still on the ground, and potentially facing the danger of getting smooshed by the angry mob.

"Uh oh.... Ton Ton, I'm going in! Try to make yourself easy for me to find, okay?"
Tucking his wings in, the tiny turtle dragon plummeted downward towards the concrete, before pulling them out at the last possible minute; enabling the turtle-dragon-baby to hover. Thankfully, even amongst the chaos, Cadolbolg could sense his partner was very close - which was then confirmed when he saw a flash of light against metal and a rush of green, and then a familiar weight on his shoulders,
[color=15650D]"Let's get out of here! These people are gonna step all over us!"[/color]

Not needing any further prompting, Cadolbolg flapped his wings as hard as he could before shooting back up into the air, well away from the crowd, Bison's conmen, and high above the tops of the buildings. Once he began to feel safe again, Cadolbolg descended back downwards in a lazy spiral and called over to Ton Ton, "So we saved the peoples - what now?"
[color=15650D]"I think we're supposed to -"[/color]

Before he could finish, a familiar voice entered the duo's minds, "Hello, my dear little ones; how has your mission fared?"

Cadolbolg would have leapt for joy at his mother's voice, were he not already airborne, and reported back, "We saved the good guys from the bad guys, and the bad guys are getting beaten! And now I dunno what we're supposed to do..."
"Wonderful work, you two. Now, your father and I are going to regroup with the team attacking Bison. You two go help David's detachment in the meantime."
[color=15650D]"Alrighty, we'll be on our way. Anything else we need to know?"[/color]

There was a pause in the air after the question, before the Cutie's heard a distinctly different voice in their minds, this time being Caim, "...Be careful out there; while I'm happy you two are strong enough to stand on your own, I don't want to see you in the Med Bay later. We'll have a nice big dinner once's everything's over, okay? We'll see you later."
"Of course, Father! You guys go kick bad guy butt for us!"

With a new purpose in heart, the tiny turtle dragon and his brother in arms soared off to the next destination, his head craned downwards for signs of a new enemy or their friends. This didn't take too long, however, as Cadolbolg noticed something strange on the ground below, "Hey, Ton Ton - is that a car?[footnote]I am well aware that the vehicle in question is a truck, however, I do not think a motorphobic Tonberry and a dragon-turtle creature with the mental capacity of a 10 year old really know and/or care about the difference. [/footnote] It looks like there's some humans chasing it..."
[color=15650D]"What? Humans are chasing a car? Like running after it?"[/color]
"Yeah, gimme a sec and I can get closer - hold on tight!"
Cadolbolg tilted his wings downwards to head towards the anomaly, diving down towards the unusual scene before he was approximately 10 feet above the pursuing creatures; approximately that's when they heard the gunfire and began to see that the enemies in question were perhaps not very human - especially after one of them extended a set of blades from it's arms.
"I think we found our friends."
[color=15650D]"No kidding! Here, I have an idea- I need you to fire at one of them and keep steady, I'm gonna charge the Knife!"[/color]
"Rodger rodger!"

Following the little strategy meeting, Ton Ton carefully stood and held his Knife forward with one hand while he slowly began to swing the lantern with the other. An inky darkness began to rise from within the lantern, and specters of it rose and shot towards the blade of Ton Ton's weapon, giving the same inky sheen.
In the meantime, however, Cadolbolg opened his mouth shot forth a burst of electricity at the closest of the androids - only to be dismayed in finding it unphased by the attack, "Aww.. Lame! Fine, fire it is!"
Taking a deep breath, Cadolbolg opened his maw again, and shot forth a trio of short fireballs at the android this time, just as he had seen his Mother do many times before.

Denver Alleyway: Teri and Garm vs. Fulgore!

Teri squinted her eyes at the strange being that stood before herself and her wolf, one of her hands reaching for her satchel as she called out to the creature, [color=0E59E4]"I don't want any trouble.. Who... No, what are you? What do you want with us?"[/color]

The cybernetic being's head jerked in the Cleric's direction, and in a cold, lifeless tone, dictated,

Code:

"You will surrender and submit to questioning under public ordnance 1099, Section A-D 317. Resist and force will be used."

Cleric and wolf took an uneasy step back as the cyborg began his advance, Teri's voice taking on a pleading tone as she attempted diplomacy one more time,
[color=0E59E4]"Public ordnance what...? Wait, I don't understand, we haven't done anything wrong!"[/color]
[color=356D60]"Tear-ri... I don't think he's gonna listen to reason."[/color]

True to the wolf's fears, the Cyborg continued walking towards the duo, and spoke once more,

Code:

"Either you will surrender, or I will use [b]force[/b]."

He punctuated this with a set of claws on his wrist charging up with a strange energy, before they extended to a measure that was almost reminiscent of Wolverine, but with none of the charm of Hugh Jackman.

At that display, the Cleric gulped and began incanting a chant to summon a creature for help, and left Garm at the reigns for movement and evasion. As this happened, Garm opened his jaws, shooting forth a cone of ice at the assailant. After this, he lowered his body to the ground before launching himself to the right in an attempt to duck behind the cyborg. As he reached the end of his movement, the Cleric pointed at her opponent, the last remnants of her summoning chant ringing out,

[color=0E59E4]"I summon thee, Ice Mephit, from the plane of air!

Now go and.. uh....[small]shit it needs to rhyme..[/small]Fight that guy over there!"[/color]

At the Cleric's call, a creature the size of a young child appeared in the air. It's appearance was similar to an imp's, as it possessed a long pointed face, a tiny pair of horns poking out of the top of it's head, strangely bent legs, and a pair of webbed wings. However, once those details were out of the way, it was rather clear that this was anything but an infernal beast, as it's skin shimmered with the hues of Arctic glaciers, somewhere between blue and green. Icicles hung off it's chin like a scraggly beard, and similar formations edged along it's brow. It's wings looked as though they were great slabs of ice, cut and carved into a shape in an awkward imitation of a bat's or a dragon's wings; nonetheless it continued to hover in the air.

After a moment of silence from the mephit, which appeared to be on account of the icy humanoid sizing up it's opponent, the mephit waved it's hand and spoke in a language that Teri did not understand. It sounded strong and whispering, yet solemn, like when one sees the branches of trees shake in the wind, but doesn't feel the air move about them. Following this intonation of Auran incantation, the creature pointed at Fulgore, and white patterns began to blossom on the metal pieces of the cyborg's armored carapace, beginning at it's chest and quickly crawling to whatever metal extremities could be found; almost akin to an aggressive form of kudzu. Teri, while being a student of Clerical magic, knew that she could not cast this spell, but in her studies for potential planar allies was well aware of what the mephit had done (and had been summoned for this reason) - it had cast a chill metal spell. [http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/chillMetal.htm]

Code:

Teri has cast Summon Monster 4, calling in an Ice Mephit to help! The Ice Mephit will stick around for 40 seconds, or until it is defeated in battle. Time till next 4th level spell, 24 seconds 4 seconds till Garm can use his breath weapon again

Silence · Apr 14, 2016

Avatar Adventures | Denver | Capitol Building Compound
Daylight
Diana | Kalastryn | [color=6c1504]M. Bison[/color]

A dark void opened before Diana and Kalastryn, and even Diana knew who it was, as he had seen him on enough pictures with 'target' written above them. M. Bison, the big bad (kind of) himself. After his dramatic entrance, and some organisatory words to his underlings, he talked directly to them:

[color=6c1504]"Tell me, are you aware that Kazuya is merely using you as part of some scheme of revenge? Against me and my colleges? I saw the ruins of MIT, of Black Mesa. Dr. Cortex and Dr. Wesker were some of the finest minds of their time...No doubt Kazuya pulled the trigger on them himself. All this because he couldn't accept that he was the one who made a mistake...Where is my would-be Assassin anyway? It doesn't seem like him to pass on a face to face meeting with the object of his obsession..."[/color]

Diana had a puzzled look on her face as she tried to figure who of the people giving her the assignment was 'Kazuya'. At least she could count out Kalastryn, whose telepathic connection gave her an unexpected answer - one of death. It was an answer, alright, even one Diana would like in other circumstances. But they were in presence of someone who ran on bad emotions, at least that was what she was told, and having a mind full of death would make him more powerful.

Then, Kalastryn was immortal, so Diana was not quite sure on what to do. At least she knew that this was not the time for jokes, so instead of a 'Kazu-who?' she kept quiet for now, and let Kalastryn do her epic rant. "... If you have a god, I'd advise you to pray, because while we even defended your comrades from harm before, I don't care anymore. When, not if but when you die, I will personally raise your corpse and dismember you repeatedly until at last I'm satisfied..."

"Now, now, isn't that a bit much?" Diana chimed in, but with a smile on her mouth. Somehow it amused her. Could maybe even be to her advantage, if it came this far, and she could try a bite of Bison-steak.

"Huh... personally I've always shunned violence where it isn't entirely necessary... morality can go fuck itself, you made it personal. Have we been used? I don't care anymore. Tell you the truth, the whole hostage idea isn't going to work in your favor. Go ahead and kill me right now, unlike you I'll get back up."

Diana held up her finger. "Please don't kill me too, though." She still smiled. "Although she has a point with the hostage thing. Won't work. How about you pay me and I at least stay out of it for now?"

Kala's flesh meanwhile seemed to rot on her bones, which Diana observed fascinatedly. "Don't mind me, only making things more comfortable. After all, dead men shouldn't speak to those still alive." She quipped, but making no more move to be aggressive... yet.

"You know, that's a cool trick." Diana spoke, casually. "Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.Tell me, how many negative emotions are around us, if there are only zombies and robots here?" She asked Bison, trying to figure out his personality a bit more.

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Anjali could not do otherwise than stare at Deborah's giant breasts as she leaned forward. "Well I know a little bit. About your current situation - I have to say that I do not know much. But I know a revenant when I see one."

"... a revenant..." Anjali repeated to herself as Deborah plucked a hair from her head, which Anjali barely felt. "Anjali Khatri. Yes, you are harboring spirits. That much I can tell. In simple words, something is using your body and in doing so has granted you life again."

"Something ... could that something be a spirit itself? I think I feel these things ... these spirits inside me." Anjali said. "Sometimes they want something from me, sometimes ..." Ruby chimed in before she could finish. "Mommy? If Miss Anjali has many spirits inside of her and they brought her back to life, does that mean that we could move one of those spirits into another body to bring it back to life?" she said in a rather shy manner as if not wanting to offend, "Like... Mags... maybe?"

"What is that? Your cat? I don't know if that is possible, I don't even know if these spirits can do anyth ..." Anjali started speaking, as she moved her arm and hand in ways to feel one of the spirits inside her ... which caused it to leave her arm and fly forward for a bit. It was a small, silvery and transparent spirit of a snake.

"Huh!" Anjali made, surprised. Then: "Come back here." And the spirit flew back, after a few seconds of hesitation, inside her arm. "This is weird." Anjali stated, scratching her head. There still was a silvery glow around her hand.

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Avatar Adventures | Denver | Civilian Location No. 2/Broadway
Daylight
Mio | Elise | Rugal

As Mio brought down her flask again, she felt something move and tickle her shoulder. She turned her head, and tried to stare down whatever the white thing was. "Huh? Did I drink too much again?" she said to herself. "I could have sworn this was my first time today ..." It was then, that she finally managed to look past her nose and realize it was a spider, a real one at that. Mio tensed slightly, trying to think about if 'white' meant 'poisonous'.

"Hmm? Why so tense, relax dear- my Spiderling won't bite. So long as you don't make any sudden moves." came a voice, suddenly, from before Mio. She looked up, nearly making a sudden move, and inspected the spider-woman. Her eye was moving quickly again, but otherwise she kept calm.

"You seem ... wait, you are her!" Mio said. The woman gave a smile. "Now what brings an exquisite woman like yourself to pursue me and my coworker? What are your intentions, I wonder~"

"Damn, I didn't realize you look this good, woman." Mio answered her. She gave a whistle. "I'm quite shortsighted, you know. Anyways, my intentions were ... checking you out and ... ah, yes, I remember! You saved me back there, I think. I was under some kind of spell. I wanted to thank you. Funny how that works, normally it's me who saves the maiden.

Also figure out who was behind the thing, so I can slap him or her across their face. Maybe score some booty, too."

"Elise, I would rather if you didn't solicit company at this time. We have much to do and, outside of slowing us down, I don't see how this one is going to provide much to those efforts...no offense. Now, can we please be on our way? I'd rather not keep my daughter waiting..." the other, obviously unimportant guy, called towards the hot woman. "Elise, that's a good name." Mio murmured after he did so. "Anyways, I can fight, I can talk, I also like you, Elise ... I think." she said, more loudly. "I'm pretty sure I can provide much to save his daughter or whatever it is you need to save. Let me join you!" Mio held up her arm, in a joyful gesture, completely forgetting the spider on her left shoulder, which nearly fell off. Guess it was a good thing there was no arm to make a sudden move with, followed by a bite, on this side.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Apr 15, 2016

bluerocker said:
This chick helped me write this!

Denver Alleyway: Teri and Garm vs. Fulgore!

Resistance was expected but the scope of it was not.
Codes and statistics flooded Fulgore's HUD as he engaged the targets, marching forward even as the temperature of his frame began to quickly descend below zero.
Errors quickly began to take over as his movements began to slowly grind to a halt as his exterior began to get encased in a block of solid ice.
This prompted the cyborg to begin to over-clock his reactor, steam quickly rushing out of it's vents and masks as his chest opened up to allow it to heat up his entire body.
Sensing a moment of weakness, Teri decided that was the weak point she had to hit, and she knew just how to do it.
[color=0E59E4]"Reppuken!"[/color]

...
Time seemed to slow down for the Cyborg as the Ki projectile raced towards him, there was something about that statement, that...move that caused his processes to halt for a moment.
Which as all the time it needed for the Reppuken to nail him not only in the chest but in the face.
The combo of being rapidly super-cooled before being super-heated did not do his frame many favors as parts of his armor went flying, even the trademark "Face" of the Fulgore series getting knocked off in the process.
Confusion sank in as his eyes burned, the sun in the sky being blinding without the tactical overlay and lines of code to block it.
In this confusion, the Cyborg reached up to his head before feeling bare flesh where his face used to be.

"...My Face...You broke my face..." a young blonde man on the other end said, his expression being one of shock and rage as he said that.
Once he had recovered from the shock, he then fired back with a Reppuken of his own [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/np7/char/gifs/adelheid/attacks/adelheid-special.gif] towards the Cleric, freeing up space for him to deal with the Ice Mephit.
His reactor was raging on, threatening to burn off his own flesh as he rocketed over (Literally) with his claw bared, goring the Mephit before throwing it's bleeding body against the wall, prompting it to vanish.
Garm quickly leapt to the side to avoid the Ki blast while the Cleric realized who they were fighting.
[color=0E59E4]"Whoa, is that-...Adel!?"[/color]
[color=356D60]"Y-you know him?!"[/color]
[color=0e59e4]"Yeah-I-I mean-no, I mean-"[/color]

Her stammering was cut off when her mount was suddenly propelled off the ground by a violent gut-punch from Adel, followed by a lighting fast series of kicks in mid-air, ending with an Ax-kick which drove the wolf's head right against the tarmac of the alleyway under the Cyborg's heel.
Fear was quickly starting to overwhelm the cleric was she was knocked off mid-combo, seeing her attacker then kick her guardian aside against a dumpster before glaring down at her.
"..."
[color=0E59E4]"..."[/color]
Being the first to blink, Teri went to grab at her ring before attempting to send [color=0e59e4]"Dad, I nee-"[/color]
Her efforts were made moot when a lighting fast fist impacted against her skull, stunning her as the last thing she heard was.

"Fulgore here. Target Secure..."

Rising Dawn: Medical Bay (Uber Late edition): Kazuya, Dillon

Kazuya was in a haze thanks to Dillon's cutting of his IV feed.
He did not know what it was Dillon was trying to show him or if anything he was seeing was even real, but one thing was for certain: Whatever it was he was seeing, he did not like it.
[color=9f2b68]".....-GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHHA-oof!"[/color] He screamed though his numbed face as he rolled right out of his bed and faceplanted right on he floor, the impact doing little to aid his recovery.
Phantom pains engulfed his missing arm, a burning reminder of Violet's little Coup following the events of the night before.
Groaning from effort as he attempted to use his numbed limbs, he then began to try and roll himself onto his back, having about as much success as one would expect as he wondered where his guard had gone...

(Moar reactions to come!)

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Apr 16, 2016

Kalastryn said:
This guy helped me write some of this!

Capitol Building Compound: Kalastryn, Dream Vs. Jenny Feat. M. Bison

[color=6c1504]"..."[/color]
Bison seemed to zone out for a moment, but not for the reasons that Kalastryn had hoped her little stunt would prompt.
[color=6c1504]"...Doom is with you?...I-is he alright?...But-...How, I mean..."[/color] He repeated in a somewhat shocked manner, out of everything that Kalastryn had said, threatened or done, that line seemed to get the most reaction out of the Presidental Hopeful.
[color=6c1504]"...Of course....Those attacks in LA...That's where he was hiding...[sub]Dammit Doom, why didn't you tell me?[/sub]...*ahem* Well...I-...That's good. I had grieved for their loss-...Needlessly then."[/color] He then rattled on, quickly getting back into "character" after his moment of weakness.
When the topic of negative emotions came up, he was glad to take that question to help distance himself from his moment of weakness.
[color=6c1504]"You must understand that this settlement is merely one of many who are under my thrall. I'm sure your people are making attempts to free them, but you aren't even breaking the skin of my vision...An entire people under my will. My power comes from them and their power comes from me. You might not notice it, but across this land, millions of souls act as one under my control, not because I force them, but rather because the anger that festers in each and every hearts them demands it...But, I ramble on..."[/color]

The Soon-to-be Dictator paused for a moment before guiltily scanning the compound, as if looking for possible witnesses as he made his next statement.
[color=6c1504]"...So my comrades are in your care, are they?...Might I suggest a trade?...It's clear that you have some..."fondness" for my ally's "Employee" here..."[/color] he said as he motioned to the Gardevoir, still emotionless and unfeeling as she followed them.
[color=6c1504]"While you more..."Mortal" friend raises a good point, even if this military does not operate on emotion, they still follow me by way of currency. When I say the word, she will be free to go. I have acquired a large amount of capital this election cycle. With a mere motion my wrist, I could buy out her "Employment" and hand it over to whomever I chose. All I ask is that my comrades in your prison cells are handed over. Who knows? I might even throw in a few other gains I have made in my position as well..."[/color] He proposed, giving a firm confident smile while still visibly sweating as he said that.

The most exciting episode of "Deal or No Deal?" that Kalastryn had ever watched was soon interrupted by a shadow flying overhead, as well as the notable fear that was starting to befall the entire compound as what seemed to be a red dragon and it's rider flew above them.
Once again, Bison's composure cracked a little as he barked [color=6c1504]"Jenny, Harakiri stage 1"[/color], prompting the Pokemon to unwillingly draw it's blades before prepping to jam them into her own gut.
Backing off a little and motioning to Kalastryn to "Back off" he then gave a simple demand: [color=6c1504]"Call them off. You brag about being able to return from the dead, but can she?..."[/color]

The very real threat of having her friend slay herself before such a miserable mountain of egoccentric made Kala check herself rather than commit to the violence she fully intended. Instead... she decided to place him in further dismay as help was soon arriving!

"You fascinate me, you know? Underneath all that muscle and ego, you cared for someone else in at least some capacity the whole time. Doom... right? When we captured him he didn't really even put up much of a fight. He was being manipulated... or perhaps more appropriately enslaved by others making some sort of illegal drug. I'm sure you would have come for him if you knew where he was... he seems to think so highly of all you lot. I want to know then... how does such a... softie fall so far? What makes a man truly desires as much as you do, as strongly as you do. Where in pursuit of those desires morality and trust are never issues because they were never brought to the table to start with?

... I have absolutely zero authority over anyone else in the Rising Dawn. I can't tell anyone to surrender. I can only advise you that hurting anyone here will only inflame the situation further. It must be so very cliche, me attempting to talk you out of anything... or talk you into doing something good rather than your intention... but I mean what I say. If you cause her to kill herself now, the only real result is that you lose your weapon and enrage many of those yet to arrive."

[color=6c1504]"....Grrrrrr....Forget it then. Jenny, tell them to land before something "Bad" happens..."[/color] Bison then ordered, keeping the stand off going while Jenny contacted the duo in the sky...

Also, because I forgot to say it yesterday: All Brainwashed Mobs have been cleared! The City owes a debt to the Rising Dawn and will assist them in the future!

Kalastryn · Apr 16, 2016

[hr]

For what majority of the car ride was... "peaceful" even with the residents of the "we should have left the building 3 hours ago" team, ARES felt... more than mildly annoyed. She sat in silence rather than address their personal problems amidst what equates to a war zone. She restrained herself from giving Selena a well deserved slap behind the head. After all, while Ryan was really only telling the truth at the time (as bitter as the truth can be) you can't fault honesty... and the last time she slapped someone upside the head, David kissed the asphalt. Though honestly? She would have agreed with David wholeheartedly when it came to booting them all out of the truck. Skip the drama, and move to the capitol in that golden, unappreciated silence.

Of course before she had the chance to voice this suggestion, they were under attack. Why not, right? I mean, it wasn't as though there was a dictator to take down. It wasn't like, when you really put things in perspective that while they made progress on getting rid of that issue, petty squabbling could wait right?

[small]"... I think I've found the only thing I miss about working for the Accord. They finished things with far less emotional attachment and interference.[/small] She mumbled, before doing something rather... drastic.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but given all the bullshit from the last hour and a half... for myself, this will really help with my stress." She said, before angling her minigun up at whatever was trying to slice through the roof of the truck, and unleashing... oh about $100,000 worth of bullets on them, leaving a sizeable hole in the roof (and possibly hitting it in the head, if not giving it a (ton) of bullets to remove it's grip on the truck.

Then, ARES climbed onto the roof herself, and engaged the sentry mode installed with her current armor. This planted her feet in a position where she was looking behind the truck, and towards the semi truck beside them. As she did this, steam rose off her armor as it created a dome shaped force field over the roof of the truck[footnote]This force field brought to you by the junkyard. It'll stop some incoming bullets, but you can walk right through it. That's right ladies and gentleman, while they can shoot out, but you can't shoot in, THE number one tactic to overcoming this is to walk inside, then shoot![/footnote] The minigun she had been using re-sculpted itself as well. Robotic arms like those used when she changes frames sprung out of her back to hold it, as the ammo barrel was welded onto her back. Chains of bullets were then guided to her wrists, where holes opened up in her palms...[footnote] Sentry mode, or Turret mode, has a couple weaknesses. The force field will deter projectiles, but it can be walked right through. ARES essentially becomes immovable and rooted to whatever "ground" they plant in, but can only turn about 180 degrees... not to mention not having eyes in the back of her head. And sometimes... it would really be better if something had knocked you back a few feet, and out of range for anyone crazy enough to get too close for comfort... or if you'd rather not meet the full force of something slamming into you at 60 miles an hour. Dodging = NO.[/footnote]

Then, well it goes without saying that streams of bullets started to fly forth from her hands. ARES didn't aim for the obvious targets however... shoot through the truck and see if she could hit whatever was inside? Aim for the driver? No... instead, ARES was aiming for the coupling for the front of the Semi and the cargo behind, hoping to separate whatever the truck was carrying, from the truck itself.

Yelling over the sound of gunfire, coming primarily from herself, she exclaimed "Anyone else feel like living today!? Or are David and I not doing well enough to cover all of us going to be your excuse when your all in line for the pearly gates!?"

NotYetForsaken · Apr 18, 2016

Broken Doll
Location: Capitol Building | Denver
Who... is this girl?

The First Lieutenant

Murakumo's blade-petals clashed against the black arms that had grabbed me. Shorn sparks flew and lit the air with their fleeting light. The two of us flew apart, each wrestling with the kinetic energy that had - in a single impulse - launched us afar. My blade petals splayed outward and caught me in their null-gravity field and then anchored me high in the air. Mistral landed below on her feet and kicked up a cloud of dust and debris.

There was a lull in the combat.

Her arms twitched and bent in unnatural ways, from above it looked as if she were a writhing mass of corpses covered with slick pitch. I shuddered. I always disliked the color black - it was taking the brilliance of blue and crushing the life out of it. She launched herself off of the ground again. This time I caught the twitch of her muscles before she had left the ground.

Murakumo pulled me right as she flew by. Moments later a gust of wind and dust followed in her wake. Such speed. I raised my hand and directed another barrage of blades against her. Again her twisting limbs wrenched the swords from the air around her as they came and cast the blades to the ground.

Then she began to fall. Murakumo pushed away from her. She fell once again to the ground and landed within a plume of dust several meters wide. Without a free-point anchor like Murakumo's gravity seed, she was at a disadvantage in the air. Her arc was predetermined, whereas I had free movement in the sky. I saw her muscles tense again.

I dodged backwards, but felt an arm snag against Murakumo's back binding. She tugged me higher into the sky, her black arms grappling at my limbs and hair. Murakumo's sword petals struck back instinctively and let me pull away. Though still her longest arms held upon the thin protrusions of my armor. I spun around and faced her. A flurry of knife-wielding hands came at me as soon as my I turned face. I struck out myself, striking each oncoming wrist with my bladed bracers.

They came as fast as I could deflect them. We went blow for blow as her mass started to pull us back toward the earth. There were too many, even with Murakumo intervening, it was still difficult to keep up with the sheer number of striking limbs Mistral had. She grinned, her eyes held a sharpness kin to that I had seen in birds of prey. She's toying with me!

I felt an anger boil within me that was not my own. Something far more primal than I was used to was gnawing at me. It was in my heart, my breast, my stomach, my thighs. A hot burning rage searching for an outlet.

!praha![footnote]Father![/footnote]

,!ie!, [footnote]What!?[/footnote]

!a' praha kada! !a' praha furdiada![footnote]I hate father! I'll kill father![/footnote]

I was crying. Tears were coming though I was not sad. Though I was not angry, tears wet my cheeks. These were tears born from fear, but not my own.

!kashokkasa a'mon helbel'ash! [footnote]Don't look at me with those eyes![/footnote]

!a' ha'gao thana mediara! [footnote]I want her to die![/footnote]

I felt that pitiful girl rise up in unfathomable fury and rage. It was a madness born from fear and oppression. It had been sealed so deep within, that now as she feared, it erupted within this second soul. Pure, untouched, virgin hatred. Without target, without reason, and without restraint.

Through the tears Dolores wrenched control from me and cast me aside. For the first time I was not in control of my own body. What in the world? Who's work... is this? A girl who doesn't exist and never existed and shouldn't existed was suddenly before me. A soul burning so bright that I could not look directly at it. An existence so strong that it made the sun and the moon tremble in it's wake. The fury burned so hot and so deep that I actually felt the primal urge to flee. This was a rage so pure, that it could fuel even patricide.

Dolores let Murakumo go. The armor dissolved from her body and left her girlish form bare to the whipping winds of the sky. Mistral fumbled as her hand-holds suddenly vanished back into the aether. Yet Mistral still struck out, either out of confidence or instinct.

Her blue eyes were never more intense. She struck out her fist to meet the black skinned arm as her hair whipped around her. At impact a circle appeared, a beautiful brilliant azure whom's majesty dwarfed even the infinite blue of the sky around us. That circle stopped time for the briefest of moments. And in that moment, the laws of physics itself seemed to bend to Dolores' will. "Interdimensional barrier deployed! Restriction released! Traheo: Interficium Malum: Ookami -

[HEADING=2]ZANSHIN"[/HEADING](God Slash)

Ookami had leapt through worlds at her call - this useless, crybaby, child's call. The sword that could kill the Gods themselves, the sword that could cut time. A sword that was a God itself... heeded this broken doll. And not only did Ookami come at her cry, she held it with no trouble. It did not fight against her grip as it did mine. No, it resonated with her very being. Her tears, her wild whipping hair, her pathetic thin body as it was falling from the sky.

Dolores slammed Ookami's blunt edge into Mistral and sent her rocketing toward the earth. As she struck the ground the concrete broke and the nearby buildings shuddered at the impact. Through tears I could see the rage still burning within. Her voice was not her own. "Tsubaki!" She completed her battlecry. Time resumed and Ookami remained. She gleamed in the bright sunlight, a strident and noble steel. The Murakumo returned to her, clothed her naked body in armor and brought her gently to the ground.

This girl held two opposing Nox Nyctores in her hands. As she landed, Murakumo left again, leaving Dolores absent of clothing. Though not for long. Without invoking it, a great blue cloak wreathed itself around her. The threads within were deep blue, the outside a bright cerulean. Gleaming white armor fitted itself around her breast and legs. Though her arms were still bare, she looked every part a knight now. She pointed Ookami at Mistral, who was now getting up, dazed but generally unharmed. [HEADING=2]

"Come!" she barked, "Show me, your true strength!"

[/HEADING]

[hr]

Postmodern Mysticism
Location: Canteen | Rising Dawn
Kindle not the fire that you cannot extinguish.

Titania

"Ruby," Deborah said rather sternly, "the dead are not to be brought back by use of Sorcery, Ars Magus, or otherwise. You know this, and I thought that I was completely and totally clear about that." Deborah shook her head and pushed up her glasses before putting and arm around Ruby and pulling her close. "If I made you an exact copy of Mags out of magic, you know it wouldn't be the same. A replacement no matter how exact is still that, a replacement."

Deborah then turned to Anjali, "Just as how you might be you, but not exactly the same before you had met your demise." She took a long look at the silver aura about the snake-revenant before speaking, "While I could help you figure out what you are, it'd take a bit of study. You'd have to stick with me and Ruby for a while so that I can observe you."

Texas Joker 52 · Apr 19, 2016

[hr]

Someone elsewhere, worlds away from the Earth that The Rising Dawn called home, was reflecting on how sometimes, things went according to plan, while other times plans went to shit. And how that shit would often strike the proverbial fan immediately afterwards. The same thoughts ran through Sloth's head, and for similar reasons.

Wrath was currently having what some of the other, meaner Vices would call a "temper tantrum", while the Pyromancer Queen as well as the Young Soldier was in the middle of fending off the twinblade wielding cyborgs. And where was he? Standing in the open, hands outstretched like an idiot with several missiles ready to explode all around him. Granted, they were moving as slow as snails, but that wasn't going to stop them from eventually blowing up. Shit was hitting that proverbial fan in slow motion before Sloth's eyes.

At least, until Nadalia had launched a giant fireball at them, consuming them all in in an even larger bloom, complete with spewing lava. A glob landed nearby, nearly singeing the hem of his robes before he snatched it away.

"Thank you for that." he said blandly.

He glanced up and saw Wrath get bucked off of the tank mid-swing. She fell on her ass, and as she got up, he could tell that if there wasn't blood in her eye before, there was now. She pushed herself to her feet even as the tank decided to do the same, transforming into a bipedal mech determined to ram an electrified front-end right into her.

Her reply was a careless up-swing of her hammer, knocking it back before it could reach her. With a bellow, she ducked down beneath the front armor plates and swung, this time at the joints of one leg.

"ATTENTION RISING DAWN! WE HAVE DETAINED SEVERAL OF YOUR AGENTS! CEASE HOSTILITIES OR THEY WILL BE EXECUTED! YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO RUN! LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS AND GET ON THE GROUND!"

While Wrath didn't so much as spare a glance at the source of the announcement, Sloth did, looking up to see a drone barking out the warning, along with spreading a fine mist over the battlefield. The feel of it falling on his face, along with the scent, was enough to make him sneeze, and he frowned even as he strode over to some cover with all the haste of a man going to grab a paper in the early morning. Which was to say, no haste at all.

What did he care if something managed to get to him? The chances of that were low, since Nadalia, Wrath, and Dolores had the situation reasonably well-in-hand despite how horribly his half-baked plan was working out. Even if they did get to him, pain was temporary, and so was death as far as he was concerned. Ultimately, it wouldn't matter. Another Vice would step up to take his place, and he would have plenty of time to take a nice, long rest while he reconstituted.

On the other hand, the Vice of Wrath was starting to build of a steady head of steam. Whatever the mech was made of, it wasn't strong enough to withstand her for too long as she beat at the leg's joint like she was trying to chop down a tree. And whatever that mist was, she didn't care. She didn't feel any weaker, or any less angry.

[hr]

[hr]

Farber barely made a few steps before he heard Ruby cry out behind him.

"FARBER! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"Ruby, I don't--" he started before sputtering as she started to drag him, bodily, back into the Canteen.

"I need to introduce you to my mom or we can't hang out anymore."

It only took a moment for him to be presented to a pretty lady sitting at the bar. It was clear enough to his trained, street urchin eyes that she had to be some kind of nobility. She dressed too well, and spoke too smoothly to be otherwise. And there he was, looking dingy in ratty clothes and unwashed hair.

As Ruby introduced both him and the Undead woman, Farber merely nodded. What was he going to say? Oh, hello there! I'm a little street rat that came to this world somehow, I don't know quite how, and was hiding under a bed your daughter sat on when we met. Nice to meet you!

"It's good that you're making friends. It is so rare for you to be able to find a friend your own age."

Before he knew it, he was drawn up into a tight hug, with his face firmly planted between a pair of stupendously large breasts with very little room to breathe. He could barely hear what she said next while he made smothered protests. When she released him, he fell back onto his rear end and gasped for air, wondering if that was meant to be a friendly hug, or attempted murder. Though, he could think of much, much worse ways to die than being smothered by massive boobs.

When he finally caught his breath, the others were focused fully on the Undead. So he took that as an opportunity to slip away, making sure to move slow, but not too slow lest he draw their attention. Walking casually to the door, he turned the corner and sat against the wall in the hallway, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on his knees.

And desperately tried not to think of his own mother.

Orinon · Apr 19, 2016

[hr]

Icarus Didn't appreciate being called Junior or Katya naming Selena after her bust-line, They both looked at each other thinking how best to throw the upstart brat out of the truck. when a pair of scything blades, belonging to a Bikini Clad freak, tried to cut it's way in
"Oh that is IT!!"
He snarled as his armor appeared, black mist cascading off his body and The Twilight Dragon Gauntlet reformed on his arm, within seconds he was fully armored. The Truck seemed to get really cold and anyone with a genuine Psyche began to feel a sense of dread.
"It is Time I stopped withholding my Power and Fury."
he spread his wings which seemed larger and a bit ragged. He charged the Strange drone, Forcing the Strange machine out of the truck and into the air, the two began struggling the Terminator soon calculating an error in expected strength output. Utilizing his wings to overpower the Terminator, forcing it into the air.

As Icarus forced the weird machine out Selena reacted fast Pouring a Pinch of Powdered Crystal on her wand she managed to create a potent Barrier spell to protect the truck.
A purplish barrier in the crude shape similar to the truck but extended by four feet. It was incredibly resistant to attacks it allowed the truck to keep moving, those on the inside could see clearly through it. The barrier looked a lot like a natural diamond hand had a similar level of tensile strength it would take a tremendous amount of pressure on a small point to even chip into it, however the speed of the truck and it;s own smooth surface made it nearly impossible to grapple onto it, Those outisde the barrier could not see inside. Selena's concentration also allowed the barrier to regenberate and heal.
"Just Keep Driving, They should have a hard time getting through this Barrier. I just hope Icarus knows what he's doing, he's in real danger." She looked up at the two fighting. With Icarus seeming to overpower the Droid. But she was still worried one thing she did know was if That Sickening excuse for a person, That Katya, even dared too Imply Icarus deserved or get hurt or even die for protecting everyone, she would personally ensure she suffered a fitting end.

Icarus was finding an odd situation gripping the Drone as it tried to break free of his grip and slice him to ribbons With a flap of his wings He got close to a building and used it as a makeshift Grindstone. The Drone screamed and howled inhumanely Icarus Didn't waste time and proceeded to punch it in the face, black lightning crackled on his Gauntlet however aside from crumpling the masculine Face, there didn't seem to be much lasting damage. The Lightning not having any sort of Effect.
The Drone recovered and attempted to swipe at Icarus with it's scything Arm-Blades, Had he been unarmored it would be buried into his collarbone and lungs, luckily it got caught on his armor and Gave Icarus a prime target for a grapple, much like a Judo throw he flung the drone hard onto the ground flying downward at a high speed making the thing impact the ground at near Terminal Velocity resulting in a small crater in the concrete.
Icarus was relentless, before it could recover he dismissed the gauntlet and called out his sword as he closed the distance he thrust out his sword, the tip punctured through the already weakened face, The speed of his flight multiplied by the mass and weight of his armored body, all focused onto a razor tip of a sword made it slide through the metal skull piercing the vital Electronics.
There was just a teeny Draw Back, and That was Icarus soon proceeded to Crash. He tumbled to the ground and rolled before finally settling He stood up groaning thankful for the armor and padding that essentially saved him from several broken bones. The truck zoomed past him with more drones in hot pursuit eager to avenge or salvage their fallen Brethren.
"It seems I have but one option" He admitted to himself pulling the blade out and dismissing the masterpiece and recalling his Gauntlet. His heart was throbbing his body was on fire, he was filled with determination.

Neuromancer · Apr 19, 2016

This was one happy reunion.

For about any other being, having the embodiment of Wrath rush at you with a grin as wide as the Panama strait meant you had approximantely ten seconds to say your prayers, make your peace, and accept your imminent demise.

But Eddie was different, special, even! As one of the few beings that Wrath could get along with, and as one of the even fewer beings she liked spending time with, her rushing him didn't mean she was about to break his bone, merely that she would break some bones.

With a bearhug that would leave any lesser being bent, broken, and very much painfully dead, Wrath lifted Eddie off the ground, which for any bystander it would look quite the achievement given that Eddie was both taller and more muscular than her.

The hug grew tighter, and he felt his back crack and his ribs fracture. The power put behind her hug could probably bend titanium, and from the violent nature of it Eddie's hat fell, and the dice hidden inside of it fell with it, scattered and rolling down the streets.

"It's damn good to see you! You know, I heard your scream earlier in my room at the Vice's realm. Shit, I think they heard you several RP's over!"

He could but stare as she lay him down, [color=5B9C64]"Huh"[/color] he exclaimed, [color=5B9C64]"So that's why Rasp looked at me funny that one time? Guess you do learn something new every day!"[/color]

But neither Wrath nor Sloth were paying attention anymore, staring instead at the armed troops coming their way. Eddie meanwhile, utterly uncaring that random mooks had appeared, picked up his hat, realised the dice had fallen off, and looked around to find the dice. The first two he saw had already stopped rolling, their results lit up:

6! 8!

Six and eight. Not too bad a start. He found another three rolling between the legs of the Nihilism Child as she KFC'ed some mobs with her flamey stuff, unwittingly kicking the dice away as she did. Following them lead to finding two more dice, stopped by the side of the car that Nina was heroically hiding behind, results lit up:

7! 5!

That made his grin falter slightly. The chance was infinitesmall, but this sequence of results could lead to a certain nasty bugger of an effect, so unfathomably horrible that this entire universe would turn into a barren husk. Curiousity reaching its peak, he looked again for the three Nadalia kicked away. And to his horror, found them.

3! 1! 4!

He gulped at that. The infinitesmall had turned very likely indeed, as this was one number away from the ultimate disaster. But where was that damned last die? He looked around everywhere, yet the little bugger-

"I have the missiles slowed!"

Oh.

Oooooooooh.

Eddie's fastly vanishing smile twitched. The missiles weren't the only things slowed. Not too far from the ground the last die rolled in a torturingly slow speed, as it fell even more painfully slow to the ground. Worst still, the aggravatingly slow die landed agonizingly slowly on the pavement on its tip, rolling excruciatingly slowly around. Any number could be a result now, a one in eight, but the odds hardly mattered when the game was rigged, and all that mattered was whether his patron was feeling bored enough to instigate such a phenomenal catastrophe just for momentary amusement.

"Someone destroy them!"

Then, the die came to a gut-wrenchingly slow halt, as though teasing the result. It fell to a side, in the now established traumatisingly slow fashion, and landed on the ground, the resulting number lighting up.

"Wrath-"

Eddie grinned, an almost maniacal laugh slowly building up into a truimphant bellow. He extended his hand and opened his palm. and as he did, the dice appeared upon, results brighter than ever.

"That tank is mine!"

[HEADING=3]Aaaaaaaand CUT![/HEADING]

He looked around, watched the chaos of battled frozen in time: Wrath rushing the tank, a mighty dust cloud rising up behind her. He could see the specks risen in the air, count them even if he wished to. Sloth, with an irritated expression, stared at Wrath, clearly unhappy with her blatant disregard to whatever he had said. Across the corner of his eye, Waifu #2 was finishing ripping off a guy apart, all the lovingly gruesome details of his viscera clearly seeable in this frozen space-time state.

Oh, and the other one, the one that was having a mental episode, she was shooting around with her impractical anime guns. He wondered why his patron had allowed such a being to live, given her part of the song was a rather contrasting melody opposing the whole, but he supposed that questioning the whims of an actually omniscient and omnipotent diety was something only a dark-black winged fool would do.

And finally, Nina. He could see that she was still heroically holding the same ground he saw her a few moments ago, except something new had entered the equation. From within her bag a tentacle had sprouted, and from the looks of it, had just slapped her in the face before time froze. He hadn't taken his city guide for a tentacle fetishist, but he was hardly one to judge. After so many untold millennia, he'd seen some shit.

The dice shone brighter, which meant time was running out. Having noticed a hotdog stand not too far away, he helped himself to a hotdog and a beer.

[color=5B9C64]Now, where was I a few seconds ago?[/color]

He got to his at the time position, adjusting a bit to the left and then forward, took a bit out of the hotdog, and spread his arms as though ready to hug again.

[color=5B9C64]"Aaaaaand.... GO![/color]

This was one happy reunion.

For about any other being, having the embodiment of Wrath rush at you with a grin as wide as the Panama strait meant you had approximantely ten seconds to say your prayers, make your peace, and accept your imminent demise.

But Eddie was different, special, even! As one of the few beings that Wrath could get along with, and as one of the even fewer beings she liked spending time with, her rushing him didn't mean she was about to break his bone, merely that she would break some bones.

With a bearhug that would leave any lesser being bent, broken, and very much painfully dead, Wrath lifted Eddie off the ground, which for any bystander it would look quite the achievement given that Eddie was both taller and more muscular than her.

The hug grew tighter, and he felt his back crack and the hotdog piece in his mouth threaten to fly off. The power put behind her hug could probably bend titanium, and from the violent nature of it Eddie's hat fell, the dice hidden inside luckily still in one place.

"It's damn good to see you! You know, I heard your scream earlier in my room at the Vice's realm. Shit, I think they heard you several RP's over!"

[color=5B9C64]"Yeah, I know,"[/color] he said, swallowing, [color=5B9C64]"You told me so the last time."[/color] Not that she would know.

But neither Wrath nor Sloth were paying attention anymore, staring instead at the armed troops coming their way. Eddie meanwhile, utterly uncaring that random mooks had appeared, picked up his hat, glad that the dice were still inside, dusted it off, put it back on and turned to grin at you, dear reader.

[color=5B9C64]"No more happy accidents this time."[/color]

With that out of the way, we return to our regular program, albeit a bit altered. Chaos theory dictates that small alterations can give rise to strikingly great consequences, and Eddie having a hotdog and beer in hand certainly was a small alteration. Sloth had slowed the missiles, but this time icycle queen was done with her prey faster, and had joined the bunch already.

".. I assume these carry a name."

"They're called 'missiles' and if you could destroy them for me, that'd be great."

No godmodding here, capt'n!

"That tank is mine!"

With flamethrower princess getting ready to deal with the little missiles and Wrath back on schedule, Eddie turned his attention to more important things. Namely, his trusty guide, ever heroically holding the fort behind the car, looked like she decided to branch out on the hero business by trying to beat a missile with a rock. It was such an inept attempt that even Eddie had to take pity on her, and thus blessed her with luck. The rock wasn't quite gonna take a rocket down on its own, but it would look the part, and since the guide clearly demonstrated that she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, she'd think she'd contributed. Win-win situation from where he were standing.

Satisfied with the comic display, Eddie took another bite on his hotdog. The pigmy wannabe continued throwing fireballs around, Wrath was bullrushing the tank, Sloth was slothing around and Miss Mental was going full tryhard with transformations and shit. All while a mist that was undoubtedly supposed to weaken them was conveniently ignored. He could think of at least one person disappointed that the mist did nothing and the hyped up military forces were nowhere near being a threat, but in Eddie's opinion he had it coming.

Business as usual, then, and Eddie was growing bored. Where's the fun in a one-sided fight? So rather than join in, he flash-stepped next to his tentacle-loving partner.

[color=5B9C64]"Well, look at you!"[/color] Eddie bellowed as he appeared, devouring what was left of the hotdog as he did. The octo-enthusiast, though, rather than be excited to see her valiant partner in crime return, threw a rock at him. She still missed, even if it was an almost point-blank shot. The sentiment is what counts.

Eddie stared at her in silence for a few seconds. She looked rather apologetic about it, like a child that breaks a vase for the hell of it and then cries crocodile tears when they're caught. And if there was one thing that Eddie hated, was children.

[color=5B9C64]"One moment you're bitching at me for your apartment and now you're turning into a full-fledged hero!"[/color] He leaned on her threateningly, his voice turning into a guttural growl [color=5B9C64]"Even had the balls to try and throw a rock on my face."[/color], he paused again, letting his rather unhinging grin form, before backing off, changing gears. [color=5B9C64]"They grow up so fast."[/color] he mock-wiped a tear off his eye.

[color=5B9C64]"But the million dollar question, my dear shokushu enthusiast, is this:"[/color] and he pointed at the Cyborg that had just landed a small distance away on the other side of the car, [color=5B9C64]"How're ya gonna deal with that guy?"[/color] he grinned and prepared to take a sip of his beer, [color=5B9C64]"Now that's what I'd really like to- the fuck?!"[/color] he stared at the bottle, [color=5B9C64]"This beer's warm! What kind of South African degenerate sells warm beer?"[/color] and flung the bottle away, [color=5B9C64]"This is bullshit!"[/color]

Now, this bottle was about to go on an adventure. Flying off Eddie's hand, it flew juuuuuuust barely off the Cyborg's head, making its way through a ruined shop window, smashing right onto a bowling ball, which was unstable enough that it only needed juuuust the amount of force the bottle gave it move.

It moved down the shelf, fell down to the next one, rolled its way to the shelf's end, only to have its course rather anticlimatically interrupted by a a pile of books.

But wait, there's more! The sudden crash and added weight that the bowling ball gave the shelf weakened its foundations, and it slowly but surely looked like it was about to give way. Just as that happened, a military guy with a rocket launcher entered the building, aiming at poor little Nina (or maybe Eddie) across the street. Just as he was about to fire, though, the foundation gave way, and the bowling ball fell right onto his head, crushing it rather thoroughly.

That that still wasn't the end of that! The now brain-damaged soldier's finger squeezed the trigger right on impact, sending the shot just baaaaaarely off-course. The missile flew between Nina and Eddie, hitting a propane store on the far side of the street instead. An explosion that Michael Bay would masturbate to followed, as propane tanks exploded in the grandest of fashions.

But if you think a grand explosion was the grand finale, think again. Through the fires and flames of the propane store flew a lone propane cylinder, fire violently exhuming from where its valve used to be, propagating the cylinder onwards like a rocket. It flew between Eddie and Nina, crashed juuuuuuust right on the Cyborg's head, and from the impact exploded, hitting the Cyborg right on an unfortunately overlooked design flaw, haywiring its systems and gibbing its head, sending its lifeless corpse flying backwards a few inches.

[color=5B9C64]"Well!"[/color] heartily laughed Eddie at the sight, [color=5B9C64]"What are the chances of that?![/color] and turned to Nina, [color=5B9C64]"So, Miss Hero, you gonna show me to that pastry shop or not?"[/color]

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Apr 23, 2016

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David wasn't able to do much outside of drive the truck, not did he really want to.
Seriously, even after both ARES and Icarus cast barriers on the truck, he didn't really feel any safer, can't really blame him considering his situation.
As the battle raged on all around him, David kept his eyes on the road and his foot on the gas, their destination soon coming up as bullets and explosions raged on all around them.
"HANG ON GUYS! NEARLY THERE! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IT NOT DIE FOR ANOTHER FEW MINUTES!" He called out to anyone still alive, unable to check on just who that was as he neared one of the compound's checkpoints.
He was going to try and charge right though it, seeing how there was a double layer of shields, there should have been enough protection to keep the truck intact, and there was.

The problem was: That made the mine that one of the killer robots was holding have an interesting effect...

As he came up on the checkpoint, David fired out the windscreen to clear the way, keenly sniping off the standing forces as the drone in question went to charge at them.
"Ha! This won't even scratch the paint!" He joked as he kicked it up a gear, ramming right into the drone and crushing him like his kin thus far.
It was then that the explosive went off right under their seats, the truck was not harmed but force of the blast was enough to launch the truck a good dozen or so feet higher off the ground then it was designed to be at.
Watching both the outside wall and several buildings fly by, David's face began to pale as he realized that the sky was now below his seat as he softly let his hands off the wheel.
"...well...this is going to suck..." He sighed, resigned to his fate as they went to land right in the middle of the enemy's base...

TheMehKingdom said:
Sorry for the delay ^^;

Capitol Building Compound: Main Gate: Dolores Vs. Mistral

Mistral had seen many battles in her lifetime, it was clear from the augments that took up most of her body.
For decades, her flesh was swapped out for metal all for the sole purpose to fulfill her calling: to be the best damn killer she could be.
That having been said, the display she was witnessing was a new one for her, something that seemed to give her much joy as she watched Dolores's dramatic display, it was the first time she saw someone strip before their rivals in battle.
"Might I just say, Your reputation for strangeness has not been understated, Rising Dawn!" she spat back before accepting her invitation to stop holding back.
"Very well. This. Ends. Now." she shouted back as she made her next offensive.

I finally found what I... [https://youtu.be/3o9IuG8Ych8?t=3m32s]

Turning her pole arm back into a whip, she impaled the tip of it into the hood of a stationary armored vehicle, a strong current flowing though it to weld the blade to the metal.
In an impressive show of force, she then lashed with the whip towards Dolores, using the flying vehicle as a sort of bludgeon to strike at her target.
As this was going on, members of her support unit, Namely in the form of Black Tripod Drones [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/3/35/A100924-analyse-demo-mgs-rising-03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120611023623], began to make themselves known as they scurried along the ground, leaping up and trying to cling to Dolores in-between whip swings.

NotYetForsaken · Apr 24, 2016

Soul within the Puppet
Location: Capital Building | Denver
The brightest fires cast the deepest shadows.

Dolores Selmy

I never liked to fight - I'll tell you that much - but fights always seem to happen around me. Mother always fought with father over me. I never could understand why, father loved me very very much, and mother did so to. Yet she always seemed furious beyond belief whenever father would spend time with me. Father said she was jealous and that it was the natural storm of a woman's character. I thought it was true at the very least, because within myself I could feel the rage he had talked about.

Then one day mother killed father.

I think I was sixteen or seventeen at the time. It was at the airfield base - I was visiting father like he had asked. Mother had forbade it, but I had gone anyway. I'm not sure what he wanted of me, I can't remember much of anything of father really, except what he looked like and that he loved me dearly. Though what I do remember were his eyes. They were like a hawk's. Sharp, hungry, and always looking out for prey.

Mother shot father three times in the back and almost killed me as well. The bullets tore through his body and had struck the desk around me. Only father's embrace had saved me I think. When he died I remember being angry. It was the only time I think I wasn't either afraid or unsure. It was a clear desirous anger. I couldn't stand it.

I was supposed to be the one that killed father. Why had I put up with him for thirteen years? I knew he didn't love me. I knew he was just using me. He was a hawk. He liked to lord over those below him. He named me Dolores after all. A name that meant suffering. He always meant to play with me. I was his toy, his one and only Dolly.

I could remember more than I ever could right now, at this moment. It was those hungry eyes that made me angry. This woman had the same eyes as father, and I couldn't stand it. I could do it, right in front of me was my redemption. A hunter. Let me hunt the hunter. Let me play with her as father played with me. I don't like being the doll.

I want to be loved and I want to love. But I never get to love. Not truly at any rate. People aren't for loving. Dolls are for loving. Dolls don't scream or fight back after all. Be a good little Dolly.

This was my justice. This was my pain. I could hear Ookami howling against burning fury of my own soul - a long mournful song that I could feel inside of my chest. "Be the white void," I echoed her voice, "be the cold steel," I pressed my hand against Ookami's blunt edge, "be the just sword. With sword in hand reap the sins of the world and cleanse it in the fires of destruction!"

This woman's toys came at me from all sides. Grotesque rolling orbs with arms. They tried to grab me. As they got close my armor flashed blue and time froze. I took a step over them and cut one swiftly in half with Ookami. It shattered and time resumed. The others adjusted and rolled again. Again time stopped and let me destroy the aggressor. Again and again this process repeated until nearly all were destroyed.

I looked up. Nearly no time had passed. Where the vehicle at the end of her whip was mere meters from me before, it was now less than a dozen feet away. I let the truck hit me.

[HEADING=2]"Empty Sky True Form: LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT!"[/HEADING]

I drew Ookami back and lashed out. Instead of striking anything, the howling blade cut through time itself. I stood before the woman who fought me, whom's name I now knew was Mistral, and pressed the sword against her ink-black arms. Neither she nor the world around her moved. I smiled. I was so hungry.

I raised Ookami and cut. A slash broke open three of her mechanical arms. I flipped the blade in my hand and struck again, and again, and again until all of her fake arms fell apart. Then I pressed the blade against her false leg and severed that. I sheathed Ookami and the world returned to normal.

Mistral collapsed onto the floor. I drew Bloodscythe from the aether and placed it against her arms and leg, and then pulled sharply before she had recovered from the last attack. In one move I severed those limbs. Then I let both Ookami, Blood Scythe, and half the Susanooh unit evaporate. I bent down and put my hands on Mistral's stomach. I could feel the blood draining from her. She was still soft although I could feel her muscles tense underneath. Are all girls this soft? This is exciting. I never got to play with dolls. Be a good little dolly for me.

I grinned.

"Itadakimasu~!"

!salji! !anhphilakettaka yon'de! [footnote]Sis! Snap out of it![/footnote]

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