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

[Orinon]

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

As Rugal he saw Icarus waiting by the Grate
"They're already gone, I'm not actually here I'm just telling you I'm going after them."
The Image of Icarus flickered and suddenly started to become the man In the red trench-coat spoke the exact words to the heroes.
"-Well, are they Colombians or are they Yakuza? There is a bit of a difference...Well, What happened to the guys by Roscos?...All of them? Rolling some PC Fan girl? Oh fucking hell, And Ricky's guys?....Shit, Alright, get back to the plant and lock that shit down. I'll be over once these saps pay up. And Tell Doom he better have a batch ready by the time I get there!"
Then the image seemed to just loop. It seems Icarus was leaving a basic message that only the heroes could see, Meaning Icarus was tracking them by himself. This also meant that They'd have to track Icarus.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Storm, and Azan. Feat. Violet/

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

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Location: Local 7-11 [http://www.phinneywood.com/images/7-11.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

"...Oh shi-" was the last words of the hapless goon before Azan hit him with enough force to send him flying though the air and impact the side of the car they drove in on, shattering his body as it totalled it.
The others had the good sense to get the fuck out of the way when the massive knight charged at them, though his massive AoE overhead swing was enough to cripple them for life as they fell from the impact and were stuck by flying rubble.
As a result, the only thing to heed his call for combat as a car alarm that went off once the shockwaves were finished.
However, the effects of causing a small earthquake were not lost on the store they were standing in as it began to collapse around them, rubble falling from the roof as it began to give way.
All the while, Violet was kind enough to give them an update: "Okay, I'm looking it up and I think it might be Irritable Bowel Syndrome...Are you guys going though a tunnel? You're breaking up. Hello?", mistaking the building collapse for static.

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Diabs Anyone else

"...I swear to god, if he makes a habit of this..." Rugal sighed as he watched Icarus's message, at the very least, they knew were Doom was now.
"Ella, Teri, Icarus managed to get a lead on Doom's location. They seem to be holding him in an old plant, he's current scouting them out now. Should we follow or engage these guys?" He asked over the rings, Doom was more important, but it was clear that these guys were up to no good.
Diabs meanwhile was standing the middle of the empty warehouse as the buyers began to flow in.
"Well! Come estas! Bonjour! Whatever the fuck hello is in German. So glad we can finally meet face to face. So...You got the cash?" The Gang Leader asked as the suitcases of money were opened up.
"Ohhhh, Oh wow...You even brought it in Euro! Hohoho! Nice!" He stammered, clearly this was his first time at a deal like this.
"But, I'm getting ahead of myself...Now...You ready to get your world rocked?..." Diabs then chuckled as he held out his hand before it seemed to crackle with lighting, causing some concern for the Europeans.
"...Heh...Fingerlasers."

To anyone watching from outside, dozens of small beams of plasma began to race out of the building, going though the metal of the warehouse like a hot knife though butter (As well as anything else that might have been in it's path).

Los Angeles: VTOL: Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

Once they were back in the air, the VTOL then began making it's way towards the industrial area of the city.
"Alright, we're nearing the plant. Everyone get ready, they *MIGHT* be expecting us." David said to the others before getting on the rings and saying "West to all points. We think Doom is holed up in an old plant in the industrial area. We're in the VTOL and en route. Keep an eye out for us and meet us there. West, Out."
Meanwhile, Katya got the following information on the sniper as she did her background check while the VTOL began to make a pass at the target.

Name: David West
Age: [REDACTED]
Occupation: UNIT Special Envoy: Assigned to Rising Dawn (CO: Phoenix Richardson)
Income: 10'000USD.
Notes: Red dye in hair is actually from an incident in his youth involving Lead Paint.

Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant: Anyone currently en route there

Meanwhile, at the plant itself, the gang members there were getting ready to defend the place from attack, Boss and Edge's attack on the apartments had them on edge as they began to fall back on the linchpin of their operations in the city.

On Ground

On the ground, about half a dozen cars were parked up in a arc to block off the entrance as the gangsters there argued over just who exactly was attacking them.
Apart from that, they were pretty decently entrenched with men running into positions with old AK-47s and one sniper nested up by the large pipes overhead.
While they had the front covered, there was a blind spot in the rear where the loading bay was, granted, there was still 2 guards watching it, but it was much less well defended.

In the Air

Meanwhile, on top of the old silos, there was 4 more gangsters in position with snipers as well as one rather fat one that was dozing atop a pile of munitions.
This was notable as there was a few LAW rockets laying there, giving them enough punch to shoot down anyone coming in from above.
While it would just be as simple as "Shoot the guy with the RPG", considering what could be in those silos, they could end up taking out the whole block if they ignited the ammo the guy was sleeping on.
Still, there was a way into the plant from above though the vents if anyone could get into position without getting shot down.

Spoiler: Notes

-Sorry for the Delay, College has been kinda kicking my ass over the past while ^^;

-@ StormShaun, Bluerocker, Bluecrimson, TheMehKingdom: David's message over the rings should be enough for them to link back up with the VTOL group.
Ditto for the characters at the 7-11, seeing how the basically blew up the whole building

- As for the characters at the Docks, they can either choose to engage Diabs for a Boss Fight at the Warehouse or just forget it and link back up with the gang at the plant.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

LA Hills: VTOL: Furiae, G-Corp Agents

While the rest of the crew was busy with hunting down Doom, Furiae was currently taking care of the other possible lead in the meantime.
[color=9F2B68]"Alright, one more time. Your mission is to get inside, engage the target, chat him up a little then when I give the order, ask him the phrase I send you. It's extremely important that you only ask him when I give the go ahead. Second you're done, get back to the transport and back onto the airship. We have a short window before the rest of the crew returns so make the most of it. I'll be in touch though the headset. All going well, we should be in and out before anyone notices you gone. Thanks again for agreeing to this on such short notice. I needed someone I could trust to not try and paint the walls with the target's brains before I can determine if he's a threat. Mission start in 3...2...1..."[/color]

On his mark, the VTOL touched down on the ground before a agent in a Weird helmet [http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100906195635/starcraft/images/0/0f/Ghost_SC2_Head3.jpg] opened the door.

*TSH!* "Come on, Cinderella. Don't keep your prince charming waiting, Eh? Heheheh" *TSH!*

The figure chuckled though a distorted voice as they let her off in the middle of one of the wealthier parts of the city, surrounded by mansions worthy of lords.
One of which stood out by the golden address plate with "Inuart" engraved on it, the former prince seemed to be doing pretty well for himself.
Time to greet an old friend...

 

[bluerocker]

Old Rail Yard Wanderer, Caim, Angelus, and Devon

Caim shrugged at Wanderer's question,

"Either kill him quickly or fix his hand. I'd rather not listen to him squeal as we walk away..."

At the sound of David's message over the rings, Angelus called for Devon over the rings as well, "Meet us at our location, I will be providing the three of you with a ride to the Chemical plant Doom is housed in. Also, Caim has informed me of your work in keeping the authorities off of our trail, my thanks."

After sending off her message, Angelus tapped her partner's shoulder and grabbed a mask....

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

[color=0E59E4]"Yup, I'm ready, Sadei."
"And I'm ready to kick some ass!"
"Patience, Toyotama, we need to plan before we get to ass kicking... Speaking of, Sadei, could you please become your bow form? And Garm, I'm going to need you to stay still, I'm going to cast a few buffs on you..."[/color]
[color=356D60]"We're going to engage the enemy, aren't we?"[/color]

Based on what was being gathered thus far from Surveillance and a selection of ring-based messages, the deal with Diabs had gone south with the Europeans, and finger-lasers were being deployed... Wait a second, finger lasers? Wasn't that Doom's hat? Oh, this wasn't good... however, there was still the matter of Rugal's communique to attend to, as Teri began to weave spells for herself and Garm, [color=0E59E4]"Welp, if David's message was anything to go by, Icarus is going to have more than a bit of backup. That and there are a couple things I"m taking into consideration here,
A: Kazuya already put Diabs on our shit list if we found him
B: He seems to be using some of Doctor Doom's tech
C: He just ended his previous business deal... Messily, which means he has a bunch of new cash added to his assets.

I think all of that speaks for itself. Myself, Garm and Dimitri are going to attempt a sneakier engagement, but we'd prefer the backup; Dad, Ells."[/color]

Teri has cast Shield of Faith and Frost Weapon! Frost Weapon gives Garm a deflection bonus, making it harder for him to be hit, and Frost Weapon has temporarily granted Sadei an icy damage type to any arrow fired from her.
[b]24 seconds till next 2nd level spell
24 seconds till next 1st level spell[/b]

This was punctuated by the release of the last of her current buffs, Garm was now covered in a shimmering barrier, and Sadei's bow form gained an ice-like sheen after having a drop a water placed on it. Afterwards, the Cleric shimmied her way on top of Garm's back and looked down at her Tablet, [color=0E59E4]"Dimitri, I need you to hijack his systems and drive them up the wall. Break communications, turn equipment against this dude, the works."[/color]
After giving the command, the mounted Cleric and wolf snuck to an entrance of the warehouse, and tried to make their way to a dark area and give a chance to strike....[footnote]To Rugal's less than happy surprise, he could see Teri making her way in on Aura sight alone...[/footnote]

Dimitri seemed to pause upon the command, looking to his master in hesitation before porting away to the security systems and unzipping the first three of his viruses:

PRINCIPALITY, OROCHI,

and

SEIRYU

in the system. With a smile, and the BARRET equipped, the AI looked to his three comrades and annouced, [color=3897E0]

"Let's get to work, friends."

[/color]

Los Angeles: VTOL: Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

The Cutie Bruisers clung to Slindis and Chris for dear life after being delivered from the very hostile situation; both of them whispering varying bits about their less than comfortable situation, [color=15650D][small]"She started a fight over consoles and PCs, and I don't know what that means!"[/small][/color]
[small]"We just wanted waffles and pancakes, but we got shot at!"[/small]
[color=15650D][small]"She acts like Mr. Caim on a bad day!"[/small][/color]
[small]"Then Mr. Ninja (Edge) and the Psychic Guy (Boss) showed up and we were okay!"[/small]

After another minute of spewing out their worries about being surrounded by shooting gang members and Katya, the Cuties calmed down and started talking back at a normal volume, [color=15650D]"Erm... well, this is Ms. Katya. I dunno much about her, but she was going to help us find Doctor Doom, until the gangsters attacked us."[/color]

Cadolbolg gave a wave to Edge and Boss as Ton Ton explained what happened, being familiar with a desciption of the two from tales his parents told him: "Kinda touchy about PC games, I think? I dunno what that was all about... Also, Hi there Mr. Ninja and Psychic Guy! It's been a while, huh? How'd you find where we were so quickly? With psychic stuff?"

Bookie's Hideout In the Skies - Angelus, Wanderer, Caim, Devon[footnote]If you want someone moved/on the ground, please let me know and I'll edit em. Otherwise, I'm assuming seating of Devon, Caim, Wanderer.[/footnote]

As Angelus winged over her way towards the Hideout, her keen eyes took note of the varying parties on the silos, and spoke over the rings, "How many of you have ranged projectiles? I have a bad feeling about those items they're sitting on... They look like explosive things I've shot before."

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

Furiae took a deep breath before pushing the call button at the gate, suddenly realizing how little she really wanted to be here. Even if she was about to prove her credentials as a Strider, deciding to walk into the turf of a man who had a very large impact on her life (for both good and ill... well, more on the ill) was something of a daunting task.

It's funny how that works. Not to long ago, she had been helping her friend stave off death without a blink of her eye, and now she's getting cold feet at talking to someone (even if that someone was the aforementioned important person). "Come on, Furiae, pull yourself together! You did NOT put yourself through all of Master's training, Hien's bull crap, and all the other stuff before getting to here to be a chicken! Just ring the stupid bell!"

After another moment of hesitation, Furiae pressed the bell, hearing a light little "ding dong" before she heard the man's voice over the speaker above the call button,

"Hello? I'm sorry if I sound a little rude, but I'm not taking any visitors right no-"

"It's me, Furiae."
There was a definite pause at the sound of her voice, and a simple,

"The door's open."

followed, as well as the opening of the gate and the front door.

Upon entering, Furiae saw that indeed, Inuart was living in a VERY nice house, with a large room to begin at the entrance. However, the man in question was actually dressed down [http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131027200212/drakengard/images/6/65/Iuvart.jpg], wearing something more akin to an outfit prior to practice rather than something a former noble would ever consider. None the less, Furiae could see that he looked healthy, if lacking a little sleep (at least, those LOOKED like dark circles under his eyes). However, she also saw Inuart's eyes travel up and down her form, almost as if he couldn't believe that she really WAS there in front of him. After that, he gave an awkward cough and asked hesitantly, "So... I can imagine you're not really here just for old time's sake? Forgive me for sounding rude, but we didn't exactly part on the best of terms."
Furiae would have flinched at being seen through so clearly, but the training she had received from Hiryu prevented any sort of outbursts like that; and she gave a weak smile instead, "Well, you're a little right. But, before it comes to that, I think we should talk a little bit. It has been some time after all.."

The bard gestured to a sitting room with a guarded expression, choosing to sit on a tall white lounging chair and leaving the much more spacious couch open for his guest. After seating herself, Furiae opened the floor again, "So... I've heard you've been making a name for yourself as a musician?"

Inuart gave a chuckle at the question and gestured to the room around them, "I certainly didn't get this place through mercenary work! I tried that once, and... I will put it lightly and say that life is not exactly what I'm the most cut out for. I guess this current position is a lore more suited for me..."
Furiae grimaced a little at Inuart's criticism of himself, recalling how often he used to get jealous of her brother's strength, and decided a new plan of approach, "Well, not everyone can sing and make a living off of it. Isn't better you're doing something you love rather than something you don't feel happy doing? To be honest, I was a little glad to hear that you were doing this sort of thing rather than fighting under another group's banner."

Inuart paused at that comment, looking down at his hands before answering, "I guess you are right about that... I...I did some thinking, after that incident at AIM. I realized that I wasn't necessarily the best I could be.. Both to you, and to my new friends. I mean, did I ever asked you what you wanted? For all I know, you were repulsed by me and what I have done-"
"Half true"
"Or the nasty business involving AIM and your brother probably hasn't helped either... Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm...Sorry. I'm trying to move beyond all that, but I can imagine if you want nothing to do with me after this. In fact, I'm surprised to see you now."

Furiae used every ounce of her princess training to not get up and smack Inuart in the face. After all he had put her through, did he honestly think that a "Sorry" and a half assed apology would be the end all decider for the tangled relationship they had? But no, a princess had to keep some decree of decorum about her, and Furiae still hadn't heard the question Kazuya wanted to ask, so she decided instead to respond, "...It's said that Hindsight is 20/20, but I think you're more than a little late to it. It would be an understatement of the century for me to say you've done me and my brother wrong. While a part of me is grateful that you were instrumental in bringing me back to life, other parts of me have to acknowledge the fact that it's come at a horrible price. Our homeland is gone, and we'll never be able to go back to it.

Sure, the four of us have managed to pick up some pieces in this new land, but we'll never have anything but our memories again.Not only that, but I still have to fight that rage inside of me that wants to tear everything apart. If it weren't for that serum Doctor Cortex has given me, I would be doing the same thing I did in our other world, and burning down everything with my Fury... And to top it all off, you DID hold me against my will, and never asked MY thoughts about your plans for the future. Just because I had stopped being the Goddess didn't mean I wanted to be the same woman I was before then. I am myself, completely and fully. And that self I am now wants to say that while I can tell you 'I forgive you' for what's happened, I won't forget it. That and I've no intention to return by your side...But I think you figured that part out already..."

 

[000Ronald]

Los Angeles: Apartments: Edge

Edge hobbled around for about a minute before giving up. The entire area had been evacuated. There was literally no one here.

If I'm lucky... Edge thought. Boss will get a lead and just whiff me over the-

Los Angeles: VTOL: Boss, Edge, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

-er.

"And just what were you doing?" Boss was sitting in one of the VTOL's, not far from where Edge was currently standing.

Edge heaved a great sigh and sat down. "No leads. And I got hit by a car. It was...very painful."

"Can't you teleport?" Boss asked.

Edge sighed again. "I could have..." he grumbled. "If I got some goddamn sleep before all this started."

Boss shrugged and leaned back. "We're headed to an old plant, I think. Doom is over there."

Edge nodded and leaned back, tipping his hat over his eyes. He wasn't actually going to go to sleep; there was going to be a fight in a couple minutes, and he needed to be in as good a form as he could possibly be. But he was certainly going to pretend to be asleep.

"Hi there Mr. Ninja and Psychic Guy!" Boss noticed the turtle-dragon-looking plushie waving to the two of them. "It's been a while, huh? How'd you find where we were so quickly? With psychic stuff?"

Boss looked over to Edge, who had already begun snoring. "No." Boss said, smiling. "I was kinda-sorta hiding in a car that happened to drive by and saw you guys. Thought I'd help out a bit. I'm Boss, by the way. Friends call me Boss" Boss gestured to his companion. "This is Edge." Edge snored loudly again. "I...guess he's asleep. He needed some rest anyway."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

LA: Inuart Mansion: Furiae, Inuart

While Furiae was having one of the most awkward conversations of her life, she was a bit glad to hear that it was about to come to an end as Kazuya finally got back to her.

[color=9F2B68]"Alright, We're set. Now ask him this: Does the name "Adel Bernstein" mean anything to you?"[/color]

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

 

[StormShaun]

Wanderer, Caim, Angelus, and Devon.
Location: In the Skies | Bookie's Hideout
Time: Afternoon.

During the time in the air, Wanderer looked down at his hands. His Doctor's coat was somewhat coloured crimson, the dried liquid mess concentrating on the sub-human's arms. "I can't believe tha-" Wanderer said out loud before swinging his head sideways and coughing in a violent motion. Forgetting about the rings, he began to talk over to the party. ("Ugh, bugs. On the topic of ranged projectiles, I have enough for any situation presented ... though ... ") He spoke as a large barrel stuck out, aimed at the scene.

("I should be able to kill those men, at least before they reach for the explosives.")
[sub][sub][sub]("Kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them!")[/sub][/sub][/sub]

Wanderer said over the hard-blowing wind, while a much smaller voice muttered in the background. For the darker side of Wanderer, was unsatisfied with the result of the dealer. Unconscious, robbed, lack of blood, but at least he was alive, even if he did not have an arm. Once more, he was alive, and even hooked up to a blood bag. All in the end though, Wanderer's nice side was dominant, even if he still took his patient's wallet.

In the present, he was looking through the scope, somewhat itching to pull the trigger. Yet remembering the type of ammo, he made sure to check it was not the explosive type.

Storm, and Azan. Feat. Violet/

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

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Location: Local 7-11 [http://www.phinneywood.com/images/7-11.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

With Azan completely dominating the gangsters, Storm was left in the aisle of the convenience story. After the shock wave hit, items on the shelving poured on him, denying him any conversation with the others on the phone. Throwing his hands up, he hoisted himself out of the big pile of store items. Annoyed at the circumstances, he placed his mouth to the phone. "Okay, we're under fire ... I believe that the ma- ... Storm was talking as his head turned the corner to check on their injured captive.

On the other side of the phone, Violent and Alpha only heard a tone of annoyance. "-n ... ah shit! Rubble is all over him. Oh God, look at his face ..." Is what they heard in the background of the call. In most of the time, Alpha was silent, mostly worrying for Storm. The came closer, "Yeah ... yeah, he's dead. Rubble crushed him. What should we do?!" Storm asked Violet, hoping that the others had found something.

Once more, on the opposite side of the phone, Storm had finished prodding the dead body, and his steps allowed him to step over, eventually rushing him outside, gun in hand. At the moment though, the Spartan was amazed at the giant Commander's strength.

Merlin, Shorn and Shaundi.
Location: White Crib | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

With The Crib in such high spirits, Merlin and Shorn were ready to drink in the atmosphere. Alas, thanks to Shaundi's orders, one low groan came from Merlin, and a unpleasant look came from the main Advisor. Nudging his partner in magic, Shorn began to drag Merlin to the morgue located underground. After all, these two still had a job to do. As Merlin walked like a zombie, Shorn was starting to walk down the steps while on his communication device.

Pierce, while he may be happy to be back home, a loud, important voice came from the West Wing.
"PIERCE ... GET YOUR ASS HERE!"
One way or another, the pain hasn't ended for Pierce.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

Name: David West
Age: [REDACTED]
Occupation: UNIT Special Envoy: Assigned to Rising Dawn (CO: Phoenix Richardson)
Income: 10'000USD.
Notes: Red dye in hair is actually from an incident in his youth involving Lead Paint.

Reviewing the information about the Sniper called David West, Kayta the laugh that threatened to bring attention to herself and the fact that she was d0xx1ng everyone aboard the VTOL. The suppressed laugh wasn't due to the Lead Paint incident that turned the Irish Sniper's hair that particular shade of rouge but rather the fact that UNIT was paying David less that slave wages. A couple of jabs to her Smart Phone later, she had managed to hack into Phoenix Richardson's UNIT email account.

TO: [email protected]
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: Salary Error

To Whom it May Concern,

It has come to my attention that Operative David West's salary is grossly below minimum standard payment practices for UNIT agents.  Please correct his salary ASAP and wire back wages to his account.  Lord knows what might happen if Operative West finds out that he's been shorted 5,000,000 USD over the course of his enlistment.

Sincerely,

Phoenix Richardson

Chuckling to herself, Katya spent the next 5 minutes monitoring the flurry of activity within the ranks of UNIT's accounting battalion as they checked, double checked and triple checked their numbers before wiring $5,123,192 to David West's banking account, of which the H@xxx0r siphoned of 10%.

Looking out the side of the VTOL, the young woman could tell that they were close to their target destination, not via GPS navigation or anything of the sort, she just had to notice the gang bangers lounging around with their rifles slung over their shoulders as they lazily walked their assigned patrol routes.

As much as going through the front door interested Katya, since her Nano-Agents were getting rather hungry, she suspected that her "traveling companions" would try to avoid that route at all costs give the comments she overheard from the c00ti3br00zerz and Sniper West's hesitance to kill the attacking c0ns0l3-t@rds at Roscoe's.

Looking at the unconscious Wi-U loving Gang Leader, Katya had an idea as she coaxed a small ball of her Nano-Agents into the palm of her hand and let it ooze into the man's ear canal. If she got the programming right, she would be able to use the man to get the group straight through the front doors without an issue.

Spoiler: Diablo1099

Katya is attempting to use her nano-agents to control the Gangleader's body in order to provide the group with a way in through the front door and through the facility without raising an alarms. If she's unsuccessful his head should explode. Up to you.

 

[Ramien Grey]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

Chris hugged the two children tightly while they calmed down, her own color returning after she'd paled from seeing what trouble they're in. "I'm... glad you two are all right, at least." She smiled a bit shakily as she looked the two over, making sure there were no scrapes or bruises that might have gotten missed in the action. Once she was assured her friends were unharmed, she looked at the newcomer, her head tilted and brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the girl's speech.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to examine the girl's head a bit more without coming over and prodding at the odd-talking person's skull. She was obviously too young to have a stroke, but perhaps there was some damage to her head that might explain why she was talking something that sounded almost like English, but not quite, something very confusing to the non-native speaker. "P-pardon me, miss... Katya?" She shook her head slightly, being reminded of another friend she'd had with the same name, but there was no chance of this being another duplicate like Slindis. "Are you... feeling all right?"

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Los Angeles: Industrial Area (VTOL) : Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

"P-pardon me, miss... Katya?" Said a concerned if not slightly anxious voice from the right of where the Red Haired Hacker was seated, "Are you... feeling all right?"

Looking at the source of the voice, Young Miss Rostikova realized that one of the women that she had mistaken as cosplayers was addressing her. From the way she was dressed up, Katya recognized her as a drow or dark elf but the makeup job was so incredibly intricate that the girl found it impossible to tell where flesh ended and the makeup started, even when using enhanced vision.

"Sur3 1'm f1n3, y d0 j00 @sk? By t3h w@y I luv j00r 0utf1t! J00 must h@v3 sp3nt @ l0ng t1m3 w0rk1ng 0n 1t! #amazeballz!" Katya exclaimed, even then B3WP's sensors gave a warning.

"Young Miss, I've detected genetic anomalies in two of the humanoids, the females that you described as 'cosplayers.'"

B3WP stated flatly, as if there was any other way that he stated things since emotion was obviously not one of his characteristics,

"Calculating the amount of genetic variation, you are looking at a totally different species than Homo Sapiens."

Now before you go asking how it was that B3WP was able to check the genomes of each and every one of the passengers on the VTOL, tiny specks of spit exhausted from your mouth during speech. It's totally a thing.

"S0 wut j00r s@y1ing 1s sh3'z n0 c0spl@y3r and the c00ti3br00z3rz rn't dr0n3z?" Katya said, suddenly feeling a little faint, "th3y'r3 r3@lly dr0wz and dr@gonz? #WTF!"

Looking back at Chris, the young hacker forced a smile, though anyone with a brain could see that she had tensed up and appeared to be nervous, the blood draining from her face. What in the hell did she get herself into?

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

Gah, wish there was more shades of purple...
Merlin, Shorn, [color=66023C]Pierce Washington[/color], [color=DF73FF]Shaundi[/color] and The President
Location: White Crib | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

After their exchange with the former hippy girl, they watched as she paused for a moment as she stared a blonde Russian looking man with a pair of headphones listening to some music.
In her displeasure, she ended up taking the headphones and the Ipod they were connected to.
~"Wwwwwwwwwwwwwwhere Has Everybody Gon--SMASH! went the player as it hit the ground before a violent curb stomp completely wrecked it.
[color=DF73FF]"One of the most serious breaches of security in the history of the White House and you are listening to this 80's crap!? Get your fucking shit together!"[/color] Shaundi shouted at him before motioning for him and a few others to follow her.
"HEY! THAT WAS THE PRETENDERS!...*****..." He whined before following her, looking rather annoyed.

Before long, the duo were at the morgue, though it should be noted that, for all the benefit of the current Administration's changes to the White Crib, having a morgue in the basement was one of the more questionable ones.
Either way, they came in to see the crew of reporters/terrorist kidnappers being examined.
Thankfully for them, they didn't need to get their hands dirty as one of the examiners gave them a report detailing their results:

-The 3 detained subjects were killed by a remote explosive device embedded into their right eye socket. The detonation of which killed them instantly. We were able to determine that they were remotely activated, though we were unable to tell from where or by whom.

-One of the subjects died though blunt force trauma to the skull upon falling out of the Director's car and onto the tarmac during the chase.
We found another device in his right eye as well, though the impact has damaged it beyond repair and hindered our attempts to extract it intact for research. At best, we can determine that it seemed to be a standardized design. Possibly mass produced.

-All subjects were notable objectors to the Administration's political actions. Not professional soldiers. This leads us to believe that they were cohered into action via the devices

So...Not only could there be countless slaves out there forced to act against the President, but they could all be killed with a button press before they could reveal anything or even cry for help.

That is so uncool...

Meanwhile, Pierce was wishing he was back in that trunk right about now as he was making his way to his Boss to explain how he needed to be saved in the first place.
Having gotten a few stitches in place and a new suit (As well as his trademark Fedora (Goddamnit Pierce)), The Director began to make his way into the oval office.
[color=66023C]"Yo....H-Hey boss...I MEA-*Ahem* Mr. President...What's cracking?..."[/color] He asked the president as he braced for he worst.

 

[bluecrimson]

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

Ella had heard the conversation as well with some focused listening and gripped the shaft of her shortspear again as she landed near Rugal. "Looks like we're going as the spearhead, then. Let me know if you need me to fly you in, otherwise I'll be skewering the ones you miss. Sound good?" It seemed that she either didn't know that Teri had snuck in, or that she knew and had at least a bit of faith in Garm to back her up.

And with that, she stepped in and stayed grounded, keeping an ear out for any sudden movements. If he has lasers, it might not be a good idea to make a target of myself until the time's right. She also gathered her focus, readying her body for some more extraordinary techniques in there.

Ella readies Maneuvers [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.101127-The-Escapist-Avatar-Adventure-An-Open-RP-Now-Re-Opened?page=782#20444793] 1, 5, 9, 10, 12, 14, 15, and 16

And Sadei did her best to stay as focused as possible in er bow form, getting enough information from the context to know that she'd need to be on the top of her game. [color=b05fe9]"Could you tell Garm to try not to worry? It helps me feel a bit easier if we try not to think of what might happen if we mess this up, you know..."[/color] Her nervous energy trembled through the bow, and the icy spell seemed geared to have her focus more.

Los Angeles: VTOL: Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

Slindis was a bit off-put from the confusing woman's words, then after some time to decipher them she hesitantly responded to her in a rather focused manner. [color=c200]"With all that's going on here you're worrying about who your allies are? I mean, I understand but I'd think we would need to pick our priorities a bit better."[/color] She also offered an arm to Ton-Ton if he wished to jump over, knowing that he probably needed a hug and that this Chris was already disoriented enough.

After giving a moment for the Tonberry to make up his mind, SLindis looked to the unlikely ally and spoke with a bit more confidence. [color=c200]"Name's Slindis, and if you're not an enemy we'll gladly take you for a friend. Just... try to be less confusing? Something about how you talk is sending my frontal lobe into a tumble..."[/color] She also rubbed her forehead again, then looked to David in hopes that they'd find a way to get to the bottom of this soon.

Bookie's Hideout In the Skies - Angelus, Wanderer, Caim, Devon

As Devon sat on Angelus's back, she replied to the Wanderer's grateful smile from earlier. [color=00c863]"I thought we'd have been better off with saving our resources... it certainly helped all of us along, didn't it?"[/color] She also seemed to be musing, then gained a faint glean in her eyes as she looked down at the people below. If they couldn't use fire, they would have to take the fight to them...

With that, she muttered a few arcane words under her breath before flipping a coin and catching it. [color=00c863]I must be crazy to do this... then again, I was running off luck in the Depot. Here goes nothing.[/color]

Devon Casts Improvisation, gaining a pool of luck she can use on saves, skills, and attacks! Six seconds until her next level 1 spell

And on what she deemed to be a close enough circling by Angelus, the bard crouched and grasped her blade by the grip with her right hand before jumping off the dragon and onto the rooftop below, drawing her blade as she did so. Her goal? Her blade through the rocket man's gut.

Devon additionally uses half of the pool of luck in Jump and Tumble to ensure she doesn't kill herself from the fall, and uses her Human Versatility boost for that last added edge in the landing (boosts left: 4).

 

[bluecrimson]

[color=9F2B68]Kazuya[/color] | G-Corp workers | Melethia
Location: Currently occupied Hanger | Rising Dawn.

Melethia shrugged as she took a seat in a nearby chair hiding a chuckle as the G-Corp members ran and tried to repair the damage. "Well, Kaz, still pretty impressive. That does look like it hurt ya a lot, after all." SHe still seemed rather carefree, knowing she was mainly staying on the ship until a better time for her to use her skills was called for and noticed the glances. With that, she juggled the keen dagger in one hand as she thought about what he was trying to ask then replied in confusion.

"Well, not really. I mean, unless you wanna count thinkin' outside the box and knowin' the angle to toss this dagger so as to cut both of ya shoelaces in one motion without nickin' the skin. And why do ya keep lookin' at my back?" As a whole, she seemed rather unconcerned about the implication for some reason or another.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant (Chemical Plant Zone): Anyone currently there

Devon's rather silly move had near instant results as her fall was broken by what felt like several feet of fat as her blade sank into the flesh of the napping gangster, causing to gasp as he was violently awakened by the sword currently impaling his digestive system.
For a brief moment, he just stared at her, mostly in disbelief unti-
*WHAM!*
The Bard was struck right in the jaw by a massive right hook, knocking her off the man with her blade still very much embedded in his fat.
This allowed the RPG man to then attempt to pull the sword out of his belly, only to instead go limp and go into a much longer sleep.
However, her Assassin's Creed-style assassination didn't go un-noticed to the snipers (Nor did the massive fucking dragon in the sky) as 2 of them began taking pot shots at Angelus, aiming for thinner material of her wings rather then center mass, while 1 went for the remaining passengers on her back.
The last one then began to train his sights on Devon...

Meanwhile, the VTOL was in position for everyone on board to get out and into the battle as David responded to Katya's sudden freak out about how the Drows were actually Drows.
"Yeah, And I once visited the Grim Reaper at his Hell Condo once, Shit is weird, deal with it! Now get ready to deploy! And for fucks sake, let the guy go! Who cares what games console he likes!" He said as the VTOL hovered outside the front entrance of the plant, the Wii-O fan being dumped out the back as he ran screaming from all the crazy people.
"By the way, Chris, you can stay in here if you want. I know that getting shot at ain't really something your fond of. Same goes for Ms. Snapchat (Katya), Figure these guys aren't going to like you too much after that shit you pulled back there...
...
...Also, what is your name? Feel like I should have asked that first...Oh fuck it, you can tell me when we get back."
The second the doors opened, David began to lay down suppressing fire at the entrenched gunmen with his rifle to prevent them from firing back, giving the crew inside enough time to get on the ground and moving.
"GO! GO! GO! I'M A WALKING CLICHE!" He shouted as opened fire on the gangsters.

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus?, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Diabs

Dimitri Hack: Plasma Beam offline

When the lasers went off, Rugal instantly knew what he was dealing with and took cover.
"Oh, of course he could have to take THAT one..." He grumbled, that attack was so terrible for friendly fire if he remembered correctly.
"Alright, I see your point. Me and Ella are up top, we'll strike from above." He sent over the rings as watched her Aura move around Diabs flank.
That's my girl... he thought as he went though the vent and began to make his way along the rafters above, being careful about this footing as the laser attack made quite a few holes.

Diabs didn't notice the group at first as he quickly made his way over the still warm bodies of his former business partners and began to shove the contents of their suitcases into a bag.
"200...300...Oh man, 500! Might as well fucking print this shit myself!" He chuckled until he heard some creaking metal over head, Causing Rugal to mentally curse himself before Diabs looked up.
"What the fu-" He remarked before instinctively bringing his hand up to blast him, only to get some sparks instead as Dimitri began his unseen assault on his weapon systems.
Groaning, he instead sprayed the rafters with bullets from his Auto pistol, not really going much to Rugal but forcing him to jump down before he could get in range, as well as bringing what appeared to be some winged lady (Ella) to his attention
"Oh, you think you're a sneaky ************, huh?! Suck it!" He then said before pulling open his jacket right as a series of 8 bottle sized missiles flew out and began to make their way towards her.

Prioritizing getting paid over proper combat, The gangster then pulled the bag over his shoulder before attempting to make a run for it, only to realize he was running straight towards a HUGE fucking dog that seemed to glow and shit, as well as someone on top of it.
"WHAT THE!? FUCK! SHIELD!" He panicked before instinctively firing up a protective field that yanked bits of concrete from the ground before orbiting them around him.
Once it was up, he fired a quick burst from his pistol again as he began to look for a escape route that didn't have a massive fucking dog in the way, nearly tripping over himself as he did.

Dimitri meanwhile was noticing some strong resistance from the weapon's systems, they were clearly designed to counteract such hacking but his trio could easily keep knocking vital systems offline.
However, he then noticed that the local shipping cranes were on the network, allowing him to move around shipping containers, as well as one of the local forklifts if he felt like some vehicular homicide.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Los Angeles: Industrial Area (VTOL) : Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

For someone who had gone through the same feelings of #WTF?! as the Crimson Haired H@xxx0r, the Irish Sniper's respond was surprisingly cold as he seemed to dismiss Katya's surprise at finding herself in the situation that she found herself. All the data that she had collected from the net regarding the Rising Dawn did very little to prepare her for the reality of things, especially when you consider that a majority of the information that the young woman had sifted through appeared to be wild speculation. For instance, how could anyone consider the reality of a Dragon being a member of the Rising Dawn, the concept was too outrageous to be taken into consideration and yet, as Katya looked out the open door of the VTOL, there was a dragon in the sky.

"... I know that getting shot at ain't really something your fond of. Same goes for Ms. Snapchat (Katya), Figure these guys aren't going to like you too much after that shit you pulled back there...
...
...Also, what is your name? Feel like I should have asked that first...Oh fuck it, you can tell me when we get back."

The comment brought Kat's attention back to the situation at hand. Despite the absurdity of the situation, being suddenly brought into the middle of a firefight was like bringing the young woman back to something familiar, strangely enough. Plus, the nano-agents were getting hungry.

"L1K3 H311 j00r l3@v1ng m3 b3h1nd!" Katya yelled after the deployed David West before turning to Slindis, "wut evz, 1'm n0t w0rr13d ab0ut j00 guyz, 1t'z juz w31rd t0 th1nk th@t t3h rum0rz w3r3 4 r3alz."

"WUZ UP H8T3RZ!" Kat yelled as she landed on the black top, looking for a target to vent herself upon.

"Little Miss, I suggest that we handle the snipers.  Their elevated positions give them a tactical advantage."

B3WP droned as he activated Katya's tactical displays and highlighted the snipers taking potshots at the dragon in the sky.

"'K@y!" The young woman said as she pulled out Hate, her pistol painted with ripped hearts as she started towards the top of the Chem Plant, her enhanced speed making short work of the vertical distance.

It should go without saying that the 18 year old girl wasn't an experienced marksman as she didn't have must practice with the firearms. But she didn't need to be the quickness of her climb to one of the snipers took him by surprise when he felt Hate's barrel pressed against the back of his head.

"K@y by3z!" Katya said, pulling the trigger.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Storm, and Azan. Feat. Violet/

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

.
Location: Local 7-11 [http://www.phinneywood.com/images/7-11.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

"....Ah...Well....ummmm...." Violet mumbled as he got word that the target had in fact died.
"...Right, well, I guess the only thing you can do is-" He then went to speak before got an alert.
"Oh, what's this?....A-ha! We got a positive fix on Doom it seems, I'm sending the coordinates now. They seem to be holded up in an Chemical plant on the other side of town. Get a car and make your way over there before you miss out on all the fun."

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

[color=9F2B68]Kazuya[/color] | G-Corp workers | Melethia
Location: Currently occupied Hanger | Rising Dawn.

[color=9F2B68]"Hm...Work with your..."Father" long enough, pain quickly becomes the last thing your mind..."[/color] Kazuya replied as he finished applying his bandages on his hand, clearly wincing when he tried to flex his fingers.
While he knew that Melethia was more a soldier then anything else, it was still a little jarring to see how childish she was about it in the process.
"-And why do ya keep lookin' at my back?"
[color=9F2B68]"Just watching my own..."[/color] He cryptically answered before he began to make his way back to his command center, getting status updates on both the hunt for Doom and his other operations.
Even as he was walking away, Melethia could get the feeling that Kazuya would be keeping a close eye on her...

 

[Derek Whitmore]

Remus stood before the portal, his cloak blowing with the power current that sprang forth from the cosmic rift. Beyond his stone tower the earth was barren and destroyed. For years he had searched the world, but not a single living thing remained. He was all alone in his world - the last life form in existence.

Beyond the rift was the man who did this. For a week the black-clad man had pored over his old mentor's notes, trying to unlock the secrets of the planes. And now, finally, he was here. He would slay his old master, the man whom he had called his friend, and avenge the countless thousands of his home.

From his belt hung the death-black feathers he had taken from the dark angel's rotting wings. The scars upon his forearm from the demon's razor-sharp teeth were as much a trophy of his battle as the feathers, and he wore them with pride. The skin around them had turned black, and the veins of his right arm were a grisly sight.

A smell permeated the room, coming from the rift. The smell of life, of grass, of trees. It was something Remus had forgotten, having been gone for so long - first in the low realm, a barren, forgotten place; and then in this realm, his own realm. Remus tried not to think of the charred, blackened bones of his father, his sister, his mother, lying somewhere out in the wastes. He only hoped the carrion birds had died out before they'd had a chance to pick their bones clean.

Before he stepped through the portal, Gallow placed all of his energy into a metal ball the size of his fist - all except the very minimum he would need to survive the journey to another realm - and dropped the ball. The ball had taken but an hour to make, but countless hours with his mentor's notes do learn how. He was instantly weak - the ball felt heavier in his hands now, and he dropped it to the ground. He felt his life force leave his body, and he gasped. With the remainder of his strength, he leaped through the rift, leaving his home forever.

A few minutes after he left his home realm the metal ball detonated. The first thing to go was the stone tower, the stones disintegrating in the immense, unbelievable heat of the explosion. Then the sands of the wastes disintegrated, followed by the rocks, the water, the earth's crust - layer after layer of his world disintegrating into nothing. The core of the earth erupted into dust and, just like that, the earth was silenced. The stars and planets of the cosmos were extinguished, one by one, along with the empty void between the space-dust - space itself. The fabric of reality began to unravel, the cosmic strings that were once woven together so intricately.

The universe began with an almighty bang, and it ended with one just as big. The universe achieved perfect symmetry, and then it was no more.

*****

Remus fell upon the grass of a new realm. He had only seconds to rejoice in the feeling of nature against his skin before the void rose up to embrace him. He was out of energy, and the blackness took him. Time passed. The nightmares that had plagued him since his emergence from the low plane came once again - the dark angel's wicked smile, the rows of razor-sharp, jagged teeth. The hatred and malice in the demon's eyes, despite the angelic form. In this dream Kiarnon appeared to him, the demon-dog from the plane of spires. His eyes burned black, and his voice drifted to him once again: 'bow down and worship me, reaver, and I shall let you serve me in blessed hellfire for all eternity'.

The rotting carcass from the sands of eternity; the hollowed-out, fleshy shell of some long-dead horror that should never have existed. He had slept in that carcass that night, beneath folds of rotting flesh. 'twas a sick thought that that one night, surrounded by death, was more bearable than the days he spent in the plane of spires surrounded by living filth.

Days later he awoke. He ripped the cork from his waterskin and drank deeply of the cool liquid - the last remnant of his homeworld. He breathed deeply, savouring the scent of life, and ate from his meagre provisions - some stale bread and aged wine his master had been keeping along with a wedge of cheese that had been fermenting in the cellar. The wind blowing across the strange place he now sat in - a city somewhere? - cooled the sheen of perspiration that coated him and chilled him to the bone. He was in an alley of some sort. With a groan he forced himself to his feet. He needed to find resources. Then - and only then - would he think of what top do next.

 

[Kalastryn]

Spoiler: ARES UNIT 35

Name: They are designated as ARES 35, since they are/were more of a weapon than a person to most eyes. Likely will change later.

Age: 20

Race: Sentient Construct.

Origin: An alternate, post apocalyptic earth. The setting of Firefall.

Title: Humanoid Artillery.

Clothing: Does not so much wear clothing as metal armors depending on which battleframe (see below) that they are using at the current time.

Appearance: Mistaking them for a human being would be quite understandable. Two arms and legs, one head, no extra appendages of course. In fact, being made of a bio-steel hybrid material gives them quite a human appearance.

Weapons: Calling them a humanoid artillery is certainly a way of putting it. As they essentially have the ability to "summon" the primary weapon of whichever battleframe (again, just a bit further down) they are using.

Powers: Calling them a humanoid artillery or mobile armory are terms both oft used, due to their battleframe types and abilities.

Spoiler: Assault

-primary weapon: Fusion cannon. A sort of energy explosive launcher. Basically a cannon that fires an explosive laser cannonball. Has a small blast radius and a less serious burn if not charged.

As they hold the trigger before releasing up to 5 seconds later for maximum firepower, the blast radius goes from about 3 to 15 feet in diameter, and packs one hell of a wallop if you get hit directly. One game of dodgeball you don't want to play.

-Abilities-

-Afterburners: Overcharges the propulsion jets under the battleframe's footing for an enormous boost in either forward movement or a very large boosted jump upwards.

-Disruption: A wave of electrical energy surges in front of 35 in a long blast, causing each object or person effected to become a conduit for the electrical energy they've been struck with. Utilizing this, the electrical energy will repeatedly loop and shock again among multiple targets if they are not separated far away enough to disconnect.

-Crater: Used from a height higher than the target, will rapidly gain a great amount of downward momentum as they charge an energy blast to detonate upon impact with the ground. This is of course, more devastating the longer the distance to the ground is.

Spoiler: dreadnaught

-Primary weapon: Minigun. If you've ever seen the heavy in team fortress 2, this will ring some bells. A very large machine gun takes a second to spin up before firing of course, but the Miniguns Ares teams are equipped with can, while not preparing to fire or firing, deploy an energy shield out about 1/2 a foot from the front of the barrel. It's about 6 feet in a circular diameter. The downside is that it cannot both deploy a shield and fire at the same time, and if the shield is either overpowered and penetrated, or released, it takes about 15 seconds to be able to deploy it again.

-Abilities-

-Repulsion Blast: A burst of energy shoots out of the dreadnaught frame in all directions, for a radius of about 10 feet. Anything unsecured to the ground or another surface in the radius of this blast is sent flying in an equal and opposite direction from 35. The blast is not itself more damaging than the equivalent of basically a giant punch, but it definitely hurt to hit a wall. This also makes it a bad idea to fight them in this battleframe at a far distance from the ground.

-Turret mode: The dreadnaught armor engages a turret mode which essentially plants it's feet into the ground, becoming immovable and removing any risk of recoiling from an impact from a strong force. Also applies a medium radius forcefield around them, which can be move through and shot out of freely, but blocks physical projectiles from entering.
It's certainly not invincible however, and much like the shield from the minigun itself, can be powered through. Also, 35 during this stage can only turn in about a 180 degree side to side angle. So getting the drop on them from behind is fairly easy.

-Armor up: Temporarily coats their armor in a reflective plating, causing bullets to ricochet off at an an equal and opposite angle to the way they impacted their armor.

Spoiler: Engineer

Primary weapon: Tesla Rifle. The Tesla rifle is essentially able to fire one of two types of energy beam. One of which is a very HIGH voltage beam of electricity. The other, is somewhat the opposite. It can either sap electricity from mechanical devices, or serve as a sort of repairing beam, restoring integrity to metal surfaces and devices.

-abilities-

-Turret Capsules: Fires out a capsule no larger than a tylenol pill in it's size and shape, but upon impact with a solid surface, roots into the ground and deploys a small, almost model sized gun. It doesn't fire on it's own until someone is struck with a shot from the tesla rifle, at which point it homes in and starts firing like a magnum. There can only be about 2 of them out and functional at one time, and they self destruct after about 30 seconds.

-Magnetic Bulwark: For about 20 seconds, 35 emits a polarized magnetic field, which would slow and repel metallic objects that try to travel through it.

-Jamming Station: Much like the turret capsules, it's another deployable object that jams radio communications and emits an electric field near where it lands in a roughly 15 foot area (for the electic field) and 60 feet (for interfering with radio waves)

Spoiler: Recon

Primary weapon: Laser sniper rifle. Has an adjustable scope and charges much like the assaults plasma cannon for potency. Due to not using physical projectiles, aiming is easy enough what with not having to factor in gravity or wind conditions.

-Abilities-

-Cloaking: After a long period of little movement from their current position, the recon frame kicks in a cloaking device that would create a very translucent effect to anyone looking in their direction, causing most, but not all, light to pass through them unhindered. While this does render them nearly invisible, there is a slight distortion effect that is easily visible from close up, and heat tracking and radar will still respond normally. It can be forced to activate, but doing so consumes all of the remaining energy in ARES' jet reserves, rendering them grounded momentarily, and is far more temporary as it would only last a maximum of one minute if forced.

-Cryo Capsule: Throws a small grenade that doesn't so much explode in fire as it does in jagged shards of ice, also coating the ground in a slick sheet for a short duration.

-S.I.N. beacon: A rather tiny, barely visible sensor that can be used by 35 as a tracking device due to their robotic body, connecting to it like an internet router and bug which would allow for a sort of GPS link to whatever object or person it was stuck too, and provide leeching on nearby radio waves from nearby cell phones, etc... basically a GPS tracker and wiretap rolled into one.

Spoiler: Biotech

Primary weapon: Bio Crossbow. A crossbow that shoots bolts or needles which can be automatically coated in a selection of poisons or medications.

-Abilities-

-Healing Generator: Basically think of it as Teri's healing aura in an immobile deployed area.

-Healing Wave: A burst of energy directed forwards in a 90 degree cone that temporarily speeds up the human immune system by a decent rate, allowing for a quick regeneration from wounds and a cleansing of natural diseases.

-Miasma: Have to be able to defend yourself somehow right? A cloud of noxious toxins billows out of the Bioframe's cooling vents. Best hold your breath, it can either be a knockout gas, or the aforementioned poisonous gas.

-Each of the above frames is equipped with a pair of propulsion jets in the feet, which are certainly stable, but don't last long, and require a brief period between uses to recharge off of kinetic energy.

-Energy Shaping: While close quarters is not a specialty of 35's, this lets such an encounter remain an option across all frames. Energy also used to power their propulsion jets can also be streamed out of their hands into a blade-like shape.

-Weaknesses: Each of the battleframes above are powerful in their own rights. Could you imagine if they were all put together? Well, apparently their manufacturers couldn't, and no abilities are compatible with frames other than that to which they belong. 35 cannot, for example, begin to use Miasma while in the Dreadnaught form. They're AI is also programmed with a likened flaw to their primary weapons of each frame, locking out handling info for their other battleframe's equipment from each other.

-Of course, through a method known as Arcfolding, they can switch between these battleframes on the fly. ... if you count "on the fly" as being a term applicable to a 5-10 minute wait time in which they reconstruct and therefore, cannot move. Arcfolding of course has it's upside though, in that whilst reconstructing, their weapon also reconstructs also, converting into whichever specific weapon is necessary. Excess metal is shrunk and stored inside itself.

-35 happens to be made of a specific type of metal. You see, the mineral which made the manufacturing of battleframes, Crystite, tends to infuse itself into other minerals and ores. 35 is made of Biosteel, essentially a living metal. Now this is great, as they aren't susceptible to poisons and diseases. Except... they sink like a rock. Deep pools of water can be a deadly endeavor to trek through, especially without a clear way to climb back up, since swimming isn't much of an option.

-Backstory: 35 comes from a post apocalyptic alternate future in which a multideminsional storm known as "The Melding" Has enveloped the majority of Planet earth. The ARES initiative started as a group of Mercenaries, a subdivision of the Accord, the governing military against the alien populace from the melding they are at war with. Even with essentially two armies at their behest, humanities hope was slim due to a lack of manpower to actually go and fight, as well as the Melding itself being deadly to even attempt to enter. From this issue, Human beings, as we often do, rose to create a solution. Using robotics, and AI manufactured to be as sentient as us in intelligence, emotion, and personality, the ARES Humanoid Artillery Units were created to bolster the line. They do their job well, but as humans do, they do as well. They care, and think, and desire to learn. So 35 entered the melding, and instead of dying, was thrown across dimensions... landing in a familiar place to us...

From the moment 35 was assembled, free thought wasn't much of an option. To most, them and the other ARES units were weapons themselves, little more than guns carrying guns, in a sense. So when their dropship went down en route to the next melding pocket to defend, who could say they'd be missed? The sound of an erupting engine and impact with the earth below, as well as the crackling of flames were the last thing they remembered before passing out. In what seemed like merely seconds before their eyes opened, though they had no way of telling just how long it had taken, they found themselves outside, in some city that looked so out of place to her usual surroundings. Or was it she who was out of place there? How did she even get there? Was she even here at all, in reality? Is this what it's like to dream?

These thoughts and more flooded through 35's mind, and for the first time, it actually felt like they possessed one of their own.

Questions boiled up more and more, but was interrupted when she heard gunfire nearby.[footnote] Thanks to Katya. [/footnote] There wasn't really much point in asking such questions when someone was likely shot. Seeing as how they were already in their assault frame, it would not take long to arrive. and of course, one mustn't forget to bring the proper utilities to a gunfight.

Spoiler: In the words of the heavy from team fortress two.

"and this... is my weapon."

 

[Orinon]

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

As the shield of floating stones swirled around Diabs, he prepared to fight a giant wolf but likely wasn't expecting a raven-like teenager to have been following him and he likely was very surprised when the heavy weight of Icarus plummeting down on a drop kick the weight of his body, chain-mail, the height of his fall and acceleration. The Change in momentum transferred to Diabs creating some nasty G-force. The resulting hit was enough to stagger, and even knock him over. Icarus opened his wings and hopped away, taking to the air a few sparks danced across his fingers.
"OK Mr. Big shot I hope you got some serious shock protection on those gadgets of your or I'm gonna overload their circuitry." he announced glaring at the man he had knocked to the ground. a lot of black lightning gathered along his finger tips ready to let loose.

 

[StormShaun]

Sorry for being so late with this.

Storm, and Azan. Feat. Violet/

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

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Location: Local 7-11 [http://www.phinneywood.com/images/7-11.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

Stepping out of the convenience store in a fast walk, Storm's looked behind with concern. Looking back forward, he could see the scene of Azan. His stance turned cautious, steps slowing down, trigger-fingers flinching, and eyes scanning all around him. The only sound he could hear was from the crumbling store behind. The phone was held up once more to his ears. Nodding towards the new information, Storm felt he should be angry, but his mind was more concerned with the local armed forces turning up.

"Loud and clear. Me and the hulking suit of armour will arrive soon." He said quietly, arm still holding itself up, and pointing around the dust cloud surrounding. Before he could shut the phone off, a few words came through. "

[color=nvayblue]Be careful, please[/color]

." A quiet feminine voice called. A smile appeared on Storm's face. Nodding quickly the Spartan spoke. "You too." He said, ending the phone call. Receiving the coordinates, Storm began to yell Azan's name, hoping that he would find the man, and hurry to the battle scene.

Lone Wanderer, Devon, Caim, Angelus, and the VTOL group.
Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant (Chemical Plant Zone)

Giving a small hi-tuned whistle, Wanderer stared at Devon who dove down to the target building. "Now that takes guts" He said, forgetting all about the enemy snipers and his own job. A small wry smile fitted on the wanderer's face. "Oooh. Unfortunate" He muttered at Devon's fate. Suddenly the retaliation of the enemy began. Pairs of shots began to wiz by ears and limbs. Still sticking out his Anti-material rifle scope, it was struck by one of the sniper's shots.

With the lack of tensed grip and attention, Wanderer was thrown off balance. His body began to twist of Angelus' back. Quickly falling off, Wanderer reached out his hand, yet only smooth scales tried his grasp. Failing, the whole body of Wanderer fell off the dragon. "No, no, no, no!" He yelled out, desperate to not arrive at the battle like this. Dropping from the air, he followed the feminine author's steps, except with no magic.

Feeling the blade-like air going by his face, hands, and ears, Wanderer immediately stretched out his limbs, hoping air resistance would kick in. Still gripping onto his gun, he quickly placed it inside the Doctor coat, switching it with a bigger, wider object. It was the jetpack he stole back at a 'rogue' US base. ("I should thank Deadshot for this ... ... naaaaaaah.") He thought, immediately pressing the button for the machine.

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...

"Huh? It ain't workin'." Wanderer said, surprise plastered all over his face. In with relation to the fall, Wanderer was beginning to see individual leaves on the trees. Multiple presses were had, no dice. In this stage, Wanderer was praying, his hands pressing the on button hundreds of times. Finally hearing the clicking and igniting of the engine, Wanderer began cry out happiness. "Aha ... haha ... ahahahahaha!" He laughed, thinking that God has sided with him.

Yet not being conscious of his whole environment, Wanderer actually have not equipped the jetpack at all, he was only holding it. Luck was not on his side today. With a burst of speed, the Wanderer began to fly through the air, like a firefly attached to a rocket. Screams being muted by gunfire, the fly-like Wanderer was finally heading towards to a good target, a nice sniper who would provide wonderful relief from this hell ride.

Spoiler: Meanwhile ...

50 Shades of Saint.
Merlin, and Shorn.
Location: Morgue | White Crib | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

"A cheap trick." Shorn said, his hand touching the most intact remains. The two were completely silent for a time. "And there could be more, they could be positioned anywhere." Merlin said, breaking the silence. Yet this new idea made the main Advisor think. If these reporters could be taken, operated on, and held hostage under some control, this could be applied to anyone. "I have a bad feeling, quickly, to The President, he must know, we must have defenses in place!" Shorn raised his voice, a rush of danger was created in his mind.

Quickly excusing the mortician, the two were off once again.
Hoping that they were wrong, and that nobody close to the personnel of the Crib were touched.
After all, such bombs can do much more damage, if they were bigger.



Oval Office: Pierce, Mr. President.

When The President came back from the live show, his suit was covered with cake. Jon Stewart surprised The President with a surprise guest, Stephen Colbert, a friend and rival to Jon. After a bombardment of personal and professional questions, a shirtless photo-shoot with the American flag, and a cake eating contest, that was the end. So right now, he had a large bottle of green alcohol on his desk. "Enough with the formal crap Pierce. Just tell me ... what happened. Simple ... I won't get angry ... promise" The Boss said with a slight restrained look.