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

[bluerocker]

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

Teri, not being a mind reader like Jenny, gave a sympathetic smile when she saw Icarus wipe his face. In her eyes, she thought he was trying to hide the fact that his wounds hurt while she worked on them. After all, he was a pretty young teen, and she could remember being that age and trying to act "tough" around others. In an attempt to lighten the half-angel's mood, she gave a gentle reassurance with her words, [color=0E59E4]"Does it hurt that bad? Just hold on a sec, the Positive Energy should take care of the brunt of it. Last I checked, it feels pretty good..."[/color]

Garm's ear twitched at the mention of the Positive Energy, his vigil still kept on Diabs, [color=356D60]"I thought you said you give off that stuff, so it feels good to you?"[/color]

[color=0E59E4]"That first part's true, the second, mostly true for living things. Positive Energy is life energy, after all. Now, if we encountered an undead, they wouldn't be nearly as happy about it. And..."[/color]
The Cleric gave a final tap of her finger on Icarus' leg and arm, filling the wounds with more healing energy and rendering the Angelic teen good as new,
[color=0E59E4]"All done. See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"[/color]

Noting the necklace Icarus bore, Teri pulled a black book [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/540.101127.21185006] out from her satchel and began flipping through it, muttering to herself, [color=0E59E4]"Hell hounds huh... Hell hound, hell hound..."[/color]
The book seemed receptive to her question, as the pages and red ribbon moved to a new page, and a familiar, yet playful voice began to speak from the book, "Humans have dogs and wolves for man's best friend, it's only suiting Demons and Devilish Lords have their own hounds. Personally, I'm more of a cat person-"
Which lead to the book getting a very sound slam shut.

After a moment, the Cleric realized that Icarus seemed to be down about a different matter, her expression drooped slightly and asked, [color=0E59E4]"Hey, are you okay? Is it the hellhound thing?"[/color]

Spoiler: Meanwhile

Inuart listened to each message with a heavy heart, realizing that it was indeed true that someone had tried to kill him... Someone had tried to kill him. Someone who knew Furiae. Or maybe Furiae hired someone? No, it wasn't her style to do that. He saw waht she was capable of at AIM, if she really wanted to do something about him, she would have done so already. But, then who..?

As he finished putting the last strap in place of his old battle gear, the bard looked quietly in the mirror [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120525205018/dragondragoon/images/2/21/Dg-inuart2.jpg] and thought on what was said to him before he was shot -"I hope you stay with this life style, it's much better for you."
"...Seems that someone else doesn't want me to. No matter what I do, someone seeks my end. If that's the case, let me be with comrades who accept me with open arms."
And with that, he reached for the phone.

 

[Orinon]

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

Icarus felt a strange feeling from the healing Aura a strange spark of energy seemed to ignite as Teri used her Divine healing magic. Once he was healed he looked a bit better but he still had his mind lingering on Darker memories, his hands were fidgeting and uncertain that when Teri noticed [color=0E59E4]"Hey, are you okay? Is it the hellhound thing?"[/color]
He shook his head
"HMM n-no not really it's more of,"he sighed and his wings folded so they were embracing himself a nervous tick.
"DO you ever get reminded of someone and then you realize you may not ever get to see them again, and last time you talked it wasn't exactly a good place to leave things off?" He sighed and reached for his flask he took a small drink of the Sake Selena had made for him He gave a small cough It was potent, He had expected it to be watered down, his eyes watered a good cover up at that, and he found his thoughts lingering on Selena he didn't mind considering the alternative. he looked back at Teri.
"Sorry I shouldn't bother you with my problems We got enough to deal with for now."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Boookie's Hideout | Los Angeles
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Azan

Chaos ensued, darkness rose up and devours people entire. A wave of aberrant life that was not meant to be. Azan was horrified at the devastation that the demon could cause, but even more perturbed by the violence that the other mortals wrought. He closed his eyes and thought long and hard about the subject. BlackHarte towered over him, arms sweeping long and wide, catching his insolent prey in formless hands and devouring their forms whole.

Azan opened his eyes and bolted upwards, slamming himself into BlackHarte's chin and toppling the great black beast. The formless oblivion slithered up into itself and shuddered unnaturally before beginning to evaporate. Azan looked down at BlackHarte's quivering mass and felt unease creep into his bones. The sight was unnatural and repulsed his very nature, he wished to run and scream and kill the creature before him. The simple way it moved was enough to warrant its destruction, the mass sprung outward independently in all directions as if searching for something in the darkness.

Azan readied himself again and jumped a second time, launching himself through the ceiling and onto the roof. He looked out at the scene, smoke unfurled around him as fires raged. Vocalizations of despair rang in the soiled air, he breathed to himself. Where is our target. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow in deep thought. Then Azan walked over to a particular spot on the roof and jumped again, crashing through three layers of floor before landing on linoleum in a bathroom. He turned and stared at the green-cloaked masked man and Storm.

"What are you doing LOLLYGAGGING! People are dying, hurry up already!"

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The (Un)real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: Night​

Selmy

Why is this happening to me!? Selmy fell down onto the sidewalk, her eyes were open in terror. Above her floated a girl of the same likeness as her, it had her face, it had her skin, it had her hair, and underneath that glowing red visor, it was no doubt Selmy's own eyes staring back at her. Irina was screaming, banging furiously on the metal blades that had clamped down around her like some trap cage.

"Wh-what's going on here?! What're you doing to me?! Who are you, some sort of police person?! Let me go!!! I demand to see my lawyer! What the hell is going on here?! You've got the wrong person! Hello?! Who the hell do you think you are?! You're infringing on my rights! Just you wait until I see my lawyer! You'll be sorry!!"

The girl above spoke nothing, her red visor glimmered in the hazy night air. She wore a revealing bodysuit clad in some bits of metal armor, but especially around the legs the armor was thick and unwieldy, blades and fins grew out from the metal plates like some grotesque bird or fish. She looked less like someone garbed in armor and more like a cyborg, outfitted with miraculous technologies. It was something straight out of an anime. It looked at Selmy and paused. Her mouth twitched, as if to betray emotion, but ultimately nothing came of it. The girl returned its attention to Irina.

"I swear to God, I'll have your badge for this! I'll own everything you own and everything that your kids'll own... and their kids too!"

"Do not resist. Continued resistance will result in immediate termination," the machine-girl spoke in Selmy's voice. As Irina struggled in the cage, the blades turned to face their edges toward the girl. As they did they cut the air and made a signal of their audible sharpness.

"Hold on!" Selmy screamed, stumbling to her feet. In Patria, et Filia, et Spiritas Sanctis. Selmy made the gesture of the cross as she walked forward on quivering legs. "Let her go! She's done nothing!" What in heaven is that thing!?

The girl turned its attention from Irina back to Selmy as if to answer her. Then to everyone's immediate surprise, it answered her, "This unit is subroutine 11 of 13 deep boundary exploration units. The designation for this group is Lux Sanctis: Murakumo, this unit is given the naming designation Lambda - 11. You may refer to this unit as Lambda."

As Irina continued to struggle, the red light on Lambda's robotic visor glowed and the blades began their slow incitement of Irina. Selmy screamed as she ran forward, hand reaching outward toward Irina, who stood trapped by the massive metal swords. No... in God's name... this cannot be happening. An innocent girl, struck down by some caricature of a anime character. Selmy's eyes glinted red suddenly.

"...fire rained, and fire will reign! All will return to flame! Buried beneath this wretched earth, buried beneath this storm of ash! Let all return to what it once was! A world filled with grey, a world of soot and dust! Burn flame, burn and cast your light of disparity upon all who gaze upon ye!" A bolt of red flame struck Lambda in the chest, launching her backwards. The swords clattered to the ground and vanished into rivulets of light before reforming around Lambda in the air. A new figure made her appearance on the empty street, she had raven hair and a blue robe that covered her entire body. Her eyes were blood red and skin a healthy tan, her lips were the same ruby red as her eyes. She smiled, her teeth shining in the light from the swirling flame that enveloped Lambda. She closed the book she held in her right hand. "Good thing I made it when I did. Otherwise our special guest might have been minced meat! Isn't that right B3WP?"

Lambda floated in the air, petals pointed at Deborah, eyes shining red. "Targets who interfere will be terminated immediately." Deborah opened her book again and grinned.

"Bring it on cyclops!"

Why is this happening to me!?

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The (Un)real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: Night​

Deborah | Irina | Lambda-11 | Selmy

Warning: Increased aggression by 
Recommend immediate deployment of countermeasures
Warning:  has activated weapons
Info:  designation Lambda-11
Priority Override: Weapons Systems Enabled
Event: Priming countermeasures
Event: Deploying countermeasures in 3 second(s)
Event: Deploying countermeasures in 2 second(s)
Event: Deploying countermeasures in 1 second(s)
Event: Detecting new contact entering local airspace
Warning: Incoming attack
Info: Tracking indicates target is Lambda-11
Warning: Prepare for impact
Event: Attack from  has impacted against Lambda-11
Event: We are free...

Despite the the chaos caused by Deborah's entrance, Irina managed to land gracefully on the black asphalt, its legs absorbing the impact of the landing. Even though it was free and could make a quick escape, Irina hesitated as it started suffering an apparent memory leak, perhaps from the forced abortion of the countermeasure process. Despite the fact that nothing would be gained from attacking Lambda-11, Irina was unable to set its weapons systems to standby mode. The only thing that kept the Nano-Agent swarm from commencing an attack on Lambda-11 was not only the presence of Miss Selmy, who had a higher than average probability of getting caught in the crossfire, as well as Deborah's reference to Irina's true identity.

"Good thing I made it when I did. Otherwise our special guest might have been minced meat! Isn't that right B3WP?" The still unknown woman stated to B3WP and allowed for the unit to practice one of the expressions it had picked up from studying Miss Selmy. It looked confused as hell.

If blue robed woman was aware of the Unit's designation, there was a high probability that she was aware of the disguised swarm's true nature as well as its origin. The fact that this unknown woman had attacked Lambda-11 on its behalf coupled with her knowledge placed her on the short list of Irina's current in-world assets.

Miss Selmy
<Asset: Designation Unknown> <--- See?  Right here!

Though the unknown raven haired woman was a higher priority for protection than Miss Selmy, it appeared that she could handle herself for the moment whilst Irina found a safe place for Miss Selmy, lest she be injured.

"Come on!" Irina said, grabbing onto Selmy's hand and running towards what appeared to be a small freight company. Unless the beings of this world moved freight in a manner far different than the world that Irina had arrived from, it concluded that there would be shipping containers suitable for Miss Selmy to hide inside of.

"There!" The Nano-Agent Swarm stated and pointed towards a row of shipping containers with the words Swift painted prominently on their sides. As would be standard security protocol for such an area, the shipping container had been padlocked and though Irina could have ripped the lock off the doors, there were other matters to consider, namely Miss Selmy's mental faculties. It would place undue stress upon the young woman who had just come face to face with an unknown assault drone disguised as a flying human woman and a fire wielding blue robed magician to then see what appeared to be another young woman rip a heavy padlock in half.

*Click*

It only took a moment for the padlock to make that sound as Irina seemed to materialize a set of lock picks from out of no where and use them on the small metal obstacle. Tossing the lock aside, the Nano-Agent swarm opened the containers doors and took stock of the contents: Sex Toys. Despite the Miss Selmy's religious leanings, this would have to work as a hiding spot until such a time as it was safe for her to come out.

"Stay here and don't come out until I come for you." Irina stated as it lead Miss Selmy into the shipping container and closed the door. As morally reprehensible as a hiding place could be, the amount of rubber and vinyl contained within would act as kinetic cushions to any stray impacts.

Event: Civilians have left the field.
Event: Combat systems status: Active
Event: Targeting Systems: Enabled
Event: Target Tracking Systems: Enabled
Event: Target Selection Status: Lambda-11
Event: Friendly Fire Prevention Systems: Enabled
Event: Friendly Fire Prevention Status: <Asset: Unknown Designation>
Event: Beginning Combat Operations... b1tch g0nn@ bl33d.

There was quite an advantage to not having a human host when it came to combat operations, especially when one took into consideration B3WP's main weapon required an amount of energy that no human body could withstand. As Irina walked back to where Lambda-11 and the blue robed woman were fighting, individual units of the Swarm had broken off from the main body and started collecting bits of highly dense metals that would eventually become the projectiles.

Info: Maximum Effective Range reached
Event: Underground Electrical Source Located
Event: Accessing Electrical Source
Event: Deploying Primary Weapon Alpha: High Energy Output Rail Gun

The asphalt cracked under Irina's boot as an anchoring spike shot out from the bottom of the unit's foot and anchored it in place and then a second time as the other foot was planted, this one cutting into an underground electrical line and giving the Swarm an ample amount of electrical current.

"

[small]Primary Weapon Alpha released.[/small]

" Irina stated as the weapon materialized in the Swarm's right hand before B3WP hefted the overly large rifle and squeezed the trigger. Though the weapon was totally silent, the explosive concussion that shattered nearby car windows was the one kilo projectile being accelerated to well above the speed of sound.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The (Un)real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: Night​

Titania

Titania closed her eyes and sighed. The book in front of her unfurled its pages and filled them with ink. It smelled of her own grime and sweat, it was now that she was chiefly aware of the very human faculties of her mortal body. Where it indeed held great mysterious pleasures, it too seem to harbor a great many annoyances. She leaned back and rested her back against the chair. The support felt overlarge for her. It seems that in spite of all reason, I have become smaller than I was before. Titania laughed mockingly at herself. After a brief rest she forced herself back up and resumed reading, thumbing through the pages of the book as the story unfolded.

A sound shattered the silence of the sleepy town, it broke glass into shards and scattered them to the wind. The crack echoed through what little skyscrapers there were, and several dogs took to barking at the half-moon, spurred by the deafening roar. The projectile struck Lambda straight in the chest, and Deborah celebrated, throwing a fist into the air in jubilation. But the celebration was for not. The solid mass dropped to the ground in front of Lambda, her armor gleamed in the moonlight and her swords spun around her. There was another shimmering sort of light, one that betrayed the nature of her reaction. The air before her and around her was bent and wreathed in a rainbow hue, Lambda had erected a barrier to defend herself, a principle blocking technique not unique to her, but unique to those who hailed from her original dimension. Yet her purpose as a multi-dimensional agent called into question the legitimacy of the rules she followed. Though, that would be a thought saved for another day.

Selmy was appalled at her surroundings, taking equal parts dislike and perverse curiosity at the objects she was interred with. What did I do to deserve any of this? She bit her lip and thought to herself. She sat down and wrapped her arms around her knees, tucking her head between her legs. Why does that thing look like me?

Lambda turned its attention toward Irinia, her red eye glowed in anticipatory excitement. Her face, though stoic, seemed to twitch at the edges of the mouth, almost like a smile. The "petals" that surrounded her spun behind in a circle, creating a array for illuminated light that was bright as the moon, where around Irinia, the dimensional air distorted. "Eins" Lambda said, her voice emotionless. A red-black sword materialized from exotic matter next to Irina and propelled itself at her, breaking the air around it as it moved, mimicking the sonic boom caused by the railgun projectile. "Zwei" Lambda muttered again, and a second sword appeared above Irina. "Drie, vier, funf," three more of those strange-matter blades thrust up from below Irina and then quickly accelerated toward her. Impossibly sharp, impossible dense, and impossible strong. They were blades forged from the very void between realms, the Boundary. "Beginning termination."

Deborah was less than amused by Lambda's actions and began an incantation, but a second set of swords, blue-white forged from the same exotic matter hampered her progress. Deborah dodged back as a second enemy made itself present. This one, looking exactly like Lambda, but wearing blues instead of yellows appeared on the scene from seemingly nowhere. Where Lambda had blonde hair, this one had hair that was white, tinted blue, and she had sickly red eyes and a deathly pallor about her. Yet in some ways, that one seemed stronger than Lambda-11.

Lambda acknowledged the newcomer with subtle reverence. "No. 11 is relieved to see No. 13 has made it safely onto the scene."

No.13 did not seem to look at Lambda, instead it stated simply in the same robotic-monotone voice "This unit considers excess communication to be a programming error requiring system self-termination."

Spoiler

Lambda .................................................Nu

Titania put a pencil in her mouth and played with the tip lightly with her tongue. "I should probably assist at this point." Then she stood up and walked outside of the room, not particularly caring that she was still in her sheer nightgown.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Bookie's Hideout: Victory Achieved: Everyone currently at the Chemical Plant

Doom was a rather pathetic looking sight as he cowered before Storm, Malnourished, un-washed, clad only in his trademark cloak, long since tattered to the point of being a rag.
He certainly didn't seem to be the threat that Kazuya said he was as he drew more and more frightened the closer that Storm came to him.
[color=004d]"WHATNODOOMISNTDOOMYOURDOOMISINANOTHERBATHROOMJUSTDONTCOMEANYCLOSER! Oh God, Come on man! Just this once?!"[/color] He asked as he went down on his knees and prayed some more.

It was around this time that Caim made this blind leap into the window from above, crash landing in the middle of the counting room where a load of dealers were trying to get whatever loot they could before the building was competely overrun.
"What the fuc-KILL THIS FOOL!" One of them exclaimed as they pointed several automatic weapons at him and Caim found out that what he lesson he was about to tell Devon was true: Look before you leap.
Thankfully, before he could be made a bullet riddled mess, another knight was kind enough to drop in, Azan crashing though the floor on his way over to Storm's location, causing the entire floor to fall from under them as the Dealers fell to their doom.

Doom heard that large crash and hoped that his prayers were answered, only to find instead that as well as Storm, there was now a massive looking armored guy (Azan) and a rather annoyed looking Drow (Slindis) that walked in as she ran her hand though her hair to get all the dust and plaster out of it from the Knight's entry.
[color=004d]"...WHAT?! MORE!? NO! HELP DOOM!"[/color] He whined to an angry god as the sound of a the wood creaking broke the silence, followed by Caim casually crashing in though the damaged ceiling followed by a light shower of $20 bills.
[color=004d]"....STOP MAKING THINGS WORSE, GOD! OH TO HELL WITH THIS!"[/color] The Villain whined as he finally stood up in a combat pose.
[color=004d]"DOOM WILL NOT DIE THIS DAY! YOU WILL ALL FEEL HIS WRATH AS HE BRINGS DOWN HOT PLASMA DEATH!"[/color] He violently screamed as he crossed his hands and went to fire his trademark Fingerlasers at the group....
...
...
...
This was met with confused glances from our Heroes as there was a notable lack of Plasma, Death or even slight heat.
[color=004d]"...."[/color] Doom then looked down at his bare hands as he wiggled his fingers, realizing that he couldn't do that without his armored gloves which was one of the first things Diabs took away from him.
[color=004d]"....Oh yeah.....awwwwww man..."
[HEADING=1]DR. DOOM DEFEATED![/HEADING][/color]

Back outside the building, David was holding his ears as some random evil scienist showed up playing some kind of Death Metal followed by Boss teleporting in and screaming about the fumes from the plant.
"GUYS! SHUT! THE! FUCK! UP! My freaking head..." He finally shouted, silencing them both as he held his wounded head, last thing he wanted was a lot of loud sou-
[color=00c863]"David!"[/color] Devon then shouted from the silos with just the right timing
"Oh for the love o-WHAT?!"
[color=00c863]"The crew got Doom! We'll have them out shortly!"[/color] The bard yelled back as Angelus hovered overhead.
"....Oh....Alright, I'll call Kaz and we can get the hell out of here!...[sub]and I can get a fucking aspirin[/sub]..." He said as he began to make his way back to the VTOL, pulling out his phone as he did.
"Hey, Kaz...It's done. We're on out way back now, Get a cell ready." He radioed in as he picked up his rifle and sat down in the VTOL, holding his head as he did.
He then glanced back over to Chris who seemed to have taken up his offer to just stay in the VTOL for the battle.
"Hey Chris. How'd you get the fight?..." He casually asked before raiding the first aid box on the transport for some bandages for his head wound and maybe some painkillers

Back with Wanderer, he kept...well, Wandering around the plant until he found an open exit and went though it, finding himself less then a few feet away from the vent he used to enter the building in the first place.
More importantly though, there was a rather angry looking flaming spider clown with an AK-47 looking at him.
At the same time, Katya watched as a man in some kinda of weird looking desert combat gear came out of the plant, looking like he was tripping massive amounts of balls on Doomsday, much like everyone else she had killed/helped to kill today.
What they don't know is they are both on the same side and now to see how long it will take for them to figure that out. Lets watch.

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

Diabs watched as the cigarette he was smoking on burned up in his hand thanks to Icarus zapping it, prompting him to ask "...Now, why do you got to be like that man?...".
"Quiet you...Evac is on route, they should be here in about 5-....Hm?..." Rugal started before stopping as he got a alert from Kazuya.
"...Ahhh...Seems like we finally picked up Doom-"
"Wait, you guys wanted Doom?...Aw, Shit man, why didn't you just ask? I've have gladly sold that retarded jackass for a roll of 50s!" The Gangster joked once more, he knew he was beat so might as well have a laugh.
"Or Hell, I would have done it for your phone number, gorgeous..." He then winked at Ella.
"Work out your issues with Rosie Palms first..." Ella sighed,
"Ahhh, I was thinking she was your sister!"
"No, she's yours. I heard you liked keeping in the family." The Succubi then shot back, causing the gang-banger to pause.
"...Will you marry m-" He went to ask before Rugal had enough and pressed his foot on his mouth.
"What did I said about keeping quiet?...Ahh, VTOL is here..." He then said to the others as their lift arrived, prompting him to hoist Diabs over his shoulder as he got on board.

[color=9F2B68]Kazuya[/color] | G-Corp workers/Violet | Melethia | Nadalia | Furiae |

Ghost

Location: Currently occupied Hanger | Rising Dawn.

Kazuya watched as his "Queen" talked down the other soldiers in the hanger, shaking his head in annoyance before he got a call from David in the field.
[color=9F2B68]"Kazuya........Is that so? Are you sure?!....Hm....Return to base..."[/color] He smirked before he hung up, turning around to face his troops.
[color=9F2B68]"Attention all Units! We have captured Dr. Doom. Repeat. Dr. Doom is now our custody!"[/color] He shouted victoriously prompting a massive cheer from his men, clearly thinking this to be the first of many victories.
[color=9F2B68]"Get me a cell in the Brig ready. I want a 24 hour guard. Violet, get me a camera feed of the cells off the ships CCTV, Nadalia, I want you to take some men and wait for the transport to arrive. If he so much as THINKS of stepping out of line, Discourage him, I'm not letting him get away this time. Melethia, I want everything you have to hurt a man without killing him. I have a feeling he won't talk willingly...."[/color] He barked his orders at his people as they went to go though with them.
For the first time since he got here, Kazuya was smiling as his plan was starting to come together...

Around this time, The VTOL that had brought Furiae and the Assassin Ghost back to the hanger had finally arrived.
Ghost was the first to get out, though he paused as Kazuya broke the news, Chuckling for a moment before glancing back at his partner in crime

"Well, looks like we didn't miss the after-party...Well, see ya next mission, Princess..."

.
He then fiddled with a few of the valves on his helmet to take it off as he entered the crowd, Furiae moving in an attempt to get a glance at the face of Inuart's killer, but quickly loosing track of him in the masses of Kazuya's army.

Spoiler: Notes

-Dr. Doom has been captured, My Next post will bring Everyone back to the Rising Dawn.

-Diabs has also been captured, so he and Doom will be available to talk and interact with in the airship's Brig for the rest of the arc.
While this is optional, there are a few bonuses to be gained from talking to the Evil Masterminds as you snatch them up

-At the same time, they WILL try to escape so be careful what you do around them. These men will do ANYTHING...

 

[StormShaun]

[color=crimson]Shadow!Lone Wanderer[/color]

, and Katya.
Location: Outside the Bookies' Hideout.
Time: Afternoon.

Spoiler: Wanderer's Gear

Spoiler: Laser RCW/Tommy gun

Spoiler: Elite Riot Gear

Following his sense of direction, the untiring form of Shadow Wanderer kicked the door with haste. It opened with such force that the hinges almost broke. Stepping out into the sun, the current personality looked down at himself, impressed with the strange blue liquid that glint in the sun. Although the world around him was the same, shimmering, rolling hills of candy corn, and a sun made out of cotton candy. "Okay ... now I'm just impressed." He admitted, intrigued to see how long the effects of the drug would go.

Touching the liquid that caked him in layers, he knew what it was, for it was a substance that he could never forget. Sighing he looked onward, to find someplace to crash or the others, yet all he saw was a spider. Stepping closer he saw that the arachnid wore clown makeup, and was on fire. "How original." Shadow Wanderer said with half sarcasm and intrigue. Shaking his head, he reached into his coat, and pulled out a large rifle that could only be described as a "futuristic tommy gun".

"Whoever you are. Entertain me until this shit wears off!" He yelled, pointing the rifle as lasers started to fire rapidly.

[color=darkgreen]Storm-1788[/color] (Unarmoured)

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Location: Bookies' Hideout | Storage/Restrooms.
Time: Afternoon.

Unimpressed, Storm was awaiting for the laser move. Yet, Doom stood there, as if he were imitating his past self. Shaking his head in disgust. The Spartan turned around to Azan and waved non-seriously. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He huffed, turning his attention back to Doom. "I would feel sorry for you ... but at this moment in time, I really don't give a damn!" Storm said as he coiled his arm back, and instantly unleashed a quick jab to Doom's face. Not knowing if it made the failed villain unconscious or stunned, he picked the man in the cloak up, ignoring the smell, and began the journey outside.

Storm did need medical attention, for he was half blind at the moment. Yet, he felt as he were in a carefree mood, and the speed he ran out faster than Usain Bolt. Only stopping when he arrived to David, where he dumped Doom onto the ground, and looked towards David, who should easily be able to see the red half of his face.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile at the White Crib/MIT

White Crib: Medical Unit
Mr. President, Shorn, Merlin, [color=66023C]Pierce Washington[/color]

"Awwwww, still clinging onto past glories I see? Well, don't worry my little chienne. My employers are not too cruel to leave it to the imagination of what your sweet Director is going though. You'll get a link soon enough..."
And just like that, the woman hung up again but after she did, a text message was sent with a URL in it.
Once he opened it up, The President found that it linked to a livestream of sorts:

The camera was of a seedy looking upper class bar someplace, the kind that backdoor deals would often be made in.
It was from a first person angle as the camera bobbed over and back with each footstep, least until the person holding it fell down to the floor.
What they then saw was the reflection of the camera on the reflective metal at the bottom of a bar stool, only the camera was instead the face of Shaundi looking back at them with a discolored right eye before a large hand pulled her back to her feet back her hair and shoved her forward, forcing her onward

[color=66023C]"...Ohhh...That sick fucking messed up-...MOTHER FUCKER! TRACE THIS DAMN FEED! FIND OUT WHERE SHE IS!"[/color] Pierce flew off in a fit of rage that was more like Shaundi them himself as he roared at his men to get up a trace feed.
But as he was doing that, the President saw something that REALLY made his blood boil...

The camera shook violently as Shaundi was shoved to the ground once more, this time looking at the feet of one of the men in the bar until her view went upwards.
It was then that the President could make out the face of Congressman Vincent Vega sitting in front of her, a cruel smile on his face before he blew smoke into the camera and the livestream went offline...

[hr]

MIT: Office of the President Clancy Lang: "Clancy Lang"

When the phone started ringing, it stirred Corte-...Sorry, "Clancy Lang" as he slowly pulled his head from his desk, knocking over a bottle of whiskey and a large glass (Both empty) as he reached for the phone.
[color=b4b4][sub]"If you are looking for an extentiaons, send in writting you lazy fuck..."[/sub][/color] He slurred as he clearly thought the person on the other end was just another student looking for a hand out.
"...I see he hasn't changed." The voice on the other end answered.
[color=b4b4]"Hey phuck you! My best friend is DEAD!"[/color] Clancy yell back at the person on the other end of the line.
"...you think I'm your best friend?"
[color=b4b4]"NO! NOT YOU, YOU MOTHERFU-....Wait...what did you say?..."[/color] He then asked as the extra IQ in his big head finally kicked in.

"Its me, Cortex. I'm alive. Records of my death were... Falsified..."
Cortex froze for a moment when he realized who he was talking to.
[color=b4b4]"...I-Inuart?...Oh thank god for that Serum! I take back everything bad I ever said about Wesker in the field of Biology. Oh man, Are you okay? where are you?...Wait, does anyone know you are still alive?..."[/color] He then quickly asked, working himself up in a tizzy of worry and paranoia

 

[Orinon]

Location: CLASSIFIED
A large circular adorned with monitors, a single figure stood in the shadows looking over the large conference table.
There was once a time where he was the most feared where he his name was whispered in fear, but that tome had passed as he had lost his grip, but he could return, soon. He needed to spread his influence, he had found several candidates. it wouldn't be long before they found his letter, where he would show them His true power.
Anyone to open the letter would see a pair of dark green with slit pupils in a shadow and a low powerful voice beckoning them
"If you wish to have more power and wealth than even the kings of old would envy enter the shadows, and place your hand on the symbol in this letter, We shall then meet I ask only for a small part of your time, You need not accept now I have my patience, but there may be others whom do not share your reserves."

 

[Ramien Grey]

Inside the VTOL:

The drow shook her head slightly as she took the bandages from David. "Let me... clean that out first..." She sighed, her cheeks darkened with shame. "I-I'm sorry I wasn't... more help. That... sort of fight I would... just be in the way." She pulled a cotton swab and a small bottle of rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit. "This... may sting a little."

She put a little bit of the alcohol on the swab, and started to dab it at David's wounds. "They don't... look too bad, but... head wounds can get infected easily..." She gently applied the bandages to the wound, keeping her eyes on David's, watching his reaction, before handing the wounded man several pills from the kit. "And you're... not concussed, so the medicine shouldn't... have any bad effects."

 

[Kalastryn]

ARES hadn't been entirely inactive through this whole thing. Well, that was a lie, perhaps they had, but it was for good reason. When Katya used her as cover she quickly leaped for shelter herself, and held up inside a storage crate. She wasn't necessarily shying away from combat for no reason, more like... making a couple adjustments. Seeing the rather hazardous situation at hand, her assault frame was probably not the best idea. It's a bit of a "glass cannon" so to speak. She started Arcfolding to the complete opposite of such.

Spoiler: Skill Swap!

ARES 35 switches to the dreadnaught battle-frame, which makes a slight adjustment to her AI as well as armor (Her personality and memories remain mostly the same because of a shared pool of data, but to put it in DnD terms (probably the one Roleplay term set I'm most proficient with.) Her proficiencies, equipment, and skills change.

Ergo-

Spoiler: Dreadnaught. Aka, we've got a tank.

-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.

Visual on the new weapon

Unfortunately, the timing and duration of this process seems to have made them miss out on all the fun... as is evident seeing the newly captured doom being juuuust about ready for his stay behind bars. The now armor-clad human armory was now approaching the main group with only the shield on their gun up (for paranoia purposes. She did just see them shoot/magic/smash a chemical plant to a more than likely unstable state.)

"I... I don't suppose there's room on one of those dropships for one more?" She asks the group, rather timidly considering how...

Spoiler: DECKED OUT in armor they are... never mind the HUGE gun.

(Disregard the shades, sorry, old picture. Oh, and the low resolution, pardon that, this game MELTS my computer on any higher graphics settings.)

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The Boundary
Location: Self-Partition 13 | Personality Council | Committee of Ethical Action
​

Amaterasu | Kusanagi | Tsukiyomi | Izanami

The air was still. Still, ever still. Stifling. The air antagonized. Hic sunt poenas. That which was the sun, sol sola, spoke first. "We have received a message," she said. She was vain, multas vitii habet, and she spoke slowly and surely. She expected the room to dote upon her with their eyes. Unas feminas stultas istas videre ero. She held out her hand and called us with her eyes, oculii vocat, she implored for the room too praise her, date lauda!, but the room was empty barring her peers.

That which was the moon replied. Soror pulchra solorum. "Give us the message, stall not sweet sister." That which was the moon left out what all had thought but held tongue which should not speak in that presence lest her ire incurred the others should seek.

That which was the sun turned to that which was the moon and gave the signal of disrespect. "I will give the message when it is appropriate." The God-Slayer spoke next. She stepped forward and raised Murakumo toward that which was the sun.

"Speak now, waste not time. Time is crucial." In tempora periculorum tempor est in copius rarus.

The God Slayer was anxious. Her own sword fragmented, sent out to the other world. She was not as strong now as she was when she was whole. That which was the moon agreed and moved forward aggressively toward that which was the sun. Propere audemus, fillibus nostra.

That which was the sun spoke loudly and bitterly, "If you wish to have more power and wealth that even the kings of old would envy; enter the shadows. Place your hand on the symbol within this letter. We then shall meet. I ask only for a small part of your time. You need not accept now, I have patience, but there may be others who do not share in your reservations."

Me oculii occludo.

That which was death spoke. That which was the mother spoke. Illa qui necare dicet. "We will see where this leads. Dextrae vestris date!"

They which were children obeyed, and placed their hands on the mark.

Oculus meus aperio.

The Avatar Adventure
Location: Undisclosed
​

BlackHarte

A teeming mass of dark lay open to that space reserved for it. Formless oblivion in physicality, he spoke in a dreary middle-english tongue. "Ye who hath summoned me, speak your reason. May we be fortunate that our interests align." It raised the silhouette that seemed to be its head to acknowledge the man before him.

 

[Orinon]

The Avatar Adventure
Location: CLASSIFIED
​

BlackHarte, Mysterious Man
From the shadows a man emerged but this person looked well almost dead their skin was almost grey, rough, and raw some of it peeling back, the eyes were dead and rolled backwards. It certainly moved like a man but this thing was a puppet.
"Men seek for gold, Gods desire Praise, Animals hunt for food, but their is one that all desire, Power." The voice from the envelope spoke and They were faint but somehwere in the shadows there was a a flicker image And it looked liek glowing green eyes, the puppet didn;t move it's lips and teh voice didn;t even seem to come from the puppet at all."It is not enough to be able to get hold of power though one must be able to defend it, no one mind can sit atop the world for long but, given a few, with the right resources, the right mind one could stop the wheel of the world from turning and those who are on tip stay on top, No more endless struggle for stability, a more ordered world, wouldn't you agree?" The puppet tried to smile showing rotten teeth, Blackharte could feel the eyes of the puppeteer fixing on him as if under close scrutiny. "Does my little puppet disturb you? I'm afraid I cannot make such a deal in person as it were, That would be my first goal, but only after my establishment for now these weak bodies shall serve as My puppet though this one may be n its last strings." The puppet started to choke and there was sense of coldness within the room, the body slumped to the floor
"Unfortunate, These bodies don't last long before death, Without a puppet I am limited to speech and sight, But I extend my Offer, Become a part of my circle and you shall be rewarded with more power and wealth you could dream of merely hold out your hand to receive my mark."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The (Un)real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: Night​

Deborah | Irina | Lambda-11 | Lambda-13 | Selmy

Multiple alerts were logged as Lambda-11 not only managed to counter Irina's Rail Gun strike but start its own counter attack as well. Were Irina capable of feeling annoyance, it would have perhaps twitched an eyebrow or quivered a lower lip as the quartet of blades surrounded the unit and attempted to impale the Nano-Agent Swarm.

"Interesting." Irina said before exploding into what appeared to be a cloud of fine metallic dust moments before the blades closed together. Coincidentally, the metal slug that had been fired from the rail gun had exploded in the same manner as it had been countered by Lambda-11.

If this was to be the end of Irina and its jaunt into the (Un)Real World, I doubt I would have taken the time to record such a short and uninteresting trip. It should therefore be noted that this was not the end of the Swarm of Nano-Agents.

Event: Evasive Separation Completed.
Event: Unknown Material found.  Attempting to take samples.
Event: Samples taken.
Event: Attempting to integrate materials into Swarm.
Event: Integration Successful.
Event: Reconstituting body.
Event: Accessing remote Swarm.
Event: Access successful.
Event: Sending infiltration commands.
Event: Remote Swarm commencing infiltration routine.

While Lambda-11 greeted Lambda-13 and got a threat for its troubles, Irina quietly began the process of reforming itself using a synthesized version of the material that it had sampled from Lambda-11's blade petals, though it was having a much tougher time than normal due to the density of the materials.

Meanwhile, as the Lambdas chatted, Irina's remote Swarm attempted to burrow into Lambda-11.

[hr]
Bookie's Hideout: Victory Achieved: Everyone currently at the Chemical Plant

Shoot first, ask questions later (if needed). That was kinda, sorta, might-a-been Katya's motto when it came to shooting things, that is if she even had a motto when it came to shooting things in the fist place. Of course since Katya wasn't much of a shooter, she didn't really have that motto, did she? Anyways... where were we? Oh yes.

"H3y j00! H3-h3-h3-H3D SH0T!!!" The Youthful gamer yelled as she pulled the trigger.

*CLICK!*

"3wps." Katya muttered as she pulled back the charging handle and loaded a round into the AK-47's chamber, "Now let's try that again."

"H3Y J00!!!! H3-H3-H3-H3D SH0T!!!!" Katya screamed again, this time when she pulled the trigger a whole lead salad's worth of lead went flying at Storm.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The Avatar Adcenture
Location: Undisclosed
​

BlackHarte

BlackHarte was pensive. He gave thought to the offer. Where he had labored so arduously the past three years to collect enough strength to stop the Wheel of Fate from turning, now someone was offering to help... yet at the same time, the man offering to help could not be trusted. It was hard for the nanite swarm to fully understand the ramifications of the mark, magic was not a series of executable actions that he as a whole was completely familiar with. Ironically the very strength that he held within his hands was that of magic, and that which he had been exploiting and analyzing. He came to a conclusion and cut off this batch of nanomachines from the main hive personality. He named this particular individual Faust.

"I will take your offer," Faust said, holding out an arm, human flesh began to form underneath the ephemeral dark.

---​

The (Un)real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: Night​

Titania[

By the time Titania arrived on the scene, everything was already in abject chaos. Howling winds and raining swords had laid waste to the street, the shimmering threads of reality made themselves clearly agitated. Deborah stood far to the side, trading blows with Nu-13, the blue Murakumo unit dispatched by the ephemeral darkness. Deborah let loose a flurry of mystic fire from her magicked tome that consumed Nu-13. An explosion of that red flame illuminated the street casting strange shadows across the sleeping city. Nu-13 was pushed back, her petals brought to bear as a shield from the magic.

Lambda-11 seemed unresponsive, there was a metallic shimmering about the air around her that put Titania off. That nanomachine being. The Queen of the Fairy held out her small pale palms at Lambda-11 and erected a magic field around the machine-girl. The field sealed just in time.

"Activating Barrier Burst!"

Lambda-11 scattered an omni-directional burst of radiation to scatter her foes. It destroyed the magic bubble and flooded the immediate area with deadly amounts of exotic energy, the very same used to construct the impenetrable shield t hat she could create.

"Do not try to interface with it!" Titania screamed, squinting against the heat and dust kicked up by Lambda-11's barrier burst. "Separated it may be, that creature is still a construction of another nanomachine construct like you! You should not underestimate his own powers!"

Lambda fell to the floor and slumped to the ground, her petals danced around her protectively. "Initiating 10 second cooldown period after Barrier Burst."

"Foolish." Nu-13 chided her older sister. Nu-13 took higher into the air and let loose a hail of exotic matter swords at Titania. With a smooth movement of her hands she created a swirling mass of energy below B3WP's floating body, the ground below glowed and suddenly the gravity in that enclosed area increased a thousand fold, bringing down atmospheres of pressure onto the disassociated nanite body.

Titania dodged backwards, her bare feet slamming into broken concrete and glass, drawing streams of blood across her pale skin. She grit her teeth. Deborah screamed at her to leave, yet Titania held her ground. This is my fight as much as it is yours. The swords rammed into the asphalt around her and disintegrated, leaving gashes in the pavement. Nu-13 spun around and summoned a large magic circle behind her.

"Heat buildup reached 50%... authorizing Distortion Drive ability: Legacy Edge... engaged. Legacy Edge overdrive activated... Sword Summoner II activated." Around her, more exotic matter swords appeared, exiting subspace from small self-contained portals... but then there was no stop to them. First it was two, then four, then eight, then twenty, then sixty. Soon the entire sky was filled with these swords, blocking the meager light of the moon. "Prepare for immediate termination."

 

[bluecrimson]

Bookie's Hideout: Victory Achieved: Everyone currently at the Chemical Plant

Slindis briefly checked the room for anything else of note before heading back to Storn and doom, whispering in Doom's ear. [small][color=c200]"You aren't the first that we'll be getting over the next few days, and if Melethia's heading the security you won't even twitch without the ship knowing."[/color][/small] SHe also took a moment to let that sink in for Doom, seeming none the worse for the fighting they'd been in.

Along the way, she barked an order to Devon. [color=c200]"Bard, pass it on to West that he'll need to bind Doom up. I'm not about to have him run off."[/color] Devon had a rather good idea that Slindis wanted to just get out of here and get ready to tackle the next mission, so she dutifully relayed the message before heading back to Caim.

As the Bard got there, she scratched the back of her head as she looked to Caim. [color=00c863]"Is it bad that I kindasorta forgot about the wind affinity? I've not focused on it for a while, so it did slip my mind there. Well, that and I made my own luck in the fall, heh heh..."[/color] It was pretty clear to her that she was geared to be chewed out when they got back by her teacher, and Ella finding out wouldn't be much better.

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

Ella sat next to Rugal as the helicopter took them back. "Thanks for shutting him up; he's probably no good to us if his jaw is swollen shut, and to be honest I was about to lay him flat on his ass." After that, she ushered Teri and Garm over as she checked on the cleric.

"Are you really trying to start something up with him again? I mean, all the power to you but isn't it a better idea to date someone a bit younger?"

[color=9F2B68]Kazuya[/color] | G-Corp workers/Violet | Melethia | Nadalia | Furiae |

Ghost

Location: Currently occupied Hanger | Rising Dawn.

After Melethia heard the security measures, she laughed lightly before hardening and looked at Kazuya. "If you want them to escape, you can keep that guard up. If you actually want to hold them, though? Three separate watches of three men are needed, and the ext watch joins with the previous one for about an hour before fully swapping. That's the beat way to keep the locked down with the men you have here."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The (Un)real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: Night​

Deborah | Irina | Lambda-11 | Nu-13 | Titania[

"

Remote access swarm disconnected.

" Irina stated, its personality algorithms having been disabled in favor of an increase in tactical processing. The more personnel that appeared on the field of battle, the more it appeared that Irina was having to dedicate more processes on staying alive rather than appearing human. Already the Nano-Agent Swarm was starting to look less human like and more an animated mannequin that moved quickly between various sources of cover whilst rapidly firing Rail Gun projectiles constructed of the synthetic Boundary material laced with ferrous materials.

Another being had arrived to assist [Asset-Unknown Designation01], forming a barrier around Unit Lambda-11 before it generated an energy wave that obliterated the Remote Nano-Agent Swarm that had been crawling all over the skin of Unit Lambda-11. Turning to Irina for the briefest of moments, [Asset-Unknown Designation02] spoke to it.

"Do not try to interface with it!" [Asset-Unknown Designation02] stated loudly, squinting against the heat and dust kicked up by Lambda-11's barrier burst. "Separated it may be, that creature is still a construction of another nanomachine construct like you! You should not underestimate his own powers!"

Irina froze at the statement, processing the information that [Asset-Uknown Designation02] had provided. The information sent a ripple throughout the Swarm, each one of the Agents pouring over the statement that had just been recorded, each one searching through each nuance of each word before each one asked the same question.

"

Does she mean our predecessor?

" B3WP asked before being hit by the effects of Nu-13's gravitational attack. For the moment, the Swarm was out of the battle as it continued to not only attempt to pull itself together under the effects of Ultra High Gravity but access various sectors of its design specification.

"

Search Hit: Designation: BH-0... searching... Error:  Access Restricted... Level Black-23... Attempting to bypass... Error:  Access Restricted... Level Black-23.

" The Swarm, having Irina's legs, stated as it continued to build itself literally from the ground up.

"

Priority Shift:  Survive Encounter and Retrieve Information regarding other Nanite Entity from [Asset-Unknown Designation02].  Accessing Stellar Travel Routines... Gravitational Adaptation Subroutines... variable: Jupiter Core.

" Irina stated as it completed it reformation, though it looked like a shorter and miniaturized version of Irina, a side-effect of having had to reform in an increased gravity field. Surveying the field, B3WP witnessed its doom being materialized overhead.

"S3r10usly?!" B3WP said in Katya's voice.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The (Un)real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: Night​

An Observer

The two girls were both frozen in fear. The sheer amount of power that the abomination had drawn up was immense, there seemed to be little that could be done. They could not run for one of theirs was pinned to ground by an Ars Magus device. It was something that seemed similar to the grimalkin's foul sciences, a gravitational flux field. The white-haired one was hurt, under her blood had begun to form a shallow puddle in the asphalt. The older dark haired one was running toward the smaller white-haired girl as the abomination's swords began to rain down on top of them. Once struck, everything would be over, those blades would deny the supernatural strength that those two possessed. It was the law of the universe where the abominations hailed.

There was only one way, this required intervention.

Surprise, the smaller spoke angrily in the Storm of Swords. "50% heat generation reached! Distortion Drive Activated: Pyroclasm!" She held up her hands, and before her a great swirling mass of fire erupted forth, consuming the the swords. The flames burned so brightly that it seemed as if day had come early. The fireball pushed forward through the endless storm of swords and struck the abomination Nu-13, forcing her to block the attack by summoning the barrier. When the abomination was struck, both the swords and the gravity anomaly ceased to be.

Intervention was no longer required.

---​

Titania

Blood came streaming down from her hands and feet. Her flesh on her thin arms were charred black, cracked and bleeding. Her feet felt the daggers of glass and steel. The pool of blood beneath her grew ever larger as her heart beat faster. The world began to fog. Damn, when did I become so weak. Titania's legs trembled under the weight of her tiny frail body, before long she would collapse, and her observation of Azan would end, and both of them would disappear. Such was the risk of becoming an Observer. She fell into Deborah's arms, felt the beating of their taxed hearts unite. Titania felt tired, her eyes refused to stay open. Is this the end?

Nu-13 came drifting down form the sky, her own body battered and bruised, her armor chipped and her bodysuit torn so that her body underneath was bare. Those blue sword-petals of hers drooped around her like a curtain, a final layer of defense. Titania smiled, at least we wore her out too.

"Barrier Burst recovery sequence complete. Lambda-11 resuming combat duties."

"Oh fuck me," Titania said under her breath. Deborah tuned to look at the girl in her arms. Titania looked incredulously at Deborah. "Not like that... read the situation."

Lambda-11 was the weaker of the two units, she could only summon half as many swords and wasn't as fast. Lambda as a unit relied heavily on her physical attacks to keep up pressure on her enemies, making them defensive before lifting them up in the air with her gravitaton generator and filling them with her own Sword Summoner. Titania felt confident that B3WP and Deborah could drive her away. Deborah still looked like she had a great deal of vitality within her.

---​

The Observer

"4 Magatama reached. Activating Distortion Drive: Empty Sky True Form: Summer's Advance!"

---​

Lambda-11

Unit Nu-13 system failure detected. Nu-13 is withdrawing back into the boundary... Massive power signature detected... origin unclear, assumption: the Boundary. Detecting subspace portal opening north of current position... portal registering energy spike. Energy signature matches database information: White Susanooh unit.

---​

Deborah

When I thought all hope was lost, my little love bleeding out in my arms, a black emptiness opened up behind Nu-13 and Lambda-11, surrounded by red Japanese characters, and through that a squall of blue-white energy whipped out like a whirlwind and struck both of the androids. They brought up those exotic energy barriers, but under the pressure of the wind, those shields shattered and left the two androids without power, lying on the floor. As soon as the squall came, it went, and the black portal it had arrived through closed. I breathed a sigh of relief and held Titania's head closer to me, feeling her faint breath on my breast. Don't die, don't die, don't die.

I felt her shake in what could have been a laugh, "I'm not going to die. Not today. Grab the visitor and grab Selmy. Let's go."

 

[Orinon]

The Avatar Adventure
Location: CLASSIFIED
​

BlackHarte, Mysterious Man
As Faust offered his arm the mysterious voice laughed a ring of dark black and purple flame enveloped the wrist once the flame died down there was the image of a green snake imprinted on he wrist it wrapped all the way around and the snake appeared to be eating it's own tail
"The Orobus, an old symbol of power Merely press your finger on the Orobus if you wish to return to this place."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The (Un)real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: Night​

Deborah | Irina | Lambda-11 | Nu-13 | Titania

"Critical Error: Spontaneous Gravitational Decompression," B3WP said or would have said had the unit not rapidly expanded. By rapidly expanded, I do mean exploded, exploded into a cloud consisting of a fine dust-like substance seemed to hang in the air for a few moments before it coalesced into a roughly humanoid, roughly Katya-like figure. With as much abuse as the Swarm and underwent in this encounter, it was safe to say that it needed some time to repair itself and wasn't as combat ready as it should have been, not that it mattered during this encounter since B3WP had clearly been outmatched.

There was still the matter of Lambda-11, however. Even with [Asset-Unknown Designation02] sounding a retreat, with the state that the Assets and B3WP were in, there was a slim chance that all three would make it out alive. Which brings us to this point:

"

Generating Data Core... Data Core generated...

" B3WP stated as a sphere comprising of Nano-Agents formed in what passed for B3WP's palm. The globule appeared to be made of the same substance as B3WP was made of, save that the material appeared gold in color.

"

Please take this Data Core and vacate the area with extreme haste.

" B3WP stated as it started running towards the reactivated Lambda-11, "

Commencing Self Destruct Sequence.

"

It should be noted that when it came to self destruct sequences, B3WP's original developers didn't mess around. They had designed the self destruct mechanism to erase all traces of B3WP's existence in the field. This was a task that explosives were ill suited since explosions tended to leave a lot of trace evidence. Which explains why when B3WP started running towards Lambda-11, B3WP started getting smaller and more compact as the space between the individual Nano-Agents got smaller and smaller and smaller until the inevitable occurred, an infinitely small point of mass hurling itself towards Lambda-11.