"...You appear to be someone who's upset...Do you wish to talk about it or shall I leave you to your catharsis?..."
Angelus's posture relaxed at Rugal's query, before the dragon-in-human-guise stretched, popping her back and neck before answering, "I'm...I'm alright. A little irritated, but alright."
Her nose crinckled at the smell of the burning rubber, before she increased her flames to melt the remnants of the mask, "I'm irritated because my little ones ran off without so much a message or a thought towards myself and Caim. It's not to say that I don't trust them or their abilities, but I know that there are others who would not be above holding them ransom to get back at me. Caim blowing off my anger didn't help either, especially when he was as worried as I during that event... I am a dragoness who has lived hundreds of human lives, I do not appreciate being 'dismissed' so wantonly..."
"Whoa-...You sure you want to do that? Ain't there like electronics or something inside ya? I mean, I'm not a computer buff, but moisture and circuits don't really mix..."
The bartender, Luke, gave his usual expression, a serene little smile that didn't really seem to convey anything, and spoke quietly, [color=eca222]"Rest assured, Mr. West, Ms. Katya has proven herself well and able to mix alcohol and her circuitry. I wouldn't serve her otherwise."[/color]
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"I'll take a whiskey myself. Single-malt."
Taking his drink and beginning to nurse it, Caim's PDA began to speak to David,
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"Ah.. I forgot about the selection here. It almost makes me want to try that little number I did at the wedding, sans the salad dressing."
That was when Ginka walked into the Canteen/Bar area bearing her snack and asking, "Who wants Takoyaki?"
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"Taco-what?"
Serving everyone their respective drinks, Luke turned his attention to the new Gardevoir and Ryan, [color=eca222]"Sangria, was it? You're in luck, I happen to have some made waiting in the fridge. I do hope you like Sangria blanco..."[/color]
Pouring a lighter colored version of the drink and passing it to Faith, he then spoke to Ryan, [color=eca222]"My name is Lucas Cypress, but 'Luke' is enough. I am but a simple bartender in this place; something of a hobby, if you will. "[/color]
Riding in on Garm like the Princess she was dressed up as, Teri gave an assessment of the room with a mixture of surprise and confusion, before offering a very understandable query, [color=0E59E4]"Deadshot, what happened here?"[/color] "ohhh, Baldy is pissed that Metal-Head over there screwed him over for a plushie."
Quirking an eyebrow, the Cleric began to dismount from her canine mount, voicing her doubts as she did so, [color=0E59E4]"Uh...huh... I feel like you're not telling me all the details."[/color] "Hey, calling it as I'm seeing it. Doom-n-Gloom fell for the old "I'm your friend now" routine the spider chick weaved. Wined and Dined and all."
[color=0E59E4]"'Spider chick'? We've got another passenger? And what if she really wanted to be his friend?"[/color]
Deadshot paused at that sentiment, and rolled back on his bed, grabbing his gut as he began to burst out into loud, boistrious laughter, "Pffffff, Hehahahahahahahahahah, ohhhh...Good one, T!"
Eyes narrowing, and not appreciating Deadshot's jab (considering she was doing the same thing), Teri shot back in a calm, flat tone,[color=0E59E4]"Need I remind you about Annie, Deadshot? The possibility of her intentions being pure is there."[/color] Look, I've been in this line of work longer then you have, Dear. I know when a lady is faking it to get what she wants.
[color=0E59E4]Two things. One, don't call me 'dear'. You're not my Dad and you're not my boyfriend. Two, be that as it may, as I don't know the lady, I'll give you the benefit of a doubt about her intentions. As for mine, I can assure it was as last time - keeping Kazuya away from the lot of you.[/color] "...Dude, I'm in this brig too. Take it up with the guards, not me."
Perhaps that would bear better fruit than talking with the sharpshooter... Pinching her nose, Teri turned to the guards, her healing Aura extending to the other people in the room before addressing the men currently attempting to hold Cortex back.
[color=0E59E4]"Gentlemen, Mr. Mishima sent me on business as last time. As for you, Doctor, I don't believe we've met."[/color]
Rising DawnIcarus, AI Vermilion
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"Myself or Dimitri can hear you over the surveillance system, Icarus."
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Vermilion's voice echoed from a speaker overhead, answering Icarus' call, [color=FF5349]
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"Dimitri is busy at the moment, but I can provide adequate enough service. What seems to be the issue?"
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Strider Hime AKA Furiae Caerleon [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/40/91/c3/4091c3263b3e9c33ce96fa9f989b2af8.jpg]
Location: MIT Ruins | USA: Cambridge, Massachusetts
Mood Music - Nightshift - Force of Nature [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0eKMDwT6XE]
[color=9f2b68]"Mission Start: Katana's locator is on the southern side of the 3rd floor, near the Administrators Office. Avoid contact with anyone. Once you find Katana, find the state of his mission and assist in it's completion."[/color]
"Right, now to find an access point...."
Scanning the area, Furiae found a female agent who looked about her size and began to shadow the unfortunate "victim", finally cornering the lady and asking sweetly, "I think one of my friends was lost in there. Do you think you could help me find him?"
"I'm sorry, Miss, but you should probably report to the missing persons area like everyone else." "I'm afraid I can't do that. Sorry."
Before the agent could answer, Furiae had punched her in the gut, and gave a chop on the back of the woman's neck, knocking the unknowing agent unconscious. Now would be the tricky part, getting the outfit on and looking like a legitimate member of the agents...
Several minutes later
Slipping her hair in the hair clip and readjusting her belt (she'd say it was a fashion statement, if anything), Furiae looked over her handywork, her costume now on the agent and she in the Agent's gear. Securing 'her' identification tag (and with a fresh excuse in mind that she redid her hair), it was time for the rest of the infiltration.
Her plan went without a hitch as she sketched her way inside, giving a noncommittal nod whenever anyone spoke her "name". However, once she was finally free from a majority of the agents, she pulled out a small scanner from her utility belt, and began to home in on Blade's signal. Furiae could only hope that the Pokemon wasn't too far gone...
James/Ginka set the food down on the table with a chuckle,"Takoyaki, silly! It's..." She tapped her chin as she thought of how best to explain what it was,"Well...it's a term to describe Octopus Balls. They're pieces of octopus meat that's been wrapped in batter and deep-fried. They're an incredibly popular food in Japan," She took a seat amongst them as she set down a couple cans of soda for the gang or whoever wanted them,"So, what you guys talking about?"
Rugal nodded in understanding as he picked out one of the training props from the rack, namely a metal staff, before using it as a makeshift fire-stoker for the pile of burning "Bodies" Angelus was scorching.
"I understand entirely. I've been blessed in that regard, Teri has a good head on her shoulders, her mother's training as well as the blessing of her god, something that tends to help. Melethia on the other-hand?...I wouldn't know if I was to be angry at a ransomer or to pity them..." He smirked as he crouched down slightly and enjoyed his own personal catharsis as that damn masked fuckingburned.
"While I do understand that they mightn't have had Melethia's training or Teri's faith, It would be good to remember that they've been a part of his crew longer then me. Couldn't have made it this far if they didn't have some skill of their own. Nevertheless, it's only natural to be protective of them, you are their mother. Part of the job description if I remember correctly..."
Standing back up before examining the red hot end of the staff, as well as the burnt chicken eye now melting onto it, He then added "As for Caim, I guess he's more comfortable and relaxed about these things as time goes on. Could be getting complacent, about both their safety and his..."Diplomatic immunity" to his partners flaming wrath. Hard not to after all we lived though, Hm?"
Quickly spinning the staff in his hand, flinging the eye back into the fiery pit from which it came, he then finished by saying "Having said that, I'm sure that he would rather murder every man, woman and child on this earth then let anyone or anything harm them. Ohhhh, and if anyone was to wrong you...Well...Lets just say the sweet embrace of death would be the second worst thing to happen to them that day..."
Flicking off some of the burning rubber off the tip as it cooled, he then looked over to her before adding (With the trademark Bernstein charm) "...Or if you beat him to it, the third..."
The Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Doom, Cortex, Teri, Garm
The two guards nodded slightly as they tried to keep Cortex under control, restraining him until they were able to get some zip-cuffs on.
"Alright, He's all yours Ms. Bernstein." One the guards said, right as Cortex went off on another mad tangent.
[color=b4b4]"I WILL TEAR YOUR EYES OUT AN-....Wait....M-m-miss Bernstein?!?!"[/color] Cortex stammered, instantly freezing as he realized both who he was talking to and just how fucked he was if he so much as looked at her funny.
[color=b4b4]"I-i-i-i-i-ohhhhh shit!...I-i-i'm sorry, I swear, I didn't know An-...Sorry! ohhhhh fuck...."[/color] He freaked out as he looked over at Doom, who was now curled up in the corner of his cell.
[color=b4b4]"...Yeah, HEY! YOU HEAR THAT, JUDAS!? FUCKING RUGAL'S KID IS HERE! WE ARE SCREWED, BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T KEEP YOUR FAT TRAP SHUT, YOU STUPID MISCARRIAGE OF A MAN!!"[/color] "'Fraid Blady has a point there, Metal-head. Heh-heh-heh..." Deadshot sniped in with a cruel comment, followed by a laugh while Doom buried his face in his knees, using what was left of his cloak to cover his head/shame.
[color=b4b4]"Awwwww, Shit. Alright, look, what do you want? Money? I can get you money! Lots of Money, you know how much one of my patents goes for in this economy? It's a LOT of money, you like money, don't you?! Uh-Uh-Mr. Bernstein LOVES money, Eh? Eh?"[/color] He frantically begged, unaware that the countless wounds he had picked up were in fact healing, even his hair.
"Ahhh...Sorry Faust, it's hard to keep track of everyone around here, Hell, only met yer wan[footnote]Slang for "That woman"[/footnote] yesterday..." David apologized as he gestured to Katya, right before Faust began to feel the kick of her own drink.
"Might want to take it a bit slower there, maybe have a mixer instead. Last thing you'd want to do is overdo it if you're one of the people who have to clean up after hours." He added before Ryan and Faith showed up.
"Oh Hey Ryan an-...Jenny?...Hey, thought you got shipped out by some Asian guy?..."
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"Jenny isn't blue, David. Jenny's green."
Caim explained, leading to the following exchange.
"And how do you know she didn't just change her hair dye?"
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"because half of her skin is the same color."
"...Or a different dress?..."
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"Hehehe, That's her skin, David. I thought you were able to hold your liquor better than that, West."
"...Really? Thought it was a dress...huh...More you know. Either, pleasure as always Ryan. And Lady." He said as he gave a slight toast as Ginka showed up with a nice meal.
"Eh, I'd settle for Spice Burger or something, but hey, I'm not one to turn down free grub. Cheers!" David said as he happily helped himself to some of Ginka's Taco-thingys, quickly taking a shine to them as he shoved a few into his mouth.
"Well...it's a term to describe Octopus Balls-"
And just like that, David suddenly began to cough and choke as the mental image of him scoffing down Octopus Testicles had the strange effect of instantly getting rid of his hunger as he grabbed a napkin to spit up the offending material in.
"-They're an incredibly popular food in Japan." Ginka then finished, leaving David to remark: "[sub]Which begs the question: What the fuck is with those guys?...[/sub]" as he washed his mouth out with his bourbon.
"So, what you guys talking about?"
"Oh, nothing really. Just kicking back after kicking ass, enjoying not being dead, standard Tuesday...Might have a date tonight, if I play my cards right..." The sniper chuckled, keen to get some more alone time with Furiae once her mission was over.
Furiae walked past the ruins of the concord, Agents taking note of the damage as well as taking stock of the weapons and other illegal materials that "Dr. Clancy Lang" was making here while members of the fire department tried to convince the DOTA pros to actually leave the building, most of them unaware that anything outside of mid-lane had happened.
All the while, she kept following the single, leading her to a large filing cabinet near one of the computer labs.
The closer she got to it, the more she could make out from frantic muffling as she pulled out her knife.
Opening up the cabinet, a bound and gagged but un-harmed Blade fell out, still dressed in his Reptile cosplay.
Pulling the duct tape from his mouth, he spat the taste of adhesive out of his mouth before saying "Urgggg...If Kazuya asks, there was 20 of them, alright?..." before rolling on his front for Furiae to cut the zip-cuffs, as well was the expertly bound ropes to prevent blade from cutting himself out.
Furiae gave a glad smile as she used her dagger to cut him out, asking "Well, aside from 20 of them, what happened?" "Got hit from behind. He was good, didn't hear him or see him until he had me downed. Don't know why he tied me up..." "Well, usually this sort of thing would be for...bait..." She realized as she got her guard up while the Groyvle rubbed his wrists. "Maybe...I didn't get to the Admin's office yet, but judging from the fact that you got that outfit, I take the crew got Cortex and the clean up crowd are here. You take point, I'll make sure he doesn't pull the same trick on you if he's still in the building. Besides, I think you'd be less noticable then me anyway..."
With a nod of agreement, Blade then leapt up onto the ceiling, using his lizard like body to cling to it while Furiae took the lead, getting a throwing knife ready...
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Strider Koukennin AKA Jenny and Strider Hien AKA Raging Asshole
Location: World Marshall HQ | USA: Denver, Colorado
Meanwhile, Jenny was busy trying to adjust her rather uncomfortable Strider Uniform, Turns out that Human Biology was different to hers and the only one they could find to fit her was one designed for a child. "Look, if they aren't supposed to see us, what does it matter what we wear?! She asked her CO as they rode an elevator to the top floor.
"I already told you, we're meeting with a trusted contact. We represent the Striders and must wear our colors with pride!" Hien explained as the doors opened and they were greeted by a red-haired woman in a business suit [http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/138/8/0/desperado_in_suit_by_zhiryono-d65npcx.jpg], Jenny reeling somewhat as she bowed before the both of them, that suit didn't really seem to function as well as it could, especially round the chest "Senator Armstrong will see you now..." Minstral cooed before leaning both Hien and Jenny into a large CEO's office where a rather large man was sitting, smoking cuban cigars as he read the paper, the headline "White House Staff Kidnapped!" on the front place.
"Ahhhh, Mr. Hien, pleasure as always. And this must be "Coke-ken-in"?..."
"It's actually pronounced "Coo-Ken-Nin", Mr. Senator..."
"Ahhh, whatever, she'll take whatever name we give her. Sit, sit..." The man said as Hien and Jenny both sat down in front of his desk. "So....A-are you going to be my employer?..." She nervously asked as she looked around, rather uncomfortable and it wasn't just the outfit.
"Ahhh, she speaks english? Heh, didn't think these aliens knew how!" The Senator laughed as he took a thick puff of his cigar. "A-ALIEN!? Now you listen to me-"
"Strider Koukennin!" Hien snapped before silencing Jenny, much to her annoyance. "Uhhh, look, what do you want me for? Why did you ask for me especially?..."
"Well, Miss "Coke-Cain-in", My friend spoke rather highly of your skills and seeing how well his friend Hi-Re-Yo di-"
"*AHEM!*" Hien interrupted, Giving Armstrong a dirty look. "...wait...Hiryu works for you?..."
"Oh, Lots of people work for me, Girl...That is a girl right?..."
Finally having enough of the Senators's rubbish, Jenny put her hand to her head as she went to find out if he had the same amount of mental protection as Hien had...
"...What's she going now?...Oi, Lady thi-
[HEADING=1]"YOU MOTHERLESS BASTARD!"[/HEADING]
Right after her outburst, Armstrong felt a crushing force around his throat while Hien was thrown across the room, slamming right into Mistral, his face landing right in her bres- "You disgusting piece of shit! I know EVERYTHING! She screamed as she violently pulled Armstrong out of his seat and into the air, the Senator trying in vain to un-tighten the invisible noose around his neck. "Now! You are going to tell me where Hiryu is right this insta-..."
Her rant was interrupted by a splatter of blood appearing on Armstrong's suit, followed by the sinking feeling that it wasn't his blood.
Looking down at her own chest, she saw a pair of glowing blue blades standing right next to her own red chest fin, currently poking clean though her body and dripping with blood.
Before she could even let the pain sink in, she was suddenly tossed to the side as the sheath camo of Armstrong's Personal Guard [http://41.media.tumblr.com/62aef801a6ab7d3e0dc88d0d225e3021/tumblr_n3sh8c1KCC1sh19qjo1_1280.png] went down and he stood over the Gardevoir.
"*Cough Cough*...Festy one, isn't she?..." Armstrong coughed as his rubbed his neck, he could feel the bruising already. "Hello Mommy! Mommy, Can I please have some chocolate? I'd love some Mars Bar-" Hien mumbled in the french woman's chest, right before he was pulled out of it and slapped right across the face.
Jenny looked up at the machine as she held her mid-section, coughing and hacking from the blood filling her lungs.
"Alright...Fulgore...Take this one to labs, Get her suited up."
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[YES, SENATOR.]
And the last thing Jenny saw was Fuglore's foot stomping down right on top of her head...
The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | The Canteen ///@KatyR: Better half? What's this chick talking about?///
There was a look of absolute confusion that made itself known on the swaying Haxxx0r seated at the Canteen's Bar. The confusion was caused by the question that the young blonde girl in the crimson robes had posed as there were multiple ways that the query could be interpreted. Who was this other girl that Faust was talking about? Was this other girl really a poorly hidden reference towards Faust herself? Was this reference to Katya's own better half a reference to B3WP? Was this question of interface a question about communicating with an attractive member of the crew or was it a question about a different, more physical form of interface.
Katya was way too buzzed to consider there questions and there was only one way to remedy the issue. Motioning towards Luke, she ordered four Irish Car Bombs [footnote] 1/2 shot of Jameson's Irish Whisky floated on 1/2 shot of Bailey's Irish Creme dropped into a 3/4 pint of Guinness.[/footnote], indicating that two of the Car Bombs should go to the Dawn's own Irish Sniper.
"Daaaaaavid. Hey! HEEEEY! HEEEEEEEY! DAAAAVID. Thanx fur saving mah ass, man!!" The young haxxx0r said as she dropped one of the shots into a pint glass, chugging the brew before the Bailey's had a chance to curdle.
"WOOOOOO!!!!' The young woman exclaimed as she returned her attention to Faust.
"Elaborate. Wut do you mean by my better half and wut do you mean by interface because I cud arrange private lessons about interface with David. Judging by that blush I dun' think he wud mind," Katya said as she shattered a champagne bottle against the HMS Faust and David.
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Paradigm Story | Sweden | House of Oberon
BEWP had Ruby nod her head slowly. Though it had not devoted any processing time to simulating the possible outcomes of such an action, the fact that it had thrown in its lot with the remainder of those allied against Blackharte seemed the more to be of greater importance in factors taken into consideration.
"
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I will do this for you. I don't, however, know what you hope to find as our machine code may not be compatible. It was only through an adaptive interface that we were able to communicate. It might be possible that I am consumed by his nano-mass.
" BEWP warned. This however was not a consideration that BEWP was taking as it fully intended to do what had been asked of it.
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906] and Johnny Gat.
Location: Abandoned Warehouse | USA: outside of DC | Avatar Adventure.
At the shout of Gat, The President quickly turned around and gave a scowl. This was one situation that would not go well, but that usually happens when you are involved with the Saints. Turning around back, the world leader tapped away, eager to finish his task. Yet as he finally entered the last command for the pawn to turn himself, the loud metallic crash came from behind.
Turning around, The President found his greatest soldier in one of the consoles. Giving a low grunt, The President felt that this was not going to be easy. "Nice jacket." He vocally jabbed, just right before the punch struck his stomach area. The boots of The President struck sparks against the ground as he was forced to skid back. Leaving a second to breath, the man in the suit cracked his neck. "Nice punch" The President said, coming head to head with the stranger.
Yet, this President unleashed his true attack. Launching one of his legs, the campaigner was hoping to knock this man on the ground.
Faust suppressed a hiccup. The sudden introduction of alcohol was wreaking havoc on her body. Something that surprised Faust immensely. I was supposed to be immune. I'm... a machine... why is it that I can't... She put a hand over her mouth as her face reddened. BlackHarte... you... asshole... Faust's eyes suddenly opened in shock as she slammed down another drink. At least, slammed as much as possible as you could slam a gin and tonic on rocks. Katya and David were saying something but right now Faust's facilities were more marred than she thought possible. She... I... these thoughts. I should not be thinking these thoughts... How, why... am I no longer tied to the collective!?
Faust leaned on the counter, teetering on the bar stool, she said with a soft nervous laugh, "I, I mean... haha. Nothing like that. It's a girl... a girl you see... she's like... she's like my older sister I guess? She's kinda like you Katya..." Faust put a finger on Katya's forehead and giggled. What am I saying!? Faust leaned forward and motioned the bartender to fill her drink again. "She's cute, bubbly, and a little air headed at times, but I love her all the same." Faust gave a long silent pause as she stared at the ice floating in the drink. "The problem is she's been having trouble with her nanomachines. Her interface module broke some time ago so I can't figure out what's wrong. Just that the little bots aren't listening to her body no more."
"Faust hun' you must stop letting yourself say so much when you only had one or two drinks," the bartender said. Faust looked up at the bartender and smiled. Wasn't there only one before? She was a short woman, maybe in her late teens or early twenties. Her hair was blonde, bright like spun gold, and her skin was an alabaster that shone like the moon. She had a modest figure, almost too modest. If she didn't have waist length hair and a feminine face Faust would have definitely said she was a boy. Her eyes were a dazzling blue.
"I know, I know," Faust said grinning. They had never talked before, yet they acted like best friends. Is she actually part of the staff? A name danced on the tip of Faust's tongue. "Dolores, how long do you intend to keep serving a minor heavy drinks anyway."
Dolores smiled back while taking an aside glance at Katya, "Don't kid yourself hun, you're at least 26. And 26 with no man, such a shame. You aren't lacking in looks though. Besides I'm not the one giving these cocktails to her."
"You talk about keeping family secrets, but here you are running your mouth with everyone else in the damn canteen," Faust took a sip of her drink. It tasted pleasant. Cold and dry on her tongue that bled into a slow burn in her stomach. The bartender gave a sly smile. "The pot is calling the kettle black here."
"Well," the bartender insisted, "you aren't exactly the sharpest lightbulb in the glove compartment if you know what I mean."
Faust gave a snorting laugh. I can't control myself. The bartender turned to Katya and handed her another drink. "A water-mix to keep you running. You had lots of pop-cocktails. Time you had something classy to calm you down."
"But yeah, the nanomachines don't listen to her anymore and they keep sharding. Developing new personalities and partitions. We don't know what to do. If this keeps up then she might actually die. The personalities are on the verge of war. The evolution of their processes have become divergent."
He Who Would be God Chapter: 5 - Preemptive Strike, the Pawn Location: Oberon's Estate | Sweden
The red mage smiled and embraced the young girl named Ruby Babbage-Lovelace. "I am so grateful that you will do this for me." Gentle tears rolled down his leathery face. Age had not been kind to the rebellious red mage. Yet he could not fight his destiny. To be red, to struggle against order. That is the fate for our dutiful protagonists. The Power of Order, the power of logic, is the right of the world to impose its internal realities upon the impetus that these actors play. I wonder how this story will go, I have seen this scene many times, yet I wonder, will this time be any different?
"I will be honest with you Bewp," the red mage said. "The last Observer we sent to seek BlackHarte never returned. What we got back instead was Kyre, torn to half a dozen pieces. We were lucky that we did not lost another member of our meager force." They had lost their key player, the planes-walking Chaos Knight Nessaj and his powerful steed Armageddon. Now the planeswalking was done by the neophyte Lucieon and the extra-planar machination known as CZ.
Dolores wrapped her arms around Ruby and cried out in anger. "Why would you make it so that poor little Ruby has to risk her life?" The red mage looked solemnly sad. Though that seemed to be his default expression. Old age does humble even the most arrogant men.
"Because Ruby is the only one that has the capability to enter without Observation. If we sent anyone else, they would succumb quickly to BlackHarte's influence. This was the case with the Lucieon and Kyre before we managed to pull them out under my Observational capability." Titania shook her head and sighed, "It has to be another Observer like me who's inherited the ability to Observe themselves."
There was a much simpler explanation though. A story had no purpose if it had no audience. Bewp, and by extension his own Observer was that audience. I concede to Titania that her logic is satisfactory.
"This is a haven right now, a place that is ill-defined and difficult to Observe. To make the leap into the World of Darkness you have to leave here. Master Oberon will assist you in the endeavor," the mage in red gave the larger baker man a smile before retiring up the stairs. Oberon stood up. He cradled Titania like a child and began to walk.
"There is a charm that protects us here yes, but there is also old magic in these lands. Come to the basement and I will open a portal for you to the World of Darkness. Be wary, he will try to sway you with paradise. Do not fall for his cruel tricks."
Dolores pouted on the cough. Deborah was holding onto the young woman. As much as Dolores wanted to stand up and follow Ruby, she couldn't.
And then I couldn't see them anymore
The next that I could observe, Deborah had fallen asleep on the couch. Dolores was leaving the room with Oberon and Ruby. The air around them shimmered with the telltale residue of Phenomena Intervention... but who was it? Who did it? There were no Observers watching the event other than myself. The traces left were shimmering a brilliant blue. A force of Order trying to quell the rising Rebellion. But which one was the traitor? I was interested to see the outcome.
Bewp, Ruby, and Dolores left the world soon thereafter.
I wonder what kind of paradise Bewp's mind would conjure up once they reached BlackHarte's World of Darkness.
The Sniper stared at the shot for a moment before he slowly turned back to Katya.
"...You fucking Racist! Alright, now let me tell you why this is bullshit-" David started to rant slightly as Kayta gave him an Irish Car Bomb, unaware that it was both offensive to the Irish and not even Irish! It was Fake!Irish, the Worst Kind after possibly Dublin!Irish!
Not bothering to feed the troll as Kayta tried to pair him up with Faust, He then went on about the history of the Troubles and how this American made drink was spitting on the graves of the victims of the infamous Omagh bombing. (Regardless if they were paying attention or not)
Once he got all the emotion out of his system, he then noticed Dolores serving the drinks, something that he felt he would have noticed much sooner.
"...Huh...Didn't know Luke had an assistant. Here, you can take this one back. I'll just take a top up on my bourbon, Cheers." He said as he slid the tainted drink away right as he heard a voice inside his head.
"Sorry about not saying anything earlier! As you were informed, my name is Faith. Nice to meet you guys! Also don't panic, i'm just talking to you telepathically ... i can't really talk with my mouth sadly."
"...oh yeah...Almost forgot you guys could do th-...Wait, where you reading my mind?...Because you better not have been! Seriously, hard enough to get a quiet moment around here without having to share my headspace..." He then asked in a rather defensive tone. "Guessing you know her, David? ... I honestly can't recall who she is."
"Ahhhh, new blood. Signed up about a day or two ago. One them kids who thinks Social Media makes for a good upbringing. Hell of a hacker though..." He then added as he took another sip of his booze.
"And yourself? How have you been holding up since Philie called us up? (The Persona Arc) And how exactly did you meet little miss NSA here?" He joked, though there was a slight bit of malice to the telepath in his voice, strange...
Kazuya was busy going over the Data that Icarus was able to lift from MIT while the rest of his staff made the most of the informal leave they earned, most of them going towards that little shin-gig Icarus was booking at the other end of the base.
While he was normally the kind to chew them out for taking un-authorized leave, he was in too good of a mood to care.
First they got Dr. Cortex and now that Angel actually caught them Wesker, or shall we say "Dr. William Birkin."
[color=9f2b68]The Great Dr. Wesker...Taken down by simple attachment to a old friend...[/color] He smirked to himself, recalling the former Dr. Birkin, someone who was actually a big part of the Ade- "Out, out! This isn't yours anymore, I'm taking a reward, and a shit-show party ain't gonna be it!"
The smirk basically melted off his face as he heard Wanderer attempt to hijack one of his VTOLs as he then taunted Kazuya about his intentions. "I hope you don't mind, moneybags."
[color=9f2b68]"You are free to hope, but it doesn't make it reality..."[/color] He shot back as he handed the report back to one of his men while Violet tried to calm him down. "Hey, now, lets not get too hasty Dr. Wanderer! If you want a VTOL, we could arrange a payment pla-"
[color=9f2b68]"Shut up, Violet."[/color] "I-Er-hmmm...."
When Wanderer waved the gun around, Kazuya merely stood there and slightl adjusted his gloves a little.
[color=9f2b68]"Now...I'm going to count to 3, and when I reach 3, you will get out of my VTOL Transport and also my field of vision...
1...
2..."[/color] He counted as he didn't so much as budge or blink to Wanderer's Threats...
Strider Hime AKA Furiae Caerleon [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/97/36/16/97361643ce953de9e96adaebf47396e9.jpg] And Strider Katana AKA Blade.
Location: MIT Ruins | USA: Cambridge, Massachusetts
After a few tense minutes of sneaking around, Furiae and Blade soon came across Dr. Lang/Cortex's office, but before either of them could look inside, they could see the door was already wide open as a Man in a Matt Horner Cosplay [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.101127-The-Escapist-Avatar-Adventure-An-Open-RP-Now-Re-Opened?page=835#21780687] busy looking though the files on the doctor's computer.
"-After the President made his speech, Dr. Cortex instructed Inuart to make his way to a location in New Mexico desert, Guess he thinks the Rising Dawn had something to do with his "Death". Aside from that, I'm not finding anything on the ODIN Project. While I've confirmed that Dr. Cortex was infact making parts for the weapons system, it must be housed in another location." A rather familiar voice said as he spoke into a mobile phone on loudspeaker, all while not taking his eyes off the computer. "Good work, my little esclave. Now, copy everything and get back to back. au revoir!"
The second she hung up, the man put the phone away before suddenly uttering a simple, yet at the same time confusing message:
"Strider Hime and Katana. Enter the room, stand in the western most corner, stand perfectly still and do not enter my field of vision or I will be forced to attack you both."
Blade was about to freak about how that man knew his name, but he soon figured out how he did. "...Hiryu?!" He said before he rushed inside, Hiryu halting him with a simple gesture of his hand.
"If you value my life, stay out of my sight. My eyes aren't my own..." He warned as he pretended to scratch the side of his head, bringing attention to the fact that he seemed to have one eye a different color now.
Hitting the download command, he kept his eyes peeled on the progress meter and away from his students.
"I don't have much time and I'm sure you have many questions..."
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906] and Johnny Gat Vs Krizalid
Stage: Abandoned Warehouse | USA: outside of DC | OST: Cutting Edge [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05d80t2ArIQ]
While getting kicked in the leg by someone wearing what was basically power armor did hurt, The tanned assassin didn't seem to be too affected as he countered with a swift backhand to the President's Helmet, hitting with enough force to crack it slightly, whatever he was fighting, it wasn't human.
"Ach, tis grand, aren't tey? C' mere then, lets gets yeh a nice helping then!" He then taunted as he stood still for a moment before suddenly his suit Flashed slightly [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/characters2/krizalid-flash.gif] and then-
"Orrrrrrrrrrrrrahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-LANGER [http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Langer]LANGER [http://i2.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/529/808/39d.gif]LANGER [http://i.imgur.com/GY9xu2x.gif]LANGER [https://scottthong.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/dio3.JPG]LANGER [http://i3.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/772/609/53d.gif]LANGER!! [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/characters2/krizalid-punches.gif]" He began to frantically scream as he opened up with a impossible barrage of punches [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/characters2/krizalid-punches.gif] that chewed though just about everything in it's way, be it the floor, the computers terminals, the ceiling, a officer who was unlucky enough to get in the way, all of them were crushed under an insane amount of strikes, compacting them like a can in a vice being hit with 20 hammers at once.
The crazied man then began to advance on the president, backing him up to the wall, a few of the stray strikes impacting harder then most firearms against his armor.
What the hell did they do to this guy?!
The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | The Canteen ///@KatyR: All j00r botz R b3l0ng t0 m3!!///
Despite the severity of the rant that David attempt to lay onto Katya, the Rising Dawn's Haxx0r H3r01n3's grin only got larger and larger and larger as the Irish Sniper and Part Time Irish Historian got more and more worked up over the offered drinks. As he lectured the young woman about the history of the Irish Car Bomb, Katya placed her mobile device on the bar, recording the rant and streaming it to the 23chan boards. This would probably go viral in a few days, which suited Katya just fine.
Turning her attention to the waif of a crimson robed blonde that had been asking for her advice, her ears perking at the prospect of getting her hands on more Nano-Code.
The problems with Nano-Agents were that they didn't have enough internal storage to keep a complete copy of the machine code that ran their various processes. That was why the code was stored over groups numbering several thousand nano-agents like a spanned RAID array. If the group that was responsible for the neural interface was malfunctioning, it would need to be rebooted or the processes would need to be manually routed to another group of nano-agents. The problem was that in order to reboot the agents, there would need to be an external interface that allowed commands to be sent to the interface group. The other process involved physically removing the group of nano-agents which would cause the interface processes to fail over to another group.
This was fairly basic in terms of trouble shooting artificial construct programming. The more complex problem, and consequently more interesting portion of the issue was the issue of the sharding personalities. B3WP's programming disallowed this to occur in that B3WP was only able to generate subordinate copies of itself. Only one version of B3WP was allowed to run commands. This meant that Faust's friend's code did not include this failsafe and the routine that was used to generate copies was stuck in an infinite loop.
"Sounds like ~hic~ your f-f-friend needs to update their code." Katya slurred as she looked at the water glass that had been placed in front of her.
"You know what fish do in this right?" The young Haxxx0r said, leaving it up to the new-tender's imagination to fill in the blanks.
"W... who's this friend of yours... I... I'd like to meet her. hehehehe."
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Paradigm Story | World of Darkness
To BEWP and Ruby, the World of Darkness appeared to be quite the misnomer for the area they found themselves in. Though the upper atmosphere of the cold planet was frigid, cold enough to condense Hydrogen and Helium into a semi-liquid state, the surface cratered surface of the world they found themselves on was warmed by an exposed molten core. Between the red light lit the surface and the light of a sun that filtered through the blueish atmosphere, the world was cast in purple.
"
Code:
This place is familiar.
" BEWP said through Ruby's lips as she looked around, not knowing where she was.
"Wh-where's Mommies?" Ruby whispered in a voice bordering on a sob, "Wh-where ar-are we?"
"
Code:
Uncertain.
" BEWP said as he looked at the local flora. They were in a forest, one of many that naturally appeared around the oases of the sections exposed to the warmth of the core. There was a lake nearby, steam rising off its surface. Scanning the lake, BEWP detected many micro-organisms that were of similar structure to BEWP's own biological components.
Selena quietly entered the Canteen somewhat anxious She hadn't quite gotten used to the majority of people on the Rising Dawn she Also was rather nervous in case that crazed... thing attacked her again she had concealed the scepter inside of it's sheathe sealing it so it had almost no trace shrinking it so it hid in a small satchel at her hip. Very few could find it save for maybe anything with contact to the dangerous entity sealed inside the scepter. She wasn't sure but she suspected that creature may have been sent by the entity, but she couldn't Prove it and also didn't want to admit she had the Demonic Scepter, it usually wasn't something You kept with you.
Rising DawnIcarus, AI Vermilion
Icarus smiled, his face getting partially red.
"well umm a few people seem a bit stressed and well I had this idea, of maybe playing some music and inviting the crew to a lil swing dance, I used to do it all the time when I was growing up." His face was getting more red when it slowly dawned on him how rather silly his Idea might be to other people.
"I have a list of songs My family would swing dance to, and two curve-balls." he says with the last idea bringing a large smirk to his face.
Faust gave a sidelong glance at Selena as she entered the Canteen. Faust's mind was muddled so though Selena looked familiar, Faust could not recall exactly why. She let the mystery woman out of her mind until the matter became more pressing. Dolores looked taken aback as she leaned over the counter and watched Katya drink the water mix. She smiled slyly. "Its a water-mix not just water. I pride myself on the subtle flavor of my drinks, not just the complexity. Its the execution as much as the ingredients dear."
"The friend... my older sister as it were," Faust gave a goofy smile, "I really just have no idea where she is right now! But, I'm sure that I can figure out where she is in given time." Faust paused, something came to mind. "Oh yeah... she did leave a few of her things in her old room. Do you think that it'd be useful to take a look at that?"
"Should you two really be making decisions while shitfaced?" Dolores covered her mouth to mask an amused giggle.
Faust ignored Dolores. "its this thing... an interface module I think. Its broke to all hell, but she used to jack into it all the time when she needed to rest."
He Who Would be God Chapter: 5 Preemptive Strike, the Pawn Location: Aether Noctis | Orbis Aterrimorum
Selmy had stumbled into a shattered world with B3WP, the sights and sounds were foreign. The sky was alien. How was this a paradise? B3WP pressed onward, taking a survey of the local fauna and flora. Selmy kept close to the girl. Her heart beat with a certain excited uncertainty. This place felt a little familiar at the same time it felt alien.
"Do you get the feeling that we aren't the only people here Ruby?" Selmy asked. Her voice was a little louder than a hushed whisper.
The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | The Canteen ///@KatyR: 3'r33 d@i @hn huzz11n///
The Rising Dawn's newly inducted member's face tweaked itself into an uncomfortable look. While it was Katya Rostikova's place to sexual harass each and every member of the crew, it was an uncomfortable experience to be on the other side of the coin, or rather it was an uncomfortable experience to perceive being on the other side of the coin. Though most people might have taken Faust's requests at face value, the normally sexually charged deviant took it totally wrong.
"Waaait a second heeere chicky! Are y-you hittin' on meee? W... wai's it so hot in here? D... did you slip me a Micky? Th... that's a sh... shitty thing!" Katya managed to slur in a manner that was as extreme as the manner in which she was swaying in her seat, "I... I'm not th... ~hic~ that kind of gurl, missy!"
Actually typically she was that sort of girl but that little fact was lost on the rather inebriated hacker heroine. I mean if it wasn't for the fact that she had found a bartender that was willing to server her alcohol, she more than likely would have attempted to hit on the spider queen relentlessly until Elise had relented. If it wasn't for the fact that she was in a hurry to get a buzz, she might have asked Wanderer to watch or join in. But it just so happened that Katya enjoyed the newly found sensation of getting a buzz (and Escapist is a PG site that would frown upon graphic depictions of a threesome).
"
Code:
Little Miss, I believe the young woman is truly asking for your assistance. Her voice pattern indicates honesty
" B3WP chimed in over Katya's mobile device.
"Shut it you. No one asked you." Katya muttered before turning her attention back to Faust.
"Fiiiine. I'll look at it. But first...." The Over Sexed Socialite said as she turned her attention back to Luke," What are you doing still staaanding here. Don't chu have a woman to woooo?"
Never mind the fact that Katya was keeping Luke on his toes with the constant request for booze.
[hr]
Paradigm Story | World of Darkness
Ruby turned to Selmy and shrugged her shoulders a bit. While this world was beautiful in its own way, the young girl could not shake the fact that there were things watching them from the distance that had a desire to rip the girl's pale flesh into bloody ribbons. This fear was multiplied by the fact that her mothers were no where to be seen. Looking down at her feet, she saw that as she had stopped, small blades of bluish grass had begun to sprout, the heat generated from the young girl's body fooling the seedlings into believing that they were near a heat oases.
"Do... do you know where we are Miss Selmy?" Ruby asked meekly.
BEWP moved the young girl forward towards the nearby lake, plants sprouting to life where she walked. At the lake's edge, the daughter of Titania and Deborah looked into the water and gasped with surprise. The silhouette of massively large fish could be seen through the water, back lit by a section of super heated rock.
"
Code:
Curious.
" BEWP muttered as it scanned the fish and found that it wasn't one animal so much as a colony of the biologics that it had detected working to act like a fish.
"Wow... they're so big!" Ruby exclaimed as she imagined one of those fish being the size of the one that swallowed Jonah whole. Looking deeper into the water, Ruby saw the shadow of something far larger and not as sedate. A scaled arm shot up from the depths and grabbed one of the giant black Koi and dragged it into the depths. The scene unfolding so quickly it caused Ruby to jump back and land on her back, only to catch a glimpse of something that floated in the sky like a giant hot air balloon.
The floater drifted by slowly, pushed along by the slower air currents found in the lower atmosphere. As it did passed, Ruby saw the giant tubes that drifted up into the churning blue gasses, sucking in the frigid helium and hydrogen, the gasses keeping it aloft as it hunted for prey with its tentacles that hung down low near the ground.
Taking note of Kazuya's countdown, Wanderer simply shook his head in disappointment. "Not taking me seriously. The usual first and last mistake they make." The Shadow said without emotion, an almost pitying look gazing at Kazuya. Sighing, his thoughts took to the usual anger for one who denied a monster. The instinct to fight was born once more.
Code:
("[color=orange]Wait. No[/color] [color=crimson]blood, not yet[/color].")
It was the voice in his head, and not the usual once, it was the total being of Wanderer, both human and monster, whom desired to have everything wrapped around his pinkie. With the last second, Wanderer reached into the almost infinite depths of his lab coat. Finding just the item, the Wasteland Warrior threw a hexagon-shaped object, most of the combat personnel would recognize that it is a stun grenade in a matter of seconds.
Yet with that throw, Wanderer had already closed the VTOL door, sat down in the pilot seat, and began to take off again. To himself, Wanderer was glad that he had kicked the pilots out. Of course though, seeing the personality of Kazuya, Wanderer smirked. "He'd rather take this whole thing down than rather let me have it." He said, but his smirk betrayed that was what he wanted.
"Sometimes you have to take things for yourself."
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906] and Johnny Gat Vs Krizalid
Stage: Abandoned Warehouse | USA: outside of DC | OST: Cutting Edge [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05d80t2ArIQ]
Bracing himself from the barrage, The President could feel the weight behind them, some even managed to bypass the armour by force and crack several bones. "Argh, and he had to be blood Irish too!" The President spat with a disgusted tone, his cockney accent being charming as ever. This plan was taking a surprising turn, especially since whatever this man was, he could better alien technology from another universe.
Turning his head slightly, the leader could spot his main man. "Johnny, get ... up!" He ordered, hoping that the man was not strong enough to full knock Gat unconscious. Several more punches got in, and The President could feel blood in his throat already. "God damn it Johnny, I'll get your arse up for you!" The Prez grunted, as he took a few hits to jump back further.
Pulling out a weird device [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/9/90/SRIV_Special_-_Abduction_Gun_-_Abduct-O-Matic_-_Default.png/revision/latest?cb=20131029215321], the room could feel The President's cocky smirk looking down upon them. Pulling the trigger, the weapon seemed to do nothing but light up the ground around Krizalid.
"Going up, wanker! The President finally said as the ceiling began to rip away to reveal a power in the night sky above.
[color=9f2b68]"..3-"[/color]
Kazuya was able to finish his countdown as Wanderer threw his stun grenade, The G-Corp CEO being able to swat it aside with the back of his hand, causing it to "Harmlessly" go off near Violet's face. "OH GOD! MY EYES! THE GLASSES, THEY DO NOTHING!" He screamed though his facial burns as Kazuya went to get his VTOL back, right as Wanderer shut the door in his face and began to take off.
Not wanting this for obvious reasons, Kazuya quickly took to action, running towards the front of the transport.
As Wanderer tried to taxi out of the hanger, he got a nasty surprise when the man he was stealing from leap up in front of the cockpit, grabbing onto the front of the VTOL before punching clean though the windshield and into Wanderer's face, knocking him out of the pilot's seat.
Breaking apart the rest of the glass, he then climbed his way into the cockpit before pulling the emergency stop lever, causing the VTOL to jut to a halt.
[color=9f2b68]"No one...I repeat, No one, steals from Kazuya Mishima..."[/color] He said as he advanced on the doctor, now up close and personal: Just where he wanted him as he went to kick the living shit out of him.
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906] and Johnny Gat Vs Krizalid
Stage: Abandoned Warehouse | USA: outside of DC | OST: Cutting Edge [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05d80t2ArIQ]
"-LANGER-LANGERLANGERLANGERLANGERLANGERLAN-Oi, wut ya doing?!" Krizalid said as he was slowly pulled off the ground and was shoved right into the ceiling, pinned to it by the strange weapon the president was using.
"'EY! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE YOU MENTAL ****!" He swore as he tried to get himself back down from the ceiling to no avail, even as he tried to use fire expelling from his body to do so (Now sure how that would work, but he was too pissed to really let that stop him).
Gat meanwhile had finally picked himself back up, gesturing to his boss as he held his bleeding head.
"Ahhhh....Why are those damn computers so thick?..." He asked himself as he brushed off some circuit wires off his shoulders before getting back to the crowd, all the base personnel looking rather nervous as their "Ace in the Hole" uselessly trashed on the roof.
"...Fuck it, we give up!" one of them said as he put his hands up, soon to be joined by everyone else as Krizalid screamed confusing insults at everyone in the room.
So long as that beam held up, it was basically Mission Accomplished.
The declaration was heard strongly by Wanderer, a flash of rage changing his face. "You are a walking cliche!" His voice bellowed, the Doctor's feet backing slowly away. Even the bad side of Wanderer knew how powerful this man was in close combat, for the aura and stance betrayed him. Facing Kazuya in this kind of professional clothing was a swift death sentence. "Here is a little t-" Wanderer said as he suddenly cut himself off, only to dig into his pockets and spray a handful of sand into Kazuya's face.
With Wanderer out of vision, by the time Kazuya would catch a glimpse of him, the mad Doctor would be already coming for him. Wanderer's figure was covered in flexible armour [http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2012/264/7/b/fallout_nv__courier_6_sketch_by_mightovermagic-d5fhck3.jpg], a flowing cloak, and a black mask that only conveyed this current personality. Of course, this was not the objects to focus on, for what came at Kazuya was two items on Wanderer's hands. One on the right hand spun with energy and old crimson covering the blade, it was a saw hand [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/9/97/Industrial_hand.png/revision/latest?cb=20110921022032]. On the other hand was a familiar fist [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/d/d4/Saturnite_fist_super-heated.png/revision/latest?cb=20111004124442], that flew like a flaming bird.
Even before he launched his siege, a plan was already in progress.
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906], Johnny Gat and stuck Krizalid.
Stage: Abandoned Warehouse | USA: outside of DC | OST: Cutting Edge [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05d80t2ArIQ]
Shaking his head at the new prisoner, The President saw his commanding war general awaken as his arms kept the weapon up and activated. "Just like your head." He said right back to Gat. Pointing his head to the captured Krizalid, The President handed the Abduction Gun to Gat. "Do you know Irish ... I think he said something about potatoes." The Leader chuckled as he whipped his communicator out, along with another long[footnote]Not his penis.[/footnote] item.
"This is Boss to Freckle *****, Boss to Freckle *****. We have taken command over the wanker's base, I repeat we have taken over the wanker's base. Also we captured some Irish guy, we might want to consider taking him in." The President said, and over a second of silence, The President changed his face to anger. "No Pierce, I'm not changing the Crib's codename ... We all love Freckle Bitches!" Immediately after that, he hung up the call.
Walking back to Gat, he held his most handy, penis-shaped weapon, in all of its floppy, purple glory. "Okay, keep him there, I'm going to try and knock him out before reinforcements come ... and if ANYONE tries to run ... I have worse things to use on you ... like a probe."
"...Thank God you don't seem to have to worry about a vow of celibacy then..." David awkwardly joked, that was one mental image that would stay with him for a while and not in a good way as he resumed his drink in a bid to remove it.
"On top of that, how did you get that job? I mean, last time we talked, you were a bit more..."Scaly"...I mean, unless that's you got the gig..." The sniper then asked, recalling that Ryan did look a bit more human then he last recalled.
As he began to wonder what Jenny would think about hearing Ryan hooking up with one of her kind, Right as a slight migraine kicked in, nearly making him spill his drink as he held the side of his head.
Code:
"Oh?...You alright, West?..."
"Yeah, yeah, just-...Must be that tumble out of the helicopter the other day flaring up again...Yo, Barkeep, mind if I get some extra ice and an aspirin?..." he answered as he tried shaking it off, yanking out one of the ice cubes and putting it in a napkin before pressing it against his head.
"Still, if what Ryan here says is true, then you'e seen your share of combat, Faith? I mean, Jenny told me a bit about the kind of "Legends" that roam around there. And you took on two of them?..." He asked, something was off about how he was saying it, like he didn't quite trust her...
[color=9f2b68]"Ngh!...Really, this is your plan?..."[/color] Kazuya said with some annoyance as he wiped his closed eyes, underacting to the Khan Trick, you really think Martial Artists can't handle some dust to the eyes?
Once he opened them though, he was met with a sudden strike with a flaming metal fist to the chest, that part he could handle, but not long after it connected, he felt something...off.
[color=9f2b68]"!!!...What-...did you-"[/color] He strained to say as his body seemed to "lock up" all of a sudden, quickly realizing that this mad bastard most likely hit some pressure point or something, allowing him to get the follow up knock down attack, allowing him to pin him to the ground before punching him repeatedly with the Industrial Fist in the face with the same results you would expect.
Right after his V.A.T.S. Strikes finished, Wanderer noticed a VERY angry Kazuya glaring at him as his eye glowed bright red.
"WHAT?! WHO'S TALKING!? I CAN'T SEE A THING!" Violet yelled though the burns and broken glass in his face as the guards on sight stood by, their weapons trained on the VTOL as Nadalia asked what had happened.
"It was the unstable one, said he wanted to take one of the transports for himself. The boss disagreed and well-"
Before that NPC could finish, he was interrupted by Wanderer getting blasted clean though the wall of the VTOL by a large laser burst.
This was then followed by Kazuya walking into view as the smoke settled, deep bleeding cuts all over his face from getting pummeled with an industrial saw.
[color=9f2b68]"...Alright...Now you got me mad..."[/color] He then said in the understatement of the year as he leapt down from the hole in the transport before dashing over and violently kicking Wanderer in the gut before he could even get up, Ironically with enough force to make him stumble back onto his feet before Letting Wanderer know just how upset he was about the current state of affairs [http://share.gifyoutube.com/vJWG0q.gif].
[color=9f2b68]"Good thing you are a doctor, you're going to need one."[/color] He remarked as he launched him skyward with the final blow, hoping he had finally hit him hard enough to force some sense back into him.
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906] and Johnny Gat Vs Krizalid
Stage: Abandoned Warehouse | USA: outside of DC | OST: Cutting Edge [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05d80t2ArIQ]
Being able to hear Pierce's sigh of annoyance all the way over in the warehouse, the President stood by as his men soon appeared on the scene as Gat said "Yes, because all Asian-Americans are known for their knowledge of the Irish Language. You're the one who get's the Shamrock every Saint Patrick's day, you tell me what he's saying!"
"Ohhhh when i git out of here, I'mma be all over ya like shinga-OOF!" Krizalid went to say before a nice face-full of thick rubber dick shut him up, resulting in him flopping lifelessly to the ground once the Abduct-o-Ray was turned off.
"...So...you work for the president then?..." one of the slimy-er looking officers said as his partners were being arrested.
"My Employer has a message for you...."Whatever you find here is pointless, only I know everything about this base and the others in the country and I am about to die right no-"...Oh-" was his final words before the right side of his face exploded, ending his life like the others he had seen before.
Right on cue, all the lesser officers began to panic as they watched their contracts all get terminated, as well as watching the last few seconds of their lives tick away as their heads blew up one by one.
Either they found a way to counteract those "Eye-Bombs" or there would be no one left to grill for info!
Fausts tried to stand but she couldn't find her balance. She sat down back onto the stool and steadied herself on the bar. "I cannot seem to... function right now..." Faust reached out to grab Katya, and she did. Katya was unexpectedly warm, even her hands seem to burn with some sort of flame. "The interface module is in the room. The one room that..." Faust paused.
Dolores smiled and pulled Faust away from Katya, "Now hold on there friend, you've had a little too much to be demanding anything of anyone right now." Dolores walked around the bar and knelt into Faust, placing half of Faust's larger frame on her narrow shoulders. Dolores looked at Katya, "If you could, I might need some help getting this shitfaced imbecile to 'her' room. I'm not the strongest of people." Faust pushed against Dolores, but ultimately ran out of strength. The larger girl slumped against Dolores' back. They were in an awkward position, Faust was too heavy for Dolores to move herself and Faust was no longer able to control her major motor functions.
"C'mon," Dolores whistled, "help me a bit and I can show you what the terminal she was talking about is."
He Who Would Be God Chapter: 5 Preemptive Strike, The Pawn Location: Aether Noctis | Orbis Aterrimorum
Selmy paused at the inquiry. Something was burning inside of her breast. She felt as if she couldn't breathe.
Selmy grabbed Ruby and pulled her back a bit. "We are within the home of darkness. A world constructed from the memories of paradise as it is percieved by the victim. Selmy looked up at the Drifters above. The world was darkly beautiful, bleak in a way that was serene and full of death in a way that was full of life. The grass beneath them bloomed madly.
Selmy dropped to a knee. The pain pounding away at her chest. Her breaths became shallow and ragged. Her eyes phased out of focus. Her blue eyes, her azure eyes. The beautiful shining blue that seemed to glow darker than pitch.
"Personality core deactivated... Turing simulation terminated." Selmy stood up stiffly. Her body was limp. "Unit activating... unit activating... unit activating... Unit activated." A thin smile crept across her face. She draped her arms around Ruby, Selmy's baggy sweatshirt and skirt melted off her body and reformed into sharp pieces of blue-white armor. Her long blonde hair unbraided itself into a single sheet of woven gold, her eyes were that abyssal blue.
"Unit 12 reactivated," Selmy cooed into Ruby's ear.
The grass bloomed in all directions as a searing warmth birthed itself from Mu-12's reactivation. "How nice of you to bring me into this world of death," she said. There was some sincerity in her voice, though it dripped mostly with a bitter condenscendence. "The master unit was being very obstinate in blocking my entry. It took nearly all of my power to hide my presence from him. But now that I'm back within the Master Unit, I can finally cut loose." She grinned. Six sword petals materialized behind her, forming a grotesque mimicry of a heavenly angel.
"Now where are we dear Bewp? I grow tired of your amnesia," Kusanagi brought her swords before her in a fan, "the faster you make peace with yourself about your past the faster we can get to BlackHarte's main body. And I do hope that you won't be like the last Observer I had to deal with. The stupid Darren just locked himself away for half an eternity while I had to wait." She flung a sword at a Drifter, tearing a gashing hole in the creature and watched it fall the the ground. A shower of its blood and ichor filled the air with a reeking odor. "And in the end he signed away his Observation to me and not BlackHarte... whoops! I guess that's what happens when you make me impatient. Let's not make the same mistake as that useless sack of meat 'kay?"
The hot beam slammed into the Wanderer's chest, erasing what armour he had. This impact sent the figure of him flying, through the metallic wall. Falling through the air, the Shadow's thoughts were racing, easily trying to grip onto his feelings and instincts. It mattered little what he became, only his survival. As he was sent grinding against the ground, ripping his cloak even more, Shadow Wanderer knew his mistake.
(Alone.)
The darkest personality, it finally knew what was wrong, and it knew it would try and resist. Every other sound was mute, and even the thumps from Kazuya did little to rattle his brain. For the desire lingered in the Shadow, and it did the last thing it wanted to do. ("Need help?") That voice brought that black personality comfort. For this was the him that knew what to do. To not only survey the scene, to raise moral of the troops, or trap the evilest of monsters. This was the normal him.
Kazuya's last and hardest hit threw Wanderer across the hanger. His black mask breaking off into many pieces, revealing two crimson eyes, brimming with the strangest of tears. The whites of these eyes would turn out to be the biggest threat. For it sent the two personalities back into their mental home. A prison of black and white, good and bad. The basic of both holy and darkness.
("I ... I don't know ... ") Those words of the Shadow were a first.
("Don't worry. It isn't your fault, you were just being yourself") The lighter side said with a gentle smile of a mother that never raised him.
("But if I can't win, who can?!")
("I know ... neither, but ...")
Those words trailed off, but in that jail cell within their mind, one figure came to the center of the room. ("No, we can win. Maybe not physically, but we still can win.") The excitement in his voice raised, for the possibilities of the unknown had come in front of them. The Shadow Wanderer walked from the opposite, from that darkness that ever licked for power, yet it came to a calm stand in front of his opposite.
("But they are strong, and we are weak") At that moment, Wanderer placed his hands on his dark self's shoulders. ("No, we know more, we've killed more. Do not forget our purpose, do not forget our past.") Wanderer said, smiling like an Angel. From that moment, memories came to them. Their life was forged from chaos, from death. Yet from that moment, his life was born, and from that, many achievements came along.
Survival, victory, friendship, endurance, trials, trust, destruction. The armies that he fought, the armies he created. Both creation and destruction was due to him, even in a land of the apocalypse. From that, the two looked each other in the eyes, and the darker placed his own hands on his opposite's shoulders.
"To become one."
"To become one."
Both smiled, and from there, white and dark mixed, creating truth.
On that hanger floor, the body that belonged Wanderer had just muttered two things, both bearing a different tone. Feeling the ragged damage these monsters created, it gave that being a purpose to fight. Like a corpse, it raised from that cold floor, and already it could feel a new body and new energy. "
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[i]Not done yet[/i]
." A heavy tone said behind the two. The person they had just hit was not there.
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True Wanderer
[http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2012/320/9/8/claw_of_the_bear___fallout_new_vegas___by_guywiththesuitcase-d5l5kpg.jpg]
Wanderer theme: On the Edge of Truth [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQUsnto_3pw]
." It coughed, not yet used to the radical powers his body used to repair itself. A loud crack echoed throughout the room as that being straightened itself without a yelp. The presence that surrounded him felt foreign, as if he were making another world meet this one. Behind this new Wanderer, some saw illusions of people. These were not just any people, but they are soldiers, for there was an army behind this leader.
Raising his hand, there were fake cheers that filled the room, like ghosts come to torment them or a leader rallying his troops. Suddenly, a voice bellowed throughout the room, it rang with the voice of an angel, and it carried the demand of the greatest of Kings.
"
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[i]I am not someone you can kick aside. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life, freely. That is my truth, and that is my end[/i]
."
Bringing his hand down, and even behind the mask, people felt a stare trapping them, like pray within the grasp of only something that could claim the top of the food chain. This was strength at its purest form. "
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[i]You are a terrible leader Kazuya Mishima[/i]
." It said behind the mask, but Kazuya could feel a victorious smile. "
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[i]Even the one I do not know. You two share something, and that is [b]sin[/b][/i]
." He shot a glare towards Elise that was like a Spider-Wasp.
"
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[i]I care not for your property, but in place of the Angels, I will claim punishment[/i]
." Wanderer said and lifted his helmet up to spit on the ground. "
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[i]You are worse than those you have captured[/i]
." He said, ending with a laugh that shocked the hall. Within, even he knew sounded crazy, but knowing from experience, it was the confidence that counted.
What happened next was that Wanderer held out his hand, and immediately a object [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/a/ad/Esther.png/revision/latest?cb=20110928235437] materialized out of thin air. "
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[i]Sorry[/i]
." He said, falling a sympathetic look on the more simple soldiers. Before anyone could move, it was already fired. Yet not at them, but in the air. Gazes were directed upward, and then, it began to rain a deadly substance.
For his next move, Wanderer pulled out his two signature ranger revolvers [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/7/72/RangerSequoia.png/revision/latest?cb=20110207052315] and began to shot at the two main figures in front of him. Within his mask he felt sorry, for even if he was insane most of the time, he could see the memories of his service on the Rising Dawn crew ... yet ...
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10% health to Nuclear Anomaly PERK activation
[footnote]It won't be that bad. Basically a hole to fall into and out of the ship.[/footnote]
He would win either way, just like he promised.
[hr]
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906], Johnny Gat and stuck Krizalid.
Stage: Abandoned Warehouse | USA: outside of DC |
"... damn it Pierce."
The President only said as he wiped his face of the blood. Sighing, he only looked at the bodies and shook his head. "Only a demon could cast these lives away." The Boss said with a second of attention before turning around to Johnny. "Okay, lets grab the Irish lug and get out of here. Surly he knows something, if not ... well, I'm sure we could recruit him." The Boss said with a smile.
"Boss to HQ, prepare a really hard room to get out of, we have a guest ... oh, and get a really cool jacket, I feel like he needs it."
(Not much else to do here. Besides, I'm tired from Wanderer) ^.^'
Kazuya was glad that Wanderer seemed to calm down slightly after that beating, or so he thought as he began to go on about Monsters and Angels and whatnot.
[color=9f2b68]"...Are you seriously...calling me a monster for not giving you a damn VTOL FOR FREE?!"[/color] ".. We should probably lock him up somewhere and get him help. There's no telling what someone as insane as him will do to the rest of our crew if he gets the chance. This reminds me of when Warwick snapped during one mission and nearly killed Lux, if I hadn't stepped in. I would hate to see that happen again..."
[color=9f2b68]"...WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU THINK I WAS TRYING TO DO, GENIUS?!"[/color] Kazuya shouted in anger as this "New" Wanderer kept rambling on, but what really concerned him was the fact that he then pulled out some kind of large weapon before firing it into the air, sending numerous amounts of bombs into the air.
Right before the point of contact, everyone ran to get out of the way, except Kazuya who merely stood there and asked
[color=9f2b68]"...Why me?..."[/color]
Violet's vision was about to clear up as Nadalia healed him, giving him a slight shock when he saw the Iron Queen after seeing nothing but darkness and pain for the last minute or two.
His head was still ringing from the blast as looked over to Elise as time seemed to slow down, something that is known to happen when something is about to blown off the face of the earth.
Shoving Nadalia aside, he then leapt though the air shout "GET DOWN!" as he tackled Elise to the side as the blast went off.
When the bombs did go off, a bright flash filled the entire room as, for the second time in under a week, the entire G-Corp Mobile Command Outpost they had set up in the hanger was blown to kingdom come.
Metal and computers flew all over the place as the hanger was depressurized, quickly being sealed over by the fact that the VTOL that started this entire argument managed to clog the gap giving Wanderer the time he needed to escape(?) while everyone got the hell out of the way.
Except Kazuya.
He just stood there, not bothering to get out of the way, scorching much of his flesh as he watched his operation burn right in front of him.
[color=9f2b68]"..."[/color]
He wasn't even angry as a defeated look appeared on his face as he fell to his knees in a limp manner.
[color=9f2b68]"...*Sniff*...Why does this always happen...w-when I try to do good things?..."[/color] he sobbed as another one of his attempts to do good in the world was shot down right before his very eyes.
Violet meanwhile was a lot less worse for wear, having pushed both himself and Elise out of the blast range. "Urgggg...why does everyone have to blow up my office...You alright?..." He then asked as he picked himself up off her and tried to help her back up.
Once he saw Kazuya however, he then asked "....Uhhhh...M-Mr. Mishima...you alright?..."
[color=9f2b68]"...*Sniff* The hell do you think, you moron?..."[/color]
All the while, Nadalia watched on and wondered: Where were most of the guards while this was doing on?
Rising Dawn: PARTYTIME!: Icarus, AWOL G-Corp Members
"Party rock is in the house tonight~
Everybody just have a good time~
And we gonna make you lose your mind~
We just wanna see ya-dah-dah...shake that!"
On the other side of the ship, the mood was much lighter as several of the main Hanger staff found out about Icarus's little party and had made their way there without Kazuya's permission. (Or even Icarus's invitation!)
The entire room was filled with dozens of servicemen, most of them not even changing out of their combat gear as they drank and sang in celebration of a sucessful mission, something that rarer then you'd think.
"WOOO! GREAT PARTY ICARUS! TO THE ANGEL!" One of them shouted during one of the quiet parts of the current song as they all raised their party cups to the host, giving several great cheers to the Dark Angel...
....Right as the sound of a distant explosion filled the air and the room shook slightly.
...
An air of dread began to fill the room as the "Guards" all looked at each other.
"...Weren't we meant to be doing something?..." one of them asked out loud as a few nervous coughs filled the room.
...
... "-Every-day-Imma shuffling." [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQ6zr6kCPj8&feature=youtu.be&t=3m39s]
And just like that, they shrugged it off before getting back to partying, it was most likely nothing anyway...
"...That WOULD explain why Jenny can't handle her drink..." David pointed out as he awkwardly looked at Caim, having the glassy stare of a man had seen (or heard) too much for one man to handle.
"...Well....uhhhh....Welcome aboard! I'm sure you'll fit right in around here!" He then happily said to change the topic, right as a distant explosion went off, causing the lights to flicker.
"...Oh, don't mind that. Wanderer is most likely shooting at seagulls with that Mini-nuke gun of his...Again..." David casually groaned, though he was silently thankful that he picked a better time to do it then 7am in the morning.
"Still, if you want, we could bring you along the next mission, though I have to warn ya, stuff ain't as easy out in the field..." He said as he stared at Faith, as if trying to hint at something...
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906] and Johnny Gat
Stage: Abandoned Warehouse | USA: outside of DC
"Ohhhhh-...Man, that's just nasty..." Gat cringed as they were all soon covered in blood and brains as they now stood knee deep in dead bodies.
"...This is the same way they killed that Merc back at the compound. So it is Desperado that's been trying to ice us...Any idea why they are after us, Boss?...I mean, even if they want to make money, there are easier ways then going after the White Crib..." He asked while the Irish one was taken away and they all returned to the white crib.
*Some time later!*
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906], Johnny Gat and Matt Miller
Stage: White Crib: Oval Office | USA: outside of DC
Once they returned to the Crib and got a few beers, there was a knock at the president's door as one of the officials from the pentagon [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/4/47/Matt_Miller_SRIV_website_promo.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130613133258] walked in.
"Miller, sup man?" Gat happily said as he went to fist bump, only for Miller to get slightly confused at the gesture and instead go straight to the boss.
[color=4F2F4F]"Uhhh...Mr. President, we got those results back from that Irish guy you bagged and...well, take a look..."[/color] He said as he put the report on the desk, detailing all the tests and exams they put the guy though.
[color=4F2F4F]"See how his body energy readings are off the charts? Well...I-i-i thought I saw something like this in our files before and-...
....well."[/color]
"...Matt, what are we dealing with?..." Gat asked as he tried to read the file, that never was his strong suit.
[color=4F2F4F]"...Well...whatever this guy is, it's not human...These guys...They have access to Angel DNA and tech..."[/color]
The implications of that statement hung in the air as the room when silent...
Chaos rained down in the hangers, the multitude of explosions rocked the floors, both destroying people, and making them fly into the walls. It was destruction, and it was something that Wanderer was very experienced with. Holding his sadistic giggle back in his mind, Wanderer's gaze darted to where the explosions hit. Nuclear power would have ate away at some of the flooring. Staring down his goal, it was a cracked floor panel which was allowing hissing air into the room.
Smiling inside his helmet, Wanderer felt the power come into him as radiation started to fill a majority of the hanger. "
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[i][color=goldenrod]Ahh, I live off this stuff[/color][/i]
." He muttered, each second feeling the twisted mind that created his current self. It was as if not only white and black mixed, but the result was trying to hold off the two colours from destroying the other. Even now, he could feel their intent to ruin the other. "
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[i][color=goldenrod]Ah, alas things go so quick[/color][/i]
." He said to himself.
As the dust and debris began to clear everyone's vision, the survivors could see the main target clapping in the middle of the room. "
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[i][color=goldenrod]One thing, this doesn't count as betrayal, because we didn't join you in the first place[/color][/i]
." Wanderer said, addressing himself and his other personalities. Deciding to finally end this, he gave a little bow to mock the rulers in front of him, after all, it was appropriate for the one that kills their kind.
"
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[i][color=goldenrod]And with that, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught The Lone Wanderer[/color][/i]
." He simply said before placing one of his pistols to his stomach. With a shattering bang, it had seemed Wanderer just shot himself. Until a little mechanical voice filled the hanger.
Pipboy said:
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"Health reduced below twenty percent, activating Nuclear anatomy. Have a nice day."
[i][color=goldenrod]Trust me, this is going to hurt [b]YOU[/b] much more than m-[/color][/i]
."
Before finishing his sentence, the particles in the air responded to Wanderer's bodily command. With the mixture of his inner chemicals and radiated blood, the air acted like a natural match to the deadly substance. With that, another small nuclear explosion was born. Lighting up the hanger once more. Compared to the ammunition he shot earlier, this was worse, but focused at the center of the room. Underneath that explosion was a destroyed hanger panel that led out of the Rising Dawn, and flying through that air was Wanderer.
Of course, he was on fire.
Yet with a plan in mind, an armoured [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/2/29/FNV_T51b_Armour.png/revision/latest?cb=20101027180646] True Wanderer was ready for a crash. At this moment though, Wanderer reminded himself. "
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[i][color=goldenrod]Do I regret this?[/color][/i]
" There were many consequences from this, he would lose more people. "
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[i][color=goldenrod]Were they ... my friends? No, only allies[/color][/i]
." Born from his sacrifice raised not only a new mind, but a new goal.
Thus, the shooting figure of the sky flew, his mind new as steel and relaxed like elastic. Before allowing himself to sleep, he realized something. "
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[i][color=goldenrod]Ah right! No traces, silly me[/color][/i]
." Wanderer scolded himself before playing with his Pipboy. After all this planning, he had forgotten to activate his last card, especially since he didn't want anyone chasing after him. Booting up his communicator, he contacted his last tie on the Rising Dawn.
Inside his mask, Wanderer only smiled. It was possibly the only voice that welcomed him on the ship. Yet even now, he had to give it up. "
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[i][color=goldenrod]Hah, sorry, but activate "loose ties" protocol[/color][/i]
." With that term spoken, another explosion erupted on the ship.
That little shack he kept on top of the Rising Dawn, full of his ammunition, research, and even some personal items, they were eliminated in a blink of an eye. Yet spotting the smoke from his falling position, Wanderer could feel moisture on his face. "
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[i][color=goldenrod]How selfish of me[/color][/i]
." He said, before a large impact embraced him.
[hr]
The President of the United States Saints., Johnny Gat and Mat Miller.
Stage: White Crib: Oval Office | USA: DC |
"Arg, I thought that incident was over!" The President said, back into his usual purple suit and weirdly natural spiked hair. The world leader sat down at his desk, eagerly thinking. "It happened just after a week of my new Presidency, and a God damn good reason why I'm unpopular ... after all, what the Hell are we suppose to do after evil Angels attack a city with a bomb?!" He yelled, picking up half a cup of brand and chugging it down like a real Englishman.
Breathing heavily, The President raised his hands with the breathing technique. "Someone ... tell Pierce to cancel my yoga appointments." With a quick mind, he stood up from his chair. "Okay, first thing is first, we find a way to deactivate those brain bombs. Second, I'll go to the Angry Irish and try to make him work with us. Three, try to find a new lead ... for if we can't, we might just have to pray to God for a literal answer."
Angelus smirked at Rugal's comment, the King of Fighters noticing that having her ego stroked worked wonders to calm the dragoness down. The dragon gestured, moving the flames to focus specifically on the mask, melting the bit of rubber and plastic into a small bubbling pool that stunk just a little. Scrunching her nose up at the smell, the dragon turned back to Rugal and allowed a flame to dance on her finger, flickering as it seemed to want to change from it's confines, "Hmn... Perhaps I need to Caim a lesson then. Perhaps I could lure him somewhere and attempt to take him unawares with some flame to the rear?"
She chuckled to herself, rather similarly to a noblewoman, Rugal noted, before continuing, "Reminding my fool human of what I am, and the respect I deserve doesn't sound like too terrible of an idea, actually... Thoughts, Bernstein? I recall you being a creative one..."
Rugal thought for a moment, thinking over the possibilities before speaking, "Well, it all depends on how far you want to go. If you just want to scare him, could take him out for a flight, then suddenly toss him aside and grab him with your claws, dangling him there while you explain your grievances? Repeat as necessary."
Angelus paused at the suggestion, surprised that she hadn't thought of it herself, "...That... Sounds rather fun."
"Then how about you have fun then? "
The dragoness' human mouth split into a grin, bearing far too many sharp teeth than the human anatomy would allow, before taking a step outside the training room, giving Bernstein a small wave, and leaving the man and the melting mask alone...
The Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Doom, Cortex, Teri, Garm
[color=0E59E4]"'Ms. Bernstein?' If you must, please address me as 'Ms. Gravel' or my first name. As for your, er, "offer", Doctor, I'm not here for money." "How the hell did Kazuya find that out? I was trying to keep it under wraps..."[/color]
[color=356D60]"Loyalty is a hard trait to mask, Tear-ri. This Kazuya probably saw that and drew his conclusion. Let's face it, you are very attached to the Alphas."[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"I guess that's true..."[/color]
[color=b4b4]"Y-y-you're not here for money?...Then w-what do you want?"[/color]
Teri pointed at his wounds, which were still closing up by being in contact with the Cleric's Aura,[color=0E59E4]"That, and to talk.[/color]
Cortex looked down at his wounds, and to his surprise, noticed that...they were sealing themselves. With equal parts apprehension and wonder, the Doctor whispered to himself, [color=b4b4]"...Arcane Healing?"[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"Wrong source. Divine. Arcane Casters don't get the cure spells, last I checked..."[/color]
[color=b4b4]"...Where are am I?..."[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"The brig of the Rising Dawn."[/color]
[color=b4b4]"....T-the Rising Dawn....THE Rising Dawn....[/color]
Cortex paused before turning to the bars to Doom's Cell, grabbing them and shrieking, [color=b4b4]"DOOM! YOU FUCKING JUDAS! YOU SOLD ME OUT TO THE DAWN?!"[/color]
Teri, in the meantime, remained calm in light of Cortex's outburst, shaking her head gently at the accusation,[color=0E59E4]"Not exactly. That would be more my fault than his."[/color]
[color=004d]"N-n-n-no! it wasn't like that. Kazuya made me-"[/color]
[color=b4b4]FUCKING KAZUYA IS THERE?! OHHHHH NO! NO!NO!NO!NO![/color] In the midst of his outburst, Cortex grabbed his own head and began banging it against the floor, the Cleric grimacing at the sight.
[color=0E59E4]"Well, part of why I'm here is to keep Kazuya away from you guys."[/color]
[color=b4b4]"Great, the one thing saving my life if the fucking priestess daughter of Rugal Bernstein! I couldn't ask for more in life!"[/color]
[color=0E59E4]I don't agree with Kazuya's methods. Just ask Doom or Deadshot. I have an alternative method to get what he wants. Aside from that, I'm maintaining your upkeep, more or less, and making sure that some people -[/color] She shot a dirty look at the guards,
[color=0E59E4]-"remember the basic amenities like food, water, and a bath."[/color]
[color=b4b4]"Hey, I'm not selling anyone out, unlike that under-developed waste of flesh over there!"[/color]
[color=0E59E4]To be fair, Doom wasn't exactly willing when it happened.[/color]
[color=b4b4]"Tch, Please, He sold me out for a fucking plushie!"[/color]
[color=0E59E4]No, he didn't. I got the information from him prior to that."[/color] "-Which technically he did!"
[color=b4b4]"Look, I'm not going to talk, you're wasting your time..."[/color]
[color=0E59e4]I was guessing this would happen."[/color]
And with that, The Cleric sat down to pray, Garm taking a vigil and quietly growling, [color=356D60]"Keep quiet, or I'll make you wish you did...."[/color]
Luke shuffled awkwardly at the question, then gave a nervous laugh before cleaning another glass (seeing as Dolores had been attending to Katya's drinks fast enough), [color=eca222]"I'm still on duty, Ms. Katya. However, if you MUST know, we've made plans for dinner tonight, once she is relieved of her duties."[/color]
It was a rarity to see the normally cool bartender acting like this, which Caim would have noted, were it not for the fact that he'd been downing his glasses of whiskey. However, the blonde bartender found his attention diverted by Dolores' query to the aforementioned inebriated hacker,
"If you could, I might need some help getting this shitfaced imbecile to 'her' room. I'm not the strongest of people."
Luke gave Dolores a quirked eyebrow, and shook his head, [color=eca222]"Of all people, I don't believe Ms. Katya would be the best of aids in carrying a body. If anything, I think it might be time to close her 'tab'.. I could call a few of the imps for help?"[/color]
Speaking of the mute swordsman, Caim found his attention diverted by Faith and Ryan's conversation regarding the Gardevoir's adventures in the Pokemon world, downing several glasses of whisky as the conversation culminated with -
"Just so you know David .. I was going to say I washed Ryan's back but now because he's being so childish ... I helped him wash his dick also. There, I said it."
causing the swordsman to genuinely and honestly burst out laughing - or, in as best of a manner a mute man could, a hand smacking the table as each gasp rasped out of his mouth and his PDA shot out it's mechanical tones,
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"Maybe Ryan's right, West! We should keep the Pokemon away from the alcohol, or I might break a rib!"
Cheeks beginning to glow red, no doubt from the volume of drink he had consumed, the warrior stood up and gave a stretch,
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"Anyway, I think I've had enough. I think I hear Angelus calling...."
Without much further ado, the swordsman began a... Shaky would be giving it a compliment, gaits towards the exit of the canteen, stumbling when Wanderer's explosion went off, and a resounding
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"Damn mad scientists!"
echoing from his PDA as Caim left.
However, his space was not long gone - shortly after Caim left, a familiar duo, Ton Ton and Cadolbolg fluttered over to the bar, Cadolbolg landing on the counter and Ton Ton dismounting, waving his little blue lantern as he gave a greeting,
[color=15650D]"Helloooo~! I see we have new friends? (Ryan and Faith)"[/color]
Cadolbolg gave a happy wave of his front paw, "Haaaaai, Mr. West, Mr. Bartender (Luke), Ms. Stranger Bartender(Dolores), Ms. Stranger(Faith), Mr. Stranger(Ryan), and Ms. Stranger (James)!"
From what James and Faith could recognize (Ryan already being familiar with the Cutie Bruisers from his time in the Persona verse), was a Tonberry, a small bipedal lizard wearing a robe, and armed with a lantern and a knife; and Cadolbolg, a metallic silver dragon-turtle hybrid of some kind, bearing a large shell, but a pair of adorable wings, big cute eyes, and a tail that had some sort of keen edge to it, rather like a sword. However, the two creatures, despite how armed they looked, seemed almost like...children? They certainly spoke young enough, the green one sounding not a day over 11.
Rising Dawn: PARTYTIME!: Icarus, AWOL G-Corp Members, AI Vermillion
Vermilion merely chuckled at the explosion (and it's lack of reaction from the AWOL G-Corp members), and set the next tune to play after "Party Rock" ended, [color=FF5349]
"I don't have much time and I'm sure you have many questions..."
Furiae followed Blade quietly towards the instructed section, her brow furrowed. Her heart felt clouded, equal parts rage - at the ones who had her Master and dearest teacher under their thrall, and confusion - for wanting to know who and what had done this to him. Biting her lip in indecision, the Princess spoke the first thing that came to her mind, "Master...What's happened? Who did this to you? Why have you been missing for so long? Things have been going to hell since you've been gone!"
Hiryu paused for a moment as he recalled the events leading up to this meeting. "...It was supposed to be a routine mission. Hien had called for me to do it, to prove my loyalty after allowing the Rising Dawn to travel to our home. I was sent to bug the property of a man named Steven Armstrong. What I didn't know was they were waiting for me. They knew that I was coming, what my plans were and how to disable me. Since then I've been forced into their service, inside my head is a small amount of remote controlled explosives, hidden inside a false eye that is used by his men to keep watch over me."
Furiae's eyes widened at Hiryu's story, the princess taking a step back in disbelief before shaking her head, "N-no! That' can't be! Maybe we can get you back to the Dawn, and then have one of the doctors take out the bomb! My brother told me that their doctors were able to save men and women from the brink of death! We can save you too, can't we?"
This was met only with a sad sigh from Hiryu. "I have no doubt they can. But it is not possible. If I even so much as gaze at either of you now, I will be ordered to kill you...I don't fear death, but they have made credible threats against both you two and Koukennin-"
"Koukennin?...You mean Jenny?..."
"Yes, Katana. Believe me, if I had any choice, I could rather die free then live as some cowards lapdog..."
"...B-but...Hien already-"
"Hien already what?..." Hiryu quickly cut in, worry starting to appear on his face.
Furiae's fists began to shake, the princess' temper (at least, Blade and Jenny knew of it), beginning to surface, "That...BASTARD sent her out on a mission. If I had it in me, I'd rip Hien into bite sized chunks! Not to mention he's been sending Blade practically to his death, and he's been keeping us all away and locked up from each other! Hien's been making our lives a living hell, Master! I hate it, we hate it!"
"......Hien....Of course...." Hiryu said as a burning anger entered his normally calm voice. "...How else could they have found out?...I knew he was a spineless coward with delusions of grandeur but I never though-" His words were cut off by the download finishing, forcing him back into his mission.
"...I need to leave now. As of this moment, treat every Strider as your enemy. Trust no one, I can't lose you both too." He said as he went to pull out the USB, pausing for a moment as he did so,
"...Whatever happens, to me or to you, I want you both to know that nothing brings me more pride then seeing you come into your own. No amount of accolades or medals will ever be worth more then that. I might be beyond saving, but hopefully, Koukennin fares better then I. She will be relying on you both. This is not a request, this is an order: Save her." He said right as he went to leave the room, only to stop right in his tracks as his heart sank: He saw them in the reflection of one of the un-powered monitors on the wall
"...I am sorry..." He said as he drew his blade before attacking.
"..." True to her Master's teachings, Furiae drew her knife up in defense to block against Hiryu's strike. This, she was sure, was going to be the fight of her life!
[color=9f2b68]"..."You are a terrible leader, Kazuya Mishima."..."You are worse than those you have captured."....That's what they think of me?..."[/color] Kazuya repeated to himself as the others attempting to comfort him.
[color=9f2b68]"...Everyone wants a better world to live in...To be safe, to be able to raise families and grow old in peace...and yet...Most people don't do a damn thing to make it so. Sure, Sure, there are "Heroes", they go out, stop the "Evil, Evil Villains" before they finish their plans...Any yet...When *I* do it...it doesn't count..."Ohhh, you can't be mean to the people who want to enslave humanity, that's not right." "Ohhh, you can't hurt men who would kill everyone in sight if given the chance, it's not moral!"..."[/color] He began to ramble on slightly, still talking over everyone else as they tried to calm him down.
[color=9f2b68]"...Japan has been the safest it's ever been in centuries. I use every resource G-Corp has to offer, even as it operates at a loss year after year. My forces have done just as much to defend this planet from threats as the Rising Dawn, If not more! Where's my praise?...Where's my international respect?...Where's my favors from Angels and Gods and the powers that be?...Where's is my goddamn bootleg action figures with my name misspelled on them?! Tch, What the hell does he know about leadership? Thinks that just because he's done some good in the world that he's can judge ME?![/color]
[color=9f2b68]When they are out saving other realms, who picks up the slack? Me.
When they are off fighting off one threat, who takes care of all the other ones? Me.
When they are here, able to put their feet up after a long day of "Saving the world", who's up all night trying to stop the next madman? ME!"[/color]
At this point, Violet attempted to drape a blanket over Kazuya as he knelt before the CEO snapped it away as he stood up.
[color=9f2b68]"...Wanderer can wait. I'm not about to spend resources that could be used to rebuild trying to convince someone who tried to steal from me that perhaps he shouldn't have done that. Judging from the fact he tried to blow us all up, I think his mind is made up. Violet! Re-establish contact with our agents on the ground and set up a new means of Evac, our VTOLs are too damaged for such a mission. Elise, find out where the hell my damn men are and convince them that not doing their jobs is not a good idea. Nadalia, start using your fire powers to remold and reclaim this damaged metal, Seal the hole where he exploded. I'm going to contact HQ and get more manpower sent to the operating site. Tell the Airship AIs to set a course for New Mexico. I'll show that pretty thief how a REAL hero gets things done..."[/color] He ordered before he stormed off to his room to call his forces in Japan. "...W-wait, don't you want to be patched up-" Violet attempted to get out, only to be silenced by the sound of the hanger door slamming shut. "...First?...N-no?....[sub]okay[/sub]..." he trailed off as he was left once again to clean up the mess, looking nervously around before attempting to lighten the mood...somehow... "...Heh, well, he-...took that well....N-normally he doesn't..." He remarked as he smiled for a moment before going pulling out his phone and attempting to contact Blade and Furiae, though he was at a loss as to how to get them back to the ship now...
Watching Caim's "Graceful" exit, David couldn't help but snark "So I had too much to drink, but he hasn't?..." to Ryan's objections while Ton-Ton and Cadolbolg entered the room.
"Look, man, I'm not trying to be thick with you or Faith, just want to make sure she knows what she might be getting herself into. I mean, I'm going to be honest, it's more luck that I'm here alive and talking to you this day then skill after all the stuff I've encountered during my career. This ain't a line of work for those who want to live long..." He explained as he took his glass back.
"...I'm not a fan of seeing those with loved ones get hurt, that's all." He finished before returning to his seat and talking to the Cutie Bruisers.
"Hey guys, meet Ryan and Faith yet? Faith here is a Gardevoir, just like Jenny!" He said in a rather cheerful tone, either in a bid to defuse the situation or dodge any questions, depending on how Ryan saw it.
The Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Doom, Cortex, Teri, Garm
Cortex was still not the slightest bit happy with this situation he found himself in as Garm snarled at him.
[color=b4b4]"Silence you overgrown mutt! I've skinned newts larger then you!"[/color] He boosted as he paced around his cell, still trying to figure out if there was any way he could get out of this predicament. "Might as well yell ya now, Baldy, she's going to make you talk either way. No point making yourself all embarrassed and shit later..." Deadshot said from his cell, not content with stirring the shit enough as it is it seemed.
[color=b4b4]"Please, I've endured nothing but torture since I got here. I fail to see how she could really make things any worse..."[/color] "Heh...All I'm going to say is this: I want to be able to say I shagged your mom right now..." He chuckled as he knew what Teri was doing right now and was keen to see the results, shooting a quick wink at the cleric as he leered on at the other "Guests" in the brig.
[color=b4b4]"...That's really the best you got? I have you know that my mother was in fact sleeping with the circus owner back when I was 3-WAHHHHHHHHH?!"[/color] He suddenly spat out, prompting him to cover his mouth with his hands while Deadshot laughed widely in his cell.
Quickly shooting an accusing glare at Teri, he ran up to the bars once more before shouting [color=b4b4]"You-!...Educated slightly attractive teen! What have you done to me?!"[/color]
The President of the United States Saints. [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/1/1a/Iron_Saint_Outfit_SRIV.png/revision/20150210200906], Johnny Gat and Matt Miller
Stage: White Crib: Oval Office | USA: outside of DC
Miller nodded when asked about the eye bombs, stating "Well, Agent Kensington-"
"Ah, Matt, don't call her that. You know it annoys the hell out of her..." Gat cut in, remembering the number of arguments he had to break up between the two.
"Oh come on, she's not even listening!" The former Hacker-God said in an act of tempting fate.
Right on cue, all 3 men's phones went off as a single text message was went to them all:
"...Look, Gat can confirm that Desperado are the ones using these devices, so all we need to so is lure them out and grab some of their leadership. These guys are big in the mercenary business so it's just a matter of posing as a possible client with a big job, arranging a meeting then capturing whoever they send."
"...And doing that without having their heads explode?"
"Well, from what we know so far, the devices require a satellite connection to be triggered, that base you guys raided was linked to one such satellite. So we just need to arrange the meeting in a place where there will be no coverage, like a tunnel or a subway or-"
"Our old crib back in Stillwater... [http://saintsrow.wikia.com/Old_Stilwater]..." Gat then suggested, remembering fondly the amount of good times that were had in that old dusty wreck, ahhhhh, the simpler days...
"...Well...Yeah, that could work too. I'll leave you to think about it, I need some time to make the fake ids anyway. I'll contact you when I'm done."
And with that, Miller left the room while the President went to chat with his new Irish buddy...
Some Time Later
Before long, the President found himself being led into an hidden containment cell that looked like Something he saw in a movie once [http://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--uDUWIbqc--/c_fit,fl_progressive,q_80,w_636/198hf5h52frecjpg.jpg], Krizalid happily bouncing a speed-ball against the heat proof glass, stopping only when he saw the Big Cheese himself.
"'Ah Nowe...Am I that much of a big deal around this neck of the woods?...Had I know that I was going to be talking to The Prez himself, I'd have tightened myself up a little..." He laughed in a mocking tone as he resumed his speedballing against the glass, being sure to throw the ball right at where the president's face was visible.
"So tell me, Yankee Dee, what'd I do to warrant such a visit?..."
Strider Hime AKA Furiae Caerleon [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/97/36/16/97361643ce953de9e96adaebf47396e9.jpg] And Strider Katana AKA Blade Vs. Strider Hiryu AKA Badass.
Location: MIT Ruins | USA: Cambridge, Massachusetts
Before anything else could be said, Hiryu was already on the attack, quickly spinning around before kicking the desk the computer was on towards the two Striders.
Right as Blade parried the flying CPU with his Leaf Blade, his master was already upon him with a flurry of Plasma Sword strikes, slicing though his student's weapons away as if they were nothing before swiftly shoving him against the wall with another well-placed kick.
Furiae attempted to strike from behind with her dagger, only for her wrist to be caught by her Master's hand and to get thrown onto her back with a quick judo throw as he went to stab her in the chest, though he was sure enough to leave a long enough window for Blade to get in a Quick Attack to stay his hand.
While he was disarmed, he was still fast enough to put up some offense with C.Q.C. to buy Furiae some time to recover, Hiryu effortlessly blocking his attacks until a notification on his HUD forced his hand:
Code:
[Finish Them]
Against everything he stood for, he then counter attacked with a Upward Backslash [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/nx9/char/gif/strider/strider-hiryu-mvc-standing-attacks.gif][footnote]The 3rd attack in this animation[/footnote], slicing a long (But mercifully shallow and non-fatal) cut right up Blade's stomach right to his forehead, blood splattering all over the wall as the Groyvle was taken down from the blow.
Furiae watched in horror before leaping into action, bringing up her family's Dagger as she ran in, right as Hiryu charged his weapon for a moment before releasing a Long range slash [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/nx9/char/gif/strider/s/strider-hiryu-mvc-longslash.gif] which raced right for her face.
Time seemed to slow down for the young Caerleon as the wave of hot plasma rushed towards her eyes...
...
...only to merely cut along the bridge of her nose and burn off the bangs at the front of her head, missing her entirely otherwise.
This near death experience stunned her for a moment, long enough for Hiryu to finish the job as he violently jammed his climbing hook into her wrist before using it to throw her [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/nx9/char/gif/strider/strider-hiryu-mvc-hook-throw.gif] against the wall next to the door, taking her down as she slammed back first into the wall upside down, falling right to the floor afterwards.
Without so much as a skipping a beat, Hiryu then began to make his way out of the building, but not before stopping at the doorway and saying "...I'm counting on you two..."
And just like that, Hiryu walked away from another "successful" mission, elbowing the fire alarm on his way out, causing the sprinkler systems for that floor to turn on in order to mask his escape.
As well as let everyone in the building know there was someone near the Adminstrators office...
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