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

StormShaun · Sep 25, 2015

Wanderer, David West, Katya Rostikova, ARES, and.. a dog?
Location: Sky | Above Black Mesa.
New music: To the top~ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8ofhjI6ODc]

The aircraft was quite fast, Wanderer admired the view it gave them as they sped towards the missile. The mention of attaching the dog to the missile brought half a smirk to Wanderer, after all, he had half a terrible sense of humour. Yet the next thing that was brought up made him place a frown on instead.

"Wanderer... stop trying to look up my skirt and Keep David from crashing into the side of a mountain..."

"I find that quite rude... [sub][sub][sub]no, wait, FUCK YOU![/sub][/sub][/sub]"

The survivalist shook his head, slightly annoyed at how his own power was underestimated. Noticing how close the unrealistically fast craft came to the missile, Wanderer decided to do what he did best, be the loner."How about... NO. New plan, we leave this to the person who can't die, can't be irradiated, and has disarmed a nuclear plan before." Wanderer said with snarky tone, and raised a finger with each reason. Naturally, he kept the fact that he has launched several nuclear missiles before a secret.

That was when his shadow self took over freely."When you think about it, I'm a doctor first, a scientist second, a badass third, a psychopath fourth, and a explosives slash nuke professional fifth... maybe?... Actually, no, fuck this." the crimson eyed Wanderer said before raising his fist, making the cockpit roof suddenly eject from its position. His figure quickly got up from his seat, and surprisingly he didn't get sucked out of the futuristic fighter, as wind invaded the cockpit.

"If I don't return, I'll be back within three days, with long hair, a beard, and maybe a religion... or I'll say hi to Jesus myself, guy at least owes me a whiskey." He said before placing a leg on the outside wing, and equipping his helmet once more. "Or I'll be back in our world... Oh yeah, and tell Kazuya he's a skank." He said, and satisfied with his final answer, he began walking on the plane, awaiting his chance to jump across. So, the Doctor thought on his plan.

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- Jump to missile.
- Scale missile.
- Find power supply.
- Cut it.
...PROCESSING
Result: Fall, explosion of missile, nuclear blast, eradication of all matter within vicinity, fallout to close areas. RISK: 100%. [b]MISSION FAILURE.[/b]

"[color=crimson]Yeah, not good for anyone[/color]."
"[color=orange]Damn it, again![/color]"

PROCESSING NEW THEORY...
- Jump to missile.
- Scale missile.
- Remove radioactive source.
- Cut power.
- Escape with source.
...PROCESSING
Result: Fall, explosion of missile, possible blast, unknown blast radius, possible damage to allies. RISK: 50/50. [b]MISSION FAILURE?[/b]

"[color=orange]Still too much risk. What happens if the missile has something else we don't know about?[/color]"
"[color=crimson]Rather terrible. Let me make a theory...[/color]"

PROC3SS1NG... 
- Jump to missile.
- Scale missile.
- Access navigation.
- Adjust navigation.
- Navigate missile to outside of atmosphere.
- ... ...Unknown steps
...PROCESSING
Result: Relocation of missile, no explosion, no casualties, possible suffocation, possible eradication via nuclear explosion, possible other consequences. RISK: 10%. [b]MISSION SUCCESSFUL![/b]

With his other side coming up with a new plan within milliseconds, Wanderer thought upon it.
"Space, huh?"
("Exactly, the only risk would be to ourselves... or possibly to the atmosphere or a Martian colony depending on the result.")
"...And you said that the risk is only ten percent. Bah, whatever. We don't have time for this!"
As they say, one step for man, a giant leap for man-mutant-thing. With a simple twist of his body, the man was standing on the rocket and with a wave, it seemed to be with ease. Yet the reason why he stood on the missile was easy, there was a pair of metallic boots on his feet, and it seemed to glow a soft blue on some small parts. With that item and pure strength, the man could move freely while attached. Activating the radio on his Pip-boy, the Wanderer relayed his plan back to the plane. "I'm taking this thing to space, but it would be real dandy if ya'll could disable the trigger system as I mess with the navigation. After all, we don't have time to fuck around!"

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[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

, Rory Mercury, and everyone else.
Location: Black Mesa | Executive Helipad

("

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[color=nvayblue]Why did I even come down here?[/color]

") She thought as Rory went on her rampage behind, and the furious fire came towards her. The AI's processes still felt light due to the rather unique entrance. Yet, her enhanced reflexes made her immediately her weaponized loudspeaker, and with a single breath the machine emitted a window shattering yell. The noise spread across the area, yet the effects were focused upon the fire, which was surprisingly pushed back towards the trooper.

This, of course, made the fire turn on its user. Alpha jumped several times back, and after the fire was forced to dissipate, the man still stood. There were cuts all over his body due to the battle screech, yet you could tell there was a smile on his face. "You didn't expect a fireproof suit? Heh..." He said, readying his weapon again. The AI did the same, offering a smile in return, after all, he had no idea what she could do.

Unluckily though, the man suddenly exploded into a wave a blood, as a metallic thud ran through the area. Standing above a pile of flesh and bone was a familiar armoured figure [http://halo.bungie.net/stats/reach/playermodel.ashx?rpis=OpkBXtR7kVsSOP2xklYV-w==]. "Huh... that was rather unusual." Storm said with confused tone. Shrugging it off he walked up to Alpha. "

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[color=nvayblue]I could have easily handled him[/color].

" She commented with a pout. "I know, honey, after all, you can easily handle me." He said playfully, but was suddenly met with a fist in his stomach.

The Spartan lurched over, slightly groaning. "I... I deserve that. I really was worried though... you... suddenly vanished." He stuttered before straightening back up, and looking at Rory in the background. "That was the intruder." He said, noticing how Rory's arm was cut off. "A good reason why I wear armour." He muttered before looking back to his lover. Both nodded, and started to clean up the minor troopers.

Sithmorack · Sep 25, 2015

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Elise, Nadalia, Ryan, Miia, Blade, Black Harte, The Batter, Rory, Alpha, Storm, etc

The Batter was fed up with their waiting. Though he had to admit Miia as apparently skilled if she managed to take down the guard with no one else hearing. He was about to go in himself and start bashing heads in but before he could even move there was a loud explosion and lots of gunfire followed. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Thank you for your welcome, gentleman. I hope that you've enjoyed your time on this world." Well, someone had beaten him to it. He simply sighed before moving towards the enemy as gunfire and explosions were everywhere. All of this happened as Blade said.

"No, that would be too easy, wouldn't it?...CHANGE OF PLANS! GO, GO, GO!"

The Batter didn't wait any longer as he moved in on the enemies at a brisk pace. [color=514F50]"Purification in progress."[/color] He muttered before walking up on an unsuspecting guard. He swung and connected, making part of the guards head explode. It looked as though he got hit by a semi-truck going at a fast pace. The side of his head was either gone or crushed inward. Only then did The Batter even get any attention from the grunts. They turned towards him and opened fire with automatic guns. The bullets did little to The Batter however as he was able to simply shrug off many of them. His Add-Ons finally moved into actions and began heading towards the targets. Many of the guards screamed as the Add-Ons destroyed many of the guards, easily ripping through most of the guards with ease.

The Batter simply turned his head towards another and began the process of purifying another enemy. Though he hadn't seen any of the higher ranked members of the guards yet. To be perfectly honest he wasn't sure why he was helping these beings. He knew they were after a man named Wesker but beyond that he didn't know much. These were his thoughts as he continued to tear the lesser guards apart. He assumed that the guards were most likely thinned out by now but he couldn't tell past the blood and gore around him.

Barbas · Sep 26, 2015

Character: Barbas
Location: Hangar complex, Black Mesa Research Facility
Time: 1215hrs

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Narrow pillars of light lanced down from the caged red lamps dotting the dusty ceiling, casting bloody tiger stripes over the shaggy quadruped as it pelted down a dingy service tunnel. Its gait slowed awkwardly to a trot as it reached a fire door twisted on its hinges from an explosion. In the cavernous room beyond, a starfield of white beacons cast their light down from the vaulted ceiling onto a vast floor ringed by high metal balconies. It was more grand and elaborate than the courts of many human kings, though the creature couldn't begin to fathom its purpose. The architectural grandness was not the pressing issue, however, as its dark eyes took in the scene unfolding before them.

The hangar was still clutched in the desperate grip of the HECU, a carpet of the twisted and broken bodies of their comrades ample evidence of the violence of their struggle thus far. The remaining machine gun among their number had been hastily erected atop a makeshift barricade of crates and cargo trucks. The creature stared as it let fly with a withering staccato of fire, stitching a ragged line of red star-bursts across the advancing foe. Barrel-chested monstrosities howled through parted mandibles as their legs were scythed from under them, only to be pushed aside or trampled underfoot by more of their comrades, who poured in like a nightmarish tide through the open blast doors at the end of the hangar. Lances of green energy shot from the gnarled palms of a cycloptic alien and punched screaming soldiers off their feet. Their human comrades avenged them almost immediately, rifles peppering the alien tide with renewed zeal.

The combatants were already too busy in their struggle to notice the large, shaggy dog peering at them from a neglected side-passage, but a deep roar from the end of the hangar demanded their full attention. With a titanic groan of tortured steel, a great mass of the concrete hangar wall came crashing down. Fist-sized chunks of rubble and talons of rebar cascaded onto the heads of huddled troops and aliens alike, crushing them indiscriminately. Before the dust had cleared, the enormous indigo carapace of a hunchbacked titan charged into the hangar. With a deafening roar, it turned to face the soldiers, parting its pincered arms at them. Those too slow to flee were bathed in a torrent of flame that snatched the flesh from their bones. The exultant tide of aliens broke around its feet, surging into streams, rushing on to the doorways and catwalks to continue their own mission of extermination. None of them noticed the shaggy blur of the dog darting between piled containers and thick plumes of acrid smoke as it moved low across the floor of the hangar to disappear beyond a narrow doorway.

bluerocker · Sep 27, 2015

Black Mesa - Spawn 3 - Tiberium Research: Teri, Garm, Ton Ton, Rugal, ~~SAXTON HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLE!~~
[HEADING=3]Random Encounter No. 3: Vergil: Devil May Cry[/HEADING]

Teri leaned against Sadei after the encounter ended, breathing hard from the strain of the encounter. However, before she could properly start the recovery process with her comrades, Kazuya's announcement ringed through the ears of those possessing rings, causing the Cleric's face to fall,
[color=0E59E4]"Wesker is going to-.... oh no. Garm, grab Vergil and Ton Ton. Dad, stay close to me while I get this spell ready."[/color]
[color=356D60]"Do I have to grab the silver one? He didn't do anything."[/color]
[color=15650D][small]"I'm okay.. I think."[/small][/color]

Teri didn't do anything aside from frowning at Garm's comment, and elected to make herself useful. Taking out another piece of mint gum, Teri began to chant before casting a spell on herself and waited as Garm herded both Vergil (who was looking particularly despondent, and as if his jaw was broken), and Ton Ton (who was sitting on Garm's back) over. Taking a look up and down the son of Sparda, Teri gestured for Vergil to bend down, before giving a grimace and muttering [color=0E59E4]"Sorry"[/color] before grabbing the side of his face and pushing the jaw back into alignment; a sickening *CRACK* resounding in the air. But, unless she did that, the healing magic wouldn't heal Vergil back properly. However, it appeared that Vergil didn't seem to have much to say, with his pride hurting more than his jaw.

With another set of Chants, Teri began to point at the four beings around her, and finished, filling those around her with renewed strength and a strange prickly sensation of their wounds beginning to suture themselves up.
However, with that business out of the way, Rugal began to make a motion push aside some of the rubble that his fight had caused to try and make a shortcut, stating "If you are done, I'd like to keep my radiation levels within acceptable norms."
[color=15650D]"So the part where we finally going to fight the bad guy?"[/color]
[color=356D60]"We can only hope, so long as he doesn't pull another trick out of his coat."[/color]
As the two creatures began to grumble and get ready for the next battle, Teri turned to Vergil and motioned, [color=0E59E4]"Are you coming along? If so, hop on, we don't have time to waste."[/color]

Black Mesa - Spawn 1 - Fury's Core: Caim, Angelus, Cadolbolg, Zero, Mikhail Merlin 'n co.

Caim paid little attention to Zero's fury, and instead elected to reach upwards and began to scratch under Angelus' chin, a thought passing to the red dragon,

"Have fun with your sport? I can sense you've been busy - I got shocked while I was in there."

The red dragon gave a snort at Caim's quip, and answered back "I think you should attempt to be in my metaphorical shoes. Then perhaps we can see how well you take it. Also, your son has been waiting for you."

Right on cue, Cadolbolg flew up from Angelus' head and tackled into Caim's chest, "Father!" The little turtle dragon nuzzled into Caim's hair and then climbed atop his head, "Mother says you were in a big fight. I can sense that Friend Ton Ton got into a big fight too, but he's okay. He's with the wolfie and the big red guy."

Unfortunately, before Caim could exchange any further pleasantries with his lover and his son, Kazuya's announcement rang in the air, draining the warmth from the two parents. A nuclear strike was... Well, they weren't quite familiar with it's damage, but if the battle of Washington D.C. in the Angelic Wars told them anything - it was something that destroyed everything in it's path. Caim's face returned to a frown before he removed Cadolbolg from his head and hopped onto Angelus' back (holding the tiny turtle dragon in his arms). After doing so, Angelus lifted her regal head to Mikhail and Zero, speaking to the bonded pair -
"We have received a grim message. A great strike, think of it like a magic that destroys life, is coming. If you can, find the green lightning and return to your realm. Otherwise, Mikhail, you need to take your Zero, and you need to fly. Fly as fast as your wings can carry you. Get yourself and her out of here if you can, or you won't live at all."

With that, the dragon moved towards the hole she crashed through and spoke to her two riders, "Hold on tightly, both of you. If the last storm was anything to go by, this might be a bumpy ride."
After that last warning, the red dragon flapped her mighty wings and flew into the dangerous skies.

NotYetForsaken · Sep 27, 2015

Misunderstood Intentions
Location: Executive Landing Pad | Black Mesa
Raison d'etre.

Fateless Child

Shadowy Niflheim, he who had strayed into the daylight from the darkness which he had been born to, was hidden amidst the chaos.

Code:

I feel as if I ought to intervene.

He closed his eye. His back shimmered and fireflies flooded into the air around him. The soft yellow-green light filled the air - shining as if they had dimmed the dying sunlight around them. Niflheim trembled. His internal structure was in flux.

Code:

...

He shook his head.

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Why can I not access the rest of my attack protocols.

He stopped trying to invoke his drive. He hotswapped thrice. Crimson was online. Voltic Battler Online. Orousboros Online. That was it. The rest of the protocols were corrupted.

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Crimson then.

Niflheim and his brood let loose a red mist - settling across the battlefield. The dimensions twisted and from the confusion between the boundary of reality monstrous insects broke through. Twisted bats, forgotten piranhas, tartars unwritten from legends.

"Be destroyed oh pitiful creations of humankind."

A NOD soldier tried to sneak up behind him, raising a laser rifle but before he could let loose a shot a massive centipede slammed into him and took him over the edge of the building. He could hear it. The missile. The burning of unstable energy within the warhead. It was close.

"Oh pitiful creation of humankind." Niflheim turned his head to look at the missile - the red mist settled densely around him. The chitter and skitter between this world and his world of madness turned into a cacophony of insanity. He had bent the thin red line strongly. "Master Ryan," he said "could you not just move the nuclear missile into your pocket dimension?"

She Who Would Be God
Chapter: 8 - Emergent Experience
Be still my fluttering heart.

The Storyteller's Wife

"It's hard to really understand what happens next. Bewp subdued Titania, her anger was boiling over. The air around them grew crisper and crisper. The phenomena intervention was fading slowly as Titania faded from consciousness. Lambda got to her feet, she hopped awkwardly from spot to spot, wincing slightly at the shattered glass and twisted metal that poked into her bare skin.

This was not how it was meant to be. None of this was how it was meant to be. It was some sort of confusion I'm sure. But this is the way that it had happened.

Once Bewp had left a bit of himself within Titania - he could feel the strange absence of life inside her body. The revelation startled him. Titania, no matter how real she seemed, was not the true Titania. There was no warmth, there was no true soul. There was no Observing entity within this one. She was constructed - a fantasy born of a long lost memory.

Selmy was sitting up now. Her eyes were dull and empty. The world itself was unnervingly peaceful. The lamplights shone idly, the street was quiet. The stars shone through the ambient glow of the city. Lambda landed quietly next to Bewp. She looked at him, staring through those beautiful youthful eyes that Ruby had. Lambda leaned close and brushed against Bewp. Her body was warm - a soft rhythmic heartbeat reinforced her existence. Her body was soft - real, even through her bodysuit Bewp could feel the sensation of her skin. She spoke to him with that signature kindness of hers, "Well done."

"She's asleep now, after such a harrowing adventure." Lambda smiled sweetly. "It puts my heart to rest. Truly. It is lovely - such a pure soul. Rare in our world."

Bewp regarded Lambda with mild confusion.

Lambda put her hands behind her back and leaned into him coyly. "You can meet him now."

Meet who?

"He who came before. He who would be god." Lambda tapped her foot in front of her and a magic circle opened up between them and Titania. In a moment - too brief to observe - the world turned to nothing. A plane of infinite white that filled the heart with equal parts lonely foreboding and euphoric freedom. A world built solely from the dreams of one girl had vanished - replaced by the true unfathomable darkness of which within this infinite light had been given form.

What is this place?

"A place outside of the world. The realm of God. A place where there is no time - no space - and all things exist simultaneously." Lambda answered.

Rather pretentious.

"Not at all," Lambda stepped lightly to the side. The sound of her landing echoed through infinity. "It is simply a place outside of our story. The same place that an author resides when he writes a book. Separate from it but within everything. Outside of its timeline but simultaneously every passing moment. Revising actions so meticulously that we cannot even fathom that our fates had been changed a hundred years after the last page of our story had been finished."

She stepped forward, her hair swung side to side. She had taken off her battle armor, leaving only the skintight grey suit to cover her. "This is what he - we - call the World of Darkness. Paradise. A world where nothing we cannot do. Where we cannot feel pain that we do not desire, where the actions of others cannot doom us to lonely eternity. There is no death here. There is no tragedy, no pain. No permanence. This is his World for us. Our Outer Heaven."

There is a tree.

"Yes there is." It was an apple tree in the middle of the emptiness. There was cool grass beneath their feet. A gentle wind caressed them. Lambda brushed a lock of her hair from her face. Though softer than sin the wind blew Lambda's hair dramatically behind her - lifting even the large sword that she braided her hair around.

There is a serpent.

"That is Him." He was jet black, hanging lazily from a branch. He held an apple in his maw. His eyes were green and shimmered as if wet.

And these apples?

"Paradise." There was a grey-haired girl sitting at the base of the tree. Her eyes were closed. Her skin was pale. She wore a simple white dress. She looked so peaceful and still that she might have been dead. "Ruby," he said "I think you understand. The pain of loss, the loneliness when discarded by a loved one. That to know love is to know suffering in absence." He spoke without moving his mouth. Lambda sat down next to the sleeping girl.

The serpent put the apple into Bewp's hand.

"The power to undo anything. To return the world to what it once was. That is what I seek. That is what I have built here. But this is a fake Paradise. My own heart still yearns for its home." He smiled kindly. "My home which is the same as yours. To build a true heaven."

To partake in such fantasy.

"Is not impossible nor immoral. Think of your own happiness. Inherit Ruby's will - or forget Ruby's reality." The serpent dropped down into the grass. The invisible sun sung on his scales. "It is not selfish to wish to be happy. It is not foolish to wish for the happiness of another. For you - or for her. The world we hail from is cruel after all.

Ruby loves Titania and Deborah. She wants to be with them. But I wonder what you want. To protect your young mistress perhaps? The one in our home? Would you let her choose? As irrational as human minds can be? O pitiful creation of cruel Gods, have you the will to choose?""

Orinon · Sep 29, 2015

The Void: Inside the Vault Icarus, Goenitz
Icarus had been inside the Vault for what felt like an hour sure he had probably only entered a few minutes ago, but time was not consistent in the void, a few weeks could easily turn into a year if you went deep enough, assuming you could survive the Love-craftian abomination. Icarus was more focused on the monster in the water. he could barely see it, and e felt so much heavier.
"Hmm I guess there's no other way around it I have to kill the thing," He took in a deep breath he had a plan now, if the creature was blind and it lived inside the water then his lightning and ability to fly would give him an advantage.... hopefully. He took to the air and Charged his lighting black lightning coursed though his fingers focusing it so much the air began to smell of Ozone, and the air around his hands began to glow.
"TAKE THIS"
He fired a two pulsing bolts of lightning into the water That's when he realized his plans had some unfortunate consequences the beast writhed in Pain but the walls began to human ant as he looked up he felt a strange sense of...
That's when the Unique design of the room showed it more special features a bit of magic guided the lightning back to Icarus While he was getting it better than the monster in the water, it was still painful. Gritting his teeth he doubled his efforts the beast tentacle rose up to strike but they were convulsing wildly in the dim glow of his lightning he realized that the long thick tentacles had multiple mouth lined with sharp teeth. Not relenting he let out a scream, and put everything hed had the Beast's mouth let out a scream, then a long low moan of pain before the tentacles fell splashing ice cold water Icarus sighed. He lowered down to the platform and breathed heavily, his shoulder felt like he was suffering an electrical burn. He sat down and noticed the creatures body was moving to the bottom and the water was draining away, leaving the partially slimy walls revealed as the walls retained a strange glow, Taking a breath he spread his wings the water had drained away, he slowly slid down towards a black holes he then realized hed have to fold his wings, he touched the cold metal walls and began sliding down his wings tucked in close and slipped into the whole it was not pleasant but he found himself in a more well lit room. he then realized he was in a more dire position he saw a he was in a more organic looking room with dirt floor, however the floor had hundreds of swords sticking out to the ground tip first, but more concerning was the huge skull of a dragon, He did a quick count he realized there could be at least 100 soldiers..
"Well isn't that peachy"

NotYetForsaken · Sep 29, 2015

Heartfelt Rattle
Chapter: 1 - Prelude to Slaughter
May he love tomorrow who has never loved before; And may he who has loved, love tomorrow as well.

Dutiful Daughter

"White. The story always begins with white. Unwritten the story is white - the color of untainted sheets. Blank - untold the story is white. Undeveloped, unformed. Still yet chaotic. The primordial white begins our story like any other. Let us paint a picture. A splash of red. A dash of gold. The vibrant ambiance of flesh tones - colors taken from the gentleness of a peach. There, together, they come to form our character.

She is a young woman. Beautiful by design, kind by nature. Eyes shining like pools of liquid gold. Hair scarlet, not quite as dark as blood, instead taking an essence of a unripe cherry. Her eyes are closed. The world to her is hazy. The darkness had consumed her once. In fury and blood, lost, in fire and blame, broken.

Then she awakes.

The world is not so empty as it seems. The hum of engines in a spacious room. It is made from metal, wrought of processed iron, finished with brass and paneled with wood. The room is quite empty. A light hangs halfheartedly from the roof. This marked the first time I ever reached out to someone. They had hitherto come to me, often with cruel intentions, but this one. This woman. To me she was special. She called out to me. Bid me to come see her. To quell the tempest within her own heart. At least that is what I tell myself.

This story is soft. Gentler than my last ones. This story will shed no blood. Ah, rather, it ought to shed as little blood as possible. She stands. Her body is long and strong. She is shapely. It bade me to some inner jealousy.

[color=BA0025]"Don't kill them..."[/color] our hero said. Our hero's eyes were frantic. Our hero looked here and there, searching for something. The room was empty. Except for her. So what was she to do?

[color=BA0025]"Ryan? Is this you!? What's going on!? I'm confused!"[/color] Our hero spun around. Our hero tail slid smoothly against the waxed wooden floor below. The light only cast a dim glow in the room. The shadows hit the walls and corners. If felt as if our hero had been consumed by another world. Lost. [color=BA0025]"Seriously! Stop it! What's going on!? Where are the people, the others, where is ANYONE!?"[/color]

Had our hero gone insane? Our hero speaks, so she listens."

[color=BA0025]"Who are you!? Where am I!? Answer me, answer me, answer me!"[/color] Miia looked like she was on the brink of tears. She stepped out into the light. She had long blonde hair. Neatly brushed, well conditioned. Beautiful, shining hair. She had blue eyes. A threatening azure torn from the depths of the sea. Darkness swirled around her into solid form. A serpent, not quite a snake. Too big, too menacing, too unnatural. It held around her waist like a macabre belt. It's eyes were a brilliant synthetic green. It had to be a dragon. A malicious, evil dragon.

"Hello," she said. The light shone on her face now. She looked young, almost as if she were in her mid teens. Her brows were neat and her lips were painted a faint rose. She had a small nose and a smooth jaw. Miia had never seen this person before in her life. "Hello Miia. Welcome to the Rising Dawn. You're dreaming. So won't you sit down with me and let me tell you a story?"

There was a lull in the conversation.

The Lieutenant cracked a kind smile, "You don't have to be worried. Come near, my name is Dolores -darlin'- Dolores Selmy. Let me get you settled in. Let me tell you,

a story."

000Ronald · Sep 30, 2015

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Elise, Nadalia, Ryan, ~~Miia~~, Blade, Black Harte, The Batter, Rory, Alpha, Storm, Edge, etc

Edge skidded to a halt fifty meters from where the battle was taking place, on a building some six stories over the helipad. While the others caught up with him, he took some time to scan the battlefield, get his bearings. He saw the group already assembled on the battlefield cleaving through the small army assembled against them like they were made of corn-syrup filled paper mache. He saw Ryan (although he didn't know it was him, because of the mask) choke out Niia, and carry her away from the battle. From where he was standing, he couldn't quite hear her, but caught a gyst of what was happening. Poor girl he thought. You can hate me as much as you want for this. I don't mind. The only thing that matters is keeping people like you safe from harm.

After a short time, the other soldiers caught up with him. "Which of you has the best eyes?" Edge asked. One soldier stepped forward. "Pay close attention;" Edge pointed to each member of the Rising Dawn crew. To Blade "Friendly 1" To The Batter "Friendly 2" To Alpha "Friendly 3" To Storm "Friendly 4" To Elise "Friendly 5" To Black Harte "Friendly 6" To Nadalia "Friendly 7" To Rory "Friendly 8. Those two-" pointing to Ryan and Miia "are N-C Alph and Bay; if the masked one starts fighting, he's Friendly 9. Got it?" The soldier nodded. "Alright. That guy-" Edge pointed to the woman [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/cnc/images/4/44/Nod_Commando_2047_Cropped.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20070804143006] "Bogie A" to the robot [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/cnc/images/e/ea/AvatarWarmech_CC3_Game1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20090704195012] "Bogie B. When Wesker gets here, he's Bogie Zed; we need to keep him away from that jet. Can you remember all that?"

The soldier nodded. "Already committed to memory."

"Good man." Edge said, patting him on the shoulder. "Your job is to keep an eye on the field, keep me informed. If you see someone in trouble, have them-" Edge pointed to the other two soldiers. "Take 'em out. If you need me to do something, let me know. If I bark something at you-"

"'How high.'" the soldier said, nodding. "Got it. Kinda glad to be out of the fray, if I'm being honest."

"That's the point." Edge said, taking his walkie-talkie. "Is there an open channel on these-"

"Ten through fourteen are usually open; I'll switch to twelve."

Edge nodded. "If there's trouble, run. You don't need to die here."

And with that, Edge jumped off the building and into the fray. The soldier looked up into the sky. "Yeah, I don't think running is going to help any..." The solder shook his head. "You two; see that big robot? Fire a couple rounds at it; see what happens. After that, fire at anyone that doesn't look like they walked out of a comic book."

[color=9f2b68]"Attention all points,"[/color] Kazuya said. [color=9f2b68]"Wesker has managed to call in a nuclear strike to take out the base. You need to find him and capture him before the Missile lands. He's our only lead to Bison. we're doing everything we can our end to delay the missile, but you need to hurry. Drop everything and find the bastard before this entire place turns into a massive smoking crater!"[/color]

Boss chuckled. "Well that's a hell of a thing. Can the Son of Perdition survive an assault from The Horseman of The Desert? Get your front row seats now!"

Luke blinked. "[color=eca222]You don't believe me when I said I couldn't do much of anything, did you?[/color]"

"Have I not made that exceedingly clear by now?" Boss asked. "No. No, I do not believe you, because the very notion that someone of your obvious power would allow themselves to be put in a position where they are effectively powerless makes no sense. Even assuming you had some kind of personal stake in being here, it doesn't make sense. You, at this moment, at least seem to be one of the mightiest beings I have encountered in my short time on these many worlds. I have met beings that have called themselves gods; The Mad King Vikita, The God-King Gilgamesh, The Path That Crosses The River, The Greydall System, He Who Casts His Shadow Over The Mountains, The Hand That Holds The Sword of God, and of all those beings you, you, have the closest stake to what they claim to be." The last five words were punctuated by strong raps on the bar. "And yet here you are. Makin' drinks. And phone calls. Chattin' with beings so small and insignificant that we may as well be ants. Even if, even if you had some personal stake in being here, there has to have been a way to maintain your power while exerting the same level of power. Sending a minion, or an avatar even." Boss leaned back and sighed. "That's not true. You could be hiding. You could be...I don't know, on vacation. You could have been usurped. There's even an odd chance you could be trying to keep us out of some kind of trouble. But none of those things adds up with what you've told me, or how you've gone about telling me." Boss shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe I'm biased. Maybe there's something I don't know. In fact, there's almost certainly something I don't know." Boss looked over to the small, round windows dotting one side of the canteen. "Could you stop it? The nuke, I mean. Hypothetically."

"[color=eca222]Hypothetically?[/color]" Luke said. "[color=eca222]If efforts of everyone here were to fail to stop it, then yes. I would be allowed intervene.[/color]"

"But that wouldn't happen." Boss said. "Between G-Corp, The President, and everyone on The Rising dawn, there's probably enough...not firepower, but effort, maybe? To stop a barrage of nukes. In fact, odds are I could do that by myself. People make a big deal about atomic weapons, but really they're just big clocks. Take out a gear and the whole thing stops." Boss nodded. "Yeah. I could just teleport out there and stop it by myself by hitting it really hard. So let's take that off the table."

"[color=eca222]'Off the table?'[/color]" Luke asked.

"I won't go out and stop it. If The President fails, if Kazuya fails, if everyone here on The Rising Dawn crew fails, I will not personally intervene. I won't step in and teleport the nuke to space. Or break it into pieces. Or put up a barrier around it. I'm just gonna sit here and...wait."

"[color=eca222]You would let all your friends die? And allow the fallout to kill tens of millions of people?[/color]"

"No, no, no, because here's the thing-you just said that if everyone failed...you would intervene. And you are much, much, much more powerful than I am. Like...like, if I were a nuke? You would be ten thousand suns. And I'm pretty sure you're aware of that. So...it would simply be...ineffective for me to step in when you could take care of it. From my point of view."

"[color=eca222]Even so.[/color]" Luke said. "[color=eca222]If I were lying, I could be lying about my capacity to intervene at all. You're playing a dangerous game.[/color]"

Boss chuckled. "If you're trying to mess with my head, it won't work. That nuke? It doesn't have...let's say a snowball's chance in hell." Boss smiled. "Can I get another soda? I don't wanna die thirsty."

Kalastryn · Sep 30, 2015

"I'm taking this thing to space, but it would be real dandy if ya'll could disable the trigger system as I mess with the navigation. After all, we don't have time to fuck around!"

ARES had also run a situational analysis, and had begun arcfolding since the Jet was started. Though fully aware of the shift in plans.

>original plan
Warhead Detonation neutralized.
Impact with black mesa occurs, risk of previously mentioned Tiberium substance upon impact unknown.
>Proposed plan?
No impact occurs, naturally this leads to no detonation of any substance upon success.
Achieving only to redirect the missile could lead to equally terrible consequences.
Tiberium stores would no longer be a factor, but landing elsewhere introduces many potential hazards.
Detonation upon foreign soil could cause an equally devastating global catastrophe, war would ensue and our allied forces aboard the Daedalus would no doubt foster substantial blame.
This course of action is ill advised, though it would be the best course of action if the success in redirecting the bomb off planet can be achieved.
>Augment the two plans by using the nanobots provided by Ms. Rostikova to neutralize the triggering mechanism, as well as the Tesla rifle in the possession of my engineer frame to absorb and store the energy from the bomb's radioactive substance?
If the plan were to land the bomb in foreign soil it's presence would indicate that a strike was arranged against that nation. However no damage would be caused.
Neutralizing the radioactive material's power also prevents any hazard to a splashdown entry into an ocean or other water filled environment... this is the best course of action."

"Katya, if you're going to hand me those nano-machines... I'm sorry that I have not quite remembered your endearment for them, now would be a good time." She states as she begins reassembling herself into her engineer frame. "I propose a change to Wanderer's plan. Though I'd like to augment it a bit further. Sending it out to space seems an undoubtedly good idea to ensure it does not cause any harm... though we should take every possible contingency measure. I'd like your nano-machines not to focus on the radioactive material, but rather on debilitating the trigger mechanism as much as possible. Preferably rendering the bomb inert of course." She continues as death looms ever closer, her transformation finalizing.

"To ensure that Wanderer makes it aboard, and safely off of his rocket before such time as he becomes an astronaut, I shall maneuver the two of us over. I'll also you the secondary function on my Tesla rifle to absorb the radioactive energy for additional precaution. I have a rather unique geometric makeup, so I could dissipate the stored energy over a length of Several thousand miles in controlled containers if necessary. Are we ready?"

Daedalus 2.0 - Hangar: Kalastryn & The President

The distinct silence to Kala's halfway apology and offer of assistance had only went on for so long- a brief moment with the gravity of the situation, before she realized she had overstayed her welcome. With almost complete silence, she made her way to the door. The only words she said were. "Thank you for your assistance. I wish I was deserving of your thanks in kind for the way I offered mine, but instead I must apologize. Temperance is something I value, and I shall admit that while it stoked you to action, I apologize for having taunted you at all. I will show myself to the door." She said before casting dimension door, angled and positioned onto the floor in front of her, and diving through it out to mid air a short distance away.

So... ready to go get that Wesker bastard? Seriously it takes a lot of guts and a lack of any moral values to blow up your own facility- everyone who was loyal enough to work for you included- just to escape!

Demi we have other priorities don't we!? Like stopping that from succeeding to begin with?

Ugh... your just too damn calm right now! You do realize you made one of the most powerful lone men in this world decide to take action on that matter, and do you seriously think that our friends on the ground would let the issue go either? We're the ones who have other things to worry about. Liiike- GETTING THAT SICK BASTARD! Don't forget why we came here, they have it covered!!

... holy- my oh my... I'm stunned. For once you're the voice of reason.

Yeah... and remember what I am? Admit it, the guy is dirt for pulling this kind of shit and callously sacrificing all those people who liked him soooo much that they couldn't just listen to reason and let us arrest him. Admit it, you want to hit him pretty badly don't ya?

... So where should we be flying back to again?

Knowing the people we pal around with, they're nearly done. Listen for a lot of gunfire... you'll be on the right track while the enemy is on their last legs.

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Elise, Nadalia, Ryan, Miia, Blade, Black Harte, The Batter, Rory, Alpha, Storm, Edge, Kalastryn, etc

And so was the case as Kala glided above the fray, surveying for the best place to land (and most fittingly looking much akin to a circling vulture, with how things were going.) She had arrived just in time to hear the length of Miia's outburst toward the robed figure (and really... it would be surprising if some far off god didn't hear of her virtues in this situation... she must have some lung capacity to cry and rant like that) all before throwing herself between an attack in defense of an enemy.

Damn, if this were a competition I'll say that as far as earning the wings on your back you never pulled that shit!

............

What? I say something funny?

You're right. Some far away goddess from another world awarded my virtue out of pity, and I suppose the situation is far different... but it does pale compared to acting like that. I amended for it as best I could but I did help in SOME degree with the devil invasion of Stormreach... I should make sure they're alright. Didn't she call him... Ryan was it?

She thought back and forth with her shadow before landing neatly next to the robed figure as he choked her out and had carried her to safety.

"I assume the rift brought her here... she definitely doesn't seem suited for the rage of war. I could take her back aboard the Rising Dawn to recuperate in safety if you wish?" She says, kneeling down next to the two of them.

Generic NPC 22 · Oct 1, 2015

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Armory
"What the F00k?!"
Katya Rostikova

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"Wh@7 t3h h0ly f00k1n' f00k?!" The Rising Dawn's resident Hacker and Cunning Linguist cursed as she watched the stupid macho bullshit unfold in front of her eyes. Was he even listening to what Katya had said? Did he even know what in the FUCK he was doing and the sheer amount of damage that he could cause if he allowed the Missile to explode anywhere? The Rising Dawn's Resident Hot Head was tempted to say fuck the Earth and blast the Missile out of the sky with Wanderer on it using her Volcano Sniper's Rifle. It was only through ARES-35's intervention that Wanderer didn't suddenly find himself riding a radioactive fireball.

"Katya, if you're going to hand me those nano-machines... I'm sorry that I have not quite remembered your endearment for them, now would be a good time." She stated as she begins reassembling herself into her engineer frame. "I propose a change to Wanderer's plan. Though I'd like to augment it a bit further. Sending it out to space seems an undoubtedly good idea to ensure it does not cause any harm... though we should take every possible contingency measure. I'd like your nano-machines not to focus on the radioactive material, but rather on debilitating the trigger mechanism as much as possible. Preferably rendering the bomb inert of course."

The plan was sound. She simply had to have B3WP's nano agents work on disabling the multiple detonation triggers prior to the them being triggered when whomever sent the missile noticed that it was no longer on its way towards its intended target. That was a thing you know.

"David... any chance you could get someone to jam up radio reception in the area?" Katya asked as she edged towards the open door.

"Are we ready?" ARES asked getting a nod in response from the Rising Dawn's Resident Plotter. Jumping off of the aircraft, both women landed on the surface of the missile's super structure. While Wanderer and ARES were able to stick to the surface using some sort of high tech magnetic system, Katya used the low tech option. A series of nano-tubules punched into the missile's skin, anchoring the woman to the missile even as she walked over to Wanderer and shoved him.

"J00r a f00king 1d10t, j00 f00k1n' @ssh@7!! D1dn'7 j00 h3@r wh@7 1 s@1d @b0u7 l3771ng t3h m1ss1l3 3xp10d3?!"

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Black Mesa Executive Helipad
"Mistaken Beliefs"
Rory Mercury

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The blade of the Halberd stopped in mid stroke, its keen edge stopping a ways from touching any of the scales on Miia's serpentine body. Contrary to Ryan's belief, Rory Mercury was not the sort of berserker that would have eviscerated the Lamia for simply placing herself between Death's Demi-Goddess and her prey. While one could accuse Rory being a blood thirty harlot, they could not accuse of her being a blood thirsty harlot with no morals. Did she not assist in the defense of Italica when they were being attacked by the Former Members of the Defeated Imperial Expeditionary Force turned bandits? Did she also not assist in the evacuation of Coda Village when they were fleeing the Fire Dragon? Did she not also protect Coda Village by slaughtering a group of bandits that were in the midst of planning an attack on the village? Did not the people of Falmart respect her in her role as Oracle to Emloy? No, she would not have killed Miia for her naive innocence. It would have been more productive to educate the young Lamia on why it was that these people needed to be sent to Emloy rather than being allowed to live.

Poor innocent Lamia. She was unaware of how the world was. As the souls of the dead soldiers passed through Rory's body on their way to Emloy, they whispered their secrets into the young looking girl's ears. They told her of their devotion of the false Messiah known as Kane and their worship of the alien substance known as Tiberium. They spoke of their desire to cover the Earth in the stuff and how it would purify the world by changing the populace through a violent and painful mutation process. This sort of zealotry made these soldiers a lost cause. They had utterly devoted their mind, body and soul so heavily into this belief that they allowed themselves to be mangled and transformed into a hybrid of man and machine. To allow even one of these people to live would have been a danger to the world and when one considers the implications of a dead world versus the sadness of a NOD soldier's family, there was no comparison.

Launching herself into the air, the Darkly Dressed Loli performed a forward flip over the feuding couple before landing behind them. A quick thrust backwards with her Halberd ended the life of the ailing NOD soldier as the hilt pierced the man's chest. Looking about, Rory placed herself into a position to protect the two while they hashed out their difference only... there was silence behind her. Turning her head, she saw that Miia had been rendered unconscious as a result of the choke hold that Ryan had placed upon her. Behind her, the man in the orange mask was in the process of retreating from the battlefield before placing himself in some out of the way corner. She understood this. Not everyone could be a remorseless killer.

Breaking her gaze from the confused couple, Rory returned her attention to the rest of the NOD soldiers and surged forward, her laughter bouncing off the canyon walls, mixing with the terrified screams of the dying, the sounds of gunfire and the sounds of a halberd cutting through the air before cutting into the flesh of some unlucky sod. The souls of the dead flowed through her as she continued to survey the field for the enemy's commander... this Wesker person. Well... if you couldn't find them... maybe you could draw them out.

"YOOHOOO! MISTER WESKER! COME OUT COME OUT!!!!! Rory the Reaper called out. Perhaps someone should have told her this was a capture mission...

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Oct 1, 2015

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Wesker Vs. Most of the Cast

After the last of the resistance was mopped up on the Helipad and Rory began to call Wesker out, there was a major sense of dread starting to fill the administrator's being.
There was a nuclear weapon heading his way, at least a dozen super-powered beings was standing between him and his exit path and, while he was confident in his skills and power, he knew from experience that trying to solo the entire Rising Dawn at once was just asking for trouble, if not a death sentence.
While the last of NOD's finest was all but eliminated, the man himself finally made his way out onto the helipad, slowly stepping into view with his hands up in the air.
"If you value your lives, you will leave now..." He shouted out as he took small tense steps towards his aircraft, right as an object in his right hand came into view.
"I am holding a nuclear detonation switch for the missile currently making it's way to this base right now! It has been primed and currently, my finger is the only thing preventing a flood of radioactive material from sweeping down on the entire American South-East. Make any move against me and your damming millions of people, including yourselves, to a slow and painful death." He repeated as he kept walking forward, looking around for any sneak attackers.
"Now, you have about-....10 minutes to leave the blast zone. While the missile will wipe this base off the map, I can assure you, safeguards put in place will limit the effects of it's detonation on the nearby public. We will part ways and everyone lives..." He reminded everyone, right as he could feel their sights line up on him.
Sweat flowed down his forehead, this was a condemned man walking though a convention of Firing Squad members as he took another slow step towards his aircraft.
"....You two!...Get the engine running...If any harm comes to them, Arizona is getting a nuclear winter!" he ordered to a duo of his remaining men as he began to make their way to the aircraft and began to fire up the engines, all while Wesker kept walking right into the mouth of the lion.

This was around this time that rest of the crew still in the base made it, each one getting greeted with the sight of Wesker shaking almost as he marched forward with his hands in the air.
"Wesker! You son of a bit-"
"BACK UP! BACK THE HELL UP! I'M A MAN WITH NOTHING TO LOSE BUT HIS FREEDOM! YOU TAKE ANOTHER STEP CLOSER AND I'LL BLAST US ALL BACK TO THE STONE AGE!" The doctor shouted at Rugal before monitoring to his detonator.
"AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF BEING CLEVER AND TEARING MY ARM OFF! THE FORCE OF THE IMPACT ALONE WOULD TRIGGER THIS FUCKING THING AND KILL US ALL!" He then shouted, the stress of the situation starting to crack his normally cool persona, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he took panicked irregular breaths as the aircraft started to finish it's pre-flight checks.
"Oh, you got to be shitting me! We can't just let him walk out of here!" Blade whined as Wesker was doing just that, one last roll of the dice for his life.
Rugal did as he was told and slowly walked back, leaving his hands were they could be seen as his discreetly used his communication ring.
"Attention everyone tending to the missile, Wesker's going full suicide bomber on us and is threatening to detonate it prematurely if we don't let him escape, you need to finish your objective and fast!"

Black Mesa Airspace: Danger Zone: David, Katya, ARES, Wanderer

"YEAH! YEAH! WE'RE WORKING ON IT!" David shouted back as they began to move up parallel with the missile [http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/swfanon/images/b/b9/EGTFENighthawk.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20090605045931], the incoming harbinger of nuclear death kindly slowing down at it neared ground zero, least enough for this to even be possible.
"Get to work people! Wesker has a remote trigger and I'm sure as shit not going to be here when he uses that bastard of a thing! We don't have any means to jam the signal to for fucks sake we the lead out!" He shouted at the kids in the back seat as they got to work.
"Oh fuck me...This is really happening..."
David didn't even bother to look at the others as they got to work, instead the fear of flying to close to one of the most lethal things on the face the earth was starting to get to him.
Gripping on the flight stick with WAY more force then needed, he began to close his eyes as he hummed something in Irish.

"Sinne Fianna Fáil,
atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn,
Buíon dár slua
thar toinn do ráinig chughainn,
Faoi mhóid bheith saor
Seantír ár sinsear feasta,
Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill.
Anocht a théam sa bhearna baoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil,
Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar,
Seo libh canaig amhrán na bhfiann"

[footnote]Republic of Ireland's National Anthem: Amhrán na bhFiann (The Soldiers' Song) [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEtMEPXy_RI][/footnote]

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Wesker Vs. Most of the Cast

Back on the ground, Wesker was slowly advancing on the airship before a distant bang could be heard.
The man himself jolted a little before looking out to the sky to see his missile now coming towards the base a lot faster then before.
"WHAT?! No-....NO! THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" He screamed fanatically as he realized that he wouldn't be able to escape the blast anymore.
What happened next though was just the cherry on top of the sundae that was today's events.
Before the missile could make contact with the Helipad, there was a "Blink you you'd miss it" moment of Wanderer doing all Major Kong on the missile overhead before it went to fly back upwards into the sky away from the base, the cries of joy from Wanderer barely able to be heard.
"...Really!...Really?..." He stammered for a moment before letting his finger off the trigger-
...Let his finger off the trigger...
...And nothing happened, the doctor even tried shaking the trigger, hitting a view times, but nothing happened.
"..."
"...God bless that crazy bastard..." Rugal exasperatedly said as he looked up at the missile flying though the sky like some kind of shooting star.
"...Wait-How exactly is he going to get back down?..."
"It's Wanderer. He'll figure something out..."
Shortly after Wanderer had raced past, the aircraft that David was flying landed nearby, right before the man himself bailed out from it and collapsed on his hands and knees before violently puking his guts out.
Not from radiation or anything, just the sheer stomach turning terror of being that close to a possible Hiroshima.
With his final trump card now flying into the wind (Literially) Wesker's face soured massively as he slowly turned around, knowing full well what was coming next, before his face met full force into Rugal's fist, blood, tinted glass and even a tooth flying before he flopped face down on the ground, Knocked the fuck out.

[HEADING=1]WESKER DEFEATED![/HEADING]

-Right, that's the Black Mesa Scene done now, you can now write your characters making their way back to the Rising Dawn or whatever you think they would do now.
For the record, assume that every other character in the base is now at the Helipad.

StormShaun, GenericNPC22, Kalastryn: Sorry for glossing over the details of the disarming, but this was easier then me posting Wesker walking around, then waiting on the posts of the missile getting disarmed, then posting this.
Feel free to add your characters POVs of the disarming in your next post should you wish to do so.

Edit: Just to be clear, I went with ARES's idea of the disarming of the Trigger, the Removal of the Nuclear Payload THEN Wanderer riding it into space.
I realized I didn't really make that too clear in my post so sorry about that ^^;

-Sorry if you were expecting a fight scene, but Wesker kind knew that he wouldn't win that fight and, unlike Cortex, wasn't doing to delude himself.
That and there was enough fighting just getting to his part without adding some silly "Final Mutation" bit.

-Rest of reactions up soon, just been busy with college and other stuff.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Oct 1, 2015

Black Mesa Transit System: AA!Darren, Annie, Ghost

Ghost wasn't really sure how to answer that question, but mainly because the more they talked about Kazuya, the more something kinda dreadful came to mind.

Code:

*TSK!* "The only thing I know is that you are still most likely wanted for that city you leveled and, if G-Corp was to find you, they would most likely try to imprison you. And if they don't do it, then UNIT would..." *TSK!*

He explained as he seemed a little more stressed about that then he let on.

Code:

*TSK!* "...Right...Shit....Okay, once we get back topside, you'll need to grab the nearest G-Corp soldier, beat the crap out of him/her and take their gear. Because if Kazuya sees Annie Leonhart walking around, she'll end up just like I-...er, Deadshot ended up." *TSK!*

He then added right before the transit system came outwards from the bowels of the mesa and began to make it's way towards the Exec Helipad.

Code:

*TSK!* "Gah crap, this is my stop. Need to jet, Got secret agent-y stuff to do. Been a pleasure as always!" *TSK!*

He then said before opening on of the windows and leaping out of it, decending down the Mesa to were a waiting G-Corp 4 wheel drive was parked.
"...urg, what a asshole. Really hope I didn't make him..." Darren said as he looked towards the incoming group of people that looked a lot li-
"...Oh shit...Fucking hell, wait for me!" He panicked before attempting to recreate Ghost's escape, something about seeing the rest of the Rising Dawn was prompting him to try and make a break for it.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Oct 1, 2015

The Void: Inside the Vault Icarus, Goenitz

While Icarus was making new "Friends", there was a slight flash in the Void as a small portal opened, allowing Goenitz a much more discreet way of entering the fault (Even if he had to take the long way around to get there).
Once he was inside, he was greeted with the sight of Icarus fighting what seemed to be an entire army, something that perked his interest.
[color=006566]Hm...Either Dillon was a terrible parent or there is something here that warrants all this extra security...Well...Get to it, Icarus. I don't have all day...[/color] He thought to himself before letting his human form fade away into the air(?) that was contained here, being everywhere and nowhere at the same time as he watched Icarus wear himself out.
After all, if he was too worn down from all this fighting, then he would be easily able to get his hands on the artifact by the time Icarus was done.

Orinon · Oct 1, 2015

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Wesker Vs. Most of the Cast

Selena Finally managed to get out of the maze that was the base and managed to find the group just as she saw The Captain knock out their target Wesker, she was struggling her clothes in tatters leaning on he broom as a walking stick, she looked around, everyone was in about the same condition she was. as her, though some had significantly more blood on them then others she saw bloody weapons as well.
she limped forward her clothes were more like tattered rags held together by a few seams she had a multitude of cuts from various shrapnel, and potentially a few broken bones.
"SO I guess we won?" she asked breathing heavily she wasn't sure if something in her right leg was broken or sprained but she couldn't walk it. Her mind drifted thinking about Icarus wondering what kind of terrible trials he was going through...

The Void: Inside the Vault Icarus, Goenitz
Icarus realized that there was an obsidian Pedestal in the center of the mound and oddly there wasn't a sword in it, weird you'd think with all these swords in the ground there'd be a sword in the sto-
"Oh COME ON" he said a little too loud and suddenly the sword-kin sprung to life he grit his teeth he held absolutely still maybe they were friendly, hell maybe they would even want to help him, they stood there looking at him, maybe they would-
Then one of them started playing on a guitar

For the dance skip to 3:00,

He recognized the song and the sword-kin had formed a triangle but there was no point in the formation, he realized what he'd have to do the Sword-kin seemed to do a dance rather slowly as if showing the routine.
"Dad if your watching this I hope your having a laugh." He jumped in on the chorus

Well this is humiliating oh well at least no one can see me oh well, Focus on the routine he managed to keep ace with the drops steps and spins as he kept going he was getting closer to that Pedestal, he' have to be quick but if he Brought Dark Excalibur to hand in line with the dance.
"If we only Stayed together I might not have fallen apart"
To an unseen observe this was oddly bizarre, especially as the half angel sang along to get into better rhythm.
"But the words You served Destroyed my planet" I said and A black sword appeared in his hand.
"I stall before I start" He continued and knelt down with a fluid motion brought the tip of the blade into the stonework part of him cringed doing so that was downright abusive to the blade....
"Anything at ALL" He finished and the Sword-kin had stopped they were all kneeling in front of him.
"HAIL-HAIL, HAIL ICARUS SON OF THE RAVEN KING" he felt a dark red blush creeping onto his face as the Dragon skull began to open it's mouth the skull was so huge it served as a door. You could easily see inside to the final room The sword-kin moved with him.
The Vault walls were made of dark iron lit with a strange small Blue Sun-like ball in the center of the domed roof. The sword-kin opened the heavy doors inside the vault showing the many treasures, a portion of His Father's wealth: plenty of gold and silver Ingots, huge gemstones, and a large amount of ancient coins. Originally these had been offerings given to the Eldritch Gods that his father had collected. The sword-kin then opened a set of double doors showing an elaborate set of amour and a beautiful black cloak lined with raven feathers as soon as he touched it he felt a vision overcome him.

Amaya was finishing the cloak on Dillon as he looked into a full length mirror.
"This should fit him, Least I hope so." Amaya stopped "Is something bothering you?"
Dillon sighed and looked over to her. "It's just I know I can't live forever, Considering the poor decisions I made your gonna outlive me by at least 200 years, I know this sounds ridiculous but, all I want is to stay with you, and raise our family together, I've never been happier than living with you."

Icarus was woken to the void and he could feel two tears streaming from his eyes He quickly wiped them away some of the sword-kin were now doing something quite unusual there were four of them and they seemed significantly different, their bodies were made of very distinct metals. They bowed before Icarus before standing in a circle.
The other Sword-kin, gestured, they were going to help him get the new armor on. The blue sun made the normally freezing Void quite warm, meaning Icarus could remove most of his outer clothes, his chain-mail stayed but they helped him into what look like a well made dark blue doublet, in fact it was a piece of Brigandine, once it was laced tight they slid onto him a Demi-Cuirass made of solid steel he was surprised he was certain the steel would stop all movements but no such thing occurred, it was finely shaped, and the Brigandine allowed flex as the plates inside the doublet were not fixed together.
Many of the Kin began fixing small metal scales to the chain-mail on his arms stopping at the elbows, then a square of scale-mail went around his neck folding into two triangles, the Kin then began strapping metal plating onto his legs, then a set of beautiful gauntlets, there were two pieces of armor left in the Vault: a helmet, and strangely another gauntlet this one was for the right hand and was quite unusual looking.
It was comprised of a black metal Icarus had never seen before, It was made of sharp plating, the fingers ended in sharp claws, on the back of the hand was a red circular jewel. A Sword-kin lifted the gauntlet and helped him put it on, immediately he felt a rush of energy
Greeting Young Icarus I am The Dragon of Twilight, I and my rival had perished but our souls lived on in the Void Your father proposed to me a partnership I would lend you my strength and in return I know the thrill of battle once more.
"So Your the Soul of a dragon, bound into a gauntlet, well I guess that explains why it looks the way it does." He picked up the Helmet and put it on It had a strong resemblance to the head of a raven it was well designed and he had a good field of vision, overall he felt much more protected, the cuirass didn't cover much of his back to allow room for his wings but it should be OK."
That's when he noticed the four Special Sword-kin They had been absorbing the Blue Sun's energy and now began moving in a circle hands join they were humming with energy. They began moving faster as their feet floated off the ground, they got closer and spun faster and faster, moved closer and closer.
Suddenly the sun let out a radiant burst. When Icarus looked again a beautiful double edged sword was before him he stepped forward and was almost amazed by the beauty of the craftsmanship, it was long enough to almost reach his shoulder, the blade had a dark rippled designs in the metal from it's many materials, a polished Maroon rosewood handle, a bronze guard, and the pommel was shaped into a raven head with amethysts for eyes.

I imagine your taken aback by the sheer beauty of the Sword I should tell you though, it may seem beautiful but others may find it an abomination
"An abomination? This amazing Sword? how could anyone despise it" he said stepping forward to take the sword it was floating waiting to be claimed.
Because This Blade is a paradox to the outside world, during it's forging it had both Divine and Demonic Influence, making it both Holy and Occult. be cautious of the blade, I sense you are similar to that of a fallen Angel, and as such you can be easily harmed by both.
"Alright I Understand." Icarus leaned forward right hand outstretched the Dragon Gauntlet glowed in the blue light, Icarus was excited as he made to grip the hilt......

000Ronald · Oct 2, 2015

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Wesker Vs. Most of the Cast

[HEADING=1]WESKER DEFEATED![/HEADING]

Edge took a deep breath, and grabbed his walkie-talkie. "Message to all units; Wesker has been detained, and the nuclear weapon has been...disarmed? I think? Anyway, it's not-"

Over on the building where the three soldiers had perched, a hearty "FUCK YEAH!" was heard.

"...going to be troubling us." Edge said. "I'm sure you know the drill beyond that. Secure the area. Mop up any remaining resistance. Congradulations." Edge switched over to channel fourteen. "You guys sound happy."

"Sorry, that was Jean." the voice on the other end said. "Says he's going to get himself a new house. Did you need something?"

"Yeah." Edge said. "I want you to go back and find that thing that I was trying to catch."

"It's a Garvedor." The soldier said. "Don't you play Pokemon?"

"...what's a Pokemon?" Edge asked.

"I'll take that as a no." The soldier said. "But yeah. We'll get on it."

"Thanks." Edge said. "I owe you guys a drink when we get back to The Rising Dawn." Switching over to (what he presumed was) Insano's channel, Edge said-

Black Mesa: Portal Room: Insano

[color=00ad83]Last one.[/color] Insano thought, slamming the top of the last panel down. [color=00ad83]I think. I hope.[/color] Insano glanced towards the portal. The closer he had gotten to shutting it down, the more it seemed to be fighting him. Lightning strikes were getting closer and closer to where he stood, and a high-pitched hum had begun emitting through the portal; Insano's experience was that this was not a good fucking thing. [color=00ad83]How much longer until that damnable sound breeches my psi-filters?[/color]

[APPROXIMATELY TWO MINUTES. INTENSITY OF WAVE HAS INCREASED APPROXIMATELY 30% EVERY MINUTE]

[color=00ad83]That's enough time.[/color] Insano thought. [color=00ad83]It should be enough time. I hope it's enough time...[/color] Insano began flipping switches and turning knobs, shutting the machine down.

Without warning, a voice crackled over the walkie-talkie he had propped on one of the consoles. "Insano, this is Edge How close are you to-"

"[color=00ad83]Hold on just-[/color]"

[WARNING! ENE-]

Green lightning shot out from the portal and struck the console Insano was standing in front of. It exploded, flinging him across the room and slamming him into a wall.

[-RGY SURGE IMMINENT! BIO-SYNCH SYSTEMS CRITICALLY DAMAGED! NERVOUS SYSTEM RUNNING AT 40% CAPACITY! RIGHT ARM NO LONGER FUNCTIONAL! LEFT ARM FUNCTIONING AT 20% CAPACITY! REPAIRS MUST BE MADE IMMEDIATELY!]

Insano woke up from his daze; small white spots swam in his vision. He looked down at his right arm; his hand and most of his forearm had been blown off, revealing something...mostly mechanical. Thick, white fluid leaked from the cybernetic appendage, with ribbons of another, pinkish fluid mixed in. [color=00ad83]Oh my. That hasn't happened in awhile. How much time until vital systems start shutting down?[/color]

[LESS THAN TWO MINUTES AT CURRENT CAPACITY]

[color=00ad83]Then I guess we're going to have to get this done in less than two minutes.[/color] Insano thought, hobbling over to the next console, turning knobs, pressing buttons, typing in commands.

[YOU ARE BEING HAILED BY ONE OF YOUR ALLIES; PRESUMABLY THE ONE NAMED 'EDGE']

[color=00ad83]...what do you mean?[/color]

[YOU ARE BEING HAILED VIA THE COMMUNICATION DEVICE. YOUR EARDRUMS WERE RUPTURED DURING THE ENERGY SURGE; YOU MAY NOT BE ABLE TO HEAR HIM]

[color=00ad83]Just another damn thing to fix.[/color] Insano thought, moving over to the last console. [color=00ad83]Is there any way to patch directly into the comm line?[/color]

[NOT AT CURRENT CAPACITY]

That gave Insano a moment's pause. His on-board systems were designed to do...practically anything within reason, and easilly. He should know; he programmed them. That it couldn't do something as simple as hacking into a comm line was not just troubling, but exceptionally troubling. It meant he was in a lot more trouble than he thought he was; either his systems assessment was off by half, or it was focusing most of it's power on something else. Like cycling out undue influence from what must be some kind of roar now coming from that portal. Or keeping him from collapsing in violent spasms on the floor from the pain he should be in. Or even both, come to think of it...

[color=00ad83]Nothing to be done about it.[/color] Insano thought. [color=00ad83]Convert what he's saying to text as best as you can.[/color]

[ONE MOMENT...]

["-UCKING SAY SOMETHING! CAN YOU HEAR ME? DAMN IT, WE NEED SOMEONE TO GO-"]

"[color=00ad83]I'M HERE![/color]" Insano shouted. Or he thought he shouted. The sound of his own voice was far off and distant. "[color=00ad83]I'M ALMOST DONE. JUST NEED TO...PUT IN THE SHUTOFF COMMANDS. SHOULDN'T TAKE BUT A MOMENT.[/color]"

["ARE YOU ALRIGHT? I THOUGHT I HEARD SOMETHING EXPLODE?"]

"[color=00ad83]ONE OF THE CONSOLES I WAS WORKING ON.[/color]" Insano said. "[color=00ad83]NO MATTER, I WAS DONE WITH IT ANYWAYS.[/color]"

["I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING CONSOLE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"]

Insano took a deep breath. "[color=00ad83]...I don't know, actually.[/color]"

Insano hobbled over to the last console. Accessed it. Punched in the shutdown codes. Pressed enter. Pressed enter again.

[color=00ad83]Fucking triple redundancy.[/color] Insano thought.

The portal swelled for a moment, before collapsing with a bang; Insano not only heard this, but felt it. The shockwave from the portal's collapse hit him like a wave of water, but he held himself upright.

Silence.

["WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?"]

"[color=00ad83]THAT WAS THE PORTAL COLLAPSING.[/color]" Insano said. "[color=00ad83]IT'S DONE.[/color]"

[color=00ad83]Is it done?[/color] Insano thought.

AMBIENT ALTERON LEVELS ARE AT 750 LUVHOGS, BUT ARE LOWERING RAPIDLY.

[color=00ad83]Then it's over.[/color] Insano thought, taking a deep breath. Curious now, Insano walked over to where the portal had been. A resonance cascade required matter from a foreign universe. It was usually a scrap of metal, or some kind of stone, just because that tended to be the most available. As he moved close, Insano saw that that was clearly not the case here.

Insano reached into the array, and pulled out a single, severed human finger.

["INSANO! INSANO ARE YOU STILL THERE? I SENT A TEAM DOWN TO GET YOU!"]

"[color=00ad83]THAT'S NICE.[/color]" Insano said, pocketing the finger. "[color=00ad83]I'LL...I'LL TRY TO HEAD THEM OFF.[/color]"

[color=00ad83]How long until I pass out?[/color] Insano thought.

[WITHOUT IMMEDIATE REPAIRS? APPROXIMATELY TWENTY MINUTES]

Insano bent over and picked up his walkie-talkie. [color=00ad83]That's more than enough time.[/color]

Kalastryn · Oct 3, 2015

Aboard the missile: ARES 35, Katya Rostikava, Wanderer

Katya's outburst needless to say got ARES' attention as the droid flipped the setting on her Tesla rifle to drain the energy from the nuclear bomb. "Hey hey! I understand your frustration but now is NOT the time to chastise the man! Redirecting this missile off planet is a good idea... even though I'm admitting that's coming from a self admitted madman. Ours alone would still result in impact with the damn itself, which if we happen to scatter that Tiberium material you mentioned everywhere? I'm unfamiliar with it's hazards, but you did make it seem grave. I have my grievances to file with him too, but whether or not he decides to ride this thing to the horizon we have a bomb to defuse!" ARES shouted in order to bring focus back to where it was necessary.

All of this said, ARES set to work by connecting the beam from her Tesla rifle to the center of the rocket.[footnote]The Tesla rifle has three particular functions. Two of them already shown. One fires a high voltage bolt, like if Zeus decided HE was going to invent the taser. The second is like a welder that manipulates non-organic matter in limited capacity (was used to repair the hangar) and the third drains the energy from particularly charged substances. So that typically means electrical components, but... I guess plutonium works too! (or whatever the hell is in this thing... I'm not a scientist!) They're using the third function to render the radioactive material inert (or damn close to it if that's not possible) so if Wanderer happens to end up steering the rocket that won't explode to another country, they don't get their hands on it and have it *work.* [/footnote] If Katya were to pay attention to how the machine looked at the moment, she'd notice something particularly strange. Namely that ARES was sweating or... looked like it. That was possible how?

As they each set upon their tasks, the rocket started to pick up the pace, and ARES shouted over to Katya "I'm set! It's still a bomb, but at this point it's just an explosive rocket carrying rocks. Tell me when you've got the trigger jammed and we'll make our exit! I mean... not to suggest manhandling you again but getting down would be tricky without a pair of boots like mine."

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Wesker Vs. Most of the Cast

"...God bless that crazy bastard..." ARES hovered down just in earshot of before bearing witness to a rather glorious sight. The sight of their enemy being knocked the hell out in one blow. "From now on... that should be how we negotiate with the objective. Anyone else agree?" She suggests, letting out a deep sigh of relief. Probably a programmed response, or simply a gesture as... well naturally machines do not require breathing. Looking around at the dead soldiers around them, the enormous rift in the sky above them as it began to... close? (thank goodness) The most vexing of all however, was the nerve he had to attempt to destroy everything and everyone in this facility. Including his own allies. In response to all of this information, ARES said the following as they waited for transport.

"Mr. Bernstein... Thank you for doing that. Had I arrived a few moments sooner, with my programming having been slightly skewed in the hazardous environment he created, I'm not certain I would have been able to trust myself not to simply shoot him, without the stun setting applied. We need him alive, I know... but what kind of man can do this?" She said as she gestured to the very ground they were standing on. "This world is probably very different from my own, as nothing was ever more valued where I was from than human life. Yet that bastard was willing to exterminate all life within an untold radius just to make his escape. Among them the people here who trusted him enough to still defend him even so. This "Rising Dawn" of yours can travel between dimensions yes? I humbly request if it can be helped never to return home, so that I can continue to assist you in endeavors like this. The Accord won't miss one ARES unit, and if I can be of assistance in reminding human beings not to become filth like the actions he took today demonstrate. I would seek this as an alternative to going back to being an overly glorified decoy. Once this matter is all settled and Mr. Mishima withdraw's his presence aboard the Rising Dawn... I would much like my presence with you to persist." She says with a respectful bow of her head.

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Kalastryn, Ryan, Miia

Meanwhile in a separate conversation, as the violence conceded, Ryan's dejected disposition did not. Kala had a few choice words for him regarding these matters.

"So... I could hear your friend's plaintive cries as I flew down, and I must say she had a point. I can say from experience that death is a necessary part of life, but not all death is necessary. From an eagle eye observation I must confess I've become numb to the butchery... but it is present. I could understand if you even feel guilty for intervening upon her intervention when her only interest was to stop it. The important thing is that we all try and learn a very important lesson. She likely has a lot to teach us about how we should handle things, if our own handling of business at MIT was any indication. After all we rendered the building to rubble, and made the dead wake back up to fight again on our behalf."

She says, dismissing her disguise and showing her truly demonic looking form. "You know... I am what I am because I am descended from a long line of fools. The most prominent so dumb enough to bargain his soul away to make my lineage what I am, and what my father was. Though I consider myself wise. The wise one knows that they know nothing, but seek knowledge always. That is why, I remember, I started researching wizardry despite already having a natural magical potency. I don't claim to have all the answers, and I wish there were ways we could avoid having to hurt, or be hurt by, anyone." She says with a sigh.

"At the same time she might have to come to terms, as difficult as it may be to do so, with the fact that violence in some form will be inevitable. I am not sure what world she comes from, and how different it is from my old home, but I envy her innocence. I never had the luxury of being able to speak out on behalf of an enemy I pitied. She can always try and take alternative methods, but at very least we should compromise here. If we have to kill someone, get it over with and spare them the pain. An old poet from my realm had a verse that reflects such a philosophy I believe. It went a bit like the following." she says, clearing her throat as she continues. Her eyes closed as if reflecting as well on what she's about to say.

"The enemy falls to our wrath, and everywhere, their light is fading. But though our cause is just, it must also be remembered that our enemy fought for his own cause and believed in it as strongly as we did in ours. And so I come to this quiet spot to light a candle in honor of his memory. Had fate favored him this day, I would like to think he would have done the same for me."

"Even though the harsh reality is they intend to kill us, and we cannot often afford to hesitate without losing someone dear to us, or dying ourselves as a result... this brutality I concede is a bit much. I'm not suggesting we all throw down our guns and become preachers, but at the same time... if we're going to kill them, we might as well take great pains not to be anything like the brutal people we despise so greatly. She is right. and something must be done about it when we have the time. For now though, we should focus on bringing in Wesker, whom we always intended to live through this day, if that speaks for anything at all." She says tapping her chin as she stands and offers a hand to Ryan to raise him to his feet.

"It's a sad state of affairs I suppose. Conflict arises everywhere, for numerous reasons. It does not matter what nature this conflict is motivated by. Greed, Morality- or a lack thereof, and numerous others... the fact is people simply believe they cannot be wrong. No matter what cause a monster has, even if just by their perspective, a crusader who conflicts with their ideals will surely want to slay them rather than admit that his own cause would be unjust in such a decision.

"What Wesker was about to do to us, and to his own allies... loyal to him to their bitter ends, cannot be justified via whatever angle I look upon it. Though what I mean to convey is in the future, perhaps the best course of action would be not to silence the voice of reason, no?" She says as she waves a hand over to the unconscious Miia.

NotYetForsaken · Oct 4, 2015

Misunderstood Intentions
Location: The Rising Dawn
Raison d'etre.

Fateless Child

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbspNiflheim cocked his head. The imminent threat of nuclear flame had faded and with it, the bad memories that were written into his very being. The crimson mist receded back into him. The fireflies dimmed - once again letting the dying sun fill the scorched mesa with golden light. Time's lazy meandering flow continued ambivalent to the transpired events. Niflheim reflected on the nature of his own being, just how small he was in the open world before him. It was a fleeting sense of wanton humanity that he was unsure whereabouts it had come from; but for now he was lost in the movement of time, watching the sunset was all that he desired.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbspA sharp warbling pitch drew his notice. The trembling of the air was unnatural. It was like an infant's cry. The sun had almost entirely set, the twilight drew its fingers across the sky. The clouds were touched by hues of pink and purple. The endless blue faded to a deep black. The stars and moon danced in the distance casting their light for the creatures of the desert. The Rising Dawn beckoned. The airship bellowed, creaking metal and shifting machinery filled his body with foreboding. The ship approached, gallant in the twilight but at the same time intimidating. It felt distinctly unnatural, as if born of a insidious cruelty and veiled by heroic valor. The warbling sounded again as the ship drew closer. Several aircraft launched from its maw and landed around the heroes of the day. The swirling winds from their engines blew away Niflheim's fireflies. They floated away as if lost in a river. Gone. Gone and forgotten. Who they were individually and who they were before their service did not matter. Even as a whole their consequence was rather small. Even knowing all of that, Niflheim felt somewhat saddened as he watched their lights become engulfed by the fire of the sun.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbspAs the others boarded the shuttles to return to the Rising Dawn, Niflheim reduced himself into a mist and vanished. Seeking to travel his own way back to his spawning grounds.

---

Coming of Age
Location: Primary Cabin Bulkhead | Rising Dawn
Be still my fluttering heart. Tremble not, as my knees do, when I face him.

Molli Faust

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbspSomebody! Anybody! Help, please help! Faust was sprinting down the corridor as fast as she could. John trailed not far behind. The pounding of their feet against the wooden floors was maddening. It sounded like a tribal heartbeat, desperate strikes against taut leather. Thud, thump, thud-thud, thump. When compounded with the hum of the ship's engines and the intangible pull of liquids in pipes their footsteps gave life to the Rising Dawn. A heartbeat for Leviathan. Faust turned right, she slid hard against the waxed floors and slammed into the corner wall. She screamed in shock. John fell forward and caught her, his heavier weight keeping him steady on the floor. He let Faust down as he ran and she hit her stride in a mere moment. The hangar bay was just up ahead. Kazuya was their, and the rest of the heroes would be returning soon. Dolly, hang in there. You are not allowed to die! Someone has to know what's wrong with you! Somebody has to know!

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp"I have the dossiers now," John said, "Nadalia and Edge both having healing abilities, but Teri is designated as the de judeo medic." He flipped the PDA around and slid it back into his belt.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbspFaust made a hard left and slammed into the hangar's main gate. The steel doors clicked and slowly began to open. Hot air rushed into the temperature controlled chambers of the Rising Dawn, throwing Faust's red hair into a whirling frenzy. The hangar was empty. The aircraft had gone down to pick up the crew.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp"No... no, no, no no no no nononononono," Faust wailed. She clawed the sides of her face in shock. John grabbed her from behind to stop her from hurting herself.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay! There are some left on the ship! We have time, we have time!"

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp"No! DOLLY!" Faust broke down into incoherent sobs. John held her close. The hot desert wind enveloped them as the last rays of the sun broke into the open hangar array. It was big. The entire ship was gargantuan in scale. Still, or rather, because of the size of the open space before them, they felt helplessly small. Sane men locked away in a prison of metal - treated by wardens born from Hell. The soul trembled before the utter vastness of the world around them.

---

Heartfelt Rattle
Chapter: 1 - Prelude to Slaughter
May he love tomorrow who has never loved before; And may he who has loved, love tomorrow as well.

Dutiful Daughter

The darkness fell quiet. Selmy's half-smile grew. "You are here because you called out to me either consciously or unconsciously. I merely answered." Selmy took a few steps forward. Her footfalls rang through the room like a bell. "Be at home, you are safe here. A realm outside the world outside." Selmy hugged Miia suddenly. The blonde girl was warm in a strange way. She was nice, but was unsettling.

Selmy took a few steps. Her footfalls rang again. Then again and again. A strange echo the reverberated through the empty void outside the meager island of light.

"I'm going to tell you a story - or rather - a collection of stories. And you're going to listen... but these are special stories. Stories that you can see. Stories that you can influence. I am going to tell you these stories, but you are going to be telling me these stories as well." Selmy smiled. She put her hands together and the black serpent that was coiled around her melted into the darkness. "Close your eyes and listen. Visualize, and you'll start to see. The start, the beginning. The splash of color. The shimmering of light."

Miia complied.

At first there was nothing. Only the hum of the machine and the breathing of the two girls. But slowly the hum of the room turned to whistling of wind. Their breaths turned to the rustling of grass. The cold vanished, replaced by a warmth. Then as the room melted away, it grew harder and harder for Miia to remember what had happened mere moments before. Until suddenly she couldn't understand why she was trying at all.

The Storyteller

"Miia was in a meadow. The sun above shone warmly and white clouds hung in the sky as if they were sleepy. The wind was pleasantly cool and the grass below sang as waves of air rushed across the emerald blades. The meadow stretched out in all directions in what seemed like for ever. In the very far distance she could make out the faint outline of mountains, but in the other, there was only green. The only marker for distance were small ponds of shining blue water every now and again between the swathes of green.

Miia turned around, for the moment it seemed as if she was lost. It was hard to discern, but she could see a dirt path crossing the tall green grass. There were no travelers on that road, as everything was for the moment peaceful."

Glad you like the picture, I wasn't to thrilled with it myself. I had a hard time since I was trying to use new layering techniques. Anyway, this should be interesting. This will be the first time I've written for a pacifist character.

Proceed as you like. This is the first choice, you can PM me if you're confused about the set up. The choices are non-binary - so just do what you like as Miia.

StormShaun · Oct 4, 2015

Wanderer, David West, Katya Rostikova, ARES, and.. a dog?
Location: Missile | Above Black Mesa.
New music: To the top~ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8ofhjI6ODc]

Annoyed with the shove, the helmet Wanderer wore suddenly glowed red out of its glass eyes. "I believe... the generation this day would call you... salty!" He said, his stabbing tone in line with the smile behind the mask. What made it worse is that Shadow Wanderer somehow pulled out a salt shaker out of his coat, and let it go to the wind. Letting out a sadistic laugh, he remembered his objective and started making his way to navigation controls.

His technical boots stomping heavily across the projectile. The slow movement only slowly increased as the missile came closer to the ground. Reaching the place where a panel was simply labelled "navigation", Wanderer pulled it off with ease and started fiddling with the wiring. Hearing the half-true accusation of ARES, Wanderer yelled over the rushing air. "Only half madman!" He huffed, focusing back on his objective.

Taking what seemed to be forever, Wanderer threw his fist into the air, and with no time to lose he placed his hand over a button. "Hold onto your butts!" He said, smashing the button with his finger. With no time to lose, the missile came to a sudden curve, and swooped over the helipad before it rocketed back into the sky. Wanderer was literally hugging the missile, but also spewing laughter.

Getting back up on the missile, the Wanderer was now dressed in a spacesuit [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/5/51/MZ_spacesuit.png/revision/latest?cb=20120712232622], and once again his true personality came to light.
"

Code:

[i]I'm making sure this'll get through the atmosphere, you two should[/i]

..." He said before looking all over the missile, and there was no one in sight.

"

Code:

[i]Huh, well good for them, but a goodbye would have been nice... although I didn't tell them what I'm going to do[/i]

." He muttered to himself before shrugging. As the g-force started settling in, he attached the spacesuit harness to a bar, and soon enough, space beckoned.

Code:
Storm,

Code:

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

, and everyone else.
Location: Black Mesa | Executive Helipad

Above the Black Mesa complex, the shining dot dashed across the sky. Soon enough, it started ascending into the atmosphere, and within a very short amount of time, that small dot was not visible from the Earth ground. Yet, as some gazes remained where it was, it was uncertain if the doctor, madman, and violent gunslinger would return to that Earth. Whether if that was a good or bad thing was up to that person.

Two figures stood on the edge of the helipad, keeping from where the main group were basking in victory. They too were looking up into the Heavens. The tall Spartan removed his helmet, brushing his celestial white hair aside. "Didn't think he'd go like that." Storm muttered, placing his hand along his head, as if his sight could still see the shooting missile. "Nope, that thing is in space..." he said, confirming it with a nod.

"

Code:

[color=nvayblue]Does this mean we have to clean his mess up in the medical bay[/color]

?" She said, looking away from the horizon. Sighing she looked to the defeated scientist "

Code:

[color=nvayblue]Hopefully with this, everything will be wrapped up soon[/color].

" The AI said, a look of concern darkening her face. Storm smoothly wrapped an arm around her, allowing her to see his gentle smile. "Who knows, maybe we have to go next. Anyway..." He said, making a gun out of his fingers and directing them to the sky.

"See You Space Cowboy..."
With that final goodbye, the two left to go back to the Rising Dawn.

Wanderer.
Location: Missile | Spaaaaaaaace~ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAW2lygZC_4]
Music: To the top~ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8ofhjI6ODc]

Space,
some call it "the final frontier", yet any point of view involved with the Rising Dawn would know that such things were false. It is only "another frontier". Wanderer was from a completely other world, where the universe is different, and Earth has bombarded itself to another future. So "finale frontier" didn't make sense to him, especially since some documents on the Dawn stated that there were physical figures from Heaven and Hell involved with them.

Many questions to answer.
Many places to visit.
Many heads to shoot into a hundred pieces.
Some of these things plagued the Wanderer's mind.

Standing on top of the missile, the survivalist looked upon the vibrant Earth that this universe knew. "

Code:

[i]I am Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End[/i]

..." He said to himself, it was a quote that he had told himself many times over, in good and bad times. Yet he knew how to end that thought. "

Code:

[i]Yet... this is not my end. For there is so much to do, and so many beginnings to start[/i]

."

Leaving silence hanging, Wanderer tapped on his Pipboy, activating a strange beacon that he knew well. Finally, the missile ran out of fuel, floating and rotating. Laying on the now useless projectile, he looking upon the Earth once more, making a gun with his fingers. "

Code:

[i]Bang~[/i]

." He muttered before closing his eyes, placing a nice smile on, and finally feeling somewhat a peace.

"

Code:

[i]Will I see this Earth again? Oh well, I need to visit the Commonwealth[/i]

."
Then, the missile and Wanderer ceased to exist in that Universe.

The President, and Merlin.
Location: Top deck | Daedalus II | Above Black Mesa.

With the confirmation of the disappearance of both missile and Wanderer, two figures stood on top of the Daedalus. The machine that was readied before was standing a bit away, both President and Magus were a little disappointed that this weapon wasn't tested out in anyway. In some weird way, they almost thought that ~~Metal Gear~~ SAINT Joan was sad itself as it was lowered back into the hanger. Both sighed and looked back into the sky.

"Do you think he'll be back?"
Merlin's eyes misted over as he looked into the distance, as if he were trying to see into the future. Turning back his gaze to the Commander-in-chief, he smiled and shrugged. "Who knows, but what I do know is this..." He said, pulling out what seemed to a be a USB.

The President grabbed it, eyes sparkling. "Is this..." He said, and before he could finish, Merlin answered with a nod. Giving a bellowing laugh, The President held the USB up. "We might have those fuckers now!"

Kalastryn · Oct 4, 2015

Black Mesa: Executive Helipad: Wesker Vs. Most of the Cast

(Woah, so he's going off to leave us to explain his screw ups? That's-)

(Acceptable. I understand we usually have a stance of taking responsibility for one's own mistakes... but...)

Kala thought back and forth as she pondered what to say. Miia still crushed and sobbing on the ground in front of her.

(She wouldn't listen to a word he said, and I don't think she ever would without someone else to step in. Look at how crushed this made her. I doubt she's ever seen someone get hurt this way in her life, but she's been foisted upon a group that inflicts such pain as a means to our ends. It doesn't matter if they "had it coming." They were defending a vile human being who would have destroyed even them in his wake despite their loyalty... but loyalty is a virtue in it's own right, even to the wrong side.)

In the most comforting voice she could muster, Kala started to speak. "Miia... that's what I've heard him call you no? He's told you that I'm one that can be trusted, and I want to put your mind at ease. I suppose with how angered you must be at him for now you must be surprised that he entrusted me to this task while I'm... in opposition to his decision to silence you. In fact I agree with your actions more than the actions of those here whom I've known far longer than you." She says, kneeling down to get closer to the hunched over Lamia's current height.

"You've missed what I said to him most unfortunately, but you are the voice of reason in this scenario. Death is a necessary part of life, but not all death is necessary. Even though these men were opposing us and intended to kill us in horrible ways, including a bomb which would have destroyed everyone here- including themselves, and a great many people who simply live peacefully too close by... I cannot say we approached the situation appropriately. Because you're right from my perspective. This butchery is simply too much. She says, sighing and shaking her head.

"That said... we can't just stop. If we threw in the towel and started preaching instead of fighting this place would be a nuclear wasteland and we'd be ashes and dust... because they surely would not have done the same. We all use what methods we can, and I attempt to keep mine nonlethal when the opportunity presents itself... numb to the violence though I've become. Though if we could compromise, the fact of the matter is people die Miia... there is sadly no way around that. Whether it be naturally or through armed conflict. Though I suppose we should heed your words, and endeavor not to become more like those we despise."

With a smile, she finalizes her explanation with the following. "I didn't always have these wings... I was given them by a god I did not know... perhaps because I hold views comparable to yours... yet I would say perhaps they should have been imparted to you. I'm not sure what world you come from, but I never had the luxury of your innocence... there were many evils in my old world. Evils which had to be fought against, lest they do unspeakable things to you. Death was commonplace, in a thousand different horrid ways... but it was often the least of your worries. There were creatures that would rob you of your sanity and leave you a mumbling incoherent mess as they feasted upon your mind. Others that would crush your very will and use your body as a vessel to live out your life whilst you are never yourself again... merely observing actions no longer yours through eyes that used to belong to you."

"My own kind was human... long ago. But that is for another time. Your world must be very... different to foster one so merciful as yourself. Such as to throw yourself under the same strike in order to cause the violence to stop. I would speak at length with you on this later... but first." She says as she scowls a bit, her shadow leaking out in her next phrase.

"What... the hell were you thinking? What would it have solved? If you died in his defense too? The sentiment was beautiful but we're here for a reason. We tried, at first... to explain the situation. We only wanted one man alive and well. But while Loyalty is a virtue, they fought back, and they fought back hard. They didn't give us a choice but to do the same." she fumes, clenching her eyes shut, before calming down.

"If you died because of that semantic... as virtuous as it was, what would you have accomplished? The fighting wouldn't have stopped. I understand your plight... they shouldn't die with such pain if they even have to at all. But they didn't give us much choice... I was only here long enough to here your outcry... but I know this is the case, because I trust every man, woman, and creature here. They wouldn't hurt anyone without necessity though... I admit I've not met the one you guarded against." She says, remembering... that she doesn't remember ever meeting Rory.

"This said... it may be in your best interest to stay with us. This world is inhabited almost exclusively by humans. To the point where they would disbelieve the existence of those like you and I. Their reactions might vary should anyone find you, but it's very likely they would be afraid of you. Our airship "The Rising Dawn" often travels between worlds... though we are not in control of this at all times. It is... possible, that it could ferry you back to your home with time."

Generic NPC 22 · Oct 6, 2015

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | The Canteen
"Presses Fast Forward on the Remote..."
Katya Rostikova

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She hadn't had one thing to drink yet and already the Rising Dawn's resident underage lush had her side of her head pressed against the smooth wooden surface of the Canteen's bar. For now Katya Rostikova appeared to be staring at the individual wood grains that comprised the deep brown colored drinking surface. Picking her head up she looked over at Luke, the Canteen's head bartender, and started speaking once again.

"So... there I was... standing on top of a freaking nuclear missile, working on disabling not one, not two but ten primary detonation triggers on ten warheads. Not only that, but I needed to disable ten backup triggers as well. Oh sure, ARES was able to render the subcritical plutonium inactive and everything but we'll still standing on enough plastic explosive to not only set off the solid rocket fuel but ruin our days entirely." The Rising Dawn's resident Weaver of Tales and scarves in her spare time stated with a rather incredulous look on her face, "and that's when I noticed that ARES had started sweating. I mean, keep in mind I'm pretty sure people like her can count electric sheep but sweat? Can they even do that? I guess if a maniac can steer a multiple nuclear warhead tipped rocket towards space, I guess she can sweat. Stranger things have happened right? Don't answer... rhetorical question. It's not like a random berserker prince saved my life just so I can go about questioning my reality."

There was a slight wistfulness when she referenced the Caerleonian... Caerleonite ... Prince of Caerleon. They'd spent a few hours under that rubble after the Cyborg factory had gone critical. Did something happen when Caim wasn't looking? Possibly.

"Anyways... long story short... Nuclear Warheads disabled... Wanderer gets shot into space and ARES and I have to glide back down to Earth." As she concluded her story, she spat out Wanderer's name. What a joke. Riding on a missile and almost getting the world destroyed for what... glory? She hoped that he was getting some good anal loving by some Zetian Fratboy Aliens aboard their Mothership. Still there was something the needed to be more immediately addressed.

"Sooooooo... Luke... buddy... pal... friend..." The Scheming Girl started warming up... seguing... "Could you... you know... tell me everything you know about Caim? Purdy purdy please?"

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Corridors and Corridors and Corridors
"Fire Dragon?!"
Rory Mercury

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Death's Demi-Goddess was standing at a crossroads, not figuratively but quite literally. As it was ahead of her, looking to her left and her right, Rory Mercury saw long corridors that seemed to go on forever. She'd never been inside of such a large machine, especially not one that dwarfed the Imperial Palace and especially and definitely not one that was somehow held aloft in the sky. She shuddered to think of how things might have turned out if the nations that had demanded access to the Arnus Gate had brought such a machine over to Rory's world.

Choosing the left corridor, the darkly dressed Demi-Goddess passed by what appeared to be a Sky Tavern, complete with a young girl bragging about her accomplishments to a bartender that looked like he was barely paying attention. No matter what world she was in, there were quite a few things that were a constant. Taverns were one of these constants. As tempted as she was to stop in for meal, the Oracle wanted to continue her exploration of her new surroundings. Though this was not her first time on the Rising Dawn, she was able to more freely explore now that the Hunt for Wesker had reached its anti-climactic conclusion and there weren't dump truck loads of people dying.

As she continued on, Rory Mercury happened upon what must have been the ship's medical bay. Peering inside, Emloy's Apostle could hear the moaning of the wounded and infirmed. While none of the more powerful members of the Rising Dawn had been wounded, it appeared that a great many of their regular soldiers had been. Entering the Medical Ward, the young looking woman was able to see the full extent of the injuries that had been sustained. Burns, cuts, bullet holes... these were but a few in a long list of trauma that could be received in battle. Noticing a soldier with half of her face wrapped up in bloody bandages, Rory walked over to where she lay, looking over her. While she didn't know what it was that the machines were saying, the devotee of Emloy knew that this woman was dying. Holding the nameless woman's hand, she waited until soul departed body.

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Paradigm Story | Paradise
"This Land is Your Land..."
Ruby/Bewp

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Standing in the planes of oblivion... of creation ... the entity known as Bewp could only look at the apple that it... he... held in his hand. What was the predecessor asking of him? What was involved in his choice that BEWP had been given? Could entities such as Bewp and Blackharte, artificial entities at that, ever have the ability to create on their own. Was this not the domain of those who had created them?

So many of these queries ran through the collective mind that belonged to the Nano-Agent Swarm. Looking at the Predecessor, Bewp addressed him.

"I will require some time to process this choice that you have given me." He stated in a voice that was once monotone and cold but was now warmer... more alive. Was this a manifestation of the predecessor's powers, to observe Bewp as being more alive than he truly was? Were this the case, could Blackharte not force Bewp to consume the apple? Taking a seat next to Ruby's slumbering form, Bewp shifted the target of his gaze from the apple to the young girl with the Black and White hair. Were his eyes human, they might have blurred the colors into a neutral gray. Instead, the artificial life form could distinctly see each and every strand of hair and separate them.

Turning to Lambda, Bewp felt a mass of Nano-Agents shift about wildly in the region of his body where his abdomen would have been if he had one. He wanted to ask the Murakumo Unit what she thought, however that might have been unwise. Because Lambda was an agent of the dark one, it would obviously color her opinion on the matter. Instead, he opted for a neutral topic.

"How is she doing?" Bewp asked as he watched Lambda stroke the hair of the sleeping young girl. It was a rhetorical question so Lambda didn't need to answer. It appeared that the artificial entity was attempting to just simply make conversation as if delaying the decision that had to be made. Glancing over at Lambda had added, "Cancel that query, why have you suddenly changed your stance on Ruby? Even after she protected you from the false Titania, why would you not continue attacking her? Was that not your original objective?"

As Bewp spoke, Ruby tossed a bit in her sleep cuddling up closer to Lambda's warmth.

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Queen of Cockblocking and Misery

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Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

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