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

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 20, 2016

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Bison knew the drill, he had owned prison camps before, set up in his name to house those who would stop him.
He also recalled his brief stint in UNIT after his last "Failed Empire", so he knew the best way to get out of this in one piece was to shut up and do what you were told when you were told.
It didn't make it any more enjoyable but as others were soon finding out, acting out would get you nothing but beaten up.
As such, he managed to keep him mouth shut after his first outburst (Now, if only the womenfolk could do the same...)
He let out a sigh of relief when Katya was hauled away, glad he wouldn't have to listen to her raving, possibly ever again depending on who was unlucky enough to get her a cell mate.
While the Rising Dawn were lead into their cells, Bison didn't struggle or need much prompting as he marched into his own, already trying to figure out a flaw in their system or some weakness he could use to escape.
He was not beaten, he was not lost, he was not finished, this was merely a setback, that's what he told himself.

Pangs of guilt began to un-nerve him as he started to recall his first failed effort to remove Armstrong from the equation.
It was so simple, Bruiser would go to one of his meetings, posing as a client, then murder the shit out of him and anyone else nearby.
He never learned what became of his co-worker and friend since then, only that Armstrong still lived and that he never heard back from the Machoke.
Grumbling slightly, he resigned himself to a meditative pose on his bed, focusing his energy to try and force himself though the T-Minus in his veins.

David meanwhile tried to stay calm as the situation began to grow more and more intense as time went on.
Katya was taken away, Teri was loosing her cool and Nadalia just got the shit kicked out of her.
Gritting his teeth as he was shoved into his cell, trying to figure out what the hell he could do to help.
"...We even going to get a lawyer?!" he spat before pounding his fist against the door.
There was little he could do even as Nadalia got her ass kicked, wincing as he heard the beat down.
"[sub]ahhhhh, shit, shit, shit[/sub], SHIT!" He cursed as he began pacing in his cell, not really able to much else.

The Prison soon became far more noisy as an alarm sounded: "Attention! CEO on the floor! All Guards to Positions."
Right on cue, every single guard dropped what they were doing before returning into formation, standing at attention and keeping their eyes open for any attempts on their employer's life.
Two figures began to make their way down the hallway, each Cyborg Guard giving them a salute as they went past.
Leading the way was World Marshall's top official: Sundowner [http://www.capsulecomputers.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/metal-gear-rising-artwork-7.jpg], clad in heavy armor as he ran his machete along the bars of each cell he passed.
And right behind him: Armstrong [http://cdn.dutchcowboys.nl/uploads/images/steven-armstrong-metal-gear-rising.jpeg], Sentor of the great state of Colorado and de-facto dictator for the entire city of Denver.
Both men merely glanced at the rest of the Rising Dawn, looking rather content with themselves as they stepped up to Bison's cell.
[color=6c1504]"....You here to gloat, Armstrong?"[/color]
"Oh don't be like that. I'm certain you would have been just a graceful a winner as I am."
[color=6c1504]"...So not at all then?"[/color]
"...Well, no. I guess not."

"Oi! 4-eyes! You in the suit! You were after Bison, right? So what the hell do you need us for?" David pointed out, seeing if he could use his Irish Charm to talk his way out of this.
"Simple. You're with him. After all, why else did your organization stage a major attack on not only on one of America's greatest cities, but also on MIT and one of our most secure military bases?" Armstrong answered with the most punchable faces in the world.
So much so that David attempted to do so anyway, despite the cell door getting in his way.
"Add that in with a majority share in Fox News and I can spin this any way I want. My client paid top dollar to ensure that your people wouldn't get in the way and I intend on delivering. Namely because unlike some people, he actually pays. The Presidency is a nice bonus, not to mention that little "Toy" you put in orbit..."
[color=6c1504]"...What are you talking about?"[/color]
"The Orbital Defense Initiative. ODIN. [http://callofduty.wikia.com/wiki/ODIN_Space_Station] That space weapons platform we passed the funding for?"
[color=6c1504]"...But it was never designed to work-"[/color]
"I know, it was part of your scheme: Run for office, get that scrap heap up in orbit, turn on that magical "Psycho Drive" of yours hidden inside and then have your brainwashed followers crave a 5th head into Mount Rushmore..."
[color=6c1504]"How did you-"[/color]
"Oh come on, it's America. Who did you think owned the company the state contract went to? Some Silicon Valley dickweed? Only unlike them, I actually know the value of such a weapon in the right hands..."

"You seriously think UNIT or any other of the global powers are going to let you put a death ray into orbit?" David asked, knowing how UNIT would most likely react to a US President building a kill-sat above their heads.
"...Well, first, it's not a "Death Ray", it's a orbital kinetic bombardment weapons platform. Second, It's alright up there. Bison, once again, was rather helpful in that regard. With all eyes on the world on him, they didn't notice when I stepped up the launch schedule after the attack on MIT. All I need know is the authorization to launch and with the front-runner "Dropping out" of the race..."
[color=6c1504]"Can we just skip to end of this? You already gave away your plans, you're now going to insult us and explain why you'll never be stopped. It's bad enough you're hitting every cliche in the book, but you're not even doing it Well."[/color]
"...Fine, fine. Allow me to leave you with a token of my thanks for all the...assistance you've given me over the course of this election cycle...Bring him in."
Upon command, Sundowner nodded before whistling to a group of guards dragging along a rather large prisoner with a bag over his head.
[color=6c1504]"...What is this?"[/color]
"I suppose you can call it the the part where "I explain why I'll never be stopped". Because none of you are leaving this place, Alive, Death or anything else. I don't let anything here got to waste, regardless of it's usefulness or my personal opinions about them. Case in point, I brought over an old friend of yours..."
[color=6c1504]"....No-...no, you didn't-"[/color]

The Door to Teri and Mio's cell swung open as Bison edged closer to watch the large prisoner get thrown onto the ground and he was HUGE, even made Rugal look small by comparison.
It was hard to tell under his stained prison uniform but he clearly wasn't human, most humans don't have pale blue lizard-like flesh or survive the kind of injuries he sustained during his stay here, a rather mutilated arm, several broken bones that were never set and there was a number of scars running along his arms and body.
The bag off his head was removed to reveal a head almost akin to a crocodile's with a number of broken fins on his head.
"I shall you leave you to your reunion. Sundowner, oversee the next shift. I'll be placing the FULGORE on guard duty when he's done hunting down the rest of the rabble, he'll relieve you then. Make sure their stay is-..."Engaging"."
"Believe I can arrange that, Have a good one, Boss." Sundowner happily said before motioning for the guards to resume their duties (And beatings) while the prisoner began to wake up.
[color=6c1504]"...You son of a *****...ARMSTRONG! I SWEAR I WILL FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS AND I WILL END YOU FOR THIS?! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL NOT BE BEATEN HERE!"[/color] Bison began to shout at the leaving Senator as the unknown prisoner let out a low groan as he seemed blinded by the light in the cell, but he was able to get out a single word.

"...[sub]Teri?[/sub]..."[/quote]

Orinon · Jul 22, 2016

Rising Dawn:Med Bay: Icarus, Selena, Garm, Danny Boy, Rory Mercury, Kazuya Mishima Staff

After Selena and Icarus had their peaceful moment Icarus saw a strange youthful looking woman glaring holes into Icarus and Selena Danny Body Had taken place in the corner.
One thing Icarus had realized was he felt alot better than he had any right to be he was back to 85%. "Selena we should go, We need to help the others. I have a Plan but I need to check something" Selena nodded "Also Have you seen my Cloak I feel cold without it."
Selena took Icarus's Hand "I wasn't sure how to have it cleaned with all the feathers. I think Your wool cloak is in our room.
He nodded and the two left Danny boy suddenly perk up his ears. A figure slowly became visible to Rory a tall figure in a black cloak with a deep hood you could just make out the long beak from a raven mask. He held a black oaken stiff Moat notable was a silk bag at his belt the fine purple silk seemed to have an energy, inside were souls of the dead within the bag He was a reaper, He was The Raven King. He waved to Rory, Bowing low out of respect before fading away into black smoke, a moment later he reappeared but he was a spirit, He looked in the direction of the girl WHom had asked him a cryptic question.
"You are young and you are innocent, You ask if peace could last forever, This is sadly not truly possible peace ad love will last as long as it can bu t like life it is temporary, all things change and all things end. I may seem eternal but even my existence is finite As is Rory's eventually she will change and as bizarre it may seem she to will meet an end some day. I wish I could provide a better answer. I must depart but I shall not be taking your soul, He waved and faded away into smoke.

Icarus had retrieved his Midnight blue woolen cloak he had wandered until he was in a silent part of the Dawn "Dad if you can see this.... I'm sorry.
He took a deep breath and pinched his nose "Rising Dawn emergency code: 4BBB 5U 7G." he looked around he might have been able to fool AI into thinking that was his fathers voice, he was sure he had the right password but nothing happened.... Great now he felt awful AND his plan wasn't working.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 23, 2016

Denver: Outside of Blast Site
You need to bother me more about my posts...

Kalastryn | Miia| Elise | Jenny

The ones controlling Jenny remotely were clearly confused about the situation as it seemed to be both in the middle of a silence effect and fully functional.
While this unit was designed to work without Psionics, it wasn't designed for this kind of metal lockdown, quickly knocking much of it's systems out of whack while they tried to find a work around back at HQ.
Jenny screamed in pain as the outstanding order to attack with Psychic power was starting to become her downfall, only snapping it out of it when they order was cancelled.
When Kalasyryn attempted to attack her with lightening bolts, the unit quickly took steps to mitigate the harm, absorbing and parrying the projectiles with her Psi-blades.
Once she was done with her barrage, she then scraped the blades along each other, releasing the charge back into the sky above her.

While her Psionics were interfered with, it did limit her offensive abilities but the rest of her Cyborg frame was still rather strong, as proven by the fact she carved up bits and pieces of the area around her before launching them skyward with speed and skill that could match Rugal.[footnote]

Rugal said:
"...If I was suffering from a terrible hangover...and having a really off day...and only had to use my teeth..."

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In-between attacks, the handlers on the other end attempted to run tech support, trying to undo whatever hex or debuff Kalastryn had put on their weapon.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 23, 2016

World Marshall Secure Location: Anomalous Materials [http://img00.deviantart.net/f187/i/2012/052/e/0/science_by_mikrob-d4qgzfi.jpg]
"HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE."

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[Sorry, that was my "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream" audiobook.]

ARES | Viscus | Dimitri

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ARES's "Un-cooperative" actions did not go un-noticed by the staff (I mean, how could they not?) as they scrambled for safety.
While they worked with weapons and Cyborgs all day long, they wouldn't know the first thing about an actual fight and the entire room was a chorus of "GET THE EM FIELD UP FOR FUCKS SAKE!" as they all hid behind their desks and consoles.
The Security in that sector was used to this kinda thing happening, countermeasures for electromagnetic pulse technology were getting more and more common in their world, nevermind others.
As such, the nearest Cyborg guard pulled out a Specialized EMP Blade [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/metalgear/images/c/c1/MGR-StunBlade.png/revision/latest?cb=20140115004036] before firing it up, massive levels of live current arcing from it as she did.
Vaulting over one of the computers, he then struck at ARES with the weapon, the impact of which, when described in biological terms, felt like all the oxygen in her body leaving all at once.
In more accurate terms, it rendered a massive surge of power though all her active systems, effectively shutting them down until they could be rebooted.

"How many damn times do I have to tell you, you put the EM Field up THEN you scan the subject!" The Guard yelled at the staff as they were able to get the fabled EM field active, their excited nature at getting such an advanced weapons system clouding their judgement.
With it active, a small spinning device came down from the ceiling, saturating all non-World Marshall equipment with specialized EM waves, though to avoid all the headaches that would case, it was localized solely to the android rack.
As she recovered, she saw the Lab Tech with the Bison hat standing over remarking "Clearly self aware and intelligent. Get the rack back up and finish the scan. No need to get feisty, just want to see what makes you tick-tock..."
Her little outburst made her the most interesting thing in the room, least more interesting in Boring stone masks [http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/jjba/images/7/7c/StoneMaskAnime.png/revision/latest?cb=20160414040332] and A weird gold bar from Australia [http://img15.deviantart.net/ec74/i/2013/293/6/2/scout_s_australium__video__by_spay1100-d6r80ys.jpg].
They notable examined the large gaping hole in her chest, least now that they were safe and protected by a annoyed looking guard.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 24, 2016

Capitol Building Ruins: FULGORE Vs Titan Annie and Ryan

With the area cleared of Giant Monsters, the RAY units were able to deploy safely, if a bit far away from where the actual action was.
Still, they secured their LZ and forced the enemy to give up ground, another step in the on going process of evicting the Rising Dawn and G-Corp from the city.
The FULGORE was not yet finished however as it attempted to keep up with the fleeing Titan, using it's Camo and jet systems to keep himself moving at a similar pace to the monster before coming to a halt on a nearby rooftop and uncloaking.

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[My Employer's offer still stands. Surrender now and no further harm will befall you. The City is under World Marshall control. You will not escape...]

He droned as Annie could see the mechs int he distance roar before seemingly unfolding their wings and-

Bright sparks in the distance soon resulted in a much larger missile barrage then the first one they barely survived began to race towards them.
Seeing how it was a carpet bombing-style missile strike, the FULGORE ensured it's own safety by leaping off the building and using the incoming missiles as platforms in midair, keeping him airborne and outside of the missiles effective blast radius.

NotYetForsaken · Jul 25, 2016

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Puppet

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dolly's story

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"Venia dignus error is humanus"

Naamah leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. She had a mild headache. The rhythm of passing souls bombarded her sensitive eyes with a display of obnoxious color. Naamah grimaced and closed her eyes tightly to try and down out the cacophony of souls in a sea of internal darkness, but the density was too much to shut out and the bright colors of emotion leaked into her dark sanctuary. The reds were bright and sharp, cutting as knives, the blues were deep and cold - such that they burned her bosom, and yellows and greens danced on her skin like blunt strikes - a feeling she was not so keen on feeling twice in one life. Her body was bare against these emotions of pain, fear, hate, and worst of all, hope and they took her lack of protection as an invitation to cover her young body with their slimy dispositions.

Now of all times she remembered why she hated mortals. She absolutely despised them, short-lived, short-sighted, ignorant and dangerous. They were as fireworks - amusing to gaze at from afar, but quite dangerous and malicious when in close proximity. Now the young queen wished for her alter-ego to come out of that accursed shell of hers and take over while she rested.

Being Naamah was hard. "Yes indeed," she muttered under her breath, opening her eyes a little as to check on the current state of the observation room. Besides the swirling eyesore of colors that mortals called 'souls,' the conduit that she liked to call Rory was now standing facing the glass of the operating room.

Naamah perked up. There was something else in the swarm of cancerous colors, a twisting entity fighting against the very fabric of creation. Naamah closed her eyes and braced herself. The air around her burned with ice and grew both wet and dry - a crackle of soft static filled the inside of her ears. She opened her observing eyes, glowing green and burning with gold embers.

The color of the souls grew to such a degree that it physically pained Naamah to look. Each of those souls clamored for an observer to fortify their being so that they would not fade back into the oblivion where they had once been born. Between the sea of clashing colors Naamah saw... something. A sea of gold. Something bright, warm, metallic. Something which by it's very nature defied the senses. It was... nothing as far as Naamah could tell. She strained her eyes further to try and make it out, though the only response was a sudden overwhelming wave of emotion - this time born out of neither a mortal nor an immortal. The very though flooded her mind and swept her up like the ocean it was. An infinitely vast sea that was at the same time infinitely deep. A liquid light that washed across Naamah's body with the consistency of warm milk, enveloping her body like gentle hands caressing each inch of her skin. She breathed deep and willed the vision to vanish, but it persisted. It was swarming in through a breach in the world - an emptiness that was the space once occupied by the soul of the girl named 'Dolores Selmy' - and the very nature of it's being was relentless and without mercy.

It struck deep into Naamah and filled every corner of her body, a groping hungry liquid. It sought to shine a light into her deepest depths and peel off the layers of protection the young queen held around her black heart. Naamah struggled, doubling over in pain and effort. She tried to close her eyes, but found that she couldn't. The light held her body in bondage.

It's strength grew the more Naamah acknowledged it. It now came surging forward, wrapping it's tendrils around Rory and Molly and seeping out of the observation room into other places on the Rising Dawn. There was this strange desire for her to let go, to allow this sea of light to sweep her away into thoughtless oblivion. Tears wet her cheeks through the washing waves of liquid gold. Her heart felt so heavy. She just wanted to cry. Living was hard.

"Yes indeed," came the answer. The very nature of the sea spoke and when it did it trembled, sending a deep penetrating thrum into Naamah. It was uncharacteristically calming. It sounded... like a mother's heartbeat. Naamah let her head rest against the surface of the golden sea and found it warm to the touch. The thrums came again, quelling her anger and rage. The texture of the liquid was smooth but tight, holding a strange softness that she would not have attributed to water. It was like laying against the gentle embrace of her mother. Naamah tried to stifle her tears.

She remembered little of her mother. Like Naamah, her mother had been a member of a harem. A glorified sex slave sold off to wealthy individuals in an ancient world, she had known her scarce, being torn from her bosom in her infancy and raised with other girls in a slave house. Though she could not remember the face of her own mother, Naamah could recall the baked stone and bright paintings that had been the walls of her cell for ten years. She hated colors. Those reds and blues and purples and greens that mocked her from high above. The portraits of uncaring gods, and the grinning faces of fat lords. When the flames of war tore the walls of her city apart she could not have been more ambivalent. She wandered the smoking ruins bloody streets as the army of bronze came storming through the city day and night. She remembered them seeming more like machine than men. Dressed head to toe in gleaming metal and wielding not spears, but strange flat leaves forged of black rock. None of them had paid her any heed. They had not come to rape and pillage - they had come to bring laws to a lawless land and the glory of god to a godless realm.

"Tell me more," the voice whispered as it delved deeper into Naamah's heart, peeling back each layer of black scars with a gentle tug.

Solomon. Naamah's Solomon, came the week after the city had fell. Unlike other kings he did not ride upon a horse nor was he carried by slaves. He walked barefoot across the carnage wearing robes of white and gold. He had a gentle smile and caring eyes. Behind him the sun gleamed like a halo, announcing his divine right for all to see. Where Solomon went, miracles followed. He bid that there be temples to the greatness of god, and the earth exhumed bodies of stone to construct those temples. He bid that all the children of god would rise, and they rose from the rivers of blood unscathed. Then he bid that those who were of the dark faith repent, and they fell to their knees and begged god for forgiveness. Around him spears turned to plowshares and shields to wheels. The very roads smoothed so that he could walk unimpeded, and when he smiled the sun grew brighter so that all could witness him and revel in his joy.

Naamah approached him when he had come on the third day. She was a naked wretch that bore the scars of battle on her young thin body. When Solomon saw Naamah, he had smiled. The clouds above parted, and where it had been raining to wash the city of blood, now sun shone so that Naamah would be warm. He had bent down and embraced her. His robes felt weightless and cool as if they had been woven from clouds.

One of his retainers had approached. Why this one? He had asked. Naamah looked at him. She was still naked, though no longer so cold nor so hungry. The pains had been washed away by Solomon's embrace. Solomon stood up, cradling Naamah in his arms. Why not? He had said. Look at her eyes, they are as emeralds.

A child of savages. The retainer said. He gazed upon Naamah's naked form with contempt.

A child of God. Solomon corrected him. What is your name?

Naamah did not answer because she could not. Naamah had no name.

Then you will be Naamah, my wife. Solomon said. And as he said it, it was so. Naamah was Naamah, and Naamah was very happy to be Solomon's wife. Naamah's Solomon, and Solomon's Naamah. This child, this Naamah is blessed by god, for god has bid her to seek me so that I may be given a most virtuous companion. For I, god's prophet, son of David, and King of Israel would not be found in the company of those who are not god's own. For look, this child is the daughter of kings and descendant of the line of these pagan lords. These emerald eyes attest to her lineage, we may find a most treasured girl of royal blood amidst the palace ruins is divine providence.

Such did Solomon speak, and so it was.

Solomon owned seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines, but it was Naamah only who bore him his son. So Solomon had on thousand women, but only Naamah had Solomon. Forevermore Naamah would then say that it was Naamah's Solomon and not simply King Solomon.

Naamah was crying now. Tears streamed down her cheeks in heavy droplets, and she hand found herself tucking her knees into her chest as she cried. Her eyes had dimmed and the sea of light had grown less material.

Naamah was crying because Naamah's Solomon barely spoke to Naamah anymore. Naamah was crying because Naamah had outlived Rehoboam. Naamah was crying because Naamah hadn't cried in many years. Naamah didn't understand where the pain in her heart had come from, but now it was pouring out like water. Like Naamah's tears. Naamah couldn't stop it. Yes indeed, Naamah couldn't stop it. Naamah could only sob and think and regret and cry more. With each tear Naamah felt the pains in Naamah's heart ebb away, the aches in Naamah's muscles lessen, and the fatigue in Naamah's eyes vanish. Naamah was sleepy. Naamah was tired, "Yes indeed..."

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No, I am not Dolores Selmy. You are right. Although Mr. Raven King seems to have misheard me quite gravely... either that or I flustered him so much that he had to leave immediately! I am neither a soul nor a mortal mind - yet furthermore to speak of peace to me is most droll! Though I have no name, the voices of my children call to me always speaking the words "Venia, venia" so that I am now this Venia, Mercury-dono.

I just don't get it. You immortals don't make any sense to me at all...

On one hand you all act aloof and powerful, and on the other you are all full of small vices like duty and honor. Such is the great contradiction. That gods are eternal and so are eternally children.

Nevermind me, nevermind me! How rude it is that I keep musing while you take time to speak to me Mercury-dono! I am not in any danger, far from it, very far from it! My body will not perish because it has many guardian angels that watch over it! Please do not worry about it Mercury-dono. In fact... should a reaper even try to harvest the souls that my body carries, ah... I suppose it would be impolite to speak about my sisters that way. I will just say that they are much less amicable than I am!

In fact, I wonder about my own potential. I have already told you the story of the companion you call Naamah, and the founding of her name and the scars that she wears upon her fluttering heart. Woulds't you also, once seeing the true nature of my being, bind me to eternities unborn? I am the feared one, so it is said, one who has been called both compassion and hysteria. For now I am content to merely speak betwixt the dreams of mortal souls, to offer the comfort of the great mother, but in time not too far from now I will have gathered my strength I think, and my body will let me into this world held so dear.

Then let it be known that should'st that event occur, it will be the end of this world. That this merciful dream will be shattered and the simple thoughts of this finite life be forever undone. Within the sea of compassion, all becomes one and in becoming so, all things are destroyed.

My, my! I ramble, I ramble. Please Rory-san, don't think too much of it~! Enjoy your time as a being locked between gods and humans! Please enjoy this time, in the presence of friends and in the midst of adventure. For it is a joyous time and a time full of life. Don't take things too seriously!

After all, too err is human and to forgive, divine. You and your kind are the only ones to forgive your own selves!

Generic NPC 22 · Jul 28, 2016

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The concept of American style prisons had always bothered the Rising Dawn's Resident Hackivist. In the system in the United States was geared more towards punishment rather than rehabilitation and as a result, the county had an insanely large rate of recidivism. Now that she had been stuffed into a prison cell with two other paragons of society, Katya Rostikova found the concept even more inhumane. It wasn't that she was being treated more like an animal than a human being or the fact that the guards' use of force bordered on war crime, it was the fact that she was bored. The prison cell was boring, the guy next door was boring and the guards were boring (when they weren't exercising their authority to be complete and utter douchebags). It was because of boredom that prisoners became dangerous. In the forty-five minutes that the Model of Modern Adolescence Gone Awry had figured out no less than seventeen objects that could be converted into prison shanks as well as attempted to communicate with other prisoners using the "party line"[footnote]Prison Party Line: The use of the interconnected sewage lines between prison cells as a means of communications. This is accomplished simply by emptying out the bowl of the toilet and screaming down the drain.[/footnote] (No one was picking up). If her cellies were looking at her strangely during her previous escapades, those expressions held no comparison to the ones that they gave in response to Katya's latest act of randomness.

"I know that they say that cleanliness is next to Godliness but I don't think it counts if you bathe in water from the toilet. That angel lover is clearly insane." The Blonde French Chick nicknamed Twit muttered as she watched the cell's newest occupant stuff rolls and rolls of toilet paper down the stainless steel bowl of the toilet and flush and flush and flush andflushandflushandflushandflush.

"Judging by her language, my dear apprentice, I don't think that she is of the Father's faith." The Older Man said in a somewhat amused tone. Sitting next to Antoinette atop the top most bunk in the cell, the two got a bird's eye view of the still butt naked millennial's antics as well as an ear full of her curse laced rant about the prison and its staff... which wasn't very loud considering how much she'd been yelling as of late.

"[small]LISTEN YOU DONKEY FUCKING COCK SUCKERS! IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT OF HERE IN THE NEXT COUPLE MINUTES, I'M GOING TO FLOOD THE HALLWAY WITH SO MUCH GODDAMNED SHIT WATER THAT YOU'LL BE CLEANING IT FOR WEEKS! I'M GONNA MAKE SO MANY SHANKS THAT I'LL HAVE ENOUGH TO STICK FIVE IN EACH OF YOUR EYE SOCKETS... INCLUDING THE BROWN ONE! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD YOU'D BETTER LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW! I KNOW MY RIGHTS![/small]" The Voice Dead Denizen of the Internet quietly screamed as she continued to flood the cell, the liquid leaking underneath the door.

"Does she know that the water she's leaking into the cell is the clean water that we also use to wash and drink?" The Blonde Apprentice asked almost aghast at the blatant way this girl blasphemed without regard to the Father's reach.

"Does it matter? I think she'd getting her point across. More important is the fact that she's bound to draw enough attention that a guard will come. When they do, my child, I believe we can strike and find a way out of this place. We need to rendezvous with the Brigade and find out what happened in Dresden." The Priestly Benedict said before pausing at the sound of iron shod boots marching down the hallway, "Ahh... just as expected."

Of course, if the former priest was expecting a seven foot tall, cybernetically augmented woman dressed in blacked out chrome armor, Katya was going to take the psychic priest to Vegas and make some real money. The silent shrieker stopped her screeching as she looked at the rather familiar femborg that had appeared in front of her cell, the clanky chick that had processed the completed nude young woman upon her arrival to the facility. The Mechanically Augmented Machine Maiden paused for a moment before punching in the cell access code... once... twice... before getting it right the third time.

"Well if it ain't C3P-H0 back for seconds. If there's going to be any Human-Cyborg relations going on, it's going to be me putting my fist through your face. I'm really gonna clean your clock this time you chrome plate cun-" The Foul Mouthed little Computer Hacker started to say before being interrupted by the decidedly more attractive of her pair of cellmates.

"Zut Alors! Taisse-vous s'il vous plait!" Came the jumble of sexy French gibberish from Twit's corner as she hopped off the top bunk and pulled the overly aggressive augmented network intruder away from the mass of metal, flesh and pain.

"YOU WANT SOME TOO FRENCHIE? I'LL KICK YOUR FROG LEG LICKING BUTT TO THE - " Katya started to say before completely ceasing her struggling as she noticed that the Femborg had her optical sensored deactivated.

"

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[small]Little Miss, would you kinda get dressed so that we can escape this facility?[/small]

" Came the voice one of BEWP's subordinate colonies through the Guard's Augmented Mouth.

"B3wp? W... what? How? When? Oh yeeeeeeeeah. Duh!" The Rising Dawn Crewmember who was not quite on the top of her game literally face palmed when she remembered spitting in the Cybernetic Guard's face during processing. The spit was probably laced with several hundred of B3wp's nano-agents which started replicating like crazy until enough had been created to hijack the augmented woman's cybernetic and biological nervous systems. Grabbing the orange jumpsuit, the normally defiant young woman made a simple comment as she dressed, "Orange is sooooo not the new black anymore."

"

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[small]What of these two?  Will they be accompanying us?[/small]

" BEWP's subordinate colony asked as she... he... whatever... gestured towards the Rising Dawn's Resident Drama Queen's two obviously confused cellmates.

"Sure wai not." Katya said as she made her way towards the door, only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm not sure what's going on but it would be safer if we made it look like we were being transferred from the cell to another location." The Pixie Cut Blonde Joan of Arc said. nodding towards BEWP for assistance.

"

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[small]What your female companion says is correct, Little Miss.  Currently subterfuge is the best means of escape until we can deactivate your control collars and retrieve your equipment.[/small]

" The Machine masquerading as another machine integrated to a woman's body agreed with Antoinette's assessment of the situation.

"FIIIIIINE!" Kayta groaned as she waited.

"Well then, now that we have that settled, I believe my apprentice and I will be accompanying you on your escape. We have business to attend to which has been too far delayed by our involuntary incarceration." The formerly quiet former priest said as he joined the group.

"Apprentice? What are you, two wannabe Jedis?" The Quipping Querier queried and received a puzzled look in response, "You know... Star Wars... Jedi... Light Sabers... The Force?" More blank stares. "Uncultured barbarians..."

"Be that as it may, my child, we do have names as well. Mine is Benedict Warmington, Captain in the Army of Freemen and mentor to my apprentice, Antoinette de la Trou." Benedict said in a rather friendly manner before gesturing towards the door, "Now, if I remember correctly, we should file into a queue and proceed with utmost respect, otherwise your friend here will be forced to discipline us."

"Somehow I don't think B3wp will mind that..." Katya said with a grin before introducing herself, "I'm Katya... Katya Rostikova and the mass of nano-agents infecting this cyborg's body is B3wp." Blank stares. "Seriously... did you two grow up in a barn. Next thing you know you'll tell me you've never heard of a computer." Blank... stares... "What...evs..."

With introductions completed, the three cell occupants and their "guard" exited into the corridor and headed towards the cell block's central guard station, a likely place that the cybernetic guard would take the prisoners to be interrogated. Entering the room, Katya noticed a security terminal as well as a decided lack of security cameras. It was likely that whatever interrogation took place in these walls would have been the type of interrogation that human rights organizations would have approved of. The less danger the was of having video leaked into the public domain, the safer it was for the facility and the easier it would be to keep things hush hush.

"Alright. First order of business... lets get these collars off of us" Katya said as she walked over to the terminal with B3wp in tow. With a pass of his... her... whatever's palm over the RFID scanner, Katya was able to login with some limited credentials. Obviously this wasn't the highest ranking rust bucket in the private prison army that had been gathered but she had enough permissions to deactivate the control collars. With a press of a few buttons on the touch screen, the control collars for Katya, Benedict and Antoinette dropped to the floor. Katya's eyes flickered for a moment as BEWP's primary colony came online and connected with the subordinate colony. Feeling a bit better about her situation, Katya's fingers began to dance over the virtual keyboard once again, accessing various files and directories before pausing.

"Biologically Engineered Weapons Platform Phase II?" Katya muttered as she looked over the document, which turned out to be source code. Looking over the code, the Rising Dawn's Resident Coder's eyes widened as she squee'd with glee, "HOLY SHIT! B3wp check this shit out! It's upgraded code for your OS! Rail Gun? Tactile Hacking Adapter? OMG! This is the shit!"

"

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Little Miss... perhaps we should-

" The Machine Colony inside of Katya started to say before going silent, the source code being compiled and installed on every one of B3wp's member agents. Moments passed... and then another... and then another... and then both B3wp and the subordinate B3wp powered up.

"

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Biologically Engineered Weapons Platform Phase II online.  Entering run mode 5

" The B3wps said in unison before resuming normal function. Picking up the collars off of the floor, the Subordinate B3wp started running the newly installed Tactile Hacking Adapter.

"

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[small]If you will allow me, I will modify those collars and disable their ability to be activated.  Wearing them will give you some semblance of credibility that you are still a prisoner here.[/small]

"

"NAH NAH NAH... you don't need to do that. I'm going to run a script to disable all the collars in this hellhole." The Mischeivous Machine Girl muttered with a wicked grin.

"

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Are you sure that is wise, Little Miss?  According to the subordinate colony's report, there are a fair number of dangerous subjects imprisoned here that would not hesitate to destroy not only the facility but the general population as retaliation for being kidnapped.

" B3wp's primary colony asked as Katya prepared to run the script. The girl's fingers hovered over the execute button before hitting the cancel button, "

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Well done, Little Miss.  I am glad to see that you are taking heed of my advice.

"

"Whatever... it's because you let me out." Katya said warmly as she felt a sensation of relief that she was no longer alone pass over her body, "Just go grab that Nadalia chick from her cell and bring her here while I copy these logs[footnote]BEWP's Logs will be available in the Character Sheet Section when I have time to write them[/footnote]."

"

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[small]Yes Little Miss, I will go retrieve your comrade.[/small]

" The Femborg playing host to B3WP's second colony said before marching off.

"As for you two... I'll help you guys get out of here but we've gotta help some more of my friends first." Katya said as she started checking the new toys she'd been upgraded with.

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Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | Surgical Bay Observation
Venia's Very Good Advice...
Rory Mercury | The Raven King | ~~Dolores Selmy~~ Venia

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The coldness of the sterile surgical ward's observation room was nothing compared to the coldness the Black and Crimson Clad Demi-Goddess' stare that was leveled on the stranger that had appeared in the midst of the conversation between Rory Mercury and the Non-being known that would later call itself Venia. While his appearance was relatively brief, the words he spoke felt bloated with false wisdom, like an apple whose skin was held in place by the mass of worms that had eaten its pale white flesh. The poacher of souls, who had not even had the common decency to introduce himself to those he had spoken to, was ultimately spared from Rory's Halberd by his sudden disappearance.

"[small]The nerve of that one...[/small]" The Far from Demure Demi-Goddess muttered to herself while attempting to quell the annoyance still in bloom inside of her bosom. This masked stranger had thought it a good idea to make an appearance in front of a representative of the Death God Emloy with souls of the departed in his possession? Not only had he been so audacious as to do something that spectacularly ignorant, he had the gall to make statements regarding Rory's nature without having even the simplest of understanding regarding the subject. All the soul thief had accomplished was to put himself on Rory's radar, a position none particularly enjoyed. Calming herself, The Death Lord's Disciple made a note to ask her patron about this being during their next communion.

Returning her attention to Venia... Rory found herself no longer in the observation room but instead standing in front of Naamah's more human guise. The Companion to the Reaper's story was laid bare for the world to see... a story that was all too familiar to one who hailed from the Special Region where harems still flourished inside the Imperial Court. In spite of this fact, Rory, who had existed for over a millennium and outlived all those she loved, felt the pangs of pity for poor Naamah. Watching the seeds of love sprout inside the youthful Naamah only to have the flower wilt away from neglect pierced the woman who was once a Goddess of Love's very being. Rory watched the history of her companion and watched as she cried herself to sleep.

"(I just don't get it. You immortals don't make any sense to me at all... On one hand you all act aloof and powerful, and on the other you are all full of small vices like duty and honor. Such is the great contradiction. That gods are eternal and so are eternally children.)" Venia's words formed in Rory's mind.

Finding herself standing once again in the surgical ward's observation room, the former guardian of the Special Region exited the observation room, driven by a sensation other than duty or honor... friendship. As expected, Venia's voice followed Rory as she searched for the now slumbering Naamah.

"(In fact, I wonder about my own potential. I have already told you the story of the companion you call Naamah, and the founding of her name and the scars that she wears upon her fluttering heart. Woulds't you also, once seeing the true nature of my being, bind me to eternities unborn? I am the feared one, so it is said, one who has been called both compassion and hysteria. For now I am content to merely speak betwixt the dreams of mortal souls, to offer the comfort of the great mother, but in time not too far from now I will have gathered my strength I think, and my body will let me into this world held so dear." Venia continued as Rory exited out of the Medical Bay. "(Then let it be known that should'st that event occur, it will be the end of this world. That this merciful dream will be shattered and the simple thoughts of this finite life be forever undone. Within the sea of compassion, all becomes one and in becoming so, all things are destroyed.)"

As was the nature of life and death. All of existence was born into being, so would it die only to be reborn again. Rounding an intersection in the corridor Rory paused to survey her surroundings, looking for her friend... the first that she'd made since her return to the mortal realm.

"(My, my! I ramble, I ramble. Please Rory-san, don't think too much of it~! Enjoy your time as a being locked between gods and humans! Please enjoy this time, in the presence of friends and in the midst of adventure. For it is a joyous time and a time full of life. Don't take things too seriously!))" Venia said, though Rory was ignoring this last bit of advice. Turning another corner, Rory found herself in front of the Medical bay once again... had she been turning circles this entire time? "(After all, too err is human and to forgive, divine. You and your kind are the only ones to forgive your own selves!)"

Looking through a doorway, Rory spotted a familiar form.

"[small]Naamah...[/small]" Rory whispered as she approached her companion and sat down next to her, for a moment taking in Venia's advice and enjoying the presence of a friend.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 28, 2016

Avatar Adventures | The Airship: Rising Dawn | Hangar
Angelus | [color=9f2c68]Kazuya Mishima[/color] | Diana

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"And look, they listened, how about that? What do you want, Kazuya? Going to call in a mission so soon after we've finished?"

[color=9f2c68]"Fish kisson miss bar crumb tober..."[/color][footnote]"This Mission is far from over."[/footnote] Kazuya growled as he shook of the soldiers while they went back to their posts, leaning on a railing near the Commander's position in order to stay upright.
He seemed rather tired from the whole ordeal, as if the slurring of his words didn't give that away, though he did seem to perk up slightly when-....he socked himself in the face with his remaining arm.
[color=9f2c68]"Ha...ha...I get it...I'm not popular around here...But look around you..."[/color] The CEO of G-Corp said as he motioned to the chaos around him.
[color=9f2c68]"Your allies have been captured, have they not? And Bison remains...at large...Tell me, who thought Violet could lead an operation like this?..."[/color] He then asked before attempting to regain control over his men the only way he knew how: Violence and barking orders.

[color=9f2c68]"SEND UNITS 10 AND 4 TO SECTOR 3, CUT OFF THOSE SAM LAUNCHERS. GET THE REST OF OUR MEN OUT! AND WHO WAS THAT IN THE HALLWAY WHO INSULTED ME!?"[/color] He began to yell, slowly starting to bring a sense of order into the room, even as he stood there in a backless patient gown with his ass on display.
[color=9f2c68]"Angelus, full report on what happened down there. Spare no detail...Come here, you little-"[/color]
Kazuya then proceeded to grab one of his men before slowly choking him out with his remaining arm for the crime of snickering behind his back.

But when a massive black wounded dragon landed right in the middle of the now rather crowded hanger (I don't believe it was designed to fit 2 dragons), he dropped what he was doing (And the man he was going it to) to bark out [color=9f2c68]"Medical teams, get your head out of your asses and get that unit treated. Fucking hell, how can one man botch a land invasion mission so badly?..."[/color]
Right on cue, a number of medical staff sprinted over to Diana's location, while they didn't really have much experience treating a creature as large as her, they couldn't go too wrong with patching up the open wounds and jabbing her with several stimpaks and painkillers.

Kalastryn · Jul 28, 2016

Denver: Outside of Blast Site
That isn't going to work you know.
Kalastryn | Miia| Elise | Jenny

In-between attacks, the handlers on the other end attempted to run tech support, trying to undo whatever hex or debuff Kalastryn had put on their weapon. However, they would probably be perplexed at the fact that nothing was done to Jenny at all. Sure, she feels the effects of the psychic turmoil spell because she is psychic, but it wasn't placed on her directly. It's an enchantment on the environment around them, thus the handlers trying to fix Jenny would consistently find that nothing was wrong with Jenny.

That said, Kala found out quickly that while the lack of psychic attacks into her direction was very helpful, it wasn't all that there was to worry about. The blades Jenny was using seemed to be able to absorb the energy Kalastryn threw at her and send them back. This... was not expected, as evidenced by Kala being caught off guard and being struck with the full force of the attack. She might not be feeling pain at the moment, but electricity has a certain effect on the body. Namely, the voltage she had taken caused her to convulse just a bit as she fell back down onto the rooftop head first.[footnote]

Kalastryn said:
"... Embarrassing, but it's a damn good thing I didn't intend for that to be lethal."

[/footnote]

Picking herself up off the floor, she didn't have many options without the ability to strike with magic from a distance. Ergo, she really only had one option at this point...

"... Well, I give." she said, placing both hands on her scalp. "I probably pissed you off, a lot, but it's clear I'm outclassed. For your information however, even if I died, I'd be back. Death doesn't usually apply to a master of it for very long, so I don't have much of anything to lose, and the fact I know your machine is making it really hard to give this my all. That all said, I don't have all day, get it over with."

(... Are we on the same page here? Your bluffing right?) Her shadow chimed in, which might have been a problem if Jenny could read her mind at the moment.
(Oh, no. I'm not bluffing, I just came up with the absolutely genius idea of letting myself get captured or killed. The hell do you think!? Of course I'm bluffing!)

There was a certain plan here. Attacking from a distance didn't seem like it was going to work, having been thrown back at her the first time... though, perhaps there was something she could do if she lured Jenny closer...

Texas Joker 52 · Jul 29, 2016

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Vice's Realm | Sloth's Library
"Looks like someone should invest in an inter-dimensional maid service."
Sloth | Envy | Nina and Phillip

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Upon exiting the portal, Nina and Phillip seemed to enter what looked like the middle of a large library area given the walls being lined with bookshelves, each one covered in varying layers of dust and cobwebs. The floor was some kind of soft carpet, but even it was dusty where it wasn't hidden under large, haphazard piles of cushions, some of which had a few stacks of books next to them. All-in-all, it looked like a place that could have easily been abandoned for centuries, with very little upkeep even beforehand. It suited Sloth right down to the ground.

Sloth was just ahead of her, speaking to a woman who clearly wasn't Wrath. In fact, the amazonian figure was nowhere to be found. Instead, the woman he seemed to be speaking to was surprisingly around average height, wearing a dark turtleneck sweater, red miniskirt, stockings. She even seemed to be of average build, though the turtleneck made it rather hard to tell. Her face, however, was completely hidden by a curtain of long, dark green hair. But the keen of eye could spot a belt buckle in the same seven-pointed star shape as the medallion on the chest of Sloth's robes.

Of course, the oddest thing about her was the fact that while she spoke, Nina didn't hear her with her ears. She heard it in her mind.

~--are you doing back so soon? Is everything alright down there, did you finish our mission already? I sure hope so, because that means you won't need to call me down...~ Envy trailed off before her head swiveled to look in Nina's direction.

Then she seemed to almost shrink in on herself, taking a step back before turning back to Sloth.

~Who is that? Did you bring a mortal with you? You know we aren't supposed to, Sloth!~ she seemed to cry out.

Sloth held up his hands and made a pacifying motion with them, shushing her gently before he said, "Envy, Envy, it's fine. She isn't staying, I just needed to pop over here before dropping her back off on Earth."

Then he sighed softly and lowered his hands so that they drooped at his sides again.

"Anyway, no, our job isn't done down there yet, so I'm probably going to be calling you for some help sooner or later. Looks like we're going to be working for awhile, given the stuff they're up to." he said sadly.

"If you need assistance, Sloth dear, I'm surprised you haven't called upon my services first." a feminine voice called out.

Floating in almost a foot off of the dusty carpet was an elegantly dressed woman. Tall, with an easy-to-notice figure that was shapely, fitting what most would consider to be the feminine ideal. She wore a purple evening gown that was clearly of superb quality with golden scrollwork embroidered up one side, while a slit up the other showed quite a bit of leg. Around her neck was a medallion, also shaped like a seven-pointed star. Her jet black hair was long and pulled back to reveal a third eye in the center of her high forehead.

Sloth's expression visibly grew cold as he nodded. Envy, meanwhile, took another few steps back and seemed to shrink even more.

"Pride. If I need your help, I will certainly call you. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to waste your valuable time." he said flatly.

She smiled with a similar coldness before she turned to look at Nina. Her expression suddenly grew more pleasant as she floated down so that her feet were barely an inch above the dusty carpet and held out an elegantly manicured hand.

"Why, hello there darling, it's a pleasure to meet you! It isn't often that we get mortal visitors in our Realm. Please, don't let any impression Sloth has given you tarnish our glory for you." she said, waving her other hand dismissively in Sloth's direction, "I am Superbia, Firstborn of the Vices and The One True Sin. And you are?" she asked, her eyes never leaving Nina's.

Pride's eyes were almost like the eyes of a predator sizing up their prey. Piercing, calculating, and with an odd sort of detachment.

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The young Ish only seemed to listen with half an ear as Ruby's friends introduced themselves. They were both older, almost grown-up from what he could tell, and while one seemed to be dressed sensibly enough, the elder of the two was barely covered at all. The way they acted also told him that they were probably sisters. The eldest spoke first.

"I'm Laeta, and this is my little sister Saren."

He gave them an absent nod before the youngest, Saren piped up.

"That's all you need to know about us."

Bringing his attention back to the present, he looked up between the two of them and frowned a little. Laeta took the opportunity to reply before he could speak.

"You must excuse Saren, she's a little rough around the edges."

"Uh..." was all he managed before Saren gave a sharp retort.

"And you have to excuse Laeta, she's a big-breasted brainless whore that hasn't been able to get the most desperate men to fuck her."

A third voice cried out now, this one right next to him and coming from a similar level as his head.

"LANGUAGE. You are in the presence of children!"

He looked over the source of the voice with one brow rising up behind his messy bangs. It appeared to be two creatures, one riding atop the other. The rider, he recognized, was a white rabbit wearing some sort of patterned robes, but it had a blank face save two beady, red eyes. The thing it was riding on, however, looked almost vaguely like a pig-like creature. All he knew was that it had four stubby little legs.

"I've heard worse." he said with a shrug, tuning out the two girls as they continued to bicker, while the white rabbit seemed to answer his question properly.

"These two incestuous idiots are Laeta and Saren Selmy respectively. They are visiting their elder sister who is stationed aboard this vessel as a support officer. In their youth they were Ruby's friends. Indeed, Saren was one of Ruby's classmates during her time in the primary school system. Laeta is a gifted martial artist and a talented painter by nature. Saren is a natural technophile and loves nothing more than stirring up trouble for others to fix."

Farber simply nodded and smiled.

"Oh, ok. I don't understand parts of what you said, but that sounds nice enough I guess. Like what tek-oh-piles are." he told Losko, before adding as an afterthought, "Or how you can talk without a mouth."

By that point, they reached what he recognized as the entrance to the Canteen, though the moment he looked inside he saw a familiar figure hunched over the bar, surrounded by glasses filled to varying levels: Eddie the Dead. There was no mistaking that leather coat and that jaunty hat. He took a few steps back as Ruby noticed too.

"Rats. Maybe he put them somewhere else. Maybe he didn't notice that we were gone."

As she asked the Selmy sisters about some doll, Farber scratched at his head as he thought of some way to get out of the trouble he knew that he and Ruby were going to be in. They weren't supposed to leave, which meant that they weren't going to get those pastries, and instead they were probably going to get a beating, or worse. So, he fell back on the other thing he found he was good at, beyond sneaking around and potentially stealing things.

Turning to the Selmy sisters, Losko and Ruby, he held up a finger to his mouth to quiet them, before he hissed, "[small]Follow my lead![/small]"

Then he stepped inside. Making a not-too-obvious move of spotting Eddie, he held up a hand and waved.

"Oh, Mister... Eddie! I didn't know you got back. I'm sorry about leaving the room, but I really had to go... Do my business, you know? So, I tried to figure out where I'm supposed to do that sort of thing and got lost." he lied surprisingly smoothly, his tone having a believable note of embarrassment, before jabbing a thumb back at Ruby.

"I guess Ruby got worried, so she found me and pointed me in the right direction. After that, we met up with her friends on the way back. So, hopefully we aren't in trouble. I mean, I really had to go!" he said with a little grimace.

Come on, it's not that weird a reason for me to have walked out. Just go for the lie and gimme those pastries you promised! he thought. While his face didn't betray a thing, his tail swished anxiously behind him as he anticipated Eddie's response.

Generic NPC 22 · Jul 29, 2016

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It was readily apparent to the nine year old girl that Mister Eddie the Dead wasn't going to be responding to much of anything for quite some time given the stack of empty glasses that were in front of him and the stack of still filled glasses that were waiting to be drunk. Sitting next to her temporary baby-sitter, Ruby glanced at one of the televisions strategically placed around the room. While there was quite a bit of news regarding something that was happening in Denver, the young girl in the pink dress took particular interest in the a different news story.

News said:

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Today marks the one year anniversary of the establishment of the Pan Global Space Agency's scientific outpost on the Saturnian moon of Titan.  After the discovery of unusually high energy readings on the near by moon of Enceladus by NASA's remote probe Cassini, the PGSA launched the firsts manned space mission beyond the Asteroid Belt.

Over the last year, the scientific staff of Titan Station have been making preparations to travel to Enceladus and begin their research into the strange readings.  For more on this historic mission, join us at 9:00 PM Central Standard Time as we interview Doctor James Mills, Chief Science officer at Titan Station.

Before that, we'll cover the ongoing global crisis developing in Denver.  Sources near the city have reported spotting the infamous Airship, the Rising Dawn.  Our hopes and prayers go out to those in the area...

Shaking her head at the report about the Rising Dawn, she returned her attention to the Selmy sisters, who had paused their strange familial antics to address the question about their sister Dolly... Lola... whatever.

"Come on Ribbons, don't you know what happened?" Saren asked with a strange expression that was devoid of her usual fiery attitude.

As a matter of fact, Ruby Babbage-Lovelace didn't know what had happened. At least, She didn't remember much from back then. Had she even been there during that time? If it happened after moving day... Midsummer's Night... Ruby wouldn't have been present. Concentrating on the memory, the young girl's mind took hold of the memory and felt it materialize in her mind. It HAD been after moving day, Mother Titania and Mister Oberon's yearly tradition where the entire kingdom of Fae moved from one Faerie mound to the next.

"I don't doubt that it'd be the first time Ruby has heard what happened. She moved away the summer that Lola... you know." Laeta chimed in, confirming Ruby's memories of that summer... the last summer she'd seen the sisters before today, "Whatever the case, you're right that Lola isn't here, and to be honest, Mom didn't tell us where we should meet her."

Losko returned not soon after with. belching out an unusually large amount of metaphorical fire and brimstone. Every time she saw Losko, Ruby was definitely glad that she stayed on his good side. As cute and cuddly as he appeared, Losko was super scary when he wanted to be... scary enough to cause Ruby to hesitate in snatching him up and squeezing the stuffing out of him.

"Laeta Selmy, Saren Selmy?" A man's voice chimed in, vying for the attention of the Selmy Sisters. Unlike most men who addressed the sisters, this one grabbed their attention for a reason quite different from the usual, "Please come with me," John turned on his heel, "your sister is in trouble."

"Wait. What happened to Dolly?" The question flew quickly past the lips of Ruby Babbage-Lovelace. The man didn't pause and instead gestured for the sisters to follow him, "What's going on?"

The child was worried... gravely worried about the health, safety and welfare of her friend. As much as she wanted to go with them, she didn't think it her place. Unsure of what to do, the child Magnus removed a small handkerchief from her pocket and pulled on one of the loose threads. The divination... Untangled Skein... told her to stay and wait... and that Laeta and Saren should bring Dolly some flowers.

"You'd better go check on Dolly... and get her some flowers," The Nine Year old said cheerfully, her worries melting away. Glancing over at Mister Eddie, Ruby saw that someone had placed even more drinks in front of him... it actually looked like people were ordering drinks for Mister Eddie in an attempt to see him beat some sort of ship record set by Mister West.

Despite the obviousness of the oblivion that Mister Eddie had trapped himself in, Farber was speaking to him.

"I guess Ruby got worried, so she found me and pointed me in the right direction. After that, we met up with her friends on the way back. So, hopefully we aren't in trouble. I mean, I really had to go!" Farber said to the man that was drinking himself so deep into a hole, it might well have been The Void.

"Don't worry about it, Farber. It looks like Mister Eddie's going to be busy for quite some time... and he didn't bring us any sweets or pastries. I don't think he was ever going to because if he was, he would have brought some, just in case we did stay in the Canteen." The Nine Year Old girl said to her friend, "Besides, it's not like we can't ask Mister Luke to make us some pastries also, right Mister Luke? Ruby asked the bartender with a small but adorably cute smile on her face.

"Besides... if we get the pastries by lying to Mister Eddie, I don't think I could eat them." The Good Two Shoes Girl added, "Since Mister Eddie's going to be busy for a while, do you think that we should go look for something to do? Lots of adults are going to come in soon and I don't think they want us kids hanging around when they do arrive."

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 29, 2016

bluerocker said:
THIS CHICK DID THE WRITENING!

Avatar Adventures | The Airship: Rising Dawn | Canteen Storage
Rugal Bernstein | [color=eca222]Lucas "Luke" Cypress[/color]

Moments after they left the bar, Rugal brought them into one of the canteen's storage rooms in the lower decks, far away from prying eyes or ears.
He bluntly laid down what exactly he was after: "I'm sure you heard the news by now. The operation was a bust. Armstrong wasn't working with Bison, merely using him as bait to strike at both him and us. Nearly worked as well, not everyone made it back to the ship..."
Leaning against one of the crates in the storage, he let out a slight sigh before adding "Teri was among them. She got intercepted before we could reach Bison. She's most likely with Caim, David and the others. Problem is we don't know where that is and I'm certain Armstrong will use that fact as a deterrent against us."
Luke was right about Ego as Rugal then stood over him, keeping a calm but intensely threatening expression on his face as he explained what he wanted: "You are going to help me save my daughter and painfully murder everyone who gets in our way..."

The bartender nodded slightly, thinking over what would be within his realm of influence, and decided that finding the amulet wouldn't be TOO much out of line...
Closing his eyes and concentrating on the amulet, he then quickly opened them again and grumbled [color=eca222]".....Well, that's not good."[/color]
"Care to go into a bit more detail? If that's allowed?" The Ex-King Of Fighters suggested, much in the manner one would suggest someone to leave town rather rapidly.
[color=eca222]"I've known about Teri's capture for some time. I got the phone call Nadalia influentially meant for Violet. That said, with the amulet that I gave her, we've been able to keep contact with each other when I go off to do... business . The problem however, lies in that I've just attempted to ping it and... Nothing. Wherever she is now, Teri and your other comrades have passed beyond my sight. I think it's safe to say that this Armstrong possesses the means to nullify or block magic, if I can't pinpoint where the amulet is."[/color]
"Wonderful...Most likely T-Minus. Fine, can you sic some demons on Armstrong then? I can't imagine him being a very patient man, might as well give him the express ticket to hell..."
The Bartender shook his head before saying [color=eca222]"I'm afraid not. I can only do something like that if A) My personal subordinates or myself are under direct attack, or B) we have another crisis this side of Tomoya again."[/color]

"..."
It went without saying that the direction of this conversation was not exactly pleasing Rugal, opting to close his eyes for a moment as he took a long deep breath, the fury of several burning suns starting to crack though the service as he asked the following "....Do you mean to tell me...that there is Nothing you can do for the woman you love?...For the daughter I love?"
It is at this moment that all of Lucifer's patience, for all that he had kept quiet, it was finally the last straw.
Standing up, Lucifer looked the King of Fighters back in the eye and shouted, [color=eca222]"No, I cannot! Don't you think, if I were able to, if I could, I wouldn't have immediately gone down there and brought her back?! Do you really think I'd just let her wallow in whatever hell hole your enemies have thrown your team to?"[/color]

"..."

[HEADING=1]BANG![/HEADING]

A loud impact shook that entire section of the ship, as if someone had just fired a cannon into a loudspeaker, as Rugal did the only thing he knew to deal with failure: Violence.
And thus, he struck out at Luke with a mighty right hook into the bartender's jawline, the slight sonic boom caused by the blow knocking over several boxes and shelves.
[color=eca222]"..."[/color]
Luke didn't seem to be too fussed about it, he didn't even blink as his girlfriends overbearing dad pressed his fist against the side of his face, one of the perks of being the actual Devil.
Rugal's expression was a somewhat tired looking one as he noticed his Radius bone [https://jessicaschueler.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/arm-bones.jpg] was now outside of his body and pressing against the inside of his elbow.
[color=eca222]"...Got it out of your system?"[/color]
"...Not really, but I don't want to break the other arm."

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jul 29, 2016

Denver: Outside of Blast Site
"Awwww, Doom's color doesn't work like Kalac-...Kaliam-...fuck..." :/
Kalastryn | Miia| Elise | Jenny

While they didn't expect Kalastryn to surrender, they weren't about to just let her walk away.
The Cyborg halted her attack before obeying orders to subdue her friend, a stone-y expression on her face as she did.

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[You are under arrest for disobeying a direct order from a World Marshall Law Enforcement Unit...]

She droned as she advanced somewhat slowly towards Kalastryn, right as she began to do something a bit strange.
She began to blink her right eye rather quickly, winking at her as if there was either something affecting that eye or attempting to get some kind of message out.
Either way, with the other 2 targets in the area posing little threat, she waved her hand as Kalastryn was lifted off the ground by her Psychic powers before getting right in her face, gazing into her eyes in a threatening manner.
It was at this distance that Kalastryn could see there was something out of place with her right eye, while her left one seemed normal enough, that one seemed to be artificial and had a slight flashing LED on it.
Before she could process it much further however, Kalastryn was shoved face first into the ground as Jenny began to put some handcuffs onto her hands.

Kalastryn · Jul 30, 2016

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

Denver: Outside of Blast Site
"Was that supposed to be Morse?"
Kalastryn | Miia| Elise | Jenny

Initially, Kala intended to trap Jenny as she got near with a crude but effective arrangement of dimension doors which would cause her to fall through them infinitely until something could be done to figure out why and how she was being controlled, and break her free.

However, Kala put that action on hold as Jenny seemed to be trying to get a message out.
Is that supposed to be Morse code or something?
Beats me... you going to do something?
just give me a second to think...

While Kala was thinking about what the intended message could possibly be, time didn't necessarily stop. She found herself hoisted into the air and- most fortunately looking at exactly what Jenny was hinting at, the explosive implanted glass eye. Before she could act on it however, she was face first into the pavement again with a pair of handcuffs behind her back.

... Smooth move genius. Her shadow critiqued just before the cavalry arrived.

When Elise cut the chain between her handcuffs, she got up from the paved roof with renewed vigor- she identified a weak spot in her cyber augmented friend. Jenny herself tried to tell her, and there wasn't a chance in hell she was going to ignore it.

"You have my gratitude, I had planned on making a move without your assistance but... well, you see how that ended up." she commented, before hinting "Though I can say getting myself caught wasn't without merit. I know of a weak spot now. We can capture Jenny alive." She said with resolve.

You want to tear up a bit of machinery?
Save the rhetoric, we've wanted to do that all night!

Not taking the time- if only for not being given the time, to make an elaborate strategy, she simply told Elise (and Miia, who she was almost a bit sad to see was still in this position.) "Go for the eyes, then restrain her." She nearly commanded, hoping that Elise's webbing would be strong enough to hold Jenny once she was otherwise saved the possibility of blowing up from inside her skull.

At that point, Kala did something that (especially if you've ever played D&D) wizards and other scholarly sorts unanimously decided was a bad idea for them, and ran to combat the Strider trained, cyborg augmented psychic in close quarters. Making special priority to gouge out her synthetic eye.

NotYetForsaken · Jul 31, 2016

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Deus ex Machina

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[i]Phenomena Intervention[/i]

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"All things were created with a purpose, things without purpose ought disappear."

Sweat beaded on Georgie's forehead, the cold clinic air did nothing to alleviate how hot he felt. His hands were trembling now, the breaths of the young woman had steadily become shallower over the last few hours, and now he was not so sure that she was still fighting for life. It was as if a portion of her soul had simply bled out of her wounds.

"More cotton," the Coldhand Stitcher ordered. A nurse rushed to his side carrying a heap of sterilized cotton. He picked it up with a metal tong and jammed it into the missing space where the young woman's liver used to be. The necrosis had eaten away at whatever remaining tissue had remained in both her liver and kidneys. It was the bile and acid from her torn intestines, he was sure. She had eaten herself from the inside out. But now the spreading blight was stopped and he had managed to save her gallbladder, pancreas, and adrenal glands by quickly excising the entirety of the damaged organs. Though the procedure had opened up veins and arteries she did not have the luxury of losing function in.

After he stemmed the flow of blood as best he could, keeping in inner walls of her body cavity clean of any clotting blood, he leaned backwards on his heels. His eyes hurt from the harsh lights above. There had been three shifts of nurses already, and he hadn't left the room. He ate his meals through a straw and hadn't relieved himself at all for nearly twentyfour hours. He had done longer operations before, but this was the first time he was fighting a reactionary battle.

The monitor flickered on to reveal the old Chinese doctor. His face was grim.

"I do not need you to relieve me, Wen Fen, your autodocs do not have the nuance needed to keep this child alive." Georgie said quickly and dismissively.

"It's not that," the older doctor said, "we have two family members of the girl."

The observation window cleared to show to young women talking to a nurse. They had long brown hair and brilliant blue eyes. Even from this distance and through his fatigue he could tell that the two of them were immensely beautiful. The older one especially had a goddess' body, which she covered with little clothing.

He failed to see how those two could have in any way been related to the girl he had spent the past day trying to save.

The speakers clicked on.

"I would gladly give any part of my body to save Lola!" the older was saying. There was a gleam in her eye and a blush in her cheeks that suddenly made Georgie very uncomfortable. He could tell right away that her enthusiasm to donate her organs was not born wholly out of selflessness, a fact that was confirmed quickly when she immediately followed her waiver form in a dreamy voice, "I'm also allergic to like, all forms of anesthetic. So you guys will have to tie me down and do me raw~."

Georgie shuddered. It was going to more or less a vivisection at that rate. The memory of his old work haunted him, he had endured the screaming for many years, the pain of knowing suffering, but this girl... he was afraid that her yelps might not be exactly from pain.

"I can provide blood. I'm an O-Type with the same wonky extra antigen as Lola, given that Laeta here will probably need every drop she's stored in those huge breasts of hers."

Georgie let his shoulder slacken. What in the world is wrong with those two!? Are all young people this callous!? He shook his head, No, it is simply that those two girls are both utterly out of their minds.

---

They wheeled in the older girl on an operating table about fifteen minutes after she had first signed away her body. They had set up a IV drip and a full suite of fresh tools next to her. They had bind her hands and feet to the table with thick leather straps and...

"Did you really not give her a gown!?" the Stitcher snarled at the nurses who backed away.

"She... really... insisted," Joseph, one of the larger handlers replied, "given the time-sensitive nature, I just obliged her."

Georgie shook his head and looked back at Laeta strapped naked to the operating table. At the very least they had the sense to throw two towels over her groin and her chest. Though... her younger sister was right. She had an abnormally large and perky bust, even when laid flat against the table. And with each breath he could see... He slammed his hand onto the table and startled the girl.

"Do you even understand the gravity of this situation!?" he had let himself get much angrier than he would have liked, but it was as if this girl had come to make an absolute mockery of his profession. He knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was what Yana wanted, what he had come to believe that all women wanted. Swearing upon the saints themselves, he despised women of this type.

"I do," Laeta replied coolly, wiggling in her restraints playfully, "and that's why I'm so excited. Take good care of me please." She winked.

Never did Georgie want to kill someone more than this moment. He'd be taking half of her liver and a kidney... it wouldn't be too hard to accidentally pull out something he shouldn't have. Like a lung.

He picked up his scalpel and made his first cut down her midriff after two nurses doused the area in alcohol. Laeta screamed and fought against her retrains, face flushed and tears in her eyes. Red beads blossomed along the down her navel. Georgie pressed his hand against her abdomen and pulled back, hoping to be able to get a better look at where he could cut through the muscle without tearing apart too much of her body. Her skin split, soft and tight as new leather, and Georgie tried to make a cut over her kidney. The blade got stuck in her abdomen. He pulled, but the muscles tightened more. Blood frothed against the air as she flexed - what he hoped at least - involuntarily. He looked at her face. She was grinning ear to ear, the damned demon. There was a snap and the scalpel came loose. Georgie shook his head, the tousle had made him cut through more muscle than... he... wanted... to...

It wasn't the muscle that had be sawed off by the scalpel, but that blade had been broken clean in half by the tightening flesh. The bare blade was now stuck in her abdomen. These girls... aren't human... "Nurse, get me a bone saw."

"Now that's the stuff!" Laeta grinned.

---

The operation took thirteen hours, and thirteen hours more than Georgie wished to be working on this demon masquerading as a young woman. It had taken him two hours to reach a kidney, another hour to sever it from it's supporting ligaments, and five hours to retrieve a liver piece. After the first hour he had thrown all nuance out the window. The bonesaw had broken as well, so it took Captain Yang's auto-bots to even make headway through the solid mass of muscle that the girl called her abs. By the time they were through, there was so much blood pooled below the operating table that it made a sloshing noise as Georgie moved. Her towels were also soaked in blood, among other fluids. The she-demon didn't seem to mind any of the operation at all, but had fallen into a sort of daze of pleasure halfway through the first transplant.

Georgie sat down, the needle and thread finally cut from the stitched wound along Dolores' stomach. He hoped that they would take to her body, but that was that. He hadn't even bothered to stitch Laeta back up. The girl healed by herself faster than he could have sewn her back together. (As well as growing a new kidney and the rest of her liver back by the time he had finished working on her older sister.) Never had he felt so emasculated as a surgeon than by these... super-human monstrosities. At the very least, Dolores was breathing easily again. He put a hand on her chest and cherished the warm softness between his fingers. The gentle rise and fall of her breath and the steady and strong beat of her heart.

"Let none die," he muttered under his breath. He stood up and left the nurses on clean-up duty to do their work. He was done, and he hoped never to see these "Selmy" sisters ever again for as long as he lived. Except maybe Dolores. He had grown to have a soft spot for the girl. She had the demeanor of a martyr and the grace of a saint.

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[hr]

Misunderstood Intentions

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naamah's story

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"Why is it that we always know when something is missing, even when it was never there to begin with?"

Naamah opened her eyes to find her vessel sitting next to her. She looked down with pitiful eyes. Naamah tucked her head between her knees. "Do not look at Naamah for Naamah is hurting in the heart. Yes indeed." There was a silence, and then Naamah grabbed Rory's hand and leaned on her shoulder. The tears were still flowing down the young mother's cheeks.

"Naamah had not had tears in such a long time that Naamah had forgotten how to cry." she put a hand over her chest and pat it gently. "Naamah did not remember how it felt to feel this fire. This fire in Naamah's chest. It is so foreign. It beats like a drum. Thuum, thuum, thuum. Naamah is confused Rory. Yes indeed." She rest her face against the nook between Rory's arm and meager chest. "Naamah feels pain, but also happiness. Naamah is so confused. So confused." Her small body suddenly shuddered with a new wave of sobs. Her voice was deeper than seemed normal for a girl her size. Instead she sounded older, more mature. The scarf on her neck shivered with each pulse of wails - lighting up with an explosion of color each time she drew a sharp breath in between sobs.

Naamah continued to speak when her shuddering chest would allow her the liberty of controlling her lungs, "Naamah doesn't understand. Naamah has always been happy. Naamah has been happy for so long. So why. Why now does Naamah hurt so much inside. And why does Naamah feel relieved that Naamah is hurting."

bluerocker · Jul 31, 2016

Diablo1099 said:
Dis Dude wrote some shit

the silence said:
so did this one.

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" ... Oh. I am Mio, by the way."she stated, giving a small bow, "Mio Kaizuko, dragon of the east, pirate extraordinaire. Choose me as your captain, and booze, bounty and booty will be plentiful! But now, fair lady," the glance Mio gave Teri was very obviously checking her out, "This is a dire situation. Do not worry, it will not take forever to rescue you - and me - from this place. But, and this should be known, ... what the fuck is going on? I was apparently under some kind of spell, then met a beautiful lady with some spiders from a 'Rising Dawn' - good name for a ship, by the way - she joined some kind of fight, I lost her out of vision but could observe dragons fighting.

I wanted to find the spider lady again, as I had promised her to help her in the quest to rescue a fair maiden, a daughter of some 'Rugal', but then people apparently just ... didn't care about environmental damage at all! Why would you waste this many cannonballs on a grassfield!
In any case, I, to my dismay, had to find cover, but was not quick enough and fell unconscious. I woke up in the truck. And now I do not know what this place is, and where to find the fair maiden - unless it is you, of course - and I do not know why I am being imprisoned, which is different from all the times before. So ... if you could explain the situation, I promise to you, I will get us out of here, and find this 'Garm'."

Teri's face flushed a light pink when Mio gave her grandiose declaration of protection, cemented with a kiss to her hand like some knight errant. When the pirate got up to start examining the cell, the young cleric mulled over what Mio had to say and perked up when it hit her, [color=0E59E4]"Hold on... 'Rugal'? Mio, that's the best thing I've heard all day!"[/color]

Springing up from her spot, Teri went over to Mio's side, now filled with a new sense of hope, if Rugal was looking for her and wasn't in the cells with them, then that could mean that the other Dawn members may not be too far behind. Maybe Garm had made it out alive too, [color=0E59E4]"Did you see a really big wolf, about the size of a horse. He has pitch black fur, and can talk? Erm... Well, as for your other questions... I think you got wrapped up in something a little bigger than just yourself."[/color]
Teri looked around, before gently dragging Mio back away from the bars of the cells, and began speaking in hushed tones, [color=0E59E4]"Okay, so here's what's going on, the man you spoke of, Rugal, he's my dad, [small]well adoptive dad, but it doesn't matter too much[/small] - anyways, a lot of people really don't like him, so the less we mention him, the better. If he's out and about, then that means we might have a chance. The rest of us who were brought here, at least the ones I saw, we're members of a group called the Rising Dawn. Why these bad guys grabbed us, I don't really know, but if I know my Dad and I know Bison, they've all been out enemies for a while. Anyways, if you met my Dad, the 'spider lady', and some dragons, then that probably means that they're looking for us now. We might have a chance out of here!"[/color]

"...[small]Teri?[/small]..."

Teri stopped her festivities with Mio the moment the Machoke choked out her name, her gaze turning to face him.

That voice. She knew that voice. She dreamed of that voice many times, heard the laughter that accompanied it, woke screaming and clawing at the covers. It was him, Bruiser, the one who hurt her so long ago - the one who left her like this; a wreck, a frightened child in the body of a 20 year old woman. It was him who locked her away, and left her to starve. The one who brought the pliers so awfully close that she felt the ghosts of them on her fingertips. The one who stopped at nothing for his pursuit.

Her hands fell to her sides, her eyes growing wide, her expression falling slack. There he was. Not a hallucination, proud and invincible, but a creature of the flesh - the sounds of strained breath blending with the noise of blood pumping in her ear, faster and faster with the panic that gripped in her heart. She couldn't escape this place. There was no way out that wasn't guarded, she could not access her magics, and there no way to make this beast leave her cell.... Well, there was one way.

She felt the seductive pull of an urge, a hunger, gnawing in her gut, the dying embers of an anger that began to swell. The Cleric felt the flames fanning within her stomach, out from her gut and into her chest, the heat coloring her face, and causing her shape to shake, the hunger whispering in her ears, [small][color=0e59e4]"He needs to die for all he has done. For all he wishes to do. Don't let him get away."[/color][/small]
She had done it before, with a Ki powered flame, but this time.. hands would have to do. She was taught by the best, after all. She could almost imagine a hand on her shoulder, and another pointing towards the creature in front of her, it's voice firm and commanding as it explained her lesson,
"What you see before you, is your enemy. Whenever you enter a fight, you must always assume your enemy wants you dead, never underestimate them, especially when downed or in a corner. When you enter a fight, your goal is to incapacitate them, and prevent them from killing you. There is no such thing as 'fair'. Your enemy will exploit anything they see as 'weakness'. They are privileged, for you care enough to spare their lives, but do not show them anything such as 'honor' or 'chivalry'. They will kill you if you do."
The hunger stirred, calling between the the words of the command,
[color=0E59E4][small]"Kill."[/small][/color]
"Make them fear you."
[color=0E59E4][small]"Kill."[/small][/color]
"Show them the error of underestimating a woman."
[color=0E59E4][small]"Kill."[/small][/color]
"Show me what you've learned."
[small][color=0E59e4]"Destroy him."[/color][/small]

The Cleric shifted unconsciously into her fierce stance, the hours of rote and sweat in the training rooms making the transition natural before an encounter. In one moment she was standing still, and the next she was upon him with a punch to the creatures face. What followed was a nasty flurry of blows upon Bruiser; the awful sound of fist meeting flesh filling the air. The Cleric's face burned red from exertion and rage as Bruiser's skull bounced off the hard metal floor and against the onslaught. However, as quickly as it started, the violence stopped. The Cleric stood over her victim, one of her hands cautiously raised in case the downed Machoke tried to pull a fast one in his current state. Not that she she looked any better; hair disheveled, eyes wild and bloodshot, her form shaking with each and every panting breath. She stood there, expecting one more move from the subject of her nightmares, and instead heard, in a rasping and tiny voice,
[small]"...go on...do it...."[/small]

Plip. Plip.
Something was dripping.

It was at that moment Teri looked down, and noticed it - blood; caked on her hands, under her nails, on the shoes - was there even some on her face? Horror crossed the young woman's expression, a terrified gasp escaping her throat. It was everywhere, the source of it now begging for her to do him in. In the recesses of her mind she heard that urge whisper again, silk-soft and alluring,
[color=0E59E4][small]"Finish him."[/small]
"I can't."
[small]"Destroy him."[/small]
"I won't."
[small]"Why? He's asking you too. You want this. We want this."[/small]
"I made a vow."
[small]"We'll be forgiven. Just this once."[/small]
"No."
"[small]You can make it painless. Just break his neck.[/small]"
"No."
"What are you waiting for? KILL HIM ALREADY!"[/color]

[color=0E59E4][HEADING=2]"NO!"[/HEADING][/color]

Teri practically jumped away from Bruiser, her eyes fixed on her her hands. She did this. Even if he was the one she loathed, she had attacked a man who wasn't fighting back. She almost killed him. As she backed away, the young Cleric found herself bumping into Mio, the brunette yelping in surprise like she had been burned. However, when her eyes met the pirate's, she didn't quite know what to say, aside from a tiny little, [color=0E59E4]"I - I'm so sorry..."[/color] as she slumped against her companion; her back beginning to shake with sobs.

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World Marshall Secure Location: Anomalous Materials [http://img00.deviantart.net/f187/i/2012/052/e/0/science_by_mikrob-d4qgzfi.jpg]
Arthur C. Clarke's third law - Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
ARES | Viscus | Dimitri

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Inside of the Tablet

The Blue Butler paced anxiously in the interior his home, watching quietly as he and Viscus were unceremoniously placed on a table while other items were examined. However, as ARES lashed out, and was subsequentially placed under the subjugation of the EM field, Dimitri's interest was piqued. He had seen the combat android several times before on the Dawn and in combat - she must have been one of theirs. Furthermore, with that dratted field turned away, that would be the perfect time to strike, if somewhat at the expense of ARES. Turning to his comrade/shaky ally/friendly enemy, Dimitri gave a solemn nod, [color=3897E0]

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"Well, I believe this is as good of a time as any. I'm going out there. Should we become separated... Give them hell."

[/color]

Viscus didn't look up from his diagnostics, and bluntly answered,

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[color=grey]""If we get separated, follow the trail of screams and despair. You should find me easily enough. For now, I shall merely ask you a simple request: Don't mess this up."[/color]

Dimitri was inclined to protest, as was the nature of the relationship between himself and the brutal AI, but instead deigned to borrow from the Users once more - he rolled his eyes, double checked his loadout, and jumped ship to the nearest terminal. Transference was a little difficult, the AI had noted, something akin to static or "turbulence" making his transition between devices a little slower than was the norm. However, in a short time, he had found himself in the enviorns of the enemy's terminal. The first thing Dimitri unzipped from his little selection of programs was his SCOUTER, and began to scan the area.

He found himself in a advanced, if somewhat uninteresting, workstation used by one of the lab techs.
While World Marshall had some of the most advanced technology in the United States, the station was funtionally the same as ones made by the lowest bidder.
As he unzipped himself, the AI saw a IM chat prompt was still open, most likely from before ARES's escape attempt.

He paused, looking it over and got an idea - why force his way through when he could simply "ask"? Hands on the digital interface, he replied,

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[color=3897E0]>I keep forgetting the key, so I get locked out of my work. Do you remember it?[/color]
>Urg, Christ man, you're useless. V_V
>Key to the lab's Network database or Key to the internal files?

Dimitri paused again, and looked over his interface - would it be too much to ask for both? And if so, what would be a good excuse? ...What exactly was it that was used in dramas again? Something about stress and exhaustion, homelife, that sort of thing. After thinking for a moment longer, Dimitri felt himself wincing as he went for a shot in the dark,

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[color=3897E0]> .......Yes. I'm sorry, I've had a lot piled on my workload, not to mention my partner's been driving me crazy at home.[/color]
>Yeah, Marriage is a lot less fun after the first few years.
>Told you that you would regret it.
>Key to the Network database: rst34w65y
>I'll get IT to reset the key to your internal files
>Now, can you tell me what the damn gimp mask does?
[color=3897E0]>Ah, thanks! How long will the reset take for key to reset for the files? I Can give you the info I got then.[/color]
>Hang on...
>Password should be cleared
>Can you access the inventory files now?
[color=3897E0]>One sec....[/color]

The Butler smiled, a quick glance at the terminal's file access allowed him to take an inventory of all of the artifacts (as well as the stolen equipment of the Rising Dawn) and zip it away for his own use later. That, and with the network key, his entrance into the rest of the base a lot easier in the long run. But first thing's first...

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 -User 389730 has sent Mask.txt- 
[color=3897E0]>Here's the file we have on it. Happy?[/color]
>Finally.
>Thanks man.
>Sorry your husband is a *****
-User 001099 has left the channel-

Once Dimtiri had the key, he was able to access the Network Layer for this Lab. He could see every device connected to it, from Workstations to smartphones to the USB Coffee warmers. Up ahead was a blazing hot firewall with a dangerous looking AI Construct [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/e/e0/ASP_-_player3_variant_in_the_garage.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120904091556] in the form of a Tank parked right in front of it, rotating it's barrel slightly as it kept a look out for rogue packets.

Dimitri stopped his advance and examined the tank with a curious expression. He needed to get through the firewall to access other parts of the lab and help User: ARES, but the tank... The Blue Butler considered reaching for one of his zipped allies, but stopped himself - he couldn't risk drawing his best cards this soon. He'd have to mock up something on the fly, which should be easy, except, [color=3897E0]

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"....I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing."

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The Blue Butler started to think - he messed with programming already set in a place before; it was something of a second nature to him - he was made that way after all. Perhaps creation was another step in that process, he simply had to start with something familiar, like the books in his home tablet... Books. Maybe that was it! The books weren't really "books" in the proper sense of being paper, cardboard or leather bound together with glue and strings - they were just representations of files, the shelves they sat on were folders, and the pages were the data. If data and files were books, then maybe, just maybe...

Dimitri held out one of his hands as if he were reading any other volume, and began to visualize a book in front of him, it's pages filling with strings of code detailing processes, functions, and other assorted details. As he began this process, the front and back covers of a book appearing, with pages slowly filling up the space between the covers. After another moment passed, the book closed itself, the front bearing "Program 1.exe". Not particularly creative, but it'd have to do. Dimitri looked over the book carefully and muttered, [color=3897E0]

Code:

"Now how to execute it..."

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Right after Dimitri said "execute", the book flared to life, spinning in the "air" before turning into what appeared to be a simply glowing ball of light. Not technically impressive, but for the job the Butler wanted, it would have to do. Pointing at the tank, Dimitri made a sort of swiping motion before commanding his new program, [color=3897E0]

Code:

"Get it away from the firewall!"

[/color] To his surprise, the glowing ball of light didn't seem too nonplussed by the suicide charge, and shot after the Tank, taking a sharp turn just before hitting the turret. The tank turret turned to face the lightball, and as it's treads began to move in the other direction, Dimitri bolted to the Firewall.

Zepherus14 · Aug 1, 2016

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Nina clumsily stepped into any bookworms wet dream as she felt the carpet hit her feet, her eyes almost rolled out of her skull as she looked at the scenery. Frankly when Sloth had gone on about the Sins having their pure power in this space, seeing the Sins just sitting in a library when she'd just been in a cosmic void of multiverses seemed, kinda underwhelming? It looked pretty nice though, but what the hell was talking? ~--are you doing back so soon? Is everything alright down there, did you finish our mission already? I sure hope so, because that means you won't need to call me down...~

During Envy's introduction talk, Nina continued looking around like a Confused Travolta [http://i2.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/001/042/619/4ea.jpg]. As she did a full 360, looking at the different bookshelves, she fiddled with her ear. She was definitely hearing, something, that much she could gather. And as she pulled her finger out of her ear and gave it a brief look. She stuck out her tongue lightly, flicking her hand a bit before Nina's eye caught the sudden movement of Envy shrinking behind Sloth, and immediately hid her dirty finger behind her back.

~Who is that? Did you bring a mortal with you? You know we aren't supposed to, Sloth!~ The voice in Nina's mind proclaimed, which Nina finally put two and two together and figured out this woman must have been who was talking. 'That turtleneck on her's kinda cute, but she could really use a haircut. I wonder if she has the same problem as me?' She thought, lightly waving with her other hand in a friendly manner.

Sloth held up his hands and made a pacifying motion with them, shushing her gently before he said, "Envy, Envy, it's fine. She isn't staying, I just needed to pop over here before dropping her back off on Earth." "Ya he just wanted to show me his... library? His really old library." She confirmed, then started to wonder why they needed to come here to this library. Sure it was nice, but literally the last place they were in was filled with portals to oodles of other locations, wouldn't the portal she'd need to get to the Rising Dawn be there too? Nina turned around to see if the portal to the multiverse was still behind her.

"If you need assistance, Sloth dear, I'm surprised you haven't called upon my services first." Nina turned around again upon hearing the new voice. Nina would like that dress of her's, the brilliant purple with the gold looked quite nice, but the floating part was what caught her eye the most. As Pride talked with Sloth, Nina grabbed her hair so it wouldn't touch the ground before leaning down to check that in fact Pride was indeed floating. 'Aww fuck that's cool~'

When Pride turned to Nina and started floating over, Nina abruptly stood up straight again, dusting her hair slightly. Nina smiled too along with Pride's smile, her's a bit more forced as she briefly glanced at the hand Pride extended out, the one that matched the hand she'd stuck in her ear.

"Why, hello there darling, 'Hiii... poop' it's a pleasure to meet you! 'Uh... poop, should I shake her hand...' It isn't often that we get mortal visitors in our Realm. 'Ya I should but no kidding?' Please, don't let any impression Sloth has given you tarnish our glory 'Well that's kinda rude.' for you." she proclaimed, Nina biting the bullet and shaking Pride's hand anyways. "I am Superbia, Firstborn of the Vices and The One True Sin. And you are?" she asked, Nina going full on staring contest with Pride although 3 against 2 was probably breaking some sort of official staring contest regulations. Nina continued to stare even if her eyes were twitching slightly. "So my name's Nina Zaczoltski, Firstborn of the Zaczoltski family of Steve and Melissa Zaczoltski and wonderer of if I should change it to Alice. And, sorry to say, but you probably owe Sloth an apology there." Nina winced a bit, in that special way you'd do if you saw someone step into poo. "Sloth's been nothing but awesome so far, unless your glory is a not awesome glory. Which if it is, you do you Superbia." She said to Pride, having let go of the handshake and giving her a small two thumbs up.

Nina's eyes were watering a bit now as a sort of last ditch effort to keep hydrated against the almighty power that was Pride's stare. "Also do we always do staring contests here, because I'd really like to close mine now if that's alright? Please?"

Neuromancer · Aug 3, 2016

The Rising Dawn Canteen(?)
[color=5B9C64]Eddie the Dead[/color] | Obligation | Cocky little shit

A drink, a drink and a drink.

Drinks were always a favourite of Eddie's, back in the Wastes. The single biggest establishment in Disraeli Gears was the pub, wherein Wasteland favourites such as Meltdown and Nuclear Madman were first conceived. He always liked his drinks to have an edge to them, the sensation of drunken haziness the most desired of all.

But there was no edge to be found in these drinks. Not that it could be helped; over the millennia he had grown rather numb to alcohol, his tolerance sharply rising over time. He once drunk the entirety of Bacchus' wine collection and still had plenty to go before he could be considered tipsy, much to his frustration. Ultimately, he had given up on ever getting drunk again.

So why drink? If the express reason for drinking was to get drunk, and if drunkenness was unachievable, why bother? Simple, because the drinking occupied his mind, and the activity itself was still pleasing even if the goal was impossible. It ultimately helped calm his nerves, and that was what he needed to not crash the ship.

He was still bitter, though. No doubt about that. What else could he be, considering the utter absurdity of his situation? To have his work rewarded with trickery, the fruit of his labours taken just out of reach. And for what? To babysit a child to adulthood in order to give her a bottle of wine? Why was he handed such a meaningless and absurd task?

You have to imagine Sisyphus happy.

He raised his head from his drink. He was no longer in the canteen of the Rising Dawn, finding himself in the insurmountable vastness of the Concert Hall. He sat in the front row, a table with the drinks he had ordered and some more in front of him, as the single entity that inhabited this plane stood upon her podium, a blinding, unpierceable light emanating from in front of her, leaving nothing but her frame visible.

Existence was a song, and she were its conductor.

[color=5B9C64]"I do not appreciate the comparison."[/color] he said, quickly adding in a "my lady" in the end. [color=5B9C64]"And besides, I don't think that you've given me an impossible task to carry out for all eternity."[/color]

And yet, there you sit, drinking, cursing my name.

Eddie was starting to get nervous. He was walking on a thin line and he knew it. [color=5B9C64]"I am merely annoyed that you took such a roundabout way of giving me this job after you said that it would be the last before I was allowed a holiday!"[/color]

And you wouldn't have objected against it, or pondered as to why you should carry it out had I been upfront?

There was a playfulness in her tone, the kind you would expect from a dotting mother or that friend that is more mature than you. Eddie couldn't help but imagine her smiling, but it was the kind of smile that he wasn't sure of and worried him.

[color=5B9C64]"I have reservations on it..."[/color] he had to admit, she had him by the balls, [color=5B9C64]"but from my perspective, I can't see why you would have me do such a job other than to play with me. I wouldn't have objected to it, it's not like I could-"[/color]

Of course you could, her tone had gotten serious now. Freedom is the gift bestowed on all creation. That includes you. You could have denied the job offer if you so wished. Drink your drinks.

Eddie did as he was told. [color=5B9C64]"But the consequences of doing so-"[/color]

What of them? Every choice has consequences, some obvious, others subtle, some short-term, others long-term. The consequence of accepting the job is having to see it through. You are free to decide to stop before it is done, but that also has consequences. It is up to you to decide the road you will take. But nobody said the road is easy to walk. Drink your drinks.

Eddie did as he was told. But as he finished a drink, more arrived. [color=5B9C64]"Nobody said I had to like any of the choices, huh."[/color] he sighed, [color=5B9C64]"Well, I suppose I will have to live with this."[/color]

Yes, you will. he tone had returned to the soft, playful tone it was at first. Do not treat difficulty as evil. There is no love of life without despair of life. And besides... she turned to look at him, not that he could see her face, Things are about to get very interesting, I think you will find. Finish your drinks.

Eddie grabbed a glass, but stopped just as he was about drink. [color=5B9C64]"I can always refuse to drink them, can't I?"[/color]

Of course you can.

[color=5B9C64]"And what are the consequences of doing that?"[/color]

That is for you to figure out, if you so wish.

He finished them all. [color=5B9C64]"No, I think I'd prefer to drink them."[/color]

And so you choose. She turned back to face the light. I think this concludes this meeting. I shall let you return to your work. But remember this: That which is destined, by the will of Gods and mortals cannot be denied.

[color=5B9C64]"You had to bring Fate into this, didn't you?"[/color]

You know me, she said, and Eddie felt it couldn't be bigger a lie. Comprehending a being like her was impossible, he knew, and what he could gather he only did because she allowed him to. I always had a love for the dramatic. Do send Lucifer my regards when you can.

And with that, Eddie's surroundings shifted, as the walls of the concert hall turned to the familiar walls of the canteen, and the the table in front of him turned into the the bar stand he had been leaning on, all the glasses in front of him devoid of drink. Funny, they seemed to have been more than he had ordered...

"Don't worry about it, Farber. It looks like Mister Eddie's going to be busy for quite some time..."

It appeared that while his consciousness had been dragged away to a philosophical 1-on-1 debate the kids had returned to the canteen. He turned to his ward, who had picked up that his focus was elsewhere, but hadn't noticed he had returned, speaking to her impish friend as though Eddie wasn't there.

"And he didn't bring us any sweets or pastries. I don't think he was ever going to because if he was, he would have brought some, just in case we did stay in the Canteen."

Or he had merely hidden the sweets over the counter just in case a certain sneaky sweet obsessed urchin got any funny ideas and started pilfering his stuff. He didn't quite appreciate the implication that he wouldn't fulfill his part of the bargain, though. He felt it was time to weight in and do what guardians do when the children cause trouble. Punishment time was close for the kids.

But then Ruby said something that made him stay his hand.

"Besides... if we get the pastries by lying to Mister Eddie, I don't think I could eat them."

Huh. Is that so, little one? Are you really the little angel you appeared to be? There was more to her than met the eye, that much was true. Such honesty was refreshing. As for the other one, though...

Eddie turned his head and leered at the little imp. Lying, huh? He supposed he had to thank young Ruby for that too. He was too occupied with his meeting to notice what the imp had said, but from what Ruby just said he tried to lie his way out, and that, that Eddie just couldn't let pass.

"Since Mister Eddie's going to be busy for a while, do you think that we should go look for something to do? Lots of adults are going to come in soon and I don't think they want us kids hanging around when they do arrive."

[color=5B9C64]"They might not, but I do,"[/color] replied Eddie as he leaned over the counter and picked a box of chocolates. [color=5B9C64]"Unlike certain children, I have a policy to keep my promises."[/color] he placed the box on the counter and slid it over to Ruby. [color=5B9C64]"I would normally punish you for not listening to me, but you're honest, and honesty is rare enough to warrant a reward."[/color] he raised a finger, [color=5B9C64]"That's all you're getting, though. You didn't keep your part of the bargain, after all. The rest of the sweets I will keep for myself, to do as I choose."[/color]

He turned to the imp whelp. [color=5B9C64]"As for you..."[/color] he got up and squatted down right in front of the kid. Even in squat, though, he still was a head taller than the kid. [color=5B9C64]"Tried to lie to me, did you? Play with fire and you get burned, kid. When you're caught in the act, be a man and admit your mistake. I'd been merciful, but now..."[/color] he grabbed the imp from the back of his shirt and raised him as he got up, [color=5B9C64]"Now I gotta teach you a lesson."[/color]

He turned to Ruby again, [color=5B9C64]"Be a good girl and stay here while we're gone, eh? We'll be right back."[/color] and walked out of the canteen.

Sithmorack · Aug 3, 2016

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So not everything had gone according to his plan. Just because he was trapped in a small room with a small army of cyborgs on the other side didn't mean he had already failed. Sure the plan to ditch his "comrades" and take the form of one of the cyborgs (you have no idea how hard it is to replicate the feeling of metal from biomass) had gone well and the next phase to infiltrate the cell block to see what was going on had gone smoothly.

The plan devolved however when they realized he wasn't one of theirs. So maybe he had slipped up and punch a hole in one of the cyborgs while the others were looking. Didn't mean he couldn't recover right? Well running into a dead end room with no way out but the small army of cyborgs on the other side was less bright.

All of this however didn't make the damn Russian right! "It totally does." The Russian responded inside his own mind. Agent simply growled before replying out loud. [color=848482]"This doesn't make you right and you will never be right."[/color] He quickly began forming a plan in his head. He still didn't want to blow his cover yet as Shadow so with a quick transformation he took on a familiar form.

Luckily he had kept Taytum in her gun state so the cyborgs would simply confiscate her thinking she was a gun. "Ok now to just act like the Russian idiot." He said altering his voice to sound like Shadow's. "I resent that." Came the short reply inside his mind.

The guards finally busted down the door and he turned before yelling. "Come and get me American dogs!" Sure they may not have all been American but it's what Shadow would have said. The first one went down before the second one did with only a few kicks and punches. Hell he even took down a large group of guards just using Shadow's strength and endurance but the cyborgs poured in relentlessly before eventually wrestling him to the ground with their massive numbers.

His weapons had been confiscated as Shadow/Agent was dragged off to a cell. He had managed to "change" without the guards noticing his true form, that had been difficult. He was thrown into a moderate sized cell as he cursed at them in Russian. He sat up and surveyed his room. Now he just had to sit there and wait because of his own mistake.
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The Nightmare | ??? | Help Me
Simon

It was one of those rare times when the nightmare threw up a dead end in Simon's path. Never true dead ends, all things considered. A dead end implies that there's no where left to go, but there must always be somewhere, some other descent into the madness of this existence.

This time Simon stepped into a stone room with one mirrored wall opposite the entrance. It was dark, dark enough for Simon to crack out the flashlight. The beam found himself, also holding a flashlight, also shining a beam at himself holding a flashlight.

[color=77C7C6]"Hello stranger."[/color] Simon said to his reflection, who greeted Simon in like. [color=77C7C6]"It's good to see a familiar face."[/color]

The reflection, naturally, agreed with this notion.

They stepped toward each other, flashlight beams pointed loosely forward. Other hand raised, Simon reached out toward his own reaching hand.

It then occurred to him, standing inches away from himself, hand held poised for a near intimate brush against the glass, that his breath wasn't condensing. There had never been any glass for it to form on.

Stepping back, hand to glock, Simon quick drew and fired a round.

BANG!

The bullet disintegrated into sparks and shrapnel as it collided with an identical bullet, launched from an identical gun by an identical Simon. When the dots of muzzle flash left his eyes, it was to find them being watched from under the hood of his equally armed and wary doppelg?nger.

[color=77C7C6]"You can't scare me."[/color] Said Simon and Simon. [color=77C7C6]"I know I'm me."[/color] His doppelg?nger said before grinning.

And just like that, neither of them did.

Once again two discharge bangs filled the air, bullets colliding midway along their respective trajectories into each imposter's skull. flashlights span out of control as the two sources were dropped to the floor, hands flying to grips, once more aligning the iron sights to fire for a third and fourth time consecutively.

BANG!
BANG!

Neither of the two shadowed Simons were dead by the time the echoes dissipated.

Simultaneously they lowered their guns.

[color=77C7C6]"So that's how it's going to be is it?"[/color] They muttered, equally vigilant in the dim glow of light reflected from the stone floor.

[color=77C7C6]"That's how it's going to be..."[/color] They held weapons once more to their heads. This time, however, it was their own heads.

Dark shadows began swirling behind each of their forms as Simon's grin grew wider.

[color=77C7C6]"You want this? Do you? It's going to happen!"[/color]

[color=77C7C6]"You're getting one last chance."[/color]

...

BANG!

A Simon dropped to the floor, sprawling out in a heap where the pair of discarded flashlight beams intersected. There was a hole in the side of his hooded head, from which blood squirted in intermittent bursts.

A Simon, the other Simon, continued to stand with his gun to his head, finger hovering over the trigger like the quivering tail of a scorpion about to slam down on its own back.

[color=77C7C6]"So this is how it's going to be..."[/color] Simon said as his smile faded from his face and he lowered his gun.
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Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Confusing Halls
Simon

As Simon's vision returned he awoke in a brightly lit hall. What looked like steel instead of stone now made up the walls. He stood up before asking, [color=77C7C6]"where am I now?"[/color] He began to slowly wander the confusing halls of the Rising Dawn.
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Avatar Adventures | Denver | Blast Site
The Batter

The entire area was almost entirely rubble. Buildings had been destroyed, where a once tall building stood, now only rubble remained. The concrete weighed hundreds if not thousands of pounds. Slowly, the rubble moved just barely, then it moved more, and more, and more, until a hand shot out followed by a figure pulling himself out of the rubble. His large frame was emphasized with his same stoic expression.

He could sense that the impurity had left and that it was weak. It however was not eliminated and that needed correction. The Batter turned towards the direction of the impurity before he began walking.

Silence · Aug 4, 2016

Mio turned her head and smiled broadly to Teri as she got excited about the mention of Rugal. "Like I said, don't worry." Teri went over to her, finally explaining what was going on. But first, she asked another question:

[color=0E59E4]"Did you see a really big wolf, about the size of a horse. He has pitch black fur, and can talk?"[/color]
"Well, there was this fluffy monster talking to Rugal ... I think they stayed together." she grinned, confident, as Teri already continued.
[color=0E59E4]"Okay, so here's what's going on, the man you spoke of, Rugal, he's my dad, [sub]well adoptive dad, but it doesn't matter too much[/sub] - anyways, a lot of people really don't like him, so the less we mention him, the better. If he's out and about, then that means we might have a chance. The rest of us who were brought here, at least the ones I saw, we're members of a group called the Rising Dawn. Why these bad guys grabbed us, I don't really know, but if I know my Dad and I know Bison, they've all been out enemies for a while. Anyways, if you met my Dad, the 'spider lady', and some dragons, then that probably means that they're looking for us now. We might have a chance out of here!"[/color]

"I know of the Rising Dawn. You people saved me from some kind of hypnosis ... but seems like you got in over your head? Judging from what I saw, maybe it's a leadership problem. Individually, the people I saw seemed capable enough.
And I told you already, we're getting out of here! It's always only a matter of time." Mio was gesturing a wide arc, as the celldoor opened, and an extremely ugly giant, at least as far as Mio was concerned, was thrown into their cell. She walked closer to him, inspecting him, a sound of disgust coming from her lips.

[sub]"...Teri?..."[/sub]

Mio did not expect Teri's reaction at all, was surprised by it and took a step backwards, to watch what she was doing. It was obvious to her what fueled Teri's action: Fear. But other than being afraid, this time, Teri chose to fight. Even if it was something already on the ground. Mio had not expected that from someone seemingly this innocent. But it also was something that made her respect her more. While she was smiling, not an ounce of sympathy for this thing, she was still wondering if it was fair, punching it while it lay on the ground, seemingly not able to defend itself. It would have been wrong to do that in most cases, unless it was punishment for something - and it seemed to be. There could be no other reason for Teri's rage, as evidenced by the actions that followed.

Teri stopped. And the man clearly, and finally, gave up. [sub]"...go on...do it...." [/sub] Teri looked at her fists, terrified of what she had done, then called out, much louder than was necessary: [color=0E59E4][HEADING=2]"NO!"[/HEADING][/color] and jumped away.

As far as Mio was concerned, she guessed there was a backstory to Teri's action. It was not hard to figure out, as the Machoke's first action had been to say her name. Still, she was glad that Teri did not finish him off. This was a prisoner as well, someone rather on their side than on the ones who imprisoned them. Maybe he should stay imprisoned, but for now, their own escape was more important. That said, Teri's state of mind was not the best to figure out a plan. Mio came closer again, wanting to take a closer look at the Machoke, when she bumped into Teri, who let out a yelp, before turning and looking her in the eye, recognition slowly forming. Then Teri slumped against her and started sobbing. [color=0E59E4]"I - I'm so sorry..."[/color]

Mio put her arm around Teri and hugged her, softly, not at all concerned about the blood on Teri's hands. "Don't worry, child. I think you had to do what you had to do. This one hurt you, right? Now you have shown him to not take you lightly.

You will remember, right?" she adressed the Machoke, the wit and cruelty of a pirate captain visible in her eye.. "Whatever you have done, you know how close you came to dying this day. You will do what we say you should do, no questions asked, and you might have a chance of redeeming yourself. If not, you will walk the plank one final time."
She smiled, like a benefactor. "That said, Teri has the final decision. But I am always willing to give people a second chance."

She hugged the still sobbing Teri a bit more, and spoke to her again. "You just need to say if it's too much for you. I would not hesitate to kill, yet I also like people rather alive than dead. I rather have more friends than enemies. You did good, Teri. Holding off on finishing him, it shows you have final control over your actions. I would like you on my crew, anytime."
She stopped, and stayed quiet for a while, patiently waiting on Teri to stop crying.

When Teri was finished, she slowly ended the hug, took a step backwards, then another step forwards to the Machoke. "You seem strong. Your face and your arm look pretty shit, but I don't think that should be much of a problem. I have experience." she winked.
"How long do you need to lie around here until you can try punching a celldoor or a wall, to see how sturdy they are?
That said, you don't have a lockpick or some wire on you, by any chance?"

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