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Carmen shook her head toward Drayven, smiling faintly. [color=bb0066] "He hit my weakpoint long before he yielded to me. The match was decided there had he been fighting seriously. But I thank you for the compliment." [/color] Calmly getting off her stool, she gave Drayven's question a small nod. [color=bb0066] "Sure, I'll give an account of some of my own. I haven't shown all I'm capable of, and I'd like to keep some moves secret, seeing as I'm one of the more active fighters here." [/color]
"Maybe others can't take that luxury, but they aren't me." The man stood up, picking up his sword, and started to walk off. "Anyway, I'm going to look for some women, booze, and violence. Not necessarily in that order." As he walked, he blew out some smoke.
"Hopefully, that man just slays the worthless wench and is done with it. Weaklings are no fun to kill, anyway."
"Hopefully, that man just slays the worthless wench and is done with it. Weaklings are no fun to kill, anyway."
The Meta stood up, lifting up Lambda by the throat. He shook her a bit, then threw her at the door where Logan was banging. Her corpse made a loud bang as it made a slight dent in the door, then the Meta walked away towards the other exit. He pushed the medics away from him, and stepped out of the arena just as the other door opened. Logan would be greeted with an empty arena, except for Lambda's corpse staring up at him.
Erica was silent for a moment upon hearing Laguna's answer. It was exagerated? Is this what happened? I have no way of knowing. Although, I suppose it makes no difference. She smiled slightly before finally answering Laguna. "The College of Winterhold, in Skyrim."
Drayven nodded graciously.
"Aethion is a good and honourable young man." He replied, before speaking more gravely. "But I worry he does not yet understand that to survive, he must understand how to kill without hesitation. When the time comes that his life depends on it, his opponent will likely not extend him the same mercy as you did. That aside however, certainly you may keep your secrets. All mages know the value of their knowledge and some things are to be treasured rather than shared freely." As Erica spoke to Laguna, he glanced at her with mild surprise.
"Another native of Tamriel? Greetings to you. A Breton, if I am not mistaken?"
Logan pushed into the middle of the arena, glaring about but immediately knowing he had lost his quarry. He glanced down at Lambda's twisted, tortured remains and clenched his fists, teeth bared in fury at the needless cruelty inflicted on her. The skin on his knuckles was perfectly intact again.
"Aethion is a good and honourable young man." He replied, before speaking more gravely. "But I worry he does not yet understand that to survive, he must understand how to kill without hesitation. When the time comes that his life depends on it, his opponent will likely not extend him the same mercy as you did. That aside however, certainly you may keep your secrets. All mages know the value of their knowledge and some things are to be treasured rather than shared freely." As Erica spoke to Laguna, he glanced at her with mild surprise.
"Another native of Tamriel? Greetings to you. A Breton, if I am not mistaken?"
Logan pushed into the middle of the arena, glaring about but immediately knowing he had lost his quarry. He glanced down at Lambda's twisted, tortured remains and clenched his fists, teeth bared in fury at the needless cruelty inflicted on her. The skin on his knuckles was perfectly intact again.
Laguna looked at Drayven. "You two from the same place, huh?" He turned back to Erica. "Not sure I've ever heard of that place, though it does ring a bell."
Lambda respawned in her suite. It looked exactly like the Sector Seven headquarters, complete with Lambda's regeneration tank. She fell out of the tank, breathing heavily and running a self-diagnostic.
Lambda respawned in her suite. It looked exactly like the Sector Seven headquarters, complete with Lambda's regeneration tank. She fell out of the tank, breathing heavily and running a self-diagnostic.
Rex let out a small sigh of relief as Greed let up on his arm and wasn't fully aware of the man punching at his knee. As it connected, though weaker than usual, it was enough to drop Rex onto one knee himself. Sighing, he simply pointed the gun at Greed, seeing as he was eye level with him now. [color=000066] "Can't regenerate if I don't leave a trace of you, right?" [/color]
He released the trigger with a roar as electricity arced around the gun. The gun then released a large beam of pure energy, aiming to burn and shock away anything in its path.
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Carmen gave Drayven another nod before sitting back down and taking another swig of her drink.
He released the trigger with a roar as electricity arced around the gun. The gun then released a large beam of pure energy, aiming to burn and shock away anything in its path.
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Carmen gave Drayven another nod before sitting back down and taking another swig of her drink.
OOC: Well, anyway...
Jack made his was out of his room, which was as dry as a bone as per his preference, and silently went into the lounge to guzzle down some booze.
Jack made his was out of his room, which was as dry as a bone as per his preference, and silently went into the lounge to guzzle down some booze.
OoC: Well, it wouldn't be Lambda if she wasn't horrifically maimed and torured, would it? Hahahahahogodimsuchahorribleperson.
Drayven sat and balanced the book on his knees, flipping to a suitable page to record Carmen's information.
"If you wish to begin now, we may do so." He said to her, wetting the quill tip.
Logan clenched his fists one more time, before exhaling heavily and turning to leave the arena, nothing remaining for him to do there.
OOC: Huh. The guy who plays Ser Jorah Mormont in Game of Thrones was also the main expendable villain in Resident Evil Extinction. He's come up in the world...
"If you wish to begin now, we may do so." He said to her, wetting the quill tip.
Logan clenched his fists one more time, before exhaling heavily and turning to leave the arena, nothing remaining for him to do there.
OOC: Huh. The guy who plays Ser Jorah Mormont in Game of Thrones was also the main expendable villain in Resident Evil Extinction. He's come up in the world...
Erica shook her head in responce to Drayven's question. "Though I might hail from Tamriel, I wasn't born there. Originally, I come from an other world of which I have forgotten the name. However, I have been living in Skyrim for such a long time now, I can practically be considdered a Nord." Looking back to Laguna, Erica brought a hand to her lower lip. "If you haven't visited the land yourself, perhaps it was mentioned by someone at a point in time..." Lowering her arm, Erica chuckled slightly. "This is odd, isn't it? The facts suggest we know one another, yet at the same time, neither of us are certain of it."
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"Shit!" Greed swiftly raised his arms infront of his face to shield it from the beam, to little avail. While the hardened skin fared fairly well against the energe, the size of the beam meant that the unhardened parts of Greed's body were still hit. Once the beam dispersed, it was revealed that the two forearms laid on the ground, next to Greed's legs. The rest had been desintegrated. Behind the legs laid a oval-shapred crimson stone.
The arms and legs began to disolve quickly, disappearing like dust on the wind, but despite there seemingly being no trace left of Greed, it still wasn't over. From the stone, red sparks shot out, followed by tendrils of tissue shooting out of it. This eventually shaped a spine and ribcage. The vital organs could be seen forming in the ribcage, but were quickly covered by reforming muscle and sinews. This process took a total of two and a half seconds. What followed were the limbs begining to reform.
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"Shit!" Greed swiftly raised his arms infront of his face to shield it from the beam, to little avail. While the hardened skin fared fairly well against the energe, the size of the beam meant that the unhardened parts of Greed's body were still hit. Once the beam dispersed, it was revealed that the two forearms laid on the ground, next to Greed's legs. The rest had been desintegrated. Behind the legs laid a oval-shapred crimson stone.
The arms and legs began to disolve quickly, disappearing like dust on the wind, but despite there seemingly being no trace left of Greed, it still wasn't over. From the stone, red sparks shot out, followed by tendrils of tissue shooting out of it. This eventually shaped a spine and ribcage. The vital organs could be seen forming in the ribcage, but were quickly covered by reforming muscle and sinews. This process took a total of two and a half seconds. What followed were the limbs begining to reform.
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OoC: @Outis: Eh, it comes with the character. Maybe @Nail should try her some time. He'd be way better at this whole "torture" thing than I am.
@Nail: So Greed is bassically Senator Armstrong. AWESOME.
"Well, maybe we should try and figure this out sometime." Laguna said to Erica.
@Nail: So Greed is bassically Senator Armstrong. AWESOME.
"Well, maybe we should try and figure this out sometime." Laguna said to Erica.
Jack went about his usual business, actually being quite casual about taking several bottles of different kinds of alcohol and draining them in relatively rapid succession.
"Another world? Fascinating. Here, such a thing is normal to the point of mundane, but in Tamriel? I had never heard of anyone there who claimed to be from another world, nor even from another plane of existence." Drayven said as he glanced up from the book.
Logan returned to the lounge, still seething, and grabbed a shot of whiskey at the bar, knocking it back in a swift motion.
Logan returned to the lounge, still seething, and grabbed a shot of whiskey at the bar, knocking it back in a swift motion.
Jack looked over at Logan with mild curiosity, inspecting him as he held a bottle of vodka to his lips.
"Got something to say, bub?" Logan grunted as he poured another shot, not looking around at Jack.
Weizoth made his way into the Lounge, lacking anything better to do. He was followed by his Wraith, which flew a short distance above his head and slowly circled him. As he and his Wraith entered the room, an unnatural chill fell over the room. Seeing that the room was rather crowded, Weizoth strode over to a wall and leaned up against it, then began to thumb through his book.
"...You seem mad...Problem?" Jack said as he finished his bottle and reached for another. Jack happened to be using his Incinerate! at the moment and so the multicolored flames were dancing over his fingers occasionally.