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| FalloutJack | Feb 15 2009, 02:31 PM Post #1 |
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Awesome to the Badass to the Chaotic Mastermind.
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OOC: Liberties taken in this post are entirely due to plot reasons. Music links used in this post are entirely due to my love of Big O and film-noir in general. IC>>>>> THE RECAP OF DEADLY PROPORTIONS!!>>>>> ((OPENING THEME - THE PROCESS)) Alright, for those who don't know me, my name is Guido Valcini. I'm an agent of a group called Spire, an organization built to investigate all paranormal and supernatural happenings in the world. We're the ones who look into conspiracies and unknowns with a style seldom used in the common world. That is, we use our brains. I am here because I currently have my hands full. You are there because I asked you to be there. Simple, isn't it? Well, it's about to get worse in a fashion that words can't describe, but I'll try. Basically, I'm busy because the prophecy of the world coming to an end in 2012 is coming true. Not because it was meant to be, but because of it being something of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Someone wanted it to happen, and opened up hell, the spirit planes, all manner of dimensions, and so on to do it. Why? I don't know yet. This is a recap of what's been going on. And if you haven't figured it all out, then I - who is so constantly busy as to be stuck in the background - certainly can't. Your job, as I assigned it by any means possible, was to help quiet down the fires of demons and robots and aliens and what-have-you by any means you see fit. The world is going bananas, and while a certain Timelord would say bananas are good, this sort is out, ya clear? Now, I may be a black-suited, Glock-wielding badass, but even I have limits, and the enemies involved around here are warring so badly that I contacted you, all of you, or somehow just got you all into position to help those I DID contact. How do I know you? Because I'm with Spire. We know everything secret. Well...mostly everything. I'm afraid it's the TRUTH that's eluding me right now. So, while I've enlisted your lot, I also don't know everything. I do, however, know enough. I hired a wide-range of people to get on this, and most of you seemed to agree to get organized, though some of you ain't very reliable. These things happen. Now, I'll get into the heart of the matter. The purpose for why we're all here. ((SPIRIT)) As I said, the end of the world is nigh, but not as some immediate thing. And not necessarily because of prophecy, though maybe it is. Who's to say, since the creatures involved in this are the type that can apparently move mountains, or render change to an entire world. Something is happening to this world, and I've got it sized down to the man who said his company would take care of it all. Now...I didn't get all the information. This strange man, Trent Massarino, is supposedly an international company owner for many advances, but I can never find hide nor hair of this strange corporation. He's a senator now, representing Pennsylvania. Despite the chaos happening at locations all over the globe, he maintains that everything will be fine, thanks to the advances of his mysterious company. As part of your mission, I asked you to find out more on this man if possible, though suppressing the darkness rising up to engulf the world is of the utmost importance. Remember that. If the world ends, there's no follow-up investigation. I already know that creatures of some distinctly horrifying power have closed in on the people I sent already. ((SIN)) Now, this is something you don't know, per se, because I'm on the outside looking in...and you're all inside this mess, unable to see what I've seen. I've observed the power of at least two major demons, plus something else. They're of a class that can have minions, all of them, and they are situated in Chicago right now as the foothold onto the Earthen turf. The first is Yazgrathe. He is a Baphomet-demon who has powers over the physical, the flesh and bone... The next, though I have not seen him directly, is Shizzerak. He appears to be a mental being, since he creates brains with psychokinetic powers. The last is a creature I know little about, only that he's currently over this now NO-STAR HOTEL, flinging dark minions around and creating wholesale carnage. You've all gathered and at least a number of you are organized, though there's at least one other out there, fighting the good fight against a load of androids. Stay sharp, guys! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> BATTLE ROYALE!!!>>>>> ((Respect - Upper West Side)) When we last left our heroes... HOLY SHIT!! KABOOOOM!!! The actions of the alien from Atlantis brought down a number of the Macabre beings and Cloakers and every-freaking-thing else that was around, but not actually all of them. And while Nick and Ava managed to get away from the mayhem for the time being, there still remained alot of opposition who were now focused on bringing ruin to EVERYTHING. The guys downstairs would be okay, by the by, since they had a strange man with a big sword complex - and an actual big sword - dealing with the creatures downstairs. He delivered wicked hellish slices that actually prevented regeneration. And frankly, the Basement guys could all handle themselves nicely. Finally, though, something happened way on above, in the dark clouds where the winged creature directing all this hovered. The demon received a phone call. Pulling out a cellphone with wiggly tentacle bits, he spoke. "Herro? Yes, of COURSE it's me. Eh? The news? Isn't that a GOOD thing? Oh, I see... You want to me to make this look stylish. Alright... Style it is!! HAH ha ha ha ha haaa!!!" He put the phone away and dissipated the cloud, collecting its dark crimson forces into his hands. The creature was now fully-visible in the sunlight. A blue-skinned demon of sorts, with forehead horns, yellow eyes, and a vaguely gargoylian body that had a sinister devil-tail coming out its ass, and... Holy shit, was that a curved freaking horn coming out its crotch?! Dear lord, AN INCUBUS!! Well, not a normal one, obviously. This one had strange powers. Anyone and EVERYONE would feel it, a dark and ominous force of energy. "Time to put on the wicked hate-beams! Or as Joe would say, HENSHIN A'GO-GO, BABY!!" Part of the hotel had been kind of trashed by Myyah, and now this guy was gonna finish the job. Suddenly, he flung and a crimson bolt of massive proportions struck the building and destabilized the whole damn thing! The explosion had been immense, clearing away the floors above the group on the seventh floor. That was an "Oh Shit!" moment if ever we needed one. Then, before the second bolt could land, there were simultaneous actions. Myyah acted to mass-teleport at the same time as Leo acted to portal everyone he could sense. However, his portals interfered with Myyah's teleport and something fouled up on destination. They all felt the screw up too, as they were moved...to an unknown location. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> More Battle!!>>>>> Okay, this was bad. They now had them flanked badly. At first, there were seven of these active android units in the mall area. But now, that had changed. First, the five downed ones had removed their helmets with gasmasks and revealed their freakish red-eyed skull heads with spike-teeth. Roaring, they pulled out some wicked shocking katanas and LEAPT quickly at the powersuit guys, taking two of them out before the five chargers were down. That would mean that there were only seven left, right? RIGHT?! Well, no! You see, the Russians had gotten away and the four others were now engaged in battle from on top of buildings! It was all the few Enclave soldiers could do to keep them back. One of them, a special unit, hauled out a missle launcher and started blowing up buildings, talking to Zachery on the side. "Hey, you're obviously a tough guy, right? So, do I have to Fighter-Doken you into battle or what? These assholes are gonna turn us into Chicken Tika, otherwise." Hannibal androids fell to the ground because of the missles. The Enclave soldier who'd spoken put his Vindicator back into position. "This one's for Willy and Spriggs, wherever you are!!" Massive gunfire from the multi-barreled weapon now. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Reappearance!>>>>> In a manner not unlike dumping a load of human - or otherwise - cargo out of a time portal from Chrono Trigger, the group ended up massively teleport-portaled onto a dissused highway across town, pretty much on the OTHER SIDE of the cut off zone that the military had circled. They still heard the collapse of the hotel, though. The incubus creature had made that one loud enough. Azura got to his feet at about the same time as Leo did, knowing that if there was anyone else in the hotel... It looked like their group was mostly all that got through. Anyone else, aside from one guy he didn't recognize, was left behind. The hitman looked squarely at Leo now, angered. "What do you think you're doing, Leo? You know perfectly well that Myyah had it handled." "I still don't trust her or alot of you. None of you add up. None of you..." That only made Azura madder. Him and his stupid paranoia! Oh, the idiot... Azura put a hand to his temple, calming himself so he could explain this one to the guy. "Leo, You're being unreasonable, and - if I might say so - a total dick at this point." "This coming from the guy who called us in here, who caused this mess?" "I didn't cause anything and you know it. Furthermore, it was Guido who-" "Forget Guido! I'm not taking my chances around any one of you!" He had a gun out now. The man was unstable, and dangerous. In fact, he was more dangerous than some of the beasts they'd had to have handled. "Leo, if you do not disarm, I shall be forced to take steps." He fired. Azura stopped the bullet with a shadow that sprung up before him. Azura The Ebony Wrath...smiled. "You hate me that much? Okay..." ((STONING)) From a number of shadows, spiked tendrils shot out at Leo. For a moment, though, it looked like Leo had the upper-hand when he started using portals, misdirecting all of his appendages. Azura remained calm and collected while this happened, even when Leo redirected the limbs to stab at him instead! The hitman took a hit, but...no damage?! "Heh heh heh heh... You can't hurt me with my own attacks. Don't you think I'd be immune to the power of my own soul?" Suddenly, the darkness that hit him swallowed him up, and Azura seemed to dissolve, tendrils still lingering. His voice pervaded throughout the area. "You're skilled, but for all your abilities, these portals are mere parlor tricks. You're a ham-handed magician at best, while I am the real thing." From all of his own portals came the lightning blaze of Azura's other power, the flash within the Ebony Wrath, the light that will not illuminate the darkness. Leo was hit several times, knocked to his knees. His portals moved on their own accord and amassed into a form that was Azura again, a black aura encircling him. Subtly, his shadow-tendrils moved and took apart all of Leo's weapons, just cleaving them with ease! They were mere machines, after all. He was dumbfounded. "But...how?" Azura vanished, and was behind him then. "Your portals? Please... What do you think my power moves through? A realm of darkness connected to all where light will not show, or where I will it to be." The aura of shadow then broke off from Azura, formed a mouth, and just swallowed Leo, chewing messily as muffled screams were heard, the shadows inside Azura's alter-self tearing him inside out and devouring him entirely. There wasn't even a speck of debris, a drop of blood... Nothing remaining at all. He looked at the rest. "I'm sorry you had to see that. He did leave me little choice, what with the lunacy and the shooting and all. And I am a hitman. What else could I do?" Sayanara, Loser. Heh heh heh... Edited by FalloutJack, Feb 16 2009, 07:50 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Feb 16 2009, 09:03 PM Post #2 |
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The Count
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*Kranford* Kranford got up after watching the debacle between what had been Leo and Azura. "Dammit, did he have to take out Leo's tech?" thought the assassin as he reloaded the cartridge on his WASP knife and recharged his gauntlets. Fortunately Kran still had the plasma case that Leo had handed him before the morning massacre, so all wasn't lost. The assassin promptly walked up to Azura, "Well ain't this just dandy? My bombs are gone, the hotel's gone, and now we're on the other side of the city; this is getting better by the minute." However, when he checked his holomap to check their position, his eyes lit up. "Damn, it looks like we actually got closer to the rail yard. Nice, we're that much closer now to getting my heavy gear." *Chopper, Whisper, and Sukavich* Chopper, Whisper, and Sukavich helped themselves to their feet and dusted themselves off. Chopper immediately injected himself with a psi hypo while the other two checked their ammo. Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Feb 19 2009, 09:44 PM.
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| Myrrah | Feb 20 2009, 08:41 PM Post #3 |
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Eldritch Spawn of Atlach Nacha
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(This is myyah's leaving post, so here goes) Myyah had meanwhile, picked up a strange signal emanating from the Atlatea, and promptly activated her teleport ..she could no longer get involved in this, she had to leave...but she hoped these people would be able to handle themselves.. (SIREN!) A stealthy figure had been watching the two beings named Kranford and Azura, using a powerful form of stealth technology, she seemed almost invisible to all kinds of sensors. But to describe her, she had long silvery hair, a uniform that was mostly white with black/red and gold outlines, and large bladed cutting wings, red eyes, and very pale skin. She seemed unnatural in ways even androids would find odd. But that wasn't all. The stealthed Android, name of Siren, had also sent the following transmission to a friend of hers, the one named Nickolai. "If you receive this transmission, I'm around here in America. I heard you were here originally, and it seems these strange happenings are getting the attention of characters who are quite..powerful. I know this normally is not the stuff you get involved into, but I could use some backup if you have the time. Sending coordinates to my location." This transmission was sent using an untraceable device, again part of the technology she has access to. Edited by Myrrah, Feb 20 2009, 08:42 PM.
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| MikeV37 | Feb 20 2009, 11:51 PM Post #4 |
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>>> Moskau, Russia. A cold breeze battered the runway. Ava’s hair flowed in the wind. Several bald men were conversing with her. Nickolai could hear their conversation standing a mile away, but standing right here, next to her, he didn’t want to. His ears were otherwise occupied. He was listening to a new album of Lube. If the conversation turned violent, he didn’t need to hear it. Sound was not necessary to scan the nearby environment for movement. Neither was it needed to break Ava’s bones. How things changed. 11 hours ago, he was saving Ava from a base full of armed men. 11 minutes ago, he was sitting by her in a plane. Now, he might need to kill her. Nickolai never liked politics. Nickolai looked as Ava walked away from the men in suits surrounding him. They looked very serious. They had let her slip through their fingers. She was free. If they ordered him to kill her, it would take 0.056 seconds to shoot her in her confident back. He was not free. Luckily, his superiors didn’t want her dead. They might frown, but they won. She could be free for now, but she’d come back. No one is free forever. She’d need money, at the very least. All she knows is how to kill. How far could a person go in the middle of Moscow without money, connections or skills other than death? Nickolai didn’t check statistics, but he was willing to bet, not far. He might even see her again. For now, she should enjoy the moment. The moment of illusive freedom. The men filed into another plane, and Nickolai followed them. They flew another hour. Or was it an hour? The world was all sorts of fucked up right now, and time was no exception. What seemed like minutes in one place was hours in another. The dates almost always matched up, but the times were off. The plane landed again, this time in the middle of a forest. Trees climbed mountains behind the airfield. Nickolai stepped out onto the paved ground. A bunker was cut in the mountain. This was the place of his imprisonment, but, over time, he had begun to like it. If he was to only carry out orders, he might as well have some fun carrying them out. Nickolai smiled that weird smile which always seemed to unnerve his superiors and walked toward the opening in the metal. home-sweet-fucking-home. “A military base.” The room was dark, only lit by a lone bulb suspended under the ceiling by a wire. The man speaking to Nickolai was Yuriy and his glare was only accented by the lighting. A steel table was the only thing that adorned the plain concrete room. If he didn’t know better, Nickolai would’ve thought this was an interrogation. “A warehouse.” Nickolai protested. Yuriy ignored him. ”You blew up… a military base.” Yuriy knew that this talk would yield nothing. Nickolai would continue to act as he pleased to achieve the goal set and the higher ups wouldn’t care. They had plenty of jobs that required Nickolai’s touch. “The U.S. Cannot reveal these men, and if they did, there are no links to you. The fire will most likely be blamed on the demon incursion nearby. Was the mission not successful?” Yuriy sighed. “You achieved the mission objective, if that’s what you’re asking. Yosef will be waiting for you in the engineering bay, with the usual.” Nickolai smiled again. “May I take my leave?” “Get out of here.” Nickolai departed. Yosef stroked his brown beard as he looked over Nickolai’s report. He whistled. The cyborg was opened up in the back, nanomachines moved away from the opening where armor separated to reveal the machinery intertwined with what little organs Nickolai had left. His insides buzzed and whirred. “Let’s see, what I can do here…” Nickolai suffered little external damage, but the fall had taken minor toil on his legs, and Nickolai wanted to recalibrate his reaction times. Yosef’s arms dug into the exposed cavity. Lights played on his face as Nickolai’s insides were fixed and tuned. Nickolai tightened his bite; a red liquid flowed down his chin. One of his eyes burned a bright blue. Finally, Yosef stood up again and Nickolai’s opening closed. “Done. For now.” Yosef motioned to a chair and Nickolai sat in it. The engineer went to a medical closet and took out two bottles. The first one was cheap Vodka. The second bottle was unmarked. He poured two glasses, and gave the unmarked liquid to Nickolai. Yosef looked troubled. “Hmmm…” “Let’s start with health.” Nickolai prompted him. “To our enduring health!” They raised their glasses and gulped down the contents. The two bottles were over before Nickolai thought was possible. The next two went by quickly as well. Nickolai was about to stand up to get the third, but Yosef stopped him. “This is enough for now.” Nickolai was surprised, or as surprised as the nanomachines on his face would allow him to look. Yosef never said no to a good drink. This is important. “Come with me” Nickolai followed Yosef down a low lit hall. They passed several rooms in silence until Yosef stopped at one of the doors lining the walls. It was no different than the other doors, except for a small sign which read: Ne vlezai, ubiot, Mudila. Yosef stepped in, and Nickolai followed. It was a shooting range. Nickolai never came down to these things, he didn’t need to. The computers would calculate his aim better then the best marksman in the world could. Did Yosef have a new weapon to show him? Yosef took out a Grach pistol. This was nothing new. Nickolai was really interested now. Without explanation, Yosef shot at the target. As the bullet hit the wood, it flashed brightly, and right after, all inside a 32 cm radius was vaporized. Only a stump was left of the target. Nickolai whistled. “The plans for this were sent here along with a message for you. We have only just begun to tap the power provided here and the readouts are immense. The message was signed Siren.” "If you receive this transmission, I'm around here in America. I heard you were here originally, and it seems these strange happenings are getting the attention of characters who are quite..powerful. I know this normally is not the stuff you get involved into, but I could use some backup if you have the time. Sending coordinates to my location." “I have already arranged things with Yuriy. You will enter the city via air insertion; a Su-47 will be waiting for you outside. We have loaded you with plasma ammo, your goal is to field test it. I don’t care where, I don’t care how. I only care how well it shoots and whether it works as intended.” Nickolai did not ask questions. This was possibly the best Vacation Nickolai could ask for. Aerial insertion into a mission where his objective would be to shoot shit with experimental weaponry? I’ll have to get Yosef a bottle of something good when I get back. Edited by MikeV37, Feb 20 2009, 11:53 PM.
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| King of Solomon | Mar 2 2009, 12:19 AM Post #5 |
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The Wild Card
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As Zachary stared at the proceedings, he couldn't really find the motivation to do much but raise his right eyebrow. This was certainly a unique situation, but at the same time, Zachary had dealt with worse. Hell, moments prior he had killed a veritable swarm of zombies; before that, he killed a fucking macabre. A few monsters with wicked katana weren't really all that big of a deal to him, as far as that was concerned. Still, it was the supernatural, and the Enclave soldier seemed to want his help. ""Hey, you're obviously a tough guy, right? So, do I have to Fighter-Doken you into battle or what? These assholes are gonna turn us into Chicken Tika, otherwise." The soldier had said to him, before returning to combat with a shout. Realistically speaking, that was all that was necessary to draw Zachary into the battle. However, Zachary is a professional; he had to get the business aspect out of the way.... ...And what a way did he choose. He walked behind the soldier and said, in a no-nonsense tone, "Fine. You want me to fight these guys, you get to pay my fee. Given the severity of the situation, and the fact that I'm here more to help you out, I'll give you a discount. I'll help you kill these guys, but for each one I kill, you give me a solid grand. For every hour I fight- not that I expect this to take even a full hour- you give me five hundred. This is not negotiable." With that said, Zachary sprung into action. He drew his own blade and leaped into the air, becoming a human fireball nigh-instantaneously. Using the power taken from the macabre, Zachary leaped again in mid-air, this time blazing down into one of the monsters. His blade flashed at one of the monsters, searing with heat; if it met just about anything made out of earthly compounds, there was no doubt in his mind that it would cleave right through, like a hot knife through butter. |
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| Death | Mar 2 2009, 06:02 PM Post #6 |
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Dont fear the reaper.
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Zas continued his acrobatic kick deamon ass moves when suddenly his stomach (or what passed for it) suddenly started throbing in pain. Zas ignored it as he was currently fighting several hundred deamons. However when Zas landed on the hotel and he took a look at the sky and saw some thing with a giant horn crotch descend from the sky. Zas upon seeing the horn crotch immidietely vomited onto the building. Zas looked to see that his puke contained a mini macabre that by the look of it was trying to eat him from the inside. "Ugh damn things don't want to OH MUGLUK" Zas said just as the explosion went off from the massive lightningbolt. Zas was thrown several floors down and blacked out in mid air just as the group teleport teleported him and the rest of the group.
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| S. Puma | Mar 12 2009, 10:49 PM Post #7 |
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HOME DEPOT MAN!!!
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(OC) Assume my character continued to shoot people from the chandeleer, and that my light side was outside until all armegeddon fell upon the hotel and now they've been teleported and all the events therafter. (IC) "Okay, I will say this once, FUCKERY! What the hell, and where are we? Why did this dude go friggin AWOL? And why don't I have my grappeling gun?" Gemini had a set of grappeling claws, they would be in place of the gun now. "Listen, cool it, things are nuts, you expected that. They'll get nuttier." "Excellent, I kill people." "No you won't." "Yes I will." "You have no concience." "You have no balls." "Funny, I have as many balls as you, and I don't think you want to think yourself as nudered." "....." Gemini's dark side then somehow sent a wave at his light, knockign him off his feet. "Where'd you learn that?" "Just now." "How?" "Dunno, but no one can stop me now! HA!" "Ah, bro hug!" "I thought you see it my..... wait, hold on! NO!" Gem was one again "Damnit..... I will get you." |
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| FalloutJack | Apr 2 2009, 12:47 PM Post #8 |
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Awesome to the Badass to the Chaotic Mastermind.
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OOC: Ugh, fucking FINALLY... Can't believe I waited this long. I don't ever wanna do that again. You people had better start posting, 'cause at this point I'm getting tired of waiting and waiting. And for Gazuga's sake, someone TELL ME when everyone HAS posted or when something needs my attention specifically. Now then... IC>>>>> The Snafu Show, Starring Me!>>>>> This world is corrupt... It has the funk and filth of darkness inundating it in oppressive monstrous evil. Just look at it... Demons, undead, killer robots, evil spirits, murderous rampages, horrifying mutants... It was about enough for a man to go absolutely, stark-raving crazy... So, when the bird nearby starting singing a fully-choreographed theme from The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson in STEREO, even someone as stoic as Azura had to facepalm. This shit was just getting a little bit weird now. Because of this, he almost didn't notice Kranford talking about the railyard and heavy gear. "What? Oh, I see." He was also a bit absorbed in the fact that some of their party had decided to get the fuck out of here. As an unofficial commander-type in this group, he was doing a rather poor job keeping the ranks in line. Perhaps Kransford could... Hmmm. Why not? A hitman was never necessarily a leader anyway. Azura decided to make that part official for now, walking up to the man. "It occurs to me that I'm not exactly doing the best in keeping things organized, so at the moment Kranford, why don't you take charge of this, since this is your equipment and ammo we're talking about. We may need armaments, much as I'm loathe to actually use guns myself. You have at least some experience in leading others long-term I gather. So, lead us through this railyard of yours." More on this later, folks. Heh heh heh heh heh... For the moment, though Azura just had there was something off around here, more off than that bird... He could sense it. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Curious Tale Of Siren And Nickolai>>>>> Yeah, unbeknownst to the current group with Azura and Kranford, they were all being watched...by an advanced android which had been around here a while. She had sent that message to Nickolai, because they were apparently acquainted. But how? Well, that would be revealed soon enough. But let us first point out that Siren's systems would have to be rather strong to fool the various creatures roaming around the place as of now. Think on THAT for a while. What kind of android was she? In the meantime, let's get down to Nickolai's aerial insertion. Following the confirmation of having received the information, they had given him time enough to gather his equipment and then BOOM, they sent him along. The plane was moving at very high speeds, and was being piloted by one of their top agents. Why? Well, the man had this to say over the intercom to the back of the big craft where Nick was told to wait. "Welcome to Air Radanov. I am your host and watcher, Demetri. Orders from the top say I have to keep an eye on you during your 'weapons testing' operation. Nevertheless, we will be over the target in ten minutes. Be prepared to jump...or I push you out!" He laughed, but the man was quite serious about that. Demetri Radanov was suppose to be a myth, a false rumor. There's no way such an agent-assassin could exist, right? A man who killed a division with only hand-to-hand and his favored knife, Shallishaska? Then again, it would fit the profile if he too was going on this mission. Only someone like him could keep an eye on Nick while fending off the hordes of ugly. Well, at least he'd get there in one piece, then... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jack and Zach, Freelance Pol- People Who Kill Stuff!>>>>> "Fine. You want me to fight these guys, you get to pay my fee. Given the severity of the situation, and the fact that I'm here more to help you out, I'll give you a discount. I'll help you kill these guys, but for each one I kill, you give me a solid grand. For every hour I fight- not that I expect this to take even a full hour- you give me five hundred. This is not negotiable." "Fine, sure, whatever. Hi, I'm Jack. FalloutJack. Don't ask. It's a secret organization thing." He was being rather casual about things. He didn't have the heart to tell the man that he got paid in Nuka-Cola caps, which the U.S. was secretly planning to replace the current monetary system with. Oh well... In any case, Zachary Zephyr was on the job! It's too bad he kinda' didn't consider the severity of the situation. Monsters? No no no... Androids. Well, okay. Monstrous androids. Anyway, he found himself attacking them, using the searing heat of his sword and the fire aura of his body while Jack apparently kept going Rambo on the ones trying to blast them to death. Zach's sword met armor and did SOME of the cutting through, but not all. Yeah, you may have wicked flight and jumping powers and a fiery cut-through-lotsa-shit sword, but that doesn't make you a Jedi, yo. Armor has resistance still, though these ones didn't appear to be completely indestructible. In fact, he was still damaging them. It's just that they swung back with tesla-charged swords and whirling claw-hands. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And Now, An Interlude Via Enclave>>>>> ((Run Rabbit Junk)) The Enclave is a secret organization of totally anonymous members who do not even know who the other members actually ARE. However, there are instances where certain members may achieve a special rank status of having to withstand a great deal of hardship, being titled as one who lives through the bomb and the fallout. The Fallout members were, therefore, allowed to keep their first names as in recognition of their talent. So saying, onesuch member was Jack. Another was currently flying over the city, fighting with a Parasite Dragon. Such draconic beasts gain powers and different forms by whatever they consume, hideous dark dragons otherwise. This one had consumed a few of Yazgrathe's demon soldiers, and so it was dark and gaunt and very angry. And his opponent? "FAAAALLOOOUUUTBOB!!!!!" An Enclave member with a Beowulf complex. FalloutBob was a man who created more havoc just to be sure that he'd enjoy himself. He has a very definite thing about combat. If you're ONLY shooting at him, you're insulting him. With unnatural endurance and resolve, he's one of the more dangerous members around. Currently, he was flying in an Enclave stinger machine, a helicopter that was part jigibachi (from Ghost in the Shell) and part freaking Warhawk (from Twisted Metal Black), a large partial-mechanoid machine with jet engines, robotic arms, a scorpion tail, and more guns than should be considered sane. Jack had one of these too, just not on him right now. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And Now, Scenic Railyard>>>>> Whatever the situation or the layout was at the railyard, there was something VEEERY important to mind while there. You see, in the middle of the place, lying on its belly, was a large monster-thing. Let's get down to brass tacks. This thing is huge, like...Godzilla quality. Dear fucking lord, it was big. The damn thing appeared to be a red-haired ape-like creature, snoring, with three eyes and wings. It was like something out of The Wizard of Oz gone terribly WRONG. This blackish-red thing had hands big enough to crush a man to paste, and there it was, snoozing. This was Great Gazuga, a monster from beyond this realm and anything sane in life. His muscles are too muscular and his fat too fat. Wise man say: Wake not the sleeping beast. OOC: Mwa ha ha ha ha ha haaa... GYAH HA HA HA HAAA!!! |
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| King of Solomon | Apr 2 2009, 02:22 PM Post #9 |
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The Wild Card
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Zachary winced when he saw the weapons heading his way, built up a fireball in his hand and exploded it instantly. It wasn't much, just a wee bit of force and a veritable fuckton of heat, but Zachary didn't need a meganuke. He needed a distraction, maybe something to repel a few of the arms coming his way while he slapped a few more of them away with his blade. "So, hellfire's good, melts armor, but doesn't do it enough. Fine then. Let's change the rules a bit," Zachary mumbled, then switched up his battle plan: no more attempting to cleave through huge chunks of armor; necks and hands are gold, and if he must go for the torso proper, stabbing good. "Right. Let's try this again, shall we?" Zachary mocked, sidestepping a swipe and attempting to slash the attacker's arm off. If nothing else, it should make this shit more interesting. |
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| MikeV37 | Apr 13 2009, 11:42 PM Post #10 |
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Radanov… The man who was a mystery. Some said he wasn’t real. Then again, some said, Nickolai wasn’t real. Nickolai smiled. Well, he would get there in one piece, he was sure of that. They passed into the American continent. The U.S. Air forces weren’t prepared to deal with airplanes moving faster than missiles, and then, among this chaos, an old Soviet jetfighter moving faster than any top of the line airplane wasn’t too hard to imagine. In any case, no resistance was met from entering the airspace to getting into Chicago. The cabin opened. For a human being, these pressures would have crushed them, then blown them away. Nickolai was fine. “Let’s see if Siren comes through” He let go of the plane. |
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| Myrrah | Apr 29 2009, 01:47 AM Post #11 |
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Eldritch Spawn of Atlach Nacha
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(Siren had been in flight for a while now, ever since she contacted Nickolai, by now tho, she would have been onroute to the dropoff location, and proceeded at full burn. Upon reaching the area she noticed the plane leaving, and she was confused..until she saw him, she shot downwards and attempted to catch him, before going) "Are you nuts?! You never told me you'd leap off the plane!." (OOC: Sorry for the small post mike. My head hurts today. I just thought I'd get this done because I should have done it a long while ago) |
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| Death | Jun 29 2009, 03:20 PM Post #12 |
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Dont fear the reaper.
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Zas continued to lay where he had landed due to being unconconscious. OOC: Yeah I got nothing. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Sep 19 2009, 08:51 PM Post #13 |
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The Count
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-Kranford- The assassin led the group through the twisted ground that was Chicago until they were outside the rail yard. It was right around then that a stench millions of times worse than the filthiest port-a-potties could have ever been. Enabling the holo-imaging on his wrist-comp, he saw what looked like a tremendous three-eyed gorilla fast asleep in the middle of the rail yard. "Now I've seen everything," thought Kranford to himself as he switched on the filter function of the gill mask. Even with the gill mask working, there was still a trace amount of the stench in the air. Another zone showed on the holo-image, which was a giant green circle. It meant that anything that got within that circle would start corroding from the gas this monstrosity was releasing, the effects of which were readily apparent. Blast craters pockmarked the ground, and several crumpled and corroded box cars stood as testament to the power of the flatulent conquests of their source. Fortunately Kranford's compass took them far far away from Gazuga, over to the other side of the rail yard, until they came to a group of boxcars at a siding. After knocking on the door of one, it slid open, showing the face of Whistlin' Pete, the head of Basement R&D, who promptly motioned Kranford inside. Several minutes later, he came out, his force thrower gone, replaced by what looked like a desert-eagle sized version. Strapped to his back was a weapon that looked like someone took a bullgut rocket launcher from Shogo and miniaturized the thing. He also bore a new .223 pistol, with a foregrip, collapsible stock, a laser sight, scope, and triple-capacity magazine (30 rounds). Whisper and Sukavich did the same, coming out with the same new energy pistol. "Well now I have my gear. Now we need to try to find anyone else who received Guido's message. The list brings up one Zachary Zephyr, so we'd better start going. I don't care where it takes us as long as it's away from that... thing." said Kranford, pointing in Gazuga's direction as he did so. His computer had already gotten a fix on the GPS in Zach's phone, giving directions that took them around the danger zone and away from the titanic mass of muscle, lard, and methane that was Gazuga. Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Sep 21 2009, 09:11 PM.
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