11th Nintendoland Battlefield Tournament: 1st Round Battles
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Erdawn Il Deus
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Yo Cam, I'll take first post lest you have something planned, but talk to me tonight on AIM or som'n.
<i>\"We know how to sing but we don\'t know how to handle money or women. Do-wap, do do wop.\"</i>
-The Runaway Five
<i>Rx Prozach</i>: Toronto is one sucky Toronto. :P I can\'t imagine smoking enough pot to find a shoe museum interes
-The Runaway Five
<i>Rx Prozach</i>: Toronto is one sucky Toronto. :P I can\'t imagine smoking enough pot to find a shoe museum interes
A crack in the plateau, maybe two metres wide, and four metres long. A saltbush on either side of the crack, one flowering, one not.
That was the only description anyone ever knew - of the location at least. The contents of the crevice were another matter entirely. There were many tales about what lay down there at the bottom. They all agree, however, how your journey would start...
As you crawled down the crack, clutching your torch, or perhaps using your personal imp for lighting, you would notice the crevice getting smaller as the descent went on. Soon you would not even need to grasp the cracks in the wall to stay in one place - merely pushing yourself backwards would lock yourself onto the opposite wall and friction would do the rest. Yet it would get even tighter, so that you would eventually be squirming through the crack with your head turned 90 degrees and ears cut by the rough walls. Just as soon as you would abandon your quest, merely due to the generous portion of pudding you had for breakfast, your feet would feel the crevice open up below you.
Emboldened by the turn for the better, you would quicken your pace, wriggling down until friction on your body supports you no longer and you drop to the floor. Your feet would hit the smooth, inclined floor. You would probably slip and fall down on your rear, one hand hitting the hard floor, the other splashing down into the small silent stream that runs beside you. You might feel something wrong about the stream, and withdraw your hand quickly. Or your imp, if you had one, might screech in pain after having droplets sprayed on it. You would shake your head and gather yourself up, and move forward into the natural rock corridor.
Beyond that point, of course, the stories diverge. Some tell of strange insects that have lost their eyes from being in the dark all their lives, so they use the sockets to hold their meals temporarily. Other stories tell of a civilisation of creatures that lived there long ago. They prospered until a disease spread and wiped them out, leaving nothing but infectious bone fragments and strange carvings on the walls of the cave. Still others tell of huge cliffs, bottomless ravines, and further tiny passages, such that you would need to be both a giant and a dwarf in order to be able to pass them all.
Like all road tales, all of these are based on pieces of the whole truth. There are many strange and wonderous things in the caves below the crevice, but one is known above all. Deep within the cave system, past many cliffs and ravines, and through many twisted, diverging passageways, there is a great cavern, as large as several houses. On the far side of that cavern is another cave, built into the far wall. What is so unusual about this cave is that even if you extinguished your torch, cancelled your aura, and killed your imp on the spot, you would still be able to see the cave. For this cave glowed from within, its multicolored light spilling out and illuminating its parent cavern.
Within this unnaturally lit cave-within-a-cave, there is said to be treasure on a scale never seen before. Enough gold to buy any woman or man for yourself, enough silver to take any land or object into your possession. This is nothing, however, compared to what else is inside - power itself. Enough power to rule over the whole land, to smite or save as you see fit. All this would go to who finds the cave, and defeats the guardian inside...
As you walk towards it, you would see the reason for the color - crystals like nothing else cover the cave walls, diffracting and filtering the light into a ethereal rainbow of iridescent hues. Yet the reason for the light in the first place would still be a mystery, its source hidden deep in the cave. You would see that the crystals form rows of sharp stalactites and stalagmites along the entrance, curving backwards into the cave. To many, it appears unnervingly like a mouth...
<OOC> I really wanted to use "butte" instead of "plateau", but then I read the clause as a whole. :o
So, Inferno, ready to go spelunking? Step right into the cave
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(KARGATH HAS FUTURE TENSE OVERLOAD *asplode*)</OOC>
That was the only description anyone ever knew - of the location at least. The contents of the crevice were another matter entirely. There were many tales about what lay down there at the bottom. They all agree, however, how your journey would start...
As you crawled down the crack, clutching your torch, or perhaps using your personal imp for lighting, you would notice the crevice getting smaller as the descent went on. Soon you would not even need to grasp the cracks in the wall to stay in one place - merely pushing yourself backwards would lock yourself onto the opposite wall and friction would do the rest. Yet it would get even tighter, so that you would eventually be squirming through the crack with your head turned 90 degrees and ears cut by the rough walls. Just as soon as you would abandon your quest, merely due to the generous portion of pudding you had for breakfast, your feet would feel the crevice open up below you.
Emboldened by the turn for the better, you would quicken your pace, wriggling down until friction on your body supports you no longer and you drop to the floor. Your feet would hit the smooth, inclined floor. You would probably slip and fall down on your rear, one hand hitting the hard floor, the other splashing down into the small silent stream that runs beside you. You might feel something wrong about the stream, and withdraw your hand quickly. Or your imp, if you had one, might screech in pain after having droplets sprayed on it. You would shake your head and gather yourself up, and move forward into the natural rock corridor.
Beyond that point, of course, the stories diverge. Some tell of strange insects that have lost their eyes from being in the dark all their lives, so they use the sockets to hold their meals temporarily. Other stories tell of a civilisation of creatures that lived there long ago. They prospered until a disease spread and wiped them out, leaving nothing but infectious bone fragments and strange carvings on the walls of the cave. Still others tell of huge cliffs, bottomless ravines, and further tiny passages, such that you would need to be both a giant and a dwarf in order to be able to pass them all.
Like all road tales, all of these are based on pieces of the whole truth. There are many strange and wonderous things in the caves below the crevice, but one is known above all. Deep within the cave system, past many cliffs and ravines, and through many twisted, diverging passageways, there is a great cavern, as large as several houses. On the far side of that cavern is another cave, built into the far wall. What is so unusual about this cave is that even if you extinguished your torch, cancelled your aura, and killed your imp on the spot, you would still be able to see the cave. For this cave glowed from within, its multicolored light spilling out and illuminating its parent cavern.
Within this unnaturally lit cave-within-a-cave, there is said to be treasure on a scale never seen before. Enough gold to buy any woman or man for yourself, enough silver to take any land or object into your possession. This is nothing, however, compared to what else is inside - power itself. Enough power to rule over the whole land, to smite or save as you see fit. All this would go to who finds the cave, and defeats the guardian inside...
As you walk towards it, you would see the reason for the color - crystals like nothing else cover the cave walls, diffracting and filtering the light into a ethereal rainbow of iridescent hues. Yet the reason for the light in the first place would still be a mystery, its source hidden deep in the cave. You would see that the crystals form rows of sharp stalactites and stalagmites along the entrance, curving backwards into the cave. To many, it appears unnervingly like a mouth...
<OOC> I really wanted to use "butte" instead of "plateau", but then I read the clause as a whole. :o
So, Inferno, ready to go spelunking? Step right into the cave
...(KARGATH HAS FUTURE TENSE OVERLOAD *asplode*)</OOC>
Why is it drug addicts and computer afficionados are both called users?
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deathscythe
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The beast knew what was going on, the Metal Man was under thinking his attack. The Horror could tell. As the crystal hammer approached him, the beast knew the legs was not his real target, he was smarter than that. Of course the Metal Man would be going for his hammer, it was the only weapon that the metal man thought he had.
Jumping back the horror, pulled a pack from his shirt pocket with the hand not holding the hammer as fast as possible. He than thrust it into the ground, and the pack broke open and small seeds fell out. The metal man was an inch away from his hand when a small root burst out from the seed, and through the hand of the Metal Man, the seed grew fast, rapping itself around the Man.
Up the legs, around the body, and around the arms, and all the way wrapping around his neck. The roots were growing thicker as well. The silver hammer was dropped because of the vicious roots consent. "You learn a lot in the wild, but most of all.... you gain a lot too" said the beat. laughing as well. The horror was bit more than most people would expect. He hated people because of what they had done to him.
By time the Horror had stopped talking the roots were inches thick. It was a long green root now. It had stretched to the ceiling of the cavern. But than, there was no man to see, only his feet touching the ground, the root started lifting the metal man off the ground, until he was fifty feet in the air.
Once again the horror readied his bloody hammer. Than the roots disintegrated all around him. The man fell fifty feet to the ground to meet only a large hammer to the back. Than to fall to the water making a large splash, and the beast jumped into the water as well. The beast laughed.
Jumping back the horror, pulled a pack from his shirt pocket with the hand not holding the hammer as fast as possible. He than thrust it into the ground, and the pack broke open and small seeds fell out. The metal man was an inch away from his hand when a small root burst out from the seed, and through the hand of the Metal Man, the seed grew fast, rapping itself around the Man.
Up the legs, around the body, and around the arms, and all the way wrapping around his neck. The roots were growing thicker as well. The silver hammer was dropped because of the vicious roots consent. "You learn a lot in the wild, but most of all.... you gain a lot too" said the beat. laughing as well. The horror was bit more than most people would expect. He hated people because of what they had done to him.
By time the Horror had stopped talking the roots were inches thick. It was a long green root now. It had stretched to the ceiling of the cavern. But than, there was no man to see, only his feet touching the ground, the root started lifting the metal man off the ground, until he was fifty feet in the air.
Once again the horror readied his bloody hammer. Than the roots disintegrated all around him. The man fell fifty feet to the ground to meet only a large hammer to the back. Than to fall to the water making a large splash, and the beast jumped into the water as well. The beast laughed.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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Erdawn Il Deus
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OoC: **** it.
He lifted the mushroom to his lips in a huge hand gloved in filthy white rubber, closing his teeth and tearing the head from the plump stalk with a single jerk of his meaty, veined neck, and tossing the garbage away to the serrated weeds and rocks down below. His jaws worked like a machine, grinding and mashing and spitting until the fat red fungi had been moistly obliterated and sucked down his gullet. He paused for a moment, eyes twinkling darkly, and picked up another, casually performing the ritual again, and again, as whatever sun this dark land had receded from the skyline and left the shadows of its wake to grow fat and sedentary between the blasted peaks of a surreal cloudscape.
He was an immense man. There's scarce another way to put it. His shoulders hunched widely from a broad back like the brooding of stone tors, leaving way for a rocky chest and two sloping arms curved forward apelike into his lap save for the minute series of movement towards the pile of fat, bulbousy mushrooms stood unsteadily at his right hip. His frame was hard, large with muscle more than with fat but sheathed anyway in a prominent belly that spilled like menacing dough over monstrous thighs. He was wearing a tattered pair of bib overalls so discoloured by time and mud and sweat and dirt they had become a rust-tint without colour, scarecly washed, broken up and down by fat cargo pokets and looped with a heavy duty utility belt that spoke of a workman's craft. His shirt was also red, dark enough to be brown, dark again with sweat and soil and its sleeves rolled up to reveal meaty, hairy forearms tanned and corded with muscle.
He slouched lazily like a large red toad atop a broken-up wall of loose, neatly stacked and unmortared bricks crusted with dirt and the hanging fingers of raw roots. To his left the brick became luminous and golden in colour, almost metallic, an brilliant cube with an ethereal 8-bit interrogation mark boldly prominent from its face in three dimensions. This wall floated something like fifty feet above solid ground, as much a part of the sky as it seemed a mere extension of the earth. Its edge erupted with roots, so that the brick was cracked and crumbled in places, creeper vines looping in circlets from its shattered entrails, leafy ferns blossoming upwards into a coiling dragon of a vine that rose and twisted and hooked upwards into the dim clouds like an upthrust, feathered claw. The fibre was juic with noisome rot, broken open in places like burst sores, alive with nests of writhing, swarming, creeping insect life that chewed and thrived and squabbled over the dead thing's trunk.
He popped another mushroom in his mouth. Chomp, chomp. The motioning of his muscles ticked his heavy and crooked black moustache upwards like the bushy minute and second hands of a clock-face. His face sloughed, rough with unshaved beard bristles. He popped another mushroom into his mouth. Chomp, chomp.
Before him stretched a vaste and strange wasteland of a world. Bushes huddled meakly against dark earth in the shadows of massive, teeming drainage pipes which stood with their dark and vine-ridden maws turned up to the sky, flaked with rust and corrosion. From these mouthed the dumb jaws of carnivorous plant-life, wet with drool and needly teeth, alive like the frenzied chewing of pirannah fish. Whatever fell into their cold steel nests would fall into those jaws, and then into a hundred more and be rent apart. Farther in the distance rose lonely, pointless flagpoles, waving in the breeze dumbly, sadly, and farther even were the faint suggestions of castle battlements. More brick walls hovered here and there, gleaming with those golden block cubes. Atop them glimmered large dubloon coins, too large and luminous to be real, rotating and shining with a kind of clockwork precision.
This was his world. He was its king. It brought a wide grin to his face. He straightened a floppy plumber's cap. On its crown was a great big "m". His name was Mario. He was Super Mario. He popped another mushroom into his mouth. Chomp, chomp. This was his Mushroom Kingdom.
In the sky, dark clouds, swirling and piling against each other, broken by the bizzarre, crooked towers of beanstalks. There was the percussion of thunder. No lightning yet. But it meant something was coming.
Mario paused in half-chew. Something coming to his kingdom.
All around him, the drainage warp-pipes and beanstalks and doorways between universes.
He lifted the mushroom to his lips in a huge hand gloved in filthy white rubber, closing his teeth and tearing the head from the plump stalk with a single jerk of his meaty, veined neck, and tossing the garbage away to the serrated weeds and rocks down below. His jaws worked like a machine, grinding and mashing and spitting until the fat red fungi had been moistly obliterated and sucked down his gullet. He paused for a moment, eyes twinkling darkly, and picked up another, casually performing the ritual again, and again, as whatever sun this dark land had receded from the skyline and left the shadows of its wake to grow fat and sedentary between the blasted peaks of a surreal cloudscape.
He was an immense man. There's scarce another way to put it. His shoulders hunched widely from a broad back like the brooding of stone tors, leaving way for a rocky chest and two sloping arms curved forward apelike into his lap save for the minute series of movement towards the pile of fat, bulbousy mushrooms stood unsteadily at his right hip. His frame was hard, large with muscle more than with fat but sheathed anyway in a prominent belly that spilled like menacing dough over monstrous thighs. He was wearing a tattered pair of bib overalls so discoloured by time and mud and sweat and dirt they had become a rust-tint without colour, scarecly washed, broken up and down by fat cargo pokets and looped with a heavy duty utility belt that spoke of a workman's craft. His shirt was also red, dark enough to be brown, dark again with sweat and soil and its sleeves rolled up to reveal meaty, hairy forearms tanned and corded with muscle.
He slouched lazily like a large red toad atop a broken-up wall of loose, neatly stacked and unmortared bricks crusted with dirt and the hanging fingers of raw roots. To his left the brick became luminous and golden in colour, almost metallic, an brilliant cube with an ethereal 8-bit interrogation mark boldly prominent from its face in three dimensions. This wall floated something like fifty feet above solid ground, as much a part of the sky as it seemed a mere extension of the earth. Its edge erupted with roots, so that the brick was cracked and crumbled in places, creeper vines looping in circlets from its shattered entrails, leafy ferns blossoming upwards into a coiling dragon of a vine that rose and twisted and hooked upwards into the dim clouds like an upthrust, feathered claw. The fibre was juic with noisome rot, broken open in places like burst sores, alive with nests of writhing, swarming, creeping insect life that chewed and thrived and squabbled over the dead thing's trunk.
He popped another mushroom in his mouth. Chomp, chomp. The motioning of his muscles ticked his heavy and crooked black moustache upwards like the bushy minute and second hands of a clock-face. His face sloughed, rough with unshaved beard bristles. He popped another mushroom into his mouth. Chomp, chomp.
Before him stretched a vaste and strange wasteland of a world. Bushes huddled meakly against dark earth in the shadows of massive, teeming drainage pipes which stood with their dark and vine-ridden maws turned up to the sky, flaked with rust and corrosion. From these mouthed the dumb jaws of carnivorous plant-life, wet with drool and needly teeth, alive like the frenzied chewing of pirannah fish. Whatever fell into their cold steel nests would fall into those jaws, and then into a hundred more and be rent apart. Farther in the distance rose lonely, pointless flagpoles, waving in the breeze dumbly, sadly, and farther even were the faint suggestions of castle battlements. More brick walls hovered here and there, gleaming with those golden block cubes. Atop them glimmered large dubloon coins, too large and luminous to be real, rotating and shining with a kind of clockwork precision.
This was his world. He was its king. It brought a wide grin to his face. He straightened a floppy plumber's cap. On its crown was a great big "m". His name was Mario. He was Super Mario. He popped another mushroom into his mouth. Chomp, chomp. This was his Mushroom Kingdom.
In the sky, dark clouds, swirling and piling against each other, broken by the bizzarre, crooked towers of beanstalks. There was the percussion of thunder. No lightning yet. But it meant something was coming.
Mario paused in half-chew. Something coming to his kingdom.
All around him, the drainage warp-pipes and beanstalks and doorways between universes.
<i>\"We know how to sing but we don\'t know how to handle money or women. Do-wap, do do wop.\"</i>
-The Runaway Five
<i>Rx Prozach</i>: Toronto is one sucky Toronto. :P I can\'t imagine smoking enough pot to find a shoe museum interes
-The Runaway Five
<i>Rx Prozach</i>: Toronto is one sucky Toronto. :P I can\'t imagine smoking enough pot to find a shoe museum interes
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Indeed, he was falling. And it was obvious he had dropped the hammer from being squeezed. His suit beeped at him as he fell, however, and he decided to alter things a bit first. Seeing as he was falling from a high height, weighed a lot, and the Horror was right below him, he decided to take advantage of the higher ground. He wordlessly changed stance mid-air to meet the ground... but more importantly, he moved his body so as to fall towards the Horror rather than to its side. For its hammerstrike to hit as planned, it'd have to move too... but the man was already at his terminal velocity, and sort of a blur mid-air.
Whatever the outcome, he fell at the beast feet-first; if the hammer managed to hit him, it'd knock him aside, but perhaps not as much as anticipated. If he stomped the beast, it'd hurt horribly. But not as much as he was about to do.
"You seem to like throwing people. But have you experienced the power of technology?"
A silly question. Metal Man didn't give the beast time to respond as he flicked open his shoulders and fired two heat-seeking missiles directly at the Horror. The recoil shoved him into the water; whether or not it was deep enough didn't matter, his weight caused him to sink under entirely and vanish. The Beast wouldn't be able to find him for a moment; then, of course, more bad things happened.
It all started with the ground near the Horror cracking. First a few hairline cracks... then a big hole... then suddenly all the ground around it would begin spinning and sinking. The source was revealed quickly; some sort of device Metal Man had implanted in the ground. It also looked somewhat like Metal Man; how odd.
The real one didn't pick such a prone spot, though. He burst through a pile of rock off to the side and took out a long rifle and sniped at the horror three times, then went back underground and popped up at another space randomly to the side and fired three more; he then did this one more time. Depending on the Horror's speed, he might or might not be able to play whack-a-mole, or perhaps he'd be trapped in the pit. Either way, Metal Man would burst out of the ground piecemeal in a massive explosion that flew rocks everywhere, including at the Horror, and then he turned to face it.
"Tired yet?"
He made an odd movement with his wrists and suddenly two spotlights appeared on them. He pointed both at the Beast's eyes while summoning two more homing missiles to fire at him. He was gonna blind this thing if possible; of course, if it didn't see by light, he'd only succeed in opening himself up to another attack. The man didn't care too much, though--his side-panel flickered a bit. He hit it for a moment, giving the beast an opening...
But would it truly be useful to the Beast?
Whatever the outcome, he fell at the beast feet-first; if the hammer managed to hit him, it'd knock him aside, but perhaps not as much as anticipated. If he stomped the beast, it'd hurt horribly. But not as much as he was about to do.
"You seem to like throwing people. But have you experienced the power of technology?"
A silly question. Metal Man didn't give the beast time to respond as he flicked open his shoulders and fired two heat-seeking missiles directly at the Horror. The recoil shoved him into the water; whether or not it was deep enough didn't matter, his weight caused him to sink under entirely and vanish. The Beast wouldn't be able to find him for a moment; then, of course, more bad things happened.
It all started with the ground near the Horror cracking. First a few hairline cracks... then a big hole... then suddenly all the ground around it would begin spinning and sinking. The source was revealed quickly; some sort of device Metal Man had implanted in the ground. It also looked somewhat like Metal Man; how odd.
The real one didn't pick such a prone spot, though. He burst through a pile of rock off to the side and took out a long rifle and sniped at the horror three times, then went back underground and popped up at another space randomly to the side and fired three more; he then did this one more time. Depending on the Horror's speed, he might or might not be able to play whack-a-mole, or perhaps he'd be trapped in the pit. Either way, Metal Man would burst out of the ground piecemeal in a massive explosion that flew rocks everywhere, including at the Horror, and then he turned to face it.
"Tired yet?"
He made an odd movement with his wrists and suddenly two spotlights appeared on them. He pointed both at the Beast's eyes while summoning two more homing missiles to fire at him. He was gonna blind this thing if possible; of course, if it didn't see by light, he'd only succeed in opening himself up to another attack. The man didn't care too much, though--his side-panel flickered a bit. He hit it for a moment, giving the beast an opening...
But would it truly be useful to the Beast?
Super Smash Quest: Fighting evil since 2002.
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Scripture
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Of course, Damian thought, it’s never, ever so easy. Of course.
Damian fumbled in his pants-pocket, and after slipping his fingers into brassy loops, closed the gap between himself and Sir James Siepel in a step, so fast that he didn’t have time to turn around as Damian swung wide in a haymaker driven by the shoulders and hips, pronged with brass knuckles so that when it mashed into his jaw it sent terrible sensations down his neck and into his skull, along with knocking him off balance and clear away from the ruined roof of Damian’s car.
“You’re all the same, Jesus,” Damian said. “I kill someone you love or whatever, and then ya skip the mourning period and go right to blame. For your emotional problems,” Damien gestured, “a broken jaw.” Damian stepped up to the wobbly Sir James and, before he could get the colors out of his eyes in the morning sun, crushed his nose back into his skull. The brass knuckles came away bloodied, and Sir James looked as if he was a vampire, blood streaming down from his crooked lips.
Damian hit him again, this time in the mouth, and Sir James fell onto his back, choking on a mouthful of teeth and blood.
“Hey, look what I found in this old junker?” Damian said, walking back and reaching into the driver’s side window of his car, grabbing the sheathe that had rested on the passenger seat. “Poor workmanship on that roof, but look at this beauty. Pretty nice, ah?”
He tied it to his belt-loop through a string inlaid in the sheath, and then looked at Sir James, the new-age knight having risen moments ago. Damian eyed his briefcase in the backseat, and then settled on the gaze a few yards down the sidewalk.
Teeth littered the sidewalk in saliva-soaked pools of blood.
“So,” Damian said, putting a hand on his hip and looking the part of a drunken businessman, “why don’t you just go home? Save yourself the trouble – and I assure you, there will be trouble – and spend your life doing something worthwhile. Like, oh I don’t know, staying out of trouble and growing flowers?”
Damian tapped his foot.
“But that bit never works. Whatever, carry on.”
(OoC: Don’t have Damian draw his weapon just yet. I didn’t know what your lightweight armor looked like so I couldn’t do much. I have an image of a leather cuirass with plates about it, but that's just me.)
Damian fumbled in his pants-pocket, and after slipping his fingers into brassy loops, closed the gap between himself and Sir James Siepel in a step, so fast that he didn’t have time to turn around as Damian swung wide in a haymaker driven by the shoulders and hips, pronged with brass knuckles so that when it mashed into his jaw it sent terrible sensations down his neck and into his skull, along with knocking him off balance and clear away from the ruined roof of Damian’s car.
“You’re all the same, Jesus,” Damian said. “I kill someone you love or whatever, and then ya skip the mourning period and go right to blame. For your emotional problems,” Damien gestured, “a broken jaw.” Damian stepped up to the wobbly Sir James and, before he could get the colors out of his eyes in the morning sun, crushed his nose back into his skull. The brass knuckles came away bloodied, and Sir James looked as if he was a vampire, blood streaming down from his crooked lips.
Damian hit him again, this time in the mouth, and Sir James fell onto his back, choking on a mouthful of teeth and blood.
“Hey, look what I found in this old junker?” Damian said, walking back and reaching into the driver’s side window of his car, grabbing the sheathe that had rested on the passenger seat. “Poor workmanship on that roof, but look at this beauty. Pretty nice, ah?”
He tied it to his belt-loop through a string inlaid in the sheath, and then looked at Sir James, the new-age knight having risen moments ago. Damian eyed his briefcase in the backseat, and then settled on the gaze a few yards down the sidewalk.
Teeth littered the sidewalk in saliva-soaked pools of blood.
“So,” Damian said, putting a hand on his hip and looking the part of a drunken businessman, “why don’t you just go home? Save yourself the trouble – and I assure you, there will be trouble – and spend your life doing something worthwhile. Like, oh I don’t know, staying out of trouble and growing flowers?”
Damian tapped his foot.
“But that bit never works. Whatever, carry on.”
(OoC: Don’t have Damian draw his weapon just yet. I didn’t know what your lightweight armor looked like so I couldn’t do much. I have an image of a leather cuirass with plates about it, but that's just me.)
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No telescope could observe the comet's approach from the center of the galaxy, coated though it was in liquid silver. Minutes before its arrival, most heads raised skyward and watched its ominous descent as every radio went silent for a moment, like in the din of a tunnel, before transmitting Vevech's message.
"Mankind. You hear the voice of Vevech, the Doomsayer. Your planet will die today," it said. "As will everything on it. I decided this millennia ago, and there is nothing you can do to change my mind. Don't attempt to. I've destroyed millions of civilizations before yours, and millions more wait in ignorance. Simply resign yourself and understand that, though I lack the time to explain, it is for the greater good."
With fear in their eyes many people watched as the silver rocket crashed into the city. It struck a nondescript parking garage and the silver liquid burst like a fistful of rain showering the streets below. Tall buildings shook on the block with voices escaping in hysterical terror and the parking garage imploded upon impact. Dust burst out into the city, and in streams it ran in the silver liquid like mud before searing with the sound of raw meat and evaporating. Remote, there was the noise of many people fleeing without knowing where to go.
The silver liquid ran back toward the comet as the rubble began to settle. Buried, it hatched like a dinosaur egg and Vevech pulled itself free. Debris fell from about his shoulders like a mantle, the profit of the destruction he already caused, before the sun of our solar system grazed his scales.
Mako-70 stood up from the destroyed building and saw her Volkswagen Minibus wrecked, or another like it. Compared to her design, a lithe hourglass, Vevech was a hideous thing dredged from the sea's most wretched depths. Soft blue starlight glowed within its body, hiding where its elements joined, but to Mako this was the only trace of its presence; its design was an impossible object, visible only to sentient organisms at the cost of sanity. Vevech's conched turtleshell rose up his back fifteen feet and fell over its body like the twisting tail of a manticore, shading whatever lay within. The underbelly was scaled electric blue, unlike the blackened crags of the turtleshell; aft, his body became a fishtail with long tentacles, or antennae, spreading from the translucent fiber of its calmly wisping tail and spooling in the silver liquid beneath its body; at the fore Vevech has a statue of a tortured soul attached to its underbelly, like at the bow of a hellish ship. Though the sculptor put him in a position of torture, his face appeared to smile--made from snaggled fangs that grew over one another until a human face appeared.
"You must die as well," Vevech's voice echoed from within his shell. Nine more tentacles lashed out from within the shell, knocking Mako to the ground in two batters and pinning her there despite her struggle. Vevech swam forward in its pool moving with it until the liquid's edge began to just consume Mako's armored foot. The silver liquid eddied like a whirlpool, and though Mako could not see, gallons of it proceeded through his tentacles--not through veins, rippling beneath Vevech's skin with growing crests--as they wrapped around her and filled with silver liquid, crushing her gears.
From within its shell there was the sound of a yawn before the doomsayer's massive head finally reared into the daylight. It reached forward like a sea serpent from a long neck/spit, the horned skull of a dragon. With the mouth of a fish, hooked pincers ripping the corners as it spoke. "I do not know why but you would stop me if you could," Vevech said. The nine tentacles emerged from the doomsayer's face like the beard of a wise old king, and the electricity beginning to crackle inside, swollen with silver liquid, and build to a fatal charge. Jellyfish current.
"Mankind. You hear the voice of Vevech, the Doomsayer. Your planet will die today," it said. "As will everything on it. I decided this millennia ago, and there is nothing you can do to change my mind. Don't attempt to. I've destroyed millions of civilizations before yours, and millions more wait in ignorance. Simply resign yourself and understand that, though I lack the time to explain, it is for the greater good."
With fear in their eyes many people watched as the silver rocket crashed into the city. It struck a nondescript parking garage and the silver liquid burst like a fistful of rain showering the streets below. Tall buildings shook on the block with voices escaping in hysterical terror and the parking garage imploded upon impact. Dust burst out into the city, and in streams it ran in the silver liquid like mud before searing with the sound of raw meat and evaporating. Remote, there was the noise of many people fleeing without knowing where to go.
The silver liquid ran back toward the comet as the rubble began to settle. Buried, it hatched like a dinosaur egg and Vevech pulled itself free. Debris fell from about his shoulders like a mantle, the profit of the destruction he already caused, before the sun of our solar system grazed his scales.
Mako-70 stood up from the destroyed building and saw her Volkswagen Minibus wrecked, or another like it. Compared to her design, a lithe hourglass, Vevech was a hideous thing dredged from the sea's most wretched depths. Soft blue starlight glowed within its body, hiding where its elements joined, but to Mako this was the only trace of its presence; its design was an impossible object, visible only to sentient organisms at the cost of sanity. Vevech's conched turtleshell rose up his back fifteen feet and fell over its body like the twisting tail of a manticore, shading whatever lay within. The underbelly was scaled electric blue, unlike the blackened crags of the turtleshell; aft, his body became a fishtail with long tentacles, or antennae, spreading from the translucent fiber of its calmly wisping tail and spooling in the silver liquid beneath its body; at the fore Vevech has a statue of a tortured soul attached to its underbelly, like at the bow of a hellish ship. Though the sculptor put him in a position of torture, his face appeared to smile--made from snaggled fangs that grew over one another until a human face appeared.
"You must die as well," Vevech's voice echoed from within his shell. Nine more tentacles lashed out from within the shell, knocking Mako to the ground in two batters and pinning her there despite her struggle. Vevech swam forward in its pool moving with it until the liquid's edge began to just consume Mako's armored foot. The silver liquid eddied like a whirlpool, and though Mako could not see, gallons of it proceeded through his tentacles--not through veins, rippling beneath Vevech's skin with growing crests--as they wrapped around her and filled with silver liquid, crushing her gears.
From within its shell there was the sound of a yawn before the doomsayer's massive head finally reared into the daylight. It reached forward like a sea serpent from a long neck/spit, the horned skull of a dragon. With the mouth of a fish, hooked pincers ripping the corners as it spoke. "I do not know why but you would stop me if you could," Vevech said. The nine tentacles emerged from the doomsayer's face like the beard of a wise old king, and the electricity beginning to crackle inside, swollen with silver liquid, and build to a fatal charge. Jellyfish current.
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That's MAK(zero)(hyphen)(seventy), silly.
The giant gynoid had paused in her petting of the minibus to look up a bit when the small ones had all spoken the same. Blinking a few times, she looked around, but there was only the small ones here, and they weren't doing or saying anything else.
"o_o" She said, wondering what that all had been about.
Somewhere in the back of her... circuits? Notmind?... A number of programs were running. This was identified as an unexpected event, and a series of If-Then clauses ran. The process ran very simply, feeding MAK-zero-seventy's main AI the result.
Announcement: official?->no->Source: PA system?->no-> Problem.
Problem: source known?->no->Threat: Known?->no-> Bad.
So, MAK-zero-seventy knew that this was bad. Of course, that didn't mean she knew how to deal with it. Just that she had the need to be very alert and careful now.
"<_< o_o >_> o_o <_<" was as far as she got before the world was all movement and change and dark and dust.
Presently, though, this came to an end, as all things will. Blinking her huge circuit-inlaid silver eyes, she got up. A few moments looking around garnered the corpse of her favorite, the sturdy little minibus. The pungent smell of blood hung in the air, the poor little thing torn nearly in half by a fallen support beam. MAK-zero-seventy's eyes widened as she took in the scene, her pet's axles shattered, its face blown out by the protrusion of its brain in a single whole piece.
"O_O...... T_T" MAK said, though her eyes would not water up. That... that had been her VWM! She could remember the day he'd shown up, all bright and shiny with his funny leathery back. She could-
-cry out in surprise as something slammed into her, knocking her down. "X_x"
Looking up, she beheld something like a cross between a twisted nautiloid and an eternally-melting silver statue, though she hadn't that sort of term to express it in. The eyes of the huge gynoid widened as they uncrossed and she stared up at the thing. It said something, then, in the language of the next-to-smallest, the ones with the wierdly-shaped wheels that were never all on the ground. Something... to her? She didn't understand it. Why had her home been destroyed? Her pets, her friends, killed? What was this flowing around her foot, and why was it getting so hard to move....?
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Pressure: Dangerous?->Yes-> Relieve Pressure
ERROR: Pressure Exceeds Standard Activity Resistance Parameters
WARNING: Threat Rating: Positive?->Yes
Protected: Endangered?->No->Protected: Intact?->No->Protected: Destroyed?->Yes
WARNING: Terminal Threat To Charges: Positive?->Yes
WARNING: Termination Of Charges: Positive?->Yes
WARNING: Standard Activity Restrictors: Irrelevant?->Yes
WARNING: Termination Origination Identified.
Termination Origination: Human?->No->ELIMINATE
WARNING: Engaging Combat Mode.
NOTICE: Equipment Arrival Obstructed->Yes->Alternate Route: Engaged->Yes
NOTICE: Assault Equipment Arrival in 4:23:07
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The circuit-lines running through MAK0-70's irises lit up with activity, brightening to a golden sheen. This... this one had destroyed her home! Had attacked her! Had killed her pets and friends! Had... had torn open VWM..... She had to stop it! She wouldn't let it hurt anyone else, kill anyone else. It had to be stopped. Help would be here soon, until then she had to hold it off... even if it did have her in a crushing grip. Even if it wanted to.... no. No!
Vevech blinked oddly, films running briefly from front to back of its eyes, as there was a subtle shift in the slender form it was preparing to electrocute. Huge fingers dug into crumbled concrete, and white, perfect teeth ground together as the titan-gynoid glared up at the space monster with a startlingly pure determination.
">_<*" MAK-zero-seventy declared. A series of small rods protruded from the collarbone of her bodysuit, matched by another set ringing her left wrist.
ZORCH
Apparently, giant gynoids don't need to take as long to charge up as giant monsters do. Naturally, of course, things didn't exactly work out for the best for either party. The massive positive charges both had built up to try to conduct electricity attracted a negative charge in the sky, instead of each other. Thanks to the both trying the same thing, what struck was stronger than either could have produced alone, but diverted by reaching the both of them at once.
To put it more simply, lightning struck. MAK was grounded; the spacebeast was not. MAK was insulated; the spacebeast might have been if it had been prepared. So it should come as no large surprise that while Vevech had a small (relatively) charred spot on its face, near the bases of the tentacles, MAK bore no sign of electrocution.
She was hardly out of the woods yet, though. This huge, shelled thing-
It is worth noting here that simple artificial intelligences (Of which MAK was definitely one, if approached from the opposite direction than usual) don't have standard sanity. So she was able to percieve the space-being a lot better than she might otherwise have been. Not perfectly, but she was able to interperet its physical shape, at least. Couldn't have described it to save her artificial life, but there you have it.
-was still pinning her down. That would have to be fixed.
">_<*" She declared again, only this time her entire body and not just her vox system vibrated with the sound. The abrupt, intense vibration forced a brief shockwave that further pulverised the ground beneath her and nearly caused Vevech's tentacles wrapped around her to explode outright. The limbs flew away in a hasty response to keep them intact.
As expected, MAK-zero-seventy used the opportunity to rip her foot free of the flowing silverness. A quick backwards roll brought her into a low crouch as she raised her fists. The left gauntlet continued to crackle with electricity, but the right was still bare. Waiting for... something.
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4:10:93
The giant gynoid had paused in her petting of the minibus to look up a bit when the small ones had all spoken the same. Blinking a few times, she looked around, but there was only the small ones here, and they weren't doing or saying anything else.
"o_o" She said, wondering what that all had been about.
Somewhere in the back of her... circuits? Notmind?... A number of programs were running. This was identified as an unexpected event, and a series of If-Then clauses ran. The process ran very simply, feeding MAK-zero-seventy's main AI the result.
Announcement: official?->no->Source: PA system?->no-> Problem.
Problem: source known?->no->Threat: Known?->no-> Bad.
So, MAK-zero-seventy knew that this was bad. Of course, that didn't mean she knew how to deal with it. Just that she had the need to be very alert and careful now.
"<_< o_o >_> o_o <_<" was as far as she got before the world was all movement and change and dark and dust.
Presently, though, this came to an end, as all things will. Blinking her huge circuit-inlaid silver eyes, she got up. A few moments looking around garnered the corpse of her favorite, the sturdy little minibus. The pungent smell of blood hung in the air, the poor little thing torn nearly in half by a fallen support beam. MAK-zero-seventy's eyes widened as she took in the scene, her pet's axles shattered, its face blown out by the protrusion of its brain in a single whole piece.
"O_O...... T_T" MAK said, though her eyes would not water up. That... that had been her VWM! She could remember the day he'd shown up, all bright and shiny with his funny leathery back. She could-
-cry out in surprise as something slammed into her, knocking her down. "X_x"
Looking up, she beheld something like a cross between a twisted nautiloid and an eternally-melting silver statue, though she hadn't that sort of term to express it in. The eyes of the huge gynoid widened as they uncrossed and she stared up at the thing. It said something, then, in the language of the next-to-smallest, the ones with the wierdly-shaped wheels that were never all on the ground. Something... to her? She didn't understand it. Why had her home been destroyed? Her pets, her friends, killed? What was this flowing around her foot, and why was it getting so hard to move....?
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Pressure: Dangerous?->Yes-> Relieve Pressure
ERROR: Pressure Exceeds Standard Activity Resistance Parameters
WARNING: Threat Rating: Positive?->Yes
Protected: Endangered?->No->Protected: Intact?->No->Protected: Destroyed?->Yes
WARNING: Terminal Threat To Charges: Positive?->Yes
WARNING: Termination Of Charges: Positive?->Yes
WARNING: Standard Activity Restrictors: Irrelevant?->Yes
WARNING: Termination Origination Identified.
Termination Origination: Human?->No->ELIMINATE
WARNING: Engaging Combat Mode.
NOTICE: Equipment Arrival Obstructed->Yes->Alternate Route: Engaged->Yes
NOTICE: Assault Equipment Arrival in 4:23:07
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The circuit-lines running through MAK0-70's irises lit up with activity, brightening to a golden sheen. This... this one had destroyed her home! Had attacked her! Had killed her pets and friends! Had... had torn open VWM..... She had to stop it! She wouldn't let it hurt anyone else, kill anyone else. It had to be stopped. Help would be here soon, until then she had to hold it off... even if it did have her in a crushing grip. Even if it wanted to.... no. No!
Vevech blinked oddly, films running briefly from front to back of its eyes, as there was a subtle shift in the slender form it was preparing to electrocute. Huge fingers dug into crumbled concrete, and white, perfect teeth ground together as the titan-gynoid glared up at the space monster with a startlingly pure determination.
">_<*" MAK-zero-seventy declared. A series of small rods protruded from the collarbone of her bodysuit, matched by another set ringing her left wrist.
ZORCH
Apparently, giant gynoids don't need to take as long to charge up as giant monsters do. Naturally, of course, things didn't exactly work out for the best for either party. The massive positive charges both had built up to try to conduct electricity attracted a negative charge in the sky, instead of each other. Thanks to the both trying the same thing, what struck was stronger than either could have produced alone, but diverted by reaching the both of them at once.
To put it more simply, lightning struck. MAK was grounded; the spacebeast was not. MAK was insulated; the spacebeast might have been if it had been prepared. So it should come as no large surprise that while Vevech had a small (relatively) charred spot on its face, near the bases of the tentacles, MAK bore no sign of electrocution.
She was hardly out of the woods yet, though. This huge, shelled thing-
It is worth noting here that simple artificial intelligences (Of which MAK was definitely one, if approached from the opposite direction than usual) don't have standard sanity. So she was able to percieve the space-being a lot better than she might otherwise have been. Not perfectly, but she was able to interperet its physical shape, at least. Couldn't have described it to save her artificial life, but there you have it.
-was still pinning her down. That would have to be fixed.
">_<*" She declared again, only this time her entire body and not just her vox system vibrated with the sound. The abrupt, intense vibration forced a brief shockwave that further pulverised the ground beneath her and nearly caused Vevech's tentacles wrapped around her to explode outright. The limbs flew away in a hasty response to keep them intact.
As expected, MAK-zero-seventy used the opportunity to rip her foot free of the flowing silverness. A quick backwards roll brought her into a low crouch as she raised her fists. The left gauntlet continued to crackle with electricity, but the right was still bare. Waiting for... something.
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4:10:93
\"What if nothing means anything? What if nothing really matters?.....
...Or suppose <b><i>EVERYTHING</b></i> matters. Which would be worse?\"
-Calvin
\"Joke \'em if they can\'t take a f$%k.\"
...Or suppose <b><i>EVERYTHING</b></i> matters. Which would be worse?\"
-Calvin
\"Joke \'em if they can\'t take a f$%k.\"
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OoC: Finally thought of an arena, but my opponent? *Sigh*
Cloaked in black. Wrapped in shadows. Covered in night.
The cloaked figure took his time walking. He wasn't in a hurry. Besides, the heat didn't bother him.
Even if it was a desert.
His name was Sho. He was just your average knight, despite not wearing his typical armor. Of course, he had no weapon on him. And his appearance of black-spiked hair and green eyes didn't really scream "knight", either.
And the fact that he carried a deck of cards. But, to him and his people, this was normal. After all, the trapping of the essence of items in a card has been practiced for hundreds of years. The world of Magnus shall always live on, no matter where he wanders or drifts to.
The sands carried by the wind pelted his cloak constantly. His face was also being buffeted by the sand, although not so much. This still bothered him, but he just kept his normal pace.
After five more minutes of walking, he stopped.
"An... oasis?" He spoke, his voice struck by the dryness of his throat. His eyes almost started to water up. "Finally..." He whispered as he dashed to the grove of green.
After satisfying his thirst and splashing water on himself, he decided to take a rest. "Well, I'm in no hurry, might as well make the most of this," he said as he threw his cloak off and sat in the shade.
The vision of green... in the middle of yellow...
OoC: Once again, intros suck.
Cloaked in black. Wrapped in shadows. Covered in night.
The cloaked figure took his time walking. He wasn't in a hurry. Besides, the heat didn't bother him.
Even if it was a desert.
His name was Sho. He was just your average knight, despite not wearing his typical armor. Of course, he had no weapon on him. And his appearance of black-spiked hair and green eyes didn't really scream "knight", either.
And the fact that he carried a deck of cards. But, to him and his people, this was normal. After all, the trapping of the essence of items in a card has been practiced for hundreds of years. The world of Magnus shall always live on, no matter where he wanders or drifts to.
The sands carried by the wind pelted his cloak constantly. His face was also being buffeted by the sand, although not so much. This still bothered him, but he just kept his normal pace.
After five more minutes of walking, he stopped.
"An... oasis?" He spoke, his voice struck by the dryness of his throat. His eyes almost started to water up. "Finally..." He whispered as he dashed to the grove of green.
After satisfying his thirst and splashing water on himself, he decided to take a rest. "Well, I'm in no hurry, might as well make the most of this," he said as he threw his cloak off and sat in the shade.
The vision of green... in the middle of yellow...
OoC: Once again, intros suck.
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OOC: finally! I found a comp that I can use to post, but I've got a time limit for this thing so I'm ready, I'm going in kargath, I will post again when the time presents itself again.
Inferno looked down into the crevace. He knew that it was the only way to fin a way to resurrect his live Flair. he nodded with his resolve now reinforced and decended into the caverns. Following the directions given to him from his father and his dragonic yellow eyes to allow him to see in the dark with ease he found his way to the multi-colored caverns.
Inferno: so, I'm almost there. soon I will have what I need to bring my beloved back to life.
Inferno took a step forward into the light and stopped, he was sensing something, he wasn't alone in this cavern. Inferno quickly drew his katana and prepared himself for whatever was here watching him.
Inferno looked down into the crevace. He knew that it was the only way to fin a way to resurrect his live Flair. he nodded with his resolve now reinforced and decended into the caverns. Following the directions given to him from his father and his dragonic yellow eyes to allow him to see in the dark with ease he found his way to the multi-colored caverns.
Inferno: so, I'm almost there. soon I will have what I need to bring my beloved back to life.
Inferno took a step forward into the light and stopped, he was sensing something, he wasn't alone in this cavern. Inferno quickly drew his katana and prepared himself for whatever was here watching him.
beware the power of Bahamut\'s eldest son.
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Wyborn
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OoC: My brother will be back tomorrow, L007.
Expect a post from me tonight, Andy. -OoC
Expect a post from me tonight, Andy. -OoC
Help me out with the best fanfiction ever, Ganondorf Beats Up EVERYONE! You decide who gets beaten!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
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James stood there, his face dripping blood. If there was one thing he realized now, it was that ONE: He wasn't dealing with your average sleazy hitman, and TWO: He didn't have the time to go and "grow flowers".
"Urgh." He stood upright, regaining his composure, he would have announced his attack, had his jaw not been broken and missing most of the teeth necessary to form audible words. An armour-plated fist whizzed past Damian's head, and would have surely knocked him out cold had its aim been true.
"Sigh... have it your way."
*CRUNCH*
Damian's blow didn't miss, and again Sir James was sent staggering with a full blow to the head. His cheek began to swell with the sheer force of the brass-assisted blow.
"I'll try to make this as clear as possible: Leave now, or I’ll kill you. Is that so hard to understand?" James would have none of it, he would take revenge, and he would take it now.
He took in a breath of air, and kept inhaling, until his lungs and chest had expanded several time their normal capacity. His armour allowed this, as it was designed to do. There were several light-weight layers of iron, bound with a special type of flexible leather. It was similar an armadillo in just about every way.
Then, after Damian took a good look, Sir James let out all the air he had captured in a single well-aimed shriek. Not so much a sound, as a paralyzing vibration through his enemy’s entire body.
Damian's entire frame shook, his body unable to act, his muscles paralyzed, his face was frozen in a look of surprise. James took this precious moment he had bought himself to act. He took his broadsword in hand, and swung it in a wide arc. His enemy fell to the ground just in the knick of time to avoid being cut in half.
"HURGH!" James wasn't going to let his shriek be in vain, he brought his sword down, in an attempt to crush Damian's skull, but the man had gained enough of his muscle control back to turn his body and dodge the blow. James' hit and miss record wasn't looking too good right about now.
*WHAM*
Damian didn't get out of that Scott-free, no, instead he felt the wrath of an armoured fist smashing with full force into the side of his head, his left eye going dark, and the ringing in his ears intensifying.
"Urgh." He stood upright, regaining his composure, he would have announced his attack, had his jaw not been broken and missing most of the teeth necessary to form audible words. An armour-plated fist whizzed past Damian's head, and would have surely knocked him out cold had its aim been true.
"Sigh... have it your way."
*CRUNCH*
Damian's blow didn't miss, and again Sir James was sent staggering with a full blow to the head. His cheek began to swell with the sheer force of the brass-assisted blow.
"I'll try to make this as clear as possible: Leave now, or I’ll kill you. Is that so hard to understand?" James would have none of it, he would take revenge, and he would take it now.
He took in a breath of air, and kept inhaling, until his lungs and chest had expanded several time their normal capacity. His armour allowed this, as it was designed to do. There were several light-weight layers of iron, bound with a special type of flexible leather. It was similar an armadillo in just about every way.
Then, after Damian took a good look, Sir James let out all the air he had captured in a single well-aimed shriek. Not so much a sound, as a paralyzing vibration through his enemy’s entire body.
Damian's entire frame shook, his body unable to act, his muscles paralyzed, his face was frozen in a look of surprise. James took this precious moment he had bought himself to act. He took his broadsword in hand, and swung it in a wide arc. His enemy fell to the ground just in the knick of time to avoid being cut in half.
"HURGH!" James wasn't going to let his shriek be in vain, he brought his sword down, in an attempt to crush Damian's skull, but the man had gained enough of his muscle control back to turn his body and dodge the blow. James' hit and miss record wasn't looking too good right about now.
*WHAM*
Damian didn't get out of that Scott-free, no, instead he felt the wrath of an armoured fist smashing with full force into the side of his head, his left eye going dark, and the ringing in his ears intensifying.
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This carbon unit must apologize. He has been working double shifts all weekend, and is feeling about as creative as a swollen sphincter muscle (i.e. only capable of making uncomfortable, itchy battle posts, as opposed to real pain). Post will be forthcoming Sunday, after I'm off work, and relatively inebriated.
Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return. ~Windows, in Haiku format
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Apologies
[QUOTE=Selene Starblade]The giant gynoid had paused in her petting of the minibus to look up a bit when the small ones had all spoken the same. Blinking a few times, she looked around, but there was only the small ones here, and they weren't doing or saying anything else.
"o_o" She said, wondering what that all had been about.
Somewhere in the back of her... circuits? Notmind?... A number of programs were running. This was identified as an unexpected event, and a series of If-Then clauses ran. The process ran very simply, feeding MAK-zero-seventy's main AI the result.
Announcement: official?->no->Source: PA system?->no-> Problem.
Problem: source known?->no->Threat: Known?->no-> Bad.
So, MAK-zero-seventy knew that this was bad. Of course, that didn't mean she knew how to deal with it. Just that she had the need to be very alert and careful now.
"<_< o_o >_> o_o <_<" was as far as she got before the world was all movement and change and dark and dust.
Presently, though, this came to an end, as all things will. Blinking her huge circuit-inlaid silver eyes, she got up. A few moments looking around garnered the corpse of her favorite, the sturdy little minibus. The pungent smell of blood hung in the air, the poor little thing torn nearly in half by a fallen support beam. MAK-zero-seventy's eyes widened as she took in the scene, her pet's axles shattered, its face blown out by the protrusion of its brain in a single whole piece.
"O_O...... T_T" MAK said, though her eyes would not water up. That... that had been her VWM! She could remember the day he'd shown up, all bright and shiny with his funny leathery back. She could-
-cry out in surprise as something slammed into her, knocking her down. "X_x"
Looking up, she beheld something like a cross between a twisted nautiloid and an eternally-melting silver statue, though she hadn't that sort of term to express it in. The eyes of the huge gynoid widened as they uncrossed and she stared up at the thing. It said something, then, in the language of the next-to-smallest, the ones with the wierdly-shaped wheels that were never all on the ground. Something... to her? She didn't understand it. Why had her home been destroyed? Her pets, her friends, killed? What was this flowing around her foot, and why was it getting so hard to move....?
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Pressure: Dangerous?->Yes-> Relieve Pressure
ERROR: Pressure Exceeds Standard Activity Resistance Parameters
WARNING: Threat Rating: Positive?->Yes
Protected: Endangered?->No->Protected: Intact?->No->Protected: Destroyed?->Yes
WARNING: Terminal Threat To Charges: Positive?->Yes
WARNING: Termination Of Charges: Positive?->Yes
WARNING: Standard Activity Restrictors: Irrelevant?->Yes
WARNING: Termination Origination Identified.
Termination Origination: Human?->No->ELIMINATE
WARNING: Engaging Combat Mode.
NOTICE: Equipment Arrival Obstructed->Yes->Alternate Route: Engaged->Yes
NOTICE: Assault Equipment Arrival in 4:23:07
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The circuit-lines running through MAK0-70's irises lit up with activity, brightening to a golden sheen. This... this one had destroyed her home! Had attacked her! Had killed her pets and friends! Had... had torn open VWM..... She had to stop it! She wouldn't let it hurt anyone else, kill anyone else. It had to be stopped. Help would be here soon, until then she had to hold it off... even if it did have her in a crushing grip. Even if it wanted to.... no. No!
Vevech blinked oddly, films running briefly from front to back of its eyes, as there was a subtle shift in the slender form it was preparing to electrocute. Huge fingers dug into crumbled concrete, and white, perfect teeth ground together as the titan-gynoid glared up at the space monster with a startlingly pure determination.
">_<*" MAK-zero-seventy declared. A series of small rods protruded from the collarbone of her bodysuit, matched by another set ringing her left wrist.
ZORCH
Apparently, giant gynoids don't need to take as long to charge up as giant monsters do. Naturally, of course, things didn't exactly work out for the best for either party. The massive positive charges both had built up to try to conduct electricity attracted a negative charge in the sky, instead of each other. Thanks to the both trying the same thing, what struck was stronger than either could have produced alone, but diverted by reaching the both of them at once.
To put it more simply, lightning struck. MAK was grounded; the spacebeast was not. MAK was insulated; the spacebeast might have been if it had been prepared. So it should come as no large surprise that while Vevech had a small (relatively) charred spot on its face, near the bases of the tentacles, MAK bore no sign of electrocution.
She was hardly out of the woods yet, though. This huge, shelled thing-
It is worth noting here that simple artificial intelligences (Of which MAK was definitely one, if approached from the opposite direction than usual) don't have standard sanity. So she was able to percieve the space-being a lot better than she might otherwise have been. Not perfectly, but she was able to interperet its physical shape, at least. Couldn't have described it to save her artificial life, but there you have it.
-was still pinning her down. That would have to be fixed.
">_<*" She declared again, only this time her entire body and not just her vox system vibrated with the sound. The abrupt, intense vibration forced a brief shockwave that further pulverised the ground beneath her and nearly caused Vevech's tentacles wrapped around her to explode outright. The limbs flew away in a hasty response to keep them intact.
As expected, MAK-zero-seventy used the opportunity to rip her foot free of the flowing silverness. A quick backwards roll brought her into a low crouch as she raised her fists. The left gauntlet continued to crackle with electricity, but the right was still bare. Waiting for... something.
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OoC: The cost of sanity being a uniquely human characteristic, being that artificial life lack the sheer imagination necessary to conceive, therefore the capacity to perceive, an "impossible" object--impossible, that is, given the apparent programming being spatial, etc. Also, I find it hilarious your gynoid has a vibrator.
The mystic pool swiped at MAK0 in one wave with a crest like many grasping fingers. She turned her electric gauntlet against the silver wall and saw the charge diffuse amongst the worming nerve endings throughout--Vevech, an organic? Impossible--but the beast offered another tide and it shattered against Mak's armor like a mirror throwing her into the rubble. The pieces gathered immediately and Vevech stretched forward with its long neck rising into the sky, gazing down upon Mak like a monolith in the desert with startling indifference.
"Why?" Vevech asked with only exasperation, withdrawing its tentacles to kaleidoscopic swirls about the face. The silver liquid raised Vevech into the newly-opened air amidst all this wretched soon-to-be-ruin, like a grand monarch comfortably astride a fattened elephant. "Just trust me, for ****'s sake. It all has to end."
The mirror pool came crashing down into the wreckage, pitching its
[QUOTE=Selene Starblade]The giant gynoid had paused in her petting of the minibus to look up a bit when the small ones had all spoken the same. Blinking a few times, she looked around, but there was only the small ones here, and they weren't doing or saying anything else.
"o_o" She said, wondering what that all had been about.
Somewhere in the back of her... circuits? Notmind?... A number of programs were running. This was identified as an unexpected event, and a series of If-Then clauses ran. The process ran very simply, feeding MAK-zero-seventy's main AI the result.
Announcement: official?->no->Source: PA system?->no-> Problem.
Problem: source known?->no->Threat: Known?->no-> Bad.
So, MAK-zero-seventy knew that this was bad. Of course, that didn't mean she knew how to deal with it. Just that she had the need to be very alert and careful now.
"<_< o_o >_> o_o <_<" was as far as she got before the world was all movement and change and dark and dust.
Presently, though, this came to an end, as all things will. Blinking her huge circuit-inlaid silver eyes, she got up. A few moments looking around garnered the corpse of her favorite, the sturdy little minibus. The pungent smell of blood hung in the air, the poor little thing torn nearly in half by a fallen support beam. MAK-zero-seventy's eyes widened as she took in the scene, her pet's axles shattered, its face blown out by the protrusion of its brain in a single whole piece.
"O_O...... T_T" MAK said, though her eyes would not water up. That... that had been her VWM! She could remember the day he'd shown up, all bright and shiny with his funny leathery back. She could-
-cry out in surprise as something slammed into her, knocking her down. "X_x"
Looking up, she beheld something like a cross between a twisted nautiloid and an eternally-melting silver statue, though she hadn't that sort of term to express it in. The eyes of the huge gynoid widened as they uncrossed and she stared up at the thing. It said something, then, in the language of the next-to-smallest, the ones with the wierdly-shaped wheels that were never all on the ground. Something... to her? She didn't understand it. Why had her home been destroyed? Her pets, her friends, killed? What was this flowing around her foot, and why was it getting so hard to move....?
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Pressure: Dangerous?->Yes-> Relieve Pressure
ERROR: Pressure Exceeds Standard Activity Resistance Parameters
WARNING: Threat Rating: Positive?->Yes
Protected: Endangered?->No->Protected: Intact?->No->Protected: Destroyed?->Yes
WARNING: Terminal Threat To Charges: Positive?->Yes
WARNING: Termination Of Charges: Positive?->Yes
WARNING: Standard Activity Restrictors: Irrelevant?->Yes
WARNING: Termination Origination Identified.
Termination Origination: Human?->No->ELIMINATE
WARNING: Engaging Combat Mode.
NOTICE: Equipment Arrival Obstructed->Yes->Alternate Route: Engaged->Yes
NOTICE: Assault Equipment Arrival in 4:23:07
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The circuit-lines running through MAK0-70's irises lit up with activity, brightening to a golden sheen. This... this one had destroyed her home! Had attacked her! Had killed her pets and friends! Had... had torn open VWM..... She had to stop it! She wouldn't let it hurt anyone else, kill anyone else. It had to be stopped. Help would be here soon, until then she had to hold it off... even if it did have her in a crushing grip. Even if it wanted to.... no. No!
Vevech blinked oddly, films running briefly from front to back of its eyes, as there was a subtle shift in the slender form it was preparing to electrocute. Huge fingers dug into crumbled concrete, and white, perfect teeth ground together as the titan-gynoid glared up at the space monster with a startlingly pure determination.
">_<*" MAK-zero-seventy declared. A series of small rods protruded from the collarbone of her bodysuit, matched by another set ringing her left wrist.
ZORCH
Apparently, giant gynoids don't need to take as long to charge up as giant monsters do. Naturally, of course, things didn't exactly work out for the best for either party. The massive positive charges both had built up to try to conduct electricity attracted a negative charge in the sky, instead of each other. Thanks to the both trying the same thing, what struck was stronger than either could have produced alone, but diverted by reaching the both of them at once.
To put it more simply, lightning struck. MAK was grounded; the spacebeast was not. MAK was insulated; the spacebeast might have been if it had been prepared. So it should come as no large surprise that while Vevech had a small (relatively) charred spot on its face, near the bases of the tentacles, MAK bore no sign of electrocution.
She was hardly out of the woods yet, though. This huge, shelled thing-
It is worth noting here that simple artificial intelligences (Of which MAK was definitely one, if approached from the opposite direction than usual) don't have standard sanity. So she was able to percieve the space-being a lot better than she might otherwise have been. Not perfectly, but she was able to interperet its physical shape, at least. Couldn't have described it to save her artificial life, but there you have it.
-was still pinning her down. That would have to be fixed.
">_<*" She declared again, only this time her entire body and not just her vox system vibrated with the sound. The abrupt, intense vibration forced a brief shockwave that further pulverised the ground beneath her and nearly caused Vevech's tentacles wrapped around her to explode outright. The limbs flew away in a hasty response to keep them intact.
As expected, MAK-zero-seventy used the opportunity to rip her foot free of the flowing silverness. A quick backwards roll brought her into a low crouch as she raised her fists. The left gauntlet continued to crackle with electricity, but the right was still bare. Waiting for... something.
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4:10:93[/QUOTE]
OoC: The cost of sanity being a uniquely human characteristic, being that artificial life lack the sheer imagination necessary to conceive, therefore the capacity to perceive, an "impossible" object--impossible, that is, given the apparent programming being spatial, etc. Also, I find it hilarious your gynoid has a vibrator.
The mystic pool swiped at MAK0 in one wave with a crest like many grasping fingers. She turned her electric gauntlet against the silver wall and saw the charge diffuse amongst the worming nerve endings throughout--Vevech, an organic? Impossible--but the beast offered another tide and it shattered against Mak's armor like a mirror throwing her into the rubble. The pieces gathered immediately and Vevech stretched forward with its long neck rising into the sky, gazing down upon Mak like a monolith in the desert with startling indifference.
"Why?" Vevech asked with only exasperation, withdrawing its tentacles to kaleidoscopic swirls about the face. The silver liquid raised Vevech into the newly-opened air amidst all this wretched soon-to-be-ruin, like a grand monarch comfortably astride a fattened elephant. "Just trust me, for ****'s sake. It all has to end."
The mirror pool came crashing down into the wreckage, pitching its
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Consider this a lesson.
((I don't throw curveballs, I throw corkscrews. Also, this post ^ looks truncated, so I await the remainder.))
((I don't throw curveballs, I throw corkscrews. Also, this post ^ looks truncated, so I await the remainder.))
\"What if nothing means anything? What if nothing really matters?.....
...Or suppose <b><i>EVERYTHING</b></i> matters. Which would be worse?\"
-Calvin
\"Joke \'em if they can\'t take a f$%k.\"
...Or suppose <b><i>EVERYTHING</b></i> matters. Which would be worse?\"
-Calvin
\"Joke \'em if they can\'t take a f$%k.\"
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The horror was pissed, he had let a few rockets hit him, and even hurt him. He didnt like this at all. The two rockets left came at him with blinding speed, and he pulled the hammer from behind his back. And swung the large hammer at them, knocking both away at once, and into the ground. Making another huge explosion throwing rocks every where. This time the horror had the advantage.
Leaping into the air the beast was at least 20 feet in the air, the best he had ever jumped. He landed on the metal man, knocking him into the ground. He rabidly starting hitting him with the hammer denting alot of the metal. The horror was pissed, and was attacking out of pure anger, while the metal man could do nothing to stop it.
SHRRRIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!!!!! Was the noise made when the Horror was trying to rip the mans arm off.
THe metal was starting to rip, and tear, and it was very hard for the beast to rip anything metal from the body....
But the beast succeeded.... partially, he had managed to pull the hand out, and blew started to spray all over the concrete. The beast had tore off the hand of his enemy. He laughed and tossed it into the cold wet water.
"HA HA HAHA HAH HHA HA HA." The laugh echoed across the cave.
OoC: Sorry about the small post, and the long time I take to get them here. I am really burned out on gunjin, and after this bout, im done for a while.
Leaping into the air the beast was at least 20 feet in the air, the best he had ever jumped. He landed on the metal man, knocking him into the ground. He rabidly starting hitting him with the hammer denting alot of the metal. The horror was pissed, and was attacking out of pure anger, while the metal man could do nothing to stop it.
SHRRRIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!!!!! Was the noise made when the Horror was trying to rip the mans arm off.
THe metal was starting to rip, and tear, and it was very hard for the beast to rip anything metal from the body....
But the beast succeeded.... partially, he had managed to pull the hand out, and blew started to spray all over the concrete. The beast had tore off the hand of his enemy. He laughed and tossed it into the cold wet water.
"HA HA HAHA HAH HHA HA HA." The laugh echoed across the cave.
OoC: Sorry about the small post, and the long time I take to get them here. I am really burned out on gunjin, and after this bout, im done for a while.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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Yet, to the Beast's disappointment, the 'blood' was only some; a lot of it was a red fluid... that hand was made of metal! Clearly, he was fighting a cyborg. Still, that did deal severe damage to Metal Man; not to mention he looked kind of like a ball of tin foil after you've crumbled it up and straightened it out again. But this man had had worse before; especially the incident which had forced him to become so mechanical. Not to mention his battle with Joker. *shudder*
"Bravo... I would clap, but I have no right hand to do it with. Oh, wait, I do have this."
Without warning, his hand arced electricity, violently, and directly at the now likely soaked-with flammable coolant fluid Beast. This would in turn light Metal Man's arm on fire, but a quick swipe through some dirt put most of it out.
While the beast was still in close quarters, he then responded with a fierce hammerblow with the bottom of his left fist to the Beast's face; even if he blocked, it'd be enough force to probably knock him over or back from the man of steel.
And that is where it would get extremely nasty.
The Metal Man, his anger inhibitor broken by that act of savagery, would very simply do the Mario--leap towards his foe. But this was no usual thing; for he ripped out a net from a compartment and hurled it down, hoping to catch the beast. Of course, it was flimsy--the Beast might wonder why it was thrown, as he'd probably easily escape (whether or not he'd put the fire out by now.)
But that was the problem. It was a distraction, for pretty much likely to be too late for the Beast to escape, Metal Man would land on top of or on top of his feet. And his face was curled into a snarling rictus of unquenchable fury, as he fiercely smashed at the beast over and over again with his extremely heavy arms and remaining left fist. He wasn't going to do any simple martial arts or gunplay anymore; he was smashing at the beast in an attempt to literally drive him into the ground and turn him into a pancake.
*BLAM BLAM BLAM* He'd relentlessly fling blows at the Beast, from above, regardless of any damage thrown at him--he'd turned off his pain receptors long ago. But, regardless of whether it worked, the sadistic man of steel did not plan on letting up with just some smashing.
After a few minutes of probable bashing, he'd suddenly leap upwards, and onto a gigantic formation atop the cave... one directly above the Beast. Shining at the Beast's eyes (or what was left of them) his remaining spotlight, he'd punch the formation with all its might.
KRA-KOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
...Nothing. A few cracks. Then some sediment dropped into the pools of fluid and blood....
...He had just destroyed the root to the massive, 300-foot diameter hunk of rock. And it was coming down at the Beast, with the Metal Man's own weight standing atop it.
This man... ...he couldn't be human. He was simply insane.
Smiling at the destruction, he blew out the fire which had torched most of his right arm at the tip. Acrid smoke rose as he prepared for impact.
"I tried to tell you, kid... nobody messes with the Real Man of Steel!"
"Bravo... I would clap, but I have no right hand to do it with. Oh, wait, I do have this."
Without warning, his hand arced electricity, violently, and directly at the now likely soaked-with flammable coolant fluid Beast. This would in turn light Metal Man's arm on fire, but a quick swipe through some dirt put most of it out.
While the beast was still in close quarters, he then responded with a fierce hammerblow with the bottom of his left fist to the Beast's face; even if he blocked, it'd be enough force to probably knock him over or back from the man of steel.
And that is where it would get extremely nasty.
The Metal Man, his anger inhibitor broken by that act of savagery, would very simply do the Mario--leap towards his foe. But this was no usual thing; for he ripped out a net from a compartment and hurled it down, hoping to catch the beast. Of course, it was flimsy--the Beast might wonder why it was thrown, as he'd probably easily escape (whether or not he'd put the fire out by now.)
But that was the problem. It was a distraction, for pretty much likely to be too late for the Beast to escape, Metal Man would land on top of or on top of his feet. And his face was curled into a snarling rictus of unquenchable fury, as he fiercely smashed at the beast over and over again with his extremely heavy arms and remaining left fist. He wasn't going to do any simple martial arts or gunplay anymore; he was smashing at the beast in an attempt to literally drive him into the ground and turn him into a pancake.
*BLAM BLAM BLAM* He'd relentlessly fling blows at the Beast, from above, regardless of any damage thrown at him--he'd turned off his pain receptors long ago. But, regardless of whether it worked, the sadistic man of steel did not plan on letting up with just some smashing.
After a few minutes of probable bashing, he'd suddenly leap upwards, and onto a gigantic formation atop the cave... one directly above the Beast. Shining at the Beast's eyes (or what was left of them) his remaining spotlight, he'd punch the formation with all its might.
KRA-KOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
...Nothing. A few cracks. Then some sediment dropped into the pools of fluid and blood....
...He had just destroyed the root to the massive, 300-foot diameter hunk of rock. And it was coming down at the Beast, with the Metal Man's own weight standing atop it.
This man... ...he couldn't be human. He was simply insane.
Smiling at the destruction, he blew out the fire which had torched most of his right arm at the tip. Acrid smoke rose as he prepared for impact.
"I tried to tell you, kid... nobody messes with the Real Man of Steel!"
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