The Darkest Corners: A Modern Fantasy RP (Interest Thread - Closed)

[Cybele]

"I wouldn't panic, I actually want to develop a way to cure it, and have it as a contingency."

Roland didn't really trust the lich. Actually, he didn't trust him at all. Why would he care about finding a cure if the poison had no effect on him? Lucius didn't really seem like the kind who would go out of his way to make the world a better place. Still, if it meant finding a way to get rid of this damn curse...And what's the worse that could happen? It was only a few drops.

"All right, poison for entry into the archive," Roland nodded. "But," he looked the lich in the eyes and repressed a shudder, "Not a drop until I'm actually inside the archives. Otherwise what would stop you from taking the poison and just disappearing?"

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

While the surgery was painful, John had dealt with worse (John almost always was selected as the "living surgery subject" for new recruits, he was pretty sure his department head just hated his guts and loved to see them cut out). John cautiously flecked his arm, feeling no plastic or pain.

"Thank you," John said to the dozing fairy, wondering why he let such a tired creature cut into his arm.

"Roland, we will be happy to let you look through this other Lich's library of ill-repute. All I ask is that we will be allowed to have samples of the poison you have, and some non-intrusive magical/medical exams to figure out how your immune to such a deadly toxin," John did not want Roland to be swayed by the Lich, and was hoping the mention of the medical exams would convince the bird his agency wouldn't weaponize it, or at least to the scale the Lich's current smile was suggesting, "I will even personally help you with any spells or rituals that would restore your humanity."

"Also, can ANYONE help Lucia get back onto the plane?" John pointed out the window to the dragon.

 

[hiei82]

"Also, can ANYONE help Lucia get back onto the plane?" John called out, pointing through the window at the dragon. Terra had been busy siphoning Richard's pain off to help keep the plane airborne and had therefore missed much of the conversation up until the yell. Dragged from her forced focus, she winced at the suddenly noticeable pain, but recovered quickly.

Standing up, she stretched her wings and walked toward the door, saying "I'll get her, just keep that door open!" in a tone that, in retrospect, seemed unduly harsh. It wasn't that any of them had done anything, just the pain of lifting the plane was somewhat distracting and irritating. As she opened the door, she felt the pressure difference begin to pull her out side. While she would never be able to catch up with the plane after she left it without aid, this would not be a problem. Grabbing one of the parachutes, she made something roughly similar to a rope and tied it to herself and the nearest chair: she might not be able to keep up with the plane, but she was sure the plane could.

with that, she dove from the plane toward the dragon; ready to grab her as she transformed to pull them back inside.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Lucia was flying along side the plane, kinda spacing off a bit when she saw something moving out of the corner of her eye, which turned out to be a door opening. It took Lucia a few seconds to figure out what she was doing 'That's a little unorthodox' she thought as she moved closer and changed back to her human form in time to grab the winged lady that came out to get her.

"Ya know, maybe one of these years I should actually get good with teleporting" Lucia said over the rushing air after making sure she was secured to her 'rescuer' "Thanks for coming out and getting me."

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

"I'll get her, just keep that door open!"

"Thank yo- wait, NO! STOP!" John turned back, watching Terra pull open the far back door ("How did she do that? In flight there is about 300 pounds of pressure against that door!") and tied a the strings of a parachute ("Since when did airliners have parashoots? At this altitude and speed, jumping out of the plane is suicide!") to a chair.

John simply cut his seat belt with his knife and ran the back of the plane, grabbing the chairs as air was flew around. As he got back to the plane grabbing an unused plastic oxygen supplier for a few quick breaths. As John expected, the strings of a parachute was not holding the weight of a person being blown by 500 mph winds. With one arm desperately wrapped around a handlebar, John grabbed the string and transformed it into Titanium. He did not have the power to transform the entire line into that metal, and with how magically exhasted John was he didn't think he could maintain that trasnformation for more than five minutes. Also, due to the lack of oxygen, John was becoming very dizzy.

 

[c_westerman13]

"Not a drop until I'm actually inside the archives. Otherwise what would stop you from taking the poison and just disappearing?"

Haha. What indeed, he thought to himself. Still, this bird was wierdly good at covering his ass - most mortals fell down way before now! Ah well, no sense losing out on such a high-potential... investment.

"Sure, Roland, thats a pretty fair point to make", Lucius started calculating more and more ways to get some advantage out of this, "You wanna go straight there from London?"

 

[Cybele]

Roland wondered why so many people were suddenly interested in the poison. For all he knew, he might very well be the only one who had it so searching for an antidote seemed a bit like a waste of resources. Still, John's offer was good, better than the lich's, even though the thought of being poked and prodded by scientists wasn't too appealing. But before Roland could agree, John ran off somewhere, yelling something.

"Sure, Roland, thats a pretty fair point to make. You wanna go straight there from London?"

So the lich didn't deny that he would just run off given the chance. Disconcerting but not unexpected. "Sure...but didn't you have an old nemesis or something to deal with?"

 

[Lunar Templar]

Lucia reached around the person that hand come out to get her and grabbed on to the line tied to her. Lucia then proceeded to climb up said line and back into the plane, she took a quick look to make sure the damage to the plane wasn't going to snap the line before she hauled her 'savior' in.

After the two of them where back in she Lucia shut and latched the door, before heading back to her seat only to find most the occupants gathered "Having a party with out me? That's rather rude"

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

John watched Lucia pull Terra and herself as pressure returned, taking in much needed breaths.

John turned to Terra.

"What were you THINKING?" John angrily said to her, "You cannot just rip open a door in a middle of a flight!"

"We have people that could of just safely teleported you back on to the plane," John said, pointing to Zaheer, "But instead of waiting for him to safely you just had to rely on a few lines from a parachute to hold you from hanging out of a @#%^ING PASSENGER JET! Your skin should of been ripped from your bones."

"You would have DIED if you I didn't risk my own @$$ and reinforced your anchering point," John said pointing to the line, transforming from Titanium back to normal string, "Your very, VERY lucky I was able to muster that magic after all the power I had to use to make sure this plane was destroyed in the Lich explosion. We could of ALL died, we are VERY lucky that door stayed on it's 'hinges,' instead of ripping off and taking out one of the back wings. Think before you just do things!"

John turned around and walked back forward to his seat. The Lich might of given Roland all kinds of empty promises to get that poison. John could NOT let that Lich have that poison.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Lucia turned toward John, his rant catching her attention "Not really" leaning against a chair "We're not moving as fast as we where, not only that, we're not as high now ether, and even if the lines snapped, I'd have been back in dragon for well before we hit the water. Sides, that Ascend mage is holding the plane up and moving us along, i doubt he'd have let her belly flop from as high up as we aren't"

 

[Kasten]

Suddenly the plane resumed a horizontal, more reasonable flight position as the runway lights became visible in the distance, the befuddled pilots caught on and put down the landing gear. Richard, started trying to slow down the plane without letting it go and getting cut in half by the tail wings. As he approached, the landing gear touched down and took the shock surprisingly well, in fact, the plane didn't need his assistance anymore. Which was good, because as soon as the plane touched down Richard's power ran out, and the momentum of his downward force made him bounce off the roof of the plane, his power exploding him to the side where he crashed through a warehouse, and cratered into the concrete floor. Long before this however, the man was rendered unconcious, in a heap within a five foot crater of twisted metal and blasted concrete. His last thought, was asking Terra if she's okay

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

John looked at Lucia after, wondering what to say. He then felt the plane jerk, and heard the Steward yell somehting that vaguely sounded like they were landing, so he quickly went back to his seat.

John saw the Lich, Zaheer, and Roland all together. He needed to keep that bird close at hand.

"Roland!" John yelled holding out his arm in a perch while putting on his seat belt, "We are landing NOW!"

 

[Cybele]

"Roland! We are landing NOW!"

"Finally!" Roland said, sounding more relieved than he had intended, and flew over to John. "Wait, can this thing even land?" he asked, relief turning into panic, "Oh gods, what if we crash and the fuel catches fire and we all DIE!? There's no way out of here. We're trapped. Trapped!"

He started to look around for an exit. Any exit. Maybe the windows? They were made of glass after all, right? How strong could glass be?

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

"Wait, can this thing even land? Oh gods, what if we crash and the fuel catches fire and we all DIE!? There's no way out of here. We're trapped. Trapped!"

"We won't die!" John said, to both the bird and himself, wrapping himself around the bird and moving into a brace position, "Brace for impact!"

John felt the plane land harder on the front wheels than it was designed to, but by some miracle they didn't break. The plane decelerated, thankfully the plane had a manual breaking system. The landing was bumpy, but they were alive.

John looked out the window, and saw all kinds of police and military vehicles following the plane.

John grabbed his temples, "My supervisor is going to have my balls for this."

The power came back on.

"Thank you for flying Delta airlines. We hope you enjoyed your flight, and have a great stay in London, or where ever your final destination is. Fly with us again."

 

[Cybele]

Roland held his breath and focused on not accidentally pecking John. The plane bumped and rattled as it landed but there was no sound of anything exploding or other such sound you never want to hear during a landing. The bumping ceased and the plane seemed to be slowing. They had landed.

"We're alive?" Roland asked, looking up. "HA! We're alive!" he said happily and flew a few small circles before landing near John again, "Well, most of us anyway."

"My supervisor is going to have my balls for this."

"Considering your two little "incidents" during the flight, one might presume he already did," Roland joked when the lights turned on again.

"Thank you for flying Delta airlines. We hope you enjoy your stay in London, or where ever your final destination is, and fly with us again."

"Not in this lifetime!" the woodpecker said angrily. Next time he'd just hitch a ride on a boat. At least he'd be able to fly away if the boat sunk.

 

[hiei82]

The last thing Terra heard before the plane "landed creatively" and came to a halt, was a mental projection from Richard asking her if she was okay. She was about to answer and thank him, when the link went dead, leaving Terra with a great deal of worry.

"Thank you for flying Delta airlines. We hope you enjoy your stay in London, or where ever your final destination is, and fly with us again.", the automatic recording said in a voice that was far too happy given the circumstances. It hadn't even finished before Terra was out of her seat and to the nearest exit; she needed to find Richard. She took a second to ensure Theon, Seras, and the others in their group were okay, then pushed open the jammed door with a mighty shove. She was sure it would hurt tomorrow, but that would be for tomorrow.

As soon as she was out, she was in the air and following the trail of destruction back to Richard. At first he seemed gone; as though vanished from the world, which left Terra worried. "RICHARD!" she called out, both in mind and with voice, but to no response. It was only by chance she noticed the caved in roof of the warehouse, made noticeable in the dimly reflecting lights of the emergency vehicles rushing to the scene of the disaster. With a swift action, she was through the hole in the roof and to the unconscious Richard.

She checked his pulse - about the only medical technique she knew that would tell her anything, while whispering "You're not allowed to scare me like this Richard." below her breath.

 

[Kasten]

His pulse was steady, but low. He was stable and alive, however it seemed that flying the plane and landing it took up all of his energy for a short while, and he was too exhausted to do anything but rest.

 

[Lunar Templar]

"Thank you for flying Delta airlines. We hope you enjoy your stay in London, or where ever your final destination is, and fly with us again."

Lucia rolled her eyes as she picked her self up off the floor and looked around "Well, we lived, good start." She said as she went to collect her things only to notice all the vehicles out sides "For fucks sake, what now ..."

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

"Considering your two little "incidents" during the flight, one might presume he already did."

John just glared at Roland, put him on the tray table, before getting up and walking to the front of the plane, grabbing the intercom.

"Due to all the events that have conspired today, your all going to have the remain in your seats so the police can get your statements of everything you have seen before your going to be allowed to leave. Now if you co-opperate with us, this will be as quick and pai-"

"RICHARD!"

"Oh for @#$& sake."

John watch Terra rip open the same door, again, and leave out of a moving airplane, AGAIN. "Excuse me, please remain seated, or else."

Again, John ran out the door, and slid down the blown up slide. He slid down, rolled as the plane was pulled back to the terminal. Several of the many armed personal pulled out their weapons on John.

"Freeze! Get your hands on th-," the "MI6" agent started with a slightly forced British accent, "Wait, John, why did you exit-"

"Robert," John said to James, stopping him from revealing anything further to the actual MI6 agents after James dropped his accent, "I need to get that girl that ran from the plane a few second ago. Where is she?"

James signalled to his fellows to lower there weapons, and pointed to a small shack at the end of the runway. John, James, and several other agents "borrowed" a baggage car. John drove to the shack, seeing several other MI6 agents surrounding the half destroyed building, to scared to enter.

"I will take care of this," John said, pulling out his revolver and walking to the still standing door. He kicked it in, walked in, checked the corners, put the gun away, and walked to the crater Richard was in, with Terra sitting over him.

John saw Richards chest was moving, although he looked all kinds of messed up. John got on his knees next to Terra. John put a hand on her shoulder.

"He will be fine," John said, "If you do just as I say."

John looked at the shack around him. Even with the hole in the roof, the building looked stable, and there wasn't anything above them that could crush Richard if the building collapse.

John turned to one of the agents looking through the door, "Get an ambulance, we have a fallen mage here!"

John turned back to Richard, "Hello? Richard! Can you hear me?"

No reaction, Richard seemed to be resting, and most importantly breathing, at very least. Still, John tilted Richard's chin, and listened for breathing.

John gently checked Richard for injuries, feeling up and down Richard's body, thankfully found only a few on the surface, although John did not want to move Richard a lot in case of a broken neck. John did find several places that Richard was bleeding badly from, and his elbow appeared to of popped out of it's socket. John pushed up Richard's shirt and cut off part of his jeans.

"Terran," John said, pretty sure he didn't remember that name right, but no time to worry about that, "Put your hands here", pointing to one of the two largest gashes , "and put as much pressure as you can to stop the bleeding. Do NOT move his head or limbs."

John did the same for the other gash, waiting for the medical team to arrive.

 

[drmigit2]

After healing John, Zaheer had lost most interest he had in this whole plane debacle and sat back down in his seat and began reading a book. Chapter one, the grand opening. Zaheer quietly read in his head as removed all contact with the outer world. Fromanzio would be back soon, but that hardly mattered. He leaned his seat back and stretched his arms out. For the first time in a while he could relax.

"Thank you for flying Delta airlines. We hope you enjoy your stay in London, or where ever your final destination is, and fly with us again."

"Awww, just was getting to the good part too!" Zaheer sighed as he got up and calmly exited the airplane. Fromanzio jumped out of a portal next to him too. "Great, guess relaxing is out."