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

[Lunar Templar]

"I wonder what the other people who were on the plane are doing. Something like that... You don't just walk away from."

"Depends on how much you care about the bigger picture I guess, if some one doesn't care about the world around them then not much you can do about it, though, some of us are kinda railroaded into helping, for various reasons" Lucia replied as she sat down on the bed.

 

[Cybele]

"How did you... you listened with our conversation with the Lich..."

"I may have overheard a thing or two..." Roland admitted and then listened to Clarkson's rather brief explanation of what the PIA was.

"Ask any more, and I will have to kill you."

"Eh? Is that really true or are you just trying to sound cool? Besides, what harm could one little bird do? No one would probably believe me anyway if I told them," he said and pretended to sulk, "Some things do make more sense now," he said though more to himself than Clarkson.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

"Welcome Director Bowl, I am Zal'Teel member of the High Counsel of Jade and Elder of the Gold Brood. The Princess sends her apology's for not being here her self, but she is busy preparing for the High Counsel's visit to the UN for the vote."

"Don't worry," Bowl said, "She will need to be there for some major damage control if we fail. I wasn't going to be here myself, but me and many others from oour headquarters had to come do to various things tying up the majority of our planned forces."

"Would you like the good news, or the bad news first?"

"What is it, what is wrong?" Bowl said quickly, she didn't like being kept in the dark, "Why weren't we informed the second the "bad news" happened?"

 

[Lunar Templar]

"Why weren't we informed the second the "bad news" happened?"

"You are human, I've only just finished briefing Elder Zal'Teer before you arrived" The Bronze sitting across from Zal'Teer said. "Bring the Director up to date then, all of" "S-sir?!" Zal'Teer silenced the Bronze "The humans will find out about The Ancient One sooner or later, and in this case the need to know to aid us" The Bronze nodded and brought the image of the three seals back up for Director Bowl. "Firstly, Cichol and Dr'az, these seals will pose little concern, though care still need to be taken with Cichol's due to it being of the 6th generation. Dr'az being of the 9th will prove no issue at all, barring out side influences mind you." As the Bronze spoke the image of the two seals where moved into view, the pair being identical

"Really, these to are basic stuff, the problem is Wagner" the Bronze then moved Dr'az seal to the side and move Wagner's into replace it, even at a glance a non-magical type could tell that these seals where totally different "Wagner's seal, while still clearly Draconic in origin, is estimated to be pre-gen 1." The Bronze paused a moment, not really comfortable discussing the next bit with a human. "and that means The Ancient One is the one that seal this one away"

Zal'Teer cut in there before Bowl could ask"The Ancient One, the dragon before there where dragons, the oldest of us all and architect of our race as well as Jade it self, and in effect our god. Normally The Ancient One stay's in their lair watching over us or occasionally pulling the council aside to voice its opinion on the current situation." he explained

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

"You are human, I've only just finished briefing Elder Zal'Teer before you arrived"

Bowl glared at the Bronze for that.

"Bring the Director up to date then, all of" "S-sir?!" The humans will find out about The Ancient One sooner or later, and in this case the need to know to aid us"

Bowl smiled under her mask. She is going to get along with this Zal'Teer just fine...

"Really, these to are basic stuff, the problem is Wagner. Wagner's seal, while still clearly Draconic in origin, is estimated to be pre-gen 1...and that means The Ancient One is the one that seal this one away"

Bowl nodded, understanding everything, although who was this...

"The Ancient One, the dragon before there where dragons, the oldest of us all and architect of our race as well as Jade it self, and in effect our god. Normally The Ancient One stay's in their lair watching over us or occasionally pulling the council aside to voice its opinion on the current situation."

"So..." Bowl said, "You don't know how to renew the seal?"

 

[Lunar Templar]

"You don't know how to renew the seal?"

"No, we do not." Zal'Teer said

"The reason being we are wholly unfamiliar with The Ancient Ones runes, messing with them could very well backfire on us" The Bronze added

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

Bowl was afraid of that. The PIA only has so many magic users, none of them know anything about Dragon magic, let alone lost powers of the Ancient One, nor do they have the raw power to make their own seal or just blunt force there way into a solution.

"What was your plan?" Bowl said, "If your people have no idea how to reinforce the seal, what help are mine going to be?"

-Clarkson-

"They don't hand out "right to kill badges" for nothing," Clarkson said, chuckling a bit.

 

[c_westerman13]

-Lucius-

Lucius was still floating around his room, utterly preoccupied by streams of plans and experiments he still needed to finish, when distant bells started to chime eight 'o clock - he hadn't even noticed dawn breaking. He looked around, before deciding he ought to renew his wards and such things before starting the meeting back up. Muttering incantations, he floated into the bathroom, and straightened up his tunic and his sash, before floating out of the room, and down into the foyer, checking his pocket for his spell trigger. Still there, good, that was all good...

 

[Cybele]

"They don't hand out "right to kill badges" for nothing," Clarkson said, chuckling a bit.

"I don't think that means you can just kill anyone you don't like," Roland countered but made a mental note to be a bit more careful around the PIA from now on. Stifling a yawn, his gaze fell on a old clock hanging above the bar.

"8 am already?" he muttered, "Damn, and here I was hoping to look around London a bit more. Oh well, see you at the Ritz. Hopefully they have better food there," Roland said, glaring at the untouched peanut one last time before flying towards the exit.

 

[Lunar Templar]

"If your people have no idea how to reinforce the seal, what help are mine going to be?" Bowl Asked

"Your role remains unchanged" Zal'Teer said to the Director "We will simply place a seal over the existing one while leaving The Ancient Ones seal to eventually fail" He said before turning enough to look her in the eyes "However, unlike the other two seals, where they will be working side by side with our people and weaving your seals in with ours, your people will need to hang back until we can confirm it is safe, and if we do inadvertently break this seal your people will be able to get the word out"

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

Bowl was flabergasted at what she was hearing.

"You been up here and you have yet to confirm if the seal still remains secure or not?" She all but shouted at Zal'Teer, "You are your people been sitting on your mountain doing nothing till we arrived? Until 12 hours ago, we were not asked to help out, what prompted the communication from your end was a completely different matter entirely."

Bowl calmed down a bit.

"We have also come up with a few non-magical forms of defenses, incase our magical seals cannot contain what it took your god to hold," Bowl stated, pulling out some charts, "A metallic structure with meter long spikes pointing down directly at the seals, which will be tipped with platinum-190 to be dense enough to pierce the Dragons skin and a fairly hefty dose of radiation. Above the spikes will be several heavy duty anti-armor mines, tripped by a mass of razor wire. The destruction of this wire mass will alert our forces world wide. The one advantage we have against these prisoners is that they know nothing about our modern weapons, we need to abuse that fact."

 

[hiei82]

[HEADING=2]Fiona[/HEADING]

Fiona was just finishing her second cup of the brew when the first of their party arrived in the foyer; they (supposed) leader - Lucius. Standing, she waved at him to draw his attention. She wasn't sure if he ate or drank still; many Liches ditched the practice after they un-died but others who enjoyed the tastes and still had the ability to taste, retained their love of foods. She doubted the food was good enough for such a Lich, but then coffee was coffee - even a Lich could appreciate the tastes of a well-brewed cup.

Spoiler: If Lucius comes over

When he finally arrived, she smiled and said "Good morning Monsieur. I trust your night was good, if not restful?", remembering the lack of a need for sleep Liches enjoyed.

 

[c_westerman13]

-Lucius-

In the Foyer, Lucius saw the samsarian who'd joined them waving to him, "Good morning Monsieur. I trust your night was good, if not restful?". Lucius smiled knowingly, as he replied to the odd blue creature, "Yes, my night was rather sucessful, I think", He paused, "How about yours?". Lucius' mind, still whirring, was trying to decide whether he could trust this so old of acquaintances as an Ally. He helped himself to a coffee - strong, black, no sugar, and started to sip at it. "Not bad coffee, is it?"

-Rhingyll-

Deciding that his Queen would be ready to recieve visitors now, the sentient zombie ambled towards her audience room - the very fringe of her personal sanctum. As he reached the door, it was sat open - one of the Demonic lieutenants was protesting the lack of bodies in his Vanguard. Rhingyll was glad he wasn't the only member of the Queen's forces who thought they numbered too few, that she put too much stock in her own magicks. Still, he had other news to report, so he took his place at her right hand, and waited for the demon to let itself out...

 

[hiei82]

[HEADING=2]Fiona[/HEADING]

"Yes, my night was rather sucessful, I think. How about yours?" Lucius said as he ordered a cup of coffee. Fiona smiled. "Mine was quite restful." she offered between sips of her own brew. Unlike the Lich, she still needed sleep. That was one of the reasons she'd never become a Lich - she enjoyed sleep far too much to let it go. "So Monsieur Lucius, do you have a plan for the eventual attack on your Rival?" She then reached for her pot of brew to refresh her cup; adding just a little more cream and honey before she drank another sip.

[HEADING=2]Terra[/HEADING]

Terra dreams were a strange blur of colors and feelings as her mind went over the day previous unconsciously. Slowly, she could feel the wall rebuilding around her darker part; though it would still be some time before it was back to full strength. All in all, despite the many problems throughout the day, her dreams were generally positive - thanks in no small part to the return of Richard. Most of her dreams where Richard appeared were good, in part because of they're somewhat... personal nature.

Still, all good things come to an end, and after some unknowable amount of time (at least until she found a clock), she awoke with a start; looking for Richard.

 

[Lunar Templar]

---Italian Alps---
Zal'Teer restrained a growl, but was stopped from commenting by the display of the seal changed, three of the lines glowing a bit brighter "If it was any other seal, your plan would have been fine" a female voice with a light rasp said "How ever, this is MY seal" she said, the owner of the voice was the Ascended Lucia, in her human form, aside the scars, hard light left arm and the left dead eye, and that she looked slightly older, she was more or less identical to the Lucia "And as much as I hate using seals, I'm not about to leave them unprotected" She said as she walked up to the group "These highlighted line, are are spells of my own design. They are designed to detect high concentrations of magic use in close proximity to the seal, then explode, and reduce everything with in a ten mile radius to dust." she said crossing her arms, then turned to Bowl

"Cute toys, but unless your little 'club' has access to Rail Guns, the only one those will work on is Dr'az. Wagner is to to powerful, and your 'assumption' that he is ignorant of human advancement is horribly mistaken" she said, fully knowing what the next line of questions where going to be.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

---Italian Alps---

Bowl scowled.

"Oh, you would be surprised what "our little club" has access to," Bowl said, thinking to their continued developements that put the 8 MJ the US Navy is testing to shame, "You really thought this was going to be our only line of defenses? That was short term of what we could construct today."

"Starting tomorrow, a new containment facility will be constructed on top of this mountain," Bowl started, getting directly within Lucia's face, "All containment sites include 3 10 megaton hydrogen bombs, which would make several kilometers hotter than the sun, and several other goodies I cannot tell you about. If the magic of your God was unable to kill these creatures, or even keep them from learning about the world outside their seals, what good do you think your turn everything to dust spell would do? You would not believe the things we have managed to lock up..."

---London---

Heads.

Never stopping.

Heat.

Never yielding.

Wheels.

Never Listening.

Wings.

Never caring.

Ο φόβος δεν.

John woke up in a cold sweat, only being freed from the nightmare by the alarm clock. John shook his head, pushing the memories out of his mind. The clock read 8:00. Time to get to work. John got up, walked into the bathroom. John took one look into the mirror.

"... ROLAND!" John looked back into the room, but the bird wasn't there. John started to wash his face, only for nothing to come out. A quick cleaning spell also did nothing.

"This couldn't be..." John grabbed his holy water and poured it on his face. The ink lightened slightly.

"I AM GOING TO KILL THAT DEMON!"

 

[Terratina.]

"Depends on how much you care about the bigger picture I guess, if some one doesn't care about the world around them then not much you can do about it, though, some of us are kinda railroaded into helping, for various reasons" Lucia replied as she sat down on the bed.

She looked at the time, she had to go. With a sheepish smile Pegs said, "Well, it's time to catch yet another flight, I'll guess I'll see you around." She then made her way to the airport.

 

[c_westerman13]

-Lucius-

"So Monsieur Lucius, do you have a plan for the eventual attack on your Rival?"

Lucius cringed a little, the misuse of his name somewhat irritating. "You really don't remember much of Rome at all, do you?", Lucius questioned, trying to remain diplomatic, "Monsieur Lucius is about equivalent to Mrs Fiona, but no harm done. As for Arzhela, I have a few plans, yes, though most require everyone taking a visit to some old archives with me. What do you suppose are the chances of that?" Lucius drained his cup, and looked around to see who else was around - no-one, as yet, though it was still early.

 

[drmigit2]

Zaheer/Fromanzio

Zaheer saw little use for Richard and let him have some privacy, instead opting to take a quick break and sleep for once. It was a dull sleep, one that Zaheer was pretty sure he was awake for, his mind constantly racing with spells and incantations. Still, he felt at least a little bit more energetic in the morning and headed over to Lucius's location with Fromanzio in tow.

"Why did we take a rest Master? Fromanzio hasn't seen you do that in...ever! So much wasted time." The clown took a deep breath and prepared himself, realizing John was probably waking up now. "Oh well, there is a fun surprise waiting for the human. Fromanzio left him a present! A masterpiece as we would call it."

"Fromanzio, I sent you to keep us in good relations with his organization. In hindsight that was a terrible idea but still!" Zaheer was visibly annoyed but felt it mattered little in the end. The duo was close to the cafeteria and saw Lucius speaking with a Samsaran. Zaheer spoke first.

"Lucius! Good to see you haven't died yet. I heard we were all gathering here."

"So did Fromanzio!" The clown was visibly excited, Liches were the most interesting people he had met, such unrestrained power without any superiors. He mildly respected them. "So what are we blowing up today? Zombies? Samsarans? Female Liches? Fromanzio must know!"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

It was the start of another day, and the sun had just managed to break through the early morning clouds, somehow still casting a few shadows onto the hotel room where Seras and Theon lay sleeping, cuddled up against one another. Seras's eyes soon blinked into life as they began to ascertain her surroundings; as a quite groan escaped her lips as she tried to pull her head off the pillow, but was still trapped in the throes of sleep.

Eventually she summoned up the strength to lift herself free, and turned around to face the still sleeping shape shifter. Seras smirked as she looked down at herself, and noticed that she wasn't wearing a shirt, it laying somewhere on the floor in a slightly crumpled heap; but fortunately her modesty was still preserved.

"Well well, isn't Theon going to get a surprise when he wakes up." Seras said to herself, her smirk now a smile as she began to gently rock Theon, hoping it would wake him up a bit.

"Wakey wakey sleepyhead. It is now the morning." Seras said softly, and proceeded to kiss Theon on the forehead.