The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rugal

Rugal was in the process of ripping out a Zombie's Spine as Slindis used Turn Undead, clearing the area of the horde, either though vaporisation or just scaring them shitless.
"...Have something for any occasion, don't you?" He joked before wiping his hand off the poor sap he just played Chiropractor to.
In the short lull as the area was cleared, Tori asked him about the T-Virus.
"It's a serum that was designed to create superhuman beings called Tyrants. However, only a small amount of the population are suited for the transformation, I'd be surprised if a single person in this city meet the criteria. And when they don't transform, you get these lovely chaps." He explained to her, nodding his head over to one of the dead on the ground.
"In most cases, infection is fatal, but there have been cases of humans surviving. Therefore, you should be immune, but I'm not an expert, so don't go tempting fate." He warned as he got his bearings.
"The next Device should be down near the train tunnel. come on!"

Glen Park

Back with Sir Bomb McExplody, the timer was starting to run out, at this point, it might be best to do a controlled explosion as there was barely enough time to make sure there wasn't some 3rd Failsafe after the canister release failsafe.


Ganton

"...Let them in." Sweet finally said before everyone got back to work, allowing Devon and comp-
"SHIT! THEY'RE COMING IN FROM ON TOP OF THE BRIDGE!" a semi-whacked out pusher managed to say as a stay group of undead managed to shamble about overhead.
Thanks to the "skillful" repairs, part of the wall above broke right off, allowing them to rain down onto the street, a few landing right on top of the Taxi they were in.

Big Poppa

With a good aim and a crap ton of luck, Shawn's shots hit their marks, one in the tire, one in the man himself.
The dealer recoiled in pain before crashing his car into the side of one of the Rich Folks houses in Mulholland, completely trashing his ride.
The former drug lord crawled out of the car.
"STOP!...JU-JUST DON'T KILL ME! IT'S NOT MY FAULT! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WERE IN THOSE CRATES! I JUST MOVED THEM! IT WAS DEADSHOT! HE'S THE ONE YOU WANT!" He shouted before pulling out the laptop in a attempt to shield himself.
"You want money!? 10 Mil! Name your bank, it's yours, just don't kill me!" He begged, reminding Shawn that his employer wanted all 10 Million back in his account.
By any means.

Downtown Skies: Deadshot

All the while as the city burned below him, the man behind it all watched on from the tallest skyscraper in Downtown.
"Dragon is still chewing up the Force, keeping them busy. Airship moved a bit...think they sent out a Heli...Oh, Black Hawk with .50 Cals, Classy..." Deadshot mused to himself as he watched from afar with one of the tourist telescopes like a excited child.
"Hey, enough with the tourist Bullshit. We going to Ferrio or not?" Officer Frank Tenpenny asked, getting fed up waiting up here.
"Yeah, Yeah, I'll meet you there. I'll hang out here for a while longer, waiting on that Payphone guy to get back to me. Might do a bit of shooting while I'm up here. The contact is in Easter Basin, now get out of here." He dismissively said as he watched the action while C.R.A.S.H. moved out.
He then swung the telescope around over towards Big Poppa's mansion, nothing both the survivors and the trail of property damage Shawn had caused.
"So much for following simple instructions...what do people have against killing each other!?" He asked out loud as he zoomed in on the crash site, waiting to see what Shawn would do next.

 

[StormShaun]

The Lone Wanderer, Shawn.
Location: The now 'revived' Streets.

"Unfortunately my world doesn't run on this money." Shawn smiled under his helmet and he threw a single bottle cap at the ground.

The former Drug Lord could see his masked 'hunter' coming closer, and closer.
Removing his mask Big Poppa could see the face of a young adult, his face looking as if he had fought in many, many wars, not just battles. By this time (And the weird future like mask) Big Poppa should know that this guy isn't a simple killer. "But ahh, you gave me a good chase. I mean no one does that where I come from, they either have a purpose to stand up for. Either that or they are mutated animals or hyped up on psycho." Said the previous hunter.

Shawn then crouched down in front of the injured drug dealer, blocking the view between Deadshot and Big Poppa.
Bringing out a very, very dark weapon, the Ranger could see a scared face on the Poppa. "Okay ... let me get everything straight, some guy phoned me to kill you, everyone in your house and grab that money. Tell me everything about what the hell has happened and who this Deadshot is ... and then maybe I won't have to use it." Shawn revved the Ripper.

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It sounded like a chainsaw except less noisy. From Deadshot's POV he could see the Ripper out, as if Shawn plans to use it. In Shawn's thoughts, he did not want to use it. He only wanted to get all the information on this guy, judge him and then leave with the money inside the laptop to use as a chip. Whatever Big Poppa says might either redeem him and allow him to faint/act death or die with no legs and arms.

 

[Kalastryn]

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After the undead had fled from Slindis, or been outright turned to dust, and the explanation of the virus from Rugal she said. "So... in short, it's a virus that can double at random based on the person as a Symbiont, or kill them and animate their corpse... lovely..." She said sarcastically. Such a thing reminded her of the time one of her friends had a Xachosian Eardweller crawl into his ear. It was a Symbiont that made them smarter, and nearly doubled their spell casting prowess... until the eggs hatched... she didn't want to think about it. Although the idea was growing on her that her and Rugal might be "together" not that she'd ask. After all, balance was definitely something she believed in... the world was filled with dualities, at least at home... some if not most of them caused a positive outcome as well. Best to just watch how this turns out.

 

[bluecrimson]

Rugal

Slindis nodded at the response as they closed on the tunnel. [color=c200]"As Tori can attest to, dying's never so permanent in Eberron. After so much time, you do learn how to take down the undead in more than a few ways if you do travel out."[/color]

She turned to Tori as well. [color=c200]"In case we have to take an alternate way of dismantling this, how much extradimensional storage do you have?"[[/color]

Glen Park

Melethia nodded. "Got ya, Old Blood." Although she moved quickly, she made sure the movements were smooth when she transferred it into the closet and searched through her bags for ways to seal off the room. She didn't want any of that gas escaping.

"So, how will we seal this up?" She said this loud enough for Teri and Ton=Ton to hear.

Ganton

Devon looked at the sky and whistled as Ella sliced off the head of some of the zombies. "Okay, boys, it's time to earn your keep! Burn those zombies to a crisp, and cover the guy next to you when he reloads!"

The Grove Street Boys may have been a bit confused at the man when they saw some small imps teleporting in with some crossbows reeking of sulfur. However, the confusion started fading away when they began firing the crossbows from the roofs of the houses.

Now, normally the crossbow has the major problem of a big reload time much like an old musket. The imps were compensating for this by having a staggered volley to ensure that there was only a small break in the firing. Altough they may have not been used to this, the sheer rate of bolts could stem the tide rather well.

"Where are your wounded?" Devon turned to Sweet and had an arm resting on a messenger bag he was wearing, trying to show he was ready to get down to business.

 

[Kalastryn]

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"Extradimesnional storage? Huh... there is that bag I got when the Coin Lords decided to repay me for all the work I'd done... by making me pay for it." She said as she motioned to the... decently sized sack on her hip. Still, she remembered how pissed she was when she found out they made her pay for her own compensation. It was actually quite the sizable sum too... damn over-glorified tax collectors. Sure they ran the city's trade and made most of the big decisions, but it's still low to siphon money from the person doing you favors. She then yawned and said. "By the way, now might not be the time to ask..." She said, turning to Caim. "but why are you so quiet?" she asked Caim, not knowing the mute was... well mute. She wasn't really paying much attention to where his "voice" was coming from when he had a blade at her throat... and then took a couple punches and a fireball... rather well actually.

 

[bluerocker]

You don't have to post snip when you snip. Putting nothing between [quote *insert stuff here* ] and the [ /quote ] makes an invisible snip. Quite handy, and makes posts a little cleaner.

Glenn Park: Teri | Garm | Ton Ton | Mercy Clarke | Tommy Vercetti

With Melethia's query dropped in the air, Teri wandered over with Garm and Ton Ton in tow and held up her hands, [color=0E59E4]"I think I have an idea... We're gonna need something a little more permanent, but it will buy us some time."[/color]

Taking a cross necklace out of a pocket, Teri held Sadei in one hand and the necklace in the other as she began chanting in her usual blend of Celestial and Aquan before calling up several galleons of water (16 galleons to be exact), caused it to float and adhere itself to the door and then slapped the floating water with a hand, causing it to freeze over the door.

Teri cast Create Water, Control Water and Shivering Touch; which did the effects above. Create Water makes 2 galleons of water per level, Control Water enables her to levitate said galleons of water, and Shivering Touch sucked the heat from it, freezing it.

Control Water lasts 10 minutes/level, or in Teri's case, 80 minutes. Shivering Touch lasts Round(six seconds)/level, or 48 seconds.

24 Seconds till the next 0 Level Spell
36 Seconds till the next 3rd Level Spell
24 Seconds till the next 4th Level Spell

With a sigh of relief, Teri took a step back and looked between Tommy and Melethia, [color=0E59E4]"Okay, that gives us about... 48, no make that 46 seconds of time before that ice melts. Hopefully, my magic will recharge by then. Otherwise, we need to permanently close it off, right?"[/color]
Being as she was so focused on helping out with the bomb job, Teri did not notice as another touched her mind, a fact that Dimitri DID in fact notice and file away as an alert on the Tablet's display; to be noted when his Lady next looked at it's screen...

In the meantime, Ton Ton heard a familiar voice in his mind from the Angelic Wars... Another Author... Tapping his ring, he 'called out', [color=15650D]"Ton Ton here. I'm with Ms. Teri and Ms. Melethia; as well as a delivery girl and a Tommy V something. It's hard for me to pronounce... Is that Mr. Jake?"[/color]

In The Skies: Angelus

As Angelus fended off other attacks against herself for the sake of buying the others time, She heard Jake's call in her mind, saw the chopper he was piloting and 'sent' back with the ring's power, "Well, that was a voice I never thought I'd hear again.... And I smell fox. Is Akane with you as well? The girl could make some use getting rid of some of these insects and their feeble attempts at stinging my hide! Not that I couldn't handle them, but they are rather irritating regardless...."

Yup, Angelus hadn't change since Jake last saw her. Still full of her draconic pride, if somewhat a bit more open to team action?

East Los Santos: Caim | Slindis | Rugal | Lucieon | Tori

When Slindis made her comment regarding undead, Caim only cracked his (in)famous pre-battle expression [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2016/27-dg2-caim-face.jpg] and swapped weapons to a shining green blade [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2036/24-chaptertensucks31.jpg] before going to town on the nearest zombie, his expression turning a little miffed when the rest of the horde disappeared.

"So the point in asking if I could deal with undead was....?"

Regardless of Caim not being able to get his surfeit of battle, he listened to Rugal's explanation of the T Virus carefully and kept that thought in mind. Unfortunately, that meant his usual tactics would not apply here. Caution was key if he wanted to leave this battle sane... Whatever degree of sanity Caim had left. As they charged onward to the next point of interest, Jake's mental calling filled his mind and the warrior's battle face slipped back into place,

"So that disappearing, sorry student of mine comes crawling back... Doing well in the air, I take it?"

Even with the slightly demeaning language, Jake could hear a tinge of joviality in Caim's 'voice' as he addressed the airman.

And that was when Tori asked about his, well, mute condition. With a turn to the monk, Caim stuck his tongue out and showed the brand of his pact on his tongue [http://www.rpgfan.com/pics/dod/art-003.jpg] and the PDA on his side spoke up for him,

"I do not know if your realm has the concept of pacts, but mine cost me my voice. In exchange the life I was about to lose was spared, and I was granted power that rival armies in my realm. You'll see that soon enough... As for the machine on my side, it communicates in my stead. Even if it's not 'my' voice being spoken from it, it does the job."

He motioned to the machine and shrugged,

"It's better than the taking everything I think and spinning it her way."

He gave a light smirk when he heard Angelus in his mind, "Only because your thoughts are not properly connected aside from 'stab this' or 'kill that'. I have to act as translator."

Of course, Katori didn't know that. Why was he smiling? What dragon was he talking about? There was a dragon at all? It'd certainly explain some of the noise she heard at the docks....

Ganton: Cadolbolg | Devon | Ella | Jenny

When Cadolbolg saw the imps begin firing shots at the zombie hoard, he flew from Devon's shoulder and took in a deep breath before trying to do as he had seen his mother do before, fire off homing shots at the zombies. Well... Unlike the dragon with literally several millenniums worth of life under her belt, Cadolbolg had barely pushed a single year. His attempt did shoot out a few small fire balls at once, but unlike his mother's precision, he had brought to the table a miniature rapid fire of sorts. Three shots in succession, to be exact. Now, while each shot was not as potent as a single fire ball, they were much quicker than his usual rate of fire; and set a single zombie in the ranks aflame! One down, many more to go..... With an excited turn, Cadolbolg cried out, "Did you see that, Friend Devon?!"

Airship Rising Dawn: Red Mage | Akane | Jake | A.I. Vermillion

"Duly noted, Jake. I shall guard the Dawn while you and the others are away..."

As Jake flew off with Akane, the turrets remained trained on Red Mage, and the AI decided that she might as well try to get some sort of reasoning out of Red Mage. With her gaze upon him she asked, [color=FF5349]

"Why have you returned, Red Mage? Is there some sort of goal you seek here?"

[/color]

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rugal

A minute of jogging though the chaotic streets later, Rugal managed to find the last bomb inside the train tunnel and instantly went on his knees and opened it up.
It was of the exact same make as the one in Glen Park, He should know, he sold them!
"Shit, a Infector Mk2. I told him to get rid of these things, but Nooooo...Right..." He said as he checked the timer: 5 minutes left.
"Right, we have some time left, but we need to hurry. Any ideas, anyone?"

Ganton

Sweet was too busy watching the sudden army of Imps with Crossbows and the little baby dragon take down the incoming horde to notice Devon even talking to him.
"...back...yard...of my house...the basketball court..." He mumbled as several of his Ghetto friends watched in awe and disbelief
"Man...Last time I smoke weed and water (PCP)..." Mused one as the Imps reloaded and got ready to fire again.
Still, some prompting from their leaders later, they got back into "Formation" and fired at the hoard whenever the Imps reloaded.

Big Poppa

Big Poppa had his eyes on the Ripper as beads of sweat ran down the sides of his head.
"....OKAY! Okay! I'll Talk, just...please..." He pleaded as he put the suitcase down on the ground.
"Deadshot...He's this hired assassin type, Never misses a kill, He asked me to move some stuff for him to San Fierro and Los Santos. I think he was the one who set off those bombs in the Ghetto. That's all I know!
...
WAIT! I got his appearance! Hold on!"
He then pulled out his phone and brought up an Artist's representation of the man himself.

Spoiler: Image

Downtown Skies: Deadshot

All the while, Deadshot was watching, annoyed by not being able to hear what was going on.
"Come on...What's taking ya?..."
He then noticed the sheer lack of blood splatter coming from the dealer that Shawn was "Killing".
"...Spic Bastard is spilling the beans..." He realized as he got off the Telescope and went for one of his rifles, settling on the classic Barrett M82.
"Alright smart guy. You got the story. Now what?..." He asked him as he turned on his Eye-Scope and and zeroed in on this targets.

Glen Park

Back with the second bomb, They managed to seal the explosive away just in time for it to detonate.
0:03
0:02
0:01
0:00
A Hissing could be heard from the other side of the door.
...
...
...
But not a single bit of the the Toxic contents were able to get out before they became inert in the air, the Ice being able to hold the door long enough.
By the time the Ice Broke, all the gas had faded.

 

[StormShaun]

The Lone Wanderer, Shawn.
Location: The now 'revived' Streets.

Grabbing the sheet of appearance which Big Poppa drawn, Shawn was amazed with his artistic ability. The only paintings he had seen was from books and wondering around the DC area. "Pretty amazing, reminds me of a comic-book characters. You should consider becoming a comic artist. You'd get a good amount of cap ... cash." He recollected his knowledge of pre-war history.

Placing the art and laptop in his invisible inventory, Big Poppa could see the paper and computer poof into thin air. Curious, Shawn said only one thing, "I have no idea what happens either." He said as these items appeared on top of Big-Poppa.

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Placing the Blood pack on top of Big-Poppa and placing the pre-war money in one of his pockets, Shawn smiled at the former drug lord. "Thanks for the information, I'll handle Deadshot from here. I'll be placing this blood pack here ... I usually use them for medical treatment or something to trade with cani-... 'vampires' I guess. And this-" Shawn eyed towards the Pre-War money in the pocket.

"In my time that is Pre-war money, all you need to know is that it will probably be worth a lot in this time. Other then that, use this money to get yourself a good life, move to a rural region and maybe become a comic artist ... just don't get involved with crime or evil anymore. I mean, even I have my problems for being at one end of the extreme moral scale and I hunt bad people for a living ... and you don't want more coming after you. So consider my warning to be fair. BUT-" A killer's glare came from Shawn's eyes, as if it contained a spell which releases a rain shower of blood, death and lead.

"Work with me here, act as if you were being cut apart. Flail around as this plunges into the blood bag, and I'll angle it so it looks like I'm cutting deeper ... after a while just lay flat dead and try to act dead ... or faint. Otherwise our mural friend might kill you immediately." The smile never left the killer's face, it was a kind and gentle smile ... nothing like his eyes.

From Deadshot's point, he could see a lot of actions, then Shawn placed his helmet back on and suddenly the Ripper was raised and plunged suddenly into Big Poppa (The blood pack). The blood simply sprayed as it would if you stabbed a man with a chainsaw, the blood leaked onto the ground and sprayed onto Shawn. Big Poppa flailed like a fish out of the water, but it looked like the blade was piercing into him and soon ... he stopped moving.

Getting up, Shawn turned around and the red glow from the helmet shot directly at Deadshot.
Even though Shawn had no idea where he was.
But another sudden action happened, the ranger pulled out the laptop from nowhere ... showing to the invisible Deadshot he has it. Another second, it was gone.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

In the meantime, Ton Ton heard a familiar voice in his mind from the Angelic Wars... Another Author... Tapping his ring, he 'called out', [color=15650D]"Ton Ton here. I'm with Ms. Teri and Ms. Melethia; as well as a delivery girl and a Tommy V something. It's hard for me to pronounce... Is that Mr. Jake?"[/color]
In The Skies: Angelus | Jake | Akane
"G'day Ton Ton, ya guessed right! Moving over to support the Grove Street, once we get a secure base I can start ferrying troops around. Angelus, I'll task Akane to you now. Be warned, she's a bit huffy for lack of a better word. Caim, good to hear from you too. Skies are clean at the moment. Fuck I hate choppers, but they are so useful. Spellcaster 1-1 out."


Turning his head, he looked at Akane. "Hey Akane, Angelus asked for some support. Think you could lend a flame?" he asked.

Akane nodded, grabbing the doorframe and launching herself out of the chopper and into the open skies. A flash and her tails ignited, propelling her along. Jake watched as she took off, a streak of fire and flame heading towards the red dragon above the streets of the city. Returning his gaze to the front, he brought the chopper lower to the city. He was near Ganton and Grove Street. Scanning around, he could see the bridge covered in zombies but thinning rapidly. He grinned and thumbed the trigger. The twin .50cal gunpods spat death across the bridge, turning zombies into half zombies and little bits and chunks as he made a pass over it. Coming around, he nodded at the damage the pass had caused, letting the friendly forces finish off the remainder. He brought the Black Hawk into a hover over the street and descended, gently settling down on the pavement of the cul-de-sac.

Meanwhile, still in the air, Akane had a grim look upon her face. She roared past the dragon, spilling fireballs in her wake on the gunmen below, burning several. She pulled an elegant loop before landing at one end of the street, drawing her sword and readying a fireball in her off hand.

"Draw them to me Angelus. Let's finish this."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Ganton

If the Imps where a massive hallionation, then a fucking Black Hawk Helicopter was...well, Actually kinda likely.
"CJ! MAN! That Nigga always running around blasting shit!" Sweet exclaimed as he walked over to the landed Helicopter to greet what he thought was his Brother, Carl Johnson.
"CJ! YOU CRAZY ASS PILOTING MOTHERFU....Oh....Shit, though you were some other Grove Boy. Still, Thanks for blasting them fools." The Leader of Grove Street said to Jake as he got out of the Black Hawk.

Meanwhile, Jenny was finally ready to get out of the Taxi, Between the massive Arrow Barrages and the fly by that Jake did, she found it to be the safest place to hide ironically.
"WOOOOOOOOOOO! YEAH! YOU GO! W00T!" she shouted as she got out of cover, clearly deafened by being so close to the .50 Cal Gunfire.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Ganton

Jake got out of the Black Hawk and threw a salute to Sweet. "Happy to be a help mate! JENNY! JENNY OVER HERE! How are you? C'mon, jump in and we'll go round up the others!" Jake said and shouted, adrenaline pumping now, his Aussie accent shining through thick. It seemed the Grove was safe for now...

 

[bluecrimson]

Rugal

Slindis gave a curt nod. [color=c200]"This is going off a simple idea, but here's the plan. Tori, we'll put it in your bag. Should the gas decay as quickly as Rugal says, we should be fine."[/color]

Glen Park

-Waiting for Ninja to post-

Ganton

Devon moved over to the area when he heard the gunfire. "Thanks for getting here on such short notice, Jake. We have some wounded here, I'm on my way to start patching them up. Maybe you could help them set up some chokepoints and defenses?

Now, I don't believe I caught your name, but I'll cover you while this is going down. My little friends could keep up a good watch, enough to give your guys some time to get some sleep. And if nothing else, I'd like to think I'm a good musician if you need to relax." With that, he made his way to the wounded men area to see what the full extent of the situation was there.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

The Lone Wanderer, Shawn.
Location: The now 'revived' Streets.

"Thatta boy." Deadshot remarked as he watched Shawn "Murder" Big Poppa before taking the Laptop.
He took his eye from the Scope of his rifle and pulled out his radio, transmitting to Shawn's Pip-Boy on Deadshot FM.
"Well, Ding Dong, the prick is dead. Good going kid, I see sunshine and hookers in your future. Now, Open up the laptop and follow the instructions I'm about to send to you. Shouldn't take more than a minute to send my money back to me. Try to screw me over? I'll show you why I'm called Deadshot, Capisce?" He sent over the radio before adding in a note that had step by step instructions to wire back his money to his account.
It was so easy, even a 1 Intelligence Vault Dweller could do it!

Ganton

"WHAT?! Jenny shouted as she walked over to Jake as Devon checked out the Wounded.
"WOW! THOSE GUNS ARE REALLY LOUD, AREN'T THEY?!" She cheerfully shouted as everyone in the 'Hood seemed extremely confused by the current events.
"SO HOW ARE YOU AND AKANE?! BEEN A WHILE, THINK SINCE THE BLUE DRAGON!?" she added, referring tot that space battle against Tomoya.

Meanwhile, Devon checked the wounded, most of which seemed to be Zombie bites and scratches, many of them looking infected.
Strangely though, even the more high risk cases seemed extremely calm and laid back, thanks in no part to the large amount of Weed that they found buried in Ryders backyard.
If they were going to die, they were going to die with a smile on their face.

 

[StormShaun]

The Lone Wanderer, Shawn.
Location: The now 'revived' Streets.

Receiving the note with the instructions, Shawn gave a thumbs up to the watchful Deadshot.
On Shawn's end he could think of multiple things to do. From blowing up the laptop to sending the cash to multiple places over the world. The objective here was to kill Deadshot, to remove him from the world. To do that though he actually needs to get closer to him, from this situation he would just get shot and possibly just lose everything.

"(Fine, I'll play monkey just like I did with House and Caesar. And we all know what happened to both of them.)" He remembered the death of those two. The take over of The Lucky 38, Shawn shot Mr. House directly in the head ... his old body wasn't going to last long. Caesar died in his tent, surrounded by his guards. these were the events that led Shawn's site to victory.

The NCR, Brotherhood of Steel and The Followers. It was because of Shawn that they teamed up, even if they didn't know, he was the one pulling their strings. At some point he was going to organize and form them into one single faction led by yours truly. One point in time, he was going to not just unite and save American ... but do the same to the world.

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> 1. [60 Science] I'll play along for now, I'll keep tabs on this money though.
2. [70 Science] I'll do the good thing, but lose his trail.
3. ALL TO PAPA! *Keep money*
4. I'll try to kill him.
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Sighing due to the injustice he may cause, once again he took a gamble just like many times before.
Imputing the data and information from the note, Shawn decided to side with Deadshot for now. Even if he has to place an evil mask upon himself for now. "I will stop ... and kill him." Shawn made a pact to himself, which was etched into his very soul.

The money was sent straight off, but it carried a small bug. Only a person experienced with computers and science could only see it. A rope to pull in-case he needed it. After putting the laptop away Shawn gave the single to say that it was done.

 

[bluerocker]

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In The Skies: Angelus | Jake | Akane

"Draw them to me Angelus. Let's finish this."

The dragoness gave a dark chuckle, "Good, I'd rather not play 'bait' any longer."

With a harsh flap of her wings, Akane could see that the proud dragon's hide was riddled with what looked like worm holes, sparse amounts of blood already drying over them. It was going to be a ***** to get those out later on... Still, Angelus looked ready to fight on, regardless of whatever pain she must have been feeling at the time. With a careful aim to a gunman, she shot a stream of homing fire and knocked down the offending target with a heavy laugh, and looked over to Akane, "There are plenty more where those came from. I do hope you do not mind getting your robe a bit dirty..."

The joke was probably to ease the tension more than to spite the kitsune. After all, the mighty dragon was looking a tad on the wary side. Then again, if she had been fighting for so long; who knows what all she had faced up to that point? Or for that matter, just how many bullets were resting in her skin...

East Los Santos Caim | Slindis | Rugal | Lucieon | Tori

As the others talked among themselves about how best to deal with the bomb, Caim leaned against a wall of the tunnel, his breath getting heavier as they waited around for ideas. His chest was burning as they spoke about the bombs; and Caim silently ticked off in his mind another reason that he was glad the PDA spoke for him instead of his own voice. No breath required. Otherwise, it may have ticked off the other party members that something was wrong with him; or in this case, give off the wrong impression. It was not his own pain he was feeling at the moment... Instead, he forced his thoughts to Jake again, "Heh heh. Sound just like the last time I talked to you... Remind me again why you hate helicopters exactly?"

Ganton

With the zombies well out of the way, Cadolbolg fluttered over to Jake and did what had become something of a standard greeting to members of the Rising Dawn; landed on his head. With a waved claw, Cadolbolg said, "Hullo! I remember you! Father used to train you, right? Friend Jake, I think? Something along those lines...."

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

In The Skies: Angelus | Jake | Akane

"Clothes are replaceable, Allies not so much." Akane said as she entered a run, her sword flashing in one hand as she cut down several gunmen on the way. Only a handful remained, and now that they were being attacked on the ground their fire stopped harassing the Dragon. It turned down from the skies and towards Akane's new position, letting her count just how many she was up against.

One fireball arced neatly over a barricade and a gunman screamed, his life ending in blue foxfire. Two gunmen poured shots at her, allowing the third remaining man to retreat to them. Akane snorted. She sheathed her sword and summoned a fireball in each hand. She stepped out into the open as the goons reloaded their weapons, bringing both hands together and sending a lance of fire straight at them. Three heads popped up with rifles raised... To meet their doom. The lance of fire hit the table they were hastily using as cover and roiled over it, engulfing both the table and them in flames.

Satisfied she had killed those troubling her friend, she took off and formed up with the wounded dragon.

"Red, I believe I have cleared this area. Where are we, we need to regroup. And it looks like you need Aftan or Teri's help." She stated, more forceful than the Dragon had ever heard her. Something was not right with the foxgirl indeed...

Ganton
"Been good Jenny! Well, been I dunno where I been but we can figure that out when the city isn't on fire and trying to nom our faces off! Get in the chopper and we'll go get the others, alright?"

Jake grinned as Cadolbolg landed upon his head. "G'day mate, got it in one! I remember youse lot like it was yesterday. Odd to see you without your Pact Partner Ton Ton though, Cadolbolg. Hang on, incoming call, from hah, funnily enough, your father."

Jake answered Caim as he got Jenny and Cadolbolg into the Black Hawk and began takeoff. "You sound distracted Caim. Surely you haven't run out of things to kill? And I hate choppers because they work on two principles: 1) they only fly because they are so ugly they repel the Earth, and 2) they work by having a million moving parts, all trying to move in the opposite direction to each other, held together by Human stupidity or engineering depending on your veiwpoint. Now, I'm airborne, on my way to pick you guys up. Be there in 5."

 

[bluerocker]

In The Skies: Angelus | Jake | Akane

"Red, I believe I have cleared this area. Where are we, we need to regroup. And it looks like you need Aftan or Teri's help." She stated, more forceful than the Dragon had ever heard her. Something was not right with the foxgirl indeed...

Angelus gave a stubborn snort of her own, clearly gritting her teeth through her pain, "I am not a wyrmling, Akane. I can go further. But, regrouping sounds like an idea. I should not shift till my wounds are cleaned. I do not know if my mortal vessel could survive this..."

With a small grunt, the dragon pumped her wings after the kitsune and said, "I can sense my fool of a pact partner this way. Let us get going then..."

As she tried to ride on the hotter winds to minimize the use of her wings, she called out, "You seem on edge yourself. Did something happen in coming back here?"

Ganton

Cadolbolg tilted his head in curiosity, and said to Jake, "Father said that I needed to stay with Friend Devon, and Friend Devon is where I need to be. As for Friend Ton Ton, I know he's with Friend Teri and Friend Melethia. So I know he's safe!"

With another happy wave, the little turtle saw his way out of the helicopter and coasted back to the Ganton camp to see what Devon was up to.

East Los Santos Caim | Slindis | Rugal | Lucieon | Tori

Caim smirked at Jake's remark and 'sent' back, "You're starting to sound like the dragon... For the moment, I have. We're working out how to deal with some kind of bomb that releases the gas that creates these undead. The usual sort of nonsense...."

After 'saying' this, he winced, feeling the same as the dragon did as she brought her bulk towards the group's location.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

In The Skies: Angelus | Jake | Akane
Akane laughed harshly. "No Angelus, no wyrmling are you. Just a stubborn, prideful dragon. Lead the way to your partner. How long have I been gone? Tell me... When was the last time you saw or spoke to Aftan and Gabrielle? Why can I not feel them? Why are their spirit's NOT HERE?"

Ganton Skies
Jake waved to Cadolbolg as he flew out on his own mission. Little bugger had grown up, hadn't he... But enough thinking of that. The Black Hawk swooped in low over the city to minimize exposure to higher threats, and keep forces on the ground with a hard shot at the moving helicopter.

"I'll have to change me tune then Caim, can't steal Angelus' spot. Sounds like you're bored then, letting the others deal with it as is their areas. Watch for the skies, I don't know exactly where you are. A sign, or a flare, smoke, preferably not quite explosions so I can land and get youse all."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn | Coast | Los Santos
Time: Day​

Red Mage

Red Mage stood in the cockpit long after Jake and Akane left, his eyes transfixed upon the the city before him. He was looking outward, seeing something that he was greatly disturbed by. In fact, he was staring at something that made him shudder. There were Undead inside the city of Los Santos. Not merely just the human-made zombies, but a member of the lost Undead. A wanderer. A person touched by fire.

After he worked his thoughts into order he turned his back on A.I. Vermillion's turrets and started to walk back to his room aboard the ship, his hair swirled around him, and his brow was furrowed in thought. His eyes stared long and hard at the floor as he walked, and inside his mind little cogs were turning. Cogs that he had no idea even existed. Soon enough her reached his room and slammed open the sliding door. titania opened half of an eye to look at him, still groggy from her nap.

"What's gotten you into such a fervor?" she asked, her voice was soft and sweet as silk, beckoning him toward her. The clothe hung loosely on her body, but the fineness of the cloth outlined the shape of her young curves. Her eye still shone the same brilliant alluring green that made his heart sigh.

"I'm leaving for a while, please take care of the ship and the people on it," he grabbed his redwood staff from the wall and pulled an old cloak from the dresser, swirling it around him. Then he plucked a spare hat from the closet and planted it on his airy white hair, "and by that I mean don't kill any of the humans."

Then in an instant he vanished into nothingness.

Titania blinked, still half-asleep.

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Spoiler: Epilogue for Kyre

Midas
Location: Candor | Central Human Kingdoms
Time: Autumn 1140 A.D.​

Weth 'Belrose' Cwanuld

The night wore long again, and the wine ran short. Weth leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, his white hair trailed around him and fell upon the gentle ruffles of his silk tunic. Blank and white as usual. He grimaced, clenching his left hand around the empty tankard beside him. The iron and wood felt good to touch, it was rough and strong like his own calloused skin. The smoothness of gold and crystal offended him, and he could never rest easy with his fingers holding the silver and gold plates and cups that he was expected to use in the parties that his fellow "nobles" so often threw. He frowned and rubbed his forehead with his right hand, trying to force the splitting headache out of his mind with force. His fingers ran over the two tattoos over his eyes, gold branches outlined with black iron. The crest of his family. Or atleast what used to be his family. The thought brought his migraine racing back into his skull, and his head pounded.

The memories came again, rushing in through a fog of white. His eyes didn't work with him, they blurred the dullness of his chambers until he could swear that she stood in the darkness, staring at him with those cold accusing eyes. Her hair was red, beautiful and soft, and at the same time fierce as the fires that torches Veim's obsidian bark. The leaves had fallen that day as thick as the soot, covering the houses and streets in a swirl of green and black. So many years he had been plagued with his lucid dreams. Every time she was standing before him, the Candorian soldiers held her bound and carted her away. Everytime without fail he had rushed forward, crying, begging forgiveness. His sword fell indiscriminately on his allies, his foes, and the demons that lived inside his mind. The swirling ash and soot covered him and weighed him down, sticking to his armor and skin like hand clawing through the bark of his home. He would reach out his hand and every time he could almost grasp her small hand in his own. But every time she was snatched away from him by jaws of fire, gnashing down upon him. The screams and wails of his lord king and his lady queen. Princess Mycil gutted across the throne room floor.

They promised they wouldn't hurt her. He thought grimly. But they never said that she would be mine to have. It was the last time he had seen her sweet face. And her shocked, unthinking look was burned into his mind by those dreams. I was an outcast. Belrose thought. I was an abomination to everyone. The youngest of the royal family, and an albino. Cursed with the hand of winter and hated by the people of Prybat. The Deathly Lordling, the Withered Prince, the Sin of Veim. But she held me... she loved me. I wasn't an outcast to her. I was family. He had always tried to treat her well. Every time he went into the dark root cities he brought her gifts. Rare flowers that lit up like candles, insects that tended to your household. Even her precious Giant Centipede had been his gift to her.

He cracked open his eyes again and looked out of the window. The night sky was deep and dark, starless and moonless. The natural light of the dark emptiness was drowned out by the glowing city below him. Candor's gross misuse of magic had landed them into wars in the past, and it would continue into the future. The city of light, forever filled with brimming colors and festivities by the crystal magics that they held as life. The two stone walls of the city were the only dark places in his vision. Like dark sentinels they stood, warning against the blackness of the outside, of the uncivilized. No magical lamps hung from the crenulations, only the soft flicker of natural fire marking the shifting of guards.

His heart was miserable, and Belrose closed his eyes again, trying to quiet the pounding in his head. "I'm so sorry..." It was useless though. She was probably dead with the rest of the royal family, and phantoms could give no solace to the living.

"[sub]What are you sorry for?[/sub]" a voice asked from the darkness, as quiet as the south winds. It was soft enough for Belrose to think it his own madness, born from grief and guilt.

He answered without opening his eyes, "For everything... I... only wanted to save you. They were going to sack us no matter what. The machines rolling into the root towns, they destroyed our lines like a rokh cuts through budlings. I only wanted to keep her safe... but they tricked me," he placed both hands on his face and massaged his eyes, "I'm such a gullible fool."

Two soft hand clasped his own and lifted them from his face. At first he was confused, but then something pressed against his lips. Soft as a cloud and as sweet as nectar. Belrose opened his eyes and stared into the darkness. Strands of long red hair fell on his face, a woman was standing over him, her left eye was a bright as the lights in the street below, a brilliant emerald that shone more fiercely than the stars and more sweetly than the nightingale's song. The woman before him had no right eyes, where it should of lay was an obscure blackness, a strange piece of metal that hid an empty socket. There was cold steel at his throat, and she was kneeling on his lap. "And you are sorry," she whispered.

Belrose nodded and felt the knife cut into the fragile skin on his neck as he did, drawing a few rivulets of blood.

"And you would repent by offering your life back to Veim?"

What a strange hallucination. Belrose thought, his head still filled with nightmares and wine. But he answered the phantom all the same, "My life I give gladly. My life is as broken as Prybat. My knights do not listen to me, and the other lords scoff at my propositions. I am noble in title only, a prisoner in this city. Had I the courage, I would have taken my life the moment I saw her captured."

Strangely the cold steel lifted from, his neck, scraping a few hairs from his facial stubble as it did. Again the phantom kissed him, this time with greater existence. When the phantom lifted her lips from his she whispered to him something familiar that stirred the bottom of his heart, "Do you, Weth Belrose promise to stand by me whether the sky if filled with stars or fire? Will you stand with me when the branches rot and turn to ash? Will you stand beside me forevermore until you are dismissed by death? Will you protect me? And should you fail, will you take your own life? Will you, rise as my knight and protector, love me always and hold me when the darkness falls, when the last fire burns to embers and the eternal snows cover our world?"

Belrose opened his eyes fully, the wine shaken from his head by those calm cool words. "Lady Kyre," he muttered, finally recognizing her face, and the tattoos that they shared upon their brow. Tears came to his eyes and ran down his face, despite his best efforts to bite them back. "Lady Kyre, I have never left your service."

"Then by the power of Veim and the royal line whom tends him, I renew your vows, bastard of winter. My dear uncle."

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Rugal's Group
Time: Day​

Lucieon | Caim | Slindis | Rugal

With the sudden appearance of mindless undead, Lucieon raised Estoc to his hand and prepared to defend himself. His limited magicks would not be able to fight so many of the unfeeling creatures, and without the bonfire's blessing he doubted that he could sustain too many hits without turning into a hollow creature himself.

He bit his lip and left the fighting and navigation to his allies while he tried to think of a way out of the situation.

 

[bluerocker]

In The Skies: Angelus | Jake

Angelus grimaced at the thought. When had they last seen Aftan or Gabrielle? In that warped form of Mark's mind, it seemed... With a heaving sigh, she shook her heavy head and tilted the angle of her wings as she spoke; hoping to get another burst of hot air just right for her gliding, "The last I recall seeing you or Jake, was at the station in space, celebrating our victory in the Angelic War. It has been a time since we have last seen you, at least, from the Mortal perspective... Several months, perhaps?"

She adjusted her wings a second time before she continued, a faint shiver of pain circulating through the dragon as she recounted their status, "As for Aftan and Gabrielle, the last we saw of them was 3 days time. We were in some dimension, later determined to be the Author Mark's mind. There, we were forced to play parts in a faux school house. Many were brought down to the appropriate age as students, while others were made out to be teachers. If I recall correctly, Gabrielle and Aftan were made as students. But, I'm afraid their condition cannot be properly accounted for after we left that place. The circumstances of our departure were, well, odd. I do not even know what caused us to end up there, much less leave... However, neither of your companions came with us, as far as I know. Perhaps they ended up in another realm, perhaps they are hiding on the airship we call our home. Either way, they have not been found.... I am sorry, Akane..."

Angelus maintained her silence then, allowing her words to process in the distraught Kitsune's mind. At the very least, the young woman could count upon the red dragon for her honesty, even if it was hard to swallow.

East Los Santos Caim | Slindis | Rugal | Lucieon | Tori

Caim wandered out of the tunnel a bit as he heard Jake in his mind, and answered back, "I'm not bored so much as I am wanting this to be done with. I want to see my sons. I know I got their status reports, but... Seeing it is better than just hearing it. Do you understand? As for watching the skies, I already sense Angelus homing in on us. Now... For a signal? Look for lightning."

Looking down at the green blade before him, Caim looked up at the sky, and thrust the blade into the air; causing purple shafts of electricity to rain downward and then dissipate,

"Clear enough for you?"