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

[bluecrimson]

[color=c20000]"Khyber-taken bloodsuckers... You're not even good for a single thing, so keep your distance from me!"[/color]

"Ma'am, would you kindly step this way please?..." the apparent leader of the unit asked as her sisters soon circled the group, a few of them eagerly taking the safeties of their weapons, letting her know that it wasn't open to debate.

Slindis calmly put her drink on the counter and shook Puce's hand, placing a small ring in it before heading to the Strike Witches. Something about that reaction from the girls was extremely odd, and heading with them could lead to some more information as long as she took care. [color=c20000]"You can put those weapons down right now. I'll head with you, so no need to be hotheaded."[/color] As she went closer to the group, she rubbed her left arm in a nervous fashion. Hopefully this didn't prove to be the wrong choice, but opening hostilities would clearly be the wrong move as the rest of the group would have their cover blown.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

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Again, will edit if requested

"....This way..." The leader said as Slindis was led out the back of the Bar into the alleyway behind it, Her backup following close behind.
The Barman just ignored everything like it was another day at the office, which it sorta was.
The downpour persisted as The Drow and The Witches stood outside.
"......So I heard you don't like Mosquitoes around these parts?......" The leader said, causing a brief chuckle from one of her unit.
"Well....Granted, they are annoying, but...at times...They have their uses..." She said as she revealed her vampire fangs, cueing for the other's to go so too.
"Guess the next round is on you again..." She said before they all pounced at once, moving with great speed.

 

[bluecrimson]

"Guess the next round is on you again..." She said before they all pounced at once, moving with great speed.

Slindis drew two rapiers from her sack with alarming speed and swiftly skewered two of them through the heart. The Strike witches were shocked by this: they hadn't expected any kind of fight from the girl. The slight pause gave Slindis time to touch her left arm, blanketing the area in a dense fog. She used her hearing to pinpoint where the others were and pierced through the chests of two more. The remaining ones went to pounce on her and bit the girl's arm only to find that this redhead was far more armored than she appeared before she was the next victim of the redhead's rapier.

[color=c20000]"How many others have you killed to keep your cover?"[/color] Slin rolled to another area of the fog, and her armor provided little sound. She kept focused on the battle at hand, listening for any rustling or movements from the rest of the group.

 

[mcpop9]

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"If people want me out of power, oh well. I'm the one in control with all of the witches and vampires. Besides, if they were upset with me i'd erase memories and let them continue their lives happily. I really got tired of loosing people, so i made everything peaceful." He said pressing a button and a table rose up in the hall of a room. "Rip is cooking majority of the main meal herself. please, take a seat Kazuya."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Into action

Though Kyre has kept silent when Slindis was apprehended, when the smoke bomb went off, the anti-mage dashed outside. She wielded Fang and Talon and her null-magic field was in full affect, turning the witch's jets into dead weight.

Kyre leaped over the fallen bodies and followed Slindis, tracking her by her holy magic. There was darkness here, and that made it easier to see the light. For once, the Emerald Silence wasn't trying to eradicate the holy glow.

BlackHarte warbled softly, trying to broadcast their location back to Puce and the Rising Dawn.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

[color=c20000]"How many others have you killed to keep your cover?"[/color]

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The Leader was rather shocked at the fact someone fought back, let alone killed some of her sisters.
She was about to blow Slindis away with her BFG Rifle until Krye showed up.
Once The leader entered the field's range, she fell backwards, Leg jet's froze and her rifle made her fall over, now laying on-top of her, preventing her from getting back up.
"WHAT IS THIS!? WHAT IS GOING ON!? GET. THIS. THING. OFF. ME!" She hissed as she struggled to move the heavy weapon off her 15 year old frame, no magic, no super strength.
"Oh lord....When the Big Sister's show up, They'll fucking tear your insides out and feed on your soul!! You'll wish you paid us tribute!"

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Kazuya moved from where he was sitting to the dinner table, A waiter bringing over his drink as he did.
"But if that does happen, will you be so quick to give up power? That is the issue..." He said as the first of the dishes arrived.
Kazuya watched as a Bowl full of Blood Sausages was laid out in front of him.
"....Rip certainly knows a lot about the Culinary arts for a Soldier..."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Mercy? There is not such thing.

"WHAT IS THIS!? WHAT IS GOING ON!? GET. THIS. THING. OFF. ME!"

Kyre stopped and turned toward the source of the noise. What she found was a small girl in the most unsuitable of uniforms, laying on the ground and being crushed to death by a large cannon. The Emerald Silence paused, killing girls was beyond even an assassin. That is until...

"Oh lord....When the Big Sister's show up, They'll fucking tear your insides out and feed on your soul!! You'll wish you paid us tribute!"

Bloodlust and hatred struck her eye. "Thy life is forfeit, young magician," Kyre whispered. She pulled a small vial from her belt and uncorked it. The inky liquid smelled like flowers. The Anti-Mage tossed the vial onto the pinned vampire, and she instantly burst into startlingly ferocious green and blue flames. "Be silent, be purified," Kyre said to the witch before resuming her chase of Slindis.

 

[Sithmorack]

Shadow was now in Chicago driving around randomly in HOPES of finding the recon group. He was just going by a bar when he heard.

"WHAT IS THIS!? WHAT IS GOING ON!? GET. THIS. THING. OFF. ME!"

Shadow stopped the motorcycle and hopped off, only to see a bright green and blue fire burning someone? He just sighed and looked around, thats when he saw someone run off away from him. 'That must be part of the recon team....' he thought as he took off after them. Using his super human speed to catch up quickly.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

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Dimension: The Really Real World
Location: Wyoming : A Mall
Time: Still Nighttime
Note: Everybody aboard? Good, time to blow this party!

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Jake: Inside the C-130, gearing up

Jake had decided to stick with the plane until they could move out in force. That was, until the police showed up. Jake looked around and tried for a quick headcount, and realized they were missing only Mark. He turned to Jack.
"Jack, can you find Mark and get him aboard? We have to get airborne before the police lock us down with heavier weapons."
"Easily done." Jack replied.
He opened a small portal and reached through, grabbing the back of Mark's shirt and pulling him backwards through the shadows and portal into the plane.
"Hello Mark. Sorry for the grab, but it's time to leave."

Jake safed and stored the M4A1 before bounding up to the cockpit and tapping the still sleeping kitsune.
"Oi, time to fly." he said simply as he ran through start up. In quick succession he turned the big Allison Turboprops over, each catching with a roar. Flaps deployed and propellors turned to maximum pitch, Jake rammed the throttles forward to the stops.

But the big plane didn't go anywhere.

"HANG ON EVERYBODY!" He roared.

Then he let the brakes off.

With a jerk the big plane accellerated instantly, spooking the police officers on the ground. One officer began firing at the plane but his shots rebounded off the aircraft's armour plating.

After several hundred feet Jake pulled back on the stick and the C-130 took to the skies, defying the amount of takeoff space needed for such a large plane. Jake didn't bother climbing, choosing to stay low and push the plane as fast as it could go. They would have to stay off radar for a while, until they could land at an airport and get a proper flightplan filed, or at least a callsign to slip into Californian Airspace.

 

[mcpop9]

Chi

Chi

Chi

"Chi chi chi..."
"Chi chi chi..."
"chi chi chi..."
"chi chi chi..."
"chi chi chi..."
they all heard as it was chanted by a flyby of what appeared to be large mice. The flew in and out of the anti magic zone with no visible effects while continuing to flying. They left scratches on Kyre's and Slin's faces as they passed by, roughly five sets of scratches of three scratches a piece.

They soon found the source of them, when the five little witches landed a bit away from them.

http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=mizune&offset=312#/d4y7q6x
Each one was extremely short, only maybe three to three and a half feet tall.

The lead one wrinkled her nose, and let out a disapproving "CHI!" waiting for the aggressors to make their move.

Spoiler: Mizune Family

Appearance:

Abilities: Magic that derives from their souls, not using the world surrounding them and not susceptible weakening via normal means.

Beam Whiskers
Soul Protect
Transform
Union


Transformation Magic: As all the members of the Mizune family are witches, their abilities revolve around the use of magic. Although they can use it in various forms; they especially excel at transformation magic, whether it is used individually or collaboratively, to dramatically alter the shape of their bodies. The most basic form of this allows them to transform into mice, while their more advanced types actually combine the family members into a single body, in order to access even more powerful techniques.

Offensive Magic: None of the Mizune have demonstrated much offensive capabilities beyond the production of energy beams using of Beam Hige, which despite its simplicity, is extremely potent in combat.

Flight: The Mizune are unique among all witches, in that they have seemingly demonstrated the ability to fly without the aid of broomsticks, instead producing flames and thrust from beneath their large cloaks.

Spoiler: ooc

Don't hold your breath for me to post, i'm going to call it quits for the night.

 

[bluerocker]

We didn't mean to

Or did we?

It is your fault we're in this mess

Also, Caim is going to have some fun

Violence is in his nature

Reality

Teri began handing out cameras to each of the members of the current group; saying to each (in assorted order to the various questions fired her way when she was passing them around), "Keep this on hand at all times. Keep it on. Let us know when you need to change tapes. I'll explain later. Trust me on this one."

AA

Caim smiled as the brawl began to break out, and pulled out his sword, ready to take on any foe who dared close in. Angelus unsheathed Kingsblood from a hidden sheathe on her thigh, sparks beginning to flicker about her. Ton Ton (who had tried to stay hidden in a bag) decided to hop out to aid his friends, knife and lantern ready to battle.

Spoiler: For Sith

This has been stuck in my head for a while. Enjoy.

[sub]It'll distract you from the chi chi chi buisness, I think.[/sub]

 

[Sithmorack]

The real world


Jacob was sitting at his computer (OMG ANOTHER JACOB lol) when he got a new message. He opened up the message and (no way!) proceeded to read it.

Afterwards he quickly sent a reply message back to Disaster reading as follows....

To: DisasterChild

From: Sithmorack
Subject: When?
Body:

What time should I meet you there?

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Jacob sat back with his arms crossed, he was not really suprised by the posting that this was real and not fake. Besides if they were playing a trick on him hed just go out to eat.

AA World

Shadow rounded a corner only to see little things going Chi Chi and flying around. He leaned back around the corner pulled his 9mm glock out and got ready to shoot.

 

[Sithmorack]

Jacob was still on his computer when he got a notification that he had a new message. About 20 seconds later he was up and out of his chair. He ran to his bedroom grabbed all the guns weapons and equipment he could find and packed them in a military style bag. He then grabbed a smaller bag which he put some clothes, bathroom stuff, and his ipod in. He then grabbed his hoodie and decided to put it on.

Jacob then dashed out the door to a explorer packed all his stuff in the back hopped in the drivers seat, and drove off. Heading towards the Red Woods.

 

[StormShaun]

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Whilst Storm played the music via his helmet to annoy the living hell out of the witches he surveyed his company. The girl guards right in front of him looked paler then usual girls, had red eyes and the metal of the van didn't reflect them. Denying the fact that they could exist, Storm knew he was in big trouble if it was true.

"Vampires...they can't exist, right?!" Storm though to himself and cursed himself for not bringing a flash bang....or a stake. "Are we there yet?" Storm asked outloud.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Really Real World
Location: Red Wood Forest

Sav picked up his phone and read the message from Disasterchild, with a heavy sigh he began to try to work with the new Apple Maps, something he definitely wasn't used to.

New Message

To: Disasterchild
Subject: Re: On our way... directions?
Body:

Red Wood Forest is located just off Oregon, meet me at Jack McNamara Airport in Crescent City. It's quite far from my home in Redwood city, so the faster you make it here, the faster my sister can stop being indifferent to my absence. You should be able to radio for the coordinates. This new Apple map thing can't seem to give me an accurate coordinate.

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Chicago

Kyre slipped on her mask over the headband and undid her hair. She unsheathed Talon and poised it over her head to deflect any mice. "Come face your demise cowardly Witches!" Kyre screamed at the short flying thingies. BlacHarte warbled loudly now and was quickly working to administer antibiotics to Kyre as she fought.

Like always, since they were to fast to swing a sword at, she picked up Fang and threw it at one of the Mizune witches, striking it in the shoulder with the blade. The null magic field was also getting larger as the fight went on, at this point all the magic in a three hundred meter radius had become absent, and the sphere of desolation continued to spread. All the witches, and even Kurumu, Puce, and Slindis began to feel the effects of the zero-zone, a small area around Kyre where magic was being drawn towards. To them, it felt like a constant wind was edging them toward her. There was a visible shadow that danced around the anti-mage, a green-black aura that seemed to radiate off of her.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

afraid of Heights like Ladders, perfectly fine in an aircraft. Wierd innit?

Dimension: The Really Real World
Location: United States | Somewhere | Flight Deck
Time: Early Ass Morning

"Not afraid of heights mate, not in a plane at least. Nah, this big girl has a rather large radar profile, and we're currently flying black, as in, no flightplan, no callsign, basically, we're a UFO. And I really really don't want Air National Guard or US Air Force Eagles or Vipers up here saying hello. Civvies look up and see us, and we're a spec ops plane, they won't care. When we hit Los Angeles approach I'll climb to 5 or 10 thousand and call us in, we should be right then." Jake explained, not taking his eyes off the skyline or his instruments.
Akane looked at Mark though, careful to not touch anything whilst Jake was in command.
"Another Jake? That makes, what, three so far? Also, can I ask a favour of you? I need to go to the toilet, can you fill in as co-pilot for a bit?" Akane asked sweetly, batting her eyelids at the dramatist.

Spoiler: ooc

Driving home from work now, be back online in half an hour.

 

[bluecrimson]

The plane
Devon stretched and went up to Darren. "Look, are you worried about having no control of your characters? Don't be. I never really had control of Slin or Tajuh, and the purple haired man actually contacted me the first time around. Hell, I barely know what he does, but I've tried controlling him a few times. It... well, I know well enough to let him do his thing." Out of nowhere, a black laptop appeared in his lap. "Plus, his system's had accuracy problems in the past." He pats Darren on the shoulder in an attempt to perk him up.

Chicago
Slindis darted and weaved around the attacking witches, jabbing at them where she could. She got some of them her attacks, but the drow was more focused on preventing any solid hits. [color=c20000]"Kurumu, we need to get the human out of here! She's getting caught up in the fight, and those former Strike witches slipped up big time thinking that I'd be a simple kill. If we wait here any longer, though, that last fight will have been for naught!"[/color] As she fought, she made sure to move down an alleyway that she could lose the pursuit in if needed.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Sim ain't real life son. Comes close though.

Dimension: The Really Real World
Location: California | An Hour Outside of Los Angeles, en route to MCAS Miramar.
Time: Early Dawn

Jake looked over at Mark.
"Godwin's Law eh? Fuck that shit. Glad me characters and me are here. Oi, GPS shows me we can hit San Diego for fuel, old Navy airbase there we can use. MCAS Miramar, I happen to know one of the F/A-18D Maintainers there, a Marine Sergeant. Go to www.planesandmercs.org and send a PM to a guy called Knuckle Dragger, KD. He'll be awake, he works night shift. Get him to arrange us a fuel and a callsign, he knows some guys, and he owes me a favour to." Jake asked.

Mark nodded and typed away.
"Okay, done. He says when are you coming in?"
"Tell him, oh about half an hour. Also, tell him it'll be a hot refuel. He'll understand."
"Okay, he says this clears him and you, by far."

Jake chuckled and nodded.

Half an hour later...
Jake brought the plane down gently on the massive runways of MCAS Miramar, Fightertown, California, USA, the former home of TOP GUN. As the C-130 rolled to a stop at the end of the runway, a small convoy of vehicles rolled up it, Marines dismounting and forming a perimeter around the aircraft, weapons pointed in. Two fuel trucks rolled in and their crews set about refuelling the bird. A pair of Marines walked up to the plane and entered through the crew access door, a Colonel and Sergeant.

Jake left Mark and Akane watching over the cockpit as he headed down to meet the pair of soldiers. Jack also got out of his seat along with Aftan, who both stood behind their pilot.

Jake offered a handshake to the Sergeant as he greeted them.
"G'day KD, I'm Jakeman214, Planes and Mercs. Hell of a meeting eh? Thanks for this."
"Son, you better explain shit pretty damn fast. I don't like surprises, especially from crew chiefs with the whole workshops backing him." The Colonel cut in.
"Sir, we're an odd bunch. Time travel, Dimensional rifts, alot of magic. The guy in the black cloak? That is Death, the Grim Reaper. Not even shitting you sir. The lady at my back? Grand Master of an ancient Order you've never heard of, and never will again. Thank you for the fuel, we'll be off your base as soon as we can."
"You're weaving a tall tale there son, and flying stolen USAF property."
"Uhhh, you can blame the Devil for that sir. Yes, really." Jake replied straight faced.
"Guys a save please?" Jake whispered backwards.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

ty for the save

Dimension: The Really Real World
Location: MCAS Miramar (Formerly NAS Miramar)
Time: Early Morning
Note: Time to fly once more.

C-130 Cockpit | Mark and Aftan
"Is it weird that I consider Hell my home now? The smell of ash and sulfur, unique to that place is what I miss. Odd, no?" Akane replied.
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MCAS Miramar Tarmac | Aftan, Jack and Jake
The Colonel quickly returned from a Hummvee with a grim look.
"Sergeant, I don't know how you know these people, but they were never here. Ma'am, anything you need that we can provide, is yours." The Colonel said respectfully.
"Grand Master, if I may interject? A pair of jeeps would be excellent, along with rations and the like." Jake asked slyly.

Aftan nodded.
"Colonel?"

"It'll be done." he said, turning to face a random Marine. "Captain! I want two Humvees, loaded with supplies for two fireteams minus ammo, here, on the double!"
"Sir!" the marine shouted back before radioing in.

Within minutes 2 Humvees arrived and drove smartly up the C-130's ramp, the two drivers exiting quickly. The fuel crews signalled all good, and packed up and left. The Colonel turned to Aftan and Jake, Jack having returned inside the aircraft.
Saluting, the Colonel said his goodbyes. Aftan returned the Salute, smiling at the return to protocol all military men relied upon when out of their element.

"Hey KD, thanks man. We're square!" Jake called out as he jumped back inside the aircraft. Aftan embarked, and the big plane rolled around and took off into the morning skies as mysteriously as it arrived.

"Nothing happened, right sir?" KD asked.
"For the $40k per soldier who saw them, what happened Marine?" the Colonel returned with a smile.

Several Hours later, Jack MacNamara Field, Crescent City
Jake landed the C-130 and taxied to the parking area, shutting down the engines.
"Alright, lets get this done, then to a friggin beach for about a week I think. I'll drive one of the Humvees, got my license for trucks and shit. Gear up, and lets roll. Mark, where to?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

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IRL
When Darren realised that Aftan was moving him, He briefly got of his trance for the sole purpose of getting back in the cooler.
"No one come near me! The safest place to be is away from me, got it?..." He said to the knights as Teri gave him a camera.
"Thanks.....don't know how much good it'll do me though..." He said as he turned it on, viewing it over the Knights and the writer.
No static or screen tearing yet, but for how long?
"Right.....Now....I'm sure he's after me so if that's the case, no one get in his way.....Later..." He said before he closed himself off in the cooler again and waited.