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

[Kalastryn]

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hearing a large commotion from out in the hallways, Kalastryn decides to take a walk to investigate what sounded like the warlord from before trying to hurt someone. after a few minutes wandering around, she sees Puce reaching for a sort of cup and hears a toilet flushing from a nearby room... "what a shame, seems the fight's already over... or i'm at least a little late." she says, as she reaches into a pocket in her robes and pulls out a small flask, then hands it to Puce. "here, this should help you get back on your feet... and needless to say I'm going to have a good time at least trying to beat down whoever did this to you."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

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Rugal soon returned, somewhat baffled by why he needed to go so badly.
Still, it was all out of his system now and he was ready for round 2.
It was then he saw Kalastryn aiding his opponent.
"...Well....Guess with him in no state to continue, I am the victor. It's okay, not many can go man to man with me and be able to walk away." He boasted, clearly seeing no threat from Kalastryn.
He began to head back for the bridge...

 

[Kalastryn]

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as he turns to walk to the bridge, three rays carrying extreme heat pass over and around both sides of his head, his hair seemingly blackened slightly due to the heat. "now hold it right there, if you think i'm going to let you get away with beating this man senseless for no good reason that i can see, your dead wrong" she says, as she pulls out what would seem to the naked eye nothing more than a twig.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

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Rugal paused after the rays of heat passed and faded.
Just one victim after another...
He turned to face Kalastryn as he ran a hand though his hair, picking out a few burnt stands.
"....You really should have just went for the head instead of a warning shot." He smirked as as he threw a "Reppu-ken!" towards her.
It was a small, Blue fast moving projectile that raced along the ground based off the Element of wind.

 

[Kalastryn]

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Kala leaped over the attack and swished the "twig" in her hand around in a circle then in Rugal's general direction... but through what appeared a magical misshap, she thudded to the ground as a statue instead. landing on her knees

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

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".....Really?....." Rugal asked as he briefly checked himself after the motion for any nasty surprises.
After finding nothing, He shrugged it off and advanced on the downed Kala.
"Well, that was just plain embarrassing. Sticks and Stones might break bones, but only if they hit...." He gloated as he kneeled down face to face with Kala.
"So is that all? I've met 400 pound Bikers with better skill and co-ordination then you..."

 

[Kalastryn]

suddenly fire begins to crackle in the hands of the statue, it then moves flawlessly, instead of throwing the fireball, it unleashes an explosive punch upon Rugal's chest area, knocking him backwards and off his feet. Kalastryn then begins to brag "you were never the target, i didn't make myself into a statue, i created a stonelike skin for myself, and apparently it was enough to fool you and lure you in close." she chuckles, and seems mostly unharmed by the blast, but her stone armor begins to crack a little.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The (Un)Real World
Location:Honolulu
Time: Night​

Klaara leaned forward and snapped her fingers, a little droplet of blood launched itself into the air and took form of a glowing light. It illuminated the boat with blinding efficiency, especially Klaara's face, still and cold, with her eyes half closed in irritation, "I'm not going to rant about my life," she seemed grim as she got out of the boat and set foot on the docks, the floating light still tailing her, "wishful thinking never accomplishes anything. That's all I have to say."

Believe in yourself and you'll achieve anything, hah, right. I'm not the one who's six feet under because of a flourine leak, Klaara ran her hands through her hair and snapped her finger again. Her islands clothed suddenly burst into flames and were replaced by a black hoodie and jeans, everyone's out to get you one way or another... it's just a matter if you're fast enough to stop them.

"Let's go find this Shaun guy and beat him until he's sensible," the light died as she walked forward, cupping her hands to light a cigarette with a lighter.

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Avatar Adventure
Location" Rising Dawn
Time: Night​

Kyre stepped backwards and watched the fight, she was trembling, her hands were cold and the slightest breeze, even that from the movements of the two combatants seemed to seep into her skin. And then when they were done, and Puce lay on the floor bleeding from the gashes in his chest, Kyre rushed forward to help him life the cup to his lips.

Her shadow grew darker and darker under her feet. "Magus! How does thou fare..." Images shifted in and out of the back of her mind, a dark metal and shifting tides. The little mage girl from before. She had deliberately pulled her attention from something... Kyre felt that. And whatever it was that hid in that black terminal, it was calling for attention.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

OOF!

Rugal quickly rose back onto this feet, taking a second to take a breath after being winded.
"...Ok...I should have known better, But you've just sealed your fate. After all, Stone is heavier then flesh." He grinned before charging in with a lighting fast barrage of kicks, connecting mostly with leg and arm joints then more central matter in a attempt to bypass as much armour as possible.
Then he managed to grab Kala and managed to lift her, Armour and all, above his head.
Then brought her face down on his knee.

 

[Kalastryn]

she spits blood into Rugal's eyes and he drops her, she then dismisses the now cracked stone and reverts to her former appearance. she then holds a ball of flame in each hand, but you also notice a slight fire-like glow behind her. using the cramped space of the hallway to her advantage, she volleys two fireballs from her hands to both of Rugal's sides, but they then split off into four as they travelled, taking up the sideways space of the hallway , but leaving breathing room to dodge under and above them. she's likely planning to counter either manner of evasive action somehow...

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

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Rugal wiped his eyes as he saw Kala to try and Zone him out.
"Oh please...Hm?" He let out before he saw Puce's last construct before passing out.
"...Oh...." He exclaimed as he began to dodge the beasts swipes.
Then an idea.

After the Construct over-committed to a swing, he managed to grapple with it.
See, Mercury was a metal not good at taking heat which Rugal used to his advantage.
After a brief struggle, Rugal managed to push the beast into the hallway littered with Fireballs, it violently recoiling from one fireball right into the path of another, beginning to melt as it cleared the path.
Kala was going to try and trap Rugal, but, using the melting remains of the construct as a platform, leapt though the air in a manner like out of Assassin's Creed, using a Slashing Aura infused hand as a hidden blade.

He pounced on her and held his hand above her throat, though it wasn't touching her skin, it felt like a knife was being held to her neck.
"....Submit?...." He asked with a smug grin on his face, knowing he had won.

 

[Kalastryn]

"....Submit?...." He asked with a smug grin on his face, knowing he had won.

she pauses for a moment, then gets a small smirk across her face. "damn, Ironic that the person i was trying to help ultimately saved his attacker from my next move..." her eyes wander to her throat. "Well i admit giving up at this point is a lot better than the obvious alternative... but you forgot something" Rugal remembers the fiery glow from behind her earlier, and raises his vision to see a fireball ready to explode, almost pressed to his forehead... but it then fades away. "ah, but i grow weary of this little song and dance. not to inflate your already large ego, but you definitely are a worthy adversary... now if you wouldn't mind getting off me... i assure you i can't really do many flashy spells for a while, my energy is nearly dried up... might be able to launch one counter attack... but then with what i have left I'd last maybe... 30 seconds at the most before this happened again."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn
Time: Night​

"Magus..." Kyre muttered under her breath as she picked up the young man's body in her arms, "how could you be so vengeful." With a strong heave, the Anti-Mage hoisted the Conduit onto her shoulder and began to walk toward her room, constantly reminding herself not to get involved in any fights.

It was a short walk, but the exertion still tired Kyre to the point that she was struggling to keep Puce in her grip. She kicked open her door and set the man down on her bed with a heavy thud before falling back and catching her breath.

It took a while, but she eventually got up and set Talon and Fang beside Puce on the bed and removed her boots. Then Kyre walked over to the shower and pushed the door open and peered inside. It was still there on the far wall, the black box from before. A single blue ring had light up on it's forefront, and it hummed lightly, the drooping black tendrils that were attached to it's front seemed to move and vibrate by themselves.

The images came again, just grazing the surface of Kyre's mind. A crater, an airship. A reaper and a blue haired boy. There were names whispered into her ear, just out of hearing range. Tomoya Okazaki, the Elemental Stones, master, Alice, Tabitha, Red Mage, Youmu Konpaku, Jack the Reaper, things that made little sense to her.

Two cold hands slid up her shirt and the Anti-Mage screamed shrilly.

"Don't go near that..." the little red wizard said playfully, working her hands along Kyre's skin, "it's filled with things that you shouldn't know. It would really make you a little too powerful an asset." Titania grinned and began to fade into invisibility, "Tread carefully my toy, there are things that you aren't meant to use."

Kyre stood frozen in place, stunned. The cold of the Fairy Queen still clung to her skin.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The (Un)Real World
Location: Honolulu International Airport
Time:Night​

Klaara grumbled to herself before offering a small copper coin to Mark, "A penny for your thoughts?" Klaara herself seemed uncomfortable, constantly eyeing the no smoking signs that hung from the ceiling. She ran her hand through her hair again, "it's going to be a long ride. It'd be nice to have a little story to listen to."

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn|Kyre's Room
Time:Night​

Titania slipped her transparent hands from under Kyre's shirt and bowed to Puce, giving him a great big smile before placing a finger on her lips, "That... is a secret." Then Titania vanished completely, leaving behind only a glittering purple dust where she once stood.

Kyre was still rigid, her hands grasping the area above her stomach, eyes wide open with terror and skin pale.

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BlackHarte dropped down from the ceiling, his single green eye staring straight at Kurumu, or rather straight through Kurumu since he operated with wavelengths between five nanometers and 5 meters. He warbled slightly before chiming in, "We heard that there is an Artificial Intelligence performing badly. Would you like us to interface with it?"

 

[NotYetForsaken]

The (Un)Real World
Location: Honolulu|Hawaii
Time: Night​

Klaara took out a smoke, and took it down to the filter in a single breath before tossing it aside, "Mark, you are a monster," she took out another and put it in her mouth, taking it slowly this time, "all humans are monsters. You kill people everyday and you won't even realize until you think. How many people have died because of some unforeseen accident, accidentally leaving food out to spoil, or just simply being alive and taking up resources," she stopped to inhale, "Mark, you will do good to remember that all people are going to kill each other one way or another. You are no more a monster than you already were when you toyed with the life of that Nurse."

"Moreover," Klaara tossed her smoke away and faced Mark, "why do you think I'm here. I don't do make-believe, but you have to realize that these fantastical things aren't out of reach anymore. Everything is real now, everything is possible now." Klaara was grinning widely, "I just want to know how far I can bend reality before it breaks. And tagging along with you seems to be the best way to test that."

That was a lie.

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn|Kyre's Room
Time:Night​

What happened next was a flurry of red. Puce, who was already weak from Rugal's earlier attacks, found himself on the floor after being hit by what felt akin to a heavy wooden log. He was flat on his back, and the Anti-Mage was sitting on top of him, staring at him with green unfocused eyes. She wrapped her hands slowly around his neck, and started to apply pressure. At first they felt soft, her hands, but then the pressure increased and increased. Kyre was blushing, the discolored scar across the bridge of her nose stayed deathly pale however.

"[sub]Kyre is good girl...[/sub]" she muttered under her breath, "[sub]the dead love me the most. So everyone must be killed."[/sub]

Titania gave a little invisible laugh from besides them. It was funny making people act on their subconscious. They always did the most amusing things.

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BlackHarte warbled and dropped from his perch on the roof and plugged himself into the A.I. Vermilion. While he was modifying the A.I.'s software, he turned to Kurumu and noticed her predicament. "We wonder if it is not an unwise idea for Master Kurumu to consider breast reduction surgery... Collected data denotes that your size is very harmful to skeletal structure and muscle development after age thirty."

Receiving data from all external units...

Reprocessing... Redistributing... Accessing Permissions...

Consensus reached. Extending processing mainframe and logic routes to external unit.

Within the ships computers BlackHarte made himself present, uploading all of the ship's computing processes into himself so that he could create a visual representation of both him as a unit and the A.I. Vermilion. The landscape rendered itself, a great endless cave system made of clean black slates, endlessly shifting from place to place, making new tunnels, new caverns while closing the old ones. Beams of white light streamed through gaps were they could, and BlackHarte himself was rendered as a great many, a hundred million small men that were sitting on every nook and cranny of the caves, waiting for the A.I. to manifest itself.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

TIMELINE POST!

Battle with Kalastryn
Rugal watched as the fireball faded in front of him and his victory was assured.
"Well....That's good to hear. Just before I let you go, What were you planning to do with those Fireballs anyway? Least before the Asian one was kind enough to give me a meat shield..." He asked, gently his hand closer to her throat, almost drawing blood, to dis-courage any counter attacks.

Timeline Post

AI on the Bridge
As the crew of the Rising Dawn struggled with the AI threat they themselves created, Rugal was about to help, but he realised something.
He was dealing with a bunch of kids, sure, His gang could be rather childish and stupid, but these were the people who blocked his attempts to take over the world time and time again, so he made the most about the countdown to death.

He dragged back in the captains chair to it's original location and merely watched as Kurumu ran around in ran trying to stop the rouge AI, taunting at her as she did.
"Hey, next time, let someone who wasn't raised in a mud hut over-look the creation of the AI."
"I would say "Hurry, we are all about to die" , but I'm sure you already know that."
"Tick, Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock."
"Hey, look at it this way, We are over the ocean, we can swim away while the AI crashes this wreak into a major city of something. Well, at least I can...."
"ARE YOU JUST GOING TO SIT THERE OR A-"
"Yes, actually, I am. I offered my help, you people said No. So I'll just sit here and watch as you let every single one of us Die. And it'll be all your fault."

Then when BlackHarte suggested Breast Reduction, he went to town on that as Alarms in the Bridge blared about the crews impending death.

"I remember once back in 1994, I met this "Ninja", I say that in the same sense as you can be considered a Demon, who's entire offence focused around men, and a few women, it was VERY open contest, staring at her breasts. It was embarrassing to watch countless contestants drool over her and get their manhoods snapped off.
Then the Final's came, against me, and that was the end of that.
I'd never preformed Cosmetic Surgery in battle before, though I can say I've gotten much better at it since, It was almost like slicing Watermelons, but with more cries of bloody murder.
Ohhhhhh...the nineties....Such a wonderful time for a Martial Artist, the King of Fighters, The World Warrior, countless other less successful ones....Ahhhhh...To be 30 again...."

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Aftan, Gabrielle and Akane:
Akane smiled sadly at Aftan and Gabrielle. She shook her head. "Mmm, no it's none of that. I didn't feel an obsession coming off him, more it felt like... Well, everyone has a favourite right? Why pick something else, we Kitsune can just about do it all. When he ran, I didn't feel love. I felt regret and sadness... Oh no. He... He is probably blaming himself for creating them and their hardships... All of his characters. Not just me. Remember how he apologized?" She said as the realization hit her.

The what Aftan said came to mind.

She blushed a little before holding her head up high. "Aftan, Gabrielle. I am not falling for him! You two are my loves, my family. I just wanted to get to know him a bit better is all, he is sort of really truly my father I guess you could say. I'm not hurt he has other Kitsune, but I would like to meet another, one day. Ano... DO you girls think we should go and check up on him?"

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Akane chuckled as her two Knights traded banter. She enjoyed just staying quiet and listening, the two were very good at it.

**KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK**

"It's unlocked, enter!" Jake shouted from within.

The trio entered the room to find it littered with many destroyed metal robots inside, relics of Dillon's training days but still effective. Jake finished off the last one with a rolling reversal of his sword, removing the head of the robot from it's body. He gave a salute then sheathed his sword, a tic he was picking up.

"Sorry for running out on youse all, wasn't very gentlemanly of me. As you can see, I've been working out my frustration, but the pain won't go away. Uhh, look, when this is all sorted with Tomoya, I'll be heading off to all the dimension's I've created or been a part of, to pay my respects to the dead and apologize to the living for my actions. Life is no game for them." Jake said. Tears still fell down his face, he didn't even attempt to hide them.

Akane stood there, shocked from it all. "Wha... What happened to the boisterous pilot we had? What happened to your insanity? I... I don't understand. How can you blame yourself? You didn't know!"

"Grand Master, Shadow Knight, if I may have your thoughts before I reply please? You two are pretty levelheaded, you might say something I could learn from."

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

[HEADING=3]Dimension: Avatar Adventures Universe[/HEADING]
Location: Airship Rising Dawn | In Transit to South America
Time: Night

Akane giggled as Gabrielle buried herself in her tails. With a yelp, the Shadow Knight reappeared, a little blacker and a tad scorched. Akane smiled, almost creepily at Gabrielle.
"Gabrielle love, we are having a serious moment and you were doing so well..." she said sweetly, a flaming tail swishing just in front of the Knight's face.

"Thank you both." Jake said as he dried his tears on his sleeve. He looked up them all, smiling again.
"Aftan, I'm a pessimist, nothing can change that. But I can act on the logic and understandings of others. Most of my characters got a happy end, or the release of death. I shall seek out those who have died to pay my respects... But those who are living and happy, and also unaware of their place in the grand scheme of things... I think I shall leave them well enough alone until they pass on. It'll be a mighty big favour to ask Jack, but probably the best thing. Telling the happy living about their place, nah, that would ruin their lives. Thanks girls. Means a lot to me that you'd come and check up on me, after what I've done for a game. Now then, I'm beat. Are there any rooms left do you know? The crew did jump a bit I figure..."

 

[bluecrimson]

[HEADING=3]Dimension: Avatar Adventures Universe[/HEADING]
Location: Ruins of New York City | New York | U.S.
Time: Night

Lucifer and Devon:

Spoiler: Mood Music

28 floors. 28 GODDAMNED floors worth of stairs. That was how far Devon had already climbed and how many were left before he got to the top. Sure he might have been winded, sure his legs might have hurt, sure he might have sat down and rested if it wasn't for the fact that all around him were the Ragers, survivors that had been infected by the Rage virus that D.Tomoya had seeded over the city.

Seeing that many angry, screaming, speeded out people on what could only be thought of as Bathsalts on Steroids, it was enough to make even the Devil that followed Devon a tad bit nervous. Even if Lucifer couldn't die or get infected, he could still feel emotion and right now he was PISSED.

"That motherf**king D.Archangel (Dark Angel). If I ever see him I'm going to bash his head in and rip his wings on and toss him to all these souls." The Fallen One swore as he followed Devon up the stairs before he decided to pick things up.

"This is taking too long... hold on." The Morning Star said as he pitched Devon and himself over the side of the stairwell. There was a moment of freefall, about 10 stories worth before Devon found that he was no longer falling... not only that, he was actually rising towards the top of the building.

The flapping of wings clued him in on what was going on. Lucifer had went daemonic and was currently carrying his executive assistant up to the top of the building.

"Sorry about that. Those people don't have all day, you know." Lucifer stated as he reached the top and saw the 6 or so Ragers bashing against a door and past the door, he could hear the screaming of people as they tried to keep the Rage Zombies at bay.

There were at least 3 distinct male voices as well as 4 - 5 female voices... though one or two of the female voices sounded like they could be small children.

As Lucifer set Devon down on the landing of the 52nd Floor stairwell, the Devil turned to the mortal and asked:

"So... what do you think you should do about those infected."

Devon was shaken by being tossed over the railing but tried to shake that off as he decided to take a look at the area around the door. It looked like due to the blast, it was fairly weak. If they could be shoved down with enough force, it could cause a collapse of the floor below them and possibly the floors below those. They could also break some legs which would prevent them from moving quickly. However, that might also mess up their escape, which would be no good. There had to be another way, especially considering the amount of people on the other side of the door.

"Lucifer, is there any way to restore those Ragers? Because the way I see it, there's two ways for us to help those people in there." He wasn't thinking of... he was.

Devon was thinking of using his healing ability to purge the Rage Virus from their systems, even though he had no clue if it would work.