((OOC: Yeah, like I said, it would use a bit of work. But, perhaps El Diablo isn't the one who brought them to where they are, but is trying to keep them from leaving in order to get their souls.))
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OOC: Well if we are considering a serious end to this thing we are doing, and if our ultimate goal is, in fact, to return to our own worlds, than the best way to do that that I can see is to definitely say who or what brought us here and confront that person/thing.
Mhm... Ok that makes sense. So is El Diablo from a particular series, or is he like Joe, user generated?
[HEADING=3]And so the amazing number of numbers is about to happen... What will I say?
A momentus moment such as this takes time... That and my bro wants to play some lol with me SOOOO... No post tonight... [sub]maybe...[/sub][/HEADING]
[HEADING=3]And so the amazing number of numbers is about to happen... What will I say?
A momentus moment such as this takes time... That and my bro wants to play some lol with me SOOOO... No post tonight... [sub]maybe...[/sub][/HEADING]
OOC: It's like watching the odometer in your car turn over, surprisingly meaningful and satisfying.
OOC: Just been catching up on events. If a main antagonist is needed might I rejoin as Preginald? You guys already know that he's evil, has his own standing private army that he can conjure from the ether, and that he technically hates every last one of your characters. I've also got a great way to introduce him back into the story and put everyone on a level field. Just making a suggestion here.
OoC: Actually there was a plot twist that I wanted to do earlier, but didn't have the time to do so, but by the looks of it, I could tie it in this El Diablo character
(In another dimension...)
"The last batch deployed were sir..." muttered a man to a projector screen.
"Problematic I suppose?" replied back the screen.
"We have failed..."
"For now, we are sending back the people of mecha universe to their own plane of existence...they are simply not ready...yet."
"Yes sir." The projecter turned off.
Everything is going according to plan, the hero's of the worlds beyond will be tested... They will need to be ready for the time to come...
(In another dimension...)
"The last batch deployed were sir..." muttered a man to a projector screen.
"Problematic I suppose?" replied back the screen.
"We have failed..."
"For now, we are sending back the people of mecha universe to their own plane of existence...they are simply not ready...yet."
"Yes sir." The projecter turned off.
Everything is going according to plan, the hero's of the worlds beyond will be tested... They will need to be ready for the time to come...
((I'll put some more thought into it with you guys later. I'm gonna get off for the night. Peace))
Alastair awoke and saw Gamma sleeping in his chair. Satisfied he stood up and went for a smoke. He was explaining to soldiers what had really happened in the building what the camra didn't show. "Terry! Commander wants you!" A soldier said to the man next to Alastair. Alastair was back on his feet in no time. He passed Kappa. "Why dont you tell them what really happened when you jumped out of the building?" Alastair asked.
OOC: what? They wouldn't be able too. Alastair was shot and if he was imprisoned that would kill him.
Alastair walked around further and discovered the charred remains of Joes hotel. "Ah Joe. What a crazy sycopath you are." He said with a grin.
Dromaeus slept outside that night, and without any trouble, he slept late. When he awoke the sun had already warmed him quite nicely, and he was able to get up without waiting. He did his usual stretching exercises, and then went for a walk, enjoying the warm day. His mood brightened even further when he found Alastair in the stockades.
"Ah, now is this not a pleasant sight?" He remarked in a lively tone. "It brings back memories of Solitude, Skyrim, and Tamriel. Now if only I had a box of rotten tomatoes."
"Ah, now is this not a pleasant sight?" He remarked in a lively tone. "It brings back memories of Solitude, Skyrim, and Tamriel. Now if only I had a box of rotten tomatoes."
Alastair was forced back into his cell. It was cramped and not to his liking. "Will, I didn't do a thing. Let me out." Alastair demanded.
