Face-with-an-Apple-Body-Man rolls around shooting his .44 magnum like it was no one's business. He is an apple, so he is healthy and shiny.
WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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Rugal watched the final preparations from the Control Room over the Portal Floor.
"ALL UNITS! GET A MOVE ON! OR I WILL PERSONALLY KILL EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU! MOVE!" He shouted over the intercom.
He then turned to Kazuya "Keep this runts working, I have a mass Funeral to arrange. Don't interfere..."
"As you wish my Lord..." He replied as Rugal left the room and heading for the Edge of the Island.
"ALL UNITS! GET A MOVE ON! OR I WILL PERSONALLY KILL EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU! MOVE!" He shouted over the intercom.
He then turned to Kazuya "Keep this runts working, I have a mass Funeral to arrange. Don't interfere..."
"As you wish my Lord..." He replied as Rugal left the room and heading for the Edge of the Island.
Dromaeus picked his way through the streets. With the fighting giants fallen quiet, he was convinced he could deal with anything else that he came across. Scanning the bodies that littered the streets as he passed, wondering if any of them were wealthy or had any unusual trinkets on them, he gradually made his way to the beach, where the reptilian monster had fallen.
OOC: Man, things pick up when I can't be around, oh well, I've got 15 minutes before I have to go again.
Squall coughed and stretched out."That was some hell of a twist." He said before making his way towards the beach, he was sore, and blood was running down the side of his face, but other than that and a slightly torn jacket he was mostly fine. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?" He asked remembering the Laguna flashback he encountered earlier.
Squall coughed and stretched out."That was some hell of a twist." He said before making his way towards the beach, he was sore, and blood was running down the side of his face, but other than that and a slightly torn jacket he was mostly fine. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?" He asked remembering the Laguna flashback he encountered earlier.
Swiftrunner had arrived at the beach and gazed upon the fallen carcass of the monster. In the time it took to arrive here he had grown more used to moving with one-eye but he was still making the odd mistake. He crouched near the water and set about splashing it on his coat. He roared angrily as the salty water stung his fresh wounds but he was accustomed to great pain and continued with each splash causing a small growl of discomfort.
He dipped his muzzle in the water and began to rub the blood off. He could smell a great number of scents once again...most of them were headed this way. Cursing he hid amongst some rocks at the beach, he was in no state to fight and so waited instead, he still needed means to cross back to Rugals island to rest fully.
The patch of ocean he had bathed in was stained crimson.
He dipped his muzzle in the water and began to rub the blood off. He could smell a great number of scents once again...most of them were headed this way. Cursing he hid amongst some rocks at the beach, he was in no state to fight and so waited instead, he still needed means to cross back to Rugals island to rest fully.
The patch of ocean he had bathed in was stained crimson.
"Yes sir Joel." Preginald grabbed the case of diamonds and hopped through a portal, coming out at the beach. Gregory, the giant mechanical spider, skitters out of the water to meet him.
"That'll teach that lizard to mess wif' us again! You alright guv?" Asks Gergory.
"Yes I'm fine. Splendid job helping with the monster Gregory. But alas I need your assistance once more. We're to build a giant laser and mount it onto a robot so we can kill Rugal, and we need as many hands as we can find, time is of the essence!"
"Yessir!" Gregory, the giant mechanical spider's knife-tipped legs withdraw into him. A second later eight arms sprout where the legs used to be.
"That'll teach that lizard to mess wif' us again! You alright guv?" Asks Gergory.
"Yes I'm fine. Splendid job helping with the monster Gregory. But alas I need your assistance once more. We're to build a giant laser and mount it onto a robot so we can kill Rugal, and we need as many hands as we can find, time is of the essence!"
"Yessir!" Gregory, the giant mechanical spider's knife-tipped legs withdraw into him. A second later eight arms sprout where the legs used to be.
Rugal reached the shoreline of the Island and gazed at what was left of Toyto.
"I'm make them wish they were fighting Godzilla..."
He sat down and lit a cigar while he was waiting.
"I'm make them wish they were fighting Godzilla..."
He sat down and lit a cigar while he was waiting.
Eventually Dromaeus reached the beach. He had picked up a few advanced devices from the bodies in the street as he went. Upon reaching the shoreline, he marvelled at the fallen Godzilla, his saurian jaw dropping open slightly.
"That creature is almost the size of Whiterun! Its inconceivable that any weapon could be used to bring it down."
"That creature is almost the size of Whiterun! Its inconceivable that any weapon could be used to bring it down."
Preginald and the Joes were making astounding progress building Doc Sparkles doomsday weapon.
Despite acting like simpletons, these Joes seem to have acquired quite a bit of mechanical knowledge and technical know-how. I'll have to offer them a job designing and building robots for me after I conquer this rock.
"Great work guys, we've nearly gotten the chassis finished and are at least half-way done with the firing mechanism. Keep up this pace and we should be done soon!" Preginald called out to the Joes through his megaphone whilst lounging in a beach chair.
Despite acting like simpletons, these Joes seem to have acquired quite a bit of mechanical knowledge and technical know-how. I'll have to offer them a job designing and building robots for me after I conquer this rock.
"Great work guys, we've nearly gotten the chassis finished and are at least half-way done with the firing mechanism. Keep up this pace and we should be done soon!" Preginald called out to the Joes through his megaphone whilst lounging in a beach chair.
Swiftrunner watched the growing number of people arrive at the beach, the talking contraption he recognised but the reptillian man was new to his eye. He was probably in league with Joel so leaving hiding was out of the question, he was still too weak to fight.
Reno landed the helicopter on the beach near where Preginald and the Joes were building the machine.
"Woah, that thing looks powerful."
"Woah, that thing looks powerful."
Approaching the consruction site, Dromaeus glanced up at the machine, shielding his eyes against the sun.
"Automaton!" He called. "Preginald! What is the function of this device?"
"Automaton!" He called. "Preginald! What is the function of this device?"
Addressing Dromaeus, "Don't know. Joel just said we need this thing to fight Rugal. I'm assuming it fires a high-powered laser for the purpose of turning Rugal into a pile of dust, but I can barely read the writing on these blueprints, so for all I know it could do anything from turning him into a candy bar to trapping him in an alternate dimension populated solely by fainting goats."
Damn, those two new people in the flying machine who shot at him as well. Today was not a good day. Thankfully he was nearly fighting fit again but nowhere near peek abilities.
However, that flying machine did look like a way to get to Rugals' island. He needed to get closer. Swiftrunner quickly exited his hiding place and slunk back towards the city before making his way through the coastline rubble until he arrived at a relatively safe distance from the group.
However, that flying machine did look like a way to get to Rugals' island. He needed to get closer. Swiftrunner quickly exited his hiding place and slunk back towards the city before making his way through the coastline rubble until he arrived at a relatively safe distance from the group.
Dromaeus let out a deep, ominous hiss at the mention of Rugal.
"The Red-Eyed One." He said, his flat voice full of hate. "He came to the dungeon where his researchers tortured us, for the sake of studying our abilities. I would very much enjoy a chance to extract vengeance from he and his minions." He glanced across the beach, at the rest of the team approaching the construction sit.
"If you all go to slay him, then I will gladly throw my sword and my bow in with you."
"The Red-Eyed One." He said, his flat voice full of hate. "He came to the dungeon where his researchers tortured us, for the sake of studying our abilities. I would very much enjoy a chance to extract vengeance from he and his minions." He glanced across the beach, at the rest of the team approaching the construction sit.
"If you all go to slay him, then I will gladly throw my sword and my bow in with you."
"So," Alek asked, just leaving the control room of the Imperial Eagle. "Exactly what is this doomsday weapon that you're planning to make? It seems that you have appropriated most of my crew for it." There was some sort of lizard man in medieval armor talking to Preginald. "I'm sorry," Alek asked, he was perhaps getting too comfortable around these monsters, "You are?"
They even had their own giant metal monster and the man with the machine he had fought in when he arrived was there too.
OOC: I wonder if any of them realise Mike is dead yet?
OOC: I wonder if any of them realise Mike is dead yet?
Dromaeus was surprised to see a human emerge from the massive automaton standing idle just above the beach. He turned to face the human at his request.
"Dromaeus of Black-Marsh." He answered, parting his thin lips and revealing his serrated teeth in what may have been intended as a smile but came across as a sneer that could make even an ancient vampire uneasy. "Gentleman thief, master assassin, Alduin's Bane, and Dragonborn, at your service." At the end of this, he bowed, though his cold eyes never left Alek's face.
OOC: Just for visual purposes, Dromaeus is equipped with nightingale armour (no helmet), an ebony bow and sword, Mehrune's Razor, and Ysgramor's shield.
"Dromaeus of Black-Marsh." He answered, parting his thin lips and revealing his serrated teeth in what may have been intended as a smile but came across as a sneer that could make even an ancient vampire uneasy. "Gentleman thief, master assassin, Alduin's Bane, and Dragonborn, at your service." At the end of this, he bowed, though his cold eyes never left Alek's face.
OOC: Just for visual purposes, Dromaeus is equipped with nightingale armour (no helmet), an ebony bow and sword, Mehrune's Razor, and Ysgramor's shield.
There I was, a zombie. Eating Taco Bell. Brains are too expensive, and dying lowered my standards considerably. That, and I no longer have to worry about being killed by my food.