Lyra paused in her examination of the clearing, noting the various people differing quite a bit in looks and attitudes. "Another great hunt is afoot, it appears." she muttered, before dropping from the cliff face, rifle on her back and a belt with numerous trophies hanging from it. She landed at the edge of the clearing, and prepared to journey closer.
Dal'sheed would find that the various indentations all looked quite different. They were organized in a cross shape. The one at the center looks almost like a large keyhole, with one below it that looks like a round object about twice the size of a tennis ball could fit in it. Above that was one that looked like a small oval with two strips on it. To the right, an indention that looked similar to a crystal and to the left one like a square. All save the sphere and looked like they could be held in the palm of one's hand. Though the keyhole looked like it was rather deep.
OoC: FPS: If you want to PM me, I will add your information in.
Also, she wouldn't have heard the scout?
The woman looked up at the cliff side briefly as she heard the rock tumble down it, but the man in armour the approached her acquired her attention. Y-yes I am alright, you wouldn't happen to know where... this is? I don't recognize this place." She said to the man, who although his armour put her off, the strange design of it seemed to ease that feeling.
They look like slots to insert stuff inside. I wonder if it's ceremonial in nature.
He then looked back at the people that were in the cave with him.
Dal'Sheed looked around and already he was puzzled by the nature of the people that were present here. The man with the dinosaur and the man called "Loki" piqued his interest. However there was nothing to tell if these men were part of this world or not.
The knight looked at the woman who fell from the sky. "I believe we are in the mountains I can not tell you much other than that. Do you need a potion mam to heal any of your wounds" He than answered Loki "So you are the one who made Loki's harp. And my name is Sir Adelbert Steiner, Captain of the knights of Pluto" He said the last part with a great deal of pride. He than looked towards the figure who was previously sand "What brings you here great mage"
a portal appears nearly the knight and the beast and a man dressed in black armor carrying a staff in one hand and a bottle of whiskery in another, a belt holding a Katana and a revolver, his instant reaction is "what..the...**** AM I DOING BACK HERE AGAIN, WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON!?!?!?" he shouted sounding quite pissed off "WHAT THE HELL PORTAL WHAT THE HELL PORTAL?!?!?!?!?!?" he shouts again and he then sees the odd group he walks over to them "hey do you guys know where we are right now i'm lost" he says to the group
Though the falling pebbles escaped Cynane's notice, the heavier impact of Lyra landing at the cliff base did not, and she wheeled around away from Loki to get a look at the newcomer.
From a point within the air off near the far edge of the alter, a tear in the fabric of reality opened up. From out of the tear, a fairly young woman stepped out. She wore quite a bit of white, the only part of her outfit not being said color was a navy blue vest worn underneath a white coat. After glancing around for a few moments, she raised her right arm and seemed to arbitrarily wave it at the air in front of her before lowering it once again. Teal colored lights started to shine around the top of her head, forming odd, indecipherable glyphs. Testing...testing... You are read loud and clear. Readings show you are in the right place. I think those readings may have been superfluous. The woman thought as her attention was drawn to the menagerie of folks she noticed standing out in the open. Officially commencing operation.
The tear in reality closed itself up behind the woman, leaving no evidence that it was ever there to begin with. The woman took several moments to breath deeply and exhale. You can do this. I know I can. Give it a rest. The woman thought as she dismissed the glyphs around her head. Were anyone's attention drawn to the glyphs, they'd have easily noticed the woman appeared to have a set of feline ears sitting atop her head. The woman went back to glancing around at her surroundings, furrowing her brow as if she were thinking of what course of action to take.
Hearing Loki address her, she replied, "Who wants to--" she cut herself off to take a few careful sniffs at the air. "Dr. Jessica Broca, my fine sir." she continued, introducing herself.
Dal'Sheed did not remove his helmet, despite the signs of Steiner being able to breathe and also humanoid like him. His voice slightly reverberated in his helmet, made of hard stone.
His voice was middle-aged and clean, the equivalent of an adult male human in his forties.
"I am not a mage of any kind. I am Dal'Sheed the Maintainer of the D'ni civilization. I've come here to inspect this world on behalf of the Maintainers."
"I have no idea." She replied to the hooded woman as she turned. "I'm lost myself. Finding that the visor was restricting her vision to severely, she flipped it back to reveal the soft, rounded face or a young woman in her twenties. A single strand of deep red hair escaped the helmet and hung down over her face before she brushed it absently away. Searching for the source of the noise, she was startled by the arrival of an armed man shouting at the top of his lungs, and glared as he approached.
""Fat cat"...?" Loki asked incredulously, then slightly shaking his head. "I am unfamiliar with that term." he continued with contempt noticeable in his own voice. "As for the "finery", as you put it; it is costumary with both my origin and destined place." Hearing Steiner's answer, Loki turned back to him. "I have an intrument named after me? While this suprises me not, no. I was not the one who built such a thing." he answered, then turned to the being who seemed to appear out of the sand. An interesting trick...
Hearing the thud made by Lyra landing behind him, Loki turned around, not one to be caught by suprise and waited to see what would approach, not one to be caught by suprise. Before catching a glimpse of what was approaching, Loki's gaze shifted to yet another new voice--another woman. This one too, seemed to have the ears of an animal. Loki bowed informally in responce to the woman identifiable as Jessica stating her name before turning back to the direction he was looking at before.
A massive Crusader Battleship's portside opens fire at several United Nations Confederacy and Outer Nations Empire Battlecrusiers.
All about the particle beams, missiles and gun fire, swarm after swarm of fighters dance about, evading, firing and exploding. Being in space, no noise is heard and the explosions collapse into balls of light as ships desperately try to outmaneuver each other, radioing for back from their wing mans. Thursters overheat and melt as those unfortunate being sitting targets to be easily shot down.
"Goddamn it! There's no shaking these guys!" A pilot yells just before his ship explodes, only for the emptiness of space to consume him.
The UNC Battlecrusier Reagan
"So where the hell is the rest of that PMC? This is their time of fight afterall. They already have their 6 prime soldiers in there..." The Admiral gritted his teeth as he continued to watch each side return fire, not wanting to give up.
"Sir! We are getting a Void disruption just behind us!"
"What?"
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"HEY! YOU GUYS READY?!" One of the lead pilot yells, as her return is the increased volume of the other pilots.
"FIRE UP YOUR GUNS LADIES AND GENTS!" yells another lead female pilot, smirking at her response as well.
"Ikuzo Minna!" The last lead pilot, a male yells. He then flicks a button as
"Alright... Formation Totsugeki Love Heartoooo!!"
"Yokai!"
"Got it!"
"Luo jie!"
"Rodzher!"
The jets spin off in multiple directions as they soar among the battle, firing missiles, bullets and plasma at the Crusader forces. The three lead jets bottoms extend out, like legs, boosting against the acceleration of the jet. The sides of the jet open up, revealing several dozens of split missiles as they are cold launched and fired. True to their guidance systems, they explode on impact of the enemy craft, shattering armor and weapons.
"Who the hell do these Crusaders think we are?"
"Sir! Their ships are engaging in CQC."
"Alright, time to switch up boys! Open the gates of Hell!!"
Continuing their assault, the jet-now-mechs flip to and fro, dodging particle beams and missiles as they return fire with their own [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnOws0VLg6k&t=1m50s].
"PARTY TIME!"
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Meanwhile...
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The continuous sounds of bodies being smashed, broken and blown to bits is heard in a large atrium. "Optic Barrel! Spring Raid! AaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHH BEAM!"
Two soldiers, a man and a woman fight against wave after wave of Crusader Soldiers. The man, an eyepatch over his right eye, a slight beard and brown hair continues fire with his assault rifle. He had a grey/black Sneaking Suit on, keeping his eye on every corner.
The woman was in blue, black and white power armor. Two long string like bands were just below the arm's connection to the shoulder as her blonde hair swayed with her movements, as she continued to cut down soldier after soldier with her dual pistols.
The two continued their firing until they were back to back as the Crusaders stopped their advance to see how pitiful it was seeing how much they fought back.
The man gripped his wounded shoulder, growling alittle. "I'm at my limit sweetpea."
The woman reloaded her pistols, swirling them slightly. "We still got one ace up our sleeve..."
The two raised their right just infront of their faces. "Break the Limiters..." They said simultaneously. "Cod..." Just before their could finish, the sound of bodies continued again as well as sniper fire as the Crusader Soldiers fell, one by one.
"Looks like we came in time." says a familiar voice, as she steps out of the shadows, wielding a zankantou. Her body encased in a Sneaking Suit similar to the man, but was white. "Elizabeth, what was that term again?"
"Big damn heroes ma'am!" another woman says as she drops from the ceiling, blaster blade tonfas in her hands. She smiles at the man and woman, striking a pose.
"All too easy." Another man says hopping off a balcony and impacting the ground, his body nearly cybernetic.
"You said that right..." Another woman says whipping her sniper rifle to her back. She was a lighter variable of power armor.
"Winter, Elizabeth, William and Amy." The man replies with a smirk.
"Austin... Noel. Hope we didn't kill steal too much." Amy replied.
"Lets move out people. Sole missions for everybody."
"Still the hardass eh, Winter?" Winter kept her usual cold demeanor, turning her wrist communicator on as it displayed the outline of the base.
"Move out." Winter said, as she headed down her respected corridor.
Austin, William, and Amy when down their way as Elizabeth and Noel turned to each other.
"Its only been a few months after the Incident with Kyosuke and Bella... Is Winter still..?"
"Yeah... She is." Elizabeth scratched her head. Noel sighed.
"There... There was nothing we could do. What Derek had planted, we had no idea."
"It doesn't make us feel better that your son almost killed Bella."
"Yeah... But Winter has always been a hardass. How do you deal with that?"
Elizabeth had a little mischievous smirk. "Well it's simple really. All I do is take a dildo and.."
"LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA NOT LISTENING!" Noel said, rushing down her hallway with her hands covering her ears. Elizabeth smiled before going down her own hallway. Man, she is wwaaayyyy to easy at times...
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Noel reached as door labelled 'Research' as she kicked the door in. Pistols ready she scanned over the room. Nothing more beyond medical equipment and... A mirror?
She hesitantly approached the mirror, growing weary. She placed her palm on the mirror as a flash of light suddenly erupted from the mirror...
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"Good. It's done. Take her away..."
"Yes sir!"
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A UNC frigate speeds towards a massive circular ring as lights flicker on among the ring as a strange water-like surface manifests in the open hole.
"Alright, we are hitting the Gate in 3... 2... 1..." The frigate hits the surface as it slows down until the water had completely engulfed the frigate disappearing from sight. The large ring then powers down, leaving itself as a cold structure among the empty space.
"Estimated time back to New Earth 0500 hours, no thanks to a membrane disruption. A few of us might as well enter cryosleep."
"Sounds good. We shall."
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In the cargo hold, a metallic casket sits among the rest of the cargo. Given its own space, it sat there with gentle colors of red, blue and yellow turning off and on. A strange ectoplasmic-like hand scanned over the cargo and grabbed the casket as it mysteriously vanished.
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>> Warning! Debuffs and buffs required, continued? [Y/N]
>> Y
>> HVNoelJLinden.exe
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Leafs rustling in the wind, a female human figure manifested, like something from a virtual reality sequence. Encased in power armor, the figure raised its head at the surrounding area. With a hiss around its neck region a helmet encased her face.
As fate would have it, another object shined right besides her, a casket of kinds. Tilting her head alittle, she cautiously took out two extremely long pistol-like objects attached to her hips at the ready. Stopping infront of the object, she recognized it immediately. Seeing the sparks of light on the sides, the female power armored figured sighed and lifted the casket up with ease before looking around some more.
Hearing noises off in the distance, the figure started to walk towards it, still carrying the casket.
Lyra approached the others, careful to ensure she seems harmless. This might be belied some what by the various furs wrapping her legs, with patterns of deer and fox mixed with tigers and more exotic animals, and the large number of bones hanging from her belt, stopping at knee height and containing a human skull or two as well as teeth and claws. "Uh... Hi." she said roughly, coughing a bit to clear her throat. "Sorry, haven't used that in a while. What's going on, everybody?"
OoC: @Salty gonna say that she was on the other side of the clearing from the scout, and while she might have noticed the rocks falling, she would not have heard him. This is circular right? May have misunderstood that bit.
The dinosaur raised its head, apparently spooked by the rapidly growing rumber of people in the clearing, and honked nervously, stamping one large paw on the ground. Cynane ignored it and kept her eye on the others, not sure what to make of the situation. She sighed in annoyance at hearing Loki's half answer.
"I mean are you a guild official? Some minor royal? A person of wealth?" She pressed, not looking at him, but instead watching the appearance of the newcomers. Many of them were carrying strange weapon and armour, clearly prepared for battle, and she became mindful of the sword on her own back, ready to draw it if they became aggressive. She focused particularly on the one with the furs and skulls. This one looked like a one of the Cathulii desert tribespeople, a ferocious and primitive culture, and the skull supported this theory. She clenched her hands into loose fists without even thinking about it.
"Nothing of great interest, desert dweller. Just a coincidental meeting of civilised folk at the pass."
"You are? That's..." She cut herself off as the woman removed her helmet. The hooded woman took a brief step back, and at a loss for word, the single strand of hair caught her eye. "You have a nice hair colour." She said.
Steiner looked at Loki with confusment "How can you not know the harp who has aided the most famous of bards in their quests He than looked to the maintainer "Surely you must be a mage. You have summoned your self from the sand He than turned to Lyra and took a combat stance at the sight of human bones "Vile murderers have no business in this land creature"
Should I explain to these people? I didn't expect inhabitants so soon. I'm not too comfortable with this just yet. But I'll see. I don't think I'll get anywhere with this investigation by just staying silent. I should at least explain who I am so I don't look like an agressor.
He turned to Cynane.
"One of the officials at least. The Guild of Maintainers is a sizable group. We inspect worlds that are newly described in books. We travel or "link" to these worlds that are described in these books to make sure they are stable."
He looked back at Steiner.
"If you're referring to the observation of me coming into this world, you are only seeing me 'link' into this world. If you want to call it 'magic', then so be it. But really it's a matter of teleportation." That's the fifth time an inhabitant I've seen in my experience that has described it like sand.
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