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 Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 2:37 pm
Kami-Kahzy Now that Ialo had been properly detained, the shocklets began to emit a low, steady rhythmic beeping noise signifying that they were no longer in 'active' mode and were currently in 'stand-by' mode. As soon as the shocklets deactivated the remaining policemen began to tie up Ialo's feet so he couldn't get away, as well as wrapping his own tail around him in a rather unflattering fashion. Once he was properly retained the policemen promptly picked him up and began to haul him towards the chopper that was waiting outside. One of the officers began to speak into a shoulder-radio, speaking some code to whoever was on the other end. As soon as he hung up a massive blast of air came out of the woods on the edge of the school grounds. The helicopter pilot had apparently been on the other end, and the code was apparently meant to signal the evacuation stage of the plan. ((John was a genius, and edited my post instead of quoting it.))
Left in the office, untouched by the fray, a computer continued to sit on Ialo's desk. Very slowly, it came apart at the seams and expanded, changing form into an android, a petite female with gray-green eyes and greenish-blue hair, who slid off the desk. She looked around quickly, analyzing the mess from the fight, and then stopped. She closed her eyes, and from a small speaker within her body, a series of tones and beeps were heard.
Seven had a phone call to make.
"Hello, Enlil residence."
"This is Blue Storm 007 reporting in for Ialo Enlil. He's... been arrested."
"... What."
"On not-quite-false charges, so I'm sure he wants you to call his lawyer for him -"
"Oh, please excuse me, Seven. I'm already taking care of it." Nathan looked over his shoulder from the phone. "Honey? You ought to take this call..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 3:13 pm
It was a quick procedure now that Ialo was out. The police had quickly loaded Ialo into the chopper and had made lift-off within minutes. A few hours later and the chopper reached a remote landing strip in the mountains, where a jet was waiting to transport Ialo to Alcatraz. The police shifted Ialo from the chopper to the jet, unceremoniously dumping him in the cargo hold in a very small, caged box, and promptly began the the flight sequence.
Five hours later and Ialo's box was being carted down the halls of the infamous Alcatraz prison. The guards were taking him down to the basement, through the old passageways, past all the cobwebs and ghosts of the past, and through the reinforced steel door at the very bottom of the complex. This door had been feared by the convicts left to rot in the 'dungeons' of Alcatraz for as long as the building was open. Many thought it was the unofficial execution chamber, because nobody who went in ever came back out. In reality of course, this was a stupid notion because this door simply lead to a dead-end room with a small circular indent in the floor. But the indent was special. Several series of runes were carved into it, lacing over each in a crisscrossing pattern. The runes were old, far older than anything anyone would have ever known before. They seemed to be older than the stone the prison itself was made out of. This circle was actually a portal, and it led to a place nobody, not even a god, would want to go.
Ialo was placed in the circle, and one of the officers pushed a rune on the floor near the base of the circle. Immediately the circle began to glow a multitude of colors, and seconds later Ialo was teleported out of Alcatraz, far far away from Earth, from the Milky Way, even from this plane of existence. Ialo had been transferred to the maximum security holding cells of the High Courts of Magic.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 4:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:42 pm
Cuwen Lin laughed and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. "I want you to call me whatever you wish. If you had your own name for me, I think it would be... well, sweet." She blushed slightly and looked over at Dymetri's desk, hoping to hide it. "What is your first class? Since it is Monday now, my first class is Advanced Western Herbs."
His face brightened at seeing his schedule. "I think I'm going to like being a student," he said, putting down his papers. He almost skipped toward Lin and hugged her. "You know," he began, speaking against her soft hair, "I actually was never a student before. I was always working with and for my family, to earn a living. It was a much simpler time, back when children weren't required to take school. This is much easier than I would've expected though. Of course, I haven't actually gone through my first day."
He stepped back and looked at her. "You look magnificant, Lin. Shall we have some breakfast?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:20 pm
Lin giggled happily at Dymetri's actions and words. He was so happy! He almost had skipped over to her. She never wanted anything to make him upset. She knew that was impossible and a silly thing to wish for, but she wished it could be real. She wanted him to be this happy forever.
She looked up at Dymetri and smiled warmly. "Do you know how incredibly attractive it is to see you get excited about being a student, especially since you have never been one? I love learning and studying. Dymetri... you and I are such a great match right now that it is almost scary."
She leaned up and kissed his cheek. Instead of pulling back afterward, though, she simply smiled against his cheek and then spoke, allowing her lips to brush his cheek lightly.
"I was already advanced in archery before I left home for Bai Ching as a young elf. I would love to help you with your studies in Advanced Archery if you need it."
She pulled back and held his hands in both of hers. Her eyes were dancing with joy. This was like Lin's ultimate dream, to be with someone who was excited to learn and who she loved completely.
"Let us go to breakfast, yes. It is ironic that we are discussing archery while we are heading to breakfast, is it not?"
She winked at him, hoping he remembered their breakfast 'meeting' on the second day she had known him.
While she walked with him down to the cafeteria, she started to talk about different study aspects. "Since you have never been a student before, I will help you in any way I can! I can set up your study schedule, your homework schedule, schedule in proper breaks, and of course, you will need proper rest to be in the optimum health and alertness to learn. Since you are human, you might also want to consider consuming vitamins."
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 7:52 pm
"So, you three are what remains of the Council. You will be hunted, the Council shall reform as it always does in times of strife, and they will send for your heads." He paused, overlooking those that stood before him. In defiance of the old ways, they alone had agreed to once again stand by the side of he who gave them their might. "And you're sure you wish to join my cause?"
Each dropped to a knee and bowed their heads in respect before a simultaneous "Of course, my Lord." rang out.
"Good. Rise, each of you, and be reborn."
The old god stretched out his arm, and placed a single bead of a brilliant but dark purple energy before each of their heads.
The first grabbed his bead with the same burning passion by which he lived, squeezing it into his palm until it disappeared. Almost instantly his shining, golden armor began to flake and chip and rust, until a dulled silver armor took its place. His hair, previously a healthy brown, seemed to drain of color as it began to change to a ghostly white from tip to root. He stood, and took his place next to The Fallen with an expectorant grin.
The next bead was taken quickly, as the bearer shot forwards and swallowed it down. Interestingly enough, the only visible change in this deity was the changing of his eyes from the burning embers of the underworld, to a deep, oceanic blue. He too rose, and took his place next to The Fallen.
The final took hold of the bead, and casually pushed it against the forehead until finally the body absorbed it. Cyan hair turned white as this one's silver armor stained to a light purple. Placing a hand upon the ground, a multitude of crimson vines sprang forth and encircled her, their thorns circling so close to her flesh but never touching. She too rose, and assumed the final place.
"Good, good. With this new power and that traitorous Zeus dead, I announce you to be the New Gods of Olympus. Go forth Apollo, Hades, and Ananke, go forth and spread the will of your Lord and Ruler. You shall be called upon when the time comes, now begone."
Each bowed, and with a simultaneous "At once, Lord Riser.", they were gone.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 7:54 pm
((BTW, I'm looking for people that would be willing to take charge of these new Gods. If not I'll RP as them, but I'd really like it if other people would. So if there are any volunteers let me know, they wont be used for awhile now anyways))
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 7:22 pm
As the guards had activated the runes within the abandoned prison, Ialo began to stir – his dragon blood made him sensitive to magic. His eyes had opened just in time to be blinded by brilliantly colored lights. He felt a weightless sensation, and connected it with being teleported. To where, he had no idea. Everything was completely unfamiliar and startling – two things Ialo Enlil really, really hated. He kept his eyes wide open though. As the lights from the spell died down, he would do his best to write as much of his surroundings into his memory. That’s right, that’s what he had told his satellites to do. In an unfamiliar situation, Ialo repeated to himself, observe your surroundings. Minimize damage to the self. Stay out of the fray. Observe. Observe, observe, observe, and write it all to memory. Never let a shred of it escape.
Act.
Ialo was shocked, courtesy of the finely crafted handcuffs around his wrists. At the rate he was going, he would probably have burn scars for months on his arms, unless… well, if Ophiuchus could find him, Ialo would ask him to get them out of here, wherever here was, first, then heal burns later. Or… Well, he did learn some more advanced healing spells from the demi-god – he better be watching over the school right now, otherwise that stupid Silas Lyme would come in and -
There was another tiny little shock. Silas Lyme, Ialo thought. If you say it quickly, it sounds like Slime. That’s it, from now on I’m calling him Slime, because that’s what he is –
Another shock.
So clearly, these things react to negative emotions…
Stop overthinking, and so something.
Ialo’s hand involuntarily twitched. Who the hell had tied his tail around him anyways? That hurt! That was his spine, dammit! Vertebrae could only bend at so much an angle!
Aaaaaact. I gotta do something, or I’m gonna go crazy in here!
No you won't, just shut up. There’s a better way to do this. Just lay low, stay quiet, observe, observe, observe, remember…
DO SOMETHING.
Ialo shivered slightly and quietly forced himself to fall unconscious, slumping back to the floor of the tiny cage he was put in. Really, he thought before he blacked out. Too often, it was the only way to quiet his mind. How could people be so bent on power that they would resort to forcing this on someone?
Setsuka. Duuuuhhhhhh. Except Slime seemed – seems? Is? - harmless next to Setsuka.
Well shut up, that’s a given.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:47 am
Slowly the lights in Ialo's cell began to flicker on, revealing the interior of the cell for the first time. It seemed to be some kind of solid cube, similar to solitary confinement in any other prison, except for the fact that it was big enough to hold two prisoners comfortably and there was a hole in the corner for prisoners to take care of their... business. The cell was completely devoid of anything remotely interesting; even the walls were a blank gray color. Although it was anyone's guess what the walls were made of exactly. Given what prison this was it was safe to assume that the walls were actually highly concentrated magic and energy. In fact, the only thing that Ialo had to look forward too was the fact that the Courts had decided to stick him with a cell mate. And that cell mate was just waking up from a nap as the lights flickered on.
Off in the corner was a massive heap of hair and muscle. The mass rumbled as it groggily got up and looked around. With three horns on top of it's head and a single eye, it was safe to assume that this creature was some type of cyclops, and a rather large one at that. This thing was most likely a good ten feet tall, and almost five feet wide at the shoulders. Coupled with the fact that it also had on a biker jacket and leather chaps suggested that it wasn't a creature to be messed with. The beast got up and looked around with it's single eye and immediately saw Ialo's cage. It got up and walked over to the steel bars and peered inside. The creature looked at Ialo's face and smiled broadly. "Well nao, looks like Bubba's gott's hisself a new pet. Howzzit goin ther pally?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 11:11 am
Well, screw this. Ialo sighed, and bit his lip as he looked up at the cellmate. This was awful, to say the least. The creature was likely three times Ialo's size.
Perhaps he would stay inside the cage. Ialo flicked the tip of his tail, and was surprised. Was it not....? Of course not, in this sort of prison. No magic, naturally. Dammit. He was stuck with his tail. And he was still handcuffed. Well, he could try to unwrap it from around himself, just by, well, trying.
"... I'm sorry, come again?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 11:35 am
((Lmao, I'm having far too much fun torturing Ialo like this.))
Unfortunately for Ialo he was about to become much closer friends with Bubba than he would ever have liked to. This was due in part to the fact that there was a steady beeping noise coming from the cage, and shortly after the cage began to unlock itself. Shortly the cage had unfolded and allowed Ialo to sprawl out of the tight space painfully. Now there was nothing between Ialo and Bubba, save for his tail. Which Bubba was eyeing appreciatively. "Hur hur, yannow, yew gots a purty tail." At which point Bubba picked up Ialo by his shoulders and brought him up to his eye level. Bubba grinned a big toothy grin as he belched right in Ialo's face. "...yannow, yew gots a purty mouth too."
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 11:43 am
Damn the handcuffs forever and ever, Ialo quickly decided as the cyclops picked him up. And damn himself for being such a lightweight, and -
"That's disgusting," Ialo snapped back as his face scrunched up in disgust. "Put me back down."
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 2:50 pm
Danni was busy trying to entertain Poopsie with some basic slight-of-hand tricks (AKA pulling candy from his ear) when a shudder went through her and the thought 'Ialo's about to get it up the a**' ran through her head. She blinked, considered such an image, considered how pissed off she was at him, and laughed so that Poopsie stared at her in wonder. "Oh, you bet he is. My boot'll be jammed up there so far when I get my hands on him." She said, chuckling, and Poopsie tilted his head to the side. "Who are you talking to, Mama?" He asked, sticking his thumb in his mouth, and was overjoyed when she grinned at him, pleased with the whole damned world for a moment as she imagined giving Poopsie and Ialo Toad as a pet. Teach him some responsibility. "Nobody, kiddo, nobody at all. Wanna go shopping?" She asked, suddenly in a much better mood, and chuckled again when Poopsie leaped to his feet and clapped. She took that for approval, and wrote up a quick note for whoever the hell might care, sending it to stick itself on her bedroom door in the bell tower. "New clothes for the Spawn Man. Sounds like a plan." She said, and hiked him up on her hip before stepping through a portal she conjured up. "I'm Poopsie, Mama." He said, hitching the Raggedy Andy doll in his arm as they traveled through the portal, feeling weightless, and Danni made an absent sound of agreement before they landed in an empty stall in the woman's restroom in an outlet mall. He only pouted a little bit when he found himself strapped into a child leash, which she'd summoned up hours before, when she'd realized he liked running around without telling her where the hell he was going. "Ok, squirt, let's get you some crap. Ooh, there first." Her eyes lit up when she found a Halloween store. It was here that she and Poopsie both had the most fun, though she had to drag him away from the Disney Princess rack and over into the boy's section. Within minutes, she'd set her credit card-thank you very much, secret savings and stocks-smoking. Her little man could now be a very rocking pirate, vampire, Jean Simmons, and (because he'd begged and she thought it was kind of cute), a clown. After she paid for those 'clothes', she led Poopsie to Sears, and thought she showed considerable restraint by only flipping off two of the many people who sent her strange looks whenever Poopsie called her 'Mama'. In Sears, she stocked up on the PJ's. To his eternal delight, she had him model each set, and they ended up walking out with a set of Cars PJs, Curious George PJs, Toy Story PJs, Power Rangers PJs, Sesame Street PJs, Speed Racer PJs, Spongebob PJs, and Superhero PJs. In her mind, if nothing else, the kid would look cool during the day, and stay warm at night. "What do you want now, little man?" She asked, carrying him into a stall, along with all their purchases. After checking underneath to make sure there was no one in the stalls next to her, she opened up a portal, shoving the numerous bags of clothes into it, where it would land in her room. "Boots like Mama's!" He said, and she cracked a smile, nodding. "All right. Shoe store it is, then. We'll go to Foot Locker." She said, and walked out of the stall with him, humming under her breath, since shopping for someone that wasn't herself always put her in a better mood. As long as she didn't have to try anything on, it was a good day. In Foot Locker, she spoiled him shamelessly, having him try on countless pairs of shoes. In the end, after a few laughs and some searching, they came out with a pair of mini biker boots, some rain boots, sandals, and a pair of sneakers. And they were only just getting started.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 10:44 am
BoomXXIV ((BTW, I'm looking for people that would be willing to take charge of these new Gods. If not I'll RP as them, but I'd really like it if other people would. So if there are any volunteers let me know, they wont be used for awhile now anyways)) ((Question: did you consult with Laura, who has unofficially been sort-of in charge of the Greek gods before declaring Zeus dead? Because that would change a helluva lot that's been happening in Bai Ching.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 7:12 pm
((Ok, I've lost whatever post might've been made for her before, so we'll try this again.))
"I know it's here somewhere, Milo. We aren't usually this geographically challenged. It's not even a massively huge school. We shouldn't be this pathetic." Gia Saphron pushed open another random door, and found herself in an infirmary of sorts. And, thank the good baby Jesus, there were people in it. Sane looking, non-drunken people. And there was no singing. This was looking better already.
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