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 Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 11:23 pm
*He blinked at the radish, it had seemingly knocked some sence into him. He sat there blinking at it for a moment before rubbing his head and prodding the small device on the back of his neck.*
"Ok, I deserved that... But Nyx...I haven't a clue as how to escape my fate. A powerful psychic, Nicoli Aquila, he has me as a prisoner in my own mind. Thoughts trapped on death and killing...contemplations of the future. I haven't a means to escape or a way to keep my sanity...."
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 2:21 am
Well s**t... ::She sighed and laid back on the (still rather comfy biggrin ) floor, closing her eyes.:: Why is he doing that to you?
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 3:01 am
*Torment blinked once or twice before busting out laughing. He leaned to the side and fell over, holding his gut he was laughing so hard.*
~~~
*After a few moments he is able to regain his composure before he speaks again.*
"Perhaps we should sit in a chair or something."
*He got up and pulled out a chair for her, waiting to push it in for her as she sat down, or to simply disregard it at her wishes, and then moved to sit down himself.*
"You really don't remember how much of a b*****d I am, or was, do you? In my time, depending on your view of the timelines, I am either one of the most dangerous criminals, most powerful police officers, or a forgotten criminal caged in his own little world by choice. As you see me now I am the third. I have scoured my soul of nearly all my sins, which reminds me about something, but I'll come back to it. Nicoli is both punishing me for the sins of my past consciousnesses and testing me. I wish to become part of a special task force he is in charge of. I am perfect for the job, and he knows it. Yet who would suffer a criminal under their command?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 7:30 pm
:::A young woman's figure begins to fade slowly upon the floor of the room. As her figure solidifies, she moves slowly from a lying position to a sitting one. Her forhead is scrunched, and she puts her hand to her head, as though in pain:::
uuuughhh....
:::She lets out a low groan and reaches with one hand to a large metal device on her opposite wrist, and presses a button. A female voice resonates from it:::
"Priliminary Vital Status Check. Circulatory 100%. Respiratory 95%. Nervous 100%. Begin Secondary Vital Status Check?"
No...
"Vitality Check Complete"
::sigh...::: I seem to be alright.
:::Her voice is low and strong. She presses another button on her wrist and begins to speak into the device:::
It seems that the rebel insurgence blast attack had rendered me incapacitated. For how long I do not know...the blast has destablized my timing mechanism. My vitals are nominal. I do not know where I am.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 7:38 pm
:::She looks around, observing her surrounding seriously. Her thought process is deep. She speaks again into her recording device:::
I have been placed in a holographic vortex, not of Omega Force design. It does not appear to be a training program. But the hologram is loaded as there are doors, a chair, and a table made of a material that I am not familiar with. It appears brown and fibrious as though once living.
The rebels must have taken me hostage while unconcious and placed me in their hologram. I do not understand why I am not manacled or dead.
I will begin studying the objects around me.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 9:37 pm
((Aight, but I won't be using the character Torment. Instead I'll be using Tacitus, he's in that profile thread thing...))
*A man of rather average build slowly fades in, laying upon the bar, half asleep it seems. He wears a black t-shirt that is heavily wrinkled and stained, as aell as twisted around his torso and pulled up slightly. His dark green pants are unbottoned and half unzipped and he wears no socks or shoes. Upon his head in the unkempt grey hair are two large curving horns that glow a deep black. Aside from the horns he seems entirely human.*
"mmm...work it..."
*He shifted his hips and then rolled over slighlty, falling off the bar and hitting the stools once before hitting the ground.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 9:42 pm
:::Her attention is caught by the new arrival. She does what comes naturally:::
:: razz ointing her finger at him::: Stop right there! You are under arrest for membership or by association with the rebel insurgence. Discard all your weapons and put your hands behind your head.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 9:55 pm
((before I forget, Tavin would prefer those that RP here to post their profiles and read the rules, posting in the rules thread so he knows people have read them and such.))
*Tac groans slightly as he pushes himself off the floor and pulls Niishima's badge out of his side. He glances at it and noticed it still had a piece of her shirt attatched to it and chuckled slightly. His brain registers the other person in the room yelling at him, but doesn't really give a damn just yet. He mutters to himself just loud enough for her to hear as he sits up.*
"You can hold your horses young lady. ********, yelling at a Police Commissioner, what has this world degraded to? I mean yeah I'm ******** my secretary, but geez, I deserve respect..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 9:59 pm
You have been given your first warning. This will be your last. Procede to disarm yourself and put your hands behind your head. If you decline, the Omega Force entitles me to full executive power to incapacitate you by intense nausia, or force. How do you respond?
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:09 pm
*He glanced at the woman, the light catching his eyes, one a brilliant orange and the other a dark green.*
"Just who the hell are you to be giving me orders, young one? There is no juristiction by GPD or Omega whatever here. Hell, I should be placing you under arrest for threat of physical harm of a police officer if you're going to keep that mentality. As for that nausea thing, don't think it'd get much worse."
*He slowly stood up and leaned over the bar, throwing up.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:14 pm
:::Thinking twice, but only wavering momentarily. She straightens her stance, and thrusts her cletched right fist over the left side of her chest abover her heart:::
First Rank Officer Cora Serenis from the House of El. State your rank and title.
:::She stood still and tall, her unflintching gaze locked with his eye level, awaiting his answer. She is more confused perhaps than she ever has been, but does not stray from procedure:::
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:25 pm
*He slowly pulls himself off the bar and starts to respond, but thrusts himself back over the bar and throws up once more. This time when he pulls himself from the bar he rubs his horns for a moment before cursing himself once or twice. After a moment of muttering to himself he looks up at the woman standing at attention, his eyes tracing up her body.*
"God damn if I wasn't feeling like s**t..."
*He stops theres as he hops up on a stool.*
"As for me you can call me Tac. I'm a Commissioner of the Gaia Police Department along with two others. ugh I feel like s**t..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:32 pm
:::Cora is unsure how to react. He says that he is an officer of the law...somewhere, but does not act like any officer she has ever had contact with. His procedures are unsound. Yet, she does not hear fluctuation in his heart beat or pulse pattern though it is greatly muffled by the gurgling in his stomach and she does not suspect that he is lying:::
::: still standing straight, but letting down her arm:::
Forgive my misjudgement. I am not in my element. Please tell me where I am.
:::she doesn't show emotion, in case he is indeed an officer of the law. It would be inapporiate to display confusion openly to a fellow officer...but at the moment she feels like being home:::
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:40 pm
"Feh, people always askin me for help. 'Where am I? Why am I burning? Save me from the big robot trying to eat me.' Feh, people suck."
*He turns and bangs his head on the counter, hitting it just right so one of his horns gets stuck in the countertop.*
"AAAAHH ******** tugs a bit to try and pry his head out, but leaves it as he tries to kinda turn and adress the woman once more.*
"Feh, You are in the Brink of Time. A place that really doesn't exist anywhere in time, I should know, been around the timeline a few times myself. People just come anbd go and go and come. When you come you come and when you leave its as if you never left. This place has become almost like a home away from home to some people. For me its just an escape from the whining, but a prison keeping me from my secretary."
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:49 pm
:::Cora walks over to the counter where his horn seems to be jammed:::
Allow me to assist you.
:::She didn't wait for an answer. She took a very firm grip on the horn, and in one controlled motion pulled it from it's trap. She didn't let on that she found it most odd that a man had horns...inside, she was freaking out. Brink of Time....??? What in God's Name?? She thought:::
:::she noticed the counter of the bar suddenly, and without bothering to take a step back from Tac, began to speak into her recording device again:::
I have identified the fibruous substance spotted earlier. It has been displayed in the Omegatropolis Museum. I believe they call it wood.
:::She stopped recording, and looked again at the man standing in front of her, regaining his baring:::
Please explain to me why I am here, and how I get back home.
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