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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:56 pm
Tegral Tegral's smile faded into a frown, a deep and thoughtful frown. "Must remember to install anti-psychotic drug injectors. Neuralogical disruption isn't good." It took the machine a moment to register what D had said, not because he was slow, or dim witted, but because for the life of him he couldn't bring himself to care. In his opinion Draeken was just another mass produced, omni-energetic being who uses magic, or auras, to control a force that could never be described short of imagination. "Now, now, moron. Had I wanted to attack I would have done so." Laughing he scratched the back of his head with his left arm, leaving the still highly radioactive, plasma scored, right arm to blaze it's orange flames. "Surely not even a dumb a** such as yourself can't see this for what it is." "Oh? And what is it?" Draeken tilted his head a bit and grinned maliciously. "Pretend I'm a dumbass for a moment and explain what your motive was. It would be most entertaining." Draeken seemed to be ignoring the mans right arm, or the off-handed manner in which he was responding. This man was not one of his priorities right now. Getting his wife back by any means was. For the moment, this man might as well not truly exist as anything more than a brief distraction.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:01 pm
DustyMemory The creatures could try, in vain. However, her weaponry was built into her body. Regardless of their apparent strength, they couldn't tear her body apart. She was thinking of what to do, as she continued to knock aside each creature with the chainsaw built into her left arm. The gouge was being torn open wider, as another was made. Regardless, she held fast with a growl. Still the creatures swarmed her relentlessly. Those that were knocked away came back within seconds. A second wound opening only seemed to provide them with more energy, while the first wound was being fed upon now. Those that were feeding upon it seemed to be getting stronger and even began to force their bodies into the wound as if attempting to enter her body entirely.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:07 pm
Tegral "A diversion..." He laughed, slowly turning around to face Draeken. "Think about it," He stated, still chuckling under his breath as he reached up and yanked away a fist full of his own golden hair. "Your wife, and daughter are now," Slidding his hand over his face he tore off five long strips of flesh with his nails, exposing the bloodied metalic skeleton under, "In the layer of one of the," Sliding his hand down closer to his mouth he bit off his index finger, a shower of sparks pelting him in the face burning the flesh that still remained, "If not the most powerful," Spitting the hunk of mechanical finger at D's feet Tegral staggered a step closer, reaching out with his plasma engulfed arm, "Villian of the Black Company!" His laughter was inhuman, partially because he was a machine and thus could not comprehend the concept behind joy or happiness or atleast he shouldn't be able too. "Think about it...what are they doing to your precious Phia?! I can think of a couple of things I'd like to do to her in a private little room! Hahahaha!!" Draeken's facial expression didnt change one bit as the machine spoke to him. His eyes didnt even shift or change at all. "You are boring me. I know what is happening inside there and there is no chance, as of yet, that my daughter will be harmed. Whatever Mastema is doing to Phia, likely it isnt good. I have come to terms with that. There is also the possibility that she is simply being kept for some future experiment that Mastema might have. Either way, I want her back." For a moment Draeken would remain silent, his green eyes like cold steel as they stared at the machine without shifting so much as a millimeter. His left arm moved suddenly, as if it were lightening, his hand reaching forward to grasp the plasma engulfed fist. "As for what you would like to do? So would many other men. Unfortunately, you, nor them, will ever get that chance."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:13 pm
DustyMemory She knew she was fighting a losing battle, but the thrill of it was overwhelming. She'd faced worse odds. With a deep growl, her vision blinded and was filled with only a face. A face that drove her into a frenzied rage. With her right hand she took ahold of any close, tearing with all her strength as she brought her left arm down to hack off the attacking limbs. Readouts blurred across the face of her lost love, as the helm-mounted weapons continually fired at everything in her blind-sight. She wasn't going to go down easy at all.
With D gone, the men concentrated their fire on the mass attacking Kahlendria. A spray of bullets would be fired at the things, as well as some lighter explosive shells. The creatures began to scream in pleasure as they felt the woman become engraged. Her erratic movements managed to injure a few of them slightly, but not kill. The spray of bullets and light explosives only served to whip them into more of a frenzy. A few of the more tired, if not exactly more injured ones, began to circle around the mass that still swarmed Kahlendria. It appeared that while they were incredibly tough, they were not invincible.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:19 pm
Tegral The second Dreaken's bare flesh touched Tegral's arm it would burn away. Regardless if he could move mountains on a whim or if he could conjure evil spirits from the dead, the plasmic flames would seer the flesh from his bones. Consider holding a ball of fire in your bare, human, hands. It would burn and crackle the flesh until it too was scortched away. The plasma would act the exact same way. "I doubt many men would want her for the same reasons I would, D." For once, during that entire conversation, Tegral sounded sane. His voice was solid, sane, and cold, his eyes fixated on D's or rather it seemed he was trying to look through his skull. The plasma did burn Draeken's hand, but no where near as much as one would have expected. Instead of incinerating his hand, flesh, muscle, and bone alike, it slowly burnt the skin. The sick smell of burning flesh filled the air, but it seemed as if Draeken didnt even feel it. The only response he seemed to have was that his fingers began to apply an amount of pressure on Tegral's fist that would bend soft steel. His grip only continued to tighten as there was a small fluxutation of his aura. "I do not care what your intent with my wife is. You shall never have her the way you want her. Nor in any way except your own sick fantasies. One thing I can guarentee, however, is that you, Mastema, or anyone else that ever decides to attempt harm to my wife, will die a slow and painful death."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:30 pm
Tegral "Oh really?" Tegral murmured as he reached over, grasping D's hand with his free left hand. Slowly Tegral began to apply pressure, nothing so strong as he could have managed, just enough to crush stone. No longer did Tegral even seem to really care, for all he cared D could go jump off a cliff. Off in the distance a mechanized brute suddenly sprang to life. It's armored shell slowly raising from it's restful slumber, weapons tasting the air once more. A signal had been sent from Tegral, encrypted and hidden, to activate the monster which was now walking towards D and his opponents. The bones in Draeken's hand did nothing more than crack while it still applied more and more pressure. "Interesting. Something large is headed this way. I would wager that this is your doing. Either that or whoever is firing all those long range weapons. If you are hoping to be rid of me, you might as well give up now." He was talking as if they were actually sitting at a table drinking and conversing peacefully.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:34 pm
DustyMemory Kahlendria was also, exceedingly tough. Her blind rage seemed to let her lose track of any pain, or even the wounds. Reacting to her every blind thought, her body moveed and continued it's assault. Flesh was torn from her, to reveal metallic parts and such. Ragardless, armor covvered most of the vital parts, and as such they were merely scraping her sides and a bit on her legs. Tearing into her, only to find the flesh was uneeded by her to continue her assault. As the wounds widened, the creatures began to force their entire bodies within them and attempt to wreak havoc from within the woman, whether or not her innards were protected. They would simply continue their assault on the protections of her body until they could get at her vital organs. A few more became slightly injured, but they still did not stop their assault.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:38 pm
"I know full well what is going on outside and inside the barrier. I have a clone conversing with Than, trying to get back my wife. Outside the barrier I have you and someone else causing myself as well as Mastema trouble. There is a large machine that seemingly out of no where just activated. You are jabbing at my hand with very small needles. You are trying to distract me from getting my wife. From doing anything productive. You do not mean to kill me. I know what is going on." As his bones continued to crack, bit by bit, he applied still more pressure to Tegral's fist. Enough now to match the pressure the machine was putting on his own hand. Slowly it would become more. Draeken didnt even break a sweat.
"Also, my creatures are attacking and slowly defeating a woman that seems to be a cyborg. The moon is out. The stars are shining. It's relatively cold outside. I know full well what is going on around me."
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