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 Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 11:42 pm
Mugiri was slightly awakened b the droids approach, and all he cried for was "Water!" If he could just get some past is dry, cracked lips, his wounds would heal themselves, as they had done since many tings happened, many years ago.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 11:50 pm
"Every time he does that I'm impressed all over again..."
Sho was reeeeeally bloody fast. But it seemed his notion was correct, there was something further up the tower. It was a good thing Sho had come down. If he hadn't Cole probably would have disregarded the upper levels entirely.
Then the world jumped, and he almost missed it. He shot sideways out of the tower and ended up in open sky off to the left of the tower itself.
"Gah! What the heck?"
So he tries to continue up, and seems to move and inch for every yard.
"Alright, this place is getting annoying. Hope there's something in there."
He grumbles irritably, comparing the pace to that of a snail's in his head. The first thing he notices is that this floor's walls were different... though he couldn't really tell what they were. The probabilities around the walls were ridiculously complex, misting outwards in hugely varying degrees of size shape and speed. And the closer he got, the more they sped up. Right before he breasted the window he got a closer look and realized what they were. Glass, windows probably. It made sense, such things were easily broken so they misting effect was the hundreds of thousands of different ways the windows could break. He just wondered why the effect was speeding up.
These thoughts still troubled him as he rose up even to the 100th floor.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 12:17 am
Micha: . . . ?
*Micha would for a moment or two, turn back toward Mastema and blink. He probably had no idea what he had done to deserve the pat. Especially after the whole, getting beaten up by Mastema, leaving him in his bed to recover over a long period of time thing happening. Still, like Trilla there was obviously something inherited that was bubbling to the surface. Though if the boy had been paid attention to earlier, as in nearly a year earlier, Mastema would have noticed quite the same. Micha had more or less been that way for the most part, for the better part of a year. Trilla watched, curious as to why Micha was pat aswell. Eventually Micha would turn back towards his glass, he'd likely take another sip from it after the next idea or two were brought up*
Trilla: <.< | ?
*The windows to the top of the tower were one way, meaning that from the inside you could see the citadel, but from outside, there was likely a dark tint, making it impossible to see inside*
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 1:28 am
::As soon as Sho would enter the door Tyrsais would look right at him and give him a strange look as if he should have something with him.::
You missed it? Stop looking with your eyes Sho...
::He would chuckle slightly spinning in his chair lightly not caring to interfer with with Mastema's talk with the children, and not wanting to bother Thanatos unless he asked for aid. He looked at Nana and smiled slightly at her::
Lady Nana how is your health?
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 10:24 am
Trilla: <.< | ?
*While Tyrsais was speaking to Sho, Trilla would look from Mastema and Micha to Sho whom was still at the door. "It"? What was "It"? "Stop looking with your eyes"? But the only way to see things was with his eyes.... wasn't it? In a literal sense that much had to be true, but Tyrsais was getting at something else. For now, Trilla wouldn't understand at all, though by now she'd realized the only one between her and Tyrsais now, was Orias and Eecheb now that he was there. Meanwhile Nana would address Tyrsais when questioned*
...As well as can be expected given the circumstances I've recently been through, I suppose.
*Vauge, granted but Tyrsais didn't need any more than that. It wasn't his buisness to know more than that afterall. It seemed to be more or less small talk, to pass the time until the next round of ideas were presented. But "Lady Nana"? That was a title that usually only Zio would address her by, and perhaps Slayer. No one else really addressed her like that, so it gave a strange feel to the already small talk, conversation they had going*
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 6:40 pm
O.o *Orias turned his head and looked at Eecheb, slightly surprised by his movement* Heyo o_O what's up, kiddo? *He had been silent since Mastema had yelled at him, and had been reflecting on it since*
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 6:49 pm
Eecheb: o__o | Nothing. Just saying "hi". So.... are you gunna show something too?
*Surely the great toaster of cream had something up his sleeves right? Even if only something small. If anything, Orias had protected the citadel on several occassions that Tyrsais had not. That alone gave him a few extra steps up on the ladder. That plus Tyrsais had infected Thanatos with some virus, Orias had not. Granted Orias didn't have that many friends in the citadel, but he did have them. Those who hadn't shunned him for one reason or another, and were fine with his presense there*
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:09 pm
._. I suppose... *Orias had thought of a few ideas beforehand, but didn't feel like bringing them up. If he had said anything else that Mastema didn't like, he'd lose a finger. He was rather fond of having his fingers attatched* << Lord Mastema... I have a few suggestions. ._.
*He scratched the back of his head* Eh...well you know how quite a few of us thrive on certain elements, myself included. With this, there are also some who falter in certain elements. Why not create something that can harness the weather, atmosphere, and temperature? >> I have an idea of how to power it aswell... *He went and unsheathed Fuukoriken, his sword like an ice talon. It gave off an extremely cold air* This, aswell as the blade your Alpha Zenogais possesses could possibly work...
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:14 pm
*Though the conference was in a short recess, it was good to know that Orias did have something to contribute. Perhaps he would go first once this short few minute recess was up. Eecheb brought up the obvious, about Orias' sword. It was indeed cold, just as Orias' lair had been, aswell as his coat. Orias needed to get his coat back actually, but Eecheb didn't have it on him at the moment, perhaps he'd left it back in his room*
Eecheb: o.o | Oh? It looks cold!
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:26 pm
Cole finally makes it through the window and steps into the conference room and into a surprise. There were people in here! Kids too and... woah.
O_O Maybe it would be best if he stayed ethereal, that thing didn't look friendly in the slightest.
Still, something distracts him even from the guardians. He KNEW these people! Not knew them knew them, but had seen them in his head. Sho and that violent guy with the sword were here (Which was out he noted, careful there) but all the others... The children, the men, even the one woman in the room. He didn't know their names, but their faces had haunted him for weeks now. So many of them... so many of the faces from his head...
It made his eyes hurt. Maybe there were more answers here than he could have believed.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:44 pm
Sho: >> Hmm? Nani? *Sho was rather befuddled by Tyr's statement, but let it slide for now, and took his seat again*
*Mastema did not intervene in the talk between Nana and Tyr; they were fine for now. Mastema, seeming rather indifferent, listened to Orias's suggestion of a weather manipulation device*.... I doubt that a sword of ice could harness much power as a generator. But go on.... explain more of its purpose and use....... so far it sounds like you are asking me to build an air conditioner..... *While listening, Mastema's head turned to one side of the room. Cole might notice that Mastema's piercing stare fell almost level with his own eyes*
*The bots were not currently equipped with water, and their orders were to bring him to an infirmary. Anything else would take presidence after that. The two bots would hoist Mugiri onto a carrying bed before starting their trek back to the citadel with him*
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:50 pm
Orias: ._. Heh... Well, you see, if we can do this, we could create near-perfect battle conditions for whomever it is that is fighting. I merely use ice as an example...but my attacks, aswell as Tyrsais' would be much more effective, could we lower the temperature enough. The same could go for someone who uses fire, if we had an ally that used it quite often if we upped the temperature. As I said previously, it could also be used to hamper our enemies' abilities in the same way by using opposing elements.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:58 pm
O_O...
Well then, apparently someone could see him up here. That guy... something about the look in his eyes advised him not to screw around here.
^^;;;
"Hello, am I interupting?"
He didn't know if the man could here him too, but it never hurt to be polite. Not like anyone else was here in this other place to think he was any crazier than he already knew he was.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 8:06 pm
*Eecheb would be between Sho's seat, and Orias' while he listened to Orias talk to Mastema. Now the boy wasn't sure if he should sit down again or stick around until told to sit down again. While pondering it, he would turn his attention back up to Omega, who seemed to still be clung to the ceiling. Now that was one cool thing, it could hand upsidedown, hiss, fly, crawl, it had a tail, and could do a lot of things. Omega was definitly worth investigating more in the future if the chance presented itself*
Eecheb: o___o
*Like Mastema, Micha would also turn to look toward Cole, who had appeared suddenly. Whether or not Cole could be seen by Micha wasn't known, he could have just been mimicing Mastema again afterall. Trilla had her glass of water and was taking a big few gulps. She was more or less happy for the moment and was only paying attention to her water*
Micha: . . .
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 9:06 pm
And why would this not be accomplishable by the subject in question? One thing that I have certainly learned in my experience is that something like climate must be adapted to because climate itself is nearly impossible to change. Now I can certainly appreciate the fact that comfort might be improvable in combat, regardless of whether or not more comfort is indicative of better combative ability, but I certainly don't see how this could be such a significant improvement. And perhaps a better question is just how do you propose to control the temperature in such a way that it is more of a benefit than a tax on the citadel and its defenders. Altering weather in just one small place is no easy feat *Cole would receive no response from Mastema, and the man soon turned to Orias. It left no answer to the question of whether he'd actually seen Cole, merely felt an intuitive sense, or just turned that direction by luck. Nana had once witnessed one of Mastema's alterations on weather, and that single stunt had knocked him out for some time*
*The rest of the table seemed equally skeptical not of the purpose of Orias's idea but of how it could be done and how much toll it would take to do it*
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