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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:14 pm
The Headquarters of the Gaians In Black, everywhere you look someone is running about on some sort of mission, but today there was more panic than ususal. I picked myself up and dusted myself off, and began to notice the armour that I was now wearing, a tail, P3 claws and torso lazer, and my face covered by a standard ninja mask.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:06 am
I'm getting pretty tired of following Pent everywhere.
After the crazy battle-ish thing, I flash-stepped through the warp hole that Pent's teleportation created and fell near on top of him, still on my feet. He's in a very cool techno-ninja looking gear.
"Stop changing your gear, man. It's hurting my fashion sense." He grinned and held out a hand to pick the agent up.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 5:53 pm
Neyna propped her hands on her hips as she stared at the spot where the "trail" ended. Using class B restricted tracing salt (usually available only on company espionage projects), she had been able to follow the footsteps of the two men...up to a point. The battle had been finished by the time she made it to the site. She had observed with some relief that it didn't seem like anyone had died, though lava and strange things would periodically erupt from the ground. But now, with two sets of footprints vanishing into thin-air...that was a problem.
She reached into the pouch at her side, and threw more salt on the floor. Once again, ghost-like images of the footprints hovered in front of her. "It's unlikely that they flew." She scowled at the ground. "I guess they must have teleported or something. Though how they managed to, I've no idea..."
A while later saw Neyna surrounded by miniature fogs created from the liberal flinging around of different brands of tracing salt. "Damn it. Magewalk didn't work...neither did any of the ritualistic powders...nothing gave me anything concrete to work with." Neyna swore a few more times, and then coughed as she inhaled some of the salts.
Kkkshhh.
"Woah." Neyna shook her head, disoriented. "I guess it was a combination of the spacerip trace and that blue stuff...what was that?"
For some reason, there was a bunch of men wearing black running around everywhere.
"Huh. Where am I?"
{[Hiya.]}
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 5:56 pm
'You can worry about fashion later Sharad, I have a feeling that the parallel version of Tenshi may be in great danger!' I yell towards Sharad as I head towards Ginji's office.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:28 pm
Pent is pretty gung-ho about basically everything. It's kinda fun.
I'm about to follow him, but the same rift I caught a ride through gives birth to a visitor. I simultaneously pull my daggers and launch myself at the girl that popped out of the warp-hole, but stop and skid to a halt. It's that elf-girl, from the party... the medic.
"Oh... uh... well, if you got in here, you must be connected with the..." I scanned my memory, trying to remember what poor Cindy had called it before she became Assimilated.
"The Saikyou Crisis!" I chirped triumphantly and a little idiotically, then looked into the girl's elven eyes. I sat myself down and invited her to do the same, too tired to give half a rat's a** about the GiB Visitor Neuralization Re-information procedure.
"So... I won't ask you how you got here, it's probably an Elven trade secret or something." I grin. "But why did you follow us?"
I realize my manners are a bit off-kilter, given that one of my previous best office buddies has transformed into a black-tentacled seething monster that nearly killed one of my OTHER best office buddies and destroyed an entire mansion with very little effort, taking all the partygoers with it.
I should go see Section 8 for some R&R.
I jump up and stick my hand out. "I apologize for being such a caveman. I'm Agent Darkangel, of the GiB." I flash the GiB's trademark 'mysterious grin.'
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:49 pm
'Sir? Ginji? Are you in here? There is something very important I have to tell you.'
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 1:15 pm
It was all pretty confusing to be suddenly spat out of the remnants of inhaled trace powder, and come face-to-face with a...man. Right, a man carrying daggers who had pulled them out just when Neyna was wondering where the heck she was.Then she got a good look at the daggers and figured out that she had probably accidentally broken into someone's secret organization (again). This was why Leader would never put her on their diplomacy projects.
And then he said something about the crisis - at least that made sense, Tenshi going nuts was certainly a crisis - and something about an elven trade secret, which made no sense. He also smiled at her, which contradicted the hypothesis that she had done something bad - breaking into people's organizations counted as bad, right?
"Erm...I'm not exactly elven, though there's fae blood on my mother side." She replied on autopilot, and then caught the tail end of some other questions. "Ah. I'm Neyna of Siltairyn, Agent. It's nice to meet you--" Here, she pushed her sleeves back and shook his hand, "I'm here on...company orders, here's our card--" She quickly stuffed a hand into a pocket and pulled out a simple index card, "And, um, I'm here 'cause all the people who were alive and non-possessed were escorted out, and the Leader told me that I should be 'gather my allies', and then I heard about that battle, and so I thought I should follow you to find why Tenshi's gone maniac and see if I can help so please don't kill me."
She took a deep breath. "Um. Did any of that make sense? Also, sorry about breaking into...er, I assume this is...GiB's headquarters?"
And to make up for rambling on and on, she quickly added, "Sir."
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 5:03 pm
LOL. Sir? Really? Who was she, some street waif?
"I'm no Sir... miss," he added with a roguish grin. "And technically you did something bad, but you're all right and my best friend just went bonkers and started killing people. So I'll let it slide." He grinned.
"I won't mind your company and all, but you're on GiB classified ground. Everything that goes on in here is secret. So I can't have you running your mouth to just anyone... scratch that, to anyone at all." He sighed. He wouldn't neuralize her... yet.
"So... if you're here to stop the Crisis... why not tag along with me? Provided," he said, "that you don't slow me down. And I'm pretty fast. I don't want to have to carry you." Ugh... he'd had enough of carrying people in the Sycophant crisis. And Pent/Draxio was trying to kill him. That wasn't fun.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:00 pm
"I can keep secrets." Neyna gave him a small smile. "And," She tacked on hurriedly, "You won't have to carry anything. I'll keep up."
She stuffed the card back into her pocket, and looked up at him. Now that the important matters were cleared out the way and she wasn't about to "disappear" for breaking and entering, life was good. She still had a niggling question in the back of her mind about the agent's friend, but it was probably wise to keep silent about it for the time being.
Neyna shuffled her feet, and allowed herself to slouch a bit. "So, what about we going to do about Tenshi?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 7:38 pm
I returned from Ginji's office, 'Ginji isn't in his office and... Ugh...' I manage to say to Sharad and the girl in the ragged jumper before collapsing to the ground, another agent passed by, 'How long has it been since we left the Von Helson Manor?'...
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:40 pm
(returning to first person o3o)
Heh... she's a bit funny. If not a little confused and flustered... then again, she's almost been killed, then warped, then nearly memory-wiped, then threatened.
Bah. Happens to me all the time. It's called working in N.E.E.W.D. with Ginji. Oh the fun we have.
I turn to Neyna and answer her question just as Pent run-slides in. "Well, we're gonna go back and fight her, of cour- what the hell? Pent, get off the ground." I pick him up bodily (I'm not a half-Fallen for nothing, ya know) and dump him on his feet. "It's hardly been..." I check my GiB S13-issue laser watch and accidentally burn a hole in the ceiling. Oops... I can hear screaming. Must have been the ladies' bathroom. Haha.
I quickly divert their attention back to the time. "It's been a good six-ish minutes, buddy. What say we haul a** back out there?"
WOAH. Wait... what was tha... ohshiz. The sound of exploding chemicals echoes from miles away.
"Tenshi... she's at the Durem Reclamation Facility."
In a last gesture on half-gentlemanliness, I kiss Nenya's hand and dive back into the receding warp hole. "Gotta go, guys... Pent, take care of Neyna..."
And I'm gone.
(battlefield)
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 11:25 pm
Again... She whispered to me, Draxio... What happened? 'There is a price for the shadow teleport... You have a full day to figure out the weakness of your Dark armour and stop me from taking over again...'.
There wasn't time for games, Sharad had headed off to fight Tenshi/??? alone, and the only reason I escaped last time was because of the, wait, the teleport, something about the teleport must have weakened the mental lock I had imposed on Draxio, but I knew the lock was there, but it was weak enough to allow her sub-emergency communications. But there was a small problem, without using the Shadow Teleport, how was I supposed to get to the Reclamation Facility, I guess I'll have to hoof it, and by that I mean DASHing over there, pressing the central button on the Armour-Shifter I changed back to normal DASH equipped me and taking the one called Neyna started running towards Durem.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 11:58 pm
(closed till end of Sharad vs. Tenshi/???... but feel free to break in and get tranqed/neuralized/experimented on/abused/tortured treated =D)
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 8:24 am
[[LOL! You guys are trying to talk to me, and I'm not even part of this! ....yet..]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:20 pm
(Then become part of it and get your high-ranking arse over to the Battlefield. XD)
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