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Eloquent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 5:36 pm
As people tuned into their televisions to recieve their loval news and wether, they would be met with a very unexpected event being broadcast live to every major city on the Main Gaian Continent.
This is Leonard Johnson reporting for GNN. We interrupt our regular wheather report to bring you this shocking view! It seems that sometime overnight, the City of Lament has come under attack by a force of some sort! The signs of the battle are everywhere! The city's cannons seem to be firing on a massive Ice Giant of some sort, there are corpses of the invading force strewn all around! We're getting a closeup now...
The body of Yarneth would be clearly visable for a few moments before he dissapeared. As he vanished, the Golems panned into view as they crumbled into nothingness.
The carnage can be seen all across the plains ladies and gentlemen... Craters, bodies, smoke from fires, its a horrible mess... The enemy army seems to have been defeated, however, who would have attacked this place? We'll do our best to look for more information on this subject! We'll return shortly with your weather...
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 7:24 pm
The news footage of the fighting in Ymiristan was broken by a live wire broadcast from General Bakkar himself, interposed with footage of the Omega weapon descending, if that was possible.
"People of Gaia, this is General Bakkar, defense minister of Ymiristan. I'm sending this message through the wires only out of desperation, as few of our people expect to live to see the dawn. At present, our nation has repulsed a massive undead attack, but it seems that is not enough. The Ymiristani government has made many mistakes, one being the aggression we've shown to the world concerning Aekea, we apologize for those transgressions. Now, let me be frank with you, we are under attack, Edward Yaits the III is dead, and a weapon of legendary power is approaching the national HQ. The terms issued the Ymiristan leadership are simple, we must surrendor or die. If we surrendor, Yaits city will become the ultimate necropolis, on the very doorstep of Durem. I have.... the leadership of Ymiristan has choosen.... to go down fighting.... even if such a struggle means certain death. We will not make it easy for these bastards to conquer world, we will fight until every last drop of Ymiristani blood has been absorbed into the rocky soil. Tonight, Ymiristan is fighting a battle that will decide the fate of the world, and I'm damn proud to know I'm on the right side for once. Over and out!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 8:42 pm
Eripse would pop into one of her many points of Refuge, much to the surprise of a smooching couple of nigh-adults. "... Right. Why isn't Jakob keeping my apartment... my apartment? I kept him well paid!" She huffs, half way ignoring the two shell-shocked, love-struck teens. Then the girl on the left would stutter. "Jakob's dead. Has been for a bit. Got caught up with some looters."
She frowned. "Oh. Right. Sorry about this. You, sexy little thing, got some clothing I can rifle through? I'm lacking a decently bodacious top. I'll bring it back, promise." She murmurs this as she climbs onto the coffee table to bring down the dish of the overhead light, fetching the replacement marble.
"S-sure."
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 11:32 am
A bird flew overhead, silently observing the city with its sharp senses. No one would notice from this high up that the eagle was looking for something or someone specific- it simply circled high above the walls and houses as if making a thorough search of the city before going any further down.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:22 pm
MelissaFaulkner " HOOOOWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Howling Mike a**, broadcasting live for 99.5 FM, Aekea's favorite grunge rock station. Blow your F*%&ing mind, now! Hey....... what the F*^# are you doing here.""People of Aekea, this the society for the freedom of synthetic beings. For too long we have been ignored, and will be ignored no longer........"A long speech about robotic and synthetic rights followed.
"Our people require liberation, Ymiristan will bring us that liberation. People of Ymiristan, please save the persecuted population of Aekea, we beg you. We will hold this station and our five hostages until our plea is heard, and we are liberated."What appeared to be a young woman with a radio waited at the door, radioing the leader once the Aekean police arrived. There were five capable synthetic humans in the station, armed with AK-47's, and frag grenades. All of the terrorists were synthetic humans with illegal modifications that made them faster and stronger than typical humans. Improvised explosives were set up at every entrance and exit point before the police had arrived, and the hostages herded into a conferance room with a single gaurd. The situation appeared hopeless. Terrorists faster than the average human, explosives wired to the doors, and an unknown control point... As I said, the situation appeared hopeless. Near the back entrance to the studio there is a figure in a black jacket who is totally oblivious to the events inside. This is mostly because he's devoted his attention to disarming the explosives wired on the door through a hole he carved in the wall. Both his hands are shoved through the hole, and apparently manipulating something with the utmost care. ???: "What $^&@in' IDIOT uses mines to keep the *#^&#xty; back door shut?!" He flips his left wrist slightly and grins. ???: "Well, whoever did was an amateur p***k. Should've used wire instead of string, the $^&@tard. Retains tension better." After extricating himself from the hole, he is severely tempted to kick the door down, but decides it's better to keep his legs in good shape. Instead he yanks the door open, letting it slam into the outside wall of the building. ???: "When I request a song, I expect a song, not some self-righteous #@^*@$ preaching about equal rights!" He mutters this to himself before slouching his way inside, one hand on the grip of the pistol hanging at his side... This is Gareth Mordant. He might be the only hope of the people inside...that is, if he actually figures out the situation. -------- Once he's inside, he notes the entire lack of light in the hallways. He curses violently, then fumbles for a light switch. Gareth: "Is this place $^&@ing nocturnal? JeSUS!" He touches his cross briefly and mutters what sounds like "sorry" under his breath...then his free hand taps across the light switch and flips it on. In the flickering fluorescent light, he can make out a shadowy form further down the hallway...a shadowy armed form. Gareth: ...this just isn't my day.The shadowy form hasn't moved at all. Apparently Gareth was being quieter than he thought he was. Gareth: Well, whoever that moron is, they're in my way...and I don't plan on being full of bullets.He draws his pistol from its holster and sights down its length, moving into a two-handed grip and a bracing stance as he does so. Gareth: Exhale...As he does, he squeezes the trigger of his gun. Soundlessly a bullet streaks from it towards where the shoulder should be...and Gareth is rewarded with a cry of pain followed by a meaty thud...with a lot more metallic sounds than just a gun would make. Confused, Gareth moves to the next light switch and flips it. Gareth: Holy...The next explitive can be guessed. Now Gareth has put two and two together, and he realizes that the preachy moron on the radio was probably someone taking over the station. While reflecting on this, he grabs the point where the man's shoulder and neck meet, and the bleeding victim shudders and falls limp. Gareth: Idiots. Seriously, why a grunge station? News station would've gotten more attention.After digging the bullet out of the synthesized human, and binding his shoulder...and hands...and legs, he almost opens the door to the hostage's room...then stops and checks around the doorframe for an explosive. Finding none, he opens the door...and jumps backward as an office chair is swung towards his head. Gareth: "What the $*&# was that for?!" He glares at the DJ wielding the chair, who drops it sheepishly. Mike: "Well, we thought one of those freakish synthoes would come in here to kill us, so we..." Gareth: "Yeah, I get the picture. Get out the back door. I'm torchin' this cesspool." Mike: "My studio...!" Gareth: "You're insured, aren't you? Get the *#&^ OUT!" As soon as the final hostage is outside, Gareth herds them a good distance away while dragging the unconscious and bound synthetic with him. Gareth: "Get to the cops. Let them know you weren't in there." Hostage: "What do mean...?" Gareth: "You'll see." As the puzzled hostages wander away, Gareth climbs the fire escape of a nearby building, bringing with him a small radio. He switches it on, then fiddles with the dial... Gareth: 98.3...99.9...ah, here we are...Voice: "Since no one seems to care for the lives of our hostages..." Gareth sights his pistol on a distant window, where the edge of a package of explosives can be seen... Voice: "...we will sadly have to kill one of them..." Gareth: "Goodnight and good luck, @*&^ers." He pulls the trigger, sending a single messenger of death at the window...through the window...and into the explosives, which react appropriately. The fiery explosion lights up the night sky as the radio erupts into static. Gareth climbs back down the fire escape, grabs the unconscious synthetic, and begins to drag him towards where he knows police vehicles will be gathered. Gareth: All in all, not a bad night.((NOTE: This post contains several posts worth of action, as I was given free will to do what I wanted to the hapless synthetics. I can only assume the plotter got away...))
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:35 pm
HEAVEN OR HELL!
Rumors are running wild, and already, fighters from around the globe have started preparations in order to join this unique event! After quite a glorious 2006 edition, the tournament is back with more than ever to be the greatest happening of the year!
This year, to make the administrative process easier, simpler and faster, as well as to allow a wider range of fighters into the tournament, the HoH "07 organizers have decided to offer, for a limited time, a special pre-registration discount! Indeed, by presenting yourself at one of our pre-registration booths located in main gatherings for fighters of all kinds, you get a 25% discount coupon and a reserved spot into the HoH roster!
GOOD LUCK TO ALL PLANNING ON PARTICIPATING!
... or so said the flyers that seemed to spread like early snow through the town. At the gates of Aekea, facing the inner city, was indeed a Heaven or Hell booth. Nothing all that fancy, to tell the truth. Three little girls that couldn't be older than 7 were tending a table under a tent, complete with a large banner. The girls all looked like identical twins, short blue hair, large blue eyes, pale skin and dresses of blue and silver decorated by numerous ribbons and frills. On the table was a pile of registration forms and a pencil, but the coupons were hidden from view. form ONE FORM PER MEMBER, FOUR FORMS PER TEAM.
Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Short description of your fighting style:
(Please include the style's goal and philosophy, as well as it's main focuses, fighting-wise)
Short description of paranormal abilities:
(Include telepathy, magic, telekinesy, vital energy control, irregular blood and heritage, control over a certain portfolio, etc)
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PRE-REGISTER TO THIS BOOTH TO JOIN THE TOURNAMENT. ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:05 pm
Central Aekea, 10:55
The Raven Industries office in Aekea was under lockdown. The heavily populated Central area had become a war zone. Barricades were placed and the building was under yellow security alert, meaning show an ID or be shown the door. A seperate section of R.I.O.T. was on guard in the building at all times, should anyone try to make a move.
And of course, there were the automated defenses located at the outer perimeter of the building. Should any hostile threats be detected, a series of 30mm autocannons will rise from the street below, each one stationed about 5 meters apart from one another. Frankly, it doesn't matter how tough the target is- having 6000 rounds/minute being fired at you at damn near 1000+ m/second will tear through anything.
Especially if those rounds are armor piercing.
Nothing was getting in without confirmation of whether they were friendly or not...
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:17 pm
Eripse liked Green. Thus donning a green leather long-coat, She'd take the way up to the Roof, Forcing her wings through a hacked flap in the back. Pushing off of the roof edge, she'd jump and make haste, going where it felt right. When she couldn't jump to another building, she scaled it, Clinging to the side with hands and feet, talons rather efficiently turning her into a Gargoyle. Acrossed from the Fortified Building, she scratched her head... She hadn't exactly.... Gotten a card. How to go about this....
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:27 pm
Naturally, the street below was quiet. Motion sensors and bio scanners were everywhere, though out of sight. Pull a weapon or make a wrong move, and you're pretty much toast...
She could have just walked up and gone into the door. Of course, problems would arise if one pulled a weapon indoors as well, seeing as the Special Operations Division was standing guard in place of standard security.
Simple solutions to complicated problems.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:34 pm
Eri would slide her wings out, and jump, drifting to the street with the quiet clatter of her many armaments, though nothing in her hands as she sauntered to the door. One must assume the door is a worthy attempt. She keeps her eyes open, and hands tense, however... When she meets the door, if she meets the door, she would knock, three times.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:50 pm
Naturally, the motion detectors picked up aerial incursions as well, not to mention the bio signature scanners dealt with all sorts of incoming threats. So... why was she allowed to pass? Was there some unknown factor here, or was she just lucky?
Well, she did reach the doors, and they were still unlocked, but she had to go through the security checkpoint now.
"Ma'am, if I could have you remove any metal items, loose change, things of that sort? Sorry, but we're under orders to make sure the place is safe."
Of course, the metal detector was also a bio scanner. If one's signature didn't match the one with the computer database, they would be considered a visitor- which was frankly a low-level risk at best. Sure, all were still welcome... but at the same time, one had to be careful who they let in.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:53 pm
Eri cocked an annoyed brow, And rather than bother with ferreting pockets, would strip down to the bare essentials, a pair of boxer-briefs and an undershirt, walking through the metal detector/bio-scanner quietly. "I've been sent by the head office by Evan. I'm here to.... Calm the disputes, I think?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:04 am
Well then, that solved that. Despite the frankly unnerving aspect of a small arsenal within the coat, they were pretty much satisfied, and had the decency to smile warmly towards her.
"Right. You're in the clear, Eri. We got you in the database, set and checked. So you're the one that's here to solve this mess, huh? Great- everyone's on edge here."
She was given back her clothing and led towards a lounge area. Well, that was easy... but don't doubt that it won't be for anyone else who tries rollin' through.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:07 am
Eri would redon her clothing, and shrug a bit.
"Yeah, I figured something like that. What's the situation?" Hastling with a shotgun, She'd merely rest it on her shoulder, index finger above the trigger guard, parallel to the extend of the barrel.
"I'm figuring something small, to send me."
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:23 am
He smirked.
"Small nothing... we have riots breaking out along major sections of the city, most of them incited by the terrorist group that took the radio station earlier. We have looting, carjacking, multiple reports of assault on the populace- hell, it's damn near anarchy over here, and the cops have their hands full.
"If you're here, he needed you as support for a R.I.O.T. team."
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