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Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Only a few seconds after Christian closed the front door, there was the sound of movement at the back door. A pair of voices could be heard faintly to the astute. "Are you sure this is the place?" A male voice said. "She was bleeding," a female said, soundly slightly annoyed at being doubted. "I could smell her trail like it was hitting me in the face, she is definitely here." "I apologize Warpath, but you know how crafty she is," the man said again. "I would not be surprised if she found a way to fool your nose." There was a rapping at the back door and the male voice said, much more audibly, "Hello?" Chamberlain did not recognize the voices. This raised his suspicions faster than before he heard the topic they spoke of. Quietly he pulled out Excalibur and held it before him as he stepped toward the door. Sometimes the holy sword would divine the true intentions of people, when it felt like it. He hoped this was one of those times. He croaked out, "Yes? Who is it?" There was silence for a good half minute, though it sounded like there was non-verbal communication going on as there were sounds of movement and a sigh from the woman. "To my allies my name is Samuel James Hileos, but to others I am known as Omen." There was another pause, and then, "I believe you are housing a woman that had and altercation with a colleague of mine where they were both a bit overzealous. I believe she misinterpreted our purpose here when she engaged him and I would like to confirm that she is not...in a critical state."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 8:43 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Only a few seconds after Christian closed the front door, there was the sound of movement at the back door. A pair of voices could be heard faintly to the astute. "Are you sure this is the place?" A male voice said. "She was bleeding," a female said, soundly slightly annoyed at being doubted. "I could smell her trail like it was hitting me in the face, she is definitely here." "I apologize Warpath, but you know how crafty she is," the man said again. "I would not be surprised if she found a way to fool your nose." There was a rapping at the back door and the male voice said, much more audibly, "Hello?" Chamberlain did not recognize the voices. This raised his suspicions faster than before he heard the topic they spoke of. Quietly he pulled out Excalibur and held it before him as he stepped toward the door. Sometimes the holy sword would divine the true intentions of people, when it felt like it. He hoped this was one of those times. He croaked out, "Yes? Who is it?" There was silence for a good half minute, though it sounded like there was non-verbal communication going on as there were sounds of movement and a sigh from the woman. "To my allies my name is Samuel James Hileos, but to others I am known as Omen." There was another pause, and then, "I believe you are housing a woman that had and altercation with a colleague of mine where they were both a bit overzealous. I believe she misinterpreted our purpose here when she engaged him and I would like to confirm that she is not...in a critical state." Chamberlain continued to speak through the door. "She's alive. No thanks to your colleague. Is that all you wanted to know? Or were you expecting her to be alone so you can do a more thorough job?" He stuck the tip of his sword to a nearby window and caught a glimpse of the two in its pristine reflection.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 9:26 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Only a few seconds after Christian closed the front door, there was the sound of movement at the back door. A pair of voices could be heard faintly to the astute. "Are you sure this is the place?" A male voice said. "She was bleeding," a female said, soundly slightly annoyed at being doubted. "I could smell her trail like it was hitting me in the face, she is definitely here." "I apologize Warpath, but you know how crafty she is," the man said again. "I would not be surprised if she found a way to fool your nose." There was a rapping at the back door and the male voice said, much more audibly, "Hello?" Chamberlain did not recognize the voices. This raised his suspicions faster than before he heard the topic they spoke of. Quietly he pulled out Excalibur and held it before him as he stepped toward the door. Sometimes the holy sword would divine the true intentions of people, when it felt like it. He hoped this was one of those times. He croaked out, "Yes? Who is it?" There was silence for a good half minute, though it sounded like there was non-verbal communication going on as there were sounds of movement and a sigh from the woman. "To my allies my name is Samuel James Hileos, but to others I am known as Omen." There was another pause, and then, "I believe you are housing a woman that had and altercation with a colleague of mine where they were both a bit overzealous. I believe she misinterpreted our purpose here when she engaged him and I would like to confirm that she is not...in a critical state." Chamberlain continued to speak through the door. "She's alive. No thanks to your colleague. Is that all you wanted to know? Or were you expecting her to be alone so you can do a more thorough job?" He stuck the tip of his sword to a nearby window and caught a glimpse of the two in its pristine reflection. Omen appeared to be past middle age, with black but graying hair and a full salt and pepper beard. He wore a casual suit of plain fabric, worn open vest and no tie. He face seemed eternally sobered, like it rarely reflected any extreme emotion, but seemed to be lined with a deadly seriousness, above all he looked in control. A woman stood next to him, about a third of a foot shorter. He skin was a light bronzed, copper tone and her hair a solid, glossy, jet black; her eyes were deep brown, almost mahogany. Even without the clay-red and chalk-white streaks of paint on her face she was unmistakably native american, as if her bloodline was completely pure. She appeared to be much younger than Omen, just barely out of her prime by the looks of it, no older than her mid 30s at the most. Her wear was much less formal, torn black jeans and tank top. Even still, she looked uncomfortable in her clothing, the only clothing that looked out of place where the thigh high moccasin boots she wore, which looked like they had been worn for far longer than she had been alive and appeared to fit like a second skin. Omen spoke, "I cannot say it would not have been less complicated if she were but no, I do not have the intention of killing her. Honestly I would have preferred she not involved herself at all, whatever her feelings on the matter I still consider her the lost and beaten sheep I found her as and I would rather not have to hurt her anymore than life has already. The mutant race would have lost one of its finest were the mighty 'Ridley' to die." Omen said, using and old nick name of Tara's. He continued "However, she threw herself in Vector's path, determined to leave one of them dead. As I said I think her feelings for me caused her to misjudge our reasons for being here at this time. I came to deliver a warning to your mayor, that warning has been given. I have no more such unpleasant business with your town but I felt I should confirm Necropotence had found a safe place."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 9:36 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Only a few seconds after Christian closed the front door, there was the sound of movement at the back door. A pair of voices could be heard faintly to the astute. "Are you sure this is the place?" A male voice said. "She was bleeding," a female said, soundly slightly annoyed at being doubted. "I could smell her trail like it was hitting me in the face, she is definitely here." "I apologize Warpath, but you know how crafty she is," the man said again. "I would not be surprised if she found a way to fool your nose." There was a rapping at the back door and the male voice said, much more audibly, "Hello?" Chamberlain did not recognize the voices. This raised his suspicions faster than before he heard the topic they spoke of. Quietly he pulled out Excalibur and held it before him as he stepped toward the door. Sometimes the holy sword would divine the true intentions of people, when it felt like it. He hoped this was one of those times. He croaked out, "Yes? Who is it?" There was silence for a good half minute, though it sounded like there was non-verbal communication going on as there were sounds of movement and a sigh from the woman. "To my allies my name is Samuel James Hileos, but to others I am known as Omen." There was another pause, and then, "I believe you are housing a woman that had and altercation with a colleague of mine where they were both a bit overzealous. I believe she misinterpreted our purpose here when she engaged him and I would like to confirm that she is not...in a critical state." Chamberlain continued to speak through the door. "She's alive. No thanks to your colleague. Is that all you wanted to know? Or were you expecting her to be alone so you can do a more thorough job?" He stuck the tip of his sword to a nearby window and caught a glimpse of the two in its pristine reflection. Omen appeared to be past middle age, with black but graying hair and a full salt and pepper beard. He wore a casual suit of plain fabric, worn open vest and no tie. He face seemed eternally sobered, like it rarely reflected any extreme emotion, but seemed to be lined with a deadly seriousness, above all he looked in control. A woman stood next to him, about a third of a foot shorter. He skin was a light bronzed, copper tone and her hair a solid, glossy, jet black; her eyes were deep brown, almost mahogany. Even without the clay-red and chalk-white streaks of paint on her face she was unmistakably native american, as if her bloodline was completely pure. She appeared to be much younger than Omen, just barely out of her prime by the looks of it, no older than her mid 30s at the most. Her wear was much less formal, torn black jeans and tank top. Even still, she looked uncomfortable in her clothing, the only clothing that looked out of place where the thigh high moccasin boots she wore, which looked like they had been worn for far longer than she had been alive and appeared to fit like a second skin. Omen spoke, "I cannot say it would not have been less complicated if she were but no, I do not have the intention of killing her. Honestly I would have preferred she not involved herself at all, whatever her feelings on the matter I still consider her the lost and beaten sheep I found her as and I would rather not have to hurt her anymore than life has already. The mutant race would have lost one of its finest were the mighty 'Ridley' to die." Omen said, using and old nick name of Tara's. He continued "However, she threw herself in Vector's path, determined to leave one of them dead. As I said I think her feelings for me caused her to misjudge our reasons for being here at this time. I came to deliver a warning to your mayor, that warning has been given. I have no more such unpleasant business with your town but I felt I should confirm Necropotence had found a safe place." Chamberlain thought a moment. He was sure he had seen the man before, though he couldn't remember where. "I have no love for our new mayor and I suppose I could believe you have no ill intentions toward Tara. May I ask who you two are? And your powers as well. No sense letting you leave without a few answers. You don't seem like you're here to fight."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 10:14 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Only a few seconds after Christian closed the front door, there was the sound of movement at the back door. A pair of voices could be heard faintly to the astute. "Are you sure this is the place?" A male voice said. "She was bleeding," a female said, soundly slightly annoyed at being doubted. "I could smell her trail like it was hitting me in the face, she is definitely here." "I apologize Warpath, but you know how crafty she is," the man said again. "I would not be surprised if she found a way to fool your nose." There was a rapping at the back door and the male voice said, much more audibly, "Hello?" Chamberlain did not recognize the voices. This raised his suspicions faster than before he heard the topic they spoke of. Quietly he pulled out Excalibur and held it before him as he stepped toward the door. Sometimes the holy sword would divine the true intentions of people, when it felt like it. He hoped this was one of those times. He croaked out, "Yes? Who is it?" There was silence for a good half minute, though it sounded like there was non-verbal communication going on as there were sounds of movement and a sigh from the woman. "To my allies my name is Samuel James Hileos, but to others I am known as Omen." There was another pause, and then, "I believe you are housing a woman that had and altercation with a colleague of mine where they were both a bit overzealous. I believe she misinterpreted our purpose here when she engaged him and I would like to confirm that she is not...in a critical state." Chamberlain continued to speak through the door. "She's alive. No thanks to your colleague. Is that all you wanted to know? Or were you expecting her to be alone so you can do a more thorough job?" He stuck the tip of his sword to a nearby window and caught a glimpse of the two in its pristine reflection. Omen appeared to be past middle age, with black but graying hair and a full salt and pepper beard. He wore a casual suit of plain fabric, worn open vest and no tie. He face seemed eternally sobered, like it rarely reflected any extreme emotion, but seemed to be lined with a deadly seriousness, above all he looked in control. A woman stood next to him, about a third of a foot shorter. He skin was a light bronzed, copper tone and her hair a solid, glossy, jet black; her eyes were deep brown, almost mahogany. Even without the clay-red and chalk-white streaks of paint on her face she was unmistakably native american, as if her bloodline was completely pure. She appeared to be much younger than Omen, just barely out of her prime by the looks of it, no older than her mid 30s at the most. Her wear was much less formal, torn black jeans and tank top. Even still, she looked uncomfortable in her clothing, the only clothing that looked out of place where the thigh high moccasin boots she wore, which looked like they had been worn for far longer than she had been alive and appeared to fit like a second skin. Omen spoke, "I cannot say it would not have been less complicated if she were but no, I do not have the intention of killing her. Honestly I would have preferred she not involved herself at all, whatever her feelings on the matter I still consider her the lost and beaten sheep I found her as and I would rather not have to hurt her anymore than life has already. The mutant race would have lost one of its finest were the mighty 'Ridley' to die." Omen said, using and old nick name of Tara's. He continued "However, she threw herself in Vector's path, determined to leave one of them dead. As I said I think her feelings for me caused her to misjudge our reasons for being here at this time. I came to deliver a warning to your mayor, that warning has been given. I have no more such unpleasant business with your town but I felt I should confirm Necropotence had found a safe place." Chamberlain thought a moment. He was sure he had seen the man before, though he couldn't remember where. "I have no love for our new mayor and I suppose I could believe you have no ill intentions toward Tara. May I ask who you two are? And your powers as well. No sense letting you leave without a few answers. You don't seem like you're here to fight." "As I said, I am Omen. I am someone concerned with the rights of mutants and someone not scared to push back when pushed. I and those who follow my lead call ourselves Providence. My friend here is Warpath and as I mentioned my other friend goes by Vector. I freely gave my name, but only they may give you anything but their aliases." Omen had noticed the sword by this point due to the glint of light it gave off. "Vector, as you may have noticed, even with the control he has at his age, sometimes does more damage than he thinks he will to another human. He can redirect the velocities of objects he is aware of and even transfer the velocities of objects he is touching into others. As you might think, the acceleration forces involved in doubling a object's speed back on itself can be rather large. Unfortunately he was quite aware of how Tara is capable of increasing her own body's mechanical force via her power and when he reflected the second punch she landed on him he inflicted roughly 4 times the human arm's normal acceleration force on her arm, instantaneously. Any normal punch would have broken a few bones when Vector reversed it, I fear she likely shattered and shredded more than just bone. "Warpath is a bit more complex. Firstly she can heal, and heal faster than even most healers I have seen. If one could regenerate much faster than she it would be almost frightening. Other than this, almost all of her senses, hormones and enzymes seem to be mutated to an increased effect, especially her adrenaline, which seems to temporarily mutate even further the more bloody and intense the battle; making her from most perspectives to only get stronger, faster and more volatile the longer and harsher the battle. I recon were it not for her own regenerative powers and that they too seem to heighten in combat, her own chemistry would kill her in only a few minutes from over taxing of the body." Then, he looked directly at Excalibur and said, "And then there is me. To put it most simply: I can compress, bend, fold and twist space to my will." With a short laugh as he broke his serious gaze, he said, "Vector often jokes that my mutation is that I swallowed a warp drive when I was younger. "So, what of yourself?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 10:29 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc There was silence for a good half minute, though it sounded like there was non-verbal communication going on as there were sounds of movement and a sigh from the woman. "To my allies my name is Samuel James Hileos, but to others I am known as Omen." There was another pause, and then, "I believe you are housing a woman that had and altercation with a colleague of mine where they were both a bit overzealous. I believe she misinterpreted our purpose here when she engaged him and I would like to confirm that she is not...in a critical state." Chamberlain continued to speak through the door. "She's alive. No thanks to your colleague. Is that all you wanted to know? Or were you expecting her to be alone so you can do a more thorough job?" He stuck the tip of his sword to a nearby window and caught a glimpse of the two in its pristine reflection. Omen appeared to be past middle age, with black but graying hair and a full salt and pepper beard. He wore a casual suit of plain fabric, worn open vest and no tie. He face seemed eternally sobered, like it rarely reflected any extreme emotion, but seemed to be lined with a deadly seriousness, above all he looked in control. A woman stood next to him, about a third of a foot shorter. He skin was a light bronzed, copper tone and her hair a solid, glossy, jet black; her eyes were deep brown, almost mahogany. Even without the clay-red and chalk-white streaks of paint on her face she was unmistakably native american, as if her bloodline was completely pure. She appeared to be much younger than Omen, just barely out of her prime by the looks of it, no older than her mid 30s at the most. Her wear was much less formal, torn black jeans and tank top. Even still, she looked uncomfortable in her clothing, the only clothing that looked out of place where the thigh high moccasin boots she wore, which looked like they had been worn for far longer than she had been alive and appeared to fit like a second skin. Omen spoke, "I cannot say it would not have been less complicated if she were but no, I do not have the intention of killing her. Honestly I would have preferred she not involved herself at all, whatever her feelings on the matter I still consider her the lost and beaten sheep I found her as and I would rather not have to hurt her anymore than life has already. The mutant race would have lost one of its finest were the mighty 'Ridley' to die." Omen said, using and old nick name of Tara's. He continued "However, she threw herself in Vector's path, determined to leave one of them dead. As I said I think her feelings for me caused her to misjudge our reasons for being here at this time. I came to deliver a warning to your mayor, that warning has been given. I have no more such unpleasant business with your town but I felt I should confirm Necropotence had found a safe place." Chamberlain thought a moment. He was sure he had seen the man before, though he couldn't remember where. "I have no love for our new mayor and I suppose I could believe you have no ill intentions toward Tara. May I ask who you two are? And your powers as well. No sense letting you leave without a few answers. You don't seem like you're here to fight." "As I said, I am Omen. I am someone concerned with the rights of mutants and someone not scared to push back when pushed. I and those who follow my lead call ourselves Providence. My friend here is Warpath and as I mentioned my other friend goes by Vector. I freely gave my name, but only they may give you anything but their aliases." Omen had noticed the sword by this point due to the glint of light it gave off. "Vector, as you may have noticed, even with the control he has at his age, sometimes does more damage than he thinks he will to another human. He can redirect the velocities of objects he is aware of and even transfer the velocities of objects he is touching into others. As you might think, the acceleration forces involved in doubling a object's speed back on itself can be rather large. Unfortunately he was quite aware of how Tara is capable of increasing her own body's mechanical force via her power and when he reflected the second punch she landed on him he inflicted roughly 4 times the human arm's normal acceleration force on her arm, instantaneously. Any normal punch would have broken a few bones when Vector reversed it, I fear she likely shattered and shredded more than just bone. "Warpath is a bit more complex. Firstly she can heal, and heal faster than even most healers I have seen. If one could regenerate much faster than she it would be almost frightening. Other than this, almost all of her senses, hormones and enzymes seem to be mutated to an increased effect, especially her adrenaline, which seems to temporarily mutate even further the more bloody and intense the battle; making her from most perspectives to only get stronger, faster and more volatile the longer and harsher the battle. I recon were it not for her own regenerative powers and that they too seem to heighten in combat, her own chemistry would kill her in only a few minutes from over taxing of the body." Then, he looked directly at Excalibur and said, "And then there is me. To put it most simply: I can compress, bend, fold and twist space to my will." With a short laugh as he broke his serious gaze, he said, "Vector often jokes that my mutation is that I swallowed a warp drive when I was younger. "So, what of yourself?" Knowing if what the man said was true Chamberlain knew that he had no chance in a fight with these two. He slowly opened the door, his hand still gripping Excalibur tightly. "My name is David Chamberlain. I have also been called Arsenal at times. I have no powers. Just a healthy passion for the past." After looking at the man closely he realized where he had seen him before. "Ah. I've seen a few news reports about you. Quite an interesting resume if they are to be believed."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 10:46 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc There was silence for a good half minute, though it sounded like there was non-verbal communication going on as there were sounds of movement and a sigh from the woman. "To my allies my name is Samuel James Hileos, but to others I am known as Omen." There was another pause, and then, "I believe you are housing a woman that had and altercation with a colleague of mine where they were both a bit overzealous. I believe she misinterpreted our purpose here when she engaged him and I would like to confirm that she is not...in a critical state." Chamberlain continued to speak through the door. "She's alive. No thanks to your colleague. Is that all you wanted to know? Or were you expecting her to be alone so you can do a more thorough job?" He stuck the tip of his sword to a nearby window and caught a glimpse of the two in its pristine reflection. Omen appeared to be past middle age, with black but graying hair and a full salt and pepper beard. He wore a casual suit of plain fabric, worn open vest and no tie. He face seemed eternally sobered, like it rarely reflected any extreme emotion, but seemed to be lined with a deadly seriousness, above all he looked in control. A woman stood next to him, about a third of a foot shorter. He skin was a light bronzed, copper tone and her hair a solid, glossy, jet black; her eyes were deep brown, almost mahogany. Even without the clay-red and chalk-white streaks of paint on her face she was unmistakably native american, as if her bloodline was completely pure. She appeared to be much younger than Omen, just barely out of her prime by the looks of it, no older than her mid 30s at the most. Her wear was much less formal, torn black jeans and tank top. Even still, she looked uncomfortable in her clothing, the only clothing that looked out of place where the thigh high moccasin boots she wore, which looked like they had been worn for far longer than she had been alive and appeared to fit like a second skin. Omen spoke, "I cannot say it would not have been less complicated if she were but no, I do not have the intention of killing her. Honestly I would have preferred she not involved herself at all, whatever her feelings on the matter I still consider her the lost and beaten sheep I found her as and I would rather not have to hurt her anymore than life has already. The mutant race would have lost one of its finest were the mighty 'Ridley' to die." Omen said, using and old nick name of Tara's. He continued "However, she threw herself in Vector's path, determined to leave one of them dead. As I said I think her feelings for me caused her to misjudge our reasons for being here at this time. I came to deliver a warning to your mayor, that warning has been given. I have no more such unpleasant business with your town but I felt I should confirm Necropotence had found a safe place." Chamberlain thought a moment. He was sure he had seen the man before, though he couldn't remember where. "I have no love for our new mayor and I suppose I could believe you have no ill intentions toward Tara. May I ask who you two are? And your powers as well. No sense letting you leave without a few answers. You don't seem like you're here to fight." "As I said, I am Omen. I am someone concerned with the rights of mutants and someone not scared to push back when pushed. I and those who follow my lead call ourselves Providence. My friend here is Warpath and as I mentioned my other friend goes by Vector. I freely gave my name, but only they may give you anything but their aliases." Omen had noticed the sword by this point due to the glint of light it gave off. "Vector, as you may have noticed, even with the control he has at his age, sometimes does more damage than he thinks he will to another human. He can redirect the velocities of objects he is aware of and even transfer the velocities of objects he is touching into others. As you might think, the acceleration forces involved in doubling a object's speed back on itself can be rather large. Unfortunately he was quite aware of how Tara is capable of increasing her own body's mechanical force via her power and when he reflected the second punch she landed on him he inflicted roughly 4 times the human arm's normal acceleration force on her arm, instantaneously. Any normal punch would have broken a few bones when Vector reversed it, I fear she likely shattered and shredded more than just bone. "Warpath is a bit more complex. Firstly she can heal, and heal faster than even most healers I have seen. If one could regenerate much faster than she it would be almost frightening. Other than this, almost all of her senses, hormones and enzymes seem to be mutated to an increased effect, especially her adrenaline, which seems to temporarily mutate even further the more bloody and intense the battle; making her from most perspectives to only get stronger, faster and more volatile the longer and harsher the battle. I recon were it not for her own regenerative powers and that they too seem to heighten in combat, her own chemistry would kill her in only a few minutes from over taxing of the body." Then, he looked directly at Excalibur and said, "And then there is me. To put it most simply: I can compress, bend, fold and twist space to my will." With a short laugh as he broke his serious gaze, he said, "Vector often jokes that my mutation is that I swallowed a warp drive when I was younger. "So, what of yourself?" Knowing if what the man said was true Chamberlain knew that he had no chance in a fight with these two. He slowly opened the door, his hand still gripping Excalibur tightly. "My name is David Chamberlain. I have also been called Arsenal at times. I have no powers. Just a healthy passion for the past." After looking at the man closely he realized where he had seen him before. "Ah. I've seen a few news reports about you. Quite an interesting resume if they are to be believed." "The news has a penchant for the dramatic even after you put their bias and hunger for ratings aside," Omen said as he walk inside with his hands in his pockets, followed closely by Warpath, who seemed to be sizing him up as they did. "Though, if you are saying that I have killed those who would kill, oppress or experiment on my kind then yes; I have, and I will again as I am needed to, I have no regrets about that part of myself." He smirked at Chamberlain's nickname and chuckled. "Interesting, that you use objects and another of my close allies essentially is an amalgam of objects and you both have come to call yourself Arsenal." Warpath seemed to wander slightly, sniffing the air. She turned to Omen and said, "The one with the dreads was here before us, smells the same as he did in the mayor's office." "How long?" *sniff* "Less than half an hour." Omen looked quizzically at Chamberlain, "Hasn't he sided with your dear mayor? I hope you don't share his sentiments considering Necropotence seems to have put a bit of trust in you." He paused. 'Why is that I might ask? I know much about her, but you are new to me. She puts quite a bit of stock in you if she felt herself save to recover under your roof."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 10:59 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Omen appeared to be past middle age, with black but graying hair and a full salt and pepper beard. He wore a casual suit of plain fabric, worn open vest and no tie. He face seemed eternally sobered, like it rarely reflected any extreme emotion, but seemed to be lined with a deadly seriousness, above all he looked in control. A woman stood next to him, about a third of a foot shorter. He skin was a light bronzed, copper tone and her hair a solid, glossy, jet black; her eyes were deep brown, almost mahogany. Even without the clay-red and chalk-white streaks of paint on her face she was unmistakably native american, as if her bloodline was completely pure. She appeared to be much younger than Omen, just barely out of her prime by the looks of it, no older than her mid 30s at the most. Her wear was much less formal, torn black jeans and tank top. Even still, she looked uncomfortable in her clothing, the only clothing that looked out of place where the thigh high moccasin boots she wore, which looked like they had been worn for far longer than she had been alive and appeared to fit like a second skin. Omen spoke, "I cannot say it would not have been less complicated if she were but no, I do not have the intention of killing her. Honestly I would have preferred she not involved herself at all, whatever her feelings on the matter I still consider her the lost and beaten sheep I found her as and I would rather not have to hurt her anymore than life has already. The mutant race would have lost one of its finest were the mighty 'Ridley' to die." Omen said, using and old nick name of Tara's. He continued "However, she threw herself in Vector's path, determined to leave one of them dead. As I said I think her feelings for me caused her to misjudge our reasons for being here at this time. I came to deliver a warning to your mayor, that warning has been given. I have no more such unpleasant business with your town but I felt I should confirm Necropotence had found a safe place." Chamberlain thought a moment. He was sure he had seen the man before, though he couldn't remember where. "I have no love for our new mayor and I suppose I could believe you have no ill intentions toward Tara. May I ask who you two are? And your powers as well. No sense letting you leave without a few answers. You don't seem like you're here to fight." "As I said, I am Omen. I am someone concerned with the rights of mutants and someone not scared to push back when pushed. I and those who follow my lead call ourselves Providence. My friend here is Warpath and as I mentioned my other friend goes by Vector. I freely gave my name, but only they may give you anything but their aliases." Omen had noticed the sword by this point due to the glint of light it gave off. "Vector, as you may have noticed, even with the control he has at his age, sometimes does more damage than he thinks he will to another human. He can redirect the velocities of objects he is aware of and even transfer the velocities of objects he is touching into others. As you might think, the acceleration forces involved in doubling a object's speed back on itself can be rather large. Unfortunately he was quite aware of how Tara is capable of increasing her own body's mechanical force via her power and when he reflected the second punch she landed on him he inflicted roughly 4 times the human arm's normal acceleration force on her arm, instantaneously. Any normal punch would have broken a few bones when Vector reversed it, I fear she likely shattered and shredded more than just bone. "Warpath is a bit more complex. Firstly she can heal, and heal faster than even most healers I have seen. If one could regenerate much faster than she it would be almost frightening. Other than this, almost all of her senses, hormones and enzymes seem to be mutated to an increased effect, especially her adrenaline, which seems to temporarily mutate even further the more bloody and intense the battle; making her from most perspectives to only get stronger, faster and more volatile the longer and harsher the battle. I recon were it not for her own regenerative powers and that they too seem to heighten in combat, her own chemistry would kill her in only a few minutes from over taxing of the body." Then, he looked directly at Excalibur and said, "And then there is me. To put it most simply: I can compress, bend, fold and twist space to my will." With a short laugh as he broke his serious gaze, he said, "Vector often jokes that my mutation is that I swallowed a warp drive when I was younger. "So, what of yourself?" Knowing if what the man said was true Chamberlain knew that he had no chance in a fight with these two. He slowly opened the door, his hand still gripping Excalibur tightly. "My name is David Chamberlain. I have also been called Arsenal at times. I have no powers. Just a healthy passion for the past." After looking at the man closely he realized where he had seen him before. "Ah. I've seen a few news reports about you. Quite an interesting resume if they are to be believed." "The news has a penchant for the dramatic even after you put their bias and hunger for ratings aside," Omen said as he walk inside with his hands in his pockets, followed closely by Warpath, who seemed to be sizing him up as they did. "Though, if you are saying that I have killed those who would kill, oppress or experiment on my kind then yes; I have, and I will again as I am needed to, I have no regrets about that part of myself." He smirked at Chamberlain's nickname and chuckled. "Interesting, that you use objects and another of my close allies essentially is an amalgam of objects and you both have come to call yourself Arsenal." Warpath seemed to wander slightly, sniffing the air. She turned to Omen and said, "The one with the dreads was here before us, smells the same as he did in the mayor's office." "How long?" *sniff* "Less than half an hour." Omen looked quizzically at Chamberlain, "Hasn't he sided with your dear mayor? I hope you don't share his sentiments considering Necropotence seems to have put a bit of trust in you." He paused. 'Why is that I might ask? I know much about her, but you are new to me. She puts quite a bit of stock in you if she felt herself save to recover under your roof." Chamberlain sighed a bit. "I said people have called me that in the past. Not a name I'd choose." He didn't believe in the way Omen dealt with his problems, but he didn't feel like starting an argument. He angled his body between them and the stairs in case they tried to charge to where Tara was resting. "Soul feels that he can alter Snyder's plans from the inside. I doubt his chances. As for Tara, I don't care to discuss our relationship with you."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 11:19 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Omen appeared to be past middle age, with black but graying hair and a full salt and pepper beard. He wore a casual suit of plain fabric, worn open vest and no tie. He face seemed eternally sobered, like it rarely reflected any extreme emotion, but seemed to be lined with a deadly seriousness, above all he looked in control. A woman stood next to him, about a third of a foot shorter. He skin was a light bronzed, copper tone and her hair a solid, glossy, jet black; her eyes were deep brown, almost mahogany. Even without the clay-red and chalk-white streaks of paint on her face she was unmistakably native american, as if her bloodline was completely pure. She appeared to be much younger than Omen, just barely out of her prime by the looks of it, no older than her mid 30s at the most. Her wear was much less formal, torn black jeans and tank top. Even still, she looked uncomfortable in her clothing, the only clothing that looked out of place where the thigh high moccasin boots she wore, which looked like they had been worn for far longer than she had been alive and appeared to fit like a second skin. Omen spoke, "I cannot say it would not have been less complicated if she were but no, I do not have the intention of killing her. Honestly I would have preferred she not involved herself at all, whatever her feelings on the matter I still consider her the lost and beaten sheep I found her as and I would rather not have to hurt her anymore than life has already. The mutant race would have lost one of its finest were the mighty 'Ridley' to die." Omen said, using and old nick name of Tara's. He continued "However, she threw herself in Vector's path, determined to leave one of them dead. As I said I think her feelings for me caused her to misjudge our reasons for being here at this time. I came to deliver a warning to your mayor, that warning has been given. I have no more such unpleasant business with your town but I felt I should confirm Necropotence had found a safe place." Chamberlain thought a moment. He was sure he had seen the man before, though he couldn't remember where. "I have no love for our new mayor and I suppose I could believe you have no ill intentions toward Tara. May I ask who you two are? And your powers as well. No sense letting you leave without a few answers. You don't seem like you're here to fight." "As I said, I am Omen. I am someone concerned with the rights of mutants and someone not scared to push back when pushed. I and those who follow my lead call ourselves Providence. My friend here is Warpath and as I mentioned my other friend goes by Vector. I freely gave my name, but only they may give you anything but their aliases." Omen had noticed the sword by this point due to the glint of light it gave off. "Vector, as you may have noticed, even with the control he has at his age, sometimes does more damage than he thinks he will to another human. He can redirect the velocities of objects he is aware of and even transfer the velocities of objects he is touching into others. As you might think, the acceleration forces involved in doubling a object's speed back on itself can be rather large. Unfortunately he was quite aware of how Tara is capable of increasing her own body's mechanical force via her power and when he reflected the second punch she landed on him he inflicted roughly 4 times the human arm's normal acceleration force on her arm, instantaneously. Any normal punch would have broken a few bones when Vector reversed it, I fear she likely shattered and shredded more than just bone. "Warpath is a bit more complex. Firstly she can heal, and heal faster than even most healers I have seen. If one could regenerate much faster than she it would be almost frightening. Other than this, almost all of her senses, hormones and enzymes seem to be mutated to an increased effect, especially her adrenaline, which seems to temporarily mutate even further the more bloody and intense the battle; making her from most perspectives to only get stronger, faster and more volatile the longer and harsher the battle. I recon were it not for her own regenerative powers and that they too seem to heighten in combat, her own chemistry would kill her in only a few minutes from over taxing of the body." Then, he looked directly at Excalibur and said, "And then there is me. To put it most simply: I can compress, bend, fold and twist space to my will." With a short laugh as he broke his serious gaze, he said, "Vector often jokes that my mutation is that I swallowed a warp drive when I was younger. "So, what of yourself?" Knowing if what the man said was true Chamberlain knew that he had no chance in a fight with these two. He slowly opened the door, his hand still gripping Excalibur tightly. "My name is David Chamberlain. I have also been called Arsenal at times. I have no powers. Just a healthy passion for the past." After looking at the man closely he realized where he had seen him before. "Ah. I've seen a few news reports about you. Quite an interesting resume if they are to be believed." "The news has a penchant for the dramatic even after you put their bias and hunger for ratings aside," Omen said as he walk inside with his hands in his pockets, followed closely by Warpath, who seemed to be sizing him up as they did. "Though, if you are saying that I have killed those who would kill, oppress or experiment on my kind then yes; I have, and I will again as I am needed to, I have no regrets about that part of myself." He smirked at Chamberlain's nickname and chuckled. "Interesting, that you use objects and another of my close allies essentially is an amalgam of objects and you both have come to call yourself Arsenal." Warpath seemed to wander slightly, sniffing the air. She turned to Omen and said, "The one with the dreads was here before us, smells the same as he did in the mayor's office." "How long?" *sniff* "Less than half an hour." Omen looked quizzically at Chamberlain, "Hasn't he sided with your dear mayor? I hope you don't share his sentiments considering Necropotence seems to have put a bit of trust in you." He paused. 'Why is that I might ask? I know much about her, but you are new to me. She puts quite a bit of stock in you if she felt herself save to recover under your roof." Chamberlain sighed a bit. "I said people have called me that in the past. Not a name I'd choose." He didn't believe in the way Omen dealt with his problems, but he didn't feel like starting an argument. He angled his body between them and the stairs in case they tried to charge to where Tara was resting. "Soul feels that he can alter Snyder's plans from the inside. I doubt his chances. As for Tara, I don't care to discuss our relationship with you." "I too doubt his chances. When I spoke with Mr. Snyder I saw nothing but a puppet master and a snake, I do not think he will be out-guiled so easily. I however put my chips on his greed and power-thirst taking a back seat to his self preservation, he knows were he stands with me and what the consequences are if he missteps." Warpath seemed to notice Chamberlain's defensive positioning more than Omen did. "Her taste in men hasn't changed, gallant and foolish," she almost snorted. "Hush," said Omen harshly. He turned his head back to Chamberlain as he said, "There is no need to offend our host, even if he seems to not trust my honesty. I do assure you that our intent is not to harm her. Were that the case talking would not be part of the plan. "You are correct though," Omen said as he seated himself. "Your relationship with her is your private affair, you need not discuss it if you do not feel the need. I did however sense something unsaid in your opinion of your friend's situation with Mr. Synder. Do you also have plans for how you would deal with this particularly large, barbed thorn in the paw of lions of the world?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 11:26 pm
liz_bliz_inc "I too doubt his chances. When I spoke with Mr. Snyder I saw nothing but a puppet master and a snake, I do not think he will be out-guiled so easily. I however put my chips on his greed and power-thirst taking a back seat to his self preservation, he knows were he stands with me and what the consequences are if he missteps." Warpath seemed to notice Chamberlain's defensive positioning more than Omen did. "Her taste in men hasn't changed, gallant and foolish," she almost snorted. "Hush," said Omen harshly. He turned his head back to Chamberlain as he said, "There is no need to offend our host, even if he seems to not trust my honesty. I do assure you that our intent is not to harm her. Were that the case talking would not be part of the plan. "You are correct though," Omen said as he seated himself. "Your relationship with her is your private affair, you need not discuss it if you do not feel the need. I did however sense something unsaid in your opinion of your friend's situation with Mr. Synder. Do you also have plans for how you would deal with this particularly large, barbed thorn in the paw of lions of the world?" Taking a more relaxed stance Chamberlain lowered his blade slightly. "I plan to build a force to strike against Snyder's if need be. I'd prefer not to resort to violence if I can. It will be more of a preventative measure. And strictly underground, though I believe that Snyder has a precognitive or remote viewer under his employ."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 11:04 pm
liz_bliz_inc The Kohr liz_bliz_inc The Kohr liz_bliz_inc The Kohr (Yeah I saw lol, just been busy had time for one post sorry for my long absence as well got a baby and been working extra hours.) "I've got a dozen years of experience on you kid, and I'm telling you that this is how you guarantee an early dirt nap! I'm not saying that you'll regret any of this, I'm just saying we had options! It's not like your friend wants to be rescued anyways. He practically gave the opposition the advantage by cutting literally hours out of the trip." Reaper scoffed at Liz's remarks. "I may treat this as one big game but that's to give everyone a fighting chance. I'm telling you now, so you never ask again, I want to give them all second chances, I don't want to be the judgement for any living being. I don't want to be my father." Victor crossed his arms and looked away from Liz. If it's not a game why does everyone I meet play? I can't help but feel as if this is all one big practice match for the real deal.Liz seemed to seethe at the suggestion that Zack was somehow collaborating. "I swear if it wasn't for you knowing nothing about Zack I would have knocked you on your a** for that. "And don't think I don't think people can't change given the chance. My mother wouldn't be who she is today without second chances. There are some people however, and I have learned this in only a few short years of dealing with the evils that dwell in the darkest corners of man's mind; there are some people who don't deserve that chance you might give them. Maybe some of your nemesis are just misunderstood but I can tell you that with my knife to a human slave trafficker's neck or my hand at the throat of a drug lord, I would feel no such compulsion." Liz stood after that and in doing so was right in Victor's face as she finished, "Maybe your years of adventure and crime fighting have been dealing less with the real scum than my handful." "You did not just say that to me..... You.. you're a ******** child, I have been fighting the darkness since I was eight years old I have seen the worst this universe can offer and there is no way that you will every know the horrid details I keep locked away from the world. There are creatures out there that would make even the most depraved man seem as if he was the next in line for the papal throne!" Victor's breathe was heavy with rage as he stared directly into Liz's eyes, whether or not he could focus on the real task at hand was lost to him all he could think about was this girl, this...young woman who challenged him in every since of the word. "I may have gotten soft, I may have just been coasting by on a mediocre performance, but at least I'm not clinging to the coat tails of a more talented team." "We'll see who's clinging to whom once we're done with this, that's for certain." Liz's face was so close to Victor's they could feel each other's breath. "So, unless there is something else, I guess I have some more 'proving myself' to do to some other form of solid rock." She actually made the finger quotes as she huffed the words that prefaced her allusion out at him. (don't know how much more you want to play into this btw) Reaper grabbed her wrists and pulled her all the way in. He seethed with anger. I hate her, why did I come to help her I hate I hate.... Victor barely had to lean in to meet her lips. All of the emotions he felt in that moment where funneled through in the only way he knew how to express himself further to her. My words mean nothing understand me... pleaseThere was a brief moment of reflex resistance from Liz when her wrists were grabbed but it quickly stopped as Victor kissed her. She was surprised to the say the least. In the back of her head, she was aware of the sexual tension between them no matter how she tried to deny it. However she wasn't experienced enough with these sort of relationships to understand the thin line attraction and frustration sometimes treads. The surprise passed quickly however and just as Victor was probably about finished anyway she pushed them apart with a little difficulty and slapped him, hard. "I...you...dirty...." she stammered , as if her brains had been scrambled by the kiss. Then, just another split second later she fell silent, looking at Victor almost sheepishly. Then, in a rather uncharacteristic move, she threw herself back at him and returned the kiss with a bit more vigor than she had received... Victor embraced her as best he could, it was the same as catching a squall. He ran his fingers through her hair as he pulled her in closer and almost as quickly as it started he broke away. His lips left hers and his breath was heavy. "Mission... we...hav....miss...ion" He gasped for air. It was clear in his face behind his eyelids which he bolted shut was the regret for the situation. "I don't have the answers for this. I don't know if I should smack you, or kiss you. I wish this had happened at another time. But the mission a man's life... your friend. It is dangling on a weak thread, We'll talk about this later, but now... I need you to cut this mountain in half, we've gone to far to back out." Victor smiled and held his forehead against hers for what he hoped was forever he stood there his hands sliding down to her waist before he let go and finally stepped back. "Allons-y" (Yeah, I have been seeing the post but I've been working extra long the past month and hopefully that continues and with my baby Stormaggedon Dark Lord of All, I've been super busy but I promise I am looking and thinking of responses always! I love our stories and characters to much to ignore the thread.)
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 8:55 pm
"So this... Goblin Hunter is a Mnopr?" Sovereign grunted knowing he wasn't grasping the details of the conversation with Ronnie the youngest of his three CIA liaisons.
"No, you're not even close MMORPG, Massively multiplayer online role-playing game. Goblin Hunter is one of the greatest most expansive online games ever. It's been running for years. How have you not heard of any of this?" Ronnie questioned in disbelief.
"Been busy saving the world and what not, last game I played was Golden Eye for the 64."
"Well, as I said before I'm the best in the agency, except for half the IT staff. But since none of them are field qualified you've got me. I've been searching through all of the guilds for a Chester from Hampshire and I've been throwing out Chamberlain, and other key words hoping that I'll get his attention. But really it's a stretch to find him on so little but if he so much as seems like someone I interact with I'm linked up to the central gaming hub, which if you tell anyone at Langley this exist we'll probably be murdered for wasting resources, and we will be able to trace him to his current location."
"Now I'm following you here on most of this but I really don't see the appeal, and further more I don't talk to anyone at Langley nor anyone at the home office. With the exception of you, your brothers, the General, and select members of the meta human community I don't really have anyone to talk to." Christian said as he sat back away from Ronnie's laptop and peered out the window of the private jet the requisitioned for the mission. It was fast but he knew he could have already touched down by himself. The only thing he hated about his job was his constant pretending that he wasn't the Sovereign. I have no family all of my friends can protect themselves I don't see why I can't just be Christian King, Sovereign. And not be both separately. All these games are really sickening me. I suppose It would bring undue harm to David, or Carol..even to Victor though I seriously think they could handle the public knowing that they as regular people know me as Sovereign, I don't think that they want their true selves ousted. Guess that's another thing I'm all alone in.
"Christian if you want to sleep I'll just wake you when we get there or if I find anything you could get like four hours..." Ronnie said with a bit of concern in his voice.
"I can't sleep. I rarely do, the power just keeps me rejuvenated so don't worry about me."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 1:01 am
The Kohr "So this... Goblin Hunter is a Mnopr?" Sovereign grunted knowing he wasn't grasping the details of the conversation with Ronnie the youngest of his three CIA liaisons. "No, you're not even close MMORPG, Massively multiplayer online role-playing game. Goblin Hunter is one of the greatest most expansive online games ever. It's been running for years. How have you not heard of any of this?" Ronnie questioned in disbelief. "Been busy saving the world and what not, last game I played was Golden Eye for the 64." "Well, as I said before I'm the best in the agency, except for half the IT staff. But since none of them are field qualified you've got me. I've been searching through all of the guilds for a Chester from Hampshire and I've been throwing out Chamberlain, and other key words hoping that I'll get his attention. But really it's a stretch to find him on so little but if he so much as seems like someone I interact with I'm linked up to the central gaming hub, which if you tell anyone at Langley this exist we'll probably be murdered for wasting resources, and we will be able to trace him to his current location." "Now I'm following you here on most of this but I really don't see the appeal, and further more I don't talk to anyone at Langley nor anyone at the home office. With the exception of you, your brothers, the General, and select members of the meta human community I don't really have anyone to talk to." Christian said as he sat back away from Ronnie's laptop and peered out the window of the private jet the requisitioned for the mission. It was fast but he knew he could have already touched down by himself. The only thing he hated about his job was his constant pretending that he wasn't the Sovereign. I have no family all of my friends can protect themselves I don't see why I can't just be Christian King, Sovereign. And not be both separately. All these games are really sickening me. I suppose It would bring undue harm to David, or Carol..even to Victor though I seriously think they could handle the public knowing that they as regular people know me as Sovereign, I don't think that they want their true selves ousted. Guess that's another thing I'm all alone in. "Christian if you want to sleep I'll just wake you when we get there or if I find anything you could get like four hours..." Ronnie said with a bit of concern in his voice. "I can't sleep. I rarely do, the power just keeps me rejuvenated so don't worry about me." Chester yawned as he downed another can of Liquid Hyena, the energy drink that makes you laugh with energy if the the silly ad campaign could be believed. He was hot on the trail of the Goblin King, not like those other idiots who thought he was in the Western Kingdom. Rumor had it he was carrying a level 55 sword this time which was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but be excited. A chat window suddenly popped up and his friend started to chat with him. Headpoppr: Yo dude
LostOne: Hey what's up?
Headpoppr: I was in town and some guy was yelling out your rl name
LostOne: What? Who?
Headpoppr: Don't know
Headpoppr: He said Chamberlain needed yur help
LostOne: ...
LostOne: Ok, thanks dude.
Headpoppr: No probChester scratched his head. It had to be David. s**t, he was getting so close too. With a sigh he turned around and headed toward town to talk to the guy who was so keen on finding him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 8:50 pm
Dragon Sneeze The Kohr "So this... Goblin Hunter is a Mnopr?" Sovereign grunted knowing he wasn't grasping the details of the conversation with Ronnie the youngest of his three CIA liaisons. "No, you're not even close MMORPG, Massively multiplayer online role-playing game. Goblin Hunter is one of the greatest most expansive online games ever. It's been running for years. How have you not heard of any of this?" Ronnie questioned in disbelief. "Been busy saving the world and what not, last game I played was Golden Eye for the 64." "Well, as I said before I'm the best in the agency, except for half the IT staff. But since none of them are field qualified you've got me. I've been searching through all of the guilds for a Chester from Hampshire and I've been throwing out Chamberlain, and other key words hoping that I'll get his attention. But really it's a stretch to find him on so little but if he so much as seems like someone I interact with I'm linked up to the central gaming hub, which if you tell anyone at Langley this exist we'll probably be murdered for wasting resources, and we will be able to trace him to his current location." "Now I'm following you here on most of this but I really don't see the appeal, and further more I don't talk to anyone at Langley nor anyone at the home office. With the exception of you, your brothers, the General, and select members of the meta human community I don't really have anyone to talk to." Christian said as he sat back away from Ronnie's laptop and peered out the window of the private jet the requisitioned for the mission. It was fast but he knew he could have already touched down by himself. The only thing he hated about his job was his constant pretending that he wasn't the Sovereign. I have no family all of my friends can protect themselves I don't see why I can't just be Christian King, Sovereign. And not be both separately. All these games are really sickening me. I suppose It would bring undue harm to David, or Carol..even to Victor though I seriously think they could handle the public knowing that they as regular people know me as Sovereign, I don't think that they want their true selves ousted. Guess that's another thing I'm all alone in. "Christian if you want to sleep I'll just wake you when we get there or if I find anything you could get like four hours..." Ronnie said with a bit of concern in his voice. "I can't sleep. I rarely do, the power just keeps me rejuvenated so don't worry about me." Chester yawned as he downed another can of Liquid Hyena, the energy drink that makes you laugh with energy if the the silly ad campaign could be believed. He was hot on the trail of the Goblin King, not like those other idiots who thought he was in the Western Kingdom. Rumor had it he was carrying a level 55 sword this time which was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but be excited. A chat window suddenly popped up and his friend started to chat with him. Headpoppr: Yo dude
LostOne: Hey what's up?
Headpoppr: I was in town and some guy was yelling out your rl name
LostOne: What? Who?
Headpoppr: Don't know
Headpoppr: He said Chamberlain needed yur help
LostOne: ...
LostOne: Ok, thanks dude.
Headpoppr: No probChester scratched his head. It had to be David. s**t, he was getting so close too. With a sigh he turned around and headed toward town to talk to the guy who was so keen on finding him. Ronnie leaned back away from his laptop and stretched. It had been hours since he started his mission of locating Chester via Goblin Hunter. Sure he loved the game but it is a real bore when you can't go out and quest like you would normally want to. He looked around the cabin to see how the others where doing. His brothers the acting pilot and co-pilot where still managing there way to the airport which was only another hour away. He resented the fact that they would not allow him to fly the jet because of his low simulator score. Which was well above passing but not as high as theirs. He looked over to Christian, who stared out to the clouds intently never tiring and it seemed that he was actually concerned for once. "Everything is running smooth you know, I can't guarantee anything but I'm going to re enter this tavern which doubles as a message board and try my luck at finding him in there." Ronnie blurted. "You would think that Chamberlain would remember his full name. Sure he's met Hundreds of people but one would think if you can remember a power you'd remember the name to go along with it. Just keep at it, the sooner we find him the sooner we can get back." Christian sighed as if his job bored him. Meanwhile it the game Ronnie had proceeded to interrogate more individuals in the pub. It was hard to do when his fellow gamers felt as if they were being questioned to intently they would flee. He knew that it would only be a matter of time but with the state of events currently happening in Capital City who knew how long before it would spread and after all they didn't truly have time to make such a trip.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 11:25 pm
The Kohr liz_bliz_inc The Kohr liz_bliz_inc The Kohr "You did not just say that to me..... You.. you're a ******** child, I have been fighting the darkness since I was eight years old I have seen the worst this universe can offer and there is no way that you will every know the horrid details I keep locked away from the world. There are creatures out there that would make even the most depraved man seem as if he was the next in line for the papal throne!" Victor's breathe was heavy with rage as he stared directly into Liz's eyes, whether or not he could focus on the real task at hand was lost to him all he could think about was this girl, this...young woman who challenged him in every since of the word. "I may have gotten soft, I may have just been coasting by on a mediocre performance, but at least I'm not clinging to the coat tails of a more talented team." "We'll see who's clinging to whom once we're done with this, that's for certain." Liz's face was so close to Victor's they could feel each other's breath. "So, unless there is something else, I guess I have some more 'proving myself' to do to some other form of solid rock." She actually made the finger quotes as she huffed the words that prefaced her allusion out at him. Reaper grabbed her wrists and pulled her all the way in. He seethed with anger. I hate her, why did I come to help her I hate I hate.... Victor barely had to lean in to meet her lips. All of the emotions he felt in that moment where funneled through in the only way he knew how to express himself further to her. My words mean nothing understand me... pleaseThere was a brief moment of reflex resistance from Liz when her wrists were grabbed but it quickly stopped as Victor kissed her. She was surprised to the say the least. In the back of her head, she was aware of the sexual tension between them no matter how she tried to deny it. However she wasn't experienced enough with these sort of relationships to understand the thin line attraction and frustration sometimes treads. The surprise passed quickly however and just as Victor was probably about finished anyway she pushed them apart with a little difficulty and slapped him, hard. "I...you...dirty...." she stammered , as if her brains had been scrambled by the kiss. Then, just another split second later she fell silent, looking at Victor almost sheepishly. Then, in a rather uncharacteristic move, she threw herself back at him and returned the kiss with a bit more vigor than she had received... Victor embraced her as best he could, it was the same as catching a squall. He ran his fingers through her hair as he pulled her in closer and almost as quickly as it started he broke away. His lips left hers and his breath was heavy. "Mission... we...hav....miss...ion" He gasped for air. It was clear in his face behind his eyelids which he bolted shut was the regret for the situation. "I don't have the answers for this. I don't know if I should smack you, or kiss you. I wish this had happened at another time. But the mission a man's life... your friend. It is dangling on a weak thread, We'll talk about this later, but now... I need you to cut this mountain in half, we've gone to far to back out." Victor smiled and held his forehead against hers for what he hoped was forever he stood there his hands sliding down to her waist before he let go and finally stepped back. "Allons-y" Liz looked like she also had things to say about the last few moments but just nodded in agreement that they had to wait. "There's one thing I know we agree on more than anything else," she said with melancholy as two impressive clouds of aura formed around her arms in such excess that they seemed to plumed and roll off her shoulders like the a wildfire. "Our friends matter, and we don't leave them behind." With that she turned and began boring her way through the mountain again. This time the tunnel was a bit more narrow because of how she was forming her aura but it seemed like she was going much faster than before. "It might get a little tight in here but this is as fastest way I can cut a passage out of something solid."
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