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 Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:12 pm
"The volcano has mutated the lifeforms around it. What turns a small lizard into a wyvern has been affecting the aquatic life. You think a giant squid is bad already? That's nothing yet. Wait until you meet a kraken." Maiyeta laughed. "Only cyNet3 can get down there, because they're not even ali... a... live...." Maiyeta stared at the mana cell.
Joe noticed that it seemed to hold more mana than it had before.
"That... wow." She seemed at a loss for words. The ground below Joe was torn upwards from the mana absorption. "Careful!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:15 pm
"That might be true, but I'd at least like to bring it up in conversation with him. As long as it doesn't bother you, of course."
He smiled broadly. "I'll take that to mean that it's pretty big," Joe said as he shielded it from more mana absorption. The breakdown began to slow and stop.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:20 pm
She nodded. "You could drain an absurd amount of mana with this thing. I can see why you're only keeping it around an eighth full, though. No need to display yourself too obviously."
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:29 pm
Paul shrugged. "Here, I'll keep yah safe," he muttered, then tossed an arm over Marco's shoulder and marched straight out into the room, approaching the mech. It would be challenging, but if he could get it done he could unleash Darius, who could collapse the building, and keep them safe simultaneously. This would be interesting.
((Out of curiosity, are all the necromantic shadows dead forever? I miss 'em. Sabre at least should've survived. crying ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:31 pm
((That wasn't all the ones that existed, but Helmsborough ******** 'em up pretty bad.))
It occurred to Paul that WEARING a source of a Reality Enforcement Field was probably going to make that difficult.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:37 pm
That would be dealt with in time! In the mean time it was important to trash the major source of the issue. Or wreak some sort of havoc. He needed to make a distraction. A big one. He needed to find a pipe that was carrying something important. Like steam. Huh. Broil someone. Yes, a distraction... he looked to see if anything stood out.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:43 pm
Paul was quite literally surrounded by pipes. It seemed like just about any item of the environment that he damaged would probably shoot steam.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:56 pm
Joe looked around. "Uhh, yeah, that's why I do it..." He turned away and his eyes nearly busted out of his head. One-eighth! Good Lord!
Composing himself, he turned back. "So, can you tell me more about this place? I mean, these guys can go back without me. I think I can transfer myself one plane, if I try hard enough."
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 11:07 pm
Okay. It was time for some acting.
Paul kept walking, confidently, since he was clearly supposed to know where he was going. He purposely kept his eyes well above floor level, focusing specifically on the mech, until - gold! His foot caught painfully on something, he came down, and his full weight was caught by a more fragile looking pipe.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 11:27 pm
The pipe sagged.
It was holding.
Dear god, the thing was holding.
That flimsy, four-inch diameter piece of s**t was holding.
Wait, no it wasn't.
Crash.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 11:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 11:34 pm
((Wait, are you trying to shift?))
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 11:36 pm
((Nooooo, he's saying the others can go and he'll stay for a while. Then he'll shift when he's ready to go home.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 11:38 pm
Steam poured forth, and Paul rolled away in time to avoid being burned. He stumbled to his feet and began trying to clear his eyes. In the expected panic he got lost in the crowds, making sure his clothing and face were not recognized with the mistake by more than a very short few. He moved quickly but relaxedly, like he wasn't running from but to. He kept his eyes on the mech.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 11:44 pm
((S'what I thought. What do you want now? razz ))
((Oh hey. Explanation.))
"Stone platforms, with dirt cores on some. We have rudimentary farming and the leyline takes care of the rest. It's focused on the platform with most of our crops - you can see the tear in the sky over there..." She gestured, and Joe looked upon what seemed to be a miles-long glowing band of sky. Beneath it was a row of stupidly huge plants. "Most of our items are Drakken-obsidian since a steady flow of obsidian falls from the leyline's breach point anyway."
She continued to detail a couple other leylines and the loose association of tribes - the Outlanders - that inhabited the platforms.
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