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| Who Should Become Vice-Commander? Vote Now Fools! |
| Ace (Sokata) |
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| GroundWalker (Joel) |
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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:12 pm
((Yea I am fine. Besides the head ache given to me by nonstop helicopter patrols flying over head. Finally Chatsworth makes national news. Even if it was very very tragic. >.>))
"No, we are not at my office yet."
They then reached the office a few more steps later. The android opened the door to reveal a pitch black room. The android turned on the light, which in turn illuminated the room. The walls were cream colored and the room was medium sized. The was modest. A smooth metal desk with a computer, and some house plants. On the desk was a hot cup of coffee, placed there for the guest.
Everything was neat, orderly, and spotless.
The android took pulled out a chair for Spider then sat behind the desk.
"Sit, sit, there are some things I need to talk to you about."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:13 pm
Snake311 ((Dudes, have you been watching the news. Yesterday, a freighter train and a Metrolink train where playing chicken in my town and collided head on. So far 24 people have died. Worst Metrolink disaster ever. In my home town. One eight of a mile away from my house.)) ((Were they seriously playing chicken, or was one just in the wrong place at the wrong time? If they WERE playing chicken, that's incredibly stupid. Unlike a car, the train can't swerve to dodge the other one.....))
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:24 pm
Spider grinned, and nodded slightly scared...
This guy was absolutely fabulous. he was somewhat like he was before he learned to ejoy his condition. Even the pens seemed to be aligned.
He sat down, and made himself comfy, which meant that he placed his whitehaired cat on his lap, and breathed deeply. Then, he crawled his cat behind the ears, nodded, and looked at a position fifteen centimeters left of his ear. he simply had to test his suspicions...
"Then, mister big Brother, just ask, and you will find answers. I promise to not hold anything back. "
The cat was perfectly comfy. It had barfed in a very relieving way, and now she was good again. Obviously, that guy kind of liked cats, or at least was not hostile towards them, so she did decide against jumping on his lap. Owner on the other hand grew interested. She closed her eyes, started to purr, and signaled by farting that she was very much comfortable.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:32 pm
((While Riku is busy waiting for the others, I'm going to do a post for the Uroboros, from the viewpoint of Yumiko.)) LOCATION: Southern Gobi Desert, China
Uroboros Command Helicopter, Task Force 32 of Kavinsky's Army, under command of Joseph "Dracula" Yeffimovich Yumiko sat quitely in the back of the Mi-8, the whirring of the helicopter's rotor the only noise. Her katana rested on her lap, and she fingered the elegant carvings on the scabbard. She sighed, and ran her hand through her tied-back black hair. She was about to go on one of the most important missions of her career as one of the Uroboros. She would be facing those cursed Mishap Mercenaries again, and she was almost certain the Chaosmonger who had defeated her would be there. And yet.... she was bored. "Something is bothering you, nyet?" A thick Russian accent sounded next to her, and she looked up. Joseph stood in front of her, smiling. "No," she said, smiling slightly, then looked down. "You don't need to lie to me, darling," he said, sitting down next to her. "I can tell when someone is distressed. Or would you rather I read your mind?" She sighed. "It's just that, that man is going to be there, the one who defeated me." She thought back to the day he beat her, remembered his face. It was the first time she had been defeated, and she had almost commited seppuku for such a defeat. It had been Yuri who had convinced her otherwise. She still remembered his words... "You are no use to us dead." Oh, master Yuri, she thought to herself. "So just kill him this time," another accented voice, this one much deeper, sounded from the back of the helicopter. She looked up to see Vasily in the rear, sitting in a rather uncomfortable position. He didn't weight nearly enough to bring the chopper down; he weighed half a ton, and the Mi-8 was capable of hauling 6,000 pounds. However, he was too tall to stand inside, and as such had to sit. Even then, his head was pressed against the ceiling, which was raised for him. "Ignorant fool," Joseph shot back, in a rather angry tone. "She follows the code of bushido, the way of the samurai. She has lost her honor, and as such must regain it. A simple-minded buffoon such as yourself would know nothing of honor." "You'd better watch what you say to me," Vasily said back, slamming down what looked like a five-gallon water jug full of Dovgan vodka. In addition to being stupid, he was also a very heavy drinker, enough to make any other Russian stare in awe. "I'd have no trouble tearing your skinny body to pieces. "You'd never get near me," Joseph said, "when I throw you into a hallucinogenic spasm." Vasily grunted, and went back to drinking his vodka. "Don't worry, my dear," Joseph said, turning back to Yumiko. "We will defeat those bourgeois mercenaries, and then we will retrieve the blade for 'master'", he put a nasty emphasis on this word, "Kavinsky." "Hail Kavinsky!" Vasily roared from the back, and the clones on board all saluted at this. "If you say so," she said, and turned to the window. Below the chopper, trucks, BMPs, and tanks of every type rolled along. Alongside the chopper, other Mi-8s, as well as Mi-24 Hinds flew along silently. Still, she thought, there's something about that man that intrigues me.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 9:40 pm
Cafeteria, MMHQ "A Pieris is a winter-blooming flower. That's a little obscure, though. How about something a little more obvious? You can be Aurora, like the northern lights. Better choose a name quickly," he said, spying Shadow and his pet walking by. For a moment, Joel mistook the pet for a former agent of Mishaps. Then he remembered that Agrotera could breathe fire if she wanted; she would never have used a Gatling gun. "The others are about ready to go." He finished the meatloaf quickly and stood up. Slinging the green sack across his back, he headed for the double doors, motioning Outai to come with him to the portal room. --------------- ((How's this for a lead-in, Magnavar?)) Library, MMHQ Zach hid behind a bookshelf, shaking uncontrollably. He hoped that the thing, whatever it was, would give up already. He had spent what felt like hours crouching in one corner or another. He tried to remember anything from the book that would tell him what the thing was and how to get rid of it. He had found the book while looking for one of the new mercenaries. He hadn't find any of them, but he had found a book entitled A Quick Guide to Breaking Magical Seals. He had known that there were no books in this library that anyone should read, but this one seemed perfect. He had flipped open the grimy cover, skipped over the introduction, and found page one. The first page demonstrated why no one checked out books from this library. Step One - Finding the Seal
Before handling any object, inspect it carefully for magical-looking markings. In the case of books, examine the cover first, and then inspect each page individually. This book had a perfectly obvious seal on page ix, which you would have noticed if you hadn't skipped over it. The author spent a lot of time writing that introduction, and you blew it off. Shame on you, Zach. Maybe a little horror will teach you to take this guide more seriously...The book was still on the floor a few aisles over where he had dropped it. He still hadn't seen whatever the book had released. He just knew, beyond all doubt, that there was something there. With his head close to the floor, Zach peeked around the corner. He pulled back quickly. Was the person there the 'horror' that the cursed book had summoned? He didn't want to find out. Unfortunately, trying to run the other way would bring him closer to the book. Unable to choose a direction, Zach huddled into a tight ball and hoped that whoever he had seen did not decide to come his way.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 10:13 pm
Shadow decided to wait in the portal room with Guardiana till the others were ready. He stood in a relaxed stance while the panther sat comfortably next to his right side. They waited patiently and silently for the others.
[[His pet will not use the gatling gun. She is just carrying it for Shadow. He will use it. I forgot to mention that a full rotational motion tripod was also harnessed to her back.]]
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 10:29 pm
Dimitry cursed, as he hit the goat harder. His american friend had been out of his mind. Of course, he had given him these nice glasses, and even this satellite telephone, with seemingly unlimited credit, which was nice.
But having to borrow one of the few goats of his family gave totally the wrong Ideas. he was not interested in becoming some stinking goatherder, he had the skills and the ruthlessness, and the good grades in math to get to banking...
He hit the goat again, and wondered what the hell this was. Then, he quickly found out. getting gradually louder, He saw them in the distance. BMP's, helicopters, Trucks, tanks and other beacons of western civilistation flew just on the other side of the pass. Enough firepower to kill him multiple times. he hit his goat a few times harder, and in the progress presssed a few buttons on his telephone, which caused the glasses to record, but not to send yet. Unbelievable.
This was absolutely unbelievable. They all bore different western signs of power, and they all seemed unpuzzled. and best of all, noone seemed to notice him, way aside the helicopters, hitting his goat. he moved his hand over his eyes, which he had covered with the strangers sunglasses, and tried to zoom in a few times with his pghone, just to get it all. he knew that he was putting together a film, and not only "just the beauty of the mountains..."
he was spying on different people, people that did not belong here. That was what being western was all about, yes?
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 10:55 pm
((No, they where not actually playing chicken, it was a joke. But initial reports say that the metro link conductor was texting though...))
"Great, lets get right down to business." The android paused for a moment.
"I actually don't have that many questions. I just need to get your oriented. Just to let you know, because of today's incident and your current condition, I will be closely monitoring you at all times. If I find you harassing the staff or breaking Mishap Mercenaries property, I will eject you from the building personally. Through a very solid wall... From the top floor of the building."
The android leaned back in his chair. "We will have to assign you a codename which you will go by when you are on missions. To protect your identity of course. I will let you decide on this one."
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 4:32 am
"Hmmmmmm..."
He leaned back, rummaged through his pockets, and brought forth a ritalin bottle while he thought about what just had been said, and tried to immagine it.
"Voilà !"
He grinned, jumped to his feet, and held up his cat.
"In direct view, a humble vetenarian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This venter, no mere veneer of vanity, is like a vented system of the vox populi, now vacant, ..."
he grinned, and quickly placed the cat on the table, as it farted again, this time with visible pleasure. He was not to bring out of raving that easily.
"vanished, as this once vital vice of the verbosities now venerates what it once vilified, all in the right volume. However, this vaporous visualisation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, veraciously veracious, and has vowed to vanquish , as vanguards, all vanilla threads to the vorpal voracious vortex of verity, these..."
He catched breath, and was now completly gone from the real world, his mouth foaming a little greenish as the axid from his stomach flowed up. <******** swine, vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict, which by violated virtue of the brain I can come up with is vengeance; a victorian vendetta held ad valorem, for the virtue and veracity shall one day vindicate the viabillity of the vocabulary of all villans with voltage unbeknown to their valid minds, till visibly victorious only truth stands, and my Lady Veritas forever stands victorious inmidst of all . "
Spider grinned, and wiped away a bit of spit which had dripped on the table. He returned into his seat, grabbed the surprised cat, and looked at the android.
"Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose away from the real question, so as a truthfull introduction, it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me Doc Loki or something."
He grinned, chuckled, and lifted his cat.
"She will be known as beaches, like in beaches of Normandy. Vill zat be ok?"
Grinningly, he took back the cat, and was quite proud of himself.
"So, any new questions, or shall I think of other names?"
Cat was not amused. She did not mind when owner raved, or when he was high on the little multicolored pills, but it was quite annoying when he used her as a pointy sign, so she broke wind in his jacket, and gave him her best "********.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:05 am
Yue felt his strength beginning to slip. The dragon's tail was beginning to bash into his legs, causing him immense pain. He dragged the blade through the wing and closer to the soft unbelly of the dragon.
With a single swift movement, he plunged the blade deep into the soft skin of the dragon. It was all over in a matter of seconds. Faltering a bit, Yue fell to one knee. His own blood mixed with that of the dragons. Yue's own blue blood touched that of the black blood. "Dispell." He commanded. With the remaining drops of his energy, the mist returned to the depths of the earth.
Taking small amounts of air, yue clung to his ribs which burned with white hot intensity. The spikes of the dragon tore his flesh like a hot knife through butter.
Oozing out blood, the long jagged cuts on his body slowly began to heal themselves. "Ow." Leaning against the hard scales of the dragon, he waited and listened as the secondary dragon crashed into the buildings. 'I'm out of energy.' Taking in air, Yue could smell the blood of the dragon engulfing his senses.
Dipping a finger into the blue blood of the dragon, he sucked at the plasma. His own was mixed with it and the power of dragon's blood slow to respond.
"This is ridiculus."
Coughing up some of his own blood, he cluched at his sides, which ached even more. "I hate running out of chi."
((Hi, You may not remember me. I'm Shadar, that one freaky guy that can do the water stuff, ya thats me. I'm sorry for being gone for so long, though I do have a good excuse. I don't mean to steal the news.....but, Cincinnati, Ohio, where I live, was just hit by a Category 1 hurricane. Think about this, a state, in the middle of the U.S, with water only to its north, and battered by a hurricane from its south. AKWARD. burning_eyes I'm sorry for being gone, we lost power. I'm submitting this to make sure I'm not kicked off.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 3:20 pm
Cyrith growled in frustration. The books with pictures in them were worthless. One book had him making sparks of light, and another made him see things with an additional color. Stupid octarine. Everything in this freaking library, other than the single tile in the center of the room, was saturated in magic, and gave off that annoying octarine color.
Putting his latest book back, How to Blow up the World With Ten Easy Spells, He started to wander around. Well, he would have, if he hadn't heard a slight whimper coming from behind one of the shelves. Walking towards the noise, he spotted a guy in what looked to be a mixture of the fetal position, and a position that was just screaming out "Kill me."
Placing a hand on the man's shoulder, he cleared his throat. Why was that octarine color much more prevalent here? "Hey, buddy. You alright?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:00 pm
((Another Uroboros/ Kavinsky post. I'll be controlling them for the rest of the RP.) "We will reach the base of the Himalayas in four and a half hours," the chopper pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. No one seemed to notice, though. Yumiko was sharpening the edge of her blade with a whetting stone, Joseph was listening to the Red Army Choir on tape, and Vasily was busing fiddling with a Vulcan 20mm Gatling cannon. The clones sat there in silence. Yumiko wondered if they ever talked. She put the stone away, and slid her blade back into it's scabbard. It fit into place with a small click. She leaned back, and rested her head on the window again. The whirring noise of the motor was soothing, and she slowly drifted off to sleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LOCATION: Ivan Kavinsky's office, 42nd floor
Kavinsky Enterprises HQ, Moscow, Russia Kavinsky sat nervously in his chair as he talked into the portal. Although he would do anything for Thanatos, he always grew nervous when he talked to him. It wasn't the fact that he was a demon from the Realm of Chaos who could destroy him with the power in his pinky. No. It was the IMAGE of him; a swirling, black vortex with the outline of a demonic figure inside. It often gave him nightmares. Fortunately, he wasn't alone. Kafziel, who was holding the portal open, and Yuri were both there. He tried to put on his best Russian smile as he talked into the portal. It was useless. Both knew the fear inside him was there. They could sense it. "Preparations are going well for your entry to this world, my lord," he said calmly. "This world will shudder at your name, as so many already do." "Good", the voice boomed from the darkness. An unnaturally deep, demonic, disembodied voice. "We will soon finish conquering Valhalla. When we finish, I expect the portal to be awaiting my minions.""It will be done, my lord," Kavinsky replied. "Good," the voice echoed back. "And Yuri, I have faith that you will defeat this Chaosmonger, this- Riku."Yes, my master," Yuri said calmly, as the portal closed. Kavinsky almost immediately pounded the button that linked him to the command helicopter. "Report, Dracula. What is your status?" "We will be there within four hours," Joseph's voice replied calmly. "All is going well." "Good," Kavinsky said. "Inform me when you arrive." The voice comm clicked off. "Worrying will do you no good, my friend," Kafziel said slowly as he walked to the desk. "I have confidence your troops will retrieve the blade in time, and Lord Thanatos will be unstoppable. He rewards those who aid him greatly." If that's how you want to describe what he'll do when he arrives here, old man, then yes, Yuri thought to himself. He will "reward" you both, all right."That is good," Kavinsky said, waving his hand in dismissal. "You two may go. I have some important matters to attend to." And with that, he turned to a series of consoles. Kafziel waited until the door shut behind them to speak again. "Humans are so easily deceived. He does not know what Lord Thanatos truly has in store for him." "It is best that way," Yuri replied. "But we must keep it quiet. We don't want him suspecting anything." "Indeed," Kafziel said, as they walked down the hall.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:03 pm
Larry had never felt this way before in his life. For some reason, he had gone in the course of less than 30 minutes from being a brave mercenary to a beer-goggled prankster. One after another, Larry smashed down glasses of beer. But although it seemed to have the effects of beer, the liquid he was drinking seemed much sweeter than beer.
If he were not drinking it would have felt strange, only having come to this town a short time ago and immediately having the entire tavern slap him on the back and laugh with him like he was a friend. And what would have seemed even more unusual was that everyone at the bar, EVERYONE, was buying him drinks.
One of the villagers noticed Korie out of the corner of his eye and hid a grin behind his robe sleeves. He walked up to Korie with a glass of beer in his fingerless-gloved hands and extended it to her. "Interest you in some of the local brew? It's Harvest Festival." the villager asker her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 9:59 am
heart You found my heart and rebuilt it from dust... heart
((wow, usually this place isn't so busy.))
"Aurora sounds great." Outai said calmly, "It's a pretty name anyway, and is pretty obvious. I like it."
Outai stood and followed Joel out of the cafeteria and out to where everyone else was waiting. Mooney was still resting on her head, saving his energy that he knew he'd need.
heart ...and now let me return the favor for you. heart
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 4:41 pm
Korie had finally spotted Larry in a throng of villagers, guzzling down beers that seemed to appear out of nowhere. She started to the spot where he was sitting, her hand covering her nose and mouth from the ridiculously strong smell of booze, when suddenly a shady-looking cloaked man offered her a drink. "Err...No thanks. I'm underage, and I really don't like alchohol..." She ducked under his arm quickly and pushed her way through the crowd of villagers, who seemed to be clustering closer and closer together around Larry. Feeling a little lightheaded and claustrophobic, she finally fell into a small space between Larry and the crowd of villagers, who seemed oddly too friendly, especially for bar folks.
The stink of beer was getting stronger, it seemed, and it burned her nose and throat, even with her nose covered. Larry seemed to have changed as soon as he entered this bar, and she was surprised he wasn't on the floor laughing like a psychopath from all the beer he had already dumped down his throat. Korie instantly whipped out her arm, over some other villagers, and grabbed Larry's shoulder, and unsuccessfully tried to jerk him around to face her. "Hey! Come on, what's wrong with you?! There's something wrong here, we have to go! Hello?" The smell was getting sickening, and her insides wound up more and more as the villagers kept on getting closer.
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