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 Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 9:47 am
Dameon nodded a bit as she seemed to realize who he was. He continued to lean on his counter. His unseen eyes watched her as his mind contemplated what she was thinking and saying. He simply leaned there for a bit as she said the passcode Hybrid had given to him. He stood up a bit and nodded to her. "Well, I suppose you're right, they move a lot now it seems, it only gets more dangerous really..."
He began walking away and then in her mind she would hear, 'Go to the hallway with the bathrooms, make sure no one is following you, and walk straight through the mirror at the end. Continue on through the shadows till you reach the end and then head in. Hybrid is in there with his guests...pleasure speaking with you Miss Ipsolin.'
Dameon was now cleaning up some spots along the bar and moving around watching the other customers who weren't really customers, simply loiterers. It was depressing really, but didn't matter, this was the place to talk and whisper. There was no better place...
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2005 12:33 pm
((I luffles my new outfit. blaugh ))
Upon recieving the mental message containing the instructions of which she was to now follow, the magnitude of what she was doing had suddenly hit her, at that exact moment. She hadn't thought it was anything too big, something that she wouldn't be able to handle, until right that moment. Looking back to her hardly touched shot, she realized that might be the last time she would ever have the oportunity to enjoy alcohol and so, quickly downed it in one go. She'd probably need it for what was to come.
Once the drink was burning its way down her esophogus, Ipsolin just took one last look around her. Simply remembering what this world was like, before venturing down the rabbit hole. She wondered vaguely, if she'd even have the chance to talk to this bartender again. And I, bartender.
After just a moment more, Ipsolin stood up and started making her way to what would seem like the washroom. She was lucky, she supposed, that when she went no one else seemed to be in need of the lavatory systems of the establishment, and so was able to go directly to her destination without having to worry about being followed or having to take a detour or two to make sure her mission stayed secret.
Upon reaching the mirror, she seemed to preen herself there for a moment, also using the opportunity to check if anyone behind her was following or watching. It seemed they weren't, so deciding that she might as well do this while she had the chance, she simply stepped forward, blindly trusting the bartender and bracing herself for the chance that he might have been lying.
To her surprise, she found that he had been completely honest and she was now located in a dark hall way. Turning back to look behind her, she was shocked to find that all she could see was a wall. The mirror had disappeared, and with it had the Mundane.
Feeling the wall for confirmation, she didn't know why but felt like she would just about cry for the loss of it. Her eyes welled with tears, and Ipsolin had to blink them back with fierce determination so that they did not fall. Why was she so sad for the loss of the Mundane? She had known she would never fit in there, never had and never could, so why did she care for it like this? Turning her head to look in what she supposed was the direction in which she was supposed to walk to. So, this was it then. There really was no going back.
Biting her bottom lip, Ipsolin eventually began to take the very first of her wary steps in the perscribed direction, feeling an odd feeling in her chest, that she should be following the orders of some one she had never met before and walking, undefended, into the depths of the unknown. But she had trusted the bartender...didn't that count for something?
Eventually, self doubt gave way to resignation, realizing that a new chapter of her life was starting now, and all she could do as it were, was to simply go along with it. The hall way may have seemed endless, and the end unappealing, but when she could see it far off in the distance, curiously she wasn't all too inclined to stop. Not even for a moment. It just felt like it was the right thing to do, to go and walk up to that big old door. To knock on it perhaps, or wait a moment or two to see if she could hear anything from within, and then simply to take hold of that big door-knobbish thing, to swing it open, and blindly throw herself into the room behind it.
If it hadn't felt so right, she would have questioned how she felt about what it was she was supposed to do. It seemed too easy. Too suspiscious. Anything could go wrong, so why was it that she wasn't scared? There had to be a reason, and she was determined to find out.
Quickening her steps to the door, eventually she broke out into a full out run, shortening the distance between herself and the door dramatically in next to no time at all. When she was about five or so meters away from it, she slowed herself back to a walk , collecting her breath and her nerve for the seemingly foolishly easy action of touching that damned door.
Or maybe, she should listen at it first.
Putting her ear to it, she tried to see if she could hear any noise that might be coming from behind. Hadn't the bartender said that some Hybrid would be there with his guests? She hoped she'd be able to tell from where she was now...that would be a good sign. If they were all talking, then it would be so much less awkward to be in that sort of situation...wouldn't it?
Not hearing anything, Ipsolin felt a slight sinking sensation in her gut. What had happened to that foolish ease she had just had a moment ago? Annoyed with herself, she simply took a deep breath, counted down from three to one, thrust her hand out to the door knobbish thing, pulled the fool door open, and strode right on through.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2005 6:49 pm
((We'll say that the mirror dissappeared for Hybrid's own reasons this time when people walked through it ^_^ But normally you can look behind and see straight back as if it were a window. But now Arkus, Connor, Jaden, and Na'fiel need to all post them coming in. So 2k just take a little bit of a rest. ^_^ Good post, I don't want you to change it, hence Hybrid's oddity, but I also have reasons. Anywho, let's get it going other peoples ^_^))
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 4:29 pm
(( sweatdrop ...And yet again, I have muddled up this role play...wow...*hits head against wall* xp ))
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 6:05 pm
It was familiar.
Very familiar, by now.
All too familiar, actually.
Arkus thought all of this slowly and carefully as he strode into what he had dubbed, to himself, at least, the waiting room, behind the mirror. It wasn't so odd, now, being as that he had done it at least three times both forward and back, walking through that mirror. Arkus got used to things quickly.
Hybrid had stated, however, much to Arkus' anticipation, that he would bestow the minotaur with the shotgun shells that his weapon took, which was now placed under the cloak that Hybrid had given him as well. Arkus briefly wondered where Hybrid had acquired such things, or if the being made them. Also, he wondered that with apparently such vast stores, or perhaps such talents, why Hybrid didn't give them weapons of mass destruction.
Arkus longed, however, to blow holes in things. Great fun indeed.
And so, quelling his anticipations slightly, Arkus sat down in the tavern-like area behind the mirror, in the same spot he had the other times he had been in this area, awaiting whatever the man who called himself Hybrid had in store for all of them.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:53 pm
The return to the bar once more left her with more questions. They had met up with another as they returned to the bar. Well, another and a cat, interestingly enough. The cat was cute, but its purpose was in doubt, at least in the mermaid's mind. Then again, it wasn't like she hadn't seen more unusual things lately...
Zaniah had disappeared, it seemed, as well as the elf, Z'kort. Though she was glad to be rid of them, a small pang of regret filled her. They had started this together. It seemed somewhat...empty without them there.
A figure came in, though the mirror entrance shortly after Na'fiel took her place at the table. A fourth? It seemed like they had their four again. Only herself and Arkus were the original few, though. Other than Hybrid, of course. It seemed that their first journey was over and a new one was just beginning. A new adventure had begun.
And there was a cute little kitten involved.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 6:23 pm
((okay.. lets do this xp ))
She had left in a state of annoyance. Not wanting to deal with Hybrid's arrogance towards herself. Zaniah had too much pride to be so completely disregarded like that. So, choosing a foolish path and leaving, the drow found out quickly just how difficult it was to try and fit back in. Especially when she couldn't go back to Cale, and the police were looking for her as well as her accomplices.
So, after a few nights sleeping in dumpsters and hiding in shadows, Zaniah submerged looking a horrible state, smelly, and dirty, since she had not had a shower since leaving Cale's place.
Now, as she stood outside the door to the bar, the female's ebon features were contorted in her own internal struggle. Go in and admit she was weak? Or stay out and be hunted for the rest of her life as long as she stayed in this country, with no way out of it.
'Blasted letter... should have just burned it..' Then, clenching her white teeth, Zaniah opened the door, her bag slung over her shoulder, and her leather jacket was dirty and ripped in a few places from having to get out of a tight spot with the local authority only the night before.
She looked around and went straight to the bathroom, but to her dismay.. the mirror seemed to have dissapeared. Staring at the empty space with horror, she closed her gaping mouth as her bottom lip began to temble, her fists clenched so hard that her short-cut nails threatened to pierce her skin. Forcing the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes to dissapear, the dark drow turned on heel and walked out of the bathroom, instead just finding a booth in the bar, not even bothering to look up to see if the bartender was there. Throwing her bag into an empty booth, she sat down on the padded seat beside it, crossing her arms on the table and just resting her head in them.
At least she was safe here for the moment. She'll figure out where to go from there.
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Eyes still blazing a pure-white, Nika continued to send flock after flock of birds at the crazed mage, her hair tossing all about her as she leeched her energy from the environment about her, even the cement under her feet seemed to loose it's grey palor as she drew upon the ever-lasting current that flowed about her.
"Do not underestimate me!" She said to him in an unearthly voice, soft and whispering like a summers breeze, yet commanding and unyielding as a mountain. Whipping up the wind, the ghost began to bring the air about her to an almost dangerous level as people struggled to get to shelter, away from the commotion in the street.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:29 am
Dameon smiled at the woman he recognized that walked in. The drow woman, and she couldn't find the mirror. He considered this and sent Hybrid a message before returning to his cleaning of the bar. He then called out to her. "Can I get you anything miss? A drink, some food? The light is working on coming on more to allow others into it."
Hybrid on the other hand looked up at the woman who had just walked in. "Ah, so you came. Glad you found it alright. Ipsolin, this is Na'fiel and Arkus." He motioned to each, the kitten hidden in his cloak. She didn't need to be introduced yet. Connor had left them on the way over feeling that he didn't need to join them when he thought about it again. The man that stood there motioned to a seat as he listened to Dameon. "Please have a seat. We are about to begin on the introduction of your new assignment, but it seems as if we have another person wishing to rejoin us. I'll have her come in, it's your friend Zaniah."
Whether Zaniah said she wanted anything or not he would still say, "Oh, and you might want to go look at the mirror down the hall, your hair has some strange shadows in it."
Hybrid looked at the woman for a while and then moved to the wall pulling it down and then pulled out a good sized box. He walked back over with it in his free hand holding Jaden with the other. He threw it down onto the table. It shook, groaning from the strain. He then looked over at Arkus, "These...are your bullets. Differing types, and varying styles. I will teach you before we leave for our next adventure. You can use normal bullets, but they won't have the effect you need such as with these.
"They require much magic, so you'll have to learn that at least, but you'll only have to learn a minimal amount of magic to perform what you have to. Na'fiel...your bullets that you'll use are made of something special. You see...how you are feeling, or how healthy you are makes the impact of the weapon or bullet more powerful or less dependent upon said conditions. So, you'll have to keep yourself healthy in order to use the full potential of your weapon. Also, you may have a larger appetite once you start using it, that's because it's a weapon that directly uses your own energy. In essence, this will increase your metabolism a good deal, meaning you'll eat more, and quite possibly still won't feel full. You'll have to learn your balance.
"Ipsolin...your weapon will come. Use what you have with you for now, after that I will determine what you need. Zaniah...I may or may not help her weapons. It will be wholy dependent upon how she decides to act. In any case, I will make sure this mission goes a bit smoother then the last one. I won't do supernatural acts, because they are too much for this, and you just need to learn to work without them. In any case let us greet our friend mmm?" Hybrid looked up at the door in wait for Zaniah to walk in soon. He was half glad she was back, this meant he wouldn't have to fight, but could be support instead. Fighting...didn't exactly interest him after all.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 1:27 pm
Ipsolin nodded with a polite smile to both Arkus and Na'fiel, not quite sure what it was she was supposed to say in a situation such as this. She followed what Hybrid said, not sure how it was she was supposed to react to him. The sting of his words earlier hadn't been forgotten, and so she inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement of his speaking and helped herself to a seat. She was still shocked, in a sence, to find out that the door had indeed been real and here she was, sitting with those not of the Mundane such as she. She didn't really pay too much attention to Hybrid, as she was more intent on observing Arkus andNa'fiel out of the corners of her eyes. How good it was, she smiled inwardly, to not be gawked at and stared at by humans.
Not even a blink of surprise as Hybrid threw down the box of weaponry onto the table, the Asimar looked on in interest as weapons were distributed to those around her. Slightly disappointed when she didn't get one, she wondered what on earth she could possibly get and was content to ponder the subject with a light hearted attitude as she leaned back ever so slightly, her ankles crossed one over the other, and her hands folden neatly in her lap.
Despite the mounting excitement in her chest, she would wait for this Zaniah. It felt like her life was finally starting to come together now, and for that she couldn't help the small smile that graced her lips.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 4:54 am
Arkus nodded when the box hit the table, standing and striding over to the box, listening to Hybrid's explanation.
Magic... it wasn't something that Arkus readily trusted. In his tribes, what little he recalled of his culture, magic was held only by the shamans, who were few and far between. Most of them served as diviners, fortune-tellers, and healers, or a mix of all three. Arkus couldn't recall what his tribe's shaman specialized in.
Or, even, who the shaman was.
Arkus didn't open the box quite yet. From the way it had hit the table, it was probably brimming with the shells for his shotgun. He couldn't wait.
He crossed his arms, though, assuming that the box was something that was only able to be opened by Hybrid himself, and that to anyone else who attempted to gain entry to what the box held, some horrible tragedy would occur to the intruder.
Like getting their hands removed.
Arkus didn't exactly want that to happen.
"Magic..." He mumbled to himself, feeling the word rumble in his chest. "Exactly... what kind of magic?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
Needless to say, Hybrid had Arkus' attention.
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 7:17 am
Arkus' thought process was in fact correct, at least on the part of it being booby-trapped. But the hands weren't removed. No...that's too easy. It was much worse, but no one was going to try so it wouldn't happen...not that Hybrid would have let it happen anyways. He placed his hand on the top and it dematerialized and amazingly enough, Arkus was wrong on the point of the box brimming with shells. There were plenty of colours though, for each type. He gave a piece of paper to Arkus and then began to shift through the box. The paper was a guide to the type of shotgun shell. It also mentioned that there were certain notch type things to help move quickly in combat.
"It's not a magic like what you probably know, not that of speaking incantations and the like, this is instead runes. You must inscribe runes and endow it with a special liquid. That's the normal process, but obviously you would ruin the shells like that. So with this you have to speak words, and mix the liquid with the pellets. The incantations are on the back of that sheet. In other words...don't lose it. The notches are in order of power, and the elemental are on the bottom in a certain order as well. It's all easy to memorize. Just work with it."
Hybrid pulled out a shell and held his hand out. Arkus' shotgun flew from it's hiding place into his hand. Hybrid without blinking or seeming to care about what Arkus felt from this working, loaded the shotgun shell. He then lifted it and pointed it toward the wall. He looked back at Arkus. "This is the shell that you will not use. Unless there is absolutely no other way. This shell will suck some of your life away and totally obliterate your enemy. This is an absolute last resort, and I'll show you why. This shell is called a Caster Shell. Also known as the Ultima Shell, or whatever you'd like to call it. The official name is Caster Shell."
At that moment Hybrid pulled the trigger and suddenly the space around the end of the gun began to distort, as if the area was being pulled into the gun. Then suddenly it launched with force and speed beyond comprehension. The gun didn't recoil yet, neither was sound coming yet. The bullet blasted into the wall, and it didn't break, instead it was utterly decimated. There were other walls behind it, psychic walls and such. But they were straining from the attack. The actual sound and recoil came after the blast had already left the chamber. The bullet was so utterly fast that if it hadn't been such short range it would have been impossible to follow.
Hybrid was standing there without flinching still looking at Arkus. The walls suddenly began mending themselves as Hybrid spoke letting go of the shotgun letting it fly back to Arkus' side. "As you can see, this bullet destroys. It has the ability to utterly torture and destroy depending upon how much life force is used. Don't use this bullet unless you have no other choice. You have three of them. And as far as I know...there are only a handful of people who could even feasibly avoid this attack, and they are the ones you'll have to use it on...but that's where strategy comes in. They won't hear the sound till it's too late, meaning you'll have to hit them in a blind spot, or when they are not looking.
"Remember that Arkus. These bullets are sectioned out already to certain types of missions, so try to use them carefully and use your head to which style you may need most. Pick up a few of the belts and wear them as you see fit." Hybrid looked back to the door now and then to Ipsolin for a moment. "Don't be sore about earlier...I can't have people realizing who I am, or being able to identify me easily. And I'm sure you will have the adventure of a lifetime..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 8:35 am
((Bump for others to post ^_~ Such as Zaniah, and our little crazy blood magus))
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 10:36 pm
((BWAHA!! I LIVE!!... kinda...))
Tensing as the Drow heard someone say both the words 'mirror' and 'Shadows' in the same sentence, she raised her weary head and grabbed her bag, shouldering it quickly and being careful to keep her stride steady and not just burst into a full run. What happened to the strong, independant female worthy of her mother's throne? What happened to being able to 'take care of herself'
....Stupid planet...
Sighing with relief as she saw the mirror now in the washroom, Zaniah's depressing and resolved face cracked a smile at the sight of herself. She was a mess...
A chuckle escaped from behind pearly teeth as she walked towards, and finally through the mirror, her snowy hair was lank and dirty, her usually clean skin having a slight oily shine, and a long scratch marred her cheek-bone.
Emerging on the other side, she stood there a moment, seeing Arkus and Na'fiel... but who were these other people? Hybrid she found right away. Unsure what to do.. she just stood there, her hands fidgeting with the backpack she had slung over one shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 12:01 pm
Hybrid stares straight at Zaniah in her eyes. He doesn't waver nor lower his gaze. He stays silent for a long time, maybe trying to make her uncomfortable, or maybe simply thinking of what to say, his face expressed nothing. He slowly stood up straight and turned as he spoke walking away from her. "It is good to see that you decided to rejoin us Zaniah. Glad you didn't get captured mmm? Take a seat and if you have anything to say speak after I'm done."
He turned back around as he reached the map. He then motioned towards Ipsolin, "This is Ipsolin, our new member. Ipsolin, Zaniah." He then turned back to the map and began marking a few things upon it's canvas. He then looked back at the members in the room. His golden eyes watching in silence. He stood watching as if in thought about those there. He then opened his mouth to begin speaking. "Zaniah, you have your weapons, and if you do a job worthy of it, you will gain better things. But not at the moment, now comes your assignment.
"There is a group, who I won't be surprised if you've never heard of them. They are the Infinite Serpants. They consist of snake-blooded, either half or full, humans to work in and about. They sacrifice humans for their deities. These people are some of the worst you'll ever find. They live to destroy and kill men, women, and children. Your goal will be too infiltrate in silence at first, break loose the prisoners, and give them weapons. Then let all hell loose. You have to find the lead priest though. His name is Seethen Shalar. He is a full-blooded snake human. Just to warn you, so except trickery, and deceit. He is powerful, and deadly. I have given you your weapons and the maps are in the middle of the table. You have to work together...or you will be killed. I wish you luck and will be taking care of police and anything else. If you need me think to me, I'll hear you." Hybrid stood in silence for a moment. "Now...questions."
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 4:48 pm
Na'fiel had stayed silent throughout most of the ordeal. She didn't find that she had very much to contribute to the conversation. However, she did find the choice of weapon interesting. For a gun to draw on her own life force seemed to be a daunting difficulty. This meant that if she was already weak, using the weapon would be a great misjudgement.
Snake-humans, hmm? She had heard the race referred to in different ways. Naga was one of the more popular ones. However, it seemed to refer to people who had half snake bodies, much like half her own was like an aquatic creature.
"Are they shapeshifters?" she asked, "Or do they only have one form?" She thought the question necessary, but perhaps it wasn't. All the same, it was probably better to know.
Na'fiel leaned on her arm, propped up by her elbow. The other hand lay horizontally across the table. She seemed to be deep in thought, though she was just starting to let her mind wander. She was thinking of a plan of infiltration. Peering over at the map, she wondered if going through the ventillating system was the best bet again. However, last time, they had Zkort...this time would be different. Perhaps it was time for a new plan.
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