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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:43 pm
Though Moe was quite worn out from pedaling [she wasn't the type for physical exercise of that sort], she was shocked by the high speed of the steamcraft.
"Whooooaaaaa...", she said, trying to hold her place. She did not expect it to go THAT fast.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 2:20 pm
"s**t!" Rufus said, suddenly pressed against the chair by the wind, his hands holding his top hat secure. The forest became a blur of green and tan tones. His tearing squinted eyes looked forward to see the ship enlarging as they drew in. "Ya 'ave a way to stop 'is right?" The ship became in full view. "...Right?"
Cornelius paused the firing, a crescendo entering his ear drums. He turned his head, seeing some sort of personal airship bursting from the forest at full force. Took the goits long enough.
But why didn't they lose pace as they approached?
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 4:29 pm
As they approached the ship, Derek lowered his makeshift stopping mechanism. It promptly broke. He should've known. As if the geniuses who had invented this thing hadn't thought of hydraulic brakes. He aimed the craft so that it would shoot by the ship.
"Not anymore!" He shouted over the roar of the wind as he untied his tie. Looping it around the wheel, he tied it so that it wouldn't turn. Getting out of his seat, he climbed on top of the boiler's crate. They were going to have to bail and skid to a stop.
"Time to go!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 1:59 pm
Rufus leaped to his right, his feet springing off of the pedals. His top hat blown off as he fell from the 6 foot drop to the ground. He landed with a nice "Opf!". Apparently the fighting hadn't dissipated between the constables, feeling more of an eternity. He broke from his thoughts, recovering back to his legs.
Where the hell did the the crate go?
The Constables took notice of him. "Alden Sky Navy! Hands to the sky!"
Rufus peered his eyes around. His legs became springs, launching him to his right, falling into the cover of The Freeglory. The returning fire scraped around the corner as he returned his center of balance to normality from the earth below.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 6:43 pm
((Sorry I didn't post sooner. Assassin's Creed 2 and all that...))
Derek pushed off with the crate, him and the whole load lurching backward off the craft. He landed on the ground, and the slowdown was abrupt. Bullets rained down around him as the crate kicked up a plume of dust. Once he had stopped, he looked around to get his bearings. The ship wasn't far away, but the distance was still dangerous, considering the bullets from the firefight.
You can do this, Derek thought to himself as he took a deep breath to calm the fears threatening to overtake him. Just breathe, he whispered in his head as he steeled himself to the task. Jumping off the crate, he positioned himself behind it and pushed with all his might toward the ship.
Bullets impacted all around him, bullets meant for the ship. Then, it seemed as if someone had spotted him, and was aiming for him. Bullets came down harder, faster. He screamed, pushing harder than he thought he could, then screamed louder when he felt the bullet pierce his shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:26 pm
((It's alright.))
Rufus peeked from his suitable cover. The full fury of a battalion of bullets flew towards the crate, and importantly, Derek. His right hand rocketed to his back, with drawing one of the long arms. He put the stock to his right shoulder, taking blind aim at began to fire, the gun responded with a equal kick. The heat began to be taken from Derek and redirected to him, he swept back to the cover waiting for another chance.
Cornelius swiveled the heavy cannon, beginning to compensate for the fire Derek had already taken. The hot lead disperse the foes, but for how long was not sure.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 4:43 pm
Derek didn't stop running, even though the pain was intense. If anything, the pain made him run faster. Grunting as he went, he pushed the boiler up the ramp, crashing into a wall when he didn't stop in time. After that, he just slumped against the crate, letting his shoulder bleed. The wound had gone numb, now, and he felt tired. Nearly his entire shirt sleeve was red when his breathing began to slow.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 6:05 pm
Rufus bolted after him, his shoes biting hard into the dirt as the sharply turned onto the ramp. He threw the gun as the approached, it clanged as it hit the hardwood floor. "Caleb!"
The masked doctor flew into the main entrance, his medical robe on his left arm was not longer being worn, the sleeve hanging and blowing as he ran to Derek.
"I'll will treat him, just get this ship back up." Caleb said, taking Derek off the box.
Rufus nodded, he wrapped his arms around the ponderous boiler. He heaved it though the left wing, his clattering footfall ringing throughout the ship. "Alice!" Rufus said, entering the boiler room.
"It's about damn time!" Alice came to him, helping him support the heavy crate. They walked to the empty port, dropping down the crate. Alice's right metallic hand ripped the top off, then lifted the crate to it's side, the boiler falling to the ground along with the endless pile of wooden shavings. She began to set the boiler into place. "Go tell Cornelius!" She demanded, deep in her work.
Rufus sprinted out, she had to work fast. He recklessly dashed through all in his way, bolting up the stairs to the main deck. "We got it!"
Cornelius stopped firing. "Which means?"
"We can get tha' 'ell outta 'ere! Get on tha' wheel!"
Cornelius took his hands off of the chaingun, his legs taking him to the navigation room.
Rufus took the cannon, loosely despercing shots.
Alice finished the hooking up of the boiler. The coal was on light and burning, water was warming. She looked across the room, seeing a spilt radio, she reached for it, taking the brassy microphone. "Cornelius, get us up."
"Will do." Cornelius turned the propellers back on, they began to catch the wind, knocking dust up into the air. The Freeglory lifted off of the ground, leaving the police and the other ship behind.
They were free.
((Forest_Herder, this is your cue.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 5:03 pm
Derek was dimly aware of being carried. He didn't know by who or where. In fact, the thing that really stood out in his head was the throbbing situated somewhere to the left. Opening his eyes, he saw blurs of color, browns and golds. He was being carried by something white. And, there, on his left was a swath of red, like a large warning sign. It meant danger, and he was scared when he lost consciousness completely.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 4:06 pm
Caleb placed the boy onto the medical table. His right hand moved down, a scalpel falling into his ghostly white hands. It found itself into the fresh wound. The blade bit though anything that was possibly in it's way, trying to find the lead piece. It stopped at a material that didn't feel like flesh. The point tried to dig underneath, then began to lever out the object.
The blood covered lead popped out of the wound.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 6:00 pm
He could feel it, moving about the craft that was made his prison, and what an impotent prison it was but he could not leave without it; words he would have with the most irksome wizard. Growing ever agitated Zerath renewed the assault on the door, as if spurred on from an outside source that oh so loved meddling; in the back of his mind Zerath knew who but for the now it mattered not.
Zerath raised up onto his back legs and then trusted his head towards the door sound a readily audible “thunk” as his over sized fangs cleaved their way into the wooden barrier; quite a display of raw power from a feline figure not a half foot tall at the shoulders. After imbedding his jaws into the door Zerath clamped down and proceeded to tear the wooden gateway asunder, till a hole just large enough for a fist to scrap though was formed; Zerath then leapt though the opening and started in a trot towards his own aura, degrading though it was to have to barter for it back. ‘What kind of Harbinger am I anyways? Having to trade for mine own soul when it should be me offering a trifling sum for the lot of theirs! …So degrading…’ Zerath though wrathfully on the matter as he dexterously darted around, or though, anything that dared to bar his path and soon his quarry was brought into his view.
Zerath momentarily slowed as he approached the aged figure as he unleashed a protest filled hiss; meanwhile, the familiar blackened mist materialized thickly around Zerath and crackled with crimson lighting as it rose upwards and expanded. “Dra! Honor less brigand!” Zerath spat with a rasping, mangled and unhallowed voice.
As the mist raised so too did the figure there in; Zerath rapidly rose to his previous height while his for wings again both formed and reached upwards, slowly and weakly. The mist soon began to fade to nothing and again unveiled his form, wings, struggling to hold their raised poster; dark skin, paler then death; a bright red and fiery left eye, a dull gray right eye set to a black background and nearly black rings under both, flame licked, charred and tattered robes; withered flesh, left hand over his stomach, right razing to his head and the banana peel still stuck firm to his hair atop his head.
Zerath swiped the peel off his head and forcibly tossed it to the ground, nearly toppling himself in the process. Awkwardly recovering from the fall, his face drawn into a dementedly twisted grin as his gaze again fixated itself on the wizard’s face as perspiration became ever more noticeable about his face. “What do thou demand, insolent mortal?” then growled the angered devil’s spawn hesitantly as the once dissipating mist started converging to two points over his head.
OoC: yesh, a li’l black devil kitten ran through the ship with a full banana peel draped over his head and hissed at a wizard. Also I figured I had to break up this post a lil and give an opurtunity for interation, trust me, he is about to get exceedingly long winded ^^;
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 4:34 pm
The ship leveled from it's climb, settling as it flew out the trouble they caused behind them.
Searil released the cannon, his hands slick from the firing of the weapon. He looked over to Rufus. "Well?"
"Well what?" Rufus questioned back.
"Well, are we going to be able to return to Alden, much less Neo-London?"
"Truthfully, I ain't sure about anytime soon. 'Ell, were lucky we came 'is far."
"About the hit earlier, do you know why they attempted it?"
"Nah, somethin' about 'em tells me 'at 'ey were rivals at best. But more importantly, we need work." Rufus suddenly changed subjects, not wanting to psychoanalyze like what Searil wanted. "Hopefully tomorrow I can scan the lines to see if anybody needs any services." He began to walk down the stairs to the main lobby. "We have enough cash to at least last one month without work."
Searil gave a slight nod. "I will hope you know what you are planning will be successful."
"'At makes two of us." He continued down the stairs.
Searil adjusted the glasses as they clung to his nose. In no hurry, he walked down the stairs, traversing the lobby to the right wing, entering into his quarters, seating himself at his desk, still cluttered with various objects.
A loud screech shattered though his ears. His eyes scanned though the room, startled. The focused on the very atrociously wounded angel from before.
He would have let the swear escape his mouth if he did not think it would make him look less intelligent.
What he said next threw him completely off base. His mind soon rapidly seeked though itself and found the answer.
He had to have casted the wrong spell. He must have made it into either some sort of controlled slave, or gained the ability to hold its soul against him.
He felt the key seep his mana though his chest where the key was closest to his body.
He was at a standstill, nothing came to mind of a plausible reaction. "It seems that I have done the wrong incantations..." He said to himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:12 am
((Well, my guy's unconscious, but I guess I'll post something...))
Derek moaned without waking as the blade bit into him. Then, louder when it moved, almost a scream the the slug left his body. Then, he was silent and still, his breathing even. Blood oozed out of the still open wound, blood vessels held closed by the bullet releasing their pent-up pressure.
((P.S. I dunno how this post ended up at the top of the page... Must be some kinda glitch... Anywho, here it is.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:17 pm
afandjegudiel ((Well, my guy's unconscious, but I guess I'll post something...)) Derek moaned without waking as the blade bit into him. Then, louder when it moved, almost a scream the the slug left his body. Then, he was silent and still, his breathing even. Blood oozed out of the still open wound, blood vessels held closed by the bullet releasing their pent-up pressure. ((P.S. I dunno how this post ended up at the top of the page... Must be some kinda glitch... Anywho, here it is.))
He stopped, a distorted voice entering though the hood and mask. He left his post, following the sound into Searil's quarters. The familiar shape and appearance of the thing they dealt with earlier seemed to have returned.
A pearl white bottle fell into his hand a faint glow emitted off of it, he griped the cylindrical bottle by the lip and cork.
((My post did the same thing of going to the top of the page, weird.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:52 pm
((Honestly guys, still nothing? I mean, my guy's unconscious, what's your excuse?))
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