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 Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 7:33 pm
Mark Looked up towards this New Idiot unleashed upon his session, a shame really, You were enjoying your fight with your Old Enemy.
"You have No Idea as to what your messing with Witch... Now, Witness the Secrets that the Horrorterrors taught me!" He lifted his Hand as the Darkness intensified around it, "Grimmagyyks: Black Miles" The Tentacles shot out in a very misleading Mass, much thicker than the shadows surrounding Mark's Person And they Launched out to Both Neruul and Raevyn. Omnitool be damned Mark wanted to see The Witch dead.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:54 am
Your expression sours as you miss. Well, damn. It seems that it just is not your day. To think that it could have been a clean kill, and perhaps gotten this whole idiot mess over with quickly. Ah, well. As your opponent swerves back, you continue up for all of a second, the upward momentum keeping you going far longer than you'd meant. He's certainly going to take this opportunity to cull you. It was fun while it laste- Oh.
Well, now. That is certainly a welcome shift. If only there weren't so much melodrama, it would be rather pleasant. You land neatly, rising to a crouch.
"Raevyn? You really need to start aiming for the head, you know.
Pricking those tendrils will not do more than annoy them."
Now that it was two-on-one, perhaps there was a chance of. Of. Damn thrice. Fool could not even name his attacks properly. Black Miles? No, that did not sound right at all; no ring to it. Black Inches sounded like a fine name for a whip, though...
...Misnamed or not, those are coming far to quickly for comfort. You don't really think about it: you just tackle your fellow blueblood out of the way. Sadly, you've knocked her off the board, but sacrifices must be made. On that note, neither do you bother to be gentle as you haul her to her feet.
"Move!"
You're dashing around now, trying to find an angle of approach...
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HAHA, YES. WHO'S AWESOME? YOU'RE AWESOME! NOTHIN' CAN STOP YOU NOW! ...Except maybe that. s**t. You've gotta catch him. Unknowingly, you emulate Termin's move, leaping into a position to catch the silly guy.
"Oof!"
...Alright, Zack needs to scale back on the junk food. New-minted rainbowdrinker or not, physics is physics, and leverage is leverage.
"Hey, you alive?!
He's woozy, but that's wearin' off.
I ain't got too many useless items to waste like that.
Ideas?"
You set the human back down as you're talking, hoping that he gets his breath back. Getting clocked by a subjuggalator's no joke, especially in the chest. If this clown ain't one, he's in training.
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BhelliomBlue-Rose Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:14 pm
The air is knocked out of her as neruul tackles her off the rocket board and onto the ground below, the male's miles or tentacles attack going through the area she was standing three seconds later. Her board zooms off into the distance. Listening to Neruul order, she gets to her feet and starts sprinting quickly, following neruul her weapons in hand. Keeping her eye on the enemy, she uses her telekinetic powers to direct her three sais at the males physical body, trying to hit vital body parts. She direct 2 sais at his chest and another at his head the weapons glowing blue from her powers. (fyi, each sai is about the size of a forearm so about a foot big)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:15 pm
Darkness... the suffocating black... and his angel... No. Wake up. Don't fall into this artsy crap... Help the others. but first off... Get up. Maybe even more important, Breath. It was a no go on both of them. It was as though Zack was Locked between a breath as he looked down at his leg, he noticed the blood lining his pantleg... Crap. No chance at help now... Zack's leg was Broken.
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"DIE!" Mark had Neruul now. Termin is getting fatigued by his constant dodging... no he would just keep finding away to dodge and by then he would start to deduce his moves... with his tentacles taking the hits from the sai he launched his tentacles to Raevyn .... Let's see how well Termin takes to his Title...
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The Assassin of Chaos Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 2:48 pm
(MY CHARACTERS ARE DOING THEIR THING, I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT SHAEDE IS COMING TO KICK a** SOON)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 4:30 pm
(FYI if its not clear, my oc has her own two sais in her hand is using 3 others to attack with her telekinesis controlling them so five in total.)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 7:57 pm
John, as the guy stuck and probably the reason for everyone's deaths, awoke in a new area... and still tied up. Great. He looks around his surroundings and it seems like he's in some kind of underground room with compacted dirt as the walls. "Well.. this is nice..."He said. John nudged and nudged, hoping they could break. He hears some eruptions from the top of his cell-like room. Dirt from the ceiling and walls shook and dust shot out like air cannons. He begins to cough, looking up at, what seems to be, the candle-lit lantern over his head. He begin to think of an Idea that could help him break free from the bonds of the rope.
He begin to think of his aspect, space, and begin to say them out loud. " Hey Space... how are you doing? Are you doing good? Good..." John started to feel that this was foolish and utterly stupid, but he continued and hoped he could get a response. "Hey... um... Could you like, I don't know if you could and all that, but, would you perhaps be able to help out someone... I don't know, but his name is John Wholock and right now he's tied up by a murderous psycho that harmed him and his best friend's family..." This felt stupid for him.
Can this even work? I don't even know what I am doing... He looked down a bit. I don't even know if I'm helping or destroying.. I feel like I've let down my friends and my sister for being so stupid, so irresponsible, and so glued from my past... Why can't I just let it go. Why can't I ever find hope in things I believe that could be? It always seems to be more of a doomed failure than a hopeful dream... I'm just someone you want to be away from because I caused a lot of deaths and a lot of hopeless fights.. Space... Why did you ever choose me than from anyone else? He began to look down and cry. He looked up and yelled at the top of his lungs.
"WHY AM I THE DEATH OF THOSE I LOVE AND CARE ABOUT? WHY AM I ALIVE?..." A tear drop falls of his cheek and to the ground. "...Why am I even here..." As he said that, he heard a bow pulled back and shot at the metallic chain that held the lantern. The lantern fell and broke open with a bright flame. The flames went on over the rope and started to burn away. John was able to get his hands free before the rope could burn him. As he flexed his arms for a stretch, he saw a arrow stuck on the wall with paper wrapped around it. He got up and grabbed the arrow. He then pulled off the paper and opened it, saying;
John,
Don't you ever say that stuff again. That is what I'm disappointed about. I am even surprised you said that. A Wholock should always stay hopeful than to stay hopeless.
Remember that quote mom would say to us, "A Bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a Song." Keep that in mind, and always remember...
We're all stories in the end. So make it a good one, eh?
From that someone...
-L.W.
You grasp that note with all of your might and love for how wise your sister can be. He begins to fold up the note and put it in his pocket. He looked at the arrow, and sure enough it was his sister's because it had a mockingjay carved into it.
He looks around the room and thinks, I wonder how I will get out of here.... John begins to lean on one of the walls and collapses on the new pair of dirt stairs that has build itself up to ground level. "Well.. that's convenient." He said. He looked around the room one more time, now noticing there's a chest that has all of his stuff. He opens the chest and begins to put his things in his inventory. You, then, turn towards the stairs and start to run up all the way to ground level. He notices there's a big group fight that's going on.
John, as looking determined as ever, bolts over to the fighting field as fast as he can with his scratched up and warned out Lance.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 1:11 am
Now that you are mobile once more, you find that it's easier to dodge the strikes of your opponent. He has a pattern going; you are just finding the edges of it. Your musing takes a distinctly sour note as you sidestep and eviscerate a moving tendril in a single motion. Now if only you could stumble upon a metaphorical corner...
Joy. No time for that now. This caricature of a person knows exactly how to push your emotional stimuli. At least, that is what you would be thinking if seeing someone directly in harm's way hadn't shut down your main thought processes. Normally, you'd berate yourself for a mentally deficient move like that. Of course, you will need to hope that you remain alive to do that later.
"0h."
Given that you now have several tentacles of pure grimdarkness shoved through your arm and upper torso, that is looking less and less likely. At least they are stuck in now. He can only generate so many at a time, and your caste has some alarmingly dense musculature.
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Oh, ********. This guy's out of commission for a bit. You're gonna need to either get him out of here, or you're staying between him and the clown. The first's not lookin' too good a situation. You want to snort in disgust, but you can feel the hiss building up behind your teeth. You ain't known this dude long, but you do not just stand by and let highbloods cull as they like!
Well, not when you're involved in the first place. You're not friggin' suicidal, after all. But this is different! Kinda. ...Alright, alright, this is one of the dumbest things you have ever done, bar one or two. Trying to take apart a motorderer's vehicle while he was out was dumber, but not by much. The things you do for people, you swear.
The heavy pile-driver lifts into position, ready to strike and punch through his stupid painted face. If he gets close enough, you'll clock him senseless... for a moment. That might just be long enough to land a cull shot or half-dozen. The hiss is full-going now. If you were less focused, you might notice your impaled neighbor...
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BhelliomBlue-Rose Vice Captain
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The Assassin of Chaos Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 2:57 pm
John reloaded quickly, then grimaced. Wholock was out and about. Moron.
'Please game logic, don't kill me yet!' he muttered, jumped off the building and fired right at his building.
Needless to say, the explosive launched him far enough to just barely get over... and yes, it hurt like hell. He didn't even know how he was still breathing, let alone moving.
Of course, Jay and Joenst noticed him as well, causing Jay to grab the chain of the chain-saw and throw Joenst over to the side of the building Jay was at prior. Certainly a surprise for Joenst, especially when the human he was fighting suddenly charged at him faster than possible...
A yellow troll suddenly slammed down between Gamzee and Sareni, and slowly rose as coolly as possible. Of course, that was the intention.
' the ******** is some guy called mark who caused this s**t to happen?' he asked. the question seeming to be pointed at both of them.
(Surprise present for you, Bhell. =D)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 8:35 am
As she is bobbing and weaving avoiding the tentacles & slashing at any that get to close, Raevyn spots neruul being impaled. "s**t! Neruul I'm coming!" Raevyn sprints quickly in his direction, her speed a blur but those pesky tentacles continue to block her progress. Summoning her three sais to her side telekinetically she shouts "don't move termin!" and uses the force and speed of her weapons floating to generate a harsher and deeper cut to slash at the ones pining him, intent on severing them at least.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 2:03 pm
Mark could see the Sai cutting some of the tentacles that impaled Neruul but it was of no consequence since they could be easily replaced and The Miles took hold of The Witch's floating forks and walked toward Neruul. A wicked curl formed at the edge of Mark's lips as he looked upon the bleeding Troll. Breaking into a smile and his target assured, he swung The Hellterror Hook into Neruul's chest, just below his rib cage. "Well who would have thought you would die a death befitting your title...?" Smoke was rising from the wound and a slow hiss came to the witnesses of this morbid scene. "It doesn't matter, in any case you will not be making any respawn if I can help it... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" using all the effort he could put into his next action, Mark turned away and raised the hook through the ribcage and exiting near the throat, the trail of the wound already cauterized and a wave of indigo splashing all over Mark's Coat. Justice was at long long last dealt.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 11:37 am
We await thy respone, friend.
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The Assassin of Chaos Captain
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BhelliomBlue-Rose Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 2:45 am
(Sorry. Didn't feel that there was much else to say from this perspective.)
You try to speak, to articulate something, but having damaged lungs and vocal chords tends to impede any sort of oratory. You settle for gripping your foe's arm, pulling your gaze directly in line with his. You see so much there, things you've felt yourself and things you can't be bothered to imagine. Not like you have much chance to. You use what little strength you have left not to crush his limb, or to cut his throat, but channel it into your facial muscles.
You smile, your expression unmistakably one of gratitude. He's just taken your burden away, and it feels... Well, it hurts like you wouldn't believe, but emotionally, you feel fresh.
You die with a smile on your lips and in your heart.
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You are so completely unprepared for this steaming pile of hoofbeastshit that you barely have words. Since there's someone between you and the clown, your gaze flicks around, looking for Mark...
And there ******** is dead. If he's alive then you don't wanna be him. Holy s**t, he's dead. You vaguely hear someone roaring, and everything's moving way too fast around you. Oh. You guess that you're the one making that awful ripping scream. If that's true, then you'd have to guess that you're the one zipping between tentacles, priming your weapons to rip this WORTHLESS MAGGOTSACK apart. You don't bother stopping as your Pilescrewdriver fires, hitting the head of your battle-wrench. It's moving faster and harder than ever you could swing it. You hope you take his stupid head off.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 3:36 pm
John noticed other John and could've sighed. 'Stay back, dude,' he gasped out, wincing at his own voice. OK, bad idea. Bad ******** idea.
Nobody could see either Jay or Joenst. Seemed like they were fighting underneath for a while.
'... So I guess Mark is that guy? Alright. I guess I'll just fight the ******** juggalo,' Shaede decided aloud, pointing the sword at Gamzee. 'Don't wanna get in the way of a pissed-off girlfriend. Well... ex-GF, in any case. I'd prefer the juggalos any day.'
He immediately moved, somehow not even using his feet that much except to support him. Clearly this yellow-blood was proficient in his power enough to move himself, somehow.
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The Assassin of Chaos Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 5:25 pm
Light Came Back... Not Blindingly but in a Surreal Manner... How could You Wake up and see your friend Be torn apart like that? How Could This Douche with the Schnazzy Purple vest show the f*ck outta nowhere...? How Could Sareni... Sareni? Nah... This is a nightmare... Sareni Couldn't just be cut down like that... That Horrid smell must still be Neruul's wound... She cant Die... Vest Dude Hasnt Gotten his face caved in... Other Chick troll isnt a Puppet Show straight outta hell.... Xerator Most Definitely couldn't have been beaten to death by a Clown when he had Those B*tchin Revolvers... and John... John Wouldnt just Walk away with these....
"Monsters..."
It was Coming back... The Sense of Touch... In a slow motion almost like filling a balloon...
" Monsters....!"
These People.... The Majority of them Were Family To you. Nobody F*cks with your Family.... Not A Single Person. Not to Your Brothers. Not to someone so Passionate about Life No Matter how hard he tried to Hide It... And Especially Not The Angel That Awoke you on another Planet.
" MONSTERS!!!"
Suddenly You Started to Levitate, You Begin to see Past, Present, and Future in all possible realities, You feel the Sensation of all these realities Your Life Colliding with everything you were going through Now in all the Now's.
You could tell that the You's That never reached this State Detected Your Melding into the Time Stream itself, to some they grabbed a taste of it and moved on with the knowledge in hand, To Others they shrugged and walked away blissfully unaware of Your hardship, but it also caused a Majority of Your own Deaths.... Such is the Way of Time.
Backward Time flew as you started seeing atrocities occurring Backward. This Sensation however is Slipping... as the flow starts to slowdown you find yourself awake and fully aware of what happened and get up, busted Leg or No.
Standing in a very Painful state you kick on your jets to Stop Sareni's Rampage... No... Hopefully even more important than that, Prevent All the Bad things You can. You Need to Master that state. But what good is it if you cant take a Baby step and Start Being the Protector You want to be...?
Fly, Underson... Be The Hero, Kick This Pricks a**! And WIN THI--
In The midst of all this Self Motivation you realize your battered Body can Now successfully put a check in "Pierced Arm" on the injury list... maybe add a star for the cauterized wound... God this Page of Time deal Blows...
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