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 Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 7:34 pm
The blast from Lucid sent the mimics back several feet, the first ten took most of the damage (-1 save) but the ones behind them were guarded from damage. (-1/2 save).
They pulled themselves up, the greyish skin was burnt off in several places, with blisters that oozed with clear and foamy liquid. The shock and anger was evident in their stance as they rushed towards the remaining two. They tackled with a vengeance.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 11:57 am
Alloran cursed the fool, throwing up his arms before him and Anc, pushing the heat away from them. When the blast subsided, Alloran's arms flopped down to his sides, worn out from the effort of holding the fire off of them both.
MP:1
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:15 pm
((So ED um you gonna continue with the mimic and Seth going to see the boss?))
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 11:10 pm
T00L ((So ED um you gonna continue with the mimic and Seth going to see the boss?)) ((yeah, you'll just have to kick me a few times till I remember to post.)) The mimic guiding Seth took him to a tall domed building. He typed a number into a panel by the door and then guided Seth inside. "You will not see him, but you will still hear him." The door closed behind them and locked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 11:27 pm
Abbadon watched the scene below him and with a soft chuckle turned to leave. He would let the twenty younglings below him deal with the intruders. His thoughts drifted slowly to the Titan that had led them, and he felt an inner scoff. The creature was weak. A handful of younglings could destroy a few trifles that would've destroyed him. Abbadon saw no reason why the first even grouped with the Titan, why the first even did anything anymore. If things kept as they were, his kind would become weak, just like the oneminded creatures.
The first wanted to unify everyone, but some should not be unified at all, the bad and weak should be thrown out, destroyed, before they ruin the rest.
Abbadon's decision was set. He decided to make a small rebellion and go off on his own for a brief time. He wanted to find the girl that had piqued his interest in the beginning.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 11:28 pm
Anc grunted as the Mimics charged in, thier charge being quickly halted by a barrier of hardened air as Anc held his good arm up.
"SLATE! SOME HELP WOULD BE NICE!"
((MP: 10 SP: 4 TP: 3 SV: .5 ))
((Freaking amazing... His a**-kicking from the Titan was done entirely without powers...))
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 9:38 am
"I'm trying as much!" Slate yelled to Anc, leaping into the air, onto a group of the front-most mimics, his blade slashing down on them.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 3:06 pm
Slate Farren "I'm trying as much!" Slate yelled to Anc, leaping into the air, onto a group of the front-most mimics, his blade slashing down on them. Anc brought back his hand, the air within his palm growing slightly distorted as it began to be compressed, turning a slightly grey-green color, and roughly spherical. "Alloran, can you lend me a spark?" He asked, hurling the super-dense air into the throng of Mimics, "If yeh can, SPARK THAT!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 10:33 am
Alloran nodded, raising a hand weakly.
"Got yeh, Titan."
Since my attempts to write how the orb blew up all fancy-like failed, because I am spent on writing stuff today, I'm just gonna say:
Da orb blew up in da middle o da moss-dawgs.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 8:20 pm
And since I'm too lazy to log on as Anc:
He smiled as the orb exploded, and fell to his knees, hoping that'd be it for now, and Slate could get them out.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:56 pm
Slate grunted as the fire hit him. He grimaced, lucky that he was on the outskirts of the explosion as he hacked at one of the injured bad-guys.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 9:03 pm
The mimics that had not been roasted through began to panic and run. Still being young ones they fled from their opponents, to regroup, giving the small set of supers time to escape, or time to prepare for their demise.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:13 pm
Anc hobbled off, grunting.
As Abbadon set off to leave, two large red-skinned beings stepped before him, thier scythes crossing to block his way.
"The master wants to see you, Abbadon." They both spoke at once, thier voices deep and gravely. They wore oiled leather armor, dyed a jet black. Thier heads were topped with curling goat's horns and a mane of combed greasy black hair, and thier skin was a deep blood red. THier eyes glowing orbs of light staring mavolently at Abbadon.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 11:17 pm
Xeen Soldevi Anc hobbled off, grunting. As Abbadon set off to leave, two large red-skinned beings stepped before him, thier scythes crossing to block his way. "The master wants to see you, Abbadon." They both spoke at once, thier voices deep and gravely. They wore oiled leather armor, dyed a jet black. Thier heads were topped with curling goat's horns and a mane of combed greasy black hair, and thier skin was a deep blood red. THier eyes glowing orbs of light staring mavolently at Abbadon. He stopped in his tracks, with a soft smirk. He grabbed the handles of the scythes, one in each hand, and crumbled them into dust. "Inferior beings." But he stepped back with a light nod, "I will see him, but of my own volition. Where has the coward hidden himself?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 1:36 pm
Eulalia_Danae Xeen Soldevi Anc hobbled off, grunting. As Abbadon set off to leave, two large red-skinned beings stepped before him, thier scythes crossing to block his way. "The master wants to see you, Abbadon." They both spoke at once, thier voices deep and gravely. They wore oiled leather armor, dyed a jet black. Thier heads were topped with curling goat's horns and a mane of combed greasy black hair, and thier skin was a deep blood red. THier eyes glowing orbs of light staring mavolently at Abbadon. He stopped in his tracks, with a soft smirk. He grabbed the handles of the scythes, one in each hand, and crumbled them into dust. "Inferior beings." But he stepped back with a light nod, "I will see him, but of my own volition. Where has the coward hidden himself?" The beasts stood stock still, not even flinching as thier schythes dissolved. "Within this camp. He has called our kind through. Come with us." They spoke in unision, turning on a heel, and walking off, both in step with each other.
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