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 Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 5:55 pm
((I appologize for the delay KB, I was sorting through stuff and only just noticed the piece of a post directed at me.))
Only one Tacitus remained, the other three absent as the original collapsed to the floor. He was breathing hard and seemed to be in a state similar to that one would expect after having run for quite some distance. When Eru made his attack against Draeken it had a negative effect on the Temporal Overseer of Genesis. Eru's increase in speed for a short moment had triggered a similar effect in Tacitus. Having not expected it Tacitus was thrown into chaos by the imbalance, his grip on his Eidolons lost and his own form temporarily fatigued. In short, he wasn't going to be getting inside the mansion, and surely wasn't going to be finding that kid, in all likeliness.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 7:49 pm
Aria choked on the body, and a cough wracked her small, pained form. Her eyes rested on Aethi, tears leaking from them.
"H-He's dying Aethi....My f-father is dying...I c-can't stop it...." It seemed she hadn't really picked up on what Aethi was saying to her yet. She had lost both of her parents twice but this time she wasn't sure if she could get her father back. "D-daddy...Please..." She said softly, her voice dropping out on her.
Phia looked back to Truinthil. She was desperate.
"Please! Anything! I'll do it!....Isn't there anyway to transfer it! To stop wha' is 'appening to 'im an' to place on ....me? I will die in his stead! I will! There 'as to be a way!" She looked back to Draeken, wrapping her arms around him. Holding his deteriorating form to her body, his head was resting on her chest, she kissed the crown of his hair, tears falling into the silvery strand. "Draeken!" She sobbed, hysterically. She couldn't understand why they couldn't just be left alone. What had they ever done that they hadn't already paid for with their lives? She just wanted to live her life with her husband and their children. "Draeken...Love, Please don't leave me...not yet.... Please...I love ye too much."
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 2:52 am
Xol The beauty of the weapons he used is that they were very unconventional. When the bubble of compressed air exploded, they indeed caused the path of the blades to veer to the side, however the blades would simply stop in air and continue down on their previous path. Focht had caused just enough of a pause for him to escape as the blades impacted with the ground right after he stepped through the portal.
Xol let out a huff of air as the sonic wave was cut down by Basaran before it could reach Focht and Sai. "Really now? Well, I'm sure I can find a way to make a few little play things out of your spare parts now couldn't I?" He scoffed. Unfortunately for Basaran, the blades were shooting back to their master and flying right towards his sternum. This would be evident to him soon enough as the white hot, liquid metal 'chains' became taunt and zipped past his midsection.
His eyes shifted briefly to lock with Sairys' as she to passed through the portal. "Hmph... what a waste of talent. If only..." Basaran snorts as he drops to the ground and scuttles backwards under the blades, and then up the remaining wall in the time it took Xol's weapons to return to him. "Oh please, your pathetic little mass of grey matter substitute couldn't comprehend building an original structure of logs and nails let alone basic machinery. Do keep with your mindless assault on anything that irritates you and base rutting with everything else, that is all you're good at isn't it?" Crouched like a spider on the wall, Bas flips his arm forwards and fires a machine-gun hail of needles at the general area Xol was occupying. Each pure carbon length was two inches in length and a quarter of an inch in diameter, sharpened down to a single molecule point. "And you don't need to worry about a waste of talent on the female flesh-heap's part. She's already inside the Cradle, and he will be happy to take quite good care of her."
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 7:58 am
Cole Eastcott Basaran snorts as he drops to the ground and scuttles backwards under the blades, and then up the remaining wall in the time it took Xol's weapons to return to him."Oh please, your pathetic little mass of grey matter substitute couldn't comprehend building an original structure of logs and nails let alone basic machinery. Do keep with your mindless assault on anything that irritates you and base rutting with everything else, that is all you're good at isn't it?" Crouched like a spider on the wall, Bas flips his arm forwards and fires a machine-gun hail of needles at the general area Xol was occupying. Each pure carbon length was two inches in length and a quarter of an inch in diameter, sharpened down to a single molecule point. "And you don't need to worry about a waste of talent on the female flesh-heap's part. She's already inside the Cradle, and he will be happy to take quite good care of her." Xol || That is an impossibility. Focht and Sai were outside the Mansion. I busted through another wall to get to them as obviously I could have just walked out since the main entrance in trashed. So, I was off to their side and to destroy the sonic wave Basaran would have had to intersect it and be between Focht/Sai and I. Therefore he would have been outside. No walls. mrgreen ||
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 10:36 am
The child had served his purpose in keeping the time-bender busy, D falling to the hands of his conspirators. Jezebel in like had served well in keeping things at least a bit chaotic, thus tossing Focht and Sai into KB's clutches. Xol was an unfactored piece of the puzzle that for once, slid into place quite nicely. KB would have to make a point of inviting Xol, though of course seating him far from Focht, perhaps next to Kuro?
In any case the KB-Bot atop the roof seemed only minorly aware of the boy below. The boy below felt the same about the creation above, and so they shared no real exchange of tactics. Rather, the boy simply nursed his wound from the 'relative' safety of the mansion's interior, even as Xol and friends broke it apart. The bot on the other hand was well aware of Jezebel's frustrations, and so beneatht he fleshy surface numerous small plates buckled, the unit leaping in a backwards flip towards the fallen Tacitus.
With any luck it would land in a kneeled position to the right side of the man, the spear firmly grasped with the tip lodged deep in Tacitus' belly. Still held with one hand of course, not that it made much of a difference in the long run. The entire action would send the tanned claok furling about, the spectacles gleaming softly with their dull golden rims as the reddened eyes turned to look upon the man.
Still buckling, the gravity-alteration effects of the bot, it's key function, would attempt to draw Tacitus both closer to the spear and the ground. It was essentially an effort to keep him stuck in place, weighting his attempts to move whilst also drawing together a gravity-well around him that'd draw not only air particles, but those of the dirt to those of his clothing and body. Essentially trying to draw the air from out around him and focus it, making it as though trying to move through rock or running through water.
Not that any of this was meant to kill, but rather to keep him from time-hopping long enough for the bot to mutter the words: "You're invited, hope to see you there."
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 7:38 pm
Truinthil shook his head. "There is no transfering it, silly woman. His soul, as well as his body, is deteriorating. In perhaps another minute there will be nothing left of him what so ever. Nothing but the memories inside your head." Grinning gleefully, the clone seemed pleased about what he was saying.
"You're despicible, but since there are greater issues at hand right now I'll keep my peace towards you, Clone." Truinthil said harshly, looking apologetically at Phia. "I'm terribly sorry for all this...I should have been more attentive to what this abomination of mine was doing."
The clone, in seeing his attack at first succeed let out an elated cry, before pausing and grimacing at the newly arrived Erudemesa. "How did I know you would do that, you sneaky little b*****d?" Grimacing, he pulled the bone spike from the now dead Eru's body, back through the shadows and into his body. There was a loud churning and crunching sound from within him then, the skin around his temples pulsating, twitching, then becoming still once more.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 7:45 pm
*Sundel thought for a moment, giving Erudemasa a death glare. She no longer trusted him. This portal could very well lead her to somewhere she could not return from. However, Draeken's soul was on the line, and for this, she was willing to risk it*
Have it your way, traitor....
*And with that, she would walk over and sink through the portal and on to the other side*
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 7:50 pm
Once his mind was linked somewhat with Erudemesa's, he attempted to seize it and crush it in the hopes of killing the man. Unfortunately this happened right as Truinthil's attack stuck home. Then the second Eru appeared, and Draeken cursed loudly, if you could call a mentaly heard curse loud. It was at least broadcast almost painfully through everyones mind. "I refuse to have my conciousness stripped away and sent to the afterlife as an empty shell! You hear me Erudemesa?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 10:04 pm
Cole Eastcott Basaran snorts as he drops to the ground on one leg and rolls backwards, then hops up to balance Harlequin-esque on the same leg. The opposite was crossed across his waist. "Oh please, your pathetic little mass of grey matter substitute couldn't comprehend building an original structure of logs and nails let alone basic machinery. Do keep with your mindless assault on anything that irritates you and base rutting with everything else, that is all you're good at isn't it?" Balanced precariously, Bas flips his arm forwards and fires a machine-gun hail of needles at the general area Xol was occupying. Each pure carbon length was two inches in length and a quarter of an inch in diameter, sharpened down to a single molecule point. "And you don't need to worry about a waste of talent on the female flesh-heap's part. She's already inside the Cradle, and he will be happy to take quite good care of her." Edited and reposted, sorry about that Xol. Not much of a difference but there we go.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 11:37 pm
When the spear struck Tac's armored abdomen a flurry of dust was kicked up that hung in the air. His eyes shot open and his body went rigid as he felt the pain of the spear's tip entering his gut. He had expected his armor to hold off nearly any assault, but perhaps with the unexpected adjustment the armor had suffered as well. Instead of blood around the wound a thick green fluid with orange sparks began to flow forth, apparently some derivative of his blood on contact with air, or something similar. He only barely heard the words, but he knew them by other means than his own hearing. His eyes seemed to focus on the construct as he struggled to speak, "What?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 11:45 pm
Ignoring the question, the other hand moved into play upon the spear for the first time. A titanic thrust against the haft was made, contact assuring force as the plates beneath the garb once more buckled to life, churning out their energies. Since the speartip hadn't made it's way out the back of the target, it was safe to assume the resistance against the bot's thrust wouldn't be hindered by the dirt.
Much moreso as gravity and friction once more shifted in unison. The earth would no longer maintain it's hold, nor would the air press downwards. Instead the boy tried to position the air and flesh and blood upon the spear's tip, to make it hold firmly in him. In response gravity would lose it's hold on his body, all many of friction being torn away fromt he air and earth as it pocketed about him. With pure unbridled inertia coupled in turn by a well-positioned grip, the aim was to fling Tacitus up and away.
For, if he was lifted in that steady swooping arc, he would be freed of the speartip with a lovely 'Pop' and a slight wave from the bot. No harm no foul? obviously the automaton thought not.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 4:24 pm
The pain being experienced by Tacitus was limited, the largest portions of it sliding off his senses and siphoned away by his symbiotic companions. With the swift motions of the automoton he was tossed into the air and away from the spear, the 'pop' less apparent than it otherwise should have been. No traces of blood would remain on the bladed tip of the spear, only a jade fluid which was quickly evaporating and leaving behind dust. Where Tacitus would land was up to a bit of speculation, but now that he no longer had a spear cutting into him he at least felt a little better.
But just a little bit.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 4:38 pm
Free of the man the bot took a stance on a knee, his right arm reaching up over his shoulder. In doing so the speartip stuck into the ground behind him, and he held his position. It might've looked like he was reaching back to draw a sheathed blade, but one could clearly see he still held the spear. Whatever the case the KB-esque bot turned it's attention to the Mansion, just a little bit curious.
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Jezebel at this point was of course angrily retreating, pulling to the skies towards the nearby Grave. With her flight methods limited to one enviroment or the other at a time, she was only able to drop from orbit on her own, not make the ascent. So it was that she left to latch onto the shuttle that'd drag her skyward and out of their misery.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 2:49 am
A rough landing kicked up a cloud of dust which had nothing to do with the ground upon which he know lay. He would remain still for but only a moment before pushing up off the ground with less effort than he would have needed but seconds ago. From under his clothes the armor could be seen as scoured away around the wound which still bled a green fluid of a rather high viscosity. There did not appear to be a puncture wound at all, rather an area where the armor was simply missing by means of deterioration. As he began to move back towards the mansion -or what was left, anyhow- he could feel the metal tubed running him through as they attempted to lock any damaged tissues in place. The fluidic metal would then cover where the wound was in two layers for greater protection until he could have it attended to in Genesis.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:11 am
With little reason to further pursue Tacitus, the bot would maintain, casually glancing in the direction of Basaran and Xol. The latter of course was still yet to receive an invitation to the Gala, a most upsetting detail to be rectified in the near future. Hopefully the bot would have a chance to explain in more detail after the fighting had subsided.
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