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 Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:18 pm
arrow Runway
* Marcus sees the attack comeing and simply moves out the way heading towards the man flinging fireballs as he goes. Also Marcus brings up a wall of fire behind and over the man trying to keep him from smiply running away. As marcus gets near the ground at the mans feet earups with multin lava shooting hundreds of feet into the air.*
Enough this ends now. I'll set the earth and the sky ablaze if I have to but this has to STOP!
*This guy comes out of nowere starts blowing stuff up for no reason and to top it all of he said he was just one of four posible more.... I have to end this now before some one gets hurt. the normal troops can't stand up to this I'm the only one that can stop him. Then I have to see if there are anymore...good god I hope they didn't hit any of the civilan zones...*
*As marcus starts to understand the scope of the situation he starts to burn hotter and hotter the flame ingulfing his intier body going from red to blue to finaly white hot. Not only the air around him but that of the intier island starts to rise in temp*
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 7:41 pm
arrow Runway
Karmine flicks his eyes to the wall over and the incoming artillery. Let's see. He has only a few seconds to think about what to do, and the enemy is closing in fast. Surrounded on all sides isn't a good way to be. His prayer bead shield will keep the damage from the wall minimal, but if he speeds through it, the beads will be full. They only absorb so much elemental energy before they can't absorb anymore..and teleporting mid-air is anticlimactic. He wants this to feel real..and it's been a long time.
Karmine calls on the power of the prayer beads, as well as summoning forth a massive bolt from the now stormy sky. Nigh-immune to his own element, He uses the explosion as the bolt rips where the ground starts to crack to throw him back through the wall and away from the fireballs themselves, as well as the man approaching. The bolt would fall between them, a tactically sound movement..so the damage he suffers is less than it would have been had he moved under his own locomotion. He tumbles up to his feet, and seeing the enemy's heat rising..he knows he has to finish this with his greatest attack. He gestures, and a blue circle forms under his feet..and the clouds open up. The entire sky becomes charged with electricity just as the island is becoming white hot. Both men are giving their do or dies.
When the sky opens, a gigantic dragon shaped from lightning ripples down from above..Karmine's voice echoing across the skies as he uses what might be one of his greatest attack spells..the Staff of Thunder shining in his hand..
"As the harmoniums of Asgard sound, their very melodies stir the ancient lightning to wake!"
The dragon swirls around, and roars..then careens down towards the enemy, and the base itself; this thing measures in at about two hundred meters in size..and when it strikes the ground, should it reach its intended ground zero, it makes an explosion of electricity that will most certainly cause a wide area of damage. Even if his enemy escapes this blast, there will be collateral damage..but that's what area of effect Great Magic is for. Karmine can only smile. Even if it doesn't work, and his body is sacrificed, it was a good battle. When he reforms in the Thunder Crystal after the fact, he will reflect on this and enjoy the memory. His eyes open, and he slashes down with the staff, as the destruction begins.
"Dragon Bolt!"
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 11:28 pm
arrow whats left of rhe runway
*Seeing the man retreat once again Marcus holds true to his word. The sky burst into flam the cloulds are riped apart in what is now a storm of fire. The ground rips open and throws out multin lava. Marcus is burning so hot that it hurts to look at him.*
*Marcus looks to the air now fild with flame and lighting. he sees the dragon comeing and knows he has to do something. He calls the lava to him and around him sending it out and up twored the dragon hitting it well above the ground. As hes doing this he never stops advanceing towords his foe and dosen't let up the attack. Now he has more to draw on. He calls the fire raining down and the lava all around and hurls them in to a fire storm surounding them both. *
WELCOME TO HELL!
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:19 pm
arrow Runway's Remnants
"To intercept Dragon Bolt like that..I'm impressed. Still, hell is so much worse than fire can ever hope to form. I have seen its gates..I have seen the inside of the most damned of souls. Ah, to share in their fate..to be able to truly die. Yet we cannot..in a way, I am thankful. Still, this body has limits and I do not wish to use my unnatural strength..I..would destroy all the innocents here. I used all the power I originally had before I changed into this hellish thing I am now."
He smiles a quiet smile, and shakes his head..the staff disappearing as fire closes in from all directions..and he taps his prayer beads, which cease their glowing.
"You really have given it your full strength huh? I didn't think humans were capable of defending things with this much bravado anymore. As a priest, even one of shadows and chaos, I cannot stand to harm those who have no part in my fight. The others will call me soft again. Oh well, they know my duties. I must concede this one to you..perhaps we will meet again, when the trumpets sound. Upon your evolution to the highest level, I will call on you again. Do not forget the name of Karmine, the black priest of niflheim."
And so said, he just opens his arms, and chuckles quietly..letting the fires wrap around his body. When the smoke clears, nothing is left..there is a mark where he was, and his prayer beads are left. Strange that they'd be left. Were one to look close in the ashes and remnants of asphalt, you know, the heat kinda melts asphalt..>.>...there are some things remaining..
Items Recieved:
Prayer Bead Sash of Containment: Element Fire: Contains fire for release.
Scroll of Spells: Lightning Bolt, Electrical Deluge, Ball Lightning, Haste
Amber Circlet: Absorbs lightning damage to a moderate degree.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:49 pm
arrow remains of the runway
*Marcus stands there blinking at the out come of the fight. not shure what to think. he lets the fire die and the sky go back to normal the magma seap back into the earth.*
Damn you He say to the ashes Whyed you give up I know you were still holding back He bends over to reteave the the itmes laying on the ground and puts the Prayer Beads around his rist and the srolls in his pockets.
*Marcus looks around at the destruction and hangs his head Why? What was the piont of this He looks in the drection of the other islands and knows this isn't over there are still people out there cuasing pain and sufering. Marcus starts to run to one of the other runways hopeing to find something that will still fly and get him to the others*
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:12 pm
*Marcus looked all over for anything that would fly but wasn't haveing any luck. Maybie rianing fire from the sky wasn't such a good idea...Marcus ran to one of the buildings hopeing it feared better and hopeing to find a radio.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:32 pm
Well this is getting me no were fast ...
*Marcus looks up and gets a far off look on is face I wonder He burst into flame once more and starts to heat the air in and around him makeing hoter and hoter till the he stars to rise off the ground Well now I could get used to this he jets off in to the air hedding twords the other islands
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:38 am
arrow Disco Inferno
Hold Damage Control Squad C9 arrived on Island 7 finally, and quickly went to work, chiefly putting out fires and searching for wounded.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 2:38 pm
arrow General Ganale's Refurbished Office, Giltella Air Base
"I see. So you have a record of meritorious service in your naval unit, and requested this transfer to our navy because we're on the cutting edge of research techology developments. And I can't access any records of you or your service unit anywhere because...?"
Across from him, the young Asian-looking woman sat marshalling her thoughts for a moment. Her short brown hair was regulation-length for most military services pre-Wars, and her clothing matched the service whites of the United States Navy pre-Wars, though lacking any service patches or USN insignia. Her uniform did, however, sport Petty Officer Second Class rank. "All the records of my unit were destroyed in the Wars, as was the rest of my unit."
Ganale didn't look impressed. A likely excuse... he mused.
"It is. She's lying. The unit she's claiming to come from never existed." Sohee was intensely concentrating on the young woman sitting before her master, and was slightly amused by the nervous glances the woman kept shooting her. Perhaps she could sense the spirit's psychic probes. "She's good at shielding her thoughts. I can't pry out where she comes from."
An easy smile rested on Ganale's face, though his suspicions were high. Thanks. Keep trying. He cleared his throat. "That's understandable. We lost a hell of a lot in the Wars, after all. That in mind, Seafoam's always had a policy to take in these 'war orphans' as we like to call them. I've approved your transfer request to our Navy, and I've sent the flag admiral a request to set up an Office of Naval Intelligence that we can fold you into at some point in the future."
At the mention of 'ONI,' she flinched. And he caught it. I knew it.
"What?"
I'll tell you later. He gave the woman sitting across from him a game smile. "With that in mind, welcome to Seafoam, Petty Officer Nicole."
She immediately shot to her feet and saluted, though she was unable to contain the smile on her face. "Thank you, sir!"
An exchange of salutes later, she was gone from his office. Ganale leaned back in his chair, pulling an open 8-oz can of Dr. Pepper from under his desk and taking a sip of it. "We seem to attract all kinds, here."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 11:16 pm
arrow Island 7
marcus flew over and landed on the island he looked over the results of the clean up and how much more was needed
Wow didn't think I did this much damage. Boss an't going to like this.
Marcus walks twords whats left of the hanger hopeing to find some of his stuff
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