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| What Lies Beneath Eternity; Storyteller, Oda, Elly, and myself | |
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| RabidChoco | Dec 17 2009, 09:09 PM Post #16 |
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(OOC: Can we please not have this die? Either of you, post please.) |
| Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk. | |
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| Elly | Dec 18 2009, 04:52 PM Post #17 |
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"And so all pieces are in position..." Limbs thought with a slight smirk on his facial features as he crept silently towards the church, tailing the group. "Time to give boss a call..." He mused as he switched on the communicator. "No, they don't seem to be leaving for awhile... you're bringing the others, too? Surely we should let Flux re-" He spoke to the comm with a low voice and was soon reprimanded through the piece of technology by his "boss". "I apologize... for questioning your orders." He mumbled a slight apology. He heard a small crackle-like sound through the comm, before it was echoed by a sound similiar behind him. A black line had appeared to the air and soon opened in a fashion reminiscient of a mouth, revealing to be an interdimensional gateway of some sort. The man from the bar, now named "Flux" stepped out first, holding a peculiar weapon made of a long chain and a pair of spinning scythe blades. But not just one of them, there were four of them. He seemed miraclously healed since he was last seen. He was followed by a youth with platinium blonde hair, dressed like an aristocrat of old Victorian age and head held high. There was an expensive looking, ebony black ring with a large ruby on it governing his right index finger. Then, it got weird. The third person was tall, we're talking nearly seven feet tall here. He wore a similiar combat suit as Flux did, even though re-modeled for his odd body shape. He had multiple joints in all his limbs and his legs were bent so he'd appear shorter. In reality, he must have been nearly eight feet in height. And finally, the last one to come through. Dressed in flamboyant, yet lordly, white robes and sporting a mane of crimson. The clothing he wore did nothing to hide his abdomen or lower back, nor his shoulders or biceps. Tribal tattoos covered his entire being and his eyes shined like pieces of gold. "I have come for you, planeswalker. The times of war have caught up with you~" The redhair sang and let out a small giggle as he grinned ferally, his eyes on the church. Edited by Elly, Dec 18 2009, 04:53 PM.
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| RabidChoco | Dec 20 2009, 12:14 PM Post #18 |
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Oh dear, Neil thought, broadcasting to Nick and Austin. Nick was right, we were being followed, be ready for when they reach you. I will notify them that whatever they're after, we are not giving it to them. Neil then set up for a hurricane-force wind spell, for whomever came through the door first. A few miles off, in a flash of light similar to a camera's, Taylor and his sudden posse appeared. He took a breath, then regretted doing so. "Damn. This place reeks." |
| Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk. | |
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| Elly | Dec 21 2009, 02:40 PM Post #19 |
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"A spell trap... Clever, aren't they? You were right, his allies also seem formidable, as I do not recall him specializing in air elemental magic. There's someone at the door, waiting for us and ready to spring a powerful force of wind at us..." the flamboyant redhead spoke to his companions. He then turned to Limbs. "Arthur... if you may proceed, I believe you know how to wonderfully counter this little welcome they've set up for us." The man now identified by his true name, "Arthur", stepped up and strode past the redhead to the doors and without hesitation, opened them. Meanwhile, his companions had moved aside, away from the doors. Edited by Elly, Dec 23 2009, 09:36 AM.
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| RabidChoco | Dec 24 2009, 06:51 PM Post #20 |
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The windows of the chapel, all intricate stained glass, were blown out by the pent-up gale. The place looked like a tornado had torn through it, which wasn't too far from the truth, and the advancing portion of the gale would burst out the door as Limbs opened it. Neil stared at the figure in the doorway, and assuming that he and his compatriots were after the same thing as he, stepped from behind the pulpit, a crackling orb, the size of a United States dime, of swirling energy in his hand. "Come no further, stranger, the secret of this plane is mine," he said. Taylor saw the chapel's windows blow out. "Either he's ticked or he's run into a competitor," he said, starting down the hill towards the chapel. "Stay close, this is gonna get ugly." |
| Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk. | |
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| Elly | Dec 29 2009, 01:34 PM Post #21 |
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After the gale had passed, Arthur could be seen at the demolished church's doorstep. But he had changed. Gone was the garb and his body revealed. His torso, arms and neck were all covered in skin-hugging armour made of mnetal that looked like copper. The reason for his nickname, "Limbs", was also revealed. Below the normal set of human arms, rested a second pair and on his upper back, a third. All had their fingers dug deep into the soil, as was the long tail that was connected to his lower back. Arthur chuckled as he stood up, pulling his fingers and foot long, slim, scythe-like claws out from the ground, along with the tail. The tail's tip was a stringer, a barbed one. The scythe-blades then retracted back into Arthur's arms. "Where are your companions?" Arthur inquired, a cruel look in his eyes, his tail wishing erraticly behind him. Arthur's comrades had disappeared aswell. "Come..." Arthur gestured at Neil and grinned. |
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| RabidChoco | Jan 1 2010, 11:17 AM Post #22 |
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Arthur had made one potentially fatal mistake concerning Neil, making eye contact. Neil's eyes flashed blue as his voice echoed in Limbs' mind. Just because I lack skill in elemental evocation doesn't mean I'm defenseless. You've unwittingly put your life in my hands. Now... who sent you, and what are you after? Answer swiftly, or I'll not leave your mind intact. If Arthur tried to move, he'd find himself unable to, Neil's subtle mind magic shutting down the nerves in his spine. |
| Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk. | |
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| Elly | Jan 1 2010, 11:37 AM Post #23 |
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"We are after a certain planeswalker, or rather... my leader is after him, for reasons I do not care to know. As for who sent me, the answer to your question lies right behind you." Arthur spoke to Neil inside his mind. And he spoke the truth, the redhair stood right behind Neil, inspecting the remains of the church, seemingly uncaring of the events happening around him. "Tell me, planeswalker. Where is Taylor Hiss?" The redhair finally spoke, turning to Neil and rose his hand towards the man, his fingertip glowing angry red. Arthur's eyes would have widened if they could. "Boss! Stop, you might kill everyone of us in the area!" The multiple-limbed man thought in a state of panic and shock. |
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| RabidChoco | Jan 1 2010, 06:19 PM Post #24 |
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Neil whirled around, pissed off. "What? You attack us while distracted, in this backwater cesspool of a plane, just to ask that? If I knew, and you wish him well, I'd not tell you. If you think he's a meddlesome bastard, then sadly I don't know. Last I heard he'd found a pantheon of gods and did some sort of junk to draw their ire, if he's still alive..." He shook his head. "You're looking in the wrong place." Taylor skidded to a halt near the back wall of the chapel, then craned his neck to get a look around the corner. What the hell? A planeswalker with actual goons? |
| Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk. | |
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| Elly | Jan 6 2010, 10:47 AM Post #25 |
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"Do not question me, you insect! Who do you think you are?" The redhead glared at Neil, his golden eyes glowing brightly. The air around them rippled and any being sensitive to energy would certainly feel uncomfortable by the massive shift in athmosphere. "He is here, I can sense him..." The mage growled, turning around. "Hiss! Step forward, face me! Or are you too afraid without your deity comrades to assist you?!" He challenged Taylor. |
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| RabidChoco | Jan 6 2010, 09:39 PM Post #26 |
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"That voice... Craïs." Taylor grit his teeth. "As much as I'd love to revisit old times, bastard, I've got a bit of a case right now, possibly bigger than what I handled with the Origins' help. Blow or be blown," he countered. From the doorway, the illusionist cast a veil over Neil, and replicated Taylor's image in all the broken windows as he issued his challenge, giving the trio an opening to escape. As the situation changed, Taylor would punctuate it with a spat curse. |
| Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk. | |
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