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  [BDaSS] My Steps Begin
Posted by: Ezrihel - 01-29-2017, 12:57 AM - Forum: Camelot - No Replies

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He steps slowly down the thick oak stairs of The Immoral Raven and lets himself sink into the the crowd of people. The dirty yellow candle light that flickers against dark wooden beams does little to alleviate the feeling of claustrophobia-inducing walls and cobweb caked ceilings. The mass of bodies hot and grimy from a long day of work push against each other; the animalistic need to forget hardship overriding any sense of decency they may have possessed before that first pint hit them.

The smell of melting candle wax, warm food and dirty skin hangs in the air. The noxious cloud seems to seep down into the fabric of Ezrihel’s clothes and cling to his hair. He rubs his hands together as he glances around the tavern, trying to find a relatively quiet spot to take a seat and prepare.

He automatically begins to weave his way through the rancid crowd as his eyes settle on a specific booth. People to either side of him seem to fall away subconsciously and make a path for him. They pay no attention to the tall blonde slithering to the quiet and dark corner. They don’t notice how they move for him or how any curiosity they may have is rapidly forgotten and replaced by some different memory.

He sits down on the unforgiving wooden bench. He runs his gloved hands over the portion of the unfinished table in front of him as he slides into the booth. His eyebrows raise then furrow, the right side of his top lip lifting in the beginning of a snarl. He pulls his hands away with a ripping sound not too unlike the undoing of velcro. He looks down at his palm with disdain. In the relatively faint light it doesn’t take him long to see how his once white glove is now unbearably stained with some sort of sticky yellow substance.

He gives a low growl before peeling his gloves off. Holding the sticky gloves inside-out in the palm of his right hand, he begins to break them back down into raw Omnilium with a frown. It takes a few moments to break them down, but soon enough he is remaking his gloves; he makes certain to carefully craft each hemline and stitch the way he remembers it being. During this, he reaches his left hand out and starts to break down whatever mess had been split on the table. It didn’t take too long, and soon he was redressing his bare hands.

Before he could finish putting his left glove back on, he is greeted by a rather familiar grouping of particles. A soft smile crosses his face as he lifts his left index finger, giving her a sort of perch.

“Oh, my lovely AI. What is it that I owe the pleasure to?” The musical notes of his husky voice carry through the tavern with an unnatural ease.

“Greetings! Creator has assigned me the task of spying around to see if any others know about the mysterious item we are searching for. Minas Tirith is a large city, so there are bound to be rumors spewing out of some drunk dude’s mouth. Well, that or vomit. ..” IRIS makes an erratic whir, seemingly repulsed.

“Aah, I see. I too was going to make a quick stop down here to gather information, that and have some food sent up to those two flush lovebirds.” He gives a scoff as he steps down onto the main floor of the tavern. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that that thief was up to no good with my secondary, but then again, I don’t care too much about that now.”

“I am still unsure about human traditions about romance and such, it’s all so foreign to me. However, I do find the succubus’s advances to be rather annoying to me for some odd reason. I can’t decipher why, but it just riles my circuits, you know?”

“Is that- Are you jealous, my little machine? Oh, that’s simply precious.” He coos at her. He scouts out the inhabitants of the Immoral Raven, trying to spy out someone who could give him some new information on anything really.

“Jealous? I have nothing to be jealous of!” She says, seemingly defensive as her hue flushes a blueish purple. “She can never have the closeness that Creator and I have. After all, he made me with his own mind, that’s more than she can ever be~” Her robotic voice uses a rather snobbish inflection.

“Goodness me.” He gives a soft few tsks at IRIS. “Yes, but by that same vein I have a close bond with that woman. And I don’t. No offense, but creating something doesn’t mean you love that thing. However, I have no doubt that the Thief values you greatly- After all, how else would he manage himself in this place?” He makes a satisfied ‘hm’ before reaching his right hand up to pet the top of her form. “But no, you are aware that their flirting has been going both ways, correct?”

Iris seems to stoop low and pout for a moment. “I suppose that I have seen at least a 79.5% increase in their interactions and a few instances of increased heart rates among the two, but I must mention the fact that Creator is only falling because of her horrid succubus powers. It becomes quite clear when you take a closer look at the woman. Certainly, you can agree with me on this observation, right?”

“Succubus powers, you say? Hmm.” His smile can’t help but to continue as he plays along. “Well I can’t quite remember ever having those powers myself, though most would call them incubus powers. Tell me, what are these so called powers of seduction my secondary holds?”

IRIS rises up, swirling around his ear, seeming to almost give a whisper. “It’s in her bosom.”

Ezrihel comes to a deadstop upon hearing her whisper. He blinks a few times in disbelief while trying to process what the Artificial Intelligence had just spoke to him. “I...” He tries to find the right words. “You do realise that most men like most women’s bosoms, correct? That’s... That’s not a power of a succubus, that’s just your creator being a functioning mature human male.”

“BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THE SIZE OF HER BOSOM.”

His eyes widened at her comment. “Well, yes. I have seen her bosom. I’m the one who created her. She was my physical form for quite a little while there, so yes... But there are women who are more well endowed than even her.”

“However, it's not just that, …” she seems to shake in embarrassment, “she has also taken a form equal in beauty as your own, the combination of it all is one that my poor Creator simply can’t resist! Can we not save him from her spell?”

He couldn’t help but give a snort before chuckling deeply. “You’re asking me to save him from billions of years of evolution and genetic engineering? I may be a god being, but there’s only so much I can do. That and I think the stoic ass could learn to loosen up a bit. He’s always so somber. Kills the mood and all, and I personally think it’s because he hasn’t been laid in a while.”

“Creator isn’t really that closed off all the time, he just-”

“When’s the last time you saw him laughing and smiling my darling?” Ezrihel interrupts.

“Well, he seemed to be enjoying himself when we actually managed to snag a well crafted sword from another prime, I really enjoyed the smirk he had on his face until we met Finneas! Hm, I haven’t heard from the alchemist for a while, I might have to see what information he has discovered since Creator was banned from Ambrosia…”

He cocks his right eyebrow at her reaction. “I meant from actual human interaction, not from causing mischief like the urchin he is.”

“Well, he has been mostly reserved because of how little he knows about the world…” She seems to trail off a bit, trying to find the words. “... He feels like he’s weaker than everyone else, at a disadvantage. Of course he has gained new abilities from being in this realm but, his power is limited to his knowledge, and in relevance to any that reside here, that knowledge is… well, limited. I’ve tried to teach him more about technology, but,” she seemed to give a sigh, “human minds can only learn so fast. He still doesn’t know how he created me, but I am glad he was able to, so that I can help him.” The AI seemed to dabble on, as if she was sharing secrets with the god being.

“So he’s reserved because he’s shy? The world is something that you should get out there and experience, at least a little. After all, you can’t learn everything from a back seat or from a book. They’re good starting points, but a start is all that they are. I am certainly weaker than I was before, but you don’t see me hiding. After all, what’s the point of hiding and being weak when instead you can go out and truly make your name known? That’s where the real power lies.”

“He has been getting out there, and I’ve seen him put his own life in danger by taking risks to discover more. We fought New Babylon, becoming imprisoned when we were captured, until fighting for our freedom in an all out war. Nealaphh was there, a Prime Creator thought of as an ally and friend. In those battles we learned a lot about the abilities of others and what to look out for in the world, and we left the Institute to find our own way as we realized we would most likely have to make our own mistakes to find our footing as we discovered more. Looking back, perhaps we should’ve stayed, but we did fight alongside him once more in the battle against Volvagia, but…” she quivered a little. “Nealaphh seemed to have broken in some way. It seems we won’t be seeing him again soon. Since then I suppose the only people we have run into that we can trust is you two.” She gave a low hum, beaming positive energy.

He gives her a smile at her mention of trusting him. “Why thank you my love. I’m certain that as time goes on you’ll find me to be quite a useful ally to the guild. ... And I’m certain that ‘Ezzy’ has a use to some extent... But prisoners to New Babylon?”

He couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Why were you fighting them? Also, I’m certain that was before my summoning to this realm, so if you don’t mind me asking who they were?”

As he asks his question he pulls up public announcements with tagged with New Babylon. Soon enough he has enough information to piece together that they ruled in the desert verse called ‘The Dunes’ from a city called ‘Nippur’. Apparently there had been some sort of war there in the recent past and their king, a man called Gilgamesh, had been missing ever since.

“Well, we had received a job to escort someone to have a ‘word’ with one of their associates, but it turned out to become a big display, with us at the center of it. Couldn’t help getting taken prisoner after fighting against four other Primes by ourselves, one armed with an artifact sword with great power, I believe the same one that was recently fought for in the Nexus.”

Again he calls up information on the recent fight in the nexus. A sword, hmm? I remember that blade. Red Hood, that was one of the men with us during the battle for Death Mountain. That must have been the sword this Nealaphh being gave him. From this announcement “So who was the target you were after?”

“Victor Wolfe, if I recall correctly. Some assassin of the sort, not really the type Creator is too fond of, but we appeared to be in the same faction, hence not wanting to get too involved, but they had discovered us before we could escape unseen.”

“And what was your client after with this person? I don’t know many who’d want to face off with an assassin.”

“Some discord between his partner and the assassin, Creator didn’t think too much of it.”

“Hmm. I see that Demetri is the type to not ask too many questions. That’s good for his line of work, but so dissatisfying. Do you have anymore information on the members of New Babylon or the War that torn Nippur apart? I prefer first hand accounts for my information when I can actually get them, certainly you of all people think of this as understandable.”

“Well, it seemed that the neighboring faction, LAW, decided to take advantage of our little skirmish and go up and arms with New Babylon, and we were to take their side and rise up against the group. However, it appeared that our headmaster had other plans, since although snobbish and full of ego, New Babylon was a more preferable ally in the dunes than the LAW. With that in mind, we rose with our captors and fought them off, but among them was the fusion of Proto Man and Mickey Mouse, a combination that was enough to completely destroy the King. As for our troubles on the battlefield, it was clear that the more experienced and stronger primes were on their side. Creator and I barely escaped with our lives, though we managed to collect a few weapons along the way. As for the members we met, I believe there was the King, Gilgamesh, Victor Wolfe, of course, another assassin like man named Shay, a healer named Agnes, and a psychic named Erik Vrell, as well as Nealaphh and another member of the Institute named Tom Riddle. It was a varied group on our side of the war.”

He gives a soft hmm as he thinks over all of this new information.

“IRIS, you wanted me to help create you a new body, correct? For that, I need to have a deep understanding of your current hardware and software so I can properly account for them in the design of the new shell.”

“Well I suppose I can give you an in depth look at my functionality with my HUD, give me a moment,” she spoke as she began to swirl around his face, attaching particles and adjusting to fit him snugly a small visor going across one of his eyes. She would fully integrate with him and show him a variety of her functions, including her moveset and automated actions.

Instantly he would begin to flip through the expansive catalogs and data mine the full extent of her databases. From the programing and hardware that allowed her to morph her base shape and float, to the extensive software that allowed her to function at such an incredible level.

He sits absolutely still as he reads through each entry, each update on her software, each line of code that helped her to interface and integrate with other various systems and even people. He reads and comprehends this information at a speed no human could ever hope to contend with, and soon he’s fully knowledgeable on her entirety.

While he sits and begins to ponder over how best to design her new shell, he pulls small rainbow dabs of Omnilium to the pads of his index fingers and thumbs. He smears this across the air in front of his face, pulling it out into a paper thin hovering screen. He pinches the corners, adding hologram projectors and interfacers to the screen.

Soon enough he’s finished making certain that it interfaces correctly with his mental and physical actions. He waves his hand above the screen and it comes to life, a base framework of an attractive female body appearing. Like a seasoned sculptor he sets to molding this frame into existence.

Plated armor on the torso, protecting a self-regulating, self-sustaining core and an automatic cooling system, pumped through various valves and systems. In the gut, a  detailed gyroscopic balancing system. Around each major installment a set of thin wires sheathed in a hyper flexible plastic casing was wound, adding insulation to the more fragile places before each area was cased in high-durability and self repairing synthetic muscle. This synthetic muscle was attached at various places along the plasteel skeleton and fitted with near instantaneous twitch fibers.

The artist moves from the body to the head, placing a hole in the back of the cranial unit that would allow IRIS to directly interface with the body. All the while weaving nimble gloved hands through the air as if conducting the world’s greatest symphony; fingers pinching and pulling wiring and cords into their proper places along with detailing the exact ratios and materials these pieces needed to be made from.

Setting his focus onto what would soon become her new sensory additions, he, like a god, he engineers her; fitting synth eyes to eye sockets and a hologram visor that would fit across her vision. Soon the blueprint includes a moving mouth set with teeth, tongue and sensors that detected the chemical composition if ingested items. To accompany this, he gives her sensors inside of her nose that allowed her to detect the same thing but through picking up particles in the air and water.

Finally he finishes the blueprint, giving it one last pass over. Adding wide range microphones into her ears and a speaker system in her throat. He adds a few notes to the blueprint, detailing to repair the body if it were ever damaged it should be bought back to him.

“Does this look fine for you?” Ezrihel asks quietly, still studying his work.

“Much more than fine! I cannot wait to be able to have a new host body! It makes me excited!” She glowed bright blue while chirping loudly.

“Good. Good, I’m glad it’s too your liking.” With a gentle motion he turns the hologram projectors and interfacers off and folds the screen down into a portable little chip. He hands the chip to IRIS. “Just activate it by saying the password ‘Andromeda’. Now, as pleasant as things have been while chatting here with you, I must make my leave for the Nexus imminently.”

He climbs out of the booth, standing before giving her a wave and a wink and disappearing into the crowd.

Into the chill night air he finds himself. The waxing moon is high in the sky, painting the city buildings and streets of Minas Tirith a ghostly silver. In the cold grayscale landscape the ruddy orange of porch lamp lights and interior candles jumps out, giving a placebo of warmth to the weary and worn travellers.

Water from a recent light drizzle stood in the cracks and spaces between the cobblestone roads, causing the sounds of slight splashing to sound out as the blonde man makes his way to the other side of the street. With a soft exhale, he looks up to the floating city of Dalaran.

At this point, almost out of habit, he pools another rainbow hued glob into his hands. This time instead of a blue print, he recalls the memories of his trusted steed, his hand raised and dearly loved dragon, Veni Noctem Par. Slowly her gradiant blue body comes into existence, the feathers forming over her wings as her long whiskers are drawn out.

In his trance like state several long moments pass before she is completely summoned forth into this realm.

With a soft whine, she looks at him, her head bowing as she nuzzles him with her cold wet nose. With a tilted smile he rubs behind her ears and runs his fingers through her main. Mentally, he is greeted by her with nothing but warmth and excitement. “Hey girl, it’s been a while.” His hands move to wrap his arms around her neck in an embrace. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

At his words, she paws the stone ground and lowers one of her wings. He takes her invitation and climbs into her fitted leather saddle, pulling the loops around his legs tightly to ensure he didn’t take a nasty fall. Into her mind he mingled, sharing an intimate connection only a psychic connection could allow. We must go to the Nexus, to the south of this place.

With a signal of understanding, she launched herself up, climbing vertically up the side of a building before leaping from the roof and into the air. Her wings extended out, catching the currents that fell from the mountains  and hurrying forth.

“Woooo! Hahaha!” Ezrihel couldn’t help but express himself in glee as they flew. A feeling that never grew old, the wind rushing over him, the land spread out beneath him, the freedom it gives him.

He leans down, resting his cheek on the back of her long neck and using her mane as a sort of improvised pillow, allowing her to use his knowledge of Camelot’s layout in order to navigate them to the nexus while he drifted off to sleep.

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  An Absence in the Soul
Posted by: Ruby Rose - 01-28-2017, 08:34 AM - Forum: The Vasty Deep - Replies (3)

Weiss's hand went cold.  Very cold.  Ice cold.  As cold as cold can get.  With wide eyes I spun on the heels of my boots to peer at my partner - or what was left of her.  Her body was slowly disintegrating, coiling into Omnillium in the air, like a cloud of rainbow essence. "Weiss!!" I squealed with a frightened redness crossing my cheeks as my only remnant of my old world left me before my eyes. "Where are you going?! Don't leave me!!" I screamed, throwing my arms around her body as her shoulders began to unravel into the fabric of the Omniverse, but the sudden force only accelerated the process; the upper half of her torso shattered into extravagantly colored shards of glass, disappearing into the world like the rest of her. "Stop! Give Weiss back!" I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks like waterfalls, mixing in with the ether Weiss's body was becoming - or had become. Before I could even register it, nothing was left of the ivory huntress. Nothing but a silver, crown-shaped hair pin.

"DAMN IT! DAMN IT ALL!!" I screamed, uncaring for the terrified onlookers, gazing at me with incredulous, pitiful and exasperated expressions.

"Who is that weird girl?"


"Aww, poor dear..."

"Someone's got 'er knickers in a knot..."

Clenching a fist around the hair pin and wiping my cascading tears on my ebony sleeve, I dashed from the restaurant, the spiked object drawing crimson liquid from my palm, flowing across the glassy surface. "Weiss... Weiss... Weiss..." I continued to sob her name as I ran from the building, the soft earth shifting beneath my feet with each panicked step until-

Thud

"Woah kid, what's the rush?"

I crashed into a solid body and was sent skittering onto my backside from the recoil, looking up through watery eyes at a head of greenish-gold hair, hanging down in heavy, neat locks. I wiped my eyes once more and gawked at the person who had interrupted me; it was a woman, likely no more than thirty, one hand on her hip and the other reaching out to help me up. "Got ants in your pants or somethin'?" She asked as I tightly gripped her delicate hand and let her haul me to my feet.

"My friend... she's gone..." I sobbed, looking down into the snow, clenching the pin tight. "What? Gone? You mean dead?" The woman asked, tilting her head in a confused manner. I shook my head in a fashion that meant neither yes or no. "I don't know... I don't know!!" I cried and crouched suddenly, crying wildly once more with my head between my knees.

I squeaked as I felt a pair of arms lift me from the ground, one under my knees, the other behind my head. "Shushushush... I'll help you. Just calm down, let me take you home." She whispered soothingly, and I dug my face into her black trench coat, tears soaking into the midnight material. "Can you tell me your name?" She asked sweetly.


"R-Ruby..."

"How old are you?"

That question took me a moment to answer. How long had I been in the Omniverse? I was fifteen before I came here, and my birthday hadn't been very far away, so...

"Sixteen... I think..." I sighed into the woman's coat, feeling my tears starting to fade. "Good girl." She crooned, gently stroking the back of my head. "My name's Wynrel. Pleasure to meet you Ruby." She whispered, and I nodded weakly into her chest.

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  Siege of Darkshire - Underground [PvP - Great]
Posted by: Kelly MacAryn - 01-28-2017, 06:07 AM - Forum: The Pale Moors - Replies (11)

Quote:This is the intro/setup post. The fight has not started yet.


There was a moment, as Illidan's army made its final approach, rumbling through the mud and parting the mist, where events seemed detached. The scene hung suspended, as though reality were holding its breath. 

Then, everything seemed to happen at once, snapping abruptly into stark, vivid contrast.  

Kelly's psychic senses screamed as the massed ranks of ghouls, monsters and wraiths collided with the vanguard of Darkshire's military might. His quarterstaff moved in a blur. In those first confused moments, the traveler broke a werewolf's knee with a swift, low kick, drove his staff into the eye of a screaming set of bones, whipped the other end of his weapon up into a decrepit vampire's groin, and, acting on pure reflex, telekinetically thrust the sword of the dying soldier standing beside him up under the chin of a very surprised ogre. It was a hell of a way to discover that his psychokinetic range had increased, but now was not the time to consider the implications. 

Darkshire's lines had bowed inward with the impact of the initial charge, but at a glance - which was all Kelly could afford in the brief moment before more monsters closed in to replace those he'd felled - they seemed to be holding.The psychic allowed a thin smile to emerge from hiding as a Zergling rushed him, fangs snapping and scythes slashing, only to catch a concentrated psychokinetic bolt in its throat.

Over the next two minutes, there was little further opportunity to track what was happening on the rest of the field. Kelly fought like a machine, moving his staff with near-robotic precision. Half-lost in the rhythm of combat, the psychic saw his enemies as collections of weapons and targets more than individual creatures. Weapons he stopped or avoided. Targets he smashed, either with his staff, his boots, or his burgeoning psychic force. The remnants of the unit he'd been placed with, twelve of the original twenty troops, were mentally flagged as priority assets -  Kelly protected them whenever he could, taking advantage of his staff's reach and his psychic abilities to meddle in parts of the melee where he wouldn't otherwise have been able to help. 

Suddenly a rumble, different from the thunder, overtook the field, sending ripples through the mud. The battle didn't pause, but the intensity diminished as the eyes of both armies were drawn to the walls of Darkshire, where plumes of smoke were rising. In one stony flank, a gaping wound yawned, lit by the crimson glow of small fires.

Deflecting a wild blow from a hulking undead armed with a rusty blade, the traveler frowned as he charged a psychic bolt and blew off the creature's kneecap, crushing its skull with the end of his staff as it fell. 

Sometimes I hate being right. But how did they do it? A sleeper-cell? A trojan horse among the refugees? Did they sneak a detachment around behind the city, bypass the main force and plant explosives?

Even if the embattled psychic strategist had been expecting an answer, what happened next would have come as a surprise. 

Not twenty feet to Kelly's right, a section of the battlefield dropped away, the muddy ground disintegrating, sending monsters and soldiers alike spilling down into a dark, hollow space.  Then, it happened again. And again, further along, the subsiding ground proceeding in the direction of the breach. He immediately grasped the implications. 

A tunnel? They dug an actual tunnel? You've got to be kidding! 

There was a decision to be made, here. The existence of a tunnel entirely changed the strategic map - in fact, it had the potential to render the admittedly quite dramatic battle being fought all around him little more than a distraction, even if the breach in the walls could be held. 

Kelly engaged his neural throttle, increasing his formidable brain's processing speed, and the world around him seemed to slow down, giving him time to act, and to think. He identified the enemies harassing the nearest five Darkshire troopers, and cleared a space around himself, crushing the throats of slow-motion ogres, the skulls of nigh-frozen zombies, and breaking a naga's neck in the scant moments before the world caught up with him and his perception of events snapped back to normal. Then, with a little space in which to work, he fired off several quick force-bolts, no stronger than well-thrown punches, but both distracting and well-aimed enough to give his allies the openings they needed to finish their monstrous foes.

Kelly moved closer, yelling for them to form up on his position, and to their own mild surprise, they did. Their captain had been killed already, and the traveler had the voice of Command. 

"What's going on?" one of the soldiers called over the din of battle, slashing repeatedly at a wraith until it finally lost cohesion and washed away in the rain. 

"There's a tunnel over there, under the field." the psychic said, calling to mind the names of those present, and finding that he only actually knew four - one was from another part of the vanguard, and it had only been important that he meet the people in his actual unit.  "Someone needs to lock it down. Harker" - he glanced at a short, spry-looking woman in half-plate and studded leather armor who had already lost an eye - "get word to command. The breach in the wall is so urgent and obvious that they may have missed this. You other four are with me. We're going down there."

***

Kelly and his little group of soldiers - a stocky middle-aged man named Mason, a younger fellow named Butcher, an athletic, shaven-headed woman called Rothchilde, and the stranger, who identified himself as Corporal Wesley Bewilderforce-Tooms -  slid down the walls of the partial-cave in, and struck out into the gloom. They were accompanied by a group of troops from another unit that had seen what they were doing and grasped the urgency their task. 

The inside of the tunnel was extremely dim, and smelled of soil and rot. Perhaps surprisingly, it was no darker than the stormy night outside, lit by the glow of the fires of battle streaming in with the rain through the collapsed sections of the ceiling. As his eyes grew further accustomed to the gloom, the Prime could see that although the floor was rocky and uneven, churned by the passage of dozens of monstrous feet, and the earthen walls were angular, formed of compressed soil and stone. 

This wasn't done using shovels, and it wasn't done by an animal. 

He ran a hand along the wall, feeling the striations where something moving in a spiral had left a series of regular grooves as it passed. 

Some kind of tunneling machine?  

Kelly frowned, and strained his ears. It was hard to hear over the horrendous din of battle above them, but he thought he could detect the rumble and wheedling whine of a large machine. 

Maybe six hundred yards? Certainly not much further than the walls. If they're still running a drill, then the tunnel isn't finished - and if we can reverse the machine, we can back it up and use it as a barricade. 

He waved his troops forward - and almost immediately gestured for them to halt. There was a dirty, black-haired man dressed in work-clothes sprawled on the floor of the tunnel - a man with a shotgun in a holster across his back, and a  chainsaw in place of his right hand. Judging by the tiny patch of sky directly above him, it looked like he'd fallen through the ceiling.

Hm. No armor, and that hand is extremely odd. His clothing is wrong for the moors... A Prime?

Sadly, time was of the essence. If the man was a Prime, he'd be fine one way or the other, and if he wasn't, he was safer down here than up there. Kelly was about to wave his troops onward once more when he was surprised by a loud groan.

"UUUuuuuuuhg. What hit me?" asked the man who fell.

"The floor," said Kelly, getting right to business. "My name is Kelly MacAryn. I'm a Prime, with the Darkshire militia. You're in a tunnel, under the battlefield. Are you on our side?" 

The man pushed himself up on his hands and knees, shaking the cobwebs from his head. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. The name's Ash Williams - Defender of Darkshire. You might have heard of me?" 

Kelly looked at his troops - and was encouraged by some enthusiastic nods. "I've heard of him," said Rothschilde.  "He's a Prime too, though he's supposed to be a bit of an ass - but he's stood on the wall. He saved lives. Having him along would be a big help."

"Hey, lady," said Ash, standing up and brushing the dirt off the front of his shirt, "There's no need for name-calling. I just happen to have an appreciation for the finer things in life is all - myself, for instance." 

He squinted at Rothchilde. "And you. You know, I don't usually go for bald chicks, but you kinda make it work. So, ah, after all this is over -"

"That's quite enough," said Kelly, his tone patient but permitting no argument. "We don't have time for this. The enemy is running some kind of tunneling machine, and if Darkshire is going to win this battle without serious damage to the city's interior, we have to intercept them. Are you coming?" 

Ash hefted his chainsaw and grinned savagely. "An urgent mission that will determine the fate of the entire town? Kelly-boy, I wouldn't miss it for the world." 

***

For the first couple-of-hundred meters, progress was difficult, but steady. The uneven floor and low light made footing tricky for the less sure-footed soldiers, and several times hideous, eyeless monsters burst from the walls, barely foreseen by Kelly, and subsequently cut to ribbons by the the soldiers' blades or Ash's chainsaw. 

The chainsaw made the psychic nervous. It was a vicious weapon, yes, and the other Prime used it with more skill than Kelly would have thought possible for such an unwieldy blade- but it was loud. Possibly even loud enough to be heard over the sound of a giant drill. 

Even so, it wasn't until their small military detachment had reached the point where the tunnel undercut the walls of the city that the problems really began. The explosions that had blown open Darkshire's walls had caused a near-total cave in, leaving only a small passage, barely wide enough for three men to walk abreast, held open by massive chunks of collapsed foundation. Ash and Kelly led the way through the the crooked passageway of shattered rock, their troops filing in behind them, until eventually they emerged again into a wider passage - and beheld the enemy. 

Zerglings, with dog-like faces and scythes for arms, werewolves, a few wraiths - and many, many zombies, all marched behind a massive, streamlined vehicle with a drill on one end, mounted on treads and piloted by a hooded figure. It was almost fifty meters beyond the walls already, chewing merrily through the soil below Darkshire's foundations. 

Ash reached for his chainsaw's ripcord, but Kelly stopped him with a hand on his wrist. He pointed to the soldiers emerging from the tunnel behind them and mouthed, "Wait." Ash smiled, nodded, and winked. 

They waited. Mason, Butcher, Rothschilde, Tooms, and six others made it out before they were noticed. It started with a wraith, some unknown spectral sense detecting the presence of the living. The shade sent up a cry of a alarm, and soon Zerg, werewolves, and vampiric abominations broke ranks and surged toward the new arrivals, sending confused zombies stumbling as they passed.

Ash stepped forward and pulled the ripcord. His chainsaw-hand roared.

Kelly's iron-shod staff flashed as he set his guard. 

"Form a beach-head!" called the psychic, voice ringing with the compelling certainty that he would be obeyed, "Defend the tunnel until the rest of our troops are through!" 

A Zerg came at Ash. He sidestepped, severed it's spine with a power-tool roar and a whiff of diesel, and took out a werewolf on the backswing. Kelly charged a psychic force-bolt and blew the wraith into ethereal whisps, and waded into the advancing horde with his staff, breaking knees and shoulders, crushing throats and cracking skulls. Behind them, the soldiers of Darkshire formed tight ranks, bolstered by their allies who continued to emerge from the opening in the rubble. Not that many more would be coming, but the knowledge that there were more coming gave them hope. 

On the far end of the tunnel, the drill slowed its advance, shifting down into a lower gear as the driver stood, practically trembling with outraged dignity. A high-pitched voice echoed across the chamber, audible even over the continuing grind and roar of Ash's chainsaw. 

"Fools!" it proclaimed, turning with a flourish and summoning a ram-headed staff to its hand, the weapon leaping from where it leaned against the dashboard of its owner's vile machine. "Who dares to challenge SKELETOR?!" 



Quote:And with that, this fight has been officially set-up! The next post is Skeletor's, and it is officially the first post of the fight, and the start of the timer. After that, the call-system is in effect. 

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  I wanna D&D
Posted by: The Vision - 01-28-2017, 03:21 AM - Forum: The Arcade - Replies (19)

I've never played before and it seems to be good. Is there an Omniverse-member game I can join?

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Rainbow Luci to Yukki OM transfer
Posted by: Luci - 01-28-2017, 02:37 AM - Forum: Help Desk - Replies (4)

Transferring 200 OM from Luci to Yukki. Not for sex, that was incidental, but because he fulfilled his contracted quest.

Quest Given
http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7414

Quest Completed
http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...2#pid92922

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  Dawn/Erika vs Ghidorah OOC
Posted by: Dawnika Snow - 01-28-2017, 01:03 AM - Forum: Omniverse Discussion - Replies (25)

I, as Dawn Snow, am hereby challenging King Ghidorah to an in character fight. I would enjoy using the site standard rules with the exception of 1000 words per post. To be confirmed by Ghidorah.

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  Vision's Outta Sight
Posted by: Jade Harley - 01-27-2017, 05:01 PM - Forum: The Whateververse, Man - Replies (2)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VISION/SUN/FORMER MCNINJA/GAIGE! (edit: also OPTIMUS PRIME)

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  Skeletor vs Ash Williams/Kelly MacAryn OOC thread (Assault on Darkshire)
Posted by: Kelly MacAryn - 01-27-2017, 01:57 PM - Forum: Omniverse Discussion - Replies (44)

Behold, a separate OOC thread, in order to keep our calling and other relevant discussion from confusing the main Assault thread. 

To start - relevant details restated for ease-of-access: 


The Arena:
Underneath the Town of Darkshire

Skeletor's doom drill has come near to piercing through Darkshire's best defences, but a team of primes and secondaries have managed to break through into the tunnel underground. Here, Light is quite dim and the earth is quite uneven - Those with legs will find themselves constantly struggling to keep their stance in the harsh angles of the cavern, and the already disturbed earth creates the hazard of cave-ins if the Forces in Conflict are careless with their munitions. Here, the air is hard to breathe, and insects crawl out of their underground homes to mingle with the invaders. most of them are harmless nuisances, but Dracula's evil stretches into even the earth, and thus there also exists the rarities of poisonous or oversized beasts stalking the newly made cave, breaking out of the earth at a moment's notice.

The main concern of the forces gathered underneath Darkshire are each other, however - Demons and wraiths stalk the tunnels, and horrifying zerg besides. Doglike creatures with an unbreakable tenacity, vicious scythe limbs, and impeccable night vision, these tunnel fighters will work with Illidan's nightmares to give a merciless greeting to the determined assaulting forces of Darkshire, creating a conflict smaller, but just as intense and chaotic, as the one continuing above.


The Rules (as decided in the main thread): 

Word Limit: 1000
Rounds: 3
Random Elements: on
Damage Meter: on 

- Judge's discretion on whether or not the loser(s) is allowed to be executed
- The actual backdrop of the fight is just fodder and not much more than a location for most fights

THE CALL SYSTEM

Each round will last 5 days. During that time people are allowed to "call" a post. Once called that person has 2 hours to submit a post. At the end of the 2 hours, or if the person has posted, someone else is allowed to call. You can call to be next in line, but once the first person has posted or their 2 hours are up your time begins. This continues until everyone has posted or the 5 days are up. Judges will then have 1 day to tally up damages and so they have a chance to get caught up if they fall behind.


Discussion via PM between the participants has led to the decision that I'll start the fight-thread with the setup (writing myself and Ash into the tunnel and proximity to Skeletor) and from there we'll jump right into the fight, with Skeletor posting first (of the fight that is - the second overall post of the thread. I'll throw a quote-box at the end of the setup to make it obvious), at which point we will have officially begun.

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  A Rescue Mission
Posted by: Yukki Kazuto - 01-26-2017, 11:04 PM - Forum: Coruscant - Replies (2)

My eyes dart from the file I was given by Luci, to the building in front of me. According to the address given to me in the file, this was the place. I examined the outside of the building, and attempted to figure out an entry plan. I could wait for someone to head in the building, turn invisible, and follow them in like with Scarlet and Reuben’s hotel room. The only problem with that is I don’t know if anyone is supposed to show up besides the Hutt, but once he’s here, it’s a little late to start making moves.


I could go in guns blazing, taking on the full brunt of the attack, but that would be dangerous, risky, and the girl might get hurt at some point in the fray. Whether it was a stray bullet or an orc attacking her on purpose, I was fairly certain Luci would not be happy with her more injured than she already is.


This led me back to the more immediate problem though. The electric fence, the reason Luci says she couldn’t just do this job herself. It was eight feet high, surrounded the entire building, and had no places where you could slip under it, through it, or past it. The power source seemed to be inside the building, as I could see no such source outside of the building, eliminating the ability to shoot it and turn off the fence.


As time went on and the night got darker, an idea struck me. Perhaps I could jump over it? After all, physics were different in the Omniverse, and I had already witnessed things happen that would not be physically possible back on earth. It stood to reason that I possibly could jump it. I extracted my rifle and chest rig, eliminating the weight from them. If I was going to make this jump, I needed to be as light as possible.


My eyes examined the area behind the fence, looking for a good spot to try and land at. I eventually found a spot away from the main door, where the odds were lower that I would be noticed. I took a few moments to gather up the courage to attempt to jump over the fence. I was going off of a hunch, a guess about how the Omniverse works. Odds are I was about to become one with electricity…


I took off in a run towards the fence, picking up speed as I neared it. Once I was about two and a half feet away from the fence, I jumped as high as I could. Around me, time seemed to slow down as my brain processed what happened next.


My right foot pushed off of the ground, with as much force it could muster, and soon I was in the air. The force of the jump brought me up through the air, and I approached the fence. My bodily naturally curved into an arc, as if my boundy found it normal and commonplace to jump over eight feet fences flowing with electric current. My acrobatic skills took over as I came down on the other side, my body tucking in on itself as I neared the ground, and spreading the force of the ground out as I rolled on the crunching ground.


I walked up to the door quickly, drawing my pistol from it’s holster. A quick peep into the window next to the door revealed a room filled with a few orcs, four from what I could see. I saw a shut door leading into an adjacent room, and guestimated two or more enemies in that room as well. Checking that my magazine was fully loaded, I replaced the mag, and repeated my actions from earlier in the day. I threw myself into the door. It flew open easily, and almost broke against my weight, as if it was made of a poor material.


Several things happened at once as the door flew open and I entered the room. Two orcs were sitting on a couch across from me, and were to startled to do anything more than stare before they were both shot in the heart. An orc closer to the door tried to attack me with his fist, but met only nothing but empty air as I ducked beneath the attack. Using his forward momentum against him, I attacked the back of his knee with a knife, causing him to drop to his knees. A bullet pierced the back of his skull and sent brain matter flying as I took him out execution style.


Before I could turn my attention to the remaining orc, a blue energy whizzed past the back of my head, singing the ends of my hair that it passed. I turned to the orc and saw him holding a metal contraption of some kind, which seemed to be preparing another blast. Relying on my instincts, I flipped over the orc’s corpse that I had just murdered to dodge another blast. I threw one of my blades and watched it land in the contraption, causing sparks to fly from the device. The orc, visibly surprised, dropped it and recoiled from it. Another knife landed in his head, and his corpse slumped back into the chair he had been sitting in before my entry.


“Hey?!? What the hell is going on out here?” A voice called from the doorway to the other room. “Wait a minute, who are you?” He started to charge me with a black handaxe, the same shade as his black fur. His eyes showing pure hatred and ferocity. My third knife landed in his throat, causing blood to gurgle out of the opening, but it soon slowed to a small trickle. Standing over his corpse, I watched as the life drained slowly from his slitted yellow eyes. I felt no remorse or shame in these killings, yet no eagerness either. These were contract kills. Nothing more, nothing less. Drawing my gun back out, I walked through the door my latest victim had come out of.


The room was empty except for a bound figure in the corner. I slowly approached the figure, who did not seem to react to my approach in any way. Removing the material covering the face, I saw the girl from the picture Luci had shown me earlier, the girl, De’iali, the reason I was here in the first place. Checking her pulse and breathing, I found that she was still alive. She had some cuts and bruises on her, and possibly some other injuries on her, but I couldn’t exactly stop to give her a medical examination right now.


I struggled to pick her up, and eventually was able to get her mostly on my shoulders, but only freeing up my left hand for a weapon, so I carried one of my knives in case of meeting resistance.  Stopping at the door, I took the time to carve a small message into the wall for anyone who would find these orcs later. “-Reaper”. That should throw them off of who really did this, and why. I might even adopt the name for myself if I continue to do this...


Just as I finished my message, a body that I thought had been long dead began to stir. The dark furred one, who had been in the separate room began to sit up. I began charging my blade, and when he had begun to realize what had happened, I threw it into his forehead. His once again lifeless corpse slumped back onto the ground, his head slamming into the ground with a satisfying crack as blood began seeping out of the back of his skull. Satisfied with my work, I headed out, shutting the dented door behind me. Perhaps it could be buffed out? I took mental note of what I had lost. A full magazine and four knives in the bodies. Oh, and part of my hair had been burned off by something that I had no idea what it was made out of. I considered grabbing the device that had been used to attack me, but I was already carrying enough dead weight.


Taking the unconscious eight year old with me, I took the back alleys and dark side streets to transport her. My only real mode of transport was a motorbike, but there was no way to make one and keep her on it, so I carried her. In was late into the night, almost close to morning when I finally made it back to where I had originally met Luci. I laid the girl on the ground next to me carefully, and banged on the door loudly, the same way I had earlier. Looking into the camera, I pointed at the ground next to me.


I was barely able to stay on my feet, but I had done what I’d been asked and even spent my remaining energy ensuring we hadn’t been followed. I was gonna need more tea.


Quote:Wow, took me way longer than I wanted to write this, but yeah, it's finally posted!
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  Reactivate Dan
Posted by: Paige Turner - 01-26-2017, 12:12 AM - Forum: Help Desk - Replies (1)

Refer to title.

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