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by Giovenith » Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:50 pm
by Cerillium » Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:53 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:Barox turned around to look at Wren. Upon sight he turned a bit flushed on the face. "Umm.. Er,... How about..." He was stammering a bit. He looked over at the hanger then back at Wren. "How about.. Dismantling the hanger.. Yea."
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J'aluk remained hidden, waiting for what might happen next between the group.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Torsiedelle » Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:11 pm
by Cerillium » Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:12 pm
Cerillium wrote:Collab w/GT & Swith
Incense smoke hung in a low cloud about the ceiling, obscuring the light fixtures and casting the room in murky haze. The men gathered within were a dismal lot. A mixture of young and old, they clustered themselves towards the walls and corners to avoid the wrathful scrutiny of the Avatar upon his throne.
The chair had been heavily damaged in the prior encounter with Charumati but stood proudly at the far end of the hall. Atosh had restored the haunt. The floor once again gleamed without any stain from filth or gore. The pillars still bore chips from Charumati’s skull but were gleaming once again. The chains that once held Cornelius still dangled from the ceiling. It was an adequate secondary base. It was almost beautiful.
Atosh’s gaze roamed the room but it brought him no joy. His will was bent upon other things. Loathe as he was to leave the Ruins and thus miss out on seeing his sister’s suffering, it was better to relocate here; let the fools deal with Bane. Charumati would assist them, of course. Poor grieving widow. Poor unfortunate little wastrel. My, but her heart must surely be distraught?
Atosh sneered. It wasn’t distraught enough. She wasn’t suffering enough. Thus had he once again summoned the strange creature who had vowed to assist his cause. His ears detected footsteps passing through the outer chamber.
His lips curled into wicked delight and he looked towards the man who had single-handedly handed Charumati’s heart to her on a gilded platter. He had done what Klaus couldn’t; Atosh held no regrets for slaughtering Klaus for his failures. Yet Atosh wasn’t satisfied yet. This man, who had crossed the threshold and stood before him as a champion, was the ticket.
He wore a black brim hat and an eye patch over the left eye. A bandana covered his mouth and was tucked neatly into the man’s shirt. A shadow from his hat covered over his face while the black, ragged trench coat he wore covered him enough to look as if he were levitating off the ground. Upon reaching a close distance of ten meters from Atosh and his throne, he stopped.
He pulled down the bandana from over his mouth before placing his right fist over his heart, giving a slight bow in the process. In his usual deep, groaning voice he said, “So, Atosh, what has you bring me, Arelius Dante, to your most high...presence?”
“Ah, Arelius,” Atosh’s eyes narrowed in delight. “Apparently my dear sister is still seeking Thriller’s soul. She’ll eventually track it down. I want to put it someplace safe. But that’s not why I summoned you.”
“Oh trust me I knew this well before your arrival.. Lets say I have a source...From the inside.” Arelius grinned as his yellowed, sharp teeth showed. He then went on to say, “So I can guess you want me to find a way to: A: bring her here, B: Bring her kids here, C: Kill her kids, D: Kill Thrille... Or maybe all the above? That is just me, but you are the summoner...Lets hear what you have to say...Atosh.”
“I couldn’t care less about Thriller. Kill him now if it pleases you. I don’t foresee his return.” Atosh leaned back. “I want the daughter dead. The boy is part of destiny. Killing him will change too many things in too many unpleasant ways.”
“So in other words... You want me to go kill the girl and leave the boy?” He asked as he raised his only normal eyebrow. “Details please. I maybe able to carry out plans past then what is expected, but I can only do so well as to what I am told.”
“Far distant future, my friend.” Atosh’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “His existence satisfies my bloodlust. The girl is superfluous.”
“Right...Well then, I have a feeling that this kill and run will be more complicated than it sounds… As in, there will be issues I might have to face... Any you wish to tell? You know, about the kids, the area...What...What gives this mission to me?”
“There is nothing to tell,” a feminine voice said from her position in the doorway. The cloaked figure took a step into the room. “Absolutely nothing. You, whoever you are, have until the count of three to leave or I’ll scatter your atoms across the Warp.”
Her head tipped upward although her face remained in shadow. “Hello Atoshmatu. We have business, you and I.”
Leviathan turned and looked at the woman standing there. He then lifted up his eye patch; a little grin came upon his face as his licked his sharp teeth. He clasped his hands together and replied, “Why most certainly, I shall remove myself from this... Hall...This once... Yes.. If I am ever needed again, Atosh... I’ll be busy getting out this task with the help of some fellow...colleagues, back home.”
With that, he pulled his patch over his deformed eye and his bandana over his mouth before placing his hat on. As he stepped back into the darkness and gave his parting words, “By the way, I know I told you my name, but please, call me... Leviathan.” He then vanished.
Atosh eased back into his throne and pursed his lips at the new arrival. "And now tell me whatever business you think you have with me. I have none with you."
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Giovenith » Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:14 pm
by The BranRiech » Thu Dec 19, 2013 3:45 pm
by Swith Witherward » Thu Dec 19, 2013 3:49 pm
Cerillium wrote:Collab Part II
“Directly, no,” she replied sternly. “Indirectly, yes. We have unfinished business. I’ve come for Thriller’s soul.”
She crossed the floor, ignoring the cultists clawing about the corners. Her eyes discerned daemons in the darkness. It was the proverbial lions’ den but she was no Daniel.
Atosh barked laughter. “Really, now? Have you come? One of Charumati’s puppets! Perhaps her face still stings from the last time, Messenger?”
The figure stopped before him and tipped her head back further. He was scary. Everything about him reflected sinister power. Naturally, he had every right to boast. Atosh was the former avatar of War. Every violent act in the universe fueled him and his framework was anger, hate and rage. He wasn’t omnipotent or omniscient, however.
“I’ve come for Thriller’s soul,” she repeated levelly. She clasped her hands loosely in front of her and adopted a sense of humble patience.
Atosh growled. “Who are you that you think you could just saunter in here as if you belonged? Who are you to stand before me? Worthless cunt, I’m a god.”
“I am everything that you are not, and all that Charumati was afraid to contain.” Naomi lowered her hood.
The former avatar was speechless. Naomi. Nafuckingomi. He could easily strike her down yet there was a certain honor to be upheld; killing the weak and timid was dishonorable.
Fuck honor. He’d struck out from his Being long ago. Naomi’s death would cause Swith further suffering. But why had she sent the vessel? What purpose? Did that silly cunt actually anticipate adherence to former ethics?
“You are nothing,” he sneered. “You were nothing to begin with and to nothing you’ll return. Fluff in an organic shell. A child pretending to be a woman. Nothing. Bran killed you before. Fucking Bran. There’s no Eva here to help you, Naomi.”
“Omimati,” she gently corrected him.
Atosh mocked her with laughter. “You gave yourself that title. I won’t recognize it.”
He rose from his throne and extended a hand into which appeared a cruel blade.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Swith Witherward » Thu Dec 19, 2013 4:42 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Thu Dec 19, 2013 4:55 pm
by Giovenith » Thu Dec 19, 2013 5:26 pm
by Torsiedelle » Thu Dec 19, 2013 5:37 pm
by Swith Witherward » Thu Dec 19, 2013 5:40 pm
The BranRiech wrote:My conscious? Yuna thought oddly, not remembering herself swearing in her mind, but then again, she assumed it wasn't her conscious though. She followed the instructions and looked over.
To the left?
Ah! Who was that standing up there? Was it Will? Yeah, probably. He seemed like that sort of fellow. Yes, I see you up there, silly conscious. What?
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Swith Witherward » Thu Dec 19, 2013 5:58 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Germanic Templars » Thu Dec 19, 2013 6:31 pm
Cerillium wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:Barox turned around to look at Wren. Upon sight he turned a bit flushed on the face. "Umm.. Er,... How about..." He was stammering a bit. He looked over at the hanger then back at Wren. "How about.. Dismantling the hanger.. Yea."
---
J'aluk remained hidden, waiting for what might happen next between the group.
Wren looked behind her to ascertain what had Barox behaving so oddly. The thought of taking apart the compound must have him on edge because there wasn't anything there. She pulled an attachment kit from her hip, removed the delicate claw and replaced it with what appeared to be a small welding torch; the claw was dropped into a satchel strapped to her thigh.
"Let's hope I don't catch my pants on fire this time," she giggled. "Every now and then I forget to pay attention to the fleshy bits. It's really not an excuse to add a new part, I swear."
She went to the hangar and began to carefully remove the siding.
by Torsiedelle » Thu Dec 19, 2013 6:32 pm
Christmas Time, 2013
So today, we arrived on the island. Early on, I didn't have much to do, but the Raptor folk had a special dinner, and it was nice. They also said that I could make a good helper, which is awesome, because I actually think it would be cool to work for them. They're cool people.
We had a bonfire, and I actually got to meet a lot of people my age! We're all one big club, now. Me, Giov, Yuna, Myra, and Marcus. We're going to use Lidev's old bunker.
Miss Minerva and Swith helped bring me my daddy. I'm very grateful for that. However, my sister apparently wanted mom here, too. Fucking bullshit.
We're gonna have so much fun tommorow. I can't wait, and hanging out with a bunch of cute girls? Hell yea, especially Yuna (what can I say, the white and black), and Giovenith. Kinda sucks, though, I have no chance. It sucks for me; now I know how boys must feel some times.
by Swith Witherward » Fri Dec 20, 2013 4:56 am
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Cerillium » Fri Dec 20, 2013 7:07 am
Germanic Templars wrote:Barox let out a small laugh with Wren's comment, though it was more of a nervous laugh, but not the kind of nervous laugh where it sounded as if he were scared or anything, just the kinda nervous laugh when things get awkward or such.
In the end, Barox found himself climbing on top of the hangar as he started with the metal on top.
"Hey Barox!" A tech priest called out.
"Yea, what is it?" He replied, not keeping his eyes off his work.
"You know it would be faster if we took out the support beams first and then part of the wall to let the building crumble."
"Yes but that would ruin the metal."
"Doesn't matter, all of this crap is going to be smelted anyways." The tech priest pointed out.
At this point, Barox nodded his head a bit in agreement and stopped welding. He then climbed down and walked into the building. As he went in though, he stared a bit at Wren before finding himself bumping into a barrel and falling in it head first.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Cerillium » Fri Dec 20, 2013 7:09 am
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by The BranRiech » Fri Dec 20, 2013 7:26 am
by Germanic Templars » Fri Dec 20, 2013 8:02 am
Cerillium wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:Barox let out a small laugh with Wren's comment, though it was more of a nervous laugh, but not the kind of nervous laugh where it sounded as if he were scared or anything, just the kinda nervous laugh when things get awkward or such.
In the end, Barox found himself climbing on top of the hangar as he started with the metal on top.
"Hey Barox!" A tech priest called out.
"Yea, what is it?" He replied, not keeping his eyes off his work.
"You know it would be faster if we took out the support beams first and then part of the wall to let the building crumble."
"Yes but that would ruin the metal."
"Doesn't matter, all of this crap is going to be smelted anyways." The tech priest pointed out.
At this point, Barox nodded his head a bit in agreement and stopped welding. He then climbed down and walked into the building. As he went in though, he stared a bit at Wren before finding himself bumping into a barrel and falling in it head first.
Wren covered a giggle and helped Barox out of his plight (probably making it worse because she needed to physically wrap her arms around his legs and tug him free) and then she vanished into the darkness to assist the other tech priests. They'd gotten most of the support beans taken care of and the buildings were nearly ready to crumble by 4:30 AM.
She wiped her brow and stared at the skyline. It was supposed to be close to sunrise but the light was so watery and thin. Wren opted to finally check all the messages her father had sent through the night. Her eyebrows raised until they were nearly swallowed by her bangs and she sought out Barox.
Undoubtedly, Barox and his crew had received similar reports: tropical storm quickly escalated; Typhoon on the way; Good luck but we can't make landfall; Funeral expenses covered. The only difference was that Ceril had been thoughtful enough to include: and for fuck's sake, stay with the other residents!
by Cerillium » Fri Dec 20, 2013 9:21 am
Swith Witherward wrote:Collab Part III (Don't worry, we're keeping the battle doc for your amusement. We'll clean it up and post it at the very end so you can laugh.)
Naomi’s expression didn’t change as he advanced although the robes concealed her tightened muscles.. In a contest of physical strength, she would automatically lose. She hadn’t even brought a sword. Naomi was naive but not foolish… she knew she’d only end up slicing her own leg off with a blade.
“Atoshmatu, I’m not here to fight you,” she replied, “and I’m not here to establish any title for myself or for any glory. I’ve come for Thriller’s soul. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He didn’t hear her words; she could die like countless others. The sword slashed towards her and struck - nothing. The clean sound of air whistling over the blade echoed in the throne room.
Naomi stepped from behind him, a few severed strands of hair riding the turbulence left in her wake. Her demeanor hadn’t changed and she bowed her head in humble acceptance of his determination to eradicate her.
The former avatar of War stared at his blade and the empty space before him before wheeling around to face her. He’d sensed nothing; there were no traces of magic or enchantment. She’d moved. Impossibly fast. Impossibly.
“You can’t dodge me forever, silly bitch,” Atosh’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “You’ll eventually tire.”
“I’ve come for Thriller’s soul,” she whispered.
“Stop demanding that!” His grip on the blade tightened and then it danced in the light, slashing towards her with determined speed.
Naomi bit her lip as the honed edge sliced through her cloak and into her bicep. She willed herself to not cry out. The fingers on her left hand quickly opened and closed, and then she drew her arm up to clasp her cloak closed, seemingly tucking herself in tighter. The muscles worked, so the damage was minor although exceptionally painful to her. She simply needed to pay more attention, to move faster, to not allow him another chance to strike.
“Atosh, listen to me. You don’t have to do this,” her voice remained patient, as if negotiating with a child over the end of playtime.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Giovenith » Fri Dec 20, 2013 9:59 am
by Cerillium » Fri Dec 20, 2013 10:27 am
Germanic Templars wrote:Barox was standing back marveling at the building's demise. He then got this uncanny feeling in him that something was off. Maybe it was the lack of buildings, maybe lack of troops, or possibly there was a darkening of sky and pick up in wind.. Whatever it was, he found himself alone as everyone else took cover or take the remaining metal and clones in dropships the opposite direction of the typhoon.
In the clinic, small alarm went off. Sapphire rushed to the terminal to see the report. The short range weather tower (Which was behind the clinic at a height of 14 ft high) picked up the typhoon. Worried and panicking a bit, she ran through the clinic just outside the operation room and pound on the door.
"Doctor!" She cried "There is a typhoon inbound."
Dr. Smith was in the process of removing the chip. He paused briefly and looked at the door. "Take cover then, I'll be out when I am done. Please, take Catherine with you."
"But sir!"
"Do as I say, trust me I'll be fine, the doctor knows best."
Sapphire nodded and did as she was told. But where to? There was no secured place in the clinic.
Ooc: anything wrong with this TG me please.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Germanic Templars » Fri Dec 20, 2013 11:17 am
Cerillium wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:Barox was standing back marveling at the building's demise. He then got this uncanny feeling in him that something was off. Maybe it was the lack of buildings, maybe lack of troops, or possibly there was a darkening of sky and pick up in wind.. Whatever it was, he found himself alone as everyone else took cover or take the remaining metal and clones in dropships the opposite direction of the typhoon.
In the clinic, small alarm went off. Sapphire rushed to the terminal to see the report. The short range weather tower (Which was behind the clinic at a height of 14 ft high) picked up the typhoon. Worried and panicking a bit, she ran through the clinic just outside the operation room and pound on the door.
"Doctor!" She cried "There is a typhoon inbound."
Dr. Smith was in the process of removing the chip. He paused briefly and looked at the door. "Take cover then, I'll be out when I am done. Please, take Catherine with you."
"But sir!"
"Do as I say, trust me I'll be fine, the doctor knows best."
Sapphire nodded and did as she was told. But where to? There was no secured place in the clinic.
Ooc: anything wrong with this TG me please.
"Barox?" Wren had slipped her robe over her shoulders and joined him, her hand on his arm. "We can't stay here. We need to get to higher ground. There are caves on the other side of the island. I'm sure the others will head there."
The compound was nearly bare except for the essentials. "All that metal would have been lost if we hadn't worked all night. None of it would have benefited your people. Now we need to grab what we can. Load it up and go. We might be able to use it to secure things once we reach the shelter. The medical supplies might be needed as well."
She hadn't heard the exchange between Smith and Sapphire and was unaware of Datus' state.
by Torsiedelle » Fri Dec 20, 2013 12:56 pm
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