NationStates

The Rapture Republic wrote:

Low bloods wrote:"Huh, not a bad taste in music."

"Well it differs depending on your mood, sometimes you're as insane as us Lowbloodians, and others you are as relaxed... as us Lowbloodians."
Oni still wasn't all too comfortable about the situation, a bounty, he was an former assassin, he laughed at the thought of having a hit on him. It made him feel uneasy.
]

”That’s your observation, interesting. You have admitted to the crime of attempting to poison the Ashkeran Emperor, in consequence, in accordance to the Imperial Constitution of Ashkera, you’re sentence is death. Resistance is futile.” VictorNet, start to pacing, as the temperature in the room, started to climb to 450 degree fahrenheit by two minutes at a time, the room was formerly 76, now with skip to 90 degrees, continued in counting by twos, each time. His optics (eyes) turned to crimson red, followed with steam radiating off his body, he crossed his arms in front of his face with a magic-defense bubble encompassing him, his entire physical structure ignited into a condense atomic energy, glowing brighter than the sun in the sky. With one word, ”Hell’s Judgement.” unleashing 59 thousand joules of condensed energy, in sporadic directions, scorching the surface of the planet from north, south, east, and west, inflicting apocalyptic destruction, incinerating everything in the direction of the atomic beam, the beam unleashed by the justification-obsessed sociopathic magical android, would’ve destroy the planet, however, such as as veteran mage; used spells for nullification spells to weaken the destructive capabilities of the attack, preventing the mage from going overkill, if city-destroying magic wasn’t already with the energy cut to only a third fraction of its actual power, aforementioned.


(Haven’t combat RP in awhile, so I’m a novice, when it comes to regulating the power of a character.)

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:"16 gigabytes... certainly odd. Either this footage has extremely demanding specs or it must be extremely long timewise..." Voormeulen stated. "Are you sure this will be compatible with our current imageviewing technologies?"

"With the technology gained from the Third Great War, we'd probably be able to make video games with graphics that make James Cameron's Avatar look like the first Metal Gear... let's just bring it back to the lab after and overview it. Could give us a mark on who we should look out for, maybe take out the targets prior." Pieter said as Voormeulen put the USB in his pocket, in return Pieter taking out RR10,000 in hundred-notes and handing it to Clarissa. "This is just a little reward for helping us in our efforts."

Indeed! It is simply a video with good bitrate, so it will be fine! Hmm, thank you, my friend! I can buy more flowers and kittens with this, hm hm hm!

Valentine Z wrote:

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:"16 gigabytes... certainly odd. Either this footage has extremely demanding specs or it must be extremely long timewise..." Voormeulen stated. "Are you sure this will be compatible with our current imageviewing technologies?"

"With the technology gained from the Third Great War, we'd probably be able to make video games with graphics that make James Cameron's Avatar look like the first Metal Gear... let's just bring it back to the lab after and overview it. Could give us a mark on who we should look out for, maybe take out the targets prior." Pieter said as Voormeulen put the USB in his pocket, in return Pieter taking out RR10,000 in hundred-notes and handing it to Clarissa. "This is just a little reward for helping us in our efforts."

Indeed! It is simply a video with good bitrate, so it will be fine! Hmm, thank you, my friend! I can buy more flowers and kittens with this, hm hm hm!
- Exuberant Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya “La Amoureux Chéri” Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Harumi

Ahh, dear! Please never, ever change! You're always the beacon of sunshine that we need, always programmed with happiness in mind.
- Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing

San Lumen wrote:Leo went to the bar to get a drink. He was bit annoyed that none of his friends at the bar acknowledged him. "Mouffan could I get a Mojito?" Moments later a Mojito is slid down the bar to Leo.

"seems like people here have forgotten me." Leo told Mouffan.

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:

San Lumen wrote:Leo went to the bar to get a drink. He was bit annoyed that none of his friends at the bar acknowledged him. "Mouffan could I get a Mojito?" Moments later a Mojito is slid down the bar to Leo.

"seems like people here have forgotten me." Leo told Mouffan.

"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

Fatatatutti wrote:

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

"It's better to be good and be forgotten than to be remembered for being bad," General Castro-Stalina mused. "Mickey Chang said that." She took another drink, though it was becoming redundant. "He may have been quoting Shakespeare."

San Lumen wrote:

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:
"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

"well that would be one way to do it. I was given superhuman abilities via a military experiment, including superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, endurance, healing and senses. Id probably be nearly impossible to beat in a fight unless it was against Thanos." Leo responded

Fatatatutti wrote:

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

"It's better to be good and be forgotten than to be remembered for being bad," General Castro-Stalina mused. "Mickey Chang said that." She took another drink, though it was becoming redundant. "He may have been quoting Shakespeare."

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:

San Lumen wrote:
"well that would be one way to do it. I was given superhuman abilities via a military experiment, including superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, endurance, healing and senses. Id probably be nearly impossible to beat in a fight unless it was against Thanos." Leo responded

"Well, judging by the powers listed, it wouldn't be nigh impossible. I'm sure anyone with powerful enough magic could take you down. I'd think even Team Fortress could no-sell you. But I'm not underestimating you; you clearly seem to know what you're capable of. Infact, you could easily make a name for yourself, to echo round the world for generations to come, be it a hero or a conqueror." Pieter said. "I don't have any powers or anything close to the sort, but look where I am now."

Fatatatutti wrote:"It's better to be good and be forgotten than to be remembered for being bad," General Castro-Stalina mused. "Mickey Chang said that." She took another drink, though it was becoming redundant. "He may have been quoting Shakespeare."

"Is it bad, though? Hitler is considered by many to be 'bad', but he's a hero in the hearts of many, including myself. Or what about your own, like Stalin or Mao? They've killed millions, and were ruthless in their rule, but here you are carrying their ideas." Pieter said. "Good and bad are very subjective words, my friend. In my eyes, everything I've done is in the right, and whether the world likes it or not, I believe I have spared them from degeneracy."

San Lumen wrote:

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:
"Well, judging by the powers listed, it wouldn't be nigh impossible. I'm sure anyone with powerful enough magic could take you down. I'd think even Team Fortress could no-sell you. But I'm not underestimating you; you clearly seem to know what you're capable of. Infact, you could easily make a name for yourself, to echo round the world for generations to come, be it a hero or a conqueror." Pieter said. "I don't have any powers or anything close to the sort, but look where I am now."



"Is it bad, though? Hitler is considered by many to be 'bad', but he's a hero in the hearts of many, including myself. Or what about your own, like Stalin or Mao? They've killed millions, and were ruthless in their rule, but here you are carrying their ideas." Pieter said. "Good and bad are very subjective words, my friend. In my eyes, everything I've done is in the right, and whether the world likes it or not, I believe I have spared them from degeneracy."

"Magic could probably do the trick. Im also a black belt in marital arts and a Galactic Police officer. What is Team Fortress? Im not familiar with it." Leo asked as he had some more of his Mojito.

The South Falls wrote:May turned her head, and found Pieter standing there, talking. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I thought I killed that son of a bitch!" Her eyes glazed, fangs protruding, and she clenched her fists. Violet was directly in front of her, sitting on a barstool, watching the new conversations. Violet noticed her very... aggressive look. Violet primed herself. It would take a lot to stop May, but that was what she did. Violet flew off her seat, arms out, and pulled May to the ground. She whispered in her ear, glaring. "We're not having a repeat, got it?"


She then jumped up, dusted off her T-shirt, and smiled.

May got off the floor herself and sat down near Pieter. At her first moment of convenience, she tapped him. "How are you back?"

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:

Fatatatutti wrote:"It's better to be good and be forgotten than to be remembered for being bad," General Castro-Stalina mused. "Mickey Chang said that." She took another drink, though it was becoming redundant. "He may have been quoting Shakespeare."

"Is it bad, though? Hitler is considered by many to be 'bad', but he's a hero in the hearts of many, including myself. Or what about your own, like Stalin or Mao? They've killed millions, and were ruthless in their rule, but here you are carrying their ideas." Pieter said. "Good and bad are very subjective words, my friend. In my eyes, everything I've done is in the right, and whether the world likes it or not, I believe I have spared them from degeneracy."

The South Falls wrote:May turned her head, and found Pieter standing there, talking. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I thought I killed that son of a bitch!" Her eyes glazed, fangs protruding, and she clenched her fists. Violet was directly in front of her, sitting on a barstool, watching the new conversations. Violet noticed her very... aggressive look. Violet primed herself. It would take a lot to stop May, but that was what she did. Violet flew off her seat, arms out, and pulled May to the ground. She whispered in her ear, glaring. "We're not having a repeat, got it?"


She then jumped up, dusted off her T-shirt, and smiled.

May got off the floor herself and sat down near Pieter. At her first moment of convenience, she tapped him. "How are you back?"

The Rapture Republic wrote:

Low bloods wrote:"Huh, not a bad taste in music."

"Well it differs depending on your mood, sometimes you're as insane as us Lowbloodians, and others you are as relaxed... as us Lowbloodians."
Oni still wasn't all too comfortable about the situation, a bounty, he was an former assassin, he laughed at the thought of having a hit on him. It made him feel uneasy.
]

”That’s your observation, interesting. You have admitted to the crime of attempting to poison the Ashkeran Emperor, in consequence, in accordance to the Imperial Constitution of Ashkera, you’re sentence is death. Resistance is futile.” VictorNet, start to pacing, as the temperature in the room, started to climb to 450 degree fahrenheit by two minutes at a time, the room was formerly 76, now with skip to 90 degrees, continued in counting by twos, each time. His optics (eyes) turned to crimson red, followed with steam radiating off his body, he crossed his arms in front of his face with a magic-defense bubble encompassing him, his entire physical structure ignited into a condense atomic energy, glowing brighter than the sun in the sky. With one word, ”Hell’s Judgement.” unleashing 59 thousand joules of condensed energy, in sporadic directions, scorching the surface of the planet from north, south, east, and west, inflicting apocalyptic destruction, incinerating everything in the direction of the atomic beam, the beam unleashed by the justification-obsessed sociopathic magical android, would’ve destroy the planet, however, such as as veteran mage; used spells for nullification spells to weaken the destructive capabilities of the attack, preventing the mage from going overkill, if city-destroying magic wasn’t already with the energy cut to only a third fraction of its actual power, aforementioned.


(Haven’t combat RP in awhile, so I’m a novice, when it comes to regulating the power of a character. Also, VictorNet’s next attacks aren’t going to powerful as this one, due the strain it inflicts on him.)

Low bloods wrote:"Where have you found this information?"
Oni was still hidden as this action was far expected. Though when he would the voices would hone in on VictorNet.
"Do you really intend on fighting me, because if you do I'll make sure it's a fight that you will receive."

It wasn't magic, that was keeping him hidden, it's something all rulers of low blood have, they let off a scent that when inhaled or is close enough enter the pores of the skin will effect someone.
Also if any robot, or machine lays eyes on one it has a similar effect through code. This'll fry any security cameras but just give the same effect it does to a human through AI, synths, ect.

Valentine Z wrote:

Low bloods wrote:"Where have you found this information?"
Oni was still hidden as this action was far expected. Though when he would the voices would hone in on VictorNet.
"Do you really intend on fighting me, because if you do I'll make sure it's a fight that you will receive."

It wasn't magic, that was keeping him hidden, it's something all rulers of low blood have, they let off a scent that when inhaled or is close enough enter the pores of the skin will effect someone.
Also if any robot, or machine lays eyes on one it has a similar effect through code. This'll fry any security cameras but just give the same effect it does to a human through AI, synths, ect.

Clarissa was indirectly damaged by the scent. Oops?

// SYSTEM ERROR! SYSTEM ERROR! ABORTING OPERATIONS... 4,523,687,000 OPERATIONS CEASED.
// SHUTTING OFF SYSTEM256!
- Exuberant Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya “La Amoureux Chéri” Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Harumi

All of this while Gwen was still unconscious, and Valentijn was more or less unaffected due to his radiation healing him.

What the... wat heb je mijn vrouw verdomme gedaan (what the fuck did you do to my wife) ?!
- Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:

The South Falls wrote:May turned her head, and found Pieter standing there, talking. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I thought I killed that son of a bitch!" Her eyes glazed, fangs protruding, and she clenched her fists. Violet was directly in front of her, sitting on a barstool, watching the new conversations. Violet noticed her very... aggressive look. Violet primed herself. It would take a lot to stop May, but that was what she did. Violet flew off her seat, arms out, and pulled May to the ground. She whispered in her ear, glaring. "We're not having a repeat, got it?"


She then jumped up, dusted off her T-shirt, and smiled.

May got off the floor herself and sat down near Pieter. At her first moment of convenience, she tapped him. "How are you back?"

"How am I back!? How did I die to begin with is what I want to know." Pieter said. "Maybe you can inform me? I've semi-forgotten who you actually are, to be honest, but you look like an oddly suspicious fellow, I'll put it there."

"There's probably been a confuddling with the alternate universes, I suppose. Pieter must have died in some other form prior to his current state here. That's the most logical explaination I can give, full stop." Voormeulen said.

The South Falls wrote:

Afrikaaners Ryk wrote:
"How am I back!? How did I die to begin with is what I want to know." Pieter said. "Maybe you can inform me? I've semi-forgotten who you actually are, to be honest, but you look like an oddly suspicious fellow, I'll put it there."

"There's probably been a confuddling with the alternate universes, I suppose. Pieter must have died in some other form prior to his current state here. That's the most logical explaination I can give, full stop." Voormeulen said.

May gave a blank expression. "Makes about as much sense as anything else around here." She blinked, scratching her eyes.
"I'm May. You probably know me well in a different universe."

New Castillan Empire wrote:

The South Falls wrote:May turned her head, and found Pieter standing there, talking. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I thought I killed that son of a bitch!" Her eyes glazed, fangs protruding, and she clenched her fists. Violet was directly in front of her, sitting on a barstool, watching the new conversations. Violet noticed her very... aggressive look. Violet primed herself. It would take a lot to stop May, but that was what she did. Violet flew off her seat, arms out, and pulled May to the ground. She whispered in her ear, glaring. "We're not having a repeat, got it?"


She then jumped up, dusted off her T-shirt, and smiled.

May got off the floor herself and sat down near Pieter. At her first moment of convenience, she tapped him. "How are you back?"

"Please, don't pull this shit again. Isn't it against your philosiphy now to kill people? You rid him once, it should be enough to satisfy you." Celaeno said.

"And speaking of killing, it's fucking 37 degrees outside, I'm being cooked like an egg..." Alejandro, one of the new guards, said as a familiar-sounding tune slowly got louder as it parked right across the way from the saloon.

"Hey, amigos! Come here and get some ice-cream!" Eliah, the blood elf, now dressed in a pink shirt, a white cap and a white apron came out from the ice-cream truck. "We got at least 250 different flavours here, plus toppings, icecream sandwiches and gelato! Come on down, hermanos!"

The South Falls wrote:

New Castillan Empire wrote:
"Please, don't pull this shit again. Isn't it against your philosiphy now to kill people? You rid him once, it should be enough to satisfy you." Celaeno said.

"And speaking of killing, it's fucking 37 degrees outside, I'm being cooked like an egg..." Alejandro, one of the new guards, said as a familiar-sounding tune slowly got louder as it parked right across the way from the saloon.

"Hey, amigos! Come here and get some ice-cream!" Eliah, the blood elf, now dressed in a pink shirt, a white cap and a white apron came out from the ice-cream truck. "We got at least 250 different flavours here, plus toppings, icecream sandwiches and gelato! Come on down, hermanos!"

May just ignored it. She really hadn't got that much better since that terrible time months ago. Though, people hadn't died by her hand yet that month. "Damn. She's really got this whole restaurant thing going. I'll buy." May motioned Violet towards her, and they both walked to the truck. Whispering to one another, they plopped down N$1000, and May leaned on the truck. "Whatever amount of chocolate this will buy us."

Fatatatutti wrote:At the words 'ice cream truck' there was a loud, "Quack!" in the background. So Alphonse hadn't left after all. Funny how his hillbilly accent disappeared - 'wek' becoming 'quack' - at the pospect of ice cream. No doubt he'd be on his way outside to cadge a free lick. So what had happened to Fish? The General hoped he hadn't had a tragic encounter with the chip fryer, which would necessitate yet another secret replacement.