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by Talchyon » Mon Oct 09, 2017 7:22 pm
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by The Cyberiad Council » Mon Oct 09, 2017 9:37 pm
by Higher Japan » Mon Oct 09, 2017 11:58 pm
NOTICE: As of 14/10, the empress has officially been granted greater control of the government, including military and financial sectors. That is all, have a good day.
by Flammaland » Tue Oct 10, 2017 3:17 am
by Kenmoria » Tue Oct 10, 2017 11:31 am
by Cruxa » Wed Oct 11, 2017 11:21 am
San Marlindo wrote:I didn't understand a word of this OP except maybe this is the sort of thing I dwell on when I'm high.
Valgora wrote:But they wouldn't need to take it from your hands. They just need to ban the websites.
Unless you are still using magazines.
Plus, the friction would warm up your hands.
by The Cyberiad Council » Wed Oct 11, 2017 6:14 pm
by Asturial » Thu Oct 12, 2017 8:18 am
by IOTA Corp » Thu Oct 12, 2017 9:30 am
by Kenmoria » Thu Oct 12, 2017 12:26 pm
by Korhal IVV » Fri Oct 13, 2017 6:14 pm
The Cyberiad Council wrote:Vanguard Camp
Angela smiled as Richard approached, but it suddenly vanished as he said Nate hadn't been back in a few hours. She and Cypher looked at each other with concerned expressions (Or at least Angela did, Cypher's face was still hidden behind his mask). "No, it's not like Nate to be late, ever. Cypher, you want to look into it?"
"I'll get right on it." The masked man turned and hurried to the main tent with a near jog.
Angela turned and gave a grateful look to Richard. "Thank you for letting us know Richard. If Nate's been captured we're in trouble. He's one of the only ones that regularly goes out." She noticed Richard looked rather flushed in the heat and gave a half grin. "Let's go see if Tempest can do something about this heat." Angela started walking towards one of the tents reserved for the founders and motioned for Richard to follow. "So you were one of the ones we picked up last week?"
CADMUS Headquarters, Ithica NY
Deputy Administrator General Timothy LeClerc sat in his office, looking rather tensely at the sharply dressed man with bright red hair. "Are you sure, Agent?"
"Oh, I'm quite sure, Mr. LeClerc." Shard leaned forward on the wooden desk. "Give me two minutes with Prophet, and I can get you the location of the Vanguard."
CADMUS field office, Phoenix Branch
(CoWrite between IOTA and Cyberiad)
Nate woke up in one of the small, white cells with a searing pain in his head. After his vision stopped swimming, Nate took in his surroundings. The walls had a hexagonal pattern made out of some white smart material. A cot and a toilet were the only furnishings in the small space. "Great. I'm in One flew over the Cookoo's Nest." Nate tried to summon void energy, but all he got was blue sparks. "Even better."
Nate heard a door slam open, and he moved to the small bulletproof window in the cell's door.
"I was the one that tracked him down, I should be the one to interrogate him!"
"Oh please, you just waited and hoped he showed up again. A tied up monkey could do that."
The second voice sounded familiar to Nate, and then he found out why. Shard and agent Agnew stepped into view, flanked by a squadron of armor-clad agents. The red-haired Shard stood next to the shorter, black-haired Agnew who looked rather pissed.
"Oh look, they rolled out the welcome party." Nate taunted from the cell.
"You won't be laughing for too much longer, Prophet. Open the door." Agnew glared at Shard, but stepped forward and punched in the code to open the cell door. The Armed guards all raised their guns. "I wouldn't try anything. These agents can pump you full of ceramic tipped shells faster than you can open a breach."
"What are you going to do? Torture me?"
"Oh don't be so dramatic..." Shard raised his hand and Nate's arms pinned themselves at his sides. He rotated his hand palm-up, and Nate levitated off the ground. Moving his fingers in a beckoning motion, Nate slowly moved out of the cell and into the ring of the armed guards. "... We have much more civilized ways of gaining information." Shard clamped his palm on Nate's forehead and started to rage through his mind.
Two Hours later
Nate's unconscious form collapsed on the ground, and Shard stumbled slightly. "Well?" Agnew's impatient voice snarled. Shard raised his hand, and Nate flew violently back into the cell. "I got it. Gather the rest of the agents; we're headed for Nebraska."
Grimm
New York
The Reaper effortlessly parried the blow from the minion. In a flurry of scythemanship, Grimm pushed Karathos back, and rotated, placing his hand on Stellasir before he could get close enough to use his sword. His death touch couldn't destroy the soul in the automaton, but it sent it back to its pocket dimension. He winced slightly at the spell but shook it off. His scythe's blade glowed red as he sliced through the staggered Karathos. When the blade finished passing through, a strange ghostly essence floated around the blade. Karathos' soul flew off the bade, and when it hit the automaton, it returned it to the pocket dimension.
"I hear the voiced of the Damned continually, you think your little spell can hurt me? I have billions of years of experience inside me; you're just a kid!" Grimm started to walk towards The Dark Angel, but in a flash of light, he suddenly vanished only to be replaced by a man in a strange looking suit. "I'm sorry, Il-Kaithe, for my associate's hot-headedness. He is needed elsewhere, so you get a pass on that soul. You still have a path to walk, and we may meet again. But until then, remember that the Watchers see everything." The mystery figure suddenly vanished in a flash of light, leaving the dark angel alone.
"Whatever a person may be like, we must still love them because we love God." ~ John Calvin
by Asturial » Fri Oct 13, 2017 9:20 pm
by Kenmoria » Sat Oct 14, 2017 3:33 am
by IOTA Corp » Sat Oct 14, 2017 11:56 pm
by Asturial » Sun Oct 15, 2017 11:53 pm
by Higher Japan » Mon Oct 16, 2017 1:07 am
NOTICE: As of 14/10, the empress has officially been granted greater control of the government, including military and financial sectors. That is all, have a good day.
by Talchyon » Tue Oct 17, 2017 8:45 pm
The Cyberiad Council wrote:Vanguard Camp
Angela smiled as Richard approached, but it suddenly vanished as he said Nate hadn't been back in a few hours. She and Cypher looked at each other with concerned expressions (Or at least Angela did, Cypher's face was still hidden behind his mask). "No, it's not like Nate to be late, ever. Cypher, you want to look into it?"
"I'll get right on it." The masked man turned and hurried to the main tent with a near jog.
Angela turned and gave a grateful look to Richard. "Thank you for letting us know Richard. If Nate's been captured we're in trouble. He's one of the only ones that regularly goes out." She noticed Richard looked rather flushed in the heat and gave a half grin. "Let's go see if Tempest can do something about this heat." Angela started walking towards one of the tents reserved for the founders and motioned for Richard to follow. "So you were one of the ones we picked up last week?"
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Kenmoria » Sat Oct 21, 2017 3:56 am
by Talchyon » Tue Oct 24, 2017 11:27 am
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Kenmoria » Wed Oct 25, 2017 6:00 am
by Talchyon » Wed Oct 25, 2017 10:45 am
Kenmoria wrote:Charles Smithson
Vanguard camp
Charles had been busy working at his desk for the last hour or two, sorting files and re-organising reports. It was a monotonous task, but one that filled him with simple joy. It was in the manner of a child stacking pebbles on the beach, they would become re-ordered many times, some being removed, new ones being added, but the size of the task always remained the same. Of course, in the child`s case it was small fragments of rock eroded to an ellipsoid shape by the sands of time as opposed to Charles' case where it was death certificates. The metaphor still stood firm though.
These thoughts were the ones that filled Charles' head and were the ulterior motives for his continued practition of his task. The irritating side effect was that it took around eight minutes before he noticed the man, in a trenchcoat, looking over him. A relatively quick sear throuth the files he was sorting revealed him to be Richard, an operative who went by the fairly ordinary codenme, "The Artisan". Further thinking about his origins, Charles remembered that he had been at the camp a while. Nowhere near as long as Angela, or that poor woman acting as the generator, but longer than he had after his escape from CADMUS.
All of this thinking and subsequent pondering had greatly slowed down his efficieny, thus Charles resolved that instead of half-heartedly trying to work, he may as well engage in conversation and let someone else deal with the weather - why did Vanguard need the weather anyway? It wasn't as though the rain summoned CADMUS. Releasing a barely audible sigh, Charles spoke, "Hello."
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Kenmoria » Wed Oct 25, 2017 10:58 am
Talchyon wrote:Vanguard Camp near Chadron, NE
Richard Weinkauf (aka "The Artisan")Kenmoria wrote:Charles Smithson
Vanguard camp
Charles had been busy working at his desk for the last hour or two, sorting files and re-organising reports. It was a monotonous task, but one that filled him with simple joy. It was in the manner of a child stacking pebbles on the beach, they would become re-ordered many times, some being removed, new ones being added, but the size of the task always remained the same. Of course, in the child`s case it was small fragments of rock eroded to an ellipsoid shape by the sands of time as opposed to Charles' case where it was death certificates. The metaphor still stood firm though.
These thoughts were the ones that filled Charles' head and were the ulterior motives for his continued practition of his task. The irritating side effect was that it took around eight minutes before he noticed the man, in a trenchcoat, looking over him. A relatively quick sear throuth the files he was sorting revealed him to be Richard, an operative who went by the fairly ordinary codenme, "The Artisan". Further thinking about his origins, Charles remembered that he had been at the camp a while. Nowhere near as long as Angela, or that poor woman acting as the generator, but longer than he had after his escape from CADMUS.
All of this thinking and subsequent pondering had greatly slowed down his efficieny, thus Charles resolved that instead of half-heartedly trying to work, he may as well engage in conversation and let someone else deal with the weather - why did Vanguard need the weather anyway? It wasn't as though the rain summoned CADMUS. Releasing a barely audible sigh, Charles spoke, "Hello."
The poor man was trying hard to function, but it seemed like even the simplest of tasks was a strain for him. Richard felt bad for the man. What had happened to him to turn him into a walking emotional wreck?
"Pardon me. I wasn't meaning to interrupt you. I just wondered if you had seen what the news was saying lately. I'm Richard Weinkauf. Former art teacher. Only been here a week. So I'm still trying to figure things out." (Like, how to read the news of the day, or how not to send Nate back to Phoenix on personal errands.)
by Talchyon » Wed Oct 25, 2017 11:15 am
Kenmoria wrote:Charles Smithson
Vanguard camp
Words are some of the most powerful tools available to society, yet also the most uncontrollable, it was with this fashion the Artisan caused a series of events most disturbing. The following seconds stretched to eternity: a flashback of colours and shapes haunting bare blackness and the taunts and malevolent jeers of things with no corporeal form swarming Charles in a sphere with jagged edges. Chaos roaming deep into his mind, being rammed through by an outsider before the blindingg light pushing away the constricted dark. It was a nightmare compressed into a moment despite Charles being awake. The man was staring at him expectantly and a response was quickly formulated.
"Ah, yes I remember you, you turned up only a few days before my arrival. The names Richard - isn't it? I'm Charles, former author and newspaper editor, now the chief translator and a lowly administrator for Vanguard. Don't worry about bothering me, though my work is engaging, the monotony can occasionally become slightly tiresome. To be honest, company is one of the few things preventing my complete fall into insanity." A humourless laugh, "So, tell me about yourself."
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Kenmoria » Wed Oct 25, 2017 11:35 am
Talchyon wrote:Vanguard camp near Chadron, NE
Richard Weinkauf (aka "The Artisan")
To be unable to help someone happens all too often. Even with his abilities, Richard could tell that this fragile man in front of him needed a kind of help he didn't think he could give. What image was playing out behind his dull eyes? Would Richard even feel safe if he did know?
Still, to be a teacher for so long gave Richard a desire to help people in any need or situation. Much more went into teaching than just what happened in the classroom. And it was this instinct that kicked in for Richard now.
"Good to meet you, Charles. And yes, feel free to call me Richard or Rich. I usually haven't gone by Rich but it's not a bad name in my opinion. Thank you for telling me about your background. As I said, I've just been here a week. Came from Phoenix. Taught art there and a few other places around the country, but was forced into early retirement. Retirement is not all that it's cracked up to be, if you want my opinion. And then one day, I was about to be kidnapped by a few men who were pretending to be FBI agents. And then, some of the Vanguard crew here came to my rescue."
And then, wondered again why so many people feared him. Not to mention his estranged son, Paul. But he wasn't going to bring up Paul now.
by Talchyon » Thu Oct 26, 2017 8:32 pm
Kenmoria wrote:Charles Smithson
Vanguard camp
Backstory discovered and some good conversation starters invoked, all the available tools for a positive social interaction were present; one of the good things about being an author with a degree in English was that Charles considered himself to have social skills above par. Recently this acquisition had faded but the analytical part of his mind still retained the process of determining the best routes to success in an encounter. Success, an odd word to use during a casual meeting of two people but in the (paraphrased) words of the Art Of War, "Everything in life is a battle, from a single word to a mighty war." After his imprisonemnt at the hands of people who probably slept with that book, he finally understood their true meaning.
"Ah yes, early retirement is one of the worst evils in this world. I myself was coerced into it by the threat that loomed upon the horizon - CADMUS. They are the cause of more than a few bad experiences within my life and others. I've no wish to be all doom and gloom, makes for a rather depressing atmosphere, but sometimes I wonder if we have any hope at all against them. I look at our facility, I see a fairly run down building with at least five bricks missing and technology from the 1980s. All it requires is one glance at theirs to be blinded by the sun reflecting off their stainless steel columns and nano-glass." Charles paused for a moment, catching his breath and realising he had made good on the 'doom and gloom' atmosphere he had promised. An attempt to lighten the moment was certainly necessary, "I wonder if anyone stands any hope against this sun though, 26 degrees for four days in a row! It's a wonder the fields outdoors haven't burst into flame yet."
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
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