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by **Utceforp** » Sun Jun 10, 2012 2:31 pm

The space core stopped banging into the invisible thing's side, and started jumping up and down. "Ooooh! Ooooh! Are you an alien? An alien from space?!" The fact core rolled over to the space core. "Fact: Space does not exist. Cores that insist on going to space are inferior to those that don't."

Wheatley rolled over to the Aperture shack. "I'm going down there, if anyone wants to follow me, come on."

by **Teotan** » Sun Jun 10, 2012 3:26 pm

Las Bizantinas
Twenty (Presumed) Kilometers North of the Japanese Area

It had been a long walk for the Father. One he felt was being watched by something smaller. Longer because at times, the land seemed to shift. He had no internal compass, no guidance. But he could feel the city getting closer, the gateway to riches. Leave soul at the tollbooth. That was how Las Bizantinas worked, you traded your life, integrity and rationality for riches. So sad, that Fray Felicidad was the only sane one without ethical or mental issues. If only there were more like him, with their facilities rebuilt from the old way of thinking to a new shining monument of sanity. There was Fallen, but he was to reserved and soft on the druggies. Such a waste of phase shifting metal.

The city rose up, its foundations of concrete and sand a pillar in this small piece of desert. The flag of Mexico stood still, the eagle biting the snake solemnly. So sad that the snakes were poisoning and destroying the eagle. It was good to be home, but he couldn't linger for long. They might assault the facility that Wheatley came from, purging it for their own purpose. His train of thought was interrupted by gunshots and radio signals.

"-odas la capas posibles, se necesitan en la Plaza Eterna. Hay asaltos en las calles 10 y 8, generalmente en los bancos. Si ven- mierda!"

The signal went dry. Either the convergences jammed it or the gangs had started a full out assault. While some were more popular than the government, a full out war would be met with civilian force. No one wanted to pay tribute to the cartels weekly.

Fray Felicidad climbed up the wall of sand and rock, until he found his target: a drainage pipe. It had smelled like excrement and waste, but nothing came out ever since the cartels had blocked it to aid in smuggling. He had taken it over years before, and made it his own emergency stop. He couldn't make his presence known if he was leaving town. Granted, it had no van or any vehicle but what it did would suffice. He climbed up into it, seeing the darkness. Not that it was a problem. He needed no light, as his eyes would adjust much more than an ordinary humans'. He smiled under the smiley hood and helmet.

His bag of guns was untouched. It wasn't his whole arsenal, but it would do. He ran towards it, opening it, inspecting them. [i]Excellent, the M14 was in working order. Slide good. Ah, the MAC-10, compact enough to work. There are also five FX-05s in here, in case I get a militia. The M37 Ithaca is full of ammo, slugs. Too bad I have no launchers. Oh well, three guns besides my revolvers, just shy of a few thousand bullets. Life is good. Very good.

He then put the bag down, looking around until he found the dummy that carried his ace in the hole: a specially built armor vest that was made of a bulletproof vest and titanium tank armor. It was heavy, sure, but it made him a walking tank. He was ready. Not for the shock that the meadow and woods had moved twenty miles closer. There was the dragon, and the balls. Wolves too. It was like a drug addict's picnic, only he was too sober to know what that felt like.

He jumped down, using a grappling hook to slow his descent. Running towards the group, he noticed a blue and white... Thing. Judging by trends, it was friendly. But you never knew, not with aliens. Black and white was blue and orange to them, with fratricide being a rite of passage among some or incest regarded as sex training. Who knew what went on in their heads.

"Oye, burros. I brought guns for those who might need them."

[spoiler=]This whole post is over a span of hours. Hope no one minds the land shifts.[/spoiler]

by **Mewsland** » Sun Jun 10, 2012 8:32 pm

Ai sighed. Those cores would not shut up, and she already had a roaring headache from trying to sort out the grudges carried by those in the converging universes. "Hey. Cores! Put a sock in it and let me focus on the plan for a while, please!" Turning to Wheatley, she calmed down a few notches, seeing as how the blue-and-grey object had not started to annoy her - yet. "Wheatley, you might need some help down there. I'll come as well. Plus, it'll get those damn cores out of my hair."

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Sun Jun 10, 2012 8:52 pm

Ignoring for the most part all of the other conversations, Howard continued to ponder what Ai had said about the three possible solutions to the problem at handd. Finally a conclusion struck him, and he looked for Ai, noticing her leaving with the blue and gray metal ball. Before catching up to her, he looked around at the crowd that had gathered. The only thought that went through his mind was that they were certainly much weirder than Ragnar's lot.

"If the third option is the one that represents the most risk, and the second option should only be used as a last ditch effort, then wouldn't the correct choice be the first option?" He said to Ai.

by **Mewsland** » Sun Jun 10, 2012 10:14 pm

"All things being equal," Ai explained, "you would be correct, Howard." However, things are not equal. We have no knowledge of the cause of the convergence. My solutions will only treat the symptoms, leaving nothing to prevent the convergence from reforming. Until we know what's pulling in these universes, we can't take action, lest our actions exacerbate the problem."

by **Lancearc** » Mon Jun 11, 2012 4:42 pm

"Well it doesn't seem likely that we'll find much out about what's causing this by standing by this lake and talking all day, action must be taken sooner or later." Winston said, noticing that Ai had agreed to go with the blue and grey ball, Wheatley, down into some structure the ball seemed familiar with. "I'll tag along as well, it's better than standing still without taking any action."

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Mon Jun 11, 2012 5:03 pm

Howard listened to Ai's explanation as he followed her and Wheatley to the facility. Her words made sense, and so he decided to say nothing more about it. They needed to understand what was causing the Convergence before understanding how to undo it... If it could even be undone. He watched Winston walk over to tag along with Ai, and continued to follow the blue and gray ball to the facility.

by **Malshan** » Mon Jun 11, 2012 5:08 pm

Fenrir took in the sight of the giant and grew accordingly so that he would speak directly to the creature. "I have not that ability, for they are not of my world. You seem to be coping okay with the miniscule amounts of energy that they impart upon you." He shrugged, his form shimmering as he looked around at the group of animals. None of them were wolves, and thus he had no control over them. Fenrir sighed and turned back to Morpheus. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Fenrir the Wolf God, son of Loki God of Mischief and Fire. These are my children, Skoll and Hati Hróðvitnisson. And who are you?"

by **Sentinel XV** » Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:13 pm

Morpheus' biometric scanner implant streamed the information from its preliminary scan of this Fenrir directly to his irises, where it was displayed in the form of a translucent chart that overlayed his normal vision. Noting that a file had been established, Morpheus closed the chart with a simple thought and stored it along with the others.

"Excuse me if my intentions were vague," he said solemnly to the Wolf-God, "what I should have said was: these creatures should cease their fire or risk extermination. There, that is better. No discrepancies in meaning, now. But I do digress, Fenrir the Wolf God, if indeed you are a God. I am Morpheus."

by **Vaugania** » Tue Jun 12, 2012 8:58 am

Ash saw that his attacks weren't having any effect on the wall. He half-frowned and Squirtle, Charizard, Muk, Bulbasaur, and Snorlax went back inside their Pokeballs. Ash noticed Ai and some of the others walking away. He briskly jogged over to join them. Wherever they were going had to be more productive or interesting than the lakeside.

by **Teotan** » Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:01 am

Wheatley's Facility

After Fray Felicidad left the rifles in the grass for the others to grab with an extra clip, he followed Ai and Wheatley inside. It was dark in there, due to the lack of power. The Fray looked around, and saw the two flanked by the three fool cores.

"Ai, Wheatley, it's me. I got your rear. In case this convergence thing summons up a beast or something unfriendly."

by **Lancearc** » Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:07 am

Winston had taken one of the large caliber flintlocks out of his coat and drawn his well-crafted saber as soon as he'd entered the facility, and the soldier at his side held his musket forward, bayonet out front, and stepped lightly so he didn't shove the blade into anyone's back if they stopped or backed up unexpected. Winston noticed that the other man had returned, sporting a futuristic-looking weapon, though it wasn't strange as it would've been under normal circumstances. He nodded after the man had mention a rip occuring while they trekked within the facility.

"Aye, but if it does summon up some hell-spawned monster it can be sure to take a bloody big ball of flying lead to the face." he said, the soldier beside him nodding silently.

by **Nature-Spirits** » Tue Jun 12, 2012 7:46 pm

Blair, in her human form, zomed around teh city perched on top of a giant pumpkin. She was pouting, as Soul Eater (or Soul, as everyone called him) had refused her yet again. Like, her boobs were huge, and both of them knew it! It was totally unfair.
Suddenly she realised that the city was rumbling around her. The pumpkin stopped, and she looked around curiously. She looked up at the DWMA (Death Weapon Meister Academy) to see that one of the massive candles adorning it no longer had a flame. Which, as far as she knew, had never happened before. "What's happening?" the magical cat screeched, her lips quavering.
She never got an answer, as the air opened up before her and sucked her in.

Blair tumbled out of the sky toward a lake, clutching her hat to her head. A wail filled the air, and she realised that it was coming from her own mouth. She closed it, cutting off the noise of terror, and closed her eyes. "Pum-pum-pumpkin!" she called out, and a giant floating pumpkin appeared under her, catching her just a few metres above the lake. Seeing people, as well as strange... things, she cried, "Hey, where are we?!"

by **Strykla** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:57 pm

Asp was running now. It was twilight, when the human senses were dullest, but he was damn scared. His NV goggles were down and he was pounding forward; he had to use hand signals. The terrorists were hunting them; he could hear dogs, probably bloodhounds or Belgian Malinois, sniffing and occasionally barking. They all had thermal and optical cloaks, so their night vision wouldn't work, but they left a scent. And Arclight was carrying a hundred extra pounds of nuclear weapon. That W48 was incredible heavy; they couldn't ditch it, but he wouldn't be able to keep the pace with the W48 on his back.

So they were running out of options. They were outgunned; there was at least a platoon, maybe two on their trail. They had far better stealth, but the dogs would get them eventually. And the nuke very much restricted the mobility of whoever was carrying it. A sling wouldn't do in this forest; it would leave all too clear a trail.

And, of all things, rain started. The NV goggles had to be turned off; the optical camo, too. How much worse could this get?

Well, at least they hadn't been found by goatherders. Teutoburg Forest wasn't Afghanistan, but it still sucked. The rain got harder; they were right in between two large mountains, following a stream to the pickup zone. But they had to lose the dogs. And they had no way to do that. A lightning bolt in the distance lit the night up for a second. He suddenly realized they could use the lightning: Shit got worse. And as he was about to order them to try to get up the eastern slope, another lightning bolt struck; Asp blacked out.

He woke up on his back. The rain was gone. The forest was there, but it sure as hell didn't look like Teutoburg: There was a lake right there. What the hell just happened? A dream? No, he remembered it all too clearly. He called out in a hushed yell, "Adder! Report!"

"Arclight ain't here, Asp." That was Alien. "And some strange shit's happenin'. Check it out."

They were in cover behind a fallen log. Since he'd been out for at least a few hours, as evidenced by the fact it was daytime, he didn't need the NVGs; He pushed them up his helmet. The active camo was working now. He was concerned about Arclight: where was the rifleman? Then, his attention was captured by several things he didn't think he saw correctly....

Arclight tripped over a log: he was rushing. He fell over it and landed directly on a large stick coming out of the ground; it went through the side of his leg some ways almost like a knife. He let out a hushed, out-of-breath cry. He breathed with almost a squeak in his voice. Arclight had been running towards like lake: that's where the the Tac-Com said they were. And he was scared shitless. Gathering his strength, he lifted his leg out of the stick - It hadn't penetrated that deep, but hurt enough to make walking very hard. And the damn W48 was still strapped to the top of his pack! He fell over once more, thankfully not on the stick or his leg, but regained his balance and walked towards the lake.

The trees stopped. He could feel the blood coming out of the hole in his leg, or rather the blood soaking his pant leg. It almost annoyed him. He didn't realize that not ten meters away was a robot and a wolf(No, three), or something like that. And beyond that was somebody on a pumpkin.... In mid-air.

"What. The. Fuck." He charged his MR-C, loading the first caseless bullet into the breech. He raised the rifle, approached, and yelled through the balaclava, "On the ground, motherfuckers, now!"

by **Malshan** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:06 pm

Strykla wrote:Asp was running now. It was twilight, when the human senses were dullest, but he was damn scared. His NV goggles were down and he was pounding forward; he had to use hand signals. The terrorists were hunting them; he could hear dogs, probably bloodhounds or Belgian Malinois, sniffing and occasionally barking. They all had thermal and optical cloaks, so their night vision wouldn't work, but they left a scent. And Arclight was carrying a hundred extra pounds of nuclear weapon. That W48 was incredible heavy; they couldn't ditch it, but he wouldn't be able to keep the pace with the W48 on his back.

So they were running out of options. They were outgunned; there was at least a platoon, maybe two on their trail. They had far better stealth, but the dogs would get them eventually. And the nuke very much restricted the mobility of whoever was carrying it. A sling wouldn't do in this forest; it would leave all too clear a trail.

And, of all things, rain started. The NV goggles had to be turned off; the optical camo, too. How much worse could this get?

Well, at least they hadn't been found by goatherders. Teutoburg Forest wasn't Afghanistan, but it still sucked. The rain got harder; they were right in between two large mountains, following a stream to the pickup zone. But they had to lose the dogs. And they had no way to do that. A lightning bolt in the distance lit the night up for a second. He suddenly realized they could use the lightning: Shit got worse. And as he was about to order them to try to get up the eastern slope, another lightning bolt struck; Asp blacked out.

He woke up on his back. The rain was gone. The forest was there, but it sure as hell didn't look like Teutoburg: There was a lake right there. What the hell just happened? A dream? No, he remembered it all too clearly. He called out in a hushed yell, "Adder! Report!"

"Arclight ain't here, Asp." That was Alien. "And some strange shit's happenin'. Check it out."

They were in cover behind a fallen log. Since he'd been out for at least a few hours, as evidenced by the fact it was daytime, he didn't need the NVGs; He pushed them up his helmet. The active camo was working now. He was concerned about Arclight: where was the rifleman? Then, his attention was captured by several things he didn't think he saw correctly....

Arclight tripped over a log: he was rushing. He fell over it and landed directly on a large stick coming out of the ground; it went through the side of his leg some ways almost like a knife. He let out a hushed, out-of-breath cry. He breathed with almost a squeak in his voice. Arclight had been running towards like lake: that's where the the Tac-Com said they were. And he was scared shitless. Gathering his strength, he lifted his leg out of the stick - It hadn't penetrated that deep, but hurt enough to make walking very hard. And the damn W48 was still strapped to the top of his pack! He fell over once more, thankfully not on the stick or his leg, but regained his balance and walked towards the lake.

The trees stopped. He could feel the blood coming out of the hole in his leg, or rather the blood soaking his pant leg. It almost annoyed him. He didn't realize that not ten meters away was a robot and a wolf(No, three), or something like that. And beyond that was somebody on a pumpkin.... In mid-air.

"What. The. Fuck." He charged his MR-C, loading the first caseless bullet into the breech. He raised the rifle, approached, and yelled through the balaclava, "On the ground, motherfuckers, now!"

OOC: Finally, something fun to respond to...
Also Stry, shoot me, will you?

Fenrir turned slightly just in time to not quite see something raise a metal rod and point it at him and the others. His ears quickly folded back against his skull as he snarled at the thing he was scenting. It yelled something that sounded like a curse, and began issuing panicked orders while cowering behind its weapon. Fenrir's nostrils flared as he caught the scent of human blood, and his pupils dilated. "This might be good practice, my children. Let's hunt, shall we?" said Fenrir to Skoll and Hati, speaking Asgardian.

The three bipedal wolves dropped to all fours and began moving toward the bleeding soldier, snarling and baring their teeth. After a few seconds of that, Fenrir leapt forward, aiming for the human's legs.

by **Utceforp** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:19 pm

Wheatley turned to the others gathered there. "Thanks, I'll be honest though, this isn't just to find the ASHPD, GLaDOS launched me into space, it's also kind of a "revenge" thing, if that's alright with you. Also, I should probably warn you, she's bloody massive, so I would start worrying, if that's the kind of thing you like to do. Actually, if you want to leave right now, that's perfectly alright, but now's the time to voice your reservations to going inside." He paused, waiting for someone to say something. After a few seconds, he realized he had waited long enough, and rolled over to the elevator, where he plugged himself in. "Alright, this elevator will take us straight down to her chamber, where you can essentially replace her head with me." He paused again. "Umm, errr, if anyone thinks that they're too late to voice any reservations to going down there, don't be, I'm always open to just leaving right now, and never ever going inside this torture chamber of a building ever again. In fact, how about leaving is plan A, and going down there is plan B. I'll let you decide, though." With that, he called up an elevator and opened the door. "Hop in, if that's what you want to do, still open to leaving, don't feel like your voice is unheard."

The space core, fact core, and adventure core rolled over to a strange woman in black clothing, another strange being who had fallen from the sky. "Hey baby, did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Get it? Cause you just fell from the sky? It's funny! Just in case you didn't know how I can pull off a joke like that, let me tell you. I got a black belt. In humour. Just in case yer curious I got a black belt in pretty much everything else too. Karate. Kung-fu. Ju-jitsu. Ching-chonging. Basket-weaving. Bedroom. Magic. Karate. Ninja-ing. Bedroom. Black belt listing. Yeah, I got a black belt in alla those things."

by **Lancearc** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:23 pm

Winston gazed over at the soldier at his side, and his stalwart companion simply shook his head. Winston nodded, stepping forward with the ball they now called Wheatley. "It'd seem the only course of action that'll achieve anything as of now is doing this, we'll come along." he said, stepping forward into the elevator and turning to face the others, awaiting what he assumed would happen, hopefully everyone electing to follow along, though the sphere seemed to have a fear of the machine the referred to as GLaDOS.

by **Strykla** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:33 pm

Malshan wrote:
Strykla wrote:Asp was running now. It was twilight, when the human senses were dullest, but he was damn scared. His NV goggles were down and he was pounding forward; he had to use hand signals. The terrorists were hunting them; he could hear dogs, probably bloodhounds or Belgian Malinois, sniffing and occasionally barking. They all had thermal and optical cloaks, so their night vision wouldn't work, but they left a scent. And Arclight was carrying a hundred extra pounds of nuclear weapon. That W48 was incredible heavy; they couldn't ditch it, but he wouldn't be able to keep the pace with the W48 on his back.

So they were running out of options. They were outgunned; there was at least a platoon, maybe two on their trail. They had far better stealth, but the dogs would get them eventually. And the nuke very much restricted the mobility of whoever was carrying it. A sling wouldn't do in this forest; it would leave all too clear a trail.

And, of all things, rain started. The NV goggles had to be turned off; the optical camo, too. How much worse could this get?

Well, at least they hadn't been found by goatherders. Teutoburg Forest wasn't Afghanistan, but it still sucked. The rain got harder; they were right in between two large mountains, following a stream to the pickup zone. But they had to lose the dogs. And they had no way to do that. A lightning bolt in the distance lit the night up for a second. He suddenly realized they could use the lightning: Shit got worse. And as he was about to order them to try to get up the eastern slope, another lightning bolt struck; Asp blacked out.

He woke up on his back. The rain was gone. The forest was there, but it sure as hell didn't look like Teutoburg: There was a lake right there. What the hell just happened? A dream? No, he remembered it all too clearly. He called out in a hushed yell, "Adder! Report!"

"Arclight ain't here, Asp." That was Alien. "And some strange shit's happenin'. Check it out."

They were in cover behind a fallen log. Since he'd been out for at least a few hours, as evidenced by the fact it was daytime, he didn't need the NVGs; He pushed them up his helmet. The active camo was working now. He was concerned about Arclight: where was the rifleman? Then, his attention was captured by several things he didn't think he saw correctly....

Arclight tripped over a log: he was rushing. He fell over it and landed directly on a large stick coming out of the ground; it went through the side of his leg some ways almost like a knife. He let out a hushed, out-of-breath cry. He breathed with almost a squeak in his voice. Arclight had been running towards like lake: that's where the the Tac-Com said they were. And he was scared shitless. Gathering his strength, he lifted his leg out of the stick - It hadn't penetrated that deep, but hurt enough to make walking very hard. And the damn W48 was still strapped to the top of his pack! He fell over once more, thankfully not on the stick or his leg, but regained his balance and walked towards the lake.

The trees stopped. He could feel the blood coming out of the hole in his leg, or rather the blood soaking his pant leg. It almost annoyed him. He didn't realize that not ten meters away was a robot and a wolf(No, three), or something like that. And beyond that was somebody on a pumpkin.... In mid-air.

"What. The. Fuck." He charged his MR-C, loading the first caseless bullet into the breech. He raised the rifle, approached, and yelled through the balaclava, "On the ground, motherfuckers, now!"

OOC: Finally, something fun to respond to...
Also Stry, shoot me, will you?

Fenrir turned slightly just in time to not quite see something raise a metal rod and point it at him and the others. His ears quickly folded back against his skull as he snarled at the thing he was scenting. It yelled something that sounded like a curse, and began issuing panicked orders while cowering behind its weapon. Fenrir's nostrils flared as he caught the scent of human blood, and his pupils dilated. "This might be good practice, my children. Let's hunt, shall we?" said Fenrir to Skoll and Hati, speaking Asgardian.

The three bipedal wolves dropped to all fours and began moving toward the bleeding soldier, snarling and baring their teeth. After a few seconds of that, Fenrir leapt forward, aiming for the human's legs.

Arclight saw it the moment it was coming. He had really said it more the the robot - They were voice-command activated, these days - but what could he expect? They were wolves. He pulled the trigger and-

It jammed.

A fucking caseless rifle jammed. Unjamable, they said? Obviously not. If he ever found who made this rifle, he jam them. Arclight dropped the rifle and didn't go for his pistol - Too slow. He yanked out from it's tanker-style holster the Parang blade. Arclight sidestepped the first wolf's attack and started to bring the blade down for the spine: Then, his bad knee gave out. He'd badly twisted it this time, too. Arclight fell onto his back.

by **Malshan** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:38 pm

Fenrir twisted to the side, avoiding the falling human. He continued running on all fours, looping back around to the soldier and planting all three hundred pounds of himself on the human's chest. Skoll and Hati came up beside him and stared down at the man, their hackles raised and lips drawn back, baring their teeth, Skoll's white and Hati's black, at the man.

Fenrir yawned and looked down at the soldier and said, "Now then, Mortal. Who and what are you? And why so arrogant?"

by **Strykla** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:52 pm

Malshan wrote:Fenrir twisted to the side, avoiding the falling human. He continued running on all fours, looping back around to the soldier and planting all three hundred pounds of himself on the human's chest. Skoll and Hati came up beside him and stared down at the man, their hackles raised and lips drawn back, baring their teeth, Skoll's white and Hati's black, at the man.

Fenrir yawned and looked down at the soldier and said, "Now then, Mortal. Who and what are you? And why so arrogant?"

Arclight was crushed under the oversized mutt. But he was amazed when he heard it speak. No, it was probably somebody else.

His mental conversation was interrupted with reflex, his brain stem taking over in lieu of higher thought. He brought the Parang up into the wolf's belly. Maybe the big blade would kill the wolf, maybe not, but the thing couldn't go in for the kill without driving the knife deeper.

by **Nature-Spirits** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 2:59 pm

Blair pursed her lips when the human threatened them with a gun, preparing to cast Pumpkin Cannon, but, seeing that the wolves had taken care of the threat, she shrugged and made the Floating Pumpkin carry her down to the ground. Smoke billowed up around her, and when it cleared a black cat wearing her Witch's hat was revealed. She hopped down off the pumpkin, which continued to hover in the air, and was about to speak when the human attacked the wolf. "Pum-pum-pumpkin!" she cried, and a glowing pumpkin appeared in the air and shot down toward the ground, exploding on impact with the soil not a metre from him.

by **Malshan** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 3:07 pm

Strykla wrote:
Malshan wrote:Fenrir twisted to the side, avoiding the falling human. He continued running on all fours, looping back around to the soldier and planting all three hundred pounds of himself on the human's chest. Skoll and Hati came up beside him and stared down at the man, their hackles raised and lips drawn back, baring their teeth, Skoll's white and Hati's black, at the man.

Fenrir yawned and looked down at the soldier and said, "Now then, Mortal. Who and what are you? And why so arrogant?"

Arclight was crushed under the oversized mutt. But he was amazed when he heard it speak. No, it was probably somebody else.

His mental conversation was interrupted with reflex, his brain stem taking over in lieu of higher thought. He brought the Parang up into the wolf's belly. Maybe the big blade would kill the wolf, maybe not, but the thing couldn't go in for the kill without driving the knife deeper.

Fenrir started in surprise when the human drove the knife into his side. He then snorted in amusement, signaling to Skoll and Hati to stand by and not to rip the human's throat out. "That wasn't nice, human." Fenrir's form shimmered, his mass flowing and rearranging until the shimmering stopped. He was in his bipedal form once more, still sitting on the man's chest. He calmly reach down and grabbed him by the throat before stepping off of him and lifting the human into the air, dangling the human eight feet off the ground.

With his free hand, Fenrir slowly pulled the knife out, wincing slightly as it came free. His wound smoked and sizzled as the skin morphed, covering the hole. Fenrir examined the blade, noting the design and shape before seeing an identical shape on the human's side. He took the knife and put it inside its sheath before bringing the human down to eye level, at about seven feet.

"Now then, Mortal. Who and what are you? And why do you tempt my taste buds?"

by **Strykla** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 3:24 pm

Malshan wrote:
Strykla wrote:Arclight was crushed under the oversized mutt. But he was amazed when he heard it speak. No, it was probably somebody else.

His mental conversation was interrupted with reflex, his brain stem taking over in lieu of higher thought. He brought the Parang up into the wolf's belly. Maybe the big blade would kill the wolf, maybe not, but the thing couldn't go in for the kill without driving the knife deeper.

Fenrir started in surprise when the human drove the knife into his side. He then snorted in amusement, signaling to Skoll and Hati to stand by and not to rip the human's throat out. "That wasn't nice, human." Fenrir's form shimmered, his mass flowing and rearranging until the shimmering stopped. He was in his bipedal form once more, still sitting on the man's chest. He calmly reach down and grabbed him by the throat before stepping off of him and lifting the human into the air, dangling the human eight feet off the ground.

With his free hand, Fenrir slowly pulled the knife out, wincing slightly as it came free. His wound smoked and sizzled as the skin morphed, covering the hole. Fenrir examined the blade, noting the design and shape before seeing an identical shape on the human's side. He took the knife and put it inside its sheath before bringing the human down to eye level, at about seven feet.

"Now then, Mortal. Who and what are you? And why do you tempt my taste buds?"

Arclight had thought the knife would kill it: the blade was a foot long, easily enough to get to the organs. Why in God-

He was interrupted when the wolf started to shimmer, and, to the jaw-dropping amazement of Arclight, was both a human and a dog at the same time - And then, as if that wasn't enough, acted as though what should have been a mortal stab as nothing more than a splinter. If he hadn't been so amazed, he would have thanked him for putting the blade back.

And then, he was lifted in the air. Bad. He didn't much notice the pumpkin exploding. Arclight, Groves Harlech, was Force Recon before being recruited to the Ghosts: He could, within rights, beat just about any human enemy. And here he was, lifted right off the ground, nuclear warhead, pack, and everything.

But Ghosts worked in teams.

Apex had, by that time, set up the M99. He pushed in a ball round - Too bad they didn't make .50 BMG hollow points - And closed the bolt. At this distance, it wasn't even a shot. Heck, the sight zoomed in too much: He had to throw it aside, in his rush to aid his comrade.

Alien was just sighting in on the crazy women over the lake: He Was just raising his rifle, this one loaded with hollow points. And Adder was sprinting down the side of the beach. As Apex squeezed on the trigger, aiming for the asshole attacking his friend(Whatever it was), he said, "Fuck you...." And, like that, the .50 BMG round exploded from the barrel.

by **Mewsland** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 3:34 pm

Ai meant to say that she had no reservations... but then she heard fighting on the surface. "I'll return momentarily. There's trouble on the surface."

Teleporting back to the surface, Ai began to use her Hell-derived powers to stop the fighting, hoping to contain each of the belligerents in a force field of Hell's energy.

"Can we keep calm for long enough to solve this problem? We don't need everyone killing each other!"

by **Nature-Spirits** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 3:36 pm

Blair, hearing the gunshot, made a small squeak, then looked up at its source, her black hair standing on end. In another poof of smoke she was a woman again, and pointed up at the place that the gunshot had come from. "Pum... pum... pumpkin!" she cried, twirling her finger in a clockwise direction before brilliant orange light exploded into existence in front of her hand.
That was, before Ai appeared and the attack faded away, fortunately for her opponent; Halloween Cannon could be deadly.
She glared at Hell Girl, complaining, "We were attacked first!"

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