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Post by Zeke on Aug 24, 2006 4:05:38 GMT -5
The street was dark and cold, sodium lights flaring into life now the artificial sun had deactivated. As he walked down the metal grille walkways, Zekes feet clanged on the cold steel. A moment later, rain began to fall on the city, boucning off metals and soaking into what little earth there was visible. Reaching a sharp corner, he stood there, a motionless cyborg observing the city. The others would be arriving soon.
Rain slicked off his armour, the water slipping through the grates below him. His staff flared when water touched it, evaporating the liquid instantly. Since the incident he had upgraded his suit over time, so he was all but unrecognisable. If anyone observed him closely enough, they would see that what appeared to be a normal suit of armour had been welded together around the edges. But no-one ever did. And they always underestimated him for it. Behind his helmet he smiled grimly.
The rain grew heavier, and the flash of lightning and rumble of thunder began to echo around the city. Using his poers, he called a lightning strike to him, which thundered into his armour. The beam of fire wound into the sky, its power being drained by the suit. And it stayed there. Ezekiel laughed, the energy filling his veins. White fire surrounded his armour, and he become a beacon in the dark and grimness that was The City.
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Post by murdah mat on Aug 25, 2006 15:08:58 GMT -5
As he walked alone down the alleyway shortcut, he heard a voice behind him. "Hey! You! Who the ---- do you think you are? Walkin on our turf and you ain't even wearin our colors! You gotta pay a protection fee now ----head." Jiffy X turned around and saw 4 men looking at him. Daring him to defy them. He turned back around and continued on his way. "Is this mother---er deaf or something? If he won't pay, we'll just have to beat it outta him." Jiffy turned again and saw that they were pulling out weapons, two had bats, one a knife, and the other, the biggest at 6'6" and 250ish pounds, just cracked his knuckles.
He reviewed his apparrell. White T, blue carpenter jeans, white Reeboks, black NY hat. Sigh. Jiffy says softly, "You don't want to fight me." Then the big guy stepped forward and took an outside swing with his left arm. Jiffy ducked under the swing, and delivered a devastating snap-kick. Into his crotch. That dropped him real fast.
The leader (wielding the knife) said "He might be able to take us one-on-one,, but I doubt he can take all three of us!" The others look at the big man crying on the ground and back at their leader doubtfully, but they charge after their leader. Swiftly sidestepping the first, Jiffy delivers an elbow to his back, then jumped over the other two, and breaks a bat-wielders back with a powerful spinning side kick. Falling into a ready stance as the remaining two whirl around at the sound of bone cracking. They gape as they stare at their comrade lying on the ground with his back bent at an unnatural angle.
Jiffy speaks again, softly "I told you you didn't want to fight me. You can leave now, or you can join your comrades on the ground."
"You son of a -----! You're going to pay for what you did!" the leader shouts. But while the leader was busy not surrendering, Jiffy sprints forward and delivered a punch to each thugs face, then knocks the leader back a couple feet with a light (by his standards) side kick. Double uppercut to bat-boy number 2s chin, followed by a roundhouse with his right leg to the thugs left temple. Just the leader left now. Open X block the (stupid) overhead strike with the knife, close hands, pull down the arm, and a snap-kick to the solar plexus. Release. Left roundhouse to the temple. All done.
Jiffy walks to a neardby payphone and calls 911. "Hello 911? There's 4 men in the alleyway at 7th and Orchard who need immediate medical attention." Jiffy X picks up the two bats which are (surprisingly) of good quality, decides he should keep them, they might come in handy against something tougher than teenage street thugs, and continues moving towards the beacon.
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Post by Zeke on Aug 25, 2006 15:27:47 GMT -5
(oh yeah, from now on past tense. Jiffy walked rather than Jiffy walks. Don't bother editing PCgod, good post, I just forogt to specify.)
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Post by jora on Aug 26, 2006 1:33:45 GMT -5
Jora peered into the darkness with her mirror-like green eyes, thinking to herself, 'What is taking him so long?' Her silver and black ringed tail curled around her undersized mau body as she made herself more comfortable on the ledge of the bay window. No birds, no butterflies, not even a spider to hunt; that cursed rain had taken away all of her play things. The very tip of her tail twitched as each second passed on the clock. Every time a figure came into view, her ears perked up, hoping it was him. When she saw that it wasn't, she didn't care to give them a second glance.
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Post by Avelon on Aug 26, 2006 2:13:54 GMT -5
Avelon took long strides on his way to the market district. 'Sent out to fetch milk on a rainy day,' he thought as he walked. 'Must be close to that time of the month.'
Others passed, but none looked at the tall, broad-shouldered figure in a pure white, hooded robe striding with purpose down the cracked paving of the sidewalk. 'Perhaps I should have left my sword at home.' Thunder rumbled ominously overhead, and the falling raindrops echoed footsteps of himself and the others passing, as well as some unidentifiable, raucious "music" in the distance. 'I hate this city. Even the storms don't wash away its ugliness.'
As Avelon turned around the corner of a massive building, leaving behind the view of the pristine park and his home on the other side of it, a sickly, wasted man lifted his head and blinked bloodshot eyes. "Weh...hait..." Avelon paused, not turning to look at the speaker. "Yes?"
"You a...hee...heal-" The man broke into wet sounding coughs, and was silent when at last they cleared. "Healer?" Still, he did not move. "Ya...ha..." Avelon slowly shook his head, the hood of his robe twisting. "No." He heard a thin wail of defeat, followed by more silence. "I am no Healer, old man, but I can cure what ails you." "H...heh...eh-" More coughing. "Your life is torment. I will end it if you wish." "Uh...bhhh...bhh...ut tha...hat's il'gle." "My conscience will fine me more heavily than the law could or would." "..."
Dutifully, Avelon stood in place for nearly a minute. "Yeah," the old man said in a stronger voice. "Do it." Avelon turned, then, and pushed back his hood, letting the rain soak through his silvery hair. He met the dying man's gaze and held it as he reached into the double slit at the left hip of his robe. He steadied the scabbard through the fabric and drew forth a thin blade, its haft detailed in silver but its pommel unadorned. The blade reflected the light of electricity crawling through the sky. Thunder gave Avelon's words their question mark as he asked, "Do you have any last words, or next of kin?" The man shook his head.
"Then may you find comfort in oblivion." Avelon drew his sword arm back for a quick sidestroke, intending to take off the man's head. "W...hait..." Avelon paused again. "Yes?" "...wh...at's yer...name?" "Avelon"
Lightning struck somewhere nearby as the sword gave closure to the swordsman's reply. Thunder echoed the sound of the old man's head as it popped up from his shoulders and landed in his lap. Carefully, Avelon first brushed the man's eyes closed, and then wiped away the small amount of blood on his sword off onto the deceased man's sleeve. He remained crouching as he offered up a brief prayer to the spirits, asking they let him finally rest, and then he rose and turned away.
Avelon sheathed his sword, and calmly pulled his hood over his head once more. 'Milk, she said. And I believe I'll get her some catnip.'
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Post by Zeke on Aug 26, 2006 5:03:27 GMT -5
As the lightning filled his mind and body, his vision splintered so he could see the ones he needed for the mission. The centerpiece was Avelon and he smiled grimly as the man killed the civilian, if mercifully. The others were pictured from the sides of his vision. He released the lightning bolt, and worked his way down to the centerpiece. A moment later he was behind the person he had met years before.
"Hello. I need your help."
He gave no explanation for the statement, and simply let the warrior wait. He would ask eventually, even if not now. In the meantime, Zeke monitored the others. They were all suiting fairly well in their various states of life, from fighting, thinking, and others. It would work.
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Post by Zade on Aug 26, 2006 12:03:44 GMT -5
As the city worked on in its wet and decrepit style outside the window, Zerrin rustled in his bed. "Mmrhm." As a nearby strike of thunder rocked the building, Zerrin slowly opened his eyes. He turned slightly to look out the window, and watched the rain slowly wipe off some of the grime that had accumulated on the glass. After a few moments he turned his head to his cracked clock, and got his first bad news of the day. He should have woken up four hours ago. "BAH!" He flung himself off the bed, and because he didn't fling his covers off first, he fell straight to the hard floor.
After somehow managing not to kill himself while getting ready, he grabbed his notebook and flipped through the pages until he got to his To-Do List. He quickly scanned the list for the day and cursed, having to scratch out each one due to time. "Dammit dammit dammit!"
He ran towards the door, grabbing his brass knuckles and pocketing them. In this city it'd be suicide not to.
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Post by woebetide mourn on Aug 26, 2006 12:43:34 GMT -5
Woebetide walked along in the shimmering cascade of dark and light, raindrops falling from the sky as if committing a mass suicide as they splattered upon the hard, cold ground. She walked with her arms stretched wide and her head up, raindrops caught in her open mouth, on her stuck out tongue as if being saved from their ill fate. Her hair was tucked into two loose buns, one on either side of her head, her shorter hair dangled loosely down to her chin. Her petals of her skirt flowed weightlessly behind her, like that of a ghosts trail.
'Hey baby.'
Had come the voice of man unknown by her from behind her. She stopped and dropped her head. Her head turned slightly to the side, her bangs dangling eerily in her white face allowing only the darkness below her eyes to be seen, along with her frowning lips. The man came up from behind her. 'What's a b**** like you doin' out here all alone? You know, it's a dangerous place out here alone.' He said into her ear as he grabbed her arm. Woe tilted her head back to look him into the eyes. "My familiar is going to harm you.." Said her melancholy voice, as if it were a sad song. The man jumped back slightly at the sight of her death like features, and looked around for the beast to find a medium sized deer staring morbidly at him. 'Ahahaaa..!! AHAA! That?! What freaks, tree girl and bambi, HAHA!' Woe turned around to face him, and watched as swung his leg back to kick her precious Dekut. But before he could bring his cruel leg back upon it, she pulled a small seed from a pouch on her waist. She held it up delicately up and turned her face up to it, blowing a gentle green breeze on it. She walked toward the man, and pressed his leg back to the ground, she put her body very close to his and layed her head upon his shoulder. "I'm sorry.." Woebetide held the glowing seed on her fingertip and placed it on the mans lip, for he was greatly shocked by her actions. She walked away with Dekut into the rain. The man suffocated as the beautiful vines grew tightly around his neck, and down his throat. Woe walked down the street humming a sad and beautiful melody to herself.
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Post by Jest on Aug 26, 2006 15:11:39 GMT -5
Bubbles walked down an alley way, grinning as much as he could with a dead rat in his mouth. Upon setting this treat down he began to pur and bite off the poor creatures head. The blood washed away from the carcus flowing down the alley way to a nearbye drain. "Here kitty kitty kity" Erupted the voice of a man standing over the drain "I've got a present for you" Bubles looked up, the man was dirty, his clotes torn, by all means homless looking...and he was asian. Bubbles didn't trust asians... "Come on, you won't feel a thing I'll make it painless, promise" Bubbles noticed the knife in the mans left hand. "Rorw?" Bubbles aproached the man slowly "That's right...a little closer and I won't be so hungry for much longer" "Rorw?" "Talkitive eh?" "Why yes I am, and could you please bugger off you incompetant maggot." Bubbles said straight faced "Whoa man...who said that?" "I did" This was about the point where the man ran away. "what an idio...." *CRACK* lighting struck in the distance sending Bubbles jumping 20 feet in the air in sheer fright.
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Post by Avelon on Aug 27, 2006 7:22:05 GMT -5
'So busy today.' Avelon halted again, head lowering slightly and tilting to one side. After a moment, he twisted around to look at the heavily armoured man behind him. His eyes narrowed slightly. That voice seemed all too familiar, and while Avelon was sure that he had never seen armour of that style before, it too seemed familiar.
Questions rapidly came to him and were discarded. Instead, "There is something I must get from the market. I'm listening." Avelon politely stepped to one side of the cracked pavement, giving the man room to walk alongside him, and resumed moving.
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Post by Zeke on Aug 27, 2006 15:21:22 GMT -5
"There is something I must get from the market. I'm listening."
Ezekiel nodded and fell in step with Ave, eyes locked on the mans face. In his hand he fiddled with a screw, whilst he spoke with Ave.
"You have heard of RangerCorp I trust? Even if you haven't, it is of no great importance. What is is the fact that they are destroying the city and the people inside. I need you and anyone we can gather to help me defeat them. Otherwise most of the world will be an unsafe place. Are you in?"
He spoke briefly, and was finished within moments. It was clear that the matter was of great importance to him, even if his voice betrayed no emotion at all.
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Post by Avelon on Aug 27, 2006 16:09:49 GMT -5
Avelon took in the readily apparent details of this stranger's armour, noting the obviously arcane gems embedded in sockets here and there. He guessed at weak points in the armour but made no assumptions. In this city, it would be foolish to assume a friendly stranger had nothing but good intentions - and while not hostile or impolite, or even unpleasant, this one subtly failed to be "friendly". 'Mages...'
"I've heard of no such organization, and if IT is not important, neither are its actions. If what you say is true, it is important, and should be contained. However..." Avelon turned his head, focusing on the stranger with both eyes. "What makes you think I can help you? If you believe me to be a Healer, you are mistaken."
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Post by Zeke on Aug 27, 2006 16:25:09 GMT -5
"I've heard of no such organization, and if IT is not important, neither are its actions. If what you say is true, it is important, and should be contained. However...What makes you think I can help you? If you believe me to be a Healer, you are mistaken."
"Oh no. I just need a crew of warriors to help me battle my way there and defeat the overlord. Standard procedure, y'know. Are you in?"
His voice remained impassive, showing little or no emotion. His voice barely raised at the end of the question. However, inside his brain, Zekes mind was whirring like a well oiled machine. If Ave accepted, it would all work out fine. If he didn't, he would need a new crew entirely. But the chances are he would.
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Post by Avelon on Aug 27, 2006 17:01:47 GMT -5
The first few stalls came into view. His feet having long memorized the path to the perishables stall run by the Cryomancer's apprentice, Avelon hardly watched where he was going.
He couldn't hold back the question any longer. "Have we met?" There was the briefest of pauses before he added, "If I am to join a cause I will need more information than what I've been given." There was a faint spark of interest, perhaps due to this stranger recognizing him as a fighter - or perhaps the prospect of adventure. 'Marriage has been good to me,' he thought. 'But travel alone does not replace the life of a wandering swordsman.'
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Post by Zeke on Aug 31, 2006 14:07:09 GMT -5
"Have we met? If I am to join a cause I will need more information than what I've been given."
"I don't believe we have met, but I shall give you the details of what is going on. Now, RangerCorp are a supplier of military grade weaponry, explosives and the like. Sadly, a couple of years ago the began to dabble in magic. To be specific, the realms of daemons and trying to bring them into the world. I worked there for a while until I discovered what they were doing, when I took action. So far I failed to stop them, and I need your help. And that of anyone we can gather. But it must be soon, and very much so. I will go and search for others, if you are in."
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