Restaurant
One of the civilians expressed confusion as to what Garrett was talking about. Oh of course. Some people were probably new here, and not everyone had to be familiar with the library. "There's a giant library at the center of this place, the only building that doesn't move around all the damn time," he explained. "There's a desk inside with two plaques on it, that every day have a new message from the fellow who keeps us here. He uses them solely to announce a new insane 'combat challenge' every day, which is to say, he tosses a big monster into the city to see if we can take it down.
"Today the plaque said simply that we're going to get caught up in 'the tide of a greater conflict'... but I have no idea what that's exactly supposed to mean." He shrugged. "Though I have a feeling that once it begins... we'll all know."
Gon approached them and, for some reason, asked about Garrett's air supply, despite the fact that Garrett wasn't wearing a suit at the moment. "Uh... I think these things just refill themselves when you take them off? I don't know how they work."
someone
Eve|Shuttle
Eve nodded when the man mentioned Ben, and relaxed when he moved away. She was briefly offended when he mentioned thinking she was a part of Ruckus, but it was understandable. She looked disappointed when he said that he couldn't help, but that became understandable when she saw what was going on at the console. The nose was pointed right at the store.
Then she heard what the sangheili was saying. What he was saying was not only wrong, but stupid.
"And the people who did this will escape, and innocents will die. Why is your personal glory more important than their lives?"
Eve approached the console, and glanced at the man. Four tendrils of hair grew out and, if she wasn't stopped, she would connect with the shuttle and aim to move the shuttle up and away from the store.
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"Good," Sylvia said with a nod. With a bit more maneuvering, she and Wander managed to separate their own orbble and pop the one containing the scrapped ship against the moon's surface. Due to the wonky gravity, there wasn't really a crash, or even the impact of a large ship landing on rock, but the ship was soon resting comfortably next to the one that was in actual working order.
"Knock yourself out," Sylvia said, satisfied. "We'll hang out around here til you're done, I guess."
"And help people?"
"Hey, I didn't say we'd go off gallivanting through space again."
Currently writing something. Currently procrastinating.
She yanked Yoshika forward and started moving along with Nails, wanting to move with the largest and best armed group, and handed her servant her firearm. Seiga leaned in and whispered to her "Point that end at the enemy," indicating the tapered end of the phaser. "The enemy is anyone who shoots at us, alright? Don't miss." Yoshika saluted as they moved forward, and said "Of course, space captain Seiga!"
Outer Space - Scrapyard Salvaging
X set to work, attuning the shuttle's console to his comm and boosted out to start salvaging parts.
After another 10 he had begun work on the nacells and spoke into the Comms "Everyone alright in there? In another 10 minutes we should have the nacells working, the technology for the shuttle seems to be simple to understand."
The lack of gravity hadn't done wonders for the organizational layout of the already crowded grocery store; Rick brushed a bit of floating cabbage out of the way of his head as he spun gently in mid-air. Bits of crushed corn chips and a lone orange lazily wafted overhead as Rick pushed his way through one futuristic aisle after another, occasionally grimacing as a burst of gunfire rang out at the other end of the store.
"Don't *urp* don't look now, Morty, b-but I'm just gonna go on a limb here and say that wEEEEURGH probably aren't gonna last very long here."
"What?" Morty stopped opening a nearby bag of drifting chips note and stared at Rick. "W-wh, uh, what makes you say that, Rick?"
Rick tucked and rolled across another aisle as he reached into a space-age freezer, containing several frosty bottles of something that was probably drinkable alcohol of some kind in plentiful quantities. "Boy, I dunno, Morty," he said conversationally, his words dripping sarcasm, "m-maybe it's the fact that we're *urp* we're stuck in the middle of a warzone between -" he raised his voice as he grabbed a bottle and shoved it under his arm "-the two Most Annoying Groups in the City- or maybe, you *urp* know, we got... some... some kind of Satanic death, circle, thing; y-yy'know, Morty? These people are the worst *urp* cultists ever. T-they can't even summon a demon without having to kill dozens of innocent bystanders. It's completly wasteful."
Rick cracked open a bottle and gratefully sucked down the contents, wiping his mouth and belching before continuing, grabbing another bottle and shoving it in his pocket while keeping one eye on the nearby floating antimatter device just in case.
"Rick, that's horrible! I-I-I-it's not that-"
"Well, I mean, all I'm saying, Morty, y-you *urp* you can perform demonic necromancy with, what, like, two people and a goat - if you know what you're doing? Three, tops." Rick shoved three more bottles of floating booze into Morty's hands.
"Three what - I mean, three people? Three goats?"
"Depends *urp* depends on how many people you've-" Morty's eyes widened "- look, Morty, *urp* look, I-I've had some dealings with demons I'd prefer not to mention, okay? Let's leave it at that. Don't *urp* don't pick the scabs."
edited 28th Oct '16 4:54:14 PM by Locoman
Stop Killing My Titles
Balcony
This story now had one more contender. Two, in fact.
The two men - one in a body-long hairshirt, the other in a full set of armor and a crown to adorn it - sat together on the balcony, currently marveling at the surroundings. It appeared that the flimsy glass dome separated them from what looked like a sea of stars. It definitely was not anywhere in Lothric, and a prince by the same name liked that fact enough.
But how did they end up... in this place, wherever it was? Lothric wished he knew the answer. At the very least, it appeared that Lorian was amazed by the sights even as he remained close.
Obviously leaving into a sea of stars could not end well for them, but did that mean they were stuck in this glass prison? He glanced about, trying to find anything that could clue him in onto their situation.
grah
I think I can...
Grocery Store, Rear Airlock
i'll see what i can do.
He looked at the door. It was very much air-tight, and air-tight meant no air, and no air meant he couldn't do jack shit about it. Maybe if he turned to Eve...
John floated and found a shuttle high above where he was instead of Eve on the roof of the grocery store. John then immediately headed for it, wondering what the hell the shuttle was.
While he did all this, he increased the text size on notepad and started to type large text going off the window.
over here!!!!!!!!!!
edited 28th Oct '16 6:22:42 PM by NagisaStick
Rero.
THE SLORG!
Yael kept staring Sans and Caro down angrily, until he felt the gun tremble. His eyes widened just a tad, and he pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
"NO!" Yael yelled, pulling the gun away from his chin, and trying to throw it at Caro; since she was already trying to force it away, it quite simply clattered off towards one side, harming nobody. Yael saw the movement of the chains beginning in his peripheral vision, and with a sort of angered growl quickly moved his free arm over to the one holding the container, so he could interact with the holographic interface even as the chains wrapped around and otherwise immobilized him. After a moment there was some kind of click! noise followed by a slight hiss from his helmet, and then he started... Breathing in and out really heavily.
"... You think I'm not prepared for this? That I didn't expect such an outcome?" Yael asked them spitefully. "You lot fancy yourselves as 'heroes', but you've only ever managed to win by the brute force of your abilities. So privileged are you, that even when we outsmarted you at every turn, you still come out victorious" the quarian continued, mocking them.
"... That... Seems like a bit of a tall tale. No offense buddy" the man speaking to Garrett said, clearly disbelieving. "But if it is true, I dunno, I guess like a bunch of ships fighting each other maybe?" he guessed, then shook his head and looked back to the radio to pay attention.
"Alright, so we're hearing some new developments now. According to someone calling themselves 'Sans the Skeleton', the bomb threat is gone and the Ruckus are being taken care of now. Also something about a ritual? I'm not sure what that's about... Why does that name seem familiar?" Jeff's voice asked.
"That's because he's probably referring to Sans from Undertale; you know, the one that makes puns and the entire internet loves way too much?" Adam's voice responded.
"Oh yeah, that guy. So then like, it's really him?" Jeff's voice went on in turn.
"I'm guessing it's probably just some fanboy who uses Sans as his internet handle. Or like, 'sans undertale best for ever', but you know like all one word and 'for' is spelled with the number four" Adam's voice stated.
"Ah, yeah. With like, some double Xs on either end" Jeff's voice added.
The militia man eyed Eve with a bit of suspicion and tightened his grip on his gun, until she started angling the shuttle away from the store and it was clear she was not about to do something crazy or sabotage them.
"Personal glory?! How dare you insult me, human trash!" the sangheili yelled, throwing a kick out towards Eve that only barely fell short due to the ogre yanking the sangheili back. "I act only to stop the demon from returning! Nothing else could be more important than that!" the alien continued.
The militia man then glanced down as his walkie talkie piped up with Sans' voice, his eyebrows raising. "Sounds like it might be taken care of already" the militia man pointed out.
"How can you be sure from just a voice on the radio!?" the sangheili snapped back at him.
"And there's another one- oh, my mistake, make that two" somebody said from off to the side of the two brothers. Two men, both wearing fairly plain t-shirts and jeans, with a symbol of a green hand giving a thumbs up on the front of their shirts. "Kinda big ones, aren't you? You look like you're from medieval fantasy, so you're probably really confused right now, I'm guessing" the same man continued.
"They look like they could be a boss encounter... In fact I'm pretty sure I've fought a few like them" the second man added.
"Well, anyway, hi there! Welcome! Do you do handshakes?" the first man asked them in greeting, taking a step forward and holding out his hand.
edited 28th Oct '16 6:27:24 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.
feeling blue
Looked like Caro managed to break his gun before he could off himself and then successfully bind him. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough to prevent him from doing something that soon enough made him get ill. He vaguely reminded something the librarian had said about his species' have a really weak immune system so that was probably the reason behind the suit and he must've turned it off, managing to get sick from merely breathing air.
He then started ranting about how they were only able to stop him because of their powers and how he had been outsmarting them at every moment, all the while breathing really heavily, it was kind of a sorry sight to see. Not something he wanted Caro to be watching either, but there's nothing that could be done about it now. Sans made sure what he was about to say next wouldn't be overheard by the people from the militia.
"me? a hero? nah, i'm just a ex-comedian who happens to hang out with people who are trouble magnets and i figured i might as well help since i'm not doing anything else." He shrugged, letting out a chuckle. "you really think you're so much smarter than us, but the only thing you did yesterday was throw a flash bomb in our faces and then fighting us off and that only got you killed and accomplished nothing other than probably lose you a few men."
"and today you walked right into my trap too, i told caro to stay in the ship because i was thinking of dragging you here from the start so she could bind you. the only problem was that you were holding the bomb and would blow up this ship if i brought you in here with it, but luckily you were stupid enough to let go of the bomb as soon as you saw me." He gave Yael a rather taunting smile. "not only that, you didn't even think of disabling or destroying the security cameras of the store, despite having all that time where the militia was sitting down doing nothing, allowing me to find out exactly where you were with rex's help and stop the ritual without any of your goons being none the wiser to what happened thanks to cole."
"we got powers and we know how to use them, no need to be so jealous about it just because a gang of misfits like us managed to coordinate ourselves well enough to completely wreck your plans in five minutes. you're acting really high and mighty for someone who's about to hand out the very demon you're trying to ressurect to us and had to resort to panting like an old dog just to spite us. live or die, you lose either way. your plan really bombed"
Sans sighed, realizing now that he had been ranting quite a bit himself. He wasn't exactly proud of himself for saying all that, kicking someone while they were down wasn't exactly something he was much of a fan of, but he at this point the Ruckus had more than overstayed their welcome in his eyes.
"sorry about all that, i think i'm just really tired of these guys" He rubbed the back of his head with a little shame noticeable in his expression "thanks for waiting here like i asked, i bet it must've been torture for you to just stand around doing nothing at a time like that." He chuckled a little, "can you try keeping this guy alive? it looks like his immune system is weak enough that he can't even breathe without getting sick, we've won either way but the ideal thing would be to bring him in alive."
He then went back to talking on his cellphone again in the militia channel
"hey, militia boss, me and my friend captured the cult leader. he's trying to kill himself by pretty much getting himself really sick and we don't really have a way to prevent that, just delay it at most. any ideas?" he asked.
edited 28th Oct '16 7:44:27 PM by FullMoon
Lune's powers quickly disarmed one of the Ruckus members and left the other one unprepared for Rex's fist knocking him out cold. The first guy decided to book it and Rex didn't immediately go after him thanks to the pain on his back and the fact that the militia dog-thing wanted to know what had happened.
"We are fine, nothing—agh—nothing a good nap can't fix" He pointed at the knocked out guy floating near the ceiling "That one is ready to be put in jail but the other one just escaped behind the aisle. Nothing I can't take care of, though"
Rex pushed himself to direction where the Ruckus member had left but now he was sporting his tentacle, trying to see if he could find him. He felt sleepy and his back hurt like hell but they were this close to finally destroying the Ruckus.
"I don't get it. Do you get a sick thrill from getting possessed by someone else?"
edited 28th Oct '16 8:09:18 PM by DeisTheAlcano
"Guess this thing needs two pilots?" Curly said as she slid into the pilot seat, confident she could figure something out... Probably. She grabbed the unfamiliar looking controls. then turned back to Sophie "I don't see an ignition or any way to fire the sling... Unless that tablet has something to do with that?"
Akuma Shogun
Fastanook asked if the duo was alright after that sneak attack and asked where that other Ficus member went. Lune nodded back to him after examining the wrecked Cross Saucer on the ground and replied, “Yeah, we're fine... Rex is over there taking care of the rest, though.” After saying that, Lune used that moment to catch her breath.
Lune pointed over to Rex who was busy grilling the cult member on why they joined that gang in the first place. Boy, was Rex dedicated to the art since he had his nanomachines turn into a fearsome tentacle.
edited 29th Oct '16 10:02:19 AM by josh6243
Space ship - No easy way out
Fortunately, it seemed that her plan went off without a hitch, with Yael unable to fire his and weapon then being successfully entrapped. Unfortunately, there was a fact she had not accounted for. After seeing the Ruckus leader do something to himself that cause him to apparently go sick, she remembered Miss Tairee explaining that the species this guy belonged had a really weak immune system. So it seemed that he had caused an infection in himself just by breathing the air. It was something horrible to watch and she felt that was not much she could do to prevent it from deteriorating. However, she felt entirely different about this scene than regarding the horrible incident with the submarine yesterday. There was no imminent death approaching. He knew they weren't trying to kill him, which was precisely why he was doing. It was entirely self-inflicted, a way to escape justice rather than an alternative, equally gruesome demise.
Sans began to rant at the downed Ruckus leader and while she had much to say herself, she would have to save it. She would need to act quickly if there was to be any hope of preventing their prisoner from escaping by gruesome death.
She quickly moved towards where Yael was chained up and once she reached him, she approached just enough to be able to do what she needed, while keeping a safe distance away to keep him from being able to try anything.
She began to cast her healing spell, both herself and her target being enveloped by an intense pink glow. For this to work, she would need to keep up a it for a while. She was nowhere near the level of a Medic like Shamal and thus was not quite equipped to deal with something this severe. She would probably be quite drained after this, but it had to be done, in order to put an end to for once and all.
After while, Sans was done ravaging at the capture Ruckus leader and turned his attention to her.
She flashed him a smile and said, "It's OK. I got worried for a while, but it all worked out. That was a quite plan you had there, huh? Nice work. In anycase, as you can see, I'm already onto it. I don't think I can do much about it nor for very long, but I will do my best until there is a better way."
She then finally turned back to Yael and with a quite determined look, she declared, "You're not getting away so easy from this. It's about time that you paid for your crimes and this horrible organization of yours finally comes to an end. We will take you alive and without the threat you posed before, no doubt our allies will be trying to do the same to what is left of your people. No matter how you cut it, it is over."
THE SLORG!
"All militia, move in on the grocery store; secure the building and ensure the civilians are safe. We have a team on the way with the doctor and medical supplies" Wells' voice was ordering when Sans turned his phone back on to the militia channel, then paused when Sans reported this new conundrum. "Getting himself sick? How? Why wouldn't he just shoot himself instead?" the soldier's voice asked after the skeleton was finished.
"Think I'm smarter than you? I know I'm smarter than you. Have you learned NOTHING about how Old Feather Beak operated?!" Yael began, pausing to start chuckling. "The bomb isn't the only plan, you FOOL!" the quarian yelled, then paused, eyes narrowing as Caro worked her magic.
"You can't fix my immunity, girl. All you're doing is wasting your energy, and prolonging my death to be more painful. This is not help you are giving me, but torture. And for what?" Yael asked, sarcastically, his eyes glancing back at Sans. "To save the lives of people who have already been rendered immortal by this place? Your victory means nothing; even if I had killed them all, they would be perfectly alive and fine again within moments. All your effort won't change anything for them when they go home" the quarian continued, spitefully.
"But me? I fight to gain salvation for my people! The gifts of my newfound god can save them from this imprisoned existence, and give them the means to fight back against the menace that forced them into this state! So then tell me, between you and I, who is truly more noble in their cause?" Yael went on, his tone going bitter and angry. Then he looked back towards Caro. "But of course, you couldn't even fathom the idea that I actually have a reason to do this, could you? Of course not! You're just a pathetic, wet nosed, amateur WITCH!" the quarian shouted at her.
edited 28th Oct '16 9:39:11 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.
someone
Eve|Shuttle
So that worked. The alien threw a kick at her that she reflexively dodged, almost disconnecting her from the console. She disconnected herself anyway upon hearing what was coming out of the radio. They now had time to slow down.
"That voice on the radio told us about this situation. It sounds like you're just looking for an excuse to kill as many humans as possible."
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feeling blue
"apparently his immune system is so weak that even breathing air without a filter can kill him and he just turned off that filter. we also kinda broke his gun and tied him up in chains." Sans replied to Wells, talking in a more casual tone of voice.
Then their prisoner started talking trash about Caro, making Sans narrow his eyes and almost lose his cool as he stored away his cellphone for a moment. He didn't know how Caro would react to something like that, but he wanted to be sure she would be fine.
"i'm someone who's made of magic and it says a lot that the stuff you can do while barely being above the double digits in age is unreal to me. you're no amateur, that's for sure," he reassured her, moving closer to her and placing a hand on her shoulder to offer further comfort, "just ignore the empty insults, he just has nothing better to do now that he's all chained up."
He then stood up, looked at Yael, and sighed. He didn't really feel like arguing with that dude anymore especially since he's made it clear that he's as crazy as it gets.
"you're trying to save yourself and your people at the expense of pretty much everybody else in this city, that's not noble, that's just selfish." He shook his head. "i'm far from being the paragon of nobility myself, but i know better than to make the life of a bunch of people i don't know hell and probably messing with their heads so much that they'll barely be able to function when sent back home just to benefit myself. the end doesn't justify the means, buddy, not that i expect you to understand something like that."
He then pulled his cellphone out again, now fully intending to ignore Yael's ramblings and focus on talking to the militia.
"anyway, you didn't answer my question, do you have any ideas of how we're gonna take this guy alive?" he repeated his question, then remembering that Yael mentioned another plan, "by the way, insane cultist here mentioned that there was a plan other than the hostage situation, you have any idea of what it could be?"
edited 28th Oct '16 10:43:31 PM by FullMoon
Space Ship
Since she was close to him and would have to maintain that position in order keep Yael from dying from his infection and thus getting away, free to plan Ruckus' next atrocity, Caro had no choice but listening to his ramblings. Most of it was what she had come to expect from his people ever since the incident at the pastry shop several years ago. The talk about saving his kind was unexpected and while she felt for the plight of them in general, she could not agree with his methods, given what they could cause here and elsewhere.
She steeled herself against his insults. She had heard far worse many times before and she would allow someone like to get to her, specially at a crucial moment like this.
Still, Sans' attempt to comfort was much appreciated. He could probably tell what effect such words would generally have on her.
She flashed him a warm smile, while her look shined with determination, as she said, "Thank you, Sans. But don't worry. I refuse to let the likes of him to get me."
Then turning back to their prisoner, her expression turned into one of righteous fury as she responded, "Just fine?! Do you think that people who will come back likely forever remembering being killed why will be just fine? You pay lip service to their suffering back home, yet you have absolutely no issue adding to that with your atrocities. You wish to argue that just because death isn't permanent in this place, that it is then meaningless, that you are doing nothing wrong? You're wrong. It just makes it a whole worse."
Not nearly being done with it, she readily pressed on, "What makes you think you will get to keep this tainted "gift" once you leave this place? You and this deamon, the gods things like him, are mostly likely from entirely separate realities. Once you are cut off from them, that will be gone as well and all the harm you caused will be for nothing. And if you somehow aren't cut off from them ... Do you think we have not since learned about the kind of bleak place this Lord of Change comes from? If creatures like him and the Chaos Gods they serve manage to cross over to your reality, they could then probably manage to do to others. And then what? You will have bought yourself a potential, fleeting salvation, at the cost of everlasting suffering of everyone here, in your reality and everyone else's. So who is it that is being short-sighted here?"
She really hoped the people Sans was talking to came through soon. She likely couldn't keep this for long. She could not let Yael get away, but they could keep him from dying, then it was only inevitable that it would happen ...
edited 28th Oct '16 11:48:58 PM by JamesShields
THE SLORG!
After knocking Jackson away and ducking into the cargo room, Upgrade seemed pretty safe for now. There didn't appear to be anybody in here, but there didn't appear to be any other doorways leading out either. Through the closed door, he could only faintly hear Jackson talking down the short hall.
"That little bitch took my gun and ran away! Man, some people have no manners."
From somewhere else in the store, Upgrade could hear the distant, popping racket of automatic gunfire.
"Hush now, just stay still. Everything will be alright" Rachel said to Cole, grabbing a floating roll of paper towels and starting to use them to try to deal with the spirit's bleeding.
In the airlock, Thomas looked at Jack for a moment before staring forward, then took a moment to close his eyes and swallow, in an attempt to regain his composure. "I, I just, I want to help people. That's why I joined Ben" Thomas muttered, opening his eyes and looking back at Jack with a sad, though set expression.
"Hey not to sour the moment, but would you two get those airlocks unstuck? We've got more help coming in!" Rachel hollered at the two, still using one hand to put pressure on Cole's wound while using her other to grab her walkie talkie. "This is Rachel, we have the front doors of the grocery store secure" she reported on it.
Meanwhile, moving further in, the pilot yelled out into the store, "everyone remain calm and stay still! If you have a weapon, put it down or we will assume you are with Ruckus!"
Over to one side, the man in the kevlar like armor rose up from behind another aisle, looking confused. "What? It's over?" the man asked. The pilot looked towards him, and when seeing he had an assault rifle in hand, promptly shot him with the phaser pistol, abruptly knocking the man out cold.
"Sorry buddy, can't take the risk" the pilot muttered. Up ahead, Rex, Lune, and the other militia group were just coming into view...
"So we're almost clear then? Alright boys go cuff him up or something" Fastanook said, glancing back through the impromptu tunnel Rex had made. The one who had been piloting the shuttle and the militia woman came out first, and pushed off the floor to go towards the Ruckus member on the ceiling. The remaining militia member followed suit, and much to his surprise was also followed by the racket of an automatic gun going off and several bullets.
Fastanook ducked his head down, cursing liberally as the other militia member's dead body disappeared. Inside the tunnel they had come from, a Ruckus member was carefully approaching and would open fire on anyone he saw coming into the tunnel to stop him.
Meanwhile, passing over the aisles Rex would see the Ruckus member who was fleeing, currently taking a route around one side of the store, back towards the front from an indirect path. Then there was also the matter of the gunfire going on behind Rex.
"Like I care if unholy trash is eliminated" the sangheili said to Eve darkly.
"Give it a rest!" the ogre's right head said sternly. "It's already over! Now sit down!" his left head added and he shoved the alien down into one of the other seats.
"Uh, guys?" the kobold then said, and pointed out the front window towards John before asking, "who's that?"
"This is Rachel, we have the front doors of the grocery store secure" Rachel's voice cut into the conversation.
"I couldn't answer your question without knowing the nature of the problem. But with that being the case, I don't know if there's anything we can do. Our doctor can certainly try though. We know that Ruckus also sent some men with more bombs over to the prison; I had a team on the way there to deal with it, but they haven't reported in yet" Wells' voice answered Sans. "Now unless you come up with something important, keep this channel clear" his voice then added.
"I see you're both fools who cling to their petty, naive notions of morality. As if either of you wouldn't go to similar measures to save your own species!" Yael said to them both, then started chuckling again. "And ah yes, the other bombs! Open for me to set off at a moment's notice!" the quarian mocked maniacally, his right hand still near his left forearm starting to do something with the holographic interface again.
edited 28th Oct '16 11:44:58 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.
someone
Eve|Shuttle
Eve was seething. To anyone who didn't know her, she would appear perfectly calm. But the hairs on the back of her neck was rising, her teeth were on edge and she was pressing her fingertips and her thumb together.
To anyone who knew her (a group which consisted of Sven, Train, Rinslet, Dr Tearju and possibly Kevin) it was clear that she was furious.
This person was talking like...like...well, like him. Like Creed. As if anyone that wasn't him didn't matter. How dare he? How. Dare. He?
Almost offhand, Eve looked out the window to answer the kobold's question.
"That's John. He's a friend."
She then approached the sangheili, and, if not stopped, would attempt to slap him in the face. With not unconsiderable force.
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Stop Killing My Titles
The Balcony
Lorian's first instinct to was to whip right around to glare and hiss at the two men before Lothric tapped his shoulder reassuringly. "Have peace, Brother." He looked over at the two. They wore clothes of fashion he could not recognize as anything familiar and appeared unfamiliar of them. Not just unfamiliar, but unafraid, regarding them more as something curious than anything else.
For that matter, he had to treat the man like an equal for the time being. "Greetings." He spoke softly, the voice clashing hard with his sickly, almost ghastly appearance. He stared at the extended hand for a moment before returning the gesture, his own hand just about as ghastly and almost emaciated as the rest of him. Curiously, he did not stand up. "You speak of a myriad of things beyond our understanding. May you explain our situation here, Sir?"
grah
feeling blue
Sans couldn't help himself but laugh a little as he heard Yael's assumptions. That honestly managed to improve the skeleton's mood a little, for an insane cultist he could be surprisingly funny.
"anyway," he began talking on the phone, "you think the librarian could help? i could try bringing him there, unless you wanna deal with him yourself?" he asked, then pausing as he heard Yael mention detonating the other bombs "and, uh, i think crazy here is about to get those bombs detonated and i don't think there's anything i can do about it, you sure those ruckus people didn't get into the prison?" he asked, not sounding particularly concerned.
edited 29th Oct '16 1:35:05 PM by FullMoon
THE SLORG!
The man took Lothric's hand and gave it a good shake, smiling. "Well, it'll probably be a bit hard for you to believe, but you've been transported to another universe. Everyone here has, from different universes. Normally this place is a city, but it changes at the start of every day; sometimes it changes us, too" the man began, pausing slightly to think and glancing at his friend to ask, "let's see, what else?"
"Can't die here" the second man stated simply as a reminder.
"Ah yeah, that's the good news. Anybody who dies here just comes back to life somewhere else a moment later. Oh! And uh, speaking of dying, if you want to get around today without dying, you'll have to wear one of the suits that are in the airlocks" the first man continued.
"Those smaller rooms with the two doors" the second man elaborated, pointing to one of the airlocks around the edge of the balcony. "The suits look like glass bowls. Just put it on your head and it'll take care of the rest" he added.
"Also, buildings and stuff tend to move around when you're not looking, so don't be too surprised when the layout changes on you; and anyone who offers concise directions is pulling your leg... I think that's the gist of the basics" the first man muttered, glancing at his friend again.
"I can't think of anything else. There's this big library, round building of glass windows, normally in the center of town but I'm not sure where it is today. If you can get there, the librarian can fill you in on some more of the technical details" the second man said.
"Or you could stay here and hear some of the gossip if you want" the first man offered.
"I assume since you're bringing it up, you haven't been able to take away whatever detonator he has. You could kill him; we'd have to track him down again, but I'd rather not lose the prison before we even get a chance to use it" Wells' voice said with some degree of urgency.
Yael didn't give a verbal response, other than his eyes narrowing slightly before flicking his hand over the holographic interface some more.
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After X managed to fix the ship, and with 14:58 on the timer left, Plague Knight gratefully pulled off the helmet, taking in a deep breath. "Feels good to breath without some sort of controlled source!" he said, glad that he was able to actually hear what he said outside of the helmet. "Is this vessel fully operational yet? I need to get back to my lab," he said to X.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
As expected, the guy wasn't going to let them take him alive and was ready to off himself. There wasn't much Sans could do other than keep him in place and hope Caro could do something about it, he did, however, keep an eye on the container with the demon's soul in it. If the Ruckus leader died that would make him drop it and so Sans needed to be ready to catch it so it wouldn't hit the ground and break or something.
While waiting to see Caro would do and keeping an eye on Yael, Sans remembered he still had to report what happened so far to everyone since they probably thought the hostage situation was still going and, well, it technically still was. With his free hand he pulled his cellphone and tuned in to the militia channel.
"sans the skeleton reporting, i took the bomb and what was left of the demon out of the store. the ritual has failed, the bomb is no longer a problem and everybody else is taking care of the remaining ruckus members," he said through his cellphone.