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KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#251: Mar 1st 2011 at 6:34:39 AM

Isaac cringed and said, "ouch. Uh, don't take offense, but you got of lucky all things considered. I don't know if this... thing... is causing you any pain or what, but it's gotta be better than what you'd expect from an alien virus. How'd you manage to get it to go dormant? Or did it do that by itself?"

A new voice entered the conversation; Aulde's. It had gained an odd, airy quality it had lacked when he spoke with Aleister, though. He said, "the real question is, what're you gonna do with it? I mean, all that power... a gift from the sky." Leaning in close, Aulde whispered, "I think the word for that is a god..."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Aulde. Word of advice, my red-handed friend: pay me a visit if you wanna see what your microscopic buddies can really do. And you, with the glasses... you feel kind of left out around all these superhumans, hmm?" Aulde then drifted away, saying, "see ya 'round."


Isaac glanced at Aulde. Strange man, reminded him of a cartoon villain for some odd reason. But as long as he didn't cause any trouble, he was just another meat shield. Isaac continued, "er, anyways. You're out of my area of expertise: I'm a biochemist, ya see, not a microbiologist. A field I respect, to be sure — and that means a lot coming from me — but one I've only got tangential knowledge in."

Outisde, Alice said, "alright. Apothecary to the south. Anyone else up for a little walk in the woods? There will probably be violence — a definite plus as I see it."


Aulde briefly stuck his head out the door, checking to see if anyone was paying attention to the tree he'd used as a demonstration to Aleister. Nobody. With a sigh of relief, Aulde performed a brief gesture, and dispelled the illusion he'd put on the tree — underneath, it was perfectly unharmed.

edited 1st Mar '11 8:55:03 AM by KillerClowns

eligram Since: Sep, 2009 Relationship Status: In denial
#252: Mar 1st 2011 at 9:31:16 AM

(OOC: Hey I'm back! I'm so sorry but I had problem with my Internet >.<. So, what did I miss? On another note I had planned to make Gavril invoke the Eye and the Teeth, but I don't know if it's wise at this moment...)

KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#253: Mar 1st 2011 at 9:45:28 AM

(OOC: Define "wise." From an in-universe perspective, it's never wise. But from a "will this enhance the story" perspective... eh, I'd wait on it a bit. Wait until there's some bloodshed going on.)

edited 1st Mar '11 9:46:21 AM by KillerClowns

Morgulion An accurate depiction from Cornholes Since: May, 2009
An accurate depiction
#254: Mar 1st 2011 at 9:56:05 AM

Gant chuckles. "Finally. Let us walk, then, and see what comes to face us."

This is this.
JHM Apparition in the Woods from Niemandswasser Since: Aug, 2010 Relationship Status: Hounds of love are hunting
Apparition in the Woods
#255: Mar 1st 2011 at 10:28:33 AM

He knew that it would have been the more noble thing to stay, but nobility and dignity had fled him in the wake of any sense of familiarity. He was afraid, alone, wandering backwards through the darkness, keeping slow pace away from the broken paper bird, the poison ink, the gunshots. Turning as a dancer in some dream of a shifting stage, he broke into a blind sprint, muttering and then shrieking, half in Welsh and the rest without words.

Unbeknownst to him, Flinn walked but feet away. Their paths met...

I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.
eligram Since: Sep, 2009 Relationship Status: In denial
#256: Mar 1st 2011 at 10:54:57 AM

(OOC: I see. Well tha plan was that the guys Gavril killed worked to a rival company to Sigmund, and from the book he took he got the information about the sigils and that.)

Gavril was looking at the disaster he just made with satisfaction... the he turned around and looked at two corpses in unspeakable conditions. "Oh God! Why did you made us so easy to kill?" He said as he grabbed some pages from his coat. In there was information about the Eye and the Teeth and the sigils. He looked at it again to see if he missed something but what he could only see was: Destruction of a sigil + Torture of some asshole = Dark God. "Meh... maybe there wasn't any sigils here at all..."

"The hell was that for?!?" Jacob yelled trough the radio.

"Oh, sup buddy!"

"Why did you do somethin that reckless?!?"

"Well the thing is, I didn't know how to get to the hut from here... so I though to make them come to me instead."

"... Gavril, ignoring the fact that they wouldn't be stupid enough to go where a explosion just happened... Why the hell didn't you ask for my help?!?"

"..... because then I wouldn't have an excuse to blow up this place?"

Jacob then proceded to do a facepalm when he heard that.

"Anyway, what about Clare?"

"I don't know, She hasn't contacted since she got there..."

"Well, you better do something about it before... hmmm, wait, someone coming, call you later."

"Gavril , Wait!" Jacob yelled but there was no response... "That's just great." He thought.

BobbyG vigilantly taxonomish from England Since: Jan, 2001
vigilantly taxonomish
#257: Mar 1st 2011 at 11:10:28 AM

(OOC: Sorry, JHM. I felt that the plot was moving ahead of us, and my character was supposed to be very ill so I just sort of tried to hurry things up a bit. Guess I got a little carried away.)

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KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#258: Mar 1st 2011 at 2:02:52 PM

Alice gave Gant a wide smile and said "I think you're almost as crazy as I am!" Her tone implied it was meant as the highest of praise. She grabbed her spear and said, "alright. If anyone else wants to join the party, hurry up. Gant, you're a big bastard, but I gotta ask: you any good at stealth? I get the feeling you prefer straight up action, but my skills involve getting the drop on my foes. So if you feel like swallowing your pride and doing some good old-fashioned skulking, we'll stick together, slit some throats, inspire some fear when their buddies find the bodies. Otherwise, you take point, make some noise, smash some skulls, and I'll flank the mess and make certain there's nobody left to tell the tale. I mean, unless you want to do the 'leave one alive to tell horror stories' thing, but I've always preferred absolute obliteration myself. State your will, Gant, and lead the way."

edited 1st Mar '11 2:15:14 PM by KillerClowns

CrystalGlacia from at least we're not detroit (Living Relic)
#259: Mar 1st 2011 at 2:34:29 PM

They heard his voice coming out from behind some trees. "I'll go with you guys. I can put those alien virus abilities to use in the name of psychological warfare, if you'd like."

Behind the trees, he had undressed so that he could change his form to his alien exoskeleton. He felt that they weren't going to want to watch his facial features dissolve away. After he finished, he came out to the group, with a form that vaguely resembled an alien's attempt at imitating a human, yet was so far from it. A creature termed "Deoxys".

The red exoskeleton that protected his hands from the venom that killed the elven girl was now covering his entire body, forming something that looked like an angular breastplate over his torso and revealing a thin waist covered in gray armor, to which a pair of disc-like structures joined spindly legs that tapered into points. His arms and hands changed into a pair of long, prehensile tentacles that nearly extended down to the ground. His head had no hair, instead having three thick horns that formed something like a mane of sorts. His facial area was smooth and turquoise-colored with a raised, red ridge going down the middle where a nose and mouth would be, in between two blank white eyes that seemed to look out from behind a mask. In the center of his breastplate was a baseball-sized depression, inside of which lay a green-colored crystal.

edited 1st Mar '11 2:52:50 PM by CrystalGlacia

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
EldritchBlueRose The Puzzler from A Really Red Room Since: Apr, 2010
The Puzzler
#260: Mar 1st 2011 at 3:03:19 PM

OOC: I've finally caught up to the rest of you guys. *sighs*

Tell me if I have the gist of the plot so far:

The main characters are in the middle of a forest in the Yucatan Peninsula, which is inhabited by "terrorists". The main characters are off to find the Blaue Rouge, a mystical flower known for its ability to cure any disease. On the way they will kill any "terrorists" that get in their way, as well as find the cure to the mysterious poison XA-3. However, Clare watches and waits for the right moment to strike.

Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.
BobbyG vigilantly taxonomish from England Since: Jan, 2001
vigilantly taxonomish
#261: Mar 1st 2011 at 3:11:59 PM

(OOC: That's mostly it. You missed: "XA-3" is in actual fact poisonous ink controlled by Jacob, a villain on Clare's side. Also on Clare's side is Gavril, who recently caused quite a substantial explosion and consequently, a fire. Meanwhile, the team has been joined by a mage, Aulde. This is bad news, because mages are in some way connected to the Eyes and the Teeth, a terrifying demon which uses pain and cruelty as a gateway to enter the material plane. Meanwhile, two members of the team, Flinn and Ianto, have wandered off into the forest alone and ran into one another.)

edited 1st Mar '11 3:14:36 PM by BobbyG

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Morgulion An accurate depiction from Cornholes Since: May, 2009
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#262: Mar 1st 2011 at 3:19:57 PM

Gant grins. "I m skilled at most of war, and while stealth is not my specialty-" he seems to vanish, seeping away from the shoulders up. There is a brief pause full of the rustling of grass, and he reappears, arising from the earth like a demon of ancient scriptures. "-I still have some skill at it." T He last tendons fasten themselves and he rotates his arm experimentally, seeing if he neglected anything.

Setting off behind Alice, he shrunk himself down to a more manageable size, microscopic filaments roping ahead of him and sensing the vibrations a good 300 meters ahead. he was invisible, a lethal specter- not precisely the sort of thing he would like, but close enough to work.

edited 1st Mar '11 3:21:06 PM by Morgulion

This is this.
LoniJay from Australia Since: Dec, 2009 Relationship Status: Pining for the fjords
#263: Mar 1st 2011 at 3:22:56 PM

Suddenly, a horrible noise shattered the night peace of the rainforest - a howling, with no recognisable words in it, mixed with the thrashing sounds of something blundering wildly through undergrowth.

Flinn whipped around without thinking and threw up a shield behind him - a curved wall of energy, gleaming faintly white in what little light there was. The howling juggernaut hit it with a cry, and fell backwards.

Be not afraid...
KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#264: Mar 1st 2011 at 3:23:10 PM

[up][up][up](OOC: Yep. BTW, XA-3 is just the name Isaac gave the poison — "XA" means "unknown creator", "3" means its the third chemical with a still-unknown maker he's encountered. It'll get a name change if the creator is found.)

Alice gave Vince's new form a lazy flick. "Damn. I've seen less gaudy gay bars, but I imagine you can take some hits in that shape." Then she looked at Gant and said, in a playfully mocking tone, "now that's just cheating." Her grin confirmed that she considered this to be a good thing. "Alright, Vince, you take point. Gant, stick with me for now. I'll stick with my spear and wits." With that, she motioned for them to follow, and slipped into the forest. How she could disappear so easily despite her dress — more red with blood than white now — was a mystery, but she'd soon vanished, scouting ahead and looking for any signs of trouble.

Aulde considered his next move. Perhaps he could bother the scientist or the winged man more? Or maybe that woman who seemed so out of place. Then again, he could...

W̺̖͖̒ͯͧĕ͈ͦ͗ͫͫ'̫̩̗̭͍͖ͥ̚r̫̬͎̺̘ͤ̂e̼̾̽͌̍̏̓ ̯̬̭̞̠̹̣̔̒w̝͓̖͓͕̠ͦ̾̾̓̔a̗̤̝̖̩͂̓̂ͣ̔̿̚ͅi̘̬͋t͍̰͉̍̎̃̂i͍͈͎͖̪̹͚͆n̟͖͚̓̽g̙.̼̮̰͓̗̘̘̬̯̐̊͌ We're waiting.

Aulde's blood ran cold. Yes, he thought, I know. I'm trying to get you souls, but it's hard... most of these people already have some measure of power. I'm trying to convince them I can unlock more, but they don't seem all that interested.

Tͫ͐ͧ́͆ͯr͔̠̥̲̣̤͂y̠͕̖̯ͤ͂ͦ́̋ ̥̱͍̞̘̿͐̎̾h̝̙̝͔̣͌̿͊á̫̭̙͇̳̈́͌r̹̜̳̐̓͒ͮ͆d̪̤͚̥̉͛͐ͅe̫̬͕̤̬̖̳r̼̿ͬ̍̓ͣͯ.̞̎ͤ̏͐ͬ̇̚ Try harder.

Aulde gulped. Yes, yes my lord. He took several deep breaths and tried not to think about what awaited him if he failed. Rather than trust his acting skills — excellent, but not perfect — he wrapped an illusion around himself, hiding his terrified expression under a care-free mask. Finally, he went outside, and sat by Aleister. His voice casual, he asked, "so, who else has ended in this little slice of paradise, hmm?"

Meanwhile, Alice heard the howl of some large beast, and said, "hey, boys. Sounds like we've got prey!" She set off in the direction of the howl with an eager smile, going as fast as she could while remaining silent, glad the moon was full and the skies clear this night.

edited 1st Mar '11 3:38:00 PM by KillerClowns

CrystalGlacia from at least we're not detroit (Living Relic)
#265: Mar 1st 2011 at 3:43:54 PM

Oh, the hourglass figure. Yeah, he didn't know why he looked like that, either, 'cause it was the same for the girls. I guess you could explain it away by being really skinny underneath the breastplate.

He watched Alice dart on off as he floated soundlessly after her over the jungle floor, looking to see if she was going to need assistance.

edited 1st Mar '11 3:45:15 PM by CrystalGlacia

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
JHM Apparition in the Woods from Niemandswasser Since: Aug, 2010 Relationship Status: Hounds of love are hunting
Apparition in the Woods
#266: Mar 1st 2011 at 3:57:46 PM

He fell back with the sudden rush of force, the flash of white leaving wide trails in his vision. His muttering ceased, supplanted with convulsive fish-like gaping. He was a few feet away from something short, furry and seemingly armed, vaguely human in contour.

"Dear God," He spewed out. "Not again... Please, whatever you are, please don't kill me."

He curled into a tight ball, sobbing slightly.

"I fucking hate it here."

I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.
KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#267: Mar 1st 2011 at 4:07:11 PM

Alice arrived, and burst into laughter. "You!" she said to Ianto. "I'm kind of disappointed, I gotta admit. I was hoping to kill something. And, hold on, is that you, Flinn? Well, this is a pleasant reunion. Gant! Vince! It's just that poor Welsh bastard and the furball!" She turned to Flinn, giving him a playful rub on the head; the thought of indulging her taste for slaughter had made her very cheery. "Hey, here's an idea. We're heading south, gonna pay a visit to an apothecary. Brew up a little cure for the poison our enemies slapped us in the face with? Wanna join up, spill some blood, teach our foes the meaning of fear, and so forth?"

edited 1st Mar '11 4:07:54 PM by KillerClowns

JHM Apparition in the Woods from Niemandswasser Since: Aug, 2010 Relationship Status: Hounds of love are hunting
Apparition in the Woods
#268: Mar 1st 2011 at 4:27:16 PM

He rose, twitching slightly under the eye, smirking at a curious angle, tilting his head at the other and shifting it back, expression symmetrical and flat. A sigh emerged from parsed lips. He extended a hand to the small strange woman, as to shake. The words emerged even, dry, but also harsh, held-back.

"Tell me what happened to the elf, and what happened to my knife, and I'd I'll be delighted."

A grin pulled evenly at the edges of his mouth, revealing oddly pointed teeth reflecting curiously in the evening.

"Please."

I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.
KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#269: Mar 1st 2011 at 4:40:43 PM

Alice's joyful demeanor vanished, and she said, "Genovefa succumbed to a poison. But her death was not in vain; by studying her remains, Isaac was able to devise an antidote. That's why we're heading to the apothecary; we need the ingredients to make the antidote in large quantities." Then her cheer returned and she said, "as to your knife... I really don't have the foggiest. I don't have any other weapons on my aside from my spear, and I think my companions are rather attached to their own weapons — literally." She casually rubbed a finger on Ianto's teeth. "Ooh, pointy. Don't worry, there's nothing left that can surprise me. So, what are you? Vampire? Werewolf? Alien? Avante-garde dentist?"

QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#270: Mar 1st 2011 at 4:50:02 PM

Clare had chose to remain at the camp, to help research the yet-unknown poison with Issac. Asides from gathering the tools, vials and petri dishes as an assistant, she takes a cursory glance outside in the idle occasions. She has a little doubt if Jacob's team is concentrating still on this camp; the others here have not discovered them yet, thankfully — demonstrating Jacob's prudence.

She is musing over the explosion she'd heard moments earlier, wondering what might be the occasion out there. And the howling which striked peculiar fear into her heart. What was that? It could be a sign of her impending fatigue. Her dreaming was cut short by a sudden shake to the shoulder from her entourage — pack and move out before the opposing scout team discovered her. That was four in the early morning.

Glancing at the glowing LED clock hung by the corner, Clare reads the time as 00:54. She imagines.. a momentary blackout, eyes drooping, and suddenly finding herself casually leaning on Issac's hunched back, a lazy arm dangling his shoulder. "Issac..? We can use a little— a little break.. " She lets out a long yawn by Issac's ear, her warm breath lightly caressing his skin. "Ahh! Je suis crevée."

edited 1st Mar '11 5:03:58 PM by QQQQQ

CrystalGlacia from at least we're not detroit (Living Relic)
#271: Mar 1st 2011 at 4:54:55 PM

After hearing about Ianto's knife, Vince felt that it was within his means to head back and locate it for him. He quickly levitated his way back to where Aleister's hut was, and the ridge on his face glowed as he looked around, as though it was scanning the area. He quickly found it, flew back rapidly through the trees, then levitated into Ianto's view slowly with the knife held in his tentacle.

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
BobbyG vigilantly taxonomish from England Since: Jan, 2001
vigilantly taxonomish
#272: Mar 1st 2011 at 4:57:50 PM

In a clearing, near a mud hut, a small fly landed on the handle of a knife, the blade of which was embedded in a tree trunk. On the knife handle there were a few drops of elf blood, which the fly drank. Then it flew off into the forest, enticed by the smell of a rotten fruit on the nearby forest floor.

(OOC: edit: Aw man, anachroninja'd!)

edited 1st Mar '11 4:58:47 PM by BobbyG

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#273: Mar 1st 2011 at 5:07:48 PM

Isaac took a look at Clare. "Yeah. I got nothing to do from now 'til Alice gets back. Come have a seat outside with me. I've been a city boy for too long — I've never gotten a good chance to see the stars." He left, sitting in a chair, giving a polite nod to Aleister, and a suspicious glance to Aulde. He yawned: though Alice never, as far as he knew, slept, and Sigmund subsisted entirely on a schedule of three-hour naps, he still needed a good six hours sleep every night. (Grad school had taught him how to subsist on such low levels.) He sat, yawned — the chair he'd found was comfortable. Better than his lab chair, and he'd occasionally nodded off in that while pulling an all-nighter. "So," he said to Clare, stifling a yawn, "what's your story?"


As soon as Aulde got a good look at Clare, a familiar voice hissed in his mind.

S̺̰ͥ͂͌͐ͯͮͧh̦̦̹͚̙̜ͩ̉̆ͪ̅̚ā̞͚͓̼̻'̭̮͚̠̖̪͖̀̐̀̍̊ͮ̐ḧ́̇a͚̯̝͖̖̱̼͑ͬͬͬ̐͑s̟̬̙͂ͨ͐ű̖͉̞͎̄l̯̻͐ͣ̇̈́̽̀̍!͚͕̹͓́ Sha'hasul!

There was no direct translation of the word; it meant "one who has forced another to betray." In this context, it meant an enemy that had prevented the Eyes and Teeth from fulfilling an oath or contract. Aulde couldn't just attack her, but he knew killing her, or better, corrupting her, would make his lord very pleased with him.

edited 1st Mar '11 5:17:33 PM by KillerClowns

QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#274: Mar 1st 2011 at 5:20:08 PM

When it comes to telling a story, listening to Clare feels like sitting at the reading couch in young kindergarten again, as she will go off on some wild, humorous tangents — on minutiae like packing the right tissue or her little tabby cat named 'Tibbles' who often likes cuddling up on her lap when she sits at her office chair and calculates the project budget for Golder Associates Ltd. Of course, now she's got to tell all about her little quibbles at her job, that gossiping bonehead by the coffee stand, how she likes to stare out the window when she feels a migraine coming. ("Because looking outside at the blue sky and the overlooking scenery.. it makes me feel like a soft breeze is blowing in me," Clare tells.)

And now she's covered her job, she goes on how she's decided to have a vacation in Mexico. Always as a little child, Clare has this adventurous spirit nudging her to explore. She picked this place at random — out of a shuffled deck of placards where she labelled which places she has yet to visit.

Her mouth whirs like a motor, but you just get swept away in the flow of her words.

And when she has nothing left to tell, Clare lets out yet another yawn, and she lays her head on the nape and warmth of Issac's shoulders. Catching a whiff of his appalling choice in aftershave. She doesn't complain. "Now.. you tell me your.. *yawn* own story. A bedtime story, please. Put me to sleep."

The crickets' song in the lush is soothing as the stars glimmer bright in the uninterrupted midnight sky. And a glowing streak comes across the moon..

edited 1st Mar '11 5:26:37 PM by QQQQQ

KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#275: Mar 1st 2011 at 5:49:44 PM

Isaac scoffed. "Ain't nothing in my life that looks like a bedtime story. Here's an image for ya: foulest part of Detroit. Run down tenements, covered in graffiti. Nothing but rats, weeds, roaches, and broken souls. Home sweet fucking home. Schools were broken down hellholes... I used to skip school to read at the library some days, and I probably learned more that way. Everybody told me I was just another — I swore to my mother I'd never use this word without a damn good reason, but there's no nicer way to put it — everybody told me that I was just another nigger." Saying that last word made him cringe, as though he expected his mother's spirit to materialize and deliver a hard slap, as she had done to him when she'd still lived. "Rarely were they so blunt, but the general feel was there. I was supposed to accept that I'd never leave the ghetto, that my best bet was to just accept my lot in life, staring at graffiti-covered walls and praying nobody I cared about got caught in some gang crossfire."

A satisfied smile crossed Isaac's lips, and he said "as you can see, I told 'em all to go fuck themselves. Now, I gotta confess, I had one advantage: my family was a fucking rock. My parents worked their asses off to keep food on the table. Shit you not, they didn't eat until me and my brothers did. Which was kinda stupid in retrospect; they needed the food more, because if they couldn't work, we'd all go hungry. But that's love for ya. They watched our grades, and my mother would tan our sad asses if we came home with an F. I never needed the encouragement, but my brothers occasionally did. Keeping my grades up wasn't hard, all I had to do was give a fuck. The teachers were mostly tired old shells or idealists who'd watched too many made-for-TV movies. Somehow I got through high school in one piece. Got plenty of scholarships courtesy of my grades and white guilt... a full ride into the University of Chicago. Joined the Straight Edge movement there. No meat, no alcohol, no drugs. Some add promiscuous sex to the list, but you gotta have some vices. Anyways, I wasn't the smartest, but I worked the hardest. Started off in pre-med, until I realized: I don't really like people. So I changed over to biochemistry, and managed to get into grad school at MIT. Made friends with Sigmund Clark while I was there, so he got me a job when I graduated. I never was a good professor; I'm better at doing than explaining. Private sector was meant for me. There ya go: Dr. Isaac Malcolm Rose in a nutshell. Any questions?"


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