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"Know any details?"
She says to R, "Not much. In fact, I think that's all I know of him."
"But I still want to know who he's working for. I heard another voice in your recoding."
edited 21st Dec '14 4:01:02 PM by BlackMageAnolis
The faint sound of flapping wings fills the skies of the Arena, steadily growing louder and louder, as if a huge-ass bird is descending on the Facility.
A monster? I should use it now...
It's notable that Fassad's "voice" is very distinctive, as you'd hear a bunch of trumpet sounds and a female robotic voice translating them. Can't confuse that with absolutely anything else.
To be honest, I do not wish to become too involved. I came here out of curiosity, a new experience. If I see pain, suffering, and destruction, I do my best to stop it. But I'm no revolutionary.
And then sound.
Sounds like something big's coming... She smiles slightly in anticipation, and Opens her Cybernetic Zone again to be prepared, filling the air around herself with shining wireframe shards.
edited 21st Dec '14 4:08:07 PM by MicoolTNT
He'd probably be a wonderful singer.
"Well, here goes nothing."
He sticks the syringe into his arm, injecting himself with blood.
edited 21st Dec '14 4:06:41 PM by PastryPerson
Backity! Lemme know if I'm a nuisance or anything, I'm a bit of a novice at arena-ing.
(Stadrick wakes up and lifts his head at the sound.)
The sound of flapping wings grows immensely loud, and it is briefly accompanied by high-pitched unearthly calls and groans, like a brass ensemble mixed with the clicks of a Geiger counter and the creaks of a door...
...Until, suddenly, the wings and calls are silenced completely. Which can only mean one thing...
"...I feel regul-"
He drops the the ground, screaming and rolling around wildy.
Looking somewhat excited, Isana starts to form a large construct around herself, not another jet, but something similar...
Then R catches her attention and she turns, the shards scattering somewhat but mostly holding their half-formed shape.
Are you okay?!
edited 21st Dec '14 4:11:18 PM by MicoolTNT
(Quickly forces himself to his feet. Still in bad shape, but seems to have gotten something of a second wind from being out for so long. Grabs his hammer and watches intently.)
His voice is strained. "NO!"
He tries to get back on his feet, and barely manages to do so. He then vomits up a considerably unhealthy amount of blood.
What's going on? How can I help?
She scatters part of the half-formed construct, preparing the wireframe shards to form anything that could possibly help.
edited 21st Dec '14 4:14:20 PM by MicoolTNT
The silence can only mean a single thing... whatever it was that was making that sound, whatever it was that was seemingly flying closer and closer...
As if right on cue, the sound of a faraway explosion, like that of a very large mass hitting the ground, breaks the (relative) silence, and a shockwave of dust barrels mercilessly through the facility, straight towards the group.
edited 21st Dec '14 4:15:19 PM by TheHoboTortle
He doesn't answer, and instead digs his sharp fingernails into his head, clawing and drawing blood.
The dust washes over Isana, and a selfish part of her wishes this wasn't happening right now so she could go see (and admire) what was causing the disturbance.)
She tries to grab his hand and pull it away from himself.
edited 21st Dec '14 4:15:44 PM by MicoolTNT
(Frowns and pulls down his goggles, his hand sort of trembling.)
...MUST TO COVER.
His vampiric strength makes her attempt useless. He then drops to the ground, convulsing before lying still.
Forget it, switching characters.
Kirby walks into the Arena, Mare!Giygas having left sometime ago.
The silence is broken once more by heavy footsteps, steadily growing louder and louder, the dust, however, making it too foggy to see.
A faint, as if faraway, scarlet red light can be barely seen through the cloud... is it salvation? If so, then why is it positioned directly above the group?
Frightened by the footsteps, Kirby takes a defensive position.
(Hurriedly gathers his tools and staggers to cover, looking back over his shoulder at the others.)
GET! GO! NO TIME!
Isana blinks in surprise, and reminds herself that respawns are a thing here even if he's dead.
She then looks up, and her reaction is somewhere between Oh my god! :D and Oh, Crap!.
In case you didn't see yesterday, Isana's attitude towards giant monsters is much like Croc Hunter's towards wildlife. Unless they're wrecking shit that doesn't respawn. Nah, even then she'd rather try to save them and kill them only as a last resort.
edited 21st Dec '14 4:24:17 PM by MicoolTNT
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