AKA Nixer
Easton West Park
Rine stopped in his tracks when Spring appeared to them, thrusting his arm out to the side in order to halt Kyxe from crashing into the newcomer. At her words, Rine cocked his head to the side curiously, while Kyxe's widened somewhat as she stepped back slightly in minute horror.
“I-It's... oh no,” she muttered guiltily, spinning on her heel and rushing back towards the bird's nest. Rine glanced between her and Spring momentarily, before following after his valen, stopping next to her just as she was picking the frozen animal out of its home, cradling it gently in her hands.
“It's not breathing,” she reported under her breath, a minor expression of disappointment and sadness on her face. “It must have been the deldron meat I fed it...”
Rine was silent for a while, studying the corpse of the robin intently, before placing his finger on his chin in thought.
“We could always eat it. No need to waste- what?” he asked, slightly taken aback at the intense glare of disapproval Kyxe was giving him. “What did I say?”
“Cultural insensitivity,” she replied simply, letting her glare linger on him before turning and carefully placing the dead bird back into its nest.
“You were the one who killed it...”
“Oh, sorry. I'll be sure to avoid it next time using those psychic powers I don't have.”
“Nice to see you have such a firm grasp on the English language already. That was a good tone of sarcasm,” he praised genuinely, earning him a strange look from her before she shook her head in disbelief.
“You're incorrigible.”
“On the contrary, I'm adaptable. Nevertheless, I was more concerned about the apology to the native. She seemed quite upset by your mistake,” he corrected bluntly, a look of realisation crossing Kyxe's face before she solemnly nodded, turning to Spring with an apologetic tone to her voice.
“I'm sorry for that, I didn't realise that that would happen. I was only trying to feed it, but I didn't consider that the meat wouldn't be compatible with the creature's biology. It's my fault for not envisioning that possibility,” she said in a surprisingly focused and diplomatic way for someone trying to non-verbally deter her friend from hungrily eyeing up the corpse of the bird via repeated firm tugs on the arm.
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Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Outside Ryan's Gym
The golem had barely risen before the palm construct was upon it. "Thank you for the refill," it rasped, voice gradually returning to a light and steady drone before grabbing at Jumping Bean's outstretched hand to toss the girl several stories further than she'd expected.
No sooner could it turn to deal with the div and digest its gains did the snake abomination loomed in front of it. "It matters not what you accept. But you are in the w—"
The golem felt the crushing impacts on its chest first of all, and the crumpling of metals and ceramics. It made no sounds, but merely gripped Ryan's arm and reached four arms to claw at the snake abomination's face. The runes on its chest and in them glowed visibly briefly as the connection broke and the sealed yazata's essence began to be escape and disperse—into random members of the population in sight and further afield.
This concerned the daeva little though, for the golem's wards had fallen. And with that hand in your guts, good luck dodging. Matten broke out a large grin. "I make good clerics!" She clapped almost breaking into a cheer, before snapping herself back into a humanoid shape and sitting atop the car, wearily watching the other golems still... picnicking. "Now let us proceed afield. We can question why Dex wanted us" me rather "to remain in the city later."
Edited by CenturyEye on Jul 1st 2018 at 3:24:17 PM
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
AKA Nixer
Outside Ryan's Gym
Nathrach, having returned his face back to normal as Ryan's attack momentarily obstructed vision of it, and barely had time to allow himself a small, satisfied grin before the dying machination struck true with its claws, gouging gaping holes into his face and causing the chaotic mass of serpents beneath to wildly flail out of the wounds, some of the smaller ones dribbling out of the gashes like they were a liquid.
Despite this, he had no real physical reaction barring the initial physical knockback of the strike, and calmly knelt down in order to recapture some of the fallen snakes and carefully push them back into the wounds with his finger, before idly waving his hand across his face again and causing it to regain its humanoid appearance. With a wave of dismissal, the colossal form of the serpent nearby reared up and dove back down into the earth, the tremors from its underground travel abruptly halting as it vanished once out of sight.
“Perhaps he's jealous I have ye all to myself,” he commented to Matten. “Or on a more serious note, his madness causes him to view you as attempting to have a family reunion. And not one of the Borgia variety, if you get my meaning. Ridiculous 'hero' types, leaving the abominations to do the actual effective work.”
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Surrounded by weirdoes
Kyle had just seen Magpie, and simply saluted her as he tried to steel his nerves, for what was about to happen. He didn't wait for that long, as Kris came out.
Standing straight, he extended a hand at him to say hello.
"Sorry to bother" He said, accidentally showing his bandaged arm to both of the people around. "It's been a rough ride, so thank you for receiving me"
Wake me up at your own risk.
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
west Easton park
"It's fine. As long as you remember not to do it again. I prefer my fellow residents of the park alive."Spring flew off over a pond next to a wall. A small portal opened in it and she walked in to her secret hideaway. The sun was shining and it was full of life.
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An Ordinary Oddball
Magpie
Magpie ran around like a kid in a candy shop.
"Wooooow!" she exclaimed, playing up the childish image. "There's lots of interesting stuff here! We have a hot tub? Oh, maaaaaan!"
"Thanks a lot, Mister Kris!" She stopped and gave Kris a thumbs up.
Jumping Bean
As Jumping Bean sailed through the air, she scrambled to right herself, drawing a different kind of Fu in the air. She threw it ahead of herself, and it formed a small, square force field, which she flew towards, feet-first.
She used the force field as a platform and kicked off of it in a burst of golden light, jetting back towards her allies. She floated back down and dusted herself off.
Red Tiger grunted, seeing that she didn't need any help, and piled into the back of the van.
Jumping Bean, sensing squabbling if her two disciples sat together, scrambled to take the middle seat. Then Black Wolf got on.
Wilma
The company of mythical figures tore into the Dream Eaters, helping Ranvald slay them.
Upon seeing their leader killed, however, the remaining few Dream Eaters tried to flee, only to be hemmed in by green flames and slaughtered by Wilma's drawings, which soon faded, their duty completed.
The air was filled with black ashes that dispersed in the wind. Not a single Dream Eater was left, and Wilma began to feel dizzy. Perhaps channeling her spirit into a cardboard pipe bomb was not such a good idea after all. Her bleeding arm did not help matters. She shakily lowered herself to sit on the ground.
"We need to go back to the Library," she murmured.
"It's that building over in the distance, with the bell tower," she lifted a trembling arm up to point.
"Would you mind carrying me? I don't feel so good..."
Edited by JumpingFruit on Jul 1st 2018 at 3:01:06 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
market
"Are you ok? Sorry, I'm probably too weedy to carry you. I could get a first aid kit though."Echo was concerned for Wilma. But at least the dream eaters were gone. More could arrive, but they were gone for now.
Elm residence
Ada was typing on her laptop. Well, it was more of a solid holographic interface, but it served a similar purpose. She had decided to get a job. To use her technomancy skills for good... As a computer support person! Sure, it was not glamourous, but it would get some income and she was darn good at fixing buggy coding and purging viruses from computers. She started setting up a website. I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.
AKA Nixer
Kayden - The Wildlands
A lone Kaydenite rushed through the dark, dilapidated city, clutching his injured arm as he somehow managed to scamper into wallruns, flips, and hops over obstacles despite his literal handicap. He could hear the oily snuffling of the nightmarish creatures behind him, their breath on his neck, the feeling of their claws nicking the back of his cloak...
Without warning, he spun around at a lightning fast speed, a curved neon white blade materializing around his good arm with a crackle of plasma as he cleanly sliced through the abdomen of the creature. It stumbled, before neatly faceplanting, its lower half being left behind in the process before the rest of its barely surviving form was trampled under its brethren.
Throwing the ringed construct back at them to delay them somewhat, he span back around, fiddling desperately with the device on his wrist and directly crashing into a decaying, strung up corpse of what he assumed was once someone's comrade in an exhibition, effectively clotheslining him and sending him sprawling onto his back.
For a moment of time, he felt terror. A cold, horrible sense of impending death as his eyes landed on the scratched, mucus covered blackened mockeries of his own kind. They were approaching him like forces of nature. They were fast. Too fast to be natural.
He didn't have time to mess around. He was going to die otherwise.
He pressed the switch on the device, and a gate in reality tore open directly beneath him, and for the briefest flicker of time he felt a clawed hand close around his leg as he fell into oblivion...
And then there was nothing but colour.
Every colour conceivable, every shade and saturation, and some new that he didn't even know he could see. The speed he was moving at was beyond nauseating, it was enough to make his head feel like it was liquefying.
How had his cousin withstood this?
He didn't have long to ponder this question that had somehow slipped through the brutal assault to his senses before the cacophanic swirls of colour seemed to shatter away into a cold hard floor.
This time, the impact bore only blackness.
NJI HQ
The multicoloured portal burst open all too suddenly, the limp form of what at first seemed to be a fairly young man with jet black hair slamming into the floor of the room at a painful looking speed, his velocity great enough to cause him to bounce back a couple of feet.
He was closely followed by a mangled beast of flesh, sinew, and keratin, its form coated in an oily, black substance, landing in a heap on the ground a good distance away from the first visitor. It actually seemed to clatter metallically from the sheer amount of weaponry it had on its body, and was apparently too weak to do much more than wheeze.
Despite this, it had a hungry eye for the more humanlike one lying unconscious nearby, who if one looked closely would note that he wasn't as human as he initially seemed to be. First of all was his pallid complexion, his skin seeming to be constructed of a few thicker layers yet having a more spongelike, stretchy texture to it. His neck, albeit partially hidden under the high collar of his longcoat, was broken up by six thin slits in total, three on each side. Plus he was somewhat small in stature and mass - not unnaturally so, but definitely below the average.
They would also find him to be incredibly light, if they were to try and move him. Definitely built for agility more than anything else, at least compared to the savage beast still recovering in the corner.
Edited by Enirboreh on Jul 2nd 2018 at 8:48:34 PM
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Ryan
Ryan looked at the arm trying to grip on to him as the machine golem's ceramics and metallic pieces failed - evidently it was trying to take him down with it when it blew up, not knowing how he worked. He did know however he didn't want to get little Bean girl caught up in this. So he was relieved when she got out of that herself.
He prepared himself, and then delivered another punch right at the injured area of the robot, aiming to complete its destruction.
He was already absorbing some of the escaping energy, translating it into a type of energy he was far more familiar with owing to the fact he'd already come into contact with Yazata energy at the fight with Angra Mainyu.
Dream Team
Ranvald walked over to her and sighed - he wondered when he became this girl's savior - and picked her up. She...she was, what was the Earth word? Cute? He flushed red for a moment, but banished that from his face. He commenced marching to that place with her in his arms.
The mentor just looked at the collection of black Embodigems, and seemed to become more than a little suspicious of why there were so many of such an odd type.
"Could it be? No. No, it couldn't be."
He then kept moving to continue watching his charge and making sure he didn't go off with Wilma or anything.
NJI - Kris
Kris smiled broadly, and patted Magpie's head, and then turned to look at Kyle, "It's no problem Kyle. I know you've had a rough few days, and our on site nurses and doctors will have a look at that arm and see about healing you up."
He then looked inward at that massive supercomputer, "That over there is the onsite supercomputer - it has mission info, logged details about cases, and a lot more."
However his verbal tour was interrupted by the sudden opening of a portal of some sort. Due to being involved with heroics for some time already, Kris was not quite surprised to see this.
What he was surprised by was the horrifying chitinous thing behind the guy.
Kris ran over, activating his armor and firing off quick lasers from the shoulder areas to cut off the limb holding on to the Kaydenite, and using another beam to blast into the monster - hoping to get rid of it before it could get back up.
Kris flipped the Kaydenite over to look at his face. "Hey, hey! We're gonna get you some help. Whatever happened we're gonna help you get through it!" As he finished saying this he started carrying the Kaydenite in to get him to the main medical center in NJI HQ.
Edited by NickTheSwing on Jul 3rd 2018 at 1:10:25 AM
AKA Nixer
NJI HQ
The creature let out a choking wheeze of pain as its limb was quite neatly severed, its claw still digging into the alien's leg even so. With a screech, the creature regained its balance - before suddenly rocketing rather wonkily towards Kris, its now stump of what used to be an arm flailing behind it uselessly.
Seconds before reaching it, the Kaydenite shot out his hand towards it, a curved white blade materializing directly in its skull with a crackle of plasma, halting it in its tracks. It clawed weakly at it, before collapsing, spasming slightly before going still.
The alien released the construct, letting it disintegrate into a shower of sparks, before rolling out of Kris's grip and falling to the floor with a dull thud and a grunt of pain, pulling himself with one arm over to the corpse of the creature. As if in a trance, he raised his good arm above his head, before plunging it into the creature's already wounded skull, tearing off chunks of it with an increasing furiosity and savagery before eventually halting, panting heavily from the effort.
“It... would keep recovering...” he wheezed in a heavily accented tone, spitting onto the mangled pile of flesh that was once in the shape of a living thing. “They don't know... how to die...”
He was still tense, as if he wasn't assured that another wouldn't spring out of nowhere for him. He looked up, revealing his alien gaze that flickered around the others cautiously; large, neon white irises with barely visible pinpricks of pupils dotted in the centre that seemed to negate any constriction or dilation in the light.
“Wh... Where...?”
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Kris
Kris went over to the Kaydenite - wowed by how he kept on moving, even though he was in pretty bad shape. "You're among friends - don't worry, we can help you get back to full health here. Thanks for the save back there, I don't know what that creature was, though I imagine we might be figuring that out soon enough..."
He eyed the dead body of the monster - he thought it was dead earlier, and then it had just surged back up.
Seemed some particular trauma was necessary to get rid of those things.
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NJI HQ
The alien nodded, seeming to relax somewhat (key word being somewhat) as he heaved himself back up onto his feet, nodding towards Kris and apparently forgetting how to blink.
Or at least, that was how it would seem, but the longer one looked at his wide-open eyes the more obvious a paper thin third eyelid flicking across them would be, negating the need for him to fully blink for an extended half a minute or so.
“It's... an Altürgone. I don't think it's the last either. For all I know... they could be scattered elsewhere as well,” he informed in a slightly stagnated fashion, seemingly to be carefully picking each word out from a mental dictionary, before his legs suddenly gave out from underneath him, him barely being able to catch himself with his hands before he would have slammed his head into the floor.
“Ugh... I would... not be so trusting in any other situation, but I have no choice... I will relinquish myself into your care,” he grunted, although the way he phrased it made it almost seem like a demand as well as a plea. “The Altürgone... they'll be hunting me... for pleasure. You... can only kill them by destroying the head. Leave no part down to the shoulder undamaged. Otherwise... they'll just keep getting back up.”
He was silent for a short while, his face blue rather than red with effort, and the same could be said for his scratches and wounds, which were leaking a rich, azure tinted blood. He seemed to catch on to this, gesturing to it.
“It's... haemocyanin. Is that what you call it? Copper based. Not iron. My cousin... was thorough in his observations. He needed to be, in the event of this... very situation...” he chuckled weakly, before flicking his gaze up to Kris again, hesitantly extending his arm.
“The... hand-shake? A greeting, yes? I am General Noka Anok. Forgive my... abrupt entrance.”
Of course, the gesture probably would have been made better if his hand wasn't clenched into a fist, but it was the thought that counted, right?
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An Ordinary Oddball
Magpie
Magpie watched in wonder as Kris dispatched the monster with ease.
"Don't worry," she said, and patted the newcomer's face. "We'll have you up and at 'em in no time."
"We need to get him some medical help," she said seriously.
Welcome To The Library
As Ranvald neared the library, the mural of a sleeping dragon near the front entrance slowly reared up and sniffed the air. Then it stared at Ranvald and snorted.
It was practically a fact of life that people had to blink, even Weaponmasters. So, as he blinked, the entrance to the library grew steadily larger...
...and larger...
...and larger, until it was clear that he could walk through with no difficulty.
The dragon on the wall laid down and curled around the doorway once more, lazily looking at Ranvald with a half-lidded eye.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Jul 3rd 2018 at 12:40:36 PM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Surrounded by weirdoes
"So, is it safe to bring out my parents now?" Kyle asked, warily eyeing the monster "Or should we just tear whatever the hell that thing is apart just to be safe?"
Wake me up at your own risk.
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
the library
Echo had followed Wilma and Ranvald to the library and was waiting at the entrance. It was certainly an impressive sight."So, what it this place?"
Elm residence
Ada sat down, admiring the webpage she had created. "Elm tech support" she had eventually decided on calling it. Computer infected with a virus? Fatal coding error? Call your local hero, here to save your world that is your computer! Well, it sounded jazzy. Ada hoped she could get at least a few customers to start building up a resume, but that would take time. She ventured into the kitchen and settled down to a well earned cup of coffee. I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Outside Ryan's Gym
The robot crumbled utterly after the recent punch, the golem disappearing utterly. It never so much as squeezed Ryan's arm too hard before disintegrating, only trying to launch a claw at the daeva and the snake abomination before it crumbled away in mid-air.
The Quickest Route is a Straight Line, from Easton to...
The daeva had decided to go with a small team, rather than reassembling those who had felled AM, because well, Dexter did not seem to be in a cooperative mood, especially after something Aži Dahāka related had got to Marah and Angra Mainyu. Besides, Ryan was a heavy hitter, and the other one seemed a bit melancholy.
Although, she really did not like the idea of how many of those golems might have been around. The others had worn human guises that passed even her senses and used the light of the archenemy and...just so much! And I'm going to cross an arch-daeva or three. For their own good.
She stopped for nothing, even ordering pizzas for the group and having the deliverymen stand a corners before grabbing the pies and throwing out money without lifting her foot off the accelerator. When she actually sat in the driver's seat.
Matten paid some attention while car hopping across rooftops, that is she occasionally glanced in her mirror sheath while pouring over books in the back of the wagon train, four cars down from the van (the engine) while she flicked tentacles of blood at the wheel at seemingly random intervals.
This may have been less terrible when the wagon jumped a cliff and plunged into the Atlantic. No, the wagon train was nothing amphibious. The tires barely tread water while the daeva's essence kept the tons of ocean from crashing into the thing and the vehicle sunk quickly to the ocean floor. No, not dry. Between giving attention to her studies and deciding on exactly where to send them, oh and steering and navigation, she only gave marginal attention to keeping the ocean completely at bay.
Edited by CenturyEye on Jul 8th 2018 at 5:08:45 AM
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
An Ordinary Oddball
Magpie
Magpie ran about the NJI headquarters trying to find medical equipment.
Jumping Bean
The first thing Jumping Bean did when she got on was to put all of their packs in a corner in the back by squirming around to kneel over the headrests and access said back of the van.
The trio stowed their weaponry under the seats in front of them (Strangely, the insides of the van offered ample legroom despite this, perhaps having been modified for their comfort?). Then Red Tiger asked for help in taking off his armor (it was also thrown semi-neatly in the back and there was a great deal of scuffling), leaving him in his red hanfu.
There was some consternation when they first started building-hopping, but they calmed down relatively quickly when Jumping Bean likened it to flying on the gourd. Red Tiger and Black Wolf helped themselves greedily to the pizza, while Jumping Bean painstakingly removed all traces of meat from the slices before carefully digging in.
When they went into the ocean, Jumping Bean noticed that Matten wasn't doing as much as she could be to keep the water out, and simultaneously noticed that the wagon train also held life necessities and magic equipment (things that shouldn't get too wet), and traced out multiple Fu with greasy fingers and threw them around the inside of the car to waterproof it.
To test the water ward, she rolled down a window and was delighted when the water didn't come rushing in. She repeated the Fu-throwing for each of the other wagons. The group took advantage of the presence of the gourd and the water ward to wash their hands. They sprayed water at their hands, the water ended up outside, and then it stayed there.
The windows were then closed to avoid panicking the other passengers.
With everything stowed away, and their bellies filled, they could rest easy. The trio settled in for the trip.
Wilma
Wilma grinned from her place in Ranvald's arms.
"Welcome to Easton City Library, my home!"
She tried to gesture grandly, but ended up flopping an arm over the side of Ranvald's bridal-style hold.
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Ryan
Ryan looked a little disappointed the golem just crumbled like that - but then again this was a golem and not some sort of giant robot, so it'd make sense there'd be no explosion. When he saw the others heading off, he did so as well. This would probably be a long trip...
Ryan on the move
Ryan had some choice words for when the wagon train went over the edge of a cliff and into the ocean. Most of them were exceptionally profane, combinations of curse words, and even some freshly created ones involving the jeans of Jesus.
However when the bean girl went about fully sealing the place up, it didn't take long for Ryan to get accustomed to the way things were in there. He took up residence at the middle, not quite at the back nor the front.
As the trip went on, Ryan sang a bit, "Sweet dreams are made of this who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas everybody's looking for something..."
However it need not be said that Ryan was a heavy hitter and anti-hero first and not remotely a good singer.
He looked back at where the mystic girl and her friends were.
He contemplated how he'd gotten into this mess, and whether he could or even should involve NJI in this. He didn't want them getting hurt. Not like the last NJ group.
"Some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by you..."
An Ordinary Oddball
Road Trip
Red Tiger leans over the seats in front of him and taps Ryan on the back.
"Hey, brother, is that some kind of folk song? Can you teach it to me?"
Black Wolf opened his eyes.
"I'm trying to nap. Please, don't do it."
Jumping Bean, meanwhile, seems to find the situation amusing.
"Should we make sing-alongs a regular part of the trip?" she asks.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Jul 10th 2018 at 6:38:14 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
The Quickest Route is a Straight Line, from the Atlantic to...
The anglerfish kept on, even after Matten had whacked it on the nose with a paper fan—as much as the water and the pressure of the ocean allowed her to anyway. "You are completely at fault!"
The thing bore its teeth and swam alongside the minivan—where Matten was currently riding on top and 'steering' with the occasional foot on the wheel.
"Hey! If you didn't expect people to drive through your dinner table, maybe don't set a plate on the middle lane?"
The thing swam off, leaving bubbles and fish stuff in its wake. Matten threw her fan after it... which did not go far in the deep ocean. "Jerk!"
...
After climbing back int the van, rather wet for it all, she shook herself, not like a dog, like a dog with aristocratic poise. "Well, that happened." She shrugged her shoulders—hands still nowhere near the steering wheel. "The bottom dwellers get rude, their excuse being that none ever comes to these depths."
"So," she claps her hands together, finding the room to hop up and down in the van. "Anyone want to get the board games out. I bet we can twister, and then..." She conjures a replica of a scaly, slimy, three headed thing, with outsized eyes, impossible proportions, and odd angled movement before crushing it in her palm.
"I don't think any of you have yet met the beast. Aži Dahāka is a human man that the late chief adopted in a sense. Her pick could have been any king in those days. Here now, I don't know the playbook anymore. Even the yazata forecasted his reign carrying off 1/3rd of creation until their oh-so-bright-and-shiny lord crushed Angra Mainyu and his pet Evil Overlord under foot. Now though, well Angra Mainyu is dead. Which is foreboding." One reason the yazata have not finished us off is that destroying a daeva gives rise to something worse. Either the end of Angra Mainyu ends that or we're going to have some new experience...
Matten threw up her hands, scoffing. "Not that she is missed. In any case, my siblings have chosen now of all times to stick to pattern. Even without the pattern. I just need one of Aeshma or preferably Nasu to lead the clan astray—even more astray. Nasu especially... imagined Angra Mainyu would have forced her into her part in another story and even the chief found her less than controllable. Aži Dahāka is no match for her. That relationship is strange. We may also encounter Areshko." Of course, last is Areshko, but the line of envy never actually leads anything.
The davea put her face in her hands a moment before sighing. "I know you want to slash something or blow it up, or however things are stopped in America. That's not my play. I want three poisonous heads gone, so that the other three might better keep my clan. That's my play in the interests of full disclosure."
"Oh!" she smiled then. "And you have much lower stakes if you fail. If Marah was wrong about the archenemy being gone, the yazata will have finished off my clan with at least 2 in 3 sapient beings (including humanity) remaining. So, even if my little gambit fails, you'll have your world to go back to. Though since current events are beyond Prophecy Twist and well into someone stepped on a butterfly with serious repercussions, who knows what the future holds."
Edited by CenturyEye on Jul 11th 2018 at 4:00:12 AM
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
An Ordinary Oddball
Jumping Bean listened intently.
"Well, that's comforting, to say the least."
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
the library
Echo stood in front of the stony dragon. She wondered where Wilma and Ranvald had gone."Um, hello? Where did everyone go?"
she sighed. She decided to wait outside and see if anything would happen.
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AKA Nixer
Under Da Sea
Nathrach coiled his snakes around everything in the immediate vicinity of his seat as the van leapt and swerved from building to building, most of his snakes biting and hissing indignantly despite him being otherwise unperturbed. Once they entered the ocean however, he along with the rest of the serpents visibly relaxed, the latter untwisting from their tight grip on whatever secure notches in the vehicle they had found while the former simply let out a sigh and sank back in his seat, only moving to raise a finger in the air, waggling it at those seated behind him.
“I do want to point out – I got my heart set on ol' Dahāka's frankly gorgeous pets – so whether or not that'll be a burden to the rest of ye will have to wait and see.”
His finger then pointed at Matten. “Do keep an eye on wee little Aileana too for me, lass – I can feel an inkling of something within her. Always knew she was a special one,” he said, the last part stated in a somewhat more subdued and solemn tone, before an otherworldy trill echoed out in the depths, a large presence being able to be felt despite being unable to be seen. Nathrach promptly shifted to look out the window, gazing out into the darkness intently, before chuckling and shifting back into place.
“Ah, Nessie's come out to play. Didn't know she came this far. How sweet of her.”
His tone meant it was rather difficult to discern whether he was joking or not.
Easton West Park → Easton City Streets
It took three consecutive taxi cabs and a very long explanation of how Earth currency worked before Rine and Kyxe finally managed to get a lift, the latter still confused as to why they even needed a designated driver instead of just punching in some coordinates into that conveniently-planted little screen thing he was reading off of and letting the vehicle drive for them.
It was safe to say Rine had to fight the urge to physically restrain her in fear of her leaping across and taking over driving herself.
The very thought made him shudder.
Thankfully, their hushed conversation on the strange selective backwardness of Earth customs and technology was evidently too much for the driver, who soon drew an opaque screen across to segregate them. Rine got the feeling that in Easton there were many commodities such as this for when the civilians had had their fill of the what-the-#$&%ery their city provided on a disturbingly regular basis.
Now, though, they had some relative piece and quiet. Their destination was a simple, nigh-forgotten weapons store tucked on a street corner a few blocks away, but Kyxe still found the time to rest her head on her companion's shoulder.
“You know, this is nice. Reminds me of back home. On the transport.”
“You enjoy the sense of impending doom that comes with travelling to Wildland missions?”
She frowned. “Excluding that. You know what I mean, don't you?”
Rine didn't answer. He hadn't even moved from his position, staring out the window with a pensive expression etched across his face.
Kyxe sighed, before drawing back, a brief look of concern crossing her features as she looked Rine over again.
“Are you okay? You look... on edge.”
He glanced at her out the corner of his eye, before returning to staring out his window. “If there's one thing I've learnt about Easton, it's that you should always be on edge.”
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An Ordinary Oddball
Magpie
Magpie paused in her search for medical supplies.
"You know what...I'm probably in the way here. So, um, don't mind me. I'm going outside for a bit."
She scurried outside to escape the feeling of blatant weirdness from the past few days that was just beginning to set in. Magpie appeared to take a few deep breaths outside, not that she needed to breathe. In actuality, she was subtly pulsing her core in an attempt to convey the "WTF" feeling that had been the constant accompaniment of yesterday and today.
Realizing that none of her fellows were there to pulse back in a gesture of comfort, Magpie cleared her "throat" in embarassment and walked off.
Jumping Bean
Jumping Bean pressed herself up against the window enthusiastically.
"Wait, what? Nessie? As in the Loch Ness Monster? I read about her! On the internet!"
"I want to see a giant squid on the way to...wherever we're going."
"Are you kidding? I'd rather eat a giant squid!"
Like Nathrach's statement, that statement's sarcasm level was also ambiguous.
Wilma
The dragon snorted out steam when Ranvald didn't step through the doorway and crawled inside a cave. It was gone for a few moments. Then...
"OH MY GOD! Wilma! You're injured, hold still!"
"What the—"
The "Professor" from earlier came barreling out of the library doors, charged down the stairs, and shot Wilma's arm with a multi-colored laser. Immediately, Wilma's wounds started closing up, leaving several jagged scars. The Professor then took out a vial of greenish-colored liquid and poured it over Wilma's coat. Now, even the coat was repaired.
"What the hell, Professor? Well—I mean, thank you, but do those things have any side effects?" Wilma asked from her place in Ranvald's arms.
"Well, your arm could have erupted in boils, or you could have broken out in hives. But that only has a 0.0003% chance of happening, don't you worry!
"Er—well—you know what they say. One-in-a-million chances happen nine times out of ten."
"This isn't a story like that! ...Or is it?" The Professor looked around in paranoia, even though there was no one around except for them. "Come in, now. The Teapot made you lunch. I suppose you weren't able to get groceries..."
Wilma wriggled out of Ranvald's arms and walked into the library.
"You, er, can come in if you want to, Ranvald. You too, Echo. They don't bite," she said, referring to the murals.
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Ryan - Not Liking LAW
Ryan shouted as he broke free from its grasp, "Guardian? Don't give me that bullshit. If what you're doing is any indication, Dexter wants control and to be the only answer available. So once you're done, he's getting a punch to the face."
However he then moved to the side and let Jumping Bean go all full on the monster - trying to figure out how he could hurt an energy absorber.
And after Matten tried another attack, Ryan decided to try something.
Instead of using his nuclear energy powers, he rushed in after the attacks his friends launched and unleashed several super strength augmented blows at the main body of the robot. Seemed it had some problems absorbing different kinds of energy all at once...
That could be key.
Ranvald never guessed he'd be aided in battle by a bunch of odd drawings and mythical figure representations. He surmised this was the power of that girl - and so he made use of the distraction. In the midst of the chaos of the Dream Eaters being driven down and turned to ashes, he went for the biggest of them.
Launching up on a gout of red energy, he landed and skewered the creature through the back of the throat - or what passed for a throat - and started dragging his red energy blade upward.
As usual, the power his Weapon created burned these creatures, and he put all his strength into this.
He was rewarded by a squelching sound and a burst of black liquid, followed by the rest of the creature's body collapsing inward into a somewhat larger black embodigem.
The doors opened up before long, showing the inside of the place - a tremendous multi-floored location with a very large computer mainframe present, the central input area on the base floor, but the computer's complex extended up all three floors of the base.
There were a number of leisure activities and areas available - an indoor swimming pool and hot tub, a game station room, several living room type accommodations, various sporting rooms, and so on.
The floors were spotless and clean, looking like marble somewhat, but with a somewhat odd tinge. There was a large red carpet extending on the floor across the area, to the entrance to each room.
A phone line near the entrance started buzzing, and Kris merrily jumped out of it, dismissing his armor in short order once he was out.
He waved at Kyle and Magpie, "Welcome to our humble abode - New Justice International United States HQ." Kris looked a bit scuffled, like he'd been doing something before now.