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Post by Ranma Saotome on Jan 11, 2010 4:07:49 GMT -5
The sky cracked asunder, blood raining from the heavens. The ground was broken, shattered and unstable, tiny floating chunks of nightmarish hell floating about in a void, with the largest of these 'islands' housing a titanic mass of bodies that rose high into the air, smelling of death and blood. Near the summit of the mountain of corpses, the weary freedom fighters - those few that had stopped fighting with each other long enough to agree that the way the world was now sucked hard - hoped and prayed that this would be the day that they brought down the fiends hellbent on ending existence (or enslaving it, which, as a couple of them knew, was FAR more irritating - not to mention the limp you'd have in the morning). For a minute, several pairs of eyes met, and then they nodded, preparing to run up the last crest to face their tormentors and end things once and for all.
That's when the kid in the green tunic charged by, carrying an ocarina in hand.
"You've GOT to be kidding me..." groaned Revy, staring in disbelief as the kid stopped directly in front of the two 'sleeping' eldritch abominations, placing several musical instruments in a circle around him before bringing the ocarina to his - well, hers, the madness pulsating in the air having turned the poor teenager into a buxom young woman - lips. Turning to the others, Revy unslung her sniper rifle and lined up a shot, grumbling under her breath. "****in' kids, can't even let us have our ****in' Big Damn Heroes moment..." she complained, preparing to pull the trigger and get back to defeating the enemies of creation once and for all. Of course, her reasons for doing this were all completely innocent; she wanted to kill everyone else right after and then make out with the female Deadpool while bathing in their blood. Sure, it was weird and everyone would question her sanity, but screw them!
And that's when the kid started to play.
"Hey, I've played this game before!" commented Fempool, head bobbing along to the music. Groaning slightly, Revy turned towards the Merc With A Mouth (briefly, she wondered what else that mouth would be good for) and planted her hands on her hips, the stock of her rifle gripped in her hand. "What the hell happens now?!" she asked irritably, her forehead briefly aglow with an eerie golden eye, and her eyes widened in horror. "Oh no... NO! THIS CAN'T BE A DREAM, YOU WHO-"
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She woke up.
"****! **** **** **** **** ****!!!" screamed Revy as she sat up, eyes wide and pulsating with raw fury. There was no way that everything that had happened was a mere dream! She would hamstring the lazy higher power (or worse, her writer!) who decided that everything was a dream, and that things were going to remain the horrible nightmare that they had been. A quick survey of the area, however, told her otherwise, the ground actually feeling like... well... ground! And not the spongy, pinkish 'ground' that quivered like flesh when you stomped on it and bled when you poked a hole into it, but actual terra firma. Her eyes went skyward, frowning slightly at the dark brown hue that filled the skies, but at least it was no longer raining blood and hamsters and tentacle monsters. Shaking her head, laughing with relief, the gunslinger ran her hands over the Millennium Ring embedded into her chest, the prongs jangling against her tank top as she began to search for someone - ANYONE - else that was still free.
Though considering her luck, she'd find that damn cat first...
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Post by 'Tep, the Crawling Chaos on Jan 11, 2010 9:43:32 GMT -5
It had been a long time… Far too long. The plan they had orchestrated had been flawless… Completely and utterly flawless. They had foreseen everything that had happened and everything had gone according to plan: The betrayals… the corruption… the madness… the fights for power and independence. All of it had been orchestrated by them and all those that had participated in that twisted and mad dream had been manipulated to assume the roles they had accepted as their own… Yes, everyone. Revy… Deadpool… bob… Kobushi… Arkham… Michael… All of them had been thrown into that controlled dream they grew to accept as reality together with the rest of the world’s inhabitants. And why had that happened? All had been for the purpose of showing the foolish mortals just what the two Eldritch Abominations that wandered this Earth wanted to achieve… Letting them see their desired world and letting them experience just how overwhelming and unstoppable they were… But this was just the first step of the grand scheme… the dream to which the entirety of the world’s population had been thrown into had now come to an end. All of those that had been sleeping would wake up just like Revy had done a bit ago, finding themselves on a practically unharmed Earth but with the entirety of their experiences in the dream world intact and fresh in their minds. It was time to put into motion the second phase of their fiendish plot… And that was why ‘Tep looked so happy while he was perched in his throne of bones and flesh, his trademark grin present on his lips like always. It was time to give the Earthlings a choice… A choice that would influence their fate from this day onward… “ Foolish mortals who dwell in this small, blue planet. I am the Crawling Chaos, Nyarlathotep… and I address you all so you can make the most important choice of your short lives. You have just awakened from a forced slumber induced by mine and Cthulhu’s powers, that as you surely remember, threw you into a world where both of us ruled supreme as we conquered your Earth. You were thrown into madness and chaos, our domain, so that you could experience what we have in mind for your blue planet… and while I know some of you didn’t quite enjoy your experiences, I’m most certain that you have seen what we are capable of. And that is exactly why I come to you with a decision like I said before.” He paused after a small bit of time, letting his words get absorbed by his world-wide audience, whose minds he was touching all at the same time. “ You can either join us as our minions, getting a chance of getting rewarded as we conquer and shape this world as we see fit… or you may oppose our rule, on which case you will be pursued and destroyed. Think not you have a chance if you choose to rule against us. We are gods in this small, pathetic planet you call home and all of your hopes, dreams and future are on our hands… We can either be generous and fair deities or ravenous and bloodthirsty demons. Make your choice… and remember that what you’ll choose will define what you call your destiny. This is your only chance” And at that point, the mind link would seize, Nyarlathotep’s invading presence leaving their minds so that they could reflect upon his words and make their decision. The Outer God left his seat, walking a short way forward before he crossed his arms over his chest and let out a good, maniacal cackle. It really didn’t matter what they chose… In the end this world would be taken by them no matter who joined and who opposed them. But those that did rebel against their rule wouldn’t be left unscathed… No, they would find themselves immediately stripped of every power they had possessed since their contact with the Eldritch Abominations, be it regeneration or any other power while those who joined them would find themselves mentally linked to their new masters while keeping all their powers and capabilities. No matter what happened… the Earth would soon fall into chaos and madness and this time, it would be for real. (OOC: And with this the story begins. Good luck to everyone and I hope you guys have fun ![8-)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/cool.png) )
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Post by bob on Jan 11, 2010 15:55:31 GMT -5
*wakes up*
HOLY s***!!! It was all a dream. So I never had my body ripped in half, had my testiles removed, had my hands literally stuck on my ass, or any of the events I thought I endured.
But how it have all been a dream, it felt so real.
Well let's see. The ground isn't covered with blood or body parts, which is nice.
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Jan 12, 2010 12:09:38 GMT -5
A Helicopter lands on the Roof of the Zaibatsu HQ, arriving at it's destination to pick up the head of the company as he walks out to helicopter closely by the head scientist "So you were unable to locate and send out strike teams to kill the one's in the ethereal plane?" The CEO asks his head of research. "No, but we were able to locate most of them!" the Dr answers, handing his leader a piece of paper with co-ordinates on it. "Good" AJ answered "But, you still failed me. I cannot accept failure. You're fired!" He then pulls his Chrome P220 out of his coat pocket & shoots the scientist in the head, then turning to his second in command. "Promote one of the other scientists to the Head position. Pilot, head to these co-ordinates. We have some unfinished business to take care of."
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Post by Michael Hayden on Jan 12, 2010 16:19:31 GMT -5
*Hayden looked around, unsure of his surroundings. He felt both tired and awake at the same time.*
Wh-where is everyone? Where's Felicia?
*The cold, commanding voice of 'Tep interrupted Hayden's questions, drowning out his words and thoughts. As 'Tep finished, Hayden looked around once more.*
A dream? I've been fighting DREAMS?! GAAAAAAHHHH!!
Could be worse. You could be dead.
Oh great, I still have the annoying voice in my head. Look, just shut up okay? I have to find Revy and Fempool.
You know, I'm pretty sure they can manage without you. Besides, Revy would probably shoot you. Multiple times.
Didn't I say shut up? Trust me, I can handle this..... I think.
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Post by Deadpool is Insane on Jan 12, 2010 17:07:12 GMT -5
In a pitch black room Jason sat on the floor and hung his head, burying his face in between his arms while clutching the back of his head with both hands. As he rocked back and forth slightly his eyes darted around. He was both fearful and in denial about what was happening.
"This, this can't be real. There is no way." He remarked to himself in a tone that sounded as if he was on the verge of tears.
"What's the matter?" asked a female voice from behind.
Startled, Jason shook and jumped up quickly turning his head toward the voice. "You..." he said in a disbelieving manner as there he saw Nekopool standing with her paw on her hip and a mischievous grin on her face. She was the only thing that could be seen other than himself in the darkness. "... I made you. You aren't real!"
Nekopool gave him a devilish smile and walked up behind him, bending down and putting her right paw lightly on his shoulder. Talking lightly, in a non-threatening manner "Oh, I am real. All of this is real. Reality is just what you perceive it to be after all."
Jason shook his head and grabbed Nekopool's paw and threw it off of his shoulder, standing up and quickly turning around to face her in the process. Nekopool made a slightly sad face looking toward her paw, as if being hurt by someone you cared about... but with a bit of a sarcastic tone to it, as if the emotion wasn't real. "I don't want anything to do with any of you. Just leave me alone," Jason told her.
Changing her expression to one of lust she looks at Jason in the eyes, "Oh but you do want it. Don't waste this opportunity." She walks toward Jason, putting her right paw on the right side of his chest, then slowly walks behind him, wrapping her arm behind him in the process. She whispers into his left ear, "You talked to Nyarlathotep on a more... personal... basis. You were one of the lucky few to do so. Others only heard his mandate. You are special."
"No, no... that was just a joke... on..." Jason tries to explain before being cut off by Nekopool. "On what? AIM? Yes, you were just talking to a friend, so you think, but as I told you before reality is what you perceive it to be." she explains to him. Falling further into disbelief Jason just shakes his head again, however this time he doesn't try to escape Nekopool's grasp.
"My master, and I, both know everything you want. Everything you desire. We also know everything you hate. The master chose you, and believe me, it's not often he takes time to deal with individual humans. He put me with you to help guide you to where you need to be to fully serve him." With that, Nekopool extends one claw from her paw, and moves it across to Jason's left shoulder, and runs it down his arm to his hand being careful to make sure not to cut him deeply. Jason, now almost paralyzed with fear and disbelief doesn't move at all as a slight bit blood is drawn from him in some spots of Nekopool's scratch. As her paw finally reaches his hand she grabs it and once again lets loose an evil smile.
"Now, we are going to change the world... and I'm going to help you learn your role. Follow me, we have to go find my friend Felicia. You'll like her." She says with delight.
With a worried expression and tears rolling down his cheek, Jason completely lets his guard down - for now. A bright door like shape opens in the darkness as Nekopool leads him out of the room and through it. As he passes through the door the thoughts in his head range every where from wonderment of what's to come, escape and even.... staying? [No, no... I will not. I must get out of here... This is madness.]
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Post by Deadpool is Insane on Jan 12, 2010 17:23:53 GMT -5
Loud explosions are heard and debris flies everywhere. When the smoke settles, Fempool is seen lobbing grenades all over the place.
[GOD DAMMIT!]
"I KNOW, I KNOW. You don't have to yell at me!"
[I'm not yelling at you. I'm yelling in general!]
"Well, look we need to collect our thoughts and find Revy. I so want to get laid tonight... and kill the f***ers who put me through all of this."
[Wait why are we still female?]
Do you want me to break the fourth wall?
Fempool cracks a smile beneath her mask as she gets to do one of her favorite things - make people around her go "huh?" To bad for her there were no people around at this point.
[That's what we do.]
Well, it's probably because somewhere in the dream we accepted what happened to us. We came to identify ourselves as female, so when we woke up that's what we were. Now, I do believe it's a "whole package" kind of deal.
[What do you mean by that?]
As in, if you accept the powers the Great Old ones gave you, you also have to accept your warped sense of servitude toward them. Since I, however, in the dream ended up freeing myself from them - thanks to the ever so volatile and hot Revy - and was female that was kind of my accepted form.
[Why don't you want to be a dude again?]
Are you kidding me? Look how ugly I was. At least this way even if I can't get someone else I also can fondle myself.
Fempool points toward her well endowed chest.
[Can't argue with that logic. But now that you had a convenient exposition dialog, why are we throwing grenades everywhere?]
I'm trying to catch Revy's attention.
And with that conversation with herself, Fempool continued to slam down grenades, even going to far as to intentionally blow her leg off at one point when she was bored. She just hopes that Revy finds her and that all the random explosions doesn't gain the attention of some other jerk first.
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Post by aka Cthulhu on Jan 12, 2010 20:02:11 GMT -5
THE CREATURE was not happy. It was not human, but It thrived on living people, and was busy digesting a few when Nyarlathotep awakened them. There was a feeling of shock, from the inside, and then terror when the people inside It realized that they were inside It. They screamed, as the walls inside closed in.
There was a faint sound of a hiss, and then the Creature stirred. From afar, it looked like some kind of primeval octupus, and slightly more plant-like than animal. It was pure white, and had tentacles extending out the edges of its blob-like center. And it moved again.
The Creature gathered around itself, as if it were to implode, and shrank. It had no real mind, but It had a few thousand human minds trapped inside him, and they had an imagination that It could use. It transformed.
At first, it was vaguely human-shaped, like a wax statue. There was a moment of uncertainty as several minds were used to debate amonst themselve, and after some time It decided to be female. After improving the fine detail on the design, It, or She opened her eyes.
She looked around her surroundings. She was not sure where she was, but she knew where to go. Hungry for more people, she walked into the new world.
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Post by Void on Jan 12, 2010 22:50:22 GMT -5
A pulsing laser light show accompanied by thumping electronica music with eerie pipe organs sets the scene inside of the nightclub Erik often frequents. He sits in his own booth accompanied by an entourage of sorts...mostly clingy women, but a few rather dodgy and tough looking males are in tow. All of them are undeniably gorgeous, statuesque.
Lots of people come here for different things. Some to escape the tedium of their "normal" nine to five lives. Some to explore, to learn more about themselves. And some, well...simply want to sleep with vampires. This nightclub specializes in catering to the "supernatural" crowd. Vampires, voodoo queens, telepaths, hell if a downed Roswell pilot wandered in, the bartender would gladly serve him. The point is...the patrons are a little bit stranger than your usual douchebag nightclub dwellers. As dangerous as this place should be, at night, it's truly one of the safest places a 'super could find themselves. The same could be said for humans, as it's an unwritten rule to not feed on unwilling mortal customers. It's a place of respect. If trouble were to be brought here, it would likely find it's way out the door pretty quick.
"I'm bored..." Erik quips, running a hand through his long blonde locks. A former viking...not of the football variety. He's a partial owner of the place.
"And I can't help but feel like something bad is coming our way...how long was I out for?"
"You were asleep for a good few days, Erik. We were worried about you...er, until we remembered there wasn't really...any chance of you dying in your sleep or anything." Ryan muses. Ryan is Erik's right hand man, strong and intimidating. He was a World War II pilot in a past life. He looks pretty clean cut, but has a distinctive facial tattoo of ancient glyphs. If you haven't guessed by now, he too is a vampire. He serves as sort of a personal bodyguard, but is also head of security for the club. Ryan looks around and just shakes his head.
"I can see why you're bored. Same scene as it always seems to be. Slightly frightened bald businessmen trying to grind on the finest undead women in the world..."
His voice resonates, smooth and decidedly American, compared to Erik's rather Nordic twang.
Jessica looks over to Erik, giving him the bedroom eyes. She's in her mid twenties, firey red hair (not her natural hair color...), fair skin. She looks the part, but she's still human. She's Erik's uh...blood supply, undoubtedly his favorite. He claims she has a sweet taste compared to others. Whether or not this is the truth or he just likes that she's from a very rich family is anyone's guess. We all assume he's telling the truth, we never get to have a taste...
"Well, so...when are you gonna turn me, Erik?" she beams.
Erik glowers and shakes his head "I'm not. But..." he grins to himself. "I'm glad you mentioned that. I hunger, and I feel we may soon have company. Best to eat before guests arrive. It'd be awfully rude to eat without offering them a meal."
He gestures to her and she eagerly turns leans her head slightly to the side for him, allowing him to ravenously sink in his fangs. Briefly moaning in pain, but it seems to subside in an odd sort of pleasure.
Ryan tries to ignore their rather public display and just mumbles "He seems to think someone is on their way...and he's rarely ever wrong. Wonder who it could be."
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Post by The General of the Monkey Army on Jan 12, 2010 23:01:14 GMT -5
Commander Anderson: What's your name solider?
Man: Trent East
Anderson: Where are you from?
East: Lansing, Michigan
Anderson: Rank?
East: Private
*Anderson looks at a few papers in East's file*
Anderson: You have outstanding marks here East. Blackbelt in judo, expert marksmen, and excellent survivor skills. I'm impress
East: Thank you sir.
Anderson: East I'm going to ask a lot from you.
East: What's that sir?
Anderson: Our intell has recently discovered a large shipment of blackmarket weapons in central Africa. We believe most of these weapons are being sold to rebels. We are sending you and nine other men to stop them.
East: When do I ship out sir?
Anderson: 0500. I suggest you get some rest East. Your dismissed.
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Post by Ranma Saotome on Jan 13, 2010 9:57:11 GMT -5
Gasping softly, her slippered feet slapping silently on the fence, Ranma Saotome - self-professed "greatest martial artist alive" - sprang off the brick barrier and into an alley, sprinting around the corner to duck behind it, vanishing from sight in the shadows. A few seconds later, a pair of demons sprang past her, the abominable creatures splitting up to cover more ground, and the buxom redhead squeezed her eyes shut as one almost brushed up against her. As the demonspawn vanished, she let out a soft sigh and moved away from the wall, no longer using the Umisenken to mask her presence, and sighed, bending over with her hands on her knees.
Haaaah... f-finally... damned persistent... minions... and... huh? she asked herself softly, blinking rapidly as she watched an angry, violet-haired woman storm down the middle of the street, a pair of pistols gripped tightly in her gloved hands, a golden neck ornament hanging slightly from her chest. Her blinks became more confused as the woman abruptly smacked herself in the ear with the butt of one pistol, a hissed series of expletives escaping her before she continued running down the street, leaving the martial artist's line of sight. S-somebody else is... is awake? Oh... oh thank Kami! Help! she silently cheered, creeping carefully down the alleyway, subconsciously slipping back into the Umisenken to avoid the demons running about, haunting her.
Stopping at the edge of the narrow passage, Ranma arched an eyebrow as the woman - Revy - paused, turning slightly to her right as an explosion went off, hands going to her hips reflexively. "Dammit..." she grumbled softly, raising a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose before shaking her head. "Hey, 'Pool! Knock it the **** off, yer just wastin' good ****in' pineapples now!" snapped Revy, taking off down the side street, not noticing the silent, unseen figure following behind her, the haggard martial artist waiting to see just who the gunslinger was allied with. At least she's not one of those demonic hell-beasts... she silently noted, keeping an eye out for her pursuers as she tried to keep Revy in her sights.
Behind her, one of the 'demonic hell-beasts' in question emerged, licking a paw casually as it looked around, purring softly. Not seeing its favorite new toy, the cat mewled lowly and trotted back down the alley, resolving to find its partner in crime to see if it had seen the martial artist...
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Post by Michael Hayden on Jan 13, 2010 13:31:54 GMT -5
*The sun was high in the air as Michael Hayden wandered the desolate land. It had been hours since 'Tep had revealed everything Hayden had known to be a ruse, which only furthered his desire to rid this place of 'Tep. Realizing the foolishness of one man going against someone of 'Tep's power, Hayden resorted to searching for his friends and allies. Six hours ago.*
[We've been walking for six hours.]
I'm aware.
[The last living thing we saw was that comatose bird three miles back.]
I'm aware.
[We could have eaten him. You know, since we're starving and all.]
Sigh... I'm aware.
[So why won't you do anything about it?]
Sigh... we need to find Felicia, Fempool, and Revy before we can make some sense out of what's happening. Once we do, we need to find everyone opposed to Cthuhlu and 'Tep and defeat them. That way, we prevent anything and everything that happened in the dream world and keep this place alive.
*Hayden smiled as the persistent voice in his head was, for once, silent.*
Now if only I could find Felicia, things might start taking a turn for the better.
[Or, we could follow those explosions.]
What explosions?
*Hayden turned towards his right as the distant sound of an explosion was heard. Smoke began to rise higher and higher, almost as if to block the sun. Hayden sighed.*
Well, might as well go see what that's all about.
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Jan 13, 2010 14:28:44 GMT -5
The pilot brings the Pave Low down over a warzone in the city.
"We know for a fact that one of the targets is somewhere in this city. We just don't know where." The pilot tell's his passanger.
Suddenly, a series of explosions rack's the city below & AJ spots a red & black figure below him fighting off unidentifiable soldiers
"Tch. Looks like I found one of them. & it looks like they need help..." He then jumps out of the helicopter towards his target.
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Post by Michael Hayden on Jan 13, 2010 15:46:35 GMT -5
*Felicia sniffled as she curled up into a ball. She couldn't find Michael or Nekopool, and she had been searching for hours. She lost the two people she loved in this world for no reason, and now she found herself in a strange and foreign land. She had managed to get enough supplies to eat and stay comfortable, but even now all she felt was sadness.*
My friends... I miss my friends... where did they go? Why am I all alone?
*Felicia continued her silent sobbing, her mood worsened as she remembered 'Tep's announcement. He had played with her emotions, with everyone's emotions, and yet all she felt was sadness. Sadness that her counterpart Nekopool couldn't see the evil in what he had done. She would save her, she would protect her from 'Tep and everyone else. She wouldn't let anyone harm Nekopool ever again. Anyone.*
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Post by Speed Racer on Jan 13, 2010 23:47:07 GMT -5
*A young man walks over to his wagon, checking his supplies when a gang of hoodlums come over and start prodding and poking at him. He tells them he don't want any trouble, but they don't buy it, starting to beat him with hickory axe handles. He hides under his wagon, as one of the hoodlums states, "This outta make a fine fire," as he lights a match. But as he lights it, someone douses him with water. They all look up to see a man in a hat, bucket in hand.*
Shouldn't play with matches.
*He then grabs a hickory axe handle and proceeds to teach the hoodlums a lesson. The young man thanks the man, only known to the people as "The Preacher." He walks over to his horse, saddling up. One thing is upon his mind: the words he's been hearing in his head for some time now. He spurs the horse, riding off to face this new menace.*
*He stops near the edge of the woods. This strange, supernatural forest. He looks around, dismounting off his steed. As he takes a few steps, a demon flies out of a tree. But the man is quick to draw, killing the demon with a few shots from his weapon. He looks at it, studying it a bit, before mounting back up, knowing what he must do.*
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Post by bob on Jan 14, 2010 14:26:30 GMT -5
*is thinking to himself*
I think...yes...yes I've come to accept that it was all a dream, although it freightened me greatly. I was through hell. I was torn limb from limb several times. Which makes me want to side with 'Tep out of fear. If I'm on his good side the less likely it is he'll kick my ass. And if I'm aligned with him more powers will surely come, which is nice. And with the new powers the easier it will be to kill the evil Kobushi.
*stops thinking*
Let's see....hey look it's the The General of the Monkey Army. Let's see what he's up to.
*walks towards the building that The General of the Monkey Army is being held in*
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Post by 'Tep, the Crawling Chaos on Jan 15, 2010 21:34:22 GMT -5
“And so… it begins.”
Those were the only words the Eldritch Abomination’s lips as he stood a small way in front of his flesh and bone throne, his deep red eyes fixed upon a single location a few miles in front of him. His ever-present grin reappeared on his lips as he raised his right arm up into the air, his fist closing shut just before a huge earthquake made itself known to all those in the nearby surroundings. The earth shifted and broke apart as a huge spire started to emerge from its very depths, growing and growing in size in mere seconds until its peak reached the sky and pierced the clouds. It’s form shifted and twisted repeatedly as it grew, several demonic and skull ornaments appearing on it’s surface as a fountain of lava started to spew forth from the mouth of the biggest, horned demon skulls of the towers walls, surrounding the place with a pit of lava and destroying the surrounding environment in the process… And upon close inspection, one would see how the towers walls were instead amalgamations of seemingly petrified human beings, all of them with their arms stretched as if trying to get help and escape, their mouths and expressions illustrating the pain they must have been in when they had “died”. And this, his most recent creation, had a more than fitting name: “The Wailing Tower… Made of a billions of tormented souls whom still twist and cry about their misfortune. Such a wonderful place to have as a base, isn’t it?” the Crawling Chaos asked to no one in particular, his red eyes gleaming with evilness. Now that the ‘base of operations’ problem was taken care of it was time to go and revisit some old “friends” of his. He knew some would come willingly to his presence, be it to defy him or to join him, but others he was sure would try to avoid him for at least some time… and that just couldn’t do…
… Especially when he had already chosen just who to visit first.
‘Tep’s semblance would disappear from sight as these words ran through his mind, an evil cackle erupting from his lips as he fixed his mind on his target and proceeded to dematerialize, his form disappearing in a vortex of shadows just as another one of these materialized right in the middle of a certain side-street… “Why, good day to you… Revy. Let me ask you one thing…” the Outer God asked in a mocking tone as he stepped out of said vortex, appearing just behind where Revy was. “… did you have any joyful dreams these past few days?” He finally asked as he eyed the gunslinger woman, a grin still dancing on his lips as the things around himself start to get corrupted just from his presence. He was sure of what the woman’s reply would be… But no matter the end result, he was sure that in the very least it would be entertaining for him. After all, the two of them weren’t alone…
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Post by Ranma Saotome on Jan 16, 2010 1:24:29 GMT -5
Her boots thudding loudly against the cement, Revy sighed as she continued to follow the explosions, part of her wondering if it was actually her partner in senseless murder (and other, kinkier things) or if it was a dedicated ruse to make the gunslinger come running in search of the missing Fempool. Turning a corner, the homunculus froze and growled in raw hatred, quickly drawing a Cutlass as Nyarlathotep formed in front of her, the alleyway warping from the corrupting presence of the Outer God. The almost casual questioning caused her to growl again, quickly snapping her drawn handgun up to fire twice at his (well, she assumed 'Tep was a 'he') chest. "Shut the **** up, you ****faced ****eater!" she snapped, her forehead flaring with a brilliant golden eye as the Millennium Ring impaled into her chest began to pulsate. "Get out of our way, right now!" she continued in a darker tone, her hair becoming spiky as she moved to race past the Eldritch Abomination.
Behind her, the silently moving Ranma blinked in surprise, her mind barely registering the chaos that accompanied Nyarlathotep. Pressing tightly against the wall, the martial artist inhaled softly and continued to watch, not wanting to tangle with the Outer God unless forced into it, and she always had the Saotome Final Attack to fall back on until she came up with a plan. I miss the days when things were normal... she griped to herself, flinching as the gunshots echoed through the alley.
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Post by Deadpool is Insane on Jan 16, 2010 17:07:19 GMT -5
While tossing grenades around and eating a turkey sandwhich...
[Hey, where did we get that?]
"Plot Device."
... Fempool feels a corrupting power in the air nearby. Not through any powers of her own, mind you. She's not Wolverine or something, it's just that anyone could feel this power at work. Just being in it's presence leaves you with a shiver running down your spine and thoughts in the back of your head that you should probably off yourself to avoid it's wrath.
Dropping her sandwich to the ground Fempool nervously speaks with herself, "Uhmm, thought box, I think we may have garnered the wrong attention with my plan."
[Oh you mean the brilliant plan of tossing around grenades randomly? How did that ever go wrong.]
She furrows her brow and responds, "I really don't know we'll have to fi...". As she tries to talk to herself some more shots ring out into the air that interrupt her. "Okay, we need to really check down there to see what's going on, that may be Revy."
[Wow that would be convenient wouldn't it?]
"Convenience is my middle name. Wade Convenience Wilson. Good thing Wade works as a male or female name."
Fempool decides that she better see what is happening by the alley that looks like it's becoming H.R. Geiger's and H.P. Lovecraft's bastard fantasy child. Running as fast she she can she unsheathes her pistols ready for a fight... from whatever or whoever is down here. Turning the corner, she comes behind where Nyarlathotep has appeared, with him standing between her and...
"REVY!" Fempool shouts excitedly while fixing her pistols square at Nyarlathotep's head. She looks at 'Tep with a disgusted look on her face and snarls, "Oh, and you to I guess asshole."
She stands ready to attack at any moment, but not making a move until the situation is accessed a little better.
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Post by AJ Powell: Judge Magister on Jan 16, 2010 20:43:53 GMT -5
AJ sprints around the corner with his P220's drawn and trains them on the people he faces, ready to open fire on anyone attacks him.
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