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Post by thatfallout3guy on Apr 9, 2012 16:50:16 GMT -5
"A team?" Fallout asked, cocking an eyebrow at his son's request. James nodded in response, "Yeah, a team. I could do a lot better with more than just Paul, Arohk, and Green helping me out, and it'll be good practice for when I take over the TSC." Fallout just let out a small chuckle, "You sound sure you're gonna be the one that I make Commander if I retire." "I am sure," James responded in a confident tone. Fallout just shook his head, letting out a mix of a sigh and a laugh, "Do whatever the hell you want, James. If you want to put together a team, then it's your business." James smiled widely, pumping his arm, "Awesome! Thanks!" He exclaimed, turning and walking to the door to lead him outside of the office. As he crossed the threshold, he turned back to Fallout, "Oh, and the team will all be Sentinels in training! Thanks bye!" He exclaimed in a rush, hurrying out. Fallout opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as he knew James would just ignore it. He sighed, returning to his paperwork for the time being. *One month later...* Two officers sat behind several monitors, watching eight individuals in training rooms of some kind. All of the training rooms had been laid out differently, but some features remained the same. The walls and floor were a slightly dim shade of white, and shared a metallic like surface. The first monitor showed the room holding the man known as Trick Sparrow, as assassin with poison abilities. The room was built like a maze, and Sparrow was place in the middle. Bloodfist patrolled the maze, and Sparrow had been instructed to take them all out as quickly as possible. From where he stood there were only two directions, left and right, with an air duct directly in front of him that could take him around the maze. The second monitor showed the room holding the rich young shapeshifter, Alexander de Luca. In his room he saw walls that were tightly placed together. Beside him rested a button that would extend targets. He had been instructed to go through the walls, taking out as many targets as he could before they retracted back into the walls. The button would serve to extend the targets. The third monitor showed the room holding the noble Paladin, Davien Martellus. In front of Davien stood a Necromancer, who had summoned thralls of undead to fight for him. He looked weak physically, but his magic was strong. Davien had been instructed to kill the Necromancer. The fourth monitor showed the room holding KEX Model #256978, a combat medic that seemed to prefer ranged weaponry. He sat in a tower of some kind, able to see a group of Bloodfist firing upon a single, injured soldier who rested behind a sandbag. He had been instructed to kill the Bloodfist, and save the soldier. The fifth monitor showed the room holding Argus Bae, or Mirrorfist as some called him. He sat in one room alone, observing a captured Child of Eldwroth through a one way glass. He had been told that this Child held valuable information, and he had to figure out what that was. To help him, he was given a folder holding several allies that the Child had known. The sixth monitor held Skye Kozar. She was at the start of a series of corridors, with TSC soldiers patrolling the halls and keeping open ears and eyes for anything suspicious. She had been instructed to get from the entrance to the exit of the halls, without harming any of the soldiers, or being spotted. The seventh monitor showed Onna Silverstone, an Elven Vampire. She had been placed in the center of a maze that was designed similarly to a full warehouse, with Children of Eldwroth vampire hunters patrolling the aisles. She had been given only one instruction, escape by any means necessary. The eighth and final monitor showed Zethinir Nalathor, a wind mage. He stood on a large, floating platform that had no railing protecting him from falling over into the water below. Two large fans opened from across him. Five round lights were above both fans, with the symbols I, II, III, IV, and V above each. The lights with I over them flashed on, and gusts of wind blasted Zeth back towards the edge.
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Post by Rygand on Apr 9, 2012 18:02:35 GMT -5
Sebastian turned his gaze upwards, the bright lights of the room burning his eyes somewhat. He moved his arm over his head to give his sight some shade, while inspecting the towering walls that stood around him. They ended at a certain spot, leaving plentiful space on top of them. It seemed that the room was built like a maze for a laboratory mouse.
Sighing to himself, Sebastian walked over to the wall in front of him, tapping it with his knuckles. A smirk rose to his lips, amused by something.
"Seems you know me all too well already, James." The walls were made out of a rubbery material, which Sebastian wouldn't be able to poison, as he often did with various objects. The ground seemed to be of the same material. No cheap tricks to be used here. "I can't cheat? How boring. What is a sparrow without his tricks?"
Turning his attention to the air ducts, a grin spreading across his face. "Too obvious. Let's mix things up a bit..."
Sebastian began doing very basic stretches, limbering up his arms and legs. He crouched down, as if ready to leap. Springing up from the ground, he jumped towards the wall infront of him. Stepping nimbly off it, he jumped to the opposite direction, climbing towards the top of the room by jumping from wall to wall in an impressive showcase of his acrobatic skills.
Finally reaching the top of one wall, he grabbed the edge, pulling himself up. Crouched on top of it like a cat, he took a look at his surroundings. The maze wasn't as big as he had expected, but he had seemingly picked a good vantage point. He could see the maze in it's entirety, and the Bloodfist roaming in it. He started counting in a very child-like way, using his fingers.
"One... two... three... four... five... six... seven..." He trailed off, now standing at his full height, peering out trying to get a better look. He smirked, nodding to himself. "Ten. Right..."
Getting a better look at the Bloodfist marauders, whom were all busy looking for their target, Sebastian noticed that they were all wearing gas-masks. No surprise there.
"Tryin' to completely castrate me, are ya?" He muttered under his breath, an amused expression still on his face. "Well, that ain't gonna work."
Pulling up his sleeves, Sebastian's wicked grin grew only wider. A strange purple goo began to drip from his hands. The sticky substance dropped onto the thin wall underneath him, foul, poisonous smog rising from the spots it fell on. It seemed to be highly corrosive. The Sparrow looked through the maze once more, spotting each of the marauders, then taking flight.
Jumping nimbly from walltop to walltop, he had gone over the entire room in what seemed like a matter of seconds. The sound of fired assault rifles, screams of pain, and a sadistic laughter echoed in the room. Down in the maze, now spasming and twisting uncontrollably in pain, were ten Bloodfist, covered in the purple sludge, smoke emanating from their skin and armor.
Sitting atop a wall at the end of the room, resting one of his elbows on his knee, Sebastian was still grinning widely. It seemed that he had avoided all damage, completely untouched. He turned his gaze to the camera, looking directly at it.
"Are we done here? I feel like taking a nap."
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draconicdm
Sexy Member
Subterranen lava dragon.
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Post by draconicdm on Apr 9, 2012 19:01:41 GMT -5
MORE tests? Alexander scoffed as he casually surveyed the training room.
He had taken special care to look his finest for today. His hair was tied back in a handsome scarlet ribbon, and every fiber of his luxuriant dark hair shone. His shirt was a plain black cotton one; he had forsaken the lace for today. His sabre sat waiting in its scabbard. A handsome thing it was. Black leather embossed with gold designs, the letters “V.V.” shining quite clearly.
Target practice, how very boring. Alexander had hoped for some sort of beast to fight, something that bled. Oh well, Alexander could pretend just as well as the next man. He would prove quite clearly that he was the better choice; he would not be outshined again. Slowly, he drew forth his prized blade. It was polished to a fine sheen, his motto, “Oppress the weak, obey the strong” was made all the more visible.
Oh buttons, how they longed to be pressed. Taking a run at it, Alexander slammed his hand onto the button and flew at the targets. First he would show off his speed, making broad sweeping gestures and taking out targets as fast as possible. He came to the end of the wall in little time, new targets, new tactics. His blade danced leisurely down the aisle, lopping off heads and stabbing chests. The whole mock battle kept him grinning.
Now it was time to head back down, a perfect time to display his best trick. Gradually, his limbs lengthened, his teeth sharpened, and his eyes narrowed. His coif hardened and formed a cowl, like the hood of a cobra. The shapeshifter chose a very unlucky target. He twisted and slid his way between them, his serpentine body allowing him a great range of motion. His jaws found the head of one target and ripped it off the wall.
He imagined it convulsing with pain as the searing neurotoxin permeated it’s nervous system. Fire, blood, his blade dripping with that glorious red liquid. Lifting his scaly head proudly, Alexander silently dared the world to meet his blade, for there was no one that could, he thought.
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kain17335
Unstoppable Badass
The Scottish one.
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Post by kain17335 on Apr 9, 2012 20:31:09 GMT -5
Davien walked into the middle of the group of thralls, he was moving his hands around fluidly, making some sort of odd shape with them as small blobs of white light followed his fingers, making tiny trails of light as they moved. Davien's hands slowed down momentarily, almost seemingly making time slow as he focused. "I will purge you of this land, demon." Davien said as he brought his hands together. As soon as Davien's hands met, a green pulse of light emanated from them, making the thralls scream in pain as they were 'healed', making them collapse into piles of dust. The necromancer, however, was healed by Davien, most likely making Davien's job a lot harder.
Davien smiled as he turned slowly towards the Necromancer, unsheathing his greatsword with ease. Davien held his greatsword up with one hand, as if it were a feather, slowly becoming covered in a warm, white light as he walked. "Ac'tule et valorum!" He shouted, jumping at the necromancer, raising his sword high above his head as he leaped through the air. The necromancer quickly jumped to the side, dodging the attack as Davien's sword met the floor, making a large canyon of a hole in the ground. He growled furiously as Davien yanked the sword out, only to be struck by a bolt of lightning, sending him back into the wall, making a Davien-shaped hole in the wall. "Fool." Said Davien, pushing himself off of the wall, looking almost as if nothing had happened to him. "I've suffered far worse."
Davien charged at the necromancer, grabbing his sword as he ran and holding it at his side, readying it for a swing. As his sword began swinging, however, the mage brought up a shield of blue light, which stopped his sword barely in its tracks, but this did not waiver Davien, he kept pushing as he saw the mage slowly began to tire from holding such an energy hungry spell, Davien kept pushing, shouting louder and louder as the white light turned from white to scarlet, making his armour look bloodstained and rusted.
As the necromancer tired, Davien's strength only seemed to keep going up, reaching new feats of physical prowess as his whole body turned red, with his eyes glowing with anger and his skin almost black.
Just as it seemed that Davien had reached his limit, he made one more massive push, breaking through the shield and slashing into the necromancer, cutting him clean in half as Davien's sword went straight through the mage's stomach, making blood explode across the room, showering Davien in it.
"Always such dramatic deaths..." Davien said in an annoyed tone as he turned, walking away from the limp carcass of the once would-be necromancer. "Can I go now? Such fights bore me when the enemies have no minds."
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Post by bluebook06 on Apr 9, 2012 22:03:54 GMT -5
Skye was scrutinizing the start of series of corridors. Her demeanor was dark. This is pissing me off. This training it taking too long, and wasting my time. Skye thought as her eyes squinted in annoyance. Let’s make this quick.
Skye began to devise her strategy. Alright what can I do here? No damaging anyone, so my arm and physical strength is out of the question. I see no point in trying to predict the future in this situation. It’s useless.
Skye flicked her head to the right. She thought she heard a noise. She scurried into one of the halls just in case a TSC soldier was on its way. Quickly inspecting the hall for intruders, she returned to her plans.
Shapeshifting and mind-reading. I can work with that. But how to get to the exit? Skye ruminated on that. Her eyes lit up with excitement when she finally came up with a solution. I should of thought of this in the beginning! It’s so obvious! Shape-shift into a soldier! Skye thought hard about how they looked like. She had gotten a good look at them in her earlier training. She reflected on the dark uniform. The boots, the armor, and the helmet. Also, on the black gun they carry with them. Skye turned into a perfect looking male TSC soldier.
Soldier Skye gave a slight grin, but quickly got rid of it. Shape-shifting wasn’t the hard part, it was acting as one of them. Soldier Skye searched the mind of the closest solider to find the ending of this hell. She started running silently and softly down the hallway. She found it hard to penetrate the minds of the soldiers. They had been trained to be resistant to psychics.
Soldier Skye managed though, and was feet away from the exit. Suddenly another soldier appeared, and they made eye contact. Oh shit! Soldier Skye thought. She twitched her head to the opposite direction of the exit.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I heard a noise, sounded like a....” Skye cocked her head. “Like a squeak!?” She ended brilliantly.
“It’s her!” He muttered under his breath, and made a dash for the direction.
Soldier Skye ran to the exit, without bumping into anyone else. Skye changed back into herself. A huge smirk appeared on her face.
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ThatOneGuysBro
Murdered One Of The K-ON Cast
Problem officer?
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Post by ThatOneGuysBro on Apr 9, 2012 22:51:11 GMT -5
Aloft the metaloid structure suspended over deep blue waters of unknown depth stood an elf with paleness of skin. Physically unimposing, thin yet fair, his raven locks draped over his shoulders like a night tide. Not yet sure what to expect he stood with relaxed composure and easiness of presence. He peered down to the dark blue waters trying to guess its depth before humming to himself in resignation.
He took notice of the large fans and curious lights of dim redness. Already he began to make assumptions in his mind as to the nature of this chamber, as by then it was fairly clear what its intended use was. As the light illuminated the steel blades began to turn and creaked with a heavy yet slow clamor. Faster they spinned, until each blade blended into the next into a spiral of blurs. The roaring fans droned out all other sounds in the otherwise still and silent room. The gusts of air currents collided and began to take their course, intermingling and swirling around until a small cyclone was birthed.
The elf's hair began to sway and flicker across the fair skin of his face like a flurry of corby, his expression turning to one of graveness. As the exuding currents began to push him back he stumbled slightly as he lost his footing. Regaining his composure he thrust his hands forward at an angle, his palms facing the turbulent zephos. His brow furrowed as his focus began to strengthen. A gentle wall of wind brushed against his backside preventing him from falling into the seemingly bottomless pool below him. With a sturdy foothold he closed his eyes and began to visualize the eye of the cyclone. With a relieving exhale of breath he almost effortlessly began to form currents that swirled in the opposite direction of those of the cyclone. From within the eye of the cyclone and from without the opposing winds caused its momentum to slow. It bulged randomly as its aerodynamics swerved wildly.
With a sudden burst the winds blew in all directions with an unwavering force. Having anticipated the untamed winds he waved his hands to the side as a wall of air followed his movement, diverting the bulk of the gales. The fans shrunk to a whimper until they eventually died down, the cyclone dispersed.
The bender of winds rose his hand to his forehead and with his fingertips he swept his scattered locks aside.
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Post by Luke on Apr 9, 2012 22:57:26 GMT -5
'Height advantage: 83.3%. Probability of interception near zero, human cognitive and optic processes fail to react quickly enough. Possibility of success: nominal.' Kex ran through the variables in an instant in his mind, thousands of mathematical calculations ran past his eyes, causing each optic sensor, two white orbs that gave off a soft glow, to adjust just slightly giving off a slight whirring sound. Finally the tall Vessel raised his right arm, and within a moment it folded in on itself as a barrel extended out from his arm until it resembled a rifle of a rather high caliber. "Piece of cake." Kex announced suddenly in his odd way of speaking that resembled a radio. "Which from what I hear, is relatively easy to obtain for humans. Thus, I shall acquire a piece." After saying so, Kex took aim with his rifle, simply holding it in front of him, able to keep his body entirely still. His eye flashed red as it twisted and adjusted, extending out to zoom in on his targets. "Perhaps the cake is inside their skulls." Kex ran a few calculations on the possibility before the rifle scanned further over the battlefield. "Anything is possible." He insisted against his calculations which flashed through his eyes annoyingly as if mocking him. "Twelve Marauder class Bloodfist troopers. Poorly equipped. Sorely outmatched. In a word, doomed." Kex nodded to himself at the calculations, as his internal software linked up properly with where he was. A spaceship with no wind, or gravity to alter his fire rate. "Almost too easy...almost. They could be equipped with rattles and binkys of course." Kex insisted with another robotic chuckle, adjusting his scope eye to see the injured soldier he was to rescue. "Possible injuries ranging from broken femur, internal hemorrhaging, perhaps even a concussion or worse. Much fun to treat, a good test of medical skill." Kex seemed almost giddy as he thought this through.
Finally, Kex pulled the trigger, internally of course, he didn't need to actually pull one, and the rifle let out a powerful 'BANG' rocketing the first bullet to be introduced to the Bloodfist's skull first hand, slamming straight through the dirty leather helmet that attempted to keep whatever was under there alive and failing miserably. With a grunt, the first Bloodfist stumbled to the floor dropping his rifle to the floor with a metallic thunk as the bloody stump that was his skull hit the ground with a thud to follow. At the sight the remaining Bloodfist barely had time to react before another series of shots cut off their shouts. The thunderous boom sounded as if it was cracking across the entire sky, as each lead lightning bolt crashed into the Bloodfist below, sending each to the floor. Finally, the remaining Bloodfist noticed what was happening, stopping their firing at the cover the soldier was taking and turning to the direction each bullet was flying...only, there were around 3 men left by now. With a simulated sigh, Kex reminded himself. "Must stop pausing for dramatic effect. Too much time allowed for reaction."Kex could analyze by their movements they were panicking, but did little except continued to adjust his aim. "Testing new targeting protocols." Kex announced softly, as the next bullet continued straight into the poorly armed Bloodfist. With the well aimed shot however, instead of having his head burst into mush, the man's muscles contracted violently, including his already nasty trigger finger no doubt, causing the man to pull down on his assault rifle and began to fire wildly all around him...and directly into his teammates, who, now filled with holes Swiss-cheese style, proceeded to collapse into a groaning puddle of blood. Quite pleased with this Kex approved the tactic for future use and pulled his rifle down now, allowing it to quickly fold into his arm. "All hostiles eliminated. No cake was apparent. Note to self, pieces of cake are in fact NOT easy to acquire. Next term to test shall be 'easy as pie'."
With that, Kex took a running start, leaping off of the tower he was stationed upon and rocketing down to the ground below, angling his legs just right before hitting the floor and allowing the Vessel's hydraulics to absorb a majority of the impact, allowing him to stand upright with little to no problem, and almost immediately after breaking into a sprint towards the injured soldier, not needing to breath allowing him to remain at top speed the entire time. Upon spotting the sprinting Vessel, the man was understandably distraught and even proceeded to shoot Kex with a small arm he kept at his side. Thanks to Kex's durable frame however, the bullet did no damage, and simply bounced off and fell to the ground with no effect. Kex himself was also uncaring of the attack, seeing it as necessary to get to the soldier in time as he was bleeding rather badly. Now able to give a proper diagnostic up close, Kex raised his left arm and let a large claw like device display itself. Lowering the device to the soldier's thigh, Kex found it necessary to console him. As a result, Kex proceeded to explain the man's injuries in...excruciating detail, and explaining that, if the man didn't halt hostilities he would perish. Needless to say, this only upset him more, but he was so busy panicking, Kex was able to bring the device to the man's thigh and allow it to clamp on, dispensing a huge amount of medical gel, which proceeded to be applied to the bone via injections, and stopped the bleeding, both internal and external. By the time the man finished his rant of what he would do to Kex if he 'didn't get that fucking claw off of him', Kex had healed the man completely, and now simply needed rest.
On his walk back to the chamber entrance, Kex turned to the man that was observing his activities and tilted his head to the side. "Would you happen to have a towel? A doctor splattered in blood is like a soldier splattered in chocolate. Hard to be taken seriously, and slightly terrifying."
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thirdofnine
Relatively Tolerable
I don't even know man...
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Post by thirdofnine on Apr 10, 2012 0:33:13 GMT -5
"Huh. Out of all the things I expected Mr. Wanderer to have me do as a test, an INTERVIEW was the last thing I had in mind!"
Argus sat back further in his chair wondering just what exactly this "Child of Eldwroth" guy could possibly have to offer. From what Argus could scout of the guy from how he was positioned, he could tell that nothing from the guy's personal features were going to hint at much.
Becoming rather distraught over this, Argus began flipping through the files James had provided him on this "Child of Eldwroth" guy. Reading through, he spotted a few choice characters from his past that could give him a few hints as to what's going on. First up on the list, there was a mysterious older man named "Yolan Karic". linked to the Child through but 3 shadowy back-alley deals done on a backwater planet that, in Argus' mind, no one sane would visit. "Honestly... Some people have no class..." He muttered under his breath. Seeing the three items the Child had purchased, Argus soon formulated his first method of attack.
However, before enacting his thoughts, Argus thought it best to check out the other two persons on the list. "James wouldn't give me any information unless he thought it useful... would he?" Argus thought.
File two: One of a "Lycan Scarby". Argus could tell just by the name that he was a grimy man. The kind that scuttled around city streets and maybe even below, unabashed as to how they presented themselves. Reading further, however Argus was surprised to learn that Scarby was a member of an infamous drug cartel. An expert on neurological drugs in fact.
"This Child had made a purchase from Scarby as well, indicating that whatever his plans are, he definitely isn't cooking grandma's birthday pie." Bae mumbled to himself. Letting out a sigh of resignation, he moved his fingers toward the next and final page, expecting to see another filthy and poorly dressed piece of filth.
"Oh. Good. At least he knows how to dress the part" Argus let slip, reading through the final suspect's file. Named "Roderick Spung" was a scruffily manicured fellow with a strangely charming smile. It reminded Argus of some of his friends back in the Academy. Reading further Argus stumbled upon something curious.
"Rody here wasn't like the others... no, not at all. Says here he is an ex veteran, widower, and member of the church of...Eldwroth" Argus, with that final thought, knew exactly how he was going to approach the Child.
First concentrating hard on the images in front of him, then on the one-way glass just at the top of his view, Argus began warping the Child's perception of the interrogation room. First off,he changed it so that the one-way glass was now both translucent, and that he would see his three old acquaintances there, almost as if gathered for a tea party.
Secondarily, using his psychic powers to begin digging through the Child's mind, he began taking down any natural mental blocks the Child might have in case of illusionary work.
"W-What!? Why are you three here for!?" The Child blurted out, obviously deeply concerned that those he'd worked with before were seemingly in cahoots with those who had captured him.
"L-L-Look guys. If it's about the money, I'll get you all back in three months. Just. Please, you've gotta get these guys to let me out of here! Rodrick! Ol' compadre, old boy! hehehehe, come on! We used to go to meetings together. You know, brothers of faith always gotta watch each other's back!"
Argus could tell before having to even look into the man's mind that he was panicking. Contorting the illusions of the Child's comrades to give off emotions that the Child would see convincing based off memory, Argus began to speak. Not as he had before to himself, however, but instead through warping his vocal-chords into those of Rodrick.
"You know better than I do that begging for the aid of another brother in order to aid yourself is against the teachings-" Cutting off there Argus realized. He hadn't yet learned this man's name. Phasing his consciousness into the Child's once more,Argus this time blacked him out for a few seconds in order to prevent a silence endangering his interrogation's flow.
Swimming against a torrent of memories and conflicted, ever increasingly twisted emotions, Argus finally found what he was looking for after what felt like a good twelve minutes of searching. The Child's name was Eight. No last name, nor a proper first name, Eight had been branded from birth by the Church of Eldwroth as simply a number. For what reason Argus did not know.
"-Eight." Argus continued, retracting his flow of consciousness from Eight's mind. Resuming his statement to the best of his ability, he continued "You were always the most devout of the Children of Eldwroth. Always the most obedient. Do not fail us now."
Seemingly calming him down a bit, this allowed Eight to commence responding without his previous stutter. "Then what would you have me do brother? My task is all but doomed and I sit here captive, unknowing of where my life shall travel next or if it is nearing it's termination."
Argus, experiencing a surge of opportunistic joy, proceeded in Roderick's voice "It is simple brother. Reveal your intentions before those you have so secretly employed in aid and be forgiven for all mistakes in the eyes of Eldwroth." Now seeing it time to make use of his other illusionary companions, Argus altered his voice to match the bustling and fast-paced banter of Lycan Scarby. "Ya kid. Out with it. I don't just go bout givin that neuro away for nothin ya know? Ya caught me on a bad day but now I's gota make up for it. Else' Boss'll have my head. I needs ta know what yous usin that gas for."
"ALRIGHT. Fine... I'll tell." Eight let burst out of his previously pouted lips.
"That was easier than I'd thought it would be" Argus voiced, this time taking on the guise of Yolan. "I had expected that you'd be more secretive, based on how you'd handled doing business with me!" Argus indignantly proclaimed, this time feeling a little jump of joy at his seemingly swift success.
"I...I...I'd been given command by the high priests to find the ship of a "James M. Wanderer". Once I had done so, they told me to make a few select purchases once I'd tracked the ship for a while. Those purchases were of a energy sphere, a neurotoxin in gas form, and a small mech capable of getting into and permanently attaching to the ship's ventilation shafts... They told me that by holy order of The Order of Eldwroth that the ship and everyone on it be slaughtered. I was only doing what my higher ups said was right..."
Argus was taken aback by this. "What the hell..." He thought, horrified at this new information. "Kid. It's alright. Eldwrith or whatever is smiling on ya." Argus spouted out in Lycan's voice, as it was the highest of pitches. He didn't want to accidentally let on that he was tearing up. "But that's not how it goes. I needs more, else we're all toasted. Got me?The boss gets real crosslike when I loose stock. Who has the neurotoxin now?"
Argus knew that if this neuro had been confiscated from the kid when they brought him in, he would have heard of it.
"I told my senior in the church that I was likely to fail the moment I detected the Olympus intersecting me. I couldn't escape in time. I launched off the neuro toxin and the mech just before I was captured."
"And where is it now brother?" Argus inquired, now a bit concerned as to what this test was really about.
"I rigged it to fly onto the ship as of now. It has a tracker leading to me. It should be arriving soon to deliver me from this unjust and disgraceful failure in the eyes of Eldwroth"
With a sudden jolt of panic surging through his mind, Argus realized that none of this was ever about his ability to read the man's mind. It was about ensuring he could avoid this carefully hidden trap!
Sending out waves of clairvoyant energy, attempting to sense where the mech was now, Argus nearly passed out in horror when that fact was revealed to him. The Neuro gas bot was in the same room as him. Behind him in fact.
Reacting in a split second, Argus dissolved his body into the state of liquid, then encasing himself around the bot and entering inside. Pulsing with Telekinetic energy, he burst the bot's circuitry from the inside out, ensuring that the gas didn't escape and yet neutralizing the bot. "Holl. EE. SHIIIIT" Argus screamed after reverting to human form, both out of release and out of exasperation.
"Mr. Wanderer... The shit you pull just to see what I can do." he then chuckled to himself. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you didn't like me!" Argus yelled. He was unsure if James was actually listening in or not, but it didn't really matter. Argus was just amazed that he'd managed to dig up the info in time to survive the test. Bae could already tell; he was going to love it here.
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Aren
Feels Up Moogles
Let's play a game. I'll release the deadly neurotoxin, you see how long you can hold your breath. B)
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Post by Aren on Apr 10, 2012 17:29:07 GMT -5
Onna was quick to start climbing up the boxes, crouched in the dark. Slowly, she made her way over metal box after metal box, keeping a wary eye out for the "Children". Her long blonde hair falling past her shoulders and somewhat into her red eyes, her pointed ears twitching in an attempt to listen to the footsteps that echoed around the large room. Hopping from box stack to box stack, Onna suddnely noticed a dark figure in the spotlight of the walkway. Slowly drawing her silenced sniper, she aimed and, sucking in a silent sharp breath, pulled the trigger. With a next-to-silent high-pitched whistle that lasted a fraction of a second, the bullet struck its target, splattering brain onto the metal wall of one of the storage boxes. A hollow metal clinging sounded quietly as Onna reloaded, and the shell settled on the metal box under her. Onna climbed down the stack quickly, and walked silently as she could toward her now-dead adversary. Turning their body over, she memorized the appearance, and climbed quickly back up the all of the storage box. One by one, Onna picked off her enemies quickly, using one shot per person, extremely satisfied with her preformance. She had killed 6 of them, and couldn't see any more. Jumping from the top of a stack to another, she soon found her goal; a metal door on a metal wall. Looking both ways, she ran quickly and gripped the handle, rattling it. It was locked. Gritting her teeth, her sharp canine teeth brushing her lower lip, Onna looked around with wide eyes. She might not be done, that must be it. Hearing footsteps, Onna held her breath, and froze, gauging how far away they were. Hiding behind a box, she transformed into one of the Children she saw before, her body fading into the image of the elven man she killed. Stepping into the open again, Onna saw the shadowy figure that was her goal, and she walked slowly like him, passing by him. As soon as she thought she was safe, she gripped the blade in her boot, and turned, slicing through the throat off her last target. Letting the body fall to the floor, she let her image fade back into her original form, sceathing her dagger, and sighing. "You can let me out now." Onna called out, her arms crossing, looking at the ceiling for cameras.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Apr 10, 2012 17:53:45 GMT -5
With all of their tests concluded, the officers pressed two buttons on the control panel simultaneously, opening the doors for all of the Sentinels in training to exit.
"Thank you for your co-operation," an overly cheerful female voice said through the speakers in Sparrow's test room, "you may go now, and remember that this was simply a test. You were in no real dan- *bzzzzzzzzt* We are sorry, it seems there has been an error. Live rounds were used in your test, and we do sincerely apologize. Please, report to Hanger 18 for further instruction."
A ding was heard in Alexander's test room, as an intercom spoke, "Thank you for your co-operation. You are to now report to Hangar 21 for further instruction."
A ding was heard in Davien's test room, as an intercom spoke, "Thank you for your co-operation. You are to now report to Hangar 21 for further instruction. We would also take this time to remind you that you were in no true danger, as this was only a test."
A ding was heard in Skye's room, as an intercom spoke, "Thank you for your co-operation. You are to now report to Hangar 21 for further instruction."
A ding was heard in Zeth's room, as an intercom spoke, Thank you for your co-operation. You are to now report to Hangar 21 for further instruction"
A ding was heard in Kex's room as an intercom spoke, "Thank you for your co-operation. You are to now report to Hangar 18 for further instruction. We would also like to take the time to remind you that neither you, nor the man in the room were in any danger, as he was merely a simulation."
A ding was heard in Argus' room as an intercom spoke, "Thank you for your co-operation. You are to now report to Hangar 18 for further instruction. We would also like to take the time to remind that this was a test, and as such neither you, nor the Olympus were in any danger, and the information you may have received regarding the Children of Eldwroth may or may not be entirely accurate."
A ding was heard in Onna's room as an intercom spoke, "Thank you for your co-operation. You are to now report to Hangar 21 for further instruction. We would also like to remind you that you were in no danger, as this was merely a test."
When they were first brought onto the Olympus, all of the trainees had been given a device called a Readius. It was a small, rectangular shaped handheld device that would act as a super computer in the palm of their hand. Using it allowed them to get around places in the Olympus, and had a map showing all areas they were allowed to move to with their security access, which was level 2 at this point in time.
After the voice was through, all of their doors slid open, revealing an empty elevator that would lead to the hanger they were assigned to.
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The elevators going to Hangar 18 opened, and the men inside each were greeted with a large, semi-round ship with its docking bay open. Standing at the bay was a familiar face, James M. Wanderer. Standing beside him however, was an unfamiliar face. A tall Astez man, who's skin looked ad if he had been dead for a long, long time, and wearing dark magic users robes stood near the bay, lounging about as if he was waiting for something.
James waved to greet each of the men who were in the hangars. "Word from the officers said everyone passed, that's good!" He said in a proud tone. He then turned his back to the new arrivals, looking at the round ship, "This is the Chariot. It's gonna take us to the mission, which I'll explain after we take off."
Taking a pause, he turned back to the crew, "Right then, since you all haven't met one another, I'll let you introduce yourselves to one another."
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The five elevators heading for Hangar 21 came to a stop. They opened, and outside the five could see a large, block shaped transport ship with a single Drakkin man standing outside, scratching his head. He turned around as he heard the elevator land. He stood at around 6' even, and wore a plain, dark red zip up hoodie that almost matched his skin tone, and a pair of black cargo pants. His hair was white and long, tied up behind his head in a ponytail.
He waved at the group, approaching with a somewhat happy aura. "You're all here? Fantastic! We can begin!" He exclaimed in an overly happy fashion, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Arohk Zephyr, and I am your leader for this mission," he said, placing his hands together and taking a slight bow, "now then, I will allow the rest of you to introduce yourselves to one another!"
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Post by Rygand on Apr 10, 2012 18:40:15 GMT -5
While in the elevator, Sebastian pulled his sleeves back up by the cuffs, and dusted himself down. He gave a light chuckle, placing his hands in his pockets. The suit he wore was obviously of expensive and high quality make, price practically shining from it. The longcoat over it was of similar make, matching the set.
He reached into his breast pocket, pulling out a pair of white gloves, pulling them on. They were made out of a specially woven fabric, which was for the most part poison-proof. Just to avoid accidents. Not that Sebastian ever lost control of his powers.
As the elevator doors opened, a wide grin rose onto Sebastian's face, as he spotted James. Walking casually out of the elevator, he took his right hand out of the pocket it rested in, waving at his new employer.
"Did you see me out there? Review the footage later, I left in a treat for you. You'll get it." He said briefly, after James was finished with his explanation. He then turned to the others, sizing each of them up. His eyes almost seemed to scan them, as the grin on his face only seemed to grow wider.
"Interesting. This is turning out to be a fun gig." He chuckled to himself, before taking a gracious bow towards the others. It seemed to be addressed to all of them, as Sebastian was on one end of the room.
"Pleasure to meet you lot. The name's Trick Sparrow. Professional assassin." He spoke nonchalantly, as if his trade was as common as a cashier at the local supermarket. His grin had turned into a sly, quite charming smile.
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kain17335
Unstoppable Badass
The Scottish one.
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Post by kain17335 on Apr 10, 2012 19:25:15 GMT -5
Davien scruffed his beard as he stomped to Arohk, stopping and turning to the side once he got a certain distance from the young Drakkin. "Davien Martellus, Paladin." He said uncaringly, crossing his arms as he stood and watched the group of people gather. 'Rather rag-tag I say...' Davien though, scratching his beard again in contemplation.
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thirdofnine
Relatively Tolerable
I don't even know man...
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Post by thirdofnine on Apr 10, 2012 19:30:36 GMT -5
Throwing back his now shiveringly damp hair, Argus could practically feel the sweat on the back of his neck slowly evaporate away as he rode the elevator ever swiftly towards Hanger 18.
Embracing this welcome break from action, no matter how brief, Bae fell in a slump onto his rather scrawny backside. Mentally and emotionally exhausted, Argus knew that many things were at risk in his next few interactions.
Without much time to recover from the last gauntlet of intellectual vicissitude, Argus was likely to reveal secrets about himself he would otherwise keep under wraps. His powers had made the autonomous habit of displaying his thoughts above his head in a cloud of thought, taking the place of his hair.
At that very moment in fact he was doing just that. Images of spandex and lipstick flowed from his skull as a river does downstream, each time puffing into nothingness once it reached his vision. Forming a halo of embarrassed thoughts and repressed sexuality, Argus knew he had to do something quickly!
What kind of first impression would he make upon the others in Hanger 18 if he was practically bursting with all that he would kill to oppress? Shaking his head rapidly as a dog would, Argus launched himself up from the floor of the elevator and collected himself once more. There was business to attend to.
Coincidentally, the doors to the elevator cracked open just moments after his recovery, revealing James, a mysterious man, and as Argus stepped out of his elevator, two other strange characters. After listening to James' initial words of congratulations, Argus waited patiently for the first (and notably handsome) man to introduce himself.
Stepping forward in a bustling fashion, Bae gasped out at a barely audible volume "Hey. I'm Argus Bae. I can warp my shape and play mind games. It's kind of a big deal." Feeling quite abashed at this man's presence, thought of anyone else in the hanger quickly faded away. Argus was seemingly alone in his mind with this "Sparrow". A Sparrow that evidently had an affinity for pecking at the hearts of others.
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ThatOneGuysBro
Murdered One Of The K-ON Cast
Problem officer?
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Post by ThatOneGuysBro on Apr 10, 2012 20:11:12 GMT -5
As the intercom sounded Zethinir reflexively smiled as if he was engaging in conversation with the feminine voice. "Hangar 21?", he mimed. Reaching within the folds of his garb he pulled out from near his breast the compact encyclopedia of which he would be lost without. The Readius baffled and perplexed him as someone who wasn't particularly savvy with the gears of modern day technology. As he was fidgeting about the lift exposed itself from the seamless wall. A somewhat absent minded expression wore on his face until he pieced together its meaning. Pocketing the device he sauntered with poise to the elevator.
As it ascended and eventually came to a full stop Zenithir took a shallow breath and sighed. There he was greeted by whom he suspected was his squad leader or someone of similar rank. His cheerful exuberance seemed contagious to Zethinir's already light hearted demeanor. With as affable an expression he could muster he introduced himself firstly to the Drakkin man. "So you are Arohk Zephyr." Taking the same posture as Arohk did he bowed to a slightly lower extent then he as he gave his name. "I am Zenithir Nalathor." As he rose a gentle smile revealed itself. "It is a pleasure."
Turning to the menacingly large beast of a man that introduced himself by the name of Davien, Zenithir bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement. Turning to the three who accompanied him he spoke, reiterating his prior introduction. "Zenithir Nalathor. I am pleased to make your acquaintances."
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Post by bluebook06 on Apr 10, 2012 21:51:40 GMT -5
When Skye was in the elevator, she took advantage of the short time slot of freedom. She leaned her head back against the wall, and shut her eyes. She wasn't exhausted, just annoyed.
This have better been the last of training. Hope the bastards running this place enjoys wasting time. Skye thought, giving a little smile at that.
The elevator doors opened, and Skye woke from her reverie. She pushed herself off the wall and walked into the room. She immediately spotted Arohk. Her eyes squinted in disgust to see him. She scanned the other people who had entered the room with her.
Oh damn, him again. Just great. What does he want this time? Another test where he almost kills me? Skye shook her head a little in disbelief that she might have to work with him.
Arohk said his congratulations as if he were a giddy school boy. Then dropped the bomb shell. He was their leader for the mission. Skye was had mix emotions.
Well that's just great! Now I'm stuck with him! Just great. Ahhh...at least I'm on a team, and he is for real. It shouldn't be too bad.... I'm just happy my time won't be wasted, and we get down to real work.
After Arohk had introduced himself, Davien Martellus, and Zenithir Nalathor did too. Skye looked around, and decided she go next.
Skye stepped forward a little to show she was going to speak. She looked dead on to the women who had not introduced herself yet. Skye examined her closely. She did the same with Davien and Zenithir, as well with the other man who didn't introduce himself yet. She didn't trust them as they were complete strangers, but they were going to work together. And a team means teamwork. Skye turned to Arohk at last. Then Skye spoke.
"My name is Skye Kozar. Although, Arohk, of course, already knew that." Skye gave him a quick death stare. "I am a shapeshifter and a psychic. The pleasure is all mine to be working with you all."
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