City of Oasis

[old man moomba he/him]

Except for Dwig, who was wearing a beanie. He saw Ciera, on her knees, sobbing. He panicked and ran over to her, picking her up and Pushing up onto the G.U.E.S.S battleship. He landed on the deck and carried Ciera inside. He took her to an empty cabin and laid her out on the bed, then ran to the armory, throwing off his duster, and donning his power armor. He grabbed a plasma rifle, two pistols, and a ceramic combat knife. He ran back up onto the deck and jumped off the side of the ship, 

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Rick fed off of the wave of insanity, taking it in, savoring it. 'Well, are you ready to use me now' said the voice, now residing inside the Tenth Blade. Yes, Rick thought back. It's time, He smiled widely and jumped into the crowd, slamming the Blade through random people. 

 

[+Ark1002]

Hellbent rushed up to Rick. Slamming his extra blade into the Tenth Blade. This blade was aon reinforced.

I need a challenge.

@Dr. Jacques Rodriguez

Edited November 15, 2018 by Badadah

[+Sorana she/her]

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I realize I forgot to write something for an NPC, his part starts shortly before Max starts his rioting

The man leaned against the wall and smoked. He was bored. Keeping up the illusion was easy, he only needed to wait for the signals and have it say, what they told him. He had to admit he was proud of his illusion. It wasn't everyday, that the council needed an elite like himself. He stayed focused, let the figure answer the question according to his instructions. He was still smoking, when the rioting hit him, shattered his control in the blink of an eye. The figure that had spoken to the crowd vanished in a whisp of stormlight.

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"You need to get a grip on yourself."
Brashen, his words didn't make sense and she ignored them, until a head dropped onto the ground in front of her. Dead eyes stared at her, and that finally cut through the darkness. For a moment she able to recognize what was happening, realize when she had felt like this before.
"You can climb out of this."
Brashen reminded her quietly and Althea shook her head. She wouldn't she had climbed out of this pit once, she wouldn't be able to do this a second time. But it didn't matter.
"Get up."
he told her,
"Repair your glasses."
Althea did it. Put them on her face, her fingers were bloody. Blood. That was good, blood meant she was dying. She wasn't worth living anymore. Dying wasn't that bad.
"Get up."
Brashen repeated and she staggered to her feet, pressed a hand against her hair. Her skin felt raw, and she realized that she had to have lost her gloves sometime. It was still bright outside. She needed to get into The Shadow.
"Get away from here."
She looked around, insanity all around. Max, he was the key, he was doing this. Her thoughts stopped there, and she took a deep breath. Darkness, is stretched farther, grabbed her again only a sharp command from Brashen kept her on her feet. She staggered over to the barrier, no way through. Her mind was sluggish, didn't work and so she did the only thing she could think of. She used her fists and hammered at the forcefield. It didn't bulgde and only when her fist hurt, did she turn away, face the one that had brought this over them.
"Solace! Why, are you killing your own? At least half of them is on your side! You told them you will lead them, and instead you start a war, instead you simply sacrifice them. Max follows you and you brought him here! Why?"
@Mraize

She was crying again, her feet standing in blood, her dress slowly soaking it up. Ghostbloods. That name was strangely right, the were soaking their own city in blood. Althea tried to concentrate, in case he would deign to answer, but the darkness grabbed at her again, pulled her deeper. Unworthy, she was unworthy, she was useless, desperation, endless desperation. She screamed and tried to push it back, to at least hear if he answered, even if she might not be able to understand the sense behind.

[Life&Death]

Both missles fired directly towards Solace from Mr Amber’s car, followed by a blast from the firebringer’s windsheild. @Mraize

[Lord Meeker he/him]

35 minutes ago, Sorana said:

"Solace! Why, are you killing your own? At least half of them is on your side! You told them you will lead them, and instead you start a war, instead you simply sacrifice them. Max follows you and you brought him here! Why?"

The words jarred him from his concentration. His eye narrowed, hard and unforgiving gaze lingered on Althea. "You accuse me of killing my own? They were once comrades until they refused my leadership upon my return. They were corrupted by the council's idealist views. I am killing them physically, perhaps, but they live on in here. I am the Horseman of Death. It is my duty to purge those who do not follow me." Sephtis tapped his head, he turned his gaze to Max, his friend and trusted comrade, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "As for Max, he came on his own accord. I did not ask him to come."

As he finished two large explosive objects flew towards him. Once the missiles touched him, he sent them into the cognitive realm. He drew one of his oldest weapons a IV awakened saber and deflected the on coming bullets.

@Sorana @Life&Death

[Gancho Libre he/him]

There was nothing. Only empty space surrounded by rioting and chaos.

There was nothing, except for an imperceivable popping noise.

Then, there was Ioc.

It was standing between the Firebringer's blast and Sehptis. As the beam neared, Ioc grew Amberite along it's back.

The beam of fire hit, cracking and melting the Amberite, but Ioc didn't sway. It stood there, facing Sephtis.

Ioc nodded once. A nod of respect.

'There,' the voice of Chaos noted with a grin, 'is a man who knows the ways of chaos.'

Ioc turned in a quick, F-steel supported motion. It spun 180 degrees, towards the car that had launched the missiles. Its arm was tugged, and Ioc didn't stop it, outward by centrifugal motion, and as it spun, Ioc grew Amberite spikes along the back of its hand.

As Ioc came out of the spin, it released the spikes, sending large cones of Amberite shooting towards Mr. Amber's car.

@Mraize @Life&Death

[+Sorana she/her]

"And yet, you do nothing to help him?"

She gestured to Max.

"You simply let him stand there like this? That's what he gets for trusting you? Can't you at least help him?"

Her voice sounded strange in her own ears and she saw another man appear, but she ignored him. Ignored them all. Max. She had to find a way, at least for him. She was too far gone, to really care that she just begged her enemy to help another enemy that was her friend or maybe not. Desperate, she was desperate and desperation led to strange actions.

@Mraize

[Life&Death]

The laser stopped firing and aluminum spikes shot out of the front of the car as the voidstormers lense activated, attempting to draw Solace towards the blades as Mr Amber drove towards him. Amberite slammed into the side, shaking the entire vehicle and pushing it to the side. Still focused on Solace the car continued to speed forward, while sending a missle towards Ioc.

@Mraize @Callsign: Leviathan

Edited November 15, 2018 by Life&Death

[+Ark1002]

Ambrosia saw the text, and responded.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Edited November 15, 2018 by Badadah

[old man moomba he/him]

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Sorry, boss. I was not able to respond. I can now.

@Badadah

 

Edited November 15, 2018 by Dr. Jacques Rodriguez

[+Ark1002]

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I've edited the post, please respond.

@Dr. Jacques Rodriguez

[Voidus]

She moved slowly, steadily. The storm within drove her to action, but the day was peaceful. There were no enemies, no prey.

She let the sunlight warm her, feeling stiff muscles from her long journey begin to relax.

 

Fear.

Her eyes snapped open, scanning beneath her, but all she could see was the unbroken cloud cover that hid her from view.

So why then was her every nerve on edge? Why were her instincts screaming at her to flee?

Dimly she recognized the source, she knew this power.

 

The hated one had returned.

A seed of anger burned within at the remembered enemy. She stoked the seed to a raging fire, a fury to rival her fear.

 

She drew a deep breath, filling her substantial lungs with air.

 

From far, far above the city, a tremendous screech could be heard. A screech that those who had survived the seven day war were unlikely to ever forget.

[+Ark1002]

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Never mind Dwig. I've got something else to do.

Hellbent looked up.

It's back. The Phoenix.

He used surgebinding, from a spike, to fly up to it. His cognitive shadow touched it, transmitting a message.

I am not here to harm you. I am here to help. Will you accept my help?

@Voidus

Edited November 15, 2018 by Badadah

[kenod]

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... Will this city actually still exist after this is done?

 

[+Ark1002]

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Likely not at this rate. Voidus, can Hellbent team up with the Phoenix?

 

[Voidus]

A swirl of raging emotions pushed back against the mental intrusion. Fear was still predominant, an icy grip of terror, but the rising fury was fighting against it.

Help to kill it.

Help to burn it.

Help to crush the hated one.

Return what was dead to the pyre.

She recognizes this creature too. It had been there that day too, it was another creature of the flames.

A fellow flame-kin would not have anything to do with this cold fear. It was natural that it should share her hatred of it.

Accepted.

[+Ark1002]

Hellbent smiled, warmth filling him.

Thank you friend. Do you know where the hated one is?

As he said this, he held his two blades in his hands, swooping around the phoenix.

[Darth Woodrack he/him]

Walker texted Ambrosia back

'Just to be sure, this Ambrosia Nightshade, right?'

[+Ark1002]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[Mraize he/him]

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Edited November 15, 2018 by Bad_Karma

[+Ark1002]

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Karma, you realize your emotions are being rioted at incredible levels, right? Rioting is when, using magic, someone takes your emotions and makes them stronger. This time, despair, sadness, all the bad ones, and making them mind breakingly strong.

@Bad_Karma

[Mraize he/him]

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Yeah, I realized that. I was just back a few pages and it sent me three pages forward, I hadn't seen anything recent. 

Cain fell to his knees, all of the sadness and despair from his childhood flooded through him. He watched his family die at the hands of Dusk and his experimentation, or at least what he had thought it was. He watched countless innocents die as he had wandered aimlessly. He was alone. Hopelessly alone. He crawled into the dark corner of the wall next to him and balled up into the fetal position. Please, he thought, get me somewhere where I can be alone. Somewhere where there isn't action everywhere. Somewhere......Peaceful. He just hoped he could somehow escape the fighting that he had seen all too many times throughout his otherwise short life.

[Darth Woodrack he/him]

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Like, ARK I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!!!! Level. Relatively. 

 

 

 

You weren't there Karma. Actually, Dusk has a letter from them for you from them.

 

Edited November 15, 2018 by Darth Woodrack

[little wheel he/him]

Some city, not the City of Oasis

Silas was meditating on the edge of a skyscraper's roof with his back facing out towards the street. He had been meditating for over an hour, but no patrols had checked the roof. He knew it was time for him to retrieve his stolen property. A proximity alarm sounded off in his ear, alerting him he had three seconds.

Three

He relaxed.

Two

He began to fall back.

One

He fell off the building, smashing his Dakhor arm through the glass and jumping into the building's hidden floor. He backhanded the nearest guard through the glass, sending him to a painful splat on the concrete. The next guard got a fist through the sternum, and so did the next, like an arm-kebab. The last two guards had time to pull out their guns, but Silas tapped steel and killed them too. The door stood in front of him. With a steel and Dakhor enhanced kick, the door was blown off of its hinges.

Inside, there was a suit. It had no face on its face-plate, but it appeared to be made from Dyneema Carbon Fiber, with a thin coating of graphene. But the most distinctive part was the hat and duster. Made of Buckypaper reinforced and aluminum weaved fancloth, the only appeared as a slight glimmer. 

There you are, Silas thought. The suit unfolded and reformed around Silas, a deep voice emanating from the internal speakers. 

Hello, Master.

The Vagabond was ready to fight. 

[Mraize he/him]

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And you got this where?!? Time to go use my recklessness and shortsightedness to *attempt* to beat up Dusk... This'll be dumb

 

@Darth Woodrack