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Vrangr Wayne

Vrangr Wayne

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Seeing it again stirs up your thoughts once more.

“It has been a long time since I last laid eyes on you, Traveller.
We are two of a kind.
Both created by The First.
Both a symbol of a long-past golden age.
Both attempting to overcome the fate assigned to us.
A destiny selected before we were even created.*

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Note: Location was entirely arbitrary, and I just was playing Destiny so the primary hub in that game came to mind.

Also, regardless of who comes through, that portal is staying open (indefinitely, as far as we can all be concerned). Can*t go and have people cut off with no way to pursue if they so wish.

23-Jan-2015 07:29:25

Enheduanna
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You can taste her.

You are surrounded by fire and blood and the memory of pain, but you can taste her. Steel and ozone and arcana; your tongue slides across your teeth, cutting yourself on your lengthening canines. When you swallow, it's like drinking starlight.

Flame barrels toward you, and, lost in rapture, you do not notice until the first blast takes out your knee from beneath you. It splashes against your armour and fizzles out, but the impact remains, and you collapse to the floor, beneath the second, which sears the air above your helmet. Your blade comes up, slicing the third in half, and the fourth takes you in the chest.

The force is enough to knock you off your feet, but perhaps that wasn't as inconvenient as it seemed; the ground fissures where you were standing, and it is only by twisting through the air that you manage to land to one side of the massive crack.

You look up just in time to see a shield of flame inches from your face.

Then the whole world explodes .

Technomancer incendiary grenades are perhaps the closest mortal equivalent to bottled supernovae - two of them, one carefully tossed at the group, and the other aimed to detonate just behind Duncan, would usually be quite enough to incinerate most of a city block.

To you, they're little more than overcomplicated flashbangs.

Duncan, his shield of flame aimed only toward you, is completely unprotected from the first explosion; though he's immune to most of their heat, the expanding gas and agitated air form a shockwave that accelerates his flight sevenfold. It would have been highly unfortunate for you... if Aylss hadn't aimed it to his left, thereby redirecting his flight from your face to the wall to your right.

He slams into it, his body taking most of the kinetic force of the grenade - you stroll through the scalding flames as easily as you'd walk on the surface of a star, your sword resting casually on your shoulder.

23-Jan-2015 08:34:27

Enheduanna
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Enheduanna

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Ordinarily, you might have looked to see how the others were dealing with their own 'present', but not today. You have more important matters to attend to than pest control. She was here. And now she's not. But she left something behind in your cell, a whisper of stars and the empty void.

Almost absently, you cut through the wall to your cell; flickering in the middle is a portal to another world. Looking through it, you can see her, standing on the edge of a fenced precipice, staring at the broken corpse of a god.

You step through in silence; your grace is predatory, the tiger's bared teeth before it pounces. Your helmet disincarnates in a puff of shadow, coiling around your neck and extending to form a cloak. It whips around your feet as you move, bleeding darkness all the while.

On your hip, something solidifies, lines of obsidian and ebony curving and sharpening to form a handcannon. It has no inscription, no identifying features. There is nothing unique about it - in fact, in appearance, it's the twin of another gun.

Her gun, in fact.

She turns around as you approach, and you wonder if she knows how close she is to death.

"Hey, Nat-Nat!" Her voice is agony to your ears. You need something to drown it out. Fortunately, you know exactly what that is.

Her screams.

In the space between seconds, you have closed the gap between you, jaw wide and teeth bared as you lunge for her throat.

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Good old Destiny.

I should probably level up my Hunter more, considering she's literally Natasha as she would be in the game XD

23-Jan-2015 08:34:35 - Last edited on 23-Jan-2015 09:06:18 by Enheduanna

Ashlin107

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*My armour detects some high powered incendiary grenades are about to hit the ground of the hall. So in the split second I have I dive out of the way of my shadowforged's attack and throw two heat shield devices towards the prisoner and Very Mad Guy. Seeing as they are currently the most vulnerable to the explosions. As soon as the heat shields fully activate the grenades explode. I quickly brace myself for the explosion.

Immediately after the explosion I quickly get up. I see one immediate positive of the explosion which is no more shadowforged at least for now. However may armour needs a second to reboot. I look across the now flaming hallways as the rest of the party are slowly recovering. If it weren't for my armour's high heat resistance I'd be one of those ones needing to recover.

I notice the Shadowforger enter one of the cells to go through a portal. I quickly head towards the portal when suddenly the prisoner holds me up.*

Prisoner: Wait I'm coming too.

Me: But you're in no shape to fight.

Prisoner: I can manage. Besides me and little miss shadowy forger have a score to settle. I shall enjoy brining her head to the black sun council.

Me: Very well but no unnecessary risks. I need you alive.

*Me and my new partner head through the portal and notice Aylss and the Shadowforger confronting each other. I look to the former prisoner.*

Prisoner: Should we let the kill each other or fight them.

Me: And let them have all the fun?

*I draw my sword and pull out my bowstaff ready for battle. My new friend then throws and energy shield at the Shadowforger. I then approach the fight.*

Me: Is this a free for all or am I going to have to pick a side? Hope you don't mind if we join in.

(Although even if they do mind we all know I'll try and join in any way. :P ) The statement below is false.
The statement above is true.

23-Jan-2015 12:34:45

Ignitheus
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Unlike everyone else did, Pyro took on the full impact of the grenade. The explosion was so intense, it tore half of his armor away. He looks at himself and laughs insanely as the fire consuming him grows ever more intense. Pyro notices the portal but no sign of the shadowforger. Assuming he's inside the portal, Pyro creates a fire rope, lassos at the portal, grabs hold of something, and flings it back. To Pyro's luck, and with confusion on the shadowforger's face, it slams into a nearby wall.

HA HA HA... moron, you left the portal wide open. Where do you think you're going? I was just starting to have fun with you.

23-Jan-2015 20:10:57 - Last edited on 23-Jan-2015 20:20:49 by Ignitheus

Vrangr Wayne

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To say you were surprised when Natasha began her bloodied lunge at you would imply that you hadn’t expected such a response.

And in a sense, you did not. Probability models you ran outside her cell hadn’t put this particular response on the top of the list. That said, you know that it always pays to be prepared. It helps, of course, that you have information on your side. Dozens of firsthand accounts of Natasha’s power, strategies… not the least of which being Faron’s report and your own firsthand observations.

Time, the elastic substance that it is, conforms to your will. The acrid smell of burning metal fills your nostrils, and you locks eyes with the feral beast angling for your ‘exposed’ throat.

A tenth of a second and a dozen centimeters away from her target, Natasha’s momentum is checked, and a smirk spreads over your face.

The diverted flow of time returns to its bed as Natasha’s head snaps backward, her momentum redirected and sending her sprawling to the ground a meter away from your feet.

Teeth, both whole and fragmented bounce off the smooth flooring of the Tower’s overlook like a calcide hail accompaniment to the golden drizzle wetting the stone tile underfoot.

Windows to a soul filled with a bloodlust that has but rarely been satiated defy you, their brightness dwarfed by the glowing stream of blood now whetting the Shadowdaughter’s appetite once more.

She melts into the floor, reappearing in the shade of the scaffolding fastened to the far wall of the courtyard.

She breathes out, and a thousand black lines blur into existence all around her like a cloud of dark ash.

24-Jan-2015 06:46:23 - Last edited on 24-Jan-2015 06:51:35 by Vrangr Wayne

Vrangr Wayne

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“If an elderly, but distinguished scientist says that something is possible, he is almost certainly right.”

You whisper, stretching an open palm toward the piercing rain about to fall to earth around you.

“But if he says that it is impossible…” you continue, louder, in a tone like that of an adult explaining something to a small child. You twist your hand about until the palm faces toward you before clenching it into a fist, as if crushing something.

“Then he is very probably wrong.” You conclude, the smirk on your face widening to a full grin devoid of holes. Where the air previously had bristled with death-dealing pinpricks there is just empty air.

“Did the Faron tell you that the Gabriel constructs were his idea?” You laugh, amused by the idea that Faron had been the one to translate compound equations into five dimensional space.

It is a melodious, colorful , playful laugh.

That is not your laugh.

“The other one is asserting herself again.”
“I need to get to the bottom of this before she succeeds.”

The distinctive buzz of interdimensional static cracks in your ears, heralding the new arrivals to your party beneath the shadow of a Dead Power.

At first you seriously consider ignoring them completely, but the one whom your records call ‘Ash*in’ almost makes you laugh once again- thanks in no small part to his amusing question.

“I would have said this is a private party, Ash*in, but I can see Nat-nat forgot to close the door behind her.

Unfortunately, I cannot say that I organized tonight’s entertainment. It appears that such planning was Natasha’s department- You’ll have to ask her what the plans are.

So, do you have any words of the common tongue for us Natasha? Or are you going to make me dust off my pain-to-Exalted dictionary?”

24-Jan-2015 06:50:22 - Last edited on 24-Jan-2015 06:54:27 by Vrangr Wayne

Eno Remnant

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As a technomancer, a shadowforger, and a party of onlookers stand on the precipice of violence, they become aware of a sound. It begins too low for most to comprehend, but the lady of darkness and the elf recognise it as the pounding of a tribal drum. It builds in power until all hear it clearly, and from there it is accompanied by the sounds of other instruments, playing the theme from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly .

With timing so slick it had to have been planned, a figure detaches itself from the building: a young man in a longcoat, an akubra set securely on his head--upon which sit a pair of aviators--and the clinking of chains follows him, barely noticeable behind the music.

This new party strides confidently forward, perfectly in step with the music--an easy smile on his face making it clear that he's used to making entrances like this and yes, he does know how badass he looks right now.

"So," the man begins with a gentle Australian accent, speaking as the music fades, "I appear to have stumbled into a conflict."

He pulls the sunglasses from his hat and slides them on, a series of different scanners built into them running through every visible spectrum and collecting relevant data on everyone in the area. With a graceful, understated motion, he pushes the sides of his coat back and draws from behind himself a pair of Apache revolvers, attached to his pants by chains.

"I am Agent Light, an assassin and special agent of a nation that doesn't even exist in this omniverse. And you are..."

The scanners complete their checks, and the results flash in front of Agent Light's eyes. His overbearing confidence jumps right out of his expression as his head turns to seemingly direct his gaze at Aylss.

"Carrying contemporary R'ni tech. I'll just leave you to it, then."

Acting casual, the assassin begins to stroll away. Before running at full speed to the nearest shadow and vanishing into it.

24-Jan-2015 13:07:03 - Last edited on 24-Jan-2015 13:09:00 by Eno Remnant

Enheduanna
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Enheduanna

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When she speaks, you do not answer.

Instead, you turn your head to the side, and spit. Golden ic*or sizzles through the floor where it lands, accompanied by a metallic clatter as your teeth scatter across the stone. Not just the ones you've broken, but all of them. When you look back to her, your gums would make for a less-than-imposing sight... were it not for the fact your fangs--and the rest of your teeth--have already regrown.

When you smile, it is like a shark.

Your bracer fades to nothingness, and you wipe your left arm across your mouth, smearing blood across your lips and the back of your hand. You flick your fingers to the side, scattering it in an arc, and it is in that moment that a spike of shadow--thicker than a man's torso--punches from the floor, shattering the energy shield the prisoner threw inches from your neck.

You blink, once, and when your eyes open, they are bright, burning gold. Something flares around your body, borne from Light and fury, and settles itself into a pair of great, jagged wings - like those of a dragon, if ever there was a dragon forged from starlight and glory. You flex them once, a single, savage beat, and the floor melts beneath their touch.

There is only one being in Creation who has seen these wings and survived, and he is the one who gave them to you. Those who stand before you cannot help but recoil in awe, however brief their reaction may be; you are a Dawn Solar, Exalted of the Unconquered Sun, and you are legend .

" You would speak to me of pain? " Your voice radiates through the air like the cascading edge of a supernova; you have broken armies with a single word, and it shows .

When you laugh, each chuckle is like a thunderclap.

" Then let me show it to you. "

25-Jan-2015 11:15:19 - Last edited on 26-Jan-2015 01:14:31 by Enheduanna

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