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  1. It had taken Emile only a minute two get down to the fourth floor, but Ram and Hart where starting from the first floor, and would take a bit longer. He used the time to locate a vehicle and get to work on it. Back in training he had assumed he would never need to remember the hot wiring techniques they taught him. Fortunately he had retained more of them than he thought he had. In a few minutes he had opened the door, disabled the alarm, and started the engine. Just as it turned over he saw his two companions appear. "Get in," he said, then looked at Hart, "Get in the back, keep low." The doctor nodded numbly and did as she was told. Once everyone was aboard, he drove them out to use the opposite entrance from the one they had come in from. He hadn't seen the officers yet, but that could change at any minute. "Are you carrying?" he asked his partner.
  2. The prison whose halls Grant now walked did not have a name as far as he was aware of. It was a government black site; the kind of place that you wouldn't find on any paperwork, and that only a handful of people could even claim to know about. Luckily for him, he had done some work for the warden a few years back. A prisoner had somehow managed to get out, and the Prince had tracked him down and brought him back. To this day nobody knew how the inmate had gotten out, and there had been no escapes since. Not yet at least. Recently the facility had taken custody of an inmate who had proved to be all kinds of trouble for them. Grant didn't know what Saito Jengtsu did to get put here, but it was instigating a riot during which he had killed three other inmates and hospitalized half a dozen guards had gotten him moved to solitary. A further escape attempt had gotten him put in the most secure part of the facility, known as the Coffin. A 12 x 12 cell of three foot thick steel; enchanted to hell and back by master wizards. No natural light got into the cell, and the prisoner was made to wear heavily enchanted shackles. On the outside of the coffin was another heavily secured room, surrounded on all sides by armed guards. When Grant arrived outside the cell, he was taken to a spot where a speech bubble had been painted on the metal. When he spoke, the prisoner would be able to hear him, and respond back. "They tell me that most inmates who get put in there go insane from the isolation within a week," Grant spoke in a conversational tone, "You've been in there for a month. Hearing voices yet?" @Chappu
  3. danzilla3

    A Lost World

    Sebastian stood still; waiting to see how the scene before them would play out. The pack creatures were advancing on the larger creature, who responded by bellowing in defiance and swinging its tail menacingly. As the standoff continued, an unseen member of the pack had circled around behind the larger one, and now launched itself through the air. The larger sauropod responded by swatting it out of the air, impaling it with the spikes on its appendage; which detached and remained in the smaller animal as it went flying into the brush. "Looks like its over," he whispered. The large sauropod had turned in a half circle to hit the leaping one with its tail, and in doing so had lost the armament on it. While its back was turned, the remaining pack lunged, biting its tail and shredding its back legs. With a cry of pain and anguish, the larger creature fell to the ground, and was soon overwhelmed by the other sauropods. After a tense moment, Sebastian motioned for the others to follow him, and pressed forward.
  4. The young woman jumped a bit at Ram's approach, nerves frayed from the last twenty four hours. Ever since she had discovered the truth behind the inoculations she had been on edge. She turned to the well dressed man and offered a small smile. "Doctor Hart," she clarified, "Are you my uh, contact?" "Now we just wait for... the... bus..." That was when Emile noticed two CDF officers talking to another man in a suit. All three were looking at the doctor, and the snipers suspicion was confirmed when the suited one pointed at her and the officers began to move towards her. Shit. "Ram, change of plans, they're coming for her. No time for the bus, you've got to get out of there now." The guards had split up and were approaching the pair from the left and right; both with their hands on their side arms. Emile looked around for another path his companions could take, but there was only one way forward. "You need to get across the street. Meet me in the parking garage next to my building, fourth floor." Though he had hoped that things would go smoothly, Emile had learned long ago to always have a backup plan. They would have to hotwire a vehicle and try to get out of there without drawing anymore attention. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, he ran to the edge of the roof and jumped, landing on the fifth floor of the garage with a roll. Now he just had to meet up with Ram and the doctor.
  5. The line outside the offices of the Civil Defense Force had started out small, but grown exponentially as the opening hour approached. Fear had driven people from all strata of society to que up for one of the free inoculations being offered by the CDF. None of them seemed to question the motives for the program. Why would they? The CDF were a trusted part of daily life in the city. If they were offering shots, it must be on the up and up. No need to question it further. Right? Private Emile Gareau was set up on the roof of a building across the street from the CDF offices; viewing the scene through the scope of his rifle. The Doctor they were here to escort had left word she would be waiting at the bus stop in front of the office. Now it was just up to Robicheaux to make contact. @SweetCyanide
  6. "Just take what you want," Noah said plainly. The mugger scowled and snatched the purse from Aelene's arms; but did not move to leave after he did so. It seemed like the man wasn't sure what to do; perhaps not sure how to respond to someone who was plainly unafraid of him. Noah wasn't good at feigning emotion that he didn't feel, so pretending he was afraid of a man he could kill with no effort. Apparently this was something the criminal just couldn't tolerate. "I'll do whatever I want!" Words were followed up with a backhand across his face that barely registered to Noah, As for the mugger, it seemed to take him a moment before he noticed the pain shooting up his arm. Hissing out a string of expletives, the criminal looked at his victim with confusion. Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed Aelene and yanked her forward. "Bitch, you're coming with me!" Noah stood silently as his companion was dragged away. He figured that if the woman wanted to be rid of the man that she was perfectly capable of dispatching him herself.
  7. Eiji chuckled to himself as he severed the mental connection with Shi; taking some juvenile pleasure in ignoring his complaints. The man was a fine assassin, but his personality was somewhat grating. Besides, given what he was about to do, he would take any small bit of fun he could. Lesser men would have been intimidated as they walked the path to the dock; no doubt frightened of the scores of vampires hissing and scuttling just out of sight. The Clan head was obviously above that kind of fear, but he couldn't deny the palpable tension in the air. It was an effort to keep his hand away from his sword. Even the slightest provocation could set the lesser vampires off, so he just kept his hands at his sides and his eyes forward. The Vampire Lord was a textbook case of how appearances could deceive. Frail as his the elder looked with his pale skin, sunken eyes, and emaciated build. Eiji knew that the creature in front of him was extraordinarily powerful. Until recently, he would have stood no chance against such a monster. But much had changed, and now he figured he at least had a chance of winning. "Why have you come here?" asked the Lord, voice almost a whisper. "There is a powerful airship here," Eiji replied, "I wish to claim it." Confusion clouded the vampires expression, "That is all?" "Why else would I venture here?" "You're... shadow," it spat the word like poison, "It is usurper, destroyer. A mere echo of what it once was; but even that is more dangerous than most." Eiji thought for a moment, then took a chance, "If you allow me to take my prize, there would be no need for us to fight." Silence reigned for several long minutes before the Lord nodded, and then disappeared. Once it was gone the swarm began to recede back to their lairs; wordlessly commanded by the Elder. "Can't believe that worked," Eiji muttered. Then he once more started towards the docks.
  8. Noah had seen the like of the Gypsy Market a thousand times throughout his myriad lifetimes, and he always found them uncomfortable. Too crowded, too noisy, too much going on in general. But this was where the plan called for them to be, so he would bear with it for now. "Give me a moment." Using his own facial recognition, he began to scan through the crowd, cross referencing the data with local police records. In seconds he had picked out three potential targets that would suit their purposes. The first was a mugger, ruled out for his propensity for unneeded violence. Second candidate was also ruled out for being a known sex offender. The third was a known purse snatcher, perfect for their mission. "Three o' clock, the man with the facial tattoos. Present him with the opportunity and he will almost certainly take the bait."
  9. To date, he has killed 13 people. All but two were high ranking members of the Gaianist Church, and all members of a disbanded sect known as the Order of Thorns. It was discovered that the killer himself was a member of the Order. Most of this was established in this thread.
  10. Hey, just checking to see if we're still on.

  11. Serial killer, cult leader, and all around psychopath available anytime! I gave him the bounty listed in the profile as a joke, but if he got an official one... Gang leader, drug traffiker, arms dealer, and murderer. Operates mainly out of Taen, but has branched out into Terrenus as a whole.
  12. Sure, I'm down if everyone else is.
  13. Noah had already known the name of the establishments owner before he walked in. He had run the name of the business through a search algorithm that had turned up a business license, which led to a birth certificate. A similar process had left him briefed on the gang situation in the city. The escalating gang war was pretty much the only thing the news media were talking about; and the police databases were full of references to it. Knowledge was power; and his information gathering abilities made him very powerful indeed. Extending his hand to shake hers, he uttered only, "Noah." At Aelene's direction, he turned his attention to the objects on the table. Fixing his gaze on the seemingly random assortment of items, he scanned each and every one of them thoroughly before giving his answer. "Human blood, type O negative. A search of medical records indicates that our employers husband possesses this type. Keycards all belong to the same building, though their programming does not reveal the location they belong to. Both keys appear to be fitted for the same lock. The composition of the metals used during their construction are unique to the local area. Cross referencing their customer list with known shell companies confirms that it was made for the husband." He looked up at Aelene, "My conclusion would be that these objects are meant to help us break into our targets hideout."
  14. Physical speed is predicated on the speed at which one can process and react to a threat. Sebastian registered the gun had been fired as soon as the hammer had struck the round to fire it. If he had been more than a few feet away from the carriage he could have cleanly dodged or deflected all three shots. Right now the distance between him and the shooter would not permit that. But there was one thing he could do that would match the speed of the rounds racing towards him. With but a thought, the head of a spectral Hydra materialized between him and the bullets, deflecting all three. Not content to merely defend himself, the Governor willed the head to lash out and grab the rear right wheel of the carriage. Wood splintered as the wheel was ripped off with the ease of a predator taking a bite from its prey. When the carriage came back down, it would be on three wheels instead of four; slowing it, but not yet stopping it. "That's some good driving," Sebastian muttered. Then he took off after the vehicle, prepared to dodge or deflect any further shots.
  15. Nah, go ahead. Once you've both reacted seems like the best time to reply.
  16. Though the payment on offer was no doubt generous, it was irrelevant as far as Noah was concerned. Money was something that he could get at anytime. He could hack into just about any financial institution in the world and have a practically infinite amount of cash for a few hours of work. If he didn't wish to stir up trouble with the law, he could write predictive algorithms that would allow him to exploit market trends for his own gain. Or if he cared nothing for collateral damage he could storm in to any bank he wished and take what he liked. No, he wasn't doing this for money. Experience. That was what he wanted. In nearly a thousand years of existence, he had accrued a great wealth of experiences; but in a surprisingly narrow field. He had taken advantage of his seeming immortality to gain a great deal of knowledge and skills. The result was scores of degrees from universities all over the world; some of which no longer existed. But in dedicating his life to the pursuit of knowledge, he felt he had neglected something fundamental in what it meant to be human. If he was to truly surpass humanity as he claimed, he needed to experience more of what it meant to be human. Arriving at the bar at the appointed time, he was today wearing the appearance of a young man in a well tailored suit. He pushed open the doors and walked up to the counter. "I'm here for the job."
  17. Ren was unsure how to react to such generosity. Of course he was grateful for the Empresses efforts, only an ingrate of the highest order wouldn't be, but no one had ever gone to such lengths for him or his school. Naturally he was aware of potential political maneuvering on her part. War was a distinct possibility in the Empires future, and having powerful warriors on her side would be a boon. Though technically sworn to neutrality in such matters, Tiandi Wushu would not be able to stand idly by if Port Kyros was invaded. Furthermore, their policy of teaching any who wish to learn meant it was possible that he might train members of the Hyperion military. But even taking such things into consideration, the service she was providing for the school and his students was invaluable. He had expected to live in semi-transience for at least a few months while they got back on their feet. That his students would know a bit of material comfort after the hardship they endured during their travels warmed his heart. The Shangdi bowed his head, extending both hands clenched in front of him, "Your kindness is greatly appreciated Your Highness." When he and his students were later left alone, he would turn to his students. "I suppose we shall regroup for mealtime. Remember that though we have been shown great kindness, we are guests here," A small smile crept over his features, "But do enjoy yourselves. You've earned it." Bowing slightly to Trey and Kotori, he then had his attendant show him to his room.
  18. More laughter, "Oh no! No no no no no no no no no. No one is going to lay a finger on you..." The prince was looking at the ground, one hand covering his features as his entire body seemed to vibrate with barely contained mirth. Anyone close enough could see tears streaming down his face. Swaying back and forth he knelt down to the ground, pressing his forehead to the ground. Muttering to himself with increasing fervor, he suddenly reared his head back and slammed it into the stone. Then again. Then he kept doing it, a web of cracks spreading out from the site of the impact. Suddenly he just stopped, blood dripping from his head. Then he got back to his feet. "Yes... no one shall harm you..." With incredible speed, the prince flew into the air and positioned himself behind Claudette. "Except me!"
  19. "Hah? You think this is enough to keep me contained?" Iblis knew that he couldn't simply rip a hole in the fabric of this realm, or at least he couldn't yet. While he had traversed a thousand dimensions, this one was obviously under the control of something that was temporarily beyond him. But he could wait. He knew a thing or two about patience after the first time he had been captured, five hundred years ago. For now he would gather his power, bide his time. It was on his side in a place like this, where time moved more slowly than in mortal world. "You think you've bested me Queen?" he asked, lowering himself to sit cross legged on the floor, "Not yet." For the first few centuries in the Red Room there was nothing but silence. He could feel something, or perhaps someone, looking into his mind; probing, searching for a weakness to use against him. Perhaps it was unused to minds not conventionally mortal; as it seemed to be taking a while. The sheer isolation would have driven most men mad, but it was nothing to him. From the moment he had first come to realize his own existence he had been alone. It was only after he had made the journey to Valucre that he even realized that other beings existed. Solitude was the default of his existence. And yet Eventually his thoughts turned to Claudette, the elven woman whose plague he had spread throughout the Queen's city. He hoped that she found herself well. When last they had met, she had been driven off; grievously injured by the Prince. She would recover, he had seen to that. For some reason he found her more interesting than most mortals he encountered. A woman possessed by a singular drive to save her homeland, at any cost. Most he met desired some form of personal gain, but though she desired power, Claudette genuinely wanted it for something other than herself. "Iblis..." He opened his eyes at the sound of her voice to see her prostrate before him. She was bleeding from uncountable wounds, clothing torn, tears streaming from her face. One shaky hand reached out towards him. "Help me." Chuckling softly, Iblis simply closed his eyes once more. It would take more than that to fool him. After all, he knew what kind of realm he was in; the kind of tricks that it would attempt to play. So he ignored the cries of "Claudette," knowing that it was merely an illusion. The ploy went on for decades before the dimension or the one controlling it finally realized that it wasn't working. A few more passed before he sensed the next one begin. YOU DARE RESTRAIN ME Opening his eyes once more, he found himself in a familiar place. Ornate stone stretched as far as the eye could see, covering the floors, walls, and ceiling. Lining the walls were statues of kings whose names had been lost to history. He sat in a circle made of gold, covered in blood. In front of him was the corpse of the man who had trapped him in this place, Rama. Looking up from the corpse, he was greeted with the sight of... himself. I HAVE LIVED A THOUSAND LIFETIMES. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME. NOTHING! Iblis sighed. He had been so angry back then; enraged not just by the audacity of a mortal capturing a being like him, but at having his plans waylaid like this. When Rama had tricked him, he had been on course to consume this world; as he had consumed hundreds of lesser worlds. Now it was sinking in that he would lose not just time, but power. The djinn had not taken the realization well. FE;NL1~@J&9!BLKJL;ADFE%$!@ Words and emotions never before felt by a mortal being echoed off the stone walls, as he grew angrier. Looking at it now, he felt mortified that he had ever been reduced to such a state. How different he was then. Back then he had been so much more- Powerful Well, yes. That much was undeniable. You will never be what you were. Annoying. Why do you lie? Look how much I have already gained. Not enough. It never is. Even back then, he had desired more; more power, more followers, more land, MORE. At the apex of his power he still told himself that he only needed a little bit more power to accomplish his goals. Why? Why didn't he realize? If he had just moved to attain his aims- What could have been The world! And everything in it could have been his if only he had acted then! Now... Too late. Yes... because he would never be what he was. No matter how much power he gained, he would always be a shadow of himself. He would never rectify his failure. He would spend eternity as a failure. And so the cycle went for another thousand years, the room reminding the djinn of his failures, and he despairing at his fate. Though time passed, he never stopped gathering power, never stopped. Over untold millennia, the power grew, and grew until it became as a singularity. Eventually the Red Room began to warp at a single point, at first nothing but a pinprick, but with time it would explosively expand and pulled the djinn through. where am I? does it matter? no. meaningless. Drifting through this new void, it would take him a long time to realize that the conversation between him and the voice had stopped. Years passed, and he now questioned the things it had told him. Would he ever be as powerful as he was? Perhaps, perhaps not. But he would not make the same mistake he had back then; the mistake he had continued to make once he had been released from his captivity. The time to achieve his goals was NOW. Another century and he was himself once again. With a thought, he tore open a hole in the fabric of reality and reemerged in the real world once more, exactly where he had been. In the real world, only a few hours had passed when the sky split open, and Iblis emerged from the tear in the horizon. Now he once again faced Raveena, to whom he gave a genuine bow at the waist. "Well done, Hyperion Queen. Most others would have been torn apart in that place; and I cannot say my own stay was particularly pleasant. But... it was worth it. For you have taught me something I desperately needed to learn. For that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart."
  20. I would put the emphasis on cop/soldier than the other way around. Law enforcement that have the capability to become soldiers rather than the other way around.
  21. I wouldn't be against Aveline being the sheriff, in principle. The Singlances have the resources to train and equip a police force after all, and are well liked and respected enough in Lunaris to be accepted in that role. But Lunaris is not a police state. Extrajudicial killings will not be tolerated. We need law enforcement, not an occupation. Now if you want to have a storyline of a bunch of mercs and soldiers learning to become proper police, that would be one thing. And... there's a good chance you would get to declare martial law in the near future.
  22. I wouldn't know. Math has never been my friend...
  23. I bet Adime slithers out of the corpse of her current host at the end of the robbery thread. Thoughts @supernal
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