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  1. THE_BULL

    cool runnings

    His opposers may have noticed it for brief moment. The way his eyes went to each corner a few times. Furrowing brows that suddenly piqued and his head did a quarter swivel roughly a full 10 degrees to the right. Locating the objective wasn't going to be as hard as he thought. Especially since aside from the Avatar himself---he had an energy signature akin to a being native or at least blessed by the dynamism of Xaengri-La. It was time to make it known that Help was on the way--and to rattle the cages even further, keeping all would be opposers either shaken, rattled or rolled---Or a combination of all three. His massive fingers coiled tightly into massive fists and every muscle beneath the carapace armor he wore constricted as a gesture which began to herald a fairly cataclysmic and prominent event of dynamism. It began with massive bolts of electromagnetic anima in the form of lightning--literal, lightning. Heralded by a spontaneous manifestation of increased ionization. Arcs of natures most intense and brilliant displays were isolated and contained to the immediacy of his hulking frame. The "Upsurge" was a byproduct of the Avatar's solenoid function going active. A solenoid function that made his body a walking, talking, existing Matter-Conversion drive, to within limits able to consume matter in varying forms and convert it to usable POWER for any of his innate or external functions. These forces at play, in turn caused others to be displayed. There was a very apparent pressure emanating from him. The likes of which would drastically increase in intensity until the very walls and corridors in his immediate vicinity cracked and shook and threatened to give way. Those arcs mirrored this crescendo until he was absolutely confident that whomever it was that was on the other end of this "Nature symmetry" could identify with it, and POSSIBLY, feed of it enough to liberate himself and Save Proteus the full trip between them. Two of soldiers took ready at the end of the 30 meter corridor he stood; beneath the gaping HOLE and opening he created on entry. In one Violent release of pressure the hulking frame rocketed forward toward them with both of his hands stretching out and capturing them in vice before slamming them into the end-wall. His strength. His momentum. His weight. The sheer size of his hands---All of it attributed to two rib cages shattered like glass and the organs beneath them liquified under the herculean effort that would have them heaving blood onto the surface of his wrist and fore-arms---and death quickly following. Turning right here would set him on a course that would draw him closer to the objective; and have him facing down a gathering of 5, swords at ready but bodies petrified in fear at the display before them. It causes them to not react, their lacking movement is capitalized on as the two dead bodies in his possession are FLUNG down and at them. Dead-Decoys, slamming into the grouping and crippling their responses to the Hulking figure who once again comes barreling through the lot of them Like a mad JUGGERNAUT. At that Halls end----A Mintotaur, brandishing an Axe, his hip lined with Keys and NOW a chest serving as the point of impact for Proteus' shoulder. He'd come through the wall OF Janos' Cell---Unfortunately pelting the prisoner with a spray of debris and dirt, and leaving the shaken Minotaur sprawled out at his feet, fighting for consciousness despite a fractured sternum and a concussion. A veil of dust obscured the Titan, only his glowing eyes cutting through, before it dispersed and allowed him to be viewed. "I take it you are who we're here for...". All the while eye balling his restraints, and then turning around to let his senses scrutinize the area. His comrade was on approach, and unfortunately this facilities personnel would be in tow. It was time to begin the process of liberation, first making an inquiry. "You're no slouch, It's apparent....those chains something special?"
  2. THE_BULL

    Winds of change.

    She was punctual in her response. It was a question asked all to often and the answer came without much hesitation in the form of her kind voice and an electronic node, no bigger the the remote of a car alarm remote. "Here you are, just be sure to return it if and when you do check out. It's an display HUD and GPS device that brings up a fully 3D Hard Light construct of the city. Ask it a question or a location type or destination type and it will pinpoint you to several results of that search. It can also be used as a communication device should you need to speak with any of the hotel staff when not here on site. If I had to make my own suggestion, you can go to Bakers, downtown, they offer some of the best attire for multiple occasions. Pricey, but the quality and presentation of the work more then shows for it." She smiled as her eyes went back to her computer, and with a few taps of the locations on the fiber optical display, she had gone about establishing a connection with Mr. Stokes' scheduling department. There were several openings, and with fluid movements she'd have transferred this information to her node which was activating, casting a brilliant HUD Photon-Display right before her eyes. "He is available as early as tomorrow at any of those following times ranging from Morning till the afternoon. Pick one and you'll be added to his calender, he may even have his office call you a head of time to confirm the meeting." With the request mostly fufilled. She'd once again check and see that their rooms were in fact booked and readied, and facilitate their entry if needed but for now simply looked to them with delight, "Is there anything else I can do for you today?"
  3. THE_BULL

    cool runnings

    If the two of them felt slighted or undercut---that wasn't his intention. On the same token he was not the apologetic type. They had been awarded a mission to complete and he would see to it that it was in fact done. If it was of any consolation this Avatar (A construct of the PRIME-ORIGINAL) was confident in the task, not just because of his own attributes but because he had been situated with two, very strong, very poised individuals that like him---were diligent about accomplishing the task. Same goals. Different approaches. These avatars were constructs. Representations of Proteus Rauz Prime. Containing only a dismal fraction of his overall prominence in both power and stature, yet no less impressive when applied as he would be now. His voice would sound out loudly into the howling winds that blitzed to and fro in light of the doors coming ajar. "Keep them open!...." this statement preceded tremors that would shake the ship itself (1) Spell brandings left in the wake of every single forceful step taken, seething hot, welded onto the metal floors. Steps that were building in momentum and force and as a byproduct creating speed. The armored figure would manifest a stellar aura about him as 3 symbols, one on his chest, and back (Which would go unseen beneath the mass of cloak billowing behind him) and his forehead, heralding the "THE GIFT". This scribed spell brand, represented a Celestial dialogue known only to a few and lost on most---Older then all. Its purpose and intent? Will be made clear in the passing moments as the hulking frame had jettisoned from the bay doors out into the expanse of sky between that point and the waiting ground below. He'd go from a dive as he turned his body to bring his feet to point toward the ground, and an uncanny amount of speed would have been managed. As if a force, quasi mystical in nature accelerated him beyond the terminal limitations of an object his size and weight would normally obtain. A visible wedge of air formed where air super heated at speed while traveling over his frame. He would sound every bit if not more so then like an artillery round on approach. His trajectory had been altered as to not approach the front gates at all, but rather to hit the mountain side itself----where no intended entry existed. These events all to transpire before a cataclysmic "BOOOOOM!!!!!!!" The shockwave of his impact would spread for meters on end, and maybe, just maybe Dazkar could appreciate at this moment the beauty of shock and awe. It isn't a display of arrogance, or show boating. It isn't an uncalled for show of force and disregard. It was just that---Shock, and Awe. An amazement takes place. As forces would no doubt be flustered. Already taken by surprise, the sheer stimulation of an entire MOUNTAIN being jostled by some unknown object hitting it was enough to take the wind out of troops or defenses sails. To caught up in their feelings and curiosity and panic. Who? What? Where? Why? These aren't questions to ask when beings such as He, and Dazkar, and an effective ship are currently mountain a surprise offensive----Those moments could cause death. Perhaps they did? After all, Proteus would not only HIT the mountain side, but with the spell of "Unstoppability"---He was perpetual motion. By some manner of Quintessential law. Disregarding any and all applicable physics regardless how substantially abundant the opposing or resisting force was. If it LACKED equal mystical, Quintessential enforcement---It simply could not and would not stop him. Those in the mountain would hear not just the impact but the disheartening sounds of TONS, and TONS of earth being disheveled and disrespected! The entirety of this under ground citadel would tremble!!!! All the way until Proteus himself would deactivate the spell, noticing himself having reached the proverbial bottom---due to the changes in building material. He'd LAND--unfortunately NOT right next to the objective but at least on level. And whatever gathering forces, if they could look through the veil of dust and debris would seek the Black Hulking silhouette of inevitable and impending death---Eyes alight like jewels from the pits of hell. Exhaling a mass of air from his lungs. From here....he would be prepared to fight his way to the objective. Making that intent known as he spat venom to would be opposers, "I seek to Liberate, A prisoner from your HELL...or your LIVES from your posession, makes me no never mind..."
  4. THE_BULL

    Burning Old Bridges [Earth-Fall - Realm of Man]

    She doesn't think about it. She doesn't mull it over or pick a spot or a method, she just goes. Tapping into the jewel in her chest, heaping in gargantuan helpings of the power it afforded her, she goes into her Binary form. Her skin grew hot. Tearing away the casual attire she wore and beneath it revealing her uniform. Her hair became like that of fire, her eyes, alight with the Quasi-Cosmic energies that mixed and permeated every fiber of her being and every cell in her body. She was supercharged for the task at hand, taking on opposition she knew she did not match. A lover, she never thought she'd have to. The look in his eyes, The sound of that gravely voice, the tone of his aura. There was no mistaking that Proteus meant every word he said. It was evident that he cared LESS about her well being, whether he didn't care at all was to be seen. She encroached at speed, covering the short distance between them in an instant. Creating so much pressure, so much force on arrival that windows shattered, cars jostled and the ground shuddered and that was all before her fist was caught squarely dead center of his palm---resulting in an even greater eruption of force, coupled with the sound of the Iron-Teenagers body slamming into a near by wall and through it, resting right beside the felled giant. She'd follow with a right, that falls short, as it's parried and several other of her forceful blows met with the same end--the last parry'd again and she was greeted by a headbutt that floored her immediately and set her on her back and into the ground. This was swiftly followed by a pinning left hand, that she clawed at fevershly before bringing her arms up as best as possible to absorb the force set onto her face by the 3 punishing right hands. So much force that the she would be sent down and into the Subway tunnel below, slamming against the floor. She was jostled. Woozy. Barley able to keep conscious. Were she not in this form---She'd be done for. If it wasn't for the way he blotted out the light, she wouldn't have gotten the cue to roll out of the way as he descended and landed in pursuit. She crawled at first, then flew, then turned around, wiping blood from her mouth, in sheer disbelief at the fact that he'd struck her so. "If I didn't know any better Proteus i'd think you're actually trying to kill me....is this where we are? You hate me that much?" She held her ground---while he approached, and she'd have her answer although it wasn't the verbal kind. [On the streets above] The Champions had gathered. Amadeus Cho "The Totally Awesome Hulk" had recovered from his maiming, and both Ironheart and Ms. Marvel were coming back into the realm of consciousness. Finally, The Avengers had finally arrived on scene, adding Experience and resource to their mounting defensive. Tony Stark----Nowadays, having a revolving role in the Avengers roster took point on the situation, and silently, assessed... "We've got the city in mid evac, we need to isolate him here. Seems dead set on focusing it in on Carol, maybe we can use that. Speaking of Carol where is she?" No sooner then the inquiry concluded a massive Explosion could be heard and felt, then through the street up and into the face of a nearby building Carol went before hitting down and through every single floor before she found stillness on the ground floor. "Found her....." Not to far behind her, he erupted out from the bellows, and back onto the streets, spectating the gathered lot and starting to grow increasingly frustrated. This would force Proteus into a dialogue, "I will only say this once, I came here for one thing and one thing only. Anyone, and anything getting in the way of that----I will kill you outright. Instruct Danvers to give me the Jewel...and I will take my leave, with no further collateral damage." "Minus that Jewel she dies, there is no way we could willingly do that and you know it, give us time to find an alternative at least!" Proteus didn't bat an eye, he didnt' say anything nor did he do anything, until his head swiveled over to catch Carol stumbling coughing while falling to her knee's. Putting blood on the pavement from some internal injury. She'd look up and at the titan before rising to her feet, catching a look from Proteus that was suggestive of some sort of consideration was being taken.
  5. THE_BULL

    Burning Old Bridges [Earth-Fall - Realm of Man]

    Headstrong and hot headed. Undisciplined. Under-trained. They were lambs being sacrificially thrown on the fire and the powers that be were allowing it. Cowards. All of them. Proteus feels no remorse for what comes of those getting in his way. Even if they are kids. Even if they are innocent and undeserving. Like this child, Kamala Khan, a human, inhuman hybrid who's powers of Polymorphing were awakened by the recent Terrigen Mist incident. Normally, when she takes her Giant Form imposing as it is, many back down or find some sort of cover, having to deal with opposition nearly as tall as a sky scraper. She is no warrior. She is no fighter, nor is she a hunter or a killer or someone with any predatory sense. Nor was she privvy as to what her opponent was, and what he could do. So when she appeared towering over Proteus, and went to raise her fist to striker him down---She had no idea that he could jump with far better power and speed then her fallen comrade ever could. She had no idea, that he could clear the distance between the ground and the 50 stories in a literal blink of an eye. Nor did she know that i was because she blinked---She missed it. And would barley feel the immense pressure against her jaw---before she blacked out, and was sent toppling backwards, head over feet into and through the building at her rear, and into another, sprawled and knocked out cold out in the street. And he'd have landed that much closer to Danvers who was issuing orders, "I need the Avengers here NOW!! Push the evac range out, I want this entire island clear!! CHAMPIONS!! STAND DOWN NOW!!" Riri Williams had never seen anything like what she just saw, and like her inexperienced team mate, allowed her emotions to get the better of her, coming off assignment and zooming down from the skies to scan and check the vitals of her fallen team mate. She was supposed to be keeping aerial tabs, being the eyes for the others who were using the Swarm HUD's, she immediately gets hit with clutter, and she yells back, further disorientating the team, "Im scanning her vitals!! She is fine!!! I lost visual, check last location!" She made a grave error. Taking her attention off of her Scanners and the HUD that may have let her know that something---no, someone was behind her. It wasn't until that massive hand gripped her neck, and fear induced adrenaline took over causing her to kick and scream frantically---Forgetting about her armor. Forgetting about tactic or skill and being gripped by the feeling of helplessness. "You're biggest mistake was caring. More about her then yourself....then you'd have seen me coming, despite how fast I am. Let's see how much you're worth child..." Carol hand landed just few meters short of him, eyes wide, hands held out and pleading, "PROTEUS NO!..." She kicked. She screamed, She squirmed, she tugged mercilessly at his fingers which were large, and coiled not just around her neck but some of her head and shoulders as well. His grip was unbearable, the structural integrity of her suit was fast becoming compromised. She regrets now more then ever turning down Starks assistance in providing her with ample resources but at the moment----she was at his mercy. And he had, no mercy. His voice was calm, and cool when he spoke...and cold. "Give me the Jewel....or I will snap this childs neck, here and now. I Will NOT...ask more then once."
  6. THE_BULL

    Burning Old Bridges [Earth-Fall - Realm of Man]

    His eyes never left her. She'd be oblivious to this fact but they hadn't seen her in 10,000 years, for her it had been 10, her look was softer then his. Less intense. Her looks were devoid of the malice that ensconced his. Her body language wasn't nearly as combative, there was still Love there---albeit she was doing her best to be what she was HERE to be. The leader of S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers. She had to push her feelings of being a wounded lover deep down into the confinements of her mind and soul. It was a harder balancing act then she thought it would ever be. She thought she would never BE...in this position, ever, not the way he had left. She had looked around, signaling the grab team to stand down, despite them being in her ear telling her that the Young-Avengers were en-route with a 7 minute ETA. Her hands were out, at her sides, cautiously, and slowly she'd let his name roll out from her mouth. "Proteus...?..W-What are you doing here?" Proteus however was not so awe struck. Where as she was still combating the inner turmoil of feelings not dealt with, Proteus however was devoid of those hang ups. "The artifact. The jewel I gave you to aid you with your binary form. We used it to symbolize our engagement.." There was a brief pause there, just a lapse. It was momentary, and quickly fleeted from him. "Seeing as how that isn't the case, it can be returned and used as intended." She had stepped back and her hand had come to rest at the center of her chest, where a necklace existed beneath her clothing. She would be lying if she said that didn't cherish it for THAT reason. It was all that she had left of a partnership she valued. A Relationship that in all truth she wanted----but just couldn't have if it meant she had to leave this world. Even under those circumstances, she would be hard pressed to relinquish the item. But under the current circumstance, "Proteus.....I. I don't know how to tell you this, so much has happened. Here, and to me. This Jewel...it's practically keeping me alive right now. We had a run in with the Kree and the Chitarui...my powers, my body, was adversely affected and the power of this gem, it's sustaining me. If I remove it, I die.....Is this what you want? Is this what you came all the way here to do?" His next choice of words would hit her like a dagger. A knife, forcefully rammed into her chest and her soul torn asunder. He didn't hesitate. He didn't falter or stutter over a single word. It came out without hesitation, "Yes." And without so much as a stutter he would begin proceed forward, footsteps thundering and the entirety of the grab team sending information to base and taking information as well. ----Until he was interrupted. By Amadeus Cho.....current ONE of the few Hulk's occupying the planet at the moment. Unfortunately he had no idea what he had stepped inbetween. This wasn't some fodder, or muscle bound brute that would be intimidated by the tales of or exploits of green skin and rage. Not when he's crushed gods beneath his boots. Not when he's mauled The Original many times over. Protues Rauz had one thing in mind and one thing only, and it was to be vindictive and downright vengeful in the reclaiming of the item he afforded this woman out of love. As far as he was concerned-----she deserved death, for killing his heart the way she did herself. Cho was eager and arrogant. Leaping ahead of his team, ignoring Carols order to "STAND DOWN!!!, CHO!! STAND DOWN!!!" To late. Brutality had ensued. Cho was LESS of a tactful fighter then even Luke Cage. His overhand right was sloppy. Wide. Slow, and telegraphed. It stood absolutely no chance on landing. That fist was engulfed by the larger one belonging to the Celestial who's head came down immediately after and shattered the bridge of Cho's nose. An absolutely vicious left uppercut that followed landed flush on the chin, hyper extending the neck, singing pain down Cho's spine all the while not relinquishing the hand, he kept his victim close as he dove his fist into Cho's solar-plexus several times in the same spot.---Each blow tantamount in power, the very ground beneath them cracking and giving weigh to the sheer force that was creating an isolated seismic event. A vice around the green goliaths neck with his left---before hoisting him off his feet, he recited it, -SNAP!!!!- The Green Goliaths arm, had been broken---Severely. To the point where a massive bone protruded through skin and a harrowing scream was let loose---Heard as far as manhattan..."FLEA...." The massive green frame was thrown, literally tossed aside in mere gesture that would send The Hulk barreling through several establishments before laying to rest, writhing in pain, buried neck deep in debris---While the entirety of his team arrived in horror. There was about to be alot of bodies in Brooklyn...
  7. THE_BULL

    [Quest] To BECOME DEATH...

    There was a bit of a ways until they reached their destination anyway, he didn't mind the conversation. Alot about him had changed, whether she'd notice it was one thing for instance the lack of the brands on his body that was once a key item of his description. His greater overall size, the massive beard and mane of hair in general, the horns----all of it, represented change. His ability to sit and listen to her go on and on without being irritated was another thing as well, part of him even smiled at it, wondering to himself if he had either matured that much or just missed her company so. When she filled him in about her search for the Grimoire's he was honestly surprised to hear that she had found one, and apparently had great success in establishing a base for herself in Genesaris----A Land he himself once occupied, and in the same area. His face never advertised it. Instead when she inquired he was forward and honest... "Hmm, loaded question. I was held captive for 10,000 years in a plane called Terrestia, where my race originates from. Here, only 10 years or so had actually passed. Since my escape and return i've moved my Kingdom from Genesaris to this plane of existence called "Xaengri-La." This is a divinity realm, an ethereal place. It seems fitting, and a better place for my people and I. Now, Im a King, nothing more nothing less. No missions or thrill seeking like the bald, young me of old that you remember my friend..." He had looked down and to her before he addressed a rather obvious figure, who was missing, "Last I remembered you always traveled with that big ass dog of yours, where is he now?" They'd have finally, after some time reached the base of the stairs leading to the main doors, and the hall behind them. Large, wide, granite structure with large steps leading to a very thick set of metal doors the likes of which required all of the dozen of so guards around them to push open----despite them all being able to lift several tons in wefreight on their own individually. After providing them means of entry, a simple gesture would dismiss the lot of them and he and would be flanked by eager attendants who'd begin offering her everything from something to drink to a change of clothes--which she was free to indulge in if she chose. They drew nearer to his mother---The service and politness was going to get greater from here...
  8. THE_BULL

    Winds of change.

    Surface street travel in Taurus was a fairly peaceful affair. The same AI that greeted the two, was also responsible for the unfathomable algorithms that controlled traffic signals and things of the like. There were no speeding limits, mostly due to the fact that the safety technologies instilled into the infrastructure combined with the general high level of resilience in both the people and the vehicles made injuries and traffic based fatalities almost non-existent. Needless to say, their ride and the overall experience would be nothing short of comfortable as they moved along the highway leading to the hotel area at speeds in excess of 170mph---And not experience even the slightest bump, jostle or rattle. The pace decreased as they neared the hotel-----which from 5 miles away, was staggering in it's appearance. 170 stories of some of the most gorgeous and breath taking architecture in all of the realms. The Sonesta Taurus was one of the most paramount Hotels----In this sector. This crown jewel operated as temporary lodging for some of the premier traders, importer/exporters, Barters and transporters in all the realms. It was her prior statements and requesting information about establishing possible trade relations that prompted the AI to make the decision to place her reservation there. When the arrived, polite, professional and dapper attendants would eagerly greet the two and if it was present, assist them with any luggage the may have, and organize it on a cart where they could be moved with ease and no burden on either of them. They'd be escorted to the front desk----across a deep obsidian marble floor trimmed in gold, past numerous pieces of high end furniture in a room that was several times the size of an opera house auditorium. At the desk, the Clerk----A tall woman. With obsidian hair, dark skin, of a full figured build and form fitting clothing would smile and greet the two of them. Beautifully manicured nails on her outstretched hand.. : "Hello and welcome to The Sonesta Taurus, I am Jasmine, your host and night clerk. I see your reservation and this is your first stay here.We are currently running a promotional and you qualify for our free upgrade, putting you in one of our 3 bedroom, 2 floor Villa's. May I see your credentials and method of payment please?" Upon furnishing them the two would be registered, and once the exchange rate on currency was calculated it would be applied and deducted electronically and they're stay---cemented. "Tonight there is a complimentary buffet/dinner service. The Villa features a fully stocked bar, and a plethora of anemities..will you be needing anything else in particular?
  9. THE_BULL

    [tfoc] reise, reise

    The of this was new to him. Even the Original has never acted an asset to an army, let alone a soldier. Dom had spent his time aboard the carrier to admire. It's dimensions, the technological state, the soldiers on board----to whom which seemed as intrigued about him as they were anything else about the mission. He had managed to lap the entirety of the carrier (Or at least the places he could fit) before he found himself into the area of the bridge, and among many who were now gathering for the same cause. With the same objective. Putting it all on the line for the same man who appeared at the bridges highest point to address them. Proteus had picked his spot, at the front, where every soldier if they so chose could lay eyes on a prominent chess piece on the board----and be confident in it. Be inspired by it. Draw power and determination from it. He stood his tallest. His shoulders broad & firm. His facial expression was stone. The Fur collard cloak draped over his shoulders permeated the ranks of those who decided to stand close enough, as if it were some sentient living thing. Some of the men were intimidated by it, some fascinated, a few had a mixture of both. All eyes and attention befell on him at Viktus' inquiry, in which he replied soundly, "I will handle it alone. The only individuals who should be put in harms way is the enemy...". He'd have opened his palm slightly, displaying very intense, but minute and controlled arcs of power through and along his fingers before coiling his massive mitt back into a fist and nodding in confirmation to Prince Viktus. "Not a single brick out of place good Prince.." Silence befell him, his arms crossed and attention remained affixed to the Prince be it to hear the rest, or any amendments to his plan or further inquiries.
  10. THE_BULL

    Winds of change.

    Terra, as she is aptly named after the plane of origin---Terrestia, from whence the Celestial Race originates. Would have smiled warmly at the inquiry while raising her right hand and bringing up a HUD of the city section she was in. Several structures would illuminate, the 3D rendering being immensely detailed. "Your lodging inquiry is simple enough, and id like to add that there are no race restrictions on any of our hotels. Here are several choices. If you will be staying for a while, my recommendation would be The Sonesta Taurus. Full Apartment Style Suites, kitchen, with pools, spa's, sports complex, gym, Dining and more. If you'd like, I have your information on file, I have your information on file, and have made a reservation for you. A transportation van will be here within the next 15 minutes to pick you two up and bring you to the hotel." Her right hand would drop, and her left would go up to reveal profiles, over a half dozen but the AI would speak of the two of importance. "Trade talks are first handled by the official interviewer M. Stokes. Who would then recommend your presentation or offer to the advisor of the King and Queen. Our king, Proteus Rauz has conducted, accepted and established over 2,000 trade deals. The City of Taurus has importing/exporting relationships with various places, in various planes even. Upon reaching the hotel, if you'd like you can utilize the "Trade Services" option there and set a date and time for an interview and proceed, the Hotel also has a transport service to the shopping district as well as a list of associated establishments that offer discounts to guests of the hotel.." Efficient. Immensely efficient. Not to long after the AI had concluded her talk, their ride had arrived... The vessel was sleek, and fully automated. Devoid of an internal combustion engine which in Taurus, was an Enthusiast technology these days, this energy powered vehicle would arrive and the seemingly seamless vehicle would release an audible hiss before the door at it's side would slickly come ajar to reveal a beautifully luxurious interior that was an amalgamation of Leather, Fiber Optics and brushed aluminum. A Sonesta banner existed inside and the Terra, the AI, was present in there as well. "Welcome, this is the Sonesta Transport. I will be taking you to your hotel."
  11. THE_BULL

    [tfoc] reise, reise

    And so in this moment a very clear point had been made without even trying. The assets as prominent as they are, represent The King in a younger, far more reckless mind state. Head strong. All to willing to go directly into combat with little care or reason for safety----of their and others. So when the prince mentioned his concern for collateral damage, the proverbial wind had been snatched from eager sails. This was a righteous claim. If Dom were to claim that his methods wouldn't have taken a toll on the lands and it's people, he'd be a liar. The error in his thinking had made him all but to receptive to Viktus' plans and as the prince turned so did he--Dispelling the wild aura of energy that was around him. "Bait it is...We do this your way Good Prince. I will meet you at your command ship." Changing his direction to that of a southern one, he'd go into a light jog that became a full blown sprint. That second action came with effort, his effort resulted in force, force substantial enough to cause the ground beneath the balls of his feet to explode with every forceful step he took. It repeated like a machine gun, until suddenly he bounded upward and away, rocketing into the heavens under the power of his legs. Seeing a figure of his sheer size and dimensions move so was quite the show, but seeing as how Dominus (Like Proteus Prime) had a dislike for flying under his own power. It was a show he was always often willing to give. His initial jump would have him pique nearly a 1/4 of a mile into the sky, but 4 times that in distance from launch before gravity began to do it's bidding, (1) beneath his feet a construct appeared, hard light, runic in shape, and sufficient enough for him to LEAP yet again...for more distance. This...was how he traveled. Under the power of his legs, Dominus can clear vast distances in a single leap, or remain air borne and travel or change direction by utilizing a hiking spell. Nonetheless, the mentioned vessel had come into sight, landing as instructed and the changes had been made to his own trajectory so that his forceful arrival didn't threaten the ship in the slightest. Yet another impressive vessel. Alot like those produced by his own kingdom for both commercial and private use, it's size and shape were intriguing enough. Dominus would have waited for the vessel to continue it's landing, and the Prince's arrival, and continued to admired the vessel as it did so.
  12. THE_BULL

    Burning Old Bridges [Earth-Fall - Realm of Man]

    Carol Danvers was alotted 5 days out of a year, just 5, out of an entire year that she could claim as her own. "Personals" as she has come to call them. This particular day was being spent in a small bistro in Manhattan, a day date, with a ranking official in the air-force that she was big on at one point, and found herself interested enough in to pursue. Key word---pursue. Carol Danvers wasn't the type to be courted or proposed to. She was an alpha female, she hunted, very rarely did anything HUNT her and win her over. Well....there was one, and currently he is the reason why the both of them look over down to their tables and the many others as the entire establishment shook under a shock-wave.------having one shotted Thor. "The hell???" It begins around the same time that she had looked up to the TV at the scene unfolding in Brooklyn. Her <comm. Unit going off and she, Carol Danvers, The Director of Shield and current leader of The Avenger's would rise from the table---and be stuck right where she is, at who she see's. "P-Proteus????????!" She was trying to figure this out. He was bigger, older. The hair, the beard, the horns, his entire physique it was all different. It was GREATER, HE was greater but how? Why? For what reason would he return here after making it so very clear that this place wasn't where he wanted to be, that she, wasn't who he wanted to change his life for? These are questions that a foreshadowed by how dangerous a being he is, worse still one being confronted dead center in the middle of heavily populated Brooklyn. She watched on, as she was updated via <comm> "<Maria Hill> He entered quietly. We only had Luke Cage on hand for intercept, they talked and 5 minutes after he put Luke through a wall, a minute after that, he put him down for the count. Thor went in, and we got the same result, she's out cold in the Bronx. Doesn't seem like he's here to tear up the front lawn, and he's being very specific about who he wants to speak with. Has asked for you by name. The rest of the Avengers are converging on the location. You do know this is a bonafied Omega-level Threat Carol, if he is here to talk I think we should hear him out. 22.7 Billion dollars and 3 member deaths, the rest injured. We can't. Not with him. Not right now...and I want to say he looks to have gotten ALOT stronger." She had already issued her apologies and left money for the check, and was out the door and in flight to the location..."Tell the teams i'll meet them there, tell the grab teams to stand down, I'll talk with him, let's see what he wants.." [Meanwhile in brooklyn...] Heavy footsteps had carried him toward the hammer, Mjolnir and the look on Proteus' face was one to suggest that there was some history with him and the weapon. Not the good kind. "Mighty Mjolnir. It's said that only one who is Worthy can wield you..." He'd reach down and before his fingers even coiled around the hilt of it there was a reaction. Dynamism. Enchantments, ageless and powerful would coil up in defense of the item they've been bounded to ---Only to shatter like Glass. Materializing Planar shards that disperse and fall to the ground at his feet at the moment he gripped the hammer and plucked it from rest on the ground. It wasn't an issue of worthiness, it was as simple as the mysticism applied to the weapon was no where near as powerful as his own, or him. He was superior to it. "I wonder what that makes me then..." quipped before a quick rotation and a step heralded a mighty Throw that would send the mallet rocketing off into the sky where it blitzed through the atmopsheric zones, into space where it would cross the distance between this planet earth and the moon. Worse still, when the Asgardian regained consciousness she'd more then likely find herself reverted back to her mortal form-----and Cut off from Mjolnir altogether as the metaphysical bond had been severed and re-written. The hammer? Unresponsive, it's Owner? Minus the ability to harness it's power... It was at that moment that his head would swivel in the direction from where he had sensed his objective and with a unwavering gaze he'd stand there at ready for his audience.
  13. THE_BULL

    Burning Old Bridges [Earth-Fall - Realm of Man]

    S.H.I-Task force often Utilizes grab teams often work in symmetry with Supers, to bring down objectives, at least that's usually the plan. Against a certified S-Level threat like the ACTUAL Proteus Rauz, who's upon his prior Earth-Fall was no where NEAR as powerful as he is now and still leveled almost every Super-Team this planet had to throw his way.---Their use and effectiveness were plummeting. At best, they survey'd and kept a perimeter while yet another came into play. The skies were stabbed with lightning, and powerful winds that were once calm surged with enough prominence to shake the cars on the street---as much as Proteus' own steps were as they carried them into the middle of the street where he'd look up to Observe the source of this environmental elemental calamity and he scoffed, "You Gods, and your flare..." She'd bring Mjolnir down. The legendary hammer alight with the storm, lightning arcing wildly within and around the enchanted weapon that had been responsible for smiting many. Trolls. Giants. Elves. Gods-----Proteus would not be added to this list. For all the might of the Vaunted "Thor", the difference in their strength was made painfully clear when Proteus' massive mit viced that striking hand right where it held the hilt of that hammer, and an audible crunching sound could be heard as the super dense bones of a god were broken. And that god yelled out and tugged wildly, but his arm neither budged or even tilted an inch as he'd bring HER to eye level and examine his attacker in surprise. "The god of Thunder? A woman now? heh heh heh....my my my things have changed here on earth." Mjolnirs flare had barely faded, before a booming sound, so loud that it could be heard as far as Newark, New Jersey, and some would say felt as far to. The hammer fell just at Proteus feet, and the end result had been a punch that had put the god of thunder closer to the bronx, unconscious and sprawled out on the floor of a hardware store partially buried beneath debris. "And some things don't...." Local police had finally began arriving on the scene and unfortunately would more then likely add to the problem rather then rectify. They were not equipped to even so much as annoy an S-Level threat let alone bring one into custody. However they could establish a perimeter and began evacuating people from the immediate area. Not that it was needed, Proteus had no intent or care in harming innocents be they mortal or empowered, but would not stand by and be assulted or captured. He'd have turned around to put one of the grab team members into view, "Carol Danvers......NOW."
  14. THE_BULL

    Winds of change.

    The north Sector. As far as sheer size it was arguably the size of a small country itself if not larger. It was the culmination of Taurean Technology and their equally deep seeded proficiency in the most ancient and primordial mystical arts. Alar, one of the few remaining Celestials after their great war with "The Creator", brought with him these arts and technologies and birthed the entirety of the kingdom, in his passing, these technologies have evolved. Influenced by the natural flow of evolution and cues and insights from other cultures.The result was efficient. Blissful. Tranquil. Living structures stretching nearly a MILE into the heavens, flourishing markets and businesses, bustling traffic, clean air, no famine, no incurable diseases. All ran by a government that affords most if not all typical services (IE: Healthcare, Education, Job training) on it's dime. And the dimes are aplenty due to an inexplicably successful trading, manufacturing and mining assets that are also funneled into less expansive but still lucrative ventures. The Hub at this junction of the North Sector, albeit guarded, was not as heavily regulated as the Inbound Transport Hub into the Kingdom. Which meant far less scrutiny and interaction with authority for these two. Such things weren't needed to begin with, considering that Taurus CCTV system was 10x as extensive to that of a comparable England. Far more capable, with their biometric data stored into their database and the vast network of these highly advanced Camera-sensors, they could be watched and nearly anywhere in the entire kingdom---if needed. A better experience for them one could suppose, no Authorities or bias or physicals from a racially charged authority figures. Just the beautiful scenery to take in. To the right of them, there was a Kiosk, that would manifest a hard light constructed-Agent AI who'd be willing to assist them with any questions as far as lodging, location, and transportation. "Welcome to The North Sector visitor, You are currently Montclair City, how may I assist you today?"
  15. THE_BULL

    [tfoc] reise, reise

    While the prince spoke, Dom's ears clung to every single syllable. In his mind plays the highlight reel of His past deeds, in other lands. These would have man labeling the name "The Bull" or "Proteus Rauz" as a brute in a class and world all of his own. Who's many eats of strength are what the greatest myths and tales consists of. He's felled creatures the size of mountains. Rewritten a maps take on the terrain of a region with his bare hands. Here and now, as Prince Viktus lays down the bare numbers in a forward unflinching manner, Proteus' intelligence, (Often overlooked) makes itself present in the form of a tactical epiphany, coincidentally it occurring at the conclusion of Viktus' dialogue and apparent inquiry. The entire time Proteus' gaze had adhered to the ground before him, and only once or twice did it take to the horizon to view the assets on display. The look he gave, not to Viktus but ahead at an army that had not yet amassed. In the direction of the great engagement that he visualized where the prince stormed onto a battle field that was ripe with victory for the taking----Because the right moves were made, and "The numbers were thinned......" Mouthed silently beneath his breath before he turned and looked down Viktus. "If I can promise you to put down at least 3/4 of their forces, before I myself may be possibly neutralized, would that be enough to put the numbers in your favor?" Proteus expected some look on the face of the prince. Nothing outwardly apparent or over the top---This man was Royalty after all, and a warrior in his own right. Still, it was a question that was sure to draw at least curiosity. In Proteus' mind, those very acts of legend sounded like they were exactly what was needed to soften up this large force. He never broke eye contact, "I've no intention to undermine any plans or strategy that you and the allies have and will come up with. If Im to be frank, it's best that im not included in them, only plan on setting me loose on your enemies, and I will do my absolute worse unto them..." Would Viktus permit the asset to play the role as a great lead in? So that the masses could be trimmed, and how? Well, it would have started as a sensation going hand an hand with the gesture Dominus had made. Extending his hand outward and spreading the digits out on those fingers as they could be. The hairs on the neck and arms of any in vicinity of him would and should stand on end. Could the prince feel it? (1) The increasing ionization? The arousal of electron dynamism and polarity shifts on a molecular level that causes the appearance of arcing energy. A growing cocktail, a mixture of ambient electromagnetic arousal and mysticism. His appearance was comparable to that of a 12' tall Tesla Coil of raw anima at this point, preceding eager finger tips that breach planar bounds, forcing open an aperture the likes of which sends ripples through the spatiotemporal fabrics around them. A short stay within a dimensional sleeve would have his hand retrieving the item of affection and intended use, the massive weapon of legend, a War Hammer as daunting in dimensions as he himself. Writhing with residual planar energy before becoming ensconced in the present dynamism, as it's wielder... "What say you prince Viktus?"
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