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| queen_gwenefiere | Jun 4 2006, 11:41 PM Post #11 |
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Doryan Watched the girl in his newest personality, one that emerged with the thrill of jumping from the window. They came quicker now, and there were MANY. This one also felt sorrow and watched as the girl breathed her last breath. His eyes looked to the other creature, and as they met with it's his gun flew from his hand, and soared up through the night air to his enemy. He was alarmed, but not terrified. Instead he spun and lifted the lifeless body of the girl an began his run once more. Turning to the building, he smashed through the screen door, of the firstfloor apartment, running through into the dining room. There was only one door and any entreyway, she he scooted through, careful not to smash the girls extremeties on either side. One hand under her shoulders and the other under her knees, he carried her through the apartement and out the door, to the stairs. He jogged down them, stable on hsi feet. His breath was ragged, by the time he reached the bottom but he kept going. The Door man was not around, so DOryan slipped through the door way and out into the cold night air. Turning west he ran up the street toward the inner city. More people, More likely to blend in. He wasn't sure what the thing that had been Mitchell was, but it wasen't the man he had known. For now he called off the revenge for the man, and only wanted to get away. An Idea sturck him though. Stopping at the side of the open street way, he held his hand high in the air for one of the cabs, that rode the low Lane. One saw hima nd stopped, dropping to the ground and hitting the open switch for the door. The heavy set man turned and eyeballed Doryan and the girl, but said nothing. "Can you take us to 142nd street? She fainted when I propesed to her, and The last thing she said was mother." She grinned meekly, Because the lie was far fetched, but it made his story more believeable. The driver mumbled something about pedofiles, but Doryan was too lost in thought to worry about it. The cab lifted once more into the air and headed from the building, gliding slowly throiugh the Low Lane, of traffic. |
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| Davyn | Jun 5 2006, 12:02 PM Post #12 |
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(( OOC: Didn't mean to sound accusing. I was only joking before. My apologies. )) Manticore was not pleased with this turn of events. The hunter now had Doryan's ancient firearm, but the man had taken off through the apartment below and was even now rushing down the stairs. But why was he going to the trouble of taking the dying girl with him? That was the part that didn't make sense. Any normal homicidal maniac---Manticore grinned inwardly at that---would have simply left her to die there on the balcony. Frankly, the hunter was surprised at Doryan's stamina. Grabbing onto the fire escape as he had done should have at least dislocated his shoulder. Manticore shrugged then stood to his full height ("his" being a slightly improper pronoun since none knew the gender of the hunter or if it even HAD a gender at all!), which was just under seven feet. Manticore knew there was no real reason to hurry. Doryan was hurt, if not mortally wounded, and the girl he was carrying would hinder his progress. Again, he wondered what Doryan wanted with her. Was he some kind of sick necrophile? Perhaps. The man's case file had indicated sporadic bouts of schizophrenia. Manticore was not fond of Maverick. Too often they botched an operation by sending in inexperienced agents. Who in their right mind would send in a girl who was still going through puberty?! But then again, Manticore was not one to be fond of ANY type of authority. He operated at his own pace and played by his own rules. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately?) he had his own morals in some regards as well. In this case, he didn't think it right that an entire family should be murdered for vengeance on something that had happened years ago. Likewise, it wasn't right for a young girl to pay for the mistakes of an imbalanced society. Honestly...who in their right mind would still use screen doors when the front ones were controlled by electronic locks? Why would a murderer use an antiquated handgun when particle evaporators could be readily found via black market suppliers? Manticore shook his head. Aronia was a strange world outside of Trevison; he had to keep reminding himself of that fact. Perhaps that could account for a lot of these inconsistencies. The hunter makes a few quick mental commands. Instantly, the magna-gun disappears in a slight flash of blue light. Simultaneously, the walls and foundations of the apartment complex disappear as if they simply were not there. X-ray mode, advanced to its fullest potential. Glancing downwards, Manticore could barely make out a figure staggering under the weight of something. That would be Doryan. He was heading west, towards downtown. Probably hoping to blend in with the crowd. Seriously, how would he blend in carrying a dying girl? The man was not thinking clearly. Manticore wondered if Doryan ever did. Not that any of this mattered. The hunter had long since acquired Doryan's DNA code. This unique system allowed the user to keep tabs on any specific individual within a five mile radius, provided that their genetic imprint was already downloaded in the Ethernet's database. Manticore's vision magnifies automatically, bypassing the dozens of buildings, lamps, and automobiles that were between him and his quarry. Thanks to the DNA tracer, Doryan's figure was silhouetted against the black backdrop in brilliant green. Manticore had better get going, however. Even now Doryan was hailing down a hovercab and could soon be out of range. Manticore switched the visor view back to normal night vision mode. A sub-screen in the upper right corner displayed a three-dimensional wireframe map of the city with a glowing green dot moving slowly through the downtown area. That would be Doryan. The hunter would have to be quick about this if he was to intercept the man. Another mental command begins changing the structure of Manticore's dark, angular armor. The cloak shrouding most of the features seems to shrink, rapidly being sucked up into two small clasps near the collar. Meanwhile, the "tail" of the helmet sharpens and elongates slightly so that it is now more of a fin. The rough edges of the shoulderpads and gauntlets seem to melt into the armor, giving it more of a streamlined look. On the back, twin humps start forming, emerging from the shoulderblades. Vents on the underside suggested that these were some sort of engines. And indeed, they were. Satisfied at the transformation into flight mode, Manticore activates the miniature ion drives, blasting off from the balcony and soaring into the night sky. A slight turn of the head adjusts his course so that he's following the route taken by the cabby. As he flies, he activates stealth mode as well. It wouldn't be very wise to allow hundreds of citizens to see a small comet shooting through the sky at such a low altitude, now would it? Fairly soon, Manticore has the specified hovercab in sight. It was cruising casually along only about 25 feet off of the ground in the "Low Lane". This next manuever would be slightly difficult and would require precise timing to pull off. If it went wrong, then the hunter would be squashed against the front of a random vehicle in a higher lane. Nothing fatal with this armor, of course, but highly embarrassing and time-consuming. Best to use the targeting computer once more. With that thought, a small reticule appears over the image of the cab, rotating slightly. Already aware of Manticore's intended manuever, the ion engines cut their power slightly and the hunter drops altitude, weaving expertly in between the higher levels of traffic. Had they been able to see him, Manticore felt sure that there would have been a few accidents. Once the hunter was a decent way ahead of the moving cab below, the engines cut completely and he begins to fall, doing a graceful front flip with a 180 degree twist. This in turn brought him plummeting towards the cab, facing it. Manticore's armor was even now converting back to its normal combat configuration. The stealth mode deactivates and the billowing cloak shoots out of the shoulder clasps, trailing behind and above rather dramatically. Now was the time for Manticore's last trick. By now the cabby would have surely seen him, but it would be too late for the poor man to try any manuevers to avoid the imminent impact. A mental command activates the suit's Density Augmentor. This had been a tricky piece of technology to develop, but it had been worth the efforts. By manipulating already existing atoms, the system could basically increase or decrease one's mass dramatically. The user would, of course, retain normal physical dimensions, but could become as heavy as an elephant or light as a feather at whim. Now, as the figure in the jetblack armor shot feetfirst at the hovercab's hood, it would be as if a two ton wrecking ball were slamming into the vehicle from above. The resulting impact would cause the vehicle to go flying into the air in a slow frontflip...hopefully doing minimal damage to the actual passengers. That was...if it hit. |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Jun 6 2006, 11:10 PM Post #13 |
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OOC: Alright, I have a couple more things regarding this thread. Sabre, Don't run away!!! Your still in this. You'll see.
And Davyn. Because Earth degenerated so much after it was destroyed, the technology is limited. You can make your character an import from another planet. Or something to that fashion. I like it, it's just too advanced for what Earth is. But I don't want you to get rid of it, cause your doing great. I will put up the link for earth in the next week. I'm putting it together, and I have no idea about Html so...Lol Yeah, it takes a while, plus I'm finishing the last touches to the history. But yeah, Earth is more or less like the seventies, but more advanced medical and defense. They live in huge clear buildings and there are oxygen factories. They are trying to bring the earth back to what it should be by doing things the earthly way, as to replenish it's trees and foliage. the Earth is considered god. So, Yeah, BUT there are still bad people there and still there is black market trade and smuggling. SO it still makes sense for such a creature to be there. You have to have your good with your bad. But Lol yeah! Here's the post.IC:Doryan took a deep breath once in the cab. He proped the girl up to his left, her head against his shoulder. She looked peaceful even though she no longer breathed, that would not be for long though, that is, if they got away. He had little hope for his life still being enstated by the next morning. He decided he wouldn't give his other personalities an awnser, kinda like not counting your chickens before they're hatched. Leaning back against the fake leather seats, he closed his eyes. behind his eyes was not so peaceful though. This personality, which called himself Ryan, was ashamed of killing the family he had, and wanted somehow to make it up to the girl. The driver switched on some low music, the hum was quiet and the beep of the other cars could be heard through the thick metal of the vehicle. Tony (Said Driver) Maneuvered the bulky Cab through the low lane, looking back every once in a while at the odd couple in the back seat. It gave him an eerie feeling, which he took seriously. Keeping at a slow speed, he drove along, heading uptown to the street the man had asked him to bring them to. Something caught his ear, as he moved through the intersection of 103rd street and Silex Avenue. A whine coming up from behind him turned his head in a jaring fashion in time to see the thing hit. The Loud Vrooom of the car, spinning wrongly came as the thing hit the rear end of the car. The front end flipped to face the sky, but Tony took control. Hitting the accelerator, the car unhooked from the creature or what ever it was that had hit, he thought it was a bomb, and flew up through the center and high lanes, all the way up through the buildings before he gained control of it and brought it back to an upright position. He was out of breath and freaked out. Doryan clung to the girl as the car careened out of control and then was brought back to normal in the matter of about 30 seconds. Breathing hard and clutching the seat, Doryan stared into the rear-view mirror at the driver, who looked as bewildered as he. "I dun'o wha' happen rite there, But I Sho' dun Like it ah bit!" He sounded extremely shaken, and his accent came to him where it had not been before. Doryan nodded and peered behind, looking for the thing they had encountered before. Just as he thought, it was still ensuite. He couldn't see it though, he figured to be somewhere below them. His stomach hurt and was bleeding now through his jacket, which was what had made the ploy to the driver, so very believable. His agony was spreading up his ribs though. He knew it wouldn't be much longer before he lost t, and everything he now had planned. "Just Bring the car to the Hova. to the nearest landing port and let me off, You'll be safer." He spoke calmly to the man, though his eyes said different. As coincedence had it, there was a port on a lower building just to the left of them, the building they had almost hit, as they shot eight stories into the air. The car came to a smooth stop on the roof and Doryan hopped from the door, lifting the girl, though his pain threatened to take his conciousness, and turning to run to the roof door, and down into the lower levels of the building. The creature was a bit different to him, it was strangely advanced for Trevisan, or even Earth in that sense. Knowing how Aronia was, he assumed it came from another world, probably or the uses of the higher up. This fretted him a little. He knew politics a little and trafficing from other planets was not a good business to be in. |
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| Davyn | Jun 7 2006, 05:12 PM Post #14 |
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(( OOC: Whoa, back up the holy revival truck here! You assume so much about poor Manticore! First of all, this character's very existence is a mystery in and of itself so details of where it came from shall remain shaky until such time as they are relevant. Suffice it to say that it is not from the Earth of which you speak, but it DOES have a link with human history. Second, I mentioned that Mitchell had been on the Earth of Lextain. Whether this is the same seventies-ish realm you speak of, I'm not sure, but you indicated that travel between this said realm and Aronia was possible; I merely filled in some technological gaps to support this system of transport. Not once have I inferred that the technology that Manticore uses is Earth-based in the slightest. Also, not to sound to picky, but Manticore was aiming for the hood of the hovercab...not the trunk. An impact at such a crucial point would not only incapacitate the vehicle, but it would send it flying over Manticore's head in a slow FRONTflip instead of a BACKflip. [Watch "Hellboy" for a superb demonstration of just such an act!] However, even with a targeting computer lock, Manticore's suit is subject to error, so I'll go with your post so that you don't have to redo it or anything. Besides, I kinda like the pursuit. Still...the entire backside of the hovercab would be completely trashed. Two ton wrecking balls tend to do that. ^_~ )) In a split second, things go completely wrong. That would be putting it lightly, of course. Manticore could see the frightened face of the cabby as the man saw his falling shape plummeting out of the sky. The cab driver panics, slamming on the airbrakes to the vehicle, causing the cab to spin forwards in a sharp 180 degree turn. Manticore's feet impact...but the point of impact was now the rear of the vehicle instead of the hood! He curses in his native tongue. As the hovercab goes into a slow backflip, the hunter slams heavily into the asphalt below, shaking the ground for at least half a block and leaving an enormous crater in the road. Chunks of pavement fly up and strike the undercarriages of several other low-flying hover vehicles as they swerve and collide above. So much for subtlety. Now where was that--- Manticore glances upwards. There it was! Blast! The cab was still somehow functional and the driver had taken advantage of the ninety-degree tilt to shoot straight up into the air through several lanes of traffic. Manticore had to hand it to the cabby. It was a pretty gutsy manuever; he was pulling at least several gees. If the occupants of the cab did not pass out, they would at least throw up or feel queasy. A subscreen continues to track Doryan's position as the cab fades from the hunter's visual and parks on a rooftop high above. Now Doryan was inside the building, seemingly descending a stairwell. Manticore sighed to himself. This man was almost too much trouble to pursue. Still, the reward for his capture alive was sizable. That and he was apparently still carrying the girl with him...and Manticore wanted to find out why. All too soon, however, flashing red and blue lights appeared at opposite intersections of the street, bearing down on the hunter's position. Several patrons of the local bars and night clubs were already milling about the area, shouting out exclamations of surprise and pointing at the strange figure standing in the crater. Great. This was the last thing he needed. Publicity. "YOU THERE! PUT YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD AND DON'T MOVE!" The voice had come from one of the hovering squad cars, booming through a megaphone. Manticore knew a little of Earth's ancient history and its judicial system. Variants of such policies were still apparent in human culture in the known galaxy. But evidently the Miranda Rights had been abolished or forgotten here in Trevison. Not that Manticore cared. He had no intention of "surrendering peaceably". Instead, as the three squad cars circle slowly like sharks, the hunter re-stabilizes his mass to normal proportions. The targeting computer was working overtime, scanning the dozens of humans surrounding the area, as well as vehicles, lamps, and buildings, trying to assess possible threats. None were readily apparent. Manticore smiles beneath the cyclopsian eye lens. Several officers in riot gear exit the squad carts, drawing their pistols and aiming at Manticore. None of them really knew what to make of this spectacle. They had never seen anything like this within the boundaries of Trevison. Mostly, they dealt with domestic cases and the occasional suicide attempt. That was as exciting as it got. The pistols they carried fired bright pulses of light that would stun any normal humanoid's nervous system, rendering them temporarily unconscious. There were higher settings that could be used to effectively fry the target's brain completely, but the use of these settings was banned except in extreme scenarios. Several of the officers' trigger fingers twitched nervously as they hunkered behind the opened doors of the cruisers. The...thing before them seemed humanoid. But how could it have made a crater that big and survived?!! Manticore turns in a slow circle to take in the officers surrounding him. Imbeciles. They were interfering with the operation. Probably just wanted to show some bravado. Very well. He would let them have their fun. Doryan couldn't get that far in such a short time, anyway. Not by using the stairs! The man with the megaphone---a Sergeant, it would seem---addresses him again: "I said DON'T MOVE! Now put your hands above your head where we can see them!" Instead, Manticore turns to face the man. The bloodred "eye" of the helmet seems to glow momentarily brighter and the Sergeant swallows the lump forming in his throat. Then the figure started approaching the Sergeant, walking at a calm, leisurely pace. The Sergeant, in a panic, shouts the order: "OPEN FIRE!!!" From all around the perimeter, dozens and dozens of pulse blasts issue forth. Nearly every single one impacts with the mysterious figure before them. Where they hit the billowing cloak, small smoking holes appear. However, none of this seems to have any effect! The blue charges simply wash over Manticore's body armor like so much water. Indeed, as the officers stared in disbelief, the holes in the cloak begin to automatically seal themselves! What sort of material WAS that?! Manticore stops momentarily and glances at his right shoulder, then reaches up and pretends to brush off some dust. Then, shrugging slightly, he continues onward towards the Sergeant, who was now terrified. The hunter's armor was still steaming slightly from the pulse blasts and the effect was made all the more intimidating by the streetlights behind him. He stops directly in front of the Sergeant and a small flash of blue light can barely be seen coming from the hunter's right hand. Then, Manticore speaks to the Sergeant, the voice coming through the electronic filter sounding harsh, mechanical, and inhuman: "You do a good job of protecting your city from threats...Sergeant." The tone was definitely accusing and laced with sarcasm. "Keeping the murderers and wackos off of the streets is a VERY high priority for your precinct, I'm sure. I have a gift for you..." Here, Manticore reaches out and grabs the Sergeant's flaccid arm. He places an odd device in the officer's palm. It was a small black sphere, no bigger than a tennis ball. The Sergeant blinks, his gaze darting between the figure before him and the ball he now held in his hand. Finally, he finds his voice, "Wh-what's it do?" Manticore laughs, a very odd sound coming through the voice filter, "You'll find out soon enough. Goodbye, Sergeant. Keep up the good work." So saying, Manticore turns about and walks towards the crater once more. As he does so, the features of his body armor seem to shift once more from angular to streamlined, the cloak receding into the chest clasps. Many observers murmur amongst themselves. The figure was slimmer than they had expected. The Sergeant, regaining some of his courage, shouts out, "Don't think you can just walk away like that, Mister! I dunno who or what the freak you are, but you won't get away with this!" Manticore smiles under his helmet, "And what crime have I committed, officer?" The Sergeant, nonplussed, replies, "Destruction of private and public property, for starters!" Manticore shrugs, "Ooops...guess I forgot to get a construction permit." "You've got a really smart mouth, pal! I'm not gonna forget this!" "Oh, I'm afraid you will, Sergeant. Pity." As if on cue, a brilliant blue flash explodes from the small sphere that the Sergeant was holding, engulfing the entire city block. Anyone who was watching would have the past ten minutes of their lives isolated and contained in a section of their brains that was locked from all conscious throughts and replaced by images that had been prefabricated by the Ethernet's computer. They would come to in about five minutes thinking that the crater had been caused by an out of control hoverbus that had crashed. With everyone else unconscious, it was a simple matter of finding such a vehicle, increasing his mass, and dragging it to the site of the impact. There. Elegantly handled, if he said so himself. Now to find Doryan. About ten minutes had elapsed. By now the man could have reached the ground floor or even been on his way out of the building. It would be best not to let him wander too far. 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Blizzard Exec #1: I don't have a World of Warcraft account! Do you? Blizzard Exec #2: No...*sigh* I have a life. Randy Marsh: Give me the sword! I have a Warcraft account. I'm a newb, but I may be able to get it to Stan in time. Blizzard Exec #1: A newb! We can't trust the Sword of A Thousand Truths to a newb! Randy Marsh: It sounds to me like you have no choice! --South Park | |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Jun 7 2006, 05:50 PM Post #15 |
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OOC: Alrighty. And make sure with Amy if it's alright to have a portal. I initialy was misinterrpreting what Lextain was. SO Just give her a shout and ask her about it. Sorry for the mess ups. I just like it to be a nice long rp, Lol and try to keep it going in any way I can. Pick up the little things that matter to use. Lol But yeah, Sabre!!!!!! Your coming back!!!! I know it's rushed, but Heck, It's there. Doryan took the stairs three and four at a time, getting to the bottom of the building in a little under five minutes. Turning away from the loby at the bottom floor, he headed to the back, knocking several people out of the way. Atop it all, he was now starting to bleed worse, rather than less, and small drops wre falling from the edge of his coat. Still carring the goirl, he slammed througha couple more doors, and into the kitchen area of what he now presumed the place to be, hotel. He made it through, only knocking one platter of food over, and disrupting the chefs only a little with the girls bouncing feet over their heads. Once through the kitchen and into the store room, he found the back exit and threw it open, rushing out into the evening air. Running down the alley way, he headed north now, up the street to his apartment. He could not keep running around carring a dead girl, plus, it was getting too late to be able to bring her back. COming out of the alley way, he sprinted up the sidewalk at the side of the street, the sound of his feet on the concrete almost comforting. He could feel himself weakening, and it scared him. Finaly coming to the building, he hit the buzzer and punched in his number. He had to do it twice, as the first time, he shook so bad that he hit two out of five numbers wrong. It finaly gave way and he pushed through. The lobby was empty, as to be expected for such a run down apartment building. He had rented it a couple of days before with no plan of staying, he just had work to do. His floor was the third, which he rushed up to, hitting his number once more into his door, and going through into the building. The place was made of five foot thick concrete and metal, It wouldn't be so easy for the thing to find him now. At this point he was for sure that it Wasn't Mitchell. In fact, he had forgotten why he was even mad at mitchell in the first place. Heading into his living quarters, Doryan, or Ryan brought the birl to rest in the center of the room. A large pentacle was drawn out, candles and incense in place. He had had a feeling before that something would happen. He knew he had to be ready, and now thanked his lucky stars for what little information they did give him. Grabbing up his lighter, he lit the candles and made sure he did not break the sand that composed the alter. Mumbling hasily to himself, he moved now away from her lifting the things he would need for the ressurection. A small cage holding a rat, a chalice a knife and several kinds of herbs. Setting it all inside the cirlce, he stood, and shakily cast the circle, his heart lifting, and his pain lessening as he began the embrace of his magick. He was not so weak as all of them seemed to think. He called them 'Them ' for a reason. They were mean, evil hatefulk selfish people, and he hated 'Them'. Grinning insanely, he began the rite. "To ye I call, Great ones, of life and death, of good and bad, of white and black. I call to you with lungs of fire and lips of truth. Come to me and visit, come to me and give this One life once more!" The air about him thickened as he spoke, his words, which poured from hsi lips, now poured from his very energy. The world shifted, and hazed as he absorbed and gave the energy that he was granted. His gift of Life. He was a prophet of fate, he felt. This though was unlike any of the small animals he had once reinstated the life into. The words went on, the magick building around him, and her, through both of them, tugging at his spirit. At the Climax of the spell, her cut the juggular of the rat and let it pour into the chalice, which he lifted to his lips and drank. No sooner did it touch his innards than did he lapse, falling up into the world to which she had passed. He saw the screaming frightened faces of the passing, those that were sitting and waiting to pass, or so newly passed that they had not yet found their way to the other side. His eyes moved through the crowd in a panic and he finaly saw her. She was standing alone, and looked betrayed. Moving to her, He took her hand and knelt before her. He had to make it quick and precise or he would never live. Ryan saw her as a guide and would not let her go. He was too afraid and somehow, he couldn't believe he was dong it. "I know not your name, but I want to help you, I was he who took your life,m so it is I who shall give it back. Please, Trust me and return to the world where you belong." She spoke softly and pleadingly to her, holding his hand out across the gap to her. She was beginning to fade and pass. He saw that maybe it ws too late. He hoped with all of his mortality that she would take his hand and they would be back in the apartment, alive and ready to run. |
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| Davyn | Jun 7 2006, 09:32 PM Post #16 |
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There would be no more running. Quite frankly, Manticore was getting tired of this game of cat and mouse. As the hunter shot through the air at near supersonic speeds, dodging the high rises that loomed in his path, the DNA tracer indicated that Doryan had stopped moving. A quick cross-reference with the residential directory confirmed what Manticore had already suspected: Doryan had taken the girl to his temporary residence. All too predictable. As the hunter nears the apartment complex where Doryan was staying, he cuts the ion drives to a low burn and coasts in for a smooth landing on the rooftop. Immediately, the engines disappear as the body armor resumes its natural configuration once more. Manticore pauses for several moments, assessing the situation. According to the readouts scrolling by on a small subscreen within his visor, Doryan and the girl were two stories below him. The building was not that big and quite run-down considering how well-kept the Carpenters' apartment complex had been. Another quick mental command brings up a screen with readouts on the target subjects below. The floors of concrete, insulation, and electrical wiring hardly hindered Manticore's scanners. He frowned at what he was seeing. Doryan had a gunshot wound located somewhere in the abdomen and the girl had suffered major head trauma as well as a broken back. Her life force was fading rapidly, but she was not beyond saving. That is...IF he could get to her in time. Manticore glances around, searching for a rooftop entrance. Sure, he could simply smash through the floors with a concentrated sonic burst...but that definitely lacked finesse and if it didn't cause Doryan to run again, then the hunter still ran the risk of the rubble further injuring the girl. Ah...there. A stairwell. Manticore reaches it in two quick strides and tugs on the handle. Locked. Hmm...not electronic. Figured. With a simple flick of the wrist, a two foot long blade of pure plasmic energy lances out from the hunter's arm. Another flick of the wrist severed the lock completely and the blade extinguished. Manticore pushes through, treading lightly as he makes his way downward. Then he felt it. Or rather...his suit's sensors started going haywire. Manticore cursed lightly under his breath. These readings weren't unfamiliar to the hunter. He had seen similar patterns on several occasions. But these patterns had always been in the same place: the planet Aronia. Someone was performing magic. Perfect. Magic was the one force that could sometimes override the superior technology of the hunter's suit and weapons. Those who used it were usually the ignorant ones who had little to no concept of its true nature or purpose. Why it existed here in Aronia and had not manifested itself elsewhere in the known universe remained to be answered... Several standard years ago, after the second encounter with this so-called "magic", Manticore had decided to further research the phenomenon. Using the captured readings from these two encounters, he had formed a loose hypothesis. And that was this: "Magic", as it was called, was little more than highly advanced science that was utilized by people who did not understand its nature. Hence why most found it to be fantastical and all-powerful. Yet if this theory were true, then even the most potent of magics would have its limit. Gods, demons, and the like COULD just be highly evolved species. Who knew? Furthermore, such phenomenon could be analyzed and reproduced under the proper circumstances. Manticore was well versed in the physical and applied sciences. And even though he was far from being able to create "magic" in the "natural" way that some did, further analysis should prove to be helpful...if not in replicating such sciences, then at least in finding ways to counter them. As it was, Manticore had come to the understanding that there were two fundamental forces that were eternally striving with each other. One was Light. The other was Dark. Good and Evil, Yin and Yang. He was unsure of WHY they had to co-exist...but one seemed to cancel out the other. He had had limited success in replicating these energies; the actual harmonics to attune the weapons were still in the prototype phase. Now, glancing at the energy readings, he was sure they were Dark. According to local customs, few in the city of Trevison actually used magic on a daily basis. Indeed, as he focused his auditory receptors, the hunter could barely pick out the mumbled words of the invoker. It was Doryan. This came as somewhat of a surprise to Manticore, seeing as the man had reportedly been raised in a non-magical society. Listening more carefully as he continued to make his way down the stairs, Manticore frowns. A cleaning lady passed and glanced up casually, then did a double take---but nothing was there the second time. She frowned, shrugged, then continued on down the hall. That had been close, Manticore thought, as the stealth mode slipped away. He continues on down the hall to what could only be Doryan's apartment. The door was closed and locked and the walls consisted of five feet of concrete and steel rebar! What in the world? The apartment had to be a shoebox! Was Doryan really so naive as to think that any amount of construction could protect him from a predator like Manticore? The thing about electronic locks with numerical sequences was...they were electronic. The Ethernet that controlled Manticore's suit simply finds the frequency of the lock, then begins cycling through the random patterns at a rate of one thousand per second. Not surprisingly, the lock opens with a soft chime after a mere five seconds. A medium-sized handgun appears suddenly in the hunter's right hand in a flash of bright blue light. It was a simple dart launcher that injected the target with a neurotoxin that invoked sleep almost immediately. As an added bonus, the target would wake up with temporary amnesia. The effects ranged from one hour to an entire day. Manticore boots open the door. It slams against the doorstop and the hunter sweeps into the room, taking in the sights. It was appalling. The lights were off and Doryan was kneeling at the foot of a giant black pentagram made of sand. Dozens of candles illuminated the room and the girl from Maverick was laying there in the middle of the crude "altar". Doryan himself seemed to be in some sort of trance. A dead rat was lying on the floor next to him and there was a trail of blood leaking out the side of Doryan's mouth. It was enough to make Manticore want to hurl. The girl, meanwhile, was barely breathing. Her life would slip at any minute. Manticore could save her...but first it would be best to take Doryan out of the picture. He raises the dart launcher and aims it at Doryan's jugular vein, then pulls the trigger. At a range of only five feet and with his target in a trance-like state, there was little chance of the dart missing its mark. |
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| LadySabre | Jun 8 2006, 09:20 AM Post #17 |
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Nikita laughed happily as she frolicked throughout the Maverick compound. She'd lived there ever since birth as both of her parents were Mavericks as well. Call it a family business. As a child of six, the compound was a huge playground to Nikita and she enjoyed every minute of mischief she made. Upon reaching the end of a hall - the same hall she'd run down for as long as she could remember - she noticed a door that she'd never seen before. Frowning, she moved towards it quickly and with a naive fearlessness. Her hand reached the keypad, but little light at the top was already glowing green. With a mischievous grin, she pushed down the handle and slipped inside. Nikita's eyes flew open. Was she dead? Yes. Yes, she was. But there were so many other people around her. They seemed to be as solid as she. Holding her hand out, she watched as it passed right through that person's ethereal form. Yes. Definitely dead. The crowd of ethereal people began moving all in one direction, but Nikita refused. She couldn't be dead. Not now. Not in her most important mission of all time. Like a small child, she pouted, rooted in place while the others continued to slowly float away. Perhaps it was fate that kept her there. Fear was the more logical choice to a teenage girl who'd been trained all her life that she could get out of any predicament so long as she used her common sense. Fate and Maverick were two words that were never used in the same sentence, let alone the same topic. A form directly in front of her caught Nikita's attention. He had a different aura about him than all the other dead souls, but she could still see that it was Doryan. Had he died from the fall, too? But he'd caught onto something... hadn't he? His words - words! - shocked her. It seemed as if it had been ages since she'd heard spoken words. What he said to her shocked her even more. He was trying to save her. Perhaps she wasn't dead after all! Without thinking, she began to run forwards, only to find that as an ethereal being, her running was as fast as the other ethereal forms' floating. Doryan was getting hazy, but she could still get to him in time. As she began to get closer, aspects of his surroundings started to get clearer for her. Yes! She would make it! Soundlessly, something knocked down what seemed would be a door, but it was all in slow motion. Fear lashed throughout Nikita's entire being. As the figure pulled out a weapon, Nikita changed course. If it hit Doryan, her chances of living were gone. Despite the fact that he was her mission, she figured her life was more important - as a Maverick, she would never get this chance again. Her arm swung out as the dart got closer. Her fingers grasped it and she quickly turned back to Doryan. Only a foot away now. He was beginning to get really fuzzy, but she continued forwards. At last, her fingers brushed his. Not enough. One more step and she was able to grasp his hand firmly. A shock blasted through her body and her eyes flew open. The room was lit dimly, but even the light from the candles bugged her eyes for a moment. Shaking her head slowly, lightly, she took a look around her. Where was she? A familiar form sat in front of her, blood dripping from his mouth. She almost gasped and skuttled back in fear, when memories of the ethereal realm flashed back into her mind. Rolling onto her stomach, she cringed in pain, but it had been enough to allow her to see that the other figure was still in the room. Grunting, she tried moving to her feet, but found she would have to move to her knees first. It took her a few seconds longer than usual, but she finally managed to get up into a kneeling position. Holding up her hand, she opened it so that the figure could see the dart that she held. Her body still glowed with a faint white aura, but she was as solid as any other person here in this plane of the living. Her face remained stony, almost reprimanding (somewhat shocking coming from a 15 year old), but she was pissed. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| LadySabre | Jun 8 2006, 11:28 PM Post #18 |
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OOC: She does not have Jedi-like powers. It was not her unconscious body, but rather her, I guess, soul which was supposed to be going with the rest of the "dead souls" to "heaven or hell". Not a ghost, not a physical person. And everything was in slow-motion, which I mentioned multiple times in the post. >>Without thinking, she began to run forwards, only to find that as an ethereal being, her running was as fast as the other ethereal forms' floating.<< 6th paragraph >>Soundlessly, something knocked down what seemed would be a door, but it was all in slow motion.<< also 6th paragraph I know I said "quickly" when I said she turned back to Doryan but 1) I'm human and make mistakes and 2) I figured since I'd said everything was moving slowly anyways, it would make sense to people. Anyhoo... She was "resurrected" in the same position she was laid down in (on her back on the floor is what I presumed) hence the rolling around and slowly getting to her knees. I'm not making her super human. She just got brought back to life after her spine got snapped and probably her neck, too. While those seem to be okay now, I don't think she's going to be able to just jump right up and start doing somersaults. But I've never been resurrected, so it's really just my interpretation of what would happen. This is to everyone -- To be honest with you all, I'm more of a fantasy role-player. I'm still really new at sci-fi. (Alain can vouch for that. lol.) So if I make mistakes, please let me know and I can go back and change or delete anything I do. If I'm so attached to something I write that's incorrect or doesn't flow well with the storyline or the other players, I'll make sure I save it for later for my own personal use and get rid of it. I've done it before and I'm happy to do it again. (I'm going to post this in the general announcements area, too, just so that it really gets to everyone. :D) ~Halley a.k.a. Sabre |
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| queen_gwenefiere | Jun 9 2006, 02:22 PM Post #19 |
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OOC: I believe the best way to explain the situation with the dart, is that DOryan believes it will kill him...I don't know why...*chuckles* But he does. So fast moving actions that will save him from that Seemingly deadly dart, is his top priority. No, God Moding is not our friend. I can't stand it myself. I guss it is probably becxause we are such high key rpers, that this is what we get. *grins* The reason, i would say, for Doryan to be dodging quite a deal, is because that is what he knows. Ever since he was younge. I have little hope for him anyways. Lol I'm not sure how long I will let him live.....Until I bring in better character anyways. Plus, I like the twist with Nikita. Bring her to my side. Lol, then it will break off and there will be three seperate plugs in this one socket....Hopefuly, there will not be an 'electircal overload'. DO not take me to mean that I am upset, I just want to be sure everyone is happy and comfortable in whichever thread they are in. It is difficult to convey true thoughts here, as it is emotionless and cold...Lol I run on details myself. But anyways...here is the anticipated posty...lol Not sure is Sabre had a gun, but if she did...Doryan has it now. IC: SIckness rose in his stomach, as he slipped back through into the physical world, still feeling the slightly metallic energy flowing through his nerves. He heard the clap of the girls palm as she grabbed the dart from behind him, sparing his life once more. Though he could see the delay, she made it to her feet. The world still moved slightly slow for him, it lapsed within the second though and he too rose, to peer at the creature who seemed to want his head on a platter. Doryan was not entirely aware of the bounty out for him, only hat he was a wanted man. He still feared the girl some, She had been the first to point a gun at him that day, more than likely, not the last. With his back, to the long panel of windows that lined the outer wall of his apartment, he peered quickly over his shoulder, out into the light of the city in the evening. Electirc lights cast large halos over them, lighting the world for their convenience. Cars floated by, as well as people bundled up on their hovabords. He had mind to take the two of them from the windows again, but did not want to risk going back to death, to save her ass. He wondered in fact, wether or not she was even going to take his side. He almost figured not. Looking besidehimself, down at her, (Doryan was an alarmingly tall man, with dark features) He noticed the holster on her hip and grinned. With lightening fast speed, his nimble hands found the gun and whipped it free. it came around in a blurr of fire, empting the clip into the walls. It was obvious, after the Taxi incident, that this thing couldn't be shot, but he was sure it could be blinded by the dust and smoke. Grabbing her, in the second he was afforded, he whipped her sideways with him and down the hall way, and farther into the apartment. DOryan knw she wnated to stanbd up to the creature, but he knew that was a bad idea. After drinking rats blood, the little shit, wasn't gonna die! He wouldn't let her. The end of the Short hall way came much too quick, ripping open the end left door, he peered out into the apartment building's main hall, and pushed her through. Before she could take off though, he spoke calm. ALmost as if he had just came out of the bath, slow and precise. "Go to Lexianna at the Purple Goat, down in Myers Square. Tell her Doryan sent you. She owes me a favor and I mean to have it filled. She will know what to do. But GO! Unless you want to die again!" Slamming the door behind her, he kept her gun, the clip jutting in a slight curve down from the butt of the gun. It wouldn't do much, but it would bide him some time. Turning to face the creature that he now felt was his mortal enemy. Carpenter was forgotten, as if he had never been there. There was a fire in his eye and in his hand, but only one made the difference. |
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| Davyn | Jun 15 2006, 07:29 PM Post #20 |
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Manticore paid little to no heed to either "fire", however. The events of the past fifteen seconds seemed to pass in a blur and the hunter was not sure exactly what had happened. A quick glance at the statistics subscreen within his visor clarified, though. The scrolling data indicated that the dart had been suddenly halted by...the girl? What in the galaxy?! How had she managed to move so fast? It was beyond reason! Yet there it was. The data, as well as a visual recording were now stored in the Ethernet. The hunter would be sure to review the manuever once Doryan was successfully captured. Such mistakes could not afford to be made in the future. Manticore simply watches with mild amusement as Doryan snatches the girl's weapon away. They still used projectile weapons at Maverick? Cute. No wonder they botched so many jobs. As the rounds slam into the drywall and plaster, the room quickly becomes blanketed in a haze of dust. The hunter doesn't even bother to dodge. Indeed, half a dozen bullets had already hit him and ricocheted off at odd angles. What was Doryan trying to accomplish here? A distraction? Hardly. Manticore's optical receptor had over two dozen different viewing options and functions. They switched to the optimal configuration automatically, depending on the situation. Here, it was simple enough to switch to full night vision. Manticore could still make out his target along with the girl beside him. The only thing Doryan had accomplished was to waste a good third of the clip, as well as redecorating his apartment and alerting the other tenants. Yet despite the fact that Manticore was standing there blocking the only viable escape from the tiny apartment, sans the windows (( *coughcough* )), the weasel of a man had somehow slipped past the hunter's guard and into the hallway beyond. Much of the dust from the drywall was billowing out into the hallway, obscuring the view of whoever else happened to be poking their noses out of their apartments. Not surprisingly, a loud and angry female voice could be heard shouting from below. Manticore's superior aural sensors were picking up footfalls heading up the stairs. They also were picking up Doryan's instructions to the girl. Manticore's smirk went unseen beneath the jetblack helmet. Was he trying to protect a girl who was sent to apprehend him? Did he really expect her to follow these given instructions? It was a laughable concept. Unless that dark magic had tainted the girl's mind... Manticore would take no chances. A mental command opens a comm channel. The hunter's voice and the incoming transmission would be heard only by the respective parties. "Paradox, come in. Did you catch that?" A sarcastic-sounding feminine voice answers privately, "Of course I did. You think I'm deaf?" Manticore sighs. He would have to have a look at Paradox's personality files later to see if that could be corrected. Apparently artificial intelligence did not neccessarily include manners. He ignored the quip for now, "I need you to send a holo-sphere to these approximate coordinates...and fast. If this girl is under some kind of mind control, then I don't want her getting away. She'll need to be treated if that's the case. Can you handle it?" "I'll do what I can. Even at Mach 5, the sphere will take several minutes to get there." "Very well. If she's gone before you arrive, then follow her to the best of your abilities." "You're the boss, boss. Paradox out." Then the connection cut. That computer was taking quite a few liberties. Oh well. At least she was loyal. Manticore would never trust any other being to function in Paradox's stead. He wasn't exactly the trusting type. The footfalls coming up the stairs were drawing closer now. The landlady---presumably---was at the door now. A quick mental command from the hunter sends a signal out that jams all the locks to the doors on this floor. The apartment complex may have been rundown, but not so much that any of the doors still used ancient tumbler-style mechanisms. They were all electronic. Thus, not only did Manticore prevent the tenants and landlady from witnessing what was going on...he also cut off any possible escape route that Doryan may have tried to take. There was an elevator, of course...but it was far on the other end of the hall. Unless there was a window directly behind Doryan, he would be boxed in with the hunter in front of him. No escaping this time. Dust from the drywall still engulfed most of the hallway, making it hazy and blurred to the naked eye. Manticore steps out nonchalantly. There is a small blue flash within the cloud of dirt and dust as the hunter's dart launcher disappears...only to be replaced by yet another weapon in his seemingly limitless arsenal. If the girl had still been retaining the dart she'd caught, she would find that it had disappeared, too. Manticore didn't mind too much about property damages...but his actual presence was something that must be kept out of the open. At least for now. A shape moves within the haze...a shadow within a shadow. As it approaches Doryan, the form becomes clearer until it is humanoid. Still somewhat obscured, glowing bloodred lines suddenly appear on the silhouette, conforming to the contours of the hunter's body armor. The effect is quite imposing, even bordering on mystical. An arm raises as the hunter takes aim. Directly for Doryan's head. Manticore takes two more steps, emerging from the dust cloud. The weapon trained on his quarry was loaded with what appeared to be an eight inch spike. Before Doryan has time to react, Manticore squeezes the trigger. Propelled with a magnetic force, the deadly projectile launches at an alarming rate from the weapon! THUNK!!! ...and buries itself deep in the cement wall behind Doryan, coming within half an inch of the man's left ear. The aim had been slightly off! Now it was apparent that this particular weapon was some sort of harpoon launcher. A sturdy tow cable was attatched to the sharpened tip and was even now still reverberating from the impact. Manticore's bloodred "eye" seems to glow slightly brighter. "Oops. I missed." Yet even as he says this, the hunter takes a step forward, grabbing the tow cable with his left hand and giving a violent tug. The enhanced servo motors of the armor magnify his natural strength, adding extra force to the motion. Immediately, a two foot wide chunk of concrete tears free from the wall at an alarming rate! It was only three feet from the back of Doryan's skull. If Doryan ducked, Manticore would simply tug the cord at the appropriate angle and gravity would take care of the rest. Any successful impact would render the man unconscious. In the unlikely event that the concrete hit any other part of Doryan...well...Manticore was blocking any escape fervently. The man had virtually no chance of slipping by again. |
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And Davyn. Because Earth degenerated so much after it was destroyed, the technology is limited. You can make your character an import from another planet. Or something to that fashion. I like it, it's just too advanced for what Earth is. But I don't want you to get rid of it, cause your doing great. I will put up the link for earth in the next week. I'm putting it together, and I have no idea about Html so...Lol Yeah, it takes a while, plus I'm finishing the last touches to the history. But yeah, Earth is more or less like the seventies, but more advanced medical and defense. They live in huge clear buildings and there are oxygen factories. They are trying to bring the earth back to what it should be by doing things the earthly way, as to replenish it's trees and foliage. the Earth is considered god. So, Yeah, BUT there are still bad people there and still there is black market trade and smuggling. SO it still makes sense for such a creature to be there. You have to have your good with your bad. But Lol yeah! Here's the post.

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