Hell or High Water (Remix)

Welcome to Neo Babylon, where knowledge is power!

Our forum caters to a wide variety of tastes, from gaming to RPing to arts and entertainment. If you're looking for a place to hang out and discuss your hobbies with like minded individuals, then look no further, you've come to the right place. When registering, don't forget to read the rules and be mindful of your behaviour. Now go out there and have fun!

Join our community!

If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Pages:
1
2
3

Hell or High Water (Remix); Yeah, I said remix.
Tweet Topic Started: Mar 11 2013, 09:12 AM (1,198 Views)
Arcana Fang	Mar 11 2013, 09:12 AM Post #1
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Hell or High Water *Prologue* In the beginning, there was only the Creator. An omnipotent being with limitless power and magnitude with no past, for the Creator simply has existed before and during the creation of time. Now, you may hear different stories about how the Creator made our planet Earth, and more importantly how he made us humans, but what I’m about to tell you is how he made his first creation in his own image, the angel. The angel can go by many names and can fit many different shapes or forms, but mostly resembles a human being with wings sprouting forth from their back. The first angel, made in the Creator’s image, was named Satan. He was the perfect being next to the Creator himself. He was beautiful, strong, wise, and full of free will. The Creator made Satan to lead the other angels, and in doing so, made his servants. The angels were made to serve the Creator and do his bidding. They were faithful creations and worked hard to please the Creator and to worship him, especially Satan. He made it his own personal goal to be as he was made to be: a leader for the angels. However, in crafting something as perfect as Satan, the Creator placed full faith in Satan’s conscious and free will. This would be where the mighty Satan would fall. During the eternity that lasted before time began, Satan began to question the Creator and his own servitude to him. Satan, being perfect in nearly every way when compared to his master, was certainly capable of taking the reins from the Creator and running the universe his own way. This would mark the beginning of the Tragic Fall. Although he had natural leadership over his fellow angels, Satan could only sway a third of his brethren towards his cause. He kept this pact secret however, as to draw attention to the Creator would be his undoing… During this time of treason and treachery, the Creator had made the world we now know as our home, and presented it to Satan. Although the Creator would rule over the universe, he wanted Satan to hold dominion over Earth, as well as to watch over and serve the Creator’s newest creation: mankind. Satan accepted this newest honor with swift appreciation, and as he left the Creator’s chamber he pondered why the Creator needed to make another race of beings, especially those that would be made in the Creator’s image, just like Satan himself. They would have free will, eternal life, and rule over Satan and his angels. Satan would not let that happen, and planned to seize the throne of the Creator before mankind would see its first day. Satan gathered his forces and told them of their fate, and how they would take the Creator’s throne, and Satan himself would lead the universe and have his angels serve him. As the angels made their way to the throne of the Creator, Michael stepped forth with his own forces to stop Satan’s attempt to harm their Creator. Satan, still under his own free will, continued with his plan and the angels began their fight. The battle was harsh, with each side using weapons on their brothers, and killing each other in a place where no violence had dwelled before. Suddenly, the Creator burst forth from his throne room and with one sweep of his mighty hands, swept both sets of angels aside and demanded Satan to explain himself. As Satan told the Creator of his intentions, including his own plan to take the Creator’s place, the omnipotent being took Michael and made him leader of the angels he had served, stealing Satan’s perfection. Satan knew now, he would be defeated and made an attack at the Creator. His blade attempted to slash through the Creator’s torso, and in retaliation, the Creator raised his hands, and tossed Satan and his followers downward into the inner part of Earth, a prison made of fire and torture called Hell. As the Creator walked back to his throne room disappointed, he made a promise to Michael that although Satan’s free will had corrupted him, he would never take anything’s free will away from them, as they could choose to serve the Creator or perish on the Day of Judgment that would come for the Creator to ultimately exact justice on Satan and his now Fallen Angels. Now, I’m sure you know the rest of the story right? Yeah, Satan managed to ruin humanity and damn mankind to a fate like his, but again, here is another part I’m sure you don’t know. The Creator decided to give Adam and Eve, the first humans, the power to manipulate their inner power and use some of the original gifts that were meant for them in ruling the angels and the Earth. They were deemed the first Magi, select individuals that can manipulate their inner aura in ways that seem like magic, enhance their abilities, and even take on new forms of existence. Over the ages however, Satan has tried to conquer the Earth and enslave the human race through his soldiers, the demons which were the descendants of The Fallen. Being immortal, the Fallen could reproduce only by sacrificing their wings, but being created in Hell made the demons able to reproduce with each other, creating the monsters we know of. This is where the story gets REALLY interesting, now listen up… The Creator decided not to meddle in the affairs of man on a personal level and instead, left the natural and spiritual elements of Earth and the universe split between six Magi. These six Magi were to forever serve the Creator, and were called the Oracles. The Oracles could control one of the six elements of the Universe: Time, Space, Life, Death, Darkness, and Light. These Oracles were a manifestation of the Creator’s will and ruled over human life in secrecy. Satan ultimately decided to take the fight to Earth and he trained a demon on terrifying strength named Dimitri to hunt down the Magi race and draw out the Oracles. Because Satan could not leave Hell, he used Dimitri as his iron fist, and wreaked havoc on the human plane. The Magi Wars lasted for many years, until some mysterious turn of events caused Dimitri to use his own free will to switch sides and betray the ultimate betrayer. Dimitri led the Magi to the inner sanctums of Hell and fought against the Devil on his own. Using his new found strength through the Oracles assistance, Dimitri mortally wounded the Devil but could not bring the Fallen King to death. The Oracles power did however allow Dimitri to seal off the Devil from his followers and create a block to the portal to Hell. Many years passed by and Dimitri disappeared from the human world and those who were not the Magi forgot about demonkind. That was until now… Tartarus, the Oracle of Death has chosen to leave the Order of the Oracles and now claims to have made his bed with those demons that would free Satan from his bonds and rule the Earth and gather enough power to take the Creator’s kingdom. This strange event has opened up a new chapter in the fate of the humans, angels, and demons. You best be prepared, because come Hell or High Water, things will never be the same. The night sky had just eclipsed the remnants of the sunshine in it's shadowy embrace. Just like all the mid-summer nights that he had lived through his former years, Ryoa let the atmosphere swallow him in. Just celebrating his eighteenth birthday a month before, the young man felt like any other Georgian during the thick, humid, and sticky months: hot. It could've been the fact that the temperature read at least ninety-seven degrees, or simply because he was decked all out in black clothing, but it felt like he was on fire. Not one to shun air conditioning or any sort of relief that technology could bring, Ryoa simply took the heat and enjoyed being outside for once. His brother, Scott, stood by the side of the red Dodge truck with his head pointed upward to the stars that were beginning to shine. Hands in his pocket, Scott was dressed almost the opposite to his brother, denim jeans and a grey polo shirt that was starting to show the signs of perspiration. "No matter what ya' compare it to Ryoa, you can't beat the stars at night in Georgia." Scott let out with a sigh, seemingly enjoying the sight he was beholding. At face value, the comment was true. It also held a little bit of another stinging truth, that the boys hadn't been into some wild and crazy mess in a while and were able to take a breather from their normally hectic lifestyle. Being of Gainsly descent, Ryoa's family were one of the strongest families to ever reside in the town of Vaemar Ridge. Not only had his ancestors settled into the town during its creation, but they were also traders, using their wealth and business practice to set their foothold in place for years to come. Currently Ryoa, Scott, and their older brother Levi were the only children his father Julian and mother Serena had produced. Julian no longer had to work but was a man of good fortune, making sure he took care of his family and community and was one of the fairest people Ryoa had ever met. That didn't necessarily mean that his family rested on their loins and did nothing but spend their money, mind you. Ryoa's family actually had their hand in literally every pot the city could produce and with such a respectable father, the duo of Ryoa and Scott would go on rebel-like rampages to test the patience of their father and just see how far they could push their family name. So far, through some many close calls and several punishing sessions later, they hadn't broken it, but rather, earned themselves the right to be called by their first names. They had even manage to befriend the whole police force, especially after spending numerous nights being chased by them, resting in their detention cell, and riding in the back of their squad cars. So instead of "Mr. Gainsly", when they were pulled over or caught roughhousing, it was now "Ryoa, Scott, get your asses off that property!" The boys didn't mean any harm, but that didn't stop them from getting caught on the wrong end of a situation. Luckily, their father did understand and did instill in them the deepest respect for people who were doing good by the whole community and to them as well. Ryoa and Scott's eyes darted up to the sky, as a blazing white hot fire blazed across the normal humid atmosphere. It made a deafening sound, similar to like what a jet might sound like, as it scorched a trail heading straight to the woods near the Gainsly Plantation. It seemed to travel slow like molasses, and at the same time, it was already crashing into the ground. Ryoa couldn't believe he was in reality. Smoldering trunks and limbs burst forth from the air, and dirt mixed with hard Georgia clay and rubble peppered the area where the mysterious comet or star had crashed into it. It created a deep crater reaching right down at eight feet. "Holy shit! What the hell was that?!" Scott said as he and Ryoa were already running towards the adventure that awaited. Ryoa kept up, just a little behind his brother, as the two descended through the brush and into the pine trees and oaks that lay just a mile before where this mysterious object had landed. (((OOC: Okay guys. The prologue has been spruced up just a little, and I've reworked the opening scene. So now everything will be taking place in the woods next to the Gainsly Plantation. Things are the same as before with character creation. Make whatever character you want, and if you have some sort of ability or anything that you can't fit into your own story, use the Magi heritage to explain it. I'm looking forward to a mix up of human, demon, and even some angelic people if things can develop to that point. Let us see where exactly this story takes us...shall we? :) ALSO PLEASE POST CHARACTER SHEETS IN YOUR POSTS. My bad. Edited by Arcana Fang, Mar 12 2013, 06:12 AM.
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Mar 12 2013, 01:28 AM Post #2
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	(You know me, I'll bite.) Most ordinary people would find a calling in life and, after spending years adjusting accordingly, they would spend the rest of their natural, adult lives performing the work they trained to do, regardless of whether they enjoyed it or not. This was the life of a mortal, one steeped in hardships and discipline, yet with time usually came rewards for those that persisted. While some worked to live, others live to work, making their chosen profession the center of their universe. Nightmare was not an ordinary person and, by some standards, was not even a person at all. He was neither human, nor mortal and his "job" was his role in life, a simple cog in the machine of life that continued to turn as its function dictated. He did not tire, he did not hunger and was not hampered down by the limitations of ordinary people. While he had chosen this path in life, he ultimately did not know anything else and believed he really did not have any choice in the matter, regardless of any other possibilities presented before him. He was created to be a living weapon by malicious, warmongering creatures and now, he could possibly be one of the biggest threats to their existence. Nightmare was both demon and demon hunter, a living dichotomy that existed solely for the intended purpose of preventing his former masters from gaining a foothold within his current domain. It was all he could do to feel any sense of relevance as a living being. The living weapon proceeded on his quest unhindered. Though without any specific direction, several things propelled him through the relatively vacant North American countryside; the first being information he had gathered regarding a potential target within the more rural areas of the state, which he has recently verified using his unnatural senses and tracking abilities. The second was the need to avoid human contact for fear of eliciting any unwanted reactions to his unnatural appearance. Finally, he found himself comforted by his natural surroundings as opposed to the urban cityscapes he had grown accustomed to. Nightmare continued his trek, neither making haste, nor taking his time as he headed towards what he believed to be a small town in the state of Georgia, one that went by the name of "Vaemar Ridge". Knowing full well the capacity for understanding the unknown amidst more rural folk was far less than what he had experienced in the bigger cities, it was all the more reason for him to remain undetected for as long as permissible, which prompted him to continue making his way through the forest. It was not until he heard and felt tremor in the vicinity that he began to hasten his pace. He quickly approached the area of what appeared to be a fallen meteorite in the midst of an impact crater. The conjured demon slowly approached, clearly sensing something unnatural within the stony structure.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-Storm Tech-	Mar 12 2013, 05:56 AM Post #3
Graduate Posts: 181 Group: Elite Member #96 Joined: December 20, 2010	[[In case it's not immediately clear, Jay will be my primary character here. I appreciate this setting very much.]] Jay Langman turned the search warrant over, glancing at its type-written contents for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. He and his team had been tasked with serving it on a man notorious for his role in the marijuana trade: Hugo Salamanca. A relatively elusive man in his late 30's, Hugo was born an American citizen, but was Hispanic in every regard. A few recorded phone conversations and a tip on his location was all the DEA needed to seal the deal. "I remember him," Jay stated. "My first year in high school. They caught him in the bathroom with a blunt in his mouth, and carted him off to the alternative school in Atlanta shortly after." "Some things never change, do they?" Heather remarked. The blonde locks of her hair, pulled into a ponytail, stood in stark contrast to her grim outlook on life. She was leading the small convoy of local police that followed closely behind the late-model unmarked Dodge Challenger in which they rode. The straight, narrow highway ahead was covered in darkness, with the exception of the car's vivid headlights and blue flashers from the patrol cars behind reflected sporadically off of the mile markers they passed. "One might say getting trouble with the law is all he knows," said Albert from the back seat as he flipped through a collection of mug shots. "If it's not slinging dope or pills, it's carting firearms into public places against his parole." "Surely Hugo's not the violent type," Jay said. He looked back, motioning to one of the photographs in Albert's possession. "I mean, look at that pretty face." An ex-Army intelligence specialist, Jay was well-trained and understandably skeptical of everyone he came across. That wasn't much the case earlier in his career; he was known for trusting others at face value, as his mother had taught him to, until a shifty informant gave faulty information that landed another operator into an ICU. Naive trust wasn't a character trait he would exhibit for much longer, and the reputation he later developed as a hard man to please influenced his new work as a DEA agent. "The exit's up here, right?" asked Heather. "Up two miles." replied Jay. A native Georgian, though not local to the area, Jay's father used to take him fishing at the lake twenty minutes past their destination. He held those memories of a simpler life dearly. "Should be an old motel right outside of Vaemar Ridge. Look for the abandoned gas station up on the left." As he spoke, the once dark road was bathed in orange light for a brief moment, the tattered road appearing clearer than before as a fiery object swept across the sky before disappearing just as quickly over the treeline. The sounds in the vehicle - the V8 engine, air conditioning set on High, and the group's idle chatter - were overpowered by the woosh of what they first believed to be a passing jet. It was much too close, however. A discernible sound of impact less than a mile away eliminated any suspicion that the bright object in question was still in the air, and their minds collectively speculated on the object's origin. "Don't break convoy! We need ta find Hugo before anything else," barked the local police chief over the radio. Jay agreed. Whatever the disturbance was, it was not the immediate concern of the DEA or his law enforcement colleagues, unless it created another disruption. The impact zone would get no police attention, yet. Stranger things had occurred out in rural towns such as this one, and Jay's priorities could hardly be set on chasing after every Bigfoot tale that the 911 dispatcher reported on. That mess could be left to the locals to do as they were going to. He was hunting big game today. A few short minutes later, the group pulled up to the Squire's Inn, a building that appeared more weather-worn on the outside than the rest of the rocky, wooded landscape around it. Jay, Heather and Albert exited the vehicle and set to work, donning Kevlar vests pulled from a specially made compartment in the trunk. Several other local police officers followed suit. "Hugo's not reported as armed and dangerous, is he?" asked Jay, quite often the skeptic of the group. "Never can be too careful," stated Albert matter-of-factly. "Jay! We're gettin' ready to bring the door down," Chief Bates reported to the DEA group. Jay offered him a dismissive side-glance in response. In comparison to them, Bates' short stature did not suggest that he had any sense of command in this situation, though among his own force he was known to do what he needed to do to get his message across. It made him quite notorious among the few troublemakers left in town. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" chirped Jay. He returned to Heather and Albert with a smirk. "I was thinking we could ask the staff for a key." He instructed Bates and his officers to keep the perimeter safe from any wayward eyes that might be cast on the middle-of-nowhere motel at this time of day, and prepared himself for what at first would be a nonchalant passage into the building. Making too grand an entrance would run the risk of startling Hugo into hasty action. [[EDIT: Improved wording and changed font colors, nothing substantive]] Edited by Storm Tech, Mar 12 2013, 08:15 AM.



Arcana Fang	Mar 13 2013, 08:23 AM Post #4
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Scott and Ryoa's boots crushed the soft ground and dried dirt as they trekked across the forest floor. It wasn't unusual for strange things to happen when the Gainsly family was involved given their lineage and history, but a shooting star or meteorite wasn't an everyday thing. "Scott, slow down!" Ryoa announced to his brother in between footsteps. Scott and Ryoa came to a slow walk, treading with light footsteps toward the impact zone. The forest bathed what little light from the night got through in deep green, and even though it was a warmer night, the air was charged with some sort of uneasy heat. It wasn't like normal humid heat here in the Southern state of Georgia, but rather, a continuation of the heat that Ryoa had felt before: like his body and soul were on fire. "Ryoa, look over there. Looks like it hit pretty damn hard..." Scott's finger pointed to the area where Ryoa had been looking. The pair of brothers worked their way closer to the wound in the earth. It looked like someone had taken a football and spiked that said football into really hollow sand. The crater could've measured eight or ten feet down and at least twenty feet wide. "Damn son..." Ryoa muttered under his breath. The impact site was impressive for sure, and if there was anything left inside it would be the perfect trophy to add to his collection of incredible things. That was, if only he ended up getting to it before Scott did. Ryoa laughed a little and darted a little towards the edge of the hole. Scott must've knew exactly what his younger brother was going to do because he made a similar attempt and noticed that Ryoa was going to make it, so he backed off a little and ended up just behind him. The pair was rewarded with blinding blue light, that was only stopped by shielding their eyes with their hands. The light was intense, and the feeling of heat increased even more with every inch they grew closer to whatever was in that hole. ---------- The creature didn't know where it was, but it could smell food. It could smell flesh. It had phased here just moments ago from the region of Hell where it lived it's normal life at. The creature resembled a wolf, walking on all fours, although it had more fleshy areas that were akin to reptilian-like scales. It began following the scent of food, moving from branch to branch in the foliage of the forest. ---------- Philip Letrone sat behind the desk of the Squire's Inn reception desk. Built in 1950, the place had been a local "hook up" joint for the kids and mostly an out-of-towner connection for those who wanted the quaint little-town feel of Vaemar Ridge and the outskirts of Atlanta from a central location. Philip was the son of Wilbert Letrone, the original owner of the Squire's Inn. His family had held onto the property even in the worst of financial times, and was just barely getting by. Even though it was older in both style and build, the people still came for the down to earth service and extensive cleanliness of the place. He heard the door bell chime, and managed to peak his head up in time to see two men and a woman walk into his lobby. The evening was still young, and his nineteen-year-old brain began going through the paces of what to do when someone came into his Inn. "Hello, welcome to tha' SKAA-WIRE Inn.", a quick smile overtook his face, "Will ya'll be checking in this evening?"
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Mar 14 2013, 03:51 AM Post #5
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	Nightmare felt the presence of the two youths before he actually spotted them, slinking back into the shadows as they approached. He was not sure if it was necessary to warn young men of their age about the dangers of something foreign like this, so in the end, he remained where he was, continuing to survey the area and the meteorite form a distance. As the boys approached it, a blinding blue light illuminated the forest, one that was so strong and blinding that Nightmare had to pull his cloak over his head to shield himself from its effects. This lasted for quite some time and Nightmare would have maintained his position, if not for the malicious presence he sensed nearby. His head turned in the direction where the entity's aura emanated from; it was clearly of demonic origin, or at least, it was close enough to label it as a threat. The young men were occupied with the space rock which gave Nightmare the opportunity he needed to further investigate, unhindered by the curious eyes of passer-by's and interlopers. Aside from this, it would benefit them if he met this threat half way and incapacitated it before it could inflict any harm on the oblivious populace. He quickly took off in the general direction of where he felt this creature's presence, the intense light's effects becoming weaker the further away he got from it.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-Storm Tech-	Mar 15 2013, 06:22 AM Post #6
Graduate Posts: 181 Group: Elite Member #96 Joined: December 20, 2010	"Good evening." Jay nodded, a piece of his short brown hair falling from his hairline to an isolated location on his forehead. He didn't appear to notice. On the outside of Jay's Kevlar vest were two things: a tailored black suit jacket, and a silver badge affiliating him with the DEA. One of these objects concealed the other. Jay pulled the jacket to the side to make his badge more visible, and to quietly alert the youngster at the desk that he wasn't here for the overnight stay and free continental breakfast advertised on the marquee outside. "My name is Jay Langman. This is Heather Rose and Albert Long. We need access to room 211, if you please." He smiled genuinely, working to match the hospitality he was being shown by the young man. As he spoke, Heather's glance was momentarily diverted to Jay's hip, where she noticed that, unlike herself and all the other officers, he was not carrying a weapon. Though she had worked with Jay for the past two years, she found it odd that he threatened to walk into an armed felon's motel room without one. She moved her mouth to speak, but restrained herself. Surely Jay knew better.



Arcana Fang	Mar 20 2013, 07:48 AM Post #7
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Strength, that is what the creature smelt next. A foreign being, much like itself, but with a pungent odor of something else. Either way, the force and the being that controlled it, was heading in the beast's direction. Hunger set in, like a riptide of unimaginable brutality. The creature, known as a Rakanok, had every fiber of its being scream into a frenzy. Looking with it's blood red eyes, it spotted the other thing seven feet in front of it. It looked like his masters, but it was not. Some of his brothers may have phased through, but all the hungry Rakanok wanted was his next meal. It circled to the left, making a growling and hissing noise at the same time. The monster had fangs, claws, and powerful shoulders with enough force to rip this being to shreds and enjoy the meat left on the bone. It's leathery feet crunched the grass around it, as it turned it's left circle into a quick feint, snatching it's jaw towards the foe, and snapping it's teeth. It would strike, and it would surely strike. Food, it wouldn't be long until it tasted flesh... The creature jolted forward, going underneath and to the being's side, hoping to wound it. ----------- Philip was a little surprised, as the badge gleamed into his face with the little bit of light able to be reflected. "N-n-nice to meet ya'" The boy seemed a little shaky, but only because any sort of run in with law enforcement made him nervous. This was the same boy that drove 40 in a 55 to make sure Daddy never got to see a ticket in the mail. He fumbled a little bit with his hands as he typed a little into his PC console, making sure to exit his Facebook page and open the spread sheet application that showed the tenants names and in which room they were suppose to be in. "211...that's...Javier. He's a regul-", Philip noticed something strange on the sheet that required a second look, "well, it appears he's got two other guys with him this evenin'". Philip thought he ought to question the group a little, but at the same time, felt compelled to help the officers. The only problem was that he had to go with them in order to get access to the room. He was, after all, in charge for the weekend. "Listen, I'll get you guys to th' door and open it...but after that, I'm coming back up here." Philip couldn't lie to himself that he wanted to see what Javier had got into and to also bring a little excitement to his evening, but he also was telling the truth. It would make more sense if Javier didn't feel threatened and Philip certainly wasn't a threatening image of a man. The young man lifted his master card key up in one hand, and stepped out from behind the raised counter, revealing his flip-flops, aeropostle jeans, and a red polo shirt to match his blonde hair. ---------- "Golly bum Ryoa, that was crazy...would you look at that?" Scott's words got lost in the echo of awe as Ryoa's eyes fell on the sight of a deep-sapphire looking stone with a couple jagged edges encased in what appeared to be solid silver. The silver, however, seemed to reflect a myriad of colors, similar to what transmission oil looked like when it spilled on the blacktop. The object was indeed some sort of stone, about the size of a football and even though it was covered in clay, rubble, and earth, it still shone a brilliant and defining light. That was it. Ryoa had to get it, especially with it being extraterrestrial. His dad would flip his lid. The youth, wearing dark hickory-colored boots, slid down the hole, ripping a little hole in the back of his jeans on a loose wiry limb that was lodged into the slope. His blue shirt with the Superman "S" was already a little dirty, but the slide down left it covered in a brown silt on his back. "D-DAMMIT Ryoa! Don't touch it! You don't know what it'll do!" But Ryoa felt down deep within him that something would happen when he touched it. That made it even worse. He reached his hand out and placed it on the rigid-blue stone. He waited for a few seconds and felt disappointed. Maybe the rock wasn't as out of this world as he thought. He expanded his aura a little through his hand to get a feel for what the gem truly was. As a Magi, the aura was key to many abilities they practiced. The aura weaved it's way into the inner core of the sapphire and washed away, back into Ryoa's own aura pool. Ryoa felt the immeasurable power source he was now holding, and felt it in work, but wasn't sure of exactly what it was doing. Ryoa turned and looked back up at Scott, who was sliding down the hole now too, and held the jewel up. "Ryoa move! Behind You!" Scott yelled to his brother. It wasn't quick enough. Ryoa felt a tremendous impact of flesh hit the lower end of his back and the pain shot through to his brain. He screamed as he was lifted into the air and face planted on the dirt with a loud thump. He felt like his back could've been ripped open from how hard he had been hit, and slowly raised up to look back into the hole. Whatever had hit him was down there, and Scott was down there too. Ryoa felt around for his new trophy and didn't feel the stone near him, and he couldn't see it close to where he had landed... That meant it was down there...with those two. God help whatever else that was down there with Scott. He made Ryoa seem like a toddler when it came to fighting, and it would be even better now that Scott would be super pissed off. Edited by Arcana Fang, Mar 20 2013, 07:48 AM.
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Mar 21 2013, 01:31 PM Post #8
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	Nightmare had made contact with the creature, taking note of its otherworldly appearance; it resembled a hideously deformed lupine, with some patches of fur covering bits of it and the exposed flesh covered in scales instead. The creature, sensing his presence lunged at him, trying to take a bite out of him before lunging at his side. Nightmare, taken by surprise, hardened the skin over his left arm, where the creature's trap-like jaws came down. As it held on and thrust itself upon him, the hardened skin produced spiky protrusions that pierced the monster's hide from within its mouth as he fell to the ground with it. Planting his feet firmly against its belly, he kicked it off of him, releasing his spiky hold on its mouth before rising back up to his feet. "You look rather strange, for a demon." Nightmare could sense the creature was of demonic origin, yet it was like nothing he had seen before. It was similar to the creatures he had battled before, yet also very different. The demon hunter slammed his right fist into the ground, spikes extending from his arm and into the patch of dirt where his hand made impact. They burrowed and made their way to where the creature was currently located, erupting from beneath it in an attempt to cage it within. Standing up once more, Nightmare procured one more spike from the top of his hand before shooting it straight at the beast.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-Fenix-	Mar 26 2013, 08:37 PM Post #9
Master Posts: 575 Group: Elite Member #103 Joined: February 23, 2011	Kyosuke walked across the clouds, prancing around while wearing his red shoes that were smothered with glitter. The young Japanese's happy dancing came to an end when he reached a large golden gate, with the words "HEAVEN'S ON FIRE" written on it. "Way to keep it......KISSY! He he he he he he he! Now......OPEN! THYMUS!" he yelled at the door, with his arms extended outward. The gate creaked as it opened its doors wide open, granting access to the curious visitor. Kyosuke walked through a giant hallway, filled with statues of famous mortal heroes. The hallway seemed to last forever, as it seemed to carry on and on, until finally, a light shined at the end. Kyosuke ran to the end, and was greeted with a surprise; a man with average height sat on a throne coated with gold on top of clouds. "'O''M''U'!! The creator, it is such a pleasure to meet you. Oh, that seems like a nasty wound you got there.....from the time that douche did a cope 'd' etat eh? He he he he he. Anyways, I can heal you! I am a red mage, level thirty three! I just bought a Cure Three from the inn in Kalm With A 'K'! Hold on!" Kyosuke grabbed his long and wide sword from its scabbard and held it sideways in front of his face. A gray bar appeared right in front of Kyosuke's knees, with the word "STATUS" written above it. "Tat tanat tanat tanatanata Final Fantasy Battle Music tee nini nini tenininini GUITAR REVVVVV!" The bar slowly filled with green until it was full, with the word changing from "STATUS" to "READY". White light orbs surrounded Kyosuke, then dispersing into thin air as Kyosuke lunged his sword forward; the man on the chair was surrounded by green light and a nice tune, with "600HP" manifesting itself in midair, in front of the "creator". The man on the throne smiled as the visible wound began to heal. "RATATANANATATANAAAAAAAAAA! I just healed youuuuuu now you owe me moneyyyyy and somewhat shields and swooooooords! NA NA NAAAANA NA NANA NANA!!" Kyosuke sand his fanfare as he rotated his sword in a circular motion. Suddenly, everything around Kyosuke started to dissipate slowly, until he was surrounded by darkness. Kyosuke woke up frightened at the weird dream he had, trying to slow his frantic breathing. "My God! I left Kansas again!" he sighed in relief. He quickly stood from his bed at the realization of something else. "Another my God gasp! I just met.......HIDEO KOJIMAAAAAAAH! The creator of the best typical Japanese dating sim hentai game........METAR GEAR MASAKA!! He he he he he, boobs!"



Arcana Fang	Mar 28 2013, 09:04 AM Post #10
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	(( Waiting on Storm Tech to post, and I'm not sure if I'm suppose to take Fenix seriously...hehe. ))
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


-Storm Tech-	Mar 31 2013, 08:45 AM Post #11
Graduate Posts: 181 Group: Elite Member #96 Joined: December 20, 2010	The group was silent as they passed up the metal stairs to the second floor. They were met with a sparse hallway, covered in patterned yellow wallpaper and beige carpeting dimly lit with dime-store lighting fixtures. It was however, in a word, welcoming. Inviting digs for rural retreatists and wannabe drug lords alike, anyway. Philip and Jay led the group, with Heather and Albert closely behind. The locking mechanism in the door unlatched, giving the officers passage into room 211. The room was silent, except for the soft whirr and an occasional clang from the window unit struggling to cool the 156-square foot space. The bed was unmade, pillows were strewn about the room. Despite the AC unit's best efforts to cool the room, it was doing nothing for the remains of an unidentified young Hispanic man sprawled out at the foot of the bed. Heather walked over to the bed and motioned for the others to continue, then began visually scanning the body with her weapon drawn. The crimson on the bed sheets eerily matched Albert's red curly locks, almost perfectly, though she wouldn't have thought so at the time. Albert meanwhile paused by the bathroom door, which was cracked slightly and letting light into the room. The faint sound of dripping water met his ears. Jay was close behind. "In here," he whispered. The group had not yet ascertained whether or not the whole room was clear, but would soon find out. Jay, without a weapon of any sort, listened for a moment and shoved his way in. A man sat motionless in the standing shower, his head lying on his left shoulder with his limbs pointed in various directions. His long black hair covered up what appeared to be a large, gaping wound, which suggested by its irregular shape that an animal had unleashed its savage fury on the poor man's abdomen. Blood from the wound mixed with the running water to form a pink puddle on the linoleum tile. "Hugo." Albert left the room, and began calling for backup. There were two men down, but one missing. Though they had their fugitive, they had more work to do. Jay got to one knee, and placed his finger to the man's neck to check for a pulse. "He's breathing," Jay sighed, "but barely". "Jay!" Heather emerged from the main room. "This man wasn't shot, he was - Oh God." She immediately took notice of Hugo's condition. "He's alive. It's not as bad as it looks. He's freezing though. Get me that blanket from the sofa over there." Hugo trembled at the officer's touch, and let out a quick sigh. "What happened to you, Hugo?" "Was meeting two of my boys... Jav and Bambino. Jus' talking, man. He-" "You selling product here?" asked Jay. Flow from the wound was beginning to slow. Heather tossed the blanket over the man, then stood close by as Hugo spoke. "None your... business... Jay. Javier, he... changed..." Hugo paused, the memory of the recent event returning to him in spurts of clarity as his body stabilized. "He got Bam first, then wen' at my neck. Almost got it, man. Never seen a man move like that." Albert's radio chirped as the police chief responded to his earlier call. "We haven't seen anyone leave. Perimeter's locked down. No one's gettin' in or out." "Javier", mouthed Jay. The name was foreign to him, as was Hugo's story. But it was apparent that the scene he had waltzed into was Javier's work. They needed to locate him, immediately. ----------- A shadow passed along the floor of the motel room, melding irregularly with the surrounding furniture. The officers would have no such luck finding Javier, nor could they ever hope to contain him. Javier's unique abilities would make that certain.



Arcana Fang	Apr 7 2013, 11:50 PM Post #12
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	((Guys, post coming soon. Had a death in the family. Sorry for the delay.))
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Apr 8 2013, 12:32 AM Post #13
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	(My condolences, man. You take care of your business, we're not going anywhere.)
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


Arcana Fang	Apr 12 2013, 06:43 AM Post #14
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	The creature had somehow managed to keep his teeth from coming down on its, and this Rakanok didn't like it. He also didn't like the two feet that had managed to crack a few ribs as he was kicked back, and now he was bleeding from within his mouth. The blood triggered a deep rage within the creature. But it wouldn't get to live out the feeling of tearing the creature in pieces, as it was instantly caged in from the protruding spikes from the creatures arm, as another spike entered the base of the Rakanok's skull and traveled through it's body, making a sickening wet noise as bits of bone, blood, gore, and brain flew from the entry and exit wound in a rapid succession. The creature fell to the ground and coughed one last time, as the world grew dark on it and it died. The body quickly turned to ash and crumbled where the creature once stood. Unfortunately for Nightmare, there was now a separate pack of the creatures staring him down with blood-red eyes, growling from the death of one of their own. Their bodies newly phased into this plane, they were itching to get into something's flesh, and what better excuse than revenge. Their numbers were good, 10 of them, all male and broad-shouldered. They began to circle the creature from all sides, and each went for the kill in a sequence. ------------------------------ Philip was shocked at the scene before him, and could tell from the dialogue he heard from his position at the door that there was some sort of drug deal that had went horribly wrong. No one usually brought violence to the Squire Inn, but it had found its way here nonetheless. The good thing was that it appeared the officers were talking amongst themselves and Philip had heard that no one had passed by their barricade on the outside of the premises. That was good. Wait, that wasn't good. That meant that the guy responsible for this was still in the Inn. Shit... Philip thought. The worst part of it was that now the officers would be searching the grounds and building for this guy, and Philip was sure it was going to get ugly. He peered back into the room and saw a shadow go across the floor, obviously being from one of the officers as they passed in front of the light. Philip decided to keep his nose out of things and waited at the door. He had this strange feeling though that something was about to happen or that something wicked was still in the building. He didn't like it, but he dared not disturbed the officers while they did their job. Edited by Arcana Fang, Apr 23 2013, 10:05 PM.
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Apr 29 2013, 03:22 AM Post #15
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	As Nightmare's makeshift javelin found its mark, the creature fell apart in a cloud of ash. Nightmare was rather surprised that it had been so easy; the creature was clearly powerful and something he had never encountered before but killing it had proven to be anything but a daunting task. "Well...that was unexpected." Before he could celebrate, he found himself surrounded by a pack of the creature's brethren, circling around him like he was the prey in a hunt. He shook his head, berating himself internally for letting his guard down when he should have realised he was dealing with an animal; animals usually moved in packs and seldom travelled alone. He took on a cautious stance, materialising Raum once again, in the form of a broad sword, eyeing the beasts as he slowly surveyed his surroundings. These creatures probably have my scent now, so there is no use in running. It seems I will have to kill each and every one of them, or enough to pray that the rest leave me be. Not one to give the enemy the satisfaction of making the first move, Nightmare slammed his fist into the ground, causing a shockwave of spikes to erupt in a circular pattern around him, protruding from the ground to impale anything that crossed their path.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)


Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · The Wasteland · Next Topic »

Pages:
1
2
3