Pious
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Sent you a PM yesterday with no reply Big Game. Did it reach you?
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Quote:"I got all kindsa ammo locked and loaded Droopy, why don't we find out?" was all the investigator said before unloading two rounds at the crouched wolf, each resounding shot fired with impecable accuracy. Strangely, the gunman turned around and looked to his mentor as though he'd recieved a telepathic message.Originally Posted by Blazing Angel
Adrian studies the investigator for a long moment, looks to the gun, and then up to his face "Is this s'posed to be a joke?" he chuckles and cracks his knuckles. "For your sake, i hope ya loaded with the right type a bullets" Crouches down as he prepares to charge.
The priest didn't look happy at all. "Stop kidding around Hells" said Pious, looking a little annoyed with the two fighters. "Status report." -
Quote:A flash of bright white light enveloped a small area beneath the electricity generators but dimmed away as quickly as it had sparked. Positioned next to the Priest and rising to his feet was the wild-haired stubble-sporting trenchcoat-clad private investigator Mike Grayson, a firearm poised at the intruding werewolf.Originally Posted by Blazing Angel
...she pay me to kill you guys, and third, What wilderness is better to roam in, than the chaotic wilderness of humans?"
"See now with that sorta perspective Snoopy, you shouldn't be too surprised to see police lights and a jail cell" came the deep grumbling voice of the drunken detective. "Worse yet, cause this man any more trouble and you'll be pissing blood out'ova dozen holes, dig? Now run along and scram. I gosta get to'a talkin." -
"I'm not going to fight you friend" said Pious, stepping forward to get a closer look at his assailant, "but maybe I can help you."
Still within his electromagnetic sphere, the Priest addressed the beast with a calm and soothing tone. "I know you don't I? You're the Silver Wolf. You were there when I met Alex Balfear. You don't have to slave yourself away at the behest of Elizabeth you know. Look at you. You're a magnificent creature; beautiful silver fur, fearsome canines and a powerful muscular build. You could live as ruler instead, lead your own esteemed pride of wolves, feed off the small animals and off the land as nature intended. There is no need for violence and aggression. Greed, money, power... these are things of the human world."
"What importance is a mere bounty to a king of the wild like you, Silver Wolf?" -
Pious heard a distant howling and nearly dismissed it. His survival instincts kicked in just in time to spot a silverback werewolf charging for him from a rooftop. Instinctively, he encased himself in a small field of protective electromagnetic force. "Storm wasn't kidding. This place is literally crawling full of psychopaths."
Priest stood there, shielded by an invisible field and unthreatened by the incoming animal. He would wait patiently for the thing to calm down and dialogue.
"One minute" he muttered. "Just one minute in this madland and already I'm hounded." -
Pocket D
A tall dark-skinned man with slightly glowing white hair crossed the dancefloor heading to the Rogue Isles exit. He wore smart black trousers, black tie and a resplendent white shirt. He produced some sort of ID and was waved through into the elevators by the Arachnos guards. With a low ding the lift reached its destination. The doors slide open and the government man stepped out. He greeted the succubi demoness with a nod and made his way to the Saint Martial exit. A doorswing later and Reverend Pious Hunter was on Rogue Isle soil. He slid open a cellphone and dialled a short number before placing it to his ears.
"I'm here" he grumbled, "Just outside a Pocket D wormhole. Looks like some kind of electric power plant. Listen, recruiting Big Game to the Coalition of Hunters is key to this manoeuvre so let's meet here face to face and discuss your status report. Alright, don't be long." -
Pious watched on as his wife took the shape of a red-skinned succubus. His own wings lost its feathers and bore nothing but charred bone. His slender and shadowed frame remained the same but two large horns sprouted from his sandy hair.
"Yeah. This aught about do it" he said, climbing into the beastly Lamborghini. "Inside the car when you're all ready guys. Who wants the wheel?" -
Don't think the ghost has been ditched. Telling from Rotten's post, the ghost is still stalking us about.
And something else is going on back at the portal to do with a demonling and a witch or something? -
City of Dis
After about an hour of flying through fiery hot air, the team had finally reached the city of demons. A steep-sided gorge eroded by streams of lava separated the city from the volcanic landscape. With the canyon in the way, it seemed impossible to cross over without wings or flight. As the six adventurers came to a landing on the outskirts of the city, a gang of large tattooed and bearded demons could be seen, sitting on strange looking motorbikes, guarding the borders.
A jet-fuelled policebot brought the invisible Snaerr and the Illusionist gently down onto the dust-covered tarmac. Another lowered the beastly Lamborghini that had been driven originally by the demon Kasha. Without warning the four policebots saluted the party then took off into the skies, heading back in the direction of the portal, probably to guard it. Two of the four Midnighter mages stepped forward to address the group. "Lady and Gentlemen, we have reached the eighth circle of hell; the City of Dis. Within these walls are gateways to all the inner circles. If you wish to go further, I would advise you take some form of disguise. We will camp here and set up monitoring and enhancement spells to buff your performance as you go deeper into Hell."
Pious looked to where he thought the Illusionist stood and spoke directly to him.
"We should travel inside the demon thief's car to avoid arousing suspicion" he said. "Illusionist. Disguises... can you do that? Make us appear like demons?" -
The mages and policebots.
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Hope this is ok with you guys but what I'm thinking of doing to bring the speed of play back up is this; firstly have the six characters and their guardians arrive in the City of Dis. This will allow them to infiltrate the local demons and obtain The Map. With the map of Hell we can finally plan ahead and draw out a general plot outline, which can act as the basis of our characters' next steps forward; plotting a route through all sorts of dangers to cross Hell and reach Cat Heaven. What do you think? Do you... do you know what I mean?
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Shame I'll be at work. Oh well, hope to make the next one.
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"Remember, we're marking the winners on originality, creativity and most innovative concept. Your inventions must be complete, workable and well articulated. Entries will also be judged on their potential value to society; socially, environmentally or economically, and on the scope of use. James and I will be judging, decisions will be final. The winning invention will be supported financially by our sponsors from Aeon Corp..." So who would you vote for to win? Though technically only one has actually worked without backfiring so far. LOL.Quote:1. Recyclable solar laser refractor from Muffin
2. Miniature helper clones from Coyote
3. Height-altering formula from Mechano
4. Replication machine from Leeches
5. Hair-dyeing supposedly gene-altering nanotechnology from Silver
6. Nothing yet from Eremianaiepus and any others -
Just read the new posts in the Bar of the Damned thread and... wow!
Only... and I mean only the famously devious master-flirt himself could wear a skunk stink, don an ugly-as-hell mask and walk into a demon bar wrapped in rags... and still make a lasting impression on the hot babe! LOL.
From reverse psychology to pseudo humility... that man's got skill. And by extension that means you Brit.
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Quote:I said I'd come but sleep took me. Looking through the mission shots, I really wish I'd been there.Originally Posted by Bunny
...(although I had been hoping at least one Nighthunter would have come along too for it!)
Still working all this weekend though and will be too tired to log in-game.
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Among others, a couple of twisted-looking science students were laughing out loud, probably at the idea of using Nanotechnology for something so mundane. When the so called Doctor Silver asked for volunteers, the two students cruelly shoved the bespectacled dorky-looking girl in front of them, pushing her onto the stage. "A cure for you Meredith" they teased, laughing and snorting. The poor girl now had no other choice but to be experimented on. Face hung low from sheer humiliation; she climbed up to meet the roboticist, her white lab coat reluctantly dragging along after her.
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Doctor Muffin simply fell into his chair with an air of defeat and his face dropped into a sulk. He watched with peaked interest as Doctor Coyote made her entre dramatis and then peered curiously at the weapon in her grasp. He watched on, waiting for a speech and mini-demonstration.
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Quote:"Okay okay, I will go first" came the high-pitched voice of the grey-bearded scientist. "Gather round you worthless bacterial primates and marvel at the work of the very evil Doctor Muffin! Haaa-hahahaha!"Originally Posted by Pious
...we're marking the winners on originality, creativity and most innovative concept. Your inventions must be complete, workable and well articulated. Entries will also be judged on their potential value to society; socially, environmentally or economically, and on the scope of use..."
"Okay okay, prepare to be blown away by the original, the creative and the innovative SOLAR-LASER EXTERMINATORR!" he yelled, wrestling with the white sheet covering the contraption. After several failed attempts at unveiling, two robots came trotting along to assist. Finally, the thing was unleashed. "Behold the ULTIMATE WEAPON of the 21st century." he continued to yell, pointing enthusiastically at a tall metallic form that resembled a giant magnifying glass with hundreds of recyclable glass bottles fixed within the frame. "I'm very fond of it actually so let, let, let me explain it to you, okay? You see when I was a little child my mother would never let me have my own magnifying glass, but, but, but I really wanted one, so I could refract the sunlight and burn the little annoying ants in the back garden. See but now, I do. See? It has the refracting power of 1 zettajoule, more than enough to DESTROY THE WORLD!! Haaa-hahaha!"
"But, but wait, I wanted to win this contest so I made sure my world-killing super-weapon was at least environmentally friendly. It's completely solar powered and has a zero carbon footprint, see? Allow, allow me to demonstrate" said the mad scientist, rushing around to power up his contraption. "Maim! Quickly, push the on button. No! No, not that one, the other one. No, no! The big yellow one. Jeez I tried to make it as obvious as possible."
Suddenly, the giant fan rotated round to face the skylight and began absorbing the sunlight. "Okay Professor Bright you were in the military, I think you will like this part. Stun! Prepare to fire on my signal!" Unexpectedly, the little robot minions powered the macine to open fire. Somehow the contraption worked and the powerful sunlight was refracted and directed straight across the room, but the laser ray struck a reflective surface and bounced back with shocking speed, colliding with the machine and melting it down to ash almost instantly, burning the scientist's lab coat and grey hair in the process.
Doctor Muffin's face was a picture of well-practised shame. "Well" he said, smoke billowing from his mouth. "That was disappointing... What are the odds." -
((Its no longer an issue. Leave it to PM's and lets continue with the plot please.))
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Once the showcasing was done the projection flickered off and Professor Samuel O'Reilly took to the microphone once again. "Our young geniuses everybody!" he said, cueing applause. "We now invite our mastered scientists to unveil their practical works of wonder! We'll move round in a clockwise fashion and let the inventors have the microphones. Remember, we're marking the winners on originality, creativity and most innovative concept. Your inventions must be complete, workable and well articulated. Entries will also be judged on their potential value to society; socially, environmentally or economically, and on the scope of use. James and I will be judging, decisions will be final. The winning invention will be supported financially by our sponsors from Aeon Corp. Over to you Doctors!"
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Cap Au Diable, Aeon University. Saturday 26th, 18:00.
As the Arachnos scientist made his way out, Professor Samuel O'Reilly loaded up a slideshow presentation cataloguing the various scientific works of the University students. "Good evening all and welcome to the Weird Science Biannual Academic Convention" he announced. "The projection behind me shows the wide array of brilliant inventions built by the young minds of this University. Before we begin the main event; our Master Inventor contest sponsored by Dr Geist and Dr Forrester, allow me to showcase the works of our six top students. Unlike the unveiled scientific marvels before us, these are of course only theoretical."
"First up is Master Chang..." he continued, the gallery of work from the six top students went on for about half an hour, stirring applause and silent debates.
((Since this plot may carry on in-game on the Union Server, I spoke to Kyzock and he's stepping out.)) -
Quote:One of the Cap Au Diable University professors walked into the lab and surveyed the situation. "Professor Bright, Professor O'Reilly, what is going on here? Of what interest is this science gallery of Arachnos? Must I remind you that we have innocent students and children who have come here to see the inventions? This is a peaceful gathering of science lovers; a Mad Scientist Union convention. Arachnos have no jurisdiction here so kindly leave us alone, please."Originally Posted by Kyzock
"Lord Recluse and his cronies ordered me to attend this ... gathering on behalf of Arachnos. You will extend all respect and courtesy to me as if Lord Recluse himself were here, understand?"
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A fumbling old man stumbled through the campus muttering madly to himself while two of his robot machines wobbled along behind him, gingerly balancing a giant metallic contraption only partially concealed under a large white cloth. "Come on, come on" he stuttered, rushing to a set-up spot and urging his bots through the laboratory door. "You lousy piles of scrap metal. It's starting, it's starting! We're going to be laaattee! Come on!"
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I miss this guy.
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Long Island, New York
A dark and lonely tower far far away from all of civilisation. A pillar of iron girders and steel cables with nothing but glass windows to give away it's structural purpose. This was the secret lab of the very evil Doctor Muffin! "Muahahahaha" came the echoes of maniacal laughter. "Muahahahahahahahaha" he continued, his grey beard jittering in rhythm with his receding long hair, suitably cliché of a mad scientist. "An invite to an actual party? For meeee?" he squealed loudly, tripping on his deep c's and landing hard on his t's with a strong European accent, masked only by his long drooling speech disorder. "Oh how long I have waited for this moment. Our time has finally come my robot minions. Prototype Maim, Prototype Stun, wake up you lazy machines! Prepare the laser-death exterminator and fire up the particle accelerators. We have a contest to win. You hear me? We will finally show the people of this country what is the true meaning of power! And then... we shall take over the woooorrrrllldddd! Muhahahahaha-weeeee hee-hee... hee... Maim, quickly! Get my inhaler!"