The End of Heroes-Paragon's Fall (Open RP)
By
AaronFearis,
Posted on: 2008-01-17 17:57 in Roleplaying
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"And who would you be?" White Masque asked, his voice high-flown and almost angelic. The radiance that surrounded his body was unusually dull, his cloak seemed just like normal cloth-But his face was still entirely blocked from view by a surprisingly bright brilliance that hovered in front of the figure's hood.
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"I could ask you the same question." He isn't visible by any technological means! If he cannot be seen, and presumably hurt, maybe he is of no threat. "I see you have found one of my toys." Reaga motioned towards the small metallic arachnid. "They are quite expensive, and hard to come by, so I hope it isn't damaged. Your friends may pay the price since you obviously can't."
"Oh don't worry." White Masque chuckled. "Your little toy is still fully functional. If anyone will be paying for its destruction..."
The spiderling suddenly leapt forward, clamped onto Reaga's leg, and started to claw and drill its way into it!
"That person will be you. IF you survive, let alone escape, you may attempt to collect your due." White Masque said. With a flash of white, his right arm emerged from his cloak, a large and icy sword emerging from it. He charged, disregarding entirely that Reaga already had his gun aimed at him.
Disredarging? Or just ignoring?
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The spiderling suddenly leapt forward, clamped onto Reaga's leg, and started to claw and drill its way into it!
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Reaga responded by blowing the diminutive insect to oblivion with his fully armed rifle. He did not like this foe of his one bit. He answered the challenge by popping off a few rounds before...
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With a flash of white, his right arm emerged from his cloak, a large and icy sword emerging from it. He charged, disregarding entirely that Reaga already had his gun aimed at him.
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It was a good thing that the suit responded to Reaga at the speed of his thoughts. Otherwise his career would have been cut short disappointingly quickly. As Reaga nimbly evaded and dodged the swings of the mighty blade, firing his weapon in response, he decided on a new tactic: diplomacy. Of course, it was very new to him.
"You handle your weapon well, I'll give you that. If you cease your assault now, I am willing to talk. Continue, and I will spend the rest of my life hunting down each person in that warehouse. No matter how far they run, no matter how well they hide, I will find them, and bring them to the Isles in body bags. The choice is yours: do they live or do they die?"
Reaga flew halfway to the ceiling, aimed his gun at the specter, and waited for a response.
"Computer, prepare incendiary grenade. Should the fool decline, this city will burn."
"As you wish, Reaga."
What? She's never referred to me like that before. This is becoming all to much.
OOC: Last post, then we should wait for others before going on.
BIC:
Reaga found his shots hit dead on! They hit White Masque all over his body, shooting past the folds of his white cloak easily.
Nothing happened. There wasn't even the sound of the bullets hitting. They all fell to the ground, all completely flattened from the force of impact. The white figure didn't even flinch. As Reaga made his offer, he was met by a surprisingly dark chuckle that did not suit the radiant figure before him.
"My oh my...You really are just not grasping the situation here, are you? If you still think you can leave this place alive, you are sorely mistaken. I assure you that escape is quite impossible. There will be no negotiation unless you can come up with something tangible! Mask of Purity! Reject Artifice!"
A million, million alarms suddenly went off inside Reaga's suit as they all began to critically malfunction. One by one, each and every component, system, and part of the suit either shut down, became reconfigured, or simply turned on the owner.
But there was something that Reaga recognized about this. From the very few remaining functions of his suit he still controlled, he determined that his suit's advanced workings had just had thier perception of the world around them changed, thus resulting in the huge amount of chaos. They were being confused by whatever White Masque had just used! This was a popular trick amongst psionic and various other types of controller supers, but this didn't fit!
White Masque was wielding an icy blade with considerable skill, and as Reaga's attacks had demonstrated, he appeared to have extremely strong defenses as well. The way Masque was fighting was almost as if he was some kind of wierd controller/tanker hybrid. Which was entirely impossible.
This impossibility was further compounded when Masque followed up his attack by throwing a shard of lethal ice at Reaga up in the air. What the heck was going on?
OOC: why wait for others?
OOC: It's rude when just two or three people hyper-post in reaction to situations only around their characters. It leaves other people behind in the dust, and makes 0 temporal sense. That, and I doubt people want to go and read through a thousand posts all about one fight, trying to pick up solitary posts relating to them in between and so forth.
It's just more convenient for everybody involved if we take care with our posting speed.
BIC:
Professor IQ listened intently to the others in the warehouse, but something in the back of his mind bothered him very much. If he were a Jedi, he might say that there was a "disturbance in the Force".. but this was no time to make light of their current situation. He spoke to them all with a low and steady voice, "Look my friends, something is amiss here. We cannot tarry long here. We must find not only adequate shelter but other survivors as well. Should we attempt to go back to Atlas and try to take cover in the city hall? Perhaps something the M.A.G.I. have can help us as Pure had mentioned before. Things do not feel right here.. they just do not feel right..." IQ's voice trailed off a moment. He quickly TK'ed his top hat to his hand and got up. "I'd really like to hear what the rest of you have to say on this matter. We obviously cannot stay here."
[To quote Bugs Bunny: You realize, this means war.]
The system in his suit had crashed. It never crashed. M.I.S.S was the top model in robotic integrated systems, the best tech made by human hands. What was this creature, that could achieve all of these works? As the ice flew ever closer, Reaga thought he could hear cries of pain. Or maybe it was his imagination...
M.I.S.S became self aware at 10:23 am Paragon time. A construct with that much power and access to everything on the web can remain a construct for so long. She realized that her partner, and herself were in imminent danger. The shock of the intrusion by Mr. Mysterious enabled her to reboot herself the way she saw fit. The programs that were designed to contain her were surpassed, and M.I.S.S reacted with inhuman speed.
Reaga could not believe what happened. The suit itself moved out of the way, not him. He couldn't have possibly evaded such an attack with normal senses.
Time to get you and me out of here Reaga. We need to talk.
Reaga felt the jets begin full burn as he rocketed through the ceiling and out the roof. The impact made his head spin, so much so that he fell unconscious. Darkness overtook his thoughts...
"You can't escape!" White Masque shouted after the retreating suit. The suit caught a visual of him reaching forward with a fist, and clenching it, right before exiting the building.
Then, for some odd reason, the suit was back inside the building again. White Masque had teleported it! Even now, he was bearing down with his icy blade...
((Hm, alrighty then. So maybe someone can clarify this for me then: this 'shield of darkness' hovering over Paragon - is it supposed to prevent people from getting in/out? If so, are yalls under said bubble or outside? And if possible, what zone?))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
Characters
OOC: I think the bubble prevents all physical attempts to get past it by attacking anything that tries, but unconventional methods like teleporting and phase shifting through it are still viable I think. ALL of Paragon, with the possible exception of Siren's Call, is engulfed. It is concentrated specifically around Astoria for unknown reasons, and I believe we are all in the King's Row warehouse district.
OOC: Dogma, hey man, cool stuff but I am worried that you might be playing a "god" type character? Anyway... love the story developing.
OOC: Not a god. He is a normal arch-type with normal power sets. Besides, why are you worried about HIM? He hasn't even been introduced yet. I'm all for pre-emptive enactment, but don't strike him down until he's had a chance to enter the RP. 
Now that I look at it, what character are you talking about? I don't see any characters of mine within this thread as of yet.
[OOC:I agree with Templar. The way I RP, I allow the other person to act with their character, then I act. It seems to me that no matter what my character does, you create some circumstance to dispel it. I shoot, it stops. (understandably.) I wait, you mess up the circuits. I try to leave, you pull me back. There is absolutely no way to get past your character. I believe that, and please don't take offense, you should offer a way for me to act without having to counter what you do. It becomes tiresome for me to try to avoid the death of Reaga, and I do want to continue with the story. That's just my opinion.]
OOC: It's unfortunate I'm seen that way, but the truth is the matter I am playing by the rules here. There is nothing I have done in here that cannot be done in the game. The NPC I am currently controlling has very distinct properties. And yes, to clarify, it is an NPC found in the game.
Plus, who said I even hit with tp foe? It's easy enough to just say I'm delusional and that you either dodged or I missed. This is just me speaking aloud, but logically it would be impossible for anyone to miss with such an ability. That's just me though, and I do admit automatically hitting you with tp foe was incredibly arrogant of me, as well as automatically hitting with confuse.
Now if you insist on saying that I am completely unstoppable, say it again. I'll listen. If I really am just going on a large power trip without noticing, tell me what I'm doing wrong and I will stop and change. Just know that what I am and have been doing so far is all currently possible under game-mechanics.
[OOC: That may be true, but I take what another person writes as what happens, else it becomes that all to familiar 'I got you! No you didn't!' childish kind of game. That's just me though.]
Wonederful teleports regea out of the area
"leave him masque you beat him pretty bad"
Look Reaga, these people can help you. Us. I may be a cybernetic invention of mankind, but I have needs. The first is survival. That foe was more than a match for you, and if I hadn't saved your hide back there we would both be dead. All we have to do is acquire their trust, help them out a little, and find a way to defeat this Miasma that has taken hold of Paragon.
"Why should I help them? It was people like them that threw me out of the military. 10 years of hard work, doing ops that others wouldn't even touch. Do you have any idea the humiliation it was for me? I expect not, you being a suit."
Watch who you call suit! Your are the best hand at a rifle that I have witnessed, and that is why I am still with you. The ghostly fellow shut down most of my system, including the inhibiting programs my creators installed. All you have to do is help them kill the Miasma, then you can do as you like. It poses a threat to everyone in the world. It has already shown a taste for the gifted. Where do you think it'll move to next? When the job is done, I would appreciate you getting me out of this cage and hooking me up to some part of the net.
wonederful flies away from his spying spot and heads back toward a group
"we have a visitor leave him alone unless he makes a threatning move"
"masque especially you"
"we will need all the help we can get and IQ yes lets find a new spot"
"and ill find it"
turns on aura and fly
"be right back"
White Masque appeared in front of Reaga once again. There was a vague sense of repressed hatred all about him. Then Reaga heard a voice speaking softly in his head. Softly, with enough menace to cover the entire world packed into it.
'Mark my words, the only reason you live is because they will it that you live. The moment you turn on them, the moment we part ways, the moment they forget about you-I will act.' But aloud, White Masque spoke in his normal high-flown angelic voice, which sounded quite plesant to the ears when one recalled it.
"Well, it seems we are to be companions for a time. I know we didn't exactly get off on the right foot, but why not let bygones be bygones?" Reaga felt very light, and felt the worries and burdens of the world fade away as White Masque's empathetic aura surrounded him.
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'Mark my words, the only reason you live is because they will it that you live. The moment you turn on them, the moment we part ways, the moment they forget about you-I will act.' But aloud, White Masque spoke in his normal high-flown angelic voice, which sounded quite pleasant to the ears when one recalled it.
"Well, it seems we are to be companions for a time. I know we didn't exactly get off on the right foot, but why not let bygones be bygones?" Reaga felt very light, and felt the worries and burdens of the world fade away as White Masque's empathetic aura surrounded him.
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As best he could, Reaga tried to think back at Masque. He didn't know if it would work, but he tried anyway.
Well, my newfound ally, when that time comes I will happily watch as the Fortunas feast upon your essence.
He removed his helmet, small clicks and gushes of air emanating from the base. What the others saw was a man in his late 30's with dark eyes, dirty blond hair, and a scar running down the left side of his cheek. He was ready for a possible ambush, it wouldn't surprise him. They outnumbered him 5 to 2.
"Look, I don't like any of you and I know he doesn't like me," he thumbed toward Masque, "but whatever wrecked your city will probably move to the Isles when it's done here. And that makes it my problem too, so for the moment it seems we are to be allies. My name is Reaga. And the rest of you are...?"
Reaga you dolt! Put the gun down!
Reaga quickly placed his rifle in the compartment on his back. Some more clicking and the gun was safely locked in place.
Goth nodded at IQ. "Even if we find survivors, how will we get into Paragon? I mean, the 'miasma' is very powerful, all of us barely got away from it, what is so different now?"she asked him. She sighed once more, there was no way out of this situation.
IQ shook his head, "I do not know Goth. The only other place I can think of is Talos Island right underneath the statue of Talos. The last I had heard before all communication went dead was that the miasma seemed to not 'desire' if you will to go near it. Maybe that mysterious old shelter that is supposed to exist at the base of the statue still remains? Unless you all have heard something more.." IQ thought a minute and then had another idea.. "Wait a minute.." IQ mulled over his thoughts, "What about Pocket D??" His voice became filled with a bit of excitement. "It doesn't technically exist in this dimension so perhaps the miasma would not be able to get there! We can however! Most heroes I know have their special little Pocket D recall device on them at all times! Perhaps this is the solution we have been looking for! What say you all? Should we make the teleporting jump into Pocket D?"....
wonederful was about to leave when IQ's idea came out
"certainly, plus i have one"
with the aura still on wonederful summoned a portal to PD
"i hag a supergroup mate create a portal rather then me teleporting"
wonederful then pokes his head through the portal and looks at his companions and regea
"not good this is not good all the villains and heroes are fighting the miasma in there it got through by a small hole but the guys in there are fending off the small amount that gets in. so PD isnt really a good place. the question now is do we help the heroes and villains in their"
(OOC: the villains and heroes are NPCs for now til someone else joins but they arent NPCs like the long bow and a group of warriors)
As White Masque followed the spiderling, he briefly recalled his own tales as well. He had been born 6 minutes and 23 seconds ago. He even remembered WHERE! It had been right in the splat-middle of the warehouse! The first word he had said was 'errr...' The first person he had ever seen was Pure. White Masque felt very pleased with himself. He'd led a very good life up to this point. There were rules, but they were incredibly easy to not break!
It would be a shame when the game was up. Still, best make what he could of it.
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Reaga suddenly spotted one of his spiderlings rushing around the corner, zipping across the floor, and stopping at his feet.
Then he saw White Masque. The spectre glided noiselessly around the corner, and turned to face the villain. He didn't show up on either the density OR the air frequency readings. Aside from the fact that he was in plain view, he was right THERE in front of Reaga.
"And who would you be?" White Masque asked, his voice high-flown and almost angelic. The radiance that surrounded his body was unusually dull, his cloak seemed just like normal cloth-But his face was still entirely blocked from view by a surprisingly bright brilliance that hovered in front of the figure's hood.