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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 9:04 pm
"Yeah, you take her there. I'm going to go to the area where Libra is located. Pisces can't seal anything anyway," he shouted out to Gatz as he left for the manor. But before scorpio left, he removed the glove on his left hand and placed it firmly on some ice. It sucked it all in and freed the airport and anything frozen from its icy tomb. He concentrated for awhile before extending his left arm into the air and releasing a large quantity of snow over the island. He then ran off in search of his sister Libra.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 9:44 pm
Kensu's plane touched down on a landing strip outside one of the terminals of the airport. Parking it, he exited down the runway and into the building. Normal routine, he did most of this without thinking too much about it. Once inside the airport, he glanced around. "Might as well do some exploring of the island... See where I'm gonna be spending the next few months."
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 12:10 pm
*on its way towards the beach nominally... Rake took flight not long after it was out of sight of the street, its massive wings beating at their fullest capacity to send it swiftly upwards, a straneg alteration flicking over its body. It seemed to become more refined and beautifully androgynous than ever as it flcikered out of reality for a few seconds to send itself instead to the airport*
WHY are people so easy to trick Rayth?
Cos I dont do MY job anymore.
Point. Whats happened?
A Wyrm line is currently being tampered with, nothing too major.
No?
Wyrm lines are the easiest to find considering they're where they are, and the heal faster. It wasnt the master line for this island, or the master line for the world, so dont sweat it.
One seal to go...
Right. About here should do it.
Like puppets... they dance for me.
I refuse to sing Metallica this early in the day.
Good, you sound like a strangled cat.
*Stooping on the runway, Rake lowered its hand to the tarmac and began to chant, grinning evilly as the seal materialised and took around it, turning the land black*
And now... we move onto phase two.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 4:58 pm
Gatz suddenly popped into existance, smiling at the daemon.
"Your sending mentioned something about salmon sandwiches," he began in a cheerful tone, "but I don't see any. Frankly I'm disappointed..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 12:01 am
Well, I dont like to buy and start eating before company arrives. Im sure we'll find plenty of time to find the airports cafe shortly. First... why are you trying to be a thorn in my side? Do you truly wish to suffer that much?
*It inspected its claws quietly, listening to an internal update from Rayth*
.: Sorry boss - misread. ALL the Wyrm lines are down. :.
.: Really? Well then I wont have to redecorate. It'll take a while to heal and the island should go a lovely dead colour until they do :.
.: The dragon lines shifted about about half a dimension, but the off shore anchors are taking the strain :.
.: Fine. Do me a favour and find Dante. :.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:58 am
"Your problems might be a little more complicated than that," Gatz said with a smile. "You see, much like broken bones, if you 'reset' a powerline so that it heals in the wrong places, all sorts of problems can occur..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 7:26 am
Not for me. I dnt mind a little bit of withering and decay in a place and I have every faith in the world to continue doing what it has done for countless aeons. Did you know the earth you stand is on is older than it actually is chronologically? But I digress.
Im not leaving, Im not gonna stop and Im not going to suddenly to decide to have a duel, joust or competition with anyone with wishes granted at the end. Not even if its rigged in my favour. Im not gonna contruct a super weapon, citadel with convenient secret passages and buttresses, nor am I going to send weak minions after people who annoy me. Im not going to suddenly develop any bizarre phobias or desires to marry whoever runs this place. In short... I am NOT your story time bad guy and I am NOT easy to get rid of, I suggest you learn to deal with it. You dont know what I am, who am I, where Im from or what my long term goal is. Suffice it to say stay out of my hair and I shall get my job done a whole lot quicker and maybe I'll even leave this place standing when Im finished. For now though... I need to see Dante.
*It reache dout, looking for the man it knew from the past, wondering if he was still at the pier*
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 10:49 am
"If you say so, Rake," Gatz replied with a shrug. "It's actuaclly kind of nice to meet up with a Daemon who's not so transparent in his or her motives, but I suppose that's what you get for having the tiny piece of humanity thrown into your mix. I have to wonder though..." he said with a grin, "if you don't mind wither and decay, how do you feel about earth shaking explosions? And when I say 'earth', I mean the Earth as a whole in this dimenion."
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 2:05 pm
*It shrugged.*
Where I come from, that'd end just about everything but you'll notice I'm not shaking in my boots right now. Another benefit of this so called 'humanity' you credit me with. I have resources, but I feel it would be in EVERYONES best interest NOT to destroy the only inhabited realm for some interstellar miles, dont you? Kind of a waste of matter, and easy meals, dont you think?
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 2:49 pm
"Oh, I don't know..." Gatz said, thinking about it. "In theory, if you ultimately manage to survive all of my friend's attacks they'll be dead, meaning I'd want revenge in the first place. Besides, there are some beings who have been trying to wipe out this planet their entire existence--I'm sure that someone, somewhere is going to be popping open the champagne when the place blows."
"--And it might not be so bad for life to start all over again," he said with a smile. "Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky and an entire planet of nekomimi will pop up this time. Ah, nekomimi..." he said with a wistful smile.
Gatz knew, however, that the lines of force where bound to snap and release their deadly load long before enough energy was built up to blow away the entire planet. Throwning energy into a spiral made it less likely to stay contained, after all. Of course the island itself was bound to be levelled... but he was hoping things wouldn't get that far.
(( confused It's occurred to me that since Rake is descended for Shinto deities that despite it's claims to the contrary, IT probably has a soul of some sort. In Shinto, basically everything has a soul... heck, even rocks have spirits in them. wink Obviously Rake doesn't have a moral conscience, but that's something entirely different. lol ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 3:25 am
((thats for Gatz to decide. Rake isnt likely to say exactly what it is or wether it does/did/lost a soul))
Well, you make your choice. I have a small infantile companion whose very tuned in to dragon and wyrm lines and he assures me I need not worry. If you decide you want to kill the island or flatten it, be my guest, but then doesnt that make you exactly the same as me? I'm not gonna be here forever. Destroying the place seems pretty pointless when I gather thats what everyone is trying to stop ME from doing. Now if you'll excuse me, I really DO have things to do.
*It snapped its wings open and beat them heavily three times, lifting its body from the floor. It's eyes turned white slowly as it started a gentle ascent, seeking its next target*
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:28 pm
Gatz simply smiled to himself and nodded happily as the Daemon took off and left.
"And so a gambit is made, and time rushes ever onwards..." he muttered to himself. The entity walked away whistling, starting to see things fall into place as he walked the path of chaos he had set things out on.
Meanwhile the vast currents of energy coninued to swirl around the island, growing more condensed and stronger in force...
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 1:33 pm
With a sigh, 99 trudged to the lot next to the actual airport. It was a rental place. If he was gonna be hoofin' it across the island time and time again, he wasn't going to do it on foot alone. That would leave him well behind the faster travelers. Besides...how can one barhop effectively without a mode of transport? He had to find them all somehow, and the faster, the better.
So he was now stuck looking over the selection of motorized vehicles available. He sighed...rental places sucked. He wished he had his custom bike on him...that thing was his pride and joy, next to the shotgun he had mounted on it. But it would be a few days before the bastards responsible for shipping it to him got to the island, so he'ld have to make do with an inferior ride.
Finally, he came to one bike that he liked. The fact that the place even had bikes was a stroke of luck, but this one was decent, for a tourist trap POS. He gave it a quick inspection, all the while evading the watchful eye of the airport security. He didn't want to be caught in the act he was about to perform.
When he was duly satisfied with the bike he had chosen, he began the bartering process. He whittled the price down and acted well like he was going to purchase it...then once the keys were in sight his hand darted out, snatched them, and with a smile he lightly backhanded the clerk. Given that his gloved held metal claws hidden inside, it was a painful blow that knocked the poor b*****d loopy. By the time he could shout coherently again, 99 had mounted the bike and revved the engine. He liked that feel. If he had the time, he might even take this one into the shop back home and get a hand in amping it up.
But for now he roared off in a most suicidal style, complete with the ramping off the security car, just for the hell of it. He was on a bike. He was a bike ninja. No rent-a-cop was gonna stop him when he was on a bike. It was just a pity it wasn't his bike...because if it was, there'ld be a lot more havoc involved in his relatively non-violent getaway.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 1:30 pm
A large air bus flew down to the island. It landed safely and all the passengers exited the plane; one of which was Vincent Rohaun.
The hunter retiree decided to move to the island, despite how much he hated hot weather, because it seemed like a logical place to relax for the rest of his existance.
He gathered his luggage minutes later after exiting the plane. He would have to wait for his furniture and other possessions to come by after he had secured a home. There was a few he had in mind, but none he had decided on.
Lugging his belongings on a cart, he hailed for a taxi and waited to be picked up.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 5:17 pm
Having looked away to light a cigarette, Quint missed the visitor in his sights, but upon looking at how the man came, he wondered how dense he is for missing it. Pulling up to the waved hand in a sea green Mitsubishi Galant, it would be assumed that the doors on a cab were unlocked, and thus they were.
Quint rolled down the windows, he spoke airily, Hey ya.
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