[Nexus] Inside 31

[Halae]

Scrapyard

Harnel chuckles and says, "I've got plenty of power, but there's instincts I can't fulfill. I was born without wings, and that's frustrating when my instincts tell me to do something with them. and..." He takes a deep breath, exhales violently-

and nothing but a bit of smoke comes out, though the back of his throat does brighten, As if lit by a campfire.

"Well, you can see."

[TechnoScrabble]

Scrapyard

Phil thinks for a moment.
"I'm not nearly as good with biology as I am with tech, and my magic isn't that strong, but I know a few powerful arcane casters I could introduce you to. Or I could make some sort of implant for you to have surgically attached to the glands that are supposed to produce the fire."

[Halae]

Scrapyard

"Whatever you think is best. I would, of course, be paying you for services rendered regardless, so It's up to you." Harnel looks hopeful at the prospect of getting a breath weapon

[TechnoScrabble]

Scrapyard

"I'd say you don't need to pay me but I really need the cash right now," Phil looks Harnel over twice more.
"I'd suggest visiting a wizard named Sigwhite o' the Gleam sometime, and see what he thinks."

[Halae]

Scrapyard

Harnel fishes in a belt pouch for a moment, pulling out something, but keeping it closed in a hand, "Where can I find Sigwhite?"

[TechnoScrabble]

Scrapyard

"Sigwhite's normally hanging out in Trog's or off adventuring with some group he's trying to spur to heroism. If he's not there or there, just think his name really hard and he always seems to show up."

Sigwhite is a powerful wizard who can shapeshift, turn into a dragon, and pop in at the best or worst of times, depending on how dramatic it is.

[The Bushranger]

Hotel

"I, um, kinda spilled the coffee?" Jamie admits sheepishly. "On my hand?"

[KerfuffleMach2]

Hotel

*blinkblink*

...

Delta gives a small smile.

Now why'd you go and do something like that?

[Halae]

Scrapyard

"Oh, he's one of those kinds of wizards," Harnel smiles and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I understand. Thanks for all your help. I'll talk to him after going to a temple about my hammer."

He holds out whatever he took from one of his pouches - It's four platinum coins. Perhaps not a huge amount, but that's certainly quite a bit, "Here."

[TechnoScrabble]

Scrapyard

Normally Phil would refuse to accept the money, but he needs to fund the repairs to his warehouse. He accepts the coins.
"Thanks. You have a good day now, alright?"

[Halae]

Scrapyard

"You too," Harnel looks at Iggy, who's still crawling all over Rho, "You may want to get down from there you know. besides, we still need to find a welder."

[The Bushranger]

Hotel

*blinkblink*

...

Delta gives a small smile.

Now why'd you go and do something like that?

Hotel

"I slipped?" Jamie says, sheepishly.

And, for the record, completely honestly.


....oh, no. She's developing the Quinnessence!

[KerfuffleMach2]

Hotel

Delta gives a chuckle.

Well, as long as you didn't hurt yourself too bad.

Oh, right, what Jericus said. I agreed to let him start the slow memory release thing. And he wanted to bring you along, too.

[TechnoScrabble]

Scrapyard

"You too," Harnel looks at Iggy, who's still crawling all over Rho, "You may want to get down from there you know. besides, we still need to find a welder."

Rho, who has been happily playing with Iggy up to this point, beeps sadly and moves to pick Iggy up and hand him to Harnel.

[The Bushranger]

Hotel

"I'll be fine," Jamie says quickly. "And...really? Cool! That's great! When are we doing it?"

[KerfuffleMach2]

Hotel

He said after breakfast.

((And deadtime for me.))

[Mina Kobold]

[Arkham Street - Hospital]

Reinholdt eyes widen to the size of saucer disks, and not because he's found the magical milk treasure. He scrambles backwards, knocking over a pencil container and nearly falling off himself.

"N-n-nooo. You're permadead. You can't. Even if you could Eve would protect her. I-I-I leave her alone!" Reinholdt scrambles forward to pounce at the mirror.

The reflection of Coralie smiles mischievously as he pounces and suddenly the mirror tip inwards, causing Reinholdt to fall through and onto a staircase behind it.

If he tries to move he will find his paws and the stairs are soaked in something.

[Reinholdt]

The reflection of Coralie smiles mischievously as he pounces and suddenly the mirror tip inwards, causing Reinholdt to fall through and onto a staircase behind it.

If he tries to move he will find his paws and the stairs are soaked in something.

"Eep!"
Reinholdt flails in midair, but to no avail. He'd probably still land on his feet, but the stairs seemed to be soaked so he slips even further and bounces a long a couple of steps until he manages to stop himself.
"Owwww...."

Smirking? Why... oh right. Masochist. Guy's insane. Guess that's why he's here though.

He finally stands properly and examines what the heck is soaking everything.

[Lord Magtok]

[Affidavit's Hangar]

"Oh really? Scrying you say? But what if I don't believe you? How about a simple test. Tell me how many creations are inside this hangar at the moment. If you have indeed been busy scrying merrily away you would no doubt know about all the secret rooms and should be able to answer my question within a few minutes." That invisible smirk is still quite definitely there. As it happens, Affidavit has no idea if Magtok is telling the truth or not, and can't write out the possibility that he does have magic. So...a simple test will solve that.

Oh, and speaking of eyes everywhere...

One of those tiny beetle creations Affidavit loves using is busy flying over towards Magtok, to tuck itself away in his dress robe and act as Affidavit's own little spy.

The drones, meanwhile, are finished with their repairs (yes, already, they work damn fast) and are making the journey back down.

"While you're busy scrying away, why not tell me of your fantastic villainous exploits? I'd love to know what sort of dark, evil things you're doing, while having to keep the empire and numerous other people happy. The finest acts of villainy ever seen, no doubt, while you huddle away in your little cave and act like everybody's friend!"

Magtok waves a hand, and the Wartok from earlier appears in the crystal ball, rampaging across the Stroffenburg complex with a vengeance.

This, right here? Proof that I'm so far beyond you, I can tear apart an entire privately owned psychiatric complex with absolutely no media attention or PR damage whatsoever. I could play fortune-teller all day if you want me to, but quite frankly, I think we both have better things to do.

He tosses the glass orb aside, not even watching as it shatters to pieces on the floor. He doesn't seem to have noticed the beetle, either.

So with that said, would you mind coming out of your hole and facing me? Pest control is so much easier when I don't have to go digging around all over the place to find your sort.

[Gnrlshrimp]

[Affidavit's Hangar]

"Oh look. A giant robot. There's something I've never seen before. I'll just pretend to be impressed then, shall I? Anything else you want to show off? Perhaps a giant laser goose to go with your giant robot?" Affidavit laughs, apparently not at all impressed by Magtok's little collaborative project with Warwick.

The beetle, meanwhile, hides itself as best it can in the cloak.

The drones, back on the floor now, depart for whatever duties require their attention.

Leaving the room empty, except for Magtok and the voice of Affidavit.

"If you want me to "come out of my hole", I'm afraid you're going to have to travel quite a distance. See, I've concluded that it's simply too dangerous to keep a base of operations on the Nexus itself. So everything I do, I do from far away, and then simply teleport in the required creations. So, short of preventing teleportation across the whole of the nexus, there is no way for you to stop me."

[Mina Kobold]

[Arkham Street, Kirkbride Sanitarium]

As the masochist kitty inspects the liquid he will see that it bears a distinct red colour and runs from the top of the stairs.

The stairs are soaked in blood.

it seems someone's been through here, though, as the children's handprints continue drapping the walls along with messages crying for help and pleading Reinholdt to stop them.

Whomever they may be.

[happyturtle]

Masks Temple

Xifra returns from her trip to AMEN, and goes to a private room. In her head, the whispers never stop.

[Reinholdt]

[Arkham Street, Kirkbride Sanitarium]

Reinholdt had suspected as much about the blood. Though now he can't tell what's his and what's not. Guess there's no point in worrying about that now.

Reinholdt carefully makes his way down the stairs, making sure not to slip again. "I'm coming Coralie."

[Mina Kobold]

[Arkham Street, Kirkbride Sanitarium]

The handprints lead to a door at the bottom of the stairs, flickering lights illuminating a thin stribe of the still running blood.

"Fiat peccata perducitur ad nos, scelesti domini!"

Calublufiok's chanting can be heard through the door, eerie words condemning Reinholdt and no doubt meant to cause much harm to Coralie.

[Lord Magtok]

Affidavit's Hangar

Magtok growls.

You're hardly one to talk about giant weapons, Mr. I'm So Proud of my Whale Submarine That Never Does Anything.

He then looks up, and smirks.

Then again, that wasn't really you, was it? I haven't spoken to the real Affidavit in years, have I? I mean, you're a pretty close approximation of the old geezer's personality, but I can see the subtle shades of difference there. The slightly off imitation of his laugh, the lack of any clear goal, agenda, or motive, your habits of congregating around people and places you have recorded in your memory...It's awful, knowing you're just some lines of programming, isn't it? I could end the suffering, if you just told me where to find you, y'know.

[Reinholdt]

[Arkham Street, Kirkbride Sanitarium]

The handprints lead to a door at the bottom of the stairs, flickering lights illuminating a thin stribe of the still running blood.

"Fiat peccata perducitur ad nos, scelesti domini!"

Calublufiok's chanting can be heard through the door, eerie words condemning Reinholdt and no doubt meant to cause much harm to Coralie.

Reinholdt frowns, trying his best to remember what spell that could be. He spent a fair deal of time with Calublufiok, but even the cat is not aware of the full extent of Cal's magical capabilities and range of choices. So he's not surprised if doesn't know.

He tries to sneak up to the door and open it just a tiny bit to peer inside. Stealth is his only option when dealing with the lich.

[Earl of Purple]

Battlefield of the Tyranny

Well, that's useful; a method of escape should it become neccessary. Nephrim will follow the guy with the rifle and lead it slightly so it's aimed where he will be when the bullet reaches the point it's fired at. If he goes down, she'll dive out the window and form wings to fly over there as fast as she can, going over buildings so the dead don't know where she is. She's clutching the rifle tightly to her chest.

If she did not hit him, however, she'll use the rifle to take her own life. From what she's heard, she'll die anyway and this way will probably be less painful. Needless to say, she hopes she hit him.

[UncleWolf]

Yellow Zone

The stasis mines only last about two minutes each, but there are several more still in the building that the slightest disturbance of rubble could set off.

((An apartment block? They've used up their rocket launcher (well, until they get time to reset the tubes, but they don't have that right now and don't plan on using the rockets again) All they did was blast a hole in a thin brick wall...))
"Please, we need to-KRUUUUH!" the flash blinds the commander and most of the other alien soldiers. They step back, blinking and clutching at their tempanic membranes. They had never encountered flashbags before, though they have an alien equivalent on hand. Their eyes won't take as long as human eyes to recover, but it still hurts like a bitch.

The two who aren't blinded step out from their cover and dash to help their comrades, if they see the human, they will run after him and try to catch him by the arm.

Yellow Zone

(He's exaggerating)

The two will see a man wearing green body armor, and with a symbol of a snake on his back. He's turned towards the voice of the commander, his shotgun ready, and fires a pair of solid slug rounds at him.

The other walkers surround the building.

City Gate

There's a lot of thermal and mid-level EM radiation from an anti-matter explosion, but as for wave-form radiation, like the ones the aliens are using? Not much. I'll go with it, though.

The infantry switch over to infrared laser-scan (which sends out a craptonne of infrared beams that let the aliens know where everything is, but don't show many details. Still, better than thermal or ultraviolet at this point) right as the grenades bounce off or sail over the funnel's shields. Four aliens are severely injured and thrown forward by the grenades despite their armor, and noone moves to help them. The multimeltas manage to hit one of the damaged tanks and fuse the chassis to the sphere wheel and kill the driver. One of the remaining nine tanks fires its sustained electro-maser cannon down the opening in the funnel at a wide sweep, a little bit higher than your average human head, but if there's anyone particularly tall, or any tanks, they might find themselves screaming 'Not in the face!'

The thick smoke will obscure much of the infrared beams, keeping their vision limited to about 10feet. The Imperial gunfire ceases for a moment, and then the attackers will see shadowy figures burst out of the smoke, assault rifles and lasguns firing. Their bayonets are all white-hot, and their monomolecular edges gleam.

Each one wears thick blood red body armor, and a gasmask. They sweep in from outside of the funnel, keeping the infantry between them and the tanks.

A man wearing black power armor, with a scarred face and shaved head, leads the charge. The little eye-visor he wears tells him that he, and everyone else there, will have recieved a lethal dose of radiation from the anti-matter. It won't kill them just yet, but they're on borrowed time.

And they'll make it all count.

As they charge, Jyarl activates their drug implants, pumping combat stimulants and painkillers right into their brains. When they get close enough, they'll begin hacking with their blades and gun-butts.

"FOR THE EMPIRE!!!

((sorry for the slow response, lost inspiration last night.))

[Gullara]

[Battlefield of the Tyranny]

When Nephrim takes the gun, the sounds of battle slowly fade. Silence reins for the first time in years. Then the shot is taken, it echoes through the ruined city. The speaker's body slumps down onto the stage, and as if on cue, the sounds of battle come rushing back.

All the combatant cease their fighting and rush toward the tower. Nephrim goes unnoticed as she flies toward the stage. When she arrives, she will find the man with the top of his head blown off. The body is decaying rapidly.

[Morty]

EE

Crissy giggles at that.
"Yeah, like, really. A little dirt, a little water, and pow, all fixed!"

Dorotha smiles a little at that. Maybe not literally. We don't want the golem to be a patchwork of bad quality clay. But close enough.