Ebon, since I presume you've an idea of what path they'll take to get back to their Embassy, would you mind setting up the ambush until I can get some other people to join you? Darcy, it'd probably be best if you joined him.
Meanwhile, Elly and I, I think, can telewarp down there, follow the path of destruction, and hopefully the Exalted will have the sense to not attack us on sight. If not, I'll try to get to the point instead of yapping and blabbering like I normally do.
Not waiting to hear the comments and feedback on these assignments, Magtok opens up the umbrella, holds it out in front of him, and spins it about, generating a telewarp portal with this motion.
Let's go, I want to be able to walk in the lobby without getting shot by a non-AMENite again.
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"Stay back!" Anshu declares, just moments too late - Cerise enters the room behind him, and a mirror version of her soon steps out as well.
Anshu and his mirror-self settle into martial arts stances, their animas flaring, and the real Cerise gets behind him as her mirror image begins casting a spell.
Shrike, hearing Anshu's warning, quickly takes a few steps backwards!
"...what in the nine hells?" she mutters, seeing...mirror-Anshu and mirror-Cerise appearing. ()
And, unsure, brings her Daikalve around ready... "Need any help?" she shouts.
Jack, seeing that he might not be able to talk to Gordon right now, slips into the Yellow Road.
Mirror Area
At which point, Jack flits quietly up behind Shrike and goes to impale her. Once he hits, or is deflected/dodged, and only then, he says, "I think you need that a bit more, babe."
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Ebon Mirror orders his mecha-zombies to withdraw from the field below, and then he straightens up and goes down to lead them off to the proper destination.
[Mirror Room]
From behind Anshu, Cerise takes a deep breath and lets out a swarm of wasps that fly and swarm and sting mAnshu and mCerise, causing the latter to lose her spell. mAnshu lunges at Anshu, and the two begin a deadly martial dance, each knowing the perfect counter to the other's strikes.
Cerise, apart from breathing out her swarm of wasps, takes no offensive action against her duplicate.
Shrike, hearing Jack approaching, spins around at the last minute to parry his blade with hers...then grins.
"Oh, so it's you. Should have known you were here. Want to dance, grin-guy?"
And away they go! Through the portal and into the regions between, whereever the reality of portals are, to thier destination somewhere below! "What's the umbrella for?"
"You know I do." The bastard grins, wielding his blade with one hand, the other thrust out to his side. He takes a wide stance, holding the blade forward, his body angled diagonally from the hilt.
Then he lunges, striking, swinging the beautiful Object in a series of deadly arcs. These attacks come from many directions, graceful assaults designed to maim and hack at limbs.
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Shrike, meanwhile, brings her own orichilum reaper daiklave around to parry Jack's Object-ified blade, her own movements graceful and flowing, the clang of blade on blade ringing through the hallway. "Glad that it'll finally be a fair fight!"
"I know. Wasn't it a bit tedious with your little friends helping? A bit boring?" The two uber-weapons collide again and again, perhaps throwing off sparks with the speed and strength of the two combatants. Jack's hand ever-so-slowly moves towards his pocket.
The hollow Man dances back and forth in a similar stance, still twirling and thrusting the blade to match Shrike's attacks.
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
From behind Anshu, Cerise takes a deep breath and lets out a swarm of wasps that fly and swarm and sting mAnshu and mCerise, causing the latter to lose her spell. mAnshu lunges at Anshu, and the two begin a deadly martial dance, each knowing the perfect counter to the other's strikes.
Cerise, apart from breathing out her swarm of wasps, takes no offensive action against her duplicate.
The Anshus are still dueling; it seems that mAnshu is coming out behind. mCerise keeps trying to cast spells, but between the biting, distracting wasps and Cerise's countermagic, so far she hasn't gotten one off.
Anshu smiles thinly. This mirror may duplicate our forms and mimic our prowess to a degree, but it can't truly reproduce the full might of an Exaltation. Eventually, that difference will tell.
"Yeah! That was pretty rude, just ditching us. Didn't even say where he was going."
The vampire quickly spins around and looks for a trap set to kill them. Hm... nothing. Rot's out of ideas.
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Originally Posted by Julius Caesar, Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
((Well, Jack did leave them in front of Gordon's office door. If they want to help, they can just ask Rogar or Gordon himself.))
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"I know. Wasn't it a bit tedious with your little friends helping? A bit boring?" The two uber-weapons collide again and again, perhaps throwing off sparks with the speed and strength of the two combatants. Jack's hand ever-so-slowly moves towards his pocket.
The hollow Man dances back and forth in a similar stance, still twirling and thrusting the blade to match Shrike's attacks.
"Oh yes. Boring, indeed. It's been ages since I had a good challenge." Shrike grins broadly, suddenly lunging forwards with a surge of strength...
...wielding her Daiklave one-handed, the other with that huge, wicked dagger, lashing out at Jack's arm!
Doing fine, absolutely great. Me an' Jack bombed the celestial embassy, and then I met the guy who apparently represents the balance between good and evil. How are things around here?
The Moff turns to the two newcomers. So, tell me about yourselves. Favorite bit of villiany commited, number of orphanages destroyed, heros slain, et cetera.
Jack takes advantage of his speed, but with his other hand occupied, he only just manages to avoid having his arm severed. A gash appears in his newly-regenerated limb. He grunts and steps backwards, just a tad off-balance because of how quick he had to move so suddenly.
He swings and attempts to dash Shrike's weapons aside, as to avoid an immediate follow-up attack. In fact, if the dagger isn't magical or somesuch, it might simply be cut in twain. His feet fall steady again as his grin forms words. "Mm. I've found plenty of challenges in the Nexus, so far. It's good to have to actually work again."
__________________ The (somewhat) overdue avatar of Adir, my FFRP character, was done by Gulaghar. Thanks!
Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Ebon, since I presume you've an idea of what path they'll take to get back to their Embassy, would you mind setting up the ambush until I can get some other people to join you? Darcy, it'd probably be best if you joined him.
Darcy follows Ebon and gets caught up in his deadtime.
And away they go! Through the portal and into the regions between, whereever the reality of portals are, to thier destination somewhere below! "What's the umbrella for?"
AMEN's Front Door
Magtok looks at the gadget in his hands as if he's never seen it before Elly pointed it out just now.
Oh, this? It's my Ultrasonic MagBot Radio, Equipment Launcher, and Liquid Apprehension device. Makes telewarp portals, I can pull stuff from the MagCave out of it, and I can call for back-up whilst making someone's ears ring with the flick of a switch.
He closes the umbrella, nudges the front door open, and carefully steps inside, looking for some sort of obvious path that might lead him towards Anshu and his silly, pink-haired wife.
Oh, and it catches rain, too. Now we'd better hurry, Gordon's going to whine and moan and argue and breathe fire if he finds out about this plan before its inevitable fail-err, I mean glorious victory.
The vampire fixes Moff with a glare. He sniffs. Moff is a normal, blood-filled, human, right?
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Julius Caesar, Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Rot gives Moff an evil grin. Both of his fangs are very prominent in his slasher smile.
"You'd be surprised at what I could afford."
Not the wittiest banter, but Rot isn't exactly a genius. The vampire turns his attention to the other two, Rogar and, more specifically, Sweetums.
"Huh. An ogre. I had ogre once. Tasted like cardboard."
Not the subtlest man eating monster.
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Julius Caesar, Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
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