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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Raquar » Thu Feb 26, 2009 6:57 am

The group solved the puzzle in the blink of an eye, something that the boy was grateful for. The box dimmed and creaked open . . . and then the box was as it was before and everybody was clothed and geared up. It was almost as if they had never been without their gear, except that they had and now they weren’t. It was slightly confusing but the Long Arm did not pay too much attention to it, he had his equipment back and that was all that mattered. After some small talk the group started their ascension, some using the stairs, the others with wings spiraling up the central shaft. The boy kept a nice pace up through the stairs, it wasn’t a run but neither was it a leisurely stroll either. Demorian’s warning of an impending scuffle made it imperative that he be in almost tip top shape when he reached the top of the tower.

And reach the top of the tower they did. But they weren’t the only ones. There were six screaming . . . things baring their fangs at the group as they all reached the top. They made a hell of a ruckus that almost distracted the boy from the opening door. A contingent of troops marched in and formed up staring them down and brandishing weapons that looked highly unfair. Thankfully Demorian served as an informant and clued them into the entire legion’s weapons and advantages. It didn’t look like knowing would help a whole hell of a lot however, as the six things on the ceiling fired off a salvo apiece at the ex(?)-puppetmaster. He dodged them all but the giant hulking executioner motioned with his hand and the rogues or assassins or whatever leaped into action.

It probably wouldn’t happen, but it might be the case that if the Headsman were defeated it might sow the seeds of disarray or confusion or at least buy them a little time. That gave him a perfect opportunity to play with his new toy. The first order of business was to attempt to tilt the odds a little bit in his favor. He focused, zoning in on the headsman in the back. He opened with a Dek Anid, not noticing that it barely stirred the air around the Headsman let alone affected the beast, the boy had already focused his energy for an instant and unleashed a Wryneck. Shadows bubbled around the Headsman before a single black falcon soared upward, wings outspread elegantly. A single cry echoed before the bird screamed down, crashing in a wave of darkness over the Headsman. The monster stepped out of the attack looking not a whole lot worse for the wear as a MeJuk Rom erupted at the boy’s feet. It seemed like he drew a little unwanted attention.

The boy backed off a few feet, attempting to draw the monster into a one on one showdown. He rolled left to dodge the beast’s incoming swing only to find the blade of the axe come tearing down across his back taking a nice little chunk out of it. A hiss of pain escaped his lips as the Long Arm hobbled to his feet, his body tweaking awkwardly at the hunk of missing flesh in his back. Crouching down the boy sprang forward, his spear whipping around in an Ani Don. However he met with nothing but air as his skill spiraled out of control leaving him flailing his polearm around in midair. Thankfully the Headsman did not attack as the boy gathered himself. He crept left slowly, before a quick jagged thrust met the right side of the Headsman’s torso. Faster than should have been possible, the creature whipped the shaft of the axe into the boy’s midsection flinging him away.

The Long Arm rose slightly groggily, the thing hit hard, even when it was just shoving him away; but perhaps he had found a weakness. Attempting to exploit what the hoped was a good sign the boy slanted right and angled another thrust upward at the creature’s left armpit. It glanced off the thing’s armor and then it found his hand. The boy was incapable of moving for a few moments and it was more than enough time for the Headsman to swing his axe into the side of his skull. He crumpled immediately, his life force rushing out of his body. Before his body had hit the ground the Headsman had shoved its food into the boy’s chest sending the body of the recently deceased tumbling down the stairs. It was more an insult than anything.

(OOC)
1 Headsman (94%)
3 Spearman (100%)
6 Rogues (100%)
6 Turrets (100%)
Level 28 Long Arm
Archspear, Newt Necklace, Smith's Gloves, Wyrm Scale, Kuja's Thong Dress
EXP: [700/1000]

WISHLIST
Levels
Weapons: - All
Armor: Head - Scarab Earring
Body - Nothing until Mid 30's. Ninja Garb Hand - Nothing until Mid 30's. Leg - Nothing until Mid 30's.
Items: Cooked Biles, Darkness Scrolls (Any and All)

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Locke
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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Locke » Sat Feb 28, 2009 3:23 am

Libra’s eyes traced the pattern of the box as he watched it slowly opened, the pattern making itself clearer beneath his silver eyes. Rather, Baron’s silver eyes- the AI’s form was closely similar, so it felt like he was himself again. Regardless, he watched carefully as the box opened, wondering what the effect of “Pandora’s Box” would bring. In mythology, he calmly recalled, Pandora’s box had all of the evils in it, all of the evils of the world that, when opened, were released to plague humanity. In the bottom, though was hope. So what would this box do? Would it curse the openers with some horror, but provide a sliver of salvation? Or would the object fail to live up to its mythological counterpart. A hint of curiosity tinted Libra’s calm expression as the lid flipped open…

Libra blinked in surprise, as if something had happened in the last few minutes but he hadn’t been there for it. Looking down at himself, the AI realized that he was back in his old outfit, straightening the black jacket across his shoulders to a more comfortable position. The golden omega on his chest shimmered lightly in the wan light of the dungeon, Libra’s own mark upon the character data he inhabited. Feeling more comfortable in his usual outfit, the AI allowed the soft white-feathered wings on his back spread as well, their use unrestricted now that Pandora’s Box had been opened. Flapping them once to allow his feet to leave the ground, he sighed softly with a smile and looked over at the others. Sheena seemed to already be heading for the staircase leading upwards, as the newly-clothed Demorian had indicated, and so Libra followed on his own, lifting himself up on his wings to ascend to the heights. It wasn’t a long trip, and soon his feet rested upon the platform at the very top. He wasn’t the first to arrive, though he was far from the last as well.

Immediately after they arrived, though, things got ugly. A siren of sorts was going off, and several foes appeared on the far end of the room. A quick lecture from Demorian on the weapons was all well and good, but Libra was already sizing up the various opponents, determining his best bet for an opponent. The axe-wielding Headsman was definitely too much for him- in close range, even with his superior speed, Libra knew he probably wouldn’t stand a chance. The AI didn’t want to tangle with one of the rogues either- they were faster than him, and the blades that they held weren’t to be trifled with. That left the spearmen, and to Libra, they seemed like the best bet for a target.

Libra lunged forward in a quick movement, Baron's Bloody Blades leaping to his hands as he quickly adjusted to their heft. It had been a long time since the AI had fought at all, but nonetheless he felt more confident after a moment spent gripping the familiar weapons. Moving immediately up to one of the spear-wielders, Libra aimed a quick sweep-kick at his feet even as one of his blades came around at the same time for a slash at the man's torso. The kick was caught by the pole of the spear, but the AI’s slash cut across the spearman’s stomach with a splash of blood as a Critical Hit was also scored. Libra’s face was impassive, but somewhere inside of him, Baron shivered at the sight of the blood, wondering if they were hurting a real person. Libra realized that his host was finally taking interest in his surroundings, even negatively, and started to talk with him, but the spearman used the momentum from his kick in a quick counter. The blade of his spear flashed for a moment before coming around to take a piece of Libra’s shoulder with it. Pain flared in a hot wave and a jolt of… something going through his body. Both Baron and the AI winced at that, and the Twin Blade retreated into the depths of his mind again.

Damn it… I’ll deal with that later. Celeste, Silverel, see to him. I’ve got something else to focus on right now.

Libra raised his hand, lightning crackling around the gloved fingers as he recalled Demorian’s words. If the spears made the next attack miss… then it needed to be one that could afford to be wasted. That way, the more useful and potent attacks would be able to land while the worthless ones defused wherever. Indeed, as he expected something… shifted and his attack went off in another direction, the electrical tornado sparking harmlessly off to the side. However, one of the turrets seemed to take notice and retaliated, a MeRue Rom exploding around the AI as the monstrous thing sent its magic his way. Diving out of the storm even as ice shards scraped at his skin and left bloody scratches all over his body, Libra rolled to the side, noting both the damage to his body and the mark that his HP gauge had dropped to. Oozing wounds were open across his chest, arms, and face, but none of them were in a spot where they’d be threatening anytime soon. That much was good.

Leaping forward again, Libra slashed his blades out in an X-shaped strike, one blade striking just before the other went under his first arm. Both opened deep cuts in the spearman’s chest, blood dripping from them again. Once more, Baron stirred, but not as much as he had before. Well good, maybe he’d have the sense to realize that this wasn’t just something he could hide from- though it was something neither the boy nor his AI companion liked, it was necessary. It was that or die, and the latter was inexcusable.

It doesn’t justify it either…

Baron’s argument was like a whisper at the back of Libra’s mind, but it was a start for the time being. It seemed like once the initial depression had passed, the Twin Blade was starting to regain himself again. The AI left Silverel and Celeste to deal with Baron while he focused on the spearman, his weapons coated with a layer of dark energy as he danced around the spearman in a barrage of rapid attacks, the Twin Darkness technique tearing at the opponent’s chest and arms. Blood flowed freely from several cuts, and though the attacks all landed with a fair degree of accuracy, none of them were particularly serious. It was the disadvantage to being a Twin Blade- unless things went right, two daggers weren’t very good for deep, meaningful damage, but for quick hit-and-run attacks to wear down the opponent.

A grazing blow to Libra’s leg caused him to wince as the weapon tore against one of the tendons in his thigh, causing him to drop to one knee, gasping at the pain and holding the wound shut with one gloved hand. Slashing out with his blades in an attempt to drive the spearman back while he healed himself, the AI felt that same sense of shifting, like something was wrong, and his slash was way off-target. Still, the spearman gave him some berth, and a La Repth spell rose up to shine over the various members of the prison group, restoring health to everyone within range. The spell even closed over the cut on Libra’s leg, allowing him to stand freely again. It was perfect timing too- the spearman was raising his weapon to stab at the AI again. Libra danced back, his feet carrying him just beyond the range of the strike. Even as the spearman stumbled from the motion, more lightning filled his adversary’s hand, though with a much stronger intensity. A gesture sent bolts of energy from the ceiling onto the guard while he was off-balance, and his frame was wracked with spasms from the impact.

While he had the moment, Libra slashed out at the spearman’s face, eliciting another protest from Baron, this one a bit more animated than the first. However, the man dodged back, protecting his face, though his chest got a good deal of the slash, blood splashing across the ground in an arc of crimson. However, with the way that the slash angled, Libra found himself off-balance, perfect for the spear that came his way, driving into his middle and tearing a deep wound past his ribs. He was slammed to the ground as the spearman put weight properly on his weapon, before said spear was withdrawn and a kick to the head sent every one of the AI’s senses reeling.

Staggering, trying to recover, Libra tried to buy himself some time, sending a badly-aimed Gan Zot between him and the spearman while the hand that wasn’t clutching at his wound dug through his inventory. Finally, he uncorked one of the Healing Potions that he found, downing it and letting the item restore his HP and mend all of his injuries. Pushing himself back to his feet, the AI slashed out with one of his weapons, barely grazing the spearman’s stomach, and was greeted by another stab to his middle. Rather than waste his sole remaining Healing Potion, Libra clutched at the wound with one hand and switched weapons so that the Fishskin was foremost, magic already shining between his fingers.

A Rai Rom shot up again, just off target but doing some minor damage from a minimal hit. That wasn’t the point, though- the spell behind it was. A Merrows erupted from the air behind Libra, the coiled serpent releasing a burst of Rue energy at the spearman and sending him reeling back, unable to even return the strike. While he was off-balance, Libra started forward to attack, his SP literally at 0, but he was interrupted by another MeRue Rom that sliced at his skin. Backing off and out of the tornado, bleeding and feeling light-headed from blood loss, the AI knew he had to finish things off before he passed out. Downing a Mage’s Soul quickly and switching his armor once again, Libra sent a pair of opposing spells to mix against the spearman, the Vulcan and Merrows summons bursting into being. The latter was the usual coiled serpent, but the former was a new arrival, a dragon whose wings made up where its arms should be, a wyvern in the typical sense. A gout of flame burst forward right behind a frigid snowstorm, and the guard was simply annihilated. There weren’t even ashes left after the attacks passed.

Libra smiled, seeing his opponent down, but the sense of dizziness hit him again, and he realized just how much of his blood was splashed across the floor. Fumbling around, trying to draw a Health Drink from his inventory, the AI fell to his knees, his vision blurring.

Damn it… should have… acted sooner…

Libra felt his face impact the hard, cold ground beneath him, his vision nearly black as he struggled to get up. However, the injuries from the dozens of cuts across his body combined with the large, gaping wound across his stomach had been too much for him to handle, though, and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness…

You tell me death’s not the answer, and here you are dying now? Hypocrite.

Control of the body suddenly vanished from Libra’s grip as his consciousness, still bearing some of the pain from the injuries, went black and faded into temporary silence. However, another mind, the original owner, took hold and climbed to his feet. Baron shuddered under the sudden shock of the bloody wounds across his body, nearly passing out there, but he quickly pulled a Health Drink from his item stock and downed it, gasping at the sudden relief that the item brought. The wound in his stomach was less serious, a few of the cuts across his body had vanished, and he was suddenly more alert. Sighing in relief, the Twin Blade sank to one knee, observing the battle around him, trying to recover some strength before he went back into the fray. The boy’s demeanor had changed subtly with the shift in control, a more determined and cautious feel to his face instead of the resolved calm features that Libra had expressed before. It was clear that things were certainly different now.

Baron was back.

((OOC junk:

1 Headsman (Slightly Damaged)
2 Spearmen (2 Unharmed, 1 Dead)
6 Rogues (6 Unharmed)
6 Turrets (6 Unharmed) ))
Character Information
Baron | Level 47 Twin Blade [100/1000 EXP] | 891 HP / 265 SP
Weapon: Fishskin
Armor: Emperor's Crown/Bone Armor/Thunder Gloves/Ninja Anklet
Accessories/Books: Ethereal Angel Wings, Silver Grunty
Skills: Thunder Coil, Gale of Swords
Spells: Merrows, GiRai Don, BiVak Rom, GiGan Zot, Rai Don, Ani Don, Duk Lei
GP: 750 (As of 8/2/15)
Wishlist: Nny Scales, Lucky Shoes, Saint Cross, Greave Sticker, Pet EX-Levels/Spheres(!)

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Dien
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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Dien » Tue Mar 03, 2009 6:25 am

This was too easy, he thought, watching as Phoenix slid the last pieces into place. He’d walked Senna through a few steps in it, though the fact that everyone hadn’t jumped at such a simple puzzle was puzzling to him in itself. Maybe they thought it was a trick? Or maybe they truly thought they wouldn’t be able to solve it?

Not everyone’s a hacker prodigy, Jed, he heard resounding through his head. A moment’s consideration went into figuring out just what the AI meant by that, but ultimately, she was right: not everyone ticked like he did. Still, the puzzle had been almost painfully simple. Given a few minutes with it, any one of them could have finished it. Or were they just too unconfident to even try? Half of them were still sitting on the wall, not even bothering to so much as look at the puzzle. If he hadn’t pulled Senna over, she probably wouldn’t have tried it.

They’re all a lot smarter than they give themselves cre- The thought paused mid-syllable, and all at once it was as though he’d just been woken—rudely—from a nap. What he had been thinking carried over as nothing more than the quickly discarded remnant of a dream, and the disorienting feeling of déjà vu washed him over. He took a moment to recount what had unfolded to land him where he was: the encounter with Suraisu; the battle in Mac Anu; chasing Marionette’s shadow through random dungeons; dealing with Hakouin and Leek; Nall getting kidnapped; all of them getting kidnapped; waking up in jail with a hangover; Danielle’s return…wait, where was Danielle?

That-t-t w-was reck-eckless-s-s, she stuttered silently, and for once the blademaster couldn’t tell if she was talking about them just solving the puzzle, or the puzzle’s design. The instantaneous reboot it had forced on all of them was primitive for getting their inventories back to them—like the forced restarts he’d written out of the old Windows XP system. For a moment he considered the options, and guessed it made sense that they’d need that kind of reboot to re-enable the players’ menus and the like. Ironic that though the world had practically moved past registry systems, The World hadn’t. Seemed like it had taken its toll on the AI that resided within him, as well.

You alright Danielle? he asked, yawning slightly and stretching to get his garments to settle properly, you’re kinda stuttering…

Oh I’m-m just dandy-dy-dy, she retorted, most of m-my code was ov-v-verwritt-tten and corr-r-r-rupted-ed. There was a pause, a slight click, and she continued, fortunately you’re quite the programmer, and these auto-repair routines are working wonders. He didn’t mind the compliments, and just so long as neither of them would be terribly inhibited by it, he didn’t mind her repairs either.

Oh, and did you get those repairs done? he asked, only to receive confirmation moments later, and the blademaster’s eyes fell upon the restored Demorian and his tightly-tethered costume. Elegant in an odd manner, and very definitely a departure from the character who’d told them of Nall’s capture. That fact alone cast the man in suspicion. Sekai had said she would trust him blindly, but such a thing was dangerous, especially with how big the hacker society was. There was a chance this was all a bigger ploy for Demorian to gain advancement in said society, but for now they couldn’t worry about that. The man darted up the stairs, and it was the responsibility of the Freedom Fighters to follow if they wanted to get out of there. For Dien, he’d just have to trust that if Demorian really was out to screw them over, Sheena and Nighthand would be powerful enough to take him down.

Nighthand took off next, and the group began to follow suit, ascending the stairs in an attempt to keep up with their fearless leaders. Demorian was already well ahead, as were the group’s fliers, twinblades, and fistfighters. Sighing as he grabbed Zanzamas from his inventory, the blademaster activated its speed-boosting skill and buzzed up the staggered platforms. Three revolutions about the inside of the shaft, and he noticed Senna at a near standstill before him, trying desperately not to focus on the now considerable clearance they had from the ground.

Right, he thought, stopping next to her towards the inside of the shaft, acrophobia.

“You alright, Senna?” he asked.

She let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah. Sure. Heh. It’s just such a nice view from here,” she joked, even though from the paleness of her cheeks Dien could tell she was anything but alright.

“…no you’re not,” he remarked flatly, crossing his arms, “your eyes haven’t left the staircase in front of you since I noticed you.”

“And you know why,” she replied ruefully, “though the person we’re following doesn't exactly help. Any advice for whistling past a graveyard?” The blademaster paused, considering his options for a moment. The most apparent was simply throwing the girl over the edge and giving her a few feet to get over her fear. Falling in this game didn’t necessitate death. Might hurt a bit, but it wasn’t worth staying stuck to a wall over. But that would be heartless. The sounds of battle echoed down from overhead, and the blademaster sighed.

“Let me carry you,” he said, turning to lean over the edge and looking up to the top of the shaft.

Her eyes widened in panic. “No. Oh no, no way. You just go on by; I’ll get up there soon enough.”

“Not likely,” the blademaster remarked again, turning to face her, “‘sides, it sounds like you could be really useful up there. So how ‘bout it?” He offered his hand, a sympathetic smile crossing his face, “I won’t drop you.”

“Not! The! Problem!” she said, edging unsteadily up another stair, seeming if possible more stressed by that possibility than the heights themselves.

“If you’re gonna move at that pace, then you really don’t leave me much of a choice,” he said, tucking into a tackle and heaving her over his shoulder as he stood upright again. She was lighter than he’d thought, which would make this easier and faster.

“Gah!” She struggled for a moment, which made the blademaster holding her have to plant himself firmly on the stairs to keep his balance – until she caught sight of the vista of the room below them which this new vantage afforded her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she said, “Put me down, or so help me I will NEVER forgive you. This is embarrassing!”

“Once we get to the top, I will,” he said, taking the next step, and awkwardly figuring how to shift their combined weights to move upward. It was gonna be a workout, but it would be good, “just hold on.” And with that he was off, more jumping up the stairs than anything as he took them two and three at a time around the room, moving ever higher.

“Ghhh…why do they DO this?” She asked unsteadily, having apparently resigned herself to the situation for the time-being.

“Same reason they kept us in uncomfortable thong loincloths,” he replied, “it’s just one more mental block to get over. Now ask yourself what’s more embarrassing: showing off your assets to people you hardly know, or being carried up a tall, narrow, precarious flight of stairs?” He’d settled into a rhythm now, and was making good progress—about halfway to the top.

“Being carried,” came the answer, flat and without hesitation. “Those clothes…I’ve seen less on people at the beach, haven’t you?” The blademaster paused a moment. He couldn’t honestly remember the last time he’d been to a beach. It was a long time ago, and the only memories he’d had were a blur of yellow and blue.

“I’m from Pennsylvania,” he responded, his breathing starting to show the effort he was having to put into carrying the girl, “we didn’t go to the beach too much, but I still don’t think they make bathing suits worse than what we were wearing…”

“I must go to the right beaches then. Or maybe wrong. Ugh,” a pause, then: “Pennsylvania. It’s weird to associate an outside place with…with this group, you know?”

“A bit,” he said, fighting mentally to keep the rhythm he’d developed going, “it’s ‘cause most of us have forgotten why we’re fighting. I’ve got a family and friends to get back to; a real world with a real sky, beaches, trees, and where my fate isn’t constantly in the hands of maniacal tyrants.” His thoughts paused as he kept running, and then he asked, “…so, you’re used to wearing less than that?

“W…well, not all the time!” Now she sounded flustered. “Just you know…swimming, or, or parties. An…wait. How old are you? Or shouldn't I ask?”

“Old enough to be asking,” he replied, his creased lips curving ever so slightly, “I was eighteen when I was trapped in the game. Since there’s no telling how much time has passed since then, I could still be eighteen, or I could be about twenty. It’s another world, though,” he paused, “so I guess it makes no difference that you frequently ran around in the nude.”

She tried to swat him, but the angle was too poor. “Yes, that’s exactly it. Running around nude was a popular pass-time at my college. Was hoisting protesting women one at yours?”

“Only when they’re afraid of staircases,” he replied, not missing a beat after her slap and despite having never been to college, “though what’s your Alma Mater? Sounds like a fun place…”

“Since my ‘alma’ is here right now, I guess you can take that as you will. Ugh. Are we almost there?” The blademaster sighed in response, his breathing beginning to be labored as he strained to keep the rigorous tempo he’d set. They couldn’t be too far from the top, though looking out to confirm that suspicion was something he didn’t want to risk.

“I think so,” he said, trying to glance past her to see the opening, which was not a good idea. The next step he took slipped off the stair to the one below, and their momentum sent them into a tumble, countless bruises evolving on either player’s characters as their bodies tried to convince the stairs to catch them. Senna had somehow wound up with her back against the wall, but Dien was thrown towards the inside. His waist dangled over the edge as his hands strained for something to grapple. Quick thinking produced a sword in one hand, which he stabbed into the rock of the stairwell as hard he could, burying the blade in that stair up to its hilt. It slid an inch or two and then jerked to a stop, the sweat being produced in his hands not helping his case as the jolt transferred down his arms to the rest of his body. His whole body now rested on the integrity of that level six rare weapon that was plunged into the stair that he could barely see.

“Holy…Dien? Oh for…” Perilous as it was to hang over the edge, the sounds of tearing cloth and the shift in his sword’s balance made him curious as to just what the longarm was doing.
“Hold…on. Jeeze.” There was another tear, and her hands grasped his arm, which was twisted awkwardly to support his weight. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Sure. Heh.” He mimicked her statement from earlier, “I’m just fine, though I appreciate the help.” With a bit of effort, they managed to pull the blademaster back up onto the stairs, and when he noticed the torn fabric of her pants figured out just what had happened. “Probably would’ve been easier to shimmy out of your pants,” he said, taking a breather before standing to pull his sword out, “I mean, since you’re so used to it and all…”

“It seemed an unneeded waste of time to get out and in again when you were insisting on us getting to the top as fast as possible,” she retorted, the barest hint of a grin on her face. “Speaking of which—” She glanced ceiling-ward.

“Six or seven more times around,” he commented, resheathing his sword and offering the girl his hand, “now, shall I tackle you again, or would you prefer I carry you in my arms?”

She looked like she was going to argue again, then her shoulders slumped in defeat. “This is so humiliating,” she muttered, which was probably as close to a straight answer as she was likely to give.

“Would’ve been worse to run onto the battlefield pantsless instead of with a massive tear running up the center of your legs,” he replied, heaving her into his arms in front of him, “probably better if you wrap your arms around my neck—it’ll make running up these stairs a good deal easier.”

She complied, hesitantly. “Let's hurry?” She asked, adding in a mutter, “I need to kill something…”

“That’s the spirit,” he said cheerfully, trying to rub it in as best he could, “Ap Do.” And with that he was off, the sprint easier now that she was in front of him instead of over his shoulder. The trip lasted another two minutes, and when he reached the top he let her down, breathing heavily and taking a minute before looking to their opponents. “You’re welcome,” he panted.

“Thanks,” she said belatedly. “You okay? Set for…whoa.” Whatever she was asking was forgotten as she looked at the battle they'd arrived at.

“Yeah,” he replied, looking up with his hands on his knees, sweat pouring from his brow as his breathing slowly settled, “I’ll call in a favor at some point down the line. For now, let’s just do some murder.”

She grinned humorlessly. “Sounds good.”

It was then that Dien caught a glimpse of everything that was going on around them. For once in their careers as Freedom Fighters, the group was outnumbered by opponents who weren’t controlled by a machine. At least he thought. There was one opponent who appeared to be the leader of this bunch; a large man wielding an axe. The others around him seemed inconsequential—they could wait. When dealing with a boss in the midst of a bunch of other enemies, traditional tactics suggested finishing him off before messing with the others in the group. But this was hardly a traditional battlefield. No, with the rest of the harem flitting about them, it would be smarter to destroy the small fry first.

Only, the boss was eyeing him down. There was a fire in the man’s eyes that mirrored the glow that had rekindled about Dien: he was pissed that they’d gotten out. No way to know how strong this one was, either. It would be best to prepare for the worst, and the blademaster’s best bet would be to go for a full Vak set. Such a feat would give him the single highest elemental stat of their group, and would give the newest attack in his inventory quite a bit more bite.

“So you're the chair of the welcoming committee?” Dien asked, walking towards the man and twisting his sword anxiously, quickly switching all of his equipment to allow access to the pre-fight Aps that had saved his life in countless duels. It would take about half of his SP to activate them all, and up to twenty seconds if they overlapped. He’d be cutting it close.

“You could say that,” the man said, his voice surprisingly melodic for his bulky form. Didn’t catch Dien too off-guard, though as to be expected, it was unexpected.

“Pleased to meet you,” Dien said, bowing tauntingly low, even for the still large distance between them. He looked up, “I'm Dien.” This guy seemed the apathetic executioner, which his next remark confirmed.

“So?” The large axe fell to his side, denoting just how unconcerned he was about the annoyance of a blademaster. Hell, he wasn’t even annoyed at Dien, he considered him to not even be there.

“I just wondered whose name I should carve into your headstone,” he said, smirking cockily, “Ap Do. Ap Vakz. Dek Vakz-” The spells began to fire, before the man cut him off. Charging forward, he was very suddenly in front of Dien.

“Yours,” and the man’s axe caught the blademaster’s arm, rendering it useless for the time being and hurling him across the arm. It was one hell of a cut, spending half of the blademaster’s hit points to take the blow. He sprawled to a stop on the floor, blood smearing behind him. Rig Seam and Rig Geam had not been cast, and they would desperately help his situation. Performing one more armor switch, they were silently applied, and the blademaster shoved his good arm into the restored pouch at his side to give his HP one more boost before taking on the boss again. Well no, he’d simply been ill-prepared to deal out the damage he needed to—or to take it, for that matter. One more equipment change, and he re-fixed his gaze on the man.

At once he was off, only a very few seconds having passed since he’d been shot across the room. The distance was closed quickly, and Dien’s Jinsaran was ablaze, the skill depleting a good portion of what still remained of his SP. He wouldn’t last too much longer at this rate. Even if he was to direct the majority of his skills’ power towards physical attack, he was against a heavy axeman who, by the feel of things, was a good thirty levels above him. God, why couldn’t Zan be here? If anyone would be able to wrestle with this behemoth besides their usual power players, it would have been him and the raw power of Garou.

Blade met blade, and every ounce of his skill was dissolved into the guard’s axe, which he promptly brought down in an effort to crush the blademaster. Dien’s eyes opened a click wider, and he slid too one side, barely avoiding the brunt of the damage and taking the hit to his side instead; which nearly cleaved him in two. The result was a complete halving of his HP, and a lot of blood lost. Danielle wanted to say something, but the fighter silenced her for a few more moments, re-lighting his blade and opening a Vak Revolver into the man. It was more raw attack power than it was an actual Vak Revolver, and as its path took it to the man’s armor twice, he merely laughed. It was staggering, and the blademaster had it.

His teeth were born in something between a grimace and a smirk, as the two emotions played across him in the heat of the moment. He bounced back a foot or two from his point-blank range, and could feel the power within him rising up. All at once, the most powerful attack in his inventory is unleashed, a straight line of pure fire shooting straight forwards towards the man. Given the statistical advantages he had and the sheer strength of the summon spell—not to mention the possibility of an elemental critical—there was no way this wouldn’t hurt him. He would respect Dien; he would be made to respect him. But…why wasn’t he burning? A step had been taken to one side, which sent the summon flying towards the ceiling where it disappeared quietly without consequence.

The blademaster’s eyes widened as he breathed heavily, only to have a barrage of stone fall upon him. Blast after blast pummeled his body as the Rig Seam struggled in vain to undo the damage. But before he could even fall to the floor, his remaining HP was stripped away by the axeman’s attack. His weapon bore heavily into his gut, pushing him all the way to the wall and ending his life. Shock had set in, and the blademaster clung to life a bit longer than he should have, doubling over and watching as his body fell lifeless to the earth. He hadn’t even hurt the man? How…

He’s twice your level at least,” the girl chimed in, “you’d have to be really lucky to land a hit on him, let alone get any damage.

“It’s not about that, Danielle,” he replied, pushing his newly-ghosted form out of his body and reclining against the wall that had been freshly painted with his blood, “it was a battle of pride.”

One of those ‘human things,’ right?” she asked, and he looked up as she appeared next to him, “I’ve just about given up trying to understand you.

“Isn’t it built into your code, though?” he asked, and she shrugged, “oh, and was there something you wanted to tell me earlier?”

That blade is more lethal than it looks,” she responded, glad that he’d remembered, though slightly annoyed that he showed no qualms about shutting her out, “if he’d hit you in the right place, it wouldn’t have mattered how hard he’d hit or how much HP you had, you’d have been dead anyway.

“Oh,” the blademaster replied, “good to know if I get a second shot at fighting him.” It wasn’t likely. If he were revived, he would take the opportunity to take out the smaller, support beacons that lined the ceiling, and maybe a few of the other guards as well. He might be more useful that way, but right now he was dying more than he was killing. That needed to be reversed.
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1 Headsman (93%)
3 Spearman (100%)
6 Rogues (100%)
6 Turrets (100%)

And on a side-note, I am opposed to dice-roll battles.)
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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Takua » Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:23 am

Takua didn't quite expect the sudden blackout that came when the box was opened. Indeed, when he woke up, he was looking around frantically for the reason behind it, not immediately equating the opening of the box to the blackout. His natural paranoia wasn't helping much, nor were his hallucinations, and he ignored them (or tried to) as he equipped his most powerful armor, spells and other accessories. Now he felt like he could do something, which he was very happy about. After all, it wasn't like he had some awesome ability like the rest of the Freedom Fighters seemed to. That, from what information he had gathered, seemed to come with time. Time that he hadn't had just yet.

That prompted a new question...how much time had passed since he had been knocked out? Had Ian checked on his body yet? If not...well, Gillian would be in for a rather nasty shock when she came home that day. Fuck, well, he hadn't tried sending a flashmail yet, but given that he was in the Elites' home server, he wasn't that comfortable sending something like that at the moment. Maybe if they could get back to the regular servers he could send one, or if they got out of the death row that they were in. Or perhaps he was just being incredibly paranoid again, thinking that, perhaps, the Elites could read each and every Flashmail. But that was silly...or was it? After all, they only had to watch for those coming from the Freedom Fighters...oh fuck it, he was just going to wait until they were out. That way he could stop this paranoia from taking over him as he hoped that he didn't make the wrong move.

Since the rest of the group was headed up to the top, he put on his Ruem Wings and reveled in the freedom of flight. It wasn't like he could do that in the real world, but here, not only could he fly, but he could feel the wing against his face. Definitely a plus. Of course, it would be more of one if they weren't inside of this huge prison, but that was besides the point. One more reason to get out, so that he could try flying around. It was a little cold having wings of ice attached to his back, but it wasn't that bad at all. Maybe it was because the ice wasn't anything more than aesthetics, because it just didn't bother him.

It didn't take him that long to get to the top by flying, although Nighthand was ahead of him, carrying another Wavemaster from the looks of it. That was interesting...who the heck was he? Probably one of the other Freedom Fighters, except that he looked a hell of a lot more fucked up than almost everyone else. Well, he'd probably have a lot of time to learn once they got themselves free, everything hinged on that though. He shook his head, trying to get the sudden paranoid thoughts that swirled around his mind out of it, hoping that he wasn't really walking into a trap. They were stuck here as well, he told himself, and they wanted to get out. Sekai and Zan were from these people, Raquar was too, things should be fine since they had vouched for them...right?

He wasn't happy once they got to the top though. A fight, right now, didn't appeal to him at all. It wasn't exactly the pain that bothered him, although he didn't like pain at all, but it was just that...he couldn't take a fight right now. But he was in a war and he had to fight. Yet fighting seemed like such a bad idea right now...talk about a way to heighten your paranoia, there were people trying to kill you, and, technically speaking, paranoia was a survival tool...but he would also be paranoid about his allies. That wasn't what he wanted, but it was what he had.

He decided on one of the dagger wielders as his first target. He didn't like the idea of his stats being diminished as the fight wore on, and decided, rather abruptly, to obliterate one. He swiftly discovered, in the process of casting spell after spell, that they also had a ridiculous ability to dodge his spells. Sure, he died in just a few direct hits, but getting those direct hits hadn't been that great. Plus, it had been the weird humanoids up on the ceiling that were the real problem. They had actually done more damage to the Wavemaster than the player who he had attacked.

Which was why he cast a RaVak Don on the Rue affiliated spellcaster above him. It was, or so he thought, a fairly smart idea. What he hadn't anticipated was the magic tolerance shield that blatantly defied his attempt to kill it, or the reflection to the Vak humanoid...and subsequent Vulcan Rf that immolated him in a torrent of fire. Pain seared his body, cooking his lungs from the inside out, and nearly killed him in that second. That wasn't...something that he had wanted to have happen, but it was what occurred, and his legs hit the floor as he tried to breathe. Sure, it was only because he had high magic defense that he was alive at the moment, but that didn't keep the pain away.

So, for some reason, probably masochistic, he decided that he would go after the Headsman next. The misses didn't matter, the single, massive Merrows Ch that plowed into the Heavy Axe, on the other hand, did hit...and proceeded to piss him off. Even though he had cast two Ola Repths so far in the fight and was at full health at the present moment, a single swing of the axe took off most of the flesh between the Headsman and his spine. Pain surged through his body in a tidal wave, trying to send him to the floor, but he refused to fall at the moment. Something about his pride as a warrior kept him upright, as well as the desire to appear strong to everyone around him. Well aware that death was imminent and that there was nothing he could do to stop it, he tried to cast a final LaRue Zot which was easily dodged...and a final swing of the axe stopped the pain and ghosted him.

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Headsman: 87%
2 Spearmen
5 Rogues
6 Turrets))
Takua - Lvl 57 Wavemaster
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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Sekai » Fri Mar 06, 2009 8:07 pm

Unable to make herself believe in Nighthand's words- as kind as they had been- Sekai had chosen a much quieter path, a much lonelier one at that and placed herself at the very rear of the group. Kira seemed content to go where she pleased, listening in here or there, paying attention to what was going on and often sending the younger girl some sort of information or another that would help her somewhat 'keep up' with what the rest of the group knew. That one long arm, the one that Sekai'd taken part in some kind of strategy planning with at one point, had given her little one a look that Kira hadn't cared for in the least and, as a result, quietly vowed to watch that dark haired bitch carefully.

Not that she had any idea what the fuck Sekai had done to warrant such a glare, but didn't care for it anyways and would rather play safe than sorry with the young girl's safety.

The freaks on the ceiling after the much needed returning of their gear weren't something Kira was terribly fond of, her eyes narrowing at them as that guy- Demorian or whatever- executed a neat forward roll that delivered him safely from a blast of six elemental spells. To say the AI was impressed was probably a bit of an understatement... as well as the simple fact that she was more than a little eager to get the fight started and start ripping into things.

She had a little bit of frustration she needed to deal with- and carve into someone else's flesh.

Look alive little one, we have a battle to pay attention to and- ow, shit. I can honestly say, I'm glad that sure as fuck wasn't me.

Sekai looked up in time to see Takua take a nasty blow from the executioner looking individual with the axe. Cringing and worried that all that horrible carnage she'd seen here and from the Juk prison had somehow numbed her to someone's pain, she prepared to cast a healing spell- only to see him ghost at the very end. She cycled through the list of people there immediately, noticing that Raquar was ghosted as well and that Baron-san and Dien-san, at the very least, were injured to the point where one of her skills- and specialties- could be very handy.

She wasn't useful for very much- and people definitely didn't have to like her for her decisions- but she wasn't going to let them die if she could do something about it. Keeping a watchful eye on the... odd figures above her that were capable of setting off large and powerful spells while Kira directed her towards those who needed help the most, Sekai felt the surge of magic within her veins and imagined it as pure, white light that would raise their spirits and give them physical form.

“Rip Maen, Rip Maen!”

Directed at Takua and Raquar, the two should find themselves revived and able to fight once again. Her eyes narrowed as she swallowed hard and tried to position herself in a place where everyone could get at least a little bit of their life back from her new healing spell.

“Ola Repth!”

She didn't have anything that would strengthen them, not spell wise anyways, only things that would weaken and, well, she didn't think that would help any at the current point in time. Gold-brown eyes drifted towards the ceiling as she frowned, eyes narrowing a bit as she tried to figure out just how she might be able to hit one of them- or even if she could. It'd probably be best if she and Kira went after those guys, they didn't seem pleasant and they were definitely proving to be a problem.

'Kira, don't use spells on them- right?'

The AI's voice returned to her, their silent communication definitely a bonus due to their bond as the Long Arm smirked, also studying the figures hanging on the ceiling as if she were trying to figure out if her spear would reach as far as to do anything more than annoy the crap out of them.

But then again, annoying the crap out of them could have it's uses as well, especially if played out right.

Right. The kid used a spell on 'em, got blasted to hell and back with the spell of the opposite element. Could work in our favor somehow, I wonder if we could bait them into firing at the head hancho over there or if it'd just be a bitch, move around or through him to nuke whoever was on the other side?

That was an interesting theory and, if the expression on Kira's face was anything to go by, one that the fearless woman was more than willing to risk getting killed over to try out. They nodded to one another, Kira splitting off to do her thing- i.e. become a distraction, as she was good at being such- as Sekai slipped around the other fighters and those healing, to get behind the axeman.

Why were all the men so darn tall? All of them were like, a foot taller than she was! Honestly, she made a face at the thought and sighted one of the turrets, eyes narrowing as she focused, the spell forming in her hands as she called the name of it. This was going to hurt, she was prepared for it to hurt. Really, she was really, really prepared for to-

“Hurt” didn't even begin to describe what that felt like. Heat in raw, pure intensity suddenly enveloped her, searing her lungs, blistering skin and numbing the nerves beneath as she managed to hunch in on herself enough to try and minimize the amount of skin burned- only to find her vision strangely... spinning for a few seconds. Next thing she knew, she was blinking rather owlishly and confused up at the man with the... bloodstained axe.

She looked down a moment later, apparently surprised to find her headless corpse right beside her before it disappeared after a few seconds. Well, that hadn't necessarily worked the way she'd initially planned it to- and it left her rather dead. At least she'd cast a couple of Rip Maens and an Ola Repth, so that had been a contribution...and it looked like the Headman had at least gotten brushed by the flames, so he might have lost a little bit of health too.

At least it was a quick death?

Kira's words shouldn't have been comforting in the least, quite the opposite really, and yet, Sekai took a moment to let the words sink in and found herself comforted somehow. Rising from the ground and giving a bit of a sheepish, though good natured bow to the Head of the prison in a spontaneous show of being a good sport about her death, the young girl carefully made her way out of the thick of the fighting and positioned her ghostly self where she could be revived eventually.

'At least it was a quick death.'

Sekai agreed via her private link with Kira, a wry, somewhat amused smile on her lips.

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Headsman: 85%
2 Spearmen
5 Rogues
6 Turrets))
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HP: 835
SP: 347

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Einherjar: Kira, December, Zorya

Head: Bat Earrings (Ola Repth 40, Rip Maen 40)
Body: Saint Cross (Rue Zot 10, RaJuk Zot 30)
Arm: Protect Ring (Ap Vorma 15, MeJuk Kruz 20)
Leg: Ninja Anklet (BiVak Rom 20, GiGan Zot 30)
Add-Ons: Forestlore, Wood Magic (permanently raised Wood Offense/Defense by +3 total)

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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Raquar » Sat Mar 07, 2009 2:48 am

Life had an ironic sense of timing. The Headsman’s boot had sent his lifeless corpse tumbling down the stairs yet his revival came just before his body spiraled out of view, still tumbling down the stairs. His hands and legs scraping down the walls of the staircase slowed his descent until after the first flight or two he finally stopped awkwardly bent along three stairs. Taking a moment to straighten himself up and get rid of that disheveled look he started back up the stairs, slowly. He had to think a bit. The Headsman was obviously a much higher level than the boy. He had done a little damage but that was essentially pulling out all the stops, and his repeated death wasn’t really worth five percent of the big un’s life was it? No, it would probably be easier and smarter to focus on some of the smaller enemies so that a bigger group could assault the Headsman. The beast was big, but the boy didn’t think he could handle five or six of them at once, or at least he hoped so. That just left the choice of what to attack, the Rogues who permanently lowered a stat with each strike or the Spearman with electrically charged weapons whose impulses would likely fry your nervous system.

The likely choice seemed to be the Rogues. They were likely lower in level due to the fact that there were more of them. Granted they were fast, but he had the reach, it seemed so perhaps things would work out to his advantage. His thinking brought him to the top of the steps and back out into the realm of battle. Trying to keep his presence hidden for as long as he could, he located the nearest Rogue, currently occupied with whatever it was that wasn’t the Long Arm. Eyes closing for a moment, mind tugging on whatever shadows were available, he fired an Ani Zot at the creature only to have it go sailing hard to the left, the darkness erupting into empty space. The miss was terrible accuracy on his part, but it seemed that the creature hadn’t noticed his presence yet, which was a bonus all things considered. Attempting to creep, and not doing a very a good job at it, over to the enemy that had drawn his attention his spear came down in a whirl, attempted and cleaving the Rogue in two, albeit slightly messily. His attack connected, although the Rogue leapt out of most of the blow. His thought about the range was correct however, as the rogue’s counterattack was cut short by the fact that the Rogue likely would have impaled himself on it.

They circled each other cautiously for a moment before the Long Arm thrust, quickly. The point of his spear sliced some of the leather on the Rogue’s outfit but no flesh, and the enemy used its quickness to dart in with a quick stab to the boy’s shoulder. The Rogue retreated, leaving the boy with a small stab wound and a slightly lower physical defense. He didn’t really damage the Rogue but he did get an idea. He mirrored his previous movements, hoping to coax the Rogue to leaping forward again, right into the Ani Zot that he fired. The Rogue did leap, and the Ani Zot did connect, but the Rogue’s tenacity drove him right through the darkness and into the boy’s chest. The two fighters disconnected once more, the Rogue with a little less health and Raquar with slightly less health and a lower physical accuracy as well. This wasn’t turning out good, if this kept up he was going to have to revert to magic sometime soon and that wasn’t his strongest suit.

Sighing and eying the dregs of his SP, the boy darted forward suddenly, his spear swirling in darkness as a grunt escaped his lips, soaking as much darkness power into the spear before loosing the Ani Doom as close as he dared. He wasn’t sure if his lunge caught the Rogue off guard or not but the fact that the assassin took the full brunt of his attack was nice. The fiend staggered back a bit, unable to counter. Hoping to capitalize on the opportunity the boy rushed forward with a quick upward diagonal slash. The slash connected nicely causing the thing to stagger backward even more. Having the Rogue off balance was a huge advantage and a thrust ended the trio of attacks. His spear jammed through the torso of the Rogue, forcing it down and pinning it to the floor while the beast slashed weakly at his ankles. The boy’s magic evasion took a slight dip but it was worth it for the position he had the enemy in. What the boy was not expecting was one of the Rogue’s legs to lash out, briefly upsetting his balance and sending him to the floor, allowing the beast he had worked so hard to get position on to slip away.

The Rogue had slipped away for the moment but there had recently been some sort of killer instinct born in the boy. He leaped forward with a slash catching the Rogue across the chest and immediately countered his direction following with a low slash at the thing’s calves. Both connected nicely and the Rogue stiffened before toppling over finally devoid of life. A Rogue was dead, and the boy had the scent of blood. He wanted more.

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Headsman (85%)
2 Spearman (100%)
4 Rogues (100%)
6 Turrets (100%)

Raquar: PDef -1, PAcc -1, MEva -1)
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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Talal » Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:16 am

When the slightly taller winged player had approached her, she didn’t know whether to speak, stay silent, lie through her teeth or tell the complete and utter truth so on the side of error, she spoke…a little truth. She was okay mostly as long as you didn’t put her mental state under a microscope. Physically for all intents and purposes she was fine, minus the scuff marks on her cheeks from scooting across the bridge. A feat that a little further into the hushed conversation, she had found out she hadn’t been as sly as she had hoped.

It seemed though, he was attempting to somehow make her feel either comfortable, or at minimum, not alone. Inside she did feel alone and extremely lost. Confusion had become her middle name and although there were people she could go to for answers standing all around her, it never felt like the right time, the right person or the right situation. She had learned very little about The World before getting thrust into her current status. Now she had to learn it from a different viewpoint, one of life and death instead of one she could learn in pieces for an hour here or there, logging off when the need arose.

Somewhere amongst the small talk however, the walls that had been continuously collapsing, fell just a little further. She began to question if hiding her inner self from all these people was the best idea at the moment. Was her pride worth doing something because she didn’t know any better and then have everyone pissed off? That in and of itself could cause all sorts of havoc and unnecessary struggle on her part. And now that one of her biggest fears was on the verge of being discovered, she grimaced and muttered several things to herself which changed her demeanor to more defensive and the last of her mutterings slipped out under her breath followed by a basic spilling of the beans.

Realizing she’d basically just bit his head off for no reason, she back peddled and apologized, which he took rather well actually and rebounded with a small compliment on her tactics. A whole roller coaster of things happened after that including introductions, laughing, being somber, some storytelling of past events from both of them and a lot of ‘what the Hell am I doing talking so openly to this guy’. By the end of the conversation, she had figured out that it was okay to talk, as long as she didn’t lose her guard. She couldn’t rely on just one person to always be there. It wasn’t fair to them or to her to expect it even. Talking also didn’t mean that her reason for being there would ever change.

The group around the puzzle box seemed to be making progress, but not understanding the lights and what they were trying to do well, she didn’t know how close they were to solving it. The dark haired girl stood there watching the lights on the box and… Talal stared out into the room, not quite being able to remember what she had been thinking about. She looked over at the group huddled around the box. Wait a minute, when did they get their armor and clothing back? She raised a hand to her head in confusion and then looked down to see she too had her regular outfit back on. It wasn’t the time to question such things and she was rather glad to be fully clothed again.

Everyone looked so different now. She was going to have to learn who everyone was all over again having gotten used to how they looked in the minimal attire from before. There was one character that was rather colorful, almost looking like a joker from a deck of playing cards. Odd what some people came up with for outfits and appearances. They were obviously more comfortable in their own skin than she was in hers.

The colorful man followed by a few others began the long climb up the stairs at a rather quick pace. It was evident that getting out of here quickly would be a really good idea. It was the quick part she was sure would be getting her into trouble in a very short amount of time. It was then she hoped her little escapade of closing all those doors would come in handy and guards wouldn’t come flying over the bridge and flood the room.

”YES!! No more cold riding-up-the-ass feeling! Alright! Hah hah hah!”

Canti’s excitement over having his clothing and items back caught her attention and made her laugh. It was then she also caught sight of those who could fly doing so up the center of the columned shape room, including her friend. Briefly she tried to make light of that and she thought back to the field when she had gone all ranty as a ghost about that very same subject. How was she supposed to watch his back when he was in the air? Then she remembered Canti also had wings. In his excitement, he hadn’t taken off to join the other flyers yet. She looked at him with a smile, putting on the brave face.

”Your turn, they might need you up there before the rest of us have a chance of arriving.”

Canti looked at the stairs, took a step, and then stopped.

”It’s alright. Just stick close. I’m not gonna fly off.”

(Not this time, anyway.)

He had that look. He was being serious about not flying off, but also that she shouldn’t expect him to always be there. A look she understood well and accepted but her eyes lit up nonetheless with a shine that needed no explanation. She was happy to have his company.

”I’ll be right on your heels.”

Canti began heading up the stairs at a regular pace. He was checking the extent of his equipment while they went, more or less multi-tasking.

”You know, it’s funny…”

Talal followed him up the stairs. She’d be okay until they got about three stories up or so and hopefully she’d have a good point of reference to stay focused on by then. Looking at his back, she decided his black wings would make a great focal point of concentration. All she needed to do was keep that point and she should be fine, so she says here anyway.

”Funny? What’s funny?”

”They go to a lot of trouble here, but we still have this little chance of escape. Call me paranoid, but I would never let my enemy have even this chance.”

He was still messing with his equipment while advancing up the stairs. Flashes of dagger blades could be seen as they went. It appeared he was either making sure they were all there or trying to choose which ones he wanted to have ready or maybe it was both. That didn’t really bother her much. Being prepared was always a good thing. What did send her into a momentary panic was having to think about stuff. His comment got her mind wandering in all different directions and the by doing so, she lost her concentration; her foot almost missed the edge of the next step and consequently she was off balance. Catching herself, she threw a hand on the wall for support. Oh God! Concentrate. Just keep your eyes focused and keep pace. UGH! He’s getting farther ahead. Not good, not good. Better catch up before he notices.

”Umm, yeah. I’ve never though for a second that we were or are completely safe. It did seem a little too easy to get out, although I admit, I didn’t exactly see how the girl got out to open the doors. Then to have the box room completely unguarded? Yeah. We’re either extremely lucky or walking right into another trap.”

”Well, in all fairness, they didn’t expect us to make our powers work well enough for that. Senna can phase through stuff, so we weren’t entirely out of luck. Go NO idea how Lights got out.”

(Or how he landed on top of the Warden, breaking his neck. Canti heard her quicken the pace to catch up. He was listening for any sign of trouble, despite his calmer demeanor.)

”As for the box? Eh, it was a pain in the ass. It was one of those ‘They’ll never figure this thing out’ cases.”

Okay, no one said anything about a stair master workout when she signed on. Her legs were feeling the burn, but at least the conversation was actually helping keep her mind off of things. Then again, there was that talk about powers again. Was it something linked to the Freedom Fighters somehow? Her list of questions was just going to have to continue growing until there was the proper time, place and person to ask.

“Senna and Lights did you say? Not sure who Lights is, but I’m sure with time every face will get a name. The box… I would have been useless with regardless. I never was able to get a damn Rubik’s cube to work either.”

She laughed. It was true. The only time she was ever able to get a Rubik’s cube to line up was if she took the stickers off and moved them.

"I have one. I just fiddle around with it to keep my hands busy. Well, on the outside. Never did any good. You'll get to know Lighteria well enough once we get back to base. He'll be the one with the kitten."

” A kitten? How did a kitten end up here? I mean, all I’ve seen are monsters and a steed that looked like a giant pig. You wouldn’t happen to know what those are called, would you? I’ve been meaning to ask someone about that.”

"Grunties. And yeah, a kitten. Some of us have been getting helpful AI, and they're kinda' like support creatures. It's not a real cat."

Hopefully it wasn’t too obvious how little she really did know about The World. But on the other hand, her questions didn’t seem to phase him and he seemed to have answers. Did she dare go inquisitor on him? Perhaps it would be best to keep testing the waters for tolerance. Yes, a much better idea.

“Forgive me, but are you saying that the kitten is an AI? I thought AI only came in human form.”

"Heh, I'm no computer genius myself, but it seems to me that Grunties are AI as well. And if they can, then the whole Animal Kingdom Show is fair game."

“Oh! Well….umm. Alright then. Actually, that would be kinda neat to find an animal AI as long as they were friendly ones.”

Her laugh trailed off as she found herself lost in thought about the Incu back in the forest of the Juk prison field. How soft their fur felt when she held the baby in her arms. How powerful yet, kind and gentle they could be.

“I know a few here I wouldn’t mind seeing again. Are you connected to any AI?” She paused. “Sorry, that was rude of me to ask.”

(In that pause, Canti thought. No...he wasn't attached to one, not like Lights OR like Dien, for that matter. Instead...)

"Nah. I've got real people in my head. Well, one."

(No, that didn't sound crazy at all. Good work, man.)

His response was…rather puzzling. If she understood him correctly, he was more than one person on the inside? But, he didn’t appear to be a crazy person that talked to himself. At least not that he’d done so far. So, what did it mean? Then again, he didn’t judge her for her faults, therefore…

“Well, as a wise man once told me not too long ago, we all have our problems. Yours just has a tendency to talk back I would imagine.”

She chuckled a bit, hoping she hadn’t completely offended him in any way considering her tone had been completely non-judgmental and a little friendly sarcasm thrown in for good measure.

"No, I only wish I were crazy sometimes. Let's just say that I know I'm being looked after in real life and leave it at that."

(There was a wry smirk on his face now.)

Whoops! Hit something maybe she shouldn't have. But then again, when has that stopped her? Time for a little humor and hope it gets taken as such.

"Well, being looked after in whichever life your in, is not necessarily a bad thing. If it were, I'd have to be really mad at you when we got to the top and I'd much rather just be thankful. So, I guess you'll just have to deal."

With that said, she was all of a sudden in a good mood. Perhaps her humor made more sense to her than it did other people. Not always a good thing.

(He paused in mid-step, as though he were thinking, and then moved on again.)

"It's not the looking-after that bugs me. It's the needing it. Talal, I want out... This place isn't good for your health."

Her mood suddenly took a major swing. His paused step instantly told her she had said something that made the wheels turn in Canti’s mind. Her voice turned sympathetic and solemn and she let out a deep sigh.

“We all need looking after, regardless of whether we are stuck here or back in our real lives. There will always be something, even the smallest of things that will create the need in someone else to feel that they have to look after you. This will happen whether you feel you need it or not. The fact that those people are there and doing so, should make you feel good. You have someone who cares enough to want to be there for you.”

She didn’t know how to respond to him. All she knew was he was struggling inside and had just shared a small piece of that with her. Her caring nature made her want to reach out and just put a reassuring hand on his shoulder but the stairs made it impossible to reach him. Out of reflex though, her hand did reach out, brushing once lightly on his wing not knowing if he could feel her touch or if he’d even be okay with the contact. She pulled her hand back and went silent.

(Canti DID feel the brush against his wing, and he felt she was right. Even when he'd rather be on the outside, stretching his legs, it was enough that someone was out there, making sure he didn't die. He remembered that scratch from training. That...was important to him. It was the gesture that made all the difference, much like what Talal was trying to do for him now. Well, at least he was cultivating Senna's advice. The cure for alone... The Twin Blade didn't speak for minutes, and they had to be getting close to the top of this stretch. Heh, so far so good.)

"Hey, thanks for saying that. I don't take people for granted, especially those that I call friend. I'm just used to being self-sufficient, handling things on my own without too many complexities."

The silence was devastating. Here she had taken another leap of faith and opened up a little too yet another person and she didn’t know if she had already ruined it. She herself, a once very independent person was now filled with massive insecurity at the slightest of reactions. The constant should she or should she not do this or that weighing heavily. When he finally spoke, she almost lost her balance as her body went through a massive release of relief and she found herself halted on the stairs, leaning on the wall.

“You’re welcome and we seem to be very similar people. I too do not take my friends for granted, but would go to any lengths for them if I felt it was needed. To be honest, it’s how I ended up here, in this prison with all of you. I felt a friend was in need, so I followed. Knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t have done it any differently. It’s just what friends do for one another...in my somewhat stubborn opinion at least.”

"Heh. You'll go far in here. Speaking of which, we're about out of stairs. Probably gonna be time to dance in a minute."

She looked up and saw the platform at the top of the stairs, not daring to look back or down. Now it was just a matter of getting her legs to start moving.

"I'll have to take your word on whether I'll go far or not. Heh. Hopefully though, they're playing a good Rumba or maybe even a Salsa. I could use a good adrenaline rush right about now. I just need to convince the legs to move."

At this point, it wasn’t so much her fear of heights that had her stopped in her tracks. No, it was more the fact that they had just climbed almost fifty flights of stairs and now that she had stopped, her legs simply were tired and didn’t want to go another step. Her fellow Twin Blade stopped at that point, turned and held out a hand.

"C'mon. We've got a prison riot to start. It'll be fun."

(Oh dear... The devious look on his face spoke of some harsh devilry against the Elites.)

Talal simply smiled, accepted the offered hand and with a slight tug, the pair of Twin Blades were ascending once again.

“Let’s go then. I wouldn’t miss it! Think they’ll serve refreshments afterwards?”

"If they don't, I'll buy."

They had finally reached the top of the stairs and the first order of business was for the girl to get as far away from the opening to them as possible. A loud siren sounded, a door slammed open and the group was suddenly being met by the jails defenses. Things hung from the ceiling while several spearman and dagger wielding sorts flooded through the door all lead by one large man with a nasty looking axe. Quickly, Talal pulled out a pair of blades; the Mukuro. Not exactly what she was aiming for but they’d do. Hopefully Sekai wouldn’t be anywhere near if she had to use them for anything spell related.

The colorfully dressed man seemed well aware of the foes the group was about to face and offered what knowledge he had of them. So basically for the young girl, stay the heck away from the big guy with the axe until she had no other choice. Watching the explosion of spells hit, staying away from the guys on the ceiling would be difficult so maybe if she didn’t engage them, they would be too distracted with someone else. Not exactly the best plan either since that meant one of her group would end up being the target. Alas, it meant she was going after spears or daggers and in her mind; there really was only one choice. Thankful now for the event she had gone on with Kashi and the others, her fear of one on one combat had diminished greatly, though it was still there in the background. With a nod of the head and a twirl of her blades she was off.

Targeting the nearest Rogue, she made a pass to the left. One blade held up high for defense while the other was aimed for its chest area. It wasn’t the most powerful strike she could have done but it her nerves were telling her to guard more than attack. Run away even would be nice if that was even an option, but sadly it wasn’t. The Rogue didn’t manage to block her strike in time so her passing left him with a slash across the chest. His counterattack however did about the same damage to her upper arm.

The slice stung and she hissed at the rude awakening of what fights were going to feel like from now on. His strike also brought with it a lowering of her physical evasion abilities. Just lovely, she thought to herself as the girl twirled into a three sixty turn to gather momentum, her blades coming around and aimed for his neck.

Unfortunately, he managed to dodge her strike and came in low under her blades stabbing the Twin Blade in the side. The loud groan from the pain was inevitable causing the girl to take several steps back to regain her composure while seeing yet another stat reducer take affect, this time to her physical attack. Grimacing, she quietly casted a Gan Don that would be enhanced by the Feng Shui she had acquired recently. Rushing towards the Rogue she was hoping to distract it while the spell formed above its head. Leaping to the side at the last possible moment, the Rogue was merely grazed by the spell as he in turn rushed to meet her charge. Thankfully, her side leap had been unexpected and saved her from being hit by his attack.

Quickly downing a Health Drink, Talal turned to face him again, charging. Her plan was risky as it put her into a very vulnerable position, but she wanted to hit a very vulnerable spot. Dropping down just before him almost into the splits, she lunged her Mukuro like stabbing daggers into his abdomen. The plan worked and she landed a deeply painful strike, but her plan did indeed backfire, placing her practically prone in front of him and he took advantage sending his blades across her chest and basically undoing all the good the drink had restored.

With another groan of pain, she somersaulted out of the way and back to a standing position. Beginning her dance, she cast Swirling Dark; coiling and then springing towards him, spinning with her blades out like claws, she struck but only just. He came back with another strike of his own, this time landing deep cuts across her back dropping her health down within a critical range for a fight like this.

Thankfully, someone had cast a La Repth and she felt the warmth of healing rush through her. Not enough to restore her to full health but she was back in the fight. Rushing in she managed to sweep the guys legs and knock him down but before she could get her blades stabbed into him, he rolls out of the way and rises with an uppercut. A quick use of her natural agility, Talal bend back avoiding his attack and then springs up from the floor stepping forward with an upper cut of her own.

That did it! Or so she thought as her blades finally hit solidly up his chest making him stagger back to the point he didn’t retaliate. Continuing her advance she sent one blade in a downward vertical slash in the opposite direction of the previous upward one leaving him brand with an “x” across his chest. Her second blade came in with a direct stab to his gut which he just sat there, soaking in the damage. The girl in her naïve way thought she had him at that point until he used her proximity to send another upward slash, catching part of her thigh.

Another hiss of pain and tingles rallied through her body as she staggered back. Irritated with her own stupidity, she comes back slashing his neck and promptly implanting her foot into the gut wound from earlier. Her vicious little combo puts him to a point where he was down for the count and not going anywhere, but thinking like that always was asking for trouble. As much as she despised killing another being, she finished him off with one last strike.

That took just way too damn long. A little too evenly matched but that was something she had a feeling she was going to have to get used to. The kind of thing this group fought against was not going to recruit your average player as their perfect line of defense. Oh no, they were going to find the cream of the crop of every specialty, class and weirdness out there.

She was exhausted already, and the battle was still raging.


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Headsman (85%)
2 Spearman (100%)
3 Rogues (100%)
6 Turrets (100%)
Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Walk beside me that we may be as one.
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Talal
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Level 39 (0/1000 EXP) Twin Blade

Weapons/Armor: Mukuro (Swirling Dark, Dark Dance), Ice Hunter Cap (Repth), Wristbands (Juk Rom), Fishing Gloves (Rue Kruz), Wyrm Hide (Gan Don), Snow Panther (Ap Vorv)

Wish List: Scrolls, Tarot Cards, and Armor higher than level 30.

Lord Canti
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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Lord Canti » Sun Mar 08, 2009 7:51 pm

(There wasn't anything eventful for Canti to focus on......until Lighteria. he didn't see the build-up, but as soon as the fellow Twin Blade went and attacked Demorian, he was...kind of shocked. Lights was very passive, completely unlike that girl who had been in his character body before. He was this nervous fellow that hung out in the background of things. Seeing him now...Canti realized two things. First, that he really shouldn't have taken his presence for granted. And second...he didn't want to interfere. Lighteria attacked Demorian, shouting at him about hiding behind people, about making them kill "Her". It was no great lleap of logic for Canti to understand who Lights meant. He felt kind of guilty for attacking her himself. And after he'd done so damn well in her mansion too... The other Twin Blade was sick with rage at Demorian. He would have to talk to the guy later, as some things just occurred to him. That being said, he almost didn't notice when the puzzle box was finally solved until the lights went out. The very second they returned, Canti was surprised to find himself as...himself! The winged Twin Blade was again donned in his dark shirt and jacket with crimson pants and crocodile-skin boots, black leather gloves as well. As anyone would quite notice, Canti did his part to look kind of like a demon. Of course, he didn't ACT it.)

Canti: YES!! No more cold riding-up-the-ass feeling! Alright! Hah hah hah!

(There was a laugh that came from Talal about this. What can we say? You can't always help yourself in these situations. At this time, he would've taken ANY excuse to feel good. They needed all the morale-boosts they could get. Canti didn't pay much attention to the others at the moment, where they were starting to head upstairs on this massive spiral staircase thing. Kinda' made him think Bleach for a second. No idea why. One of those anime charges, he guessed. He was about to go when he noticed Talal delaying. Was she afraid he'd just fly off and forget what she asked of him before? Well, maybe you've never been to Boston and met this guy, Damon Fortis, but one thing they tell you if you DO. Damon doesn't forget, not if it's important. The look Talal gave him when he reassured her - and how good he felt to do so - made Canti realize just how much he'd changed since the beginning. So, he simply walked up instead of flying in a hurry. It was okay. They wouldn't fall that much behind, if at all. He kept Talal occupied as they headed on up, checking on all of his things and talking to her. You had to be sure and you had to be prepared. Only a fool forgets his socket wrench. He didn't mind answering questions and stuff. In fact, he found it honestly pleasurable to be useful in explaining the stuff going on in The World. True, Nighthand was the briefing guy, but he also didn't like Nighthand. They talked about anything. Grunties, Rubix Cubes, AIs... Actually, when Talal asked if he was attached to an AI, he froze for a second.)

Canti: An AI? No, I... Rey, if you were an AI, you wouldn't have any trouble right now, and I've been trying all this time. So, I guess not.

(He answered in the negatory, though he began to speak cryptically in reference to Reyome, the person who isn't an AI in his head. Ask Demorian. He knows. Talal thought he might have voices in his head for some reason, but he told her that he only wished he were crazy. That would make everything make sense. He thought maybe that she got the picture or close enough, because it was then that she made reference to those who needed looking after sometimes. She referenced herself, but Canti knew she meant the both of them, in their own way. Canti didn't mind the looking after. It was the needing it. This was The World. It wasn't HIS world. Like he told her, he wanted out. This place was bad for your health, and he knew just how dark it could get before any light shone in. Even if he became the darkest character in the game, he would still be a as a pale light by comparison to how deep the darkness of The World would become. Suraisu had been right about that much, anyway. However, amidst this, Talal was right. To have someone who wanted to help him, to help them all, was something good, regardless of the situation. Canti didn't know how to respond to that, and then when he felt the girl's hand brush against his wing...he felt he couldn't speak. Not like this. This was the exact wrong time to have a moment. You know the kind, the ones that people had epiphanies in. Well okay, he was having one, but he was also high up on some winding stares while trying to escape from prison and heading for probable battle. NOT the right time for a moment. He'd already opened up a little for now. The proper time for that was when there wasn't the risk of dying involved. The fact that she was trying to comfort him DID comfort him. Canti remained silent for a while after that, which depleted a fair deal of the stairs on the way up. Finally...)

Canti: Hey, thanks for saying that. I don't take people for granted, especially those that I call friend. I'm just use to being self-sufficient, handling things on my own without too many complexities.

“You’re welcome and we seem to be very similar people. I too do not take my friends for granted, but would go to any lengths for them if I felt it was needed. To be honest, it’s how I ended up here, in this prison with all of you. I felt a friend was in need, so I followed. Knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t have done it any differently. It’s just what friends do for one another...in my somewhat stubborn opinion at least.”

Canti: Heh. You'll go far in here. Speaking of which, we're about out of stairs. Probably gonna be time to dance in a minute.

(Read "Dance" as "Fight".)

"I'll have to take your word on whether I'll go far or not. Heh. Hopefully though, they're playing a good Rumba or maybe even a Salsa. I could use a good adrenaline rush right about now. I just need to convince the legs to move."

(It was at this point that Canti stopped and turned. Talal had stopped, though he wasn't certain it was fear this time. Her voice didn't sound it. He'd kept her preoccupied enough that that was out of her mind entirely. No, this sounded more like fatigue than anything else. It was a long stretch, one that the winged Twin Blade was only use to because his real-life self was the type to go on long walks in the rain with no umbrella just to see that he could take it. He didn't know Talal's story, though hopefully one day he would. Canti held out his hand to her, a devious smile playing on his face.)

Canti: C'mon. We've got a prison riot to start. It'll be fun.

(Yes, he was still on that. Talal took his hand with a tug and he helped her with the with the rest of the way, entering the danger zone with all of everybody else now. They both made a crack about refreshments before the guards galore began to show up. There was a door at the far end of the room they had come to, and it opened to reveal a deluge of bad guys storming through, and six decidedly-eerie figures hanging from the ceiling. It was weird, all of it, but here goes... Demorian had referred to the leader as the Headsman. Descrptive title, since he looked like a menacing executioner with a big ole' axe. he was flanked by three guys with spears and six guys with daggers. And, as the former-puppeteer was so gracious in demonstrating, the six guys on the ceiling were like auto-turrets, flinging spells. SO, what we had here was a class-based battle royale, PVP with special complications. Demorian had spoken on the various trials and tribulations of the enemies' weapons. The Headman's axe was...rather realistic, actually. Canti would've been MORE worried about it, but as people were already attacking, he knew one important thing: They had a party now. It wasn't a matter of dying and being dead. True, he wouldn't through his life away, but he also wasn't about to over-worry either. Canti's attention was suddenly diverted from the ten bad guys and to the Turrets above. One of the new guys - Takua? - casted a spell and found a summon spell blasted back at him. Canti noticed the ping of Magic Tolerance.)

Canti: Hmmm... Wavemaster guys, eh? That give me an idea...

(For the record, Canti had used a Speed Charm as soon as he saw these guys. It was a given. He felt that he would need it, one way or the other. But now, let's get a load of Canti for a second. He's holding onto some fine thunder-aligned blades and these Turrets haven't seen a physical strike yet. If he were to slice it... Well, he had to give it a try. Whistling a theme from the old Nintendo shooter, Zanac, Canti took flight and headed for the Turrets. Not so fast that he couldn't be dodgey. He was figuring on there being some serious trouble, after all. Funny, though. The Turrets...didn't react. Okay, heading for the Ani-Turret now, the winged Twin Blade just plants a quick fly-by-slice with one of his knives. And that's when it happened. Two things: A ping and a slash. The ping was Physical Tolerance. The slash was from the Turret's weird claws. Canti was hit in the wing. Not so bad that it was a problem, but it upset his flight for a second.)

Canti: Gah! Okay, I see the problem here.

(He thought something like this might happen. Andthat's why you pack a few essentials when going out on a journey. For instance, in the case of a universally-tolerant foe, carry a bunch of Knight's Bane to make the ass-kickery possible. That's exactly what Canti applied to the Turret of Darkness. Of course, no sooner had he done it than The World exploded. No, seriously. All the Turrets suddenly began to blast away with their respective Level-2 spells throughout the area, that area being anywhere that was Canti's own general vicinity. Hah hah, now THIS was the party he expected!)

Canti: Fuck fuck shit shit DAMN IT AAAAALL!!! I hope you're all taking notes on this!!

(The jet-like speeds of the flying Twin Blade were put to the fullest - Damn glad I used that Speed Charm now, aren't ya?! - to try and dodge as much of the volleys as possible. All of it was focused on him, so none of it was on anyone else. Some of the damage got through and Canti began to use health items, because he knew what he had to do. He was leading the firepower on a chase. He just led the volleys OUT, like so much fishing line, and then flew back in at maximum burn!)

Canti: I wonder if I can use my flames as rocket power...

(As fast as frigging possible, Canti launches a Thunder Coil attack on the Ani-Turret for all the lovely thunder-element damage he can muster. Oddly enough, the head parted from the body and it just hung limply, dead. There was a final casting from the other Turrets, which hit Canti dead on, throwing him to the ground. He flipped in mid-air, landing hard on his feet out of people's way to focus on not dying. He was breathing heavily, but...you have to admit...IT WAS JUST SO FUCKING COOL!!)

Canti: That's...one.

OOC: Okay... Roll call! Bad guys, line up. Not...so fast, Ani-Turret. Heh heh.

Headsman (85%)
2 Spearman (100%)
3 Rogues (100%)
5 Turrets (100%)

Ani-Turret down. All spell volleys will now lack darkness.
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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Senna » Thu Mar 12, 2009 2:38 am

Really, she should have been okay. So the stairs had no railing. So they went up ungodly high into the middle of the room. So there were a lot of people on them at once. So this place had already shown itself all about changing, and that once you started falling there was no reason, none, for it to ever let you stop. There were worse things, weren’t there? There was, for instance, teaming up with the person who trapped you in the game, to an extent. When you had something like that to be angry about, to focus on, what’s the matter of a tiny little possible fall?

Well, this was what Senna told herself. In the end, however, it was no good. Perception might shape reality, but there was no way for her to keep her perception OFF the unsteady construction of the stairs, or off the stress they were all putting on it or-

Well, you get the idea.

She did make it a reasonable ways up, and she supposed that counted for something, but in the end she had to be helped – no, not helped, dragged in nearly the most literal sense of the word – hoisted like some weak thing that couldn’t take care of itself. As they say, sometimes the truth hurts. As it happens, the truth can also occasionally be completely embarrassing, as it was in this case. Not only to need help, but to have to be forced into accepting it, and to be carried around by a guy... not that that was really part of it. No, not at all.

The tumble was heart-stopping, for a moment. She was sure they were BOTH going to go over the edge, and the… uncomfortable placement of the sword Dien had to use to help himself when she proved utterly unequal to the task would have been a lengthy discussion topic had it occurred in one of the pieces of lit she was forever reading for class. It was a bit of a challenge not to freeze up THEN, as well. Her reward for not being a complete pansy? Getting carried again. She mostly managed to keep from lashing out at Dien, who was after all being not only kind but more patient than she would ever have been. But what she said to him was true with all the fiery anger that had welled up inside her from the bottom of the stairs.

She needed to kill something.

As Dien headed off to do his own damage, Senna resolved to make the most of his decision and cause some damage. First order of business – invoke a Speed Charm. That was followed closely by an Ap Torv and a switch to the Ichigou – more likelihood of a big hit, with the combined Critical hit and death on it.

Then she was off, targeting one of the polearm-wielding enemies through the haze of spell debris and smoke.

It watched as she approached, but it didn’t make a move to meet her. She slowed as she neared it, trying to determine what was best to do. Well, the best thing to try initially, she thought as she skip-stepped left a little ways, was to see what sort of reflexes she was dealing with. Coming to an abrupt stop, she intoned, “Rai Rom.

The spell wasn’t as busy as some of the Roms, but it had the bonus of including lightning – something which would hopefully blind her enemy a bit, dazzle it the way a sparkly vampire might. But under the cover of the spell, she charged, spear at the ready, to give it a probing sort of attack – to test its defenses.

The spell wrapped her polearm-wielding enemy in sparks and wind, and seemed to have the desired effect – it she’d expected the attack to simply be deflected, but didn’t count on it actually charging at her in response (as her own impulse in the situation would be to withdraw). Her attack caught it squarely, if not fully. She could feel the weight change in the balance of her weapon.

She drew up as the attack finished, employing a quick step-ball-change to diffuse her momentum and bring herself around to face the enemy once again. That had been too easy. Maybe her level and experience was starting to-

She saw the shadows a split second before the Gan Don hit. It was enough time to realize that something was very wrong, but not enough to move any more than the completion of her turn. This still left her square in the fall zone of the spell cast from somewhere else – one of the turrets overhead, it would seem. The force of the spell hit her, a literal crushing weight dropping her to her hands and knees as it pulled her HP from her and left her body screaming in pain that she wouldn’t allow her mouth to express. Her fingers tightened around the haft of her weapon – then spasmed there as another sensation, one almost panic-inducing, raced across her body. This time she DID articulate, in guttural fashion, and pushed herself to one knee as she made a vicious, short-shafted sweep at the enemy.

Her miss was complete and total, falling a good six inches short of the target. Cursing the luck, she pulled an item from her sleeve and unrolled it against her spear. “Get back… Cygnus!

Perhaps it was Rayo’s influence, but she was no longer quite so prone to simply whispering her attacks. In her mind, the ice formed the shape of a blue swan before crashing inward toward the spearman. Taking advantage of the spell’s likelihood of causing it at least some movement trouble, she charged again, springing forward and shifting her grip on the spear slightly. “Repulse cage!

The satisfyingly solid feel of a direct hit pleased her in some dark way – pleased the same part of her that had been clamoring for a kill earlier. She bulled forward into the automatic motions, forcing forward, forward… and when the skill had spent itself her instincts saw an opening. Drawing back, she drove the point of her spear into its midsection, teeth gritted in a determined grimace.

DEATH flashed across the screen and the attack sent her opponent to the ground – hard. She wasn’t sure she trusted getting too close, as it looked heavily wounded, but a quick switch of armor allowed her to cast a Rue Zot targeted under it. If anything would prompt it to get back on its feet, that should.

Unfortunately for her moment of triumph, her view of whatever effect the spell would have was obstructed by a blaze of light. In what could probably be called poetic justice, one of the other enemies had decided to drop a Rai Rom on her, stronger than the one she’d used on her opponent. She covered her face with her arms in an attempt to keep the lights from burning afterimages into her field of vision. Electricity. Always electricity. Her teeth were on edge, her skin crawling with and without the pain of the spell. Damn electricity.

As the tornado spell faded, she uncovered her eyes, half afraid she’d given her wounded adversary the opening it would need to get a real, solid hit on her. But as her field of vision cleared, she saw it was still on the ground. Beyond it, she could see the others fighting – Canti in an absolutely whirl of spells which sent him groundward, others ghosted on the field. She’d been lucky, she realized. Very, very lucky.

No more playing around. She hurried over to its side, choked up on her spear and put all her weight and strength into a hard strike right through its chest.

That did it. There was no more life left in the enemy. She didn’t even wait to see what would happen to it. She focused on one of the ghosts – Dien, she thought – and sent a resurrect his way. This was followed by a La Repth, which in turn was followed by her looking around for another target.

She was still itching to do some damage.

OOC: FATALITY for a spearman and rez for Dien

Headsman (85%)
1 Spearman (100%)
3 Rogues (100%)
5 Turrets (100%)
Senna, level 33 Long Arm (710 HP/180 SP)
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Spells/Skills: (Critical Hit/Death) Repulse Cage, Ap Corv, Ap Vorv, Rai Rom, Rue Zot, La Repth
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Lighteria
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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Lighteria » Thu Mar 12, 2009 8:22 pm

With Lighteria rubbing his head, he follows the group upstairs and out of the cell block they had been stuck in. The momentary black out the group had experienced a few moments before this point had helped to quell the twin blade's sobbing, though his cheeks are still red and puffed with a trail of evaporated tears tracing a line down both sides of his face. It's hard to say whether uncontrolled nausea is preferable to a sudden disconnect and purely empty feeling, but the twin blade ultimately decides that whichever one keeps his eyes dry and his knees steady is best for now. Forcibly swallowing his discontent, he follows the team up a long flight of stairs, Demorian frustratingly in the lead.

Always running, I swear there's really an absurd about of running involved in this. There's never time.. never enough time. Can't stop... can't think... just' fighting and running.
Funny though, when there was time to think I just made myself depressed.
...
That's a point. And I'm relatively sure my head's still spinning now. Ugh, I don't know what's worse, my emotional outbursts or the bloody fighting.


It's at this point, Lighteria's thoughts are halted quite abruptly by a crashing alarm sound and the gradual appearance of what's quite well described as an entire platoon of guards. His eye twitches as the enemies are rather quickly explained.

...Yeah, never mind. It's the fighting.

As is so often the case, the team leaps into the fight before the twin blade does. Though quite eager for a target to beat his frustrations out on, the twin blade still manages the presence of mind to choose a target before jumping in.

Let's see, spears, giant dude, roguey things and some upside down rejects from silent hill. Yeah, really typical day when you get right down to it. ANYWHO, stat draining sounds useful. Think I'll nab that while one of them's still standing.

With the group charging forward, Lighteria rushes forward towards one of the rogues. In his head it's not a bad match up. They're both sort of the same class and relatively equal size, Lighteria nods to himself, assured that he'll manage to out maneuver him easily enough though. First thing's first though, no sense risking a stat drop. In his lunge, Lighteria thrusts a Rashou forward towards the rogue, his blade aiming for the fighter's wrist to knock the blade loose from his hand. One high-powered jab later and Lighteria's caught an amazing amount of air on his blade. The timid player's eyes blink once, following the rogue as it effortlessly dodges to the right of his attack with a hugely arrogant smirk on its face.

Ok... Maybe the lead off attack was... a tiiiiiny bit telegraphed.

Undaunted, Lighteria flips his other blade in his hand, taking a quick, hard swipe at the rogue's hand as he finishes his dodge. The Rashou scrapes across the fighter's palm, drawing blood and causing its smirk to drop from its face, quickly replaced by a glare.

"HA! Howdoya like th-AACCK-!!" Lighteria's brief taunt is quickly cut off when the rogue plunges his dagger quite directly at his neck. The blade contact is just a little deeper than is particularly comfortable. Lighteria leaps backwards by instinct with just enough timing to keep from getting stabbed all the way through the throat. Of course, even though a fatal strike's averted the wound takes off a rather sizable health chunk... just about a fifth of his HP. Deciding witty repartee is probably uncalled for whilst having a bleeding windpipe, the twin blade keeps moving backwards and holds out his hand, green glyphs forming in front of his hand. In an instant, the rogue is engulfed in a flurry of thorns and branches, getting a direct smack from the spell. Of course, the twin blade's celebration is cut short again when a much leafier fighter lunges forward and strikes at his chest. Lighteria gasps and makes a quick sideways leap, the blade cutting into his side and drawing another bit of blood along with yet another stat.

Ohcrapohcrap... He's on top of me the second I retreat! No way I can snipe him with spells...

"Then we're going up close and personal!" He growls out, taking a heavy downward swipe. The rogue blinks from the sudden attack but easily manages a dodge, his arm arching towards Lighteria in a wide swipe. Fortunately, the timid twin blade already has some ducking momentum and avoids taking the dagger to his skin again. Finally feeling a good outlet for his emotions, the twin blade yell and lunges forward towards the rouge.... ...Of course, getting up that fast isn't as easy as Lighteria thinks and his left leg only manages a half twist during the lunge. He stumbles, falls forward and catches sight of the rogue just in time to watch the dagger plunge into his side. Lighteria yelps out in pain and nearly keels over from the pain, the rogue getting a dark grin. He twists the blade a little, draining a good chunk of blood and causing the timid player to go to his knee, shaking in pain. There's a long pause where you can almost see a director walking in to call cut for it being too cliché' while the rogue lifts the other dagger with a wicked grin, ready to deliver a final blow.

"YARRRGGBLBLE!!!" Lighteria suddenly says, rearing straight up into the air from the ground, his eyes gone crazed and beady. The rogue's eye twitches in surprise from the sight and Lighteria's Rashou plunges into the fighter's throat. There's a gurgle of surprise as the rogue staggers backwards, similarly avoiding a fatal blow but taking a good blow to his HP. He looks up in surprise and rage just long enough to see Lighteria charging at him again. The Rashou takes another swipe at the fighter's wrist, scraping him just before he can dodge away, taking a quick strike against Lighteria's arm before he can make distance. Undaunted and minus yet another stat point, the twin blade takes another swing for his hands. The rogue dodges backwards with ease this time, quickly realizing the twin blade is still trying to disarm him despite the berserker theatrics. He glares and holds his dagger at the ready as Lighteria glares angrily, breathing heavily from the wounds.

Saw through me, huh? You'd better be some kind of really good AI friend... Cause I've had it up to here.

His gaze turning a little cold, and his hand lifting into the air theatrically, the twin blade snaps his finger. Another green glyph forms in front of his fingers and a juk kruz spell forms in the air around the twin blade. Of course... he dodges the spell effects effortlessly. A less successful dodge though comes from one of Lighteria's Rashou being flung at his face immediately following the spell. A quick second dodge simply doesn't cut it and the blade plunges into the fighter's side, scraping through his skin and spinning away towards the wall. Taking the opportunity to strike while he's reeling, the twin blade launches into a flying kick. The fighter gasps and takes the blow to his shoulder with Lighteria getting the cocky smirk this time... ...until he feels a grip on his ankle.

Oh... that's not good.

The rogue's grip tightens and the light-weight twin blade suddenly finds himself being flung to the floor, taking a nice, solid belly flop. The loud, satisfying smack heard from Lighteria kissing the dirt gets another grin from the rogue... one that quickly fades when he sees an extremely legitimate angry face on the timid twin blade. Taking every advantage being at an enemy's feet can give you, Lighteria pulls his Rashou back and plunges the blade straight through the rogue's ankle. THAT hurt. The rogue hits terra firma as well, one of his knives dropping from his hand so he can grip his bleeding ankle. Lighteria blinks and scrambles to his feet, grabbing the dagger from him before he has the chance to recover. The twin blade blinks as tiny green orbs flow into his body from where he stabbed the fighter.

Huh... Little HP boost... Haven't had THAT proc in a while. And... wow. This dagger's stats... ...are... AWFUL.

With a shrug, the twin blade charges at his opponent again, taking advantage of him being down one weapon. The rouge, still reeling from the pain takes a good stab to the side. Lighteria blinks, noting HE'S the one looking enraged this time and backs off in a dodge just as his dagger plunges downward. Now ideally that would be in Lighteria's spine right about now, but fortunately for him the dagger is instead planted into the floor. The rogue blinks and yanks hard on the hilt... nothing. Lighteria smirks juuuust a little as he rushes forward again. He swipes with the rogue's blade, the rogue expertly dodging the swipe, abandoning the effort to get his blade free for the moment. Lighteria's next to strikes are rather surprisingly well dodged as well, the rogue managing to move in a tight circle and make another frantic and wiggly attempt at extracting his blade. ...Still nothing. Lighteria glares and his stab is quickly deflected by the rogue's fore arm. Of course... he's still got his hand on the blade hilt... and he's only got one arm to block with... and Lighteria has two blades.

Ooof... really hope you can't feel pain now.

Lighteria's eye twitches, seeing his Rashou plunged into the rogue's chest. There's blood pouring down the twin blade's wrist and hand. The timid player shudders, watching the rogue weakly trying to pull the blade from the floor still. Now's not the time to take chances though, Lighteria quickly smacks him with the hilt of his blade, sending him onto the floor. He pounces onto the rogue's chest and plunges his daggers into the fighter's throat, finally slaying the thing. It twitches and fades out, Lighteria still holding a vice grip on his horribly stated dagger.

"... ...Ow." Lighteria says plainly, casting repth before he's jumped on by something else.


OOC:
Headsman (85%)
1 Spearman (100%)
2 Rogues (100%)
5 Turrets (100%)
Lv. 37 Twin Blade (180 SP)
Weapon: Rashou (Thunder Coil- 30, Suvi Lei- 20, Mumyn Lei- 30) (Life Drain)
Armor: Holy Tree Mail (Juk Kruz- 20) - Scarab Earring (La Repth- 20, Rip Maen- 40) - Time Sandals (Ap Do- 15) - Forest Gloves (Juk Kruz- 20)
GP: 14384

Wish list (In order of priority): Angel halo accessory, chibi angel wings, Bone Armor, Professional

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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Phoenix512 » Fri Mar 13, 2009 2:25 am

Phoenix felt a bit relieved to have his clothes and equipment as well his companion still in necklace form. Looks like you won’t be seeing me in that loincloth after all, Suzaku. Oh well. At least I’m not seeing darkness anymore. But being in that damn box has weakened me a bit. It won’t be ready for a fight for a little bit.

Understood, Suzaku. Nice to have you back though.

Suzaku did not say anything as Phoenix began the climb up the stairs. He managed to keep up with the pace with the others until they reached the top of the stairs. At that point, Demorian began to give intel about the various bad guys with their weapons. For once, we know what they’re capable of except for the turrets which they had some special properties that Demorian forgot to mention. Phoenix did not immediately jump into the fray and watch Raquar, Dien, and Takua all die by the Headsman’s axe. He thought they were being a bit stupid for trying to attack the Headsman head on but Sekai looked like she had a plan before dying as well. Realizing that she actually was not intending to die head on, he used a Resurrect on her.

Phoenix was not ready for the Headsman without Suzaku’s help. He continued to survey the battlefield and noticed Canti managed to take out the Ani turret. So that’s how you take out a turret. Phoenix looked in his inventory and saw he had three Knight’s Banes but no Beast’s Bane to lower magical defense. I guess Knight’s Bane it is but only the Wind Blade can reach them.

The blademaster prepared himself for battle by using a Speed Charm and drawing out the Pegasus Comet. Then he used the Knight’s Bane the fire turret. When he did use the bane, it set off a collective hatred for the blademaster. All five of them fired off their rom spells at Phoenix but he knew they would do that and rolled out of the way of the impact zone with his enhanced spell from his Twilight and Speed Charm. He fired off a Wind Blade at the fire turret which he hit it but it was not enough. The turret was still standing and collectively, the turrets fired another set of rom spells at Phoenix. He was not fast enough to avoid all of them but at least he did not take the full blunt of the spells.

So I’m being burned, pricked, smashed, shocked, and frostbitten all at the same time. Oh fun.

Phoenix fired off another Wind Blade at the turret but once again it was not enough to destroy it. Again, the five turrets fired off another combined rom attack at the blademaster. This time they were a bit smarter and split off their attack. Phoenix got a full hit from a BiVak Rom. The fires burned his scars which gave him great pain but it was not enough to kill him. Phoenix fired off another Wind Blade at the fire turret but still not enough to destroy it. Once again, the five turrets try to kill the blademaster but with little success as Phoenix kept moving this time. He caught a bit of the thunder and ice roms but he was fine for the moment. The blademaster stopped his movement and released a final Wind Blade at the fire turret. This time he was successful in destroying the man-shaped turret. For his reward, Phoenix was hit with four rom spells. He was barely alive after that.

Phoenix used Ola Repth to heal himself and anyone else who was in the area. Then he drowned a Mage’s Soul to recover most of his SP. That’s two turrets down and four to go. I don’t think I can do that again so soon. Suzaku, are you able to fight now?

Not yet, Kazuma. You have to hold out without me for now.

Damn, hurry up then. Phoenix was still hurting from being burned, pricked, smashed, shocked, and frostbitten by the turrets. He was used to the pain now. It was good that he was able to fight again and destroy something. He was ready to fight once again.

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Headsman (85%)
1 Spearman (100%)
2 Rogues (100%)
4 Turrets (100%)
Phoenix
Level 48 Blademaster
Equipped Skills: Vak Revolver, Gan Revolver, Dek Vorv, La Repth, Juk Kruz, Rue Kruz, BiVak Rom, GiGan Zot
Other Skills: Rue Kruz, Rip Synk, Rip Saem, Crack Beat, Rue Slash, Ani Slash, Gan Crack, Gan Revolver

Wish List: Phoenix's Fire, Gold Necklace
EX-Spheres: LV 3 - Overdrive, LV 3 - Curative, LV 3 - Elemental Breath

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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Locke » Wed Mar 18, 2009 4:00 am

Is Libra alright?

The first thing on Baron’s mind as he staggered to his feet after a moment of rest was the state of his AI companion. Libra had taken a lot of damage while the Twin Blade was out of commission, and he had been quiet since control had changed again. Baron was worried that the shock of injury had been too much, but he was quickly reassured by the Gemini that Libra was fine. The AI was merely unconscious, and would likely be out for a while until he recovered, but since Baron was back in control, his body wouldn’t just be dead weight. He could continue what his friend had started, and help break everyone free of the dungeon. After that… well, he’d see. First things first.

Downing a Mage’s Soul from his inventory to restore most of his missing SP, Baron scanned his spell lists, mentally going over what he had as he observed the battlefield around him. He saw two of the turrets go down in short order, remembering how they had nuked anyone foolish enough to toss a spell out at one of the enemies below them. Clearly they were the bigger threat and had to be dealt with accordingly. However, rather than charge in as he normally would have, Baron actually backed away, nearing one of the walls to observe his companions at work, especially the three that went after the turrets. Takua had minimal success with his, a RaVak Don leading to an instant cremation as a powerful Vak summon was launched at him in retaliation. Baron winced at the searing heat that washed over the battlefield, backing up against the wall a little further before pushing himself up and forcing himself to continue watching.

Two of the others- one a Twin Blade and the other a Blademaster, both unknown by name- were both going after different turrets. The former attacked one and took it down with a lightning-charged skill that shredded the humanoid monster, though he was shot down rather quickly afterwards, barely surviving. The Blademaster had done similarly with a technique (likely a Twilight-based ability) that reminded Baron of Nemera’s kinetic sword waves, taking down the Vak-affiliated turret in a barrage of attacks. Both took the opportunity to lower the turrets’ resistance to the ability, whether it be physical or magical, so as to remove their tolerance. Baron took note of that as he continued to watch, before deciding on his course of action. Checking his inventory, he found he didn’t have any Beast Banes or Knight Banes on him, but he did have a Dek Vorma spell from the Dragon’s Head he had recently acquired- that would work in lieu, though he’d be putting himself in danger if it landed.

Still, it was worth the risk, and if he moved fast enough, he’d avoid most of the pain and injury… right?

An Ap Corma to boost Baron’s magical parameters was coupled with a Dek Vorma on the Rai turret were all the Twin Blade needed before he started off running, immediately besieged by a rush of spells. Ice exploded in glittering fragments around him, lightning crackled and twin streams of rock and vine swirled in all directions. Diving free of the rush of spells, Baron breathed heavily, realizing that his speed was not enough to dodge the magical torrent unless he was smart about it. Downing a pair of Health Drinks to restore most of his lost health, the Twin Blade started off running again, his wings spreading out behind him as he lifted off of the ground, getting out of range of the gravity-bound enemies below. Moving quickly, he paused long enough to switch his armor around and send a powerful OrmeAni Kruz spell at the turret. He paused after sending off the spell, a nearly fatal mistake.

Even as the skulls of darkness crashed into the Rai turret, Baron was surprised by a barrage of magic that came his way. Flying quickly out of the storm that enveloped him, the Twin Blade realized that all of the health he had just recovered had been wiped away in a single burst, and that every muscle in his body was aching. Ice had cut jagged tears in his skin, lightning had singed hair and flesh, and the rest of the cuts and bruises didn’t do much for his overall level of awareness. His vision wavered for a moment as he flew, the adrenaline keeping him going but the pain making him want to just drop. Two more Health Drinks were downed as he flew directly up to the Rai turret, a new idea come to mind. Most couldn’t reach the turrets with weapons, so it was possible that they only had Magic Tolerance. It was worth a shot, with a lack of Knight’s Banes or Dek Vorv spells to provide a “just-in-case” measure.

Letting darkness envelop his blades, Baron slashed the Rai turret several times, but even as the Twin Darkness skill went off, he was dismayed to see that there was indeed a Physical Tolerance as well. In essence, he blew about a fifth of his SP on an attack with absolutely no effect. Even worse, the monster’s claws and another barrage of spells met him in the air, lowering the Twin Blade’s HP down to dangerous levels and dropping him to the ground. Pushing himself up, gasping for air from the pain filling him, he downed his sole remaining Health Potion, resolve coming to mind. Hit-and-run wasn’t working, not with the way his items were going, so he had to make a stand- if he got revived, then it wouldn’t cost him anything, and his teammates, who were likely well-stocked, wouldn’t feel much if any of a loss.

Downing another Mage’s Soul, Baron immediately sent off an OrmeAni Kruz from his position, knowing the resulting barrage would come his way shortly. However, he managed to get off a second one before the convergence of magic almost completely obliterated him, cutting off all pain suddenly, like the flick of a switch. The second darkness spell actually did its job and tore the turret to pieces, causing the monstrosity to hang limp, the last of its life drained. Three of the turrets were down, and even if it had cost Baron a death to destroy one, he felt like he had accomplished something. He just prayed that he was revived soon- he hated the chill of death.

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Headsman (85%)
1 Spearman
2 Rogues
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Baron | Level 47 Twin Blade [100/1000 EXP] | 891 HP / 265 SP
Weapon: Fishskin
Armor: Emperor's Crown/Bone Armor/Thunder Gloves/Ninja Anklet
Accessories/Books: Ethereal Angel Wings, Silver Grunty
Skills: Thunder Coil, Gale of Swords
Spells: Merrows, GiRai Don, BiVak Rom, GiGan Zot, Rai Don, Ani Don, Duk Lei
GP: 750 (As of 8/2/15)
Wishlist: Nny Scales, Lucky Shoes, Saint Cross, Greave Sticker, Pet EX-Levels/Spheres(!)

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Dien
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Part 6

Post by Dien » Sun Mar 22, 2009 2:28 am

It was just typical that none of the Blademaster’s typical tricks would have worked. This opponent was bigger, tougher, stronger, and more annoying than any other normal player he’d fought. So he was thirty or so levels removed—that didn’t matter, because he’d actually fought against opponents with that kind of a handicap before, and won. No, those were flukes. How he’d beaten someone of his current level while he was level one was beyond Dien’s comprehension outside of sheer dumb luck. That, or the idiot didn’t know what he was doing.

He sighed, debating whether or not to think about who or how to attack next. It was quickly becoming apparent that only the stronger characters in the group would be able to take on the axe-man in head-to-head combat. And then, the spearmen also seemed to be equally tricky to deal with. As he watched, Senna dispatched one of the warriors of pointy sticks to his grave, then proceeded to use a Resurrect on him. Life flowed into his cadaver, again sending him into the throes of battle.

But not yet. Pausing a beat to think, he remembered watching Sekai’s attack. At one point, she’d seen him dead, and then in the next, she had completely ignored him for two of his comrades—three if he counted the immediate death that she found. Rig Seam and Rig Geam were drowned on him after the Mage’s Soul washed away, and he turned to face the girl’s ghost.

“Hey Sekai,” he called, garnering the girl’s attention, “catch!” With a gentle toss, the scroll that had brought him back into the world was hefted in her direction. Only…before it got there, life washed over her body, utterly killing the irony of the situation. His face drooped, and he stepped forward. At least it was SP he wouldn’t have to spend on her resurrection?

The scroll bounced off the girl's head, earning Dien a rather befuddled expression as she eyed the scroll and picked the item up. She shot a quick glance over her shoulder to check on the enemy's position before slipping quickly over to where the Blademaster stood, offering the scroll back with a small, shy smile.

Um…here. Thank you though, it was very kind of you.” Her soft voice held nothing but sincerity in it while she spoke.

“…thanks,” Dien said, humbly taking the scroll before noticing her currently weaponless hands. This girl was an archer—a good fighter only if someone was fighting with her. He shot a glance to the one remaining spearman, eyeing it down considerably before returning to face her. “You’re a good shot, I take it?” Her face flushed a little, color rising in her cheeks as her eyes dropped to something interesting on her left- whatever that might have been—before she responded.

I’m better than I used to be, but I still have a lot to learn.” She wasn’t being modest- or it was hard to distinguish honesty and modesty when it came right down to it. The blademaster only nodded, considering the strategy that was forming in his head.

“Think you could help me take down that spear-guy?” he asked, gesturing to the stoic figure before continuing, “you shoot ‘im with as many arrows as you can muster, and I’ll deal with whatever the affect of his spear is in the close range…” His voice drifted out as he tried to toy with the logistics of such a thing. She’d have to be really confident of her accuracy in order to not hit him. He’d also need her to help in keeping alive, especially if that spear was as sharp as the axe he’d just faced off against.

Do you know if they have any weaknesses to a specific element?” Sekai asked, her eyes landing on the remaining spear wielder with a thoughtful expression on her face. After a moment's pause, she looked back at Dien curiously. “I can get Kira out here to help you as well,” A hasty correction. “To help you distract and attack him close range, I mean.

“I’m going all fire,” Dien responded, twitching slightly as equipment set in place, “Ap Do, Ap Vakz, Ap Vakz, Dek Vakz!” And with that, it began, Zanzamas switching places with Fire & Sky to complete the full Vakz ensemble. It was something he prided himself on—with this setup, his Vak stat was higher than any other single stat could achieve at his level. The spells were limited, but he’d deal with it. The Vakz spells he’d just cast would help that much. Of course, the moment the Dek landed on the spearman, it responded in a lunge across the terrain to meet him, putting Sekai a little closer to the action than he’d wanted. Their strategy worked tag-team tactics; he’d agro the thing, she’d shoot it, but before it could get to her, he’d agro it again. In concept it was a flawless plan, but this was unexpected.

Fortunately, the attack had been directed at Dien, and he took the weak blow to his side. Danielle scoffed inside his mind, and he could only wonder what had just happened to merit her frustration. However, before any further damage could be done to the blademaster, his fighting partner had backed off and released a small volley of arrows. Two of them struck, sinking into the figure’s side and leg before their incandescent SP-supply faded and they vanished. The blademaster smirked, glad that the girl knew how to fight tag-team style, and unleashed a skill at the spearman.

“Vak Slash!” he called, and his sword was alight with flames. However, as the swings arced in their courses, something odd happened. Just before they could connect, the World seemed to fade into a monotone haze, and he lost all sense of direction, a wave of vertigo creeping over him just long enough to make him lose track of where he was going. A moment later, and it was over. His sword just nicked the spearman after he came to, and it was too late to correct it. Had he just had his accuracy broken or something? No, he’d encountered that spell before: this was nothing like that. He paused, thinking for a moment to himself as a stab was directed at Sekai in vain. She in turn unleashed a Shocking Arrow of Voltage and another arrow at the adversary. Had that been the affect of the thing’s weapon? Were his physical attacks now useless? If that were the case, he’d need to keep the agro directed towards himself, which meant keeping the archer at range, where she’d be safe.

“Sekai!” he called, turning to her, “get as much range as you can manage!” As soon as the words had been loosed from his mouth, he pushed forward in an attempt to drive his sword into this spearman’s sternum. No damage at all, but at least his plan was working. He’d also learned that whatever effect that had been was entirely temporary—he’d just attacked half-assedly and gotten a half-assed result. The girl’s first arrow had almost the same effect, and fortunately for Dien the spearman was more content to focus on the target just in front of him. Well, fortunately for his plan. His HP and nervous system weren’t quite as appreciative of their good tactics as he was, and he was down to around ¾ health; nevermind the pain of two open gashes in his side.

No time to deal with that, though. He pushed up, delivering a slash to the man’s side—which produced the same foggy vertigo as before, passing quickly to show that his slash had been entirely off the mark. But somehow the fog lasted a bit longer, and he’d already set his mind in motion to cast Vak Don afterwards. The blademaster barely had time to look up from his missed slash to find the target before the spell had appeared, and the spearman merely leaned out of the way, letting the fireball crash to the floor. In the mean time, one of the turret-figures had dropped a double dose of icy tornadoes on Sekai.

Her retaliation was once again swift: two arrows and another Shocking Arrow of Voltage. The first veered off-course, making the blademaster question this archer’s skill. Worse still was when it collided with the Headsman and caught his attention. Not. Good. The blademaster winced subconsciously at their misfortune, but was relieved that the other two arrows connected at least somewhat. It did nothing to prevent what came next: the spear of the opponent found Dien’s neck and plunged itself deep within, opening the windpipe and severing the digital version of his esophagus, which snapped downward in a feeling most unpleasant. Instinctively he clutched the shaft and pushed it back, blood pouring liberally from the wound that had probably hit the jugular. In real life, he’d have died on the spot.

Fortunately, in the very instant that the spear had been dislodged, Kira appeared from out of nowhere, bringing her spear down towards the spearman. Sekai, meanwhile, decided to take the role of the healer. Ola Repth flew from the archer’s lips and healed the organs in Dien’s throat, along with the two gashes in his side. It was good that the girl had such spells—it would keep them in the game just that little bit longer. Then again, she was seventeen levels removed from him, so it made sense.

Taking the opportunity of having full health, the blademaster thrust his sword at the spearman, expecting fully to go dizzy again and miss. What he didn’t expect was for the blade to wind up embedded in his foot. His opponent seemed almost cocky as he began to twirl his spear, the patterns it carved through the air seeming uncannily familiar to the player. It was a Repulse Cage, only minus the typical weapon-glow of a skill. He’d faced the skill at least a dozen times in battle, and knew exactly what to expect—only this was about twice as fast. He recoiled backwards, taking a light slash across the chest and dropping to one knee as the wound in his foot throbbed. Kira was beside him, and in one motion they pushed forward in an attack.

Sekai, meanwhile, started to back away even farther, trying to maintain the distance between herself and the Headsman who’d taken notice of her. Three arrows flew from her bow: two towards the distracted spearman, and one towards the curiously intrigued headsman. Her aim couldn’t have been better; the first two sunk into the silent longarm’s neck and produced a single critical hit. The third hit the headsman, but he brushed it off and continued his slowly accelerating stride.

Kira leapt over the spearman’s head as Dien thrust his sword and landed her spear in his back. The usual wave of dizziness caught the blademaster, throwing his blade off course just enough to where it shaved the hair off the man’s ear. He was getting better at this, but if he was right, then this next attack should have no problems hitting the mark, and it was his haymaker. He took a moment to switch weapons, during which time his close-quarters teammate applied as much torque to the shaft of her spear. It was one hell of a shove, designed to land the man they were focusing on right in the path of the one who’d taken notice of Sekai, and keep their ranged fighter protected. Obviously more to it than that, but the blademaster didn’t waste a second. His hand faced the direction of the spearman, tracking him like an expert sniper before unleashing hell. Literally.

Dien’s palm began to glow hot orange, and he could feel something stronger than just the SP beginning to flow into the spell. He shrugged the sensation off, as this was technically the first time he’d fired a spell from an equipped armor piece, and continued to focus. There was a moment as the heat in his hand intensified that all grew silent, before a blazing ball of fire shot forward, fluctuating only slightly in its rapid path to the spearman. He landed in the path of the headsman only nanoseconds before being nailed by the Vulcan summon. His flesh popped and boiled for a moment before dissolving into vapor around the strange skeleton. It seemed to linger in the air for a moment before falling to the ground.

His plan had worked so far, but they’d just graduated to a much more difficult opponent. This was a boss fight to end all boss fights, and the blademaster smirked, his breathing heavy after having just exhausted his SP. It was going to take a lot of luck to do this bastard in, and he turned to face their new opponent. At least, before a GiRue Rom swirled up around the blademaster, taking out a sizeable chunk of his HP. Yeah, it was going to take a whole freaking lot of luck.

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Headsman (84%)
2 Rogues
3 Turrets

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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Sekai » Tue Mar 24, 2009 1:01 pm

Come to think of it, Sekai realized as she narrowed her eyes and fired, watching the arrow's flight into the Spearman with a satisfied nod of her head, she didn't even know Dien-san all that well- and neither did he know her either. They'd met once before, back when she'd tried once- and failed to rouse herself from the state of mind she'd been in- a long time ago and re-encountered one another once she'd risen from the shock of being put into a coma. What was even more interesting- and what she'd forgotten- was that he had been the first one she'd spoken to once she'd woken up.

He also seemed to be one of the few who weren't giving her an odd vibe once she'd awakened from Xenobia's attack. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but, Sekai could have sworn she'd caught that quiet lady in grey, Senna-san, she thought the name might have been, glaring at her at one point. Maybe, she told herself as she prepared and fired off two arrows in a row, risking some SP loss by adding in a third in the form of the Rai based arrow for more damage, she was just cranky from being locked in a cell with very uncomfortable clothing on.

Or, if she wanted to be logical about it, the Long Arm was probably angry at her for releasing Demorian-san out of his cell and continuing to speak to him as if he were an ally instead of the potential enemy he'd been when she'd left the Freedom Fighters to assist the Eventide Crescendo.

'When did life get so complicat-'

Sekai stilled, freezing in place with a hand clamped to her mouth in horror as the Headman turned around to face them, an arrow protruding from his armor as his eyes locked on to where she stood before noticing that she and Dien both were, well, attacking one of his allies. Some term was dancing just outside her reach as she tried to recall what they called it when you accidentally angered someone by attacking them and they were about to really make you pay for it.

“Of all the times I had to accidentally hit another target, did it really have to be now?”

She muttered in panic to herself, eyes darting toward Dien in a silent apology she hoped he noticed before trying to figure out what on Earth she was going to do next... now that she'd complicated matters even further.

'I suppose this is what I get for trying to think and battle at the same time,'

Kira laughed at her, the warm chuckle coming through their telepathic link as the cool presence at her side put a ghostly hand against the small of her back. Silently, the two of them communicated back and forth until Sekai closed her eyes a moment, regaining focus as she felt the mark upon her back suddenly heat up. With a burst of glowing blue-green light, the ghostly AI suddenly became solid and immediately headed straight for their initial target.

If we can take this one out, we'll be able to focus more on the Headman. Back up little one, this is going to get ugly.

As if it were a self-fulfilling prophecy, it indeed got ugly. Dien's throat ripped wide open by the counterattack of the Spearman himself had Sekai wincing and grabbing her own throat in horror. Kira, as per usual, seemed unaffected by the sight and swung her spear down in a diagonal slash to draw attention to herself.

The young Archer swallowed hard, shaking her head and focused on getting herself back into a battle based mindset, automatically going for the healer's route and pulling her new healing spell out of her inventory with a shaky sounding voice.

“O-Ola Repth!”

She also found out that the sheer amount of SP that drained was incredible- but the way the HP of any allies in range healed up was even more amazing. Sekai definitely approved of this magic spell and made a mental note to make good use of it in future fights due to how useful she deemed it. Switching tactics and downing a Mage's Soul- was it really the liquified soul of an actual magic user?- she drew back the string of her bow and fired, the electrified arrow shooting off... and completely missing, as had Kira's attack.

Dien had hit... though, somehow, Sekai didn't think he'd intended to strike himself in the foot with his own blade. That had to have hurt, she thought with a wince, automatically checking her surroundings to make sure she wasn't about to get a bunch of ice dropped on her like last time. Noticing the Headman's intent and progress in her direction, the young teenager narrowed her eyes and set her chin determinedly, putting a hasty distance between herself and the oncoming enemy as she went on the offensive.

Three arrows fired, one right after the other with only one change in direction. Two sank into the Spearman's throat- not exactly her intended target but, one she appreciated nonetheless... and then even more so when she noticed the critical hit take place on the second shot. Whirling slightly and firing at what felt like an awkward angle, her third arrow also struck true and lodged in the Headman's thigh, another of the critical hit notices catching her attention with surprise.

With the Spearman's attention diverted and Dien's attack a split second ahead of her own, Kira attacked from behind, feeling the jar of flesh being split by blade and ricocheting off bone before noticing the increase of heat behind her. A half-scowl, half-dirty look was sent the Blademaster's way from the Ruem princess as she managed to hastily get herself the hell out of the path right before the Vulcan summon dropped atop the enemy and finished him off.

Well, that was one way of doing it, Kira thought to herself as she watched the man-thing burn before her eyes in satisfaction of a job well done.

'Um... Kira? Headman!'

Shit, she'd been caught off her guard and- Kira watched the world spin in place in puzzled confusion right before her tail bone screamed in pissed off amounts of pain at her and her breath left her for the moment. Had... had she, a former High Priestess of her kingdom, just been knocked on her ass by a human with an axe?

'Survey says “yes”?'

Muttering something that made her little one's eyes widen in horror- the young girl hated cursing in any forms- and adding in a comment about the Headman's mother for good measure right before getting to her feet and lunging to stab the bastard in the back. Fuck the rules and common courtesy, she was pissed and didn't like being embarrassed like that.

Naturally, as she heard the sound of an arrow catching in a joint- a really irritating sound from personal experience- the jackass managed to move just enough that her blade missed the target. An additional screech against armor made her jaw clench and set her teeth on edge. She was going to have one bitch of a headache and- what the fuck was that thing doing?

Sekai's expression mirrored Kira's inner thoughts as the young girl looked at one of the 'turrets' hanging from the ceiling and watched in horror as it stabbed itself in the face and throat with its claws. What felt like a massive burst of energy exploded from it and targeted the Headman. Once her eyes had adjusted, Sekai felt her heart sink into her stomach at what she saw; all their progress against him had just been nullified and his health returned in full.

Drat, shoot and bother.

Discouraged and wanting to know just what on earth she was supposed to do now, Sekai couldn't help but feel surprised at the encouraging shout from the Blademaster to keep attacking as he charged into the fray. Swallowing hard and firing a dual set of electricity filled arrows, a normal arrow and, as an afterthought, one of the new spells she'd acquired- ViJuk Rom, the fifteen year old's expression quickly turned from surprised to chagrined to embarrassed in a matter of moments as one of the arrows skimmed past and drew a burning, bleeding line across Kira's side before spluttering out like its twin had.

Something became rather fascinating on the Headman's armor all of a sudden as Sekai avoided Kira's gaze and tried to pretend that she hadn't seen the look of 'you and I are going to exchange words when we have a moment and don't you think you're going to get away with that' that was sent her way. Inwardly, she was cringing and knew she was probably going to really get it later.

At least the spell and the normal arrow had done something. Maybe she shouldn't use the charged arrows and stick to the normal ones for the time being, seemed to be more effective against this guy at least. Kira's attacks seemed to work well, visible damage temporarily sating the woman's irritation as she waited and tried to read the man's next move. Dien crumpled from the hit- not that she could blame the guy, that looked like it hurt like a son of a bitch- and she suddenly found the axe swinging her way. Gritting her teeth and trying to backpedal to avoid it, Kira started cursing under her breath in another language as she too hit the ground, on one knee in order to catch her breath and muttered something foul in the link between herself and Sekai.

“Ola Repth!

Slightly emboldened by the fact that the Headman was a little too distracted or didn't see her as a threat, Sekai immediately jumped into action, the spell leaving her lips as she fired two shots with her bow, the arrows zipping forward as she repeated the ViJuk Rom for good measure. If nothing else, she had to continue until she could no longer fight, she ran out of items and SP, or she got him down to or below what he'd been before that turret had exploded.

Feeling rather vindictive, Kira swung her spear and aimed at one of the joints of the man's armor, the legs would be fun to take out and if she could cripple him, there'd be a total assault on the man before he could even order the turrets to blast them all. Vindictive, the woman reminded herself, tended to get one's ass kicked. Or, in her case as it was, an axe shaft to the chest hard enough to fling her a fair distance away.

She cursed him- and his ancestors- the entire way, of course. Right up until she hit the ground and skidded a ways away, needing to pause and catch her breath. That was it; she was stabbing that motherfucker and being a pain in his ass- or, more realistically, his back. Getting to her feet and, smugly thanking him for the ground she could cover with a good run, Kira bolted forward with her spear in position, leaping into the air a couple feet away and drove down fiercely with the blade toward his back.

Sekai panicked, firing off two of her arrows, wincing as one hit and the other missed, and in a hasty error that came from not reading the spell on her list properly, sent off what she thought had been a Rom spell... but turned out to be one of the few Zot spells she had. Wincing as the wood based thorns ripped up from the ground and did an admittedly decent amount of damage to the wrong person, she kicked herself mentally as Kira was thrown off the man's back and Dien was killed with an overhand swing that must have hurt.

Swallowing another Mage's Soul, Sekai sent a Rip Maen after Dien, restoring him to life and used Ola Repth immediately afterwards to heal Kira's injuries. She felt sweat on her brow, trying to keep her mind calm and focused as she fired another dual set of normal arrows and a MeRai Rom at the Headman to distract him as much as possible. Kira, being who she was, took advantage of the situation and went for a low, dirty move- stabbing the man in the leg with her spear and earning a kick for it in retaliation.

Gold-brown eyes widened and in a blur of white and green, the girl started running like hell away from the Headman's advance. She was fairly quick- and being small helped that as well somehow- as she glanced over her shoulder to judge the distance between the two of them and fired off a MeRai Rom and a ViJuk Rom to try and slow him down. Kira came to her rescue once again, leaping and driving her spear into the man's back with a snarl intended to both verbally vent her frustration, and to distract the bastard from going after her little one while Dien tackled the man in a gutsy move after tricking him with a fake Vulcan Pha.

Had he actually had the attack, Kira might have been a little worried, all things considered.

All things considered, Kira hadn't been expecting to be thrown off and hurled directly into her little one either. In a tangle of limbs, the two women went down in a heap and started struggling to try and untangle one another in a series of yelps, curses and other varying sounds that didn't exactly sound happy or pleasant.

Wincing as they managed to untangle themselves for the most part- Sekai, sporting the beginnings of a black eye from the elbow in the face she'd gotten from trying to wiggle free, looked up and froze as the Headman's shadow fell across them. Swallowing hard and doing her best to look defiant despite the fact that she knew they were about to get killed rather brutally, Sekai cringed and braced herself, shutting her eyes as she waited for the axe to literally fall and end their lives... when she heard a distinctive clang of metal on metal that caused her to look up...

'Who...?'

((2 Rogues
2 Turrets

Headman: 75%))
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Name: Sekai
Level: 54
EXP: 0000/1000
Class: Archer
Clan: Army of Darkness
HP: 835
SP: 347

Currently Equipped:

Einherjar: Kira, December, Zorya

Head: Bat Earrings (Ola Repth 40, Rip Maen 40)
Body: Saint Cross (Rue Zot 10, RaJuk Zot 30)
Arm: Protect Ring (Ap Vorma 15, MeJuk Kruz 20)
Leg: Ninja Anklet (BiVak Rom 20, GiGan Zot 30)
Add-Ons: Forestlore, Wood Magic (permanently raised Wood Offense/Defense by +3 total)

Wishlist: Levels, Summon: Wood, Archer Weapons, Light Armor

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Re: Captured! Jailbreak of the Century

Post by Lord Canti » Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:37 pm

(This was getting to be something of a trial. Though, as far as trials go, this wasn't a bad one. Check this out. We, the representatives of the Elite do prosecute the Freadom Fighters for trying to break from jail. Aha, but "Objection!!", my good sir! On what grounds? On the grounds of kicking your collective asses with our veritable army here! True, the Headsman was far from easy to handle in this case, but he had to be the only really high-level character here right now. Canti had taken down a Turret while others worked on some of the ground-bound enemies, and as he landed, Senna was up against a Spearman and showed HIM who's the Long Arm of the...hmmm. Law? No, that'd be administration. Long Arm of the Awesome Patrol! There! Granted, this fight wasn't easy, but it was the only game in town and Canti was lovin' it. They had powers, numbers, and resources. The enemy had the homefield advantage, for the most part, but it wasn't counting for much, save for a battle resolve to finish them quickly. Lights took out a Rogue - "YARRRGGBLBLE!!!" - and then the Twin Blade saw Phoenix on the move and...)

Canti: Wait, no. No, not the red one-

(...the Vak Turret died at his hands.)

Canti: Fuck. I wanted that one...

(But he could hardly complain, since the method of Turret-destruction was discovered by him and they were too dumb to really adapt much, by his reasoning. The Rai-Turret was down next, which Canti didn't mind for obvious reasons, followed by the Juk Turret. Now, this was where the Twin Blade decided to act. Fully healed and charged from his break in the action, Canti took flight once more. There were two Turrets left, and he was in at the right time and place to finish 'em off. The trouble was...one of them had his weakness, and neither of them were weak against HIS attacks. Ah well, shit happens. No elemental protection for THEM either. So, knowing exactly what was gonna happen, Canti flipped a Knight's Bane at the Rue-Turret and flew off like a fricking lightning bolt. Actually, it was more like a black-and-red raven-thing with jet-propellant, but you get the idea. It was alot easier to duck and weave around this nonsense with only two Turrets left, Gan Zots and Rue Roms buzzing around him while he did a burning barrel roll and came back at the Rue-Turret, suddenly. The hanging judge slashed at him with those unorthodox claws while he did fly-bys and an actual Thunder Coil strike. The Turret went limp, Canti was Gan Don'd in the face, and then everything was kosher again.)

Canti: You'd think they'd learn, but I guess they're just automated dumbasses. Heh, fine by me.

(Downing another Health Drink, Canti switched on his music list and selected a random playback before getting to work on the last Turret. No particular reason. He just felt like putting on some decent ass-kicking music that fit the pace. Taking a wing-assisted leap, he turned and stood on the ceiling and drew out his blades once more. He could effectively walk on the ceiling, since the power of flight in The World was more or less a defiance of gravity. Beyond that, the law was a bit fluid. Therefore, he threw the Knight's Bane over at the Gan-Turret, and watched it react as predicted. Only now, he was only dodging ONE spell at a time. He side-stepped easily, sliding this way and that, before getting in close enough to Thunder Coil and kick off of it when it retaliated. But there wasn't a blitzkrieg to handle anymore. It was just a one-on-one, and Canti just dove in to finish it off in a flying ram attack. The last of the Turrets soon fell to his metal blades, and the winged player took to the ground, satisfied with a full set of dead Wavemaster zombies.)

OOC: And now...

2 Rogues,
1 Headsman (75%),
AND THOU!
I'll have a doozy of a sig later, I swear. It'll reflect ".hack//CODE" an' everything.

Hey look! A profile! It's got items and stats and things! Cool! If it isn't fully up to date, it will be, so don't worry 'bout it.

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