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@RoflsMazoy Look. The sphere was flying at high speeds toward your character. Atlas flew straight up, out of radius to swoop down. If the gravity point is essentially a sphere in shape, there would be no way I would be closer to it than you. Besides that, you can't just brush him off and expect to go to the Hunter ship and blow it up immediately after as if Atlas just forgot about you. You're taking about 5 minute chunk posts and casting all kinds of spells as a time that either require you pointing (gravity point) or concentration and containment (electric bomb). It's extremely hard to roleplay when you power play. And I'll just be up front with you. Stick to the rules.
@Medjedovic I didn't even notice, thanks. Very observant of you.
@Medjedovic the names are so similar, I mix them up sometimes. Thanks for letting me know.
Edit: But, could you point out where? I don't think I used their names. I just said Oxidal.
Edit: But, could you point out where? I don't think I used their names. I just said Oxidal.
On board the Hunter's ship
Atlas, or his clone, you never really could tell sometimes, had been calmly standing in the plotting deck, watching the mayhem occur that was the Sun Dancer bringing their ship flying towards the ground. It hardly affected him, as he simply floated a few inches in the air with his wings to keep himself steady. He wasn't really scared, as he was used to being this high of altitude, and well, he could fly. Which was a lot more than most on the ship could say about the situation. Atlas watched as mercenaries scattered around the ship, getting shot at, milling to places like chickens with their heads cut off, sliding around the ship. It was actually quite amusing to watch. All awhile the "captain" of the ship was barking orders at people, looking like he wanted to stab something with those swords of his, falling and sliding around like the rest. But he barely said any words to him, maybe because he was the only one being productive and not in panic. Well, his counterpart was being productive, he was simply relaying info. "Alright, he's on board the ship. He's going to try to make it to Red Hood once things settle down on the piloting deck."
Suddenly, Atlas caught an Oxidal running out onto the deck. She seemed to be messing with a piece of equipment, and soon a glowing blue shield revealed itself, shielding some of the mercenaries behind it. Which showed how good these mercenaries were... But the Oxidal was beginning to prove herself a little. Speaking of which, she had joined them on the piloting deck. "Flattering, Shara. And no, I don't get cold." Atlas mused, watching her lean against him casually. Shara was the only one he really minded on the ship. Despite not being much for combat, she had a head on her shoulders, and knew what she wanted and how to get it. A thing a trained assassin could admire. After the briefing he nodded, knowing exactly who and what she was talking about. He took the three items and kept them in his belt, but keeping one of them close at hand. It seemed that he had a task to do himself after all. "You know I aim to please." he said with a smirk, watching her head off toward the captain. Atlas took a few steps and looked out on the deck, just floating there a bit. It seemed there was an Ashan aboard the other ship, floating around deck. The little cherub looking guy seemed to be casting magic everywhere, more of a nuisance really. One that had to be dealt with. Noticing the gravity point and not quite sure if it was still functioning, he took an arc around it and towards the enemy Ashan. Once he was in range, and on the same deck, he called out to him.
"Hey jackass, catch." he said, throwing a small sphere hurtling at him. In about a second it would explode into a brilliant ball of light and energy, enough to blow back and stun the frail Ashan. But in this amount of time, Atlas took it to swoop high and come from above him. He would have to choose; Worry about him, or the sphere.
Aboard the Sun Dancer
The other Atlas waited patiently in the closet, keeping quiet and listening to his surroundings. It was quite chaotic, things banging around, clashing, exploding. It sounded quite hectic out there. Whoever or whatever sounded very large and clunky, like a big metal brick, seemed to depart down the corridor. But before Atlas got out he got feedback from his counterpart, that the Ashan on deck was being dealt with. Good. It seemed like maybe the coast would be clear, and this would be an easy swoop in and swoop out. But that would just be too easy.
Atlas heard a sort of growling, and he froze on the spot, looking around. It was some animal, and by the sound of it, it was getting closer. Footsteps too. Dammit he caught my scent he thought to himself, as he heard an arrow clunk against the frame. A female voice outside, telling him to come out with his hands up or be shot. Well, obviously he wasn't going to go out there where he was more likely to be shot by an arrow... Atlas looked around and spotted a cleaner of sorts, and an idea sprang up. He dumped the contents of the jug onto the floor, the smell of cleaning products filling the closet. It was almost intoxicating. Perfect. And there seemed to be no light in the room either, only a modest closet, large enough for maybe two mords to fit. But probably not comfortably. "How rude, I just wanted to clean around the ship. It seemed quite dirty, I can't believe they allow filthy animals... It's a surprise they let you in." he said snidely, before flying up to the ceiling and tucking himself away in the back corner, wrapping himself with his jet black wings. If she wanted him, she would have to spot him herself. Although that normally wasn't easy.
Atlas, or his clone, you never really could tell sometimes, had been calmly standing in the plotting deck, watching the mayhem occur that was the Sun Dancer bringing their ship flying towards the ground. It hardly affected him, as he simply floated a few inches in the air with his wings to keep himself steady. He wasn't really scared, as he was used to being this high of altitude, and well, he could fly. Which was a lot more than most on the ship could say about the situation. Atlas watched as mercenaries scattered around the ship, getting shot at, milling to places like chickens with their heads cut off, sliding around the ship. It was actually quite amusing to watch. All awhile the "captain" of the ship was barking orders at people, looking like he wanted to stab something with those swords of his, falling and sliding around like the rest. But he barely said any words to him, maybe because he was the only one being productive and not in panic. Well, his counterpart was being productive, he was simply relaying info. "Alright, he's on board the ship. He's going to try to make it to Red Hood once things settle down on the piloting deck."
Suddenly, Atlas caught an Oxidal running out onto the deck. She seemed to be messing with a piece of equipment, and soon a glowing blue shield revealed itself, shielding some of the mercenaries behind it. Which showed how good these mercenaries were... But the Oxidal was beginning to prove herself a little. Speaking of which, she had joined them on the piloting deck. "Flattering, Shara. And no, I don't get cold." Atlas mused, watching her lean against him casually. Shara was the only one he really minded on the ship. Despite not being much for combat, she had a head on her shoulders, and knew what she wanted and how to get it. A thing a trained assassin could admire. After the briefing he nodded, knowing exactly who and what she was talking about. He took the three items and kept them in his belt, but keeping one of them close at hand. It seemed that he had a task to do himself after all. "You know I aim to please." he said with a smirk, watching her head off toward the captain. Atlas took a few steps and looked out on the deck, just floating there a bit. It seemed there was an Ashan aboard the other ship, floating around deck. The little cherub looking guy seemed to be casting magic everywhere, more of a nuisance really. One that had to be dealt with. Noticing the gravity point and not quite sure if it was still functioning, he took an arc around it and towards the enemy Ashan. Once he was in range, and on the same deck, he called out to him.
"Hey jackass, catch." he said, throwing a small sphere hurtling at him. In about a second it would explode into a brilliant ball of light and energy, enough to blow back and stun the frail Ashan. But in this amount of time, Atlas took it to swoop high and come from above him. He would have to choose; Worry about him, or the sphere.
Aboard the Sun Dancer
The other Atlas waited patiently in the closet, keeping quiet and listening to his surroundings. It was quite chaotic, things banging around, clashing, exploding. It sounded quite hectic out there. Whoever or whatever sounded very large and clunky, like a big metal brick, seemed to depart down the corridor. But before Atlas got out he got feedback from his counterpart, that the Ashan on deck was being dealt with. Good. It seemed like maybe the coast would be clear, and this would be an easy swoop in and swoop out. But that would just be too easy.
Atlas heard a sort of growling, and he froze on the spot, looking around. It was some animal, and by the sound of it, it was getting closer. Footsteps too. Dammit he caught my scent he thought to himself, as he heard an arrow clunk against the frame. A female voice outside, telling him to come out with his hands up or be shot. Well, obviously he wasn't going to go out there where he was more likely to be shot by an arrow... Atlas looked around and spotted a cleaner of sorts, and an idea sprang up. He dumped the contents of the jug onto the floor, the smell of cleaning products filling the closet. It was almost intoxicating. Perfect. And there seemed to be no light in the room either, only a modest closet, large enough for maybe two mords to fit. But probably not comfortably. "How rude, I just wanted to clean around the ship. It seemed quite dirty, I can't believe they allow filthy animals... It's a surprise they let you in." he said snidely, before flying up to the ceiling and tucking himself away in the back corner, wrapping himself with his jet black wings. If she wanted him, she would have to spot him herself. Although that normally wasn't easy.
"Buddy, it's been the same Earth it has been. I don't know where you've been, but it sure as hell wasn't on Earth." Atlas sighed, shaking his head as he took a drag from his cigarette. You would think whoever sent this newbie here that they would at least teach him about human life nowadays. Heaven was really being run by boneheads these days... Speaking of heaven, his darling angel had come to see him. More or less tracked him down from the casino he guessed, because the first way she greeted him was to be nice to the very unintelligent angel.
"Nice? I got this guy from being hit by a car, and the guy driving the car from being slashed to pieces by this nestalgic lunatic who thinks everything is a demon... I've done my good deed for the day." Atlas shook his head, blowing little smoke puffs into the air. "Not my fault he didn't get taught about humans by whatever kind of idiotic leadership they have going on up there."
"Nice? I got this guy from being hit by a car, and the guy driving the car from being slashed to pieces by this nestalgic lunatic who thinks everything is a demon... I've done my good deed for the day." Atlas shook his head, blowing little smoke puffs into the air. "Not my fault he didn't get taught about humans by whatever kind of idiotic leadership they have going on up there."
@HexaflexagonShe's nuts if she thinks he'll step out in the open where he can be in a dark closet, hard to see, great for stealth, and small for close quarters. If you want him, go get him! Haha I should have a post up soon.
"Seven and a half, thank you." Takashi laughed, squeezing her sides before flying away from her quickly. He flew in small circles around her, looking at her smiling face and serene figure in the bright sunlight and smiling. Wow... She looked, beautiful. Almost like an angel, with her wings outstretched and calmly soaring through the air. Takashi wouldn't mind working with her, it seemed like they would have a great time together. "So, I have a few errands to run. Should I just transfer you the money to pick up what you need and we can meet somewhere?"
So RP? I'm confused xD
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