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- A Linguistics major at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, specializing in multilingual acquisition and education
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
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I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
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It's so incredibly long and detailed that I thought I might actually use it. I'll definitely finish one out for Sue!
It's so incredibly long and detailed that I thought I might actually use it. I'll definitely finish one out for Sue!
I actually have a day-off today, so I'm going to be doing a lot of spring-cleaning:
Cleaning up my old Sue Cassidy character sheet,
Fleshing out my other 3 characters, including my upcoming ones for Part 2 of our series
I'm using quite a detailed character sheet template I found on a site. Tell me if you're interested!
Cleaning up my old Sue Cassidy character sheet,
Fleshing out my other 3 characters, including my upcoming ones for Part 2 of our series
I'm using quite a detailed character sheet template I found on a site. Tell me if you're interested!
I'll give you one post to quickly have Agent Caits recuperate (but not without injury, of course :p hahah) and try to find Cody. In this case, Agent Caits should assume that the military have won, and the whole facility is going aflame. Agent Caits will never give up, but with the supposed death of Gershwin (wink, wink, wait for my post haha), and Cody being exhausted beyond belief, hope is slim.
Make it dramatic, my friend. I'll make my reveal after you.
Make it dramatic, my friend. I'll make my reveal after you.
And fall Cody O'Niel did. But the military made no attempt to capture him, let alone near him. The behaviour was bizarre, considering the high-priority offensive Anomaly, a potential governmental asset and R&D goldmine. Yet, it should be obvious, what with the destruction of multiple buildings and indiscriminate killing. They were going to leave Cody O'Niel here to die along with the rest of the place, just as Big Boss said. The only reason for the soldiers to evacuate so soon and so quickly was this: that they were going to eradicate the whole facility by means of stupidly powerful explosives. Cody, in his exhaustion, should be able to orders barked through the radio communications:
Five minutes. Everyone, move out.
After that, an ominous, powerful rumbling hum. If it was a generator, it was a very large one.
With the complication that Gershwin was causing, it seemed necessary to ensure her execution, that some military units would have to be sacrificed. The manner in which they will carry this out, however, seemed so ridiculous and unnecessary, it screamed of paranoia and fear. Fear that Gershwin might literally be immortal. The military forces wanted to make sure this thing was not just dead, but actually fucking 100% god-damn dead.
The military vehicles, personnel carriers, and even tanks were making their way out of the facility back through the one entrance in the crater. Soldiers that were trying to contain Gershwin noticed their retreat and reacted as expected: freaking the hell out. Some radioed in, asking "what the hell is going on? why are you leaving us?" Some immediately garnered reason enough to run after them to try and catch up. This left Agent Caits and the trapped demon Gershwin in the giant lobby. Agent Caits had managed to break Gershwin's left arm free from its anchorage restraints. In the next few seconds, the worst was about to happen.
On the other side of the crater, vehicles were in formation but were giving a very generous berth to the artillery piece in the centre - though the name supremely underrated the weapon's capabilities as well as its almost cartoon-ish appearance.
(Author's note: No Japanese symbols.)
The whole machine was 48 meters long, the weapon itself making 32.5 meters of it. It was 7 meters wide and was almost 12 meters high. It, however, only needed to house a crew of 5, given its technological sophistication, but splendid simplicity.
Its weapon was transported on an 8x8 wheel platform chassis, and this was steered by an axial 2-tank-threaded driving cabin where the crew was. Only two were necessary in the driving of the massive machinery, and the three functioned its particle-beam energy artillery piece. The technology is used to generate a tremendous amount of energy, able to be fired with a range of over 40,000 meters. In essence, with no more than four powered shots on average, it could atomize an entire city in an hour. However, only one shot was required. The artillery piece had a long charge-up time, but its destructive capability more than makes up for its easily-avoidable vulnerability. Its hum was deafening now, and in no less than 5 seconds, it would be fired.
Gershwin watched as the crater wall she could see over the buildings grow a sudden bright blue light, headed straight for her. Immediately, she swatted Agent Caits out of the building's window, throwing her far and long into the air. She knew that she would be badly injured, perhaps dead upon impact on the ground. But it was a better fate than being vaporized by a 20-foot diameter laser. The beam of pure energy shot through and through the building... and Gershwin. A second later, the beam stopped, a trail of red hot cement and liquid metal from melted concrete and foundations, and with absolutely no life in the ray of destruction. The headquarters looked like it never existed, and on the ground, a bubbling pool of blood, flesh, and bone, far too many to have come from one being. It seemed that they were successful.
T-minus 3 minutes.
Five minutes. Everyone, move out.
After that, an ominous, powerful rumbling hum. If it was a generator, it was a very large one.
With the complication that Gershwin was causing, it seemed necessary to ensure her execution, that some military units would have to be sacrificed. The manner in which they will carry this out, however, seemed so ridiculous and unnecessary, it screamed of paranoia and fear. Fear that Gershwin might literally be immortal. The military forces wanted to make sure this thing was not just dead, but actually fucking 100% god-damn dead.
The military vehicles, personnel carriers, and even tanks were making their way out of the facility back through the one entrance in the crater. Soldiers that were trying to contain Gershwin noticed their retreat and reacted as expected: freaking the hell out. Some radioed in, asking "what the hell is going on? why are you leaving us?" Some immediately garnered reason enough to run after them to try and catch up. This left Agent Caits and the trapped demon Gershwin in the giant lobby. Agent Caits had managed to break Gershwin's left arm free from its anchorage restraints. In the next few seconds, the worst was about to happen.
On the other side of the crater, vehicles were in formation but were giving a very generous berth to the artillery piece in the centre - though the name supremely underrated the weapon's capabilities as well as its almost cartoon-ish appearance.
(Author's note: No Japanese symbols.)
The whole machine was 48 meters long, the weapon itself making 32.5 meters of it. It was 7 meters wide and was almost 12 meters high. It, however, only needed to house a crew of 5, given its technological sophistication, but splendid simplicity.
Its weapon was transported on an 8x8 wheel platform chassis, and this was steered by an axial 2-tank-threaded driving cabin where the crew was. Only two were necessary in the driving of the massive machinery, and the three functioned its particle-beam energy artillery piece. The technology is used to generate a tremendous amount of energy, able to be fired with a range of over 40,000 meters. In essence, with no more than four powered shots on average, it could atomize an entire city in an hour. However, only one shot was required. The artillery piece had a long charge-up time, but its destructive capability more than makes up for its easily-avoidable vulnerability. Its hum was deafening now, and in no less than 5 seconds, it would be fired.
Gershwin watched as the crater wall she could see over the buildings grow a sudden bright blue light, headed straight for her. Immediately, she swatted Agent Caits out of the building's window, throwing her far and long into the air. She knew that she would be badly injured, perhaps dead upon impact on the ground. But it was a better fate than being vaporized by a 20-foot diameter laser. The beam of pure energy shot through and through the building... and Gershwin. A second later, the beam stopped, a trail of red hot cement and liquid metal from melted concrete and foundations, and with absolutely no life in the ray of destruction. The headquarters looked like it never existed, and on the ground, a bubbling pool of blood, flesh, and bone, far too many to have come from one being. It seemed that they were successful.
T-minus 3 minutes.
Iknow you are awesome
Writing a postie post now
You're too nice... hahahahaha
I literally just spent 2 hours doing some research then staring at the wall, thinking about how Part 2 will be like. xD
Really excited, especially for you!
Really excited, especially for you!
hahaha, just curious because we've known each other on here for a bit now :p
:)
How much do you think you know about me? hm? :p
How much do you think you know about me? hm? :p
Whatever the special move Cody used was called, it was effective. Big Boss' skin was extremely durable, but not impervious and invulnerable. Debris exploded outwards and the two stood in display to the entire world, a vicious, long-fought battle that should have been witnessed to be believed.
Cody stood tall over his towering opponent, downed but not completely out, laying on the ground. The Anomaly of Light was victorious but was exhausted, physically and mentally - never mind the healing and recovery, no one can last this long, especially not just after the confrontation with Big Boss. His opponent was a charred remain of his former self. The radiant explosion had razed off his skin, hair and most of his musculature. His eyelids could not shade the bright light and his pupils now bore a grey colour, scorched completely, blinded permanently.
Big Boss was dying. No being could survive an focused explosion like that. He, however, had one final message before passing.
"You fight without conviction. When you are not afraid to die, why live? How can you be any better than now, without the most powerful impulse of the spirit, the most inspiring motivation of all: the fear of death?"
He raised his right arm, arching it back and attempting a swing at Cody for one last time. The momentum brought and twisted Big Boss' body in half. The blind, egoistic warrior seeking glory and victory died fighting.
No sooner than later, helicopters were circling the open casket of a building Cody blew up, spotlights on the Anomaly, preparing to fire.
The anchorages were almost coming apart from their holds, but with new ones being replaced by more incoming soldiers from the ceiling and high peripheral entrances, it was a continuing struggle. However, even if just one arm was freed, Gershwin would be freed. In the mean time, she breathed fire at more incoming soldiers behind Agent Caits. Flames bellowed from her eyes with an intensity that seemed to burn the soul if you stared too long.
Cody stood tall over his towering opponent, downed but not completely out, laying on the ground. The Anomaly of Light was victorious but was exhausted, physically and mentally - never mind the healing and recovery, no one can last this long, especially not just after the confrontation with Big Boss. His opponent was a charred remain of his former self. The radiant explosion had razed off his skin, hair and most of his musculature. His eyelids could not shade the bright light and his pupils now bore a grey colour, scorched completely, blinded permanently.
Big Boss was dying. No being could survive an focused explosion like that. He, however, had one final message before passing.
"You fight without conviction. When you are not afraid to die, why live? How can you be any better than now, without the most powerful impulse of the spirit, the most inspiring motivation of all: the fear of death?"
He raised his right arm, arching it back and attempting a swing at Cody for one last time. The momentum brought and twisted Big Boss' body in half. The blind, egoistic warrior seeking glory and victory died fighting.
No sooner than later, helicopters were circling the open casket of a building Cody blew up, spotlights on the Anomaly, preparing to fire.
The anchorages were almost coming apart from their holds, but with new ones being replaced by more incoming soldiers from the ceiling and high peripheral entrances, it was a continuing struggle. However, even if just one arm was freed, Gershwin would be freed. In the mean time, she breathed fire at more incoming soldiers behind Agent Caits. Flames bellowed from her eyes with an intensity that seemed to burn the soul if you stared too long.
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