Estylwen

Obsidian: Wyverns

My apologies, I've been trying to find a job in my new neighborhood. ^_^;

A scene change is definitely due, one with more interaction between Operatives, perhaps. I'll have Laraxis move it along.

Elementals: Void Assault

Sweet, a brother racing in to save his brother. =w=
My post will be up tomorrow!

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

"Dana..." Aislin watched the tear she wiped from her eye.

"I was not there for you before, but I promise you I will not leave your side until it's over." She said, confidence brimming in her voice. The tense knot in Aislin's stomach loosened, and she gave Dana a look filled with gratitude. 

Adam rose to his feet at her conclusion. "Ms. Rose," Oooh shit, he took off the glasses. "This is completely unacceptable. I will not stand by and let my students be put in danger like this."

She grimaced. "Yes sir." His reaction was the type she expected. Ah, her story did her no justice. She left without a word into a jungle filled with the unknown. And she stepped into the gaping mouth of a snake, her and her stupid naïveté. It was almost a relief to hear the school being locked down, that meant Adam took her seriously. Maybe... Maybe we can finally relax. She thought, releasing a slow exhale. 

As Mr. Blackmore spoke with the headmaster on his phone, a very strange thing happened. A brief flash of light sparked behind the blinds, and a deafening sound echoed through the halls. For a terrifying moment Aislin found herself back in the depths of the caves, the smell of gunpowder souring the air. 

Fate, it seemed, was not without a sense of mockery. With the lights out the office quickly plunged into darkness. Aislin raced to pat herself down; she needed a light, pronto. Something to push away the stinging, creepy feeling the blackness brought with it. It was to her great dismay that her pockets turned up empty as her phone was lost in the tsunami wave. Her only other source, the lighter, was abandoned in the caves. Aislin fought to suppress her panic, slowly allowing her eyes to adjust. She had friends here, there was no reason to worry... 

"Aislin, can you shine a light on me?" Dana's warped voice was back, causing her to wrinkle her brow. Perhaps Dana's form change was an involuntary thing, but why would she want her form revealed? Aislin was confused as to the specifics of her powers, but she knew the power of observation had something to do with it. 

Aislin shrugged in the darkness, clutching the plush of her armchair. Gah, this made her uncomfortable. "I would, but I don't actually have one. Going to the shop for a new lighter was on my to-do list."

A cellular light shone out, pushing back the silhouettes and re-orienting Aislin. "Everyone stick with me." Adam said, still standing. 

Aislin searched for the source of Dana's voice in the dim lighting. Thank goodness one of them was prepared for anything. Of course, Mr. Blackmore had the reputation of divine luck. 

Well, the situation was certainly unique. In her mild paranoia Ailsin voiced her thoughts. "Anyone else thinking this might have been too well-timed? I mean... Bad weather is one thing, but what if the blackout was intentional?"

Elementals: Void Assault

Excellent, excellent. :3 My post will be up tomorrow!

Obsidian: Wyverns

Mmm, alright, maybe we can rectify this. Jazz, could you please edit Cyrus to be meeting Lyn's character in person? We'll have to save the meeting with Laraxis for another time, but I think I know a cooler way to bring it about anyway. :)

Elementals: Void Assault

Haha, I agree. The roleplay is going nicely, though I think I'll wait for a post from Yahtzee, and perhaps Sync amd Urukhai before I post again. ^^

Obsidian: Wyverns

Laraxis Valco

Darkness. A small candlelight hovering o'er a table, casting pale shadows along the wood. She wept, her beautiful tears falling before I could dry them. I knelt at her feet, gently taking up her hands in my own. The sorrow bitterly lining the soft edges of her face brought a lump in my throat. 

'My dear, why do you cry?'

Her hand clasped my cheek, ever so warm. Why did she look so pained?  'You shouldn't be here, love.' Her voice was the sweetest music. 'We're compromised. They come... for me.'

'I would never leave your side. Even in death.'

~***~
Laraxis blinked, snapping back from his reverie. Hannibal's speech bored him terribly, and he ruined one of Laraxis' favourite china cups. Regardless, it briefly reminded him of something quite precious from his past. The over-sized lizard talked like he had it great, preying on the weak. And he dared to mention morality. What did he know about liberty? About sacrifice? 

The beast brought up another point. "What happens then, should they try and oppose you? How will you threaten them?" Hannibal said. "I am not the only one. Consider this my gift to you, Laxaris. You'll need it."

The monk regarded him with steely eyes before a smile crept at the edges of his lips. He burst into laughter. Hard, forced laughter that landed cold. It was unnerving, hearing a single, mocking noise echo off the white walls. 

"You... How dare you." The mockery in his eyes drained away, and he scowled at Hannibal. "You don't know me in the least. Not like I know you."

"I'm also curious," His little gem spoke up, making Laraxis smirk. "What other forms of persuasion might we be expecting? Surely you're not planning to leave us empty-handed at the end of this, eh?"

He walked over and snatched the cup in Alter's grasp, but otherwise ignored him. Compensation was an easy one, he'd address that in a moment. He peered at the lizard through the hole in the bottom, his first subject to coerce. "I'll give you reasons not even a beast could ignore. You've made your home in the sewers, pitifully eating the scraps of humans alone in the darkness. Like a vampire, you can't reveal yourself in the light. Out of all the Operatives, you're the one they especially want put down. Did you know you have a bounty, internationally? Exactly five million in cash for whoever finds the enigmatic beast. Dead or alive, of course."

He looked down at the cup again, noticing the residue of the meta blood. Maybe he'd scan it later, see what secrets were withheld in its make-up. For now, the cup was gently placed in its matching saucer. 

He turned back to them with a dramatic spin. "What I offer, however, is so much more!  Be it money, compensation, the finer things in life," He nodded to Alter. "Or morality..." His glance fell on Hannibal. "I am here to help fight for your freedom. Aren't you sick of hiding? Of being looked down on for what makes you superior in every way? Are you done playing the masochist, ready to take back what is rightfully entitled to you -- the lesser's respect, and their fear." He said, his voice glowing in confidence. Freedom was an ideal close to his heart, one that appeared wrenched from his grasp most of his life. Humans were vile things meant to fear, not be feared.

He raised a single brow at Citrine and Cheshire, baring his teeth wickedly. "I also offer an assurance from a sudden and unexpected death~" Citrine sputtered on her tea, but was otherwise silent, eyes narrowed. 

"Now, the mission in more detail..." Laraxis paced back and forth in front of the monitor, hands held behind his back. "The agency I mentioned would be the CIA. Their headquarters is situated in Langley, Virginia, a few miles off Washington. I have plane tickets, floor plans and decoders; no door should oppose you, and I trust your skills in espionage. The blueprints are in an underground vault guarded by sensors and cameras. As for the device behind the blueprints, you needn't concern yourself. Technology is my 'speciality', I will have complete control over the situation. The device itself will help assist in... Mm, breaking a few choice individuals."

"Wait! Wait! Are you trying to ransom the world or something? Are you like some super-villain in those stupid movies?" Cheshire said with disgustingly sweet enthusiasm. Laraxis wrinkled his nose, but nonetheless spared her a glance.

"What I am, dear, is nothing that can be defined by a single word like 'super-villian'. My goal is liberty, the means are insignificant. Those who oppose me will be swept aside as the dust they are. And if liberty comes down to ransoming the world, so be it." 

He frowned at the newcomers joining them in the underground. "Ah, the notorious Arsenic and Ghost. Any complaints to add, or can I continue?"

Citrine

"Yes, being shot and torn apart like I've been would raise one to think I would be." Hannibal loomed over her, leaning his maw down. All she could see was teeth, long and sharp. With him so close, she wouldn't have time to react to his moves, even with her advantage. Goosebumps tickled her arms, but she didn't flinch. "Tell me, Citrine, are you disappointed?"

The thrill of potential death delivered by a lizard (as opposed to a kill switch) was almost a comforting thought. A death actually worthy of a killer -- to kill and be killed. A smile played at her lips. "Disappointed? No. I've never been more pleased to see such a familiar face my whole life."

Hannibal and Arsenic were the only Operatives Citrine was exceptionally wary of, simply due to the nature of their powers. Cheshire, she was a dear, but it was only so long before even the ex-con couldn't stand her company. Ghost was the single individual she didn't mind, surprisingly. Alter... Alter was an Operative Citrine considered a traitor. Sure, he helped them get through locked doors as they took down Obsidian. But it was he who originally helped create the KSP, something she could never forgive him for. 

As Laraxis drawled on about his plans and motives, Citrine seriously wondered if Cyrus knew about this man. The enigma's parting words at her cafe seemed incredibly foreboding as she considered things in hindsight. Be careful, my ass. She looked down at her near-empty cup, feeling a little abandoned. There was no way out of this stupid situation for her.

"I have a complaint, though it could be interpreted as a question." Citrine locked eyes with Laraxis. "How long will this Operative puppet show last?" She referred to the KSPs subtly, ever so conscious of the remote itself within his reach.

47

This Operative standing before her tried to be clever. She saw right through his bullshit. The more he talked, the more she calculated he would try to make a break for it. How uncooperative... She considered as he called her something awful. 47's vocabulary module notified her that his insult was sexual in nature. Her rose eyes never blinked, giving a cold stare as Rook floundered about. Yes, it was called subtle unnerving. And yes, robots were the best at it.

"Nice lil phone I got here right? Got it off one of Valco's wallet chuckin lakeys." He showed her the cracked tech. Wrong move. 47 had a gracious master who gave her a unique scanner patterned after his own power -- communicating via electrical signals with technology. It only took a matter of seconds to perceive the mundane contents within the phone, bought yesterday and destined to be thrown away later today. A few calls, a few names. All conversations were short and spoken in code. So it didn't compute right when Rook started going off the handle about intel. 

Rook was bluffing. She knew Master Valco didn't even wear underwear. The elastic band left rashes around his hips, quite a rare allergy from what her databases said.

"I'm leaving here on my own two feet, tell that flamboyant jedi that if he hits that KSP his late nights at the Opera are over!" He said, firing some shots at the robot.

If 47's humor module was working properly she would have laughed. Instead, she briefly contemplated on the strange relation between her master and a Jedi. Her sight charted the trajectory of the bullets he fired, catching them in a bullet-resistant grip. It wouldn't do to have rips in her velvet dress, nor damage the motel, otherwise she wouldn't have reacted the slightest.

The porcelain child was quick on Rook's heels, leaping out the window after him. The multitude of targets was overwhelming, and he used that to his advantage. His coat unfurled and was tossed into the air, which she caught. There was a brief shower of loose bills which caught some attention from the passerby. Rook quickly disappeared into the crowd and 47 held tight to the jacket, debating her objectives. 

Well, most of the stolen goods were recovered. The papers didn't matter nearly as much as the faked ID's, their superior forgery was worth a fortune. Rook seemed like an unwilling participant she'd likely have to tranquilize to even get into the theatre. Her objective, it seemed, was obviously completed. 

It was as if the thief never existed in the first place. 47 spun on her heels, returning to the motel where she picked up the discarded duffle bag, double-checking its contents. Satisfied, the child returned to the theatre, dodging traffic with ease despite the bulk. 

Obsidian: Wyverns

Excellent, Arsenic was so entertaining to read. XD

I am so excited to hear everyone's enjoying the story so far! That's every GM's dream; your happiness is my satisfaction. I do apologize for not responding sooner, I saw Interstellar yesterday (it just came out in theatres), and if you need any inspiration or mind-fucking whatsoever, I would highly recommend it.

I was struggling to write my next post, but I think I got something we'll all enjoy. Inspiration is awesome. And my post should be up sometime today. :3

Elementals: Void Assault

Yeah, that works. I edited my post so Yahtzee doesn't make it all the way out. :)

Elementals: Void Assault

"Sayonara Chill Brain!"

Cora watched with an exasperated stare as Sig disappeared into the earth. "You... Asshole..." What the hell were they suppose to do now? Earth was perfect defense against bullets! Concrete, no less. She felt more ashamed than betrayed. How cowardly he was.

Will's dome of water gave her enough time to concoct a quick offense in her hands. As the turtle stomped down on the pillars, Cora pulled the figurative pin of her pearlescent grenade. She leapt up, shooting it through the curtain of water where it landed on the balcony, immediately exploding into translucent, shimmering urchin shapes that spread out several meters. The ice mercilessly ate up anything in its path, the cries of men drowned out by the splinters of wood and ice.

Cora didn't spare it a second glance, watching as Yahtzee created their cover. It was almost frightening, being so close. His flames made breathing unbearable, and as the steam rushed out, it burned her skin. She was far too close. Holy shit, that's hot! Cora ducked back, almost falling into the hard-light Phil created. Her skin glittered furiously in a coating of frost to counter-measure the sudden heat. 

The cover was nonetheless effective. "Let's get the hell outta here." Cora briefly grinned, searching the steam for any indication of the way out. However, the cover was as effective to their assailants as it was to them, and Cora found it hard to see even her teammates. 

"I need help!" A clear, distinctive voice cried out behind her, a little closer to the floor. "Yahtzee?" Cora wheeled around, creeping forward a few steps in the thick cloud. It wouldn't do to accidentally trod on anyone, not when their next moments were critical. 

A bit of steam blew to the side, revealing the young Hygron half-collapsed. The steam stunt must have drained him if he couldn't move. Cora fell to his side, quickly draping one of his arms around her shoulders. The steam was beginning to thin, and more men seemed to be raiding to the cause of catching them. She could hear orders being shouted. The Elementals had maybe 45 seconds before they would strike again. Well, give or take.

How can I possibly get us all out of here? The chocolate-haired girl glanced about desperately, feeling their options slipping away with every second. 

Salamander circled her feet, flicking his tongue in annoyance. Oh, of course! Why hadn't she thought of it sooner? "Yahtzee, brace yourself."

She stood with a grunt, bringing him up with her. Her tattered shoe tapped the concrete, and a great flurry of ice threaded together along the warehouse floor. It streatched and heaved up, smashing a hole in the wall. The ice broke out, slithering on the ground. Its tip remained fixated under Cora's shoe, and she proudly beheld their speed strip getaway. The ice flowed and churned like water, folding under itself in constant cycling so there was always a forward flow along the topside. 

"It's called the Dragon's Tongue. Hop on." Cora grinned, literally throwing Yahtzee onto the living ice. His landing was made soft as the tongue embraced his weight, quickly carrying him off.

25 seconds... Cora frowned, clearing the air around her with a cold breath. Crates and figures in the steam became clearer, and Cora tossed some supplies onto the tongue. She had no idea if the professionals had breached the steam, searching for them in the zero-vision cover. Still, she had to call out. 

"The exit's this way! We gotta go. Now!" She yelled to all parties. So, it wasn't surprising when a metal canister rolled to her feet. She barely scrambled back before the flash bang exploded in an onslaught of sight and sound. Cora took the full brunt of it, unprepared for a weapon so uncommon. She wearily pulled her head off the warehouse floor, a terrible ringing in her ears. She was temporally deaf, her vision played double, sometimes triple. 

The Dragon's Tongue was no where to be seen, disintegrated from her lack of control. Yahtzee and the supplies only reached so far before the ride stopped. She was dismayed her rescue attempt didn't get him out of the building, just metres short of freedom. Cora furiously shook her head, trying to get back her senses. Figures slowly approached her in the steam, but she had no idea if they were friendly or not. If history was any indicator, these shadows probably weren't.

Cora stiffened, coiling to spring from the ground. Irys, is everyone out yet?