“Aw, man! Come on!” Messiah shouted without thinking as the bolt whizzed by the little green goblin-looking creature’s head. He quickly retrieved another bolt from his ammunition pouch and set to work reloading. He quickly pulled the string back behind the stopper, and slid the bolt into place in front of the stopper. It took five seconds, just as the weapon’s description had said it would when Yeshua chose it during character creation. It felt...unnatural, yet natural at the same time. If Yeshua had been reloading a crossbow in real life, it would have taken him ten or twenty minutes just to get the bolt into place. It was as if Messiah’s hands had a mind of their own; and yet, Yeshua knew for sure that he had been the one guiding them to reload the crossbow. Virtual Reality was confusing that way. Yeshua would never get used to it.
Messiah watched, feeling panic rise within his chest as Elik was slashed up. He would be fine: he was a tank, after all. But watching someone else get stabbed was never something Yeshua would get used to. He was about to bring the crossbow to his shoulder and look down the sights of the weapon, to aim at the swordsman. However, he thought the better of it as he watched Mushi. The mage was already in the proximity of Elik, so he was in a better position to help than Messiah was. The panic quickly left Messiah, and the thrill of virtual combat returned. Man, video games are so much fun. Why doesn't everyone play these things?!
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Renose said
He may have been talking to the tank. Anyway, its someone's turn
Lolfail, totally didn't realize that was someone's name. I'll get a post up.
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Can't..follow..both commands..
Docblarge..?
Rofl. There's a reason I don't gamble.
Renose said
Not really, you just rolled crap. XDBut sure, lets go with what you said. XD
Rofl. There's a reason I don't gamble.
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“The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.” Aban said to the man after he introduced himself. Aban listened as the man who called himself Emmanuel spoke. A smile slipped its way onto Aban face as the Lightning-powered superhero explained the League’s need for more heroes, as well as his own philosophy when it came to fighting the good fight. Aban couldn’t help but feel that Emmanuel would more than likely listen to his cause. The way he spoke so passionately about fighting evil and injustice, Aban thought for sure that he would help with Aban’s Syrian problem. Perhaps recruiting help wouldn’t be difficult, especially if everyone around the League was as noble as Emmanuel made himself out to be. Hope filled Aban as he momentarily spaced out and dreamed of what it would be like when he and his army of heroes stormed President Bashar’s palace and freed Syria from the war and strife it has suffered for so long.
Aban mentally shook himself back into reality as Emmanuel changed the subject. You’re living in the here and now, Aban. Not the future. Get a hold of your imagination. He chided himself, before tuning in to listen to Emmanuel’s words. Aban frowned as Emmanuel mentioned that he had just woken up from being passed out: why had his new acquaintance been unconscious? Aban decided not to press the issue. More than likely, he had been injured in the line of duty. This was a dangerous job to be sure. Aban quickly found his idle thoughts answered when Emmanuel mentioned someone named Polaris. Supercell reached into the inner corners of his mind, trying to remember where he had heard the name before. Ah, that was it! The prison escape! Aban remembered listening to the newscast, and Polaris had escaped. The reporters had discussed Polaris’s past in length, though truthfully Aban didn’t remember much of what they said. Aban nodded as Emmanuel mentioned the Atrium and Meeting Hall as some places he should go. That seemed like a decent plan, however Aban was far more intrigued by Emmanuel’s explanation of where he was heading.
With a shrug and a chuckle, Aban brushed off Emmanuel’s apology for rambling.”You are just fine, my friend. You were very informative and helpful; thank you. As for the invitation: I would be more than happy to spar with you. I’ll try my best not to hurt you anymore than you already are.” Aban gave the man a playful grin along with his last line. In truth, Aban was afraid the living battery would absolutely pumble him in a fight. Supercell’s powers weren’t exactly impressive, especially when it came to fighting."May I ask you another question? What's it like, working with the League?" Aban asked, ready to get a move on whenever Emmanuel was.
Aban mentally shook himself back into reality as Emmanuel changed the subject. You’re living in the here and now, Aban. Not the future. Get a hold of your imagination. He chided himself, before tuning in to listen to Emmanuel’s words. Aban frowned as Emmanuel mentioned that he had just woken up from being passed out: why had his new acquaintance been unconscious? Aban decided not to press the issue. More than likely, he had been injured in the line of duty. This was a dangerous job to be sure. Aban quickly found his idle thoughts answered when Emmanuel mentioned someone named Polaris. Supercell reached into the inner corners of his mind, trying to remember where he had heard the name before. Ah, that was it! The prison escape! Aban remembered listening to the newscast, and Polaris had escaped. The reporters had discussed Polaris’s past in length, though truthfully Aban didn’t remember much of what they said. Aban nodded as Emmanuel mentioned the Atrium and Meeting Hall as some places he should go. That seemed like a decent plan, however Aban was far more intrigued by Emmanuel’s explanation of where he was heading.
With a shrug and a chuckle, Aban brushed off Emmanuel’s apology for rambling.”You are just fine, my friend. You were very informative and helpful; thank you. As for the invitation: I would be more than happy to spar with you. I’ll try my best not to hurt you anymore than you already are.” Aban gave the man a playful grin along with his last line. In truth, Aban was afraid the living battery would absolutely pumble him in a fight. Supercell’s powers weren’t exactly impressive, especially when it came to fighting."May I ask you another question? What's it like, working with the League?" Aban asked, ready to get a move on whenever Emmanuel was.
Man, I'm getting the impression ranged attacks are hard to land!
There was the familiar crack of thunder, and a flash of lightning appeared for just an instant, illuminating the heavy rainfall that pattered against the hull of the Relentless. Raz shifted uncomfortably in the pilot’s seat as he maneuvered the vehicle through traffic. What Grak had said was still bothering the Chirix to no end. It was highly unusual of his brother to forgot that the men he worked with are his flesh and blood. The Relentless weaved past a pair of cars that looked as if they had just been in some sort of accident. The two vehicles were suspended in the air, the hulls of the cars mashed together in a way that looked impossible. Raz could barely make out the form of a human female with her body mangled in a strange position, sitting in the front of one of the vehicles. She wasn’t getting up again, that was for sure. Raz activated the Mind and flipped it to assistance mode. There was no way he would end up like that; not when he had something he desperately needed to do.
Perhaps he’s just stressed. The Project Towers incident might still be getting to him. Yes, that has to be what’s wrong. Raz thought.
The Relentless pulled up to a landing gantry. There was a group of six or seven Chirix standing around at various intervals around the gantry. Upon closer inspection, Raz could tell that they were all armed.”Hoplites one through seven, activate.” Raz spoke into the Relentless’s intercom. As the words exited his mandibles, the seven mechs sitting in the back whizzed to life. They all stood up off the ground and entered their ‘idle’ stance. The Relentless pulled to a gentle halt, and hovered quietly in place over the gantry. One of the Chirix, armed with a rifle of some sort, waved to Raz that it was safe to land. The Relentless floated down to the metal surface of the landing area, and parked itself there with a quiet thud. The back of the Relentless opened and the squadron of armed units exited the back of the ship, guns lowered to the ground. They were all packing Grak’s new grenade launcher attachment.
The first Hoplite stopped in front of the Chirix with the rifle, and Raz took direct remote control of his mech.”Where is Freclik?” Raz asked, his voice distorted by the mech’s communication system. The rest of the Chirix jogged over to stand in a half circle around their heavily armed visitors. They didn’t appear too comfortable with all those mechs there. A Chirix with a missing eye walked up to the mech and waved.”That you in there, Raz?” Freclik asked.”In a...manner of speaking.” Raz answered.”Where are your leaders?” Freclik nodded, understanding crossing his face.”This way.” He said and the party moved after the Chirix and inside the building. Four of the Chirix left their positions and followed the mechs inside. The Relentless’s ramp closed and Raz made himself comfortable in the cockpit.
The Hoplites and Freclik arrived a few minutes later in a rather spacious apartment. In the main room, four Chirix sat around a hovering glass table playing holographic cards. According to the mech’s complex sensory systems, Raz noted that the air in the room was filled with the smell of various illegal drugs. Raz’s Hoplite stepped towards the table and turned its head to take in the four Chirix responsible for this gang that would soon belong to Grak. They didn’t look like much: they all looked rather average. There were pistols on their belts, as well as enough ammunition to make a BESC team cringe if they ever found themselves in a firefight. Raz severely doubted that these men had ever tangled with BESC before, though.”What do you want?” One of them asked impatiently.”Your gang. They work for me now.” Raz said, and they all responded by looking at the mech and laughing.”Do they now? You think you can walk in here with a couple of robots and take ov-” Raz didn’t even let the man finish his sentence, before blowing massive holes in his body. Raz launched a grenade into the lap of one of the other Chirix. The alien looked down at the device, his eyes filling with terror right before it popped open and spewed gas into his face. The last two scrambled away as the gas caused the Chirix’s lungs to fill with blood, water, and puss. The gang leader died, drowning in his own fluiding. The other Hoplites gunned the last two Chirix leaders down, before turning on the other Chirix who had flooded into the room and the hallway beyond to see what the commotion was.”Any other objections?” Raz asked, and the crowd responded by dropping their weapons and falling onto their knees and surrendering.”That’s what I thought.” Raz said with a grin.
Perhaps he’s just stressed. The Project Towers incident might still be getting to him. Yes, that has to be what’s wrong. Raz thought.
The Relentless pulled up to a landing gantry. There was a group of six or seven Chirix standing around at various intervals around the gantry. Upon closer inspection, Raz could tell that they were all armed.”Hoplites one through seven, activate.” Raz spoke into the Relentless’s intercom. As the words exited his mandibles, the seven mechs sitting in the back whizzed to life. They all stood up off the ground and entered their ‘idle’ stance. The Relentless pulled to a gentle halt, and hovered quietly in place over the gantry. One of the Chirix, armed with a rifle of some sort, waved to Raz that it was safe to land. The Relentless floated down to the metal surface of the landing area, and parked itself there with a quiet thud. The back of the Relentless opened and the squadron of armed units exited the back of the ship, guns lowered to the ground. They were all packing Grak’s new grenade launcher attachment.
The first Hoplite stopped in front of the Chirix with the rifle, and Raz took direct remote control of his mech.”Where is Freclik?” Raz asked, his voice distorted by the mech’s communication system. The rest of the Chirix jogged over to stand in a half circle around their heavily armed visitors. They didn’t appear too comfortable with all those mechs there. A Chirix with a missing eye walked up to the mech and waved.”That you in there, Raz?” Freclik asked.”In a...manner of speaking.” Raz answered.”Where are your leaders?” Freclik nodded, understanding crossing his face.”This way.” He said and the party moved after the Chirix and inside the building. Four of the Chirix left their positions and followed the mechs inside. The Relentless’s ramp closed and Raz made himself comfortable in the cockpit.
The Hoplites and Freclik arrived a few minutes later in a rather spacious apartment. In the main room, four Chirix sat around a hovering glass table playing holographic cards. According to the mech’s complex sensory systems, Raz noted that the air in the room was filled with the smell of various illegal drugs. Raz’s Hoplite stepped towards the table and turned its head to take in the four Chirix responsible for this gang that would soon belong to Grak. They didn’t look like much: they all looked rather average. There were pistols on their belts, as well as enough ammunition to make a BESC team cringe if they ever found themselves in a firefight. Raz severely doubted that these men had ever tangled with BESC before, though.”What do you want?” One of them asked impatiently.”Your gang. They work for me now.” Raz said, and they all responded by looking at the mech and laughing.”Do they now? You think you can walk in here with a couple of robots and take ov-” Raz didn’t even let the man finish his sentence, before blowing massive holes in his body. Raz launched a grenade into the lap of one of the other Chirix. The alien looked down at the device, his eyes filling with terror right before it popped open and spewed gas into his face. The last two scrambled away as the gas caused the Chirix’s lungs to fill with blood, water, and puss. The gang leader died, drowning in his own fluiding. The other Hoplites gunned the last two Chirix leaders down, before turning on the other Chirix who had flooded into the room and the hallway beyond to see what the commotion was.”Any other objections?” Raz asked, and the crowd responded by dropping their weapons and falling onto their knees and surrendering.”That’s what I thought.” Raz said with a grin.
I'm still keeping an eye on this one. It still looks pretty cool 'ta me.
Messiah shifted on his feet as the party stood around in silence for a few awkward moments. Finally, Midori broke the silence and urged the rest of them to get a move on into the Trial Of Beginnings. While he was a little disappointed that no one seemed in the mood to respond to his attempt at small talk, he was glad that everyone wanted to get things started. After all, this was a game, not a chat room. Messiah watched as Elik took charge and stepped into the door first. It made sense, since he was their tank. Heh, sense and since. Messiah waited for everyone else to walk in and followed them inside. There was no need to put himself in danger by going in second or third; he was ranged, after all.
The first hallway they entered was a little ominous, but nothing Messiah hadn’t seen before. It was just like any other dungeon, even if it all seemed a bit too real. He followed silently behind everyone else as Mushi grabbed the torch and they moved down the hall and into another door. Messiah shifted his crossbow off of his back and into his hands, sensing that they might come into contact with enemies somewhere inside here. Perhaps the next couple of rooms, even.
Yeshua’s prediction seemed to be correct as the doors to the next room disappeared. He bent down into a kneeling position and raised his crossbow in the instant the door was gone: there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be seeing some action. Just as he thought that, four goblin looking beasts appeared out of thin air. Messiah listened as Elik shouted orders and charged the bomb-wielding goblin. The plan seemed sound enough, so it seemed everyone else was content to do whatever they pleased. Messiah whipped his crossbow around and took careful aim at the sword-wielding goblin.”AIM!” He shouted, activating his skill and letting loose a bolt.”Midori, finish him off!” Messiah yelled out yet again, even before the bolt made contact. Hopefully he’d do as well as the rest of his team..
The first hallway they entered was a little ominous, but nothing Messiah hadn’t seen before. It was just like any other dungeon, even if it all seemed a bit too real. He followed silently behind everyone else as Mushi grabbed the torch and they moved down the hall and into another door. Messiah shifted his crossbow off of his back and into his hands, sensing that they might come into contact with enemies somewhere inside here. Perhaps the next couple of rooms, even.
Yeshua’s prediction seemed to be correct as the doors to the next room disappeared. He bent down into a kneeling position and raised his crossbow in the instant the door was gone: there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be seeing some action. Just as he thought that, four goblin looking beasts appeared out of thin air. Messiah listened as Elik shouted orders and charged the bomb-wielding goblin. The plan seemed sound enough, so it seemed everyone else was content to do whatever they pleased. Messiah whipped his crossbow around and took careful aim at the sword-wielding goblin.”AIM!” He shouted, activating his skill and letting loose a bolt.”Midori, finish him off!” Messiah yelled out yet again, even before the bolt made contact. Hopefully he’d do as well as the rest of his team..
Oh, Oh, I would I would!
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