Thank you again for your post Sole, I placed one up. I'll post as Gavin after the time skip. As for Pierce, while I don't know what the empire is doing currently, I say we persist with our trail of the escaped PoH.
Anorgoros, i'll get with you on what we can do, it'd be easier of Alt posted or was informed. I don't really use IMs anymore since, like with Sole, college has resumed for me as well.
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The mercenary offered a brief window of surprise, a hair-thin flinch to seemingly offset his disposition. He talked as a means of stalling, and as he turned another page in his book, looking down he knew exactly where everyone was positioned from the small group, to the feral abomination of Clacverk's design. To them, they appeared like a grid, being constructed, an imprint was being created and put into place unbeknownst to them. The immovable block was at its optimum performance when completely still, and perhaps this was the mistep the stranger did not expect.
The mercenary gave no visual clues as to how anything worked, or even his intentions. A mercenary masters lies, A steel heart masters all emotions, and trades them for absolute logic, reasoning, deduction, and cunning. His counter attack would be devastating, and already within his trump, the mercenary's ears tickled at the sound captured by a superior opponent. Superior...in terms of motivation, his second impression was that he got a harsh feeling he was disliked by mere association, that was acceptable, albeit expected and inconsequential.
If there was something he had, it was range. To sacrifice nearly all offensive power of defensive, trapping capability, imbued with range. The 103rd extended his effective range, it made his area of effect worth noting, but his barriers were nothing special or worth any note in particular to his foes. It reminded him, when heroes encountered boss-level heartless, like Darksides and the Possessor, those heartless were powerful enough to contain entire areas in a fashion no different than how Salforge just did. His attention back on the stranger, he spared Salforge his misdirected intentions to be fulfilled only with harsh words and an ominous beck and call.
Salforge offered no true form of expression, a simple lift of his head from having heard a dispatch of words, and within moments, their group kindly removed themselves from just beyond the area. This had already happened before, teleportation always seemed to come at the convenience of all his opposition when they were without an alternative. Here he was, a non-aggressive oppressor, with only melee attacking capabilities and one ranged output of aggression, yet they chose a tactical retreat. Smart, for all of that abrasive harking, that was the best possible plan of action, but it wasn't anywhere near a fast enough.
The mercenary sighed, and he dialed a number on his cell phone.
"General? Mhm. Yeah. No, unfortunately they can teleport...again. Is it my imagination, or is that getting to be the redundant method of leaving today. Well anyway, I didn't get a confession, but i did confirm his deception. Mhm. Yes, the girl was with him, she seems confused and out place with social interaction. No worries, wait until I tell you the good news."
The barrier's then proceeded to dissipate, and he could hear the scurrying of the heartless quickly forging on and around his position. The mercenary was talking a tad more enthusiastically into the cell phone this time around, completely ignoring the heartless. They seemed disinterested, and quickly averted their attention to the streets.
"I think you'll appreciate this once we've regrouped. In due time general."
As long as you aren't teleporting, I believe there is a rule about doing that if it's not plot related. (IE: Hollow Bastion to Agrabah) Aside from that, speaking as the writer, I'm waiting for Anorgoros to input an act of aggression, you won't see any from me aside from cloak and dagger tactics.
Mainly, because I'm a bullet sponge not an auto-turret.
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His right eye projected a screen just outside the outer rim of his pupil. Impossible to be seen from the outside, it rolled a screen similar to the one displayed for Ryoko, his 103rd providing a thorough breakdown analysis of all phenomenon within range of immovable block. To think the master, his old master devised an intricate device that had now become his lifeblood. The mercenary was already walking on eggshells in Agrabah, the locals were devastated and impoverished. The shrill screams bounced off of immovable block and reverberated all over.
Then he did something unexpected, he sat down and simply waited. This wasn't an act of non-aggression, in fact he would leave it to him to discern just exactly what his intentions were. He could try, empathy reads were futile at best, every calculation is what he'd administer and he would win. He was a mercenary, his training was exceptional and constantly evolving to mete the situation based on the happenings and the way it sat, this would only get worse.
"No." he blinked, and opened his eyes the sound of a sword swipe clad against steel. His immovable block had locked the area down, all exits were sealed in tier 1 barriers within a matter of seconds. These were smash able with three consecutive casts, but by the time they could potentially get off one, he would attack them without hesitation. The CI located in his left eye flickered, growing feverishly anxious to be unleashed at the sight of another application of a chrono-esque application.
"Move me from this spot and then I will be more than happy to." Before his statement had even concluded, he formed a spired that was translucent in color, that rotated around his body, giving him an effective space of about two meters circumference. It's constant rotation in part with the mercenary's stationary position possessed a much larger problem for the opposition. As he did while inside the factory, here too he was reinforcing the area while rooted and completely stationary, and this was being done in a concurrent manner. However there was no visible fidelity of the action, and the longer he remained stationary the more hands on he could be with his blocks, reinforcing them against all alien acts of hostility.
Salforge wasn't blind to the woman with the resident, she was definitely unnatural. Having witnessed this, so did his 103rd, he'd taken careful consideration devouring heartless as something exotic. Had Ryoko the time to offer him a better explanation, the heartless were certainly drawn to her as they were repelled by his unnatural existence. His arms hung off his knees and he waited, he was a skilled trapper and as well as a sandbag for hostiles. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a book and began to read it in the middle of all of this.
This felt like it would be a major hassle, when Ryoko identified the culprit, though not their culprit Salforge's hand smacked into his face. Yes, a facepalm and it was pretty loud to boot, he released a sigh and began to compare notes and agendas when it came to Clacverk vs. himself. He almost felt dedicated by comparison to handling his obligations like a responsible adult versus how mad scientists handle their experiments.
Salforge wasn't entirely sure how to comply with Ryoko's request. Certainly he was up to give chase, but if this was a creature of Nomis design, then it would make more sense to approach Nomis, or to split up from there. That would be a pain, but because he was the hired help, he knew how that scenario he pitched in his head and simply agreed.
"Fair enough. We'll separate from here, you should find consult with Nomis about both the creature and our dead informant. Perhaps he can offer an explanation for at least the former."
Salforge released a sigh and picked his heavy feet into a light dash after the greater sized leviathan of darkness. Even as the Mercenary trucked along the street, his reflective body shimmered, and soon to those around him, he simply vanished. Utilizing his 103rd, the shells that coated his skin made him virtually invisible against direct exposure to sunlight. Moving under the cloak of his elusive technique, he treaded on the heels of the monster, more than sure he'd discover something of interest. It persisted towards a gateway, in eager attempts to bring down the house it seemed.
He slowed it down to a simple stroll and walked unnoticed between the leg that was unraveling. The Mercenary proceeded to climb the gate and reach in between grasps. The Neoshadow's sprawled through the steel as black meshes, before reforming, and they seemed to have a destination of their own in mind. With care to the much larger abominations movements, Salforge managed to just slip by, and climb over the wall it was still barred against. His invested cloaked state still in effect, he tread cautiously behind the menacing neoshadow heartless. Looking over his shoulder the beast began to deform, almost as if it were committing an act of self-liquification. As if vanished, this startled the mercenary where he stood in the midst of a small heard of neoshadow trudging past him as he stood perfectly still.
'General Clacverk better have reason for this unusual bi-product of his lab-work funds.'
His eyes widened, a bit, the back of a horse with a familiar. From there, Salforge called judgement, a woman that seemed almost completely unnatural in her behavior. The male was identified as the rather impertinent stranger from before, to think this would be the second time he'd see him in a single day. His cloak dissipated and he became as transparent as an apple. His arms folded, a barrier forged to repel the claws from the savage heartless. Salforge raised his hand, he didn't know if Clacverk's beast would respond to him, but there was no "breaking" his immovable block with mere physical power alone.
"Stranger. This is our second encounter, I'm about as befuddled as you are, if my hunch is correct were you the one that slew that poor soul?"
In the same boat, waiting for pierce.
//Salforge
The mercenary simply scratched his head, he'd wager this would get solved fairly quickly with Ryoko's help. His ears proceeded to twitch and ring at the sound of civilians sporadically shuffling through the main street. From the obscure ally, Ryoko and Salforge both directed their attention. What appeared, seemed almost inhumane...inhuman? It was inhuman, fitting the description of one of the lesser antagonizing forces, heartless.
Ryoko expressed her grievances and rather vulgarly. Salforge gave what appeared to be a monotonous smile (think Sai from Naruto) at this rare sight. Raising his hand he simply asked one thing of Ryoko, "Just Relax General, this will only take a second. You'll actually get to see me stretch my legs, i've gotten rather impatient with being here altogether."
Salforge stopped talking, and starting walking towards the foe that slithered a painting of black. He drew a breath and held it, snapping his finger summoning several of his blocks, propogating them at perfect angles. He clenched his fist and thought of a name, 'Ciel. You showed med this.'
"Decay." He uttered, and then his blocks did something interesting. The flickered and shimmered as if they were reflective surfaces, light purged from Salforge's left palm and bounced in between his architecture of blocks. It traveled like a web of threads, and weaved a trail of light aimed directly for the black mesh of a monster. Punching a hole straight through what the mercenary had to image was it's "arm appendage" and it disintegrated on contact, as the rest of the limb broke off and swam in a mass of black.
"Ryoko don't leave yet, is this thing one of ours?"
The mercenary simply scratched his head, he'd wager this would get solved fairly quickly with Ryoko's help. His ears proceeded to twitch and ring at the sound of civilians sporadically shuffling through the main street. From the obscure ally, Ryoko and Salforge both directed their attention. What appeared, seemed almost inhumane...inhuman? It was inhuman, fitting the description of one of the lesser antagonizing forces, heartless.
Ryoko expressed her grievances and rather vulgarly. Salforge gave what appeared to be a monotonous smile (think Sai from Naruto) at this rare sight. Raising his hand he simply asked one thing of Ryoko, "Just Relax General, this will only take a second. You'll actually get to see me stretch my legs, i've gotten rather impatient with being here altogether."
Salforge stopped talking, and starting walking towards the foe that slithered a painting of black. He drew a breath and held it, snapping his finger summoning several of his blocks, propogating them at perfect angles. He clenched his fist and thought of a name, 'Ciel. You showed med this.'
"Decay." He uttered, and then his blocks did something interesting. The flickered and shimmered as if they were reflective surfaces, light purged from Salforge's left palm and bounced in between his architecture of blocks. It traveled like a web of threads, and weaved a trail of light aimed directly for the black mesh of a monster. Punching a hole straight through what the mercenary had to image was it's "arm appendage" and it disintegrated on contact, as the rest of the limb broke off and swam in a mass of black.
"Ryoko don't leave yet, is this thing one of ours?"
I'm finally able to use the guild again. Catching up and posting today (if this the downtime is a frequent problem I am considering other options...).
Gavin//
Gavin gave but a simple nod gave another check to his grip. His arm did feel better, the problem would be sleeping but he'd try his best to sleep comfortablely. He soon excused himself from the room, closing the door behind him he stopped just in front of the bathroom. His head rolled slow as he stepped in and briefly prepared to make his rounds. 'Now for the hard part...' he thought.
Minutes later...
The sound of water sloshing around in a bucket. This place didn't have conventional "faucets" that he was used to, he had to be humbled by how water was recycled here. To wash laundry, and even the body, at least this is what information his mind pieced together for him. He looked into the mirror and quivered all over, his skin crawled, leaving him with goosebumps. He began to wonder if the blood was gone...he hoped it wore thin and his antibodies eliminated the threat by now. Exiting he proceeded down the hall to an empty room, a single bed that lay close the floor. A candle next to a nightstand, tattered carpets, and blinds over the window.
Sitting to the bed, the trouble thought came back and plagued his mind. The more he seemed to focus on this person in absence of company, naturally all inclinations of his business against the empire were the focal point to one person. The strength he had to acquire, to become cursed all as a burden to restore the prominence of a family name. Gavin never spoke of his family or issues they were being put through as a result of one, one that was currently enlisted in the empire. Stroking at his chin, his red eyes flickered and he released a cold sigh, casually leaning his back completely flat and positioning his arm on his chest. 'Uncomfortable yes, but it'd have to do for now.' Slowly but surely, slipping into an active state of unconsciousness, Gavin finally passed out.
//Salforge
Well for starters this was already turning out to an arduous day and the mercenary was growing ever more bothered by this string of mishaps. There was no room to doubt his intuition, no sane man would cooperate with the empire, and he was certain that the strangers here would sooner riot than assist the enemy. That was fine, the mercenary took it as a challenge, for meaning to earn his living and further his own agenda without conventional struggle wasn't challenging at all.
This informant of theirs, he'd guess correctly in thinking they'd likely be more reliable than gifted in the art of guise from strangers. It wouldn't last, based on what he said along with such conviction, his words were timeless, but the informant was priority. As they approached, Ryoko's observation was the first red flag, the mercenary grimaced already anticipating the worst-case scenario. As she kicked him over, Salforge gave a soft nod.
"Your informants tend to expire rather fast. You sure you didn't persecute him yourself?" He professed in jest.
In all seriousness he did have every intention of answering her question. "What kill him you say? Fine, it's easy enough to deduce when you scan the entire scene at once. Allow me. One-hundred and Third."
The mercenary snapped his fingers, activating passive enhancement to immovable block. He touched the ground with his bare hand, and spread what seemed like a barrier to coat the entire room. From the floor rose miniature blocks, rectilinear shapes that prospered left and right of Ryoko and Salforge. His skills were linked, his right eye became glass-like, as something was beginning to remove itself in the form of a block and it only proceeded to grow larger in size. Becoming a square screen it was a projection of the current scene.
"How much are you willing to wager we've already encountered our killer Ryoko?" Salforge pointed at the screen. From what I can tell, this was done fresh, about an hour ago. HIs wounds depict that he was sliced by a scimitar, one clean stroke of the throat cutting several arteries in the process. That wasn't the killing blow, it appears he was impaled in his sternum which was split open. Either you're dealing with a surgeon or an assassin familiar with precision cutting."
Salforge stood up and dismissed his screen and blocks the wayside. "I've taken enough mental pictures. If you know the informant's name, let's ask around from there. I'm sure you're highly skilled at lying Ryoko, telling who is shouldn't be an issue."
Gavin gave but a simple nod gave another check to his grip. His arm did feel better, the problem would be sleeping but he'd try his best to sleep comfortablely. He soon excused himself from the room, closing the door behind him he stopped just in front of the bathroom. His head rolled slow as he stepped in and briefly prepared to make his rounds. 'Now for the hard part...' he thought.
Minutes later...
The sound of water sloshing around in a bucket. This place didn't have conventional "faucets" that he was used to, he had to be humbled by how water was recycled here. To wash laundry, and even the body, at least this is what information his mind pieced together for him. He looked into the mirror and quivered all over, his skin crawled, leaving him with goosebumps. He began to wonder if the blood was gone...he hoped it wore thin and his antibodies eliminated the threat by now. Exiting he proceeded down the hall to an empty room, a single bed that lay close the floor. A candle next to a nightstand, tattered carpets, and blinds over the window.
Sitting to the bed, the trouble thought came back and plagued his mind. The more he seemed to focus on this person in absence of company, naturally all inclinations of his business against the empire were the focal point to one person. The strength he had to acquire, to become cursed all as a burden to restore the prominence of a family name. Gavin never spoke of his family or issues they were being put through as a result of one, one that was currently enlisted in the empire. Stroking at his chin, his red eyes flickered and he released a cold sigh, casually leaning his back completely flat and positioning his arm on his chest. 'Uncomfortable yes, but it'd have to do for now.' Slowly but surely, slipping into an active state of unconsciousness, Gavin finally passed out.
//Salforge
Well for starters this was already turning out to an arduous day and the mercenary was growing ever more bothered by this string of mishaps. There was no room to doubt his intuition, no sane man would cooperate with the empire, and he was certain that the strangers here would sooner riot than assist the enemy. That was fine, the mercenary took it as a challenge, for meaning to earn his living and further his own agenda without conventional struggle wasn't challenging at all.
This informant of theirs, he'd guess correctly in thinking they'd likely be more reliable than gifted in the art of guise from strangers. It wouldn't last, based on what he said along with such conviction, his words were timeless, but the informant was priority. As they approached, Ryoko's observation was the first red flag, the mercenary grimaced already anticipating the worst-case scenario. As she kicked him over, Salforge gave a soft nod.
"Your informants tend to expire rather fast. You sure you didn't persecute him yourself?" He professed in jest.
In all seriousness he did have every intention of answering her question. "What kill him you say? Fine, it's easy enough to deduce when you scan the entire scene at once. Allow me. One-hundred and Third."
The mercenary snapped his fingers, activating passive enhancement to immovable block. He touched the ground with his bare hand, and spread what seemed like a barrier to coat the entire room. From the floor rose miniature blocks, rectilinear shapes that prospered left and right of Ryoko and Salforge. His skills were linked, his right eye became glass-like, as something was beginning to remove itself in the form of a block and it only proceeded to grow larger in size. Becoming a square screen it was a projection of the current scene.
"How much are you willing to wager we've already encountered our killer Ryoko?" Salforge pointed at the screen. From what I can tell, this was done fresh, about an hour ago. HIs wounds depict that he was sliced by a scimitar, one clean stroke of the throat cutting several arteries in the process. That wasn't the killing blow, it appears he was impaled in his sternum which was split open. Either you're dealing with a surgeon or an assassin familiar with precision cutting."
Salforge stood up and dismissed his screen and blocks the wayside. "I've taken enough mental pictures. If you know the informant's name, let's ask around from there. I'm sure you're highly skilled at lying Ryoko, telling who is shouldn't be an issue."
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