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6 yrs ago
Current On the day the world ends, I shall be waiting.
7 yrs ago
Zzzz
8 yrs ago
I'm dying. It's pretty boring really.
8 yrs ago
Ahem, I am still willing to buy any, unnecessary souls one may be holding on to. It's a good deal?
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Someone once asked me, "Who are you?"

I told them, "I am whoever I decide to be."

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I've been thinking about this for a while, but what is everyone's image of the ruin? Because since I read in one of the posts somewhere that it appeared to be a church, I've been going with the assumption that we're in an abandoned village of some sort.

It's not really going to change anything, but I wanted to know everyone's thoughts.
The back door of the ruined church was guarded by a pair of soldiers, one to each side of the doorway. There was no door as well, but that was more of a negative, as it would be easier for the people in the church to hear anything going on outside.

So... How to do this...

Sighing to himself, Morgan crept closer, taking position behind a lay lying wall a few meters from the doorway. The remaining ground between them was covered in grass, but it was far too short to provide adequate cover.

So let's see, likelihood of success? I'll put it at around 20% for everything to go as planned, 30% for everything to fall apart, and 50% for outside interference despite success.

Decent odds.


Readying himself, Morgan charged out from behind his cover at the sentinel closest to him, crossing the distance in a little under a second and slamming the into the man, using the momentum to smash his head into the wall behind him, the force of the impact stunning him. Shifting his stance, Morgan grabbed the rifle leaning against the wall beside him and swung it toward the second man's head, only to have it blocked by his target's weapon in a similar manner.

Jumping backwards, Morgan raised his stolen rifle and pulled off a quick shot at the gun's former owner, piercing his helm and killing him, but giving the second time to line up his own shot. He quickly shifted back to his Ethereal form as he turned and ran, the stolen rifle falling from his hands, the guard's bullet passing passed through him and embedded itself in a small hill a distance away.

Damn, how did I forget to account for the lack of dampening on their guns! Everyone in the building must have head those shots!

Even after escaping view of the building in the smaller ruins surrounding it, he remained in ethereal form as he collapsed to the ground, panting.

Damn. There's no way I can pull that off again.

Sighing, he reverted to human form as he sat against the wall, still breathing heavily.

Even if I didn't manage to get my guns back, there's no way those guys there will be able to leave this be. Maybe the others can use this as a chance to escape.
A short distance from the ruins, Morgan knelt in his ethereal form, his eyes set on the ruined church. He had shifted immediately after escaping the cell, a habit formed a long time ago, and had just begun planning his rescue mission.

Huh. This complicates things...

His plan failed before it began due to a minor issue he failed to notice on his way out. He knew nothing of the structure of the ruins, and his guns were missing. Mentally berating himself for overlooking such it, he glanced over at the ruins, weighing his options.

Let's see... A frontal assault is impossible, even under normal circumstances. I could check back on the cells, I give those two at least a 50% chance of breaking out by now, but at the same time, the likelihood of me being discovered is rather high.

On the other hand, I could head out and see if there's an help in the region, but the chances of that working are almost nonexistent, and there's probably more of those guys around here.


Looking around him, Morgan quickly shifted back to normal, then reverting back after a second.

No one in the immediate vicinity, at least.

Stared at the ruin for a few more seconds Morgan sighed to himself before creeping toward the back of the building.

At the very least I probably need to acquire a weapon for myself. I'll worry about the breakout after that.
Well, I'm not sure if there's a turn order in this, so...
I had the expectation that the cage was an room in the ruin which had been repurposed with the necessary technologies to prevent the usage of vessels... Or was I wrong? I'll have to make a few changes to my post if that's not the case...
Morgan was, understandably annoyed at the current situation.

I mean, really. Why the hell are professional soldiers worse at keeping prisoners than mountain bandits?

He was currently standing in the corner of the cell, all feeling in his left hand lost after it from the chains. After doing that, it was a simple matter to remove them, though the others would need to find a different way ti get them off, unless they were also willing to cripple themselves for the next few days.

Actually, I suppose bandits would obviously be better at stuff like this.

The soldiers guarding the cell had left a short time ago, which Morgan had guessed to be a shift in the guard, hence his current actions. Since he had woken approximately an hour earlier, he had been studying the prison and thrown together the best plan he could come up with under the circumstances.

Of course bandits would be better. Since they obviously have to deal with circumstance similar to this daily, while soldiers could just bring their prisoners back to a proper town and borrow the cells there.

The cell they were in was at least as old as the ruins, its neutralization ability possible thanks to a series of modifications involving a large quantity of wires inlaid in the walls, and a multitude of complex devices. He had seen something similar once of twice when traveling through the Dutchy with the old man, which was the only reason he was going through with his current plan.

There was a window a distance off the ground, iron bars preventing prisoners from leaving, of course, but it was equally ancient as the rest of the place. looping the chains formerly binding him around the iron, he pulled, and after a minute, as the sound of returning footsteps came from outside the door, the bars snapped, crashing to the ground.

The idle steps changed into the rapid footfalls of people sprinting, and as Morgan lay on the ground outside the window, he could hear the obviously angered guards beyond the cell.

Oh. Sorry guys, forgot about you for a sec.

He winced as he heard the cell door crash open, and scurried off to search for his gear.

I'll be back in a bit, so don't let anything bad happen, you understand?
@Jiatsu Hoshido

There was an issue with the chip which caused them to go into a coma for an unidentifiable amount of time.

It's a logical explanation, and allows to easily join back in.

It's only my suggestion though.
Almost forgot to mention this, but apparently someone's ordered a hit on my internet.

Because it dies. A LOT.

So despite my obsession with checking this page at least 20 times an hour, there's a good chance that occasionally I might miss a few days.

Unlikely, but since I missed yesterday, it's possible.

I just feel like I ought to mention this.
I'm probably alive. I don't know myself half the time...
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