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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 20, 2017 23:14:04 GMT
"Save the explosives. You'll need them for Warden." Huntsman insisted to Haruko. He glared with the utmost hatred at the incoming cult members. He knew they were coming, but he hated them just as much as the people here. He turned his nozzle out and sprayed a thin mist of acid over at the topless fire-singers. They screamed as it dusted their skin, adding a smattering of smaller holes in their skin to go with the large ones they had carved into themselves. "Yeah, that's a reminder that I'm coming for the rest of you later! Every fucking one of you is gonna get it like this!" He punctuated his sentence by stomping on the necks of the cultists Haruko had knocked out with her bomb knives.
With Chloe's smoke screen and the distraction of the all out attack, the group was quickly approaching the house. "Good work, kid." Eve praised the angel as the emerged from the smoke screen. They were only separated from the house by a few soldiers who weren't even focusing on them and a few yards. The guards were choking on their own blood before they could react and Huntsman was looking up at the window. "Team B, hit the window. That's Huntsman, Arthur, Loveline, and Haruko. The rest of you are with me. We're going in the back door. Team B will search the top floor, we'll start with the bottom floor." Eve ordered and Huntsman nodded to lunge up at the sniper in the window.
"No. He's helping." Becky explained as best as Becky could explain anything. "I'm tempted to let Winter destroy the world if it'll piss that guy off!" Huntsman yelled from above just before a gunshot rang out. "I heard that, pest." The Master said in his golden voice. "I really should put you down. You never play along." He was looking up at Huntsman with the utmost disgust. "That's why I'm so charming. Remember that time I smashed your face into your jenga tower?" "Vividly." Becky waved at Huntsman and Arthur and walked away. "Gotta go. Eve wants me."
Eve ignored the eyeless sniper dropping from the window and rushed around the back, smashing through the fence like the meager sticks it was. This place wasn't very defensible in the face of superpowered mercenaries. The yard she had crashed into was a perfectly ordered orchard, lines of lemon trees standing at attention. Strangely, there were no soldiers here. Eve hesitated to go towards the back door. It was strategically stupid to leave it unguarded. There must be something. She heard something creak and turned just in time to take a branch to the face. Women were emerging from the trees, silvery-brown skinned with yellow orbs in their green hair. They looked older than the hills and younger than newborns and wore no more than their ankle-length hair.
"Trees are not fond of change. And so we will make a world which does not change." One informed Eve. "Poke!" Another cheerfully declared, trying to stab Alex's eyes out with her twiggy fingers. Others swarmed to surround Thomas and Chloe, trying to beat them to death with leafy clubs. Becky went down in an angry tangle with a few and rolled away. Only a few wandered near Leora, gently prodding at her with interest. "I don't have time for this." Eve snapped, raising her cannon. She fired and blew threw the crowd, smashing several dryads into splinters. She smiled until they rose, bodies piecing themselves back together quicker than Huntsman. "Ah... crap." Eve backed up as a swarm of grinning dryads advanced on her.
Meanwhile, back on the farm, in other words the attic, Huntsman picked up the sniper's gun and shot the other sniper in the room with it. The splatter and the way they fell were entertaining he had to admit. He should shoot people more often. For now he flipped the gun to use as a club as he looked around the room. This place smelled like dust. Dust and preservatives. They were preserving dust in this stupid fucking attic. Low, long wooden boxes were all over the floor, making it nearly impossible to navigate. He jumped on top of one to head towards the ladder downstairs and was toppled off when it sprung open.
"Preserve the world... as we are preserved." The mummy spoke like a swarm of insects, like a million small voices buzzing out words. It levitated into an upright position, hunched like its skin was too taught to straighten out. The skin in question was splotched pink and purple like a diseased sunset. There was little to its face besides a twisted, screaming mouth, its nose weathered away and its eyes empty black slots. "Preserve you... first." Each box was slamming open, its own mummy inhabitant hovering free. They stiffly floated through the air at the people in attic, and the instant they touched anybody they would begin to drain the moisture from their bodies until they were a desiccated mummy as well.
Huntsman whipped out the rifle barrel at the closest mummy's face and smashed it into the wall. Its jaw snapped and an arm dropped lightly to the floor. It paused on the wall for a second, then turned and started coming again. "Ugh, I hate mummies... can't even eat them." He backed up towards Haruko. He wasn't going to touch these things. He knew how that ended up. He couldn't get enough water for a week after the last time.
Ariana didn't think she could move at all. She was frozen to the table now. Warden still stayed at her side, occasionally talking to messengers coming and going. Whatever was going on seemed exciting. It sounded like a fight. Maybe she could join when she was grown up. "Yes, I suppose he will have to be awakened. Just give it a few minutes. I don't want time for him to get bored and hibernate again." Warden ordered. Ariana wondered who was getting woken up. A friend of Warden's? Maybe he was going to attend a party to celebrate Ariana growing up.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 22, 2017 18:47:41 GMT
"Hey! When this is done, don't go anywhere! We need to catch up later!" Arthur yelled after Becky before turning to the window. "Alright, Love, hold on to me."
Loveline latched on to Arthur who jumped through the opening. "Ugh, this place stinks," she commented.
"Looks like the commotion outside is a good distraction. But-"
"-Don't let your guard down. We know. What's up with all these boxes though? Are they storing demon god food here?" Loveline asked. She received an answer almost immediately when the boxes popped open and dried up husks rose up into the air.
"Mummies? They look more like flying zombies," she said. Still, she wasn't scared of some silly undead. She lunged at one with dragon claws. Unfortunately, she didn't notice how even the crazy Huntsman was avoiding them. Arthur did.
"Wait!" His warning was too late. As soon as she touched one, she could feel herself getting thirsty and tired. Realizing something wasn't right, she jumped back right away. "Don't touch those things, guys! They feel... Weird!"
"I told you not to let your guard down! Use this!" Arthur created an ice spear for Loveline to use. Two black butterflies latched on to the shaft and wrapped around it, becoming handles for her to use without freezing her now human hands off. She spun the spear around once before stabbing at the chest of the nearest mummy. Ice shards formed around Arthur as he stared down two other mummies. He snapped his fingers and the amassed shards launched themselves at his targets, aiming to perforate them completely.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 24, 2017 17:16:43 GMT
They musty air filled Haruko's lungs as she entered the room. Why did they keep the air so preserved? Her question was soon answered when the boxes started to open up and reveal the dried-up husks of humans inside. Haruko winced at the sound of Huntsman cracking one of the mummies in the head with the rifle, already not enjoying how casually they were killing the people inside this house. It made her sick, to be frank. "Uh...does this work like normal zombies? Destroy the brain and they die?" Haruko asked nobody in particular as she tossed three knives at three mummies's heads. She aimed for their eye sockets, being the path of least resistance to the brain. The seamstress knew that she needed to save her gem girl form for a later battle...if she could help it. She tossed three more knives at incoming enemies as Huntsman backed up toward her. At least he could act as an unintentional shield for her while she attacked the monsters.
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Post by RedLenai on Oct 26, 2017 20:39:30 GMT
The boy only smiled broadly after the woman's compliment but that smile lasted little after being involved in a new fight.
Chloe absorbed again her own sound and Thomas's to get a greater recharge of her barking which was notorious because no one and she herself couldn't hear the possible insult that escaped the young priest's mouth.
She aimed her bark again, if her calculations didn't fail, the power would make the nearest targets have more severe damage, while those farther would be pushed by the sound waves.
The boy comunicated again with his partner by telepathy: "Chloe! I have a theory in hand? Do they can only regeneratw a few times or do they have something attached to their bodies or something near here? Like in one of my videogames!" At that time, he was looking at the yard and the plant-womans, trying to figure out if they really had a weakness.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 28, 2017 23:07:07 GMT
Wires emerge from the gruesome hunter's gloves and quickly produce a net around the body of the tree woman trying to stab his eyes with her twiggy fingers. "Slice," replied Alex in a deep growling voice as his sharp wire threads swiftly tighten towards a singular point. He quickly steps back and begins to examine their situation. Once he notices the dryads that Eve smash begin to resemble themselves, he grits his teeth in annoyance and pulls out his Colt. "This should put you down for good," and prepares to fire a round at the creature who tried to blind him. Yet pauses for a moment to stare at Leora, who is talking to their opponents.
Rather than fight the women, Leora calmly tries to engage in a conversation with the dryads surrounding her. "Why are you trying to stop us?" she asked in confusion. "Is this truly what you want? Because this world without change you speak of will not be what you envision. It will grant you nothing, but cold death. You will no longer be able to experience the wonderful sensation of sunlight, nor will you be able to witness the growth and development of your children, and their children, and so on. You will doom not only yourselves to such a fate, but remove the chance of life for future generations. Please, we don't have much left. I implore you to rethink this. We haven't yet gone pass the point of no return. There is still time for us to work together for a brighter future."
Leora reaches forward with her hands and gently wraps her fingers around the twiggy hand of the closest woman to her, and begins to slowly pour some of her power into her as she tries to reinsure the dryad that she is telling her the truth as she knows it, while also attempting to remove any potential foreign influence that may be compelling the dryad to act hostile.
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 5, 2017 23:56:24 GMT
The dryad attacking Alex was caught by surprise and wrapped thoroughly, arm twisted painfully to her chest. She screamed as the wires reduced her to sawdust, but before Alex even fired his gun, the pieces were coming back together. His bullet did little better, at least when going through the dryads. If Alex was paying attention, he might see a dryad drop with a hole through her chest, even though his bullet wasn't aimed anywhere near her. One of the trees lay shattered by Alex's colt.
The dryads around Leora paused, incapable of approaching and attacking.
"Future generations will only be worse. Remember the 1920s? I liked them. I was planted by the nice family who lived here then. The weather was better. The people were better. Everything only decays." One groaned in the creaking voice of falling timber.
"I was planted in the 1950s, and those days were also better. I was planted in a garden north of here. Now that garden is no more. It was a good garden." Another said quietly, like the wind blowing through leaves.
The dryads near Thomas blew apart and came back together just the same as all the other dryads. "Wolves helped our sisters in Yellowstone. You have a chance to leave and live, wolf, but your human will die here." A dryad swung her root-like leg at Thomas' foot to drop him, stabbing at him with wooden spears that grew out of her arms.
Eve was surrounded by dryads, fighting them off to her best extent with her hidden blade and bare fists. She wasn't being given time to reload her cannon. She ducked a dryad's spear and punched them in half, only to take two more spears to the back. She whirled and hacked through the dryad's neck and another spear scraped her head. All superficial. All infuriating. Then she saw Alex's attack across the battlefield. "That's it! Kill their trees!" She yelled at the others as her chest tore open. "Here's a reminder that some things do get better with time! The power of progress!" Eve dropped two grenades into her hands, a yellow and a blue one.
She threw them in both directions. The yellow grenade was all force and light, ripping limbs off of trees and even ripping a few wholesale from the earth. A dryad near Alex was bodily thrown from the earth and fell to the ground. Unlike the others, she didn't rise. A few others had their limbs snap off and collapsed to cradle their lost branches. On the other side, the blue grenade vanished in a flash of fire. A few dryads speaking to Leora and fighting Chloe and Thomas were instantly turned to ash and crumbled.
"I have plenty more where that came from. It's called mass production. It gave me all the parts I needed to make as many as I need. That's the power of progress. So surrender, pick up your injured sisters, and get the fuck out of my way before I show off one of the bad parts of progress and rip down every tree in this garden." Backlit by hungry blue flames, Eve looked like some sort of evil god to the eyes of the dryads. Still, they didn't back down. They grew spears, longer than before, extending into pikes. They stabbed at Alex and Eve, trying to drive them away from the remaining trees.
The mummy's head snapped back with a dry crack when Haruko's blades entered its eye sockets. "Preserve." It hissed, floating closer and grasping for her arms. The other stabbed mummies had similar responses.
"That doesn't work on zombies either. Fire is ideal, but in lieu of that..." Huntsman flicked out a claw through the nearest mummy's arm and it dropped to the ground. "Just take them into small enough pieces they can't cause trouble!" His attack carried him too close to the mummy and it grabbed his arm, beginning to drain him of fluids. "Preserve... ungh!?" As gasp like a burst of dry wind came and the mummy lifted a melting hand. "Oops, did I put extremely corrosive chemicals in my bodily fluids? That would be a shame for somebody trying to slurp them out!" Huntsman was dripping like wax from his own acid blood, but he didn't seem to mind as he grabbed the mummy's head and melted it into sludge.
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 7, 2017 15:59:10 GMT
These zombie-like mummies appeared to be more resilient then what movies lead Loveline to believe. Huntsman's instructions were problematic for Loveline. She couldn't exactly cut them into pieces with a spear. She also couldn't do Huntsman's acid blood trick.
"Hazel, give me a hand!" she said and six butterflies surrounded her. Four turned into blades that spun around her, cutting mummies that got too close into pieces. The other two butterflies let Hazel see what she was doing so she didn't accidentally kill anyone on their side.
Nearby, Arthur stopped his ice shard barrage since it wasn't particularly useful. Instead, he switched to twin ice swords and started hacking and slashing like a maniac, trying to push forward to the ladder.
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 10, 2017 3:28:32 GMT
Haruko looked annoyed as the knives embedded themselves harmlessly in the mummy's faces. Why can't it ever be normal zombies? First it's ink monsters, then zombie dolls, and now mummies. I want normal zombies! While Haruko thought to herself, she noticed a mummy approaching her and leaped away from his swipe, the attack only grazing her arm. However, even the brief encounter with the mummy suddenly made her mouth dry up and put pressure upon her eyes. Ok, a bit more threatening than zombies. The seamstress thought as she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out five normal knifes. "Here's an idea; knock them into coffins for me!" And with that, Haruko tossed an explosive knife at a nearby mummy to knock it backwards into a coffin, whereupon Haruko slammed the lid back on and stabbed two knives into the sides to keep it shut. This was going to take forever.
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Post by RedLenai on Nov 10, 2017 17:23:10 GMT
At that time, the boy fell on his back, it was a bad idea not to be completely attentive, but thanks to the coverage of the small staves around his body he managed to reduce the attack... although now it would be more difficult to regenerate them. Chloe grunted at the dryads, her legs digging into the ground due to her strong grip after approaching her master. Her voice echoed in the garden, a deep, vibrant tone that expressed the hatred emanating from her body at that moment.
Try to kill the child and forget about being reborn or being in Heaven!
After a few moments, her voice became gentler after knowing that Thomas was fine. And she positioned herself at his side to protect him. The boy was about to shoot the trees but the words of the Dryads near Leora distracted him completely, lowering his weapons. His heart felt afflicted, he wasn't able to shoot, he managed to understand them and they were blinded by their own pain, the past that brings with it nostalgia and hatred for having been snatched that happiness they loved so much. Slowly, the pentagrams disappeared and their black robes were the only thing visible. The boy sighed, he thought again of his actions understanding that he shot first before asking and thinking. He got carried away with his new mission... but what if...?
...D-Do you really think that the owner of this place... Isn't using all of you... for his own benefit...? - The young boy looked at the dryads, his face couldn't hide the concern.
Chloe reaffirmed her position, Thomas had lowered his guard dangerously, she understood it as more angry than she was before the carelessness of the priest but she had no choice but to respect his decision. "Perhaps his empathy could give them affection and make them see reason?" she asked to herself without an answer. If things were getting worse she'll take personal care of those trees even if Thomas wouldn't like it.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Nov 30, 2017 5:13:56 GMT
Leora wish that she has more time to discuss with the dryads, so that they could better understand the counterproductive result they would be creating for themselves if they accomplish their goal here. "I'm sorry," she apologize to them sincerely as she hears their stories, "I want to help you, and I will. But what you are trying to do here won't bring you the happiness that you desire and deserve." She reaches out and summons forth a wave of bright energy as she seeks to affect all the dryads in the area with her calming aura as she tries to relax the trees creatures to the point of putting them to a deep sleep.
Alex remains still as he watches the vessel of compassion, wondering in deep thought what exactly is this woman. It didn't take long for him to figure out that there is something about her that is compelling, but at the same time he couldn't fully trust his feelings about her. He could tell that her presence is manipulating him, but he couldn't comprehend how she was doing it, until he witness the blueish light radiating from here body. At that moment he understand a little bit more about her abilities. "How curious . . ." he whispered underneath his breath, awestruck by a different display of power that he isn't used to seeing.
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 1, 2017 4:32:46 GMT
The dryads around Leora stiffened when her power went through them, but did not fall. Lacking a sleep cycle like humans, they just slowed down. However, with Eve's direct attack on their bodies, the fanatical dryads were beginning to lose their fight. Some of them backed away to defend their trees from the roaring flames. One before Leora stared back at a tree that was about to be engulfed in flames. "Please, I was born here! I don't have anywhere else! Don't let her burn us down!"
Eve didn't stop tearing through the trees, Becky whirling at her side with axe blades of darkness being swung by a dozen black tendrils of hair like a mad lumberjack. Soon, any remaining dryads were too busy fighting the flames or too injured to attack. "And that's that. Thanks a lot guys." Eve glared at everybody but Becky and Alex, noticing their lack of contribution. "These aren't people you can talk to. They're fanatics who think they have the right to end the world. Remember that and don't let them get to your head." Eve grabbed the dryad before Leora by the hair and yanked her away. "No! Please! I surrender!" She thrashed in Eve's grip and was released. "Good. Put out the fire." Eve shoved her away and she scrambled to work on that. It seemed hopeless, given the dryads had nothing to actually extinguish the flames.
Eve looked at the carnage and pondered for a second, the fires filling her eyes with their reflection. "Fuck it. Let them find a way or burn. We have more important things to do." She turned away and kicked down the back door, stepping into a sterile white hallway that quickly gained some grey with the ash she drug in. Becky jumped over her to land by the wall, glancing both directions. "Which way?" She raised a little red die to her lips. After a second with it at her ear, she nodded and pointed left. "He says left."
Only scraps fell into the casket that Haruko nailed shut. Still, the idea was inspiring. "Heh, you've got style!" Huntsman kicked another mummy back into their box and slammed the lid, using sharpened bones as nails to hold it. Loveline and Arthur had decent success, at the very least removing the reach of the mummies by slashing off their limbs. The husks remained alive, but with their slow movements, they had no chance of grabbing the invaders.
However, with all this progress, more caskets were opening, releasing withered moans. "Oh come on, we don't have time for this!" Huntsman was a half melted wax statue by now, but before he could put it to use, a ringing noise began to grow louder and louder, one that would be familiar to Haruko. "Oh, not these fucks..." Huntsman took a swing at the first figure coming through the window, but she was apparently ready, as her foot lashed out first and knocked him backwards over a coffin. "I wish I had time to kill you today, murderer, but sadly today we make peace with our enemies in face of a common threat. Even the Master of Games, a thousand damnations on his soul." Abijah glared at the fallen monster as three figures in black cloaks and silver masks detailed with massive tongues followed her.
"So go! This world must survive! Winter's eternal stagnation cannot be allowed!" Abijah drew her club and hooked a mummy's head clean off. She ignored Haruko, although she was clearly stewing as hard at her as at Huntsman, for reasons unknown to anybody but them.
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Post by Vapovile on Dec 1, 2017 22:08:17 GMT
Huntsman's compliment made Haruko pause for a moment. What was the appropriate response for receiving a compliment from someone you dislike? Said thought was quickly dashed when a person she disliked even more came crashing through the window with three masked people. "You're here too?!" The seamstress exclaimed in disbelief. Why did it seem like all of their past enemies are the primary ones helping them take down one of their own kind?
Shaking her head, Haruko jumps on top of the coffin she closed and begins to sprint toward the exit. "Thanks for the assistance!" She shouts back toward the newcomers, a hint of disdain in her voice. While Haruko was adept at putting on a mask of professionalism for her job...the painful last few days and strange scenario of today were taking a mental toll. An image of a woman's twisted face lingered in her mind.
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Post by TimePuppy on Dec 12, 2017 17:14:37 GMT
The group was making decent progress when it came to disabling the opposition, but their enemy was seemingly neverending. Loveline's comparison to zombies seemed all the more fitting. Before anyone got to complain about that fact however, reinforcements stormed in through the window.
Whoever the person leading them was, she apparently had a history with both Huntsman and Haruko. It wasn't a particularly pleasant history with either of them if their interaction was anything to go by. As Haruko sprinted for the exit, Arthur and Loveline ran to catch up to her. Being the faster of the two, Arthur caught up first.
"Who's that? You don't look pleased to see her, even though she's helping us," he said.
Catching up moments later, Loveline said, "There's something familiar about her, but I've never seen her before. What's up with that?"
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Post by RedLenai on Dec 17, 2017 23:59:26 GMT
Thomas swallowed his own saliva, feeling the anger on Eve’s words. He tried his best helping but noticed the pain in them at the point he felt like a selfish person, he didn't wanted to become fanatic in the name of God, he even had his own doubts but hope is what humans had the most. He prayed for the safety and peace of the poor creatures, leaving a small cross near the trees. Sorry that I can’t help you… but I have to go – He said after apologizing to the few dryads and entered the house, following the rest of the team. Chloe didn’t say a single word after that, she didn’t care, those dryads had a long life… it wasn’t going to be unfair to finish the live they had long time ago, now being nothing but the vestige of old times, old times that would never come back. “From dust we came and to dust we return”
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Post by waybig1010101 on Dec 31, 2017 1:49:05 GMT
Leora's heart feels as if it is been violently squeezed as Eve continue her onslaught on the tree creatures. Were it not for her desire to save Ariana, she would have done everything in her power to help settle this dispute at peacefully as possible, but during her service to Compassion, she grew to understand the consequences of time. Though she no longer suffer the affects of aging, she too was restricted by the time's hold. She grudgingly walks away from the dryads and follows Eve as a small tear forms in the corner of her eyes. Wishing she could have saved them.
Alex on the other hand didn't seem bother by the acts of violence against the dryads. In anything, the ghoulish looking man appears to be fascinated by them. Still, he refrain from assisting Eve as Leora still remains the attention of his curiosity. He walks behind the rest of the group. However before heading inside, he turns around to examine the carnage before him one last time before stepping through the back door.
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 31, 2017 4:54:03 GMT
Eve lead the charge down twisting white corridors. Room after room, hall after hall. Even with as large as the mansion was, there was clearly more space on the inside here. At intersections, Becky would listen to her die and make the call, but it didn't seem they were going anywhere. The change came when they hit a room with paintings all over the wall. The paintings varied in style, but not in subject. Dozens of still lives, coating every surface. Scenes of ephemeral things, fruit and flowers, preserved forever in acrylic, oil and watercolor. Eve slowed down. The difference had to be meaningful.
Her paranoia paid off. The instant she walked in front of a painting, it popped off of the wall and a pastel pink, snaking trunk lashed out tipped with a slurping proboscis. It stabbed into Eve's neck and began slurping with a noise like pouring stew down a garbage disposal. She choked out a scream as Becky lunged forward. Something small and dark struck from within her hair and the trunk retreated. "Thanks, Becky. What the fuck was that?" Eve rubbed the spot where she was stung. She could feel a painful stiffness spreading from where she was stricken. Whatever it was, it was poisonous. And the rest weren't so patient.
The wall around one of the paintings was smashed down and something waddled through. It was squat and wide, shorter than anybody in the group but as broad as Eve. It moved stiffly, restricted by its white exoskeleton. Hands with a single clawed finger were held tight to its chest, right next to the hole where its slurping trunk wiggled from. Its head was baby blue, a low dome over its shoulders with a ring of holes that might have been eyes. It chittered and chirped, moving forwards in little hops, as all around it more paintings shook from creatures trying to break through.
"Looks like they pulled something in from another dimension. Just keep on your guard. Whatever they are, they're poisonous." Eve cautiously began to approach, but the moment she did, another trunk lashed out low and struck her calf. She screamed again and fell to one knee. Her hand reached back and grabbed the trunk. It wasn't altogether an unpleasant-feeling thing, she distantly thought. It was surprisingly dry, and she could feel the musculature underneath. It made it feel real.
It reminded her of a snake one of the pirates on Nassau had as a pet. Or, well, something on the bodies of a lot of those pirates. Both comparisons made her feel bad when she clenched her first. The trunk resisted, but eventually it was crushed. The sharp proboscis slid out of her leg and dangled, the trunk retreating. "I'm fine... keep moving." She growled, leaning on a wall for support. These things weren't here to stop the team. They were just to slow them down. Make them pause and check every painting.
The team stomped down the ladder and found themselves in a featureless hallway stretching both ways. Huntsman sniffed the air carefully for a few seconds, then pointed. "That way. I can smell Warden." He waved to encourage the others to go on, hanging back with Arthur. "Arthur. I don't like you. Not one tiny bit. In fact, for trying to kill Eve, I hate you. If I had the chance, I'd drag you to a volcano and give you a bath before I ate you. But I'm going to trust you to answer this truthfully. Does Becky care about you?" Huntsman's voice was a low buzz, like a giant wasp was speaking.
Ahead, the group would find their path blocked by four large men in clothing that most closely resembled fencing gear except for the white-painted breastplates over their chest. All four held impossible swords before their bodies. They were as long as greatswords, but constructed with massive triangular blades instead of the thin stalks of a classic greatsword. They were coated in interlaced designs that paralleled those on the breastplates of their wielders. In perfect unison, the swordsmen stepped forward, swinging their swords in robotic motions, all the same attack regardless of where their enemies stood.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 2, 2018 1:08:39 GMT
Haruko sighed a little when Arthur asked her about Abijah, continuing to run as she turned toward him. "She was part of a cult that worshipped Dan's demon god...thing. Look, I'm not too clear on what beings like Master of Games are. That was about two years ago when we saved Dan from that mess, and Aria had to fight that woman. You know how strong she is, so don't trust that woman for a second." It was clear that Haruko was more irritated today compared to her normal upbeat behavior. Why was this woman back now after all these years of being dormant? Could the HWIC not capture her after the incident in Siberia? When Huntsman pointed out that Warden was close and waved for them to move on, Haruko obliged and saw the four large men blocking the way. Great...just what I need. Four weirdos who can fight in perfect unison.
"You four have three seconds to get out of the way. Four...three..." Haruko reached into her coat and pulled out four explosive knives. She readied to throw them directly at the strange fighters. "Two...one..." If they continued to advance, Haruko would throw the explosive knives in an arc directly in front of her to try and blow up the floor beneath the attackers or, if that fails, damage their legs. While the smoke cleared, Haruko reached into her jacket once more to pull out two knives attached to nearly invisible razor wire that she'd use if the attackers were undeterred.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 6, 2018 20:01:14 GMT
The woman certainly didn't sound pleasant and if she kept up with Aria, Arthur certainly didn't want to provoke her. Loveline also didn't fancy her chances against her, but she still had no idea why the woman stuck out to her.
"At least she doesn't want the world to end," Loveline said.
In the meantime, Huntsman asked Arthur a question in a drawn-out way that left Arthur unsure if he actually wanted an answer or if he just wanted to threaten the frost mage. In the end, Arthur remembered the short and troublesome, but overall sweet time he spent taking care of Becky.
"I'd like to think so. I'm the one who liberated her from Mog. We're the one who liberated her," he corrected himself, looking at Loveline and the butterflies fluttering around her. "Actually, the fact that she's working with Mog is bothersome."
Arthur and Loveline stopped when they reached the oversized warriors. Haruko took the initiative by tossing exploding daggers, which kicked up quite a smoke screen. Arthur took the opportunity while he was hidden to try and jump over the blockade, using the timing he observed and his sense of hearing improved by activating Wolf's soul to avoid the blades. If he got behind them, he would create two ice swords and try to cut the legs off the nearest two.
Back on the other side, Loveline was weighing her options. Her illusions probably wouldn't do much against the things since they swung their swords rhythmically and not aimed at anyone in particular. Her transforming powers also wouldn't be too useful since she didn't feel like getting chopped up for no reason. In an enclosed environment like this her Gem Form would be at a huge advantage. But wasting her energy on a small group Haruko and Arthur seemed to be doing well against would be exactly that; a waste. In the end, she decided to let the others deal with the problem and watched from the sidelines.
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Post by RedLenai on Jan 27, 2018 19:46:45 GMT
Thomas roleaded his guns and started shooting at the trunks, their appareance were interesting, like those creatures that would only appear in cartoons,what kind of dimension did these things came from? He was getting curious but that wasn't the time for that.
Chloe waited until she was ordered to bark again, she made the vibration to rebound onto the walls, hoping to psych out the creatures on the paintings... or maybe the power of her voice would allow them to fall inside the hallway. Anyway she step closer to her owner.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jan 30, 2018 1:02:16 GMT
Leora fought the urge to shrink when Eve was surprised attack by the bizarre creature emerging from the painting. She begins to look around them and begins to grow worry that they were slowly beginning to become surrounded by these strange creatures. By the time she looks back, another unique beast has already attack Eve again. "Eve! Are you alright?!" she asked as she runs towards her, and preparing to heal the metal woman if need be.
Meanwhile, Alex didn't care to wait to see how Eve was doing. Instead his focus is on the paintings as he wants to prevent another further attacks. He begins to prepare his wire threads. The thine threads start to emerge from his glove gradually as they expand outwards, until they touch the floor at the gruesome hunter's feet. From there, the threads crawl across the ground towards the edge of the walls, and continue to spread to the nearby paintings. He doesn't even plan to let the creatures have a chance to jump them as his wire threads start to move upwards until they start to touch the ceiling.
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