Pandaemonium
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Post by Tricky on Oct 7, 2016 6:06:47 GMT -7
Oh, this was not good or fun, fun or good, or any variation, language, synonym, or figure of speech pertaining nearly to the notion of goodness or enjoyable. "This," in regards to the spores taking over the outside world. Not only were these awful hulking things taking all of his fun, what with their wanton mayhem and destruction of immense proportions, the whole ordeal was boring and organized. They were all plants, dastardly creations of biology that may seem like chaotic messes but were so very thoroughly organized. Symmetrical. And that, combined with their inherent boringness while stealing his hobby, even further multiplied by the fact that they were still something to just destroy, is what motivated Tricky to bust out his new arsenal of powers, hatched in his head just for the dragon and its cretinous thralls. It was quite the idea set, but it would be a magnificent one to see in action.
At some point, somewhere tucked away in the docks, a noise was made that captivated or terrified most of the great many that began to hear it. It was low, at first, a quiet but ever growing laugh. Like a long planned joke finally hitting its punchline. The source was the joker, known to haunt the docks but never disturbing anything. Normally, he just kept to himself and was content to observe there and laughed, but with more spirit than shown now. Tricky sounded displaced from his usual self, a great deal less and extravagant. It had turned into a sort of grim chuckle overnight, now more of a disturbed notion. It grew still, going into a louder barking bellow that echoed far and wide through the screams of the half-eaten. It was present above every voice for several blocks. It left abruptly, leaving an awkward silence past the background of dying pleas and strained lungs trying to call for help. The Jester himself had transformed, the source of the omnipresent and corrupted laugh. His back seemed permanently hunched over and disfigured, marred with bumps and even small metal protrusions, but he was also a foot taller. His face no longer held its smile but a sort of grimace or sneer. A mixture of disdain, pain, and burning fury coursed through his eyes; now, they were blackened sockets in his face with a sort of shadow that exuded from them, consuming nearby light in tendrils. The very metal that made this image up was wrinkled, just as durable but giving the face an even older quality. His hat was now crumpled and split, with the bells and tails that held them on now twisted and defunct, as though it had been through quite a fierce attack and weathered it only to temper into a hostile form. The faces covering his torso, all dead and limp as though beaten to death but the one now melancholy in the center, Were now all covered with a gray and black smoke. It had the metal underneath, now all colored along a scheme of greys of varying shades and black, but there was a misty shadow that seemed to exude from his torso. Staying in a sort of theme, his arms and legs were deformed and mangled. His gait was unaffected, a still quick walk but with a more secretive and especially sinister look. The black splotches of his eyes flicked around frequently, his neck moving to and fro to examine some new thing. A horrific enough visage.
Then, something happened that changed his state. A motorcycle, one that he heard would come in the event of a dragon attack, had come within earshot. He was in a mood worse than he'd ever shown, but he had a good feeling. Tricky started to turn semi normal, enough to be seen as himself. The cheer returned to him. His laugh started as it normally did, and the faces all returned to their expressions. He wasn't quite there, he was still pale looking, his back still having small bumps and little spikes, and he didn't turn green again. Though he was feeling better he still had quite a bit of anger and malice to let out, but that could come later and then his deformations would return. Now he got to take the communal passenger service of Limen and the Brave Motorcycle That Could (and could, apparently, fly). A few loud happy lefts were brought into the blaring music as Tricky took a few leaps and a hop up and off a nearby building, doing a somersault before landing on the bike. The laughter ceased, if only because he had a small thanks to yell over the music. There was supposed to be joy in this, attacking and burning and destroying. What point was there, other than the prevalent one of revenge, to all of it if it isn't fun? No point indeed. Plus, he had some burning ulterior motives to go after the dragon. And he had absolutely no intention of getting off until he was in the thick of the plant thralls that had stolen his sandbox.
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Pandaemonium
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Post by Bloodbath on Oct 7, 2016 6:16:44 GMT -7
Ever since Mosh Man's death, Bloodbath had been in the Docks. He had been doing the usual, herding the Chaotic Pandemonium into something resembling a coordinated group and making anyone who tried to keep the chaos dissappear. He was feeling pretty good. His scars were quickly adding up on his wrists but he had plenty of blood, some of it being borrowed from Mosh Man's corpse.
Then he saw the zombies. He blinked blearingly at them, one hand unconsciously moving to scratch at his wrists even when they were specks in his line of vision. He wondered if it was a dragon, remembering the burning blood.
He wanted more.
He shuffled right into the horror show, body shaking like a leaf as he raised a blood soaked hand, "I-I need your-your blood." He mumbled, uncanny smile crossing his lips, "G-give it-it...or I-I'll take i-it!"
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Rein Initiative
He saying "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"
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Post by Fleet on Oct 7, 2016 8:29:26 GMT -7
Fleet danced with excitement as the call of a dragon arrived, following Solomon as he headed for the roof. The giddiness of being teleporting couldn't compare to what he felt when he saw the zombies.
He took care not to call rain, but the wind could still cause problems with the helicopters if they weren't careful. His fingers moved strangly as he concentrated, not even taking out his knife as his strangled voice joined the sign ins, "F-Fleet here...beware the storm." Anyone would know what he was warning of. The clouds swirled and the distant roar of thunder sounded, and it still wasn't done. The storm was forming, and he didn't intend to let the calm beforehand continue too long.
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Unaligned
Aw, what's wrong? Don't you trust me?
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Post by An0nymou5 on Oct 7, 2016 9:27:35 GMT -7
Anonymous has to thanks his life-style for saving him from becoming one of those horror shows out there. If he were living in one of those fancy building with built-in air conditioner, he might have gotten the spore into his system by now. As soon as he noticed the news coverage all over the TV about these walking horrors, he quickly changed his face into his featureless self in order to protect himself from breathing in those harmful spores. Grabbing his sword cane, he quickly made his way toward the downtown area where they all congregated. He got up one of the high-rise building in order to see the chaos happening below.
“An actual horror show is happening out there and I’m not invited?” he said to himself.
Seeing some of those walking thrall walking toward some of the civilians with terrifying speed, Anonymous pulled out his sword and jumped, using the momentum of the fall and slice up one of the thralls in half. With some sword-play, Anonymous sliced up the other thrall into pieces; gushing blood, or whatever left of them, all over the pavement.
“Inconceivable. Unacceptable! Wrathinducalble!!! That last one might not be a word, so sue me.”
He turned to the civilians: a woman in her thirty and a young girl, looking at him with fear in their eyes. He let out a creepy smile at them:
“If you have time to be afraid, get your sorry butt out of here!”
Out from the corner of the street, more of those zombifided thralls emerged and started to make their way toward them. The two civilians quickly get back on their feet and start running in the opposite direction. When he looked around, he saw another unpowered trying to help the two, saying something to them that he can barely made it out:
“Quickly,” the guy said, “follow the evacuation plan, you all will be safe there.”
Anonymous whipped his sword cane so he can wipe off the gooey blood as he looked back at the zombies. Something was wrong: dragons are terrifyingly smart creatures, judging from the last one that attack the city. According to the news report he saw from before, they all said something about how the office building was affected first, and how the thralls are rounding up people like wolfs cornering the sheeps.
That’s when it hit him, a terrifying thought that even he wouldn’t believe how diabolical it was. He let out a chuckle before turning his attention back as the approaching hoards:
“Oh you’re good.” He said, “I will compliment on your method of bringing fear to these people.”
He quickly dashed forward with his sword cane, blocking and hitting any thralls he could in his way. He needs to tell the other supers, especially the Bulwark or that new faction about this. He needs to let them know quick before it’s too late.
The Shiro Tower is a death trap, and the unpowered civilians are walking right into it.
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Post by Poppet on Oct 7, 2016 9:37:59 GMT -7
Poppet has never seen a horror movie before in her life, but she can easily tell that this is truly a horror show. She wished this is just a nightmare she has because of what she had last night, but this is no dream. The downtown areas are now crawling with such abomination that she want to hide in her room until the whole mess is passed over. That is, until she saw Solomon’s present in the downtown rooftop. If her sis…brother is there, does she have a right to remain hidden in the Sanctum? The thought of losing her sis…brother again is too painful for her to even imagine.
So without much of a struggle, Poppet quickly make her way out of the Sanctum along with her doll flying above her. Many years had passed by, and Solomon has become stronger with his power. She wanted to show him how much her power has grown as well; she isn’t a helpless little girl any more. As long as she has Jessica by her side, and as long as she has Solomon with her, then there’s nothing that she need to be afraid of anymore. She remembered to grab hold on one of the gas mask in order to protect herself from the spore.
Once she made it to the edge of the downtown area, the sight of the chaos is sickening to witness. The image of these horror abominations are much worst when looking up close, and her feet turned to jelly as the sight of their huge number.
“Come on, Jenny,” Jessica said to her, “we made it this far, we can’t stop now.”
Taking a big gulp, Poppet took a deep breath before looking back at her doll with a confident smile behind her gas mask:
“You’re right; our brother is waiting for us. Let’s us go meet him.”
With that, she reached out her hand toward the tall building near her; using the string network she made out of her fingertip, she quickly pulled herself up onto the roof. Hopping from one roof top to another using her strings like a bungee rope, she eventually located where Solomon was standing with his books floating around him. He was fighting back the incoming thralls all by himself; worries took over her as she immediately got down to where he was. Using her power, the hoards of thralls would find themselves stuck in a tangle mess of sticky web, unable to move any further toward the two of them. She glanced back to Solomon with a smile on her face:
“I found you, big brother. I’m here to help.”
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Post by Geata on Oct 7, 2016 11:44:33 GMT -7
Geata, admittedly, hadn't expected the dragon to attack so early. They'd been given a week during which to expect a dragon attack. He was pretty sure it would've been one of the later days that the dragon attacked, if Horizon's was even right to begin with. So for the dragon to attack on the first day of the projected week, he was caught completely unawares. He had just sat down to eat an actually healthy meal for the first time in weeks when a he received a call from Azoth. With a longing look at the fresh food that he'd have to focus on later, he went upstairs to collect his costume and other items. On his way, he made sure to shout through the hallways that he would be outside in five minutes if anyone needed a ride to the fight, as long as they didn't mind a stop or two on the way.
Once outside, he was greeted by his old pal Sin Eater. She wasn't the most welcome sight, but if she was bothering him about needing to be somewhere, it was better than nothing. "I've been asked to grab Azoth and Toko, too, so it'll be a smidge of a longer trip than expected," he said to her. "By the way, you know of anyone that might need transport?" He was then given the task of bringing Unhallow along, too. He simply nodded and opened portals underneath whoever was gathered around, starting the trip to Malachite Isle.
After collecting the designated Keepers (and whoever else he happened across that needed a lift), he'd take the assembled supers straight towards the teeming masses of the infected. Upon arrival, he looked around the battlefield. Between the scale of the battle, the movement that'll be necessary for combating swarms of enemies, and the helicopters flying around, it seemed that he probably wouldn't be capable of fully enacting an idea he had struck upon in the weeks before the attack. That was irritating in its own right, but he would be damned if he wasn't going to at least try. He'd wait until as many supers arrived as were coming, though, before he bothered to waste the effort. Until then, he was content to simply wait, irritated, for a move to be made by one side or the other.
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"I shall protect you from the consequences of your naivety."
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Post by Balance on Oct 7, 2016 12:14:14 GMT -7
The morning was slow, time moving reluctantly. The brunette had just left her boring first period and strolling through downtown when the city was suddenly shaken up. Twisted mutated souls filled the streets, the dissonance of their groans and cries filling the air. The young adult was horrified by the sight of of the mutated civilians. The thralls shambled towards her, their languid movements feeling her with a sense of dread. And she thought horror movies were terrifying! They were downright comedic compared to this! Her fight or flight instincts then kicked in and she bolted.
Bodies piled in the streets, leading other panicking souls to what was probably their doom. 'Calm down. Center yourself and let me take over.' a familiar voice commanded. The young woman slipped into an unblocked alleyway and tried to steady her beating heart. She blocked out all noise, all sight and turned her attention in on herself. Her breathing evened out and her heart slowed. Light enveloped her, changing her into Balance.
The dark haired super gripped her sword tightly. She took a step back out into the streets. These monstrosities would be put in their place. They, and whatever created them, would pay for the lives they intruded upon.
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Pandaemonium
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Post by Aurora Disicio on Oct 7, 2016 12:36:11 GMT -7
For once, Aurora actually made sure to sleep the night before. There were few things that could convince her to actually sleep for several days straight at this point, but a dragon was one of those things. It wasn't worth the risk and she had to be in peak condition in order to properly fight it. Having her brain slowed down by fatigue just wouldn't do. Thus, she was almost pleasantly surprised when the dragon showed up on the first day. They could get that fight out of the way and then she could go back to doing everything else she needed to do without having to worry about it for a week. If it was going to show up, showing up early was the best time. It's not like it showing up later would change anything besides it being annoying.
Aurora was sitting at the edge of the docks when she first saw signs of it. If dragons really were targeting supers, it was unlikely that one would show up in the less populated regions of the docks, thus it was important to stay close to the city. Even if one did show up, it wouldn't do as much damage here simply because there was less to damage. A wave of people screaming trying to get out of downtown as quickly as possible was what alerted her to the dragon's presence. She couldn't see exactly what was going on from here, but it wouldn't be too hard for her to get there. From the what she was hearing from the people fleeing, there was little else it could be anyway. Aurora quickly stood up and shouted as loud as she could. For the past month she's been spreading the news about the dragon to anyone that would listen, and often even to those that wouldn't. By this point she figured everyone in the docks, and probably a lot of people outside of it, knew that the dragon was supposed to come around this time.
"Dragon's here! Move out everyone! If you wuss out I will find you later!"
With that, she jumped off the edge of the building and started making her way to the location. She formed her aurora into something resembling a European dragon that was fading away into dust to hopefully further signal anyone that hadn't heard about it by now. It was big and noticeable enough that she was pretty sure even someone half way across the city would be able to see it.
When she arrived at the site, it took all her effort to keep her composure, and even then she was glad that she hadn't eaten anything this morning or it would have likely been all over the ground (and possibly the people on the ground) by now. Aurora had a weakness for body horror, refused to touch the stuff completely as it had a tendency to give her nightmares for weeks after even at its most mild. This was not mild. As much as she normally preferred to get into the thick of things, she decided she was just going to stay over on this shorter building for now. She would be able to fight just as well from here. The real question that would determine whether or not she could fight was if these things were still alive or not. It was clear they were alive in some sense, but if they lacked that human 'soul' anymore then they might as well be dead. It was impossible to tell from here, which made her hesitant to cover the whole area in concrete.
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The Keepers
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Post by HaLOS on Oct 7, 2016 12:48:24 GMT -7
HaLOS knew the dragon attack is coming, thus it was the reason why it spend some time working in its workshop to update its system in order to deal with the fight efficiently. As soon as the day comes and the warning alarm was sounded, HaLOS get its newly upgraded form ready for a fight. Seeing how this type of dragon can control other people, HaLOS need some way to deal with the hoard of mindless thralls that is under its control. Thanks to Azoth’s creation ability, she was able to follow its blue-print direction and was able to create these plasma weapons.
Using the CCTV cameras to asset the situation, HaLOS can see how the whole situation is happening. Those who were under the dragon’s control are corralling the unaffected from one building to another. None of them are attacking recklessly like the last dragon that it faced from before. This tactic is quite strange and suspicious to say the least, considering how the last dragon managed to set an ambush.
With all the data that the Keeper got, the information it managed to get by helping Azoth on her latest mission, and considering all the possibility, HaLOS created an estimate of what strategy the dragon might be using for this phase. The one tactic with the highest possibility in its calculation is quite alarming. HaLOS then hacked into the other Keeper’s communication, including the member of the new factions and any other supers that use communication device as well, in order to share its theory. Either they take that to account or ignore it, it doesn’t matter as long as it got this message out.
“Warning to those who are listening: there’s a very high chance that this dragon creature is trying to lure in more civilians to this place call Shiro Tower, where there is a bunker that suppose to protect the unpowered from any dragon attack. Calculating there’ll be 85% chance that the dragon will be using that tower to be the place where it will make more of those thralls. Unless you all want to fight an endless hoard of these thralls, I suggest you stop those civilians from heading toward Shiro Tower immediately.”
With the message transmitted, HaLOS activated its robotic form and turned on the jet engine on its back. It then flew toward the downtown area with a speed close to a fighter aircraft in order to get to the scene and deal with the mess that the dragon is making. Fully armed with the four plasma swords and enough weapons and ammo that would put the US Army to shame, HaLOS is now ready to deal with this dragon.
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Post by Unhallow on Oct 7, 2016 13:34:46 GMT -7
Unhallow was sleeping soundly in the bunker behind her house. They were up late the night before closely following the movements of another super all night on Sin Eater's request. They didn't know much about him beyond the one encounter they had, but his teleporting made him really annoying to follow. They were out for most of the night because of it, and thus were sleeping in today. With the amount of people that tended to drop in on them for no reason at any given moment, they had gotten used to sleeping in costume. It took a little while to get used to the helmet, but once they adjusted the padding a little it actually served as a nice pillow, since they didn't have one to go with the beat up old mattress they were sleeping on.
Someone dropped in again, and they were rudely awoken to the sound of a blowhorn courtesy of Sin Eater. Unhallow quickly sat up and screamed like they just had a heart attack. Their eyes wide behind their helmet, they breathed heavily for a moment before they got their bearings. The fact that so many people were here could only mean one thing, the dragon came early. Well, on time, but early in the given range. Unhallow practically jumped to their feet and was ready to go almost immediately. Granted, they did wish they had time to go to the bathroom first.
This dragon was even more disturbing than the last one, and they hadn't even seen it yet. They expected a weird, mutant creature to be easier to find, but there were so many mutant creatures and none of them were really big like Cetus was. What did this one look like? How far away was it? They couldn't tell. Still, they felt a bit happy about this situation. Their power would be really good against big groups like this right? Unhallow was capable of hitting all of them at once and might even be able to destroy the spores! At the very least, they could see the spores and warn anyone about any danger coming. That was more than a lot of people could do right?
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The Keepers
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Post by Arcanum on Oct 7, 2016 14:09:34 GMT -7
This was weird. For once, Arcanum was surprisingly optimistic about their chances of success. Sure, this Resident Evil not-zombie invasion might as well be the personification of nightmare fuel, but she stayed up all night anyway and never needed a good night's sleep to function. Besides, thanks to the space whale, she had very little left to lose. The amount of ways to actually damage her had been reduced since then. Even if the entire town was destroyed, this dragon could not hurt Arcanum like the last one did.
Plus, an army of creepy monsters was significantly easier to deal with. Overwhelming a large number of weak enemies was one of her specialties. Arcanum could probably deal with one of these minions herself, and she had a lot of other selves. Before she had what, six copies to micromanage her way to victory. This time she had seventy-seven followers who were smart enough to handle things on their own. She finally had an excuse to use all of them and claim her rightful place as The World.
Before the disaster started, the Major and Minor Arcana were divided up into five mostly autonomous units. Chariot and Strength would lead the Sword girls into battle, intending to clear out as many of the infected as possible. Hermit and Magician were in charge of the Wands, providing long range support. Fortune and Empress had the task of guiding the Coins as they focused on assisting any nearby supers. Sun and Moon commanded the fourth group, the Cups, whose objective changed at the last moment. Arcanum did not fully understand what HAL was talking about with his warning about Shiro Tower, but she figured there would be monsters to kill anyway so she made sure one of the groups headed over there.
Anyone left over was to wait in reserve, in case something major happened to one of the others. Arcanum herself was a good distance behind the scenes, watching the battle through the others' eyes. Above all, she wanted to make sure the actually important part of her survived, but hiding out here did provide a tactical advantage. On the off chance the infection could somehow take control of one of her units, she had plenty of time to move away and (hopefully) destroy the abomination before anyone was hurt.
As long as everything went according to plan, there would be nothing to worry about. Of course, life always found a way to make things miserable at the worst moments. . .
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Pandaemonium
Let me show you all what TRUE magic is!
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Post by Giza Kadabra on Oct 7, 2016 14:10:11 GMT -7
Giza has heard about the possible dragon attack from Aurora, but he didn’t expect it to be like this. When he rushed alongside with Aurora to the downtown area, the scene before him almost makes him vomit out of his mask. The sight was like one of those old horror movie, and the grotesque of the thralls move beyond from the image of a typical zombie. Even still, seeing them up close like this is worst than seeing it through a TV screen.
“Good mother of God,” he said, “what kind of horrid monstrosity would turn normal people into this?”
He couldn’t even fathom the image of the last dragon out of his head, along with its ear-piercing screech that make his head hurt all over. That thing was a humongous beast, so this dragon should also be about the same size, if not smaller. But if that last dragon’s look was terrifying, he couldn’t even imagine what this one will looks like if it can do something like this. From up here, he can’t really see the dragon among the chaos.
“So Miss Aurora, what’s the plan? Should we mow down those thralls like weed, or should we look for the origin of the affect zone and hope we can find the dragon?”
Seeing how these thralls looked like and how they’re all seems to be under the dragon’s control, he can make a guess how so much people got affected by this. He didn’t spent some of his time playing video game or watching horror movies for nothing. Such a thing that would allow it to spread like this is something that would be airborne. A viral pathogen perhaps? Either that or it spread by bite, similar to most of the zombie movies.
“Miss Aurora, it might be wise to find something to cover our nose before we go down there. And we also might want to make sure we won’t get bit by those things.”
To make sure the other Pandaemonium members know about this, he pulled a megaphone out of his sleeve and began to spread the word to any supers that are close to where they are. Since they’re up on the roof of the building, he hope that the message would get to everyone down there, civilians included.
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Unaligned
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Post by RPG on Oct 7, 2016 16:29:53 GMT -7
"AGH! I mean, agh." RPG civilian version was in the middle of buying his groceries, when everyone around him started turning into zombies, parasites, and Heartless. Oh my.
Now what was he to do, oh this poor soul? Why, activate his power of course. The all-too familiar glow of the miniature dawn bathed him.
Current Power: Omnicompetence
All of a sudden, RPG just knew what to do. He just did. He was given no explanation; he just knew to grab a spare paper bag, his handy suit, and some really cool shades to go over his mask. Money was also smoothly inserted into the cash register with exact change. Effectively, he was holding his breath and dashed out of the building. He was temporarily safe. Temporarily, as in about five seconds of safety.
Outside was arguably worse, with all the mishmashes and fusions. Stuck in the middle of an apocalypse. The groceries in his arms were coming along for a bumpy ride. Navigating through the horde should be a situation he could handle. Probably. While he had omnicompetence, he likely would be incompetent at using omnicompetence. At the very least, he was competent enough to know that.
Nevertheless, The Omnicompetent RPG had a certain ring to it.
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Post by Sanduleak on Oct 7, 2016 17:50:59 GMT -7
Sanduleak had been rapidly drumming his fingers against his leg while he waited atop his usual Horde rooftop, it was the beginning of potential dragon time and like hell he was going to be unprepared for it. Though he didn't know where it'd strike the odds of it's presence becoming known or a super finding him were extremely high. The sound of a motorcycle racing by and the yell of 'DUKES!" as he was swiftly snatched onto it was his first sign that the dragon had come or he was robbing another candy store.
"LIMEN THANKS FOR THE RIDE BUT THE ROOF-ah fuck it."
He realized long ago using rational thoughts on the archer was pointless and quickly swung himself to hang off the side as he flashed a light bridge into existence so they weren't sent falling at 90 miles per hour. They could say what they want bout her, but she could make things quite interesting. It didn't stop him from yelling though as he had to continually morph and create the bridge for the extra passengers weight that were getting on board. The string of curses and complaints were quickly ended though by the sight of the dragon's effect. The last one they could see and could sort of surround and contain...this thing was a plague. At the very least he could his breathing quicken ever so slightly and eyes widen as they absorbed more and more light, he was going to need all that he could get it.
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Post by Toko on Oct 7, 2016 18:01:30 GMT -7
Toko took a step out of his current hide out in preparation for his client's lover to give him transportation, the second dragon had reared it's head and it came as no surprise that Azoth requested his help. He had already prepared himself biologically to counter any effects such as the gas the last one had and when he took a sniff outside he was immediately grateful. It appeared there was a high concentration of something foul in the air and it would most likely cause problems for the unaware or unprepared. His thoughts were interupted by a sudden portal that was to be his chauffeur which he gladly accepted while placing a familiar Azoth made earpiece in.
"Thank you."
Short sweet and simple as Toko said the words before exiting and checking his brief case, last time he had kept a distance but in this crowd it appeared he'd either be scouting the abomination or thinning the ranks. What a filthy thing...and waste of humans.
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