hey JD, it's nice to see you. Sorry I've been gone so long everyone. I've had part of that post typed up for a few weeks, but I've not had the chance to finish it.
Who else is still hanging around?
Who else is still hanging around?
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I do enjoy a good story! Even more so if it's intriguing enough to suck me right into it, as though I were there alongside the characters.
I live in reality so I do not enjoy writing about it.
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See you soon
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Natasha
A few moments before Wolfe had walked in the red head was fighting the urge to pull Tristian over his desk by his collar, unsure exactly what he was implying. The last Message received from Hank did not make any sense. He of all people would have known that she was on vacation but yet his message implied they had no knowledge of her where-about. Yet it was the MOON operatives that had broken communication with her, not the other way around. She had been proudly boasting at how lovely the island she was visiting was and how cheap the booze was. She deflated a bit once Wolfe came into the room for reasons that she could not figure out at that moment, but Trident and Moon business was still a separate matter even though they were all curious about the Rift incident. She sat back in her chair as Tristian invited the marine to explain his own situation once again wither out leaving her out of the conversation. She knew that MOON had investigated the event he was speaking of, but she had been assigned elsewhere at the time and had only skimmed through the information she waited for him to finished then offered a few thoughts, completely unphased at him thinking he had visited hell. Things of that nature were commonplace for MOON Intelligence.
“I don’t know Wolfe. These people you’re describing, they were using crystals and chants. That’s more like heaven and hell and summoning shit. We seem to be dealing more on the lines of blood magic and Necromancy. They are two different fields of expertise if you would. The spook you met though! Chances are he might have been a recruiter for Trident or one of their branches I doubt it had anything to do with the government because they have a ton of red tape to go through when it comes to recruiting and the likes. TRIDENT on the other hand, well, it’s less of a challenge to reach out to people when an organization technically doesn’t exist.” She passed a glance to Tristan then back to the marine, still wondering exactly why he had been summoned to the office. The words of the reanimated corpse still echoing in the back of her mind.
Dayna
The poor ball of energy was at a loss trapped in the mobile command center of trident. All the forces of the ocean there, yet still out of reach for her. She would need lots of time interacting with each element in order to grasp at their differences here on earth and how it was going now, they were so isolated from them it was a rather futile attempt reaching out for them. The recirculated air that was present in the submarines was nothing compared tot he raw energy of air unbound that was topside. She had wandered through the kitchen of the mess hall earlier and even down there, it was hard to find an open flame, everything was so technologically advanced within the submerged fortress and they had strange methods of preparing their food stuffs. In actual fact, the only thing that kitchen had reminded Dayna of was feeding. It had been a long time since the Sprite had fed now that she recalled and once she got to remembering that she felt the effects immediately. She needed to feed. Unfortunately most everything she had come across thus far within the Trident headquarters was already dead and cooked so the energies which she needed in order to feed had long since extinguished. There would be traces of energies within the cooked food stuffs, but hardly enough to replenish the sprites supply of potent energy. They would have to go topside soon where she could find life and feed, but if it came down to it, her need to survive would take over and there was indeed plenty of life within trident's command center to replenish her, but, as much as she hated to admit it, all the people she had met so far since the RIFT had grown on her and she had come to appreciate them all to some extent.
Dayna did not think they would be all that willing to allow her to siphon some of their energy so she could replenish hers so for now, she would wait, and resit the urge to feed on any of the people that were locked in the Headquarters with her. Due to the nature of Twain's foul magics the Sprite was sure he would understand her needs, but just the thought of his necrotic energy, made her very core shutter, as potent as it had been when it had passed through her earlier, she did not like the feel of it and was not entirely sure of the side effects it would have on her should she ever absorb a large quantity of it.
A few moments before Wolfe had walked in the red head was fighting the urge to pull Tristian over his desk by his collar, unsure exactly what he was implying. The last Message received from Hank did not make any sense. He of all people would have known that she was on vacation but yet his message implied they had no knowledge of her where-about. Yet it was the MOON operatives that had broken communication with her, not the other way around. She had been proudly boasting at how lovely the island she was visiting was and how cheap the booze was. She deflated a bit once Wolfe came into the room for reasons that she could not figure out at that moment, but Trident and Moon business was still a separate matter even though they were all curious about the Rift incident. She sat back in her chair as Tristian invited the marine to explain his own situation once again wither out leaving her out of the conversation. She knew that MOON had investigated the event he was speaking of, but she had been assigned elsewhere at the time and had only skimmed through the information she waited for him to finished then offered a few thoughts, completely unphased at him thinking he had visited hell. Things of that nature were commonplace for MOON Intelligence.
“I don’t know Wolfe. These people you’re describing, they were using crystals and chants. That’s more like heaven and hell and summoning shit. We seem to be dealing more on the lines of blood magic and Necromancy. They are two different fields of expertise if you would. The spook you met though! Chances are he might have been a recruiter for Trident or one of their branches I doubt it had anything to do with the government because they have a ton of red tape to go through when it comes to recruiting and the likes. TRIDENT on the other hand, well, it’s less of a challenge to reach out to people when an organization technically doesn’t exist.” She passed a glance to Tristan then back to the marine, still wondering exactly why he had been summoned to the office. The words of the reanimated corpse still echoing in the back of her mind.
Dayna
The poor ball of energy was at a loss trapped in the mobile command center of trident. All the forces of the ocean there, yet still out of reach for her. She would need lots of time interacting with each element in order to grasp at their differences here on earth and how it was going now, they were so isolated from them it was a rather futile attempt reaching out for them. The recirculated air that was present in the submarines was nothing compared tot he raw energy of air unbound that was topside. She had wandered through the kitchen of the mess hall earlier and even down there, it was hard to find an open flame, everything was so technologically advanced within the submerged fortress and they had strange methods of preparing their food stuffs. In actual fact, the only thing that kitchen had reminded Dayna of was feeding. It had been a long time since the Sprite had fed now that she recalled and once she got to remembering that she felt the effects immediately. She needed to feed. Unfortunately most everything she had come across thus far within the Trident headquarters was already dead and cooked so the energies which she needed in order to feed had long since extinguished. There would be traces of energies within the cooked food stuffs, but hardly enough to replenish the sprites supply of potent energy. They would have to go topside soon where she could find life and feed, but if it came down to it, her need to survive would take over and there was indeed plenty of life within trident's command center to replenish her, but, as much as she hated to admit it, all the people she had met so far since the RIFT had grown on her and she had come to appreciate them all to some extent.
Dayna did not think they would be all that willing to allow her to siphon some of their energy so she could replenish hers so for now, she would wait, and resit the urge to feed on any of the people that were locked in the Headquarters with her. Due to the nature of Twain's foul magics the Sprite was sure he would understand her needs, but just the thought of his necrotic energy, made her very core shutter, as potent as it had been when it had passed through her earlier, she did not like the feel of it and was not entirely sure of the side effects it would have on her should she ever absorb a large quantity of it.
I'll be working on a post over the weekend!
drive.google.com/file/d/0B8q95QGoOPKeZ..
not sure how to actually put the direct image here my photo bucket is acting stupid so I cant get a legit img link for this img. any suggestions?
in any case it's my entry :oP
not sure how to actually put the direct image here my photo bucket is acting stupid so I cant get a legit img link for this img. any suggestions?
in any case it's my entry :oP
Dimitri:
He glanced over at Twain, barely containing the laughter that was building up within him at the sight of Charles after his few gulps. As funny as it all was, the monk was truly impressed that Twain and Charles had both managed to stay awake.
"I must admit, I half expected you two to flop out onto your asses after such long drinks, so I applaud you both for your efforts! But I recommending waiting a while before you get to drawing pretties Charles!"
He brought his hands together several times in mock applause, then looked back at Twain with a grin
"How much do you reckon I could sell this fine creation to the people of Earth? It would have to be vastly diluted mind you or else the whole world might fall into chaos and burn itself to the ground! Some of the finest brewers of Temperance would charge no less than sixty to eighty gold talons for their finer brews... But all the ones that I have sampled taste like shit" he finished with a laugh.
Dayna scoffed rudely at the three men, not at all impressed with how easily the monk's poison had led them off topic. She was none the less impressed at his magic though an how easily he had executed it, even in his current state which seemed to be quite a normal state for the jovial monk. She floated around the desk and behind Twain to observe the book and how all the symbols materialized and crept over the once blank pages at his command. This was also impressive to the elemental sprite but she was confused as to how Twain could apply what was written in the book into his magic. Back home there were no runes or symbols to learn. She simply willed the elements to respond and so they did which enabled her to manipulate them however she desired. The closer she got to Twain, the more sensitive she became to the power that was coursing through him. she spun around to face him and narrowed her eyes "Why Am I so sensitive to the energy that courses through you Mr. Twain? The closer I get to you, the more attracted I feel your power. I don't like it...Silence it right now! before I unintentionally start to syphon it from you! I'm not sure how I'd react to such a strange power should too much of it bleed off of you into me. You're like a strange power source that I can use to recharge with right now and I'm not sure how wise that is at this moment!"
A few sparks of green and violet sparked through her form. Once Dayna realized the reaction, she quickly backed away from the necromancer and slammed into Dimitri's chest which caused him to grunt a little bit as another spark shot through him on contact like static. It was more surprising than painful and Dimitri chuckled as he moved to the side of Dayna to break contact. He wisely remained silent as Dayna recovered and became stable once more then glared at Twain.
"You! You feel like what those like me describe Deseroh's energy feeling like. At least those that maintain some shred of sanity after exposure anyway..." she trailed off into silence then slowly backed out of the room. "I'm going to find Natasha now!" she called from the hallway.
Dimitri looked at Twain and then Charles with a shrug "I wonder what that was all about. this whole thing keeps getting stranger!" he raised the flask and toasted to that thought.
"Now, Shall we fetch a stretcher for Charles and get someone to tuck him in to bed?"
He glanced over at Twain, barely containing the laughter that was building up within him at the sight of Charles after his few gulps. As funny as it all was, the monk was truly impressed that Twain and Charles had both managed to stay awake.
"I must admit, I half expected you two to flop out onto your asses after such long drinks, so I applaud you both for your efforts! But I recommending waiting a while before you get to drawing pretties Charles!"
He brought his hands together several times in mock applause, then looked back at Twain with a grin
"How much do you reckon I could sell this fine creation to the people of Earth? It would have to be vastly diluted mind you or else the whole world might fall into chaos and burn itself to the ground! Some of the finest brewers of Temperance would charge no less than sixty to eighty gold talons for their finer brews... But all the ones that I have sampled taste like shit" he finished with a laugh.
Dayna scoffed rudely at the three men, not at all impressed with how easily the monk's poison had led them off topic. She was none the less impressed at his magic though an how easily he had executed it, even in his current state which seemed to be quite a normal state for the jovial monk. She floated around the desk and behind Twain to observe the book and how all the symbols materialized and crept over the once blank pages at his command. This was also impressive to the elemental sprite but she was confused as to how Twain could apply what was written in the book into his magic. Back home there were no runes or symbols to learn. She simply willed the elements to respond and so they did which enabled her to manipulate them however she desired. The closer she got to Twain, the more sensitive she became to the power that was coursing through him. she spun around to face him and narrowed her eyes "Why Am I so sensitive to the energy that courses through you Mr. Twain? The closer I get to you, the more attracted I feel your power. I don't like it...Silence it right now! before I unintentionally start to syphon it from you! I'm not sure how I'd react to such a strange power should too much of it bleed off of you into me. You're like a strange power source that I can use to recharge with right now and I'm not sure how wise that is at this moment!"
A few sparks of green and violet sparked through her form. Once Dayna realized the reaction, she quickly backed away from the necromancer and slammed into Dimitri's chest which caused him to grunt a little bit as another spark shot through him on contact like static. It was more surprising than painful and Dimitri chuckled as he moved to the side of Dayna to break contact. He wisely remained silent as Dayna recovered and became stable once more then glared at Twain.
"You! You feel like what those like me describe Deseroh's energy feeling like. At least those that maintain some shred of sanity after exposure anyway..." she trailed off into silence then slowly backed out of the room. "I'm going to find Natasha now!" she called from the hallway.
Dimitri looked at Twain and then Charles with a shrug "I wonder what that was all about. this whole thing keeps getting stranger!" he raised the flask and toasted to that thought.
"Now, Shall we fetch a stretcher for Charles and get someone to tuck him in to bed?"
Yes she's with the boys wondering how being intoxicated could be so fun to them.
And sorry lied. I was planning to get a post up this evening but I'm stuck doing a double shift at work :(
And sorry lied. I was planning to get a post up this evening but I'm stuck doing a double shift at work :(
Dayna's still around the others. I had a long week at work and I don't feel like writing right now so I'll try to get a post out before the weekend is over!
lies! all lies
you can go ahead and post if your fingers tips are twitching. I'm sure Eyeris will throw something up whenever she's ready
do it now!
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