6slyboy6

Planet of Shadows

It seemed like they had walked straight into an ambush. Williams dodged to the side as he evaded a bullet and took cover behind a side panel. The two were going to need to be forceful.

On the same line of thinking, Williams detached a grenade from his belt, which was incidentally his only grenade on him. He pulled the pin and leaned out to roll the greande across the floor. He signaled for Flynn to hide and cover his ears, just in time to avoid getting pelleted with shrapnel from the grenade. His ears ringed as the smoke cleared, but he could still hear the moaning of an unfortunate pilot still alive. Cautiously, with gun pointed at the hallways, Williams walked up to the end of the T junction. The wounded pilot was lying on the right hallway, surrounded by at least 7 other dead pirates across both hallways. That's a new record. He looked down at the pirate next to him who had a good portion of his side blown open by the blast and was bleeding heavily. With the pull of the trigger he put the poor man out of his misery.

"So, what now?" He looked around, unsure which way to go. "I assume you can get some schematics from a panel or something right? That's how they do it in the films. And we'll be hard pressed to explore the ship without a map. Especially if we want to beeline it to the captain and capture him."

Royal Rumble!

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To say that Kath was surprised is a massive understatement. As her eyes spotted Rurik she flinched, stopping her in her tracks. She looked at him dumbfounded before turning her attention towards Christine. For a few seconds it had seemed like her anger vanished without a trace and time had stopped moving. But in truth, it finally opened the floodgates inside her body. There was no holding back her powers, even if it meant the destruction of her attire. Kath sighed as she let stopped struggling and let go the control of her powers, contempt that the fury unleashed will be directed at someone who deserves it.

The blast of heat emerging from her body was easely felt by anyone in the hallway. Her clothes rippled as the air moved them and her skirt flipped as the heatwave ran along the entire length of the hallway. There was no stopping Kath now, not when her anger has so conveniently received a target. Her eyes shimmered and the air around her began to blur. She smiled wrily at Rurik.

If anyone knew Kath, they were aware of the fact that she didn't like her sister's boyfriend. At all. It wasn't poor Rurik's fault: Kath was simply opposed to the idea that her sweet and adorable little sister would be brutely ripped from her hands by some guy who thinks they've hit the jackpot. The two Abigail's already spend little time together and they are the only family around, so her sister having a boyfriend was a no-go. Her efforts at doscouraging men from flirting with her sister have been a success so far, apart from the blasted Rurik. Some men just aren't afraid of death threats attached to a high tier girl who just so happens to professionally train martial arts.

Kath didn't mind however. Rurik was the perfect piece of flesh to unleash her fury on. "Rurik, my dear, you simply have no idea how happy I am to see you." Kath shook her arms and legs and cracked her fingers one-by-one. She looked towards her and accompanied a simple wave with a smile. "Hey sis, how's your day? Hope you don't mind me taking your boyfriend hostage for a minute." The hostage part she was very serious about. Kath turned her burning gaze back onto Rurik, her entire body shifting into the most optimal position for ass whopping. "Let's dance Rurik. I've learnt some new tricks since we last met that I'm eager to demonstrate on you."

That's when a portal appeared above Christine, and a boy came falling through it. Thobias.

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After a long and well spent day of avoiding school, Thobias took a sip from his can of beer as he examined the suburbs below him. Cold wind blew over him and he shuddered inside his leather jacket. It was time to switch to warmer gear soon, but he tried to enjoy the freedom of movement granted by light clothing for as much as possible. He took another sip from the beer can emptying it, and then sent the empty can tumbling down the rooftop. He followed it with his eyes until it fell into the drain pipe and was captured by a mass of fallen autumn leaves. He stood up and began walknig down the spine of teh roof with his hands in his pocket.

But something didn't quite feel right. As if he had somewhere to be. It couldn't be school could it? He never felt guilty for leaving that damned place. So what was it? Hmmmmmm. He snapped his fingers as the realization struck him. But of course, the plan of the student council. Messing with those fools at Laurel's was always so much fun. No wonder he remembered it. Usually school related thoughts escape his mind as soon as they enter it. He looked around once again, taking in the peaceful stilness of the suburbs on this autumn day. He took a deep breath from the cold air and then released a puff of white water vapour from his nose. It was time to go.

Thankfully, he knew the place he was going to. It would've been a real pain in the ass to go all they way to that run down apartment. He closed his eyes and pictured the layout of the building in front of himself. He remembered that their meetings were held somewhere on the second floor. Hmm, maybe here? His hands crackled with energy as a rift began to form in front of him. He wanted to make sure that he remembered the exact position of the rift before fully opening it. After a few seconds he was pretty sure that he wouldn't open a portal into the wall and have the building come down onto him and he opened both his eyes and the portal.

"Let's gooooooo!" He shouted to no one in particular as he ran through the portal.

Even thought the rift transported the people instantly, Thobias elongated the shout for the effect. He was faced with the immediate realization that the portal was oriented on a different plane. The last few o of his shout were that of realization. He immidiately rolled as he landed, ending up flat on his black in front of a young girl. One who seemed to lack any skirt or pants. She knew only one girl with such intricate fashion. "Oooh, black. The color of your sister's soul Christine." He pushed himself up and dusted his jacket, only to be frozen amidst his movement when he felt bruning heat eminating from behind him. Huh, weird, he thought Christine was attuned to cold. Come to think of it, nobody he knew eminated that much heat. Apart from one person. As he truned around slowly he crossed his fingers. Be a puppy, be a puppy Needles to say, it wasn't a puppy. He frowned as his eyes spotted the clearly angry Katherine almost on fire and Rurik standing some feet away from him. "You know, I can come back later if you want some alone time..." There was one word repeating in his head: Shit.

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@Hammerman@KillamriX88@Bartimaeus@Dezuel@Crowvette@Inertia

Royal Rumble!

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Katherine observed Vittorio's projection silently as the group gathered up behind her. Thought she had hoped samoth would speak up, he went far out of his way to threaten the ghost. And thought it infuriated her that Samoth talked in such a fashion with Vittorio, what bothered her most was the fact that her schoolmates thought that she could be so easely convinced to join sides with Mephisto. She stood silently as Vittorio finished his speech, observing silently as his form fled through the ceiling.

"Tsk." Kath angrily turned his head away from the spot where Vittori was a moment ago. She looked back at the group and gave them a furius glance before trodding down the hallway, her heavy steps echoing loudly on the aging wood. This time she knew what to expect in the room. Only miserable imps and ghosts. In all honesty, she didn't want to fight or even bother with any of them. The fact that Vittorio left without disclosing any useful information only made her more angry than before. The only thing that kept her from gonig absolutely mental was the small voice in her head that warned her about the consequences. Namely, that if she ramped up the heat all the way, she'd burn her clothes. And according to the layout, there are several more floors to explore.

Still, Kath wasn't in her right mind. Similarly to Rooom 201, she kicked in the door and sent it flying across the room. The sound of the impact echoed through the hallway, this time without the accompanying voices of dying Imps. Whether they were in other parts of the room or they weren't inside at all didn't bother Kath. She just wanted to kick something right now. But the lack of imp cries and the prospect of real opponents left her unstatisifed. She turned her head back to the group, signallingwith her hand to check out the room. "I'll go on ahead. Don't wait for me." With that she began pacing to towards the end of the hallway, leaving behind a creaking echo on the wooden floor. In a matter fo seconds she was only a few steps away from the corner where unknown to her, Christine and Rurik were blocked by an ice wall.

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@Dezuel@Bartimaeus@Crowvette@Inertia@Hammerman@KillamriX88

Royal Rumble!

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There was nothing of interest in the room. Not unless broken and decrepit furniture was your definition of interesting. Kath turned her attention back to the hallway, just in time to see a ghost come down the hallway. This one looked somewhat different to the other ones that she had seen so far. Stronger. Finally, something to punch. She thought to herself as she readied herself to throw some punches.

But alas, it was nothing more than a ruse. As the projection of Vittorio floated towards them, it's echoes forming a sad lullaby that reverbearated down the lenght of the hallway. Kath lowered her guard, but stayed focus in case he tried to do anything. She anxiously tapped his shoes against floor until the projection arrived in front of her. It spoke up in a ghastly voice, babbling on about losing his vessel or something. She never truly understood him. But when the projection snapper it's fingers and Charlotte's image appeared behind him, Kath felt a stinging pain embroil her heart.

"You still have a family. Katherine. Why don't you join her? You are both still alive after all. Not all have that luxury."

The reply was quick, personal and expressive. As long as you consider spitting on the floor expressive. "Get out of my way Vittorio. I've no quarrels with you, but this might change." She took a painful glance at the image of Charlotte. So spittingly perfect, it aches the heart to look at the image of a dead friend. But heat inside rages on, quelling the feelings beside anger. For once, Kath was thankful that she had lost control. She shook her head and pointed her finger at the projection. "If by family you mean Christine, then I'm sure she's out somewhere with that boyfriend of hers." Kath made the word boyfriend sounds as snide as possible. She took a step closer to Vittorio's ghost, gazing straight into his eyes. "I have no time for games. Alto isn't here, and I'm not in the mood for talks. Tell me what you want and the begone." She glanced over at Charlotte's ghost before pointing her finger at Samoth. "Else, Sammy here will enjoy slicing your ghost to pieces."

Royal Rumble!

@Gentlemanvaultboy Awesome work on getting the pics! A+ plus for effort my dude :D. Here are my favourites:

-Mephisto has to be the pickpocket dood. There is just MEPHISTO shouting from that picture.

-For Alto, your personal favourite is probably the best, but none of the pictures really strikes me as much as it did with Mephisto.

-Since I know nuffin about King, I'll go purely by looks: first picture.

-God of Death Clara all the way and back. Diggin that style and the demon.

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Katherine was ready to strike at the beast, her hands tightened into a firm fist that was ready to smite the demonic beats with a fell swoop. But then out of nowhere, Cassius spiralled out of control in a chain of erratic movements and blasted the tiger to kingdom come with a powerful blast. There was a hugle plume of smoke erupting from the blast zone, obscuring vision. She waved the smoke away with her hand and focused to try and see the result.

Once the smoke cleared, it was clear that the Tiger didn't stand a chance. The others seemed to be genuenly impressed by Cass's move. Kath wasn't one of them. She wanted that glory kill on the tiger. Fighting imps all day was rather boring, and now her firebuddy stole the only kill that was worth her time. She lowered her hands and took up a more relaxed posture as she strolled up to the stairs. There was a lot of internal pressure mounting up in her, and she tried to remain calm by avoiding contact with the others. It wasn't that hard in her fighting form to resist making puns, but it took considerably more effort not to punch Cassius in the face.

Ultimately, her plans of quick transformation failed. She was angry and aching for a fight where she could finally punch something into minced meat. Even if she tried, she couldn't be able to calm down and transform back, she was beyond controlling her powers. The previously ambient embers lit up in a blaze of inferno inside her, and she could feel that the heat released from her body was enough to heat the air around her and make her hair and clothes move from the air flow. If things kept up like this she'll soon combust, and that was something she wanted to avoid.

Kath walked up behind Cassius and watched with disgust as Cassius took up a protective stance in front of the group. As much as she liked her firebuddy, her mind went blank. Whether the cause was back when the tiger died, or the posture that Cassius now took up, Kath finally reached the breaking point where her powers became the controller of her body, and not her mind. And the power was aching to hurt someone.

The obvious enemy was right there in front of her. Cassius's back was facing her, giving her the perfect oppurtinity to strike. The fire erupted in her eyes, and she took confident step forwards and approached Cassius from the back. Her mind filled up with gruesome images of painful strikes as her rampant emotions began plotting the demise of her firebuddy. The she readied her arm for the strike. It was a strange feeling, knowing exactly what your body is doing, watching it as if you were in control, but it wasn't you who was moving. She let out a mental cry for help as she struggled against the force of her emotions. She wrestled control for a second and turned the punch inti something less harmful.

Kath grabbed Cassius's shoulder and forcefully pushed him sideways. "Outta the way pipsqueak." This was about as far from Kath's usual self as it could possibly be. Not only was she usually calm and collected in her fighting form, but she'd never truly insult her firebuddy. She brushed past Cass and approached the door labeled 201. She took an amused look at the doorknob before kicking the door with such force, that the hinges keeping it in palce raptured and the part of the doorframe where they were atatched was sent flying through the room, along with the door. The screams of the 3 unfortunate imps, who were standing behind the door at the moment Kath kicked it in, died out instantly when tehy hit the opposite wall and the door pinned them to the wall with gruesom lethality. A stray ghost watched in horror as the earthly remains of the imps were splattered over the wall, and it decided that messing with Kath wasn't the best idea, even if it was incorporeal. It flew up through the roof, and disappeared into the room above. "Weaklings." Kath muttered to herself as she leaned through the devastated doorframe to check the room for anything interesting.

Planet of Shadows

@Flynn I hope you get well soon :D

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Williams turns towards the gilr but then turns away. He had nothing to say to her that would improve the situation. He shouldered his gun, aiming down the hallway. A couple of dead pirates littered the hallway leading to the docking port. Poor fellows didn't stand a chance against the toxin. He stepped over the dead body of the pirate who slumped in as the door opened, and took the lead.

There was no resistance. The pirates with basic rebreathers all died, and their friends with better gear were either afraid of the being outnumbered, or by accidentally inhaling toxin. They were wise not to put down their boots on teh floor of the Argo. This was their ship and they wouldn't let it go without a fight. By the time they reached the docking port, Williams counted 8 dead pirates. That means that they have eliminated a whole squad. If they had any luck, the pirates only sent these guys.

The docking tube connecting the two ships was extremely narrow, but the solid steel walls didn't seem to budge. And after repeated attempts, Williams could confirm that neither did the airlocks on the pirate's ship. The thought of shooting some AP shells at their doors ran through his mind, but he turned to Flynn instead. There was no use in trashing a ship that could be their way out of this mess. "You're the tech guy here, so open up those doors or this plan will have died in the crib."

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@Flynn I am so dum for forgetting that you replied XD

I'll get you an answer tomorrow buddy, don't want to hold up the story :P

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After about seven canisters of the toxic gas, William moved his arms to get the next one but they only grasped air. He looked over at the side, and saw that the crate was empty. Coincidentally, his HUD was telling him to get away from the dangerous envireoment, which wasn't exactly a helpful tip given their circumstances. Now, what did Flynn want him to do? The girl, thats right, Flynn snapped his fingers as he straightened his back and picked up his rifle that was leaning on the empty crate.

Once out from the room, he saw the orange lights flashing all over the ship again, indicating proximity alert. He had no doubt that these were the pirates, and he didn't want to be here when they busted into the ship. He ran down the corridor and dashed into the girl's bedroom, for what he felt like was a comically large number for today. He was half-expecting the girl to be awake, knowing his own luck, but surprisingly she was sleeping like a bear. William sighed and walked up to her bed. He didn't want to do this but he had no other choice, or time to mess around.

He quickly reached under the girl's knees and arms and lifted her up without hesitation, already turning around as he did. The girl woke up from the sudden momentum and looked around confused, her eyes settling on Williams. Before she could speak up, Williams quickly turned on his speakers. "Shhhh, don't worry darling, I'm the merc who got you off the planet." Williams ran out the door, and headed for the cockpit. "There's a lot going on right now, but I advise against taking off the rebreather anytime soon."

There wasn't much space ebtween the bedroom and the cockpit, and as Williams ran in he saw Flynn slam on the lockdown. THe doors slammed down behind him, and the sound of the sirens died down. "Precious cargo incoming." Williams sat the confused girl down into his chair, and then he walked up to Flynn, checking the mag of his weapon. "So, what's next? I hope your brought enough rebreathers and grenades because there has to be an entire army on the other ship."