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”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?” He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.
The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.
They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.
Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.
”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”
He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.
“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”
The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.
”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”
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Nocturnal Memoirs (2024)
"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
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Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute
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Yeah, that works. I edited my post so Yahtzee doesn't make it all the way out. :)
"Sayonara Chill Brain!"
Cora watched with an exasperated stare as Sig disappeared into the earth. "You... Asshole..." What the hell were they suppose to do now? Earth was perfect defense against bullets! Concrete, no less. She felt more ashamed than betrayed. How cowardly he was.
Will's dome of water gave her enough time to concoct a quick offense in her hands. As the turtle stomped down on the pillars, Cora pulled the figurative pin of her pearlescent grenade. She leapt up, shooting it through the curtain of water where it landed on the balcony, immediately exploding into translucent, shimmering urchin shapes that spread out several meters. The ice mercilessly ate up anything in its path, the cries of men drowned out by the splinters of wood and ice.
Cora didn't spare it a second glance, watching as Yahtzee created their cover. It was almost frightening, being so close. His flames made breathing unbearable, and as the steam rushed out, it burned her skin. She was far too close. Holy shit, that's hot! Cora ducked back, almost falling into the hard-light Phil created. Her skin glittered furiously in a coating of frost to counter-measure the sudden heat.
The cover was nonetheless effective. "Let's get the hell outta here." Cora briefly grinned, searching the steam for any indication of the way out. However, the cover was as effective to their assailants as it was to them, and Cora found it hard to see even her teammates.
"I need help!" A clear, distinctive voice cried out behind her, a little closer to the floor. "Yahtzee?" Cora wheeled around, creeping forward a few steps in the thick cloud. It wouldn't do to accidentally trod on anyone, not when their next moments were critical.
A bit of steam blew to the side, revealing the young Hygron half-collapsed. The steam stunt must have drained him if he couldn't move. Cora fell to his side, quickly draping one of his arms around her shoulders. The steam was beginning to thin, and more men seemed to be raiding to the cause of catching them. She could hear orders being shouted. The Elementals had maybe 45 seconds before they would strike again. Well, give or take.
How can I possibly get us all out of here? The chocolate-haired girl glanced about desperately, feeling their options slipping away with every second.
Salamander circled her feet, flicking his tongue in annoyance. Oh, of course! Why hadn't she thought of it sooner? "Yahtzee, brace yourself."
She stood with a grunt, bringing him up with her. Her tattered shoe tapped the concrete, and a great flurry of ice threaded together along the warehouse floor. It streatched and heaved up, smashing a hole in the wall. The ice broke out, slithering on the ground. Its tip remained fixated under Cora's shoe, and she proudly beheld their speed strip getaway. The ice flowed and churned like water, folding under itself in constant cycling so there was always a forward flow along the topside.
"It's called the Dragon's Tongue. Hop on." Cora grinned, literally throwing Yahtzee onto the living ice. His landing was made soft as the tongue embraced his weight, quickly carrying him off.
25 seconds... Cora frowned, clearing the air around her with a cold breath. Crates and figures in the steam became clearer, and Cora tossed some supplies onto the tongue. She had no idea if the professionals had breached the steam, searching for them in the zero-vision cover. Still, she had to call out.
"The exit's this way! We gotta go. Now!" She yelled to all parties. So, it wasn't surprising when a metal canister rolled to her feet. She barely scrambled back before the flash bang exploded in an onslaught of sight and sound. Cora took the full brunt of it, unprepared for a weapon so uncommon. She wearily pulled her head off the warehouse floor, a terrible ringing in her ears. She was temporally deaf, her vision played double, sometimes triple.
The Dragon's Tongue was no where to be seen, disintegrated from her lack of control. Yahtzee and the supplies only reached so far before the ride stopped. She was dismayed her rescue attempt didn't get him out of the building, just metres short of freedom. Cora furiously shook her head, trying to get back her senses. Figures slowly approached her in the steam, but she had no idea if they were friendly or not. If history was any indicator, these shadows probably weren't.
Cora stiffened, coiling to spring from the ground. Irys, is everyone out yet?
Cora watched with an exasperated stare as Sig disappeared into the earth. "You... Asshole..." What the hell were they suppose to do now? Earth was perfect defense against bullets! Concrete, no less. She felt more ashamed than betrayed. How cowardly he was.
Will's dome of water gave her enough time to concoct a quick offense in her hands. As the turtle stomped down on the pillars, Cora pulled the figurative pin of her pearlescent grenade. She leapt up, shooting it through the curtain of water where it landed on the balcony, immediately exploding into translucent, shimmering urchin shapes that spread out several meters. The ice mercilessly ate up anything in its path, the cries of men drowned out by the splinters of wood and ice.
Cora didn't spare it a second glance, watching as Yahtzee created their cover. It was almost frightening, being so close. His flames made breathing unbearable, and as the steam rushed out, it burned her skin. She was far too close. Holy shit, that's hot! Cora ducked back, almost falling into the hard-light Phil created. Her skin glittered furiously in a coating of frost to counter-measure the sudden heat.
The cover was nonetheless effective. "Let's get the hell outta here." Cora briefly grinned, searching the steam for any indication of the way out. However, the cover was as effective to their assailants as it was to them, and Cora found it hard to see even her teammates.
"I need help!" A clear, distinctive voice cried out behind her, a little closer to the floor. "Yahtzee?" Cora wheeled around, creeping forward a few steps in the thick cloud. It wouldn't do to accidentally trod on anyone, not when their next moments were critical.
A bit of steam blew to the side, revealing the young Hygron half-collapsed. The steam stunt must have drained him if he couldn't move. Cora fell to his side, quickly draping one of his arms around her shoulders. The steam was beginning to thin, and more men seemed to be raiding to the cause of catching them. She could hear orders being shouted. The Elementals had maybe 45 seconds before they would strike again. Well, give or take.
How can I possibly get us all out of here? The chocolate-haired girl glanced about desperately, feeling their options slipping away with every second.
Salamander circled her feet, flicking his tongue in annoyance. Oh, of course! Why hadn't she thought of it sooner? "Yahtzee, brace yourself."
She stood with a grunt, bringing him up with her. Her tattered shoe tapped the concrete, and a great flurry of ice threaded together along the warehouse floor. It streatched and heaved up, smashing a hole in the wall. The ice broke out, slithering on the ground. Its tip remained fixated under Cora's shoe, and she proudly beheld their speed strip getaway. The ice flowed and churned like water, folding under itself in constant cycling so there was always a forward flow along the topside.
"It's called the Dragon's Tongue. Hop on." Cora grinned, literally throwing Yahtzee onto the living ice. His landing was made soft as the tongue embraced his weight, quickly carrying him off.
25 seconds... Cora frowned, clearing the air around her with a cold breath. Crates and figures in the steam became clearer, and Cora tossed some supplies onto the tongue. She had no idea if the professionals had breached the steam, searching for them in the zero-vision cover. Still, she had to call out.
"The exit's this way! We gotta go. Now!" She yelled to all parties. So, it wasn't surprising when a metal canister rolled to her feet. She barely scrambled back before the flash bang exploded in an onslaught of sight and sound. Cora took the full brunt of it, unprepared for a weapon so uncommon. She wearily pulled her head off the warehouse floor, a terrible ringing in her ears. She was temporally deaf, her vision played double, sometimes triple.
The Dragon's Tongue was no where to be seen, disintegrated from her lack of control. Yahtzee and the supplies only reached so far before the ride stopped. She was dismayed her rescue attempt didn't get him out of the building, just metres short of freedom. Cora furiously shook her head, trying to get back her senses. Figures slowly approached her in the steam, but she had no idea if they were friendly or not. If history was any indicator, these shadows probably weren't.
Cora stiffened, coiling to spring from the ground. Irys, is everyone out yet?
Woot, woot! What a beautiful IC to wake up to. :D
I'm working on my post right meow, should be up soon~
I'm working on my post right meow, should be up soon~
Haha, thanks guys. I know the glasses look totally impossible, but it's not so bad if you look at Aislin as a whole. ;)
Ah shit. Monsters lurk in the dark. D:
Ah shit. Monsters lurk in the dark. D:
Just posted!
Don't sweat it, Apokalipse. This post just took me... Hell, a good part of the day to concoct. XD
Don't sweat it, Apokalipse. This post just took me... Hell, a good part of the day to concoct. XD
Unknown Cave
The several glowing monitors in the darkness began acting strangely, distorting their visuals into static as a new signal intercepted Eidyia's satellite. It snapped into focus, revealing a translucent blue Cyrus from the waist up, hands clasped behind his back. His repeated image across the monitors regarded the Operative with a grim eye.
"Eidiya," He began, an image of Laraxis' face popping up beside him. "I approached you once before, five months and 18 days after Obsidian disbanded. I have need of your assistance. Judging from your demeanor I can assume you're not impressed with the target of concern, Laraxis Valco.
"Laraxis is a dangerous criminal with technopathic powers. If his plans succeed, especially with the Operatives under his thumb, we can expect to see the United States descend into a state of chaos within six months. One must fight fire with fire, and this is where I need you."
Cyrus leaned closer, a map with coordinates replacing the image of Laraxis. "If you're ready to be reinstated, come to the United Nations Headquarters on 1st Avenue, New York. I'll arrange to have you cleared to enter, you'll be under federal immunity. Don't delay." He said, turning away from her. The screens shimmered and lost the signal, displaying their original visuals of sensitive data from around the globe.
Laraxis' Facility
The eccentric monk curled his lip at the disposal of unconscious bodies on his doorstep. Some of these Operatives were truly repulsive, Hannibal especially. No art to their sense of killing in the least. It was a waste of talent, how could he work with this? "You," He snapped his fingers impatiently, pointing to one of the men by him. "Remove these goons from my sight, immediately."
Wordlessly, the men Hannibal took in with him were picked up and dragged from the room.
Citrine regarded the lizard-man with an amused expression. "I honestly thought you were dead, Hannibal." He was one being she wouldn't even touch with a 30-foot wood pole. It was times like these she thoroughly enjoyed knowing his movements before he did.
Other Operatives came out of the woodwork, hardly looking any different from when Citrine last saw them two years ago. The cold look of a monster glinted in their eyes, a look time cannot soften, nor pain release. She almost felt nostalgic, being in their company again.
"It's most certainly in action," Alter took a step toward the tea. "Live and operational, the KSP is fully functional with a global range."
"Thanks for the comforting news." Citrine rolled her eyes, accepting her steaming cup from one of Laraxis' workers. She stole a sip, finding an adequate amount of liquor garnishing her tea.
Laraxis licked his lips, glancing at Alter with a seductive smirk. "You sound so dangerous when you say it like that." Out of all the Operatives, he wanted Alter the most. A crowning jewel to his collection!
The ring of an incoming call interrupted conversation. Greatly annoyed, Laraxis snatched his iPhone from within the folds of his robe, bringing it to his ear. "I'm in the middle of something. What?" He snapped.
He listened for several moments, veins pulsing in his forehead. "He... He what?! Where the fuck are the wallets!" A pause. "And where the fuck is he?"
Laraxis chucked his phone to the side moments later, seething. Almost on cue, the child hostess brushed her way past the Operatives to stand by him. She was a dainty thing, dressed in black velvet and only coming up to Laraxis' waist despite the high heels. The ribbons in her curly, platinum hair made her appearance reminiscent to a porcelain doll.
"47," He addressed the child condescendingly. "It would seem our thief is somewhere on the premise, watching the theatre. Be a dear and bring him back here, would you?"
She simply nodded and left, taking the elevator back up to the surface.
"Now then," Laraxis sighed, turning his full attention back to the unique group attending him. The devilish smile returned to his face. "Help yourself to some tea, of course. But with more of you here, allow me to divulge the first step of my oh-so elaborate plan."
Pressing a button on a small remote, Laraxis glanced up at the large monitor behind him. It displayed a curious glass device, almost cylindrical in shape with two rods coming together within its alien design. "An intelligence agency in New York recently recovered the blueprints of a prototype weapon created by the Russians. This device has the potential to create an artificial mini-black hole. I need it, which means I need you, preferably alive..."
Outside Magnet Theater
The sun was exceptionally bright as 47 exited the theatre, though its harsh rays didn't affect her pearlescent rose eyes. She could see perfectly, likely better than any organic being. She systematically scanned the streets and buildings, taking in the genetic make-up of the people blissfully going about their day. Her target, the Operative Rook, peered down at her from the motel across the street. He stood out like a sore thumb, his genes reading incredibly different from the rest she sensed.
She stared back, locking emotionless eyes with him before observing the motel doors. Her speed was surprising for what appeared to be a child as she crossed the street, entering the building to quickly ascend the stairs. The exceptionally unfortunate Rook still hovered by his window, and the child gave him a terse nod.
"Master Valco demands your presence immediately. Do you comply?" She spoke, her voice undoubtably synthesized and non-organic. It was the one key giveaway to her nature. Her appearance was very convincing, incredibly so... but she wasn't human.
The several glowing monitors in the darkness began acting strangely, distorting their visuals into static as a new signal intercepted Eidyia's satellite. It snapped into focus, revealing a translucent blue Cyrus from the waist up, hands clasped behind his back. His repeated image across the monitors regarded the Operative with a grim eye.
"Eidiya," He began, an image of Laraxis' face popping up beside him. "I approached you once before, five months and 18 days after Obsidian disbanded. I have need of your assistance. Judging from your demeanor I can assume you're not impressed with the target of concern, Laraxis Valco.
"Laraxis is a dangerous criminal with technopathic powers. If his plans succeed, especially with the Operatives under his thumb, we can expect to see the United States descend into a state of chaos within six months. One must fight fire with fire, and this is where I need you."
Cyrus leaned closer, a map with coordinates replacing the image of Laraxis. "If you're ready to be reinstated, come to the United Nations Headquarters on 1st Avenue, New York. I'll arrange to have you cleared to enter, you'll be under federal immunity. Don't delay." He said, turning away from her. The screens shimmered and lost the signal, displaying their original visuals of sensitive data from around the globe.
Laraxis' Facility
The eccentric monk curled his lip at the disposal of unconscious bodies on his doorstep. Some of these Operatives were truly repulsive, Hannibal especially. No art to their sense of killing in the least. It was a waste of talent, how could he work with this? "You," He snapped his fingers impatiently, pointing to one of the men by him. "Remove these goons from my sight, immediately."
Wordlessly, the men Hannibal took in with him were picked up and dragged from the room.
Citrine regarded the lizard-man with an amused expression. "I honestly thought you were dead, Hannibal." He was one being she wouldn't even touch with a 30-foot wood pole. It was times like these she thoroughly enjoyed knowing his movements before he did.
Other Operatives came out of the woodwork, hardly looking any different from when Citrine last saw them two years ago. The cold look of a monster glinted in their eyes, a look time cannot soften, nor pain release. She almost felt nostalgic, being in their company again.
"It's most certainly in action," Alter took a step toward the tea. "Live and operational, the KSP is fully functional with a global range."
"Thanks for the comforting news." Citrine rolled her eyes, accepting her steaming cup from one of Laraxis' workers. She stole a sip, finding an adequate amount of liquor garnishing her tea.
Laraxis licked his lips, glancing at Alter with a seductive smirk. "You sound so dangerous when you say it like that." Out of all the Operatives, he wanted Alter the most. A crowning jewel to his collection!
The ring of an incoming call interrupted conversation. Greatly annoyed, Laraxis snatched his iPhone from within the folds of his robe, bringing it to his ear. "I'm in the middle of something. What?" He snapped.
He listened for several moments, veins pulsing in his forehead. "He... He what?! Where the fuck are the wallets!" A pause. "And where the fuck is he?"
Laraxis chucked his phone to the side moments later, seething. Almost on cue, the child hostess brushed her way past the Operatives to stand by him. She was a dainty thing, dressed in black velvet and only coming up to Laraxis' waist despite the high heels. The ribbons in her curly, platinum hair made her appearance reminiscent to a porcelain doll.
"47," He addressed the child condescendingly. "It would seem our thief is somewhere on the premise, watching the theatre. Be a dear and bring him back here, would you?"
She simply nodded and left, taking the elevator back up to the surface.
"Now then," Laraxis sighed, turning his full attention back to the unique group attending him. The devilish smile returned to his face. "Help yourself to some tea, of course. But with more of you here, allow me to divulge the first step of my oh-so elaborate plan."
Pressing a button on a small remote, Laraxis glanced up at the large monitor behind him. It displayed a curious glass device, almost cylindrical in shape with two rods coming together within its alien design. "An intelligence agency in New York recently recovered the blueprints of a prototype weapon created by the Russians. This device has the potential to create an artificial mini-black hole. I need it, which means I need you, preferably alive..."
Outside Magnet Theater
The sun was exceptionally bright as 47 exited the theatre, though its harsh rays didn't affect her pearlescent rose eyes. She could see perfectly, likely better than any organic being. She systematically scanned the streets and buildings, taking in the genetic make-up of the people blissfully going about their day. Her target, the Operative Rook, peered down at her from the motel across the street. He stood out like a sore thumb, his genes reading incredibly different from the rest she sensed.
She stared back, locking emotionless eyes with him before observing the motel doors. Her speed was surprising for what appeared to be a child as she crossed the street, entering the building to quickly ascend the stairs. The exceptionally unfortunate Rook still hovered by his window, and the child gave him a terse nod.
"Master Valco demands your presence immediately. Do you comply?" She spoke, her voice undoubtably synthesized and non-organic. It was the one key giveaway to her nature. Her appearance was very convincing, incredibly so... but she wasn't human.
I kinda wanna wait for Sync and Urukhai before I post... ^^;
@Jazz: I was totally gonna informa ya, but somehow I forgot. D:
//working on a post.
//working on a post.
Finished a portrait of Aislin~ What do you think? ^^
Haha, it's okay Drew, you're not missing out on anything. Laraxis is gonna have a surprise visitor. XD
o___o
Oh my god. You're so right! You've never been more right in your life! This. Is. Perfect. D:
Yes. Ooh yes~ I would love it if you were on the other side, after your opener I'll have a post for you. ^w^
Jazzy said
So Laraxis' appearance and personality reminds me of from the upcoming Far Cry 4.
o___o
Oh my god. You're so right! You've never been more right in your life! This. Is. Perfect. D:
lydyn said
So if that's the case, would it be wise or maybe just a fun idea to have Eidyia not follow everyone else and meet this other fellow?
Yes. Ooh yes~ I would love it if you were on the other side, after your opener I'll have a post for you. ^w^
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