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Rilla said
Never make fun of food.Also, this reminds me........What happens upon death?


well, there's a lot of debate on that Rilla, you ill?
We all wait on Rilla, you get used to it.
The city seemed to hold its breath, though far away a fight raged between two of its powerful inhabitants, it seemed to know something was coming. It started out as a bright blue spark on the horizon, an unnerving and whistling sound somewhat like the V-1 rockets of WW2, falling upon London. This missile however was capable of far… far worse.

It was a quiet day in downtown, though the sun was out and a number of people had elected to leave work early and have a pleasant picnic in the local park. The birds were singing, and the people were whimsical, forgetting the troubles of every-day life on a planet very much like Earth.

Then, Fury hit the ground.

The park erupted, as the ground itself split under his bulk and the force of energy unleashed as he ensured his survival, after dropping from space. He left a crater twenty foot wide and ten foot deep, and the people’s alarmed curiosity (for a world with superheroes were more accustomed to such events.) suddenly turned to alarm, as the Fireen floated serenely from the crater and hovered above them. His intent was still unclear, though it was hard to imagine the harshly faced, bulky Fireen, was anything but a villain, even though he looked remarkably similar to them. His face glowed blue with veins of energy, like scars, and his hands bunched into fists. He looked equipped for war, in armour that looked like nothing the people had seen. They backed away from him, turning the children from the park, then their alarm grew as two figures appeared at his side, though grounded, each to one edge of the crater. They were blue skinned humanoid males, with spears that seemed to glow at the blade.

“Stop this dramatic ballshit. We’re here for the General, calm yourself down Fireen.”

Fury stared at his reprimander, the armed Nas’Gaduran to his right. After a long, dangerously quiet moment, he looked back at the crowd.

“These people are weak, it is pitiful the Angar-Ryllan want one of their number removed as a threat.”

“You know nothing, and remember we’re supposed to be recruiting him, you make it sound like we’re here to kill him.”

The Fireen continued to stare at the crowd as the solder continued to speak.

“We know he’s in the city, any idea how we’re supposed to find him?”

“Yes.” Fury replied, his voice cold. He spread his hands wide, and they grew bright, energy discs forming beneath each palm. The crowd backed away further. His grin was feral as he launched them, like blades, they cut through the innocent people in the park as if they were nothing but paper. Blood splashed the grass, and the screaming began.

“You fool.” The stony guard shouted. His fellow simply shrugged. “It will draw him out, I suppose, doubt he’ll be all too happy about it though.” The Fireen remained silent as he continued his grisly work, until every human around him was dead or dying.

“Come to me, little hero!” He roared out his challenge, his face etched with madness.


Note, for anyone who remembers the 'old' Fury, this is his alternate time-line where the Disjunction never occurred, and therefore he floated in space until being found by the Angar Ryllan, he went mad in this time, and the Void matured hence why he's stronger.
Hey Skallagrim, would the Angry Rillas faction accept an evil Fury if they found him floating in space?

I was trying to think of a good motive, and then remembered one of my characters conveniently hates the Dreamers.
You said there were guards at the north and south, so they must be on the east and west side of the room, and they can't be any larger than the crystal platform or you wouldn't have been able to see the guards in the earlier attack.

Well, whichever reactor you've hidden behind my character will be on the opposite side of the room, magicking the crystals.
And where are the reactors you're hiding behind? In the east and west side of the room? They weren't there when you were fighting the guards.
Well, my reading comprehension of Khan's posts has never been great for some reason, could you take a look and see if you understand the layout of the room from Khan's post?
Well, that's the best I can do with your confusing description of the room
The Clockwork Man looked unperturbed, if he even had capacity for such emotion, as he wandered into the reactor room. Though he didn’t look particular active in his search, his lens eyes could see everything in the dimly lit interior, and he pushed outwards with his magic to analyse any Technology in close proximity. Hence, when the intruding glance of his foe’s scanning technology washed over him, he stopped it short with a realistic looking energy signature, without making it in anyway obvious he was aware of their presence. He followed this up with a very careful and cautious reply, learning the very basics to avoid any potential Technomancy detection his foe had access to, as unlikely as it was. It was difficult to pinpoint an exact position, but he placed them in the general vicinity of the Hexagonal reactors, which was why as he walked into the room he put her on the opposite side of the crystals by skirting around, in a mock display of basic surveillance. His Technomancy revealed optical camouflage of some form, as well as some magically-enhanced weaponry and some form of detection tech. Pretty much what he expected from a saboteur, but also the tools of a spy… or assassin. He continued to walk towards the Crystal, lifting his left hand to draw the fragments of what remained of the old crystal together, while his right remained relaxed at his side. It would be a lengthy process, because he was far from knowledgeable of the Mystan’s warding shield, but that wasn’t a massive issue. His progress had to be checked by his foe, and he was ready, once slain or ousted the Mystans would just come down and replace the crystals. Time was on his side.
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