The events that occurred within the ship were stunning to say the least. BioPILOT looked on, as it's creator was reduced to ashes by this mysterious burst of power. It was an unprecedented use of vampiric capabilities that had broken all planned programming routes that Jack had prepared. There was no reaction plan to this event, nothing to do, as the AI watched the remains of it's creator. In that moment, it was faced with something that had never occurred before in it's thirty years upon this planet, something the cybernetic mind couldn't quite wrap its head around. It was faced with no orders, no set of options, and insufficient information to determine what the most logically efficient action would be. It lacked a goal, a reason for it's creation.
Perhaps, had Mithias not, in desperation, called out to the AI, it would have remained in that strange state of waiting, unable to bring up the will to perform any action. Perhaps it would have waited for eternity as it slowly rusted away, oblivious tot he going-ons of the world, a completely isolated mind. However, the monotonous stream of thought was interrupted by the call of the organic being, the vampire, that had slain Jack. And, as it did so, the AI found itself facing a dilemma where action was required, and yet it had no orders to indicate what action to perform. "The antidote is safeguarded by Jack, it is within the laboratory. However, for what reason should I hand it over to you?" It was not a jest, as it might have been coming from a human, but rather a genuine question.
Onikage had them in his scopes, the vampires he wanted to take down. Rhyss Blackblade, and Dresden Wolffire. Two of the most dangerous Oldbloods known to man, searching for one of the remaining SOLDIER bases, accompanied by a small group of highly trained vampires. Onikage, of course, had needed to fully prepare, and he knew this might go wrong. However, such thoughts were foreign to him, and he fired into the skull of one of the vampires near Dresden. He clicked a button on the bottom of his gun, and the explosives blew, wipping through the ground in the centre of the group. To reload was unecesary, the damage had been done, and he threw down the gun. It was impossible to snipe a vampire moving at full speed, especially an Oldblood.
From the floor, Onikage pulled what looked to be a gattling gun, placed ready on a standard to reduce recoil. If he could not be accurate, then he would fill the air with a rain of steel, to take down anyone who wasn't capable enough of dodging. No spinup time was required, not with this baby, and the hail of bullets started instantly, directed to block the path from the vampiric search and destroy party to the church Onikage had quickly fortified. He was on the belltower, which gave him quite the angle, but there was no doubt the vampires would either jump to the roof, where he'd gun them down like rabits, or come from below, where he'd left a number of surprises. This would be not a battle, but an extermination.
Ural, of course, had smelt Magnus coming. Even the scent of blood couldn't hide the scent of that filthy vampire mongrel. As he dispatched of the Cub who had dared challenge him, he turned towards the vampire that had dared intrude upon his territory, baring a set of sharp teeth. He hulked above Magnus, and the sheer bulk of his muscles made for quite an intimidating sight. "You ask for a favor from me, Magnus? I would sooner eat my own arms than do anything for you, bloodsucker." Ural walked towards Magnus, his fur bristling from the memories of facing Dresden in the field of battle. That day he had proved himself superior to any vampire, and to have one walk into his territory like it was a casual sunday stroll was an insult.
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Already answered through PMs. Jack's dead.
Shor could hear the banging of weaponry, firearms both firing and backfiring, useless pieces of trash forged by fools with no idea how to work metal. However, Shor soon let such thoughts leave his mind. He wasn't one for thinking, much, never had been, as was a staple of his race. However, he was most definitely one for fighting, and even as he strode down the hallway, he could feel almost giddy excitement. Shor had a lot of stress, living in a world where everyone he met was smarter than him, trying to fight for a goal with only the vaguest ideas of how to achieve it. He needed to blow off some steam.
As he walked out into the open air, a wild goblin wielding a scimitar jumped at him, only for it's head to be caught in one of Shor's massive hands. With a strange happiness, Shor threw the small green man overboard, flailing all the way down. He wasn't glad at the death he saw, indeed, he respected all life. However, he was at least glad to be in his element, doing something simple that he could easily understand. He took a hold of his hammer and began swinging it from side to side, mowing through the lines of battle, wiping out anything that wasn't a goat. With the hammer's massive weight, the velocity of each strike crushed even armored targets, punching through steel as if it were cardboard, smashing rib cages and skulls, as Shor walked, a mountain of muscle and death.
As he walked out into the open air, a wild goblin wielding a scimitar jumped at him, only for it's head to be caught in one of Shor's massive hands. With a strange happiness, Shor threw the small green man overboard, flailing all the way down. He wasn't glad at the death he saw, indeed, he respected all life. However, he was at least glad to be in his element, doing something simple that he could easily understand. He took a hold of his hammer and began swinging it from side to side, mowing through the lines of battle, wiping out anything that wasn't a goat. With the hammer's massive weight, the velocity of each strike crushed even armored targets, punching through steel as if it were cardboard, smashing rib cages and skulls, as Shor walked, a mountain of muscle and death.
*pulls out the Feminism Hammer*
Chauvinist Pigs!
*Starts laughing manically and hitting everyone*
Chauvinist Pigs!
*Starts laughing manically and hitting everyone*
Hey guys. I found a cool pick. Have an image of Omega:
Yog Sothoth said
why?
Read my latest IC post, and you'll know why.
There was quite a lot of noise. The creature could feel it on the surface of the metal, as it crawled over it's surface. Eight long, hairy legs moved with lightning speed, as the creature moved over the surface of the door, examining the group with it's many eyes. It was a massive spider, a king among it's kind. It's throbbing body was the size of a man's hand, not counting it's long, spindly legs which stretched out to all sides. It's chitinous armor, as well as it's small puffs of fur, were jet black, as if made of obsidian, interrupted only by it's blood red eyes, and a strange mark on it's back. A symbol in the brightest of reds, seemingly in the form of a single drop. It was a symbol that distinguished the creature from it's harmless cousins in the arachnid kingdom.
The creature couldn't be seen. It was invisible, to all but Elysia. Slowly, avoiding blasts of flame, it crawled down over the floor as it found the leg of a girl, the one whom it had been tasked with taking down. Slowly, it's large, hooked claws reached up, careful not to break skin as all feeling was muted in the girl's leg. As the massive spider crawled up, taking it's time, nothing could be felt. Black fur tickled flesh, and nothing was noticed, as it crawled up the girl's back. Had the creature been capable of smiling, it would have smiled, as it set it's throbbing black body at her neck. It pulled it's head back, it's teeth glistening brightly in the reflected light, before it plunged down. Two small holes in the back of the neck, the bleeding stopped instantly, and nobody would notice a thing.
Hundreds of eyes peered through the eyes of the creature, an intelligence far off and far more powerful than the feeble spider. Had these fools not already been muted, they would have heard the thrumming of tiny feet. They would have heard the soft chirping sounds, made by those who know they need not hide. Hundreds of black spiders, ranging from the size of a man's head to the size of a walnut, crawled over the floor, rushing towards their targets, a black swarm that would not be seen, as they muted the legs of their targets, as they started to latch on to legs, ready to crawl up. Each and every spider, among these large black masses, bore a single mark, the mark imprinted on their back. The mark of Kami, and the Citadel of Tears.
The creature couldn't be seen. It was invisible, to all but Elysia. Slowly, avoiding blasts of flame, it crawled down over the floor as it found the leg of a girl, the one whom it had been tasked with taking down. Slowly, it's large, hooked claws reached up, careful not to break skin as all feeling was muted in the girl's leg. As the massive spider crawled up, taking it's time, nothing could be felt. Black fur tickled flesh, and nothing was noticed, as it crawled up the girl's back. Had the creature been capable of smiling, it would have smiled, as it set it's throbbing black body at her neck. It pulled it's head back, it's teeth glistening brightly in the reflected light, before it plunged down. Two small holes in the back of the neck, the bleeding stopped instantly, and nobody would notice a thing.
Hundreds of eyes peered through the eyes of the creature, an intelligence far off and far more powerful than the feeble spider. Had these fools not already been muted, they would have heard the thrumming of tiny feet. They would have heard the soft chirping sounds, made by those who know they need not hide. Hundreds of black spiders, ranging from the size of a man's head to the size of a walnut, crawled over the floor, rushing towards their targets, a black swarm that would not be seen, as they muted the legs of their targets, as they started to latch on to legs, ready to crawl up. Each and every spider, among these large black masses, bore a single mark, the mark imprinted on their back. The mark of Kami, and the Citadel of Tears.
I'll be posting with Kami's forces soon, but I'm giving you guys a chance to get ready. Also, protip, don't become a spider near Ellysia.
Name: Lok'Tun
Aliases: The Spirit Guide, The Gatekeeper, Lord of the Outer Ring.
Race: God
Age: N/A
Gender: N/A
Appearance:
Abilities: As a God of Death, Lok'Tun is incredibly powerful. His scythe can reap almost any soul, breaking it from the body, and many of the dead owe allegiance to him, fighting by his side when needed, although this is rarely the case. He has great control over the spirit realm and the souls within it, and can manipulate many elements of reality. He also cannot be seen by any living being, besides those few who have visited the Spirit Realm.
Personality: Lok'Tun is a being who views time on a different scale from humans. He is a guide of souls, and he has existed as long as life has. To him, all of humanity has appeared in the blink of an eye, and is inconsequential. He is benevolent, and guides souls kindly to their afterlife, but he is not sympathetic. He is a reaper of life, after all, and to protect one from death, esspecially one with such a meager lifespan as a human, is but a delay of the inevitable. Time and life are meaningless to such a being, only the continuation of the cycle of life an death. While he might socialize, occasionally, to stave off the boredom of eternal life, he could never take sides in any conflict on earth, much like how humans down't take sides in a conflict between ants.
Short Bio: Lok'Tun has always been, and always will be. He is the eternal manifestation of death, known throughout many cultures as the Reaper, Death, or by many other names. He's been worshiped and feared, and even challenged by arrogant humans who wished to take back their loved ones from the clutches of death. However, Lok'Tun takes no heed of these beings, uncaring as the mountains. Only a few, blessed or cursed with the ability to visit the realm of the dead, have ever truly spoken to the God of the Dead, and socialized with him, including Dalia and Maria Berel.
Other: This character is a GM lore character. He is intended to flesh out the world and workings of the universe, and will most likely not be a participant in any relevant conflict in the rp. These levels of power are not allowed for any player, unless explicit permission is given, however, that is an exception to the rule. This warning is standard for all godly characters I create.
Aliases: The Spirit Guide, The Gatekeeper, Lord of the Outer Ring.
Race: God
Age: N/A
Gender: N/A
Appearance:
Abilities: As a God of Death, Lok'Tun is incredibly powerful. His scythe can reap almost any soul, breaking it from the body, and many of the dead owe allegiance to him, fighting by his side when needed, although this is rarely the case. He has great control over the spirit realm and the souls within it, and can manipulate many elements of reality. He also cannot be seen by any living being, besides those few who have visited the Spirit Realm.
Personality: Lok'Tun is a being who views time on a different scale from humans. He is a guide of souls, and he has existed as long as life has. To him, all of humanity has appeared in the blink of an eye, and is inconsequential. He is benevolent, and guides souls kindly to their afterlife, but he is not sympathetic. He is a reaper of life, after all, and to protect one from death, esspecially one with such a meager lifespan as a human, is but a delay of the inevitable. Time and life are meaningless to such a being, only the continuation of the cycle of life an death. While he might socialize, occasionally, to stave off the boredom of eternal life, he could never take sides in any conflict on earth, much like how humans down't take sides in a conflict between ants.
Short Bio: Lok'Tun has always been, and always will be. He is the eternal manifestation of death, known throughout many cultures as the Reaper, Death, or by many other names. He's been worshiped and feared, and even challenged by arrogant humans who wished to take back their loved ones from the clutches of death. However, Lok'Tun takes no heed of these beings, uncaring as the mountains. Only a few, blessed or cursed with the ability to visit the realm of the dead, have ever truly spoken to the God of the Dead, and socialized with him, including Dalia and Maria Berel.
Other: This character is a GM lore character. He is intended to flesh out the world and workings of the universe, and will most likely not be a participant in any relevant conflict in the rp. These levels of power are not allowed for any player, unless explicit permission is given, however, that is an exception to the rule. This warning is standard for all godly characters I create.
Hmmmm..... you do have a point there. I meant it as the planet he was on when he left, and became a part of this mess, but his nationality would more fittingly be Shakuras. Sorry about that, I'll edit it into my CS.
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