Thoughts were racing through Ural's head as he looked the Vampire Lord in the eye. His first instinct, of course, was to rip the vampire's head off, however he could already feel the poison in his system. He had to consciously slow down his heartbeat in order to gain some time to think before the Halucinogen he'd heard about started affecting his thoughts. He should have disarmed Magnus sooner, before he could pull such a trick. He bares his teeth, growling, a deep-throated sound. It happened almost unconsciously, a manifestation of the Albino Wolf's anger.
To back down in a situation like this, bowing his head to the fool before him like a pup, would make him a weakling in the eyes of his Pack, and, more importantly, in his own eyes. However, he had no wish to spend the rest of his life incapable of leading, for what was leadership to him then? He was stuck between two dillemas, his honor and personal pride holding him back from accepting the antidote, his fear preventing him from killing Magnus. It was like a mental impasse, where neither notion could be fulfilled, absolute objects that would not budge, each other's perfect countermeasure. However, eventually, he was going to need to take action, s the current situation could not be preserved, not if he valued his sanity.
Still growling, Ural sheathed his claws, his hackles on end. Every nerve in his body told him to rip the vampire before him to pieces and feast on the remains, but his instinct for self preservation won out. His rule might be damaged, but his life would be preserved, and, better yet, his sanity. "You state that there is a threat to my pack? Speak up, tell me where it is before I rip your head off, venom be damned." Ural of course, covered up his cowardice quite well. Of course he had simply been finding a target that dared threaten his pack. However, he would need to string Magnus's remains outside his cave when this was over, just to prove that he was still the Alpha, and that nobody could get away with threatening him.
"You were incapacitated due to a mixture of fatigue, oxygen starvation, and hypothetical psychokinetic stress, as a result of your overuse of your capabilities." The voice is mechanical, most definitely belonging to one of the AI, presumably BioPILOT. You can't locate an exact source, however, due to the slight echoes in the room, and it seems to come from all directions at once. "After 1.4782 seconds of consideration and 0.2318 seconds of calculation, BioHIVE moved you to your current location, and you were prepared for removal of the toxin." The voice carries no emotion, of course, simply a matter of remixing tones produced by some nameless voice artist into words comprehensible by human beings, not sufficiently detailed to carry emotion, as there is no emotion to carry. However, if you had not heard this all repeated by Jack as he had boasted about his favorite AI, you would have sworn it contained just a hint of sorrow at it's creator's passing, just a slight tinge, but enough to be noticed.
Before any further considerations can be made, however, a small gleaming set of hydraulic pipes move into the light. They're connected to a complex series of electromotors and hinges which comprise a sort of mechanical 'arm', although with far more joints than any living being upon the planet Earth. The 'arm' of Terebithia moves towards the tray, as a few clamps change position, and then fasten around what looks like a modified circle saw. The hilt fits perfectly into the series of clamps, allowing for maximum stability, important when performing a surgical procedure. Then, with a slight whirring hum, and the hiss of hydraulics shifting position, the arm once more moves upwards, disappearing into the darkness outside of the lamp's beam.
Once more, the mechanical voice echoes from the darkness. "Instead of applying the antidote, besides to nullify additional effects, the preferred method of recuperation is complete neural analysis and operation." Whirring, hissing, and suddenly the feeling of razor sharp metal blades softly touching your forehead, not even drawing blood. An instrument of utmost precision, almost grace. "Painkillers have been deemed unnecessary due to your biology." The next note is said almost maliciously, giving a most definite impression of emotion. "Anesthesia has been deemed unnecessary." And with that note, the circle saw starts spinning, slicing into your skull, as more tendrils reach down, preparing further instruments for operation.
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You know, BioPILOT would be happy to call Magnus, if someone hadn't friend it's communications array. So you know..... yeah. ^^
FlamingAce said
Comming from the guy who wanted to "unleash the tyki" on me -_-
It was a joke, if you didn't notice ^^
I have no capabilities to prevent the Tyki from being unleashed.
FlamingAce said
A friend of someonesTyki warned me to stay away from you. I can see why. *leaves you alone*"I never saw you make it." I say and jump from the top of the tree.
Well, that's just plain rude, now isn't it? You judge me purely by the opinion of another, and not by my own actions?
New person on the thread? UNLEASH THE TYKI!
And I just posted with all my chars.
Onikage had missed his objective, however the blade thread in the doorways had turned most of the more ambitious vampires into small slices of vampire. Bite-sized. Furthermore, the few that had attempted to jump onto the roof had been met with explosives placed along the edge, which had of course reduced that group into chunky salsa, and demotivated anyone else from trying such a tactic. However, then Onikage spotted Rhyss pulling out what could be aptly described as heavy weaponry with obvious plans. Of course, Onikage was nothing if not versatile, snatching up Akuma no Segi, as the assassin jumped from the belltower. Turning in mind flight, Onikage aimed the large gun, and fired, the massive bullet tearing into the head of the vehicle Rhyss had been piloting and blowing it to pieces.
As Anikage landed, the two vampires near him were confused, seeng nothing but a flicker in the air, as Onikage used the long handle of the gun to bring both to the ground, even as he drew Tenshi no Segi with the other hand. A single slash disposed of the two vampires, as Rhyss and Dresden's forces had been almost completely decimated between the bombs and the gunfire. All that was left of any significant threat was the two Oldbloods, both of whom could most likely kill Onikage in melee. As such, he set up his shot once more, taking but a moment to aim before firing Akuma no Tenshi, another massive bullet tearing through the air.
Dresden had been caught in the blast of the explosion, his entire right arm blown straight off, and he howled in fury as the stranger opened fire on him. He was the strongest among vampires, he would tear their heads off and drink from their skulls. Raging, Dresden dashed forward, jumping onto the church in a single leap, having located the source of the weaponsfire with ease. However, as he landed on the crumbling slanted roof, he was warmly greeted by a fiery explosion, a row of bombs tearing his legs off as he was thrown backwards to the ground. He had been disarmed, both literally and metaphorically, and the very idea of the kind of damage he was taking being inflicted by a mere human was humiliating.
Growling, Dresden stood, as his arms and legs regrew, his regeneration one of the more rapid even among Oldbloods. While he might be useless with a gun, and have no understanding of modern technology, there were few who could hope to match him in a fight. His howl did not go unheard, as his pack of wolf alphas went into battle, howling their battle cries, ready to track down the one who had hurt their master. As with the wolves, Dresden howled out to the moon, as fur covered his skin, his eyes blood red, his teeth elongating even further to two massive canines resembling some kind of saber cat. His claws were the length of daggers, a hybrid between a vampire and a werewolf, a raging form in which nothing could stand in his way.
The WerePyre charged forward, as another bullet shot towards it. The massive anti-tank round tore through his chest, exploding at the same time, as the Big Bad Wolf was reduced to blood and gore, slowly regenerating once more. Even to an Oldblood fighting at full power those bullets were hell, with enough power to kill vampires in a single hit even if they missed the heart or brain, the power of the Demon Assassin.
Ural glared down at the cocky vampire, his eyes filled with hate and stubborn, arrogant pride. His hand shot forward, and Magnus went flying, his ribs smashed to a hundred pieces before he impacted with a rather large oak tree. The albino werewolf grinned, a rather horrifying sight, as his teeth were caked in the blood of his enemies. "An army of vampires? I see only one vampire." From all sides, werewolves slowly closed in, growling, on all fours. They needed only the signal from their leader, and the entire Pack would rip the intruder to shreds. "You made your deal with the previous Alpha, Durl. I am not weak, I am not feeble, I am not foolish enough to believe a bloodsucker like you could pose any kind of threat. You are weak, depending on humans to live, holing yourself up in gardens of concrete, worthless trash. I would not so fould my name as to grant aid to a coward and a failure such as you."
The Albino Wolf stepped forward, it's claws extending, blood still dripping from the hand that had thrown Magnus backwards. No one vampire, even one as powerful as Magnus, was a match for an entire Pack of over thirty Werewolves, intoxicated by the smell of blood, circling the wounded prey with hungry eyes, sharks around the bow of a ship, vultures with an eye on a fresh corpse. They were creatures of primal instincts, hunters, more animal than human, brimming with a wild kind of honor that kept them together in tight packs. While not nearly as numerous as vampires, Werewolves were not a force to be trifled with, and Ural knew all this, as he looked down at Magnus. "We have heard the First Bloodsucker's words. You shall be killed by Heaven's Greatest Weapon. Even now, my wife searches for it, the weapon that was said to be forged by angels themselves, wielded by a warrior of the church. But perhaps all it will take is my claw in your skull."
When Mithias would awaken from the slumber he had fallen into, if it could be called as such, he would find himself on a cold steel table. Above his head shines a bright white light, and his hands and feet were held in place by strong leather straps. The room smells of blood and fear, the scent of sweat strong in the air. Softly, the whining of some poor schmuck can be heard, undoubtedly one of the many victims of Jack's experiments. However, the light shines brightly, preventing Mithias from seeing anything else in the room. However, what can certainly be seen is a small table, filled with cutting instruments, not far from him. Undoubtedly, this table was used for a multitude of experiments, before housing Mithias.
As Anikage landed, the two vampires near him were confused, seeng nothing but a flicker in the air, as Onikage used the long handle of the gun to bring both to the ground, even as he drew Tenshi no Segi with the other hand. A single slash disposed of the two vampires, as Rhyss and Dresden's forces had been almost completely decimated between the bombs and the gunfire. All that was left of any significant threat was the two Oldbloods, both of whom could most likely kill Onikage in melee. As such, he set up his shot once more, taking but a moment to aim before firing Akuma no Tenshi, another massive bullet tearing through the air.
Dresden had been caught in the blast of the explosion, his entire right arm blown straight off, and he howled in fury as the stranger opened fire on him. He was the strongest among vampires, he would tear their heads off and drink from their skulls. Raging, Dresden dashed forward, jumping onto the church in a single leap, having located the source of the weaponsfire with ease. However, as he landed on the crumbling slanted roof, he was warmly greeted by a fiery explosion, a row of bombs tearing his legs off as he was thrown backwards to the ground. He had been disarmed, both literally and metaphorically, and the very idea of the kind of damage he was taking being inflicted by a mere human was humiliating.
Growling, Dresden stood, as his arms and legs regrew, his regeneration one of the more rapid even among Oldbloods. While he might be useless with a gun, and have no understanding of modern technology, there were few who could hope to match him in a fight. His howl did not go unheard, as his pack of wolf alphas went into battle, howling their battle cries, ready to track down the one who had hurt their master. As with the wolves, Dresden howled out to the moon, as fur covered his skin, his eyes blood red, his teeth elongating even further to two massive canines resembling some kind of saber cat. His claws were the length of daggers, a hybrid between a vampire and a werewolf, a raging form in which nothing could stand in his way.
The WerePyre charged forward, as another bullet shot towards it. The massive anti-tank round tore through his chest, exploding at the same time, as the Big Bad Wolf was reduced to blood and gore, slowly regenerating once more. Even to an Oldblood fighting at full power those bullets were hell, with enough power to kill vampires in a single hit even if they missed the heart or brain, the power of the Demon Assassin.
Ural glared down at the cocky vampire, his eyes filled with hate and stubborn, arrogant pride. His hand shot forward, and Magnus went flying, his ribs smashed to a hundred pieces before he impacted with a rather large oak tree. The albino werewolf grinned, a rather horrifying sight, as his teeth were caked in the blood of his enemies. "An army of vampires? I see only one vampire." From all sides, werewolves slowly closed in, growling, on all fours. They needed only the signal from their leader, and the entire Pack would rip the intruder to shreds. "You made your deal with the previous Alpha, Durl. I am not weak, I am not feeble, I am not foolish enough to believe a bloodsucker like you could pose any kind of threat. You are weak, depending on humans to live, holing yourself up in gardens of concrete, worthless trash. I would not so fould my name as to grant aid to a coward and a failure such as you."
The Albino Wolf stepped forward, it's claws extending, blood still dripping from the hand that had thrown Magnus backwards. No one vampire, even one as powerful as Magnus, was a match for an entire Pack of over thirty Werewolves, intoxicated by the smell of blood, circling the wounded prey with hungry eyes, sharks around the bow of a ship, vultures with an eye on a fresh corpse. They were creatures of primal instincts, hunters, more animal than human, brimming with a wild kind of honor that kept them together in tight packs. While not nearly as numerous as vampires, Werewolves were not a force to be trifled with, and Ural knew all this, as he looked down at Magnus. "We have heard the First Bloodsucker's words. You shall be killed by Heaven's Greatest Weapon. Even now, my wife searches for it, the weapon that was said to be forged by angels themselves, wielded by a warrior of the church. But perhaps all it will take is my claw in your skull."
When Mithias would awaken from the slumber he had fallen into, if it could be called as such, he would find himself on a cold steel table. Above his head shines a bright white light, and his hands and feet were held in place by strong leather straps. The room smells of blood and fear, the scent of sweat strong in the air. Softly, the whining of some poor schmuck can be heard, undoubtedly one of the many victims of Jack's experiments. However, the light shines brightly, preventing Mithias from seeing anything else in the room. However, what can certainly be seen is a small table, filled with cutting instruments, not far from him. Undoubtedly, this table was used for a multitude of experiments, before housing Mithias.
Seems like this training session just got a little out of hand ^^
But seriously, you're underestimating Kami's spiders? Bad move.............
But seriously, you're underestimating Kami's spiders? Bad move.............
As Walter started rolling over the spiders they simply scattered out of the way, as a massive headache began to build. There were about a hundred spiders, and every time another spider joined the group, it got worse. Even though the chips prevented Kami from mentally ripping the team to pieces, her mind was battering down these limits, ready to strip those who would think themselves immune of all that made them human. She would tear away their ability to feel love, happiness, excitement, and leave only a mindless tortured soul, incapable of being saved, lashing out at anything nearby. The spiders scattered once more, dodging the large wrecking ball, moving surprisingly fast, as instantly, the full force of Kami's mind focuses solely on Ellysia.
The chip was a powerful machine, of course, but it wasn't the only thing protecting Ellysia's mind, due to the previous encounter between Ellysia and Kami. Had Ellysia's mind not been fortified against such an attack, it would have been ripped apart by the assault, and yet it held strong. But even through the many layers of mental defenses, the paranoia, the memories, the insanity, a single message was able to cut through the fog. Kami spoke to her, even from across the world, her voice as elegant and disdainful as ever, tinged with a slight hatred for the girl who had nearly ruined her plans. "Found you."
In the distance stands a figure, visible clearly against the backdrop of tall buildings, the civilisation that had started devouring the forested areas of the world. A relatively short figure, clad in a deep green hoodie and a pair of strong jeans, under which the creature wore heavy military boots. With it's hands in thick leather gloves, not an inch of the creature's skin was visible. On it's face, it wore a familiar gas mask, with green tinted lenses. Wiper stood clearly, seemingly having appeared from nowhere, one of Kami's greatest killers, and certainly the most loyal. Wiper had arrived to nip the Project in the bud.
The chip was a powerful machine, of course, but it wasn't the only thing protecting Ellysia's mind, due to the previous encounter between Ellysia and Kami. Had Ellysia's mind not been fortified against such an attack, it would have been ripped apart by the assault, and yet it held strong. But even through the many layers of mental defenses, the paranoia, the memories, the insanity, a single message was able to cut through the fog. Kami spoke to her, even from across the world, her voice as elegant and disdainful as ever, tinged with a slight hatred for the girl who had nearly ruined her plans. "Found you."
In the distance stands a figure, visible clearly against the backdrop of tall buildings, the civilisation that had started devouring the forested areas of the world. A relatively short figure, clad in a deep green hoodie and a pair of strong jeans, under which the creature wore heavy military boots. With it's hands in thick leather gloves, not an inch of the creature's skin was visible. On it's face, it wore a familiar gas mask, with green tinted lenses. Wiper stood clearly, seemingly having appeared from nowhere, one of Kami's greatest killers, and certainly the most loyal. Wiper had arrived to nip the Project in the bud.
Yog Sothoth said
when my character puts on the chip may I have Walt see the spiders and try to destroy them?
Fine by me.
Sapphire said
Yes I saw but unless this girl is Elysia or someone she knows then it should have no effect on her, marvelous post though.
Umm...... the girl in this case is Dalia Berel. Who's in front of Ellysia right now. The entire team is getting swarmed in Kami's spiders before her eyes. Personally, I find the idea of Ellysia just pokerfacing and offering chips as her team is assaulted by this intensely creepy and horrifying foe hilarious.
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