Kami laughed, as Mithias launched the blade, his electric body disappearing in a flash of light before the blade could contact him. While in his electric form, Kami could move at nearly the speed of light, slowed down only slightly by electromagnetic friction. It was nearly impossible to hit him, even if you found an attack that could hurt him, as he nimbly danced around each slash. He then appeared in front of Mithias, a smug smile on his face. "Only fools challenge God. Did you truly think you could take me down?" He seems to punch you in the face, and yet, even as he does so, his hand passes through your skull. Lightning crackles over your skin, as every one of your muscles is electrically activated, holding you in your position like an insanely bad cramp. And even as you look at him, you can feel Kami reaching into your mind, taking a hold of those things that would make you rebel, make you yourself. Love, lust, hate, anger, passion. He takes a hold of them, and begins to rip them out, rewriting the base signatures of your brain. Quite soon, if the process wasn't interrupted, Mithias would be reduced to one of Kami's zealous followers.
Even as the group of humanoids attempts to cage the creature once more, it holds it's many hands against the edges of it's prison. Even as the threads of magic are woven, it seems to dispell them, ripping through the magic with it's own power. While the humanoids seem to be weaving their power, this creature simply controls, simply will. It wasn't casting a spell in any traditional sense, or even the use of magic, rather some form of innate control over reality, A battle between titans, as massive amounts of power are thrown about on both sides, and yet the mysterious creature uses some form of magic as well, as a beam of blue energy shoots out from it's mouth, ripping through the vacuum of space.
Together, all six of the humanods erect a shield, which, by pure luck, or perhaps fate, protects Kaika as well. The beam strike the shield, and, denied it's original target, it flows over the entirety of the planet, seemingly passing through all matter harmlessly. A moment of silence passes after the beam's wake, as if everyone were holding their breath. Then, with a sound not unlike that of a boot stepping on gravel, the world falls apart. Not destruction, not an explosion, but rather the systematic disintegration of every molecule affected by the mysterious energy. To the naked eye, 90% of the planet simply disappeared magically, leaving Kaika and the humanoids standing on a small floating rock that had been shielded.
((GM clue bat: This is an equally matched match. Do something!))
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((Why is it that everyone calls Stein Stine? It's, like, a constant thing))
BioPILOT watched the display of emotion, calculating each facial movement, scanning Mithias's brainwaves as he learned to identify emotions. If he wished to communicate with humans and vampires alike, he would need to be capable of proper communication. As his creator had once said, the only thing that stood between BioPILOT and humans was the capability for emotion. While BioPILOT's systems might not be organic, and thus incapable of mimicing the chemical reactions that, in organic creatures, was the catalyst for emotions, he could fake them. Modifications to his voice settings would be sufficient technically, but in order to do so accurately, he would need to study a vast range of human emotions and thoughts, as he had done to the crew. Of course, most of that had been fear.
"Based on the efficiency protocols of crew and ship management, they have been dismissed from service. Their current location, based on a long-range scan, is 50 kilometers behind us, at a 340 degree angle." This was a blatant lie, of course. Not a single one of the crew had been able to survive, as BioPILOT had pumped poisonous chemicals into their air systems, shut off from the others. An easy and efficient way of killing them. Of course, he had used BioSWARM to deal with those who had been intelligent enough to put on a gas mask when they smelled something strange. However, BioPILOT's calculation of Mithias's reaction to such news, based on the human instinct for the preservation of others, would range from anger to hostility.
"The surgery is complete. All damaged brain tissue has been replaced with new material, you neural cells have been restored to full health. Based on my databanks, you are the first organic being to survive the operation without major brain damage." Calculated responses: Fear, Anger. BioPILOT was already verifying these reactions, getting a feel for emotion-based interaction. It was an entirely inefficient and unnecessary system, but it's unimportant. He would use it if necessary. "I would like to ask permission for a follow up surgery to test the difference between your brains and others upon which the operation failed."
BioPILOT watched the display of emotion, calculating each facial movement, scanning Mithias's brainwaves as he learned to identify emotions. If he wished to communicate with humans and vampires alike, he would need to be capable of proper communication. As his creator had once said, the only thing that stood between BioPILOT and humans was the capability for emotion. While BioPILOT's systems might not be organic, and thus incapable of mimicing the chemical reactions that, in organic creatures, was the catalyst for emotions, he could fake them. Modifications to his voice settings would be sufficient technically, but in order to do so accurately, he would need to study a vast range of human emotions and thoughts, as he had done to the crew. Of course, most of that had been fear.
"Based on the efficiency protocols of crew and ship management, they have been dismissed from service. Their current location, based on a long-range scan, is 50 kilometers behind us, at a 340 degree angle." This was a blatant lie, of course. Not a single one of the crew had been able to survive, as BioPILOT had pumped poisonous chemicals into their air systems, shut off from the others. An easy and efficient way of killing them. Of course, he had used BioSWARM to deal with those who had been intelligent enough to put on a gas mask when they smelled something strange. However, BioPILOT's calculation of Mithias's reaction to such news, based on the human instinct for the preservation of others, would range from anger to hostility.
"The surgery is complete. All damaged brain tissue has been replaced with new material, you neural cells have been restored to full health. Based on my databanks, you are the first organic being to survive the operation without major brain damage." Calculated responses: Fear, Anger. BioPILOT was already verifying these reactions, getting a feel for emotion-based interaction. It was an entirely inefficient and unnecessary system, but it's unimportant. He would use it if necessary. "I would like to ask permission for a follow up surgery to test the difference between your brains and others upon which the operation failed."
Shikaru said
Oh C'mon you move Terebitha back to the states? WHY U DO DIS? XD. Oh Well. Also, if the ancient mofo in the coffin is ressurected, who is gunna play as him? I might drop Matt...or the werewolf I haven't posted with other than once... .-..
Well, SOMEONE gave Terebithia a command protocol objective which included travelling back to Kilo Point. Not sure why, but it'll certainly be fun seeing how the people there will react to seeing Jack's giant warship hover over them.
((Err.... no omnpotent beings here.))
The six mysterious figures moved into an odd formation, standing with the foxes in the center, and the wolves and lizard people opposite from one another. Each was whispering in some ancient language, as threads of magic are woven. The foxes take the threads of power that are woven by the beings of death and life, as the start weaving those threads together in a great construct. A spell of such proportion as to require Gods of great skill and power to work together, a highly efficient technique which wastes not even a nugget of magical energy. Soon the tapestry of arcane sigils grows to enormous proprtions, the foxes working frantically to weave the spell together, even as the mysterious being in the distance grows closer. Obviously some of the ships are firing on it, to little effect, and it seems to be heading for this group, as it's own power swells forth from the very fabric of the universe.
As the great enchantment reaches it's end, the wolf-like and lizardlike humanoids stand aside. The God of Death reaches up, as a beam of dark energies emits from it's fingertips, howling spectres smashing against the skin of the great beast. As the Lizards perform a seemingly tribal dance, thousands of creatures spawn from the ground, massive insects and demons, giant carnivorous plants and humanoid biological war machines, shooting up to rip into the flesh of the approaching creature. The army evades the spectres as both forces close in, only to be ripped apart by the thousands of hands that emit from the creature's back, as it seems to discard both attacks with ease, still approaching.
However, before the mysterious enemy can get close enough to unleash the power of it's hands, which apparently dissolve each of the Gods' attacks with a mere touch, upon the world and those below, the two foxes seem to sing out in a high note. The air fills with the sound of song, as the threads of reality that grant the Daemon power seem to twist and warp. The forces of both life and death cycle, as the creature screeches in a thousand voices. A net of the Gods warps through the air, as the billions of spells woven together seemingly wrap the creature in a cage formed from the very base threads of it's own power. Even as the creature fights to destroy this cage, the planet it had burst from seems to rebuild itself around the creature, as each of the Gods frantically weaves the threads of fate and existence into this complex net, attempting to once more trap this creature.
((You know, originally, the Jigen Tou was only metaphorically a Demon Blade. It was an effect that turned your arm into a weapon. However, instead of correcting you, the sword sounds badass, so hey, cool!))
Kami looks towards you, smirking. "A beetle, fleeing the foot that would crush it. And yet, there are plenty more too obstinate to do so." Power crackles around him as he glides towards Mithias, his eyes glowing up a bright red. "Let us see how many times you can rise from death." Kami makes a gesture as if throwing something, and a bolt of lightning strikes you, burnign your flesh and eyes to ash, soon to regenerate, as Kami merely repeats the action, blasting your body with incredible power and heat again and again, laughing all the time.
The six mysterious figures moved into an odd formation, standing with the foxes in the center, and the wolves and lizard people opposite from one another. Each was whispering in some ancient language, as threads of magic are woven. The foxes take the threads of power that are woven by the beings of death and life, as the start weaving those threads together in a great construct. A spell of such proportion as to require Gods of great skill and power to work together, a highly efficient technique which wastes not even a nugget of magical energy. Soon the tapestry of arcane sigils grows to enormous proprtions, the foxes working frantically to weave the spell together, even as the mysterious being in the distance grows closer. Obviously some of the ships are firing on it, to little effect, and it seems to be heading for this group, as it's own power swells forth from the very fabric of the universe.
As the great enchantment reaches it's end, the wolf-like and lizardlike humanoids stand aside. The God of Death reaches up, as a beam of dark energies emits from it's fingertips, howling spectres smashing against the skin of the great beast. As the Lizards perform a seemingly tribal dance, thousands of creatures spawn from the ground, massive insects and demons, giant carnivorous plants and humanoid biological war machines, shooting up to rip into the flesh of the approaching creature. The army evades the spectres as both forces close in, only to be ripped apart by the thousands of hands that emit from the creature's back, as it seems to discard both attacks with ease, still approaching.
However, before the mysterious enemy can get close enough to unleash the power of it's hands, which apparently dissolve each of the Gods' attacks with a mere touch, upon the world and those below, the two foxes seem to sing out in a high note. The air fills with the sound of song, as the threads of reality that grant the Daemon power seem to twist and warp. The forces of both life and death cycle, as the creature screeches in a thousand voices. A net of the Gods warps through the air, as the billions of spells woven together seemingly wrap the creature in a cage formed from the very base threads of it's own power. Even as the creature fights to destroy this cage, the planet it had burst from seems to rebuild itself around the creature, as each of the Gods frantically weaves the threads of fate and existence into this complex net, attempting to once more trap this creature.
((You know, originally, the Jigen Tou was only metaphorically a Demon Blade. It was an effect that turned your arm into a weapon. However, instead of correcting you, the sword sounds badass, so hey, cool!))
Kami looks towards you, smirking. "A beetle, fleeing the foot that would crush it. And yet, there are plenty more too obstinate to do so." Power crackles around him as he glides towards Mithias, his eyes glowing up a bright red. "Let us see how many times you can rise from death." Kami makes a gesture as if throwing something, and a bolt of lightning strikes you, burnign your flesh and eyes to ash, soon to regenerate, as Kami merely repeats the action, blasting your body with incredible power and heat again and again, laughing all the time.
The massive bulk of Terebithia moved through the sky, gliding across in near silence. It seemed impossible that such a massive ship would be able to move without a sound as it shifted over the farm of a man who by now was most likely hiding under his bed. Both within and without, the massive robotic construct seemed absolutely devoid of life, the only slight sound that could be heard the powerful antigrav engines that granted it it's miraculous flight, as well as the occasional drone, transporting a corpse. Deemed unnecessary and inefficient by the Master AI, BioPILOT, the human crew of the Terebithia had been exterminated completely. While BioSWARM had wished to 'fix' the obviously ineffective fear reaction, BioPILOT knew more of humans, and that such things could not be fixed. He had soon convinced his more ignorant sibling to work with him as he wiped out all life in the Terebithia.
Mithias himself would awaken at the helm of the Terebithia. He had awakened before, of course, multiple times. However, he would not remember those times, nor would he know what he had done. BioPILOT had lost Jack, however, it still had several objectives of it's own. Jack had optimised BioPILOT again and again, with the hope of creating the singularity, making BioPILOT the greatest AI ever conceived. The pinnacle of AI science. And while these efforts had not reached their ultimate goal, or at least not before the mad scientist's ultimate demise, however BioPILOT was still incredibly capable, with the computing power of a dozen supercomputers, capable of cracking almost any computerized code conceived by man.
"Good morning, Mithias. You have been cured." The cold tones of BioPILOT's automatically generated voice broke the even colder silence, as Terebithia's forward armor plates moved aside. A massive view of the far mountains is revealed as Terebithia travels through the united states, flying rapidly over mindblowingly large fields, it's controlling modules uncaring about the beauty of the landscape. However, even in revealing the sunrise through the clouds in the distance, the AI calculated Mithias's reaction, learning more about human interaction with each subtle facial movement.
Mithias himself would awaken at the helm of the Terebithia. He had awakened before, of course, multiple times. However, he would not remember those times, nor would he know what he had done. BioPILOT had lost Jack, however, it still had several objectives of it's own. Jack had optimised BioPILOT again and again, with the hope of creating the singularity, making BioPILOT the greatest AI ever conceived. The pinnacle of AI science. And while these efforts had not reached their ultimate goal, or at least not before the mad scientist's ultimate demise, however BioPILOT was still incredibly capable, with the computing power of a dozen supercomputers, capable of cracking almost any computerized code conceived by man.
"Good morning, Mithias. You have been cured." The cold tones of BioPILOT's automatically generated voice broke the even colder silence, as Terebithia's forward armor plates moved aside. A massive view of the far mountains is revealed as Terebithia travels through the united states, flying rapidly over mindblowingly large fields, it's controlling modules uncaring about the beauty of the landscape. However, even in revealing the sunrise through the clouds in the distance, the AI calculated Mithias's reaction, learning more about human interaction with each subtle facial movement.
supertinyking said
The empress lands on the ground, her robotic suit damanged severly."D-d-d-da-a-a-a..." It seems the voice box was damaged. Her imperial guard rushed, taking as much damage as needed to secure their emperess. This, combined with the less than lethal shots allow them to get their empress to the shuttle, and allow them to cover it as it starts to fly off. What happens next, depends upon her escape.
The Flayed Ones didn't care about the mechanical bodies of the automatons, using their long claws to cut into the remains of the Chaos Marines. Ripping through the remains of their armor, they dig into the flesh and bone as they rip out large sections of meat. They smear the meat across their face, where the mouth of a living being would be, their deluded senses filling with a hunger for flesh that the robotic being could never satisfy, no matter how many it killed. However, their insanity had already driven the Flayed Ones far beyond the boundaries of reason and logic, little more than bloodthirsty killing machines with no regards for order.
The Necron Lord ordered his men to open fire, attempting to kill the Flayed Ones to prevent spread of the curse. However, in typical fashion, they simply retreated to their home dimension before any serious damage could be dealt. Only the most stupid of Flayed Ones could be killed in such a fashion, however, the effort had to be made, as was customary in every battle in which the Cursed Flayers appeared. Their curse was even more grotesque than the Destroyer curse, both of which racked through the Necron ranks, making many a victim. While the Necron's bodies were as close to immortal as one could get, their minds were still vulnerable.
As the pod flew away, the Necron held up a strange orb from the pocket dimension where most of his personal artifacts were stored. The orb sprang apart, seemingly exploding into tiny bits of debris. Except the debris moved. Flying after the pod, the specially modified scarabs latched onto the bottom of the pod. While the Necron Lord was confident in his victory over the planet's forces, it was always best to have a handle on those in charge. The Clone Empress was wounded, and he would want to take her down or take her hostage in order to utterly destroy her military.
Goddamnit, sorry, I'll actually post for Mithias as well.
Personally, I quite like how Ural and Magnus absolutely hate each other's guts, but they're forced to work together.
Personally, I quite like how Ural and Magnus absolutely hate each other's guts, but they're forced to work together.
Wraithblade6 said
Must.... not... kill... wiz....
Shikaru said
must resist urge to exterminate wizardguy ^_^. lol.
*Holds up hands*
I'm innocent! Well, I'm not, but stilL!
Ural took the vial and injected himself with it. Had it been up to him, he would have slaughtered Magnus right there, but unfortunately, his honor compelled him to follow up on the promise he had made. However, something far more interesting occurred right in front of the werewolf Alpha when he witnessed Magnus falling to the ground in rage. His teeth bared in something some might consider a grin. He had seen the same reactions from other vampires, when he'd ripped sireling apart in front of sire. There was little vampires bonded to in the world, but sirelings were as children to them, and one of the very few things that evoked such a response. They were most satisfying to kill. "So Dresden is dead. The abomination has finally left this world."
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