thewizardguy

Areapolis - City of Wonders! (Always Open)

I think it is....

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Well, perhaps you're bored because you're in a location completely removed from the current story, doing nothing much. Yes, things are looking dangerous. They're SUPPOSED to look dangerous. There's no point in winning when it's easy. And if you're afraid of me throwing in Omega, don't worry. This isn't the last seal. At most, the planet'll blow up.

The Blood Compact

Jesus Nazis FTW. And yeah. I pretty much created the Purge to consist of everything anti-vampire. Their armor and weapons mean that every Crusader can stand up to Newbloods in melee with ease. Their Automatic Crossbows are far less capable against powerful armor, but can instantly kill any vampire struck in the heart - even Oldbloods. The Baptizer functions much like a flamethrower, but with an extended range, fuel capacity and the advantage that it only harms vampires. They also use fire because..... well, because Inferno Tanks are just badass. No two ways around it, that was added solely for the badass factor.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Drac sighed, as he looked over to Bug. 'You always were far too melodramatic. Really, I should have abandoned you a long time ago. But I'm a kind man, I felt that I had to keep even a sorry wretch like you. Had I known how badly you'd fail, I would never have accepted you as my son, but left you right there to face the humans you enraged.' he walks forward, smiling sadly, energy playing across his armaments, and yet not focused into any truly offensive form. 'I've got some explaining to do, Bug. This place? I found something here, something that's changed my mind about a lot of things. And I've got a lot of things to explain to you.' Gabriel smiled, as he held up one hand. Hundreds of innocent humans wandered into the streets, wielding pots, pans, and knives, the occasional old rifle. Policemen seemed to be handing out shotguns, as the horde of makeshift soldiers wandered towards Mithias, mindless, oblivious to the world around them. They smiled, happy, their eyes glazed over, even as the first shots were fired. 'Do you really think you can hunt me, boy? You can't even tell what's real, and what isn't!'

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Even as the explosion occurred, 5 seemed to hold it at bay, a wall of force launching Kilroy away, together with the energy he emitted, a shield composed of vacuum and kinetic force blocking any physical phenomena. His own soular manipulation redirected any soular elements of the attack, warping them into just another power source for this mysterious being. As Minx emerged, 5 simply smiled, his form shifting to mimic that of Kilroy. 'Another one? I've already killed two. You have a minute, darling. All of you foolish little creatures, always living in the now, not realizing what your true priorities are. It seems your friend has forgotten, too....' The ground begins to tremble, as a strange energy shakes the ground. The very air trembles, as great chasms open up in the floor. In the distance, great winged beasts can be seen, growing rapidly closer, auras of powerful divine energy emanating from them. And yet, all of this power was eclipsed nearly instantly. From beneath, a vast aura could be felt, something unspeakable, something unimaginable. It was a mere glimpse, liek looking at the son through a keyhole. The very fabric of reality started shivering, as white light shot from deep beneath the Earth, entire areas seeming to start phasing out of this reality. 'London Bridge is falling down. And you're on it.'

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Tiny, don't dictate my actions. I haven't even defined whether that's an aspect of your imagination or not. Don't go assuming it'll throw you through a building.

The Blood Compact

Nope, already posted. Also, seeing as how Shikaru is gone, I vote Wraith for new GM. Also, Matt is in a coma somewhere in a hospital, and SOLDIER has retreated all forces from the ensuing battles.

The Blood Compact

Far above, a team of helicopters was busily recording the battle. Having long since abandoned the visual spectrum, they instead referred to infrared and ultraviolet scans, overlayed with radar arrangements. it was they that kept track of the hordes of vampires blow, directing the groups of Crusaders and Inferno Tanks to outflank their targets. It was also they that discovered the new front that had formed, two beings with no infrared signature - presumed to be vampires - incoming from the Western roads. Already, they had wiped out a dozen or more signatures, mapped in ultraviolet. It was unknown how they fought so effectively in the absolute darkness that had cloaked the grounds, but it gave them a definite edge over the other vampires present. Kami no kage received this information, as it was transmitted to his headgear. He had known, of course, that Bedhivere was nearby, and he had suspected that Bedhivere would be involved with this battle. However, based on the reports he was receiving, he would have no chance of slaying Bedhivere at such speeds. It appeared his opponent had the capability of teleportation, something which would be mapped and marked. It was unknown whether it was Bedhivere or Mo who had caused the absolute darkness, but either way it was a severe hindrance. It appeared that there was only one solution left. Running to the nearest Inferno Tank, Kami no Kage hopped on the back. The tank turned rapidly, crushing a lamp post as it did so. To those few surviving SOLDIER agents who might be watching, it would be perplexing that the tank had turned away from the battle. At full speed, it shot towards the Western Road, a number of vampires getting crushed under the treads. This entire area was unclean, everything here was unworthy of saving. Those who had died, and would die, would be heroes, and revered by their brethren. 'Initiate Purge' A second set of helicopters hovered, above those that had recorded. They contained no recording equipment. Instead, they had been spread out over the battlefield for a completely different reason. As the hangar bays below opened, large black shapes dropped downwards. One per helicopter, four in total, placed for maximum efficiency. This entire area was unclean. Everything was to be purged. Everything would burn.

The Blood Compact

Vincent didn't hear what his attacker had to say. In fact, he was barely aware that he'd just been attacked. He had been killed, in fact - although he hadn't quite realised it yet, as his brain sought to comprehend the sudden snapping of his neck, the lack of sensation in his body, the slow darkness that was creeping across his vision. Of course, it did click, what seemed like an eternity later. His neck had been snapped, and without blood, it would take a mere 21 seconds for the brain to die out. After about 11 seconds it would become incapable of cognitive thought, entering a comatose state. His time in this world was limited. Of course, this entire eternity, in truth, compromised only 2 seconds. It is in our most desperate moments that our perception of time shifts so drastically. As if the entire life one could have lived was desperately attempting to realize itself in those frail few moments before the inevitable hand of death struck. However, what for most was an eternity of torment, a slow scroll through their life, to Vincent, was a chance. His last chance in fact. For his attacker had failed to realize something. A mechanical suit such as that wielded by a Paladin - the title Vincent wielded - required a plug placed directly in the base of the spine. A mechanical translator, to bring the fury of the mind to the fist of iron. And even as his mind started to shut down, his sword dropped to the floor, servomotors spinning into action. Loudly, he crashed through the lines of Crusaders, as they desperately moved aside of the lumbering behemoth. Beofre him, the great wolf ripped through the knights who desperately attempted to fend off her claws, blades flashing, only to be repelled by her thick hide. Great sweeps from her claws smashed into those who came too close, throwing even the metal-clad warriors through the air to crash into their comrades. In the darkness, they fought only by their infrared - usually used only to identify vampires from their lack of heat signature. And yet, the roaring of machinery tore through this desperate battlefield. The mechanized suit smashed into Lady Mo, arms clamping around the beast's muscled neck as it was driven backwards. Even as claws rended at the thick armour, there were no shouts, not even whispers. As servomotors locked, mechanical arms unyielding, fingers interlocked with one another, Vincent had already died. And yet, even in death, he served. Rumbling around the corner came the third tank, which had previously been stationed at a roadblock. The massive Inferno Canon swiveled around, and deep within the flames already billowed to a ready. A special composite of oxygenated magnesium and napalm, fired at high speeds, liquid blue flame. Lady Mo found herself staring at a rain of blue fire, held in place by a walking tank.

The Blood Compact

Alright, I'd say we've more-less come to an agreement. Sorry we held up the posting for everybody, I hope there are no hard feelings.