thewizardguy

The Blood Compact

@The Grey Dust Yeah, he used to be my main vamp. The first Oldblood that entered the story, really. Although originally it was a religious title ^^. @Akje Nope, haven't reincarnated Johnathan in this one. The closest you'll get is Mathew.

The Metahuman Revolution

Really? You always place the spoken dialogue of the spell before the description of the manifested effects, so I assumed he spoke the spell before the effects manifested.

The Blood Compact

<Snipped quote by thewizardguy> IC, well in that case I'll hold Martin for a second. I'd like to have him run into Mithias and Gabriel at some point, but they shouldn't be the first characters he meets. I have some idea's as to his goals, but those depend OOC on who is going to be active and who isn't. So I'll wait for at least Rusalka or Grombus to post so I know for sure they are in the game. Were you planing to use Dresden this game?

@akje

Nope, Dresden died off-screen. Got himself killed by an even scarier incarnation of Onikage. Call him Kami no Kage, and he takes being a cyborg ninja to a whole new level.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

With a slight creak, the doorway opens. Not a simple door, made of simple matter. It was the thought of a door, the passageway to a new location, to a new existence. And even as the three walked through, they knew where they would end up. They had found what they were looking for, and they had found more. Voices whispered to them, and they knew it was their own. Memories, hopes, dreams. This world had not been one they found, rather it was one they had created. There mere presence had shaped it, their thoughts and memories giving it form. But now, it was time to return to reality. From the doorway they stepped, into the cavernous area that formed the centre of Oreilon V. This was the world that served as the Daemon Prison for the being known as Shiva, Daemon of Change, Balance and Unity. Here, the first of them would march into this reality, and would attempt to reshape it to their every whim. here, the collapse of the Multiverse would begin. Or so the Omegans had thought. This would be where they faced impossible odds, where they looked the end in the eye and kicked it in the nuts. This would be where they made a stand, and took fate into their own hands. Many years ago, the Chosen had faced an impossible evil, and they had defeated it. Stein had gathered the power of the Primals themselves, and yet he had fallen. A price had been paid, and sacrifices had been performed. Good people had died bad deaths. But existence had been saved, and the Multiverse had continued to exist. Once more, the Multiverse was threatened. And it was high time for the heroes of the story to get their shit into gear. ---------------------------------------- There is nothing preventing Asura from porting out.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Even as Ozzy zipped around, slashing at the nanobots, 5 simply stood still, waiting. Several cuts appeared in the host of nanobots, but then Ozzy made a mistake. For in his arrogance, he had believe himself to be indetectable, he had believed himself immortal. Fool as he was, he had even stopped, revealing himself, forgetting that 5 was a threat even here. For regardless of his physical form, 5 could sense Ozzy's soul, the very essence of his being, moving around at high speeds. His speeches, his foolishness, it was unimportant. "You believe this to be your master plan, your attack upon the followers of Omega?" In an instant, the entire Soular power of 5 was focused into a single instant, a burst of energy finely tuned, controlled with a precision unimaginable to lesser users. Everything was put into speed, all of his power. For a moment, 5's entire being WAS speed, he had redirected his very purpose into moving rapidly. A wave moved outwards, like thunder through the air, interrupting Ozzy's speech even as he had intended to move into the offensive. In that instant, in that blink of an eye, 5 had crossed the distance between them. Then and there, 5 had reached speeds far beyond even Ozzy's maximum, even here. 5 raised a hand, and simply tapped Ozzy on the forehead. Surprise. Surprise that 5 had reached such speeds, crushing his concept of invulnerability in this realm of his. But even more surprise that he had not been harmed. It was typical foolishness - by focusing his entire being into speed 5 had sacrificed all offensive power. At that point, after that movement, he could not have killed a fly, much less perform any meaningful damage to Ozzy. But the surprise was all that he needed. The overwhelming surprise that had flooded Ozzy's thoughts for a mere moment was tinged, of course, with caution, anger, reassurance found in arrogance.... there was no such thing as perfect surprise. It was no gateway into the perfect synchronisation that would lead to Ozzy's immediate demise. "This is not your grand plan. You would fail, but I would fail to kill you. You would seek help, gathering resources from your infernal brethren, and even resorting to dealing with Bob. You would make pacts with the Chosen, and you would support them into defeating us. You would mastermind it all, saving the universe and reaping a benefit at once." Souls connected, as every one of the souls Ozzy carried with him was drawn into a resonance with 5's host of interconnected souls. That one instant had provided a fracture in his mental armour, an opportunity. For just a moment, he had been vulnerable, and the resonance that followed rapidly restored 5's spent energy. "It would all come to pass. As such, we have altered our plans from before. This time, we will eliminate you prematurely." Lightning blasted over Ozzy's skin, as his inner organs were assaulted, blood spewing from every orfice. But he would survive. This was his realm, here he was nearly indestructible. Even with 5 recharging, and pouring power into Ozzy. Even with his suit covering itself in his blood, he wouldn't fall. And the chances of such an opportunity presenting itself was small. With an explosive roar, the wall of Hell shattered. And through it, stepped a small train of individuals. Cloaked in power, each of them an individual on-level with 5. In front stood Cosmos, already shifting through and countering the hundreds of enchantments that made up this reality. And behind him stood the remaining members of the Omegans, power already gathering. They would burn Hell to the ground, and rip apart the very fabric of this world.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@kishin asura Don't worry. There's always a solution to any problem I throw at you guys, you just need to find it. Close the hole, defeat the Daemon, reverse time and space, whatever.... do something.

The Blood Compact

While theoretically Rusalka hasn't stated that she would leave, I doubt she is at all present at this stage.

S.H.I.E.L.D: New Heroes Initiative

Bearman marched into the cafeteria, his bright and unnerving smile lined with 2" teeth. He was assaulted from all sides by the smell of a hundred delicacies, or at least that's how he would refer to the many kinds of meat on display. He had always found raw meat to be nicer than the cooked variant, but there were just so many ways to cook a steak. Cooking gave a great variation, which was reason enough to love the table laid out before him. Ignoring the presence of chairs entirely, Bearman dropped on all fours, roaring in delight as he - quite literally - tore into a plate piled full of steak. From there he moved to chicken, pork, and a variety of spiced meats and sauces, regaining his manners once the greater part of his hunger had been sated. "It is a good man who knows how to serve good food!" This, for Bearman, was one of the best things in life. To be able to stuff your face and not care about the world.

The Blood Compact

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The Blood Compact

Kilo point was a flaming mess. The fires had long since burned down, but still groups of SOLDIER operatives walked the streets, attempting to pile the corpses. Purge, vampire, SOLDIER, they all lay together in piles, covered in those they had slain. Hundreds had fallen here, and the death had tainted the very air, every breathe drawing in the remains of a hundred bodies, fine ash mingled with the wind. Lives ripped to pieces, armies crushed beneath the undiscriminating foot of war. Now, only SOLDIER remained here to clean up the mess, burying their soldiers - or whatever remained of them - and burning the rest. The Purge weren't even granted an honorary burial, piled on the great fires together with the vampires they in life had so despised. The vampires had retreated, having simply run out of newbloods to throw in front of the hail of bullets and arrows fired by their mortal enemies. The Purge had moved on, their crusade burning a new path across the country, leaving only death in their wake. SOLDIER was divided, unsure of what to do and assaulted on all sides by political criticism. The country was falling apart, and those with wealth and power were already laying claim to the remains. Here lay Kilo Point, the first of many to come, a warning of future battles.