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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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@akje

A construct of his mind is a fully functional being - to all intents and purposes it is seperate from his being. If he imagines it to have it's own intelligence, then it does have it's own intelligence. As such, it has it's own memory and thought pattern. They are not merely golems formed by his will, but rather manipulations of reality itself.

Effects caused by the construct - such as fire, or the destruction of an object - do not disappear once the construct appears. Even if the fire on the torch was a Construct, it simply served as a trigger for a perfectly natural fire on other objects, meaning that these effects are not reliant on James.

Of course, this is based on my own interpretation of the power, and I would ask that Arowne make it known if I am incorrect in answering any of these questions.
People crowded through the streets of Aegis Central, the hub in the centre of the city that contained most of it's shop. Well, not people in the strictest sense, at least not all of them. Demons walked alongside humans, and some of those figures who mingled through were beings even more obscure and mysterious. Great horned figures, many-armed snakes, and giant four-legged monsters. And yet, even those humans who walked among them matched them, having been blessed or cursed with supernatural capabilities, ranging from immense physical prowess to the abstract art of manipulating the mind. A delicate balance of power, overseen by those with the greatest gifts of them all - the gift to rule, and to control, the masses.

It was here that a series of events would occur, eventually to grow and escalate into either catastrophe or victory. Forces outside of sight prepared plots and plans, as the Demon Princes placed their hungry eyes of the souls of man. It was a small group of figures, who would then eventually determine the outcome of this series of events.

Unbeknownst to them, they were about to be drawn into the greatest cataclysm since WWIII.

[Main Street - North Side of Aegis]

With an explosive blast, the face of a weapon shop was blown to pieces. A figure dressed in casual clothing shot through, a gauntlet formed from mysterious black metal on each hand. A second figure, tall and imposing, walked from within the building, hundreds of tiny white lights floating about him. Each faced off, a silence prevailing for a moment, before both rushed at one another once more. Blades extending from the guantlets as the black metal reformed itself - white lights flowing from the tall man's sleeves before exploding in flashes of bright light.
I'm making a GM call that creatures and objects created by the hallucinations are Constructs, they are generated and given shape by James and his mind. As such, when James' attention shifts, they simply cease to exist. They exist in the physical world only for as long as they exist within his mind.

This also means that knocking out James, or killing him, would instantly destroy anything created by his delusions. Much in the way that water only maintains the shape of it's container, the container being formed from James' mind.

This can, of course, be debated if anyone has different opinions on this matter.
Oh damn, I hadn't even noticed this. Sorry Makarov, Horrid. I'll try and post soon.
"The threat of the Oldbloods has been measured, and is controlled. Our highly capable operatives will take care of any new threat that may occur from this 'Void' character."

They had never intended to work with him, of course. Kami no Kage, the legendary assassin, had been lead into a trap. Heathens, unwilling to accept reality, and using every opportunity to showcase their godless hatred. Had they been willing to accept grace, after all, they would not be heathens to begin with. In the very offer of such Kami no Kage had made a mistake, and one that he now accepted. He would repent for it, and he would personally need to clean up the loose ends created.

From the shadows, the sniper took aim. Multiple SOLDIER agents were in place, weapons aimed at the figure in white in the centre of the room, even as the man spoke once more.

"Your organisation has formed a threat to both the physical and moral integrity of America. Through your actions you have become an enemy to us all, a terrorist. Your organization will be disbanded, but you will have no part in it."

A trigger squeezed, and a bullet missed.

A simple step back, based on a preliminary fligh-path calculation. A recognition and realization the speed of which couldn't be handled by normal human beings. But that was why prodigies were named as such. Even as the bang echoed through the room, the spinning white figure set it's sights on his opponents, knives sliding down from the sleeves of it's outfits. Triggers being squeezed, an automatic check of the automatic fire setting. Rapid consideration of gravity, pressure, weapon types and firing lines, hundreds of bullets calculated before even a single shot was fired.

Bursts of fire echoed alongside the screams of men, until all fell into silence. A single figure stepped from that room, covered in the blood of heretics. White robes shredded, veil unbroken. Bright blue eyes staring out from under them, as an alarm sounded. Each hand held a pistol, modern make, as the area was scanned. Up the sleeves awaited a fan of blades, already bathing in the blood of those who would dare cross the Purge.

It seemed peace had never truly been an option.

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The target had arrived at an airport approximately ten minutes ago. SOLDIER movements had prevented the mobilization of the Purge, regular patrols and tracking mechanisms prevented the movement of armoured collumns, or even large groups of Crusaders. Of course, being aware of movement, and being able to stop it, were two completely different things.

With a soft humming, the artificial muscles powered up. Plates of armoured glass, a dozen weapons manufactured to eliminate all vampires. A visor with vision in the infrared, ultraviolet, and visual spectrum. With nary a sound, the figure moved, clad in the greatest weapon ever developed by man. The products of millions in funding, and an international interest in the annihilation of all vampires. Kami no Kage had arrived, marching from an inconspicuous BMW.

[This area will be Purged in 2 minutes. We will deal with SOLDIER. The Heathens will die along with the beasts.]

"Yes, sir."

Bulletproof suits, Bullpup rifles, visored helmets with bulletproof glass. The agents of Purge quickly spread out, weapons at the ready, as they prepared to annihilate the enemy. Today, their targets weren't vampires. Their targets were those humans who had failed humanity, and would burn for their failure. Today, the Purge declared War.
James is accepted, glad to have you on board Arowne.
Thanks, glad to hear it (=
All right, this seems to have slowed down for some reason. I'm going to wait a day, see if anyone else joins, then start up the IC. Make sure this doesn't die before it begins.
@The Grey Dust

I wasn't being serious.......
Was the Daemon defeated by Drac's attack? Are you guys all screwed?

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