As a science nerd, Guilt's weaponry is giving me a headache >.>
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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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The Shrines of Annihilation marched forwards, purging the very ground with their flames. However, Kami had made a mistake in underestimating the vampire's preparedness to utilize technology, and their control over the country. For even as they proceeded to take control of the ground floor, several large cruise missiles struck the ground around them. It was relatively ineffective against the fast-moving and heavily armoured Shrines, but several of them were destroyed. A great fireball was formed when the fuel tanks were ignited, tearing apart the structures from the inside. It was a stark reminder that Magnus, unlike some of the more regressive of the Oldbloods, was fully prepared to use modern weaponry.
"Trace those missiles, send a unit of 3 Shrines towards it's location. Cover them with a single opening missile. We need control of the long-range weaponry in the area if we want to hold it." Even as he spoke, three of the large tanks moved away. The missiles had been launched from a nearby location, most likely a silo previously owned by Soldier. Soon it would once more be under Purge control.
"They're hiding in their bunker. We can't move in, their ground forces would decimate us. However, we can smoke them out." Several groups of Purge soldiers emerge from trucks and place large Smoke Machines down, setting them up to keep a thick mist. Even Oldbloods would feel this one, and it was impossible to walk around without getting soaking wet. The water would counteract most regenerative abilities, making the vampires far more vulnerable. "Once their leaders appear, we move in. However, that doesn't mean we can't support from afar."
The chopper lands relatively close to the bunker, even as Kami hands out a group of Anti-Tank Sniper Rifles, designed with 20cm long rounds equipped with Tungsten points and an explosive charge. The rifles themselves were 2.5 meters long, and nearly impossible to run around with. They had to be reloaded after each shot, and if not properly handled the recoil could tear a man's arm off. But for the sheer amount of firepower, they were completely worth it. "Any of you who know how to use one of these, help snipe. If any armoured vamps or vamp vehicles show up, aim for the munitions. If you set that off, you can blow the tank sky-high."
"Trace those missiles, send a unit of 3 Shrines towards it's location. Cover them with a single opening missile. We need control of the long-range weaponry in the area if we want to hold it." Even as he spoke, three of the large tanks moved away. The missiles had been launched from a nearby location, most likely a silo previously owned by Soldier. Soon it would once more be under Purge control.
"They're hiding in their bunker. We can't move in, their ground forces would decimate us. However, we can smoke them out." Several groups of Purge soldiers emerge from trucks and place large Smoke Machines down, setting them up to keep a thick mist. Even Oldbloods would feel this one, and it was impossible to walk around without getting soaking wet. The water would counteract most regenerative abilities, making the vampires far more vulnerable. "Once their leaders appear, we move in. However, that doesn't mean we can't support from afar."
The chopper lands relatively close to the bunker, even as Kami hands out a group of Anti-Tank Sniper Rifles, designed with 20cm long rounds equipped with Tungsten points and an explosive charge. The rifles themselves were 2.5 meters long, and nearly impossible to run around with. They had to be reloaded after each shot, and if not properly handled the recoil could tear a man's arm off. But for the sheer amount of firepower, they were completely worth it. "Any of you who know how to use one of these, help snipe. If any armoured vamps or vamp vehicles show up, aim for the munitions. If you set that off, you can blow the tank sky-high."
@supertinyking
Moments after the birth, the room was suddenly filled with unwelcome guests. Voidwalker appeared, bringing with her Mia and Cosmos. The new group smiled, even as Bahamut appears behind the Drac family. He seems to stare around at the gathered people, clearly confused, before he realizes the Drac family is here. Mia in the meantime is already scanning the place, Voidwalker already preparing her portals for battle, and Cosmos already tearing at the magic of this world. "Ozzy and Drac are already gone. It's a shame I have to further separate this family, but we'll be taking the child. Don't try to fight back. We both know that you'd die."
Bahamut prepares his katana, as he smiles. "What, so the old bastard croaked? Tsh. It seems I'll have to take what I can get then." He points his blade at Bug. "I'll rip you to pieces, kid."
Moments after the birth, the room was suddenly filled with unwelcome guests. Voidwalker appeared, bringing with her Mia and Cosmos. The new group smiled, even as Bahamut appears behind the Drac family. He seems to stare around at the gathered people, clearly confused, before he realizes the Drac family is here. Mia in the meantime is already scanning the place, Voidwalker already preparing her portals for battle, and Cosmos already tearing at the magic of this world. "Ozzy and Drac are already gone. It's a shame I have to further separate this family, but we'll be taking the child. Don't try to fight back. We both know that you'd die."
Bahamut prepares his katana, as he smiles. "What, so the old bastard croaked? Tsh. It seems I'll have to take what I can get then." He points his blade at Bug. "I'll rip you to pieces, kid."
@supertinyking
Matt cries out as his leg is crushed by the sudden impact, dropping him to the floor. However, he wasn't planning on giving up easily. Even as Rogen charges towards Matt, and Delta moves to assist him, Matt himself pulled out what appeared to be a button. "I've got 500 megatons of explosives on me! That's enough to kill you guys, the chickmonster, this jackass, and every other being on this planet that likes to breathe. So everybody shut the F*** up and sit down before I blow this planet out of orbit!" Even as they calm down, Rogen concerned with Honey's safety, Matt looks over the people present. "What the shit was that? Who the shit are you?" He points at Rogen accusingly, even as a small drone begins tending to his wound.
Matt cries out as his leg is crushed by the sudden impact, dropping him to the floor. However, he wasn't planning on giving up easily. Even as Rogen charges towards Matt, and Delta moves to assist him, Matt himself pulled out what appeared to be a button. "I've got 500 megatons of explosives on me! That's enough to kill you guys, the chickmonster, this jackass, and every other being on this planet that likes to breathe. So everybody shut the F*** up and sit down before I blow this planet out of orbit!" Even as they calm down, Rogen concerned with Honey's safety, Matt looks over the people present. "What the shit was that? Who the shit are you?" He points at Rogen accusingly, even as a small drone begins tending to his wound.
@Tyki
@supertinyking
Even as Minx fought off 5's domination of her mind, he seemed to simply stare her down. "You're becoming quite the nuisance. Allow me to give you a reminder of who the most powerful Sith in the Multiverse is." And even as she felt the Force move around her, Minx was suddenly frozen in fear. It wasn't fear of the technique, despite her recognition. It was a fear of what it meant. What it implied. For the move he was executing was unheard of among the Sith, knowledge of it had been wiped out. There was only one Sith who had mastered this move, only one Sith who would have been able to teach it.
Only Darkside.
It was an almost familiar image. That power she had previously thought could never come from another source, that move that had been wiped from the face of the world when Darkside had had his memories wiped. "This will be the end of your interfering." For the power that was seeping through Minx was ripping at her Soul. It was seperating it, sundering it, with extreme precision. A technique that was cutting straight through all her defences. 5 wasn't simply attacking her. He was ripping her Force powers out of her, obliterating her capability as a Sith.
It was then that an explosion struck. A massive wave of energy surrounded both 5 and Minx, as metallic screams echoed through the air. Emotional energy projected into a weapon of mass destruction, a sensation that could only be matched by beings such as Bob. The weapon tore at the Force barriers that protected 5, and tore apart a large part of his body. Thousands of tiny devices had dropped to the floor, crushed underfoot as the Omegan stumbled around. He had been caught by surprise.
Stein dashed forward, making full use of the opening that had been created. Shooting through the dust, scalpel in hand. A Vector Plate appeared beneath him, propelling him forwards like a rocket, as he shot past 5. A precision slice with Shirotai, a masterful dissection, a seperation of souls. A strike not at the being's core, but rather at the energies keeping him together. Even as the razor seered through metallic flesh, and 5 turned to react, his massive collection of souls was shattered.
Screaming, he dropped to the ground. Energy burst off of his chest and from his eyes, his souls going berserk inside of him. Lightning crackled uncontrollably across him, the revolt of his own mind and soul. After moments he rose once more, practically in shambles. The collected attacks had worn away his defences and ripped his core to pieces. Stein and Mia stood besides him, and everyone knew the fight was over. 5 would no longer be able to fight back.
["Cease fire. We've got him. It's over."] Stein looked over his prize, even as he stood between 5 and Minx, if she was still alive. "So, you've got what you wanted. However, I'm afraid I will be taking him now. Don't turn this into a situation."
@supertinyking
Even as Minx fought off 5's domination of her mind, he seemed to simply stare her down. "You're becoming quite the nuisance. Allow me to give you a reminder of who the most powerful Sith in the Multiverse is." And even as she felt the Force move around her, Minx was suddenly frozen in fear. It wasn't fear of the technique, despite her recognition. It was a fear of what it meant. What it implied. For the move he was executing was unheard of among the Sith, knowledge of it had been wiped out. There was only one Sith who had mastered this move, only one Sith who would have been able to teach it.
Only Darkside.
It was an almost familiar image. That power she had previously thought could never come from another source, that move that had been wiped from the face of the world when Darkside had had his memories wiped. "This will be the end of your interfering." For the power that was seeping through Minx was ripping at her Soul. It was seperating it, sundering it, with extreme precision. A technique that was cutting straight through all her defences. 5 wasn't simply attacking her. He was ripping her Force powers out of her, obliterating her capability as a Sith.
It was then that an explosion struck. A massive wave of energy surrounded both 5 and Minx, as metallic screams echoed through the air. Emotional energy projected into a weapon of mass destruction, a sensation that could only be matched by beings such as Bob. The weapon tore at the Force barriers that protected 5, and tore apart a large part of his body. Thousands of tiny devices had dropped to the floor, crushed underfoot as the Omegan stumbled around. He had been caught by surprise.
Stein dashed forward, making full use of the opening that had been created. Shooting through the dust, scalpel in hand. A Vector Plate appeared beneath him, propelling him forwards like a rocket, as he shot past 5. A precision slice with Shirotai, a masterful dissection, a seperation of souls. A strike not at the being's core, but rather at the energies keeping him together. Even as the razor seered through metallic flesh, and 5 turned to react, his massive collection of souls was shattered.
Screaming, he dropped to the ground. Energy burst off of his chest and from his eyes, his souls going berserk inside of him. Lightning crackled uncontrollably across him, the revolt of his own mind and soul. After moments he rose once more, practically in shambles. The collected attacks had worn away his defences and ripped his core to pieces. Stein and Mia stood besides him, and everyone knew the fight was over. 5 would no longer be able to fight back.
["Cease fire. We've got him. It's over."] Stein looked over his prize, even as he stood between 5 and Minx, if she was still alive. "So, you've got what you wanted. However, I'm afraid I will be taking him now. Don't turn this into a situation."
@Slendy
Alice cocked her head at the question. "Species? None, really." It was true. She was a unique creature, unclassified by science. It wasn't even defined whether she was an animal, plant, fungus or microbe. "I was created in a lab, in this city. Over there." She pointed to a clinical-looking place on the other side of city. From this distance it was impossible to make up any details, or even whether the place was still in business, but it definitely looked like a lab. "I'm not entirely sure if the word species applies. There's only one of me. Or a lot of me. Depends on how you look at it."
Alice cocked her head at the question. "Species? None, really." It was true. She was a unique creature, unclassified by science. It wasn't even defined whether she was an animal, plant, fungus or microbe. "I was created in a lab, in this city. Over there." She pointed to a clinical-looking place on the other side of city. From this distance it was impossible to make up any details, or even whether the place was still in business, but it definitely looked like a lab. "I'm not entirely sure if the word species applies. There's only one of me. Or a lot of me. Depends on how you look at it."
The city was a beautiful creature, when observed from above. The differences between the practicioners of magic and the users of advanced technology had caused a great contrast, as the city had bee divided into several areas. Futuristic-looking areas, interspersed with scenes that looked like they came from Lord of the Rings. A farmer's market was occurring in one of the many middlegrounds, an area where tech was accepted, but not built into everything. It was a silly division, but those that used magic had historically always rejected advances in science, and the two were almost diametrically opposed.
Using the Absolute Eye, Shiro observed the many going-ons in the city. A minor crime in some alley, a fool attempting to mug a drunk man. It was simple enough to teleport in a pile of bricks, ending the mugger's life with hardly any effort. But today Shiro wasn't on the lookout for petty criminals, he was hunting far greater prey. It was doubtful that Cataclysm would show his face within the city, but undoubtedly someone in this city had the information he needed. Someone in this city would know how to find Cataclysm, or at least the first clue that would get him started.
Far below, a man in what appeared to be power armour walked into a rough-looking bar. Power armour was a speciality of Shiro's, and the fellow had looked to have recently been in a fight. Probably unrelated, but it was the best lead he had at the moment. As such, he moved to behind the stranger and followed him into the bar, looking around at the scum that gathered here. The smell of alcohol and sweat was thick and sweat, almost drowning out the slight hint of burnt pork chops. This place was disgusting, a place for the masses to waste away their lives away and for criminals to set up their targets.
"I don't suppose either of you fine gentlemen could help me?" He took a seat next to Mr Crispy, ordering a milk. It got him a strange look, but nobody was going to argue with the dude in full armour. Getting drunk made you sloppy, and if this situation turned sour being drunk could get him killed. "There's a certain individual that goes by the name of Cataclysm. He's a villain responsible for several deaths, and undoubtedly will soon be responsible for more." Shiro received his drink, nodding at the bartender. His face was covered by his helmet, preventing anyone from reading his expression. "Now, I can see that you've gotten into a bit of a scuffle recently. Based on the smell, you barbecued said scuffle. So her I am, thinking there might be some connection."
Using the Absolute Eye, Shiro observed the many going-ons in the city. A minor crime in some alley, a fool attempting to mug a drunk man. It was simple enough to teleport in a pile of bricks, ending the mugger's life with hardly any effort. But today Shiro wasn't on the lookout for petty criminals, he was hunting far greater prey. It was doubtful that Cataclysm would show his face within the city, but undoubtedly someone in this city had the information he needed. Someone in this city would know how to find Cataclysm, or at least the first clue that would get him started.
Far below, a man in what appeared to be power armour walked into a rough-looking bar. Power armour was a speciality of Shiro's, and the fellow had looked to have recently been in a fight. Probably unrelated, but it was the best lead he had at the moment. As such, he moved to behind the stranger and followed him into the bar, looking around at the scum that gathered here. The smell of alcohol and sweat was thick and sweat, almost drowning out the slight hint of burnt pork chops. This place was disgusting, a place for the masses to waste away their lives away and for criminals to set up their targets.
"I don't suppose either of you fine gentlemen could help me?" He took a seat next to Mr Crispy, ordering a milk. It got him a strange look, but nobody was going to argue with the dude in full armour. Getting drunk made you sloppy, and if this situation turned sour being drunk could get him killed. "There's a certain individual that goes by the name of Cataclysm. He's a villain responsible for several deaths, and undoubtedly will soon be responsible for more." Shiro received his drink, nodding at the bartender. His face was covered by his helmet, preventing anyone from reading his expression. "Now, I can see that you've gotten into a bit of a scuffle recently. Based on the smell, you barbecued said scuffle. So her I am, thinking there might be some connection."
@Cuccoruler
If you want to, sure. If you can pull it off, fighting Cthulu could be awesome.
And yeah, happily ^^.
If you want to, sure. If you can pull it off, fighting Cthulu could be awesome.
And yeah, happily ^^.
@supertinyking
((and here I thought 5 was in space beside the ships. Shows what I know.))
As Minx launched herself forward, 5 simply smiled. Her control over the Dark Side was amazing, and he could already feel his own powers being measured and countered. Any energy he applied was countered by an equal and opposite source of energy. It was Darkside's power and expertise, reborn in this child of darkness. At some level that base rage, that unbridled furious power, was endearing. And it would be his route to victory.
Much as he had done with Kevin, he simply resonated with Minx. Even as Mia ran forward, trying to spray Minx with the insulating fluid, she was too late. Minx's anger made the perfect gateway, and Absolute Resonance was established. Minx could feel her body twitching, even as her mind was filled with ever more hatred, her Soul serving now as a mere conduit to 5's powers.
Both forces united, 5 manipulating Minx. Their strengths combined redirected blasts and lasers, several Sergal infantry being blown to pieces by their own weaponry. But it was only then that 5 revealed his true knowledge on Sith techniques. An intricate and specialized technique that required unparralelled skill and focus. He reached into the bodies of the Sergal Soldiers, changing and manipulating their internal structure. They fell to the ground, convulsing and screaming, as their blood was turned to acid. Their skin broke, and their eyes dripped from their sockets, as 5 and Minx stood in the centre of it all.
The first wave of Sergal troops had been completely annihilated. Mia herself was flung through a building, much like one would shrug off a small child. If one were the Hulk, that is. Minx was a battery, her power added to 5's own, and combined they were unstoppable. Perhaps this was the greatest power in the history of the Sith, as 5 reached up and started pulling the corvettes out of the sky and into the planet's surface. But this was not, as some might think, the end.
About ten meters away, Stein stood. His Soul was hidden, a special trick he had developed for the day when he would have to defeat someone with his own ability. In his hand was the White Blade, the scalpel capable of cutting through souls. ["Hello, this is Stein speaking. If you wish for this attack to have any success whatsoever, I recommend you follow my instructions. Our opponent is using another Sith as a power source, doubling his power if not worse. However, I believe I can break this bond if I get close. I need you to blind him. He won't be expecting someone who can elude his Soular Sense, and with his eyes out of the picture I'll be able to get close enough to break the bond, and weaken him again. Only then will this stand a chance of working."]
Mia, in the meantime, was on the floor. Part of her flesh had been ripped from her face, revealing the solid Black Blood beneath. She loved the way it stung, it made her feel alive. But she also knew that getting up would most likely mean death. So she stayed on the floor, for now.
((and here I thought 5 was in space beside the ships. Shows what I know.))
As Minx launched herself forward, 5 simply smiled. Her control over the Dark Side was amazing, and he could already feel his own powers being measured and countered. Any energy he applied was countered by an equal and opposite source of energy. It was Darkside's power and expertise, reborn in this child of darkness. At some level that base rage, that unbridled furious power, was endearing. And it would be his route to victory.
Much as he had done with Kevin, he simply resonated with Minx. Even as Mia ran forward, trying to spray Minx with the insulating fluid, she was too late. Minx's anger made the perfect gateway, and Absolute Resonance was established. Minx could feel her body twitching, even as her mind was filled with ever more hatred, her Soul serving now as a mere conduit to 5's powers.
Both forces united, 5 manipulating Minx. Their strengths combined redirected blasts and lasers, several Sergal infantry being blown to pieces by their own weaponry. But it was only then that 5 revealed his true knowledge on Sith techniques. An intricate and specialized technique that required unparralelled skill and focus. He reached into the bodies of the Sergal Soldiers, changing and manipulating their internal structure. They fell to the ground, convulsing and screaming, as their blood was turned to acid. Their skin broke, and their eyes dripped from their sockets, as 5 and Minx stood in the centre of it all.
The first wave of Sergal troops had been completely annihilated. Mia herself was flung through a building, much like one would shrug off a small child. If one were the Hulk, that is. Minx was a battery, her power added to 5's own, and combined they were unstoppable. Perhaps this was the greatest power in the history of the Sith, as 5 reached up and started pulling the corvettes out of the sky and into the planet's surface. But this was not, as some might think, the end.
About ten meters away, Stein stood. His Soul was hidden, a special trick he had developed for the day when he would have to defeat someone with his own ability. In his hand was the White Blade, the scalpel capable of cutting through souls. ["Hello, this is Stein speaking. If you wish for this attack to have any success whatsoever, I recommend you follow my instructions. Our opponent is using another Sith as a power source, doubling his power if not worse. However, I believe I can break this bond if I get close. I need you to blind him. He won't be expecting someone who can elude his Soular Sense, and with his eyes out of the picture I'll be able to get close enough to break the bond, and weaken him again. Only then will this stand a chance of working."]
Mia, in the meantime, was on the floor. Part of her flesh had been ripped from her face, revealing the solid Black Blood beneath. She loved the way it stung, it made her feel alive. But she also knew that getting up would most likely mean death. So she stayed on the floor, for now.
@supertinyking
Matt raised an eyebrow as the Old Clone Emperor landed his fighter craft. He of course felt an urge to study it, but was sufficiently tactful to realize that taking apart this fellow's ship might not be the best of ideas. "Yep, the name's Matt all right." He backed away towards his mech suit, unsure if he should run or fight from this intimidating fellow. He seemed to rapidly plug the bits of the gun back together, adding several extra parts from his pockets. He then tosses the created object at the Clone Emperor, smiling. "Heya, catch this big guy!"
Matt raised an eyebrow as the Old Clone Emperor landed his fighter craft. He of course felt an urge to study it, but was sufficiently tactful to realize that taking apart this fellow's ship might not be the best of ideas. "Yep, the name's Matt all right." He backed away towards his mech suit, unsure if he should run or fight from this intimidating fellow. He seemed to rapidly plug the bits of the gun back together, adding several extra parts from his pockets. He then tosses the created object at the Clone Emperor, smiling. "Heya, catch this big guy!"
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