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Shiro didn't even bother killing the shadow clone, knowing it's nature the moment he saw it. It contained no life of it's own, it was a mere reflection of the true being. And yet even as he jumped towards the amphibian creature, blade in hand, a lightning strike erupted in front of him, forcing him back. He hissed, his kill having been stolen from him. But he also recognized the true threat here. The Guardians had been unable to catch him, and he was able to launch powerful long-range attacks. It was clear the midget was the real threat here, and he would need to watch out for him.
It was then that a dragon appeared out of nowhere, it's breath of frost encasing a Guardian in a complete block of ice. It was a norse dragon, one of the ancient enemies of the Dragon Emperor. They were traitors to their own kind, a filthy abomination. The lesser relatives of truly great creatures, to be hunted down and killed at every possible opportunity. Shiro had heard legends of their greed, of their hate, of their arrogance. He would need to ensure this dragon did not escape, and he jumped towards it. Dodging and ducking, he had completely ignored the midget's words, attempting to quite literally cut off one of their means of escape. He jumped from shadow to shadow, narrowly dodging a blast of frost in his direction, using his special sight to anticipate his opponent's moves before they happened.
Markus found himself once more charged by a Guardian, as they spread out through the garden. However, he also felt the air shift. As if a storm were coming, and one not in his control. It was like a pressure, an immense wall of power ready to roll over this world, and he could feel the skies beginning to churn out of his control. A power was opposing his abilities, challenging his control of the sky with their own might. And Markus had no doubt that whatever was coming would be far more dangerous than a couple of overgrown spiders. A being with control over the storm to rival his own.
Mithias, even as he began to teleport away, was covered in tiny, glowing figures. Some humanoid, others more like animals. Strange insects with glowing eyes and shifting bodies, tiny people with massively oversized heads. They sat on Mithias and whispered to him, asking him who he was, what he was. He could feel the plants growing over his body, shielding him from the rest of the world, even as these tiny creatures indulged their curiosity. After all, he was the only one not currently engaged in destroying things.
Shiro didn't even bother killing the shadow clone, knowing it's nature the moment he saw it. It contained no life of it's own, it was a mere reflection of the true being. And yet even as he jumped towards the amphibian creature, blade in hand, a lightning strike erupted in front of him, forcing him back. He hissed, his kill having been stolen from him. But he also recognized the true threat here. The Guardians had been unable to catch him, and he was able to launch powerful long-range attacks. It was clear the midget was the real threat here, and he would need to watch out for him.
It was then that a dragon appeared out of nowhere, it's breath of frost encasing a Guardian in a complete block of ice. It was a norse dragon, one of the ancient enemies of the Dragon Emperor. They were traitors to their own kind, a filthy abomination. The lesser relatives of truly great creatures, to be hunted down and killed at every possible opportunity. Shiro had heard legends of their greed, of their hate, of their arrogance. He would need to ensure this dragon did not escape, and he jumped towards it. Dodging and ducking, he had completely ignored the midget's words, attempting to quite literally cut off one of their means of escape. He jumped from shadow to shadow, narrowly dodging a blast of frost in his direction, using his special sight to anticipate his opponent's moves before they happened.
Markus found himself once more charged by a Guardian, as they spread out through the garden. However, he also felt the air shift. As if a storm were coming, and one not in his control. It was like a pressure, an immense wall of power ready to roll over this world, and he could feel the skies beginning to churn out of his control. A power was opposing his abilities, challenging his control of the sky with their own might. And Markus had no doubt that whatever was coming would be far more dangerous than a couple of overgrown spiders. A being with control over the storm to rival his own.
Mithias, even as he began to teleport away, was covered in tiny, glowing figures. Some humanoid, others more like animals. Strange insects with glowing eyes and shifting bodies, tiny people with massively oversized heads. They sat on Mithias and whispered to him, asking him who he was, what he was. He could feel the plants growing over his body, shielding him from the rest of the world, even as these tiny creatures indulged their curiosity. After all, he was the only one not currently engaged in destroying things.
WALL OF TEXT! Haha!
Reading Tiny's post I just got really inspired, and knew I had to make that post a thing. So that's a thing now. Sorry if it's a bit on the long side, but I felt like I had to touch all the bases.
Reading Tiny's post I just got really inspired, and knew I had to make that post a thing. So that's a thing now. Sorry if it's a bit on the long side, but I felt like I had to touch all the bases.
@supertinyking
((I know this is a slight timeskip, but I have to make this post. We can just act like your post was a week in the past, as it doesn't really change anything.))
It had been about a week since the incident that had taken Lily Forager's left arm. She had made a full recovery, physically. The hospitals had treated her wound, and refilled the blood she had lost. Synthetic, created in a lab. It was all very advanced. But Lily wasn't from a rich family, and there was no way her father could afford a complete limb reconstruction. The best they'd been able to do was a little stump, and with every passing day reconstruction became less likely.
Alexander Stone sighed, as he looked over his papers. It was in his line of work to deal with tragedy, but it was cases like these that he worked for. It was children like her that he sought to help. And thus it infuriated him all the more when she refused to listen, when she clamped up the way she did.
"Lucy, look at me. That's right, I'm over here." The girl's eyes focused once more on Alexander, as he smiled gently at her. But even as she looked at him, it was like she looked right past him. Staring off into some unseen nightmare, some horrific daydream that she would never be able to escape from. "Lucy, this is a safe place. Remember? There's no need to look out the window."
Once more, the girl's focus left him. Her eyes wandered across the room, before coming to settle on the window. Wordlessly she continued to stare, and Alexander, after a moment, stood up to turn down the blinds. "Does the light bother you? Don't worry. We're on the seventh story, nothing can come in through there." The girl didn't reply, but rather stared down, at the empty paper in front of her. She didn't speak, as she hadn't since her traumatic experience. He could see the pain in her eyes, and yet he didn't know how to help her. He could do nothing unless she reached out first, and he hated himself for his helplessness.
There was a polite knock on the door. Alexander stood, already knowing who it was. Lily didn't relax, continuing to stare at the paper silently. He already knew who it was, their time was over. As he opened the door, James was standing behind it looking anxious. The man smiled anxiously, a glint of suspicion still evident in his eyes as his eyes instantly darted to his daughter. "Ah, Mr Forager. Lily is right here."
James nodded nervously, grinning sheepishly at Alexander. He tried to make a statement, but, failing to find the right words, simply walked over to his daughter. Talking softly to her, he coaxed her off the leather chair, taking a hold of her hand. Alexander simply watched, knowing the pain James felt. As James turned to leave, he nodded to Alexander. "Thank you, Mr Stone. I.... I know I can't afford the time you..."
"You're not the only father in the world, James." Alexander's smile was a sad one. "I hope I'll see Lily back next week." For a moment, a strange spike of resentment flared in him. Not at the sheepish, awkwardly grateful standing before him. Nor at Lily, the girl who now stood so solemnly by his side. He felt resentment at himself. For even as he extended his help so charitably, he knew he wasn't making any progress. But he couldn't bear himself to say anything as James looked at him, a tiny glimmer of hope in his eye. The man had been through too much, and hope was the only thing that kept him moving.
"Yeah, we'll be back. Thanks again." With those words, James left the carefully designed office of Alexander Stone. He lead his catatonic daughter down to the elevator, the people quickly making space for them. They bore that look of pity he had come to despise, for no reason other than the fact that it reminded him of his current situation.
The last few days were a waking nightmare. The hospital had been a blur, he remembered nothing. Not the concerned people who had found him sobbing next to his daughter, not the police officers surveying the scene, not the medics in their white suits rushing her into a stasis pod. People had told him later that he'd been in shock. It made sense, he supposed. But even now he had no idea how he'd gotten back into his bed, how he'd managed to sleep after that day. All he remembered was the nightmares.
Some time later, James sat at home. In her room, Lily had finally gone to sleep. He stared out into space, thinking of what to think. He tried to sort his thoughts, to sort his emotions. In the light of this event, Lily's schooling fees had disappeared. He was able to pay off Rick's men, for now. But what if he lost his job at the factory? What if they replaced him with another one of those damn clones? What if he no longer had the income to pay off the underworld, as well as support his daughter. Endless scenarios of horror played out before his eyes, all the ways his life could possibly go to sleep. And throughout it all he saw the face, the smirk that had been so prominently displayed on Rick's face. That horrifying look of smug indignation, as if he were merely swatting off an annoying bug.
Little did James know that he was not the only one watching. And even as he sank off into a fitful sleep, he felt himself being plucked out of his body. As if some giant had picked him up for closer inspection, holding him up closer to it's face, he could feel himself being dragged through layers of reality. A rushing, spinning sensation. Until finally, he emerged from a pit of darkness in a throne room formed from the bones of some titanic creature. The only lighting came from the series of heads arrayed along the walls, glowing goo dripping from their eyes and mouths even as they tried to speak. Before him stood a massive throne, forged from bone and liquid shadow, reinforced with a black, unknown metal. Upon it sat a tiny figure, a petite little girl with a bright grin on her face, staring down at him from impossible heights with a look of condescending glee.
"Where am I?" The question came out slowly, almost calmly, as James found himself paralysed. He couldn't move a single muscle, his eyes locked by the malevolent pink glare.
"You're in the world of nightmares, James." James nodded, as the girl spoke. This made perfect sense to his dream self. "And I'm the Queen of Nightmares." James looked up, doubting the authority of the tiny girl. But something about the way she looked, the way she... felt, told him that he wouldn't live long were he to express his doubts. "This world is for all the little people who want to escape reality, who fall so deep into their nightmares they forget to live."
"So how do I get back?" It seemed like the most logical question to ask. After all, he couldn't abandon his daughter. Without him, she would be sent to a foster home. Then she could never hope to recover.
"You can't get back, James. After all, you're my servant now." A deep, primal fear took hold of James heart. For he knew in that instant that he was doomed to an eternity of torment. That the waking dreams that he had been lost in would become his new reality, that all he feared would be made real before his eyes.
"But I can't stay here! Please let me go!"
"Are you afraid for your daughter? Oh, you have no need to worry, she came in just before you did." The look of horror on his face must have been palpable, because the girl seemed to pause, relishing in the moment. Like someone enjoying a particularly good wine, taking a moment to guess the vintage in their head before swallowing. "After all, she was more troubled even than you. That poor girl can't even tell reality from fantasy. Doomed, really. Not a hope in the world."
"No, please! I'll do anything, just let her go!" The fear he had felt for himself mere moments before had vanished, and he would happily condemn himself to this place if he could simply save her life. "Take me, do whatever you want to me. Just leave her alone. She's just a child, she doesn't deserve this!"
"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that. After all, you're already mine. Why would I simply release one of my victims?" The girl's grin revealed a row of uncanny teeth, seeming to shift in her mouth, halfway between human and shark. "Of course, perhaps we can deal. After all, it doesn't matter to me who I get to torture. As long as it's someone I can sink my teeth into. But who could you possibly offer me, other than yourself?"
James hesitated. Could he really do this? Was he really prepared to throw someone to this demon, to feed some poor soul to the devil herself to save his daughter? He could condemn himself with a clear conscience, but who could he.... and like that, a dark idea sprouted inside him, watered by his deep-seated hatred. Lucy smiled down, knowing what had dawned onto him. And as James looked up, he knew he was about to become worse than a murderer. But he didn't care. "Rick Anderson. I can give you Rick Anderson. Give her dreams to Rick, make him scream." Even as he spoke the words, James knew the sin he had committed. And yet, he felt oddly calm.
"But who will deliver such foul dreams to him? After all, I can't go doing my own dirty work. It seems I might have to take your daughter after all...." The Queen sat, a smirk on her face. She knew how he would answer, and he knew that she knew. It had all been a trick, a trap for him. But it was far too late to back out now, not with hope in sight. Not with even the slightest possibility of salvation dangled in front of his nose like a carrot.
"I'll do it. I'll deliver the nightmares onto Rick, the nightmares that he would plague my daughter with. I'll kill him a hundred times over, he isn't worth even a thousandth of a life." And with those words, James had doomed himself. The lights dimmed, as the girl stood before him. A wraith, covered in shadow. Spidery legs extending from her back, enclosing him. Her hand on his face, long claws tapping at the edge of his eyes. Rows upon rows of teeth, smiling at him, from beneath those glowing pink eyes.
"Oh, do you promise? Pinky promise?"
"I promise."
With a swift movement, she ripped into him. Claws like daggers digging into his face, clawing through his eyes. He was devoured, and yet remade. He was touched, he was defiled. He could feel as his world was painted in black, as his soul was taken. He would be the vessel, the container for the horrors of the world. He would be the living incarnation of the terrors Rick had inflicted upon the people of Tor-7, and he would bring those horrors to his door. He would be the nightmare that hunted him during the light, he would be the waking dream that would drive him to madness. James was no more. Here stood a champion of darkness, a Dark Knight. And he would serve with pleasure.
A few hours later, James woke from his fitful nap. His hand shot to his eyes, checking whether they were still in place. And yet even as he felt for the gouges he had felt made in his flesh, he knew they wouldn't be there. Not to feel, not to see. And yet he could sense them, beneath the skin, as real as any scar. It had been no mere dream. He had sold his soul to the devil.
He walked into Lily's room, and he saw her sleeping so peacefully. And yet he knew, with dreadful certainty, that her soul was entrapped within the Court of Nightmares. She would not wake up, no matter what he tried. Even if she walked, even if she went to school, she was not truly here. Forever from now on, part of her would live in that horrific place. Trapped. Wailing for help. Up until the very day that he shoved Rick's head full of nightmares.
He had a mission now. He had a duty now. And as he looked at her, he could see the shadows forming around her. Tendrils of darkness growing around her, extending from the stump of her left arm. A new arm formed, a clawed arm of shadows and black metal. And in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Nothing more than a promise, of things to come. A possible reward, were he to serve well. And James would serve, he would serve happily. He would kill, and he would maim. He would torture and damn this world until nothing was left. As long as he could bring back his daughter. He would do it for her.
((I know this is a slight timeskip, but I have to make this post. We can just act like your post was a week in the past, as it doesn't really change anything.))
It had been about a week since the incident that had taken Lily Forager's left arm. She had made a full recovery, physically. The hospitals had treated her wound, and refilled the blood she had lost. Synthetic, created in a lab. It was all very advanced. But Lily wasn't from a rich family, and there was no way her father could afford a complete limb reconstruction. The best they'd been able to do was a little stump, and with every passing day reconstruction became less likely.
Alexander Stone sighed, as he looked over his papers. It was in his line of work to deal with tragedy, but it was cases like these that he worked for. It was children like her that he sought to help. And thus it infuriated him all the more when she refused to listen, when she clamped up the way she did.
"Lucy, look at me. That's right, I'm over here." The girl's eyes focused once more on Alexander, as he smiled gently at her. But even as she looked at him, it was like she looked right past him. Staring off into some unseen nightmare, some horrific daydream that she would never be able to escape from. "Lucy, this is a safe place. Remember? There's no need to look out the window."
Once more, the girl's focus left him. Her eyes wandered across the room, before coming to settle on the window. Wordlessly she continued to stare, and Alexander, after a moment, stood up to turn down the blinds. "Does the light bother you? Don't worry. We're on the seventh story, nothing can come in through there." The girl didn't reply, but rather stared down, at the empty paper in front of her. She didn't speak, as she hadn't since her traumatic experience. He could see the pain in her eyes, and yet he didn't know how to help her. He could do nothing unless she reached out first, and he hated himself for his helplessness.
There was a polite knock on the door. Alexander stood, already knowing who it was. Lily didn't relax, continuing to stare at the paper silently. He already knew who it was, their time was over. As he opened the door, James was standing behind it looking anxious. The man smiled anxiously, a glint of suspicion still evident in his eyes as his eyes instantly darted to his daughter. "Ah, Mr Forager. Lily is right here."
James nodded nervously, grinning sheepishly at Alexander. He tried to make a statement, but, failing to find the right words, simply walked over to his daughter. Talking softly to her, he coaxed her off the leather chair, taking a hold of her hand. Alexander simply watched, knowing the pain James felt. As James turned to leave, he nodded to Alexander. "Thank you, Mr Stone. I.... I know I can't afford the time you..."
"You're not the only father in the world, James." Alexander's smile was a sad one. "I hope I'll see Lily back next week." For a moment, a strange spike of resentment flared in him. Not at the sheepish, awkwardly grateful standing before him. Nor at Lily, the girl who now stood so solemnly by his side. He felt resentment at himself. For even as he extended his help so charitably, he knew he wasn't making any progress. But he couldn't bear himself to say anything as James looked at him, a tiny glimmer of hope in his eye. The man had been through too much, and hope was the only thing that kept him moving.
"Yeah, we'll be back. Thanks again." With those words, James left the carefully designed office of Alexander Stone. He lead his catatonic daughter down to the elevator, the people quickly making space for them. They bore that look of pity he had come to despise, for no reason other than the fact that it reminded him of his current situation.
The last few days were a waking nightmare. The hospital had been a blur, he remembered nothing. Not the concerned people who had found him sobbing next to his daughter, not the police officers surveying the scene, not the medics in their white suits rushing her into a stasis pod. People had told him later that he'd been in shock. It made sense, he supposed. But even now he had no idea how he'd gotten back into his bed, how he'd managed to sleep after that day. All he remembered was the nightmares.
Some time later, James sat at home. In her room, Lily had finally gone to sleep. He stared out into space, thinking of what to think. He tried to sort his thoughts, to sort his emotions. In the light of this event, Lily's schooling fees had disappeared. He was able to pay off Rick's men, for now. But what if he lost his job at the factory? What if they replaced him with another one of those damn clones? What if he no longer had the income to pay off the underworld, as well as support his daughter. Endless scenarios of horror played out before his eyes, all the ways his life could possibly go to sleep. And throughout it all he saw the face, the smirk that had been so prominently displayed on Rick's face. That horrifying look of smug indignation, as if he were merely swatting off an annoying bug.
Little did James know that he was not the only one watching. And even as he sank off into a fitful sleep, he felt himself being plucked out of his body. As if some giant had picked him up for closer inspection, holding him up closer to it's face, he could feel himself being dragged through layers of reality. A rushing, spinning sensation. Until finally, he emerged from a pit of darkness in a throne room formed from the bones of some titanic creature. The only lighting came from the series of heads arrayed along the walls, glowing goo dripping from their eyes and mouths even as they tried to speak. Before him stood a massive throne, forged from bone and liquid shadow, reinforced with a black, unknown metal. Upon it sat a tiny figure, a petite little girl with a bright grin on her face, staring down at him from impossible heights with a look of condescending glee.
"Where am I?" The question came out slowly, almost calmly, as James found himself paralysed. He couldn't move a single muscle, his eyes locked by the malevolent pink glare.
"You're in the world of nightmares, James." James nodded, as the girl spoke. This made perfect sense to his dream self. "And I'm the Queen of Nightmares." James looked up, doubting the authority of the tiny girl. But something about the way she looked, the way she... felt, told him that he wouldn't live long were he to express his doubts. "This world is for all the little people who want to escape reality, who fall so deep into their nightmares they forget to live."
"So how do I get back?" It seemed like the most logical question to ask. After all, he couldn't abandon his daughter. Without him, she would be sent to a foster home. Then she could never hope to recover.
"You can't get back, James. After all, you're my servant now." A deep, primal fear took hold of James heart. For he knew in that instant that he was doomed to an eternity of torment. That the waking dreams that he had been lost in would become his new reality, that all he feared would be made real before his eyes.
"But I can't stay here! Please let me go!"
"Are you afraid for your daughter? Oh, you have no need to worry, she came in just before you did." The look of horror on his face must have been palpable, because the girl seemed to pause, relishing in the moment. Like someone enjoying a particularly good wine, taking a moment to guess the vintage in their head before swallowing. "After all, she was more troubled even than you. That poor girl can't even tell reality from fantasy. Doomed, really. Not a hope in the world."
"No, please! I'll do anything, just let her go!" The fear he had felt for himself mere moments before had vanished, and he would happily condemn himself to this place if he could simply save her life. "Take me, do whatever you want to me. Just leave her alone. She's just a child, she doesn't deserve this!"
"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that. After all, you're already mine. Why would I simply release one of my victims?" The girl's grin revealed a row of uncanny teeth, seeming to shift in her mouth, halfway between human and shark. "Of course, perhaps we can deal. After all, it doesn't matter to me who I get to torture. As long as it's someone I can sink my teeth into. But who could you possibly offer me, other than yourself?"
James hesitated. Could he really do this? Was he really prepared to throw someone to this demon, to feed some poor soul to the devil herself to save his daughter? He could condemn himself with a clear conscience, but who could he.... and like that, a dark idea sprouted inside him, watered by his deep-seated hatred. Lucy smiled down, knowing what had dawned onto him. And as James looked up, he knew he was about to become worse than a murderer. But he didn't care. "Rick Anderson. I can give you Rick Anderson. Give her dreams to Rick, make him scream." Even as he spoke the words, James knew the sin he had committed. And yet, he felt oddly calm.
"But who will deliver such foul dreams to him? After all, I can't go doing my own dirty work. It seems I might have to take your daughter after all...." The Queen sat, a smirk on her face. She knew how he would answer, and he knew that she knew. It had all been a trick, a trap for him. But it was far too late to back out now, not with hope in sight. Not with even the slightest possibility of salvation dangled in front of his nose like a carrot.
"I'll do it. I'll deliver the nightmares onto Rick, the nightmares that he would plague my daughter with. I'll kill him a hundred times over, he isn't worth even a thousandth of a life." And with those words, James had doomed himself. The lights dimmed, as the girl stood before him. A wraith, covered in shadow. Spidery legs extending from her back, enclosing him. Her hand on his face, long claws tapping at the edge of his eyes. Rows upon rows of teeth, smiling at him, from beneath those glowing pink eyes.
"Oh, do you promise? Pinky promise?"
"I promise."
With a swift movement, she ripped into him. Claws like daggers digging into his face, clawing through his eyes. He was devoured, and yet remade. He was touched, he was defiled. He could feel as his world was painted in black, as his soul was taken. He would be the vessel, the container for the horrors of the world. He would be the living incarnation of the terrors Rick had inflicted upon the people of Tor-7, and he would bring those horrors to his door. He would be the nightmare that hunted him during the light, he would be the waking dream that would drive him to madness. James was no more. Here stood a champion of darkness, a Dark Knight. And he would serve with pleasure.
A few hours later, James woke from his fitful nap. His hand shot to his eyes, checking whether they were still in place. And yet even as he felt for the gouges he had felt made in his flesh, he knew they wouldn't be there. Not to feel, not to see. And yet he could sense them, beneath the skin, as real as any scar. It had been no mere dream. He had sold his soul to the devil.
He walked into Lily's room, and he saw her sleeping so peacefully. And yet he knew, with dreadful certainty, that her soul was entrapped within the Court of Nightmares. She would not wake up, no matter what he tried. Even if she walked, even if she went to school, she was not truly here. Forever from now on, part of her would live in that horrific place. Trapped. Wailing for help. Up until the very day that he shoved Rick's head full of nightmares.
He had a mission now. He had a duty now. And as he looked at her, he could see the shadows forming around her. Tendrils of darkness growing around her, extending from the stump of her left arm. A new arm formed, a clawed arm of shadows and black metal. And in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Nothing more than a promise, of things to come. A possible reward, were he to serve well. And James would serve, he would serve happily. He would kill, and he would maim. He would torture and damn this world until nothing was left. As long as he could bring back his daughter. He would do it for her.
Mother of shit, that was brutal O_o;
Oh well, will soon be making intro posts for Lucy, as well as responding with Shiro.
Oh well, will soon be making intro posts for Lucy, as well as responding with Shiro.
@Blizz
Also, the humans are unaware that Yamada Corporation is run by a vampire.
Also, the humans are unaware that Yamada Corporation is run by a vampire.
@Blizz
Vampires need blood to survive. Some vampires may survive on nonhuman blood, depending on their lineage. Gabriellan vampires can survive only on human blood. But Draculan vampires might feed on animals as well, albeit with reduced potency.
Vampires need blood to survive. Some vampires may survive on nonhuman blood, depending on their lineage. Gabriellan vampires can survive only on human blood. But Draculan vampires might feed on animals as well, albeit with reduced potency.
@BurningCold@PuRe DaRkNeSs@Kurai Assassin@The Grey Dust
Gabriel smirked as Bedivere continued in his usual way. Nothing else was to be expected. "Oh, I have no intention of ruling this world, unlike your own mistress. I've been there, done that. Got the Tshirt. And quite frankly, ruling the world becomes rather boring after the first hundred or so years. But I'm sure some dashing young vampire will be around to pick up the pieces once I'm done rampaging." He gives a meaningful look, although neither Bedivere nor Adam could tell which of them it was directed at. "Regardless, you make an excellent point regarding your limitations. I assumed that as the water had been retrieved from the Earth you would still be able to move through it, but I seem to have overestimated your capabilities."
"Of course, your doubts are entirely valid. Why, I'm far from the perfect leader. I know as much myself. In fact I have little time nor patience to be herding you schoolkids about, but you prove a necessity. HIVE use automated security systems, which would identify and eliminate me before I managed to enter their main centre of operations. As such, I will have to put up with your incessant squabbling, and you will have to put up with me." Gabriel gives Bedivere a quick smile, before moving on. He was well aware that he was best suited for the job. Bedivere lacked the support of the other vampires, even the Pale Lady could not have rallied the support of the other Oldbloods as he had.
"HIVE is a formidable opponent, but I knew them when they were but a man and his dog. They were not always this mighty, and this would not be the first time they have been defeated. Having exhausted the easy options, it seems we'll need to just murder the shit out of them, in the old-fashioned way." He sent an image into the heads of those present, a schematic for a hand-powered drill. It was fairly simple, but very finely made. Easy to move around and mass produce. For Mithias' benefit, a servant held up a picture. Nobody else could see the servant or picture, of course. "We will be forced to burrow into their base. It's impossible to triumph against them if we use the one method of entrance provided to us. It would lead to our near instant defeat. Those vampire with transportation abilities will find their own ways in, and attack from unexpected angles. We will spread their defences thing. I will eliminate their human defences, but we will still need to deal with their mechanical ones."
Gabriel smirked as Bedivere continued in his usual way. Nothing else was to be expected. "Oh, I have no intention of ruling this world, unlike your own mistress. I've been there, done that. Got the Tshirt. And quite frankly, ruling the world becomes rather boring after the first hundred or so years. But I'm sure some dashing young vampire will be around to pick up the pieces once I'm done rampaging." He gives a meaningful look, although neither Bedivere nor Adam could tell which of them it was directed at. "Regardless, you make an excellent point regarding your limitations. I assumed that as the water had been retrieved from the Earth you would still be able to move through it, but I seem to have overestimated your capabilities."
"Of course, your doubts are entirely valid. Why, I'm far from the perfect leader. I know as much myself. In fact I have little time nor patience to be herding you schoolkids about, but you prove a necessity. HIVE use automated security systems, which would identify and eliminate me before I managed to enter their main centre of operations. As such, I will have to put up with your incessant squabbling, and you will have to put up with me." Gabriel gives Bedivere a quick smile, before moving on. He was well aware that he was best suited for the job. Bedivere lacked the support of the other vampires, even the Pale Lady could not have rallied the support of the other Oldbloods as he had.
"HIVE is a formidable opponent, but I knew them when they were but a man and his dog. They were not always this mighty, and this would not be the first time they have been defeated. Having exhausted the easy options, it seems we'll need to just murder the shit out of them, in the old-fashioned way." He sent an image into the heads of those present, a schematic for a hand-powered drill. It was fairly simple, but very finely made. Easy to move around and mass produce. For Mithias' benefit, a servant held up a picture. Nobody else could see the servant or picture, of course. "We will be forced to burrow into their base. It's impossible to triumph against them if we use the one method of entrance provided to us. It would lead to our near instant defeat. Those vampire with transportation abilities will find their own ways in, and attack from unexpected angles. We will spread their defences thing. I will eliminate their human defences, but we will still need to deal with their mechanical ones."
@Legion-114
Gabriel knows the basics of their layout. However, I am only giving him information he should logically know. Anyone who he directly meets turns into a source, and he knows all they know. Unless, of course, they find a way to shield their mind. Not tinfoil hats, but there is definitely a way.
I also find it amusing that Erik is bringing the one piece of information that might defeat Gabriel to an organization that will soon be in cooperation with Gabriel.
Gabriel knows the basics of their layout. However, I am only giving him information he should logically know. Anyone who he directly meets turns into a source, and he knows all they know. Unless, of course, they find a way to shield their mind. Not tinfoil hats, but there is definitely a way.
I also find it amusing that Erik is bringing the one piece of information that might defeat Gabriel to an organization that will soon be in cooperation with Gabriel.
@2b3heart
Just have her show up back at the Freelancer base.
Just have her show up back at the Freelancer base.
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