Gabriel smiled at the conversation between his son and Magnus. Martin was still young. While Mithias had devoted his life to hunting him down, it seemed Martin was more eager to awaken the gifts he had been given. In his own time, he would discover the limitations even the most powerful of vampires must adhere to, and he would no doubt be scarred, just as Gabriel had been, were he to come so far without dying. He would not warn the child, all had the right to find their own path in this world, and he did not meddle when he did not need to. "It is good that you distrust Jake, my dear Magnus. However, there are far more pressing problems at hand, I fear."
Gabriel was a legendary figure, known throughout the world for his wisdom, power, intellect, and utter disdain for life. Perhaps not the cruellest of vampires, or even men, however, Gabriel had seen so many lives lost, he had simply lost the ability to care. At a certain point, one fruit fly is much like another. However, occasionally, Gabriel did meddle in the affairs of the fruit flies he so despised and pitied. "I come here, bearing a prophecy. Within a year, all that you have wrought will fall. One of your own shall take the throne from you, and all shall be lost if you do not seek out Heaven's Greatest Weapon." Gabriel's smile had never wavered, delivering this somber prediction with a tone akin to glee. His prophecies were based not on some supernatural ability to see the future, but on his knowledge of both the world and it's workings. He had seen a thousnad empires rise and fall, and he had leaned how they functioned, and what triggered their demise. "Do not take my words lightly."
Gabriel had no more to say. He was a being of few words, and he didn't stay in any place long. He traveled from place to place, leaving once his business had been concluded in each location. He once more instilled the illusion, practically disappearing from sight. Once more, he would be believed to have teleported, as he simply left, pacing through the hallways. His words would be repeated a thousand times. He had spoken loudly enough that the nearby guards would have heard his prophecy, and in the mere act of speaking it, he had made it truth. Emboldened by these words, those that harbored any treacherous thoughts would rise against Magnus, and one, in the end, would take his throne from him. However, the prophecy had one major purpose. Magnus's self interest would now be pointed towards Heaven's Greatest Weapon, one of the few things that Gabriel feared. And this attention would lead to it's destruction, if all went according to plan.
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Mtntopview said
Probably. Where was it?
Crap, I just realized I had made the post, but I'd posted it in the wrong forum XD
Sorry about that.
If you want, I can repost it here, or you can just have Optimus be down there with his people. I can do either.
((BTW, thought isn't a movement speed. Or at least not a consistent one. Thought consists through an interchanging system of electrical and chemical signals, processed through your brain. The speed of thought depends very much on the type of thought, the area of the brain, and even the individual brain. You could be going anywhere from 100km/h to the speed of light right now. That's a big difference.))
Mia watches her beloved weapon shatter and drop to the ground. As the crystal in the middle splits, screeches fill the room, the spirits of disease that had been trapped within billowing out. A massive cloud of green smoke, filled with faces, shooting upwards in a collumn through the holes in the bag, spreading through Pandora's Box. The remnents of the weapon clattered to the ground, mere pieces of metal, robbed of all their power by that single swipe. Worthless. Mia grinned at the pain she felt as her favorite weapon was destroyed. This was going to be fun.
Her opponent's speed was not a factor. Mia had faced creatures whom's speed bent space itself, who could instantly change locations instantly, to whom the idea of travel was completely alien. This creature's weapons was obviously powerful. Mia couldn't let it get too close, she'd get cut to ribbons. Based on how easily it had dealt with the enchanted edge of the plague blade, she didn't trust her Black Blood to stop it, and as such, she would need to use her Vector Arrows to deflect it's path instead. The last feature, of course, was the most important in any fight. How to kill it? She could destroy the soul, but she was not so adept at this as her father was. Her soular attacks wouldn't be powerful enough to take down this opponent, esspecially if it was accustomed to soular combat. However, with such a variable form, it quite probably possessed a high level of regeneration, or perhaps even physical immortality. This limited her options, however, she had her trump card in play. Location was in her favor, as Berserker could not leave the bag without being drained of it's power, and she had all the means to win. Now to use them
Mia holds out her hands and twiddled her fingers. Her riddles might mean little, however, she could end this at any time she pleased. She would test her opponent's mind as well as his skill in battle. While she might die by delaying the end of this match, she had always been the type to take risks, esspecially when she was as exited as she was right now. She would fill this creature with pain, and it would beg for death, before she put it out of it's misery. "Dance to me, in the dance of deaths. Blades you see, can't take your breath. It's all about space, feel your feet. Before we might face, our swords must meet."
Dragoon was floating high in the air, at least ten meters above the ground, impossible to rech with any melee weapon. And ranged spells were worthless against an opponent capable of dismanteling magic with ease. "Every technique has a counter. This is simply a counter to your sword. Haha! Do you see the links, they turn and twist all together, and they'll grind your bones to dust!" As Dragoon holds out both hands, each is filled with a purple glowing orb, a focused point of Void Energy. He throws the orbs, which fly towards Alexander, creating powerful shockwaves upon impact.
Mia watches her beloved weapon shatter and drop to the ground. As the crystal in the middle splits, screeches fill the room, the spirits of disease that had been trapped within billowing out. A massive cloud of green smoke, filled with faces, shooting upwards in a collumn through the holes in the bag, spreading through Pandora's Box. The remnents of the weapon clattered to the ground, mere pieces of metal, robbed of all their power by that single swipe. Worthless. Mia grinned at the pain she felt as her favorite weapon was destroyed. This was going to be fun.
Her opponent's speed was not a factor. Mia had faced creatures whom's speed bent space itself, who could instantly change locations instantly, to whom the idea of travel was completely alien. This creature's weapons was obviously powerful. Mia couldn't let it get too close, she'd get cut to ribbons. Based on how easily it had dealt with the enchanted edge of the plague blade, she didn't trust her Black Blood to stop it, and as such, she would need to use her Vector Arrows to deflect it's path instead. The last feature, of course, was the most important in any fight. How to kill it? She could destroy the soul, but she was not so adept at this as her father was. Her soular attacks wouldn't be powerful enough to take down this opponent, esspecially if it was accustomed to soular combat. However, with such a variable form, it quite probably possessed a high level of regeneration, or perhaps even physical immortality. This limited her options, however, she had her trump card in play. Location was in her favor, as Berserker could not leave the bag without being drained of it's power, and she had all the means to win. Now to use them
Mia holds out her hands and twiddled her fingers. Her riddles might mean little, however, she could end this at any time she pleased. She would test her opponent's mind as well as his skill in battle. While she might die by delaying the end of this match, she had always been the type to take risks, esspecially when she was as exited as she was right now. She would fill this creature with pain, and it would beg for death, before she put it out of it's misery. "Dance to me, in the dance of deaths. Blades you see, can't take your breath. It's all about space, feel your feet. Before we might face, our swords must meet."
Dragoon was floating high in the air, at least ten meters above the ground, impossible to rech with any melee weapon. And ranged spells were worthless against an opponent capable of dismanteling magic with ease. "Every technique has a counter. This is simply a counter to your sword. Haha! Do you see the links, they turn and twist all together, and they'll grind your bones to dust!" As Dragoon holds out both hands, each is filled with a purple glowing orb, a focused point of Void Energy. He throws the orbs, which fly towards Alexander, creating powerful shockwaves upon impact.
GuyYouWishYouDidntKnow said
Wizard, Enkidu's waiting on Mia, in case you missed it.
I didn't, I'm just taking a little long to post, sorry.
Mia had faced Gods and Demons, she'd defeated Bob in a one-on-one. She'd killed thousands, and she wasn't planning to stop now. She smiles, as her opponent shoots forward, faster than the eye could register, faster than mere human reflexes could function. To any human, he would have been invisible. However, Mia didn't need her eyes, not in this fight.
Even before Berserker had shot forward, Mia's Plague Blade had already been in the way of the slice, her opponent's intentions writ in his soul, the attack plan written in the echoes from his mind. The weapon in the creature's right hand ricochetted off of the blade, as Mia's Black Blood spider legs exploded outwards, spikes of Black Blood filling the area, slicing every nook and crany, an attack impossible to dodge within the limited space created by the bag they were confined in.
Mia's weapons were many and diverse. She lured people into traps, decieved and lied. She had her Black Blood, as well as the weapons she had stolen from her victims and her Witch Magic. However, right now, Mia was completely serious. She would win this fight by taking each of her powers to the utmost level, a level that would wipe out even the most hardy of opponents. Unlike her father, Mia was an unparralelled master of melee combat, able to take down almost any opponent by using her powers in unexpected fashions, with a thousand tricks up her sleeves. "One step is a cut, a slice, a splatter of blood. You might not want to move so fast. It'll cost you everything, if you leave behind what's imporant to you."
Even before Berserker had shot forward, Mia's Plague Blade had already been in the way of the slice, her opponent's intentions writ in his soul, the attack plan written in the echoes from his mind. The weapon in the creature's right hand ricochetted off of the blade, as Mia's Black Blood spider legs exploded outwards, spikes of Black Blood filling the area, slicing every nook and crany, an attack impossible to dodge within the limited space created by the bag they were confined in.
Mia's weapons were many and diverse. She lured people into traps, decieved and lied. She had her Black Blood, as well as the weapons she had stolen from her victims and her Witch Magic. However, right now, Mia was completely serious. She would win this fight by taking each of her powers to the utmost level, a level that would wipe out even the most hardy of opponents. Unlike her father, Mia was an unparralelled master of melee combat, able to take down almost any opponent by using her powers in unexpected fashions, with a thousand tricks up her sleeves. "One step is a cut, a slice, a splatter of blood. You might not want to move so fast. It'll cost you everything, if you leave behind what's imporant to you."
MTN, I had Bob respond to Optimus. Did you simply not see my post?
21 seconds.
After significant trauma that prevented blood fom reaching the brain, it would take twenty-one seconds for oxygen starvation to take place. The cells of the brain would die, causing irrevirsible damage, and soon after, death. Oxygen starvation. Stein knew all about it, the way it worked, he'd drained some of his victims dry to study their brain slowly ceasing to operate. He needed to get up, to move. Find some way of replacing his heart, or directly oxidizing his brain in some fashion. Whatever the cost, he needed to prevent his brain cells from dying out, or it would all end.
18 seconds.
Stein fiddled with the teleporter, blackness filling the corners of his eyes, His fingers were heavy and hard to move, his injuries taking a massive toll even on his body, modified to be as durable as possible. He needed to take his time, if he teleported to the wrong location and had to try again, he wouldn't have enough time to do anything of importance before he died. He selected the coordinates correctly, even without looking at the device. He'd used it for years, and his familiarity with it's workings was the only thing that let him perform this action in such a short amount of time.
16 seconds
Stein was in his lab, bleeding out. Moving was a struggle, his muscles screamed at every flex of a muscle. He inched towards the operating table, knowing he had plenty of hearts in reserve. At least one of them would fit him. He slowly worked his way towards it, , eventually simply dropping forward, his limp body crashing onto the smooth metal surface of the table. It was cold, but peaceful, the embrace of death finally reaching out for him. It was comforting, in a way, standing at the end, finally freed from the sins he had committed, at least in some sense. The pain couldn't haunt him in death.
10 seconds
He needed to get his body up on top of the table, Mia's pet wouldn't be able to operate with him in this position. He shook himself from the cold calmness that had fogged his mind, willing himself to move onwards. He still had things he needed to do. He still needed to avenge his wife, and Mia still needed him. He couldn't die here, not so long as Drac continued to draw breath, and Mia still wished for him by her side. He couldn't leave her again.
Stein reached out, grabbing onto the sides of the metal table, slowly pulling himself upwards, his vision foggy and blurred with blood and tears, streaking freely down his cheeks as he wept almost inexplicably. He pulled himself up, hardly able to think in a straight line. His brain was dying, it was slowly shutting down his systems, preparing for the end. It simply wasn't recieving enough oxygen to fundction properly. He couldn't recall the last 2 seconds of struggle, but he worked his way onto the dissection table, breathing erratically.
4 seconds
Stein watched as long, spindled arms reached down from above. They took ahold of his wound, moving with calm precision, slicing through tissue in order to discover and solve the problem. Stein couldn't care anymore. His mind was incapable of caring at this point, blacknes filling him, a coldness sweeping over him. Everythign was dark, as the sound of a bone saw filled his ears. His last thoughts before falling into unconsciousness were a question. One he had asked himself many times before, in the moments he faced death such as this, the moments the agony became unbearable. Had he made the right choice?
After significant trauma that prevented blood fom reaching the brain, it would take twenty-one seconds for oxygen starvation to take place. The cells of the brain would die, causing irrevirsible damage, and soon after, death. Oxygen starvation. Stein knew all about it, the way it worked, he'd drained some of his victims dry to study their brain slowly ceasing to operate. He needed to get up, to move. Find some way of replacing his heart, or directly oxidizing his brain in some fashion. Whatever the cost, he needed to prevent his brain cells from dying out, or it would all end.
18 seconds.
Stein fiddled with the teleporter, blackness filling the corners of his eyes, His fingers were heavy and hard to move, his injuries taking a massive toll even on his body, modified to be as durable as possible. He needed to take his time, if he teleported to the wrong location and had to try again, he wouldn't have enough time to do anything of importance before he died. He selected the coordinates correctly, even without looking at the device. He'd used it for years, and his familiarity with it's workings was the only thing that let him perform this action in such a short amount of time.
16 seconds
Stein was in his lab, bleeding out. Moving was a struggle, his muscles screamed at every flex of a muscle. He inched towards the operating table, knowing he had plenty of hearts in reserve. At least one of them would fit him. He slowly worked his way towards it, , eventually simply dropping forward, his limp body crashing onto the smooth metal surface of the table. It was cold, but peaceful, the embrace of death finally reaching out for him. It was comforting, in a way, standing at the end, finally freed from the sins he had committed, at least in some sense. The pain couldn't haunt him in death.
10 seconds
He needed to get his body up on top of the table, Mia's pet wouldn't be able to operate with him in this position. He shook himself from the cold calmness that had fogged his mind, willing himself to move onwards. He still had things he needed to do. He still needed to avenge his wife, and Mia still needed him. He couldn't die here, not so long as Drac continued to draw breath, and Mia still wished for him by her side. He couldn't leave her again.
Stein reached out, grabbing onto the sides of the metal table, slowly pulling himself upwards, his vision foggy and blurred with blood and tears, streaking freely down his cheeks as he wept almost inexplicably. He pulled himself up, hardly able to think in a straight line. His brain was dying, it was slowly shutting down his systems, preparing for the end. It simply wasn't recieving enough oxygen to fundction properly. He couldn't recall the last 2 seconds of struggle, but he worked his way onto the dissection table, breathing erratically.
4 seconds
Stein watched as long, spindled arms reached down from above. They took ahold of his wound, moving with calm precision, slicing through tissue in order to discover and solve the problem. Stein couldn't care anymore. His mind was incapable of caring at this point, blacknes filling him, a coldness sweeping over him. Everythign was dark, as the sound of a bone saw filled his ears. His last thoughts before falling into unconsciousness were a question. One he had asked himself many times before, in the moments he faced death such as this, the moments the agony became unbearable. Had he made the right choice?
Sorry for not posting, I've been distracted.
Mild nods, before sighing. He then looks up. "Hey, no offense, guys, but you've got worms. The lethal kind. I don't think they sell antidote's for that, especially in Nevada." He smiles, as he holds out an odd-looking phone, covered in lines and scifi-looking gadgets that quite probably serve absolutely no purpose, in the style of scifi gadgets. "When you guys moved here, I was assigned to be your guardian, because I was the only one in the area who wanted the position. They gave me this. If we use it, we cn contact Team Awesome and bring them right over here." He looks hesitantly over at each of the assembled supers, knowing about how each of the members of TMC had been rejected from the crime-fighting Team Awesome. "But it's not my decision to make. You guys have earned the right to at least make the call. Do you want to get them over here, or do you think you can handle this on your own?"
((Warning: This choice will severely affect the storyline. Your choices here will have a large-scale effect on the plot. Choose carefully, and consider all options.))
((Warning: This choice will severely affect the storyline. Your choices here will have a large-scale effect on the plot. Choose carefully, and consider all options.))
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