It was quite boring here without any of her opponents. While the cold prison of Pandora's Box offered many things, they did not offer her entertainment. And Mia wanted to be entertained quite badly. She had wanted to finish the fight between herself and the boy with the toys, and then some form of weapon had shown up. He'd been dangerous, far more dangerous than the other one. However, once more, she had been unable to finish her battle due to outside interference. Of course, having the ability to sense Souls, she was quite capable of tracking down the person who had formed such an interference, but her mind was elsewhere. It seemed daddy was awake.
Stepping through a portal, Mia elegantly walked through a portal, still bleeding from the many wounds on her back and her chest where the Blak Blood had burst from her skin during her previous battles. Her beautiful black dress had been torn to shreds, barely decent, and she'd been forced to replace it with her armor made of Black Blood, covering her in a slick moving black dress that could instantly harden to the levels of steel. Her face remained in it's psychotic smile, as she looked around at the people gathered around her. She had appeared next to Weiss, and immediately leaned over to her. "Hello, honey. Did you miss me?"
Stein was not far behind his daughter. However, instead of appearing next to Weiss, he appeared next to Blake. He smiled, his own face set into a psychotic grin. The room had been flooded by the aura of madness resonated by the God-Killer and the Queen of Pain, as he chucklingly caused the room to become wobbly, impeding the ability to percieve reality in those around him, already weakening them up for any fight that should occur. He chuckles, next to Weiss, his glasses reflecting the light as he loomed over this foolish escapee. "You shouldn't have run."
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The assassin known as Onikage stepped through the base. Those with any sense avoided the man, knowing that he was a man with no conscience. He was the subject of legend and rumor, but, most of all, he was the subject of fear. His passage through the camp, returned from another mysterious mission. None but Miller knew where he went and what he did, hell some believed even Miller didn't know. He was the elite agent that did tasks that had been deemed impossible for any non-vampire spy, excelling at feets of both stealth and combat, capable of defeating even the most dangerous of opponents and infiltrating supposedly airtight facilities. He was more than a man, to the rebellion, he had become a symbol of hope, a man who had earned a reputation of being unkillable, a beacon of strength.
The unkillable assassin entered Miller's private office, finding the rebellion's leader engaged in speaking to Ghost, the group of elite SOLDIER units that were supposedly armed and trained to take down Oldbloods. Onikage, of course, had no respect for these individuals, as he was incapable of such a complex emotion, simply referring them in his mind as an asset to his goals, and valuable allies in any combat situation. Of course, he had also listed each of their weaknesses, their favorite foods, their sleeping patterns, and which of their teammates they were most attached to, important data for if he was ever tasked with killing any of them. In his line of work, it paid to prepare for any target he might have to face.
"I have returned from my mission. It has been placed, the trap is set. Now Magnus needs only walk into it." Onikage addressed Miller, as well as the rest of the room. Only Miller, of course, would know the details of this trap, which had been so elaborately designed. However, the others would still understand the basic intentions of his missions, to lure Magnus into a trap that would end his reign. "Bite off the snake's head, and the body shall fall apart."
The unkillable assassin entered Miller's private office, finding the rebellion's leader engaged in speaking to Ghost, the group of elite SOLDIER units that were supposedly armed and trained to take down Oldbloods. Onikage, of course, had no respect for these individuals, as he was incapable of such a complex emotion, simply referring them in his mind as an asset to his goals, and valuable allies in any combat situation. Of course, he had also listed each of their weaknesses, their favorite foods, their sleeping patterns, and which of their teammates they were most attached to, important data for if he was ever tasked with killing any of them. In his line of work, it paid to prepare for any target he might have to face.
"I have returned from my mission. It has been placed, the trap is set. Now Magnus needs only walk into it." Onikage addressed Miller, as well as the rest of the room. Only Miller, of course, would know the details of this trap, which had been so elaborately designed. However, the others would still understand the basic intentions of his missions, to lure Magnus into a trap that would end his reign. "Bite off the snake's head, and the body shall fall apart."
Unfortunately, as this would remove a large element of the plot simply because you want to use some bullshit magical power to make him kneel because you're a prick, and the only way you can think of causing character development is forcing characters into situations they hate through transparent and blatant bullshit. Not only is this a failure in story writing capability, or understanding of character development, but an easy way to make enemies through the creation of indestructible walls and barriers for no reason, removing all chances of overcoming them throuh ingenuity or allowing any alternate methods of going through with this story. As such, this does not happen, by the bullshit powers of bullshit that reside within me.
The pod simply counters immediately, it's power source beyond comprehension of the ancient beings. The 'advisor' can be seen blurring all over the ship, and any being capable of sensing such things would see a truly ancient being, far older even than this planet, which had been formed over the process of millions of years, perhaps even billions. Soon the pod had adapted fully, developing a shield that perfectly countered this technique of draining. Within moments, the ancient power had been completely analyzed, and it's effect negated, a power source created that was conceptual in nature, a sceince so advanced any other scientist would have been left in the dirt. Lord Cucumber simply grins, seeing that his advisor, once more, had not failed to impress.
"I do not care about your blessing, nor do I care about your walls. I shall tear them down myself." He turns on his Beacon, and the Pod appears, teleporting in. Once more, a beam analyses the white wall of fog, preparing to counter it's effects.
LC sighs, and walks forward, moving over to the location of the statues, already building up power, in his anger drawing in almot dangerous levels of kinetic force. His power grows with proximity, and as the statues awakened, he moved next to them in a flash, and both statues were completely and utterly shattered, pieces of rock raining down upon the terrain all around the area, leaivng no piece intact larger than a man's head. He then turns, having exerted some of his stress, and follows the path set out for him, ready to crush anything in his way.
"Hmph." LC smiles, as you turn to leave. "Run far. Or I will find you. And we shall see if you can pull this trickery when your skull is in pieces on the ground." He's not even struggling anymore, simply awaiting his opportunity. Soon, he would have his chance.
"You attempted to lead me into a trap. You dared decieve me, and you will pay the price!" If glares could kill, you would now be a bloody red pulp. There's no way he's calming down, not before you've died of old age, if nothing else.
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