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Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

The others were all beginning to realize what must have been done to them, what must have been done to the whole world, and still continued. Most of them seemed like their new feelings were shining through without any restraint, Dean burning away the wall was quite telling. And he was immediately on the idea of releasing everyone else from the angels control. I'll have to make sure he doesn't do something the rest of us will pay for. Robert thought to himself. He had to find out if he could read their minds, or maybe...

-"FUCK that hurt"-

Robert pushed his minds eye out as fast as he could when he heard Vladimir's cursing. Fucking idiot! He barely had time to notice the makeshift shrapnel flying in his direction. Only managing to lessen their speed, he still felt like someone had thrown the rock pieces at him. The pressure on his mind flared hot and he was forced to draw it close again. Apparently he'd have to keep watch of that guy as well, "true freedom", Dean didn't seem as big an issue after that remark.

-Are you both planning on just rushing there and wreaking havoc? Blowing the place up maybe? Robert said. Walking up beside Dean and Vladimir to look out towards the city. Pushing his awareness out to include them the weight in his head increased like a big rock. What's in your mind! He had no idea if it would work, but hopefully they wouldn't notice either way, both of them seemed to have pretty straight-forward powers. Suddenly Roberts vision went bad, he was seeing double, no, triple. And he could feel himself, in more than one place, and there were taste and smell, and sounds, and fuck, fuck, FUCK! It felt like his head was splitting, he had to rein his awareness in again, but which one was him!

Outwards, it only looked as if Robert Fields had frozen a bit in place, like when one stared at thin air for a moment before waking up again.

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

And more edgy teenagers join the fray...

Oh wait, we are all edgy teenagers xD

The Dusk Tavern (Crossover rp)

Enormel was happily surprised by the young demon-armed man, maybe he had a brain in that head of his, recognizing one's own mistakes and striving to better them was hard. He could feel something different in the flow of energies surrounding the man, but he didn't have any concentration to spare an that particular trail of thought. Lemrone was squirming inside of the makeshift prison, but it wouldn't be long before he began assimilating all the new energies. And once he was done... Enormel didn't dare think of it.

-"Is the..presence..controlled now?"-

Now how was he to answer that? Telling the truth and saying that Lemrone and himself were in control for as long as the other let them likely wouldn't build any trust between them.
-I'm in control. Thank you for not interfering. Enormel said. He still felt like his every cell was starting to burst, but it getting better would mean Lemrone almost done, so he had to tough it out.

Standing up the sound of frozen grass scattering under his shoes reminded the mage of what he'd done, how was the other man? Taking in the scene around him he saw a man with new eyes... Interesting. His pondering was broken by a loud roar echoing across the forest. A quiet moment where he could rest up was apparently too much to ask for.

-My name is Enormel Fheergast, arcane researcher. I'm hoping you won't think bad of me for ignoring your wall. he said. What he meant soon became apparent as the mage began floating up into the air above the trees.

Looking out around him Enormel could see the tavern, the rumble between the dinosaurs, and something off to one side he wasn't completely sure about. Robots, and something blue. He would be able to go in the complete opposite direction from all of them. I better hurry, at this rate I'll collapse in an hour. he thought. The mental and physical strain from ignoring the pressure inside of him was taking its toll. Enormel could barely feel his hands or feet, and his vision was getting blurry.

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

The color scheme of this website leads to a lot of awkward conversations with the people around me
For example: My mom: WHAT IS THAT IS THAT PORN?
Me: *Slaps own face* No it's that story site I was talking to you about.
My mom: well it looked like porn.

@luna558

This is when you realize that your mom knows too much about porn-sites

The Dusk Tavern (Crossover rp)

@Dealdric I really have to ask, you are aware that the scene your character is watching happened some time ago, and that the situation is completely different now?

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

Finally back from camp and able to RP.
Another message.

READ THE GM-POSTS IC.

shit will start happening to people, and when you add stuff without talking with me or Jest about it... bad things can happen, or just make us really pissed.

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

The Lizard could move, swiftly dealing with the two guards standing inside the merchant airlock. Tserv could appreciate the restraint that had to go into only knocking them out, following their captains orders. There was discipline in the man... and none in the others. The knight among them managed to land in the face of the guard knocked out against the wall with his shield before charging ahead. Conrad ran off on his own. His group B comrade went out in the hallway only to get shot at. The slime-thing disappeared into a vent. And the guy with the moving armor went the same way as their knight, weapons pouring away, the Nhliki soldier only hoped they were at least trying to take prisoners.

He walked out from the airlock and placed himself ahead of Ranna as she mentioned her inexperience. It did surprisingly not annoy him as much as it would have, but he could see the senseless mess left by the knight and their man/robot team. He could hear them off to some hallway... It sounded like they were arguing, kids. Straining his ears he heard more firing in another direction.

-You said you were scanning the ship Ranna? Tell me when to turn and I'll lead the way. he said. The smaller corridors of the merchant ship made the more than 10 feet tall Nhliki soldier hunch down, towering over the young woman. His suit made it look almost comical, until he unholstered two of the plasma-rifles from his back, took them in his lower arms and began walking straight ahead on the remaining four limbs, going past Gold like a big fourlegged spider. The partly cybernetic tail had been reestablished as a part of him and was now hovering just above his head, ready to strike out.

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The argument between Rama and William had given a group of merchants time to amass just around a corner, unleashing hell upon them as they got in sight, not proper soldiers or guards their fire would be unfocused, but when there are 11 plasma-rifles firing towards you in a tiny corridor you either duck or get ducked.

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Meta's path towards the engine-room attracted most of the attention, and more and more fire barraged its armor, along with the occasional explosion from crew no longer caring about their ship. Following behind it was a fools errand, as it couldn't deal with every new enemy, leaving many to appear behind it. Before long circuits began melting inside it from the excess heat radiating through the armor of the robot, systems failing or overloading, the suit was on the road towards a big heap of scrap.

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

Some of the others were waking up, checking to see if anyone else was ok. Obviously everyone who touched the corpse were, but those that didn't were already dead from the fall or burnt away. Fantastical phenomena appearing around or within some of them, the waking ones, whether it was noticable or not. Robert could feel it, he could feel everything if he focused. A weight pushing down on him, harder and harder the more he tried to sense his surroundings. The world resisted him, pushed his awareness back. The pain from the voice was nothing against this, the slowly growing pounding behind his eyes.

He could relinquish the pain, he could let go of the surroundings.
Never
Everything had been by design, their very lives fated and without any chance. They had been mindless puppets. Never again. If he let go they might creep in again, he could not let that happen. He was himself, and he would die sooner than being controlled again.
He drew his minds eye close, barely a feet around himself, the pounding didn't subside, but it stopped growing. get up
The boy didn't stand up, he simply rose up from the ground, as if a rope was pulling him up. It hurt, it crushed him within his own mind. But he damn well felt it, he did it out of his own fucking choice. Looking around he glanced over everyone else, what did he think of them, what did he feel about them? He didn't know, but he was going to find out, and he was going to keep watch, he was going to decide.

-I'm fine, and yes, Dean's hands were burning, are you ok Dean?. he said.

The Dusk Tavern (Crossover rp)

Ok, camp is done and I'm able to post quicker... Maybe I should add another character?

@Letmehaveone2 did you still need neutral NPCs btw? I have an idea for a group of such.

The Dusk Tavern (Crossover rp)

It had of course been too much to hope for that the guy with the demonic arm, approaching him, would have stayed back as he told him to. None ever listened.
At least he didn't step up to him and thought he could somehow help, or worse, attacked him, those that attacked never lasted long.
This guy instead clapped his hands together, Enormel could feel some form of energy building around the newcomer and as the guy brought his palms to the ground he could sense the energies flowing out around them.

-Not magic, but not a mental power either... Give it to me! Lemrone tugged through the protective spell coursing around them as walls of dirt and stone sprung up in a circle, trapping the other guy with them. Both Enormel and Lemrone stopped dumbstruck for a moment. This guy was an idiot.

-"Strengthen your spell, or allow me to try and help. I have closed us off to prevent others from seeing."-

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As Emlem stood staring he didn't notice the robotic figure landing on the wall above them.
...

All three things the boy said made Enormel question his ability to assess situations, and Lemrone was laughing deafeningly inside his head.
Strengthening a spell when the power and energy fueling it was working against you, wonderful idea, like stating the obvious.
How exactly did he plan to help, by offering himself as food?
Preventing others from seeing if anything made it harder to keep Lemrone from taking control.
As his power was still laughing with abandon Enormel saw a chance, if he didn't use it, it would mean giving in to Lemrone.

-Many'd have to die. So I'll refuse. Enormel said, casting his arms out fingers spread, he could feel the ambient energies around them.
Chemical energy holding living things together and keeping them alive, heat permeating everything, life-force of living things, spiritual energy leaking from some astral plane. Electromagnetic fields all around, and everywhere magic, like it was an integral part of the world they were in, elemental power was almost radiating from the night. There were also energies not as easily classified or harnessed, weak divinity, and conceptual forces flowing through and in between the rest. This has to be enough

As his fingers began tapping and drawing lines and symbols in the air, the spherical hull of the protective spell started rippling, wisps of darkness casting their unlight upon it. Suddenly a shock went through Emlem and the spell they had been upholding burned away. A faint mist of energy around them.
-... You're giving in? We'll take their powers and SURGE! Lemrone screamed inside of his head when he was no longer bound in the spell. Enormel could feel his power gather in anticipation. It would be a gamble.

-Waas Ha gheels abernaft twos mer krima noerla. ALL IS OURS! Enormel breathed out.
His head rocked back and his eyes and mouth opened wide, wisps of darkness burning from them. A shock could be felt through the air, like the beat of an enormous drum. And then energies started coursing towards Emlem, those attuned to magic would feel as if the mage had suddenly become the center of a mealstrom. Others would feel a breeze blowing towards him, making the trees sway in the wind. The grass around them withered as it's very life was sucked from it, the same happened to insects and other weak life, temperature dropped rapidly.

-Ahahahahaha Wahahahaha! More. More. Give me MORE! Lemrone's voice could be felt rather than heard, a telepathic sound radiating through the energies flowing towards them. He was so lost in the savage joy of taking every filament of energy inside themselves he didn't notice how Enormel weaved the remnants of the protective spell. The fact that he was separating the active part of Lemrone together with the new energies hidden by the chaotic tide.

Pressure was building in Enormel's head, the act of taking in so much energy so quickly made him feel ready to burst, but he had to drown Lemrone in it before stopping. When he felt every fiber in his body and every strand of his spirit burning in pain he fell down hard on his knees. Gasping for air as wisps of power twitched through his skin. It had only been a few minutes but his mind was convinced it had experienced years in agony, and it still was. Containing all this new energy took every bit of concentration and focus he had, even with the help of the reversed protection spell.

-Your wall would not have been enough. Enormel said. He was sweating and looked half dead of exhaustion. At the moment he was as helpless as a newborn child. A newborn child possessed by a monstrous demon.