god... your posts are so cool. mine are so dull. o.o
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STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The fires of hell did not kill me.
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Suckit Barto!
Suckit Barto!
As the floating Overseer slave was about to turn to go, and just as everyone was thinking the fight was over, an explosive blast from a giant, two-handed force-wave cannon blew Barto off his feet. The child of the light was thrown and slammed hard into a wall, covering him with rubble. Demon eyes flared with excitement as Aeshma watched the supreme weapon do its thing. A direct hit on the accursed Peacekeeper was incredibly satisfying. The gauntleted figure now had a clear, unhindered opening to the light-orb being with no lawkeepers watching. Aeshma's muscle flexed as he lifted the gun and grinned wickedly to his dark friend, encouraging him to go after his enemy.
Aeshma had looked carefully to be certain no other Light's Children were in the vicinity before he made his move. He'd back off into the shadows once again, following his new friend to assure his victory.
(OC I'm just hoping to knock Barto out for the moment. Don't want to kill his character.)
Aeshma had looked carefully to be certain no other Light's Children were in the vicinity before he made his move. He'd back off into the shadows once again, following his new friend to assure his victory.
(OC I'm just hoping to knock Barto out for the moment. Don't want to kill his character.)
Nice. I can't wait to see What Kami does.
The flight across the Atlantic lasted through the night. A dreary gray dawn greeted our very fortunate vampire as he stepped down from the jet in the old world the next day. Oh how times had changed. Despite how modern it appeared, being anywhere in Eastern Europe always felt like walking into the past. Memories of wars, tyrants, the church, plagues, and even the smell of horse dung on the streets came to mind. Mithias saw the faces of long dead vampires he had put down as he recalled his early years. As a hungry fledgling, he had also killed a lot of humans. Back then, Death seemed to rule with an iron hand. He shook his head to dispel the haunting visions.
Grateful to be on the ground, and to have his fate no longer on the wings of that airplane, Mithias squinted his eyes up appreciatively at the cloud-covered sun.
The structure of the English culture was comforting, its inherent militarism familiar to an old knight and ex-SOLDIER agent. Mithais was lucky to be able to keep his weapons without question, and not to mention Void's sword. Whoever this "Bedi" was who had invited him to London, he was hugely influential. Still, Mithias knew very little of the vainglorious vampire collector, not even his name. For the moment, he seemed to be a mysterious benefactor, but to what purpose? Surely he could have known nothing of Mithias as he lay bleeding on the ground at Kilo Point. If he had wanted Mithias dead, he could have finished him then. For this, he had earned a small degree of trust. ... a small degree.
Mithias was mildly uncomfortable with physically delivering himself into the hands of a powerful unknown. His father had mentioned London, but Gabriel didn't know as much as he pretended to. As far as Mithais knew, the old one didn't have any actual clairvoyance, but he thoroughly enjoyed pretending to. This benevolent setup could still be a trap.
Mithias was given instructions to wait, and shortly thereafter, a shiny, black, new Aston Martin drove up. He was given more instructions, God save the Queen, which included listening to even more instructions once he turned on his new cellphone. The Aston came with a new, black suit hanging in the backseat and a suspiciously swordlength steel (and airtight) case in the trunk. ... Goddamn.
Mithias had all day to himself to sight-see, but he had to be at someplace called the Whispering Oak by nightfall.
Grateful to be on the ground, and to have his fate no longer on the wings of that airplane, Mithias squinted his eyes up appreciatively at the cloud-covered sun.
The structure of the English culture was comforting, its inherent militarism familiar to an old knight and ex-SOLDIER agent. Mithais was lucky to be able to keep his weapons without question, and not to mention Void's sword. Whoever this "Bedi" was who had invited him to London, he was hugely influential. Still, Mithias knew very little of the vainglorious vampire collector, not even his name. For the moment, he seemed to be a mysterious benefactor, but to what purpose? Surely he could have known nothing of Mithias as he lay bleeding on the ground at Kilo Point. If he had wanted Mithias dead, he could have finished him then. For this, he had earned a small degree of trust. ... a small degree.
Mithias was mildly uncomfortable with physically delivering himself into the hands of a powerful unknown. His father had mentioned London, but Gabriel didn't know as much as he pretended to. As far as Mithais knew, the old one didn't have any actual clairvoyance, but he thoroughly enjoyed pretending to. This benevolent setup could still be a trap.
Mithias was given instructions to wait, and shortly thereafter, a shiny, black, new Aston Martin drove up. He was given more instructions, God save the Queen, which included listening to even more instructions once he turned on his new cellphone. The Aston came with a new, black suit hanging in the backseat and a suspiciously swordlength steel (and airtight) case in the trunk. ... Goddamn.
Mithias had all day to himself to sight-see, but he had to be at someplace called the Whispering Oak by nightfall.
Actually, now that I think about it...
Holy water in vapour form is definitely more potent than liquid form.
Because to vapourize holy water they had to...
BOIL THE HELL OUT OF IT.
Ok @Grombus. I'll give you a few options.
You can pass through the fire, but you will take serious damage (see my fire video link previously).
You can try to circle around and take out the flamethrower crusaders from a different angle. You will likely be faster than them and should be able to pull this off.
You can write that one of the flamethrowers miraculously glitches out and Void is lucky and fast enough to take advantage of the opening.
You can write that Void needs help, and I am certain Rhyss, Magnus, Hale, or maybe even Martin will help you, which might make for some fun rp.
You can make the flamethrower crusaders sick.
You can come up with your own option.
As for the Holy water vapor, as a vampire, you have to be affected by it to some annoying, inhibiting degree. As an oldblood, it's not going to incinerate you, but it might cloud your vision, or burn your skin, or sap/nullify your disease power, or weaken you, or slow you down, or make you cough, and generally be repelled to some degree.
A couple questions, I kinda know how old Void is, since you pm'd me, but how strong would you say his healing is, and how fast would you say his speed is, compared to say... Magnus or any of our other characters?
You can pass through the fire, but you will take serious damage (see my fire video link previously).
You can try to circle around and take out the flamethrower crusaders from a different angle. You will likely be faster than them and should be able to pull this off.
You can write that one of the flamethrowers miraculously glitches out and Void is lucky and fast enough to take advantage of the opening.
You can write that Void needs help, and I am certain Rhyss, Magnus, Hale, or maybe even Martin will help you, which might make for some fun rp.
You can make the flamethrower crusaders sick.
You can come up with your own option.
As for the Holy water vapor, as a vampire, you have to be affected by it to some annoying, inhibiting degree. As an oldblood, it's not going to incinerate you, but it might cloud your vision, or burn your skin, or sap/nullify your disease power, or weaken you, or slow you down, or make you cough, and generally be repelled to some degree.
A couple questions, I kinda know how old Void is, since you pm'd me, but how strong would you say his healing is, and how fast would you say his speed is, compared to say... Magnus or any of our other characters?
I don't think WW's are hurt by holy water. That's a vampire thing. I know they are hurt by silver, and so far, we've had some vampires hurt by silver.
<Snipped quote by thewizardguy>
Be careful what you Mist for.
You may get what you Vapour.
Gyahah!!!! *headdesk SO many times*
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