@Lmpkio I'm occasionally on skype as this name.
Wraithblade6 Member
Interrogator Chaplain
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.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
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@kishin asura Oh. Damn that sucks.
@kishin asura Come join us on steam.
@Lmpkio
Mithias was relieved to hear he wasn't going to be killed... yet. Certainly to the Sith's displeasure, he was lowered to his feet and once again allowed to breathe. Stormtroopers took hold of him and searched his things.
"He's unarmed sir." One of them announced, although Starkiller had probably already figured that out.
Mithias watched in awe as a giant robot, Starscream, some drone, and a Bowser ran in and started talking to Ghidorah.
"I heard you guys were in trouble... But it seems everything is taken care of..."
"Ugh, if only Ultron were here right now..."
By the sound of it, this rag-tag group of militants had their hands full with some ongoing war. Their defenses were lacking and they were struggling. Mithias wondered who their enemies were, especially if one of them could magically draw blood from a distance and kill with it. They seemed rather on edge and probably had right to be.
As he was marched off to a prison cell under Starkiller's watch, Mithias glanced behind him briefly to risk some light conversation. "I mean you no harm, I assure you. I have no idea what went on back there, but it appears you have some very powerful enemies. My own agenda aside, who are you, and why have you built a fortress here in Los Angeles?"
Mithias's long black hair waived softly down his back as he walked. His clothing was clean and undamaged and there wasn't a wound, dirt, or a single burnmark or scar on him. He had no idea that the prison cell would negate his telekinesis, or any teleportation he may have had, but he wasn't worried. He was unaging and had a high tolerance against starvation, disease, poisons, and the like. He was also plenty cunning. He raised an eyebrow curiously, looking for an answer.
Mithias was relieved to hear he wasn't going to be killed... yet. Certainly to the Sith's displeasure, he was lowered to his feet and once again allowed to breathe. Stormtroopers took hold of him and searched his things.
"He's unarmed sir." One of them announced, although Starkiller had probably already figured that out.
Mithias watched in awe as a giant robot, Starscream, some drone, and a Bowser ran in and started talking to Ghidorah.
"I heard you guys were in trouble... But it seems everything is taken care of..."
"Ugh, if only Ultron were here right now..."
By the sound of it, this rag-tag group of militants had their hands full with some ongoing war. Their defenses were lacking and they were struggling. Mithias wondered who their enemies were, especially if one of them could magically draw blood from a distance and kill with it. They seemed rather on edge and probably had right to be.
As he was marched off to a prison cell under Starkiller's watch, Mithias glanced behind him briefly to risk some light conversation. "I mean you no harm, I assure you. I have no idea what went on back there, but it appears you have some very powerful enemies. My own agenda aside, who are you, and why have you built a fortress here in Los Angeles?"
Mithias's long black hair waived softly down his back as he walked. His clothing was clean and undamaged and there wasn't a wound, dirt, or a single burnmark or scar on him. He had no idea that the prison cell would negate his telekinesis, or any teleportation he may have had, but he wasn't worried. He was unaging and had a high tolerance against starvation, disease, poisons, and the like. He was also plenty cunning. He raised an eyebrow curiously, looking for an answer.
I'm willing to re join hcl if we are moving on from this whole confusing warhammer story, and we leave our mega-OP characters at home.
@Absolis@supertinyking@dirty slime@Lmpkio
Mithias' next step slips on air as his body is physically floated above the ground. At the same time, he felt something unseen close around his throat, not like a 306 degree telekinetic crush, but a very precise band of pressure, like a large hand closing just around his neck alone. A jolt of fear hit him as he realized how critical it was to keep breathing. Moments like this reminded him of the last time he had been a living human with sharp clarity. Now matter how many centuries had passed, the body it seems never forgets its natural instincts. He grabbed at whatever held his neck but found nothing there. He was definitely in trouble.
Starkiller approached him and began his questioning, loosening his choke just enough to allow some breathing through to answer. Mithias couldn't see the others, but he still knew where they were by sensing their minds. With his shimmery yellow eyes, he peered down at the force user who had him. The force that held him in midair was very much like a form of telekinesis, Mithias found, except Mithias did not yet know how to choke someone or resist that. He could probably try to telekinesis his way back down on the ground, but such a display of power might be seen as a threat. He quickly and carefully contemplated his next actions.
"I'm... I need a ship. I was trying to steal one." He managed to eek out.
Why he needed the ship and the rest of his story was yet to be revealed, but then suddenly something unexpected happened. Dernla made her move and killed several troopers with her bloodmagic, promptly attacking the rest of the heroes next. As her magical wounds opened up on Starkiller, Mithias felt the hold on him waiver, allowing him more breath and an opening to telekinetically push himself back onto the ground, which he did. Then he felt something very strange hit him, yet he resisted it easily, even without consciously trying. It was a wave of manipulation, a call to stay and fight. He frowned at this and stood his ground, confused as was everyone else. Something bloody and sick was going on, some kind of attack. Soldiers writhed in agony, dying with the blood sucked out of their eyes, and everyone else was in pain from unexplained wounds upon their persons. Mithias gasped in horror and watched as the group before him staggered. Dernla took off, but Mithias chose to remain.
As the rest recovered from the hag's blood spell, Mithias held his hands up. "I swear that was NOT my doing!"
Mithias' next step slips on air as his body is physically floated above the ground. At the same time, he felt something unseen close around his throat, not like a 306 degree telekinetic crush, but a very precise band of pressure, like a large hand closing just around his neck alone. A jolt of fear hit him as he realized how critical it was to keep breathing. Moments like this reminded him of the last time he had been a living human with sharp clarity. Now matter how many centuries had passed, the body it seems never forgets its natural instincts. He grabbed at whatever held his neck but found nothing there. He was definitely in trouble.
Starkiller approached him and began his questioning, loosening his choke just enough to allow some breathing through to answer. Mithias couldn't see the others, but he still knew where they were by sensing their minds. With his shimmery yellow eyes, he peered down at the force user who had him. The force that held him in midair was very much like a form of telekinesis, Mithias found, except Mithias did not yet know how to choke someone or resist that. He could probably try to telekinesis his way back down on the ground, but such a display of power might be seen as a threat. He quickly and carefully contemplated his next actions.
"I'm... I need a ship. I was trying to steal one." He managed to eek out.
Why he needed the ship and the rest of his story was yet to be revealed, but then suddenly something unexpected happened. Dernla made her move and killed several troopers with her bloodmagic, promptly attacking the rest of the heroes next. As her magical wounds opened up on Starkiller, Mithias felt the hold on him waiver, allowing him more breath and an opening to telekinetically push himself back onto the ground, which he did. Then he felt something very strange hit him, yet he resisted it easily, even without consciously trying. It was a wave of manipulation, a call to stay and fight. He frowned at this and stood his ground, confused as was everyone else. Something bloody and sick was going on, some kind of attack. Soldiers writhed in agony, dying with the blood sucked out of their eyes, and everyone else was in pain from unexplained wounds upon their persons. Mithias gasped in horror and watched as the group before him staggered. Dernla took off, but Mithias chose to remain.
As the rest recovered from the hag's blood spell, Mithias held his hands up. "I swear that was NOT my doing!"
so we have Octavius in a limo with a new fledgling, Azriel running around, Bernard and Max, and Ehren and Kat. I see no human vampire hunters yet.
I think I will sit back a bit and watch the fun outside my rave party.
I think I will sit back a bit and watch the fun outside my rave party.
Oh! Oh shit I need to post in here.
ok update. Shit came up, shit should be gone now. ... Why the hell has nobody else posted yet?
@Lmpkio I just looked for trouble. *rolls D20*
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