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Nov 21, 2006 14:15:01 GMT -5
Post by Machaeus on Nov 21, 2006 14:15:01 GMT -5
"She's telling the truth," Urufu says, walking out from behind a mailbox. "I love my super nose," he smiles to himself. Machaeus shrugs, replacing his sword with a dark grey aura. He touches Amy, transfering the biggest of her wounds to himself. He hacks up a bit of blood, then transfers the wound to Urufu. "At least you can regenerate," the mage coughs.
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Nov 21, 2006 18:08:51 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Nov 21, 2006 18:08:51 GMT -5
"HEY!What was that!?!",Ash shouted. "THIS...will bring me trouble!" He looked at Machaeus and Urufu,who just showed up. Ash sighed and turned around,contacting the EDF over his communication-device.
Suddenly the pain Amy felt decreased.Apparently the work of this strange people. "Thank you.But why did he help me?And...how did you do this?",Amy asks,getting up slowly.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!",Ash shouted furiously. But even if she wanted to escape,she was too weak and Ash would probably get her in no time.
The communication channel to the HQ opened and Ash heard an familiar voice.
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Nov 27, 2006 12:44:48 GMT -5
Post by Machaeus on Nov 27, 2006 12:44:48 GMT -5
"Look, if someone's trying to assassinate you, wouldn't you run off?" Urufu growls. "That was a spell of mine, by the way," Machaeus tells Amy. "It's called Wound Transfer, and can be used for healing or offense."
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Nov 27, 2006 16:30:27 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Nov 27, 2006 16:30:27 GMT -5
Amy took of her helmet and wiped away some blood from her forehead. "Who are you guys anyway?",she asked.
"Ash.Whats you current situation?",the voice asked.
"Ive found Amy.Ill bring her back to the HQ.The armor is in a pretty bad shape,but its still operational.",Ash replied.
"Negative.Your primary objective is to eliminate Amy. After you've done that,come back with the armor."
"But its not necessary.She cant fight anymore.She isn't a threat.I can bring her back!"
"Ash...you will kill her.Understood?",the voice said slowly.
"What?!?I wont kill someone who cant fight anymore.There is no reason to do that!",Ash shouted. He couldn't understand why they still wanted him to kill her.
"Thats too bad.You were promising.But like many others you got a handicap called conscience.However,consider yourself marked as an traitor."
With those words,the communication was cut. Ash just stood there,remaining silent.
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Nov 28, 2006 13:22:41 GMT -5
Post by Machaeus on Nov 28, 2006 13:22:41 GMT -5
"A conscience is a handicap?" Urufu echoes. "Sounds like Amy was right about distrusting them." "What'd I tell you?" Amy says, standing up rather woozily. "Sounds like we need a search-and-rescue mission - find the others and tell them what happened," Machaeus says, slowly and methodically.
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Nov 29, 2006 16:29:52 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Nov 29, 2006 16:29:52 GMT -5
"I...have to think over this whole situation.I need a clear head. Have to think about a solution...",he said,still confused about what he just heard. "We need to get away.If they were able to locate the last transmission,they'll be here in no time."
He walked over to CM,who got knocked out by Machaeus and grabbed him,ready to carry him away.
"I hope you'll thank me if you're awake again,dude."
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Nov 29, 2006 17:01:56 GMT -5
Post by Machaeus on Nov 29, 2006 17:01:56 GMT -5
"We can't walk, it's too slow," Machaeus says coldly. "Just a second." He grabs the air, and it wrinkles under his grasp as though grabbing a stretched piece of felt. He then pulls, a resounding rip echoing through the air. You can see the interior of Dr. Vikel's lab. "Through here. Think of it as a wormhole." Everyone follows him through, and Mach simply slaps the space/time fabric back into place, where it instantly reseals. "Okay, now we can think up a plan to deal with these guys. Any ideas?"
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Nov 29, 2006 19:16:15 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Nov 29, 2006 19:16:15 GMT -5
"That...was strange...", someone whispered behind Ash. It was Amy,holding her helmet with both hands,absolutely stunned.
Ash turned around quick like someone opened fire on him.
"What!?!You!?!What the...",he didn't finish the sentence.Instead he turned around again,taking his helmet off and thrown it in the corner. He walked over to a chair and flopped in it.
"God.My life collapsed again.",he muttered."I don't know what to do.I really don't know it."
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Nov 30, 2006 13:19:37 GMT -5
Post by Machaeus on Nov 30, 2006 13:19:37 GMT -5
"Again?" Urufu says, tilting his head. "What happened the first time, or do you not want to talk about it?" "As for answers, it's simple," Machaeus says, almost glowering. "Vengeance is rarely the answer, but if they're trying to make you kill someone and then try to kill you because," his voice changes to an annoying mockery of a whine, "'You have a handicap - a conscience'," he then speaks normally, "People like that deserve to die or spend the rest of their days in H3ll. Deplorable characters, these higher-ups." "A little extreme for a secondary punishment," Urufu says, an eyebrow raised, "But they certainly aren't the kind of people I like. I say we take any reasonable opportunity to sabotage and harrass these - people."
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Nov 30, 2006 17:53:04 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Nov 30, 2006 17:53:04 GMT -5
"The first time...",he began slowly. "Robots started to rampage right here in Tremorton.I don't know where they came from or why they began to destroy anything in their way,but they came d**ned close to where my parents and I lived.Everyone tried to get out of town.We almost reached the city limits...but then...",he suddenly stopped.
"I still don't know what it was...maybe a grenade or a rocket... Something exploded right in front of us.As I opened my eyes I've seen my parents.My father was covered in his own blood,not moving anymore.And my mother...I will never forget the expression on her face before she died..."
"I still have nightmares.I still hear them screaming and crying when I close my eyes."
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Nov 30, 2006 19:48:47 GMT -5
Post by Machaeus on Nov 30, 2006 19:48:47 GMT -5
Urufu shudders. "I've seen and heard some bad things, but that takes the cake. No wonder you're upset." "Not to try to out-do you, but I was raised in the equivalent of H3ll for the first 200 years of my life," Machaeus replies. "But just when you think you're jaded, you see or hear something that knocks you off your rocker." "Wait, what?" Amy asks. "What do you mean, 'raised in the equivalent of H3ll'?!" "I was raised in the Infinite Abyss - the home of demons. What's commonly called H3ll is actually the home of devils. The only reason we're not overrun is because the two races hate each other." "So why would you be raised there for...two...hundred...years...?" She stares at him, her mouth open. "I'm one sixteenth demon," is his reply.
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Dec 1, 2006 11:15:07 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Dec 1, 2006 11:15:07 GMT -5
Ash starred at Machaeus too. "So...something like hell really exists?Oh man. Looks like we all had a messed up childhood. And whats a sixteenth demon?",he asked,raising an eyebrow
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Dec 1, 2006 12:06:05 GMT -5
Post by arbiterchamp on Dec 1, 2006 12:06:05 GMT -5
Champ:Dude, fractions. 1/16th
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Dec 1, 2006 13:34:51 GMT -5
Post by Machaeus on Dec 1, 2006 13:34:51 GMT -5
"Four generations ago a balor, the strongest of all 'generic' demons, introduced Abyssal blood to my family tree," Machaeus clarifies. "Generic demons?" Amy echoes. "Yeah, there are a few 'unique' demons. They're even more powerful than balors, and are collectively referred to as Demon Princes. Thankfully, these demons are so powerful that more often than not they can't escape into the material plane, where we're standing right now. I don't understand how, but it's a rule of the cosmos."
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Dec 2, 2006 11:20:58 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Dec 2, 2006 11:20:58 GMT -5
(Sorry for that stupid question.Was confused and under time pressure.Lame excuse,I know. ) "Infinite Abyss...Demon Princes..."he mumbled,looking around the lab. "Only thinking about it sends cold shivers up and down my spine." He stood up and started to search something in the shelves.
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