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Post by Radical Ace on May 17, 2012 18:10:52 GMT -6
Isra would click her own scouter to reply to Damascus. "Not all that damaged, honestly. They were using the vents. Do be a dear and add more grates...? And double-check where they're entering from, it was a group." She scowls... only to chuckle her usual dry, raspy chuckle.
"But I think we can use this to our advantage. I chipped one of them. Provided the desert doesn't kill them... I'm willing to bet they're going to lead us to somewhere veeery interesting. I'm planning to stalk them from afar. If anything important comes up, I'll switch over. While we're in this slight downtime though... I could use a bit of sport. What about you, holding up alright?" She had to do everything to restrain herself from an outright mocking-motherly coo. At least it was in good humor, or as best as she can manage good humor.
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Post by Rufus Garden on May 18, 2012 20:28:18 GMT -6
Rufus leaned up against the mountainous rock beneath the makeshift camo covered hovel of trees and dirt. The grizzled bandana wearing rebel was busy cleaning off an aged assault rifle of simple make and low penetration against the armor of Damascus's troops. The radio near him crackled to life with reports of guerrilla runs against supply routes, burning farms, collapsing mines... These rebels were not Sakura's, they were rogue, violent, unmerciful, and under armed.
The rebel gave a sigh. He was just a rebel now, but once he was a King, a God among men. He had broken the Heavens and the cycle of life to create a new order of existence... Gone, with a single blast, destroying his homeland and reducing it to ash and broken steel. He remained seated, looking down the mountain side and waiting... waiting for a band of Damascus troops, waiting for the heathens that violated what was left of his sacred home, waiting for the murdering bastard to know the pain Rufus suffered, to loose the world and know you'll never recover.
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Post by Zarja on May 19, 2012 1:18:00 GMT -6
A fire seemed to have lit within the tiger as he turned with renewed hope, "Your Grace, as nice as it is to hear from The Admiral, we are running out of time. I will expedite the packing of camp so we may relocate to the designated rendevous point." He bowed to her before turning to Phian, "If you wouldn't mind, I could use your assistance. This way."
Flash, Dimitri wasted no time as he sprinted toward the camp, becoming a white and blue streak against the desert dunes.
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Damascus scoffed, "You're lucky your pretty, I've killed for less. I'll get those grates" He made his way to a monitor. A couple of button presses and the monitor came to life along with every speaker and monitor in the building.
"Attention! This is your Emporer and Supreme Ruler Damascus Duskstalker. It has come to my attention that a small group thought it would be a good idea to try and run. What they didn't realize is they helped me choose a new color for my vents. Blood Red. Be that as it may, you are all lucky that I'm in a sporting mood. We're going to have a little hunt. First one to find - and kill - the Captain of the Guard gets promoted. Don't worry prisoners, you get something out of this, too. For every 2 minutes it takes to report his death, I will gas one cell at random and all of it's occupants. So, if you want to live, you better keep your eyes peeled and your mouths talking." There was a pause as he considered something before he continued his speach, "Oh, and if I find out that some guards are helping the captain, I'm giving you to The Vigil. Happy hunting."
He smiled as he turned the monitor off, clicking the button for his scouter, "Place your bets, Isra."
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The Captain of the Guard had stopped cleaning his nails as soon as he heard about the breakout. He slowly raised his head to the monitor as Damascus spoke then to the door of the room as word of the promotion rose. His hand gripped his pistol as the Lion rose from his seat, barrel trained at the door. If he was going to go down, it wouldn't be without a fight.
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The wolf couldn't believe it. They were free. Once they were out of visual range of the prison, the wolf stopped looked all around and raised his hands, silently cheering. The tears flowed down his cheeks as he fell to his knees, so greatful to see the sun again. The rest of the small group caught up with the wolf and started to sit and lay on the hot sand through winces and hisses, but experiencing it none the less. One of the group, a fox, started to tend to various wounds and treated what they could. They needed supplies, that was no secret. The nearest village had to be at least a day's travel if not two. She was almost certain not all of them were going to make it...
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Post by Radical Ace on May 23, 2012 8:39:51 GMT -6
Rufus' radio would start to crackle. Whatever messages that were previously audible were now coming in with nothing but static. Interference... Something big is on the way. It didn't take long to see what it was.
Four dragons were flying over the desert, passing dunes and hills, soon making their way to cross the beginning of the sun-dried mountains. One yellow-white dragon on the left-side, webbed, clawed, long-bodied and seeming to twist in the air. On the right, a blue dragon soared out, wings spread wide and a wide, a permanent grin of teeth set on its face, along with a single protruding horn. Its blue scales nearly masked with the evening sky's light. In the back, a large, horned red dragon followed lazily and low to the ground, easily dwarfing the other two dragons on either side. And out front, highest among the others in flight, was a silver dragon; an unusual sight among its more chromatic brethren... but the control that Damascus held over them did not seem to bother differentiating beasts by type; beasts are beasts. And on each dragon, four armored soldiers rode, weapons at the ready. Three flying gunships were following the dragons, stocked and ready. This was no scouting mission, to say the least.
"Sir, there's figures in the desert." One dragonrider soldier called in through a scouter, his helmet's visor locking on to the distant group of gathered escapees. "They look like civilians."
From the back-most gunship, the commander gave out his simple orders. "Let the yellow feed."
With a sudden spin, the yellow dragon would pull itself out from the formation, and head on straight to the group of escapees. A maddening, blood-thirsty shriek escaped the beast as its heavy form landed clumsily against the sand. Jaws wide and long fangs bared, it started to make its way to the group, like a lizard on the hunt for insects.
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Eliana stood back, watching Dimitri make his exit. She would give a quiet sigh. "..." She would turn to the coyote. "What do you make of... all of that." She motions to the departed group. "Any words, warnings, reminders, or commentary to make before we change camp? It looks like everything is going to get just a little bit more interesting..."
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Post by Zarja on May 24, 2012 12:14:35 GMT -6
The escapees froze in terror before the wolf looked up to the sky. It's impossible! How could they have found us already?! He looked around to the others as he shouted orders, "Anne, Thane, Smoke and Mirrors!" He scrambled onto his feet and started running.
The fox set herself ready to cast her last spell - she couldn't get very much practice in her Cleric magic in the prison, nor could she rest long enough to regain any spells, but she made sure to save one for this occasion. She just needed to wait on Thane to work his magic...
The mouse, however, was a very adept mage for this world and had his final spells prepared to save his compatriots. He screamed, unleashing his magic stored from within as he channeled a Mass Mirror Image on his group. Anne was ready as soon as he launched his spell and let loose one of her own - Obscuring Mist. The phantom images ran through the mist, hoping to find some form of cover to hide while they wait out the dragons.
A squeal could be heard before ending in a juicy crunch. Dar the boar was never that fast, but he was strong. However, it was his lack of speed that made him prime prey for the dragon. The wolf's heart sunk as the tally of their group went from 6 to 5. They claimed another of his friends...
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Post by Zarja on Jun 1, 2012 0:32:50 GMT -6
The Captain of the Guard stalked slowly through the bloodied halls. People whom he considered his friends and allies turned on him in seconds. He hadn't been carrying a watch, but he was fairly adept at keeping track of time without them. If he was right, the second cell would be gassed in a matter of seconds. Better them than him. He looked down one corner of the hall, aiming his firearm down the other end and shooting. Blood splattered on his face as the head of the guard he just shot rolled into the wall. There was a reason why he was the Captain.
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Damascus yawned. "Isn't he dead yet? At this rate I'm going to loose if he doesn't get killed in another minute...," He pressed the button on his scouter as he addressed Isra, "I think it's time to take to the field. You have one minute to prevent me from killing him. If you can, you win." Before he left the room, he pressed a random button on a console and watched the monitors. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement on the screen and turned. Cell 314 was the unlucky bunch. They ran for the door, choking and gasping. Some even tried to stick to the floor to keep from breathin in the gas but it was no use and soon their bodies could only writhe violently as they all succumbed to asfixiation.
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Sai held the burger by his teeth, as he finished notes. He turned his head just slightly, letting the glob of ketchup that was developing fall on the table rather than his papers. He had to plan this carefully. He had to make sure he could out think and out act Itace. He knew in a one on one fight, he could defeat the blind planeswalker, but how can you prepare for someone when you don't know where they're hiding from? He had to prepare for anything...
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Post by Rufus Garden on Jun 3, 2012 12:56:12 GMT -6
Rufus sighed out, annoyed at the lack of troops passing through the pass. He leans forward and grabs up his radio, speaking on an encrypted frequency, "Mark seven, mark three, we're up to our knees in imaginary skulls here, any brains to share?"
The radio crackled to life in return, "Da.. Kshshhh-Re-" Only static returned.
Rufus raised a brow at this, glancing around to look for enemies. He was positive the enemy was supposed to come through this pass. And they were running late. Then the damn radio wasn't working. Rufus frowns. "...Myehhh..." He raises to his feet and grabs up his rifle. "Let's see... Yyyeeeep..." Rufus tipped over a lantern, letting it shatter and the oil leek out before setting it aflame and stepping out of the shelter, firing off a shot in the air, waiting a specific amount of time, and firing off another round followed by another quick succession, giving out a 'fuck this, burn it all, retreat' signal. The soldiers took various routes, some under ground, others through the wilds. Rufus, he decided to stick it out alone and take a scenic route through the woods with his rifle under arm.
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Post by Radical Ace on Jun 6, 2012 18:01:02 GMT -6
Isra would start marching swiftly down the hall. The sounds of battle and gunshots rang out, but she moved on as if deaf to any chaos. Instead, she would casually raise up her fingers, and pinch at a device clipped to her ear. Within moments, a dark bullet-proof helmet would cover her head entirely; black visor obscuring her face. She would take a swift turn in one hallway, and pull out a small coin-sized device. She would slap it to the wall, and move on; an explosive, set to wait. No beeping, no timer, just a detonator kept with her.
Isra would move on, and take out her own gun. She lifts up the custom-made pistol, and fire a few shots to the ceiling. "I'm coming for you, Captain." She would call out. Either he would step out and reveal himself quick enough to allow a shot, or better yet... he ends up running away, taking the turn around the hallway, and go straight to where that explosive laid in wait.
Either way, she had to go down this path, and this bet-subject was in the way.
"Come out, come out now... I'm in a hurry."
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The yellow dragon let out a screech, head pulled back with blood and saliva dripping from it jaws. The taste of meat was a blessing for the starved beast, and it only encouraged it to hunt even more. Its gaze turned back down, only to see the mirror images of furres escaping. Seeing more prey suddenly present than before, it just got even more excited by this sudden turn. It would lunge and snap its jaws at targets, but more often than not, bite into the air. Frustration grew with each passing snap, until the dragon's thorned tail twists around to swipe against the sand, and wreck through whatever laid in its path.
The other dragons and troops, meanwhile, flew on in the evening sky ... Though light was starting to dot out in the landscape. Fire. The silver dragon's eyes narrowed. Who were these? These weren't citizens as far as he knew, and his poor eyesight did nothing to help him... But his ears swiveled. Soldiers, troops, fighters? Activity was happening, and he wasn't the only one to notice it.
The group would split apart; each of the three remaining dragons would be paired up with a gunship, and take on their own route to cover more ground. The red dragon's answer to the fighters below was simple; burn the living fuck out of everything it flew over. Fire was raining down wherever it flew over, with not a care in the world. It didn't even need to be hypnotized for this task.
The blue dragon took off to the left, and soldiers were keeping track of the electronic fields in the area. Locating where power was being used, radio frequencies transmitted... And when located, swiftly met with powerful lightning bolts from the dragon's maw. Thunder echoed out in the valleys as destruction rained down. As for the silver dragon, the hypnotism set in. It was too difficult to handle him, otherwise...
The beast would let out a ground-shaking roar, the sound echoing out through-out the land. He would rise up higher in the sky as the gunship would take the lead, and shoot down any beings the others had missed. The song dragon, meanwhile, was sent up to scout.
Ah, there's the town in the distance... And the nearby sun-dried forest started to catch fire.
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Mius would be standing behind Sai, his head hovering over the man's shoulder. And of course, he's wearing the Tragedy theater mask, Comedy kept behind his back.
How long he's been standing there, waiting to be noticed, well, who knows.
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