Post by We Are Vashari on Dec 27, 2018 15:38:55 GMT -6
If everyone's done introducing themselves I can skip to morning and start the plot.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
If everyone's done introducing themselves I can skip to morning and start the plot.
OOC: I'm still waiting for Glacies to reply to you/for Vashari to actually try and see/figure out/check out who just tried to kill him in 'broad daylight', and I think Kirathel has something planned.
If everyone's done introducing themselves I can skip to morning and start the plot.
OOC: I'm still waiting for Glacies to reply to you/for Vashari to actually try and see/figure out/check out who just tried to kill him in 'broad daylight', and I think Kirathel has something planned.
OOC: I'm just gonna do a thing after they finish discussing, and after Lync replies.
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
IC: “I saw him lining up the shot, and then I kicked his butt. He had some pretty fancy tech though, flying boots and everything.”
”Hmm...”
”We should just hand him over.” Whether or not the assassin was awake, Vashari says. ”Who ever you are, you're under arrest for attempted murder, conspiracy to commit murder, assault on an officer of the state, and ruining my winning streak.” Then he chained his hands together. ”Glacies, would you like to join us?”
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
”We should just hand him over.” Whether or not the assassin was awake, Vashari says. ”Who ever you are, you're under arrest for attempted murder, conspiracy to commit murder, assault on an officer of the state, and ruining my winning streak.” Then he chained his hands together. ”Glacies, would you like to join us?”
Unfortunately as he reached for the offenders hands, they suddenly whipped back, flipping the shotgun up, its attachment seemingly removed, if not outright torn off, and aimed towards Vashari's face as the mercenaries helmeted head suddenly raised up.
"Hey, doll, while I'm certain your blue-faced friend over there noticed fairly quickly, I'd recommend next time you check and make sure there's not a seal on the helmet of the person you've chosen to gas." The mercenary called out as he tilted his helmet to stare at Hanah. "It may be a tad broken, but nowhere near enough for you get the needed amount in to knock me out." "Also, sorry about this mate, I'd really, really rather not have to do this any longer," The mercenary continued as he turned back to look at Vashari. "But unfortunately The Shadowed One's will must be followed. Please, do kill me when this doesn't work. you'd be willing to do that at least for me right?" He asked, his tone broken, defeated, that of a person who'd already accepted their end, before his finger tightened and pulled the trigger, visibly using the last of his already ruined arms strength to do so as dozens, if not more, shards of razor sharp ice erupted from the barrel aimed dead on at Vashari's head/upper torso.
(Not even going to bother with a dice roll here. Have at it.)
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”We should just hand him over.” Whether or not the assassin was awake, Vashari says. ”Who ever you are, you're under arrest for attempted murder, conspiracy to commit murder, assault on an officer of the state, and ruining my winning streak.” Then he chained his hands together. ”Glacies, would you like to join us?”
Unfortunately as he reached for the offenders hands, they suddenly whipped back, flipping the shotgun up, its attachment seemingly removed, if not outright torn off, and aimed towards Vashari's face as the mercenaries helmeted head suddenly raised up.
"Hey, doll, while I'm certain your blue-faced friend over there noticed fairly quickly, I'd recommend next time you check and make sure there's not a seal on the helmet of the person you've chosen to gas." The mercenary called out as he tilted his helmet to stare at Hanah. "It may be a tad broken, but nowhere near enough for you get the needed amount in to knock me out." "Also, sorry about this mate, I'd really, really rather not have to do this any longer," The mercenary continued as he turned back to look at Vashari. "But unfortunately The Shadowed One's will must be followed. Please, do kill me when this doesn't work. you'd be willing to do that at least for me right?" He asked, his tone broken, defeated, that of a person who'd already accepted their end, before his finger tightened and pulled the trigger, visibly using the last of his already ruined arms strength to do so as dozens, if not more, shards of razor sharp ice erupted from the barrel aimed dead on at Vashari's head/upper torso.
(Not even going to bother with a dice roll here. Have at it.)
IC: Glacies fires his last two rounds to try and interrupt the attack, getting the jist of what was happening at about the third sentence or sooner (8, 15).
Unfortunately as he reached for the offenders hands, they suddenly whipped back, flipping the shotgun up, its attachment seemingly removed, if not outright torn off, and aimed towards Vashari's face as the mercenaries helmeted head suddenly raised up.
"Hey, doll, while I'm certain your blue-faced friend over there noticed fairly quickly, I'd recommend next time you check and make sure there's not a seal on the helmet of the person you've chosen to gas." The mercenary called out as he tilted his helmet to stare at Hanah. "It may be a tad broken, but nowhere near enough for you get the needed amount in to knock me out." "Also, sorry about this mate, I'd really, really rather not have to do this any longer," The mercenary continued as he turned back to look at Vashari. "But unfortunately The Shadowed One's will must be followed. Please, do kill me when this doesn't work. you'd be willing to do that at least for me right?" He asked, his tone broken, defeated, that of a person who'd already accepted their end, before his finger tightened and pulled the trigger, visibly using the last of his already ruined arms strength to do so as dozens, if not more, shards of razor sharp ice erupted from the barrel aimed dead on at Vashari's head/upper torso.
(Not even going to bother with a dice roll here. Have at it.)
IC: Glacies fires his last two rounds to try and interrupt the attack, getting the jist of what was happening at about the third sentence or sooner (8, 15).
While the first shot missed (9), the second impacted, blasting into, and through Faceless's elbow (13), causing him to jerk the shotgun with a guttural scream of agony as he fired. Unfortunately all it did was shift his aim, leaving Vashari's face/upper-torso less towards the center of the forming cone than the side. A cone he'd still have to dodge or risk potentially fatally injury due to the speed, and amount of projectiles aimed towards him.
Luckily if Vashari was hit it was now no longer an assuredly fatal one as it would've originally been! Now it was just a slightly less assuredly fatal hit with a chance of instead being a, well, crippling-really quite painful hit if he didn't dodge the (yet to be too large by the time it reaches his position) cone of fire.
IC: Glacies fires his last two rounds to try and interrupt the attack, getting the jist of what was happening at about the third sentence or sooner (8, 15).
While the first shot missed (9), the second impacted, blasting into, and through Faceless's elbow (13), causing him to jerk the shotgun with a guttural scream of agony as he fired. Unfortunately all it did was shift his aim, leaving Vashari's face/upper-torso less towards the center of the forming cone than the side. A cone he'd still have to dodge or risk potentially fatally injury due to the speed, and amount of projectiles aimed towards him.
Luckily if Vashari was hit it was now no longer an assuredly fatal one as it would've originally been! Now it was just a slightly less assuredly fatal hit with a chance of instead being a, well, crippling-really quite painful hit if he didn't dodge the (yet to be too large by the time it reaches his position) cone of fire.
A lot happened at that moment. The second both of them were pulling their triggers, Vasharis body was already instinctually moving out of the way.
Antroz, still holding him, increased his grip and thrust his knee into his back in a disabling
Hanahs sword was once again at his throat, her eyes sparking again.
Takua held a shotgun like weapon of his own and aimed right against the center of his chest.
And Rolvik took his spear and proded at his foot.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
While the first shot missed (9), the second impacted, blasting into, and through Faceless's elbow (13), causing him to jerk the shotgun with a guttural scream of agony as he fired. Unfortunately all it did was shift his aim, leaving Vashari's face/upper-torso less towards the center of the forming cone than the side. A cone he'd still have to dodge or risk potentially fatally injury due to the speed, and amount of projectiles aimed towards him.
Luckily if Vashari was hit it was now no longer an assuredly fatal one as it would've originally been! Now it was just a slightly less assuredly fatal hit with a chance of instead being a, well, crippling-really quite painful hit if he didn't dodge the (yet to be too large by the time it reaches his position) cone of fire.
A lot happened at that moment. The second both of them were pulling their triggers, Vasharis body was already instinctually moving out of the way.
Antroz, still holding him, increased his grip and thrust his knee into his back in a disabling
Hanahs sword was once again at his throat, her eyes sparking again.
Takua held a shotgun like weapon of his own and aimed right against the center of his chest.
And Rolvik took his spear and proded at his foot.
Antroz's blow hit with a heavy crack. The mercenary suddenly giving a violent jerk, and strangled gasp. The trickle of protodermis from the hole in his chest temporarily increasing as a few streams of the lubricant(?) jetted out from below the edges of the armours wound.
The mercenary instantly fell limp following the jerk, only a small few shudders managing to follow, and the arm holding the shotgun practically whiping back, the sound of tearing metal, tendons, and whatever else breakable you'd likely find in said limb coming from it as the wound, already stretching through half of its width, noticeably widened, and his hand holding the shotgun, miraculously still held within it (if now certainly due to that portion of the arm itself having entered a state of rigor mortis) hanging quiet a bit further below his other.
Last Edit: Dec 31, 2018 15:48:06 GMT -6 by KAI_BORG
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A lot happened at that moment. The second both of them were pulling their triggers, Vasharis body was already instinctually moving out of the way.
Antroz, still holding him, increased his grip and thrust his knee into his back in a disabling
Hanahs sword was once again at his throat, her eyes sparking again.
Takua held a shotgun like weapon of his own and aimed right against the center of his chest.
And Rolvik took his spear and proded at his foot.
Antroz's blow hit with a heavy crack. The mercenary suddenly giving a violent jerk, and strangled gasp. The trickle of protodermis from the hole in his chest temporarily increasing as a few streams of the lubricant(?) jetted out from below the edges of the armours wound.
The mercenary instantly fell limp following the jerk, only a small few shudders managing to follow, and the arm holding the shotgun practically whiping back, the sound of tearing metal, tendons, and whatever else breakable you'd likely find in said limb coming from it as the wound, already stretching through half of its width, noticeably widened, and his hand holding the shotgun, miraculously still held within it (if now certainly due to that portion of the arm itself having entered a state of rigor mortis) hanging quiet a bit further below his other.
IC: Glacies recoils. “Ooh, that’s gotta hurt.”
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
Antroz's blow hit with a heavy crack. The mercenary suddenly giving a violent jerk, and strangled gasp. The trickle of protodermis from the hole in his chest temporarily increasing as a few streams of the lubricant(?) jetted out from below the edges of the armours wound.
The mercenary instantly fell limp following the jerk, only a small few shudders managing to follow, and the arm holding the shotgun practically whiping back, the sound of tearing metal, tendons, and whatever else breakable you'd likely find in said limb coming from it as the wound, already stretching through half of its width, noticeably widened, and his hand holding the shotgun, miraculously still held within it (if now certainly due to that portion of the arm itself having entered a state of rigor mortis) hanging quiet a bit further below his other.
IC: Glacies recoils. “Ooh, that’s gotta hurt.”
Seeing as how glacies (Glace) was staring at the wound he may have seen that th̶e͝r̀e҉ w̛a̸s ͢s͡om̢eth̶íng mov̨i͞n͘g͡ ̵i̡n͢ ͝t̴h̵e ҉w͠o̶und͠ there was nothing in the wound but the protodermis leaking from it, but which may have made it look worse, despite still being quite bad, than it first seemed.
While the suddenness of its movement caused said portion of that arm to seem much lower in comparison to his other's, seeing as how it was slowly̛ pul̴ļi͡ng ͏itself ̶tǫǵet͜h́e͏r still wide open and in no way changing, and his hand, while still a distance below the other, w̧a͢s st͞ea̷d͡il͠y l͟e҉v͞el̛i͠n͡g ͢bac҉k ͞o̶ut͠ it had clearly been no further down than it first appeared.
Glacies would most likely have felt oddly wary about the wound, d͏uè t̵o the ̷b͢ļack͘ ͘ooz͝e ͏ĺea̡ķin͘g ͞fr͝o̡m̀ ͠it,̕ ̶and̶ vi̧sibl͠y̵ ́p͝ull̨ing ͞it͏ ̨bac͠ḱ tog̷e͡th͟er despite there being no reason at allto have such a worry, due to there being nothing strange about the wound.
It was just a normal wound.
Nothing weird.
Nothing strange.
Nothing at all.
Last Edit: Jan 7, 2019 11:10:24 GMT -6 by KAI_BORG
Seeing as how Glacies was staring at the wound he may have seen that th̶e͝r̀e҉ w̛a̸s ͢s͡om̢eth̶íng mov̨i͞n͘g͡ ̵i̡n͢ ͝t̴h̵e ҉w͠o̶und͠ there was nothing in the wound but the protodermis leaking from it, but which may have made it look worse, despite still being quite bad, than it first seemed.
While the suddenness of its movement caused said portion of that arm to seem much lower in comparison to his other's, seeing as how it was slowly̛ pul̴ļi͡ng ͏itself ̶tǫǵet͜h́e͏r still wide open and in no way changing, and his hand, while still a distance below the other, w̧a͢s st͞ea̷d͡il͠y l͟e҉v͞el̛i͠n͡g ͢bac҉k ͞o̶ut͠ it had clearly been no further down than it first appeared.
Glacies would most likely have felt oddly wary about the wound, d͏uè t̵o the ̷b͢ļack͘ ͘ooz͝e ͏ĺea̡ķin͘g ͞fr͝o̡m̀ ͠it,̕ ̶and̶ vi̧sibl͠y̵ ́p͝ull̨ing ͞it͏ ̨bac͠ḱ tog̷e͡th͟er despite there being no reason at allto have such a worry, due to there being nothing strange about the wound.
It was just a normal wound.
Nothing weird.
Nothing strange.
Nothing at all.
IC: The sound of metal tearing through the air suddenly, is heard.
A long greyish strand of...something vaguely metallic swings down from the sky, lashing toward Faceless. The strand swiftly wraps around his upper body, coiling and then tightening fast (not tight enough to crush his breath, but enough so as to not be removed easily).
Above...
As Lync sees, the silver creature has moved, withdrawing what looks like an unrealistically long whip-chain from their cape and thrown it down (where it has wrapped around Faceless). The armored person says nothing, merely grunting and twitching as they pull on the chain hard.
And below...
Faceless suddenly shoots into the air as the chain hoists him upright (and out of the grip of anyone holding him, almost miraculously). It curves and moves midair, almost more like a tentacle, or a snake, than a chain. In a manner of seconds it has already lifted Faceless out of reach of Glacies, Vashari and the others, and in a few more seconds it coils in the air beside its master, Faceless' prone form held aloft.
The silver figure pants noticeably, as they wave a hand toward Lync and those below. "Sorry-not-sorry. I need him more than you do. Merry Hannukah and Happy Halloween, dear children."
She smiles at Lync, teeth sharp, multifractal daggers.
"See you later, Lyncy. Maybe we'll have some fun then."
The silver woman smiles, and in a smooth motion bounds off of the roof, leaping towards another. She lands, and continues bounding, hopping toward another roof nearby.
Last Edit: Dec 31, 2018 20:27:06 GMT -6 by Kirathel
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
Post by We Are Vashari on Jan 4, 2019 19:26:18 GMT -6
Jayzor
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
Seeing as how Glacies was staring at the wound he may have seen that th̶e͝r̀e҉ w̛a̸s ͢s͡om̢eth̶íng mov̨i͞n͘g͡ ̵i̡n͢ ͝t̴h̵e ҉w͠o̶und͠ there was nothing in the wound but the protodermis leaking from it, but which may have made it look worse, despite still being quite bad, than it first seemed.
While the suddenness of its movement caused said portion of that arm to seem much lower in comparison to his other's, seeing as how it was slowly̛ pul̴ļi͡ng ͏itself ̶tǫǵet͜h́e͏r still wide open and in no way changing, and his hand, while still a distance below the other, w̧a͢s st͞ea̷d͡il͠y l͟e҉v͞el̛i͠n͡g ͢bac҉k ͞o̶ut͠ it had clearly been no further down than it first appeared.
Glacies would most likely have felt oddly wary about the wound, d͏uè t̵o the ̷b͢ļack͘ ͘ooz͝e ͏ĺea̡ķin͘g ͞fr͝o̡m̀ ͠it,̕ ̶and̶ vi̧sibl͠y̵ ́p͝ull̨ing ͞it͏ ̨bac͠ḱ tog̷e͡th͟er despite there being no reason at allto have such a worry, due to there being nothing strange about the wound.
It was just a normal wound.
Nothing weird.
Nothing strange.
Nothing at all.
IC: The sound of metal tearing through the air suddenly, is heard.
A long greyish strand of...something vaguely metallic swings down from the sky, lashing toward Faceless. The strand swiftly wraps around his upper body, coiling and then tightening fast (not tight enough to crush his breath, but enough so as to not be removed easily).
Above...
As Lync sees, the silver creature has moved, withdrawing what looks like an unrealistically long whip-chain from their cape and thrown it down (where it has wrapped around Faceless). The armored person says nothing, merely grunting and twitching as they pull on the chain hard.
And below...
Faceless suddenly shoots into the air as the chain hoists him upright (and out of the grip of anyone holding him, almost miraculously). It curves and moves midair, almost more like a tentacle, or a snake, than a chain. In a manner of seconds it has already lifted Faceless out of reach of Glacies, Vashari and the others, and in a few more seconds it coils in the air beside its master, Faceless' prone form held aloft.
The silver figure pants noticeably, as they wave a hand toward Lync and those below. "Sorry-not-sorry. I need him more than you do. Merry Hannukah and Happy Halloween, dear children."
She smiles at Lync, teeth sharp, multifractal daggers.
"See you later, Lyncy. Maybe we'll have some fun then."
The silver woman smiles, and in a smooth motion bounds off of the roof, leaping towards another. She lands, and continues bounding, hopping toward another roof nearby.
Seeing as how Glacies was staring at the wound he may have seen that th̶e͝r̀e҉ w̛a̸s ͢s͡om̢eth̶íng mov̨i͞n͘g͡ ̵i̡n͢ ͝t̴h̵e ҉w͠o̶und͠ there was nothing in the wound but the protodermis leaking from it, but which may have made it look worse, despite still being quite bad, than it first seemed.
While the suddenness of its movement caused said portion of that arm to seem much lower in comparison to his other's, seeing as how it was slowly̛ pul̴ļi͡ng ͏itself ̶tǫǵet͜h́e͏r still wide open and in no way changing, and his hand, while still a distance below the other, w̧a͢s st͞ea̷d͡il͠y l͟e҉v͞el̛i͠n͡g ͢bac҉k ͞o̶ut͠ it had clearly been no further down than it first appeared.
Glacies would most likely have felt oddly wary about the wound, d͏uè t̵o the ̷b͢ļack͘ ͘ooz͝e ͏ĺea̡ķin͘g ͞fr͝o̡m̀ ͠it,̕ ̶and̶ vi̧sibl͠y̵ ́p͝ull̨ing ͞it͏ ̨bac͠ḱ tog̷e͡th͟er despite there being no reason at allto have such a worry, due to there being nothing strange about the wound.
It was just a normal wound.
Nothing weird.
Nothing strange.
Nothing at all.
IC: The sound of metal tearing through the air suddenly, is heard.
A long greyish strand of...something vaguely metallic swings down from the sky, lashing toward Faceless. The strand swiftly wraps around his upper body, coiling and then tightening fast (not tight enough to crush his breath, but enough so as to not be removed easily).
Above...
As Lync sees, the silver creature has moved, withdrawing what looks like an unrealistically long whip-chain from their cape and thrown it down (where it has wrapped around Faceless). The armored person says nothing, merely grunting and twitching as they pull on the chain hard.
And below...
Faceless suddenly shoots into the air as the chain hoists him upright (and out of the grip of anyone holding him, almost miraculously). It curves and moves midair, almost more like a tentacle, or a snake, than a chain. In a manner of seconds it has already lifted Faceless out of reach of Glacies, Vashari and the others, and in a few more seconds it coils in the air beside its master, Faceless' prone form held aloft.
The silver figure pants noticeably, as they wave a hand toward Lync and those below. "Sorry-not-sorry. I need him more than you do. Merry Hannukah and Happy Halloween, dear children."
She smiles at Lync, teeth sharp, multifractal daggers.
"See you later, Lyncy. Maybe we'll have some fun then."
The silver woman smiles, and in a smooth motion bounds off of the roof, leaping towards another. She lands, and continues bounding, hopping toward another roof nearby.
IC: "Oh, we're not done yet!" Lync shouts. She leans, turning and shooting off after the stranger.
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IC: The sound of metal tearing through the air suddenly, is heard.
A long greyish strand of...something vaguely metallic swings down from the sky, lashing toward Faceless. The strand swiftly wraps around his upper body, coiling and then tightening fast (not tight enough to crush his breath, but enough so as to not be removed easily).
Above...
As Lync sees, the silver creature has moved, withdrawing what looks like an unrealistically long whip-chain from their cape and thrown it down (where it has wrapped around Faceless). The armored person says nothing, merely grunting and twitching as they pull on the chain hard.
And below...
Faceless suddenly shoots into the air as the chain hoists him upright (and out of the grip of anyone holding him, almost miraculously). It curves and moves midair, almost more like a tentacle, or a snake, than a chain. In a manner of seconds it has already lifted Faceless out of reach of Glacies, Vashari and the others, and in a few more seconds it coils in the air beside its master, Faceless' prone form held aloft.
The silver figure pants noticeably, as they wave a hand toward Lync and those below. "Sorry-not-sorry. I need him more than you do. Merry Hannukah and Happy Halloween, dear children."
She smiles at Lync, teeth sharp, multifractal daggers.
"See you later, Lyncy. Maybe we'll have some fun then."
The silver woman smiles, and in a smooth motion bounds off of the roof, leaping towards another. She lands, and continues bounding, hopping toward another roof nearby.
IC: "Oh, we're not done yet!" Lync shouts. She leans, turning and shooting off after the stranger.
IC: “Ah Karz,” Glacies swears, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep up with that one. Chasing people down was never my specialty.” He starts reloading his blaster.
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.