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Syrath watched as the thing returned to its nest atop the Sky scrapper and smiled with a dark glee, Whetley looked at him with large oval eyes that designated his surprise. Whetley panicked began to nudge his head against his master.

"Do not follow him master!"

Syrath simply ignored the Cat and began to enter the Sky-Scrapper, he soon arrived at its top and began to move towards the nest of the Creature

"Hello Mr Asmodius I believe, I am Syrath. I wish to make a bargain with you my good fellow."

Asmodius stood and turned with lighting speed. The eversor had his Manreaper out and poised before the sound behind them ceased. “Asmodius simply looked at the creature in front of him. It was smaller than him but seemed to belie great strength. The sensors in his helmet could not identify the creature so the night Lord tried the diplomatic approach “What do you want xenos?”

"I propose an alliance between both of us, It seems you are far away from you're true home are you not Night Lord? I promise you power but you must agree to assist me Asmodius"

Syrath opens his suit case and reveals a large silver crystal which glimmers in the sunlight.

"I hope this can be one of you're first payments but you must follow me through this Portal first Asmodius"

Asmodius considered this. He was not as stupid as to walk into a portal without assurance that he would survive. “how do you know of the Sons of Kurze?” was his only question. The eversor drew his doom siren, just in case…

Ryan sat patiently on his stained porch, munching away thoughtfully at his breakfast. The morning chores were done. The house was vacuumed, scrubbed, and dusted, yet there was the sense that he still had another chore. He sighed and shoved the rest of the waffle in his mouth. He stood stepped of porch and admired his surroundings. His home was the only one intact for half a mile all around. A gang of looters calling themselves "Tha Keppas" had looted and destroyed everything around, and had steered clear of him only by his reputation. He knew it wouldn't last as he stretched his arms to the sky. As if on que, a dozen figures appeared on the horizon, surrounding a crudely armored mini-van. It seems today they would test their luck.

The van made the charge. It's wheels spun furiously, kicking up clouds of ash and muck, before catching its traction and charging straight at Ryan. Ryan turned so that his left shoulder faced the van, and bent his knees slightly. He let the van come. A second passed. Two. Then three. Then no more. He threw his left hand out, palm first, and showed "Tha Keppas" why they called him Wave. The air around Ryan's hand rippled, then shot out faster that the eye can blink. As if it had crashed into some invisible wall, the van crumpled, then violently exploded into an orange fireball. The others watched in horror as the crumpled and charred corpse of the driver flew out and colided with the ground with a terrible wet splat. They broke and ran for the hills, leaving whatever they had dropped in their desperate bid to escape.

Ryan popped his neck, then turned to go inside. But even as he did, he spotted a figure approaching some distance from down town. Perhaps another raider, or a super. Either way, Ryan wasn't about to mistreat his new guest.

Was he?

"I know of many things Asmodius, you are a smart man I believe and I don't wish to be wrong. I assure you that you will survive my Night Lord friend."

Hmmm…the xenos seemed sincere. “very well. I shall go, if you go first. The Eversor flipped the doom siren to ‘hammer’ in case things went south

(((Probably should pause till chowder gets back online.)))

Tomorrow, Atael would meet with this 'Nex', but tonight was a night for hunting.
He picked up his sword from its stand in the temple, and along with Haldrax, steped into the portal. The portal brought them out in the center of Paradiso, close the the govermental center. It was late night now, and Atael could venture out safely.

He switched to shadow form, taking Haldrax into the shadow with him, and began to search for his prey. Then he saw a target. A short man, with brown hair. Walking alone in a side street.
Atael manifested himself, and slew the man in one, quick death strike. Black lightning burst forth from Atael's skeletal hands, and fried the mans body in an instant. The soul was ripped from the flesh, and sent in worship to Kalin and Farasax.
The lords of death returned to their temple that night, satisfied with their work.

The next morning the papers read 'Paradiso's Chief of Police found dead in side street.' This was Atael's victim. 'Cause of death unknown'

The temple fire was bright that day. Death was rife in Paradiso. Just as Kalin and Farasax liked it...

(OOC) Cool but one more thing

As Asmodius enters the Portal he finds himself in the abandoned Mesa Laboratories, it is bleak and falling apart and is greeted by Syrath sitting at his desk with his Cat.

"Welcome Mr Asmodius "

The largest Solarium was filled with the faithful, standing in loose lines facing towards the south end of the room where a raised dias glowed in sunlight reflected through large solar tubes from the collectors on the roof and distributed throughout the outer walls of the entire skyscraper which funneled their light into all the temples.

Iris entered with her acolytes and strode to the speaking platform. Raising her hands she called the cultists to silence and smiled, the light pouring onto her seeming to radiate and fill the room, streaming into the souls of everyone who had gathered for the mid-day worship. As the sun climbed higher in the sky the light intensified, filling the Solarium and all the others like it within the Needle (OOC: The name of the skyscraper). At the moment the sun reached its zenith, the light pulsed through Iris, brilliant and pure, radiating from her in blinding waves that illuminated the entire building, making it seem to glow from within.

The sun passed overhead and the light faded, leaving behind it a sense of rapturous well being in everyone who had witnessed it. Even those outside the building felt a surge of positive energy as the light washed over them.

Iris lowered her arms, skin glowing with the after effects of the concentrated light, her beatific smile further illuminating the crowd gathered before her. "Go well into the world, seek life through light, and light through life."

The smiling group began to file out of the entrance to their various stations or their recreations while her inner circle drew close, following her to the private sanctum at the rear of the Solarium to discuss the city's tactical situation.

"Captain! Captian!" The soldier was screaming as he ran down the corridor of Base Alpha, the main US army headquarters.

"What it is, Jackson?" Captain Beatrice "Butch" McAllister had little time for the soldiers, now with the escape attempts growing more and more frequent.

"Captain, the analysis of the skyward object has been completed." The soldier unravelled a piece of paper, lines covering it, all leading to a single location."

"Look, Jackson. I ain't no techie. I joined the army to shoot gak, and that's what I'm best at." McAllsiter looked at the soldier as if he was dogshit.

"Captian, it means that the object is moving and adjusting it's course to hit a single target. Look, the geeks all agree. The collision is unstoppable. All we can do is wait for it to happen."

"Then why are you showing me this, Jackson?"

"Because, with all do respect, it seems like it's tracking someone. Look," Jackson unfurled another piece of paper. "This is a map of where the target is landiong every hour. Each hour, it changes. It seems that it is tracking something."

"bs. That's not possible." McAllister spouted, sweeping the papers off the command table.

"Well, captain, we'll know in a week." Jackson said as he picked up his papers and left.

Yo CHowder, are we using my alternate dimension Walri or my serious characters?

Chowder?

Y you no online when we need U?

Also, I vote you use The Judge.

Serious character, Mordo.

If you could re-post it, I can copypasta it into the OP.

RP:

Nex woke up with a start. He sighed. All the perks of being the spirit of death and he couldn't even get a good nights sleep.

He looked beside him and found Natasha quietly sleeping beside him. He chuckled quietly. How many times has this happened to him before? He had lost count. He got dresses, and walked towards his bungalow door, opened it, and went outside. He was bored. Somebody would die tonight.

Nex checked his watch, and saw that it was about 2 in the morning. He had a lot of time.

Walking outside, he checked the streets for activity, there was none. It was deserted.
Jogging over the street, and into an alleyway, he followed the scent of booze and drugs until it was too much.
He found a bum, propped up against the wall, and grinned.

Start small, work your way up...

He transformed, into a skeleton with a black cloak and hood, and the bum suddenly saw him, backing away, mumbling. crying. Nex drew his scythe, and used one quick, but powerful blow. Next thing he knew, there was the bums head rolling around in the liquid grime.

Nex congratulated himself on a job well done, before teleporting away away, in a bang of putrid smoke and death.

______________________________________________________________

There, just a quick post...

The fire grew brighter a second, unusualy bright...
It seems this 'Nex' as found a victim... Atael comunicated, For only a death lord would make the fire glow like that...
Atael went straight to the portal, trusting his senses as a death lord to lead him to others of his kin.

He walked through the streets of Paradiso, in shadow form, untill he found the place. A dead bum was lying in the road, decapitated.
Atael followed the trail of energy left by 'Nex', and came to a bunglow. He phased through the wall, and manifestied himself infront of a bed.
In the bed were two people.
He sensed the male was 'Nex'.

Awake Nex... Atael comunicated silentley You are needed in the service of the Gods...

BIC:…..Descent….

It was a cold clear night, the moon bathed the World in a silvery light. The sea played gently in its embrace, teasing the unmovable earth. Seagulls fought over a half eaten hamburger left on the beach. They flew up as they heard the humming of a C-130 Hercules flying low over the ocean. Inside the cargo bay of the enormous transport plane there were two federal agent. Both were clad in identical black business suits. The smaller one held a brown envelope in its hands, the inside filled with valuable information. They both looked up as the pilot entered the bay. “Guys we’re getting close to land. Paradiso is just a few minutes away.” The small agent nodded. “Keep us low and out of the radar pilot.” “No problem sir, if I don’t want to get caught…. I don’t get caught.” “We’ll remember that.” The larger agent said. The pilot sighted, sometimes he said things he shouldn’t say. He saluted and disappeared back into the safety of his cockpit. The agents nodded at each other. “It’s time, agent smith.” The larger agent said to his colleague . Smith nodded and opened the brown envelope, gently he pulled the two files out of their container. “Let’s go, agent Anderson” smith said.

They both stood up and proceeded to the back of the cargo bay. There was a small plastic table in the middle with a radio on it. The tones of AC/DC’s famous thunderstruck blasting out the speakers. Falke stood next to it, a fresh pint in his hand. He waved at the agents as he continued his silly dance and yelled the lyrics together with the singer. Anderson muted the radio, staring directly at Falke. “Why so serious?” falke said laughingly. Anderson pulled his pint from under his lips. “How the hell did you get this on board anyway?” “He bribed the pilot” Amber said as she appeared from behind a large crate. “And you didn’t stop him?” Amber just raised her shoulders and hoped this would suffice as an answer. Anderson sighted, he thought that he would escort a highly trained professional to their mission. He had heard whispers over this team in the pentagon, and in his mind these couldn’t possibly team Steeplejack. Smith intervened as he saw the grim look growing on his colleagues’ face. “We’re almost above Paradiso. So I’m now cleared to give you this.” Amber took both files while Falke and Anderson held a staring contest. She quickly flipped to the files only stopping here and there. “Is this all there is?” she asked not happy with the given information. “It’s all we have.” Amber grumbled as she closed the file and slapped it against Falke back head. “Oww, what’s that good for?” he asked breaking his concentration. “You lost, now suit up.” “Sure thing.” He muttered.

They quickly pulled their black armored suits on. Falke handed Amber her transport bag, she safely hung it over her chest, the parachute on the back. They both looked like obese men with all their armaments and supllies. Suddenly the red light blazed to life, showering the room in its light. The agents hanged on to the rails as the cargo door opened. Wind poured in pulling everything that wasn’t bolted and strapped out of the cargo bay. Falke cursed as he saw his radio disappear in the darkness. When the ramp was completely down it revealed the moon hanging low in the air, and beneath them the massive ash cloud that marked Paradiso city. “I still have to give you something!” Agent smith yelled trying to overcome the deafening sound of the wind. “Where?” Amber yelled back. “Behind the crate!” he responded. Amber carelessly walked towards it, she and Falke weren’t holding on to anything. A bit of wind couldn’t knock them of their feet. Amber Found a small box behind the crate, she pulled her hair back but the wind kept pushing it back. She pulled out several containers of ‘Substance 182’ she quickly pressed the box in her already bloated supply bag. She was back in time for the light to turn green. Signaling them it was time to jump. “Good luck!” agent Smith screamed. “Just try to don’t kill everyone this time.” “Can’t promise you anything.” Falke said as her ran to the edge and jumped overboard like a professional diver. “He’s kidding right?” Anderson asked. “Like he said, I can’t promise anything.” She saluted the agents as she followed her partner into the murky depth. Anderson watched as they plummeted towards the earth at an insane rate. “Crazy fools” he cursed.

(((We're going to say it's early morning, 2 or 3 in the morning)))

The figure approached from the down town area. Ryan squinted with a strain to make out the figure, and managed to make out a cape and hood, stepping along with light puffs of dust. He decided to meet the figure on his terms, and sprinted to the stranger, making sure to dodge the sharp scraps of vehicle and bots around him. As he approached, he saw the familiar build of Isuel, and slowed himself to a walk, as Isuel stooped and saw him.

"Ryan! You are alive! It is good to see that you are living!" Isuel shouted from a few blocks away as he raised his hand in greeting.

Ryan threw up and eyebrow.

"You think a bunch of doped up hoodlums are gonna cause me any trouble? Destroy their pretty little wagon and they run for mama."

Isuel gave his own look of surprise.

"So, the Objector team did not come this way. I had thought for sure that I was thinking they would... Disregard, I have new information for you concerning the dealers. They say they want to meet you, at a specific meeting place."

"Why didn't you just call?"

"I had have no phone, and you would not have answered."

Ryan shrugged.

"Phone's expensive these days. So what have you got to tell me."

"As I said, they wish to meet you in person. They gave me a letter to give you."

Now the gears were turning in Ryan's head. First they know he has a stockpile, then a group of looters appear, and now they want to meet face to face all of a sudden? Ryan shook his head. He was being paranoid again. Isuel dropped a note on the ground before turning and running off. Ryan picked it up and pocketed it. As he turned to go home, he had realized that he needed another loaf of bread. He headed of towards the downtown area, making a mental list of things he needed. As he did so, he took out the note and read it.

The Needle, basement, 12:00 PM Tomorrow. Dress nice.

Ryan added a clean shirt to his mental list.

Just seen the News of the Day.
Do we have to stop this?
Or do we want this to happen?

BIC:…..Descent, part 2…..

Falke grunted as his body absorbed the impact of the parachute. He looked up and saw Amber speeding past him until a full hundred meters beneath him she opened her parachute. He rolled his eyes for the responsible one, she sure took risks some time. His feet connected with the ground, he quickly broke free from his parachute, not taking the risk of possible entanglement. He threw his supply back on the ground and pulled out his high-caliber automatic sniper rifle. He heard the soft steps of Amber moving towards him trough the bush. She pressed her own sniper rifle against his head. “Pay attention Falke.” She whispered. He looked over his shoulders. Ambers was already in full battledress, her bag already placed on her back. “I heard you babe, you can’t hide from me.” She pulled her rifle away from his head. “Don’t call me babe, Falke.” She muttered. “Well as long as I don’t know you’re name. I can call you whatever I like.” Amber smiled this was a game that started on their very first mission, trying to figure out who the other one was. “Well it isn’t babe.” “Don’t worry one day I’ll get it right.” Falke quickly got ready and threw his bag on his back. He smiled as he received his portion of the ‘Substance 182’ capsules. “Not yet.” Amber commanded as he pulled on out. “There’s a lot of Supers out here, we’re going to need every single capsule we have.”

Falke pushed the capsule back and placed them in his safe place. “How many?” he asked. She gave him the file. “Read it, I’m going to sweep the area.” Falke waved his hand in answer already absorbed by the file. The darkness was no problem for their altered genes, night time was almost exactly like daytime. For reasons unknown to her Falke enjoyed to study supers, finding their weakspots. But it did came in handy. After half an hour Amber reappeared. “Got it.” He said as he placed the file in its back. “You need time to read.” Falke quickly realized his mistake as Amber raised her eyebrow. “Ow yeah, photographic memory….. you’re the one with the perfect genes.” “Well, we can’t all be like me.” She said with a devilish grin on her face. “But come with me.” He followed her through the bushes until Amber signed him to get down. He slowly crept next to her. A giant wall appeared before him, spanning from the right all the way to the left. The Wall was build six months ago to keep the rampaging Supers contained within the city limits. It was made out of every possible element, it was a good defense against minor Supers. But the others…. Well that was the reason they were here. Take the Major Supers down, so the Authorities could wrestle the city back under control. “well that’s not the way out.” Falke muttered. “Did you think that after El Harrabria, they would us get away.” Falke suppressed the visions of El Harrabria. “Yeah, I guess so, but I keep thinking they sent us here to die.” Amber looked at him, she had come to the same conclusion. “Perhaps, but completing the mission is the only way out. Running will be for the next time.” Falke nodded. “Lets head into the city then.”

They crept back under the bushes and over the hill before standing back up. They ran through the soft glowing hills surrounding Paradiso at a pace that would make Olympic athletes jealous. Not that Supers were allowed in the Olympics, but that didn’t lowered the envy. They dropped to the ground as a light appeared. They both aimed their sniper rifles on the source, it was a young man clothed in a greasy overall standing on top of a watchtower. The strange thing was that he wasn’t holding a torchlight. The light came from what seemed electricity crackling around his arm. The light disappeared after a few minutes the man seemingly happy that he didn’t find anything. They both crept closer, the watchtower was part of a small airfield. Apparently only inhabited by the mysterious Super. “Is he on the list?” he asked Amber. “No, probably a minor.” Falke’s crosshair rested on the man’s head slowly walking from the watchtower to his little house. “What if we take him down and take a airplane?” he asked. “nope, there’s no guarantee their’s a plane in that hanger, besides everything coming out of Paradiso will get shot down.” Falke pulled the crosshair away from the minor. “Lets continue then.” They continued their breackneck dash over the open fields until they Saw Paradiso laying in the bay. They looked at the ravaged remains of what once was a beautiful thriving city. “This is why I don’t like Supers.” Falke stated as he pointed at a small explosion, soon followed by the sound of a collapsing building. “Not because they’re better then you?” Amber asked. “Better?” falke grumbled annoyed. “Just wait and see.” He told her as they descended into the bowls of Paradiso.

OOC: That minor was you Skycrawler.

The raptor felt nervous. This was underground. He couldn’t fly underground, therefore he was fidgety, hissing slightly he said “Yess?” and dug his massive talons into the floor.

"Excellent, you accepted my offer now we must plan carefully as the others posses 'super' powers as you may call them but you are unique and with such skill you must realise that with power comes restraint and control, now here is our treasure chest."

Syrath reveals a massive model of the city made completely by hand, each building carved and each figure that dots it sculpted but when the Night Lord looks closer he see that these each represent a Super Villain or Hero.

++just outside of the military cordon++




Eversor chuckled to himself and wiped his manreaper on the grass below his feet. Around him was a scene of carnage. Three US military humvees and their occupants were strewn around in various states of dismemberment, the head of the lieutenant in charge was fixed on a spike of metal in the center. Gathering up any useful weapons and reloads Eversor made his way back into the city. His ludicrously enhanced genes warned him of two object precisely 1000 feet above him on the beach, with lighting speed he rolled into a bush and turned off his unnecessary body functions, using his cloaking drugs to mask his heat sig, and drawing his doom-siren he flipped it to ‘lethal’.




Two figures hit the beach and began unpacking. They had deployed via archaic parachutes. They both were obviously enhanced professionals, who had been doing this all their life. After some conversation, they headed down the beach at a breakneck pace. The eversor could keep up with them while running at one third of his optimum speed. He was impressed. After a while, the two commandos (for that is what they behaved like) noticed the warp-light in the boy on the lighthouses hands. They affixed him on their scopes but did not fire.



The eversor knew that since he was not a ‘super’ as they called these psykers. He could show himself. He stepped from behind his bush and activated his shields. While turning off his active camouflage. “Good morning” were the words that issued from the skull-mask that covered his face. “I greet you in the name of Ezekiel Abbadon.”



(OOC: you know who you are...)

the figures were impressing no doubt but the night lodr did quite understand “Interesting…but I fail to grasp the idea fully, enlighten me” said the Flight obsessed chaos marine. Slowly digging involuntary gouges in the floor.

@ineptus

.... sneaking up on my characters...

Prepare to die....Or talk....Or play some Bridge...or cuddle...

, writing has begun... but first i have to read your char sheet again...(my mind has a remembrance problem)

@silly

dont kill im...(not that you can ATM, he has active shields. think SPARTAN level)

here is a reference pic:

Iris lounged in the comfortable throne seat set amid a jumble of pillows and floor seats, her lieutenants and advisers seated around her in a rough circle. A large holographic display showed a detailed map of the city, with various markers scattered around, denoting troop movements, known or suspected locations of Supers and the factions they belonged to. Murders, shooting and other crimes also dotted the display as various advisers filled in the activity of the previous 24 hours. Iris's eyes took in every detail as the map became more and more crowded with markers.

At last the final speaker fell silent. An expectant quiet filled the room as they awaited Iris's orders. 20 minutes later they all filed out of the room, eager to carry out their instructions, repositioning squads of cultists here, sending in covert surveillance there, ordering more food stockpiles, distributing soup and bread in such and such a district, and all the other minute (sp? ) of policing the city.

Iris followed them out, Zetes motioning to her that he had something important to speak about, but that it was private. She nodded imperceptibly and moved towards her private lift to her penthouse suites, Zetes following her into the brightly lit, highly mirrored interior, his bulk making the otherwise airy space seemed cramped. "Just to keep you informed, word has been sent to the individual you identified to meet you at noon tomorrow." Zetes said as they rose to the top of the needle. Iris smiled and replied "Good, thank you for arranging that for me." they quickly reached the top of the Needle and stepped out into the huge open plan living area of the penthouse, light streaming in through the floor to double height ceiling windows that faced south out over the ocean.

Iris cast aside her robe and strode across the living room and onto the balcony, basking in the sunlight. She smiled as the sun caressed her skin, muttering thanks to Apollo for the light he gave as she dived head first into the brilliant blue waters of the open air pool.

Zetes followed her out, his dark suit and serious demeanor incongruous when set against the location and Iris's graceful playfulness.

Surfacing in a stream of bubbles, Iris softly trod water, her lithe form tantalizingly revealed through the gentle ripples on the waters surface.

"You had something to tell me in confidence, Zetes?"

"Yes my lady, I have information that has come to me from outside the normal channels, information that is not currently available in the mainstream." He paused to look out to sea before continuing "It appears there is an asteroid projected to impact upon the city in 6 days' time."

Iris's eyes twinkled as she contemplated this new information.

"Well, this makes things more interesting, don't you think?" she said with a smile, playfully splashing water at him as she dived back beneath the surface...

ineptus astartes wrote:The eversor could keep up with them while running ate nine thirds of his optimum speed.

Just so you know, nine thirds is 3 times faster than his optimum speed.