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Crap! you know what I meant

((I dont think ill be able to keep up with this. my computer has been crashing a lot lately. Sorry.))

dont rush. just wait until it sops crashing and you can RP!

BIC:…….First encounter….

Amber and Falke slowly made their way in to the city. They slowly walked trough the rubble of a destroyed neighborhood , they froze as they heard a stone roll down the steep slope. They both turned around in the blink of an eye, their high powered rifles aimed at the source. Amber swallowed as she saw what they aimed at. It was bigger then Falke, standing two feet above him. His entire body was pressed behind an armor of dark steel. Strange signs glowed deep red over his armor, almost as it was alive. His fingers were like overgrown claws, twitching in the dark. They studied each other for what seemed minutes, but was in fact only several seconds. The creature hunched forward, his skull like mask aimed at Amber. “Good morning” the creature hissed, quickly snapping his gaze upon Falke. ‘A friendly monster?’ Amber tought. This must be a first. She studied the thing, it wasn’t in the files…. so it wasn’t a mayor Super. Perhaps a Minor. The thing glanced back at Amber. Amber thought she saw insecurity, but his eyes were burrowed in its mask. “I greet you in the name of Ezekiel Abbadon.” It hissed, continuing as if this was a normal conversation. Ezekiel that name ringed a bell. “So you’re one of Asmodius minions?” Falke said, remebering a similar Super from the files. The creature growled at him. “Don’t you dare speak his name! We both serve the Ezekiel and no scum will speak our names” Falke glanced at Amber. “Seems I hit a nerve.” The Creature stood there infuriated, this would not end well.

“Falke you remember Histar.” Falke nodded. “Now!” she yelled as she rolled over the stones behind Falke. Falke’s Rifle barked with a thunderous roar, catching the thing off guard. It screeched as bullet after bullet crashed on his armor, searching for a way in. behind Falke, Amber swallowed her first capsule of the mission. She grinned as she felt it quickly dissolving and entering her bloodstream. Falke looked at her as he changed his ammo clip. Her eyes were black as death, even the white tissue of the eye was dark, a tell sign of what coursed through her vaines. They switched, Amber taking his position she fired upon the fleeing creature, the knockback of the rifle didn’t even pushed her back, unlike Falke just seconds ago. Falke appeared besides her, his eyes as dark as her. An Ecstatic smile on his face. “Who is Scum now.” He yelled as he fired upon the wrecked car the thing sheltered behind. “Fall back!” Amber commanded. “Quickly before it recovers.” They turned around, crossing the fields they passed mere minutes ago. But this time at twice the speed. They heard the enraged screeching of the thing as it commenced it’s charge. Falke pointed at the small airport reappearing before them. “The house quickly!” they altered their course speeding towards the minor they had spotted earlier, hoping that their assailant wouldn’t reach them before they were inside.

OOC: So, wait for Sky Crawler intro post and reaction to the rp’s… and then event…unless Ineptus chickens out ^^

Skycrawler wrote:((I dont think ill be able to keep up with this. my computer has been crashing a lot lately. Sorry.))

Write it in Word, and hit save often. When you're done just copy and paste.

The Outsider considered its next move as it approached the skyscraper.
The building’s occupant was unlikely to aid it, their moral standings being rather…incompatible. Yes, that was the word. Regardless, it was running out of time, and the Outsider’s goal was more important than any personal misgivings it may have had. The comfort that that knowledge brought, however, was not going to solve the problem of finding a way to enter the building without being shot on site.
True, the Outsider thought, it could use its thought suggestion power to influence the minds of any guards. It dismissed the notion. The enforcer’s devotion to their charge was such that altering their brain patterns may prove…challenging, at best. Perhaps it could teleport? Again, unlikely-it could not travel that far, and even so it had no idea on the buildings layout. Too risky. For a moment it considered seeing if it could scale the outside, but then again, that was a tall building.
The Outsider sighed emphatically; face still twisted in a morbid grin. Just for once, it wished it could simple walk through a door without being instantly designated a threat. Still, its form did bring its own advantage, the creature supposed.
“Halt, daemon!” In well under a second the Outsider had wheeled to face these new aggressors, dropping into a low combat stance and unsheathing a trio of wicked-looking knives. In response, it was met with three zealous looking individuals brandishing crude semi-automatic weaponry. A valiant effort, the Outsider thought, but did they really believe that they could take it?
Wait. Believe. That was it.
Slowly, prompting the men to tighten their grip on their gun’s trigger, the Outsider rose back to its full height, whilst slowly tucking the knives into its belt-eyes still focused on the symbol adorning his confronter’s garments. Then, it slowly raised its hands into the air.
I surrender, it seemed to say.
The men looked at each other nervously, and the Outsider could have sworn he heard one mutter “What is that thing?” under his breath. It was not surprised. Its appearance usually prompted reactions such as that, but then again the Outsider had never cared much for popularity. Finally, the three seemed to reach a decision and the centre man-evidently some kind of leader-spoke in a slightly trembling voice.
“We will take you to the holy mistress, beast. There she shall pass judgement upon you. Come with us quietly, or we are authorised and will not hesitate to use deadly force”. In response, the Outsider nodded, though if it had had eyes it almost certainly would have been rolling them. Always deadly force with these people…still, it thought as the men led him towards his objective, today was going to be a lot more productive that it had first imagined.

(OOC: I think you see where I am going with this)

Eversor waited for his shield to recharge before rolling out of cover. He whipped out his doomsiren and fired a single burst set on ‘blast’ the sound that came from the sonic pistol was like a thousand base guitars chording at once. A bright blue beam shot out and hit the smaller enemy, sending her flying a good fifty meters. Increasing the flow of his drug injector he screamed “WWWWRRRRRYYYYYY!!!!!!” and sprinted forward with the ferocity of a baneblade, while cloaking and activating active camouflage.



Essentially invisible, the assassin fired the graviton guns in his bots and leaped 100 feet in a single jump. When he hit the ground, the graviton guns were still firing. The intire street behind him was blasted apart. Drawing his executioner from its nest of his backpack the assassin fired a single shot at the rubble where the commandoes had taken refuge. The explosive round detonated on impact and sent lethal needles of neurotoxin everywhere the shot had not penetrated the stone though and so this called for more drastic measures. The eversor scaled an old apartment and followed the creatures back to the airport.



Arming his doomsiren again he flicked the selector to ‘lethal’ and lined up his shot. The hanger. Firing the weapon sent the blue beam into the side of the hanger, which immediately crumpled and sent planes flying everywhere. He slammed the button on his wrist which alerted Asmodius to his predicament. As he watched the commandoes sprinted toward the airport ,it took them only one minute to clear the distance. An impressive feat, but a futile one. Eversor could hear the roar of modified rump-packs in the distance.



Asmodius had had to cut the meeting with syrath short and had agreed to meet him tomorrow. As he flexed his talons, revved his chainsword drew his boltgun and checked his flamer. He swooped.

[ooc: I am setting my previous RP's the day before the majority of the RP's of other people, as I seem to be the only one posting during the "day" and everyone else is set at night/early morning. Plus it makes a bit more sense as mine are generally more background posts than anything action-y]

sillyboy wrote:

Skycrawler wrote:((I dont think ill be able to keep up with this. my computer has been crashing a lot lately. Sorry.))

Write it in Word, and hit save often. When you're done just copy and paste.

((To put it into perspective how gakked up my parents computer is... We dont have Word, or any of the other standard things you normally get on a windows PC. I swear im going to use linux when i get my laptop.))

Shooting girls in the back....Coward

Oh and don't forget i have Matrix powers.... So bring it on....when skycrawler posts his rp and chowder events it...

dont forget that Eversor's technology is thirty-eight-thousand years better than yours! (and he is almost 500 years old so...more combat XP)

ineptus astartes wrote:dont forget that Eversor's technology is thirty-eight-thousand years better than yours! (and he is almost 500 years old so...more combat XP)

We will see, when the event hits....

*looks at skycrawler and chowdah*

the event will no doubt be the comet (I dont think the judge would be interested in me. I am not a super. just a sociopath a long way from home)

ineptus astartes wrote:the event will no doubt be the comet (I dont think the judge would be interested in me. I am not a super. just a sociopath a long way from home)

I ment 'player event' for me, you and sky... because only the GM can kill and maim...

we all know that...

Ryan stood in front of The Needle. It was 11:47. Even if he was early, that might give him the advantage if he so needs it. He walked by two enormous gardens on either side of the large automatic doors.

As he steeped inside, the dark misery of the city gave way to the peak of civilization. He stood on oaken floors, polished to a shine, inside a large round room, perhaps one hundred and fifty feet in diameter. The wall of the circle lobby was a perfect matte white, with elegant banners with suns emblazoned upon them hanging down every dozen feet or so. Four massive pillars of Marble twisted upwards like helix's to support the massive glass dome, through which Ryan could see to the top floor, where he could see people gathering. Elegant benches of some surely exotic wood line the room, seeming to be able to support many more people than he surmised were here. The entire room felt warm and secure, a feeling that Ryan did not like. Three young people sat at the reception desk, two young ladies and a man. Ryan approached them, his steps echoed ominously across the room with each step. As he walked, he noticed that a darker stain was used to outline an image of the sun. He brought his attention back to the desk. Two receptionists were busy with papers, but one of girls, a red-head, noticed his approach.

"Hello, sir. I would like to welcome you to The Needle, home of the Solarium. If you like to join our-"

Ryan held up his hands in protest.

"Please ma'am, I already have a scheduled meeting. Might I ask where your lowest floor is?"

A touch of recognition came across the receptionist, as she turned to punch something into the computer in front of her. She then pointed to a door to her right, which, like the walls, was matte white, with a gold handle knob. Ryan nodded in thanks, and approached the door, his footsteps echoing once more. He opened the door and entered a downward stairway, surprisingly dark for the theme of the place. As he reached the bottom, the door above him snapped shut. Ryan tensed for a fight, but a light snapped on, reveling a steel lined room, filled with guards in white uniforms sporting light weaponry. Just as Ryan reared his fist back, one guard shot out his hand.

"Wait" he said. "We're not here to fight. We just need to put you through security, and then the lady will meet you. Ryan let his hand fall, but he did not let his guard down yet. They lead him through a security scanner, which read his buttons and cash clip, but otherwise nothing. Then they did a pat down, done by pressure sensor held by one of the guards. Once they finished, Ryan took a seat across the room, and waited. He only waited a few moments before a rather large man entered from the lobby above. The man had a deep tan, which Ryan estimated to be Central American or Caribbean. He looked like he ought to be guarding the president, and his hair was short, and he sported a plain suit and black shaded, and, from what Ryan could tell, a perpetual scowl.

"Mr. Battles, I hope?". His words were articulate and precise. A true professional.

"I assume you are my contact?" Ryan responded, not letting himself into the position of the interrogated.

"No, I am Zetes. I speak for my lady Isis, who your true contact. If you will follow me."

They left the room and emerged back into the lobby, the receptionists now gone. As he happened to glance up, he saw the group he had seen before had more than doubled. A lone figure stood above them, who raised it's arms to the sky, as if to hold the sun itself. As the sun reached it peak, the light grew brighter and warmer, and Ryan felt a little more calm. He immediately dismissed the feeling, knowing it to be false. He and Zetes entered a solid steel elevator, and as the doors shut and the box began to move up, he took another not of Zetes. He was a big man, to be sure. Big and powerful, but, if it came down to it, Ryan would have no trouble crushing him. Perhaps a few tonnes, and he would be a red pancake.

The elevator stopped, and Ryan and Zetes emerged on the top floor, dominated by a large pool in the center, in which a woman floated carelessly along it's surface. Ryan would have noted her attractive, had he a care for such things. Either way, now was the time for business, and he and Zetes approached the new woman.

Sadly, Silly, today is not a Player Event day. Resolve it amongst yourselves, please.

I'm much to tired to do anything, really.

Asmodius was not happy, not happy at all. and when Asmodius was not happy, people tended to die. He swooped low set his sights on the larger one. A quick set of bio-scans rolled across his HUD. Male, average height, combat drugs, enhanced muscle yield, and a horribly inefficient rifle. Asmodius had been waiting for a decent challenge. Evidently he would have to wait some more. The weapons they carried were ‘advanced’ on ancient terra, but could not even dent his Astartes war plate. ‘Warp, they could only scratch the paintwork at most!’ thought Asmodius as he dived he caught the larger one unawares and slammed his fully outstretched talons blunt ends into his back.


The man let out an expletive and was flung some forty feet, directly into a small house. Asmodius lifted off again and raised his flamer, aiming it at the broken door and depressed the firing stud. A white-hot inferno swept out as the raptor landed and continued cooking the building. The dusty old furniture caught like dry bracken and the moth-eaten carpets went up in flames as well. After a few moments the fire spread to the top floor, and licked the window panes. There was a screaming from his right, and the smaller female charged at him. He lifted her off of the ground and flung her into the blaze. Before lifting a minivan from the street and wedging it into the doorway


(keep in mind that normal Space Mariness can lift the back end of a rhino, he could pick up a school bus If he wanted.)


‘lets see them get out of this’ he thought, and raised his bolter after standing back.
It was acommon misconception that if someone shot a gas tank that it would explode, this in fact did not happen, inert metal bullets flying into gasoline did nothing but make a hole in the Gas can. Bolters however were a different matter. Asmodius pulled the trigger and sent a 75. Caliber explosive bullet into the gas tank the bolt shell’s diamond/adamant penetrator passed through the four-inch steel like it was air. The minivan exploded spectacularly. Ripping the house’s front apart and sending the burning wreck skyward with such a force that the explosion cold be heard and seen from the needle as clear as a gunshot next to one’s ear.


With a soft ‘thump’ the Eversor dropped down beside him. “they aren’t dead, you know.” Said the assassin. “I know.” Said Asmodius. “ That was just a show.” In fact they escaped by running out the back door. into the yard and back to the coastline.” “impressive” muttered the eversor. “Where we headed now?” Asmodius snarled. “the home of that damn bitch.” Leaning on his manreaper, the eversor queried, “the sun obsessor?” “Yes.” Replied Asmodius. “Ave Dominus Nox”

Time for me to go on my two week long holiday everyone...

... Raptors, I think you know what to do...

... and heres a goodbye present...

I'm going to wait for skycrawler before continuing the storyline.

@skycrawler, if you're computer still malfunctions... I'm prepared to write it for you, and then sent it over to you to read.

I will then carry your char in my rp posts, until you get your computer back in check...

Zetes motioned for Ryan to wait at the entrance to the rooftop area and walked over to the pool's stairs, picking up a robe from a nearby lounger. He stood between Ryan and the woman as she climbed gracefully from the pool and dressed her in the robe. He stepped back and fell into step behind her as she walked towards where Ryan stood. She seemed to flicker for a moment and suddenly she was dry, her hair ordered in a graceful braid running down her spine. She smiled at Ryan and motioned to a small table with two chairs. The pair sat down facing one another, Ryan slightly tense, ready for anything that might be thrown at him, Iris calm, collected and relaxed.

She smiled again. "Mr Battles, welcome. Is there anything we can get you? A drink, some food perhaps?"

Ryan shook his head "No, I'm fine thank you." No sense in letting them poison him, or slip some mind altering substance into his body.

Iris nodded to Zetes who moved off into the main penthouse.

"Mr Battles, firstly I would like to commend you for the work you have been doing in keeping your neighbourhood safe; you have powers and you are using them to the benefit of the people around you, not just yourself." She paused, motioning to their surroundings. "In this we have things in common - we seek to try and make the world a better place using the powers we were born with; I believe that I can help you make more of a difference than you ever could alone."

Ryan considered this before shaking his head "I don't think I am your sort of person, Lady Iris."

Ryan spun as someone spoke behind him, power building within him before he saw it was Zetes, returned with a tray of pastries and a delicate china pot of tea with two almost translucent drinking bowls. He set the pastries in the centre of the table, placing a drinking bowl, plate and napkin besides Ryan and Iris. The sweet and spicy aroma of the pastries wafted up from the plate and mingled with the refreshing steam coming from the herbal tea.

Iris nodded to Zetes "Thank you Zetes" He retired back to the penthouse as Iris turned to Ryan "You do not mind if I take refreshment?" Ryan shook his head and watched her pick up a steaming pastry in her dainty hand and place it on the plate before her. She poured a generous draught of herbal tea into her bowl, the clear liquid only minimally coloured by the herbs that infused it. The smell of lemon drifted to Ryan as Iris gently blew on the tea to cool it slightly before taking a sip and then taking a large bite from the pastry.

"You are sure you don't want any, Mr Battles? Don't worry, it is not poisoned, see?" She motioned to her own partially devoured lunch and laughed softly.

Betrayed by his watering mouth and rumbling stomach he picked up a pastry, sniffed it and bit a large chunk from it before pouring a cup full of tea and gulping it down.

"Unless of course I had already ingested the antidote." She said.

Ryan stopped eating, focusing intently to see if anything felt wrong. There was the feeling of vague contentment and wellbeing that was seemingly always present in the Needle which he was working hard to ignore, but nothing else.

The light began to grow dim and the air chilled. He looked up at Iris and saw a kind of darkness spreading from her, sucking up the light before it could reach where they sat. He tried to summon his powers but they failed to materialise. The darkness grew absolute and frost began to form on the table as the heat was sucked from it.

Iris spoke, but it was with a strange, hollow voice, as if she were speaking across the aeons, and he saw stars and galaxies form and die in her eyes. "Do not think that because I spread harmony here that I lack the will to commit to action, to crush utterly my enemies, to erase them from the histories and all memory save my own. I have destroyed more empires than you have ever known existed and shaped the course of history on this and other worlds."

As quickly as it had gone, the light began to return and slowly the temperature began to rise, frost turning to steam as the sunlight struck it.

She gestured with her right hand "Once loyal to me there will be no more tricks, you will still be your own man, you will simply have access to my resources; my intelligence, my armouries and my followers, as well as other supers working with my cause." She gestured with her left hand. "If you choose not to side with me, you will be free to go, to continue your individual campaign to right wrongs, such that it is. But if you interfere in my work, I will destroy you utterly." At this her eyes flashed with some of the darkness Ryan had just seen.

She nodded to Zetes who had once again silently positioned himself behind Ryan, he leaned forwards and injected Ryan with a small vial of fluid. "I would have your answer, mortal."

I have an Idia the fighting that took place between my charachters and silly's can have taken place in the morning, while this 'exchange' between ryan and iris can be set later that noon.

[OOC: That would be fine]

(OOC good i have started writing in that timeline)

anyone gonna post? (I need the conversation between ryan and iris to be over to post my bit as it ties us all together in one timeline.)

[OOC: I believe that I have Little lord Fauntleroy's character headed towards my basement, so I have PM'd him to RP getting into the tower. Also don't want to RP Ryan's response, as I don't want to force him into anything.

Perhaps RP some background/setup?]

sure...Its just unless you want a bunch of drugged up khornate cultists swarming your tower in the middle of the talk...

"Captain, the UAV scans have shown something." Johnson was staring at footage from the small plastic airplane.

"Yes, Specialist Johnson?" McAllister had more time for the science bull, as the escape attempts had lessened.

"We have found the thing the asteroid appears to be tracking. It's a man." Johnson pointed to the screen.

"Err... Is that Trade Avenue? The 'street of death'? How can this guy cross it?" McAllister was astonished. The Fiddler, a member of DARKSTAR, was a horrid man. He sat on top of the Paradiso Trade Center, holding his "instrument", a Barrett M82 modified with massive incendiary rounds. Every time the fiddler takes a shot, he would hit the person's head, right between the eyes. Whether this is good aim or something else has yet to be decided.

"Captain, I'm as confused as you are. We may just have to wait and see what this thing does." Johnson began to toy with the UAV again.

"Dismissed, Specialist." McAllister was, for the first time in her life, scared.

"Oh, and Captain," Johnson said as he left the room, "When this thing hits, it's going to take out a few city blocks, maybe more. Should we tell the people?"

"Yes. We should." McAllister left the room, heading for the truck mounted megaphone.

+++REMOVED UNLESS I SEE FIT TO USE SAID ATTACK LATER+++

Syrath looked at his massive model map and studied every inch of it, his eyes could spot the tiniest of detail and he slowly moved the Asmodius towards the Sky-scrapper the needle which Syrath had constructed earlier and had added markers to parts of the building where the Night-Lord would attack, he smiled and raised his phone and spoke with a dark glee

"Enjoy and make it quick, if you find anything of value return it to my base and I'll be sending a 'surprise' to help make a bang"

Syrath quickly moved the small figures representing strange creatures towards the Sky scrapper and laughed.

"They could have planned for 10,000 years and nothing could have stopped me."