Sutoratosu

Ray walked over again to Clint, looking at his rolex "I'm afraid that anymore fights will have to wait, You two. It's 11:48 hours right now. Lunch starts at 12:00 hours. We need to get back if any of us are gonna eat." With that Ray walked back over to the Troop Transport truck and began speaking to the driver...

Yes, we'll be moving back to base soon, so no more fights for now.

Ethic had run the portal with kenny to find Ixidor and a women and a young girl. Then he heard the same voice that had called out for Ethan as another Young girl came out of nowhere, Kenny didn't really seemed phased by her sudden appearance, just told her his name. she answered back. "I'm Ellaria. Where we are? I came here to scape from the rain and everything went mad, you known... " Ethic answered. "we're inside the hill... or rather, we're under it..." He looked over to Ixidor, satisfied that hi friend was seemingly unharmed, he continued. "My name's Ethic by the way, and I'm the Guy who took out the shadows just a few minutes ago. Mind if I ask you this: Who is this Ethan that you were calling out for, a traveling companion?" He then heard a scream of pain coming from the opposite aisle, curiously, he went over to where Ixidor was standing and looked through the small alcove inbetween the shelves, investigating. What he saw was a... a man sized rat... And it was wearing Shotgun McGee's gear and clothing, which could only mean.... "Mother of God..." He whispered "The legends were true... Were-persons do exist..." He increased the energy he channeled to the deck, preparing to fight this rat man which had to be the lunatic shotgun wielder from earlier. Kenny said something "What the heck was that?!" He replied. "Shotgun McGee, everyone be quiet for a moment...he might not notice us..."

Not again my friend, I checked for bombs under the chair this time! :Kappa: *Escapes the chair as it blows up.* "Grand Meister, Hand me 'the biscuit'" *Grandmeister hand me 'the biscuit', I snapp the black covering on it in half, then pick up the yellow telephone and call the NMCC, along with my secretary of defense* "Yes,this is his grace, Ethic. I hereby authorize the launch." *We enter in the attack options to the operator.* "Yes, that's right, to the moon! Not ours, of course, I'll give you a star map..." *A Land-to-Space nuke is launched, it impacts on the moon Notus is on, destroying it and him.* "That's better..." Still King :Kappa:

You all have seen what those things can do, right? You really think it's a wise decision to let them loose in you all's sleeping quarters?

Ethic listened as Kenny explained his powers, then had some kind of Idea, turning to the group and asking Ixidor. "Excuse me, Ixidor, but i'd like to see if my latest theory about my power is correct, and i think that we should find out!" Except that Ixidor was not with the group any longer, though he had been there a few seconds ago when Ethic looked. "Ixidor? Yo, Ixidor, Where are you!?" He called. He heard someone calling out for Ethan or something in an unknown direction, but paid no mind to it, he had the more important task of finding his young and noobish friend. He turned to Kenny "Look, man, We've gotta find him. He'll get himself killed without someone to watch out for him, and there are more crazy people like Shotgun McGee in here, I saw them come in." With that he raced off to find Ixidor, he reached inside himself and ordered the cards in his pocket to once again start surging with power as they did before, preparing himself to call on them again in-case they were needed once more

*Cut's off notus's hands and Banishes him to the moon, where he dies in the void of space, with no air to manipulate.* "That should keep the wind caller occupied for a while." *Leans back in Lazy-boy recliner, begins reading paper* "Oh, and Guess I won't be abdicating anymore..." *Creates an exact copy of the moon far outside of our solar system and moves Notus to that one for good measure* "Well, I'm king. Grand Meister, If you would do the honors." *Grand meister begins coronation ceremony as I continue to read the morning paper.*

"thanks. you do not know how thankful i am that you had that power ready. by the way, my name's Kenny. who're you?" "I'm Ethic." He replied. "As for that power, I didn't really know I even had it. One minute I'm standin here, bout to be run down by shadows, then the next minute I'm in some weird rainbow lighted place talking to an old man in a hood, and then... I just kinda did it without thinking." He got up. The Final Judgement Arcana now had a new sensation to it, different than before. It was also covered in Ethic's blood from his coughing episode, he wiped it off and put it back with the deck, Extending a hand to help the other guy up. "I should thank you for saving mine and Ixidor's elderly acquaintance, Mr. Taylor, from that lunatic wielding a shotgun and spouting out something about sermons." He looked back to the group, glad to see that no shadows had gotten through to anybody. Though, he wouldn't have minded if one had gotten through and torn the shotgun wielder to shreds.

Well, Bibarel... There might be hell to pay for lionel when he returns. The whole base is supposed to be locked down until further notice, and A certain Five Star General with a sword concealed in a cane and who owns a dragonite will not be at all pleased if he finds out.

Ethic felt a healing wave pass over him, aware of someone at his side. The coughing and the stabbing pain in his chest all ceased, and he was able to retain consciousness. He heard someone speaking beside him. "after that stunt you just pulled off, it's the least i could- Agh!" He looked over, no longer feeling the fatigue and pain, to see the same stranger who had saved Mr. Taylor now on the ground, clutching his head in apparent pain. Ethic rushed over to help, figuring this is where the healing force came from. "Yo, man, You alright?" He reached into his burlap bag slung over his shoulder and pulled out some generic migraine relief tablets and a bottle of water and handed them to the stranger on the ground. "Here! I don't know if they'll help, but take two."

Now, before anyone starts whining that the Final Judgement arcana is too OP even with the internal damage the stress of invoking it cost, know this: It was a one-time only type deal. Ethic won't be able to summon it again until far later in the RP. (In other words, it's one of the two currently sealed Arcana for Ethic, the other being the wheel of fortune, neither of which will become available again until certain conditions are met by Ethic. The Final Judgement only activated this time becuase of the presence of so much concentrated darkness.)

Ethic stood there, somewhat dombfound by what was transpiring. He and Ixidor had run out to join an older gentleman who had saved them from the lion, then a man he saw enter the ruins before, one of the ones he felt would be trouble, starting opening fire like a lunatic, at first killing the lion, then trying to kill Mr.Taylor, who was inadvertently saved by some barrier. Then a stranger came up and asked for their names, but before he could answer, even more craziness went down with shadows and all types of nonsense. The next thing he knew, everyone in the group was running for some reason. Then he saw it. There was a wave of shadow beings surging down the Isle. "Sweet damn..." He said, preparing to follow the strangers advice and run for his life, but he stood before he could run. No... You must be what tried to grab me back in the darkness... It was a sudden thought, but made perfect sense. The screams these things were making sounded exactly the same as before. The surged ever closer, Ethic simply standing there in diffiance. His cards burned as bright as the sun, and he was enveloped in a fierce white light. ------------------------------------------------------ Ethic found himself now standing in some strange space with a mirage of lights in the background. Lining the area were huge versions of the Arcana, each one had a figure standing beneath it, seemingly related to the card's namesake in some way. in the middle of the circle of 22 stood a lone figure with a cloak upon his shoulders. he spook, and those standing beneath the arcana bowed to Ethic for some reason. Chosen Child, Ethic. Thou hath been deemed worthy to wield the wrath and the unbridled might latent in the Arcana. "What...?" His cards flew out of the Jacket pocket, the entire deck beginning to revolve around him, the 22 major arcana glowing. Go forth, Ethic. Continue thine journey into the depths. For when thou shalt call upon the Arcana, thou shalt be answered without hesitation. Go forth, Chosen Child! Go forth and triumph!! The cards revolved around him faster and faster now, before he could ask anything more, he was again engulfed in light. ------------------------------------------------------------ He again stood before the wave of shadows. "What the hell was that?" He asked himself, suddenly realizing that he was back in the library, about to be killed by whatever these things were. he then had a thought. Hmph... Chosen Child, huh? Wielder of the Arcana? I think it's time I test that theory. He then reached into his jacket pocket, already knowing which of the arcana he will draw upon. he thurst out his hand, which was bathed in a white energy. "Number 20, the arcana of the Final Judgement!" The tarot deck again blazed in light, the card Judgement flew out of his Jacket pocket, spinning before Ethic's face, then stopped and grew twenty times larger as it flew high into the air above Ethic's head. His whole body now engulfed in white energy, Strange text burned in the air around him. A thunderous voice boomed. "And the seven were released to cleanse the world." (Theme of the Final Judgement) Trumpets sounded through the air, blowing in unison seven times. Seven Angelic figures emerged from out of the enormous card's surface, swords and spears drawn. They descended into the mob of shadows, ripping and tearing, Hacking and Slashing, all the while bathed in a hollowed light. The screeching of the shadows was deafening. With in minutes, the slaughter was over, there was now trace of the shadow beings. The seven returned to the Arcana of the Final Judgement, revolving around it, then merging back into the cards surface. the seven trumpet blast ended as the Arcana strung to it's original size and descended down ward through the air, landing squarely in Ethic's hand. He felt fine for a few seconds, staring down at the card. "Looks like That theory was indeed correct." Then it hit him like a brick wall, Exhaustion and Fatigue, a long with pain. He dropped to his knees, unable to stand, and began coughing uncontrollaby, forcing him to all fours, His vision developing black spots, it was all he could do to remain conscious. after a few minutes the coughing fit stopped. Trembling, He looked at the white marble beneath him. On it was a decent sized blood splatter. He reached up to his mouth, his fingers coming away completely covered in scarlet.

even still my friend, that qualifies as a very low intensity fight. Plus, there really was no winner.

Ray walked up to Clint after Onix collapsed to the earth, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Well, clint, Let this be a lesson to you: Size doesn't always win. Examine why it was you lost this match, and get back to me on that sometime." He took his hand away and began to walk away, then stopped and turned. "Oh, and one more thing," He said "Big Pimpin? Yeah, well it's a female... so uh... yeah...interesting name." He walked back over to the tree where Oak, Surge, and Erick was, leaving Clint to process the information.

Can someone please kill that damn gator? Don't really care who does or how, just so long as it stays dead.

sure, I can wait.

"Are you the voice that i heard from earlier? sentencing me? Well.. uhmm.. I'm Ixidor Mctracy and the reason i got here in search for the perfect art that my parents sent me to find in this hill. they had this crazy idea that when i reach my teen hood i must embark on this quest of some sort or that my parents hate me." Ethic was surprised by his answer. What the hell kind of parents sends their child to this place. The boy tried to leave "I'm sorry to bother you" "Wait." Ethic said, once again grabbing the boy's arm to prevent him from leaving. he couldn't help but be sympathetic, the boy apparently didn't have a very good relationship with his parents, and neither did Ethic and his remaining parent. "I'm Ethic." He let go of the boy's arm, hoping he would stay and listen. "Listen, you go back out there..." He paused, he could hear the very faint sound of footsteps approaching. Someone had indeed been attracted by the noises of the shelf's destruction. he decided to speed up his proposal. "You go back out, and there's a very good chance that you'll end up dead. You're just too much of a noob, I'm sorry, but thats the truth. I heard a lot of things about this place, and non of them are good. there's traps and all types of horrors here, not to mention a few... people that I saw come in, that I got a bad feeling about." He could hear the footfalls. They were still somewhat far, but they were yet a little closer than before. Ethic Jumped to the point. "OK Man, I'd feel kinda bad if you got offed down here, so how about a deal: I'll help you search for this "Perfect Art" thing and watch your back for you, and you'll help me find anything of value that might be down here, and watch my back for me. Deal?" He thrust out his hand and waited for the boy's response

who try to...

no shinies I'm afraid.

Ray watched as Enyo ordered her totodile to begin evasive movements. "Yeah...Clint's not gonna be winning this." It was then that his phone rang for the third time that day. He picked it up, General McCarthy was on the other end. R: "Yes, Sir?" GM: "Ray, Adam McMillan has officially been reassigned. Effective immediately." R: "Where to, Sir?" GM: "Navy Seals category. Experiment team twenty five. You are to take possesion of his assigned GAOs. He will receive new ones upon his arrival at his new assignment to better suit his prospective combat roles." R: "Ah... He'll be with my old rival Elm then..." GM: "I'm suprised that word got to you about Elm being selected to be the head Scientist of the Naval GAOW experiment groups. I'll have to court martial someone for this; that was confidential info." R:"Very well then sir, I'll inform him." GM:"Good,. His escort should be there in a few seconds to take him back to base." With that, the call ended. Ray put away the phone. *A rumble of an engine could be heard as an sleek black military jeep pulled up into the clearing from the dirt road leading into the forest and towards the base. Sitting in it were three heavily armed soldiers, A high-ranking female officer, who looks very familiar, is driving.* "What's going on?" Asked Oak, noticing the jeep. "Well...Looks like Adam Macmillan has been reassigned to the Navy Seals test team. Under Elm's supervision." "Ah, Elm," said Oak "I remember you and him having a heated academic rivalry back when I was instructing you two." "Yeah, well, looks like he's been selected as a lead scientist..." Ray walked over to Keaton. "Macmillan, I'm afraid your being reassigned to the Navy Seals test group. Effective immediately. I don't know why, but the orders came from the top brass. I'm afraid I must take possession of your current partners. You will be assigned new ones upon arriving at your new assignment post." Reluntantly, Keaton handed Ray the capsules for Sheriff and Axis after recalling them. "Well... Now it's time for you to depart..." * Everyone stops what they're doing for a moment and watch Ray and Keaton walk over to the jeep, Keaton gets in, and the Jeep pulls off down the dirt road to the base, where he will be flown out to to the Floating Naval fortress and command base currently sailing in the south pacific: The U.S.S. Black Nexus, Perhaps one day everyone will see him again...* Ray looked down at the balls. He placed them in his bag, thinking to himself. Elm, you sly bastard... So you've been chosen too...no matter, I won our little academic war. I'll always be the winner when the fight is against you... ------------------------------------------------------ Erick, Oak and Surge watched as Keaton left. "What the hell is going on?" asked Surge "Keaton's been assigned to a different test group. but You'll be gaining a new member to replace him when we get back to base, he'll take Keaton's slot instead of Tucker's." "New recruit?" Said Surge "What are you talking about, why was I not informed?" "You just were, Surge." *Ray turned to look at everyone* "Well, don't worry about Keaton! We'll be returning to base soon, so I suggest you all finish up whatever you're doing!"

...nope. Kenny, your intro isn't too far away now.

Well, Im sorry to hear that you're leaving Ark But I completely understand your situation, and applaud your standards for yourself. I think I'll have Keaton be "Reassaigned" To some other project/ group. That way you can always come back in chapter 2 or 3 or whenever the school work stops being an issue. best of luck to you buddy . (Bibarel, you can shout out an apology as he leaves or something) I'll set up a guide line for how many of the three levels to appropriately raise the partners by. but no, no exp for Abra. for one, it really didn't even fight jory's ponyta, it just Teleported away before any real blows were exchanged. 2 GAOs only ATM im afraid.

Ethic watched from his hiding place as the boy began to panick. He groaned as the kid cried for help. "Hello is someone there, Can someone help me!?" This guy's got no idea just how much danger he's in, does he? He continued watching as the boy somehow managed to destroy an entire section of book shelve by just touching it on accident. The massive amount of noise from the books falling and wood splintering as it fell was combined with the boy again calling out: "Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" As well as the sound of clumsily loud footsteps as the boy retreated. "God.... I have to help this kid. he's so oblivious to the danger here that he'll probably get killed if someone doesn't intervene..." Ethic whispered to himself as he got out of the small alcove and tore off after the boy, his footsteps near silent. Luckily he was far faster than the kid and managed to split down another row of shelves, hiding in a small alcove and waiting for .the boy to pass by. Those heavy, loud foot falls came finally, and Ethic reached out quickly,He grabbed the boy by the Arm and pulled him into the alcove, looking him hard in the eyes. "Kid, what the hell are you doing?" he whispered harshly "This place is full of terrors and not-very pleasant people, and you just set up a beacon of noise for the latter." Ethic's tarot was again doing the strange heat and light thing. It shown with white through Ethics open jacket, stronger than ever before, hotter than ever before, it nearly seared Ethic's chest through his clothing. He winced a little, letting go of the boy and trying to find the cards. The heat and glow stopped when he placed his hands on them however. letting go of the cards, Ethic addreses the boy again "Well, What are you doing? Why are you in this place, where's your parents? because you barely look past twelve." He waited for the boy to answer