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  1. Supernovae
    Gripper pokemon is Dusknoir.
  2. Supernovae
    "But enough on death... look though the menu of the day, see what sounds good to you." Maximus nodded at the statement and took hold of the menu, deciding not to press the subject further. He was damn hungry and despite the solemness of the bartender, he was intent on getting a meal to quell his hunger. He looked at Rodriguez, his mind being made up. "I'll have your finest ale and finest slice of beef, and perhaps some pork." He figured he wouldn't be able to get everything he ordered for free, but he wasn't about to back down until the bartender decided to call back his offer. "And one last thing," his look turned a bit more solemn, "Tell me, Azuaqyar, will he really return tonight or is this just the theocracy trying to maintain it's power through some cheap magic."
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    Michael sighed as he laid down in a grove in one of the walls, that he'd found. These things were just awful, and these steps didn't seem to end. Not only that, but to make matters worse Michael just felt incredibly weak. His body wasn't reacting the way it should, even with the fact he was drugged, he should have recovered by now. Michael whipped one of the loving dead that made it's way in to his hiding spot. He nailed the mouth first, instantly stopping the screaming. Then continued to batter it to death. Michael sighed as he looked up from his little hiding spot. He'd only made it up half of the stair way and he was already stuck. He needed rest and he needed these god damn things to go away. He was out of bullets and was running out of time. The groove made it easier to fight them, since at most two could enter at a time, but Michael knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up all night. He crawled back in the hole and waited as another pack ran by. This time none of them seemed to notice him. Michael sighed again in relief and sat down. If he was quiet enough, perhaps he could wait out the night and make his move to reach the top in the morning.
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    Maximus was utterly baffled at the turn of events that just took place. He expected to leave with the girl, or even leave by himself, hell maybe he'd even leave with the guards. But, one thing was sure in Maximus's mind after he decided to help the girl, he knew he'd be leaving. Instead it seemed as if the bartender was grateful in making there story more believable. Perhaps this guy was a good man after all, he was even asking about the threats Maximus had made against his co-worker, and he seemed genuinely concerned. "No, I wouldn't have killed her," he said, with a blank expression, "I guess we have a bit in common. I mean, you're not the only ones who know about the weight of a death threat." A slight smirk built on his face now and then suddenly Maximus let out a wild chuckle. "But, if you're sure you want to front my bill for threatening your waitress I can't say I'm in a position where I can turn you down," his stomach rumbled once again, this time far louder than usual, "But, I'll have you know, right now I can eat about a horse's weight in meat and I can most likely drink about the same."
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    "Enough!" Maximus exclaimed from his seat. He was now standing, at his seat and held his weapon outward, not toward the group, but he was clearly in a position to make a move. "This show is over," he changed his attention to the woman, Esmerelda, "I have no patience for street justice, strike her again with your whip.,His glance quickly turned into a furious gaze, "and you won't live to regret it." He slowly began walking over to the thief-girl and stood in between her and Esmerelda. "And you girl, leave the gold and let's leave this place." He gave her a small smile and reached his arm down, beckoning for her to take it.
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    Maximus turned quickly to notice a young woman was the man's target, though Maximus wasn't quite sure why. He quickly reacted by reaching for his drake lance, the Steele Splinter. But, he didn't pull it out, not yet. He sat and watched, waiting to see what the problem was and what move he'd have to make.
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    Maximus stared angrily at this map. Where in the hell was his hotel? It was customary for an Ekarder's family to send there child on a celebration after graduation. Some of the Ekarder had been sent to the Golden Shore, others to the Shinning Coast. Hell at this point Maximus would have preferred to have been sent to the tundra of Zrazara, fighting off monsters, rather than be here. It wasn't that Cithalos wasn't a beautiful city, it's that Maximus couldn't care less about Cithalocism. But, this town, it was so lively, just to celebrate Azuaqyar. What made him so special anyway? Celebrations should be only for the accomplishments of men, bonds built between friends and family, not Gods. Maximus cursed silently and threw the map on the ground as soon as he realized the date on the map. It was over a hundred years old. He took out his lance, the mighty Steele Splinter and slashed at the map angrily. This probably would have caused a scene on most days, but today the towns folk were too drunk and merry to pay attention to a man angrily stabbing a map. Throughout his temper tantrum he noticed a slight rumble in his stomach and sighed. It wouldn't do to stand here all day and rip a map to shreds. Maximus began to look around for the least occupied tavern to grab some food and quickly found his match. The tavern was old and beaten down and it seemed to be far less lively than any other tavern in the Central Market. Maximus quickly made his way inside and sat down at the bar, ready to order a quiet meal and ale.
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    Jude nodded as Zweiss made his move to leave. While Jude couldn't be too sure of the man's power, he was sure of the move he was making. The girl pleaded for him to hold on a while longer, then suddenly one of the men began to scream. Jude staggered back as more and more of the police officers began screaming. It was as if God himself was bringing down his divine justice among these men. They had planned to slaughter this girl, and now here they were experiencing there own personal hell. Jude sat and watched as it unfolded, men began screaming. Then suddenly they stopped, dropping dead on the ground. A grin formed on Jude's grizzled face as she finished up. This girl was truly blessed. He turned to her and gave her an obvious look of approval. Then turned to the officers. "We'll have to check for survivors, it won't do to have these demons go back and report to their superior." He then turned and began indiscriminately slashing the necks of whichever police officers were closest. Not bothering to check whether they were alive or dead.
  9. Supernovae
    "God damn it!" Michael screamed. These creatures were just everywhere! Michael stepped back, his whip was now covered in blood. His gun was low on ammo. His back hurt, for some weird reason. And to make matters worse these things had him surrounded. It would probably be game over for any ordinary human. Too bad though, that Michael was in fact, not an ordinary human. One of the creatures finally made the move, a blonde haired male. But, before it could get within grabbing distance it faltered and fell to the ground. It's legs bloody with whip marks. Michael wasn't too worried about these guys individually, they were soft and pathetic, but in groups, they could be a bitch. Another two jumped forward these two were females, beautiful brunettes. Michael was almost taken aback by there beauty. Almost. A single bullet passed through the first females head, while the whip made short work of the others body. These creatures weren't as strong as normal humans, there skin seemed softer for some reason. But, there was no more time to play around with these things. Michael was running out of energy quickly, quicker then he should have actually. No, if Michael wanted to stay alive he'd have to make a move. The stairs were close, it was about time for good old Michael to get the hell out of here. Michael turned quickly and fired at the three nearest undead. All head shots. He started running, through the lane he cleared, madly cracking his whip as he pushed through. The creatures clawed and gnawed at him as he pushed through, but none could get him to the ground. Then suddenly he had pushed through. The creatures weren't in his path any more and he was clear. He ran wildly to the stairs and lunged onto the first step. He was out of breath, his body was giving out. What in the hell was going on? Had he really been drugged that badly ... or? Nah, there's no way it was 30 years in the future, that was just nuts. He turned around, the creatures were still close behind, though it seemed like something was drawing there attention. Michael couldn't be sure of what it was, but he wasn't going to waste his chance. He pushed himself up and started climbing up the steps. It hurt like crazy just to stand, but Michael knew he had to move, the longer he stayed there, the quicker he'd die. And so he began his ascent up the steps.
  10. Supernovae
    Clint came in close behind the general as the team ascended to the roof. The general made a curt order to split up and so Clint took to the left. He ran over and hid in a group of bushes. And quietly released the recently healed Tyrogue next to him. He knew the little fighter wouldn't be overly useful in this battle, but he figured it was worth keeping around. He then grasped the ball containing the Onyx. He didn't want to be the one to awaken the bird, so he decided to wait to release Pimparella. However, on first attack he was ready to toss the container over at the bird.
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    Sounds good weavile. I just wanted to make sure I caught the meaning of your post before I responded. And I'm sorry if I misquoted you a bit.
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    I'm a little confused by your post Weavile. At the end you say that Cassidy's grin fades away and a distant observer could see them. Are you implying that the group has left while Cassidy was on her killing spree?
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    First off, wow Strat. This is definitely a really in depth world and I'm totally going to be playing a bad ass Ekarder from the Drake Veil. That post as perhaps the best answer to a request I've ever had. And Hukuna, thanks for the compliment earlier, I really enjoy RPing with you as well. Though, if you want to call me Sups, I have two demands. A. I may call you Mr. Huckers. Don't ask. B. You must explain what the HHQDA is. Anyway, really looking forward to this RP guys.
  14. Supernovae
    Alright, I just read through it and I have to say that I am certainly interested, though I may wait to make a character since I have no idea what I'd want to do right now (thinking of being an Ekarder though.) Also I think it may be helpful to give out a social structure from each place. Something like how the people in Zrazara believe in survival of the fittest, or the people in the drake valley care deeply about history and are generally care-free. (Not saying these are true, just giving examples.) Other than that, this looks really well thought out and I can't wait until it gets going.
  15. Supernovae
    Michael grinned stupidly. It wasn't the best creation he had ever made, but it would certainly do the job. As Michael had been trekking through the forest, he'd stumbled upon a particularly sturdy looking group of vines. Just, the type you could fashion a nice whip out of. Michael gave it a test, cracking it wildly in the air. It wasn't quite leather, but it would certainly do. Was he worried about his situation? Nah, not at all. Michael had survived in the jungles before, he was tough he could take it. Not only that, but he was still armed. That guy who was in charge had given him his gun back. Hell? Please. This seemed more like a boy scout trip to a bad ass like Michael. But, still he needed to figure out his direction, the group had mentioned something about the hanging gardens of Babylon... Which unfortunately, still hadn't been discovered by the rest of the world, it just meant he was somewhere in Iraq. Still, there was no way the best archeologist in the world, and a master con-man like himself would die here. So, he needed a plan... Go up or down? Well if Michael went down, he could then traverse the deserts of Iraq and try to find some sort of mark of civilization. Sure he'd find something eventually, but that would just suck. Or he could go up, start a fire and wait for a Soviet plane to fly over. The Soviets were currently at war in Afghanistan and Michael was pretty sure they'd have at least some presence over in Iraq. Besides, this was the hanging gardens of Babylon. How could Michael give up the chance to explore one of the ancient wonders of the world. But, then there was one last problem, which way was up? Michael stopped and thought for a moment. If the hanging gardens were really by Hilah, that would place them due South of Baghdad, which was most likely where the campaign started. That would mean that they entered the structure from the South, meaning if he kept heading South, he'd eventually reach the top. Michael quickly turned and looked in the general direction of the Sun, waiting for it to move. As he waited it's position slowly traveled upward, meaning it wasn't quite noon yet. He quickly traced the Sun back down to where it would have started. That was, east enough for him. Michael then turned quickly and started heading in the direction he now knew was South, looking for a set of staircases.
  16. Supernovae
    This village is pretty bad ass. They have two victonaris and a dragon in there army. So I guess you guys should have fun fighting the army that gives these 3 trouble.
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    I really considered running with it, and I might have him come crawling back to you guys at some point, but I want some solo time for Michael right now. Though we'll see how that changes when the Sun goes down.
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    Clint stepped in behind Jory, who was picking up something out of a crate. He walked past him and straight to the wall. "Berretta, huh? I guess this'll do," he muttered to himself as he picked up the weapon. He quickly cocked the weapon and checked the safety to make sure it was still on, then walked over and grabbed a few clips of ammo. He heard Jory say something about roasting the oversized chicken and smirked. "Now who's the cocky one?" he thought to himself, then decided to join in with Jory. "Please, man that punk ass bird is about as dead as a thanksgiving dinner," he turned and smirked at Jory, "Shouldn't be a problem, not with a group as tough as us."
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    Michael did his best to try and catch on to everything as the young boy and the guy in charge explained the situation. So, he was in Babylon, had powers and his powers caused memory loss? Oh yeah and it was supposedly 30 years in the future now, yeah right. The whole thing seemed fishy, but he supposed it wouldn't hurt to take a look in the mirror. He stepped forward and glanced inwards. The man that stared back at him definitely looked like him, but it was most certainly not him. There were cuts all over his face, but he could believe that, they probably had dragged him around for a while, so that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he just looked too old, worn down, and for some reason cheerful? Why in the hell did he look so cheerful, if the job in Egypt went downhill. And why were the girls allowed to leave as they pleased, this whole situation just felt fishy. "What kind of trick is this..." Michael finally let out, after staring in the mirror for a few minutes. "What is this some kind of fun house mirror? You guys are nuts..." Michael finally turned and started walking away, noticing a sharp pain in his back, probably a side effect from whatever they used to drug him. "Look if what you are saying is true and I'm in your employ, then I quit. I don't work for freakshows and psychos. If it's all the same to you, I think it's best we all forget this meeting happened." With that Michael turned and started limping off in the other direction.
  20. Supernovae
    Michael turned quickly as another stranger appeared, this was apparently the guy who was in charge and he had asked him if he remembered the deal they had made this morning. He raised an eyebrow, he couldn't remember ever seeing the guy before, let alone making a deal with him. But, he figured this wasn't the time to be asking questions, especially since one of his cronies had a gun pointed to his head. "Well I guess I would," he said to the newer man, "That is if your cronies here hadn't drugged my ass and pulled me ..." he then looked around. He hadn't really noticed the luscious garden they were in, the sight of it all was almost serene. "Hey, where are we anyway?"
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    So yeah, I don't feel like I've been entirely honest with my character. Basically, Mr. Taylor has been selling off ancient artifacts to different people from around the world since he became an archeologist. Where his memory is at right now, he just pulled off a fairly large heist (which eventually lead to him getting caught) from a pyramid in Egypt and had a lot of the artifacts/gold shipped off to his associate in Cuba. I'm a little hesitant to give off any more spoilers to the character, but I've had this idea for quite a while, so I'm really excited to finally get the chance to pull all of this off. Basically as we go along we'll see different versions of Mr. Taylor as he existed in his past, and then we'll have the oldest version of Mr. Taylor explain more in depth of what really happened. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoy playing it out.
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    This Ethnic guy wanted him to keep talking and frankly that suited Mr. Taylor just fine, "Look first off please stop calling me Mr. Taylor, I'm only in my 40's for Christ's sakes so just call me Michael. Second off, Rodriguez is a lay low guy, he's from Cuba, a nice middle country, the Europeans and the U.S. don't really like to go there, so after I get the stuff I get it over to him, not many people question extra stops when an archeologist who enjoys a Cuban from time to time stops over in Cuba after a dig, to my colleagues it's just a weird vacation stop. And thirdly, why the Soviets? Well A, since most of the government are buyers I don't really have to worry about them coming to arrest me, or rating to the American government. And not to mention that the Russians have a hard on for Egyptian stuff, which seems to be my hottest seller and what I was currently digging up right now. I mean for Christ's sakes they even mummified Lenin, the bastards love ancient Egypt more than the Egyptians do." Michael explained coolly and calmly, all the while looking around to see the quickest path to bolt if it came down to it. The one guy was a good shot, but they seemed too interested in his story, they weren't normal bandits that's for sure and he was starting to question if they would shoot if he decided to just run.
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    He looked between the two, so they really didn't know. He cursed under his breath, realizing he may have revealed a bit too much. He sighed, he knew he'd have to tell them, since you know he was being held at gun point. "Look, I don't know what you all know about me, but you all know my name so you probably know I'm an archeologist of sorts," he sighed again, this piece of information may lead him to some serious trouble, but he knew if the longer he talked the longer he'd have to think, "But, the truth is that's all just a front. I mean yeah, I'm hired as an archeologist and all, but there are a lot of artifacts on those digs, and some times that stuff just happens to go missing." He let out a little smirk, he hadn't told many people what he did, but when he let it out it was kind of relieving, "And sometimes that stuff winds up in wealthy people's homes from around the world and sometimes there's a few million dollars that just appear in my Swiss back account. But, it's not like I'll be much help to you as a hostage, I mean I can't GET that money unless you take me to a bank."
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    Rose pulled out some sort of strange device. It looked like a phone, but there weren't any wires, how strange was this girl? But, before he could react a bullet quickly knocked the gun out of Mr. Taylor's hands. He smirked again and put his hands to his head. "Well, well, they didn't just send a regular group out to get me." His tone suddenly shifted to a more serious one, "But, if you want to know where I hid the gold, then tough luck lad. Rodriguez has it now and I'm afraid most of it has been sold to the Soviets." He let out a curt laugh. "Sorry to waste your time, but it looks like you kidnapped me and these girls for no reason."
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    Mr. Taylor smirked coolly, "Now, kick them both over there," he looked over at the man who appeared to be more strapped than the other, making sure to keep the gun on him "And you ... strip. I don't think I'll be able to do a proper search of you." He then looked over briefly at the little girl, there was something a bit off about her, "But, you can keep your underwear on."
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