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Thread: Beneath Burning Skies (RP)




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    Andrea whipped around as she heard a small squeak from the window sill behind her. Jhoira hardly noticing fiddled with her 'about-to-be' altered weaponry. "Oh, the poor thing." She walked up towards the window peering down at the small bird, it was the most magnificent thing she'd seen in her time as being a treasure hunter. She admired it's beautiful image, but shook herself free from her thoughts. Remembering back.... This bird, died out many years ago. It hardly needs to be said, but I believe someone is here to do a little investigation. Andrea frowned and thought. Almost in complete silence, except for the slight tinkering of metal behind her she whispered a small phrase, letting out only the words "Detect Evil." Throwing her staff up into the air, spinning, small red light emanated from the orb and softly falling upon the tiny, frail creature, encircling it totally.

    "Ah, as I thought. Reveal yourself, for you identity is no longer hidden. Fight me as I am willing to defend what I know. Jhoira darling, we have a guest." The mage said aside to the young girl, now distracted by Andrea's spell casting. Of course the bird in all of it's "pity" remained in an almost silent grief. "Maybe, you are wrong about the creature" Jhoira said. "No! I am not wrong. This here creature is non-other then a fiend who will stop at nothing, even death. Damn, whoever you are, you're one good actor, but you've come to the wrong place to make your premiére. Cowardly fiend, who puts himself in the body of that, which no longer exists. You almost had me, but no more! Come forth, so to meet your demise!" Andrea cried out to the now not so helpless bird.
    "Water is shapeless...you put it in a cup, it becomes the cup. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. There can only be one thing. 'Be like water'" - Bruce Lee

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    The bird flicked it self back on to its legs, the breakage seemed to disappear, and its wing clicked back into place and folded back around the crows waist, it then lowered its head, as its shadow stretched out behind it, although the light in the room didn't seem to change, with in a flick of an eye, the Daemon was standing there, he straightened the collar of his shirt and brushed invisble dust from his chest, then his perfect eyes rose from the ground and locked on the mage, a thin smile crossed his face, and he swept the ground with his arms as he bowed in her direction, "Fine noble mage, you wish to have battle huh? Then let me change the location slightly, we wouldn't want to mess up this dammed mortals appartment now would we...."

    With a sweep of one long arm he took in one large circle, and their surroundings bent and blurred, instantly changing into that of a lush countryside, obviously very far away from the city, in a less 'populated' area. "Ok Mage, you wish to take me on? Lets do this!" The young girl leapt forwards at Malone staff held out straight, a sizzling bolt shot from the end of it, Malone's eye's widened as the bolt came at him, he ran backwards as fast as he could, barely dodging it as he arced his back to let it pass, staightening himself he checked his coats for burns, and sighed when he couldn't find any....with a smile he looked back at the panting mage, "Please tell me thats not the best you can do little one......"

    Malone put both hands behind his back, and clasped his hands in eachother and walked forwards slowly, keeping his eyes on the glaring mage, suddenly she rushed forwards, and smacked her head hard on something un-seen to her, and then she fell, she seemed to fall straight through the ground, Malone bellowed with laughter and clicked his fingers and his illusion shimmered and fell away, as she plummeted he watched her, then brought his eyes back up, I won't have long to do this, she'll be awfully grumpy when she gets a hold of herself , he rushed forwards, his legs and wings which kept him afloat in the mid air a blur, he tucked everything in as he flew through the window, not wishing to break anything just yet....

    He stood tall near the mortal that had stole from him, his horns dug into the concrete of the roof, but he didn't even notice, bits of rocks and debree falling down around his shoulders and down his hair, his eyes glared down at the girl, "You stole from me girl?" Malone let out a burst of laughter, although it held no humour, "How do you wish to die?"

    Malone cast his eyes around the mess of a room and he saw what he wanted, he raised one arm and the cacti raised itself from the table on which it sat and positioned itself in his palm, "Oh well, i've got what i came for at least, i'm not sure if i want to kill you just yet though.....hows about i just test you then? Ok mortal, you survived my last test, lets see you live the next one....." He jumped backwards neatly fitting through the window, tossing a small fire ball back as he flew home.......

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    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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    A small arcing bolt of churning flame was enroute back to her apartment. Something very basic had to be done. Flicking out her 'Glacial splint' flare gun from her belt, she levelled it at the conjured bolt and fired the tiny gun's single shot. A small blue bead raced upwards and met the fireblast in mid-air. At once, what was a combustive bolt of flames quickly changed into a solid mass of hardened ice and rapidly decreased it's trajectory. It slammed into a large metal funnel on the next-door roof, a building short from it's intended target. Quickly tossing away the one-shot weapon, Jhoira reached for her pistol, still in it's side-holster, and levelled it at the quickly fleeting demon. It still had the small pot in it's hand and didn't seem too concerned whether his ploy actually worked or not. Lowering her goggles over her eyes, she extended her sight on the fleeting fool and raised her pistol to match the reticle. With a calculated move, she fired, loosing a single bolt off at the demon. With pinpoint accuracy, Jhoira had her target! The cactus in the demon's hand fell to pieces! The demon glanced down and dusted his hands of the plant pieces and dirt, still continuing his flight to his intended destination. Quickly sheathing her pistol, she looked down at Andrea, who had collided off several power lines that slowed her fall to the bottom. Rapidly jumping out the window, she made a quick swing down to the ground and went to check on the mage, who had apparently hit her head on the window's sill. Her forehead was nearly the colour of her hair, noting the heavy impact and conccusion. Hoisting her back up the ladder back into her apartment, Jhoira placed the mage in her bed and placed a gel-pack from the fridge on her head. Closing the window, Jhoira decided that Andrea might need some better protection if she was going to go charging at crazy monsters. She went over to a nearby trunk and had a look for something to make a nice cloak out of. Withdrawing a blue blanket and some monomolecular, chainmail weave stolen out of an antique store, she set off to make a garment worthy of her friend's position.

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    Andrea opened her eyes finding herself in bed. She sat up quickly, the gel pack falling off her head landing heavily in her lap and fell backward again groaning loudly "That devil...I was only getting warmed up, did I get him? Argh, why does my head hurt?" She grabbed the gel pack and lay it down carefully back on her head. "Oh, I see...stars." Jhoira turned from her current seating position, still occupied with her strange instruments. Andrea now noticed her working on some armor as she turned on her side holding the compress to her head. "No, you completely missed him. He then threw you upwards knocking your head as you fell back down." Andrea sighed tossing herself onto her back, looking up at the ceiling, watching a small spider spin its web in an untouched corner. The mage, with her reliable hat sitting next to her on the bedside table thought nothing of her current situation. By now, everyone thought even worse of her then they did previously, she hardly cared. She would of much rather lived life as a vagabond, then the head of some stuck-up bureaucratic society.

    "I must study new spells, I underestimated the malevolent fiend...He has no purpose here. What is his motive? To kill us? I don't understand." Jhoira continued to tinker with her tools, Andrea watching sparks fly outwards every now and then, the flash of silver and the clinking of metal on metal, grinding. She was busy, but Andrea knew she listened to her. Jhoira was the patient type. "I must thank you for amplifying my staff, though, it is still of no match, I believe my skills maybe tainted." Feeling confined as her head now starting plaing games with her eyes, seeing multiple images and sheep flying across through the air materialised from nothing. The mage with her head spinning, leaving her as she felt as she wanted to vomit moaned out loud and her face contorted in agony. "Dear Tria, save me from this torment, so I may have my revenge." Andrea grabbed for her hat with her right hand and plonked it on her face blocking out the light. Soon to drop into sleep...she hoped tomorrow she'd be in better health, save the nasty bruise and killer headache.
    "Water is shapeless...you put it in a cup, it becomes the cup. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. There can only be one thing. 'Be like water'" - Bruce Lee

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    As Malone flew onwards, he didn't even notice the large red portal that gently shimmered into existence directly infront of him, he was much to occupied looking behind him, trying to think whether it was worth avenging his plants or not, he flew directly into the trap, and looked around with a look of shock and fear, quickly turning into rage, "Nooooo! You *******...." He dived forwards, only managing to dismember his arm as the portal closed, with a resounding echo coming from where the portal disappeared with an inward 'pop', "I'll get out, mark my words! Just give me time! I'll be back!"

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    Aziraphale sat with a smirk at the cofee shop where he was, quietly sipping on a cappochino as he stopped concentrating, letting the portal fall away, he downed the rest of the cup, picked up his cane and walked away whistling, you never were too smart Malone.....

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    Ufordin sat drowning his misories, his ENTIRE family had been slaughtered that monster, tapping the axe that hung at his side he raised his other hand for the barkeep to hand him another tankard, he would get his revenge on that beast! Even if it meant giving his own life!

    Name: Ufordin Tyroine
    Race: Dwarf

    As the tankard came down the bar, he emptied it in one gargantuen gulp stood up and tightened his belt and marched out through the door drunken anger burning in his eyes, as he went through the door, through hazy eyes he saw the beast that he searched for, it flew up the street, with simple beats of its wings, and then something shattered that it carried, the beast didn't look surprised but still turned it head to see what had happened, but what happened next made Ufordin scream with anger, in the monsters moment of distraction a red whole opened in the sky and he flew straight into it!

    Its screams could be heard even after the portal closed, with a down turned growl he ran forward to see what had been broken, it seemed to be nothing more then a pot plant, the monster had been killed for a POT PLANT! He looked up to where the beast seemed to be looking, and there up high in an appartment block, there was a woman standing in a small crater in the side of building with a smoking gun that had a stunned look on her face, then he heard the echoes of surprised laughter echo down to his ears.

    Ufordin looked up to the girl and let his loud, dwarven throat throw his voice up in booming tones, "OI! Ruffians, that prey was mine! What hardships did that ******* put YOU through? I see you've still got friends there!" Pointing one stout finger accusingly at the other girl that stood behind the one with the gun, "What right do you have to steal my fate!" Reaching to his back he un-furled the axe, spinning in a low circle and quickly brought it up and let it fly to where the girl stood, in his drunken state he fell backwards, weeping into his hands......

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    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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    As the heavy bearded axe arced upwards toward the apartment window, a mechanical claw reached upwards and plucked it out of the sky. The thickly robed interceptor pulled the crude implement toward it's hood. Lowering it's arm, the thing pulled the hood off it's head, revealing the skeletal head of a robot, a mechanical assassin. With it's optic receptors focusing on the trajectory of the hurled missile, he looked to ground level and saw the sorry figure flailing on the ground below. With an accusing smirk building upon it's automated jaw, the machine spoke "Pathetic man, if you want to kill something, it has to be done right." Using it's second claw, it cast off the shadowed cloak, revealing the rest of it's true shape. The steel nightmare was like a glistening lizard, a contrast of an ancient dinosaur lifeform combined with modern day materials and tehnologies: a fusion of the extreme ages. The whirring contraption was the first of it's kind to gain a degree sentience and gave itself a name: 'Riptor'. It is the ultimate killing machine in urban territories, especially the whole of the Stark's sprawl. The contraption waved it's spindly tail, a silver spiral of razor fans. Flexing it's arm servos and pistons, he looked up to the axe's intended target. The familiar window which he had spied was the exact target, the home of that thief wench, the enemy of it's handlers. Drawing it's arm back,the retilioid thrust the aged axe straight at the dwarf's and his own target. The axe became a rippling rotor in the air, leaving a harsh whistling in it's trip and collided with the apartment wall with such force, it literally ploughed a gaping hole through the other side of the building. Focusing it's zoom lenses, Riptor hastily initiated stealth mode, and cackled at the expression on that fool girl's face. Quickly scuttling across the rooftops, the clockwork reptile hastily made it's trip to the adjacent block of flats that stood by the enemie's lair. with the fines white dust onlu just settling, now would be just the time to strike. Lowering on all fours, Riptor made a fantastic jump onto the adjoined window's railings, greeting it's residents with a deafening roar.

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