Post by TrueBlue© on Feb 20, 2008 18:51:50 GMT -5
Just because I'm antsy.
This'll be removed and posts recapped in the original topic when it gets back. I'll post the starter post, and the latest post I have saved. Show's gotta go on, ladies.
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KA-BOOOOOM!!!
The detonation slammed the paper-white alien back into the impassive granite walls, those black walls that had seen him murder his own Commander years ago.
"Hah! Hahahaha!" The bulky metal woman cackled out, metal teeth gleaming in the orange light, thick black and green armor scraping ominously as she reaimed her cannon of an arm.
And he felt himself cringe, there against the mocking stone that now supported him. He, the bravest, the best, ten times the soldier any other Guardian had ever been or would be, Nova Zeta, sixth Guardian of the Gate.
'Oh, the irony.' He reflected as the hate-filled, twisted future of this once dead Commander charged her mechanical arm, savoring the reek of his devastation.
Far to the side, out of the rocky pile of a ruined pillar, a thin black tendril leaked out weakly, molding into a shaking hand.
The heavily armored woman was still laughing, shouting insults and boasting intermittently as lightning flickered around the still-charging fireball. Pyran was only playing with him now.
A bigger glob of black worked its way out of the rubble, morphed into a head with glowing hot pink eyes. The wounded hand gripped at the royal purple carpet, hauling herself out. Soon, she'd gotten another hand, was halfway free.
Pyran stopped laughing long enough to smirk at the paper-white man, then looked over her shoulder at the recovering shapeshifter.
Amnis Theta, seventh Guardian of the Gate, looked back at the invader through strands of fuschia hair, loathing her with every ounce of hate she could muster.
Pyran laughed at this, too. "Maybe I should destroy you, first."
At least, that's what she would have said, but a sudden explosion of light interrupted her. Almost knocked her down, actually.
Nova slumped down the wall in exhaustion; the desperate blast had drained his last reserves. Distantly, he sensed Pyran turn her attention back to him. Probably laughing, but he didn't even care. That monster had just taken his god hostage.
'Nova.'
The voice pounded into his brain, so quiet, but undeniably divine.
'Get the crown.' Time seemed to slow as Mogg's choir of voices rumbled through his head.
Nova cringed again, feeling every ache in his body. 'Lord Mogg! I need-'
'GET THE CROWN.' The choir howled, and the Guardian felt himself fall out of his mind as god took over, hauled his person upright, pushed him.
Pyran had frozen mid-laugh, and Nova watched in awe as Mogg threw his Guardian forward into a dead run. Red light blazed down Nova's arms; he tried to follow god's plan, but the deity paid him no heed except for the immediate use of his body.
He was sprinting across the throne room, dashing for a high platform that bore the twisted onyx and ivory throne. Nova cringed, still running at full speed straight for the solid wall, but in the next instant a blast of silver sent him up, a superhuman leap straight for the royal seat, landed just before it. A red-glazed arm punched through the green barrier that imprisoned Mogg's body, grasped a golden crown too big for the wide-eyed boy emperor's head.
Behind the possessed Guardian, Pyran's laugh was slowly coming back to life. He turned and jumped off, landed lightly far below.
Amnis saw him coming as a blur; in an instant he was beside her, eyes blazing silver as he hauled her out from under the ruin.
Pyran hardly had time to turn and laugh before light engulfed them both and bore them away.
"Hmph. It matters little." The iron goddess reasoned as she lowered her cannon. "They're powerless. And they'll come back sooner or later. They have to..."
She moved toward the now-senseless child up on the throne, trapped behind a fluid green force field. "They can't help themselves. I have their most precious thing in the universe." Her metal maw formed a skullish grin as she ascended upwards.
Now Pyran only set a jointed hand against it, sneering in at the limp boy. "I have their god."
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(Latest post)
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(In response to Jeff's "So, why is everyone afraid?")
'She nearly destroyed me.' Mogg admitted. 'Let us not forget the fact that I am a god.'
"Be afraid." Lucubro clarified with a sneer. "Be very afraid."
'I will not hesitate to slaughter you where you stand, witch.'
"It's not so much that we're afraid." The witch ignored Mogg to explain, but quickly became distracted by Mark's packing of much heat. "It's... that we like to be, ah, careful. That's a lot of guns."
"Isn't he great?" Rush smiled. "This is Mark. He's got gravity powers. Are we leaving now?"
"I guess... Everyone's here, so..." True scratched her head.
'My daughter.' Mogg interrupted.
"What?"
'My daughter.' He said again. 'She has not yet returned.'
"You don't have a daughter."
"He does." Aspectus corrected. "Her name is Selena. Didn't I tell you that?"
"No." True scowled. "It doesn't matter, anyway. She can meet up with us whenever."
*Sandbox*
Selena seemed to freeze suddenly. 'Oh. I ought to get going.' She stood, then reconsidered. 'Would you like to come with me? I'll be going to fight bad guys. It'll be good fun.'
This'll be removed and posts recapped in the original topic when it gets back. I'll post the starter post, and the latest post I have saved. Show's gotta go on, ladies.
- - - - -
KA-BOOOOOM!!!
The detonation slammed the paper-white alien back into the impassive granite walls, those black walls that had seen him murder his own Commander years ago.
"Hah! Hahahaha!" The bulky metal woman cackled out, metal teeth gleaming in the orange light, thick black and green armor scraping ominously as she reaimed her cannon of an arm.
And he felt himself cringe, there against the mocking stone that now supported him. He, the bravest, the best, ten times the soldier any other Guardian had ever been or would be, Nova Zeta, sixth Guardian of the Gate.
'Oh, the irony.' He reflected as the hate-filled, twisted future of this once dead Commander charged her mechanical arm, savoring the reek of his devastation.
Far to the side, out of the rocky pile of a ruined pillar, a thin black tendril leaked out weakly, molding into a shaking hand.
The heavily armored woman was still laughing, shouting insults and boasting intermittently as lightning flickered around the still-charging fireball. Pyran was only playing with him now.
A bigger glob of black worked its way out of the rubble, morphed into a head with glowing hot pink eyes. The wounded hand gripped at the royal purple carpet, hauling herself out. Soon, she'd gotten another hand, was halfway free.
Pyran stopped laughing long enough to smirk at the paper-white man, then looked over her shoulder at the recovering shapeshifter.
Amnis Theta, seventh Guardian of the Gate, looked back at the invader through strands of fuschia hair, loathing her with every ounce of hate she could muster.
Pyran laughed at this, too. "Maybe I should destroy you, first."
At least, that's what she would have said, but a sudden explosion of light interrupted her. Almost knocked her down, actually.
Nova slumped down the wall in exhaustion; the desperate blast had drained his last reserves. Distantly, he sensed Pyran turn her attention back to him. Probably laughing, but he didn't even care. That monster had just taken his god hostage.
'Nova.'
The voice pounded into his brain, so quiet, but undeniably divine.
'Get the crown.' Time seemed to slow as Mogg's choir of voices rumbled through his head.
Nova cringed again, feeling every ache in his body. 'Lord Mogg! I need-'
'GET THE CROWN.' The choir howled, and the Guardian felt himself fall out of his mind as god took over, hauled his person upright, pushed him.
Pyran had frozen mid-laugh, and Nova watched in awe as Mogg threw his Guardian forward into a dead run. Red light blazed down Nova's arms; he tried to follow god's plan, but the deity paid him no heed except for the immediate use of his body.
He was sprinting across the throne room, dashing for a high platform that bore the twisted onyx and ivory throne. Nova cringed, still running at full speed straight for the solid wall, but in the next instant a blast of silver sent him up, a superhuman leap straight for the royal seat, landed just before it. A red-glazed arm punched through the green barrier that imprisoned Mogg's body, grasped a golden crown too big for the wide-eyed boy emperor's head.
Behind the possessed Guardian, Pyran's laugh was slowly coming back to life. He turned and jumped off, landed lightly far below.
Amnis saw him coming as a blur; in an instant he was beside her, eyes blazing silver as he hauled her out from under the ruin.
Pyran hardly had time to turn and laugh before light engulfed them both and bore them away.
"Hmph. It matters little." The iron goddess reasoned as she lowered her cannon. "They're powerless. And they'll come back sooner or later. They have to..."
She moved toward the now-senseless child up on the throne, trapped behind a fluid green force field. "They can't help themselves. I have their most precious thing in the universe." Her metal maw formed a skullish grin as she ascended upwards.
Now Pyran only set a jointed hand against it, sneering in at the limp boy. "I have their god."
- - - - -
(Latest post)
- - - - -
(In response to Jeff's "So, why is everyone afraid?")
'She nearly destroyed me.' Mogg admitted. 'Let us not forget the fact that I am a god.'
"Be afraid." Lucubro clarified with a sneer. "Be very afraid."
'I will not hesitate to slaughter you where you stand, witch.'
"It's not so much that we're afraid." The witch ignored Mogg to explain, but quickly became distracted by Mark's packing of much heat. "It's... that we like to be, ah, careful. That's a lot of guns."
"Isn't he great?" Rush smiled. "This is Mark. He's got gravity powers. Are we leaving now?"
"I guess... Everyone's here, so..." True scratched her head.
'My daughter.' Mogg interrupted.
"What?"
'My daughter.' He said again. 'She has not yet returned.'
"You don't have a daughter."
"He does." Aspectus corrected. "Her name is Selena. Didn't I tell you that?"
"No." True scowled. "It doesn't matter, anyway. She can meet up with us whenever."
*Sandbox*
Selena seemed to freeze suddenly. 'Oh. I ought to get going.' She stood, then reconsidered. 'Would you like to come with me? I'll be going to fight bad guys. It'll be good fun.'