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Post by Knukails on Mar 6, 2014 5:58:11 GMT
Marcus started walking down the area. "You two have fun, i'll be..wherever this way leads".
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Post by michael50210 on Mar 6, 2014 5:59:17 GMT
"Cafeteria", Roberts called down to him, "Enjoy!"
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 6, 2014 6:18:39 GMT
Shatter began leading Watchdog from rooftop to rooftop again scanning the cityscape for any signs of trouble. He could sense something, or someone watching him but he couldn't quite place the direction. The feeling made him tense, on edge. There was something off the air was too quit even for this part of New York. He stopped on a roof and began looking around slightly looking for anything that might be off. 'Shit..we're being followed..somehow..but where is the guy..'
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Mar 6, 2014 6:23:14 GMT
Kat let out a quick acknowledgement to Marcus, probably not loud enough for him to hear as he trailed off between two large pieces of machinery. She slowly descended in a soft arc to land next to Robert and his computer screens and took a second of reflection before speaking:
"Ok so, the material needs to be pretty flexible, durable enough to weather any kind of bullets, explosions, bladed weapons, etc. Pressures too, for fast flying. And it has to keep it's structural strength in extreme cold, resist heat levels high enough to melt, um...well a lot of things. Should probably be corrosion=proof too. Basically the stuff sort of needs to tear physics a new one. This might be trickier than I imagined...Well anyway, suppose we get stuff like that, for the design itself, I wanna have a full body suit, form-fitting but slightly armored looking, not skintight. Also a cape, like I said, but the clasps should be detachable, for practicatility. And a mask to serve the function of my improvised bandana. It's actually a t-shirt that got torn o..." She stopped herself, looked slightly abashed. "It was a t-shirt"
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Post by Knukails on Mar 6, 2014 6:43:29 GMT
Marcus made his way to the cafeteria. 'Why would some as anti-social as Robert have a mess'? He thought as he took a seat at a table. He put his head down on it. *sigh* 'God..i haven't left florida since i got out, i miss drinking on the beach'. He pulls both 1911's & lay's them on the table. He stared at them for awhile. His mind went back to when he fought the big Bastard. 'Then there's that guy…my younger more powerful "brother".' He thought about how he stopped the jet in midair. He looked to his pistols. He started flooding his mind with the memory of that fight. Fury, desperation..fear. His eyes started to glow gold. 'Okay…lets try this'. Marcus slowly raised his hands causing the pistols to rise off the table. He remarked on how he could almost feel the metal in them. Stretching out his hands cause the 1911's to disassemble down tho the last screw. The bones of his pistols hung still in the air. 'Wow…' Marcus formed pistols with his hands causing the 1911's to rapidly reconstruct the cock themselves. He turned his hands toward him making the pistols do the same. He made a firing motion with his hands making the guns fire. *Blam* *Blam* The bullets hung in the air a few inches from the muzzle of the guns, spinning. Marcus focused on the rounds making them stop then drop onto the table. His eyes returned to normal, his 1911's clattered onto the table. "What the hell did i just do"?
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Post by michael50210 on Mar 6, 2014 6:51:20 GMT
Robert grimaced at the mention of skin0tight armor for a girl. "Ugh, never fear no suit of mine follows those stupid stereotypes. You'll look bulky like everyone else!"
He put a hand to his chin and mentally checked the materials on hand.
"Hmm...those requirements...carbon nanotubes and graphene come closest to matching but they don't meet..."
He though for a while then looked Katherine over, as if assessing her very sou, blood-red eyes piercing into hers.
There is one material I currently have that can meet and surpass those requirements...but it's not exactly one of the earth. Please try to not have a heart attack while I do this."
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Post by Lady Ruliya on Mar 6, 2014 13:30:12 GMT
Boudicca strode into the white marble hall where Merlin resided most of the days. Merlin turned around as she walked through the archway. His grey scraggy hair and long grey-white beard that stretched to his belly made him look old and frail, despite being a God and in perfect health.
“Ah, Boudicca, first daughter to the Divine Goddess Amarathyline,” he bowed graciously, “Cersei, second daughter to the Divine Goddess Amarathyline, informed me you were coming.”
She smiled at him, “you know you don’t have to call me that ever time.”
“Ah,” He smiled back, “Protocols my dear.”
“If you insist,” she sighed, “You know why I’m here then.”
“Ah,” he said standing up to his full height of 6’5”, “yes, Cersei... informed me of events happening below, on the Mortal Plane.”
“What do the prophecies say then?” She said, as she stopped a few meters from him and crossed her arms.
“When the terror awakens in the stars, the humans will be like gods,” he said, reciting the prophecy.
She looked at him quizzically, “Morgana then?”
“It is possible,” he nodded, “You know how the fates like to keep these things as vague as possible.”
She clenched a fist in frustration, “Yes, their little jokes I suppose.”
“Quite,” he gestured an arm and the pair walked over to a large oak table, upon which sat many scrolls, “As you know, your youngest sister Morgana was imprisoned within a star, and there she rests for all eternity.”
“Except when she exerts her will and creates an avatar on the Mortal Plane” Boudicca reminded him.
“True,” he conceded, “Ah, I remember having to go down and aid them. Arthur and his knights were strong, but they were not like the gods.”
“Cersei seems to think some of these mortals are,” she said.
“Their powers,” he said slowly, “are wondrous for mortals, but I hardly think they’re a match for gods.”
Boudicca looked at him, “yet.”
Merlin sighed as he turned around, looking back across the great hall, so many prophecies, so many strings of fate, could it really be Morgana?
“Anything else here relating to these events, that my sister has witnessed on the Mortal Plane?” Boudicca asked tentatively, as her thoughts were the same as his.
He looked her in the eyes, a sorrow in them, and he slowly shook his head.
Boudicca cursed and headed back out of the hall.
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Post by shadowknight on Mar 6, 2014 17:42:42 GMT
---------Watchdog
'Shatter is on edge.' Watchdog thought as he cleared a slightly larger gap than usual. 'He keeps glancing over his shoulder ..... but nothing's back there......Jut going to keep my eyes open. Something's up and I don't like it.....not one bit.'
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 6, 2014 18:12:59 GMT
"Watchdog...I want you to take cover...stay back until I call for you to come out..we're being followed I don't like it....." He looked around the shadowy roof as the rookie did what he said, the feeling seemed to move from point to point. What could it be..who could be following them but not give off some sign of their presence.
He moved around towards the Water Tower on the roof and heard something that sounded like metal hitting metal. "Whoever's back there..come out and show yourself!" Shatter had to do a double take as the figure stepped out from the shadows...literally. A tall figure that looked like it walked out of King Arthurs court...if he had employed an 8 foot tall knight in death black armor with a huge ass sword. "What the fuck..hey pal if your looking for the Renaissance Festival...your about 6 months too early..and if your looking for King Arthur your a couple centuries too late..." The Black Knight didn't respond, in fact..Shatter couldn't even hear any breathing from within the armor, all it did was draw it's sword and take a combat stance.
"Okay Mordred Junior....that's how we're playing this then.." twin swords appeared in Shatter's hands. They may have looked like fragile white glass but they could cut at the atomic level and were durable enough to take on just about anything. The knight cocked it's head for a moment, then it charged and swung straight for Shatter's neck. He blocked the massive sword with one blade and went to slice it in half with the other, but the blade bounced harmlessly off the sword. 'Oh...that's a bad sign..' he quickly leapt back away from the Black Knight who followed swinging to sweep his legs, he jumped over the blade, if it could handle an atom cutting blade he didn't want to risk what it's cutting edge could do. As the knight kept attacking Shatter dodged and took any openings he could, every time his blades hit the armor head on they didn't even scratch the coloring.
'What the hell are his armor and sword made of, fucking adamantium?' Shatter thought as he kept dueling this Black Knight, he could only imagine what this would look like to an outside observer, the knight swung it's blade to cleave him down the middle and he caught it with both of his blades, then swung his foot up and kicked the knights elbow hoping to weaken one of his arms. What Shatter didn't expect was for the armor to separate..and prove to be empty. 'What the Ghost Knight?' Black smoke like tendrils with a slight shimmer to them pulled the armor back together, Shatter came to a disturbing realization 'This things..made of black magic? But...who would send a Black Magic Knight after me...and better yet why? He'd seen magic before between his time in college and teaching here, he travelled the world but..he'd never seen anything like this, mostly small stuff like Tibetan monks lighting candles with a wave of their hand or the dogs they gifted him glowing sometimes when the moon hit them right...he'd never seen anything like this. Hell he didn't even know if he could stop something like this.
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Post by shadowknight on Mar 6, 2014 19:19:39 GMT
------Watchdog
'This is not good.' Watchdog thought as he peeked over the edge of the roof. He was standing silently on the railing of a fire escape. 'I can't just wait around I have to do something.....but Shatter told me to wait here....damn it!'
He thought hard. 'Maybe I can slow him down.' Watchdog reached out, setting his hand on the roof. Moments later a frozen patch ripped forth, it struck and ran up the Knight's legs holding him in place from the waist down. Watchdog dropped back into cover. 'Hope that helps Shatter.'
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Mar 6, 2014 19:41:39 GMT
@mike/Robert
----DarkStar
"Not from Earth ? I assume not comet or asteroid either since they have the same elements. What is it ? Star metal ? Alien alloy ? Neutronium ?"
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 6, 2014 19:53:41 GMT
Shatter nodded in the direction of Watchdog to say a silent thank you, he grinned, okay let's see if we can't end this. He ran towards the Knight as it hacked at the ice on it's leg and then he leapt towards it strengthening his leg and armor around it with superdense glass so he can kick it with full force. His foot connected with the knights breastplate and broke the ice throwing it forward it grabbed his leg as it flew forward dragging him with it over the edge of the building. 'Crap..this is going to be a hard fall..unless..' he kicked the knights arm with his other leg breaking away in time to maneuver away from it's blade as it began swinging wildly at him. He spread his arms and glass glider like wings formed on his back slowing him and pushing him forward, he pulled up managing to get some height then dove towards the knight the wings folding back into his armor and knocked the Knights blade away with one of his and at just the right moment kicked the knight with both legs launching it into the ground and causing it to slam into the asphalt street, as it stood Shatter landed on the sidewalk a few feet away. The Knight armor broke apart into multiple pieces along the road the sword landing blade in the Asphalt.
"Well...guess that's tha..." Before he could finish his sentence the armor began glowing with a black shimmery smokey aura that was pulsing like flames and the armor began piecing itself back together. "Son of a bitch..." 'Okay not good definitely not good, if ripping it apart didn't stop it what will. Okay seriously if there is anyone up there anyone at all any pantheon or religion that can hear me..I'd be grateful for some divine fucking intervention' The armor finished repairing itself and held out it's hand the sword returning to it and the same blazing smokelike aura as the armor now had, whoever was controlling the thing was pissed now if he had to guess, and he couldn't keep going forever, sooner or later he'd get tired. The Knight charged again and Shatter reengaged it in the street the blows were much harder now and he had to strengthen his body with super dense glass coating over his muscle fibers to make them stronger so he could compete, but that took concentration, even the slightest slip could be disastrous for him. 'Seriously, anyone listening up there? Testing one two three...anyone..hell I'd settle for fucking Cupid at this point. Any gods on the line tonight?'
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Post by Knukails on Mar 6, 2014 20:03:03 GMT
Marcus
Marcus was walking back to the others when he came across a bunch of steel bars. 'I wonder…' A mischievous grin grows as his eyes glowed gold. Lifting his arms made the bars float into the air. Marcus started playing with them. Bending,twisting them together then forcing the end into a point. "Hahahaha, where was this when i was at war"? He said out loud. "Could have done things differently". He forced the tip into the floor & kept walking.
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Post by Lady Ruliya on Mar 6, 2014 20:17:28 GMT
“Boudicca!” Her name was called, and she knew by who, Cersei, she noted a hint of urgency in her tone, Boudicca turned her head slightly, but kept running, an apparition of Cersei was floating next to her, “You need to come see this, right away!” the message given, the apparition melted away.
As she ran out of the palace gates she bounded into the air, and began flying over the evergreen fields. She had been given the power of flight by Merlin two millennia ago to fight off the Giants of the Green Isles. Now they were tall, and the battle had been glorious! But her mind drifted to a Millennia ago, Morgana. Boudicca hadn’t personally travelled to the Mortal Plane like Merlin to assist Arthur and his knights, but she had been watching.
Her mind drifted for a moment to her actual battle with Morgana, her youngest sister, the damage she had wrought, that terrible moment where she had been forced to tear the God Soul from her body and banish it into the heart of a Star.
Before she knew it she was at the White Tower again, and with no time for frivolities she landed on the Balcony, where Cersei was waiting. An image was playing, two mortals where fighting a Dark Avatar.
“Is that who I think it is?” Boudicca said as she landed softly.
“It does appear to be,” Cersei nodded, “Or at least, part of him.”
Mordred the Accuser, they’d called him. A human whose soul had been tainted by Morgana’s avatar, Morgana le Fay, they had called her. Using the God Blade Excalibur Arthur had destroyed Mordred’s soul, but as it had been so tainted and corrupted, upon his death the soul had shattered into many pieces. The best Merlin could do was scatter them across the globe and seal them beneath the ground.
“It would seem,” Cersei said, taking Boudicca out of her reverie, “That the piece of his soul that was locked up in North America, no longer is.”
“Yea,” she sighed, “Guess that means I’ll have to intervene, I’m not sure if these knights will be able to handle him.
“The Gates of Avalon have been closed since Merlin’s return, almost a thousand years ago,” Cersei said a little astonished.
“If Morgana truly is returning, they’ll need a God down there to aid them in the battles to come.” Boudicca said steadfastly.
“True,” Cersei said, then giggled as she looked Boudicca up and down, “But times have moved on, and your outfit is, shall we say, very revealing?”
Boudicca looked confused as she looked down at her armour, “My Leather, and fur armour was forged by Merlin’s highest magic’s, it is indestructible.”
“But it doesn’t cover...” Cersei began.
“As am I.” Boudicca eyed her sister.
“Yes, well, be that as it may” Cersei said waving her hands conjuring up new armour for her sister, “I think something like this, would be more appropriate.”
Boudicca’s armour had now grown, so that her more than ample cleavage was now covered, as was her midriff and all of her legs. Her fiery red hair no longer wafted down her body as it pleased, and was tied into a Platte that fell down her back, tied by leather strips.
Cersei caught her sisters look, “Yes, it still retains Merlin’s magic’s, I just made it more... fitting.”
The image beside them flashed, and they turned to look. One of the mortals had launched himself off a building with the knight.
“Pretty impressive,” Boudicca said before she caught herself, “for a mortal that is.”
Cersei withheld her smile, but she laughed inwardly, “Well, dear sister, Goddess of Battle, I think it’s time you got down there, don’t you?”
Boudicca grinned wide, and pulled her twin blades of Britannia from her back, magically concealed no one would ever know they were there, they were also intangible when attached to her, so they didn’t mess with anything she was doing, gaining a very real, and very sharp solidness when she held them in her hands.
“You need me to open a portal?” Cersei asked politely.
“No need sister,” she grinned again and ran, diving off the balcony, and opening a portal herself, as she fell headfirst, arms and blades outstretched, into the Mortal Plane.
A bright flash lit up New York City’s skyline, as the portal opened on the mortal plane, directly above where Mordred’s armour was standing. A shreiking Celtic battle cry could be heard as Boudicca fell from the sky, as she hit the height of the building she switched her position, her legs below her, her arms up, blades facing down and KRA-BOOOM!
Boudicca landed with a mighty blow that caused the road to shatter beneath her, creating a small, but sizeable crater. Her blades had pierced through, tearing the armour asunder. Debris and dust clouded the mortals view, but the piece of Mordred’s black soul that was controlling the armour, was now winding around one of her blades, which burned red as the Soul was absorbed into the blade for safe keeping.
Shatter looked towards the whole, and fog of dust, mouth agape, he honestly hadn’t thought that would work. Before long, he noticed a shadow in the fog, and he readied his blades, but then the knights helmet flew through the air clanging on the ground in front of his feet, he looked down, and mouthed breathlessly the word ‘whoa’, and as he looked up, he saw a woman come out of the cloud and his jaw dropped.
“Greetings mortal,” she said, her tone was deep and commanding, very powerful, “I am Boudicca, Goddess of Battle! And I am here to aid you against forces you have yet to fully understand.”
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Post by GuardianAngel1911-Admin on Mar 6, 2014 20:37:09 GMT
"Pleasure to meet you Boudicca, I'm Shatter...though those more familiar know me as.. before he said it he checked to make sure there were no other people who could hear or see them, safe in that fact he continued "Timothy Hopkins, or just Tim, or Shatter, whichever you'd prefer to call me, your the goddess" Shatter bowed respectfully as he spoke.
"Thank you for helping take care of tall dark and silent there, old friend of yours?"
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