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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82  Posts: 3290/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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| Garro: "Should be coming up right about...." Garro shoved his pistol back into its holster and closed his coat around himself as his angel wings wrapped around his torso and partially shielded him from Metal's meteor-like assault. The flaming tackle rammed him and took him backward, rolling with Metal's blow until Garro was carried far enough to skid along the ground and beneath Metal as Metal passed overhead. He rolled a few times along the ground, and staggered to his feet. His wings were tattered, burned, scorched, whatever words you could come up with for them. Ethereal feathers lined the ground where he had been driven along, and dissipated into nothingness seconds after leaving Garro's body. Garro shook on his feet as he grinned, snapped his fingers, and jerked a little bit as his wings retracted back into his back. As for his other hand, the one gripping his back, it was no longer glowing white, but instead had discharged a touch of White Fire into Garro's back. The injury Metal had given Garro had twisted his back in such a way that, when the bones were repaired, Garro cracked it a few times, and it felt better than it had felt in years. ".....N...Now..." Of course, there had to be a counterattack in store, too. As Garro took out his bible and began the rituals needed to re-bless his pistols, a numerous series of flame strikes suddenly rained down from the skies onto the battlefield. That spell Garro had chanted earlier had finally decided to start working. So much for long cast times, eh? |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3291/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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| I think I know where this place could go, actually... A place where Stinkoman can write out his life "story" to us all... (edited by Guilty Grey X on 09-25-05 12:18 AM) |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3293/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Janus: "I think..... the feddies are probably guarding the Speedway, hunting for terrorists now that I've managed to take down a pair of their helicopter units." |
He looked all around... The desert wasn't going to be a fun trek, even with his supply of Yggdrassilberries at his beck and call. Flying would be a bad idea, especially if they were going to follow the Speedway, for the same reason why TAKING the Speedway was a bad idea. But if they couldn't find any kind of transportation soon, it looked like the date was going to be over a little bit faster than he had expected. "As for getting to Pentalipse, it's either walking, or finding some kind of alternate form of transit. A bus, maybe? Or a train? Kruks? I haven't ridden a kruk in years, though. I don't want to risk flying on Satchel, either. The police will be hunting the skies at this point, so I think we're going to have to remain solely earthbound for a while." (restricted) | (restricted) |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3296/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Garro: "Big mistake, Metal..." |
The moment Metal tried to posess Garro, Garro's spirit could feel the pull... He snapped to attention. His eyes, body, clothes, all began to glow white as he hastily interrupted his blessing ritual and focused his energies inward. Metal's view of the spiritual world would of course be blurred, and rather than having to force his way inside of Garro's mind, Metal was actually sucked right in. Once his spirit was inside of Garro's body, Metal's consciousness would awaken to a world unlike any he had ever seen... Demons resided everywhere, running, screaming, ripping, tearing, hedonistic mockeries of living beings whose only purpose was to destroy the other inhabitants of the realm. The angelics. They were not nearly as clean and neat as the books suggested. Their wings were bloodied and torn, their armor battered and bruised. Along the barren ground jets of hell flame and white fire erupted in random spots, threatening each side with their blazes. Each side raged madly against the other... The realm was a wasteland of pain, suffering, and anger. And yet, above it all, one being stood, strengthened by the resolve of both sides to defeat the other... It was Garro. His wings in full form again, he floated above the battlefield, looking down at Metal. Gone was his coat, his kevlar clothes, the form he assumed in the physical world. His frail materal body was instead replaced by a magnificent being, melded of light and darkness, twisting and perverting both so that each side accomplished the exact opposite of their original intent. One black wing, one white wing. Dark armor, shining white aura. Black eyes, white skin. Everything about Garro in this place suggested contradiction, yet all that was true was strength. He placed himself in front of the intruder, and spoke. His voice, though unchanged from his physical form, was somehow deeper and more commanding, as though the very terrors and hopes themselves lay within it. "There is no "holy father" here in my mind..." He raised his hand, and the whiteness that surrounded him glowed ever brighter around it... "All that I truly believe in is myself." The hand pointed at Metal... "Now, leave this place. Never come back." The whiteness exploded outward at Metal, and when it cleared, Metal would find himself thrown from the spiritual world, back in his physical body. Garro stood before him in his own physical body, pistols glowing but safely in their holsters. The fearsome being was nowhere to be seen. Only a fragile human. He was breathing heavily, though the reason for such a state was only known to the two fighters. Garro: "What did you see? I hope it taught you a lesson..." (edited by Greynic X on 09-25-05 03:30 AM)
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3297/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Janus: "Aw, man... I really wanted to ride a Kruk, too... They're such cool animals, and so fast!" |
He examined the portal. It was insane, it led directly to one of the Outer Planes! Yiusi may not know it, but her ability to summon allies was a LOT more powerful than she could imagine... And a lot more dangerous for Janus, too. With the ethereal signature he was giving off, chances are he'd attract the attention of the wrong people at the exact wrong time. A portal to the outside, while he was acting as a declared ally? That'd spell trouble someday. But for the time being, it was a neat novelty. So long as it didn't STAY open, he guessed that it'd remain harmless. "Hm, I can open portals, too... But not like these. Mine only cross time, space, and occasionally dimensions... But never extraplanar. I'm impressed. Why didn't you do this before?" (restricted) | (restricted) | (restricted) |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3301/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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2+3 = chair. Chair + hillary clinton = Goat. Goat + moo = cheese. Understand? |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3302/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Garro: "Tch... really. Increase my agility..." |
And the Garro said it, and it was so. The DVDs fired at deadly speed, but Garro's was even deadlier. He threw his coat from his shoulders, and instantly about 220 pounds of solid kevlar made a thudding impact on the soft, artificial ground. That, combined with the blessing he recieved from the unknown force that governed his beliefs, gave him the go he needed to easily move out of the way of the torrent of discs. He moved like a ghost, lightly stepping from blade to blade and moving with motions that seemed like almost a frolic; a pistol was drawn, and another. A step and a blur, a circle about Metal, and suddenly Garro was in his face again, but he didn't fire. He just grinned, zipped away to a range of about ten feet, and then fired both pistols. What came out, however, was not holy in nature. It was good, old fashioned copper/steel alloy. A spray of it, to be precise. Several dozen bullets fired in the space of several seconds by two of the fastest fingers in the Arena.
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3303/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Grey: "Grr, I thought that'd have done it..." |
He continues his assault...
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3304/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Janus: "Hrm... You DO realize that if what comes out of there is some kind of horrifying creature, these people are going to run screaming, and then we really WILL have to find some Kruks, right?" |
The people went from looking at them suspiciously to outright gawking, forming a circle at the ever-swirling portal. More and more of the native language could be heard, as the tension in the crowd rose to a boil. A person was a smart, intelligent individual. People were dumb, panicky, stupid animals and Janus knew that. It all rested on Yiusi now. (restricted) |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3306/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Janus: "A mutant Plasma Wisp and a Durahan. I'll hand it to you, I'm impressed. Especially at the level of respect they have for you in comparison to how much power they have. But how's that going to help us get across the desert? I..." |
He suddenly notices that everyone around him is on the ground, bowing and cheering for Yiusi. Looks like he's been shown up. "Ah. Well, then. I guess this'll do. But still, the feds from the other city... They're gonna catch up to us eventually, we can't waste time with theatrics. I hope you've come up with something outside of this, milady."
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3307/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Simple: Just do what the name that game! did and change the names of the files, find an alternate host for them, and host them there while hotlinking them here. |
That way, when someone quotes you, rather than seeing "Sonic_the_hedgehog_Emerald_hill_Zone.mid" they'll see "5.mid". Easy as pi (and a lot easier to calculate)!
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3308/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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My campus is somehow engineered to make me walk uphill both to my classes and back to my dorm. Or just uphill so much to my classes that I don't notice the downhill trek back. |
And Wurl, skanking concerts rule. You win.
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 3309/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Garro: "Bulletproof coat..." |
The bullets seared toward him, but he didn't even bother moving. He just pulled his hat over his face, put his hands behind his back, and let the projectiles fly into him. When it all stopped, he raised the hat, shook the bullets out of his clothing, and smiled. "...suit, AND hat. So what else are you up to?" He pulled out his bible and prepared a counterspell to whatever Metal was turning out. "Fancy another go..." This'd take some time to cast. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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