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Post by ryocker on Dec 22, 2012 20:23:06 GMT -5
Fennel narrowed her eyes. "I somehow doubt that would be necces-"
"Baaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaarrrrp"
Fennel's eyes shrank during Jingle's little up-burst. "Nevermind, I'm going in- good luck!"
The pavement was practically ripped from the impact the large machine made. The mecha in question was loaded with weapons- the most prominent being an arm cannon mounted on it. But despite the absolutely menacing appearance, the only thing that really stuck out about the machine was the one seated in the cock-pit.
Though her eyes were obscured, the physical appearance of just about everything else involving her made it perfectly clear- the woman piloting the machine was Aiman. "Attention, people out and about!" The woman inside announced through the intercom. "I request that the one known as Evan Carmichael leave imediately. As you can plainly see..." One of the built in guns cropped out and was pointed at an innocent bystander passing by.
And was soon shot. "I'm out for blood."
"THE LIVING HE** IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Everyone's attention was soon broken like a child's toy. The one assaulted wasn't even dead- his Black, wax body made sure of that. "I just, just come into the city to get a job working as a cheep energy saving grill, get paid handsomely for my first day on the job, and then get SHOT?!" what looked like a check soon came out of his chest, not a drop of wax on it.
Oh yes. and there was a viable hole on it. "... You RUINED MY DAY." The flame on his head burst out, the holes in his shoulders erupting with fire and smoke. Noticeably, a bullet was spat out of his mouth. "You don't know who you're messing with, do you?! I'M WAXEVIUS ENGINE LANTERN, YOU OVER-DEVELOPED WENCH! AND NOW, YOU'RE ABOUT TO-"
Then he glanced to the side. "... Wil?" he said, his flames dying down. "When did you get here?"
Namia's voice was nearly deadpan. "Friend of yours?" she asked, stopping one of the bullets Aiman shot at them.
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Post by doctorzero on Dec 24, 2012 23:09:23 GMT -5
"Wax, hey. Just risking my ass, same as usual," Wilhelm said casually. To Namia, he said, "Ran into him yesterday, he helped with catching Princess. Not sure what he's doing here, though."
Waxevius' appearance hadn't caught him by surprise, oddly. That must mean he was getting used to this island.
I REALLY hope that doesn't mean I'm going native.
"OI."
PING!
A small corner of the machine's frame was blasted off. Evan lowered his pistol, looking stern. "How about we calm down a little bit," he said calmly, twirling his weapon idly as he stepped toward the giant robot, "instead of trying to put holes in everything in sight, eh?" He stopped and looked up at the glass of the cockpit. "So! You're Aiman, eh? Is that bastard Ralsis in there too?"
The CRL agent nearly fell over herself as she burst into the clinic. "Captain Wrights! We have a problem!"
"What is it, Terra?" Miranda demanded as she stood up; Doc made no reaction to the disturbance.
"Trouble outside in the square! One of the hosta--"
Terra was interrupted when another CRL agent scrambled into the room. "There's a giant robot piloted by that Aiman woman outside! Captain Carmichael--"
He stopped when he noticed the looks he was getting. He looked at Terra. "...you didn't tell her about the giant robot yet?"
"There's a giant robot?" Terra asked, confused.
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Post by ryocker on Dec 29, 2012 21:06:57 GMT -5
"Oh no, it's just me," she answered, a bit of rhythm in her voice. "Ralsis found it a bit too dangerous to come to you when his life was at risk because of it~"
A bolt of energy chipped another frame. "So he just sent someone else to rain fire on us, did h- YEEP!" Namia asked, only to get interrupted by a sudden bullet hole near her feet.
"Don't act like you can freely ask questions, brat," Aiman grinned. I have permission to slaughter most of you, remember?"
"Don't remind..." Namia almost answered. "...wait... I thought I was on Ralsis's hit list?!"
"He didn't say I couldn't bloody you up before bringing you in, now did he?" she asked, forcing Namia to bite her lip. She could've sworn something was wrong with Aiman, but...
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Post by doctorzero on Dec 30, 2012 0:08:47 GMT -5
Several bangs were enough to cut any further dialogue from Aiman short.
Along with several more pieces of the frame either being dented or blown off entirely, but that's beside the point.
As Aiman cursed at the damage being inflicted to her machine, Evan reached for his radio. “All agents, surround the area and concentrate all fire on the robot. Also, keep the pilot ALIVE. I'm looking at you, Mrs. Manhattan.”
“It was ONE TIME!”
Wilhelm quickly popped out of cover and fired a shot at the machine.
Ding.
Not even a dent. Wilhelm ducked back as the returning bullet spray missed his head by inches.
“Okay, what the hell kind of weapon does Evan have?” he muttered to himself. “...and how can I steal it from him without him noticing?”
“I can hear you, Strahl!”
Wilhelm ignored him and turned to Wax. “So, sorry to see you in a war zone, pal. What were you doing here anyway, looking for more real estate?”
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Post by ryocker on Dec 30, 2012 0:24:00 GMT -5
Wax's eye darted to Namia. "Did he seriously just ask me that?"
"Just say it again," she answered him, trying to chuck a bolt at Aiman's mech.
"I found a job as a spare food fryer at a restaraunt. then THIS broad shot me right where i kept the advance check. My hard earned moola is now chicken feed thanks to her." the amount of venom in his voice could soak a man to the bone. "In fact- HEY! COME AND GET ME!" Humorously, Wax jumped from the cover and slimed right up to Aiman, firing tons of Wax at her- just to get bullet shot in response.
This, however, didn't stop him. "You out of bullets or just a wuss?"
An unearthly scream came from Aiman's com. Grabbing Evan and chucking him at an open (and full) dumpster, her machine soon went right after Wax's body, her bullets all getting absorbed by his plush body. "I've felt worse from a seed eating monkey, ya wimp!!"
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Post by doctorzero on Jan 1, 2013 0:37:59 GMT -5
The dumpster’s lid slammed shut as soon as he landed in it.
God DAMMIT.
A single gunshot sent the lid flying as Evan lifted himself up. “As soon as I grab that little…”
“Hey, WAIT—dammit!”
Wilhelm gritted his teeth as Wax was perforated by Aiman’s bullets. “Oh, that is it,” he muttered, reaching for his shotgun.
“Oh, by all means, let ME.”
“Wha—”
The speaker had moved before Wilhelm could protest.
“AIMAN!”
A single gunshot struck the lid of the cockpit, instantly grabbing her attention and turning the machine to face the attacker.
Of course, that just gave Miranda more space to hit with her automatic rifle.
She tightened her grip on the trigger, repeatedly striking the cockpit. Even if none of the bullets broke the glass, it was enough to disorient Aiman.
After a few seconds, there was an empty click. Miranda tsked as she threw the rifle aside.
“Wax, talk to me, pal.”
Wilhelm had gone to Wax’s side, keeping a hand on his weapon in case Aiman brought her attention back to them.
“I don’t care if those went through you,” Wilhelm muttered, “that HAD to have hurt—wait.”
He stared at Miranda. “Where the hell did she pull that cannon from?!”
Miranda grunted as she leveled the anti-tank rifle to bear on Aiman’s cockpit. “Swallow THIS, you wench.”
Click.
BOOM.
As well built as Aiman’s machine was, the blast was enough to send it flying a few feet and landing on its back with a huge thud.
“Evan, get back over here!” Miranda yelled. “I can’t reload this thing by myself.”
Meanwhile, two CRL agents were standing guard in front of Doc’s room, hands on their weapons.
Regrettably they wouldn’t be enough to help.
“At ease, gentlemen.”
“Wha—ARGH!”
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Post by ryocker on Jan 1, 2013 12:53:41 GMT -5
"You mortals are all the same." His spiked teeth were all in a grin. "I can't FEEL pain. The only part of my body that quakes under pressure is my heart- and she doesn't have a water cannon." That's when they all noticed it- he was heating the inside of his body through his flame sacks- with multiple glowing dots present as he did this. "You guys aren't the only ones with heavy artillery- I just have to improvise mine into existence! ---------- There were multiple clicks and whirrs going on in near Aiman's location, and everyone could hear her cussing about it. "Bloody piece of work," she said to herself. She finally got back up, revealing the missiles in the machine- Which she couldn't use with Evan so close to her target. "Hey! Evan! get out of the way- I'm killing that one!" the almost mad magician yelled, the robot's foot stomping. However, she quickly noticed other operatives hovering around, re-directing her missiles at them. "Don't disobey me- you'll make me MAD!""Feel the sting of an un-worldly flame, flowing through like blood in your veins..."
"SACRED FLAME!" The fireball Namia summoned was more than enough to catch the missile mid-flight- yeat strangely, the flame kept itself inside a limited range after the explosion, creating a small sun- in appearance only. "Thanks for that-" Wax said, grateful for her help. "I would've done something, but making a cannonball is kind of focus dependant." "I understand- after all, when you've lived longer than most, you pick these things up. Vanish, flames, to where you once came..." Namia recited, the orb of fire dissipitating into non-existance. "I could've kept it up, but I think she's too unstable to fire a second."
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Post by doctorzero on Jan 4, 2013 1:57:09 GMT -5
Evan completely ignored Aiman as he reloaded the cannon. “Do me a favor and make sure this one hits her in the face.”
“Gladly.”
Once Evan was finished, Miranda aimed the cannon at Aiman's machine again. “Hope this goes down your throat, you little bitch.”
Of course, the missiles somewhat put a damper on that idea.
Then Namia intervened, fortunately. Miranda smirked. “Got to thank her for that later. Now, where was I?”
“Firing the missile down her throat,” Evan replied, tapping the anti-tank rifle with a knuckle. ~ Both guards collapsed, unconscious, as Ralsis entered the room. He had been lucky that Aiman was making a good enough distraction outside—there was no way he could take on more than three CRL agents, by his estimate.
His eyes lit up as his gaze fell upon the person on the bed. Doc had made no indication that he heard Ralsis enter the room and had his back to him.
But Ralsis knew that this was the Zero he wanted.
“Hello, Doctor,” he said quietly, enough so Doc could hear. “Looks like we finally meet.”
No response, save for him shifting a little.
“What, not even a hello? Am I supposed to think that Julius's methods worked?”
This time Doc did respond. “...what?”
(Wow this is terrible)
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Post by ryocker on Jan 5, 2013 0:59:11 GMT -5
"...Alright, I think this lump of lead is ready to pound a little steal!"
Pushing the slightly glowing orb outside of his body, Wax soon morphed himself into a slightly cannon-like shape. "I got the ammo covered, but this cannon doesn't have a fuse!"
"I know I have nothing to do with this..."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Fennel, stepping outside to confront everyone. "But I'm certain my talents will be exceptionally qualified for this job."
"What job?" Namia asked, watching the sprite walk towards Wax's back. in the next instant, she tucked one of her wave bells into his back. "...that's a little gross looking..."
"I know your kind can regenerate, Wax."
"Wait- how do you know my name?! I've never met you!"
"Perhaps not- but I know someone just like you back home. Now get your regenerative body together- this blast will be the one to end them all!"
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(starting at the same moment Namia depleted the flames)
"URRRRRGH! Rotten little sack of HATRED," Aiman cussed. "I don't care what Ralsis says, I am KILLING. YOU ALL!"
Right as the gun full of death and destruction was about to rain bullets on everyone, a rather disturbing explosion rang- one of popped sludge. in a momment that would easily be missed in a blink, a cannonball wizzed in from the left, striking the left arm, breaking it AND the machine gun built into it with a single hit.
"NOOO!!!"
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Post by doctorzero on Jan 6, 2013 3:16:23 GMT -5
The cannonball was followed by yet another blast from the tank rifle, smacking right into the cockpit's glass and bouncing off, leaving several cracks.
Miranda and Evan looked at each other. Miranda gestured to the machine. “Go right ahead.”
“Why thank you, fair lady.”
“Don't push it.”
“If you're here, now, speaking to me,” Ralsis continued, “Then I can only assume that Julius has failed.”
Doc finally sat up and turned to look at him. “Who the hell is Julius?”
“My manservant. I sent him into your session.”
“What?!”
Ralsis shrugged. "He was given a simple task. Though seeing as you're at least possessing some sanity, it's clear that he failed to accomplish it."
Doc stood up and walked up to Ralsis, glaring at him. "Start talking. Now."
As Aiman cursed the lesser creatures, being unable to see out the cockpit with so many cracks in it, there was an audible thud.
“Hey, Aiman!”
CRASH!
Glass flew everywhere as Evan punched through the window.
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Post by ryocker on Jan 6, 2013 16:10:10 GMT -5
Everything seemed to stop cold.
Aiman's eyes slowly began to widen, watching as the glass of the cockpit was shattered to pieces. Sooner than expected, the fist came dangerously close to her face-
And everything went back into normal motion, Aiman knocked out on the pilot's seat.
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Namia couldn't control her twitch at the sight in front of her. Namely... the exploded wax slime that stood mishapen in front of her. "...That was just sick," she said, deadpan. "You didn't have to kill the poor guy!"
"He isn't dead." Fennel answered.
"You pumped him full of air until he exploded!"
"He isn't dead." Fennel repeated.
"He's nothing but a slimey husk of a candle stick now!
"I'm pretty sure he's not dead," Wilhelm said loudly.
"And to top it all off, he's not even moving!"
"I ain't dead, sherlock!"
With the black body starting to move, Wax's form soon corrected itself. "As long as my flame's going, I'm alive. Even if it went out, I'd be back alive again in about five minutes." Watching her dumbstruck face, he tsked. "Man. you're as surprisable as you look, girl."
"I'm over 300 years old, you moron!"
"...Ah. Well that changes things...
"you old hag."
When his flame was suddenly incased in ice and put out, he grinned. "Worth it." he sang, his body turning to stone.
Fennel looked on, pulling out what looked like a stick of candy. "Don't you think you over-reacted just a bit? You are old, aren't you?"
"You have no room to talk." Namia glared.
"I do if I'm five hundred and ten," She took a bite out of the stick, chewing it a bit. "Which I am."
"Intersting." the girl noted. "Do you physically age or are you eternal?"
(insert interuption here)
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Post by doctorzero on Jan 13, 2013 3:28:11 GMT -5
Wilhelm had been horrified when Wax had been reduced to what amounted to a pile of...well, wax.
It was right then he had been reminded before of what Wax had told him earlier...
"He isn't dead," said Fennel.
"You pumped him full of air until he exploded!" yelled Namia.
"He isn't dead," Fennel repeated.
"He's nothing but a slimey husk of a candle stick now!"
"I'm pretty sure he's not dead," Wilhelm said loudly. Of course, he was soundly ignored.
"Son of a..." he swore. To Wax's remains he said "Please get back up, I really don't want to have to deal with the headache."
Once Wax revealed that yes, he still lived, Wilhelm gave Namia a look that screamed 'There, see? Your argument is invalid.'
Of course, then she had to snuff out Wax's flame. Wilhelm rolled his eyes as he pulled out his lighter. "Goddamn immortals, I don't even," he muttered as he got to work at trying to revive Wax again. He made a mental note to later get a better lighter.
Or a flamethrower. Flamethrower would be good.
Evan grabbed Aiman and pulled her out of the pilot's seat, jumping off of the machine to land back on the solid ground. "Special delivery!"
With no tact whatsoever, Aiman was dropped to the ground. If she had woken up at that point, she would've looked up to see the barrel of a very large anti-tank rifle pointed at her head.
"Aiman, you are under arrest for sabotaging a high priority CRL mission, collaborating with a homicidal terrorist, attempted assault and murder, random property damage, dressing up as a hooker (and believe me when I say that you would be an insult to hookers EVERYWHERE) and royally ticking me off," growled Miranda.
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Post by ryocker on Jan 13, 2013 9:09:42 GMT -5
"Ow..." she said, waking up to a sting when she hit the ground. Trying to get up, she suddenly saw the anti-tank rifle in her face.
And nearly freaked out.
"What? Already?!" she asked, panicked. "But I didn't even fulfill my mission! It can't be time for death already!" Her nearly snake-like green eyes seemed to grow in her head, biting on her lip and tightly shutting her eyes as the trigger was-
"Miranda, WAIT!"
The rather adorable visage of the red-headed Namia running down the street caught everyone's attention. "I thought there was something wrong- she wasn't acting properly at all."
"I understand I'm not from your reality," Fennel whisped, flying near. "But... how exactly does this being... act?"
"Destructive and cunning, always figuring out some way to win at any cost," Namia answered. "She's never been one for obedience... But I know someone who is."
A tense glare suddenly hit the now quaking Aiman, acting like a little girl in her boots. "Or should I say... something. Take a look at her eyes. Are they yellow?"
Waiting for Evan and Miranda to figure it out, she continued. "Yes, an imperfect clone. As with most magic based clones, they are obedient, but can only follow a specific instruction. This particular one enjoys filling someone with Lead.
"It seems pitiful, but their use is in distraction and multitasking." taking time out of her explanation to pull out her hand and try slitting her wrist, she was quickly stopped by Fennel. "Hm? What?"
"You said yourself that these clones are for multitasking, yes?" she repeated, staring at the building's entrance. "Does that mean a greater force is acting inside?"
"Bollocks," the false Aiman cursed. "I can't believe the fairy figured it out-"
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Post by doctorzero on Jan 17, 2013 3:05:01 GMT -5
Miranda was sorely, SORELY tempted to pull the trigger. Sorely.
But she knew better. Protocol dictated (well, more like heavily suggested) that all prisoners be taken alive if and when possible.
Not to mention the possibility of getting info on Ralsis from Aiman...
So when Namia urged to her wait, she chose to listen. And then Namia pointed out the eyes...
Mirand leaned down to look at Aiman. “I don't--”
Her eyes were a different color.
It was a fake.
They were being had.
Miranda and Evan would later look back and agree that their choice of words at the time were appropriate.
“SON OF A BITCH!”
Ralsis grunted as Doc slammed him against the wall. “Who the hell are you?!” Doc demanded. “How do you know about our session?!”
Ralsis simply smirked. “You WOULD want to know, wouldn't you? All you have to do is come with me an--”
Click.
Ralsis's heartrate then proceeded to increase rapidly as the barrel of a handgun was pressed against his forehead.
“You have five seconds,” Doc growled, looking murderous, “to start talking sense, right here, right now. I have lost SO MUCH. I don't need YOU to mock me for it.”
Ralsis was pretty sure he hadn't been mocking him, but judging from the mad glint in Doc's eyes it would be better if he didn't point that out. “N-now, let's calm down, if you shoot you won't be getting any answers, you know that right?”
“Don't give a damn. Talk.”
Is he really that out of it?! Ralsis thought wildly. Dammit, Julius, I expected you to do a thorough job! How did you manage to botch it so badly?!
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Post by ryocker on Jan 21, 2013 12:58:28 GMT -5
Namia's wide eyes almost jumped out of her skull. "No delaying! There's no telling what that madman's doing in there! Get after him- I'll keep track of the clone."
"Perhaps it's for the best," Fennel whispered, her fingerless hand moved into a prayer-like position. "Jingle's inside if you need her. Eating... some colored stone from one of your workmates."
"Colored stone?" someone asked.
"On a white stick."
"ah."
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