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Post by doctorzero on Jan 28, 2013 23:01:13 GMT -5
The front doors of the Crystal Room slammed open as Evan, Miranda, and several heavily armed agents burst into the dining area. “Can't believe we fell for that—why the hell weren't we notified of an intruder?!” Evan complained.
“This island's cursed, that answer your question?” Miranda retorted.
“For creation's sake, Miranda, save it for later!”
As they went to intercept Ralsis, the agents ordered to stay behind quickly surrounded the Aiman clone, guns trained on her. Several others inspected the mech—they were going to have to move it sooner or later.
“Alright, Aiman, or whoever you are,” said one agent gruffly, “get on your feet with your hands behind your head. Failure to comply or attempt to resist will result in us subduing you in a more painful manner.”
Wilhelm rolled his eyes as he continued to click his lighter, attempting to melt the ice and relight Wax's flame. “You guys would suck as a police force.”
“We're not a police force,” the agent pointed out. “And last I checked melting an ice block that big with a lighter like that would take a long time.”
“I KNOW that, I—oh, forget this.” Wilhelm grabbed the ice that covered Wilhelm's flame and raised his handgun in the other.
CRACK!!!
As the shards of ice hit the ground, he gave Namia a look. “Next time just blow it out WITHOUT freezing it,” he grumbled as he re-flicked his lighter. After a couple attempts, the wick caught alight. “Ah, there we go.”
Ralsis was honestly scared at that moment, afraid that ANY sudden movement would result in the trigger being pressed and a bullet lodged SOMEWHERE in his head.
Needless to say, he did NOT want to die before his plan was completed.
“N-now,” he swallowed, “Let's not be hasty, I'm sure your friends wouldn't wan—ALGH!”
Doc's grip on his throat tightened. Okay, BAD IDEA.
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Post by ryocker on Jan 30, 2013 17:35:29 GMT -5
Having it written into her being to "obey those who hold authority over you," the clone meekly rose off the ground, her bugged eyes darting around. Really, as obediant and cowardly as she was acting, you would almost know for certain it wasn't really her. Especially considering she kept haunching over.
Meanwhile, after Wilhem's comment, Namia held in a light laugh. "It doesn't matter any- I can get away with things that aren't permanent."
As the grey coloring on Wax's body slide off, he began to shiver. "Ugh- just because I'll get over it, doesn't mean it's not rude." he told her, his craters flaring up. "Really, I can't believe you're such a little-"
"Shhhh."
Namia's eyes turned to Fennel. "You don't have to keep him from ins-"
"Shhhh."
Wax's eyes furrowed. "Now I KNOW you're-"
"SHHH!" Fennel shot at them, her glare glowing. "Can't you hear it?"
Everyone in the area gave Fennel a look of disbelief. One of the men keeping the Aiman imposter on gun point gave the deformed fairy an odd look. "You can't be serious." Noticing her glare, he decided to listen for whatever she was hearing- which could very well be anything.
"Psuuuuuu!"
"...that's a weird bird call." Wax crossed his arms.
"Because it isn't a bird, Wax," Fennel glared at him once again, looking up. "It's a juvenile of an Aerlosian species."
"Aerlosian?" Namia's small arms were crossed. "What exactly does that mean?"
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Post by doctorzero on Feb 9, 2013 0:37:51 GMT -5
When Fennel said to listen, Wilhelm paid attention—though he knew better than to hope that it would be something that would IMPROVE the way this day was going, knowing his luck.
“Psuuuuuuuuu!”
“...What IS that?” he asked. It didn't sound like anything he had heard before.
And then Fennel said what it was. He had never heard of an Aerlosian before—sounded like a kind of bird. Though now he was getting mental images of gigantic eagles dropping explosives on them.
...He had to get off this island. It was messing with his head.
Some of the agents, however, looked surprised or shocked. “Wait, Aerlosians?!” the agent that had spoken before exclaimed. “Oh, you've got to be kiddin--”
“Psuuuu!”
“HIT THE DECK!!!”
Wilhelm had to have the misfortune of looking up. “What the--”
Only to be flattened under a large, five year old Ventasale male.
Miranda didn't waste time with courtesy and kicked down the door to Doc's room. Weapons drawn, she, Evan, and three other agents entered the room. “Freeze!”
...though they weren't really expecting to see Ralsis pinned to the wall with Doc holding a gun to his head. Doc looked at them sharply as they entered, though he stayed silent, merely glaring at them and keeping his weapon on Ralsis, who was sweating buckets.
“Doc,” Miranda said slowly, “please back away from him. We can take it from here.”
Doc's expression didn't change. “...mm, I don't think so,” he replied, turning back to Ralsis.
“Doc, please,” Miranda insisted, “he's no good to us dead.”
“You don't know that,” he said quietly.
“Actually, I'd listen to her—” Ralsis started, only for Doc to tighten his grip, cutting him off.
“Doc, listen to us for a second, alright?” Evan said tersely. “We need to bring this bastard into questioning, and we can't do that if you kill him.”
Doc stared at the wide-eyed Ralsis for a few seconds. “...you know something about my session.”
Ralsis nodded. Doc didn't move.
"See? He has information," said Miranda--she had no idea what he meant by 'session', but if it worked..."Let him go, we'll interrogate him and find out what he knows. Just let him go and back away."
Doc said nothing.
“Doc, if you don't let him go, I'm going to have to shoot,” Miranda warned.
Doc contemplated Ralsis for a few more seconds. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking at that moment...
And then he released Ralsis and backed away. Ralsis fell to his knees, gasping for air. Doc's expression STILL didn't change.
As soon as Ralsis was released, Evan and the other three agents moved in to grab him. Evan aimed his Arthurian pistol at Ralsis's head. “Ralsis, you're under arrest for--”
Click.
BANG!
Evan was thrown back into the room's desk, breaking it as the room was filled with a white flash. The other three agents followed suit. Miranda, not being in range of the blast, covered her eyes and only looked when it was clear.
She then proceeded to curse her day thrice more, as Ralsis had vanished again.
“Where is he?!”
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Post by ryocker on Feb 9, 2013 1:08:15 GMT -5
The perpetual grimace of the purple beast on top of Wilhem was almost certain to scare someone away. But of course, the five and six inches tall male just shook for a moment and made another call. "Awww- he's adorable!" Fennel called, floating towards it and rubbing her palms around his face. Despite his look of content, the grimace didn't fade.
Namia's wide eyes would've looked funnier if her mouth wasn't covered by a pair of hands. "THAT'S an Aerlosian?!"
"It's not the name of the species, dear," Fennel giggled, getting licked by the towering tot. "Aerlos is the name of our planet- to describe it as an Aerlosian species is to describe it as a variety or race, not the only kind available."
"Well it's certainly excita-" Wax began, looking toward its backside. "...am I to be alarmed by the small legs and wings coming out of its side?"
"His, Wax," Fennel corrected, "and no- he's just going through a phase. this little boy's almost six years old- he's a little man now~" Her giggle in reaction to being licked was priceless to anyone watching.
When more cries were being heard overhead, Wax expected he'd have to get out of there- until a smaller, foot long varient with one pair of wings and no legs appeared, a larger one of the same variety coming after. Judging by the three's cuddling and gentle pushing, you could easily deduce they were siblings. "Aww, and his little sisters~ how adorable, we have an almost family!"
Namia's raised eyebrow practically spoke for itself. "From what one of our... what did he call them..." one of the workers answered her. "...Tenfold world experts have told us, the adults are much larger than the children. So it's a good thing their parents aren't with them."
"Ah."
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Post by doctorzero on Feb 19, 2013 2:00:42 GMT -5
With a loud noise of surprise, the Ventasale was suddenly rolled over as Wilhelm lost patience with the sky-whale-thing. He groaned as he stood up, cracking his back in the process. “Okay, giraffes, witches, now WHALES...” he rapped his hand against the Ventasale, causing it to make a noise of protest. “What, is Ralsis going to send laser sharks next?”
“I'm quite certain that Ralsis has nothing to do with the Ventasales, Mr. Strahl,” one of the agents replied, giving him a dirty look as he moved to help right the Ventasale.
“Just get the thing away before I decide to shoot it.”
Barely five seconds and already Wilhelm hated the whales. It really was that bad of a day for him, eh?
At that moment, one of the agent's communication device rang. “Hello?”
“This is Captain Wright, we've had a security breach. Do NOT allow Aiman's clone out of your sight, understand? Bring her inside immediately!”
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Post by ryocker on Feb 19, 2013 7:19:39 GMT -5
"Not to worry," one of the agents cheered. "She's been staying in place the entire-" Looking to her original location, the clone was absolutely nowhere to be seen. It seems she scrammed out a long time ag-
"PSUUU!"
"EEP!"
The able boddied pretender struck an odd pose- a batch of two-year old males (triplets, all yellowish) and their big sister (four) had her stuck in place, the boys doing what appeared to be tackle practice toward the clone. "Now you listen here-" (WHOOSH) "I was given strict instructions to-" (PHWOOSH) "and I can't leave being attacked by-!"
In unison, the triplets stepped forward, making her crouch down, unmoving. There was no escape, thanks to the new visitors on the island. "Lady Aiman, Lord Ralsis, heeeeeeeeeeeelp-!"
Namia blinked. "They just teamed up on her," she choked in non-belief.
"Possibly due to her size," Fennel spoke up, stepping by. "Males are known for their tendancy to attack prey much larger than themselves, and this is easiest while they're pups. They also utilize teamwork, provided they have a sibling nearby to assist, although seeing male triplets is rare..."
Elsewhere, another male (a newborn) had waddled into Wax's body, using him like a bean bag. "...you're a small, adorable annoyance, you know that?"
"psu."
(OOC: just a reminder, they're not aquatic. their tails are pointed, not flappy)
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Post by doctorzero on Feb 24, 2013 23:40:02 GMT -5
Well, that made things easier.
About a dozen firearms were practically shoved into Clone-Aiman's face as CRL Agents surrounded her and the Ventasales holding her in place.
“Clone of Aiman, you are under arrest for property damage, attempted murder, being a distraction and also being ugly as sin and dumb enough to let herself be caught by sky whales,” said one of the agents. “No offense,” he said to the Ventasales, who didn't seem to mind. “Alright, people, bring her in.”
As Aiman's clone was put in chains and practically dragged to the Crystal Room, Wilhelm turned to Wax and shrugged. “Don't know about you, but I wish they'd let me cap the bitch, at least.”
“If you want stress relief, Mr. Strahl, then you can go put a cap in the ass of the next threat that comes along,” said one of the agents snidely as she and others moved in to handle the Ventasales. “In the meantime, you should all go inside, I believe Captains Evan and Miranda would like a word with you all.”
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Post by ryocker on Feb 25, 2013 7:09:04 GMT -5
Wax shrugged it all off. "Yeah, yeah. Ususally if there's someone I don't like, I just give 'em a few rounds of cremation, nothing too serious,"
"Don't fall behind, you two," Namia harped, already heading into the building. As though they'd been trained for it, the ventasales moved their wings over their bodies like thin blankets, then crouched down, laying on their stomachs while still being moved by the agents.
The one being comforted by Wax's slime, however, just stayed in place, Waxevius dragging the little fellow along a trail. "And hey, Wil; if you're lucky, she might've been serious about that." The whole group soon stepped inside, the small male still being dragged by Wax.
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Post by doctorzero on Feb 27, 2013 2:42:43 GMT -5
Later...
"Has she said anything yet?" Evan asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly.
"Nothing noteworthy," the agent replied as they watched Aiman's clone be interrogated behind the glass. "It doesn't look like she was given any information we don't already know."
"Terrific," Evan muttered. "Between all this crap and those...what did you call them again?"
"Ventasales, sir."
"Right, those, whatever. This is just what we needed..."
Meanwhile, back in another room...
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Post by ryocker on Feb 27, 2013 7:21:44 GMT -5
"Let's just GO, Crona!"
"Not yet."
"Come on- we've been here WAY to long!"
"I'm not leaving without permission. If I left, then there'd be a bunch of guys coming after me with guns, and I don't know how to handle that."
"Because I'LL Handle it! Seriously, Crona, you're such a baby sometimes!" Ragnarok's tiny hands grabbed hold of Crona's cheeks, pinching them like no tomorrow. "I'll rip your teeth right out of your gums if you don't smarten up and get outta here!"
RRROOOOOOAAAAAAARRR!!!
"EEK!" With a twist and jolt, Ragnarok fled back into Crona's body, Crona himself staring at the door. From the sound of it, Victor had snuck his way to Crona's holding room during the fight with the false Aiman, and was now outside, keeping the unknown gendered child company.
Opening the door, Crona gave a weak smile as sweat formed on his head. "Uh... hi, giant... stitch guy..."
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 7, 2013 3:02:20 GMT -5
“THANK you, Mr. Stein, I appreciate your service.”
Miranda had decided to check up on Crona before seeing to the Aiman clone's interrogation. Sure, any of the other agents could've done it, but she insisted on the basis that Crona would probably be more comfortable with her given their earlier talk.
She gave Victor a nod as she walked past him into Crona's room. “I can take it from here, you're free to do as you wish provided you do not leave the building. If there's anything you need, please speak with one of the staff. I believe your sister was in the dining theater.”
To Crona, she gave a small, tired smile. “Hello, Mr. Crona. Forgive me, but we've had a slight situation earlier. I hope you haven't been uncomfortable.”
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Post by ryocker on Mar 8, 2013 14:54:16 GMT -5
Crona's wide eyes drifted to the side. "It's fine," he answered her. "I was here all alone, so..."
Unexpectantly, Ragnarok was nowhere to be found. He didn't lampshade Crona's constant shelterment, nor his anti-social behavior leaving him familiar with his own person. Crona was all by himself, with Victor still keeping an eye.
"You heard the lady, mister Big guy!" a squeaky voice rang out. Jingle soon appeared, poking Victor's face with the stick end of the sucker she had recieved earlier. "If your sister's well enough to be out of the infirmery, you should go see her!"
"Grrm..." Victor replied.
"I'm not believing that. Go ooon, go and see her! She'll probably love to see you!" The gentle giant smiled, finally picking himself up and trudging away. The rounded fairy hovered toward the door a moment, waving, just before picking up speed after Victor.
"...what did you want to talk about, Ms. Miranda?" Crona asked again, fidgiting.
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 14, 2013 21:20:05 GMT -5
Miranda gave Jingle a thankful nod as she left before sitting in the chair across from Crona. “First of all, I have to apologize—we're currently going through a.. sort of an emergency at the moment. Therefor there may be some difficulties in giving you help in regards to finding a place to stay here, among other things. Once again, I apologize for this inconvenience.”
“These wings take me where I want to go!"
Nnngh...
“I am Dark Pit, servant to no one but myself!”
Ow...
“Hold still. This will only hurt a second.”
“Let go of my wings, you—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—”
“GAH!” Dark Pit bolted up, sweating, clutching his forehead. That was something he did NOT want to relive...
It took him a few seconds to notice his surroundings—some hospital room, maybe? It didn't look like any room on the Orbital Lab, that was for sure.
And not only that, his toga was missing and there were bandages all over his torso. He craned his neck to look at what remained of his wings—they were wrapped up tight, yet he couldn't feel a thing from them. In all honesty, he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
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Post by ryocker on Mar 16, 2013 0:45:01 GMT -5
"Calm down, Frances. No need to eat so hurridly."
"Nuh-uh, it taste good!"
"Fennel has a point. quit eating like that. You'll hurt your stomach."
The stitched girl couldn't help but pout. She liked the food being served here.
"HE'S HERE HE'S HERE HE'S HERE!!"
Everyone in the room stared at jingle, currently flying in at breakneck speeds. They dismissed her at first, until Victor's arm pushed the door open. "Brother!" Frankie cheered getting up to go see him- only to land on the ground, holding her stomach from a cramp.
Namia sighed. "We tried telling her not to stuff herself, big guy."
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"It's fine."
Anyone hearing that might've become shocked. "I've gotten used to being here, so... I don't mind it if you keep me here until further notice..."
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 24, 2013 18:54:21 GMT -5
Miranda's expression softened. “Again, I'm truly sorry. It's just that this is a matter of security, as well as safety—due to the current situation I personally wouldn't feel right if we allowed you to be exposed to the danger present. But rest assured,” she added, “We'll have the problem dealt with as soon as we possibly can, then we'll give you the help you need. In the meantime, we have a spare room you can use that's more comfortable than this one. Is that acceptable?”
Wilhelm hadn't interacted with the others much since they went back inside, instead swiping on of the agent's reports on those whale things (say what you will about those CRL bastards, they work FAST) and looking it over while sitting across from Frankie as she binged.
“Flies through the air...can get freaking huge...are not to be used for human consumption—why the hell would anyone eat one?” he muttered. Well, at least it pointed out the dangers of being directly underneath a Ventasale, lest ye be squashed flat. Though he swore that one had been aiming for him earlier...
Heck, was everything on this island after him today?
When Victor arrived, he gave him a halfhearted wave. “Hey, Frankenstein,” he said absently. “Not you, sweetheart,” he added to Frankie.
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