01-08-2017, 06:56 AM
(12-27-2016, 06:01 AM)OdinYggd Wrote: "No, I don't think I have anything like that. Almost everything in construction will kill you if it hits you hard enough, and there are plenty of glues and paints that give off dangerous gases if used without enough ventillation."
Danu ponders the matter a minute.
"It may be possible to separate the living from the nonliving. But I wouldn't have anything I could give you capable of that- doing something like that normally requires religious artifacts that don't seem to be easily obtained in this world."
"...I didn't mean that kind've construction, but okay. Guess I'll jus' hafta hope this doesn't kill whoever's in there."
The apparatuses in the chamber start quickly creating a silver spike in the chamber, likely for firing. The idea seems both interesting and unnecessary.
Argon flips a switch or two and the power the railgun is generating audibly lowers a little.
"Ready to fire. Gotta hold steady..."
(12-21-2016, 10:30 PM)Timtimthe2nd Wrote: Tim instinctively rolls out of the way, before realizing that the attack was parried.
"Thanks!"
He quickly reloads while The Remnant is distracted by Umbra.
There seems to be a pretty intense duel going on between them right now. Despite the Remnant's weakened state, Umbra is twirling his glaive around like a madman in his efforts to parry every swing.
"What is your deal? You keep yammering about demons, angels, and all this other celestial stuff with nothing to show for it. What are you even doing here? Was it even worth endangering so many people!?"
"̛̹̖̲͓̙͍̹̤͟Ṛ̴͔̪̱̼͈r̴̖̜̻͎̬̭̠̦ģ͖̮̗͘h͚̦͉͈̖͇̦̠͘͜.͍͚̥͚͚̫̫̜̕̕.͉̭̤̭̹̭̲.̢̢̫͙̗͔ ͓̞͇͕̲T̴͏̗̥̗̼̼̙͍a̫̼i͏̶̩n̰͕̰͍̦̭͕̣̠t̴̢͈̼̰e̷̪͖͔̱̱͚͞d̬̘͓̻!҉͍͚̬͞ ̴̴̷͕̟͓A̵̢̲̣̘̮͉͜l҉̭̺̕l̡͈̮͍̖̲ ̳̙̪̝͙̝̹̙͝ó̴͏̳̞̣̣͎͖̹̳͈f̧̟̫͓͎̼͜ ̷̺̣͖͔͓̦̪͓͡͡y̢̠̯̫̹o̩̼̺̘͇ͅu̧̡͓̣ͅ!̴̮̫̤̠̮̫͇̣̕͠ ̶̸̖͈̩̲͙Ị ̷̸̗̘̪̭́h̵̨̭̼͉͈̼a͜҉͇̻͚͚̯͓̥͡v̷̞̞͠e̶͔̯͚͖͍̻͓͎̘ ̷̬͓͚̪̬͢h̨̨̞̬͍͕̩̜̪̭̖ų̸̖̹̼̼͝n̴̲͈͉͜ṯ̳͈̫̗e̷͖̦͖̘̕d̘͖̘͎̰̘̮̙́͢ ͏̼͕͉̠̬̝̗̱̙͝y̠̯̪̣̯͉̫o̸̡̡̺̹̳u̵̟̻͙͎̯̩͖ ͖̹̕f̢̦̳̜̠͇̲̬̕͜o̳̼̻̯͖r҉͙̰͉ ̶̛̫͇͓͎̩̼y̸̨̯̩͜ẹ̡̨̝̮͙̖̻͞a̶̖͓r̩̥͓͉͜͝ś̻̩͝ ͇̼͉̩̝͖̣͝o̩̣͙̕ͅn̴̹̣̩̹̺̤̙͡ ̸̘̫̙͇̫̤͖̀e̡̳̪͔͓̟͕͢n҉̗͖̭̞͎̬̲͘ḍ̨̘̜͙̻͕ͅ,̲́ ̷̡̠͖̲̬̳̯̩͓U̲͍̹̟̰̯͞͞m͟͏͉̜͚̜͇̣̤b̟̯̠̳̤̯ͅr̜̜̪͓̻̪͢͝a̷͚̗̜̫̭ͅl̫͚͔͚̭͘!͏̪͎͍͔̱͓͞ ̡̣̗̩̳͕̘̫̤ͅI͠͏͍͎͖̳͚̺̻̼͔ ̵̢̥͓́f̩̼͈̻į̷̵̞̺̠͈̞͍̼̬̘n͔͚̝̮ͅa̵͖̫̭̮͝ļ̺͠l҉̤̱̘̣͈̫̲y͏͈̙̪͍̻̬̀ ̸͔̖͔͇̻̤̯͎́ͅh̙͔ͅa̵̢̱̣̜̪̼͜v̰̘͜é̢̗̮̫̜͍ͅ ̵̯̺͚̬̝̬̕y̱̻̤͙̝͍̻͈ͅo̶̗̞̫̝͕̠̤̖͢͞u̵͇̲͉̳̲̣ ̟̙́͢e҉͓̥̝̮̕x̷̘̖͕̼̝̲̟́a̶̧̩͢ͅc̡͍̞̫̹͖̝͔t̡̥̮̖͙͖̺̰̣̳ḽ̵̛̫̭̘̮̘̱̝y̵̯̫̺̝͈̻͙ ̤͖̝̮̘̝̪w̢̩̙͙̺̘̹h҉͈̥͔͇͇̕ȩ̩̩̦̤̤̝̪r̶̶̢̪̝̥̟̭͖̹̙e̢̗̯̜̯ ͏͎̣͙̤͘I̷̛̤̯͇͚̞͇͘ ̶̰̼͕͔̲̪̘̩w̶̫̦͞͡ą̼̜͘͠n̵̢̜̭̮̤̱̮̹͡t͕͉̼͜͢ ̷͕̯̪̭̗ý̜̝̥͉͓͚̣̹̕o̢̖̤̤̯͇͚͍͠u̵̵̜,͔̦̕̕ ͉̮̗͈̰̥̥̞͝a̡͙͎̦̦̬̜ͅn̫̩̟̠̭̦̙̹͉͘d͏̩̱̘̺̪ ̮̤̞͎͙Ì̥͕̯̙̮͈'̸̪̰̳̝͚͡m̵̧̨̺̙̯̘ ͏͔̦̫̟̥n̠͖͙̤̰̮o̲͚̰̣ͅͅţ͓̳͚̪̼̦͉̣͝ͅ ͚̩̥͟l̷̼͇͔̻̩̰ͅe̫͈t̯̜̻̘͡t҉̗͖̜i̶̸̟̘͈̤͈̱͢n̡͉͇̭͜g̸̺̜̯ ̡̣͉͈̬͔̹̙̀y̨̻ơ̰͓̦̮̯̖̗̭u̸̙̳̼̜̜͚̖ ҉̝̜͕̬̪͎̩̺͠g͕̱̠̩̳e̷͎͉̳̭t̨͉̭͠ ̴̶̳̤̲͓̞̹̼a҉͔͉̠̱w͓̮̪̼͓͈̖͠a̭̤͉̱̣͉ý͕̼ ́͏҉̥͔͖̤t̮͙̩̙̼́h̺̰̺̯̯̣͠í̸̥͉̥̲͢s̵̨̗͎ ͙t̴̢͔̥̞͔̖̦̗͉̦̕i̙͓̼̦m̡͈̤͖͓͚̜e̵̡͙̯̥̮̦̝̦!̛̱̦͇͎̪̩͍̩͈͝"͔̯̲͓̺͕͞ͅ The Remnant swings powerfully, knocking Umbra over. He readies a finishing blow...
"Gotcha."
A thunderous sound echoes throughout the room as the silver spike launches from Argon's railgun and pierces the Remnant almost instantaneously. Several of the crystals lining the walls shatter from the shockwave of the noise.
The spike has embedded itself in the opposite wall. Collapsed on the floor a meter or two away from where the Remnant once was is a man in strange, medieval-looking clothing and leather armor. He seems mostly unharmed.
The one-eyed shadowy core of the large central crystal is now writhing and distorting...
You can't help but feel that something big is coming.
Umbra stands back up and readies himself. State does the same, sights locked onto the mysterious mass of dark energy.
"Prepare yourselves. It seems the worst is yet to come."
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Meanwhile, up on the Eden...
The market district is as busy as ever, the many stand owners crying out to try and pitch their latest goods to the uninterested crowd.
One mysterious individual is making his way towards Elijah and Ezekiel's stand. He stands at about 5'10, his skin is somewhat fair, and his hair is of regular length and somewhat messy, colored black in contrast to his deep blue eyes. The figure is dressed in jeans, tennis shoes, a white shirt and a black bomber jacket. This attracts quite a few looks, as he isn't exactly dressing in tune with the current style...
He looks to be around his 30's, but there's something about his eyes...
He approaches the counter of the stand and knocks on it.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
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