Spiral Knights - The Clockwork Renegades <[Final goodbye? :(]>

The Clockwork Renegades <[Final goodbye? :(]>

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Tue, 04/17/2012 - 21:15

#551

Za-Ck

Haven

The elevator came to a shuddering halt as it struggled to support the amount of beings riding on it. With a full party of knights, a gremlin, a mecha knight, and a lumber all riding on it at the same time, it was a wonder the thing hadn't broken down from exceeding the weight limit. Nevertheless, the ride came to a halt at a deserted terminal, the location Brastley and the Renegades had agreed to meet in the first place. After everyone untangled themselves from the heap they were in, (and in one case a gremlin checking for broken ribs), they proceeded to take a breather and treat their wounds from the recent skirmish.

The knights helped the injured one down from his Redward perch and proceeded to take him off to the side, where they started to check their equipment and use basic medical supplies to patch things up as best as they could. However one stayed behind to talk to the gremlin, Brastley to be exact. He looked pointedly at the gremlin and asked: "How's that reprogramming holding up?"

At first Dagren was a bit confused, but then realized that Brastley was beginning the act that the Renegades and the Spiral Order had agreed upon.
"You can see the results yourself," Dagren grunted, replying in a calm manner. "There are a few bugs," (Dagren glared at Fridge), "but overall, the results look promising".
As the other knights looked on in curiosity, Dagren explained his cover story: that he was a gremlin from Emberlight that was volunteering for an experimental construct reprogramming procedure. He was supposed to be escorted by Brastley to the Spiral Order HQ so he could bring a special report on the procedure to commander Ozlo. Upon hearing this, the rest of the knights went back to their business. Brastley walked over to his peers too, but quickly gave Dagren a small thumbs-up in approval.

Dagren shrugged and turned to check the components of the constructs, adjusting and repairing parts that were damaged in the battle. Luckily, besides being a bit scuffed and askew, the projector on Fridge was still intact and functional. Dagren removed Fridge's chestplate and investigated the innards for battle damage as well.

"Mmmm... cracked Power Cell... he muttered as he fiddled around Fridge's chest cavity attempting to remove the broken component. However, it was jammed, and Dagren had to pull with all his strength and both arms to attempt to dislodge it. "Argh! Come on!" he grunted, now placing a foot onto the mecha knight for extra leverage. With a mighty wrenching motion, the component finally came loose and Dagren tumbled backwards a bit from the momentum.
"Hah!" he exclaimed in triumph. However, the moment was ruined when a squirt of lubricant splashed onto his face from a loosened tube in Fridge's chest. Coughing and sputtering, Dagren gave an angry stare at Fridge, who simply shrugged apologetically. Dagren sighed in defeat. Why did he try anymore? In sympathy, Brastley handed Dagren a towel.

---000---

After sufficiently resting, they all crammed onto the elevator again (without shocks this time, Dagren had made sure to fix that issue) and it groaned in protest as it once again ascended upward. They finally reached Haven's arcade, and proceeded to disembark. Many knights in the area stood and stared a bit, looking at the unusual sight of a team of knights and Clockwork creatures standing so close together on one elevator. However, seeing as the knights were relaxed and the creatures seemed non-threatening, most of the knights simply shrugged it off as none of their business.

Brastley then left his teammates, thanking them for their efforts. With a salute, he walked off, leading the team of constructs and a gremlin to the Spiral HQ. Although he knew he was safe, Dagren couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by the multitude of knights surrounding him as they walked through Haven. They eventually reached a building just outside of Haven itself, and Brastley walked up to one of the Guardian knights that was standing guard outside and traded a few words with him. With a nod, the massive knight opened the door, allowing them entry. Brastley beckoned for the rest of the team to follow, and with a slight feeling of trepidation, the 3 Clockworks creatures stepped into one of the most important buildings in Haven.

((Whoo, page 12!))

((Also Azure, check your in-game mail for a note))

Tue, 04/17/2012 - 21:38

#552

Isisdelltion

To Emberlight! AWAY!

((First of, I'd like to say goodbye to Necroterra...you were one of the first 'Gades, and always did a great job at making this story more than just a bunch of monsters running around and trying to save Cradle. I'm going to miss both your posts, and your general guiding presence. Good luck out there.

*Throws several shoes at Tev, and we both know you'll dodge them badly...*))

Vakros was jolted by the question...and how he would answer it. He thought briefly of lying and saying it was a medical experiment gone wrong...but then they might question his ability if his doctoring skills were needed...he also didn't want to sound like he was some kind of mutation, some alien thing to not be touched. He needed an answer that would let him be accepted.

On the other hand, he kind of wanted to just say some angry, sarcastic comment, but he knew that just wouldn't work. Telling the truth seemed a bit to...secretive. The whole crystal deal with Rultaos ended with a hush-hush feel, so he didn't think blabbering it off to these, and through them pretty much every Gremlin Renegade, was the best idea.

His final decision was to tell a bit of the truth, with some white lies sprinkled in. Okay, maybe not 'white' lies.

"To be honest...I don't really know for sure." He paused and raised his wrench. "Ya'see this crystal? Well, yeah. It has some really long name that starts with Zos or somethin', and It has some special powers. The only creature that I know of that knows of its properties was Tallith, a...erm...wise Slush Pup. And now...uh...he's now gone..." Vakros regained his voice, his meager story coming together. "...killed because he knew of its purpose."

He then saw how lame the whole thing was, and nervously scratched behind his ear, hoping they'd just buy it, and forget about it while stuck in Emberlight.

((Now I know Tallith just kind of disappeared, so the whole getting killed part was a lie from Vakros. I also know that I should proof-read this thing, but it's late, so expect some errors. :D ))

Wed, 04/18/2012 - 05:01

#553

Tevokkia

Uhhh ... yeah. Whatever, Vakros. Let's just go.

((Aww Isis, you do love me after all! XD Despite this shoe mark on my forehead ... You didn't have to stay up so late to finish it though.))

The eight gremlins stood staring at Vakros, and it was difficult to tell whether they were flabbergasted at the story itself ... or just how ridiculous it sounded. No one seemed inclined to challenge it, though, perhaps afraid that the next story would be even weirder.

Even Bettit looked at him dubiously for a moment before sighing, shaking her head, and giving him a little pat on the arm. She really didn't think Vakros would lie to her, but she wasn't so sure about the other guys; she had already more or less decided that the two thwackers (or at least she thought they were probably thwackers ...) who had already spoken were jerks, at the very least. She'd probably fib to them too, if they asked her a personal question, and maybe her story would be just as ... unlikely.

"Uhhh .... right," Merrekk said finally, sounding as though he thought the mender had finally lost it. "Why don't we split up Emberlight by region?"

He took out a map of the city as everyone gathered around, and Bettit's little hand shot out to rest a finger on Central Gear Region, which contained her home borough, before anyone else could claim it. A few of the group, gremlins that the demo had not yet formed an opinion of, looked a bit surprised at her apparent haste, but shrugged it off and claimed areas of their own.

Once everyone had decided on an area to work, the ten gremlins hit the elevators in groups of two, headed for their own specific areas of Emberlight. It was good to have multiple elevator stations in one city.

* * * * *

The two were alone in the elevator, headed to Emberlight after Vakros had entered the coordinates (as Bettit neither knew how or could really be trusted to get them correct). The young demo decided not to broach the subject of her friend's apparently "wrong" color; she figured if he wanted to amend his story to her, he'd do it when he felt like it. She felt the grey looked rather nice, anyway ... partially because it made him easy for her to distinguish from other gremlins at a distance with her poor eyesight.

Beside that, there was a more important topic that needed to be brought up.

"I think we should just go and get the box," Bettit said suddenly, having made up her mind. "I don't know what will happen, but I don't like the idea of so many creatures fighting and dying just to cause a distraction. It ... seems like a waste." She turned to Vakros with an expression of determination on her young face, which wavered for a moment. "You ... don't have to come if you disagree with me," she added quietly, averting her eyes before she made herself look up again, trying very hard to be at least a little brave.

Wed, 04/18/2012 - 09:19

#554

Ebil-Bunny

"Let's split up." Mialii

"Let's split up." Mialii said. "Good idea. We would get a lot more done that way. Let's meet back at this elevator in a couple of centicycles." And without waiting for an answer, Terarr dashed to where he was assigned. He looked around and saw a bunch of amazing things, but forgot his mission. After a while, he got a tad lost. Then he saw something he remembered. It was the old creatures place. But that was the opposite area from where he went. "What am I doing here?" He wondered aloud. He then went back to the elevator, and tried again. He went the same way he did last time, but this time mapping it in his brain. He got to the old creatures place again. "This is strange." He mumbled. Then he remembered his mission. "Oops! Better get to work." He again went to where he was assigned. This time instead of exploring, he did his job. He met some of his own kind, and asked them if they would like to join. They said no. He asked a trojan. Being a grumpy old trojan, Terarr retreated from the stone fist. "Terarr!" He heard someone calling his name. "Terarr! Over here!" There it was again.
((I'll post who it is next time. I gotta go for now.))

Wed, 04/18/2012 - 15:15

#555

Windsickle

((@Necroterra: Sorry to see

((@Necroterra: Sorry to see you go Necroterra. It was fun to roleplay with you. Take care.
@Everyone-else: I'm afraid I really don't have the time to post for TS13 right now. I'm quite busy with some other things for now. I'll try to when I get the chance though.))

Sun, 04/22/2012 - 21:39

#556

Azure-Orbit

The meaning of life, the universe, and everything... 42

Rultaos

The city seemed less eerie now that it was the second time he was walking through it. Rultaos could still remember when this place was buzzing with activity, back when he was still a soldier of the Firestorm forces. Many memories came rushing back to him; when he first awoke, a newly created Trojan. The battles he had fought and led, and the men he had fought alongside with.

However, there were certain memories that seemed alien to him. He saw Firestorm Citadel, but it wasn't charred and red, it was ivory and had a much more grand atmosphere. He found it strange to be seeing such a thing for he was sure that he had seen nothing like it in his lifetime. The memories continued and he briefly saw a living Owlite before snapping back to reality.

He shook his stone head and thought [What am I? Why do I posses those memories when they don't belong to me?]. His thoughts trailed off and he decided to continue with the task at hand. After a few centi-cycles of marching, he found the elevator with Hanaphs standing guard. "Let's get moving, we don't want this trip to take longer than it should." He told the Slag-Guard as he stepped into the elevator and punched in the coordinates for the Firestorm Citadel.

The elevator dropped slowly beneath their feet and the two could see The Clockworks around them moving, ever-changing. It made Rultaos think of how insignificant they were inside such a massive machine. The sight would probably have been more beautiful if there wasn't a three-way war happening at the moment. [Maybe we aren't so insignificant. We are, after all, trying to stop a war that could spell the very end of the planet itself]. He thought back to his sudden flashback as he walked through the City and decided to ask Hanaphs about it.

"Hanaphs, have you ever seen memories that weren't yours. Like, you remember things that you know you never saw?" Rultaos asked the Slag-Guard. "Actually, I believe so." Hanaphs replied. "I remember being in a castle, much like the Firestorm Citadel, only... less ruined and burning. I remember seeing creatures, all ready for a fight, however, I could tell that, unlike the ones in Firstorm, their souls were not sad, angry, and broken." he continued as the elevator shoot as they passed a deconstruction zone.

"There was one in magnificant clothes, who stood taller and prouder than all the others... I know I was once alive. I couldn't have always been undead. Do you think... They are memories from a past life?" Hanaphs asked.

Rultaos had come to the same conclusion as the Slag-Guard when the latter shared their story. "Perhaps... I've heard many tales of the Almirian empire before the change that turned it into the Firestorm Citadel, but I've never seen it myself until just now. Maybe we have had a past life, but the change that swept across Almire affected us as well and the best we can see are flashes, shards of memories that would come to us from time to time." Rultaos paused as they passed a Wolver Den.

He glanced at his crystal and said "I know that there is only one soul embedded in a Trojan's crystal when they are first made. Perhaps mine has the soul of a Crusader of Almire, and the memories I see are what he has seen..." His voice trailed off as they got closer to their destination. He turned once again to Hanaphs and said "Maybe what you see is when you were alive, for undead do not always posses the memories of their living form." Rultaos told the Slag-guard.

He looked outside and saw that The Citadel was just below them. "We're almost there, just stick to the cover story and do as I say. If luck is on our side, we will get out unhurt, and with a fresh batch of allies..." Rultaos said as the elevator came closer to the station.

((Edited in reply to Faronel below :). you can do the same to your post to make it longer.

Also, I WILL remove Frostrex and Outnuendo from the list if they don't reply soon saying that they still want to be in here, or provide a reason for their absence. That way we might be able to invite someone new into the roleplay. Villains are more easily introduced, but we have to wait until the finishing of the missions to invite another Renegade ;). ))

Thu, 04/19/2012 - 23:12

#557

Faronel

Memories

((Ha ha, replied in 2/3 hours!))

Hanaphs waited for the Trojan to get back. When the living statue stepped onto the elevator and tapped on some buttons, the Slag Guard stood causual.

The citadel guardian watched the elevator move and pass many floors. He wasn't thinking much, besides how this war may end. Well, other than that, he was just spacing out. The slag that made up most of him was light purple. Fear of the outcome mixed with no emotion. Strange that it's not pure purple.

"Hanaphs, have you ever seen memories that weren't yours? Like, remember things you never saw?" Rultaos asked. Hanaphs turned yellow at the question. He flipped through his memories, looking for anything unusual. "Actually, I believe so." The slag guardian answered. "I remember being in a castle, much like the Firestorm Citadel, only... less ruined and burning. I remember seeing creatures, all ready for a fight, however, I could tell that, unlike the ones in Firstorm, their souls were not sad, angry, and broken." Hanaphs described. He paused as the elevator shook a bit.

"There was one in magnificant clothes, who stood taller and prouder than all the others." The slag guard looked down between the holes in the floor. "I know I was once alive. I couldn't have always been undead. Do you think... They are memories from a past life?"

Fri, 04/20/2012 - 00:18

#558

Shue-Donnym

wuh

((Okay, Treaman, I think I'll try to get us started...))
Elias and Snarp went up to one of the numerous elevators located around the Vault.
"Hey Elias, maybe we could check the map?" said the Quicksilver.
"Uhh...okay," replied the blue phantom.
As Elias fiddled with the elevator display, the monitor changed to a gate map.
"Okay," said Elias, "apparently the nearest entrance to the Colony is around three depths down. The depth below us can be a...
Cooling Chamber, Mechanized Mile
Devilish Drudgery, Hiring Freeze
or a Lichenous Lair: Cold Fusion."
Snarp thought it over. Would the quicksilver be recognized or be seen as just another lichen? Elias would easily be pointed out, being outside a graveyard. And blue.
((Okay Treaman you go next. You can decide where the lift lands. Gotta go!))

Fri, 04/20/2012 - 05:34

#559

Canned-Bread

raege

NOT ENOUGH INFIGHTING

otherwise good roleplay

Fri, 04/20/2012 - 20:20

#560

Treaman

Bad memories

((Xplad, you just gave me a cunning idea))
"Ugh, nothin but more ice." Elias couldn't help but recall his last memories before waking up in the Vaults cage, and he had hoped to avoid it at all costs. With reluctant determination, he jabbed the button down, lurching the two comrades as the elevator locked into place shortly before hurtling toward the depths of the unknown.
Elias clenched down on the rails, wary of what was coming. He feared the worst. Oh crap, i gotta really bad feeling here. He looked down at Snarp. As he expected, he saw no change in the seemingly indifferent globule, and sensed little emotion from its mercurial depths. He felt alone in his mind by the lack of response, though he laid it aside as he concluded he probably shouldn't expect much from something disconnected from the hive mind that most lichen shared.
Though the trip lasted no more than a millicycle, his anxiety had extended it to eternity. By the time the elevator came to a stop, his eyes had anchored themselves shut. He slowly relieved them of their weight, only opening them to slits before jolting a shriek of terror from his ethereal throat as he realized what this was. They had landed in one of the cities of the damned, home of the devilites. His feelings had proved impeccable, and he dared hate himself for it. What a bad jinx that was, and what a mess I'm in now -.-*

Fri, 04/20/2012 - 21:02

#561

Za-Ck

Hey Everyone

((With Azure's permission, I have started my own side-fic! Take a look.))

http://forums.spiralknights.com/en/node/51386

Sun, 04/22/2012 - 09:25

#562

Angelic-Tear

villan...hmmmm

((Difficult. lets see...i'll give up my other for this.

Name: Suggestions please ^.^' I can't think of a Carnavon-y name.

Race: Zombie-Carnavon (Cursed zombie for any people who have never tried dark Firestorm Citadel, like me, or even looked them in the wiki, unlike me.)

Gender: Male

Personality: Keeps to himself most of the time, but can get quite (...quite might not be the word) angry. He is a crazed, heartless and mindless carnavon. He thinks only of killing ALL the knights, and stopping anything that helps them (that's you). He is crazed and against the knights because a strange accident with one made him pinkish, a very foolish appearance, so he was chucked out of Firestorm Citadel.

Appearance: He is a pinkish carnavon instead of the normal purple. His shield is now a Dark pink shield with an unreadable sign on it (Advice; doing art of [insert my carnavon name here]? do not do shield, because it is a sign, but nobody understands it except from him). He also has a strange cursed aura. The pink is a very dark pink so it isn't that ridiculous (any more).

Equipment: A cursed sword he picked up while in Firestorm Citadel, and his shield.

Skills: He has no 'special' skills, but has very good sight and a little skill with his sword. His swipe and all other attacks inflicts (normal swipe inflicts fire) curse, and his breath is slightly larger than normal. For these boosts he is, in the proper damage, slightly weaker, and has a less good defence (not including shield).

Biography: Never was a skilled carnavon, so he had an accident with a knight during battle, who somehow turned him pinkish and almost killed him (he probably just lay on the floor as if he were waiting to be revived by a totem). But, even when he was 'dying' he was still a danger to the knights as he would possibly trip and curse them (this would be quite often seeing as they would be looking at the slag guards/vanduke and not the floor). Somehow, a kinder Carnavon revived (?) him but he was still thrown out of Firestorm Citadel.

Additional facts: Once was found by knights in an Candlestick Keep, who assumed it was a 'Scenario Room'. He slipped out and was never seen again. Is interested by jellies, because he just sees them all as one. So little difference between one and the other.

Suggestions: Nope.

Seal of the Rebellion: T.C.R.

Just three things now. One, other person goes bye if this is accepted. two, i need somewhere to join. I'll get going after that easily, but i might every now and then ask for some help. three, name suggestions for a carnavon? four, hope i get in!))

Sat, 04/21/2012 - 13:22

#563

Isekuube

My name is Fury...

Name: Fury

Race: Void Wolver

Gender: Male

Personality: Dark and Hating, he hates the Spiral Knights with all his heart, well most of it, he has been corrupted by the swarm. The swarm replaced his memories with that the Spirtal Knights invaded his den and killed his parents, he was left for dead. Fury often talks to himself, cracking dark jokes and semi-evil plans to himself. His plans are often thwarted by the Clockwork Renegades, because, unknowing to himself, puts flaws in his plans so the renegades can escape. His inner-good self puts the flaws in the schemes so the renegades can escape.

Appearance: http://media.spiralknights.com/wiki-images/6/6d/Monster-Void_Wolver.png Instead of double red eyes, he has a blue eyue and a red eye. And an unusually long fang, like a Sabretooth Tiger, but just one fang. He also has a limp in his back left leg because of the "knights" that killed his family.

Equipment: He has an Aeigis on his back for protection, other than that he uses tooth and claw.

Skills: Actually a bit clumsy due to his fang, but he is incredibly accurate with his claw.

~Small Autobiography about Fury~
My name is Fury, I've been a Void Wolver all my life... my parents were killed in a masacure with Spiral Knights and their dreaded Final Flourishes and their Wild Hunting Blades. I hate them! Destroyed all the things I love... when I heard of this Clockwork Renegades, I was FURIOUS! How could ANY monster in their right mind want to make peace with the knights! So I went against them, I plot- err, PLAN in the Unknown Passage, trying to find their weakness. And after months, I finally figured out what it is!

Additional facts: Well, hates T. C. R and the Spiral Order, other than that he despises Wolver Dens now as he used to think that they were a save haven, but his parents was "killed" there so he now hates them.

Suggestions: None sorry

Ok, this is my new character hope you like! Oh yeah, almost forgot

T.C.R

Sat, 04/21/2012 - 14:39

#564

Scamall

Oh, no...

I have been tainted by misfortune, it seems. I have a REALLY good idea for a villain, but I... just... can't... apply! Exams, projects... I won't be able to post anything short of a few little posts every few days until sometime mid-June. Oh, well. Hope the spot gets filled soon, and good luck to the person who makes it in.

Sat, 04/21/2012 - 18:25

#565

Azure-Orbit

OOC update

((I updated the main post and the character list with "notable NPC's" for those of you who haven't noticed yet. It seems like we got quite a few villain applications, but like I said we can only fill one slot. I'll have to consult with the other mods before making a decision.

@Scamall: Well, thanks for your interest anyway. If you do get any free time try to put up your app. I'm curious as to what your villain idea is :) ))

Sat, 04/21/2012 - 20:51

#566

Scamall

@Azure-Orbit

Well, sure, I guess. I'm starting to think I built it up a bit with my last post, though. I'll let you all be the judge. Oh, and it's a "Spiralian", so it might not make the cut anyway. I don't know if Spirals are allowed. And he may be a bit dark. I'll stop talking now.

Name: Talbot

Race: Spiralian

Gender: Male

Personality: A cold and ruthless killer, Talbot would sell out trusted allies without a second thought. He often shows a sadistic side when feeling even the slightest bit vindictive, treating the agonised screams of his victims as a calm serenade of music. Angers easily, but only shows it in battle, where it becomes almost startling to witness. Though selfish, he is no coward, but recognizes when he fights a losing battle, and retreats so as to return at a later date.

Appearance: Usually dresses in a Volcanic Plate set to look intimidating, but his attire can vary depending on who he wishes to intimidate and how.

Equipment: His obsession with intimidating and evil-looking blades has led him to acquire his signature blade, Acheron, as well as a Fang of Vog and a Barbarous Thorn Blade, all of which he uses with deadly efficiency.

Skills: A skilled swordsman and an equally-skilled strategist, Talbot often plans his operations to the utmost detail. Rarely makes mistakes, but the ones he does make push him to make more in a frenzy. His skill with a blade is admirable, and he uses his savagery to demoralise his opponents, preferring to weaken his prey before finishing them off in a slow, bloody process.

Biography: A bitterly ambitious Knight, Talbot was hand-picked for a special-tasks force to raid uncharted areas of the Clockworks. For a while, all went well, until the squad came across the Swarm. Talbot, seeing an opportunity, betrayed his team, casting them to the Swarm and fleeing, where he was hailed as a hero by his fellow Knights. When the Intel agents began conducting an investigation on the Swarm, Talbot's treachery was revealed, and he was cast out of the Order and branded a traitor. Following his exile, he became embittered and angry, resenting the Order and embracing chaos. He developed a fixation on the Swarm, seeing it as the means for absolute chaos to reign in Cradle. Months after his exile, Talbot contacted a rogue mercenary team, hiring them to sabotage assets on both sides of the Clockworks wars in an attempt to sow even more chaos. When the merc leader confronted him after an assignment, declaring his resignation, Talbot complied... with a quick sword lunge to the throat, thus taking control of the merc team.

Additional facts: Likes to unwind after a stressful day by smoking a finely made cigar and sipping a glass of brandy.

Suggestions: None... actually, one or two. Comment on any improvements that need to be made here. And since I won't be here much to take part, I'd like to know what will happen if, by a long shot, my guy gets in.

Seal of the Rebellion: Don't exactly know why I put T.C.R. here, but... okay, I guess.

Sun, 04/22/2012 - 17:44

#567

Tevokkia

OOC

((Just dropping a quick note to say that I do have internet access (although it's rather sporadic - I'll only really be on once a day), in case it comes up that I ought to be posting. XD))

Sun, 04/22/2012 - 20:12

#568

Isisdelltion

Well I'm back... and nobody knew I left! XD

((@Tev: Yaycakes!
@Azure: To the "notable NPC's" list I'd add Konjuring Kat and Mialii, perhaps in the same group.
@Everyone: I actually forgot to say I'd be gone over this past weekend, but I see not too much has happened, except for the character openings and apps, and Za-Ck's fan-fic, which deserves to be heavily complemented! :D ))

"You ... don't have to come if you disagree with me,"

Vakros's feeling of embarrassment, which had been clouding his mind during most of the elevator ride, suddenly jolted to a stop and sunk back into the deeper parts of his mind. He realized they had more important things to worry about, and that Bettit was going to do it...if he came or not.

"For Vog's sake Bettit, we're a team...of course I'm coming with you." He smiled at her, and leaned back a little bit. "You lead, I'll follow, 'kay?"

Then, after shifting his weight, he decided that the topic would probably be best brought up after they had checked out the situation. Anyways, he wasn't exactly 'super excited' to talk about the possible death of hundreds, and he felt that the important part of the subject had been addressed...they were staying together, no matter what the mission boiled down to.

"Soo..on a different note, what did you think my...greyness came from?" He knew he would need some kind of explanation why, and his other one obvious wasn't very...believable.

Sun, 04/22/2012 - 20:40

#569

Shue-Donnym

Like a crow chasing a butterfly

The moment they landed in the cold depths, Snarp dragged itself and the module filled satchel over to the nearby information module on the ground. The level, it turned out, was a Devilish Drudgery. Snarp turned and noticed Elias stifling a scream and showing some undeniable fear. [Probably something to do with his past] thought Snarp.
The entrance into the area was blocked off by a wall of fragile crates. The two of them shouldn't have much trouble breaking through. Unfortunately, Elias was still frozen in shock/terror/something, so that left Snarp to do the job.

Just before the Quicksilver could electrify itself, it heard a voice. Unmistakably devilite.

"Hey guys, I thought I heard a lift landing!"

And another voice replying:"Knights?"

And yet another voice saying:"More often than not. Let's take 'em out so Boss'll give us a promotion!"

"Yeah!" chorused the other two voices.

Snarp looked back. Elias was still in shock. Unless he snapped out of it soon, it was on Snarp alone to take out the three(?) devilites that were waiting around the corner.

Mon, 04/23/2012 - 15:21

#570

Tevokkia

Grey is your color. Really.

((@Isis: Well, you told me you were leaving (well, Sol anyway), but since I was gone too, I couldn't exactly pass it on. XD
@Ebil: I'm holding off on posting as Mialii or any of the rest of the Moorcroft team until you're back with whoever is talking to Terarr. Let me know if you'd like me to do somethin different with him.))

"You lead, I'll follow, 'kay?"

Bettit smiled at Vakros' answer, genuinely happy. "I was hoping you would say that," she told him. "I ... just wanted to give you the option, I guess. I'm kinda' used to having to do everything on my own." It was true; she never really got to work with others, and knowing she had someone to stick by her side would make this whole operation a lot easier.

The young demo couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that he wanted to follow her, though. "The only reason I'm leading anywhere is that this elevator is going straight to a section of Emberlight I know; if it were going anywhere else, we'd be lost in about two millicycles." She shook her head. "That's how I ended up in Moorcroft to begin with."

She saw Vakros shift his weight as she was finishing, looking as though he were thinking. "Soo..on a different note, what did you think my...greyness came from?" he asked.

Bettit pondered the question for a moment. "I'm not entirely sure," she said slowly. "At first, I thought it was probably just that you came from a family with unusual coloring. Then I met Torx, and I wondered if interesting colors was from something catching in the Treasure Vault ... but then you said that Torx was swarm infected, so that explained that and I went back to figuring it was just your natural color." She paused, looking perplexed. "But I guess it's not, so now I have no idea. I ... kinda' don't think what you told those guys was very, uh, plausible, but I guess it's none of their business."

Having thought through as best as she could, Bettit shrugged and smiled up at Vakros. "For what it's worth, though, I always liked your grey fur. And it helps me spot you in a group of other gremlins, since I don't see very well." She laughed a little at herself, hoping to make the mender feel a bit better, as the subject seemed to be a sore one for him.

The elevator landed with a shudder and a bump not long after that, and Bettit hopped off. "It's a bit of a walk from this elevator station to Stone Field, but I don't really want to go in during active time anyway, so that's probably for the best."

Mon, 04/23/2012 - 18:39

#571

Treaman

Time for stealth

Elias barely caught wind of the voices from across the crates, but heard enough to know they hadn't identified them yet. He attempted to send his own feelings to Snarp through his emotion-sensing abilities. He cast, though only through emotion, a sense of caution and wariness, hoping to not only get the quicksilver to alter his plans, but to coax him into staying out of sight. He highly doubted it would work, but with how hard he concentrated on the matter, it was all he could do be hope it did.
With that, he focused on the idea of a mantis and used it to jump up over the rim of a building to land lightly on top, just out of sight.
For his sake and my sanity, i hope my message worked...

Wed, 04/25/2012 - 08:02

#572

Flyingninza

Sorry it took me so long to get this done.

Seeing that the advanced looking Retrode was about to attack, Tickafir yelled, "Wait! I'm not with the colony!" and skipped backwards several steps, putting him out of reach of the construct's sharp claws. Throwing the hood of his cloak back, he explained to the other how he had run away from the CO and was looking for the rebels. "What are you doing here then?" the Retrode asked, standing up from his crouch. "I could ask you the same question." Tickafir replied, "What make are you? That module seems somewhat familiar." When the Retrode told him, remembrance snapped into place. "You're that one who was programmed to destroy knights, why are you helping them? And what's your name?"
"My name is Scharr, and there was a bug in the system which only caused me to hate knights when i see them, so I stay as far away from them until I find a mechanic who can reprogram me." Scharr answered.
"I'm one of the scientists who built you, I can fix you, too." Tickafir volunteered, "But I'll need a place to work, and more tools than I have here. Help me find some more of those battle vehicles, and take me back to the Renegades. I'm sure I can fix you there."

((Can someone else take control of Scharr here? I'm not sure if he can just take me back to the base on only my word.))

Wed, 04/25/2012 - 08:51

#573

Azure-Orbit

The Furnace of Cradle

((I'm just gonna assume that Hanaphs tags along since Faronel doesn't post IC that much. By the way, has anyone seen Remilia, she doesn't seem to be posting ever since the cooling chamber IC :/.

@the villain applicants. I'm going to be honest and say that the best one so far has to be Scamall :). If you're interested in being part of the RP I can reserve you a spot until you have free time to post. If you don't want to then I will reopen the slot for others. Reply as soon as you can.))

Rultaos

The Trojan and the Slag-Guard stepped off of the elevator and into the searing heat of The Citadel. Fire and smoke was in the air; it could probably make an exposed organic being sweat by the gallon. the walls were crumbling, but sturdy enough to stand [and probably withstand several sieges] Rultaos thought. "There's the entrance." He told Hanaphs as he pointed to a path that was guarded by two Slag-Guards. [Lord Vanaduke seems to have increased defenses over the cycles. Using his own personal guard as common soldiers? This war really is calling for drastic measures...].

As the duo walked towards the entrance, a team of Slag Walkers led by a Dark Trojan left The Citadel and was heading for the elevator. Wondering what their purpose for leaving was, Rultaos hailed them. The squad stopped at their location and Rultaos said "Hail. Where are all of you going? You seem to be in a hurry.". He wondered if what he said was wise. Who knew, moving troops in and out of Firestorm Citadel could have become a regular thing and he might give away their ruse.

"We're heading for Candlestick Keep. Contact has been lost with our allies there and Vanaduke wishes to know what is wrong. Our orders are to scout the area and report anything unusual." The Dark Trojan replied curtly and even saluted as the party went on its way. Rultaos glanced at his own armor and saw how battle-worn it was still. Scarred armor was a sign of experience; and experience usually determined who had a higher rank. He saluted back at them before they as they mounted the elevator.

The duo continued towards the entrance but was stopped short by the 2 Slag-guards protecting the path.

"Halt, what's your business for returning to The Citadel? You look as if you belong in the frontlines." The Slag-Guard told Rultaos. The latter replied and said "We are from the 28th Ember Phalanx, I am Crydios. We were stationed to protect Scarlet Fortress while our army had control of it, but we were driven back by The Defiler. The reason it's taken us so long to return is a long story, one which I do not have time to speak of at this moment. Right now I have to see Captain Achilles of the 11th Inferno Legion, it is a matter of utmost importance."

The Slag-Guards looked at each other with some confusion in their eyes until one finally said "I'll fetch the captain, you stay here and keep watch on these two."

The other nodded as the speaker left. The remaining Slag-Guard turned his attention back at Rultaos and Hanaphs "Sorry, but we must keep you here until someone of higher rank permits it, such as Captain Achilles. According to records, the entire 28th was killed during the initial siege." he told them. Rultaos nodded "As I've said, it's a long story." he replied. Hopefully this answer would be enough to satisfy the fiery guardian.

Eventually, the other Slag-Guard returned "The captain has permitted their entry, he wishes to speak to them as soon as he can." he said. The other beckoned the two to enter and they soon found themselves within the walls of Firestorm Citadel.

Rultaos walked warily, but with some confidence in order to mask their motives. [Strange, I never thought that the place we once called home could become so dangerous to me...] he thought as they walked by groups of Slag-Walkers and Trojans marching to and fro. Some running off to repel small groups of Knights that had managed to infiltrate their defenses.

Quite a few Knights even challenged Vanaduke himself. Although they could weaken him in order to get past The Citadel, they could never truly kill him; some even believe that he is immortal.

After walking through several units of blazing and stone soldiers, the two of them reached the barracks that they were led to by one of the Slag-Guards "You'll find Captain Achilles inside. Try not to keep him waiting, he prefers to get straight to the point." he said as he left the two at the entrance of the barracks, probably to return to his post.

"Remember, don't do anything suspicious." Rultaos told Hanaphs as the two entered the barracks. The sound of clashing swords greeted them as they saw 2 Trojans spar with each other inside an enclosed ring. Rultaos remembered that this was how a Trojan was tested for skill in battle, and to settle personal issues with fellow warriors of Firestorm Citadel. He easily spotted Captain Achilles watching the fight from the far side of the small arena. Rultaos approached him and saluted.

"Captain Achilles, I have an important message for you." he told the veteran. "And who am I speaking to?" Achilles replied. "Crydios, of the 28th Ember Phalanx." Rultaos said. the captain nodded and said "Come with me, we shall speak more in my personal quarters."

As the trio left to leave a Slag-Guard suddenly called out and said "Hanaphs? Is that you?" in a mocking tone. "I haven't seen you around here in a long time you old sack of bones. It seems only natural that you'd be part of a FAILED unit hahaha!" The Slag-guard continued. "If you feel like proving me wrong, why don't you we settle this in the sparring area. You and me, spear to spear. What do you say?". Several warriors inside the structure were already looking at the two Slag-Guards.

Achilles looked upset and whispered in an impatient tone "We can't afford to attract this kind of attention. Leave your friend to take care of himself, I want to get this done as soon as possible." Rultaos nodded with some resentment as the two headed for Achilles' quarters. He sent a silent prayer to the spirits that Hanaphs would be able to handle the situation on his own.

((Bah, writing at 11pm is not good for me XP. Please forgive any grammatical errors here, I'm too sleepy to re-read the whole darn thing -_-

@Flyingninza: I'd write up some Scharr IC, but I'm way too sleepy right now to make it competent, or matching to his character. If a mod wants to do this, they can. But if not then I'll write it on my next post.

Oh and Faronel, you have complete control of the Slag-Guard NPC. What happens next is up to you >;) ))

Wed, 04/25/2012 - 10:17

#574

Angelic-Tear

/think again... ;)

(( three things

1. sure, i know what you mean by saying scamall's is the coolest

2. Yup, where is Remilia? (I had thought of that ages ago :P)

3. Tear... (don't know what i mean? ah, never mind. But it's in the subject heading thing. My shocking vog.)

))

Wed, 04/25/2012 - 11:05

#575

Scamall

Wow. He got accepted.

Don't really know what to say. I have major exams for the next few weeks so I won't be able to post very frequently, if at all. I'm considering giving up the spot so others can try, but this is probably one of the best fanfics on the forum, and Talbot is pretty well-received, so I can't decide. I have thought of a compromise, though. I could maybe give my character to someone else, at least for the time being. This way they get the spot and my character can stay in. I do appreciate the praise I got for my character. I didn't think he was that special, besides the name. Talbot. Taaaaalbot.

Thu, 04/26/2012 - 10:37

#576

Remiliaoftheearth

>.<

((I'm sorry for not posting, but there really doesn't seem to be anything for me to do right now.))

Thu, 04/26/2012 - 18:43

#577

Shue-Donnym

Now I see the world through Diamond Eyes!

Snarp was about to burst through the blocks and attack when a small voice spoke in its head.
Don't let them see you!
"What?"thought the quicksilver.
Then it looked back to where Elias was. "Hey Elias I'm hearing a voice in my min-
Elias? Where did you go?"
The quicksilver decided to move a few inches back from the crates. This better go well, it thought.

Wed, 05/02/2012 - 15:16

#578

Faronel

Spears

((BREAKING NEWS: FARONEL HAS DECIDED TO ACTUALLY POST SOMETHING INSTEAD OF JUST DOING HOMEWORK AND SLEEPING THE REST OF THE DAY.

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM.))

Hanaphs stepped of the elevator in a dark green, anxious. Happy to be home with the warm air, but... not so happy to see the people he hated again. He followed his stone superior to the entrance. He stopped as Rultaos spoke to a Dark Trojan. Hanaphs listened to the Trojans' conversation, while looking at the Slag Guards behind them. He recognized a few, but, even if you live there you're entire life there, it's hard to tell people apart.

The dark green Slag Guard followed Rultaos to the entrance. They were stopped by two Slag Guards. Huh, weird. Weren't Slag Guards supposed to stay with Lord Vanaduke?

Hanaphs watched the Trojan use a impersonation of Crydios, who was killed a while ago. One guardian left, and the other spoke. Once he finished, it was obvious he looked at Hanaphs. The other Slag Guard came back, and allowed entrance. The duo entered the fiery fortress, following a Slag Guard, walking carefully yet confidently. The guard led him to barracks, were they found two Trojans facing each other in a battle. He stood and watched Rultaos approach and speak to a certain one.

He began to follow after them as they walked, but immediately stopped and immediately turned dark red as he heard a all-too familiar voice mock him, and challenge him to a battle. "Ah, Sir Ignis, just as annoying as ever. Well..." Hanaphs began. "I will accept your challenge, and show you that it is possible for a failure as me to succeed." He replied. [Hm, that sounded better in my head.]

Hanaphs stepped inside the ring which two Trojans recently fought in. He held his shield up, with his spear ready in his right hand. His eyes were slanted, and as angry as they could get. Sir Ignis, looking all-too confident, did the same as Hanaphs on the oppisite side of the circle.

The two guardians glared at each other, as tension rose. Slag Guards and Walkers stopped to watch what was happening. Nethier moved at all. They looked at each other until finally, Ignis cracked his neck.

That was all it took for the darker red Slag Guard to charge directly towards the other, only to be stopped by a shield, and pushed to the hard stone ground. Sir Ignis jumped at him in a attempt to stab Hanaphs's skull, but missed as the other rolled out of the way and jumped up. Hanaphs thrust his spear at the other, but was easily avoided."Is it me, or have you somehow gotten worse?" Ignis taunted.

"I beggining to wonder why we were ever best friends..." Hanaphs spat as he swung a avoided spear. "I can see now that was a horrible mistake!" He yelled before charging straight into Ignis again, only to be dodged.

The angry Slag Guard started swinging and thrusting his spear in a way that could give any weak Knight a mortal wound, and was making it harder for Ignis to dodge. "You're a fithy dishonarble disgrace, a selfish and spoilded brat who's gained much fame. It's hard to believe I could even be near someone such as you!" Hanaphs yelled with words like venom filled with hatred. It was hard to believe that Hanaphs, a warm hearted Slag Guard, would ever speak like that. All the Slag Guards and Walkers that were watching looked baffled at what Hanaphs had just said.

Hanaphs swung his spear once more at his opponent, but was again dodged, and finally took a momment to rest. "Wow, how hurtful." Ignis said sarcasticly, allowing the other to rest for a momment. Hanaphs only glared at him, still pulling himself together. "It doesn't matter anyways. You're nothing anymore." He laugh before walking up to Hanaphs and kicking him over. "Nothing." He concluded before spinning his spear in the air and striking Hanaph's chest, through the armor. It didn't really hurt that much, but felt weird. Ignis laughed and walked away, until-

Hanaphs pulled the skewer-like weapon out of himself and thew it at Ignis's back. It made him fall, and it even went far enough into the ground to pin him to it.

Hanaphs stood up, with a hole in his chest, and a reddish-green. He walked over to the immoblized Slag Guard and whispered, "I am not nothing. I am the guy who just beat a general. Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to." And with that, he stepped out of the ring, with Slag Guards and Walkers shaking their heads, hoping this was a dream, before return to whatever they were doing.

Sir Ignis grunted as he watched Hanaphs walk away. How dishonorable, beaten by the weakest Slag guard ever! He tried to reach for the spear in his back that stuck him to the ground, but at no avail. "Oh, for crying out loud!"

((I'M DONE!))

Fri, 04/27/2012 - 19:33

#579

Treaman

Dodging the Bullet

Elias watched with unease as the quicksilver falter, obviously confused. Relief flooded through him as Snarp started backing away, the message must have worked. Unfortunately, three layoafers across the wall had already begun to pick there way through, and Snarp was moving too slowly to be out of sight in time.
Elias thought back to some of the experiments he had done on quicksilvers (though chemistry/biology were never his peak of interest, he figured they may have enough metallic qualities that they could have some industrial or engineering applications). Though he had found they were not magnetic, he did discover... !!!
He quickly reached for his hip and fished around pack for a magnet and a coil of iron. Heheh I never thought I'd find a use for this. He unclapsed his pulsar, set it up with his sniper outfitting, placed the coil over the barrel and fired it straight into the body of the quicksilver, who barely noticed it, but gave a small bug-zapper zhert as the toned-down electromagnetic pulse coursed through him. Elias then switched the pulsar back into a tazer, fit the small round magnet into the barrel of the gun, turned it on and watched as the magnet's power was increased by the electricity, pulling the iron-filled blob through the air straight to him... 0.o PLAP!... a little to quickly.
Snarp collided with Elias, stretching somewhat under the force and driving them both to floor of the roof. When Elias peeled Snarp off and set him down, there was a clear mold of a phantom's face on his back. Elias couldn't help but chuckle at Snarps mild irritation and at how ridiculous the episode was, but now that they were out of sight, it was time to get back to business.
He cautiously peered over the ledge. The layoafers had reached the other side and didnt seem to know what had happened, and Elias twisted back around to sit and rest against the ledge, shivering as a fresh wave of dodged-that-bullet relief poured into him. As Elias stated, "I see you got my message," Snarp's emotion changed to that of delayed realization, "now for the task at hand." All that came to mind as he eyed the gaps between buildings was, ... can quicksilvers even jump... :/

((@Remilia since me and Xplad got the characters who would be visiting the most diverse of the maps, tev and i agreed that we would be the ones to find and recruit you. it wont be long now, dont you worry :P we just need to figure out a meeting scenario))

Fri, 04/27/2012 - 22:46

#580

Aeorune

Riffin

Name: Riffin

Race: Impostocube

Gender: Male

Personality: Selfish and boastful, Riffin hates to be wrong. One time, he even sold ten Royal Polyps to the Spiral Order just to get a few crowns. He always has a sense of dominance over anyone, even over the leader, but when he finally accepts that this person is better than him, he shows his good side, loyally following them, and doing their every will, and when this happens, he can be easily manipulated into doing anything someone wants. But when the person stops ordering, he reverts to his normal, selfish ways. He is also short-tempered, which can often lead to fights.

Appearance: He wears a new set of some spiffing moustaches, toupees, but always has his lucky Regal Pipe, which he has even nicknamed Jarvis, in his mouth, puffing away. He also has a few scars, most from skirmishes with parties of knights, which he believes need to leave Cradle, and thus why he joined TCR.

Equipment: Carrying his lucky pipe Jarvis, which he believes has the fire elemental living inside, he thinks he needs no weapons, and therefore knights laugh and underestimate him, and few survive after that. He also has a rare, ornate grooming comb for his moustache and toupee, which he just thinks as a comb, but is a weapon in its own way.

Skills: A skilled firebreather, Riffin smokes for a few seconds from Jarvis, which knights recognize as a charge attack, and he puffs out a ball of flame, much like a Firo Driver. He can also use his comb to distract Knights from their mission and make them bask in all its glory.

Biography: A self-centered Impostocube, Riffin was the finest, most prestigous jelly in all of the palace, except for the Royal Jelly, which he considered a god. Due to his greedy personality, the jellies complained about his boasting and his prejudiced actions, and so the Royal Jelly had to fire him and strip him of his pass to the Jelly Palace. Thinking it was their loss, he set out to find an organization that respected him, and along the way he grew out of his greediness and set himself a goal: To try not to be a snob.

Additional facts: None.

Suggestions: None... But tell me if I need to change something, because like many people this is my first RP.

Seal of the Rebellion: If you haven't noticed this, look again. :)

Sat, 04/28/2012 - 17:46

#581

Ebil-Bunny

((Sorry about being inactive >.<))

Terarr turned around and saw a friend of his (When he still lived in the devilite city) calling to him. "Jinks! What are you doing here?" He asked. "I was just about to ask that to you. I'm here to help some other guys recruit undead for defense. Rumors say some guys spiralians are going to attack the devilite city." Terarr said, "Do you think it's true?" Jinks answered "Naw, just here for the fun of it. Getting back into the the old days. Ya know. So, where have YOU been, Terarr?" Terarr lied "I went to explore the clockworks, found a bunch of new friends, and now I'm with them."

((Sorry about the short post. I just can't do this very well anymore. Inactive and short posts. *Sigh*))

Sun, 04/29/2012 - 09:35

#582

Azure-Orbit

Of applicants and... something, else I guess :/

((@Aeorune: That's a pretty good app if I say so myself, I also like his personality which should give quite a good amount of character conflict. Unfortunately you are going to have to wait a bit before you're introduced into the story (as stated in the title). I can reserve you a spot now if you're ok with waiting.

@Scamall: Well, if you want to hand over your character to someone more active, then be sure that it's someone you know well and someone who can portray your character the way you wanted him to be. I'm still awaiting your decision on that.

I'll post some IC sometime later because once again it is very late at night for me and I do not trust my writing skills when I'm sleepy :P))

Sun, 04/29/2012 - 09:52

#583

Scamall

@Azure-Orbit

I don't really know anyone well enough to simply hand over the character. Come to think of it, I don't rwally know anyone that well anyway. I guess I'm just gonna do a "first come, first served" kind of deal. I don't care how inaccurately they portay him, I'd just like it to be well-written.

Mon, 04/30/2012 - 20:56

#584

Aeorune

@Azure

Thanks, and I can wait you know, I'm not Riffin....

Thu, 05/03/2012 - 02:38

#585

Aeorune

._.

((Anyone gonna Post?))

Fri, 05/04/2012 - 14:02

#586

Treaman

0.o

((Y IS EVERYBODY DEAD!!! DX T~T))

Sat, 05/05/2012 - 13:13

#587

Angelic-Tear

((bump?

Where is everybody? i need my dose of the clockwork renegades! has an epidemic struck!?!?!?))

Sat, 05/05/2012 - 16:27

#588

Shue-Donnym

No subject line spam here, move along

Snarp slowly recovered from the shock of being pulled into the sky. It was about to tell Elias not to do that again when it noticed that Elias was looking at the gaps between the buildings.

Snarp dawned on a realization.

"Don't tell me we're going over those gaps."

Sat, 05/05/2012 - 18:19

#589

Treaman

A hop, a skip, and a fail?

"I see no other options. I either wear you as a hat and we jump, I jump and yank you over again and again, or you find some way to jump the gaps yourself... either that, or we confront them and risk them recognizing and neutralizing me. I have a funny feeling they'd do anything to recapture me." Elias was quite blunt with his statement, for he wanted leave no room for Snarp to argue.
Assuming lichens could not jump, and sensing ill it had toward being flung around again, Elias picked up the blob, rested him on his back while he supported him piggy-back style -which, by the way is really annoying to hold considering the only semi-solid mass that the lichen was- and leaped over the first hole.
"Well that wasnt so bad, was it?" He felt the quicksilver shudder. "Y'know... I think Im gonna leave that coil in you... think about it, it could be really handy in a pinch, and if u can anchor yourself somehow, you could be like an anchor point for who-knows-what."
He continued to jump and jump until the edge of the fragment of land came to an end. the elevator was just below. "K, we gotta be fast about this., no time to check the gate map."
He jumped down, missing the center of the elevator by enough to trip him over the side rail and bashing his head against the floor. Everything went black for Elias as he became unconscious, but not into a recovery ball. Not here... not now... a small voice came into his mind as darkness consumed him.

((well, something had to go wrong sooner or later...))
((now its your turn to choose, X...plad...ypus (new name 0.o not sure what to call u now XD) where do we go, and what will Snarp do about, or will you scout ahead and meet Remilia's char and have her help carry me a while... now theres a thought 0.o what u think remi? itd finally get you some IC))

Sat, 05/05/2012 - 18:55

#590

Shue-Donnym

No subject line spam here, move along

Snarp flopped off the unconscious phantom's back as the lift ground to a halt.
It was some sort of cooling chamber; as to its residents, there was no clue.
The slime looked back at Elias, he was still out cold and not in a ball like Snarp thought he was supposed to be.
There was a party button ahead, it was still untouched and Snarp hazarded a guess that the two of them would be enough to press it down and let down the gate in front of it.

Snarp got behind the unconscious Phantom and slowly nudged it to the party button, pressing it down with a puff of dust. To their left and right were separate paths, and in front of them was a slush puppy accompanied by a few Gremlins, which seemed to be guards.

"Hey!" shouted a gremlin thwacker, noticing the two of them.
Before the gremlins could react, Snarp had turned into a teal blur, knocking the gremlins unconscious and breaking the Slush Puppy.

Snarp decided to push Elias along the left path. A few minutes later, the path split. One path went to an elevator landing pad. Someone else had gotten here. Snarp saw the tiny footprints of a Wolver in the snow that piled up along the paths. The other path went deeper into the level, and the footprints had gone that way. There were a few broken husks of Scuttlebots, and from the still-burning metal at the edge of the bite marks on one, Snarp concluded that it was an Ash Tail. "This can't be good," thought the slime."Ash Tails aren't adapted to survive in the cold..."

Sun, 05/06/2012 - 04:45

#591

Remiliaoftheearth

...okay then...

((Actually, Net was above the Vault, but I'll just play along.))

By now, Net had figured out that if she kept moving, she might keep herself from freezing. So she was trotting along the floor, passing a slightly familiar button-
"Woah!" she exclaimed, skidding to a stop. She still bumped her nose on the gate.
"The other way, then," she decided. And although she knew there were more enemies somewhere back there, she was prepared to fight them....
A faint shout of surprise, definately a gremlin's, sounded back there. Then a tiny yelp from what was likely a Slush Puppy.
"What was that?" she muttered.
Overwhelmed by curiosity, but still cautious, she began to walk back the way she'd come.

Sun, 05/06/2012 - 08:34

#592

Azure-Orbit

I'm alive!

((Sorry this took so long to get up, life has been somewhat hindering me lately. That and it's VERY late at night so I'm not really in the writing mood. I originally thought to write up an IC right now to make up for my absence, but with my lack of energy I do not trust my writing skills. I'll write some (Or a lot more) IC the first thing in the morning, and that's a promise. I'll also update the character list and notable NPC's after I posted my IC.

Once again, apologies for the inconvenience :( ))

Sun, 05/06/2012 - 09:12

#593

Tevokkia

Me too!

((Looks like everyone is in pretty much the same boat, but I know a lot of people are having exams either now, or soon. I've been more or less waiting for it to be my action, but since Terarr doesn't seem to be going much of anywhere, I suppose I'll plow on with these guys. The bulk of my next post is already written (and bits and pieces of several of the following that don't depend on what others post), so I promise not to be silent for another couple weeks after this. XD))

Mialii glided along the dim stone halls of Moorcroft thoughtfully. She had done her best, talking to the residents, and thought that she had mostly smoothed things over. Some she had managed to recruit to their cause, and others had said they would consider it, but they weren't the numbers the Spookat nurse had hoped for. A few of them had even laughed in her face. Perhaps Konjuring Kat had had better luck, as he knew them better.

Her ghost bell made a silvery sound as she turned a corner to find what she had been looking for; Terarr was standing in the hallway talking to another devilite.

"Having any luck?" Mialii mewed at the small, blue Renegade, her ears twitching. "Is your friend here going to be joining us?"

Sun, 05/06/2012 - 14:40

#594

Ebil-Bunny

((W00T! IC :D :D :D :D :D :D ect.))

"What sort of things do you do hear alone in the clockworks with your new friends?" Jinks eyed Terarr suspiciously. "And who are these friends of yours?" Before Terarr could answer, Mialii came around a corner and saw them talking. "Is you friend here going to join us?" Terarr had a hard time answering them, and became speechless. "Join you in what?" Jinx asked Mialii.

((I finally have time to do the RP, but I still have to keep the post short. Waiting for Tev!))

Sun, 05/06/2012 - 20:24

#595

Isisdelltion

Long overdue IC

"For what it's worth, though, I always liked your grey fur."

Vakros scratched the back of his head, smiling just the slightest bit.

"The worst part about my...story, is that a good chunk of it is true. Tallith was a real Slush Puppy, and my grey fur was caused by some wierd crystal. The thing is, I never think about it...to me, my fur is still brown as ever. I guess I'm just not really familiar with standing out..."

As his voice faded away, the elevator jolted to a stop.

Bettit turned to him and said, "It's a bit of a walk from this elevator station to Stone Field, but I don't really want to go in during active time anyway, so that's probably for the best."

Vakros nodded in agreement as she turned around to step off, and then started after her. Looking around, he realised how much had changed while he had stayed with the Renegades.

"Hey, uh Bettit...for now I think-well I think my greyness will be a family trait, 'kay? I'd rather not scare anyone off by telling them...the truth."

He gave her a faltering smile that hardly even masked Vakros's feelings.

((You know when you have an entire thing of IC stuff written out, then accidentally go back a page and lose it all? Yeah. Twice.

*failpalm*))

Sun, 05/06/2012 - 21:01

#596

Tevokkia

Awwww ... *pat on head*

((Oh noes! That's why i started writing them in Notepad first and pasting them in. XP I had lost a couple of pretty long ones.))

"Hey, uh Bettit...for now I think-well I think my greyness will be a family trait, 'kay? I'd rather not scare anyone off by telling them...the truth."

Bettit turned and regarded Vakros for a moment, then one side of her mouth quirked in a crooked smile and she walked the few steps back to give him a hug. He looked like he needed it. "Okay. If anyone asks, it's just a family trait."

"I think you stand out the most to me less because of your grey fur, but more because you're who I'm looking for," she told the mender with a smile in her voice as she stepped back and took his hand, pulling him down the path. "Are you familiar with this part of Emberlight?" She added after a bit of walking, hoping to distract him, since she wasn't sure how to cheer him up.

It wasn't long before the two of them approached what looked like the very edge of Emberlight, but Bettit turned them left down a path that ran along the knee-high wall that separated them from a long drop, toward a ramp heading down. She paused at the top of it, looking over the edge and fervently hoping Vakros didn't have trouble with heights.

"Stone Field Borough is that one ... all the way down at the bottom," she told the mender, pointing past seven other city levels that branched from the series of ramps on the way down. Stone Field was the smallest by far, and looked as though it could be crossed in four or five millicycles at a leisurely walk. A new-looking bridge connected it to an equally-small chunk of floating island, which housed a walled enclosure taking up about a quarter of the land and about a dozen huge stones that had probably fallen from the bottom of some other island at some point. Many of them had chunks carved out of them for building material, and there were several places where piles of rubble indicated that stones had once sat there, too.

"Weird," Bettit commented, mildly perplexed as they started down the first ramp. "They replaced most of the bridge, and the jelly farm didn't used to have that big wall around it. I wonder whether Foreman Vitras finally went nutters, or something funny has been going on."

The levels they passed on the way down seemed to differ significantly from one another, and Bettit occasionally commented on them as they passed the places where the path split off from the ramps into the various boroughs.

"That's Cold Steel Borough," she said about the second one they passed, speeding up a bit until they were clear of it. "It's ... not very nice. Or safe, unless you know people there."

"Over that way is Volcanic Catalyst Borough," the demo explained a few levels lower. "Funny name, huh? It's mostly residential, but there aren't many families there - most of them moved out when a whole bunch of really radical gremlins settled there after some big trouble in the Colony a few hectocycles ago. We got a few of the families moving into Stone Field, but most of them went higher up. The residents here mostly work in either Iron Bridge or Heavy Hammer."

Three ramps lower, Bettit and Vakros were only a few building-heights above Stone Field. 'Modest' was probably the best word to describe the place; most of the buildings were small, and many of them looked to be either recently repaired, or in the process of having work done. Almost everything looked old and worn, but well cared-for, and aside from the larger buildings, the majority of them bore canopies out front.

"Most people's homes are their businesses here," Bettit told Vakros as she pointed to one of the nearer buildings. "If the canopy is up, they're open. If not, they're closed."

At the moment, most of them were still up, and there were quite a few gremlins on the street. Bettit dawdled on the edge of the ramp furthest from the city, where they were least likely to be noticed, and as the two of them leisurely made their way down the last few ramps, the crowds thinned, the canopies closed, and the street lights dimmed slightly; the rest period of the cycle had descended on the borough.

Bettit stopped to put her coat and hat on before entering Stone Field proper. "You might want to put your hood up until we get to my parents' house," she commented to Vakros as she pulled her cap low over her eyes and headed cautiously down the street.

Truth be told, Bettit didn't want to run into anyone who would make a fuss after her long absence when she essentially planned on disappearing again. That would be ... awkward. If not for her (considering she wouldn't be here), it would be so for her family.

It took only about a millicycle to reach the street where Bettit's parent's lived. "Ummm ... just to let you know," she told her friend in a low voice as they approached the house. "I have a little brother at home who doesn't act like other gremlins, so don't expect him to talk or anything ... okay?" The expression on her face begged acceptance.

It was a relief that they hadn't actually run into anyone that paid them any attention, the demo thought as she knocked softly on the door. There was silence on the other side for a few moments before it opened a crack so that someone could peek out, then was flung wide as the nervous-looking gremlin on the other side threw her arms around Bettit with a cry of joy.

"Bettie-boo! We've been so worried!"

Bettit really didn't remember her frail mother being so strong. "Aww, come on Mitter ... not in front of Vakros," she groaned fondly as she returned her mother's hug, her face growing hot with embarrassment at the pet name.

Gista has more or less had her face buried in her daughter's hat, and her head snapped up at the mention of someone else; she had been so happy to see Bettit again that she hadn't really noticed that the girl hadn't come alone. The look Gista gave the mender was unmistakably one of "what have you been doing with my daughter?", and was echoed on Bettit's father's face as he stepped into the doorway.

"Uhhhhh ... can we come in? We're kinda' not supposed to be here," Bettit cut in before Teret could say anything. The looks on her parent's faces changed to worried confusion as Gista let go of Bettit and they both stepped aside for her and Vakros to enter. The young demo hugged her father in greeting as her mother shut the door behind them. The room was not large, and was rather crowded with furniture; all of it serviceable but none of it matching. One table was spread with what looked like blueprints.

"Mitter, Patter, this is my friend, Vakros," Bettit introduced them once the door was closed. "Vakros, this is my Mitter, Gista, and my Patter, Teret." She looked around for a moment, then spotted the gremlinite sitting on the floor, staring intently at an intricate array of gears as he slowly turned them. "And this is my little brother, Muren," she added, heading over to tap on the youngster's shoulder.

"Hey there, big guy," she said softly as her brother looked up. The little gremlin scrambled to hug his sister around the waist, trembling a little as he stared across the room at the visitor. He said nothing, and jerked away to retreat to the chair he had been sitting next to after a moment, watching the room keenly. Bettit smiled and patted his shoulder, then trotted back across the room to stand next to Vakros.

"He can't stand being touched for long," she explained in a low voice to the mender.

Teret had extended a hand to Vakros in greeting while Bettit had been over with Muren; Gista, for her part, had been wringing her own hands in a worried fashion. "Well, it's good to meet you, Vakros," Teret said slowly, his every mannerism serious as he indicated that everyone should be seated. "Why don't you two tell us what's going on, now?"

((Going to cut there because it's long enough as it is, and I'd like to give Vakros the opportunity to react/reply/rewhatever to stuff. XD Couldn't help embarrassing Bettie a little. That's what parents are for.))

Mon, 05/07/2012 - 03:27

#597

Azure-Orbit

Following the Phoenix

((I know I said "first thing in the morning" but something came up and I ended up posting it THIS late. Sorry again guys, will update the character list post in a moment.)

Rultaos

The Trojan and the Knightmare entered the burnt room where a charred table lied in the middle while a collection of swords and shields ranging from tier 1 to tier 3 hung on the right wall. "Looks comfortable." Rultaos said with some sarcasm. "The Citadel was never known for being accommodating to its residents." Achilles said. "It's good to see you again old friend." he continued.

"The same. But I would rather get my job here done as soon as possible, I do not want to risk being found out by the Firestorm forces." Rultaos replied. "Ah yes, I heard that you were now part of The Clockwork Renegades, you've given Vanaduke's men quite a lot of grief over the cycles. I'm putting myself at great risk just speaking to you, but I always did enjoy a challenge." Achilles told the scarlet Trojan. "Appreciated, but let me tell you why we are here. Our leader is planning something big and we need as many men as we can muster, I came here to see if I could find anyone amongst the burning warriors of The Citadel to fight alongside us. Seeing as you have been here longer than me, I hoped that you would know the kind of people I am looking for.

Achilles pondered for a moment "A great many of the soldiers here are fiercely loyal to Vanaduke, or are simply mindless puppets, but I know of a group that are similar to you and I. They call themselves the Phoenix Ash; They're a group of rebellious Citadel soldiers that are against Vanaduke's ways. Their numbers are incredibly few however, so I am unsure how much use they can be to you and your allies." he said.

Rultaos nodded "As long as they are willing to fight for us, I will take any number of men. Do you know where I can find them?" he asked.

"They are usually found at Charred Court, trying to keep the imprisoned Sprites there sane. The exact time of their appearance or exact location there is unknown to me, but I hope that you can find them." Achilles answered. "Thank you for your help friend, with some luck we shall be out of the Citadel very soon. Until then, I hope you can assist us a few more times to avoid being caught." Rultaos said to the Knightmare. "Ask them to look for me if you two find yourselves in a bad situation, I'll do what I can." Achilles said as the two shook hands.

Rultaos exited the room and began to look for Hanaphs. He hoped that the Slag-Guard was able to handle the situation that he had found himself in with an overconfident general.

He saw his companion standing near the combat ring with Slag-walkers, Guards, and Trojans looking at Hanaphs and his foe with disbelief. Seeing as the general was the one on the floor and not Hanaphs, Rultaos thought that this was a good sign. "I'm afraid I was not able to see your fight, but at least you emerged the victor. Come, my friend has given us a lead on some potential recruits." Rultaos told Hanaphs as the two left the barracks heading for Charred Court.

Tue, 05/08/2012 - 15:08

#598

Treaman

Me?

In the living plane, Elias seemed unconscious, but to him, he was not sure what was going on.
He saw three phantoms, all wearing a pulsar on their left thigh, a pouch on their right hip, and the same small triglav across their back as his own. In front of him, the first seemed older than the rest: his ethereal body was as cracked and fragment as the triglav he wielded, a faint white glow emitted from his aura and the fissures. The second stood next to the decrepit one, with a blue glow that imitated his own... in fact, they were identical.
The third stood behind Elias, a wicked blue-green aura cloaked his dastardly features in a ghastly manner: a grotesquely twisted jaw with the points of the teeth going any way but straight, and knife-like claws with serrations on the backs of his knuckles. Even the pulsar and triglav were change, having their cheery blue glow replaced by an eerie red radiation.
"Where am I?" Elias asked as he tried to feint his anxiety.
The elder spoke first. "We are the Guides, and you are in your domain." Elias had to fight to keep his composure, this phantom had the same raspy voice as his previous vision. The elder continued, "I am Elias Drake." If Elias were to have had a heart, it would have just stopped.
The blue phantom introduced himself in with a mild and calm voice, "I am Elias, the Wandering Soul, we are you, and we, your guide." there was a pause, as if they expected the third to speak. Moments of silence later, the elder continued, "For sanity's sake, we consider ourselves Morning, Noon, and Twilight."
"Why not consider the other one as night?" Elias inquired.
"Night is that of mystery, dusk is that of the beauty of darkness, but twilight brings the death of the sun. You are the sun, Elias, and Twilight is your end."
The distorted phantom turned his back, "The end? HAH, when I awaken, I shall only be your new beginning. Try to stop me Elias, I well surface eventually, and everything you ever knew shall end." His voice was a deep, guttural growl, and it sent shivers through Elias. "I am Flash Bang, and I shall only be the BEGINNING to your end."
The voice of the elder came to his head, seemingly as a matter of privacy, The vision from before, you remember it? Your consciousness, us, were able to spawn the device on your belt. It will quell Twilight's, or as he said Flash Bang's, efforts to control you, but it cannot stop him. Stopping him entirely is a matter of your will and heart to fight him back. If you allow him to take full control, all is lost.
D: Why am I like this? HOW am I like this, Elias protested with his mind.
The devilites who resurrected you wanted to use you to completely overpower any enemy without mercy. You are their protoexperiment, and thus there were complications, and since your will still existed after your death, you could escape their control, but it also made the part of you they had hoped to possess to be uncontrollable if he presented himself. As of now, you are the younger, the Wandering Soul; if you fight and defeat Flash Bang, you will not become Twilight, but a new form. WE can be Dusk.((OMG 0.o i meant to put 'you' there but somehow i ended up with 'WE'... i looked back up at my screen and saw that... im like 0.o mas épico!!! XD))
As Morning exited his mind, he became aware that all three were gone, and had been replaced with the training area he had seen before he woke up with the Renegades. Though he would have liked to study more, he had two things on his mind.
I can already do all i ever wanted, Learning more may only help Flash Bang IF he does get control of me.

Flash Bang is resting

((yea, referring back to my previous flashback post(484), you may remember i mentioned the node on my belt and that it was supposed to inhibit his powers. that was Morning and Noon referring to that could hold off some of Twilight's (Flash Bang's) powers. yup, they iz cryptic. Elias has this evil presence in him because it was created by the devilites, but Elias good consciousness..es..(eseses???) suppressed it before he woke up, and he'll soon have to have a green-lantern style battle of will to try to keep possession of his body... maybe destroy a few somethings in the process when his rage state(Flash Bang) gets outa hand... confused yet? XD))

Tue, 05/08/2012 - 16:46

#599

Shue-Donnym

No subject line spam here, move along

Snarp thought it felt Elias stir, but upon closer inspection, the Phantom was still out cold. Snarp sighed and continued to push Elias along the trail of slightly melted indents in the snow that it assumed were the Ash Tail's footprints. They were getting warmer now, the wolver wasn't far off. Snarp could barely see a pair of glowing orange eyes far off, slowly advancing towards them. Snarp was about to start towards it when it suddenly realized...
What if it was an enemy?
The quicksilver decided to stay and wait for it to come, while regaining its energy, which had been all but used up while pushing its partner. Its spines bristled, ready for a fight.

Wed, 05/09/2012 - 09:43

#600

Tevokkia

Mialii puts on her "customer service" voice

Mialii's ears twitched at the devilite's question, making her little hat hop on her head and her ghost bell ring. "Oh!" she mewed sweetly, in full-diplomatic mode. "I see Terarr hasn't gotten a chance to tell you yet!"

The spookat nurse cleared her ghostly throat. "We're recruiting interested parties to join us for an upcoming campain against the Grand Colony as part of our efforts to remove the Knights from Cradle and restore peace to our home. Would you care to learn more, and perhaps become part of our organization?" She didn't see any other devilites having joined Terarr, so she hoped that this one would. She didn't want the little devilite to feel as though he hadn't had any luck recruiting, especially as they hadn't needed to use him as a messenger quite yet.

((Yo! Azure! I sent you a follow-up message!))

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