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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 15, 2019 15:11:45 GMT -5
That stupid, cowardly slug (@cress) had utterly wasted Creed’s time. Perhaps he should of just ended the freak right then and there. Remove the religious nut before he spread his insanities like a plague. The only solace Creed took, was in knowing that the freak would no longer be on this planet anymore more. And if he did happen to find his way here again, Creed would turn him him escargot and feed him to the poor. “Are you sure you should be doing this alone?” Rine asked over Creed’s comms. Creed would struggle to look through the red mist of Tech Tech’s surface, the toxic fumes swiping across his armor like sand. “Is that how you’re going to start every chat we have?” “Very funny smart ass. I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t keep doing these stupid side projects. This thing hasn’t shown any signs of threats. What’s the point in messing with it?” “That energy signature is higher than anything I’ve managed to manufacture. If I want to continue increasing the output of the suit, I need a better power source. Or at least an improved one” “Or you could just, you know, settle for what you have. You already one shot every dumbass who tries fighting you” “Not true” “Then on those rare occasions, just don’t fight” “I don’t always get a choice” Rine would give a frustrated hiss as Creed continued onwards, as stubborn as ever. Eventually he would happen on what appeared to be some sort of ancient brick work. The Tech Tech had to start somewhere, as all species did. But why would the signal be coming from such an old ruin? Curious. Creed would continue forward until eventually reaching what seemed to be an entry way of sorts. “I found something, I think it’s a doorway” “You’re telling me with that genius mind of yours, you can’t tell when something is a door or not?” "Very funny" Word Count: 322 Van
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Post by Van on Jan 16, 2019 1:05:36 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC:420
[ Earlier... ] Van stared at the lizard through the mesh cage. It stared back at him. He narrowed his eyes. The lizard just blinked a few times, uninterested. Van stuck his tongue out at it before turning towards the air lock. A few of the security officers gave him strange looks. One even tried to stop him. "Kid, it's dangerous out there. The air alone can kill you."The blonde Earthling just smiled back at him and then took the lizard out of it's cage. It had red scales and 6 legs and somehow it could breathe out there without getting ill and dying. It's respiratory system had adapted over time. The boy took a deep breath, held it in, and marched towards the gate. He opened the first airlock door, stepped inside, and then sealed it behind him. The security forces watched through the glass. Van then opened the outer airlock door, letting in the toxic atmosphere. The lizard seemed to be fine, breathing normally. Van watched as it's chest expanded and relaxed. He studied it, narrowing his eyes and focusing his ability. Then he exhaled slowly and finally took in a huge gulp of polluted air. He immediately coughed and hacked. Tears welled up in his eyes. The officers frantically pounded on the glass. They couldn't open the inner door until the outer one had closed. They couldn't get in to rescue him. However, Van dropped the lizard and it scurried away out the door. He exhaled and then took in another deep breath. He choked a little bit this time, but it was far easier for him to handle the putrid nature of the air. The only thought that came to him was that it smelled and tasted horrible. It was like being inside a rotting corpse. He looked at the officers behind the glass and gave them a thumbs up. Van had mimicked the ability to breathe in the polluted atmosphere. It wouldn't last forever though. At best, he would have a few hours before he would need to return. He hoped that would be enough time. ------------------------------------------
[ Now... ] “I found something, I think it’s a doorway”... "Very funny"Van jumped up onto one of the fallen columns that overlooked the entrance. He peered down at the person... robot maybe? He raised a brow and looked around. No one else here that he could tell. The boy jumped down and approached the cloaked robot. "Are you talking to me? Also... yeah, it's totally a door."
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 17, 2019 0:39:24 GMT -5
Two drones would float out from beneath Creed’s cloak. Various green lights would flash over the structure, scanning for any possible instabilities. No serious damage thus far. Indeed, it seemed the planet had taken more damage than whatever this structure was, hence the remainder being sunk halfway into the ground. But there was something interesting regarding its energy signature. The material seemed to be in some sort of constant fluctuation, as if constantly in a state of reverberation… Interesting. This isn't where the anomalous power source had originated from, but it was certainly unnatural. Creed would recall the drones back to him. Unknown Energy Signature inbound. Creed would quickly swing around, both arms raised and eyes ablaze with emerald light. The red smog would begin to pick up, causing his cloak to flare to the side. It seemed to be a kid, no breathing gear. Something wasn’t right about that. No one should be able to withstand the smog which pervaded the surface. Unless he was some sort of rare Xeno, this kid had to be artificially made. Maybe some sort of Android. But his brain activity wasn't odd, and his power level was fully scannable. One thing was for sure though, the kid had a hell of a punchable face. “No, I wasn’t talking to you. Mind telling me who you are, kid? I don’t like being snuck up on” “At least he had a sense of humor” Creed’s hands would begin to radiate with artificial Ki. “You said you would stop beating up children” Creed would sigh and lower his hands, the Ki slowly dissipating away. “Why are you here? Because whatever is in there” Creed would jab a thumb towards the door “Is mine. And I don’t like people trying to steal my things”
Word Count: 294/619 Van
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Post by Van on Jan 17, 2019 20:49:52 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC: 202 “No, I wasn’t talking to you. Mind telling me who you are, kid? I don’t like being snuck up on”Van put his hands behind his head and casually walked towards the ruined entrance. "Technically you were the one sneaking up on me, because I was here first."The kid chuckled to himself, amused at his own joke. He lifted his boot and pushed it against the wall to the side of the threshold. It was sturdy, but something was weird about it. He couldn't really put his finger on it. He crouched down and let his arms fall across his thighs. He crooked his neck a bit, inspecting the carvings along the exterior of the gate. “Why are you here? Because whatever is in there is mine. And I don’t like people trying to steal my things”Van chuckled. "It's yours and you don't even know what it is?"He popped back up to his feet and took a few steps back towards the hooded person. "Lucky for you, I don't want to keep it. I just wanna see it... so I'll help you get it. Name's Van."He held out his hand. "What's yours?"
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 19, 2019 13:56:02 GMT -5
Creed crossed his arms and looked down at the child. His mask would make it appear as though he was constantly glaring. A fitting look given his current opinion on this unwanted partner. He’d get rid of the kid right now if it wasn’t for Rine’s all seeing eye. “My name is none of your concern, Kid. Just don’t get in my way” Creed turned towards the doorway and delved into the ruin. The emerald light emanating from Creed’s eyes lit up a decent bit of the hallway. His drones would scan the various glyphs along the walls. Every species had their origins, The Tech Tech’s lost theirs long ago to the swirling crimson atmosphere outside. In all honesty it was amazing that more species didn’t end up like this. Nuclear weapons, Pollution, Civil Wars, the bane of intelligent civilizations. The ground underneath one of Creed’s feet would sink slightly as he walked forwards. A spout of fire would erupt to his side and wash over his armor. Creed turned to examine the spout as it continued firing, a bit interested in the ancient architecture, but otherwise unimpressed. He would walk forwards, any fire remaining on him completely dissipated by the sudden flash of Emerald energy. “I want a scan of that spout, try and see if you can figure out how it functions” “You planning on installing one in your office?” “Future expeditions are possible by forces other than I. Might as well have some records to prevent harm” Creed may of had a rather large disregard for others lives, but he did value the act of learning. If universities twenty years from now wished to learn more about this ruin, he saw no harm in giving them a good warning about the hazards which may be lurking. Creed would turn to see the kid following behind. It was a bit of wishful thinking to hope that the kid would take any damage from the trap. If he could withstand the outer atmosphere, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume he could survive. “You have any estimations on the depth of the tunnel yet?” Rine would pause for a bit. “I’d try using the sonar but whatever is down there keeps interfering with the it. Or any kind of wave I send down there... Actually…” As Creed continued downwards, it would appear as if color itself was slowly beginning to change and distort. Darks turned bright, Browns to Greens, other remarkable changes. “This thing looks like it’s distorting most of the wavelengths, even colors… That’s weird…” “I noticed. Keep me updated on this” Word Count: 424/981 Van
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Post by Van on Jan 19, 2019 21:44:57 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC: 266 “My name is none of your concern, Kid. Just don’t get in my way”Van blew a raspberry at the armored man? Robot? He still wasn't sure. "Do you want me to check for tra-- aaaand he's already inside."The boy sighed and followed him inside the dark threshold. Van kept pace with the hooded robot/man(?), but also kept his distance. He'd been in enough of these to know that one wrong step could spell disaster. And as if on cue, the cyborg/android/man(?) stepped onto a piece of tile that sunk into the ground, triggering a flame thrower trap. To Van's surprise though, the hooded on easily shook it off. Van called out as he followed behind. "Phew, sure glad I didn't go first!"He grinned wide and continued to stroll along as the man's drones examined the trap mechanism. He found the little drones to be endearing and cute. Like little bugs or something. Van then turned his attention back to the hooded one and realized he lost sight of him. The boy's eyes widened. Did he fall into a trap? He ran ahead only to realize that he had just turned a corner up ahead and was once again in view. As Van got closer, the drones whizzed overhead and returned to their master. The boy moved up beside him as they continued walking down the eerier corridor. "Are you a robot?"Van asked while staring straight ahead as if that was a perfectly normal question to ask a person you were in a dark tunnel with.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 21, 2019 14:33:14 GMT -5
The walls began to light up slightly as they continued onwards. It seemed as if the colors were designed in such a way to account for the wave change. The architects of this Temple seemed to be fairly intelligent, perhaps not enough to understand why the colors changed, but enough to properly solve any issues it may present. The drone which had been scanning over the Fire trap wooshed past Van as he asked his question. Creed turned to Van, examining the newly obtained data on his left forearm. “I don’t know, you seem smart enough. Make an educated guess…” Creed said with a bit of anger. Eventually the two would reach a small chamber whose back wall was taken up with a very large circular door. Various glyphs were lain across the door, appearing to be some sort of button-puzzle. Wonderful, more dungeon delving cliches. Creed rose a finger to the door and fired a laser, only to have it immediately reflected back towards him. His shielding wouldn’t flare up quick enough to stop the beam from piercing through his armor and into his shoulder, leaving a fairly clean hole through. Creed cussed under his breath as various painkillers and disinfectants were applied to the wound. “Andrew, what the hell was that?” Rine asked in a worried tone. “A stupid mistake. Don’t worry about it” Creed looked at the door a bit closer this time, performing a full scan on it’s material composition. It had a hyper reflective exterior coat, most likely designed to protect against someone who could wield Ki. He should of of anticipated this… “Rine, start scanning over these glyphs and see if you can find anything” Creed would walk over to the staircase and took a seat, examining the laser wound to make sure it wouldn’t be an issue. Word Count: 304/1285 Van
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Post by Van on Jan 22, 2019 20:16:17 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC: 457 “I don’t know, you seem smart enough. Make an educated guess…”What some others might take as a reply intended to deflect the original query, Van just saw a puzzle to be solved. He didn't care much for social nuance. Well, that is assuming he noticed it in the first place. The boy was typically too aloof to take any such hints, no matter how strongly worded or unsubtle. He rubbed his chin as they walked, going over the information he knew about the robot man. All evidence gathered and scrutinized in his mind. That is putting it generously, Van mostly just imagined the robot man firing huge blasters at dinosaurs because in his mind, this particular robot man could certainly transform his arms into blaster cannons. Obviously. Speaking of obvious, they eventually reached the room containing the rather noticeable circular door on one side. The robot man fired a beam at it and the door reflected it back at him. Van resisted the urge to laugh and pushed it way back down. He wouldn't win this robot man over by laughing at his mistakes. Wait a minute... Robots don't make mistakes.This isn't entirely true. Robotic lifeforms tend to make calculations and then act based on that logic. But to someone like Van, robots were too cool to make mistakes like him. He walked over to where the robot man was sitting and leaned forward, watching him with narrowed eyes. "Bummer... not a robot after all."Van sighed and blew a raspberry at him. He turned on his heel and walked over to the obnoxiously big door. He craned his neck a bit, looking at the inscriptions. He craned it so far that he ended up doing a handstand so he could read the bit that was upside down. At least, he studied the pictographs and hieroglyphics. He couldn't really read it. Still in full handstand, he turned to look at the man in a suit of armor which certainly isn't a robot. "I don't think this is the actual door."He pushed himself up into the air, did a back flip, and landed on his feet again. Van looked around the room. The glowing scripts in the walls kept it somewhat lit. He saw something on the floor next to the other wall. A wide arching scratch in the stone floor. It was usually consistent with the opening and closing of a door. Something this wide though, the door must be the entire wall itself. Van took a couple steps back and rubbed his chin. "Can you shoot one of your lasers at this wall? I think this is the real door, but I don't see the mechanism to open it."
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 23, 2019 13:11:31 GMT -5
Creed began to examine the the wound more closely. This was the first time his weapons had ever been turned on himself. Well, at least he knew they were effective. The wound was a clean hole straight through. It was a good thing the smog didn’t reach this far or else he might of lost an arm from the toxins. A small slot would open on the side of Creed’s right thigh, producing a small syringe without a needle. The armor around his injured shoulder would snap and sizzle before folding open, revealing the wound in greater detail. He would push the syringe into the wound, slowly retracting it whilst releasing the contents. Slowly, the wound would fill with a strange greyish foam before solidifying. The painkillers had set in, preventing him from really experiencing any true pain. The armor would close back into place once more. Creed shot a hand up to catch the rasberry. He would flick it back at the kids head before standing and crossing his arms. “Robots are slaves. It’s what the word Robot means. I’d rather die before having my free will taken away from me. So no, I am not a robot” Creed would look at the wall which the child had beckoned to. His eyes would glow before releasing a volley of beams, carving through it within seconds. Any rubble left would simply break to the side as Creed walked through, making sure he was first. The interior of the chamber was vast, various strange metallic statues would line the walls, as if keeping a vigilant watch. In the center was a large, bright blue sphere. It burst with Ki, as well as various other energy signatures. None seemed radioactive. Creed would edge closer to the Sphere, his drones slowly escaping to the various statues to scan them. He would examine the sphere, attempting to scan it’s every feature. This would prove to be useless, as it’s very structure shifted every minute or so. It was almost like a sphere of liquid Ki.Creed would hold out a hand and slowly go in to touch it, attempting to obtain a sample. Steam started to pump around the various tubing which filled this great chamber. The statue’s eyes would burst with a blue color, hundreds of thousands ancient automatons brought to life after thousands of years of slumber. All with one purpose: Eliminate all threats. Word Count: 402/1687 Van
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Post by Van on Jan 24, 2019 18:46:53 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC: 370 “Robots are slaves. It’s what the word Robot means. I’d rather die before having my free will taken away from me. So no, I am not a robot”Van pushed out his bottom lip. He *liked* robots. Some of them were super useful and cool looking to boot! Or, at least, that was what he thought about them anyway. Van watched as the armored man destroyed the wall with ease. He used a volley of beams to get the job done. It didn't seem to be any kind of special ability though so Van couldn't copy it. Just regular ki usage and control. He'd hoped the man would slip up and use something Van could borrow. Oh well. The boy put his hands in his pockets and moseyed into the newly opened chamber. There were large statues lining the walls. They looked to be metallic, which was vastly different than the rest of what he'd seen so far. Most of it was stone. Van's eyes were quickly drawn to the large blue sphere in the middle of the room. It was something unlike anything else he'd ever seen. Maybe a power source of some kind? A weapon? It was obviously important, otherwise it wouldn't be hidden behind a false wall. He watched as Creed walked up to it, cautiously and carefully. Suddenly as the man reached towards the orb, steam started billowing out from the various tubes along the walls and ceiling. Van's eyes darted around, noticing the statues seemingly come to life. Two of them turned to look at him immediately. He arched a single brow but then smirked. Well, this was an interesting coincidence. "Hey look! Robots!"Van leaped into the air, dodging blasts from the automatons nearest him. He danced around, slipping between blasts with a smile on his face. He looked like a child playing with a toy. One reached out to snatch him up. Van leaned away from it and then grabbed it by the wrist and slung it towards the other robot guardian. The two of them flew into the wall on the opposite end of the chamber. The boy turned towards Creed to see how he was faring...
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 27, 2019 19:00:22 GMT -5
If Creed could harvest this orb, perhaps find a way to remove it, he may be able to extract the power it is producing. He could drill through the ceiling to transport it… Creed’s attention would be pulled away from his scheming by the kid. Some more nonsense about robots. Creed would turn, only to have one of the strange automatons slash at him. The blade would simply clang off his armor plating. His hand would shoot forward and grab the machine’s blade, tearing it off and slicing the bot in half. He would turn to the remaining automatons and throw the blade into the ground with a loud twang. “Impressive technology for Ancient times. Primitive and embarrassing now” Creed held his right hand out to his side, a glowing green blade about the side of a short sword would eject out. A superheated alloy designed to cut through most common materials, originally designed as a mining tool. The green coloring came from the alloy itself, which shone a bright Emerald green when superheated. Creed burst forward into a group of the bots, grabbing one by it’s torso. After throwing it into the air he would dice it into various bits. One of the bots would fly forward in an attempt to impale Creed. Upon impacting his armor, the bot would fold and crumple like a crushed can. Going as such a high speed and impacting a stalwart target tended to do that. Even so, the bot continued to fight, swinging its gnarled limbs like a trapped animal. Creed quickly moved behind it, stabbing the blade into it and reaching in with his other hand. With a little effort, Creed would tear the bot in half, Oil raining down on anything below the fight. “I think those fire traps were more effective than these thing…” Creed muttered smugly before grabbing another bot. He would use the bot as a baseball bat, swatting three or four closely grouped bots to the side with a swing. As Creed sat back and admired his handy work, he would begin to notice something strange. Vibrations, not like the ones previously noted, but more like an Earthquake. Upon turning to observe the source of this phenomenon, Creed would be smacked to the side by a Giant Automaton, impacting the orb. Instead of falling however, Creed would remain attached to it as if being magnetically held. The large Automaton would turn to look at Van, steam escaping from its mouth. Word Count: 414/2101 Van
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Post by Van on Jan 29, 2019 22:02:24 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC: 248
Creed flew past Van and into the blue orb in the middle of the room. He seemed connected to it somehow and it wasn't releasing him any time soon. Van turned to look at what had sent the armored man flying. It was a larger robot. A much larger robot. Steamed shot out of either side of what looked to be a mouth. Though Van wondered what a robot needed a mouth for. They didn't really eat did they? Maybe these ones did? Or maybe it was just some kind of vent like an exhaust? That would explain the steam. Van just barely dodged a swipe as he ruminated about the necessity of a mouth on a robot. He had a bad tendency to get lost in thought. It was a habit that caused him all sorts of trouble in the past. The boy somersaulted backwards, avoiding several more wide arching swipes. He glanced over to Creed, still stuck to the orb. "Hrm..."Van narrowed his eyes at the robot and then jumped up into the air and summoned a small orb of white ki energy in his hand. He chucked the ball at the ground between his own boots. It caused a huge plume of smoke and debris to shoot around him on all sides. He used the smokescreen to dash over to Creed. He looked at the armored man and rubbed his chin. "How the heck to I get you out of there?"
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 30, 2019 17:35:28 GMT -5
Energy Levels Increasing…95% Creed attempted to pull his fist from the orb. Even with the exoskeleton which granted him his superhuman strength, it felt as if he was lifting hundreds upon hundreds of pounds. Slowly, the arm separated. Electricity flashed between the arm and the orb, before he was forced back into place by whatever was sticking him against the orb. “Andrew, I- Bzzzt - What's - Bzzzt - Andrew?! - Bzzzt -” He could feel his armor heating up as Rine’s comms began breaking. The Emerald glow of his eyes and torso slowly shifted to the blue of the orb. Whatever sort of power this thing was releasing seemed to be overtaking Creed’s own power source. Energy Levels… չպփՎՖ- Strange glyphs began flashing across the HUD. Creed’s mind was racing at what this… Wait… This wasn’t a power source, this was a Data storage unit! It seemed the information was transferred through a specific type of Ki which Creed’s armor didn’t have. The orb was reconfiguring his armor so it could actually hold the information within… Creed looked at the kid as he examined the orb, trying to remove him from it. “Don’t, not yet. Just focus on taking out the Automaton” As he finished speaking, the Mask’s now Sapphire eyes burst with the strange Ki, along with the various Ki ports across his armor. It burnt, but he could handle it. Just needed to survive long enough to get the data... Word Count: 238/2339 Van
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Post by Van on Feb 4, 2019 19:24:16 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC: 317 “Don’t, not yet. Just focus on taking out the Automaton.” Van pursed his lips and pouted before glancing back to the angry looking robot. He looked at Creed again, noticing the color of the lights on his suit matching the object he was attached to. Maybe he was merging with it or assimilating the tech. The boy shrugged and jumped away from him, landing on his feet just in front of the automaton. The mechanical beast lashed out at him but Van was easily able to dodge the slow attack. It's eyes glowed brightly until it shot beams from them. Van yelped in surprise and cartwheeled out of their path. The beams cut across the room, drawing swooping lines in the wall on the opposite end. "Hey it shoots lasers from it's eyes!"They boy continued to dodge the beams with ease. He made it look like a simple task, almost appearing bored as he out-maneuvered the robot at every turn. While in midair, Van called out to Creed. "Do I have to destroy it? Maybe I ca-- whup!"He almost lost a leg there, not paying attention. The beam almost caught him right in the shin. "Maybe I can just disable it, yeah?"
Van ducked under another barrage of eye lasers, slid across the floor, and then launched himself up right at the base of the automaton. His fist hit the "head" of the robot in a fierce uppercut. It caused the metal to explode outward. While still suspended from the jump, Van spun around and planted his boot into the mid-section of the robot. A quick roundhouse send the creature flying into the far wall. The chest cavity had caved in as it slumped in on itself. The boy dusted himself off and then looked over in Creed's direction and gave him a thumb's up with a big grin. "Got it!"
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 5, 2019 21:53:09 GMT -5
As the Automaton fell from the crippling strike, the large Sapphire sphere slowly dulled into a void black color, falling to the ground completely. Creed on the other hand, continued hovering. His cloak had been completely disintegrated from the heat of the information transfer. He had third degree burns on various parts of his body now, some pieces scorched black. Blue electricity struck at the ground around him, emanating from the armored fiend. Creed would slowly begin to start laughing as more bursts of electricity shot out and struck any remaining Automatons. They would explode into pools of metal and oil. “I solved it… I solved their puzzle… I AM A GOD!” A large pillar of sapphire light would fire from his armor, drilling a hole in both the ceiling and floor as Creed slowly rose into the pollution above. As the toxins neared his armors, they would burn away into noxious gasses. Creed would point at a random spot on the ground, firing a barrage of sapphire Ki spheres with little to no effort. The ground would melt into glass as it was impacted. A simple test of his armors newfound abilities. He would clench his fist and stare at it as Sapphire Ki burst around him. Whatever pain he had felt before from the burns went completely unnoticed now. He was far too busy being drunk with this power. Word Count: 231/2570 Van
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Post by Van on Feb 8, 2019 16:40:38 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC: 315
Van's optimistic grin quickly turned into a look of concern as Creed yelled out. “I solved it… I solved their puzzle… I AM A GOD!”The boy shot out of the way of a glancing lightning strike from Creed's newly acquired aura. The stuff was firing off all over the place, crashing into the walls and destroying the statues and automatons still about. The temple itself seemed to quake at the commotion. Van jumped to his feet just as the huge beam of energy shot out of Creed's armor. It burrowed into the ceiling above them and punched a hole straight up to the surface. "H-hey what'r--"Van tried to ask but Creed already ascended up through the shaft he had just created. The boy followed behind, jumping back and forth in the small corridor, using the walls to propel him higher and higher with each vault. Once out of the hole and outside again, Van coughed a little bit. His copied ability to breath in the smog was starting to wear off. Creed started randomly shooting beams of energy at the surrounding area. He must've been testing out his new abilities. This could get dangerous though. Someone might get hurt. Maybe even Creed. Van launched up into the air and hovered a dozen or so feet away from Creed. He stretched his hand towards him, palm facing the man. In his palm, he held a medallion. Van took a breath and the medallion glowed with a black energy, it swirled around and grew slightly and then it started to suck in the bright energy around Creed. It was eating his ki energy. The artifact is something Van kept from one of his many adventures. It saps Van's foes of their ki energy and stores it until Van needs it later. Van was attempting to deescalate the situation without fighting.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 11, 2019 15:35:20 GMT -5
Everything seemed so clear now. All of this power, it was enlightening. Why these gods among men do what they do. Wiping out entire cities for minor transgressions and other such things. It was to show their power, to instill fear within everyone, because they could. Now he could avenge the Biodome destroyed in the attack, wipe out EVERY bio terrorist on this planet. He could lead them into a golden age of- Slowly, he would be enveloped within a strange black energy. It seemed to attempt to bite at his new found powers. Pathetic. He would raise his hand towards the originator of this energy and fired a beam of energy at him. A simple warning shot, it was understandable to not recognize a god upon first inspection. But further acts would result in death… No exceptions. Rine hastily donned her Bio Suit, glancing out every so often at the bright blue flashes out in the Red smog. There had been five or six of them since Creed lost connection with her. Last images she received were blurry, but it seemed he was stuck up in the air, surrounded by some sort of strange black light. She would curse at herself as she donned the Bio Suit Helmet. Andrew was an arrogant stuck up bastard, she should of known he would’ve gotten himself into this mess. She should of gone with him. Rine burst out of the airlock as soon as it opened, being a member of Burter’s race granted her immense speed. Hopefully enough to reach him before it was too late. Creed crossed his arms and looked down at Van. Various glyphs flashed across his cybernetic eye, slowly he began to understand them. It was engineering poetry. Theoreticals proven true, the endless turned finite. Harvesting this information would make him even more powerful. Unstoppable… No one but him could understand this, this was his destiny. It would destroy any mortal mind, but his was no mortal mind. He was a god trapped within a mortal form. It all made sense now. Everything made sense. Word Count: 347/2917 Van
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Post by Van on Feb 14, 2019 23:10:57 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC: 301
The beam of energy shot past Van's head. It was so close he could feel the heat radiating from it. The boy blinked in stunned silence. That blast could have taken his head off. Well, if he wasn't already immortal, but still. It would have really hurt either way. "Well, this isn't working."
He tucked the medallion back into his pocket and stared back at Creed. The armored man has his arms crossed. It looked like something had possessed him. Whatever he had been stuck to down in those ruins maybe. Van wasn't sure, but whatever it was, he had a really bad feeling about it. "Look, mister... lets just talk this over yeah?"Van held his arms out to his side, hands raised up. He was trying to let Creed know that he meant no harm. "Just need you to power down so no one gets hurt yeah?"The blonde boy floated closer to him, inching over bit by bit. He didn't want to make any sudden moves. That energy beam from earlier did its job as a warning. At this level of power, the man in the armor could do some serious damage. Suddenly his forehead stung with pain. He winced. "Nooo... not now..."Van clutched his forehead. He could feel the cursed mark trying to break through to the surface. He usually kept it in check but sometimes in high stress situations it would take advantage of his lapse in control and break free. The boy groaned in pain. His eyes went dark and strange markings slithered across his face. His fist glowed with a black and purple aura. His power level spiked. In an instant he lashed out at Creed with a giant clawed hand made of the same dark energy.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 17, 2019 17:55:31 GMT -5
Creed shot to the side at the claw came in for a strike. He would swing his hand down and backhand Van in the back of the head. The speed of the slap broke the sound barrier, distorting the bluish aura which now surrounded the mad pseudo god. The hit was intended to launch the kid into the ground, hopefully killing him instantly. Given that the child showed some sort of power, however, it wouldn’t seem to effective. Still, no reason to use his full power on a peon. He would scoff and look towards the biodomes, slowly planning his next course of actions. “Don’t bother getting up if you’re alive. I want my first kill with this power to be of some importance, not some worthless child” Rine would finally reach the outskirts of the blast. The ground had been burnt, with some patches of glass along the dust ridden fields. It seemed the closer she got the weaker the winds, as if she were entering into the heart of a hurricane. This was a new kind of fear she had never experienced before. Sure, there had been plenty of near death experiences before, it was a part of being a Galactic Patroller. But now someone she loved was possibly in danger, serious danger. Andrew had always conducted himself with such confidence and usually had the tenacity to back it up. She had gotten used to him weaseling his way out of danger if things got too bad, always with that smug grin, as if he succeeded in spite of his failure. It couldn’t end here. She would place a hand on her stomach and sigh before continuing on. Rine cautiously walked forwards until finally laying her Crimson eyes on Creed. His cloak was completely gone. A strange blue aura surrounded him, she couldn’t sense this kind either so she just assumed it was more Artificial Ki. Burns along the metal hinted at worse burns below the armor. But he moved as if he felt no pain, or if he did, didn’t care about it. Aside from the eyes none of the armor seemed powered on. Not even the Ki points. Rine darted back as crackle of lightning nearly struck her. Sloppy. Anyone of her race could run laps around lightning. She had to stay focused. Rine reared back and shouted as loud as she could: “Andrew!” Creed peered down at her. “Rine? Come to see my ascension face to face? Well, I suppose a queen would like to see her king rise to power, would she not?” Creed would examine his gauntleted fist. “Andrew, you need to stop this right now! You’re injured and dealing with things you do not understand!” “Not understand? It is quite simple, Rine. I’ve become a god. And soon those fools of the biodomes shall know my wrath, when I turn the criminals and naysayers into ash. Isn’t that what you always wanted? No more crime? Now we can both get what we want…” “Not like this, Andrew. You’re going to get yourself killed, along with too many innocents” Creed crossed his arms and sighed. “Fine. Do not join me, I don’t need your help. But listen carefully” He would burst forward to Rine, standing threatenly close. “If you try to stop me, you will be burned. You will join the ashes with the rest of the scum” He was completely distracted right now, putting Van off as some minor threat to be dealt with later. Word Count: 583/3500 Van
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Post by Van on Feb 22, 2019 1:21:57 GMT -5
Andrew C. Creed WC: 242
When Van had hit the ground, it quaked and sent shock waves out across the land in all directions. The hole he had created when he hit the ground smoked with dust and debris. After a few seconds there was a rumble as tremors shook the surrounding area once more. A brief shadow moved through the smoke and then was gone. In another instant, Van in his cursed mark form appeared behind Creed. His clothes were torn and his surprisingly muscular form could be seen. He wasn't obnoxiously large or anything, just more refined than your average young boy. The aura around him seemed to take shape at will, enhancing his combat abilities. Van lifted his arm and the giant claw morphed and stretched into a huge jagged axe shaped extension. He brought it down without hesitation but just as it was about to hit, the black in his eyes flickered back to his natural color and the fall of the axe halted just before cleaving Creed in two. "Nnnn...no.. must... stop."In the midst of the attack, Van seemed to regain control. The cursed mark on his face was pulled back to it's source and then disappeared. The dark aura around him faded away but Van himself was not ok. He blinked a few times before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell back down towards the planet's surface, completely blacked out.
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