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Post by Triunis on Nov 30, 2003 0:50:27 GMT -5
The heat rose off the ground, glad to be getting out into the breeze. Lizards and snakes scurried along the ground. And across the desert came a solitary blue figure. Setthirosa had, as usual, no idea that he was going anywhere, let alone any idea where he was headed. He squinted, and saw a few buildings on the horizon.
"Buildings mean people, right?"
He kept walking. In an hour, he had reached the town. Few people were out in the heat, and he seemed to not stand out aside from the fact that he was wearing incredible amounts of clothing for the heat. He looked up at a sign on a building, and saw that it read "Tavern". He thought about this, and went inside.
Within the bar, he found just what would be expected. Many drunkards plagued the tables, along with card-players and the like. He sauntered up to the bar.
"Gimme a drink!"
"Pay first."
Setthirosa sighed, and reached into his coat, producing the Euphrates seconds later.
"Let's try this again. Gimmie a drink!"
The bartender slammed a beer bottle on the table in front of Setthirosa. He quickly and completely downed it, and asked for another.
Life doesn't get any stranger. Remind me to get some good drinks when I get home . . .
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Vahn/Ananias
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Dec 4, 2003 17:46:25 GMT -5
Vahn walked leisurely into the musty,dark tavern. He noticed the occasional stare of two from the drunks as he passed them by. Every step felt like his legs would buckle suddenly under his weight. He walked up to the bar and threw his entire weight onto the table. "Bartender, I want the best in the house, and only that." Vahn said with a low and raspy voice. "Money first." With that Vahn pulled out a flawless diamond about the size of a golfball and placed it heavily on the counter. "Keep the change." Soon Vahn walked back into a lonesome corner and thudded loudly against the wall. Letting out a small groan and then tipping the bottle desperately to his parched lips. "Gaaaah!" Vahn shouted in delite as the cold liquor traveled slowly down his throat.
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Post by Araxis on Dec 4, 2003 18:13:40 GMT -5
Longshanks strode dignifiedly up to the edge of the town. There weren't many people in this town, as he noted with his empathy; nonetheless, Longshanks felt it would be best to activate his neural inhibitor, just in case. Reaching up, he pressed the stud on the side of the small device to turn it on, then continued into Dathomir. The Orion now felt as if he was missing a limb, but knew his discomfort would likely be for the best. He soon came upon a tavern, and, folding his wings more tightly across his back and making certain that they did not brush up against the door, he strode into its shaded and dusty interior.
Glad to be out of the oppressive heat--he didn't see how the Cython could stand such temperatures--he relaxed slightly as he wandered up to the bar. A fellow dressed in an azure trench coat stood a little further down along the counter, polishing off a bottle of beer.
The bartender seemed rather nervous when Longshanks called out to him, "Oi! I'm pining for some good hard whiskey! Got any good stuff?" Eying him warily, the barkeep slid him a glass of whiskey without a word. Thinking it odd that he wasn't asked first for a payment, the Orion turned to the man in blue. "I've a question for you, sir. Might you have seen an insect or insectoid wandering about, perhaps in a humanoid form? I kow it's a rather odd question, but answer it anyways, eh?"
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Post by Triunis on Dec 4, 2003 23:11:28 GMT -5
The Archarialite suddenly noticed that a piano was playing in the background. He turned to the perpitrator, cocked the Euphrates, and fired.
Pieces of the man's skull splattered against the wall behind him, and the light from the attack fried the piano. The other inhabitants of the bar went back to their festivities.
D*mn. Now I want the music back.
He realized someone was talking to him, and pondered the question.
Wait. When I was with Kathryn and DarkUmbra, I saw . . .
"Yeah, I saw him. Missing some legs. I can tell you where he was headed . . ."
Setthirosa pulled a platnium piece from his coat and examined it. It portrayed a picture of the war machine Juggernaut, a sign that this was an Archarialite coin. There was a different one for each of the major planets, but they were all the same curency. He flipped it into the air and caught it.
" . . . but it's gonna be pricey. And where I come from, we don't think of price in terms of money alone."
I've got an agenda to complete. And I'm going to need all the help I can get.
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Vahn/Ananias
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Dec 6, 2003 0:50:04 GMT -5
Vahn's mind woke up from his drunken bliss suddenly as a single word seemed to ring throughout his entire mind: "money". He started to stand up, staggering out of his supernatural dreams. "wow, too much liquor i guess, man." Vahn said quietly to himself as he tumbled onto the floor before him. Climbing back up to his feet he slowly made his way towards the two gentleman sitting at the counter. Seeing only black and white, as is customary when his race is drunk, he tripped and fell as he made his awkward journey to the countertop. Then, in a matter of seconds, he suddenly regained his sight of color and stood briskly upright. Oh man! I hate it when the fun ends! Finally vahn made his way to the counter and leaned next to the two curious fellows standing there. He noticed immediately an air of adventure around these two that called desperately out to him. "Why hello gentlemen! I heard you say the word money and pricey, those too words should never be met!" Vahn said in a more than cheery manner. Pulling out a small diamond about the size of his palm and set it on the table. Waiting a couple of seconds, he looked back down at the diamond on the table. "Oh come on you villanous little monkey!" With that Vahn punched the counter with his fist angrily. Suddenly the diamond grew to about the size of a large dog on the table. He noticed almost the entire bar stare greedily towards the treasure. "There! That's much better! and let me assure you that there is plenty more where that came from! Just say the word and they're yours!" Vahn said with a rather triumphant look on his face. "All I ask in return is to join you in whatever adventure that you're soon going to mention. If I'm wrong and there is no adventure then you can keep it anyway. I just need something to do and you two look like you could have some fun in your futures." Vahn looked patiently into the eyes of each of the men and awaited their replies. He couldn't wait for what he thought was going to be a thrilling adventure.
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Post by Triunis on Dec 6, 2003 11:56:51 GMT -5
Setthirosa looked at the gem, then up at its owner.
"Well, that can be arranged . . ."
He reached across the bar and grabbed the gem. He pulled towards him, and set it on his lap. Suddenly reaching into his trenchcoat, he produced the Tigris and pointed it and its twin shotgun at the newcomer.
"I don't much like the idea of you hangin' around me and this fellow. Why don't you just move on out before I blast you?
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Post by Araxis on Dec 6, 2003 14:49:58 GMT -5
"Put the guns away," Longshanks stated cooly as the man in blue pulled out a second shotgun. He felt an intense distaste for this man, considering his violent nature and complete disregard for life, but the man knew something about the last Cython, and Longshanks needed that information; he would prefer not having to kill him. Nevertheless, he surreptitiously drew his small disruptor pistol and placed the barrel against the forehead of the man in blue. "Put the guns away, and we can do business; try anything, however, and I'll splatter your brains worse than what you did to that man at the piano several moments ago." He grinned malevolently, revealing pearly white teeth. "Got it?"
((BTW, who are you pointing the Tigris at??))
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Dec 6, 2003 15:17:50 GMT -5
While Vahn stood there in sudden suprise he began to feel a sense of unwanting around the man in blue. However, not always being the stand off sort-of guy, his ever present grip around his gun tightened in the sudden face of death. Having been an outlaw for most of his life had prepared him the very moment that he walked into the bar for this moment. He had been in it before, and he didn't want it to end the same. He had actually killed a man with a bullet to his head. He had escaped with barely a scrape. As he thought about this tears of regret started to swell into his eyes. He would rather die than kill anyone ever again. He would not fight this man, he would not trust himself to do so. If he could live it would be a preferrable choice, but he felt that his reflexes would not help against this ruthless killer, let alone the range at which he had him. His only hope of coming out unscathed was this strange hunter, whom Vahn felt had something to hide.
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Post by Triunis on Dec 6, 2003 16:02:11 GMT -5
((Vahn.))
Setthirosa curled his lip back, and slowly put his guns away. He could feel the mechanics in his arm winding around, wanting to burst forth into the weapon it was.
Not yet, not yet . . .
He looked at the gun pointed at his forehead, and grinned.
"Come now, I don't think we need all this. Let's just put it away, shall we?"
He wrapped his fingers around the gun and pulled it away from his head. He then looked at the man.
"Buisness, you say, fine. Buisness. I know where the bug went, but I need your help."
He reached into his coat and pulled forth his Identifier. After he pressed a few buttons on it, a split-screen picture of Kathryn and DarkUmbra came up on it. He held it so the man with which he was dealing could see.
"They are called DarkUmbra and Kathryn. They have been thorns in my side since I arrived, and I have but one desire . . . "
He put it away, and looked directly at the creature. His eyes glowed with malice, and the words he spoke dripped poison.
"They love each other dearly. And I have no greater desire than to destroy that love. Kill one of them, find some way to break them apart, anything. That is what I must do. And you will not find Cethyn unless you assist me."
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Post by Araxis on Dec 6, 2003 18:11:24 GMT -5
Longshanks slowly holstered his pistol in his pocket once more, though he kept his hand on it, ready to draw again in an instant. The Orion wished almost that he could use his empathy on the man before him, to see what made him tick, but at the same time knew that he would likely be overwhelmed with an intense hatred if he did so; not hatred for the man, but rather from him. He was a most curious--and despicable--fellow. He glanced at the man's small device before it was put away, and saw the two figures as the man began to speak. His words started a slow blaze of fury smoldering deep in Longshanks' heart.
"What have these two done to warrant such hate from you? If you can give me a sufficient reason, I may help you in your cause, but if you cannot, I may go ahead and decorate the walls with your brains, for I really do not care for people such as you; I am also certain that your are not the only entity on this planet that knows the whereabouts of the last Cython, who I assume is this 'Cethyn' that you spoke of. Now speak, before I lose my temper." Longshanks tried to suppress his building ire with this man, to keep himself from doing as he said he might.
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Post by Triunis on Dec 6, 2003 19:48:34 GMT -5
Setthirosa looked at the man with confusion.
"Done? What have they done? Why, they themselves have done nothing, aside from try to kill me . . ."
In self-defense, but does he really need to know that?
Setthirosa's eyes suddenly glazed over to a solid silver. He felt an unearthly presence fill him as he grinned, and he spoke cooly and calmly.
[glow=silver,2,300]"Love in itself is a crime. My purpose has been eliminated from the moment the poison that entered my body turned me into what I am now. So I live only to destroy love, hope, justice, and life. I will not, and cannot, be put to rest until I have completed my task."[/glow]
He returned to normal, blinking.
Was that me? Why would I say something like that? I don't have a purpose.
He shook himself.
"That's why. Because of what they represent.
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Post by Vahn/Ananias on Dec 6, 2003 21:19:15 GMT -5
Vahn stood there for what seemed an eternity as the two mysterious men before him conversed with each other. He had long forgotten the remark of the man in blue and had been amazed by the both of their seemingly obsessions with hunting these people. It did not take a genius to sense the anger rising in the other man's heart, and it was already within that of the other man. His thoughts started to rise up into a prominent voice within him.
Why are these men so angry, and why should they wish to take the life of another? Does anyone have such a right? DOES ANYONE TRULY DESERVE THAT!?
Vahn suddenly realized the anger giving birth within him. His mind started racing to intercept it.
No, I have to stop it! If I change again I won't be able to stop myself. I have to stop it!
Vahn thrust his arms within his coat as to not direct too much attention when he preforms it. He cupped each one of his hands while keeping them parallel to each other. He then focused all of his rage, all of his hatred and fear directly into his hands. A bright red light started to shine in between his hands. Then a pulse of light shot out and all that was left was a small red bullet floating in the air. With sweating hands he snatched the bullet and quickly deposited it into his pocket.
That should do for now.
The sweat from Vahn's brow dripped slowly to the ground. This would do for now, but he would be devoid of emotion for about one hour. He walked slowly over to his corner of the room and sat down. He tried to force a smile as he sat and relaxed, still listening to every word that the two men were saying.
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Post by Araxis on Dec 7, 2003 20:47:05 GMT -5
"I assume you realize that you are a most despicable man; I shan't be helping you in your twisted crusade. I shall refrain from killing you, and I'm afraid I must be going now if I am to find someone else that knows the whereabouts of . . . Cethyn? Fare . . . well." Longshanks barely managed to spit out a proper farewell; he was angry enough to forgo the respectful expression--this man had made him so wrathful with his talk of the destruction of love--but knew that his honor would be at stake if he did not.
Fuming with rage, Longshanks grabbed his whiskey and left the counter to pace about in the bar, trying to alleviate his anger, intermitently swilling his drink. Finally he calmed down enough to remember the other man that had been standing nigh to him and the man in blue earlier, and the Orion glanced around in an attempt to locate him. He was sitting in the corner smiling; his smile was forced however, as Longshanks, with his knowledge of emotions and their corresponding expressions, recognized. How useful his empathy would be in this situation, and how unfortunate that bars were some of the worst places to use it.
Longshanks wandered over to the man in the corner. "Hail. You were speaking of adventure earlier, how you were yearning for one or somesuch? I may have such an adventure looming before me. Are you willing to hear more, or should I move on to someone else?"
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Post by Triunis on Dec 8, 2003 17:14:12 GMT -5
Setthirosa nodded, and held both his guns in his left hand. With his right, he reached into his coat and pulled out two metalic items in the shape of figure eights. These he attached to the ends of each of his guns. He opened them up, removed the light cartriges he had in them, and put in different ones.
Higher photon count. Better for situations like this. And with the barrel attachements . . .
He spun around on his barstool, an angry grimace on his face, and pulled the triggers. Instead of the normal photon blasts, the weapons released a machine-gun like spray. He waved the guns in random directions, and in seconds, blood decorated the walls of the taver. He didn't stop to see if everyone was dead. Instead, he hopped off the stool and simply left.
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Post by Araxis on Dec 8, 2003 18:10:28 GMT -5
A burning agony lanced through Longshanks' wings as the photon bullets ripped through tendons, muscles, and feathers. His cry of anguish rent the air sharply as he dropped to the floor, writhing, his tattered black wings smoking and tremoring. Crimson flooded his vision as rage and hate filled his heart, and through this now scarlet sight he caught the tail end of the man in blue's trench coat headed out the door. Infering immediately who had shot him, the Orion leapt to his feet, drawing his adamantium blade in the same motion, and charged forward, screaming his hate in a wordless call of inexpressable wrath.
That man would die. He would die for striking from behind like a Cython assassin, but more importantly, HE WOULD DIE FOR TOUCHING LONSHANKS' WINGS.
Longshanks dashed out of the tavern and whipped about, looking for the man that had shot his wings. The Orion located his whereabouts in a moment and he charged after him, long legs pumping hard beneath his ebony trench coat. Leaping over his foe (to come down in front of Setthirosa and therefore preserve his honor), Longshanks twisted catlike in the air to face his foe, raised his falchion high over his head, mustered every ounce of strength contained within his lanky body, and dropped down in front of the man, striking on his way to the ground.
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