Streets of the Town XIII

[AmberVael]

The crimson clad man waits until they are out of sight, then begins to follow them unerringly, despite the fact that he cannot see them.

[The Nine]

Once the three have reached a point directly below the Cornerstone they stop. Purple energy surrounds them, and they are gone, transported directly to the Cornerstone's main landing platform.

[AmberVael]

The man watches, narrowing his eyes.
Oracle?
They went to this location.
The crimson clad man gains a brief sight of the platform. He considers the situation.
They have done nothing of note within my vision.
He turns away and heads towards that universal spot- Trog's.

[wxdruid]

Alena spirals down from the fortress above, she lands lightly in front of Trog's and goes inside.

[Thriss]

Thriss exits Trog's and heads back to the Liza Jane

[wxdruid]

Alexander streaks out of the Tavern and through the streets. He runs as fast as he can away from blastamage. Wishing desperately that he had some clothes, it's cold outside.

[AmberVael]

The blasta almost literally shoots out of the tavern and slams into the wall of the building across from it. "AHA- OOF. They make stone harder every year, I swear." He chases after Alex.

[wxdruid]

Alexander screams bloody murder as he accidentally steps on a caltrop on his way out of Town. He hops the rest of the way out of Town.

[Rockphed]

A man in a green Robe starts chanting something near the edge of town. It sounds like a spell.

[AmberVael]

The blasta shoots a sparkling firework at the town behind as he runs out after Alexander. "This year I resolve to throw MORE FIRE! AHAHAHA!" He flees town.

[Rockphed]

As the fireworks illuminate everything, the robed man stops with a clap. A building grown of stone and living plants forms at the edge of town.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk exits the police station, oblivious to what might have occurred while he was neck-deep in work.

"I wanted to bust someone today, too..." He says bitterly.

[Renegade Paladin]

Gaheris left Iames' temple and went toward Trog's.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk looks around - "No crime here? Good." He travels to Trog's.

[The_Librarian]

Naivete leaves the slums alone with a purse of coins in her mouth, shifting restlessly within the simple collar. She paces for a while, sniffing the air and still feeling amazed by what she can smell. She reaches Trog's and recoils - no wonder Greeny sometimes complained. However, a guilty conscience takes her in anyway.
__________

The librarian leaves Trog's, pausing to tie the collar around her neck again. As she returns to a wolfish state, she sniffs the air and hurries back to the slums.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO flies down from the cornerstone, and walks to the police station.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes books it out of the temple. He may have gotten away safely but he still needs to hide. If anyone survives - especially that giant dragon - they'll think he was one of those fanatical assassins.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO leaves the station, and heads to Trog's.

[McBish]

Shea runs out of the Goldshadows and towards Inari's.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk steps out of the tavern and patrols the streets.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO flies out of Trog's, and heads for the cornerstone.

[Rebonack]

Something large and silvery trailing a golden wake streaks over the Town heading from the temple of Inari towards the Station.

[McBish]

Lillah leaves her house and makes her way to Trog's.

[Lykan]

Bridge sighs, climbing up one of the buildings and leaning back on the roof

Okay... No boyfriend, no friends... Dammit... You suck...

[Nevrmore]

Hawk sees the dragon fly to the station - He rcognizes it.

"Aww crap." He says. That guy only came to bring bad news. He shuffled inside.

[Isacus]

Gutbok enters the streets and heads for the omnishop.

[AmberVael]

A man dressed in crimson armor and wearing a matching mask steps out of Inari's.
Here.
The man fades away as he recieves an image of the location that Ac'tar portal'd to.
[hr]
The man comes out of Trog's and begins searching the streets. As he goes by the police station he notes a strange creature hanging out there.
This is the one we need.
He goes to the station.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes walks out into the street, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his new cloak.

If I have to abandon this body I must remember to take this beforehand. He notes.

[Isacus]

Gutbok walks from behind Desecrates and joins him in walking.

Good day sir. Nice cloak you have there.

[Nevrmore]

"Better than your clothes." Descartes gloats.

[Isacus]

Gutbok smiles.

I belive you could be a vital witness in an investigation, so can you inform me on where you are going?

((Yes, Gutbok is lying. xD))

[Gorbad the Limb Rippa]

A half orc wearing a dark cloak and hood walks in from the woods and walks off down the road,toward trogs

[wxdruid]

Alena walks out Trog's and as soon as her wings are free of the door she runs and takes off. She flies as high as she possibly can before she starts to sing. She pours out her heart and soul to Jovah, hoping desperately that he will hear her.

[Nevrmore]

Gutbok smiles.

I belive you could be a vital witness in an investigation, so can you inform me on where you are going?

((Yes, Gutbok is lying. xD))
"No."

((Like Descartes even cares XD))

[Isacus]

((:) ))

Well I'm afraid you are going to have to tell me.

[Rebonack]

Your sorrow is great, child. the voice sounds within and without and around Alena, though no others present perceive it. It's a beautiful, awe inspiring voice like the sound of a vast choir singing each syllable in perfect harmony. We have watched you with grief in our heart since you came to this place. What troubles you?

[wxdruid]

Alena looks around in confusion as she flies high above the town. My god will not answer me.

[Nevrmore]

"And why is that?" Descartes hisses. He hated being ordered around; Especially by a thrall.

[Isacus]

Gutbok once again shows the badge.

First of, the man the investigation is about, could kill you with ease. Second...

Gutbok pushes Desecrates into a back alley.

I can take you in for interupting a police investigation.

((I have to ask, are you bleeding from the hole in your head?))

[Tussy the Druid]

Tussy departs from Trog's tavern and slowly makes his way home.

[wxdruid]

Cassandra walks out of Trog's and down the street.

[Nevrmore]

((All the blood is gone now, but if you'd take off the cloak you could see the stains))

"I'm interrupting an investigation because you're forcing your will upon me without even telling me why? Cute." Descartes starts walking past Gutbok. "I haven't got time for you."

[Isacus]

Gutbok wants to stop Desecrates by grabbing him by the cloak, if he succeds, he will pull it off and will see the stains of blood.

[Weebl]

Weebl's ghost floats towards the Police station and shout "Boo!" behind peoples backs.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes feels a hand tug at the back of his cloak, pulling the hood down and revealing his head.

"Would you let go you egotistical sack of crap?!" He said batting his hand away. He didn't realize Gutbok saw the wound.

[Isacus]

Bingo.

You are under arrest for some sick for of assault (and murder?)! Surrender peasefuly or I will use force.

[Nevrmore]

"What are you talking about? Your charges are baseless."

Uh-oh, has he caught me?

Descartes positions himself so that Gutbok can't see his right hand, which is gathering a cache of psionic energy into itself.

[Isacus]

Gutbok draws his sword.

I'm warning you for the last time, surrender or get hurt.

[Nevrmore]

"Pah, better meatbags than you have tried."

[wxdruid]

Alena spirals gracefully back down to land on the ground. She looks around before finding a secluded spot. She hunkers down and pulls her wings around herself and casting a spell to hide her from everyone as she tries to make sense of her inability to be heard by Jovah. She puts her head in her hands and weeps for her lost connection to Jovah.

[Isacus]

Gutbok smiles.

Well than, why are you holding back?

[Nevrmore]

"Because I was gathering enough energy to do this." Descartes thrusts a hand forward, a cone of Psionic energy bursting out and flying torwards Gutbok. If it hits, it will leave him stunned for several seconds, not to mention knocking him back several feet.

"Mind Blast!" Descartes shouts.

[Isacus]

Oh crap.

Gutbok tries to dodge, but he mind blast hits.

[Rebonack]

You are far from your home in this crossroads of creation, child. The voice responds, pained by her dispair. Though you are not of our Flock, we can give you this hope. Trust in the one to whom you sing. Trust that you will be returned to your rightful place. Trust that the love of your god will lead you when the voice of your god will not. You must Trust.

[Nevrmore]

Got you.

Descartes projects a demand into Gutbok's mind. Let's see how fragile your little brain is.

Descartes concentrates and mentally tells Gutbok:

Drop your weapons and sit.

[Isacus]

Gutbok does not obey.

No way I'm going down this easely.

[Nevrmore]

"Strong mind for an orc" Descartes concludes. He thrusts a hand into Gutbok's chest - discharging a large Psionic blast while doing so.

((I gotta go eat dinner. Be back in a while))

[Isacus]

Half orc, you freakish slug.

Gutbok takes the hit unaware, fallin on the ground unconcious.

((I have to go, leave me there(except if you want to get me to the infirmary) and try not to go into my head.))

[Nevrmore]

Descartes watches Gutbok fall.

Worthless...

He contemplates eating his mind, but he knows it wouldn't be worth it. Grabbing him around the collar, The possessed man lifts Gutbok up and throws him out into the middle of the street. He walks away.

[Rebonack]

Both Regiji and 'Regiji' converge on Goldshadow Psionics. Regiji lands as softly as he can in an attempt to not look overly dramatic. Which is hard considering the fact that he leaves a shimmering golden miasma hanging in the air with each wingbeat.

Sal shows up shortly there after in the 'gumby' body, as Regiji put it.

The draconic creature's eyes go vacant for a moment and then slumps to the ground as if it had suddenly fallen asleep. Shortly there after it vanishes without so much as a 'poof'.

Regiji stretches a bit and then walks inside.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes can't believe what he just saw.

That...that dragon is a THRALL?!

His human teeth clench.

Of all the things in all the worlds and hells i could be, it's really a thrall in disguise?!

He couldn't tell, but the blue glow of his eyes intensified.

That is IT!

He heads for Goldshadow Psionics.

[McBish]

Shea leaves Trog's and slowly starts to wander towards Goldshadows.

[Wukei]

Loki walks out onto the street, growling and punches a wall. He cries out when it actually hurts.

[Lykan]

Bridge follows out afterwards, looking very upset

Please stop doing this! You're only going to make it worse...

[Wukei]

He sighs, dropping his fist from the wall. I just wanted him to trust me. Fudging hell...I'm giving my damn life for the man!

[Nevrmore]

Descartes walks from Goldshadow.

Where would I find a man in red armor with white hair? He thinks.

I should be quick, too. No telling how fast that thrall can steal that orb.
-----------------------------------
Hawk steps out of the police station and trudges into Trog's.

[Lykan]

Bridge sighs, hugging him

You can't change everyone, Loki... But he may in time, after he figures out what you've done for him...

[Wukei]

He sneers. I told you he likes hating me.

[Hawkeye]

Hawkeye appears in a cloud of purple smoke just outside the agency. He composes himself before walking in.

[Lykan]

Bridge shrinks slightly

I know... But you're still doing a good thing...

[Wukei]

Loki laughs bitterly. I'm supposing it depends who you ask.

[Lykan]

Bridge frowns

Well, now your talking to me, and I think you did a good thing...

[Wukei]

He smiles, Thanks, sweetie. Perhaps you should head on home, hm? Maybe if you tell Antony how awful I was he'll be chivalrous and come to defend your honour...

[Renegade Paladin]

Gaheris emerged from Trog's, shaking his head in exasperation. He started down the street, casting a glance up at the Cornerstone of Worlds as he left the area around Trog's.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes musters up some mental energy; This one should work. He blocks out the Goldshadow Psionics building but issues forth a telepathic call. It can be heard in the heads of anybody in a set range.

If you've white hair and crimson armor, come to the street in front of Trog's Tavern.

The call rings inside everyone's minds for a long while before finally dying away.

[Lykan]

Bridge frowns and looks at the ground

I-... I think he think's we're dating at this point... That... And I think something might be wrong with him...

[Wukei]

Loki frowns. Then confront him about it, huh?

[Nevrmore]

Several minutes pass and no one shows up. Worriedly, Descartes goes back towards Goldshadow.

[Lykan]

Bridge frowns

What if it's something I can't fix? What if something's wrong with his brain? He didn't look well when I saw him last...

[Wukei]

He smiles. Then confront his parents or his siblings, k?

He kisses her on the cheek. I've got to go, Cutie...I'll write. He winks and walks down the street, shivering at the fact that he's shirtless out in the snow.

[Lykan]

Bridge frowns, watching him go

Bye, Loki...

[Nevrmore]

((Seems like everyone in this whole town is impervious to mental callouts :smallannoyed:))

[wxdruid]

Alena finally uncurls and flicks her wings back as she stands up. She walks back into Trog's.

[wxdruid]

Cassandra walks back into Town and into Trog's.

[AmberVael]

The crimson clad man walks out of an alley and goes to Trog's.

[Rebonack]

Regiji steps out of Goldshadow Psionics and waits for Shea.

[McBish]

Shea steps out after him.

[Rebonack]

Regiji nods, then heads off to Trog's.

[McBish]

Shea heads off after him.

[Ramza Hawkwing]

A rough looking man runs out from Trog's, with a mug of grog in his hands.

Me payed!

[Rebonack]

Regiji and the hovering wolf hound make their way to an empty lot near the library with the scout whistling a merry tune the whole way. They stand there in the snow for a moment, then vanish.

****

Inside the sanctum, Regiji sets Boru down on his warm cushion. He then proceeds to his own bed and flops over.

"Zzzzzz..... *snort* try modifying the phase variance... zzzzzz..."

[AmberVael]

Earin appears outside of Goldshadow Psionics, his arms crossed and his expression stern.
((Earin glances at his watch, wondering how long it take to get out of a door))

[Nevrmore]

((Sorry, I was dealing with some drama on another forum))

Descartes walks out the door, stuffing miscellaneous items into his cloak's pockets.

[AmberVael]

Earin coughs.
"You might want to put those things back. Or pay for them."

[Fenhai]

Fenhai exits the temple of Inari and looks around for a suitable house.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes looks up.

Are you kidding me?! I manage to evade capture for the entire night then get caught because of a bad sense of timing?!

He thinks quickly.

"I already paid for these." He says.

"That purple winged fellow took my order, yeah. Money's on the counter."

((Go! Go levels in Bluff!))

[AmberVael]

"Exactly. Thats why the alarm went off on them, I'm sure."
Earin shakes his head.

[Fenhai]

Fenhai finds a suitable house and enters it.

[Nevrmore]

"Hey, that purple thing ain't the sharpest sword in the sheath. Must have made a mistake."

[Kyrian]

Kyrian appears in the streets, and stares at the house Fenhai just entered.

Oh gods, no...

He notices Earin.

Having a problem there, Earin?

[AmberVael]

"Look, I know what goes on in my shop. Grothok isn't even at the counter. In fact, he is asleep. Are you going to pay or not?"
Earin glances at Kyrian.
"Not much of one."

[Nevrmore]

Damn, and I thought that was pretty good, too.

Descartes roots around his pockets, retrieving the last handful of gold coins the body had on it beforehand.

"There. Can I go now?"

[AmberVael]

Earin counts them, then shakes his head.
"Sorry, but this too little even for my standards. You'll have to put some back."

[Nevrmore]

Descartes growls.

What idiot ever came up with the concept of monetary trade for items, anyway??

Descartes thinks.

If I start a fight with him, he may call that fellow, Regiji...

"...What do I have to put back?" He starts, reluctantly.

[AmberVael]

"Giving me the cognizance crystal alone should drop it to the correct price."

[Kyrian]

Sensing nothing else being needed, Kyrian enters Fenhai's house.

[Nevrmore]

((I can't help but think that the cognizance crystal is the best item and you're just depriving me of happiness :smallfrown:))

"Fine." He pulls the crystal out of the small pile and jabs it at Earin.

[wxdruid]

Rain races through the streets of Town

[AmberVael]

((Actually, I think Cognizance crystals are the most overpriced, terrible items you can get))

Earin takes it.
"Don't let me catch you at this again."
He vanishes.

[Kyrian]

Aramir runs through the streets after Rain.

[wxdruid]

Rain skids to a halt in front of the Temple and jumps inside.

[Nevrmore]

((Wow, you're right))

Descartes sighs. He's out of money now, and even though he still doesn't quite grasp the whole "currency" ideal, he figured he would need it again somewhere down the road.

To spend time, he looks at the other various items that he almost-stole-but-then-bought.

[Kyrian]

Aramir runs inside after her.

[wxdruid]

Tehanu beams down from the palace and tiredly walks home, she watches for Vahlziir until she finally reaches the Temple of Iames and goes inside.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk walks out of the library and onto the street. He begins his patrol.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian steps out of his temple, and heads for Trog's.

[wxdruid]

Rain and Aramir follow Kyrian

[Kyrian]

Kyrian reaches Trog's, and holds the door open for the cats.

[wxdruid]

Rain walks in followed by Aramir.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian smiles and enters.

[The_Librarian]

The librarian, Greeny and Kratos leave the slums together. While Kratos keeps racing ahead excitedly, the older wolf and paladin are subdued. They head to Trog's as always, searching for hot chocolate.

[Rebonack]

Regiji wakes and stretches. He gives Boru a bit of ear rubbing then goes about his morning routine. At its completion he steps onto the white symbol in the middle of the room and vanishes.

****

Regiji suddenly winks into the middle of a vacant lot near the public library which, he notes, is still blown up. He considers this sad state of affairs and decides to pay the poor librarian a visit.

****

Regiji steps out of the library and heads over to Trog's

[wxdruid]

Cassandra walks out of Trog's and heads towards the guild building.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes storms out of Trog's, grumbling.

"Stupid thralls, Ought to devour every one of their brains."

[Isacus]

Gutbok wakes up in the middle of the street.

What the... Oh!

He stands up and runs to the station.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes flies out the door, tumbling. He tries to get to his feet.

[wxdruid]

Rain races down the street, dodging anyone that gets in her way.

[Kyrian]

Aramir runs out of Trog's, and after Rain.

[Rebonack]

Regiji comes sailing out the door right behind Descartes. He tucks his shoulder down into a roll as he hits the street, the momentum carrying him within range of the squid-brained Incarnum user. The moment he rolls to a halt he lashes out with one leg to cut the host's feet out from under it. Incidentally, his normally bland brown boots are humming with opalescent kinetic energy.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes, hardly having enough time to think, throws up another shield. Regiji's boot hits it and shatters it, but the nerfed impact only causes the man ((squid-man? Host body?)) to lose his balance as his leg is swiped. He tries to hit Regiji with a Mind Blast as he's going down.

[Rebonack]

The Mind Blast hits Regiji, the force component of it only shoving him back several feet due to its dampened effect. The portion that's intended to leave the target dazed does and exceptional amount of nothing.

He darts forward again, his entire arm engulfed in scintillating energy as he leaps toward his prone target with a downward blow carrying the force of a pile driver.

((Go go Leap Attack!))

[Nevrmore]

Descartes is startled when Regiji gets up from the blast and charges him.

Damn, he wasn't confused at all!

As Regiji reaches him, Descartes drops, sticking his foot out, attempting to send Regiji over his head and splitting his skull on the pavement with a swift arcing motion.

[Rebonack]

Regiji's surprised when he finds himself shoved harmlessly away by the host. Since when did a little brain parasite have reasonable martial training?

His trajectory alters a bit in mid-air, allowing him to land somewhat safely as he strikes the ground.

And I do mean he strikes the ground.

His fist bites into the pavement, giving off what sounds like a thunderclap as all the snow in about a ten meter radius gets thrown outward. A steaming, glassy walled crater is blasted into the street. It's roughly a quarter of a meter deep and in all likelihood resembles what would have been left of Descartes' host had the blow struck true.

Regiji stands, shaking his fist off a bit and considering his next course off attack as he begins to circle closer.

[Nevrmore]

((He picks up a few good techniques from his host body))

Descartes quickly scatters to his feet, locking eyes with Regiji.

"What do you want with me, thrall? I've never done anything to you. At least, not as far as I know. I mean, I might have killed one of your best friends, or a relative or something when I was jumping from host to host, but it's not like I'd know that, do you know how many bodies I've gone through?"

((I can already tell he's made this situation considerably worse))

[Rebonack]

((Yes, but Regiji doesn't know he can do that =P))

Regiji shakes his head.

"It's the fact that you're killing all these people that I'm bothering you. And hitting me in the head with that chair didn't help your case much either," the opalescent glow begins to course around Regiji's fists again. "I told someone that I would help find you. I don't intend to break that promise. You can come to the station with me of your own free will, or I can rip you out of that poor man's head. The choice is yours."

And then, for no reason other than to ruin the dramatic moment, the probe comes zipping out of Regiji's pack.

"Wheeeeeee! Isn't it such a pretty day!" it squeals in delight, completely oblivious to the current situation. It darts into Regiji's face and begins bouncing around happily.

"Gah!" Regiji recoils and is momentarily distracted by the probe's antics.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes crouches down, getting a good look at Regiji's torso ((not in that way, he doesn't have a sex drive!)). Cupping his hands together, he makes a HA-DO-KEN motion, shooting out a large cone of Psionic energy with enough concussive force to crush a car.

"It's called a Survival Instinct, Thrall!" He shouts in media.

[AmberVael]

The crimson clad man steps out of the Goldshadow's and heads down to Trog's, then hears to the probe and the fight. He rushes towards it, drawing his sword and becoming surrounded by what appears to be a cloak of black mist. He hides as he gets close to the fight, watching it with burning blue eyes.

[Rebonack]

Regiji is struck by the force and dampened though it may be it's still enough to toss him across the street into a nearby building. He slams into the wall and slumps to the ground.

Moderate internal damage detected. Beginning repairs now. Note: kinetic energy capacitors inoperable, estimated time to repair twenty minutes.

Crap.

A moment later he stands; a slight trickle of silver fluid visable from the corner of his mouth. He's about to make some witty, cutting remark when a sizable snowdrift drops off the roof of the building he had just tested for structural stability and buries him completely.

[Nevrmore]

Who is this thrall? I've faced self-proclaimed gods who fell after that..

Descartes huffs...He had put a lot of focus into that one.

"An instinct you seem to be severely lacking."

He spits. Turning on his heel, he begins walking away, keeping on his toes incase the crazy meatbag manages to claw his way out in time.

[AmberVael]

The crimson armored man blurs in front of Descartes, his sword drawn.
Not so fast.

[Nevrmore]

"Look, thrall, I'd really love to humor you in your little game of cops and robbers, but I'm not in the mood. Step aside."

Descartes looks at the man closely.

Wait a minute...

White hair

Red armor

"You're the man that thrall -" He points at the Regiji snowman "-was talking about."

[AmberVael]

I am afraid I do not know what you are talking about.
Oracle?
See what he says if you leave him alone.
The man keeps out his sword, but does not move to attack.
What do you want?

[Nevrmore]

"Let me pose you a question; Did you ever get that orb from that thrall 'Regiji?'" He once again points to the titular man, still doing his best Soviet Russian version of making snow angels.

[AmberVael]

Why should I tell you that?
The man's burning gaze blazes a little more, whisps of energy pulsing from the eye slits in his mask.

[Rebonack]

((I'll let this play out with Regiji under the snow. I think it's a funny way to end a fight.))

[Nevrmore]

Descartes glances at the snow mound that is Regiji.

I certainly hope he's not coming out any time soon.

"I was just wondering, is all. I mean, he retrieved it pretty quick, and the way they wasted no time on using it on one of their thrall buddies, I figured they must have gotten it to you post-haste..."

He looks back at the crimson man.

"...Right?"

[AmberVael]

What makes you think that they gave it to me?
The crimson man's voice echoes hollowly behind his mask.

[Nevrmore]

"Well, all that talk about your ulterior motives and wanting it for your own personal gain sure painted it in a light like you really wanted it. I thought they'd be nice enough to oblige."

Descartes wonders if his true meaning is getting through to him.

[AmberVael]

What makes you, or anyone, think I wanted it at all?
The man lowers his sword a little, beginning to circle Descartes slowly.

[Nevrmore]

"Nothing but what I gathered from what the thralls said. The way they said you were not sefless made it seem so. But what do I know of meatbag culture?"

Descartes notes the man circling and tenses up.

[Rebonack]

The probe pops out of the snowdrift.

"Oh no! Regijiiiiiiii!" it cries melodramatically. It bounces through the air and begins orbiting the host's head. "Why did you hurt Regiji? He's the only one who loves meeeeeee!"

[AmberVael]

Not much, obviously. Your posture is wrong, you display your ignorance at every turn, and then try to pass yourself off as humanoid anyways. Why do you bother?

[Nevrmore]

"Because I dislike dying. If you meatbags were the cut above the rest like you so desperately wish you were you wouldn't succumb so easily to me. Survival of the fittest doesn't equate to survival of the races who can figure out to at least pull their heads out their asses to take a breath."

((That was mean, Vael :smallfrown:))

[AmberVael]

((IC! IC! Don't take this guy's words OOC! I like the crazy purple thrall-ball! I'm sure you can understand IC dislike though, considering that he burrows into people's heads, killing them and taking over their body))

Succumb so easily? Perhaps you shouldn't underestimate the 'thralls'... I know that you have been hounded ever since you came here. You'll be caught and killed eventually...

[Rebonack]

The probe, feeling ignored, drops into the crater Regiji had left in the street earlier and begins to cry.

"Nobody loves me anymore!"

[Nevrmore]

Descartes watches him as he continues to encircle.

"At least I'll die knowing I took a couple hundred thralls with me."

[AmberVael]

The man chuckles.
Wouldn't you rather just keep your life?

[Nevrmore]

"Some may call me psychotic, but I don't have a god complex. I'll die someday."

[AmberVael]

Why hurry it though? There's no need to bring the entire Town down on you.

[Nevrmore]

"Deep-seated hatred of thralls, mostly."

[AmberVael]

Ah. Racism. Fair enough.
The man turns around and begins to walk away.

[Nevrmore]

"What? That it? Don't disappoint everyone with an anticlimax." Descartes says passively as the man leaves the semi-fight.

[AmberVael]

The man turns around and gives a cold laugh.
I fight on the ground I choose, not in the middle of the streets.
He vanishes and reappears right in front of Descartes, speaking in a low hiss.
So you'd best be watching your back, because you'll never know when I strike.

[Rebonack]

The probe continues to wail inconsolably.

[Nevrmore]

"Dispensing melodram, a keen strategy." descartes says sarcastically.

[AmberVael]

Descartes can almost sense the man's amusement.
Keep that bravado as long as you can. I'll count on you being too arrogant and confident for your own good- which you obviously are.
He vanishes again.

[Nevrmore]

Feh.

He turns, finally acknowledging the orb wailing next to Regiji's (final?) resting spot.

"Hey! Shut the hell up!" He says, more than annoyed.

[AmberVael]

Apparently the man hadn't done more than shift himself a few moments foward in time. He reappears in the same spot, swinging his strange, adamantine/mithril alloy sword towards Descarte's thrall. Everything he does is entirely silent.

[Nevrmore]

"I said shu-ACCK!"

A woud appears across Descartes' body's chest. He jumps back.

"What in the nine hells?"

[AmberVael]

Descartes is answered by a low chuckle, but no other sound. The man becomes shrouded in mist and a blazing burst of blue fire spurts up around Descartes.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes looks around, confused.

"Come out, you bastard! Stop tormenting me with parlor tricks!"

[AmberVael]

((Um... the fire doesn't do anything? Despite the fact that it is blue, its still fire. Pretty damaging fire, in fact. Treat it like a fireball))

[Nevrmore]

((Um... the fire doesn't do anything? Despite the fact that it is blue, its still fire. Pretty damaging fire, in fact. Treat it like a fireball))
((I thought it was a will o'the wisp type thing))

Descartes cloak catches flame, his skin begins turning charcoal black. He looks down.

"NO! MY CLOAK!!" he screams, throwing it off

"I just bought that, you bastard!" The fire doesn't seem to be bothering him, even as it flayed down the layers of his skin.

[AmberVael]

The man chuckles again, then vanishes, reappearing above Descartes. He cleaves down with his sword as he falls.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes sees the man appear above him and hastily throws up a Psionic shield.

"So when did you decide that this was a suitable battle ground, thrall?" He says, jumping back and through the flames.

[AmberVael]

When I saw that I could catch you off guard, parasite.
He lunges in, then strikes again as he vanishes to appear at Descartes's side.

[Nevrmore]

"A lying thrall without honor, what else is new?!" Descartes evades the lunge, but is startled as the man materializes next to him. He gathers energy in his hand.

[Rebonack]

((Look at that. Someone other than Regiji finally got caught on fire.))

[AmberVael]

At least I'm not depedent on a 'lesser race' to survive!
The man swings his sword again, then backs off.

[Nevrmore]

A Psionic shield deflects the blast as Descartes does another backwards hop.

"Sounds to me like you're just insulting my shortcomings to cover your own. That's what most of you thralls do."

[AmberVael]

Just how are you better than us if you use our bodies? Your mind?
The man scoffs.
Lets see how your mind fares, shall we?
He sends a powerful, wrenching Mind Thrust at Descartes.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes's knees buckle as the assault rapes his mind like a million ice-cream headaches forcing him onto his legs.

"Psionic, too?" He chokes through clenched teeth. As the attack finally dies down he uses Mind Blank on himself to protect against another such attack.

[AmberVael]

The man concentrates, and Descartes can feel another psionic assault deflect off of his psionic barrier.
That won't save you, parasite.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO enters the streets through a portal connecting his world to the Town. The portal prevents anyone from entering his world, yet lets him leave.

He spots the battle occuring in the streets.
He hears the man say the word parasite.
Did you say parasite? I think I might've met the purple slime crawling around in that head.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes rises to his feet.

"I'll be protected from your assaults for 24 hours, meatbag. How protected are you from mine?" A Mind Blast issues forth from his hand, heading towards the man.

[Romulus]

Romulus flies up over the Town.

[wxdruid]

Alena walks outside and quickly takes off. She flies as high as she can and sings for her god, trying to get him to listen to her.

[Romulus]

Romulus notices Alena, and starts to fly over to her.

"Hey..Alena!"

[AmberVael]

The man cringes and falls back, but Descartes can feel that he is somehow.. unaffected as well.
The Overmind is underattack.
Shatter the shield.
A third of the man's mind manifests Shatter Mind Blank on Descartes.

[wxdruid]

Alena flies over to Romulus, Hello Angelo

((Angelo is a term of respect for a male angel))

[Romulus]

"Hello. How are you doing this evening?"

[wxdruid]

Alena looks down at the ground far below her, I miss being able to talk to my god and watch his response.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes feels his shield weakening. He shoots another Mind Blast at the man, barely saving his defenses.

"Why do you want to kill me, thrall?"

[AmberVael]

The man throws off the mind assault this time, then sends a spray of crystal shards towards Descartes.
It would come to this eventually anyways.

[Romulus]

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

[wxdruid]

Alena looks up at him, How are you tonight Romulus?

[Rebonack]

The mound of snow on top of Regiji begins shifting.

[Romulus]

"Doing pretty good myself. I've just been enjoying the air tonight."

[Nevrmore]

The crystals embed in Descartes' skin. He shrugs them off.

"All you thralls are the same. You think you're better than me, then my people, you condemn me for killing, and then you roundabout and do exactly what you accuse me of. You're all sickening."

He tries to cast Confusion over the man.

[wxdruid]

Well, I'm flying high to sing and see if my god will hear me tonight, *sigh* Alena flies higher.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO goes ove to the Regiji-shaped mound of snow, woondering if he should help Regiji, or if the guy chose to bury himself. SASO chooses to try to lift the guy out.

[AmberVael]

I do this to prevent you from doing what you do. If I can sacrifice one life to save many, I will do it.
In a flash of insane pecognition reflex, the man charges foward and strikes at Descartes's neck before the confusion hits him, trying to disrupt the power.

[Romulus]

Romulus flies up after her. "Would you like company, or would you rather be alone?"

[Nevrmore]

Descartes jumps back, the Confusion cancelling.

Then why aren't you slaughtering carnivores in the wild?

Descartes projects into the man's mind, as his host can't speak for a few moments.

Is it because you assume that your lives are any more important than they? If I am prejudiced than you are one hundred fold.

[Rebonack]

Regiji is pulled out of the drift with Omega's help and brushes the snow off himself.

He doesn't look very happy.

Not at Omega, but at the spiky armed guy fighting the fellow in the red armor.

"Thanks for the help, Omega," he points at the man with a squid for a brain. "Remember the parasite everyone's after? That's him."

He picks up a snowball and tosses it at Descartes' host. Normally such a projectile isn't very dangerous. The fact that this one happens to be traveling at about twice the speed of sound renders it very much so.

[wxdruid]

Can you sing? and harmonize?

[Nevrmore]

((You'd think the friction would instantly melt a snowball...))

[Romulus]

"I'm willing to try."

[AmberVael]

I'm not going to argue philosophy with a brain sucking parasite!
The man seems temporarily drained by his burst of psionics use.

[Lord Magtok]

((Is it boiling hot water when it hits Descartes's host?))

To Regiji:The brain-sucker again? I just killed Magtok, and I've walked into another fight?

To Descartes:Mind-worm, you are under arrest. Come peacefully, and your parts won't be scattered all over the streets.

[Nevrmore]

"The words of a thrall who doesn't want to step outside of his lonely little box!"

Descartes feels something like scalding hot water spread over his back and head. He turns to look at Regiji and SASO.

This day just keeps getting better.

[Shujaa]

((When Reptilus used the laws of physics in a battle in the town, it didn't work out so well. If we're going under the assumption that gravity and electromagnetism can be damaged by dragonfire, I'd say friction just doens't exist.))

[wxdruid]

Alena shrugs, Okay, she continues to fly upwards until there is barely enough air to breathe. She raises her arms towards the stars and sings.

[Romulus]

Romulus follows Alena and harmonizes with her.

[AmberVael]

Lonely? This from a parasite who's only company are the men who hunt him down to kill him?
He charges Descartes and swings his sword at him with three light but accurate blows, targeting tendons and arteries.

[Rebonack]

((You're killing cat-girls Nevermore =P Yes, it would likely be very fast moving steam by the time it hits. Would still hurt like hell though.))

[Nevrmore]

((When Reptilus used the laws of physics in a battle in the town, it didn't work out so well. If we're going under the assumption that gravity and electromagnetism can be damaged by dragonfire, I'd say friction just doens't exist.))
((We're going under that assumption? That's a pretty retarded thing to assume...))

Descartes let's all the swings ring true, slicing verious points that would probably be important to a human to protect.

"You don't get it, do you?"

He slams a palm into the man's chest and shoots another Mind Blast.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO notices that the brain-eater ignored him, and decides to teach him not to ignore an officer.

He attempts to telekinetically stop the already dead man's heart.

You brought this on yourself, brain-maggot.
You could've chosen any other town to feed off of. Instead, you choose the one with a police god, inhumanly powerful magic users, gunslingers from the future,...and me.

[AmberVael]

The hand strikes and adamantine mithral alloy. It probably isn't too good for the hand, but the metal is unaffected.
The attack rages through the man's mind, and Descartes can feel him weakening, but then a burst of psionics realigns the man's strengths and weaknesses. He suddenly becomes extremely strong, but his force of personality and sense of self... withers a bit. He cleaves a mighty blow towards Descartes's host's head.

[Rebonack]

((Reptilus' main problem was that he had no idea what he was doing. And that he was being a twink in his fight. It wasn't the fault of any universal laws.))

"Ah, yes... air friction..." Regiji mutters somewhat sheepishly.

Regiji holds his hand out flat, palm down. A very sizable volume of snow lifts off the ground an proceeds to compact into a sphere several multiples smaller. And still about a half meter across. He flings this at Descartes as well. A good portion will end up as vapor again, but there will still be enough mass to wholop the host pretty soundly.

If Regiji had accesses to a kitchen sink he would throw that too.

((Eat Orb of Cold!))

[Nevrmore]

Two birds: One stone!

Descartes drops to the floor as the hunk of snow sails over his head and towards the man, dodging the blow narrowly.

((I might have to go soon; My ass of a brother is home and will probably kick me off the computer. If I don't respond for a long time please try not to kill me

And SASO, I'll respond to your heart-stopping thing in the next post.))

[Lord Magtok]

((What about the heart-stopping move?))

[Nevrmore]

((Again: I'll respond to it next post.))

[AmberVael]

The high speed snowball smashes into the crimson armored man, staggering him. His sword scraps across the ground as he is forced back a few paces, off balance and stunned.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes feels a strange pain in his chest.

What the? He turns and sees SASO looking at him with intent.

Oh yeah... A smirk creeps across his face.

"That last time you stopped my heart," He shouts out to him, "I was just acting!" The parasite shoots a Mind Blast at him.

[Rebonack]

Regiji's eyes widen as the projectile smashes... Will.

"Damnit Sal! You're supposed to synch me up with my allies so that doesn't happen!"

Eerr, sorry Regiji. I didn't know if I was supposed to paint him as a friendly or not.

He shakes his head.

The KE capacitors are back up, by the way.

"About time..."

Regiji begins to stalk toward the host, his fists blazing with opalescent energy.

[AmberVael]

'Will' tries to regain his focus, but is having a hard time. Apparently the fight has taken more out of him than he had been showing.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin comes out into the street from the station and stretches her wings.

[Nevrmore]

((Waiting for SASO to reply so I can make my next move))

[Rebonack]

((It appears he's in a water-induced coma =/))

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin jumps into the air and pumps her wings, gaining altitude. She circles once, then sets off on an aerial patrol of Town.

[wxdruid]

Tehanu and Lyrak walk out of the Temple of Iames, he briefly stops to lock up, before they start walking to the countryside.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Lyrak looks around at the buildings, peaceful under the snow (and yes, the fight in another part of the streets and whatever noise may be issuing from Trog's counts as peaceful to Lyrak). I've missed this place, almost as much as I've missed you.

[wxdruid]

"This place, very strangely, has the ability to grow on someone." Tehanu lightly squeezes his hand as she walks next to him.

[Rebonack]

((I'm going to be gone for a couple of hours. Assume Regiji just stands there and looks menacing.))

Regiji just stands in the snow, glaring at Descartes' host and looking menacing.

[Lord Magtok]

((I'm back. Sorry. Little brother stole computer))

SASO fleis out of the way of Descartes's mind blast, and attempts to snap Descartes's host in half like a twig by telekinetically putting pressure.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Lyrak shrugs. I was born here. It's always been home. But I don't think I would have missed it nearly as much while I was gone if you hadn't come into my life. He smiles at her and squeezes her hand back.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Lyrak shrugs. I was born here. It's always been home. But I don't think I would have missed it nearly as much while I was gone if you hadn't come into my life. He smiles at her and squeezes her hand back.

[wxdruid]

Tehanu smiles back at him, "No, it wouldn't be the same. I am very happy that I met you," she walks closer to him.

[Nevrmore]

((Alas, I'm spent. I'm going to sleep soon))

Alright, this situation has become unmanageable

There's a moment of pure, undiluted pause. Nobody seems to move at all.

Then a head explodes.

In a glorious show of gore the host's body head goes like a balloon stabbed by a fork, sending blood and skull chunks in every direction.

Bye bye, thralls. Descartes sends into the minds of everyone nearby, incases himself in Psionic energy, and shoots off into the night sky. The host by falls to the ground and begins bleeding a whole lot.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO sighs, lifts up the body, and takes it to the police station.

[AmberVael]

The crimson clad man sways and collapses.

[Kenyon]

The Marshals storm down the street at a determined pace, fully armed. They appear to be heading for the Dead-Eye.

[Lord Iames Osari]

As am I, Lyrak says as they reach the edge of Town and go out into the Countryside.

[Lord Magtok]

On his way to Trog's, SASO notices the Marshalls, remembers some of them from the cornerstone, and stealthily follows them from up above, with a camo device active to blend in with the sky.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin lands next the the crimson-clad man and casts cure serious wounds on him.

[AmberVael]

He doesn't get up or even respond to the healing.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin turns the man over and puts her head on his chest to listen for a heartbeat.

[AmberVael]

Its there. But the man does not move at all.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin tries to find a way to remove the mask and armor to try and figure out what is wrong.