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Post by Tana Puhrmann on Jan 22, 2022 15:18:53 GMT -5
She would feel it. As soon as Reita uttered the phrase it would be as if someone had shot Tana through her own heart and a piece of herself was lost. Her hand would reach up to her chest, a snarl coming to her lips and her eyes closing. Adlai who sat beside her in the limo would look her way. He could feel Reita's presence when Tana communicated in this way, but his observation of the conversation was always one sided. He had no idea what Reita had said or done to Tana, but he trusted her to handle herself.
Tana frowned, opening her eyes once more to observe the vision of Reita sitting in the seat opposite her, but otherwise remained composed. Vespyr had died before, thought this time it felt different.
"Ya condolences are appreciated. Ah'll be lookin' inta' this personally. We'll speak on it later. You are correct though. A young man came ta' see me. He is verifiably of mah blood, but did not come from Nihilano. This appears ta' be Atreyu's son. He an' two of his sisters are here but are not of this world. He believes you are able to help them get back ta' where they belong."
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Post by Deux McCarrion on Jan 24, 2022 12:29:41 GMT -5
The smoke cleared the sewer tunnels eventually.
Boris opened his eyes, still submerged underwater. His right leg was crushed under a great deal of debris, and likely it was not recoverable. He felt no pain. The exoskeleton suit had done its work and kept him alive... but he had no idea for how long. As he struggled to move, and could see a large, scaly thing swimming towards him from above.
So this was his death. He wasn't very impressed.
He extended the arm blades and braced himself, the reptile would have to earn it.
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Charion would open his eyes suddenly, feeling the sudden loss of the weave connection. He glanced around with dilated and bloodshot eyes. He stared at Mia with a pained expression, as it seemed he was hearing her words, but not really listening. He didn't even look like Deux anymore. Every muscle was straining as he held himself back. He coughed blood and gripped his sides.
Charion and Deux were killing each other. Charion's voice was strained and hoarse.
"...Ye left me nae choice!" His eyes squinted hard as he dug his fingers into his own skull. He screamed in anguish as he gripped and ripped out the bloody chipset. Blood began to pour down his forehead as he pulled the dampening chip out, wires and all. He held the implant out towards Mia, shaking with rage. The weave surged around him, and the ground began to give way. He roared in fury as his eyes shifted red briefly.
It was Deux's voice Mia would hear next.
"Mia, it's too late! Get the hell away from me! Now! Fucking run, I can't hold-AAAAHHHH!!!!!!"
Charion looked into the sky. Thunder crackled and lighting struck his hand only to travel down his body. The implant surged and exploded into shrapnel pieces. He opened his blackened, clenched fist, and released a fine dust into the wind, which had kicked up suddenly. The gravity in the vicinity had lessened. Small rocks and debris floated a few centimeters off the ground as he ascended into the sky. He looked down at Mia with a brief glance of pity, and flew towards the city.
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Post by Mia § on Jan 28, 2022 21:52:28 GMT -5
Mia growled, bearing her fangs as her hands shifted into talons, a red arcing energy dancing between her fingers. If Duex cannot be redeemed, then he and Charion must be destroyed. Such a pity, but Duex would want it this way. Charion clearly did not realize she was a Demi-God.
She'd walk towards the edge of the rooftop she stood upon, the bits of rock and debris that had begun to float slamming into the ground as she walked past. She'd raise her hand to the sky, the red energy trailing down her arm now as she slammed her clawed hand down. Everything in the path of that hand, including Charion would be affected by a wave of energy. Gravity would triple. Cars would crush, birds would fall from the sky and slam to the ground, so too would Charion. She would kill and drain the one who killed her husband.
A dark grin would spread to her lips as she prepared to shadowstep to the fallen invader, only to suddenly vanish with a gasp. The palm of her hand would come up to her own chest. This feeling was impossible. It was as if a piece of her was just removed. She knew what it was, she could feel as the soul of her twin shattered. He had died before but this felt complete.
Mia dropped to her knees, the gravity of the affected area returning to normal as her concentration broke. There were too many voices in her head at once as power surged through her. The only question, which death to avenge first?
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Post by Aly'dra on Jan 29, 2022 23:06:00 GMT -5
Aly listened as Ilimetha confirmed the basics were covered and security would be beefed up. A knowing smile formed when she mentioned Aya and a small chuckle escaped.
"Oh yes, we can ensure she has the confidence boost she needs.”
Ilimetha’s tone would drift and that was not lost on Aly. She arched a snowy brow. She wouldn’t ask but if Ili wanted to share then Aly would listen. Even as she mentioned the caterers her voice still sounded a little far away.
"Caterers? I have not looked at all of the RSVPs. Any allergies or special diets we need to make alternate arrangements for?"
“No, ma’am. No one has indicated they have special dietary needs.”
Aly’s eyes watched Ili as she glanced at something else. The knit brows of concern were concerning Aly. This time she would ask but she would not push the topic.
“Is everything okay?”
She waited patiently while Ili moved things around on her computer before closing whatever files were open.
“No apologies necessary. I believe we are all set then - caterers are a go, entertainment is in place, RSVPs are in. I’ll keep you looped in if there are any last minute changes to anything.”
Something big was happening. Ilimetha didn’t have to say it for Aly to know. Her voice drifting, the distracted looks, and not to mention the rush to return from Vespyr’s. It all was rather telling but what exactly was happening she couldn’t say. She was confident that whatever it was…it wasn’t good.
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Post by Ilimetha on Jan 30, 2022 22:39:43 GMT -5
"Hm. I could have sworn Colin Robinson was lactose intolerant."
She'd mumble to herself in a far off fashion after Aly mentioned there were no dietary needs. Her mind was elsewhere and she felt instantly embarrassed as she was called out on it. Her attention snapped back to Aly, long ears perking up from beneath aspen white hair. Aly would wrap up and Ilimetha would nod in appreciation. She'd hold her gaze a moment, a question in those amber colored eyes. This was likely nothing, Vespyr using her resources as back up storage. Though he had to know she would read it. She should bother telling any of this to Aly. Would knowledge of the file pose a risk to Aly's life? She was about to shrug off the weird feeling when the humming began in her ear.
Ilimetha would full body shiver from the sensation, that long tapered ear twitching as she tilted her head to the side as if she had water in her ear she needed to shake out. At the same time, the lights in the building blinked, not long enough for the back up generators to kick in but enough for it to be alarming.
Ilimetha would stand from her chair then, looking out the window to catch sight of other buildings and streetlights randomly flickering or going out all together.
"Something else seems to be going on Aly."
An understatement to be sure. Her voice was still calm as she moved around her desk towards her friend, looking out of the western window towards the CdG building. The lights there and the neighboring McCarrion labs still seemed to be fine. That grid didn't seem to be having any issues, but if she looked out the window to the east, there seemed to be a great commotion within the city. Aly needed to know. Her gut was telling her something was about to hit the fan.
"I'm not sure what's going on. There has been more than one lockdown at the CdG tower while I had visited. Most of them were nothing or ended quickly. But tonight it was encouraged I leave instead of just wait. Just a moment ago Vespyr Puhrmann sent me a file. It contains personal research on his ability to manipulate time. I glanced through it. It's much more than that. It's high level and something you just don't send out by accident. Now power outages?"
The lights for her computer system would flicker on all around the office and the voice of her AI would speak up.
"Madam. There appears to have been an underground explosion in the area of Central Park. Troops have been dispatched to the scene and all citizens are being asked to stay indoors for their own safety. The explosion has caused a sinkhole, exposing the sewers below and has affected the power grid."
Ilimetha would look to Aly, simply shaking her head.
"Lore did the report state what caused the explosion?"
"No Madam."
"Probability of this being an attack?"
"High. The infrastructure surrounding the park was updated only a year ago after the rebellion riots following the death of Niwyn Tinkbottle. Accidental implosion due to infrastructure 10%. Calculations based upon location and current damage reported, 90% chance of intentional damage caused by an incendiary device."
"Thank you Lore." She'd just shake her head at Aly. "Central park is at least 5 miles away from CdG headquarters."
Again the lights would flicker, though none of the neighboring buildings seemed to have a problem.
"Lore?"
"Apologies Madam. There appears to be an electrical surge within the building. Pinpointing anomaly on the 11th floor. Maintenance has been dispatched."
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Post by Deux McCarrion on Feb 5, 2022 19:55:43 GMT -5
Charion had been swatted from the sky. He slammed into the ground, rolled and tumbled until he hit the side of a building. He wasn't strong enough to fight yet.
The gravity well barreled down upon him as he fought to stand. His nose bled as every muscle in his body strained, having lost their cybernetic augmentations. He had lost an eye in the fall after striking a piece of iron imbedded in a telephone pole. Charion stood and held his fist high, as the gravity welled around him. He steeled up the weave, summoning nature. The temperature and pressure of the city slowly began to rise as a supercollider storm formed overhead. Hurricane force winds began to batter the outskirts, as cars and mailboxes hurtled through the air.
Charion began glowing. Vibrant green and yellow strands of light rolled across his chest and head, then traveled all over his body. He was transforming, and his synthetic flesh was becoming real. His gouged eye was regenerating, just as the gravity pull had momentarily lost its hold. This was the few moments he needed to launch himself into the air.
The storm would rage Meridian for hours.
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Post by Deux McCarrion on Feb 9, 2022 8:58:01 GMT -5
~The Wrath of Charion McCarrion Part 1~
Some time ago...
Charion McCarrion had been imprisoned for over five thousand years.
Repressed. Sealed. Forgotten.
Deux efforts to disconnect himself from the weave had succeeded, and in doing so, he had shut off his other self permanently. So he thought.
Charion was forced to watch as he snuffed out his mother’s life with his own hands. This is how Deux tested the prototype weave dampener, because he knew Illyana would be the only one who could stop him. Rift McCarrion lost his mind once he learned of this atrocity and became reckless, as the essence of his personality burned away to nothing and gave in to his inner demonic self. In a heinous attempt to draw his father out, Deux mortally wounded an aging Lady Victoria while taunting his father through a remote communicator. Father and son both decimated the planet of Pyra fighting one another in a bloody brawl to the death. It was said that Rift had filled with so much rage that he actually destroyed himself in the attempt to avenge those he loved, extinguishing like a fiery sun. The entire realm collapsed with Deux as the only survivor.
Decades passed. Deux began hunting down anyone who opposed him with an incredible ruthlessness. Powerful immortals began to fall as Deux systematically eliminated them. Shayanna Griffinsbane and Illearas Shadowstar were among the first. They were followed by Xi’an, Monroe, Andromeda, and Erin, then all of those who had called his father friend over the course of his very long life. Those Deux could not destroy were bent to his will with an indestructible fist.
Deux began using the McCarrion assets to build a massive empire, making Meridian his underworld headquarters as he commissioned building after building. Soon, he controlled his own army of mercenaries and loyal followers, and with the partnership of the CdG, he helped run Meridian. Meridian had become a place where the Weave did not flow, but remained stagnant in small pockets as dampening technology was made common. McCarrion Labs became a subsidiary of the CdG, and Deux furthered the technology further by collaborating with Vesper Puhrmann, the son of his father’s arch nemesis Tana. These plans were financially backed by CdG funding. The weave dampeners became infallible as they were perfected. Their efforts resulted in the construction of a massive satellite dish to disrupt the connection across the entire planet. In time, he married Vespyr’s sister Mia Puhrmann, further cementing the bond between the CdG and the McCarrion legacy. Deux inevitably became incredibly rich and powerful as he and his wife’s influence grew. Relatively soon after tying the knot, Deux implanted a weave dampening microchip in his head to ensure he remained in control for the remainder of his existence. Charion, who had already been rendered powerless to manifest, faded into his own subconscious.
Deux forgot about Charion in time. And a lot of time passed. Charion fought as hard as possible, attempting to defy the dampening technology, and in doing so, became increasingly powerful. Charion began to build up a resistance to his own mind prison. He resolved that he would avenge his family one way or another, no matter how long it took.
Meanwhile, Deux sent all manners of hitmen and bounty hunters after his sister Lilith, many of which never returned. On the day he personally captured her, he rendered Lilith blind. Deux could not justify killing his last blood relative, so he chose to contain his sister for experiments. More time passed. All of Deux’s enemies had been captured or killed, and his stubborn family had been more or less dealt with. Deux settled down with Mia and gradually pulled away from the main operations of the CdG, allowing Vespyr to be promoted within the ranks. His days were filled with luxury, romance, and golf. He began to acquire hobbies such as beekeeping and playing the piano.
Deux returned to the field from time to time as a contractor when he became bored, but Mia took over full operations between the CdG and McCarrion Industries. The years rolled on.
Charion had to helplessly watch all of this happen, almost fading completely out of existence.
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Post by darkheart on Feb 12, 2022 12:21:24 GMT -5
There would be a gentle whisper of air that brushed past Ilimetha's ear as the shadows bent and from seemingly nowhere a drow dressed in a purple suit and a black shirt stepped forth. He wore stylish sunglasses and had a single gold hoop earring in his right ear. On his left hand he wore a gold ring with a silver palm inlay. In his left hand he held a onyx cane topped with a silver carving of a fly that seemed to radiate a sickening feeling of death and decay. Any drow would easily recognize the tension of Baalzebul, second to Azmodeus radiating from the calm figure who had shed his battle armor. He was not always a monster, after all. The cane would tick against the tile as he wordlessly walked past Ilimetha, reaching up to trace Aly's ear with his fingertips in an almost sensual manner as if inspecting her for sale. He didn't have to introduce himself to Ilimetha - she had been there when he struck down Ema'laeth's house on Nathe's behalf, leaving only the consort alive. Had Z'ress been there, he would have engaged the lad as well, but he had already made off long before under the fear of Nathe's tyranny. A contract killer of the cruellest nature, Kil'atha took only the hardest jobs for the nastiest of individuals. While the young man he was engaged with now did not seem to be his normal clientele, there was definitely an air of something ancient and dangerous about him, and the drow...appreciated it? It was strange but so was existence. Dropping his hand slowly, he turned to Ilimetha, his purple eyes illuminating behind his shades briefly as the stench of death increased for a moment before the light faded.
"You know who I am and presumably why I've come. You'll turn over the files to me and destroy them on your server. Any attempt to resist, distract or deceive me and you will find the end of your escapades here. Know that while I will surely kill everyone who associates with you, I will leave you alive. I will take your arms, legs and eyes and drag you to the rankest pleasure pits in the Underdark where your body will be sold for coppers to the vilest of fornicators to use you as their wastrel pleasure dumpster."
He would take a slow step forward and caress Ilimetha's cheek with the back of his knuckles, his voice a coy, false tone of concern.
"What a waste of one so...delectable. Chop chop, now. I'm waiting."
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Dessicated bodies lay all over McCarrion headquarters, littered amongst fused hunks of metal and sizzling exposed electrical wires. Security turrets dropped from the ceiling, opening fire and all of the bullets changed mid air to lazily dropping cherry blossom petals. With an exertion of will the turrets were subjected to dense gravity fields, compacting into small ball bearings and dropping onto the floor, cracking the tiles into craters as the sheer density of the compacted metal pressed against it. Two more guards rushed in to attack the blue haired elf when they spontaneously combusted. Atreyu had simply encouraged their mitochondria to burn all available calories in their body, raising their body temperature to several thousand degrees in mere seconds. Vespyr was dead, Charion was free for the moment and Mia was distracted. Surely Tana was busy with her only son dead and whatever chaos was taking place. It was finally time to make his move. Descending to the deepest recesses of the building, he turned doors to ash and security to atoms as he neared the cell. He could feel her energy pulsing from several meters away. The rage was luxurious. The doors to her cell evaporated into mist and her bonds were reduced to water. The nano-technology that Vesypr had created was turned to protein and absorbed by her body to fight malnutrition. As the blind elf's body dropped from her suspended platform, he called out to her from a distance.
"I am neither your friend or your enemy, Lilith. I'm merely here to set you free. The winds are changing in Meridian tonight - feel free to dance within them."
Smiling a cruel smile, he turned away from her and moved back towards the street. He had been servile long enough. It was time to take his place as ruler of this city.
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Post by Ilimetha on Feb 13, 2022 16:03:33 GMT -5
Ilimetha would stop speaking and stand perfectly still as the air brushed along her ear. It happened at precisely the same time hurricane speed wind and rain began falling outside and the sound of it beating against the building made her question a moment if it was a sensation from that or something else. After all, Mia Puhrmann had the ability to meld and transport herself through the shadows despite the magical dampeners. Perhaps she had found a way into her fortified office.
Ilimetha would turn her gaze to Aly sharply as the figure finally formed near her associate, a look of surprise crossing over her features as her initial gut instinct had been correct but the person responsible had not. This was not the lithe feminine figure of Mia Puhrmann, but a Drow in a purple suit that to her, looked more like a pimp with his cane than anyone trying to be fashionable. Indeed, he needed no introduction. She could only hope that Aly wouldn't do anything rash as it wasn't every day someone magically teleported into the building.
Kil'atha would turn and move to approach Ilimetha, reaching up to gently trace his knuckles across her cheek. She'd click her tongue and roll her eyes at the threats before brining up her hand to lightly push his away from her face. She'd instead lean in, and press the softest of kisses to his lips. A touch reminiscent to the last time they had encountered each other all those years ago. Before he went and destroyed her home.
"Such a dirty mind. What was the last thing I said to you Kil? Pretty sure it was to leave the stench of Baalzebul behind when you come to visit me."
With a hand upon his chest she'd push him to arm's length and with an open palm smack him hard across his face. She could do more. She should do more. She had once been quite the assassin for House Barrajusron despite her lack of powers. He destroyed her entire life and left her with nothing but her life back then. No items of enchantment. No money. No contacts. Nothing but her wit to keep her alive. Back then she wondered why he had left her alive and would have rather he had just finished the job and just killed her with the rest of the house. She had fought her way to Meridian and used other skills to pay her way. Time though would bring her back to her old self and now she had her own house. The killing she did now was to protect those within, not just her own self interest.
"Aly'dra. Meet Kil'atha. One of the deadliest killers I have ever known and former... oh what's the Meridian phrase... friend with benefits?"
She'd give Kil a cold smirk before casually moving away and purposely turning her back on him to walk to her desk. He could have pushed a blade into it already when he snuck into the office, he might yet still. Though he would recall she was not without her own dangers.
"Sit down Kil. Can I get you anything? Tea? Cake? A quadruple amputee who likes it rough since that's what it takes to get you off these days? Perhaps you'd be so kind as to explain yourself while you wait. I have a feeling you're at least partially aware what's going on outside these walls."
She'd bring up the bio scanner inlayed upon her desk so she could open up her interface. Several thoughts running through her mind and most of the them questions. Vespyr had been compromised. With Kil'atha's presence there was no question about that now. But if these files were so important or ground breaking why send them to her. Was it a gift? A way out of this wretched hell of a city with no muss or fuss. Not that her life here was poor by any means but as obvious, the dangers were quite real. Or was she supposed to be one of the last places anyone would think to look. Someone he might've trusted. Though his reasons, especially at this point, were beyond her.
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Post by Lilith McCarrion on Feb 13, 2022 18:34:41 GMT -5
Lilith's form shuddered with every move as she crumpled to the floor. How many years had Duex kept her in that pod. How many years had it been since she even moved a muscle on her own accord. How many years had she been trapped within her own mind. Kept in an unconscious state and experimented on had caused her body to revert to a more demonic looking state with no glamour to hide the darkling fae's true nature. Dragon like wings shuddered as they stretched out for the first time, horns twisted from her temples to curl back and around so that the tips pointed towards her face, tips that had been sanded down to blunt the ends. Long black unkempt hair trailed down her moderately clothed body and stuck to her skin. Slowly she'd reach up to touch her face, pulling the bandage away from red skin. No eyes were left within that scarred face, only a green glow that matched the emerald color that her eyes used to be.
Someone was speaking to her and yet she was too disoriented to make out the voice. Lips would curl in a snarl as she'd weakly try and gauge her surroundings, vibrations coming to her as the man walked away. A start. She may no longer have her eyes but she had a way of using other senses.
Alarms were going off in the medical ward. With Lilith being disconnected it would look as if she had flatlined and they'd rush to her holding pod despite what else was going on within the building. Lilith could sense their hurried and thunderous steps and worked to stand upon shaky legs. Where was she again? She didn't even know. But she was at least certain she didn't want to be touched.
The medical team stopped right outside of her pod, surprised to find her standing, albeit unsteadily on her own. She'd take a step backwards away from all the voices that were trying to speak to her at once and a familiar tingle slipped up through her form. Was this the weave? She'd almost give a sigh of relief as the shadows within the pod thickened and coalesced around her, pulling her from the location and medic staff.
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Post by Deux McCarrion on Feb 13, 2022 19:17:15 GMT -5
~The Wrath of Charion McCarrion Part 2~ CLICK FOR MUSICCharion touched down silently on the street and strode by Atreyu, walking straight towards McCarrion Labs. “Tis’ nae damn well enough. Thank ye, for what it’s worth. …For everything.” He paused. “We will nae meet again.”
The wind kicked up as Charion rose and drifted down the street through the air, touching down in the tech district of the city. The alarms had sounded and the orange glow of fire lit up the storm clouds. The air pressure was increasing rapidly as the darker clouds rolled in. Charion McCarrion was done watching. He wore a tattered Japanese kimono that belonged to him ages ago. Charion looked up at the building that bore his name with pure spite. Lighting streaked across the sky as a supercollider thunderstorm swelled overhead. Charion’s eyes began to glow unnaturally blue. His long white hair whipped around in the wind blasts that swirled around him. He took in a deep breath, feeling the full wrath of nature entering his lungs. Every bit of his mother’s once dormant power surged through him now. He soon felt the rage of his father boiling in his blood, which gave him the willpower to strike. He began to weep. So many more had to die. Deux’s mercenary reinforcements had arrived in full force. They fell in, surrounded him, and immediately opened fire with semi-automatic rifles and shotguns. Lightning crackled through their bodies as Charion blasted through their ranks and their bullets struck him. He blew through the blown out interior of the building, wildly lashing out with lighting and wind. He steeled his will with vengeance as he violently killed each assailant using all of the elements. He spared no one in his path as he shook with fury. Deafening alarms blasted throughout the halls while everyone in the bunker beneath the building attempted to flee. Bullets had riddled Charion’s body, but the fae magic restored him just as quickly. McCarrion Lab’s foundation began to crack as the earth opened up from below, and the entire skyscraper tilted as the power cut in a few flashes. The winds of the raging storm shattered all of the windows from the outside as the darkling fae god collapsed the ground floor. The heaving earth gave way as Charion broke through the floors, bypassing all of the steel and security measures of the basement levels. Soon the structure of the tower began to dissolve and crumble as nature reclaimed it. The tremendous crunch of collapsing steel and shifting earth echoed through the streets. A mythril metal containment chamber slowly rose from the darkness from far beneath the floors, and cracked open from the sheer pressure. “…Nae. Ye dinnae.” Charion’s eyes turned to a normal color of blue for a few seconds as they filled with tears. He sobbed and pounded the thick glass in despair. “What’ve ye done with Lilith!!!!!!!!!!!?” his voice cracked. His heart broke. He had no idea how to help her. Then glass began shattering. Just below, another containment chamber’s observation windows blew out as an object broke through. Sharur flew to Charion’s hand, taking the form of a war club as he nodded in recognition of his old friend. Charion closed his eyes and grimaced with pure, white rage as all of nature’s might seeped through him. No words needed to be exchanged with his lost companion. The darkling fae god clenched his teeth as his electric teal eyes opened with determined resolve. Lighting struck the satellite dish high above, sending pieces everywhere. The water main exploded outside, flooding the streets in a deluge of water as rain began to pelt down from the storm. From one of the tiny specimen jars fell a single seed, the weave flowed into it which caused it to split open and grow. It expanded into a series of instant vines. As the greenery covered the walls and the ceiling, it coursed through the wreckage and held the collapsing building in place. The foliage grew insanely fast and filled every space it could reach, sliding through the plumbing and ductwork, braiding through the broken windows and steel beams, holding it all together. The vines wrapped around anyone who encountered them. The lucky ones were crushed to death. Rising higher and higher up the tower, the quick moving plants whipped the weave dampening satellite dish apart as it slowly pulled the building down. All of Deux’s remaining personnel had either died badly or fled. Half of the CdG building’s exterior was soon enveloped with a network of greenery that connected and anchored the lab, keeping it from completely collapsing. Lilith’s empty chamber cell began to rise through the wreckage and float upwards, held in place by a series of vines and roots that cradled it. Charion grasped the side of it as it rose to survey the massive cloud of nano-machines forming above them. He focused, rippling and cascading bolts of lightning nearby. The air filled with electricity as the swarm began to pop and explode from the intense power. They fell with the rain into the rising waters. Sharur drifted from Charion’s grasp and began acting independently, glowing and bristling with energy, already fulfilling its master’s will. Charion began decimating the forces brave or ignorant enough to engage him. Automated mechs and platoons of McCarrion Special Forces arrived only to be met with massive waves of water and ice. Tanks and vehicles slid sideways into lava pits as the earth tilted and turned under them. The CdG’s paratroopers and snipers were dispatched nearly immediately with fire showers. Sharur drew massive plumes of water from the main and flooded the entire area. Lilith had to be found. The sentient weapon Sharur would wait for him to aid in the search. After wiping out countless waves of CdG and McCarrion forces with pillars of ice and collapsing earth, Charion flew high into the stratosphere and swept away his tears. He turned to catch an artillery shell that had been fired directly at him. He immediately sent it hurtling back to its source, which exploded in a massive fireball moments later. As attack helicopters and fighter jets approached, they were torn asunder by tornados and hail. Charion’s lips tightened as he created a mid-air hurricane to wipe out the remaining aircraft. The sky became dark over Meridian. Charion unclenched his fists and gazed upon the destruction he had wrought. He felt no guilt as he surveyed the planet’s surface. He felt at peace, momentarily. He could clearly see tactical missiles inbound now. He flew higher and higher, watching them explode as he traveled out of their range. As he rose above the stratosphere, he soon found himself gazing into the black emptiness of space in absolute silence. His profiled silhouette lit up as Deux’s automated satellite defenses went online. Charion was being targeted by a rail gun. His fiery blue eyes narrowed at the distant McCarrion Industries satellite owned by the CdG. His fists clenched as he formed into a blinding fiery blue comet. The satellite could not calibrate as it attempted to triangulate his position. It came to life as a huge orange bits of light shot out. The blasts of light flew outwards just above Charion, but were getting closer. The firing ceased as Charion’s comet form tore through the satellite, obliterating it in a quiet explosion. The pieces of shattered metal flew out into space and the flames dissipated quickly. Charion closed his eyes. His rage simmered. He felt so alone in the moment. As Charion looked to the atmosphere below, he drifted high above the planet, taking it all in. He had seized command of the entire weave, ascending to his mother’s place in the Pantheon. He was now the Celtic Fae god of nature. Charion McCarrion had much to undo. He would never abandon his sister, and he certainly hadn’t forgotten about Tana, Mia, or the Coup de Grâce. He wasn’t done with Deux, either, even if it meant his own demise.
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Post by Aly'dra on Feb 13, 2022 19:33:20 GMT -5
Aly’s head tilted a bit as Ili mumbled to herself. It was possible Aly made an error.
“I’ll certainly double check everything to be sure any dietary needs are addressed.”
Aly’s eyes would look up when the lights blinked. Something was going. Aly felt a rush through her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Once Ilimetha stood to move to the window Aly lifted her hands and looked at them for a moment with a look of curiosity. It was almost a foreign feeling but her magic was back. She stood and moved a bit closer to the window to see what was happening. She listened as Ilimetha spoke about the file as she looked out the window.
”Something else is going on is an understatement.” Aly paused for a moment. ”The magic dampeners seem to have been removed…”
They could speculate on what was happening but that’s all it would be - speculation. What she was sure of was that she could use her magic again if she wanted to. She wiggled her fingers a bit as she continued to watch out the window. It'd been a long time since she was last able to use her magic. It was tempting to try and use it. But there was no real reason to use it at this moment. Her eyes would move to Ilimetha as Lore started to speak. A brow would perk at the mention of the 11th floor.
“Do you want me to go ---”
Her voice trailed off mid-question. She smelled it before she felt or saw the intruder. She wasn’t going to go check on anything. Her body tensed and her ear would flick as Kil’atha’s finger traced it. She fought her natural instinct to take down the person touching her. Instead, Aly stood completely still, holding her breath for a moment. The look of surprise on Ilimetha’s face was not one that indicated this was a person she was happy to see.
Aly breathed again when the drow moved away from her. She remained still as the intruder moved to Ilimetha. Aly’s mind raced with all the things she could do to protect herself, Ili, and those in the building, especially with her magic back. She thought better of it because doing something would most likely do more harm than good. For now, she’d stand there, watching the interaction between Kil’atha and Ilimetha. Aly’s expression remained cold but she nodded ever so slightly when Ilimetha introduced them.
Finally, she moved back to the otherside of the desk and sat down in an empty chair. She gestured towards the other empty chair as Ilimetha asked their “guest” to sit. She'd sit back in her chair. She was still on high alert but looked more relaxed than she was a moment ago.
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Post by darkheart on Feb 13, 2022 22:46:53 GMT -5
Kil would sense the magic forming at Aly's fingertips and a slow smile spread across his recently kissed lips. Brushing his fingers across them, he pulled at the poison Ilimetha had pressed there with his own magic, forming it into a tiny sphere. With a flick of his wrist, the globe flew into Aly's mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Shaking his head, he chuckled. He had long ago figured out how to bypass Vespyr's little net. He rarely spent time in Meridian, but he'd found it terribly inconvenient nonetheless to be tagged and tracked. He'd often tried to find a way to break in an free Lilith, but for his countermove to Vespyr Deux had even better security. He was an assassin, after all - not a commando. Deux's particle demoleculizers would have ripped him apart atom by atom if he'd tried. He'd always loved her, and perhaps this was why he felt the need to help the new kid - apart from the feeling of commonality. Rubbing his fingertips together as if dirty, he sighed.
"Same old Ilimetha - so devious and sneaky and yet....so predictable. I do hope you have an antidote for that. Otherwise, it was nice to make your terribly short acquaintance, Aly'dra. And what's with all the hostility, Ili? The insults and the barbs...if I had feelings you might hurt them."
He looked at his clothing, a minor jest in his own right that he felt sure she'd picked up upon, and with a shimmer his oiled leather armor and cloak lost their glamour and became visible. The staff remained the same, however, and it seemed to beg for her blood almost audibly at her insult to the Archdemon. He sniffed quietly, shaking his head.
"I'm pleased to stand, thank you. And I suppose I could answer your question while I wait upon your stall tactics and boorish socializing. I haven't a clue what's going on out there. Some kid that looked like Vespyr but not showed up and enlightened me to Vespyr's research, which he apparently sent you. I doubt your dim little mind can fathom the concepts of multiversive transference, but I suppose I'll give you the Drow Whore's cliff notes version of it. The new kid isn't from our reality....he has the ability to push into parallel realities. There are complications, of course - such as one cannot exist in a world where a version of yourself already exists. I'm quite familiar, you know, since I have always had a connection to my others. I found it fascinating that he knew. Anyway, Vespyr was onto it and was seeking a way for the two of you to run off together away from this place. Can you imagine? Apparently since you let him dangle his bait in your swamp grotto he developed an attachment. Given that I put a bullet through his brain, he won't be making the trip. He apparently wanted you to have the ticket out, however. That simply can't happen, I'm afraid. Outside of the fact that you would sully any reality you put your shabby self in, you also run the risk of collapsing time and space if you get it wrong. And, well, we really can't let Mia get her talons on it. Can you imagine her somewhere else? She'd likely form a Chinese dictatorship and rule the world if given the chance. So I'm here to take it off your dainty hands unless you make me work for it. Then, well, you know the rest. Now do hurry up my little strumpet, or I shall have to get on with the butchery, and...well...I don't want the stink of your blood on my armor if I can avoid it. It took weeks to wash your taint from my body after I wrecked yours...amazing Vespyr could even get pleasure, given he likely barely touched side wall with as many young drow had their way with you after I burned down Ema's little kingdom...
There was a groan outside as McCarrion Industries was being torn apart, and the carnage would begin to cause bedlam in the streets. Shaking his head at the pathetic fear these mortals had, he turned back to Aly'dra.
"Still doing okay there, love? You're looking a little pale. Go ahead and use your magic on me if you think it wise. Come now...if Ilimetha doesn't have the cure for you I could at least make it painless for you."
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Atreyu would nod to Charion as they met. He'd never liked Deux's pompous attitude - than and the fact he'd killed his old man - and he supposed he liked this one better. As the destruction rained around him, large chunks of concrete and steel fell like rain against the street. Those that would crush the elf himself exploded into cherry blossoms, floating down around him like Caesar on entry to Rome. He idly wondered what his mother was doing in town as he felt her light even from here. It was shaping up to be quite the night, and he wondered how his student was taking all of this. Losing her husband and brother in the same night might just be the shove to push her over the edge. Pity, that.
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Nathan would be sitting at a deserted cafe, having helped himself to a double espresso and watching as Charion lit up the night sky. So much for a quiet in an out. He supposed he'd have to find Niwyn and Zella soon. He couldn't very well leave them behind. When the air around him warmed, he smiled into the small cup, waiting for Rieta to sit beside him. Turning to her slowly, he smiled at her regal beauty.
"Hello Great-Grandmother. We have much to talk about...I fear we must do it quickly. It appears this place is coming unglued..."
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Caliban McCarrion
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"I suppose I'll just will myself into existence, then. Maybe nobody will notice."
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Post by Caliban McCarrion on Feb 18, 2022 16:18:41 GMT -5
~CLICK FOR MUSIC INSPIRATION~
The supercollider storm raged above the city of Meridian as a lone motorcyclist travelled on the parallel highway. The storm swelled, as it began snowing. In the distance, lighting strikes were focused on the McCarrion tower as it slowly fell to the earth. Caliban McCarrion had been alone for most of her life, but in light of her life falling apart, she decided perhaps she should check in on her step-mother. She doubted her father would be around, but she didn't really care either way. He had erased himself only to become a person with traits that she despised, and for that reason they had become estranged. In midst of her delayed attempt to reconnect, she seemed to have coincidently picked the worst possible time to visit. She ducked down in her form fitting leather jumpsuit and cat-eared helmet. She blasted Trent Reznor as the winds threatened to push her off the road. Her bike was a custom job she built herself, reminiscent of a different time and place, but it was unnaturally heavy and had very good tires. The vents began to glow purple with gravity spells. Caliban drifted the bike into the heavily damaged city as she realized this was likely going to be a rescue rather than a social call. The motorcycle's wide tires became spiked as the snow continued to fall and she drove onto ice. There was no traffic, so she opened up in the middle of downtown Meridian towards the the CDG... the floodwaters had frozen solid. The prodigal daughter had returned.
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Post by Ilimetha on Feb 18, 2022 22:45:51 GMT -5
A white snowy brow would arch upwards at Kil as he peeled the gloss from his lips, made it into a solid ball and directed it to Aly's throat. She looked at him as if he was being foolish.
"Last I checked Aly didn't have an allergy to coconut or mint. I'm pretty sure she will be safe." She chuckled lightly and went back to her work. In truth, the gloss did contain a mild aphrodisiac. A product all of her Courtesans had access to and had built up an immunity. She had just left Vespyr's suite after all, but had forgotten about it. The thought of it affecting Kil now amused her. Too bad he didn't let it linger.
Ilimetha listened as she brought up her computer. The holographic heads up display coming to life in front of her. She only needed a few clicks to get to the file at this point, but she wanted to hear his explanation.
"No. I cannot imagine. All of this is well beyond my whore's mind to comprehend." That pleasant smile and mask continued to grace her features. He knew better than to think such petty insults would crack her, what kind of a romantic sap did he think she was. She might've gotten to the point where he cared if she lived or died because he enjoyed her company. But run away together to go live a better life? Please. Everything he did was for Tana Puhrmann. If he could expand her rule into multiple realities while furthering his own scientific research he'd do it. Her stance on neutrality the only logical reason why he would have sent her such a document, thinking he could reclaim it once he resurrected himself. With Kil'atha involved, she doubted that was going to happen.
The groan coming from outside would not be lost upon her. This city was coming apart. She'd look back up to Aly, then to her screen as the alerts began popping up. Messages from within the building and those who were currently not home coming in with concern. Asking either what they should do or letting someone know where they were while they still had power. It was a reminder she had others that depended on her. She couldn't let her old grudge with Kil'atha or whatever disappointment she had at the news of Vespyr's death cloud her judgement.
The lights in the building would flicker. Another reminder time was not on her side.
"Fine. I agree Mia Puhrmann should not get her claws into this. Nor do I want to see Tana Puhrmann with this capability. You... I don't see you caring enough to utilize the knowledge. Not when you keep chasing death with each job you take. So why don't I just destroy it. Wipe it from my servers. Your client can move on to whatever reality he needs to next and no one here will have it. If that's what it takes to get you out of my building."
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