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Post by Jay on Sept 16, 2017 1:52:12 GMT
Amitiel First there was hesitation. Then, resignation.
"I... ruined the lives of many," Amitiel stated. "Much destruction is in my hands... and the failures that came with them resonate within me."
They turned their head to the endless skies of the plane before speaking again. "Your forest's destruction was perhaps my greatest recent failure. I'm sorry..." Angel neutral good | ageless | sexless Loner。
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Post by Loner。 on Sept 16, 2017 2:56:36 GMT
"Oh Ami" The angel was like a child in this. "Great power to harm and great power to heal go practically hand in hand." the goddess practically wrapped herself around the angel, not a single ounce of disappointment within her. She had already forgiven what had happened eons ago. She would never see Amitiel as causing failure.
"Look at my forest." It was simple to just think and practically stand there among the trees in the present without ever actually leaving the heavens, nor rejoining with time.
Young trees grew out of the ruins, some having the makings of great oak and maple. The plants and fruit grew wild some thriving, others fighting for space, but managing all the same. The place was steadily healing. Soon it might seem like destruction had never hit at all.
"it doesn't erase what was done, but if you're willing to go back and look, you can see a larger story. sometimes even act in the restoration."
She believed Amitiel could learn from those experiences, reconciling or overcoming them or paying penance as need be. The hurt, the pain the collateral damage it was not the end of the story. Even Ami could still learn and grow. Jay
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Post by Jay on Sept 16, 2017 15:15:18 GMT
Amitiel If this had been any other being, Amitiel would have recoiled from the touch. Someone who touches an angel directly? Inconceivable. There were stories and cultures dedicated entirely to venerating them...
Yet, there was no one else that they would allow to be this close to them. No one knew them like Vessa did. The time they spent in this plane was, in relativity to the rest of the material universe, possibly innumerable. Living beyond the confines of the event horizon, they were able to learn about each other.
The one thing Amitiel learned to do was put their trust in Vessa. And, so, they relented. "Ok..." And they looked at the forest.
A gasping sound escaped the angel soon after. "It... lives..." The surprise was evident in their voice.
A small humming sound began to resonate from their energy. Vessa, having sat with this celestial, would have easily recognized it as a show of elation that Amitiel's involuntary did. It was their equivalent to smiling.
"I... this could only be your work," they proclaimed to Vessa. "Your power is the only thing I know that is capable of such restoration..." Angel neutral good | ageless | sexless Loner。
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Post by Loner。 on Sept 16, 2017 15:40:28 GMT
The motherly goddess's energy was warm as an amused smile. "I only gave it the slightest of help." She explained. "Time itself has brought the rest on its own." The forest had needed nothing more than the birds to seed it, rain to water it, and sun to nurture it. All Vessa had done was make sure those processes had a chance to occur, then let them run unhindered. Even without her help, it would have been able to recover. Jay
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Post by Jay on Sept 17, 2017 17:18:43 GMT
Amitiel Amitiel was silent for a moment, taking in the beauty of the replanted forest.
"Time has healed the wounds of this forest, just as it will heal my wounds... yes?" There was a tone present that was usually absent from the absolute being's voice; hope. Angel neutral good | ageless | sexless Loner。
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Post by murasaki on Sept 17, 2017 21:05:09 GMT
Sizzling lines of condensed energy cut down one demon after another, but there were always more. The frantic citizens fleeing from the monsters only magnified the issue. Several times shots were stayed fractions of a second too long to save one citizen because another one ran into my line of fire. Were I prone to using vulgar language, I might describe the current situation as "an absolute shitshow". Overheating was becoming a real danger, as the microfusion reactors that powered my frame were being consistently pushed into the red. The fog around me was actually a haze of superheated air, formed by a cooling system that was working overtime to prevent a catastrophic meltdown. Several times I had to wait for the energy system to blow its steam before continuing; my internals clearly hadn't been designed with extended combat in mind, something that may need to be rectified in the future. Thus far I had avoided grevious damage, but it was unlikely that that would last much longer. That's when I noticed an anomaly; someone with an absurd number of armaments hovering around them. Additionally, I could not discern a solid ID on the person. There was no time to concern myself with the oddity nor absurdity of such a display, defaulting to the standard response. Firing up the megaspeaker function, I blurted loudly in their direction "Citizen! This is an emergency situation. Please make your way to the nearest shelter. I repeat, this is an emergency situation; please enter the nearest shelter."foldy
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Post by foldy on Sept 18, 2017 4:40:41 GMT
He ran, boy, did he ever run. He never really got any excitement in his life. Oh, sure, there was always the chance that something fun might happen, but, they weren't in the DoSS. He had never even seen the DoSS. The prototype version of him had, but, that was back before the Doc got accidentally teleported to Sanctuary, quite possibly one of the most boring places in the entire world, especially since the Doc had been wanting to be all sneaky, until it was the right time. But, finally, the time had come. Kramer 2.20 was finally going to get his fun~ Although, he skidded to a stop, the rather fast android looking over to the one who had started speaking to him, blinking. Oh. It was just a boring Sanctuary bot. She had probably been built to be easily distinguishable from most humans, made by a Sanctuary born scientist, with the typical, boring plebian attitude of most of the countries inane secret keepers. He lifted up his hood, looking straight at her with his own mechanical eyes, making sure at the moment that she knew he was just as artificial as her. And, then, he narrowed his eyes at her. "I don't take orders from dolls." he told her, making sure to fill that last word with disdain. Well, disdain, and a bit of pity. But, he couldn't focus on that just yet. Judging by his own sensors, the feeling of something heavy coming his way from behind, and the camera drone's beeping, he guessed that it was a demon, and, probably a rather large one at that. The guns floating turn around, formed into a circular formation, barrels still pointed at the demon, and, then, they started firing powerful blue beams energy at it, filling it with holes. Murasaki's scanners might determine the energy to not be magical, and, also, not a type of energy the Sanctuary database was really familiar with. He smirked at her, clearly enjoying destroying the demon without even looking at it. Finally, after about half a minute, the floating guns stopped firing...Only for Kramer to turn around at an inhuman speed, and firing at the demon's eyes at a speed equally inhuman, finally causing the eight foot tall, red skinned, horned brute to fall. After looking over his work with quite a bit of satisfaction for at least fifteen seconds, he casually waved back at the other mechanical being with one of his hands, which he was still holding a pistol with. "Well, if you don't mind, I think I'll be taking my leave now." He slowly began to walk away from her, drones and floating pistols following...Before stopping, grinning with his back facing toward her. "You know, if you ever get tired of being a doll to some boring, typical Sanc scientist, I might have a friend who could help you improve upon yourself~" Said 'friend' being the Doc. He didn't know how either of them would react, though, but, if the robotic girl was up for it, he wouldn't mind introducing them to each other later. murasaki
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Post by Loner。 on Sept 18, 2017 13:00:53 GMT
"If you allow yourself to heal." Vessa pointed out seeing as a person healing wounds such as these was a bit different than a forest. "it is an active rather than passive process. You must expose each wound for what it is before you can begin to mend it." The forest was one, but Vessa knew there were others, things Amitiel had yet to share, things that were still dragging the angel down. Jay
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Post by _XARXU_ on Sept 18, 2017 13:08:26 GMT
((Having trouble getting a post out before the next comes out, please give me a little time, this will be my placeholder! We can delete it once the post is made. I will be posting for Arikado, Max, Reidh, Exodus, and Martin Luther.))
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Post by murasaki on Sept 18, 2017 19:41:52 GMT
Such a waste. There were more enemies arriving every minute; to expend so much on a single enemy was absurdly excessive. Still, something about that energy... I captured what data I could collect, filing it away for analysis later. Now was not the time to dwaddle with abnormalities.
Another large demon beset a nearby group of civilians, preventing me from making any snappy comebacks. My warning had been given, regardless; if the individual decided to ignore them (nevermind the attempt at off-handed comments), I had no obligation to force them. Not with so many other citizens in peril.
One quite a bit nearer tried to rake me with its claws, but the ceramic plates just beneath the jumper held -- barely. A shield bash followed by a scattered plasma blast to the face put it down before the hellspawn could cause further issues. I had to be efficient; my energy reserves were barely keeping up with the current output. If the demonic incursion rate increased, the situation could become overwhelming in short order. At least I was sturdier than appearances would suggest, but even that would not save me for long if I was overrun.
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Post by Jay on Sept 19, 2017 19:20:23 GMT
Amitiel "I have many," said the archangel.
Then, they opened their hand, revealing a mass of light energy within. It seemed innate to the angel. "My blunders are numerous... and in time, you will learn of them, I am sure."
Their attention went back to the world - more specifically, Sanctuary. That place where those of supernatural makeup were not allowed. Amitiel was not fond of it. No, nothing in Sanctuary could do anything to Amitiel, but even still, it did not put them at ease.
"We... are we to help them?" The angel asked. Of course, they wanted to help the people of Sanctuary in this time, but for Amitiel it was more of a matter of taking down demonic threats. One of their many faults was that the value of human life still needed to be explained to them. Angel neutral good | ageless | sexless Loner。
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Post by _XARXU_ on Sept 19, 2017 20:28:27 GMT
-ARIKADO- The current Director of Sanctuary was a mess. He became hot under the collar very easily, made choices on impulse and based on his emotions, and Arikado had personally noted a couple dozen times where the Director seemed to be operating on his own personal agendas, committing acts of gross misconduct that ended up costing the Board a heavy and substantial amount of money to cover up. The man was a 'rags to riches' story, pushing his way from the bottom, making a name for himself over the years, campaigning for this Office or another, and when he had reached latter years, he found himself as Deputy Director to a man who fell ill of mysterious causes, which landed him the position he had now. Arikado quietly observed these events, and simply continued to perform the functions of his own job: being the Chief Officer in charge of doing damage control, while also managing his position as Chief Officer of the Bureau that investigated Supernatural Activity, and managed the various Agencies that provided hi-tech equipment to Enforcers to combat Supernatural entities who made it past their defenses. Arikado, on the other hand, was from 'old money', and had been groomed since birth to be a leader, and a highly competent one at that. He was taught martial arts, was given hands-on instruction in the most state-of-the-art technological devices and weaponry used in the 'management' of Supernatural beings, and was taught Procedural Law and Governance in addition to an already highly advanced curriculum that pretty much crammed more information into the heads of the children of filthy rich families than the average citizen even knew was POSSIBLE to teach a child in their earliest years, let alone the startling degree at which their studies multiplied in difficulty and coverage of countless relevant topics that would groom them to become highly effective leaders. He knew how to keep his composure, even when in a critical, life-endangering situation. He didn't sweat where lesser men would, and he didn't get swept up in flights of fancy or theory that would trip up other men when they were dealing with forces they knew little of. Perhaps it was his education, or his upbringing amidst his relatives, the fiercely strict discipline imparted by his Martial Arts instructors, or some kind of neurological condition, but he did not cave in to pressure, and remained undaunted in the face of even overwhelming odds. His cool head, and his cold focus, made him an invaluable asset to Sanctuary's Powers-that-Be. There was even talk of a promotion to Director some day. As he walked through the streets, sword in hand, a device that looked like a black jetpack attached to his back, humming and glowing with a phosphorescent glow - a cold smile played along his lips. He would get to give yet another demonstration of what he was capable of today, and perhaps by the end of this mess, the current Director might be on his way out, and Arikado on his way in... - MAXIMILLION - He had already been in Sanctuary on business when the rifts had begun opening en masse. Feeling like a dork for imitating something he had read in a comic book once, Maximillion had ran to a nearby alleyway, into a dark corner, and karate chopped a locked iron door, one sealing an old abandoned factory, and it flew open, snapping off of its hinges as if struck by some kind of tremendous force. Perhaps it had been. He chanted something under his breath, drawing sigils in the air with his finger, and leaving a soft glow in the wake of where his fingers traced in the air. There was a flash of light, and he was enveloped in his dark purple cloak, and his face was completely obscured, save for two glowing suns that were the glow from his eyes. Within mere moments, he was rushing through the city, flinging all kinds of demonic creatures off of human passersby, occasionally grappling with a larger creature that was trying to throw cars at people and yank lightpoles out of the ground and smash things with it. He moved with sufficient speed to leave trailing afterimages after himself, moving with the kind of speed and power afforded by having given the young, tow-headed youth one of his precious Seals, and having already taken off the Amulet that gave him a more human appearance. At some point, Enforcers began to arrive on the scene, and adrenaline surged through Max's body. He knew that, now, he would have to contend with the invaders, as well as misguided humans who saw him as a threat and wanted to take him down. With a sigh, and a curse muttered under his breath, he slid off one of the earring-Seals on his ears, and the power from the release sent a shockwave around him that struck vehicles, buildings, and even the occasional Enforcer backwards with concussive force, and he shot forward, disappearing into a streak of purple too fast for the naked eye, performing his 'heroic deeds' at a speed that the humans behind him would now have MUCH more difficulty tracking, but he somehow got the impression, as he shot between demons, coming between them and their human would-be victims, that he would probably wind up attracting the unwelcome attention from something bigger, stronger, and possibly even bring its attention straight to wherever he was... - EXODUS - There was something stirring, and Exodus had sensed it. He had been in one of his extremely long naps, the kind that lasted for weeks on end, when he had been awakened with a start. He could sense the rifts opening far off, and the beings coming from it. More importantly, at least to him, was the realization that these 'small fry' demons were invading this plane en masse, which meant... "Something stronger is leading them, and likely to show up soon." he groaned, heaving himself up off the stone slab in the center of the obsidian temple that had become his home, and onto his feet. Despite his lethargy, and his bedraggled appearance and facial expression, he felt a small rush of excitement at the thought of grappling with something that could possibly wield the kind of power HE wielded. "I may be a nobody now, but even I may find something to amuse, entertain or interest me once every so often." Inky blackness swirled around him like a tidal wave, then enveloped him in a pitch black sphere of energy, then it dissipated into nothing, and he was gone, already mid-transit in the general direction of Sanctuary... - Reidh Thorljottson - Somewhere amidst the opening of the Rift Portals, a figure leaped out, clad in white and black ((OOC: think Espada Uniform from bleach, URL: tinyurl.com/EspadaUniform )), touching down quietly on the ground of Sanctuary. He had long, crimson hair, glowing pale-yellow eyes, and a dark tan complexion. His pointed ears were mostly concealed, but his musculature was not ((think a yellow-eyed abarai Renji, also from bleach, bit with somewhat thicker musculature)), and as he surveyed the carnage around himself, he flexed his muscles testingly, opening and closing his hands to and from fists. There was a flash of yellow, and an astoundingly large Soulblade appeared in the air, plummeting towards the ground, only to be snatched up from the air, twirled, then leaned against the tall, red-haired Half-Demon's shoulder. "Well, Max..." he snickered, grinning a wide, shark-toothed, wicked grin. "Eight months ago, you said find a purpose in this new world! Seems annihilating a place that discriminates and persecutes Supernaturals is a mighty fine purpose indeed!"
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Post by Loner。 on Sept 20, 2017 2:23:19 GMT
She knew there were many. Vessa sensed the weight her partner bore too well, her sight too acute to not catch glimpses of the nature of some of those regrets from the very energy the Angel emitted since that was the current focus.
Unfortunately some of these hurts must be healed inside of time, which meant going back even if they spent infinity away within an instant.
Vesstali turned her attention to the future of the lands, seeing multiple pathways of choices with various results.
Some where terrifying. it could effect far more than just the fate of angels and demons. To not be involved was worse for sanctuary. "Yes." Vessa decided. "we will fight this tide." Jay
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Post by 0 on Sept 20, 2017 3:15:25 GMT
Private Žitnik startled up. She'd not been napping on the job. Hadn't.
The soldier rubbed her eyes, slipping up her sleeve to check the watch attached to wrist. Still some time left before she was relieved of duty.
Kicking her feet out, she popped off the wooden stool, and began to take a walk along the seawall, rifle strapped across her shoulder. The wind was strong today, waves washing noisily against the concrete.
Not far from the wall lay the naval base's wharfs, the sound of creaking battleships drifting in on the cool breeze. Many were docked, still others were slipping across the waters.
When the alarms went off, she at first assumed it was false; a training call, perhaps. It was a calm, sunny weekend, and a fresh set of recruits were off practicing.
Then, looking along the length of the wall, she saw that many others had begun to scramble. Over the loudspeakers risen on poles all across the base, a voice crackled into life, warning of multiple points of entry.
At the mention of one in particular, her gaze lifted, locating several clouds gathering over the horizon. The ships there had raised their own alarms, and were now arming themselves to shoot down the aerial targets.
An invasion!
Quickly, Žitnik began to hurry towards where her commanding officer should be.
The fulmar's flapping was slowing, her body drifting closer to the ocean as she began to tire. Something big was on the water below, some sort of shiny island. Muscles burning from her hasty escape, she alighted on a metal antenna, turning her bill upwards to watch as the mass of flying beasts continued forwards.
Booms, cracks, like thunder rose into the air, fire and smoke splitting apart the blue sky. Her feathers rose, wings twitching, tempted to take flight once more. Instead, she hunkered down, clinging tight to the antenna.
Bodies began to fall, splashing into the waves. Others simply disintegrated, their ashes raining down over the massive ship.
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Post by Jay on Sept 24, 2017 0:48:25 GMT
Amitiel The angel was ready to descend upon the earth and give their help to the humans under siege. They looked over the time stream, trying to find a location to manifest in spacetime.
Then, they noticed something. The cracks shown by the demonic incursion - they were shimmering. Nothing about them were stable. Any being of cosmic makeup would know that it meant that the ways taken by the interlopers were breaking apart.
"What is that...?" The angel tilted their head, looking closely. The shape of the figures within one of the cracks gave off a very distinct magical energy.
It was clearly dark, evil... malignant. But it wasn't entirely Necropolian. It was different. It was vast, suffocating even separated by metaphysical boundaries.
It was sessile.
Amitiel clenched their fist. There it was - there he was.
Angelic instinct took over in an instant. The darkest shadow just revealed itself to Amitiel. They would not falter.
Without another word, the angel took off from the celestial plane toward, not the physical plane, but Necropolis, itself.
The energies were foul, but their light stood out distinctly from the darkness of the plane as they began to manifest. In their time entering, Amitiel took in the mammoth size of the evil entity that sat below.
The Lord of Terror was now within the archangel's reach. Angel neutral good | ageless | sexless Loner。 0
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