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Post by shdwdrgn on Mar 5, 2009 18:54:35 GMT -5
Azriel was in the middle of a fierce battle against the beast fiends that were slowly taking over his world. He cut down fiend after fiend with his blade Rega. His limbs grew heavier with each blow he dealt to this endless foe he faced. He had used up most of his engagements already and only had one more to use now. His Runic Engine was at its breaking point and he pushed for that final engagement to end this battle as quickly as possible. He initiated the shift and the rune opened on the ground though energy coursed out of the engine at an excessive rate causing the rune to change. It opened portal that rather than shifting Azriel to an elemental state sent him to an unknown world.
The portal opened throwing him into the depths of the lake. Azriel surfaced despite the weight of his equipment and swam to the shore. He pulled himself out of the lake and began to examine the Runic Engine. He found no damage on the surface though he could no longer feel the arcane power the technology could produce.
He sat on the lake shore waiting for his clothes to dry before attempting to move about so that he wouldn't get sick. He could not help but marvel at the fact that the Runic Engine had some sort of failure and caused him to be separated from his friends and allies. All he could hope for is such people here in this world and some way to get back to his homeworld.
"What should I do now? Where do I go, who do I meet? I'm lost here and have no idea what this place is", he mumbled to himself.
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Post by Talon on Mar 9, 2009 21:34:12 GMT -5
"Head for the nearest city, go into the abandoned area, look for a green draconic biped with a talking problem. He'll show you the ropes." A voice echoed from nearby.
Not a dozen feet from the newcomer sat the local misanthropic droid known as O'Malley, of whom was staring out at the lake, arms folded. His eye issued a deep glow as it narrowed, and the 'pupil' swiveled towards Azriel, looking him up and down.
"So, what's your story? Alien assuming human form? Confused touriit? Another one of those god-awful 'good-guys'?" The droid barked, claws drumming on his biceps.
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Post by shdwdrgn on Mar 19, 2009 17:55:49 GMT -5
Azriel turned to face the machine that had spoken to him.
"What manner of Golem would you be or are you a beast fiend? Would you be able to tell me what this place is called as I seem to be in a world not of my own. I'm no Alien I just fight off the Beast Fiend Hoardes in my world to prevent its destruction", He replied to the mech. He put his hand on his sword should the machine decide to attack him withou warning. He would be at a great disadvantage without the Runic Engine being operable and it also seemed his Geass wouldn't work on his guest either. He stood poised anready for any sign of conflict as he had been trained to do as a soldier.
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Post by Talon on Mar 19, 2009 18:02:14 GMT -5
O'Malley merely stared at the newcomer with disdain, then shook his head as he sighed,
"Firstly, call me a 'Golem' again, and I'll tear your face off. Secondly, that stance is terrible, and I could easily disarm you in it, so for your own sake, don't bother. Thirdly, you're at Diamond Lake, in the mountains near a city called Nightshade."
His eye swiveled back towards the lake's waters, and he finished,
"I fear I cannot tell you the plane of which you now reside, as I'm not much of a dimensional traveler."
Several motes of red, sparkling light issued from the vents on his back, and he fell silent for a bit. After several moments, he grumbled, then barked,
"You might as well identify yourself..."
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Post by shdwdrgn on Mar 20, 2009 8:44:47 GMT -5
Azriel looked at the bot in confusion not sure what to make of this entity before him. He repositioned himself into a more comfortable stance since the bot seemed to be semi-friendly.
"Well for starters you look similar to the golems of my world and I simply mistook you for something you obviously are not. Also my name is Azriel the Rune Knight of my world and leader of the human forces against annihilation from the Beast Fiends. Now you should tell me who or what you are before I go and call you something else you're not again because at this rate it's bound to happen if you don't", Azriel shot back at O'Malley. He tried to use his Runic Engine's power a little to try and dry himself off but the tech wouldn't work on the smallest of levels for him. "Ugh blasted thing how the heck did you break especially to send me here where this technology doesn't exist."
He sat down on the shore and began to examine the Engine for minute issues he could repair himself and those too large to be repaired with a few readjustments.
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Post by Talon on Mar 21, 2009 22:19:49 GMT -5
O'Malley almost glared at the Rune Knight, then sharply replied,
"You can call me O'Malley... everyone else does. I'm the residential assh*le, so you'll learn to hate me eventually, if you don't already by now."
His tail swayed for a moment, and he muttered,
"What the hell kind of technology is that...?"
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Post by shdwdrgn on Mar 25, 2009 21:08:26 GMT -5
Azriel looked back to the menacing robot showing no sign of fear as he did so.
"Well O'Malley this technology is called the Runic Engine. It was a prototype unit that accidently got attached to me. It was made to grant the wielder the power to control the six basic elements in any way they choose. It's malfunction seems to be what sent me to this world. You seem quite tech savvy do you think you could find what broke on it?", Azriel asked the now known to be robot before him.
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Post by Talon on Mar 25, 2009 22:24:47 GMT -5
O'Malley's eye focused on the Engine, his gaze like molten lead. He took several steps toward Azriel, eye still focused on it, then his visor clicked shut, and he 'hmph'ed.
"I'm sorry to inform you that while I may be tech savvy, I know little to nothing about magic or elemental manipulation."
He tilted his head back, arms still folded as he muttered,
"In fact, there's only one person here I can think of who could help you in the slightest bit with that..."
O'Malley's various vents issued a burst of heat, and he finished,
"Seems a trip to the Abandonded District would solve more problems for you than originally thought..."
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Post by shdwdrgn on Mar 26, 2009 18:33:12 GMT -5
Azriel stood in confusion not knowing what to say. He looked back to O'Malley to ask one more question.
"Well seems I have a long trip ahead of me. All without hardly any defenses, great. So tell me who is this green Draconian and what sets him apart from others?", Azriel questioned the bot.
As he waited for an answer he tinkered with the Engine to try and restore some functionality but only received a shower of sparks in response.
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Post by Talon on Mar 26, 2009 23:06:23 GMT -5
O'Malley gave a scoff, then replied in a disgusted tone,
"Bah! His name's Solranous. He's the residential 'Welcome Wagon' for us paranormal folk. He's also the local nurse, realtor, zealous philosopher, and arrogant power-prick. You won't have a problem with him unless you touch his woman or anyone he likes (which is just about everyone of us, so you might as well dump the sword), break some moral code, look at him funny, or don't do something he tells you to do. He'll tear your face off if you do so, because he can, and is just that much of a 'badass', or so everyone makes him out to be. Their goddamned Messiah..."
The droid's glowing pupil drifted up towards the night sky, and he shook his head, muttering,
"Come to think of it, almost all of them are self-proclaimed 'do-gooders', 'therapists' and 'fighters of justice'. Bah... nothing but a bunch of insolent jackasses!"
Slowly but surely, red particles of light began seeping out of O'Malley's various vents, and his eye started changing color. He tilted his head away from Azriel so the elemental caster couldn't see the droid's face, and abruplty jabbed a bladed finger in the direction of the city.
"Go straight that way, then head for the deserted part of the city; he'll probably find you, or, as everyone seems to have, some stroke of sheer 'luck' will guide you directly to his place! And if you choose to mingle with the other humans, be sure to hide your... 'obvious' differences from them. Because in this plane, they're all a bunch of paranoid, lazy b*stards that don't like things that change their daily routine."
The red particles were now surrounding him loosely in a five-foot radius, their glow giving the droid an evil appearance as they glinted off of his black exterior. His fists clenched tightly as his arms hung at his sides, he muttered,
"Now, unless you'd like to get strangled with your own intestine, I suggest you be on your merry way... because I'm feeling rather misanthropic at the moment, and would very much like to be left alone for the night..."
O'Malley's eye, now a neon-orchid in color, was found to be staring at Azriel very intently... and not in a general-observing kind of way.
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Post by shdwdrgn on Mar 26, 2009 23:16:47 GMT -5
Azriel merely grunted in recognition of O'Malley's 'request' and turned to leave.
"Thanks for the info O'Malley. Can't say I care much for the super good guys myself but hey it's likely my best interest at the moment. 'Night", he disappeared into the trees off in the direction O'Malley had pointed. He tinkered as he walked giving off small groupings of sparks that would intermittently light up where he was in the woods, until the brush and trees eventually covered up any trace of light that could be seen within.
((It's all yours now Talon))
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Post by Talon on Mar 29, 2009 0:45:13 GMT -5
Grumbling, O'Malley turned back to face the lake, eye slowly shifting back to its original red coloration. His vibro-claws stabbed into his biceps as he folded his arms over his chest, eye narrowed hatefully at the water.
"And Lora wonders why I hate them all so goddamned much... bah! It's not the fact I think they hate me... I know that's at least somewhat of a lie. It's because they're so goddamned stupid..."
His claws began to tear deeper into his arms as his eye snapped shut, and he growled in a louder tone,
"They think everyone's good on the inside... everyone's redeemable... everyone is capable of compassion... IMBECILES!!"
In a fit of rage, the droid abruptly sent several bolts from his Firestorm Cannon into the nearby beach, glassing a foot of sand and sending the rest of it flying into the air. His foot-claws started to crack the rock he was on, and he slowly shook his head, muttering,
"goddamn.... goddamn you all..."
For a long time afterwards, the droid was silent. Too silent. His claws all loosened their grips, and his eye was barely open as he stared at the lake's surface, especially the reflection of the moon. thoughts raced through his mind, all of them focused around this subject... and its single exception. After about an hour of quiet darkness, the bot then slowly tilted his head back, and released a long scream into the night. A scream of anger, frustration, mourning, and... something more. Abruptly, he whispered hissingly into the Machinima comm. line,
"Observation crew! Send me Watcher number 24's feed! Immedeately!"
Shortly after his demand, what appeared to be a live video filtered into his vision. The view appeared to be coming from above the forest, looking straight down as it did so. What he saw in the clearing below... unsettled him. His eye widened, and in a small, shaky voice, muttered,
"You... why didn't you...?"
He stood there for several more seconds, staring at the ground as he wringed his mechanical hands, pupil flitting back and forth in desperation. Abruptly, his jets all flared up, and as he shot into the air at an angle, growled,
"damn that woman... damn her and... ... ...
... damn her and her effects on me..."
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