T9: Well, it looks like we're all done here. You no longer have a name. Your new name is Nonja 201215, or N15 for short.. You will respond to this name at my order. Your first mission is to accompany a small group of five Nonjas on a scout ship to a civilian cruise ship I've just detected entering my mind's reach. Your goal is very simple. Capture about 20 people. Kill the rest. Destroy the ship. Do you understand all of what I have said?
OOC: This isn't the same ship, it's a legitimate civilian cruise ship. Well... he's not telling the truth, but it isn't the same ship.
Yorick ponders for a moment. "I'm afraid I don't have the time to explain. But it'll help you defeat your enemies. Only use it if there are many of them." Yorick kisses a red cross stamped in his purple robe. They get to the end of the passage, and stop. "...Shall we?"
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
T9: We've got your squad and your scout ship ready. I believe you've already been in this model, in fact, when you were still working for those traitors. Nonja 201124 will lead the way. Go now.
T9 turns away and exits the room. A nondescript Nonja, obviously afraid of Davi- er, N15, gestures to follow and walks down to the boatyard, after riding up a very long elevator. Not much is visible from the surface in the base, just a set of nondescript grey buildings and floodlights. Near the waterline there's a large, well-lit wall, with a set of blast doors set in it. Nonja 201124 shows a few Nonjas waiting at the door his card, and a side-door opens. Through the side-door there is a path leading to a set of docks with a variety of ships waiting at them. Nonja 201124 arrives at a single ship, all prepared to launch. Four Nonjas are waiting at the ship, and Nonja 201124 boards it.
(Back in the central base)
T9: Hm. Well, shame my retribution was delayed. They should have known that device couldn't protect them forever. Still, it could be to my advantage for them to think that they are still hidden from me. I think my one ship will be there by now. That way, they'll think it was all an accident.
He sips his ramen.
T9: Actually, maybe it's not worth the risk. Ah, I know! A simple pulse, one to knock them in a light, temporary coma until I can get my hands on them. Qwerty must still be in the rapidly shrinking area of effect of that accursed device, but if I give the rest the illusion of an explosion and unconsciousness, their powers won't interfere and I'll only have Qwerty to deal with. He'll be weak enough, I think, without his friends to protect him. The others will make excellent toys.
August finally arrives at the tunnel exit.
August: They're all... out? But there's not even a shot fired yet! Why are they down?
Yorick starts to comment in a calm, friendly way. "You do have a way to block pain, do you not? I certainly hope you do use your gift in the moment you take a sip from this elixir. Most of things that you can drink without throwing you into the reign of the dead will be painful. 'Power comes with pain', an old friend of mine used to utter by the 3 winds whenever I did my experiments in a... An older time. Huh. 'Potestatem venit cum dolor'..." He notices the bullet passing. He falls silent, still calm. He gestures to his slaves, and they allign in front of him. He thinks. "Whoever stole a sample of my arts... Will most hopefully perish. It isn't to everyone that the inner mephisto is a nice person, as it was to me." Taking a small box with ashes from his bag, he throws a fistful down the passage, which quickly closes. He then takes a small vial and dips his fingers in the oil contained inside, then drawing with it an invisible inverted cross in his forehead. His eyes go dark and small white dots fill the void, as if the universe. He sits down.
Last Edit: Jun 30, 2012 5:29:28 GMT by AlchmistFaust
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
The ship lies outside, but something is suspicious. The lights are lit, but the ship isn't moving. There's motion visible on the ship, though, some people are visible aimlessly wandering the visible portions of the ship. Through the included Nonja Binoculotastic Binoculars, more details can be made out. The people are obviously tourists, but they look like they are merely wandering aimlessly, like zombies, none even noticing the Nonja scout ship (although that may be excused, missing a dark ship on a dark ocean at a great range).
Qwer- er, August is generally ducking and searching the unconscious bodies of his friends for some sort of weapon. In the process he steps out of the effective range of the machine, freezes for a moment, and resumes searching. The boat is starting to collapse, and August grabs Martin's head. The decay of the ship slows, then the ship reforms. As soon as August takes his hands off of Martin, the ship begins to collapse again. A bullet hits the machine, it stops running, and the Nonjas stop shooting.
T9 reaches directly into Yorick's head. He does the same scan that Qwerty did (though in much less detail) and laughs at him.
T9 (in Yorick's head): Aha, who do we have here? Someone new? You've got power, I can see that. How'd you like to join the winning team for once? Oh, am I distracting you? My apologies, I just love it when I have a new thing to play with!
August: This is his work! This machine, its range grew far smaller than we could have expected. Temporarily9 has them all strongly convinced that they have been victims of a grenade thrown onto this ship, and that they are unconscious. I could repair his damage easily if we weren't in his range. As it is, I'm having to make an actual effort to block him.
OOC: I was thinking more along the lines of "Temporarily9's prisoners". Don't worry, you'll have your chance to get more undead zombies.
Yorick 'thinks' a small laugh. He gets up. "You do possess power over the minds of the living. However, do you think you can control those with no soul? What is your knowledge of the world of the undead? The soulless have no mind that you can grasp for without being as putrid like them. Ah! What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties..." Yorick's face starts to lose it's color, gets palid. An intense humming is heard, that starts low, but gets louder. "...in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel..." The humming turns into an incessant, deafening wail, and a constant pressure is felt in the head of the intruder. Yorick's wrists start to bleed the dark blue blood of his, and the flesh of his body starts crumbling. "...in apprehension how like a god...the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals..." The wail is now the loudest scream of a thousand martyrs. The pressure is intolerable. Part of Yorick's falling flesh turns to sand. "...and yet to me... what is... this QUINTESSENCE OF DUST!?!?" His mind now exerts an impossible impact to the foe, and 'shuts up'. All connections are simply ceased. Yorick's body is turning to ashes. He shouts to august. "MY... MY FRIEND...! Do... Help me... The flask... The vial... Blue..." The slaves look for an enemy to kill.
OOC: I'm not trying to make Yorick an allmighty "Mary Sue" that is immune to everything. It's just that the minds of the dead and the living are different, thus why August couldn't read them. Yorick is not properly "dead" (I'll work on that later), but his mind is still different, so as he can "choose" who reads it. But it requires an immense force to get a person that he does not want inside his head out. That applies to all kinds of dead and related, ghosts, ghouls, etc. Control over them is biological, not mental. Also, wth is a living zombie.
Last Edit: Jun 30, 2012 6:04:01 GMT by AlchmistFaust
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
T9: This one has power... whatever. I'm sure getting attacked physically will still do the trick.
OOC: Er, not quite what I had in mind, David. The ship is indeed an actual cruise ship filled with actual passengers. Actual brainwashed passengers. T9 took the time to convince them all that their cruise is going well and no time has passed, when in fact their engines are destroyed and they've been stranded. The actual crew of the ship have indeed been captured or killed, and replaced with... well, robots, I guess. Not very good ones, but the brainwashed passengers don't mind. The whole setup is programmed to react as you would expect from a cruise ship being attacked by a group of Nonjas. ...Or whatever you want to do plotwise is fine too.
August: The blue vial! Got it!
August rushes to Yorick, grabs a blue vial, and feeds it to him. (OOC: Retconning ftw!)
T9: His mind, it just... vanished? Poof? Gone? What is this madness? The device has been deactivated, I'm sure of that! That new one, the one with power! He must be responsible!
He drinks the vial. "I'd... I'd like to ask... How the hell did you get through the tunnel if it was closed... And why... And why did you get the vial from there considering that I had three right here... WIth me..." Yorick gets up from the floor. The ashes quickly rejoin his body, forming new flesh. The blood is absorbed by the water. "I cannot keep on doing such prowess every time he takes over my mind. It is... It is far too costly, far too tiresome. We must finish this as soon as possible, but worry not, as we have plenty of time. I hope." Yorick recomposes himself, his eyes still in the form of nightskies. "Why, have your friends fainted? I am still trying to grasp what is happening here. Who is this man, this invader of the soulless and soulful equally?"
(OOC: You can fix this plothole. Or not. I can work with that.)
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
OOC: Sorry, I had absolutely no idea how to get to a blue flask in time to save you with the sealed tunnel. I forgot you had them. Shall we retcon to me just giving you one you had on you?
August: He's an old enemy of mine. A psychopath to begin with, but he's even more insane now, and he can manipulate the very nerves of people miles away. We're close to him, so his influence is strong here. He just fed them all a very realistic illusion of being knocked out by the blast of a rocket.
The ship is almost dissolved into the water, and August again grabs Martin's head. The ink reforms.
August: That ink manipulator is forming the ink that is keeping us afloat. I have to manually control his power now that he's unconscious. It's taking too much of my will to actively counteract Temporarily9. I can't possibly both revive them and keep them revived long enough to make a difference.
The scout ship floats nearer. A loudspeaker is heard.
Nonja: You, on that ship! Surrender or die! All five of you!
August: They seem to have misplaced their binoculars. They can't see anything strange about this ship yet, but they will soon. If I know Temporarily9, he only told them that he wants me. Alive. Our ship is quickly dissolving. I hope you have a plan.
OOC: Alright, I'll fix it later, since this will be my last post for today. See you later!
Yorick touches Martin's neck. "He is not dead. There is not much I can do for him, except, perhaps, tea and prayer. However..." He looks at the boat far away. He sees with an intuitive clarity, as his eyes are not quite functional at the moment. "...We might. Have you ever heard of Charon, the ferryman? He transports the dead to the underworld, through the Styx and Acheron, for they can't go through it swimming. That is true for the dead. However, the undead have been taken out of Charon's domains without giving him his deserved coin, and so, legend has it that they are not allowed in water anymore. This might work." He whispers to the servants which, clumsily, step in the water. Only to not sink, but float. Yorick's eyes become even more black and in a hollow. He extends his hands, and the two undead fall as marionettes. He then makes them stand in an upward position, and run towards the far-away boat. "Hold on for a little longer... Hahah, this might be interesting." He then sips a little from a blue vial, leaving half of it's contents. "To a great and glorious, HAHAHA, life!" Yorick is becoming strange, erratic. The two are getting near the boat. "Fear not, my friend, for no living scum can bring rest to the undead." Yorick's nails start to grow pointedly, and his hands become bigger.
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
Post by AlchmistFaust on Jun 30, 2012 19:05:07 GMT
Introducing a new character.
Prince Rupert the Awake
Powers: Astral Projection, Omnipresence (meaning he can ''clone'' himself to be in various places).
Rupert can project an image of himself that is essentially ethereal and indestructible. Rupert can project this doppelganger with more of less "density". The more dense it is, the more it can interact with physical objects, however, any damage inflicted to the projection will also be inflicted to him according to the density. If it is perfectly ethereal, no damage will be done to him or the image, but he can't interact with physical objects (e.g, he will freely pass through walls and will not be able to touch anyone when ethereal, and will be able to damage someone when dense, but will not be able to pass through any physical thing). He can be anywhere he wishes and can be in any number of places at the same time as he wishes, but the strenght of his control over the images will decrease the more places he is.
Story: Rupert is a playful child. He has no consideration over good, evil, or allignment. As a prince, he is a spoiled child, who is always on the side he wants to. Not very trustworthy, to say the least. No one knows where his kingdom lies, and it seems that the only way to stop his interferences is to stop the kid itself. His appearences have caused chaos, decided wars and, maybe, brought peace. No one knows what could be his next move. Although, he does want to equilibrate the sides...
Weaknesses: He has got the physical power of a normal 10-year-old, although he seems to be much older. That power is even weaker since the manifestations never can truly have the same strenght and density of the original person. He is mortal, but ages slower than any human.
Yorick twists his hands, and the undead hack and slash their swords, killing the nonjas in gruesome ways. They scream, and most fall into the sea, leaving few bodies inside the boat. "Haha, look, look, those pitiful flies! I heard that the fishes go for the eyes first." He moves his hands, and the undead command the boat in direction to the sinking ink ship. "There we go! I hope that not all of them jumped in the sea."
Yorick looks at his hands and sees the changes. He then quickly kicks the old platform in the ocean, taking the new one in his bag and putting it on the falling floor. "As soon... As soon as the boat gets here... We must go back." He takes the dagger and makes a small cut in his fingers. "Quid scire?", the voice asks. "Nescimus nihil... Post... Omnes." he answers. "Do it too. Quickly. I can't hold myself for long. He who lives inside of me, which I bargained my soul to, is right after me."
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
Yorick looks agitated. "It means that 'I' won't be here for long unless we go back. Or... Or perhaps..." Yorick opens his bag and looks for something frenetically. He stops, after a while. "How could I be so foolish, as to forget to bring one!" He then begins to search again. He takes a piece of paper, and with his sharp nails, slashes his wrist, using the blood to write. He puts the paper in an envelope, and throws it in the passage. "Let's hope he comes here in time.... Let's, yes, hope." Yorick sits down, his heart is racing, his breathing too. "I... I still have one thing in my mind. First of all, start the boat. I'll take the passage with me, as to when my one servant comes back, we can keep going. Now... When you were inside my thoughts, did you see anything in particular? Anything different. A person, a sillouette."
OOC: I really wanted that the person which controls the alien that can move his body in any way he likes comes back. It was an interesting character.
"What a man knows not, he to use requires, And what he knows, he cannot use for good. "
August: You know, I have paper, and a whole lot of ink... ah, whatever. Too late.
With everyone loaded onto the Nonja scout ship, the ink boat dissolves entirely. August again grabs Martin's head, and the ink rises up from the water and gathers in small storage container. He then runs to the GPS system and smashes it with his hand (yay pain ignorance).
OOC: Well damn, I picked a swell time to go camping, didn't I? Martin wakes up, and his vision and mind is all blurry. He feels like he's been hit by a train. Or a bomb. Or maybe a boat. Ima reforms beside him, from wherever it had been, though much smaller and looking more like a ball than a humanoid - though it still maintained its silly squiggly smile.
'Oh my, what happened?' He thought to himself. He then realized that rather than actually saying this out loud, he was trying to tell it to August mentally. He then felt rather silly about it.
"Oh my, what happened?"
I am the restless haunt of DBF.
I'm in ur walls, eetin' ur pilloes! So get away from mah corn! I'm in ur cornfield, WHISPERING IN UR EARS!!!
August grabs the heads of several people, eventually grabbing Martin's.
August: He's up! T9 must have temporarily shifted focus. Okay, you're conscious now, so you can help me. There was no bomb. It's all an illusion, and T9 is trying to maintain it. You have to fight it! He can force messages in at this range, and illusions two. Recognize what isn't an illusion! Do you think you can fix this device?
Yorick seems to not have noticed the recently awake ink manipulator. "And how come one vial of my most developed elixir simply vanished? I am not a magician, I am a man of logic. Where is this damned rotting incompetent?!" Just as he says that, a bony hand of his servant appears through the passage, and throws a glass bottle to him. "Gratias. Redire ad vigilia." The hand goes back, and the portal is closed. Yorick eagerly washes his face with the contents, a clear substance. He goes back to his natural form, however, exhausted. "Ah... I have to keep one of those with me. Always. I still cannot believe in my absent-mindedness. This is nature's most gratifying potion, indeed. If I ever go back on acting strangely... You must hand me this. I cannot keep myself with it, as one tantrum of my possessed self might destroy it. What I did before gave me a temporary grasp over a darker power. That power comes with a price, as any knowledge. So, take care of this, lest I go mad." He hands over the bottle to August. He looks at the floor of the boat, seeing 3 decently preserved bodies. "Such a disgrace... Such a disgrace. If it weren't for my bloodthirst, we could have more." Yorick takes a syringe from the bag, and from a large glass, inserts a green, viscous substance into the object. He proceeds on taking the uniforms from the dead, carefully, and leaving them half naked. "We might need a disguise once we get there. I warn you, that there is now no way of coming back unless I produce another passage, which will require an enormous ammount of ingredients and materials. Our initial plan is now useless. Now... Let's proceed on making our own small army." He injects the liquid on the three bodies.
On T9's room, a shadowy figure moves here and there, purposefully being noticed by the stalked evil mastermind. "Haha. 'The one with the power!' Haha. He beat you good, didn't you? Aren't you feeling so, eh, defeated? 'What is this madness!'. Haha."
August: Disguise might help, but we'd also have to disguise our minds. I might be able to do a few of us, for awhile, but I doubt it would stick. He knows what happened to his soldiers, he'll be suspecting a guise.
OOC: Does that guy's projection have a mind, so to speak?
OOC: The projection is a mere doll. You can't do anything to him unless he puts himself in a density that allows so. And even so, you will see what the prince is seeing wherever he is, and not what the doll itself is being made to do or think.
"Oh, oh! Aren't you a quiet one! Are you going to stand there in defeat, big man? You're big! You can't fall down or else it will be a big fall too!" The sillouette moves here and there, annoyingly, like mice in somber fog.
"My mind is currently still closed. I can keep it for as long as I like, but that limitates a series of things I could do. I won't be able to remember all that happened during this period, perhaps, in the best of cases, various dizzy frames. Those undead shouldn't be much of a problem in terms of disguising minds. Which reminds you, that I must teach you a way of dealing with the thoughts of the dead and risen, August. For a strange reason, I fear they will soon become as much of a threat as a friendly sight." The dead bodies start to twitch. Their skin turns purple and swollen, as if weeks of rotting have been through.
The shadow starts to glow in a celestial blue, with darker outlines. The figure wears a royal cape and crown, is small and has a mischievous little face. The transparent body then starts to look more opaque. The appearence grabs a couple of rocks, throwing them softly, playfully, at the villains head. (OOC: Opaqueness and transparency have to do with the density of the projection. Glowing doesn't, glowing is purely cosmetic)
"Aren't you tough! Why would you think we are not friends? We are friends, yes we are! I'm here to play on your side. Talk to me! Come on, talk!". As he throws the stones, he jumps around his newfound "friend", with a devilish smile of a impish kid.
"First of all, dying is a painful thing. Pain is directly related to death. I visibly notice that you block any instance of pain. Why are you afraid of it? Being afraid of getting hurt merely makes your mind as confusing, afraid and desperate as that of the dead. You don't understand them, but they don't understand you either. You must be in peace with your own suffering before anything else."
The bodies start to get "drained", and some flesh and tissue are now exposed. The undead start to tremble, and blood comes out of their mouths. Yorick looks at them. "Ignore it."
T9 decides that now would be an excellent time to punch the apparition in the face.
August: I don't block any instance of pain. Usually I'm fine with it. I only block it when it would otherwise interfere with concentration. Also... is that normal?
'Oh, is that T9 I hear?' Martin thinks. Clearly the paranoid part of his mind was not active at the moment. 'What's up, Temporarily? Why you fiddlin' where you ought not to fiddle in my mind, know what I'm sayin'? You're gonna turn me into a veggie boy, like plant boy, but a vegetable in the sense that I ain't gonna move or do nothin'. Gonna turn my mind to jello. Gonna turn it to black, inky jello. GONNA BE A JELLY BOY...' (and so on and so forth)
Martin closes his eyes and mutters, "Gelatin..."
Ima reforms into a humanoid, but one bearing a striking resemblance in body features to T9. It also seems fairly confused about what Martin is thinking about.
I am the restless haunt of DBF.
I'm in ur walls, eetin' ur pilloes! So get away from mah corn! I'm in ur cornfield, WHISPERING IN UR EARS!!!