Post by Fringe Pioneer on Feb 13, 2012 6:05:35 GMT
Actually, I was hoping you would describe what outside was like, that way I would know as a player how to interact with the environment and non player characters and so on...
Ah, right. Well, the Nonjas are getting closer and shooting the rebel base up with missiles. The rebels are losing horribly and it is on fire. With you inside it. Lots of them are dying. The Nonjas are actually on land at this point, although the battleship is still offshore shooting those that don't surrender.
OOC: So are we inside or outside? I presume outside. Raegus: So could you get rid of those missiles? Or reverse their direction, negate their speed, or whatnot? Maybe get rid of the fires too... wait.. *runs back inside, gets the water* *launches half of all to a nearby fire out of a window* *launches the rest but one to another nearby fire*
"You know what, at this point it would be unethical to not help with the effort."
*Matthew reduced the door to a small fraction of its original amount, allowing him and the others to get out. He then looked down the hallway and, seeing nobody there, went outside.*
No, indeed we are outside, or at least I am. Anyways, thank you for describing what is outside.
*Matthew takes his water bottle and starts putting copious amounts over fires, thereby drenching everything, putting out fires, and reducing the risk of further combustible (as opposed to class B or C or K) fires. After observing a few missiles as they ripped the landscape, he put as many as he could on top of the ships without the missiles spilling off.*
OOC: Matthew's outside, right? *Raegus follows Matthew, then says the same thing said in my previous post.* Raegus: So could you get rid of those missiles? Or reverse their direction, negate their speed, or whatnot? Maybe get rid of the fires too... wait.. never mind, you are already doing so. *gets another water bottle, and helps Matthew put out fires.* OOC: Much editing in this and the previous post.
David was getting frustrated. This is my fault, he thought, why'd I have to come here... He began yelling in a fit of rage and then suddenly... the sounds of battle stopped. The Nonja boats appeared to be abandoned, the rebels looked around confused. David fell to the floor.
Seeing as nobody ate the Ramen I created, I decided to eat it myself. I made myself visible, tangible and topped hovering.I took the still steaming ramen off the cell floor and walked out with it. In the commotion of everything I doubt anyone would notice a new person and I could easily be assumed a member of either the new prisoners or the rebellion. I then walked on to the nice shade of a tree and ate my ramen.
"Wow, I sure know how to cook." I said to myself in a humorous manner. Seeing as I made it from quite literally nothing and solely based off the memory of an old ghost's memory.
I gaze out over the commotion. "Heh, dinner and a show." I said.
*Raegus looks around warily, expecting the fight to resume at any second. He sees a man eat ramen in the shade of a tree.* Raegus: I was not expecting a fight this fast. Nor was I expecting that the nonjas would lose so quickly. *turns to David* Raegus: So where did you come from, and why are you lying on the floor? ... Oh, you are knocked out... Erm...
In and interesting turn of events that I didn't notice whilst getting my ramen I saw that the one known as David seemed to have a power too. Was it making people disappear to a different location? Or did he just kill all of them? There being only one way to find out, I projected myself onto the astral plane and there they were, not even faded after being so newly dead. All the ghosts of the nonja's who just attacked us. I ceased projecting myself on the astral plane and then noted. The one known as David has the power of causing death. With a bit more practice and honing in certain areas of this skill, it could prove a very useful power to him indeed.
So there's the strong-used to be wounded one, the one known as Matthew with Quantity Power, the one known as David with the powers of Death, the used-to-be-hungry one who's power is unknown and the sneaky hidden one with powers over ink.
Now that I was all caught up, I slurped down the last bit of my Ramen and took out a mini-book from a side pocket. The newly warped mini-book had only one sentence on it, written in the purest of ink, "Hello there, Ink Manipulator. How are you doing?" Hopefully that would get his attention and we could start a small conversation. I didn't want to contact him telepathically as he would probably not be as friendly as in his own element. I also didn't want to give away any of my powers to anyone unnecessarily. If I'm lucky the ink manipulator might just think I'm another ink manipulator, similar to him.
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Post by supermonkeystorm on Feb 13, 2012 20:32:33 GMT
In Nonja airspace, Varsade is in a fierce battle with unknown aircraft. 3 of the fleet of aircraft [10 aircraft] have their laser turrets fatally damaged, but Varsade's plane rocket turret is damaged.
"Thank god this thing has heavy armor plating", thought Varsade to himself.
Martin's face blanched at his vision of a message to him written in ink. He asked himself, 'Who, me?' Though the intended recipient was unmistakeable. Though he would have loved to answer clearly, this realization sent his heart racing. He lost some of his focus, and was only able to write back:
"What the hell?"
His golem seemed to sense it too, and motioned as if he found it amusing, though nobody seemed to notice his brief sign of sentience.
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!!!
Post by ganondorfchampin on Feb 14, 2012 2:04:02 GMT
Geryondice
Shapeshifter
My base is thousands of miles beneath the Earth in Arachae, the city that surrounds the core.
Backstory: I was originally a rat, but after I outsmarted a demon I managed to imprison him. I promised to let him free if he turned me into a man, but he was killed while he was transforming me, leaving me in a quasi-morphic limbo between phases. I absorbed the remains of the demon, giving me control of this fluid state, giving me the ability to shapeshift.
Post by Fringe Pioneer on Feb 14, 2012 2:52:45 GMT
*Matthew turned around when he stopped hearing David figuratively beat himself up. David had collapsed to the ground, exhausted, while all the Nonjas had ceased fighting. Why did they suddenly stop fighting, and why did David collapse? Surely, the screaming wasn't what did it.*
"David, are you okay?"
*Johnathan came out and asked him a few things.*
"What? No, I didn't remove the bullet, and I don't know why the Nonjas stopped fighting. Do they think I'm their second-in-command too, or do they think they killed everyone worth killing?"
Leader: How did you get out of your cell? How did all those people die? Who are you? WHAT are you? It doesn't matter now. We need to know if any of you have medical experience or firefighting experience, cause we've got our people with grave injuries and no decent medical supplies. The bodies of the Nonjas that made it onshore will be piled into a mass grave, and the ships salvaged. Maybe they'll have supplies we can use. We can certainly repaint them later, and we DEFINITELY have to all load aboard them to go someplace else.
He takes a pause for breath.
Leader: I guess now that the crisis is over and we know you aren't Nonja spies, we can be properly introduced to each other. I'm August, August Dealey, and I'm the de-facto leader of this little resistance. Who are you? We need to discuss this while we head out to the ships.
August walks out of the area, though a smoky corridor (with the smoke quickly clearing) to the exterior of the now-ravaged base. The ships off the shore have taken some damage, and a few are smoking or sinking, but many have minimal damage and some have even landed. Rebels are dragging bodies dressed in black into a large pit on the beach.
Post by Fringe Pioneer on Feb 14, 2012 4:49:23 GMT
"I'm glad to know you're alive, August. I refer to myself as Matthew. It seems that I can somehow manipulate the quantity of anything I know. I'm afraid I have neither firefighting nor medical experience, but if you have at least a single set of medical supplies, I can increase how many of them you have. The same for drinking water - as a matter of fact, you should find a fair number of water bottles back in the cell in which you detained us.
"I don't know how all those Nonjas died, to be honest. I would postulate that I crushed them when I added superfluous counts of missiles on their decks, but since they were still fighting after that, I don't know the cause. Anyhow, if you need any help, such as refilling ammo or getting you more of any materials you already have, that will be good."
August: So you were the one that did that? We were curious as to why they had suddenly grown so incompetent as to load a ton of missiles onto their deck. I guess that means that we should be careful when approaching, the combined explosives in those would be enou-
The rest of his sentence is drowned out in a large explosion as one of the ships explodes, with all the torpedoes on it.
August: Yeah, that. We had nobody near that one, fortunately, but do you think you could reduce the missiles some so we can safely approach them? That brings me to the topic of power. We know HE got his from experimentation on his old island base up north, and I... nevermind, but what about you guys?
Now would be a good time to mention that, as most of you guys have no memory of the Nonjas, you only know what you've overheard during this game (evil, island base, Veers might have been a leader, dress in black, etc). The fact that he had a former island base and his specific range of power is unknown to you, except maybe to David.
"...Is HE the one who's been putting messages in my mind?!" Johnathan shuddered a bit here. "Hate to get near him. I... touched this rainbow block thing and you really wouldn't understand... I'm basically at the highest level of physical ability Rocket Pilots can get, I'm a lot stronger, faster, my inertia resistance spiked... heck I don't even know where I am I don't think I'm from this world... no... uh.. THAT'S THE WORD! dimension! I read about those once. I don't think I'm on the right one."
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
Whilst listening intently to the conversation I discovered the now-healed-one with a very high physical ability is now known as Jonathan and the leader of this 'rebellion' against 'nonjas's name is August. The only name I didn't seem to know was that of the one-who-was-hungry-but-is-now-full. I wonder who he is.
'What the Hell?' was written in the exact same ink that was there just before. Moving the ink again I formed my reply. 'Just thought I'd say Hi. ' is what it said when I was done. I spent quite a bit of time fickling over the smiley face as to get it perfect and looking as friendly as possible. Eventually I gave up on making it detailed and just made it a normal smiley.
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Martin focused a bit. He'd actually seen other ink manipulators before... he'd also brought their swift demise. He cared little for others in his line of work, and considered them a security threat. However, he hoped this individual wasn't keen on causing him harm. He'd normally find the manipulators before they found him. It wasn't hard to remove them, typically. It's easy to quickly incriminate an oblivious manipulator. How will he handle this one?
He was able to do a better job at his writing this time, but he needed more ink. Reluctantly, he supplied it with an incredibly tiny stream of ink winding across the ground to the book. This time, he wrote:
"Hello, fellow manipulator. You may call me Martin. What is your name? How did you find me? Why... is there a ramen stain on this notebook? Erhm, anyway. What are your intentions, benign or malign? No, let me rephrase that. Are your intentions hostile to me, or no? If they're friendly, I may consider leaving you to your business unhindered. Hostile, and I will have you erased."
As the last word "erased" is read, it slowly dissolves.
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: I know who you are. I don't know what little trick you used with that picture, but I know exactly what and who you are. I'd never forget a face like yours, especially after what you've done to me. Don't think you'll get away with what you've done. I don't forget.
Post by Fringe Pioneer on Feb 14, 2012 7:24:51 GMT
*Matthew whispers back in August's ear.*
"I don't know why you want to incriminate me. I didn't modify the image, I'm not this second-in-command of the Nonjas that you think I am, I could merely look like this person of whom you accuse me, and you shouldn't be looking a gift-horse in the mouth.
"Now that we have that cleared, what about you? From where you cut off your sentence, it's quite clear that either you gained some power from the leader of the Nonjas or that you are yourself a Nonja. If you would like to clarify that misunderstanding and complete that sentence of yours from earlier, go right ahead. I always listen carefully. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to help you and your men."
*Matthew then looked over at the various boats and reduced the number of torpedoes and missiles on each ship to a single missile per ship.*
Raegus: So, he is actually a real person? The leader of the nonjas? OY! The word 'dimensions' cannot be used like that!
[rant about dimensions that you are free to ignore]
Raegus: 'Dimensions' is the number of uncorrelated directions, which is not something you can be on. It is like saying you are on a separate vertical. It makes no sense. The correct term is universe or, I suppose world would also be fine. But not frickin' dimensions.
[/rant about dimensions that you are free to ignore]
Raegus: Anyways.. I am a physics major at, erm.. Caltech. Came over here for vacation, obviously did not get any vacation. Why would you think I had any power? Until recently, I was unaware that supernatural powers were possible. Seeing as there are such powers, I will not be giving my name, as names (may) have power. OOC: I suppose that a few millennia is recent. Also, the rant is both my feeling and Raegus's acting like a Caltech student.
A while later, David wakes up in a white room on a bed. He sees a heart monitor to his right and a generic chair to his left. Ironically, the heart monitor was flatlined and no one seemed to notice. Of course though, he thought. Plants don't have hearts. He detached the IV's and wires from him, got up, and walked outside. Upon arrival, he noticed Matthew, Raegus, and Johnathan speaking to the guard. He walked up to them and said "Does anyone know what happened? I just remember getting upset... then I blacked out..."