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Post by F A T E on Oct 17, 2012 10:55:20 GMT -8
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[style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]03. REVELATIONS [/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #ebebeb; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]MEETING ATROPOS[/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]PREREQUISITES[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]This thread is a semi-closed thread. SENRI is entitled to one character to participate in this thread. This thread is also accepting ONE civilian and ONE non civilian character (ie. identified, claimed or awakened.) These characters cannot be in any other event threads and cannot be in a thread after the time stamp in the event. [see the timestamp section in this post][/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]TASK[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]This is a plot event, due to fate residue being spent to summon this thread it doesn't have a real task. There are things throughout this thread that will happen but your characters responses are purely up to you. Best of luck and if anything is unclear be sure to ask fate questions through PM or spike via skype. [/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]TIME STAMP[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]04/17/2012
Please note this event takes place within and around the wright building. It is recommended that you read event 1 which can be found in the archives and also lurk the fate tracker. It is around 8:30AM and it is a stormy day, currently with light showers. Atropos will post once you three have posted. Please know that the wright office building is currently under reconstruction due to event 01. Your character can be drawn here for any reason you wish.
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Post by shera on Oct 17, 2012 11:39:14 GMT -8
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17/04/2012
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First Event = Super Excited Robo
| [atrb=vAlign,top] It was early, extremely early for Shera anyways… or was it just extremely late? Shera was a creature of the night. Parties started no earlier than 8pm, real parties started after 12am, and Shera usually went until 5/6am. It was simply her way and the way of all the night creatures in L.A. Still though she rarely made it past 7am and she hadn't seen an 8:30am in years.
Shera had come from a particularly loud rager, her ears still ringing, booze strongly on her breath, and the taste of vomit at the back of her throat. Shera had been rather intoxicated at the gathering, but she’d sobered up enough to make her way home, as a rule she never passed out in public as it just wasn’t the lady like thing to do. Years of drinking and using had left her with a very high tolerance and when most would cave she would be just beginning. Still though Shera must have been tipsier than she thought she was, as she’d ended up very lost in the maze of downtown Los Angeles.
She had to have left the party well over an hour ago, reluctantly as there was a very handsome man with large biceps tempting her to stay… but she was resolved to get home and pass the hell out. Instead though, she found herself hung over, sickly, and wandering around neighborhoods she’d never seen before. She tried to find a taxi but the streets proved to be eerily bare. It was early enough that some people had to be headed to or just leaving work shifts. Were there no cab drivers awake at this time? No, that didn’t make any sense.
Shera’s pink weave was a tangled mess; she had dark stains on her pink boa and mermaid green dress. At some point in her journey she’d broken the heel off of one of her aqua colored stilettos… something that had really pissed her off, and she looked as bad as she felt. Her make up a smeared mess, and Shera droopy eyed to the point of hardly being able to make out the scenery around her. At some point she stopped for a quick sit at a bus stop but when no bus came along she’d moved on… besides Shera detested public transportation and she was in no mood to be seen or gawked at.
It had been raining lightly for a little while which made Shera’s makeup run and gave her the overall appearance of a wet dog… how she hated her life now more than ever. She started to sob, the kind of sob you can only muster when under the influence, and after a few blocks she tripped and fell near the ruins of the Wright building. She fell flat on her face and scrapped her hands trying to catch herself; the contents of her clutch purse went flying and Shera was tempted to just lay there and die. Then she decided she was being too dramatic, even for her, and attempted to lift herself up but settled for getting on her knees, crawling under the awning of a a near by building and just sitting there, resting for a bit.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Oct 17, 2012 12:17:16 GMT -8
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Word had got around that the Wright offices were ruined, and theories as to why were floating in the air. He remembered picking up a bit of information by eavesdropping on his family’s dinner conversations (he didn’t bother eating with them; the awkward silences caused by his presence were too much for him to bear). He had reminded himself that if he were bored, he might want to check it out, observe for a bit, and then go back to being as bored as a dead fish. Still, it was something, and although it probably wasn’t enough to pique his interest levels, it would have to do. He almost never did anything productive at home. Arguing with his parents and getting pissed at his step brother were the only two things that he bothered to do at home. Yelling until his throat hurt wasn’t a very wise way to spend his day.
Canis was sporting a blue, comfortable sweater with soft fur lining that kept him warm. His jeans were also a faded blue, worn and wrinkled. He was wearing black shoes with blue laces, which were now completely soaked and making his socks wet, much to his irritation. His light brown hair was swept to the side, out of the way of his eyes so that he could see properly. It was hard to see already, with the hood and the weather. Adding another obstruction would most likely get him onto the road and hit by a bus. That was a route that Canis didn’t feel like taking, though he might consider it in the future. His drive? Extreme boredom.
As a way to pass the boredom, he reached for his purple iPod, which was currently residing in the back pocket of his jeans, and plugged in his earphones. Placing the ear buds in both of his ears, he gingerly pressed a button and shoved it back in his pocket as the music began. All of this happened in about five seconds, Canis making sure that his trusty music player wouldn’t get wet. If he broke it, he doubted that his family would get him a new one. He jovially whistled along to the popular Japanese song that was playing. Recently he had been getting into a lot of Japanese music. It was much better than English music that was going on, which he considered to be trash.
As he reached his destination, he whistled in awe. The building was currently under reconstruction, and it looked like a battlefield. His inquisitive eyes scouted the map; was there anything else worthy of his attention? From the looks of it, no, but a strange figure had caught his eye. It was a person, and she was… sitting there. The ground was wet because of the rain, and she was just chilling there without a care in the world. There were people starving in Africa, and this woman, probably drunk, was asking for hypothermia. Canis’ eyes narrowed, and he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. What was the world coming to? His eyes left the strange woman sitting on the ground and his attention was back on the building. Some people were saying that it was a mafia attack, and others were claiming it was an earthquake. Why an earthquake, he didn’t know. He hadn’t felt any in the last few years. Actually, he hadn’t ever experienced being in an earthquake. He shifted his weight from one leg to another as he studied the building, his eyes thoughtful and quiet.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2012 9:32:11 GMT -8
Lucas had no idea what time it was. He had been wandering about the streets of Los Angeles after the gym closed for the evening. He was growing to hate his apartment, he felt anxious and cramped inside the building. He wasn't sure why... He only started to feel that way after he got out of the hospital. The only time he felt better was when he was outside. The big man sighed a d continued his aimless walk, fatigue oddly absent tonight.
Cold was slowly sinking in, stinging his arms. That was the result of wearing sleeveless vests and coats, but it gave him a great opportunity to show off his arms. The rain had soaked his jeans, making them cling to his skin. he supposed it added to the overal effect. He worked hard to sculpt his body, he might as well flaunt it. He just wished he understood why he held such disinterest when he was trying to flirt with a girl. Earlier he had attempted to chat up a cute blond at a bar. It had started off well, her interested in his body but... Lucas shook his head. At least he hadn't lied and brought her home aimlessly.
If Lucas would have taken a moment to disembark from his train of thought, he would have noticed where exactly he was. And maybe he would have turned and fled. The incident at the Wright law offices still hadn't sunk in. Monsters and the world going insane really upsets a persons view on reality. His walk slowed, feeling a tug near his heart. There was something about where he was...
He slowly looked up, blinking at the contraction scaffolding and equipment. The Wright Law offices. He was here again. Maybe he could sneak in... And see what happened again. Everything felt so rushed at the time, and he really just wanted to... Feel the place again. Returning to the scene of the crime, as the police would say.
Something caught his attention, literally tore it away. He wasn't alone. He blinked and stared at the others, a young boy and a rather... Dishevelled looking lady. He felt he should say something, but... He really just wanted to... Do something.
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Tag: Madame Shera, Canis Minor & Atropos
Notes: This won't end well....
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ATROPOS
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THE DESTROYER
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Post by ATROPOS on Oct 18, 2012 11:31:11 GMT -8
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[style=font-size: 9.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 0 15 15 15; margin-top: -25px; width: 300px;]Atropos smiled slightly as she felt the earth collide with her feet. She could feel the slight shiver of pain as the ground tried to absorb the impact of her form with little success. She could hear the loud crack as the earth beneath her feet buckled from the sheer force at which she had collided with the earth. She crouched low to the ground, her right arm barely touching the ground. She slowly allowed her wings to unfurl, their ebony colour reflecting off of the overcast morning sun. She was overwhelmed with her surroundings, there was no denying it but she had no other option but to put on her big girl panties and grow a pair. She would not stumble about blindly and allow herself to be ambushed like her sisters had.
The force knew about them, knew that they were coming to earth to fix the problem. Fate was no longer in their capable hands, it was revolting against its masters. Fate had always awaited patiently, waiting until the fates were in a vulnerable position to strike with some kind of minion. The fear monster, the army of undead. She didn't want to stick around and find out what horrid sight would find her soon, it was inevitable that fate would be upon her soon though. The angel slowly stood, although she was naked she felt uncomfortable in her own skin. She was just a sack of skin but yet she contained a fraction of her power, enough power to destroy any human who got in her way. She didn't dare waste it like her sisters had. Clotho had wasted it on humans, altered their thread. It was forbidden but Clotho was never one to have a back bone and allow her creations to wither and die before her eyes. Lachesis was suppose to be the heartless one, the fate that would give people life obstacles they wouldn't be able to get by.
Yet, Lachesis had broken the vow anyway. Threads had been altered. Atropos would not allow herself to intervene with human life, she could not. Someone had to be the role model of what power should look like. With a shiver Atropos started to walk down the alley way she was in. She had no real idea where she was, it didn't matter. She glanced towards a large building to her right and wasted no time on working on a disguise. She let her wings expand to their full capacity before launching herself off of the ground and towards a third story window. She could feel the life force without exerting any power. She crashed through the window, the glass shards raining around her. She smirked slightly to see a women dressed in what appeared to be a maid costume. The girl opened her mouth to scream but her life was over before she had a chance to beg for forgiveness. The poor maid.
The small exertion of her power would get her noticed by fate at any minute. She wasted no time in putting on the dead women's clothing, the black dress reaching her ankles. She chuckled slightly before ripped the bottom half of the dress off so it reached her knees. "I can't go about killing fate dressed like a nun" She could feel the presence starting to close in on her, the women before her was suppose to die today. She was about to cut her thread before she reached earth. Although she was suppose to fall out the window she guessed that being killed by an angel was more interesting. With a sigh she tossed the body through the window. poor girl must have fallen.
With that Atropos launched herself out the window, not batting an eyelash that she had just killed a women. She could feel the wind rush past her face as she sailed towards the ground. The shoes she had taken were a pair of plain black flats that she hated. She wanted some bad ass commando boots or something but these would have to do. At least the women wasn't a slut or Atropos would be running around in stilettos. Atropos cared about how she carried this mission out. Sure, she had a couple human emotions she probably shouldn't but the last time she came to earth she had to slaughter anyone who had come into contact with fate. Now she would have to seek them out and determine if they could help her. Hence, why she was fucking pissed she was no longer a bad ass but a nanny for stupid humans.
She tucked her wings by her sides, a simple shimmer of her magic and they seemed to have disappeared all together. She would be safe from human detection for now, the glimmer would put her at risk with fate catching her sooner though. She knew where she wanted to be, she would start her investigation at the beginning of the first mistake. The ruins of the law office of wright. The building was within her enhanced vision. She could easily make out the crumbled walls where fate's mutants had damaged the building. It was a miracle the building didn't just collapse when all the claimings had occurred.
Atropos walked towards the building at a leisurely pace, she could not just prance in and start analyzing the building. She would be identified quickly as the large power source that should not be on earth. She had to mingle with humans so it would be harder to determine which one of the bodies contained the power of the fates. The streets were generally empty, a car or two rolling past. Workers would be heading to work in about half an hour. That was all the time she had before she had to run away and sulk in the shadows. She would figure out how fate is manipulating people's destinies. Then, she would personally destroy fate, absorb the power back into the three fates and return home. Her guess was she had maybe a couple days of fun ahead of her. A smile spread across her lips as she waked towards the building. This would be fun.
"If you want to live stand next to me right now." Her voice boomed with authority, it would be the humans choice but even an idiot would recognize her power. "Drunkie, get up and act like you have the power to destroy the sun," It might have been an exaggeration of her power but she had not time to tell the girl any differently. "Pedo candy, you have to act like a man, you could control a whole navy simply by asking them to do something." She had no time to really analyze what was happening fate would be upon them in a moments time. "You, just try to pretend you understand what your body is going through, you big baby." She didn't need to double check to feel the power starting to blossom from the other mortal. She did a once over with her makeshift soldiers. It would be interesting to see where this went, she wondered if maybe she could pull this off with maybe only one of them dying, hopefully the tree hugger.
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Post by shera on Oct 18, 2012 13:48:43 GMT -8
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17/04/2012
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Oh Shera, just crap your panties already.
| [atrb=vAlign,top] Shera didn’t even notice the two men that had wandered near her. Her vision was practically non-existent, she could feel sleep overcoming her as she gave into the wet and cold that was dominating her senses. Shera was going to break her own rule, but what a wonderful spot this would be to pass out in. It really wouldn’t be such a bad spot to stay in forever, to just lay down and die in the rain.
And then something was wrong. Shera felt something she couldn’t really even describe. First it was a sort of prickling at the base of her spine that just seemed to grow and grow and grow. The prickling became a sort of hot stabbing that worked its way up into her skull. She felt as if someone was standing over her, beside her, within her. Shera felt as though she was awash with the presence of another being. The feeling was almost ecstasy but at the same time terror.
When Atropos finally reached Madam Shera and the other spectators, Shera was about ready to just bolt up and run for it. She didn’t want to be here, something about this place was wrong, she shouldn’t be here, she should be at home in her bed. Run Shera, run was all her mind could say but her body remained frozen.
“Drunkie, get up and act like you have the power to destroy the sun.”
When Atropos spoke to Shera, she knew she was exactly who the girl was talking to. True if Shera were more focused she would have picked up that yes she was the drunkie, but it wasn’t like that. This was more like she’d actually yelled out Shera’s name, written her name on a package and handed it to her.
The Madam jolted up as the girl, no the beast, began speaking. Shera wanted to flee but jumping was all her body could handle at the moment. The sudden motion almost made Shera sick but she was able to command her stomach to stay at bay. She didn’t know what to do, she felt the need to obey the woman, but what was it she had even said? The power to destroy the sun? What the hell was going on, what was this mix of emotions Shera felt. Was it just the booze? Shera started to wonder how high she might be.
Shera tried to open her mouth to say something. She tried to ask what was going on but nothing came out. Her makeup virtually gone, and her wig having fallen off as she stood to expose the nylon cap containing her real hair, Shera lost most of her feminine appearance. She still had her implants for boobs and the curves created by her girdle, but she would have had to kill everyone in the immediate vicinity if she knew how bad she actually looked at the moment. Finally she was able to croak out something between a high pitched gasp and a scream of surprise.
Shera definitely felt empowered and sassy at the moment, that was for sure.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Oct 18, 2012 16:04:03 GMT -8
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What exactly happened here?
Before he was able to question further, a booming voice filled with authority echoed through his ears, sending chills up and down his spine. Suddenly, the world seemed so much darker than it used to be, even though Canis didn’t feel any change in the weather. There wasn’t anything wrong with the weather, either. It was the same as five minutes before, physically. However, Canis felt a change in the atmosphere around him. It was a change that made his presence seem so small, so insignificant. It was almost as if a celestial being had decided to grace a mere human with its presence. The change was so… bleak. At the same time, it was not. It was like the rain had suddenly started to come down harder, only it was not so. Whatever this strange feeling was, it couldn’t have been something good. Canis cautiously turned around him to see a woman. No, it wasn’t the woman from before; it looked like she was still on the ground, looking as horrendous as ever. There was another man there as well, but Canis knew that the atmosphere wasn’t changed by him. It was the newer woman, the one who seemed like she was standing before him. She was strangely dressed, almost like a maid. The dress looked like it was messily torn so that it would hang around the woman’s knee. The woman herself was the epitome of authority, her posture and body language screaming: I’m better than you! Canis felt his sass fail him, not able to let out a flippant remark on her dress code, leaving him to fend for himself. He gulped, not knowing why this woman was telling him to stand beside her, but without his spunk, Canis was just like any other child his age. He was an ignorant coward at heart, his head bowing slightly, almost as if he were at her command.
The sane, logical side of him wasn’t able to comprehend his actions. Canis was rendered speechless because of a woman who looked like she was having a bad dress day. Canis assumed that she had done the tearing with her bare hands, which then caused him to wonder what kind of inhuman strength this woman possessed. While Canis stared at fear in the face, he realized that he was a naïve child with no knowledge of the real world. This woman, who had the presence of a deity, was the kind of person that Canis had never met before. And not many people were able to stun him into silence. The only people who were able to do that were the people who looked like they would hurt him. This woman didn’t look like she had any weapons on her, but there was something about her that told him that she would easily be able to kill him. Being as young as he was, he was easily influenced by the lady and before he knew it, he was walking towards her. He knew that this wasn’t natural. There was something about her that wasn’t… human.
“Who… are you?” he squeaked, lifting his soaked face to look up at her. He was standing about two meters in front of her, staring at her in the face. It was nerve wracking, like he was standing in front of a wolf with its feet bared. If one multiplied that pressure by ten, they would have a vague idea of his feelings at the time. Clenching his fist, he took another step towards her, though veering slightly to the right so that he could stand beside her, obeying her previous orders. And what had she meant when she said that he could control a navy? Did the woman know what she was saying? Canis was beginning to question her sanity, and at the same time, he was unsure about his.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2012 7:13:30 GMT -8
Lucas was perfectly content ignoring the other two people for now, and quietly approached the building. He wasn;t going to get much done if he simply stood by and watched. He walked up to the main door, at least it still seemed to be in working order. He was mere moments away from pulling on the handle and beginning his investigation, when a sharp booming voice rang out. He froze and turned around, dread flooding his mind. For a moment he felt the same way he did during the incident. Terrified. Terrified to die.
He slowly turned and looked at the source of the voice, a very strangely dressed woman. She stood tall and proud, and obviously seemed to have an idea of what she was doing. The authority in her voice carried over through her body posture. Aside from the maid costume, Lucas wouldn't be surprised to know that this woman was in the military. Well, aside from the maid's outfit and the aura around this woman. He had no idea who she was, or what she was doing, yet she just barked an order. And by god, Lucas would do it.
Not so much willingly, however. It was more like when a bank robber tells you to get down. Though instead of a gun, this lady was packing way more... Briskly he hurried over to her side. As he approached she said something to him. ...pretend you understand what your body is going though, you big baby. The last part stung. Lucas gritted his teeth then stopped as the first part of the sentence kicked in. ”Wait. You know what's happening to me?” He asked, hoping to god he found someone who could tell him what was going on.
He looked at his companion for this... what ever it was. The drunk lady and the “pedo candy.” heh... funny. Though the kid looked just as terrified and confused as everyone else. He was happy the kid asked who she was, though he already aske a question so he wasn't sure why he would be nervous to ask again... or maybe it might be one question too many at this point. He wasn't sure anymore, and honestly almost wanted to go back to Canada.
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Tag: Madame Shera, Canis Minor & Atropos
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Post by ATROPOS on Oct 19, 2012 8:42:48 GMT -8
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[style=font-size: 9.5px; text-align: justify; padding: 0 15 15 15; margin-top: -25px; width: 300px;]Atropos cursed herself at the reactions of the civilians. She wasn't expecting much of them, lowering the bar so they actually had a chance to almost impress her. She wasn't even surprised at their lame attempts to seem like heavenly beings. It was obvious which one the the four of them was Atropos. The drunk women tried her best, on a normal day Atropos might have given her alcohol poisoning to put her out of her mystery but the women was needed if Atropos wanted the upper hand. The little child seemed confused but obeyed. Although she heard his questions she easily gave him a look that implied now was not the time. She just hoped he didn't poop his pants in fear. Worse things were going to happen anyway.
Atropos glanced over the muscular young man. It was clear that he had an over abundance of muscle but his personality didn't quite match up with his situation. He seemed so lost that Atropos felt a pang of guilt. He was claimed, she could feel the earth energy radiate off of him. Atropos was royally fucked, she didn't even know where to start with how flawed her plan was. "Look, you guys really suck so my old plan isn't going to work." The words were harsh, although they were true she would never be able to fool anyone that these civilians might be the fabled Atropos. She needed another plan and very quickly or she was screwed. She started to pace slightly, the slight rain not causing her to flinch in the slightest.
"New plan, get as high as you can in that building, top floor, roof top whatever you can muster in your... conditions." Atropos clearly sized up the drunken mess. She knew she was leaving them to fend for themselves but the higher they got in the building the more helpful Atropos could be. The sky was her domain, nothing would dare claim victory against her. She knew the building was highly unstable, the ground floor was mostly ruined, a quick scan of the building confirmed that. Although most of the debris has been cleaned up there were still lots of damaged done to the building. "Separating would be the most ideal, there is only one of them and three of you." She could feel the being starting to approach them. She grimaced as she was running out of time.
She looked between the three civilians and nodded briskly. "If you live I will try to answer any questions you may have but try not to die." With that Atropos allowed the glimmer that was around her fall, her large black wings extending. She would not go down without a fight. With that she took off, her wings pushing against the air around her causing a large gust of wind to stir. She wasted no time in gaining altitude, she knew her monster would be here any moment to try and stop her. The civilians would be caught in the cross fire, maybe they would prove useful and weaken the being but this situation was not in their favour. She doubted they would make it to the third floor before the being would show itself.
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Post by shera on Oct 19, 2012 14:02:30 GMT -8
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Sorry for the short response but wanted to get it up and going.
| [atrb=vAlign,top] Shera was left gawking even more than before. The other two people, who Shera had still barely even noticed still, gave responses only slightly better than Shera had herself. Then the beast before them commanded them to scale a building she flew off; her massive wings scattering the rain water and splashing Madame Shera in the face.
The extra splash of water did seem to bring Shera around a bit more though. She was still groggy as hell, but she didn’t feel as unable to respond. The woman had given her an order and she still felt compelled to listen. Beyond that the command also held a warning of some sort, ”If I live?” what was that about? The very real fear that had overcame Shera mixed awkwardly with her current physical and disheveled state. She still felt like death but feared immediate death more than she wanted to just lay down in the gutter.
Shera watched the woman as she flew up into the sky, looked around at the area near here (the quick head movement making her feel a bit queasy) and then she headed for the building she’d been instructed to climb. Shera didn’t really care about anyone nearby; the man and the boy were still easily ignored, as were any other people near or inside the building. Shera made her way to through the buildings main doors, slowly but with a purpose. Her pace was hampered by both her groggy state and the awkward limp created by her broken heel.
Shera entered the building and paused for a moment to vomit near the door (missing the nearby trash bin entirely, and then she limped toward the elevator. Her purse and its contents had been abandoned outside, along with her wig; Shera would be damned before she kicked off her heels though. The shoes were fifteen year old Christian Lacroix, they’d cost her $900 and were extremely limited in production, they could be repaired but not replaced.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Oct 19, 2012 15:53:33 GMT -8
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It’s a wonderful life.
He lifted his now soaking wet face to watch the woman in flight, his mouth still hanging open. People didn’t fly. It wasn’t natural. Canis had noticed that the woman wasn’t normal, but she could fly? Well, that confirmed the fact that she wasn’t human. Canis hadn’t suspected that far, but that authority was strange for a human. His thoughts were interrupted by the shuffling of feet, and he looked to see that the others were still there and seeing the same sights as him. Maybe if he could confirm the fact that they had seen it too, he could somehow force himself to believe that his next stop wasn’t an asylum for the mentally challenged. He wasn’t mentally challenged, though. He was being modest. It was more likely that he was insane.
He looked around him, scouting the map for the two figures that were supposed to be around him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the drunken woman hurrying for the building. So she believed the woman’s words. Well, Canis couldn’t do much about her. He turned to the man with an admirable body figure (not that he’d admit it), and asked him, “Did you see what I just saw?” His skeptical, and terrified, eyes scanned the skies for the woman with wings. She was still there, but he was having more trouble seeing her now because of the heavy rain. His eyes then went back to the woman who was shuffling towards the building, and then it went back to the skies. The woman obviously knew something; he couldn’t just walk away and say that the woman was insane. There was something going on, something that Canis wasn’t aware of, and if he wanted to live, it would probably be wise to listen to the lady who took flight. Without waiting for an answer, he silently ran after the drunken woman, ignoring the yellow tape that told them to keep out. He ducked under it, almost slipping into a puddle, and reappeared on the other side of the tape. He made his way to the building, forcing open the door, and made for the stairs. “I’m insane,” he muttered as he advanced, his wet sneakers making loud squeaks and squelches as they hit the floor. Now that the woman was gone, he had gained some of his spunk back, but he was still rather shaken up. His legs trembling, he began to ascend the steps that went to the second floor.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2012 17:31:22 GMT -8
Lucas blinked stupidly as the girl strait up insulted them. He sucked!? He curled his hands into a fist once more. He was getting seriously annoyed with the crazy bitch, and how she was treating them. She was someone powerful, he knew that, but did she have to be so rude? The rain was growing a little heavier, but the big guy had more pressing issues on hand.
The girl, the bitch, had said something mildly... worrying. ”One of what?” he asked, a hint of panic in his voice. ”Is this like the cyborgs again!?” He screamed at the girl, noticing something was off. His jaw dropped as a pair or huge black wings unfurled from her back, and took off into the night sky. ” Y... yeah kid. I saw that too... He shook his head, his life haven gotten quite... crazy since the incident at the law office. He really just wanted to go home to Canada where things were normal.
He cracked his knuckles and his neck, rolling his huge shoulders. Fine. They wanted answers they needed to stay alive. That was do-able. He survived the cyborgs, somehow. He was glad he was healed up, or this would have been a bit more difficult. Hell, might be a good way to excersice. He knew this building was in shambles, maneuvering it would be fun. The third floor... he had never been there, he had never made it past the first. He took off after the others his long legs carrying him prettying quickly. He was no olympian, so thank god he was tall. ”Hey lady! The elevator is broken!" He called out to the drunk chick, who moments ago opted to empty her stomach. Lucas would have to throw his sneakers out later. He made his way for the stairs. Half tempted to pick the kid up and carry him like a foot ball.
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Tag: Madame Shera, Canis Minor & Atropos
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Post by F A T E on Oct 21, 2012 11:35:04 GMT -8
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[style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]03. REVELATIONS [/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #ebebeb; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]MEETING ATROPOS[/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]MAGICIAN[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]The rain intensified outside, the light drizzle quickly turned into sheets of water spraying down from the grey skies. The Magician chuckled slightly from his position, the comfy chair he sat on would allow him to relax while completing his task. He closed his eyes for a moment, her energy was radiating sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but be inspired by her power, a shame she would have to die. He opened his eyes once more, the rooftop had a nice greenhouse in which he was perched, simply looking down on Los Angeles like he had nothing better to do. He twitched slightly as he felt her power once more. He smirked slightly as he could pin point her location. "Let the games begin" His voice boomed in the green house a couple building over from the Wright Offices. A streak of lightning arced through the sky nearly hitting Atropos as she flew upward into the sky. She would not get so lucky next time.
He smiled as he grabbed onto the arms of his chair, this would be the most fun his master had ever let him have. He could died by the hands of this beast. He knew he could not destroy Atropos but continue to lay the trap Fate was setting for the three fates. Once the trap was set he could flee and return again to destroy her when she was vulnerable. It would be his pleasure to destroy such a powerful beast. He closed his eyes as he started to channel his magic. The induced coma would allow him to fully use his magic. He would destroy every soul that interacted with that beast. He knew he was baiting her just by trying to kill someone who was not suppose to die today. If he succeeded he might actually win this battle.
The Wright building rumble slightly, the doors shutting themselves with the three civilians locked inside. They would not be leaving any time soon. The windows darkened until they slowly turned black. They were impenetrable from the inside but it did not stop the rain from pouring into the building causing water to pour onto the floor. The windows seemed to vibrate slightly, their once reflective structure now appeared inky and jet black. Although the spell was simple enough there was no chance they would be escaping through them. The inky substance slowly started to shift as if it was generating something. The lobby, although still in rough shape from the last time fate was present was slowly starting to shrink. The walls slowly caving inward. It wasn't obvious but the walls were slowly moving closer together.
"Confodio "
The word echoed throughout the lobby. The Latin word rung clear for about three seconds before a large inky spike erupted from a window on the far right of the room. It soared through the room at alarming speeds, a tad bit slower than a gunshot. It pierced through a desk that sat in the middle of the lobby with little effort before continuing to propel forward. It only stopped once it reached another window covered in the inky substance. Another blacken spike appeared, this one became a block to any escape the civilians may have seen in the far staircase. It had the diameter of about a baseball but it was clear that it was razor sharp. The magician smiled from where he sat. The three civilians were now his prey.
"Confodio "
An identical spike shot out of the first spike, propelling towards the door. With an inky splat the new spike barely missed Shera by a few centimetres. The three poles continued to vibrate slightly as they awaited commands. The magician grimaced slightly, he had missed his mark. He had missed his mark, they would not be so lucky the next time.
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Post by ATROPOS on Oct 21, 2012 17:38:47 GMT -8
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Atropos smiled widely as she enjoyed the feel of the rain colliding with her skin. The wind slapped against her face but Atropos merely smiled as she revealed in the joy flight could bring her. She had almost forgotten the last time she had flown in her skin sack. It was as she was freely flying upwards towards the grey clouds that blocked out the sun that she noticed the rouge lightning bolt soar towards her. She chuckled with pleasure as she easily arced around it, twisted her body slightly so the electricity missed her. Atropos was still laughing in pure joy, she had forgot the joy of trying to be killed felt like. The thunder that followed the lightning made Atropos smile even wider. She could faintly make out the sound of a mans voice… So he thought this was a game, so be it. Atropos would enjoy showing the hunter how it felt to be hunted.
Atropos was actually having fun, the sheer bliss of battle calling to her. This battle was nothing compared to her last battle but it still brought fond memories to her. Her ebony wings were streaked with water, although usually mammals with feathers had trouble flying in such conditions Atropos was enjoying the challenge. The harder it was to kill this son of a bitch the more funs he would have in the process. Atropos was trying to first gauge his power, the ability to manipulate the elements required an abundance of power. Although it was just lightning she had a gut feeling it was not the only thing he was capable of. She glanced towards the building to see a black inky substance start to form on the ground floor. Although it appeared to be just on the exterior she knew he was up to something. She was not about to play hero if that was what he wanted. Her opponent had no idea who they were messing with if she thought she would risk her life to save three useless civilians. By killing the claimed civilian it would just cause Atropos one less thing to worry about.
The inky substance was slowly creeping up the exterior of the building, it darkened windows quickly but seemed to scale the building at a rhythmic pace. She smirked, who knew, maybe her gang of misfit fuck ups would actually pull through. Atropos allowed herself to gaze at the building a bit longer, her wings flapping harder to keep herself from losing altitude against the pouring rain. Her silver hair was plastered against her skin as her black dress clung to her body. Great, she looked like the grudge. With a sigh she turned to survey the surrounding area. Her opponent has learned from her sisters mistakes that confronting a goddess is never a good idea. This was no fun if he wasn't going to come out and play with her, whatta pussy. She tried to focus on what to do but she was coming up with a blank. She couldn't find her not so valiant opponent and she couldn't go save her rag tag gang. She grimaced as she searched her options. She would not alter their fates, by changing the course of their destinies she could alter humanity as a whole. She yelled out loud, not some super powerful battle call like she wanted but instead a mere human scream of frustration.
She took a deep breathe before clenching her fist slightly, a reflex she had developed whenever she was angry. She could feel her rage taking over, it was always a bad idea to get the goddess of death angry. Within her hand a sickle slowly started to appear, she couldn't stop herself as old habits started to kick in. She growled slightly feeling the sickle slowly solidifying within her grasp. The long black handle still had blood stains upon its shaft from previous battles. Her eyes slowly started to darken, within moments her whole iris was a pitch black colour. She was ready for this battle, she had no choice. Not having the capacity to think any longer she rushed towards the closest battle. Her black wings leading her towards the wright building. Within her mind she knew it was a bad idea but her body surged forward, bringing up her sickle above her head. The silver blade glistening as she brought it downward on the inky blackness. It easily peeled away from the brick of the building before being replaced by the growing substance. Her eyes softened slightly as her rationality tried to take over. Instead she simply lashed out with her sickle to destroy the substance only to find the same result as previously. She was stuck on the outside. She would have to enter through a different floor of the building and hope the civilians didn't get caught in the cross fire... or hope they did. She didn't really have her final decision about if she would let them go alive or not yet.
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Post by shera on Oct 22, 2012 15:10:50 GMT -8
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Sorry for slow response, Sundays are my busy days.
| [atrb=vAlign,top] Shera had almost made it to the elevator door when the young man, who she may have just noticed from the first time, shouted at her that the elevators were broken. Broken wasn’t the right word though, without power maybe or perhaps poorly functioning. Shera finally looked around the building and recognized that it was in a state of disrepair. Somehow the man yelling at her caused her to focus on the building. The splash of water on her face, the voiding of her stomach, and the yells of a stranger had finally pulled her out of her stupor enough to function and take notice. She watched the others as they moved away and tried to focus.
Shera shook her head from side to side and blinked slowly several times, trying to regain her composure. She reached down and slipped off her shoes, looping the straps around her left wrist. And she tried to look for a way to move forward, to go upward in the building. She noticed that one of the elevators was stuck open slightly. The doors leading into the elevator were propped open and she could just see the top of the elevator box inside. The movable compartment seemed to be part way down to what could only be some sort of basement storage level.
As Shera began to formulate a course of action she thought she heard someone saying something, and then the building was filled with a darkness. A black oily substance began to seep up the windows, filling in the cracks and holes of the building. The entry room suddenly felt much colder and Shera could no longer make out the sounds of the storm outside. In fact she could hear nothing but her own labored breathing.
Then she heard a voice, clear as day, and nearly deafening. The oily substance that was practically crawling up the walls shot out in various directions. A sharp banging noise was made as they sailed through the air and formed barriers around certain areas. One shot past Shera, only just missing her, and slammed into the area beyond her. Shera fell backward and screamed, landing hard on her ass. Shera felt jarred for a split second and then she was determined to move. The stinging in her head, the nausea in her stomach, none of that mattered as Shera became overwhelmed with the desire to run away and survive.
She scrambled to her feet and half ran, half crawled to the open elevator shaft and climbed up onto the broken down elevator. The inside of the shaft was even darker than the entry room, Shera had to fumble around to find the utility ladder. She’d only been hoping one was there, and was pleased to discover that the movies had gotten at least one thing right. Shera began to clamber up the ladder that seemed to be built into the wall. She had to pull away from the elevator slightly as the thing seemed to be attached to the wall at a slight gap, which must have allowed a person on the thing to clear the elevator should it start moving.
Shera was never the strongest person, and she rarely exercised, but she hoisted her way up the ladder as if her life depended on it (which it very well did). Shera was panicked and thought the stairs might have been easier but the beast had told them to separate, hadn’t she?! Shera’s mind was racing and the impossibility of everything that was happening was making her question what was real. Was this real? Or was she still dreaming in a gutter outside as the rain poured down on her. She wanted to question everything that was happening but something screaming inside her, told her not to stop. Shera was a survivor if nothing else. She had survived on the streets of L.A. for years and she would survive this. She continued to climb, her pace couldn’t really be called fast but it was certainly steady. And with her broken heels dangling around her elbows, Shera attempted to climb away from the shadowy goo on the first floor.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Oct 22, 2012 17:44:42 GMT -8
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A word was uttered from the depths of the darkness, a word that was foreign to Canis. He didn't understand the word, and for a moment, he was trying to figure out what language it was. However, he soon realized that the voice didn't come from the well-built man who was just behind him, and it certainly didn't come from the drunken woman who was trying to operate the broken elevator. He turned around for a split second, wondering who it was who had said the word. And why. It was the wrong time to be fooling around, and everybody with common sense should've known that, even the drunken woman that was standing by the elevator.
About three seconds past, and then the real chaos began. Out of nowhere, a black spike that was hard to see came bolting out of a window, effortlessly crashing through a desk and continuing on to the window at incredible speeds. His clammy hands and cold sweat confirmed his fears, and he instinctively ducked when he heard the sound of another inky spike fly. He tumbled and rolled down the broken staircase, his world spinning in the darkness. When he finally landed at the base of the stairs, his elbow made contact with the hard floor, and he shrieked in pain, holding his left elbow with his right hand and writhing on the floor. Damn, he hit his elbow hard. Moments later, he heard a third spike zoom past him, and then the sound of a woman's scream. He guessed that to be the drunken woman, but he didn't have time to worry about that now. There were freaking spikes flying around, and if he didn't stop moving, there was a very high chance that the next one would get him clean through the stomach.
Groaning, he groggily managed to sit himself up in the pitch black lobby. He proceeded to lean on his knee to get his first leg standing straight, and his other leg followed. Great. Now he was standing up straight, his legs trembling, and it was extremely difficult to walk around without tripping over the invisible trash that littered the ground. He felt water, and noticed that his clothes were wet, probably because of the way he hit the ground after a ride down the staircase. His elbow seemed like it was vibrating, and he clutched it with one hand, clenching hard as a ways to somehow dull the pain. He moved slowly, going back to the staircase and trying to climb it again, only to find that it had been blocked off by one of the spikes. He didn't dare get near it, afraid of what would happen if he did. "S-stairs. They're blocked," he called out, ignoring the fact that he had stuttered. He figured that anybody who was going through the experience were also scared silly, so he didn't bother hiding his fear. "We need another way to get upstairs."
Canis was beginning to take the woman's words seriously now. He clung to the instructions that she had given them before she took off. Get as high as you can. But the way up was freaking blocked! How was he going to get upstairs? The idea dawned on him like a revelation, and he whipped around, not daring to run, but he walked speedily. The elevator. The elevator was the only way up now. Maybe the drunken woman was actually smart. He was basically blind and had to get on the floor to keep from tripping and losing precious time. With one hand on the wall and the other getting him across the floor (which was incredibly painful as he could still feel the pain from hitting the ground), he slowly made his way to the elevator. Finding it open, he crawled inside the claustrophobic room. It was much worse than the place outside, but right now the only idea he had was get up via elevator or climb up with your bare hands. He felt like he had broken a few bones, but if he wanted to get out alive, he was going to have to man up, and fast. He got onto his feet, taking care to steady himself before he began to move. If he tried to move dizzy, it would only get himself killed. And right now, survival was top priority. He couldn't think of any other way to get to the top floor. Following Shera's lead, he hoisted himself up the ladder, pathetically, using every last bit of strength that he could muster out of his thirteen year old body.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2012 6:04:46 GMT -8
The big guy's footsteps splashed in the water on the floor as he bolted to the steps. He slowed however, as things began to get strange once again. He slowly turned on himself, looking up at the windows, eyes peeled. The walls... the windows. There was something outside them. Something dark... The room felt much colder, and the temperature was still dropping. As the room grew darker and darker he glanced at both the boy on the stairs and the woman by the elevator. He wasn't able to see them much longer though as the darkness overtook the room. His eyes struggled to adjust, but they slowly did.
He was about to move to a wall to safety when he heard a voice ring it, it definitely wasn't the kid, his voice wasn't that deep. And his voice certainly didn’t cause loud whooshing noises and crashes. Lucas chocked back a scream. This was like the last time he was here... possession, and now this? This place was fucking haunted. Hearing the kid fall down the steps he moved to help him, but saw his faint outline get up. He watched the kid run towards the elevator... and the drunk chick was gone! The service ladder! Of course!
Lucas ran over to the door and forced them over a little further trying to squeeze himself inside so he could climb. The angel lady had said to stay separated, but right now this was all they had to move with.
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Tag: Madame Shera, Canis Minor & Atropos
Notes: Couldn;t we just reverse the polarity of the central Energy core, causing a temporal Tachyon backflow?
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Post by F A T E on Oct 26, 2012 13:50:40 GMT -8
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The magician smiled, they had survived level one. His eyes remained tightly closed, the greenhouse was his link to his body, the earthy smells keeping his senses alive. He could feel his astral body observing his magics, just an innocent bystander that could not be seen or heard. Atropos was set into a fit of rage, although her scythe made the magician twitch slightly he knew he was safe as long as he kept up his pace. He could feel a smile reach his lips as his plan was working, she lost her rationality when she was sent into this mindset. She was after death and the only living close enough was the three civilians. He just needed to continue to keep her in such a frustrated mindset. He could feel the three civilians reach the second floor. They were ready for the next level.
"resilio"
The simple word was enough to cause the greenhouse to vibrate ever so slightly. The power was overwhelming for the magician but it was no enough to cause him to back down. The angel was too preoccupied for the threat of his location to be discovered. The word echoed within the elevator shaft and throughout the second floor. The elevator shaft started to shrink. At first slowly but it was quickly becoming cramped. There was no possible way the group of them would be able to climb to the third floor, they would be lucky if they made it to the second floor for that matter. The cement walls were expanding exponentially. They had less than thirty seconds to abandon the elevator or Atropos would have one less civilian to worry about.
"dispando"
The second floor rumbled. A bright light flaring slightly before the spell's effect took place. The second floor was filled with cubicles, mostly where menial desk work was once filled but it would quickly be destroyed. The furniture quickly started to expand, within a matter of seconds a desk broke down the cubicle walls that once contained it. The house plant that was on the desk was growing, currently the size of about a small tent. The crashes of the cubicle walls echoed rhythmically as more and more of the desks and their belongings outgrew their compartments. Computers grew to sizes of large tv's, pens became comparable in size to swords and paper work became as large as carpets. The group of civilians had a limited amount of time before the future grew to large and crushed them. The magician smirked, he hoped at least one of them would make it to the next level so he could keep playing with his new toys.
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Post by ATROPOS on Oct 26, 2012 14:09:06 GMT -8
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Atropos scowled as she swung her scythe once more towards the building only to find herself unpleasantly amuse. She was having trouble controlling herself, the fact she hadn't gone to kill something yet had amazed her. The black substance quickly regrew. She yelled in frustration as she allowed her wings to lead her away from the building. The inky substance covered the whole first floor of the building, it was only when she was about to go to the roof of the building that she noticed that the inky substance stopped once it reached the second floor. The windows of the second floor were unaffected, it only covered the first floor. Atropos took a deep breath to try and calm herself down, her pupils slowly returning to a normal state. She needed to be careful of she would send herself over the edge where she would not be able to find her humanity anymore. She snicked at the though of herself going on a killing rampage. Atropos heard the latin words. She could hear them echo from the second floor, with a growl Atropos clenched both hands into fists. Her scythe disappeared quickly but not before she wished she could murder the magician who was doing this.
Atropos had witnessed enough of humanity to last a lifetime but she had witnessed this exact behaviour before from the youth of recent men. Atropos narrowed her eyes, as the furniture on the second floor expanded dangerously fast. The three civilians who she could not see yet were in trouble. She cursed slightly, they would die sooner or later if their challenges kept getting harder and harder. It was her fault. She knew when they should have died and it was not today. She was manipulating their fates and she hadn't even blessed them with the past. She had fucked up, there was no other way of wording it. The only good thing she had done today was instruct them to keep moving higher, if they had ran away from Atropos the magic would be happening across the whole block and not just one building. They could not leap from a window since they were now too high and would perish from impact.
She bit her lip before using her booming voice. "Show yourself you coward" She was answered by the pouring rain. She was hopeless. She had no choice but to try and help them before she could even think of destroying the magician. He would slip up eventually and she would catch it, or her rag tag gang would catch him off guard. So much power being exerted couldn't be too far. With that though she extended her right hand towards the building. She would allow their pasts to run free and find their current bodied. Atropos frowned, she was ruining their futures, she had already destroyed it but now there was no going back. The entities would link with them any minute.
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Post by shera on Oct 28, 2012 0:16:57 GMT -8
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Yay for public urination.
| [atrb=vAlign,top] Shera was making her way up the ladder when she heard someone or something else enter the elevator shaft. She was about to freak out, she even peed herself slightly, thinking it might be an attacker; some of her urine soaking through her nylons and dripped down below her. Suddenly the walls shifted and her progress was halted. She’d barely gone anywhere at all. The ceilings between floors were a significant height so even a decent amount of climbing would get a person nowhere. It also seemed like maybe the distance between floors was being manipulated. As though the distance had been exaggerated. Shera thought that maybe she’d made it to the fourth or fifth floor, but in actuality she was just slightly above the exit for the second floor.
The drag queen realized she could climb no further and felt out for handholds. She was able to shimmy around until she found what she assumed must be the elevator doors. She tried to pry them open but she didn’t have a lot of upper body strength. With some effort, however, she was able to get them open just far enough for her to slip through before the second climber reached her.
The moment Shera stepped out of the elevator she was assaulted by a rapidly growing wooden office desk. The growing wood slammed into the elevator doors about half way up and continued to expand. Shera could hear the elevator metal door begin to strain, but she wasn’t going to be caught waiting to see what happened. This room did not have the black ooze and some light came in through the windows. The rain seemed to have picked up a bit, but the frequenter lightning flashes gave some brief illumination.
Shera still just wanted to run and get higher, to escape whatever was going on around her. She tried to climb up a plant that had grown over the top of the desk but her wet hoes caused her to slip, she rolled forward, and landed hard on the ground. The sudden impact raddled her already shaky brain and Shera felt like she might get sick again. She was brought back to her senses when a falling coffee mug smashed on the ground near her, giant shards of ceramic spread about. A wave of coffee spread across the floor and continued to grow along with everything else.
Shera got to her feet and could see the open door to a set of stairs. The entrance was a bit away and another growing desk threatened to block her route. She ran forward, jumped onto a piece of broken coffee mug, which was now the size of half her body, and slid across the expanding pond of coffee. Her momentum carried her almost all the way to the doorway, then she dove forward and just missed being squashed by the desk as it slammed into the frame
One of her shoes, the one with the broken heel, was caught in the doorway and crushed by the desk. Shera cursed and abandoned the now demolished stiletto, but decided to keep her hands on the other one. Then she continued her way to the next floor.
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