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Post by Rev on Oct 2, 2012 20:56:17 GMT -5
*Rev's exhaustion is apparent as he weakly throws another ball of energy at the approaching assassin, who calmly walks through the wreckage of the studio. Red lights are flashing in the dim destruction and sparks crackle occasionally off of hanging electrical wires*
*he swats the energy away* Give up, Requiem user. You're beaten, your precious home is destroyed, and your friends have all fled. There's nothing left to fight for. Just die so I can find your crew and kill them, too.
*the assassin's black armor glistens for a moment as his bladed gauntlet slams into Rev's gut, knocking him into the air. Before he can be knocked back, the other hand flies forwards and grabs Rev by the face and forces it to the marble floor, leaving a large crack*
*lifting Rev's bloodied face from the ground to look him in his purple, pupil-less eyes* You knew this was coming, right? You can't just save the universe on multiple occasions and expect that no one would get pissed off. Some people want the end of everything. You understand that those folks ain't happy. I'm just a product of that consequence.
*Rev tries to teleport, but finds he hasn't the energy. The assassin's hand reaches for his chest, pulsing with a purple glow*
*coughing* ...if you take that...you'll be obliterated...
Obliterated? Mr. Revie...I AM Oblivion.
NEWSCAST THE MOVIE END GAME
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Post by Tay Mation on Oct 2, 2012 21:35:13 GMT -5
***2 days earlier***
*Tay sits at the break room table hunched over in his chair, his neck thrown back, his face towards the ceiling. His eyes are closed and his tongue rolls out of his gaping mouth.*
*The only source of light coming from a blinking light of a nearby monitor in sleep mode.*
*Tay snaps awake as the monitor comes alive and begins to beep furiously at him.*
*Coming too, Tay presses the phone icon that has appeared on the screen; a video feed of his sister pops up to replace the icon.*
Anna... There you are, you were supposed to call... *Tay checks the time on the screen* hours ago.
Tay, something horrible has happened, you have to come home immediately.
Anna? What is it?
Please, just come home.
*the video feed cut off, and Tay was left to stare at the once again blank monitor. Tay quickly stood up and looked around as if he had lost something, or he wasn't sure where he was.*
*Just as Tay came to his senses, Rev walked into the room and flipped on the lights.*
What's going on Tay?
hey Rev, sorry, I need to go!
*Tay slipped past Rev and was soon gone from site.*
see ya Tay...
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Post by Rev on Oct 2, 2012 22:04:49 GMT -5
***present***
*Rev's cross flashes and the assassin leaps away just as a pulse forms a spike out of the necklace, intending to impale anything ahead of it*
Ha, still have some tricks. Fun. It's as if you think your friends will swoop in at the last minute to save the day like the Newscast crew always does. What you don't understand, Lyall, is how all of this...you being alone at the studio...everyone leaving conveniently around the same time...was manufactured from the beginning. We have plans. For everyone. You're just merely the first.
*Rev struggles to find his footing, blood dripping from his forehead and eyes* You still haven't told me your name.
Actually, I did. Oblivion. I'm called Oblivion, because I was formed from a fragment of the Abyss. My creators REALLY want you and your friends destroyed.
Fragment of the Abyss? How is that even possible? I've studied all forms of magic and magitech. To pull the essence of a hell dimension into a living thing is...unheard of.
*his purple eyes lighting up* Unheard of? Maybe some people just have no imagination.
*his eyes clouding with black energy as blood leaks from them* Either way, I'll put you back where you belong, Oblivion.
Nice line. But there are no happy endings for you.
*Oblivion lunges at Rev, bladed gauntlets shining, as Rev teleports at the last second, causing the hand to collide with the studio wall, blowing the entire wall as well as the ajoining rooms away into dust. Rev appears behind him and brings a crackling hand down on Oblivion's spine, launching Oblivion forward and out the newly created opening*
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Post by TerdBurgler on Oct 3, 2012 9:37:59 GMT -5
***Also present***
*All across the Sombrero Galaxy (( Seriously, there is actually a Sombrero Galaxy. Look it up! )) viewers tuned in to see the fleshy, pink guest-anchor from across the stars. While the set would normally be considered tacky for an Earth broadcast, it was apparently very popular to the medium of Smell-O-Sensey-Vision, which was a form of broadcast similar to the short-lived Smell-O-Vision mixed with all-powerful Schwartz.*
And that's how Gorgloplax got his Ungredorkin back to Flaugck. Thank you for joining us this Yaugth. From the Milky Way Galaxy, this is TerdBurgler signing off.
*TB stared at the camera with a smile for a short while until the director yelled something in a hideous, alien dialect and the studio turned into a wash of stage-hands and moving equipment. Terd got up from the news desk and thanked his horrible, slimy co-anchors and then headed for the green room. Along the way, he was intercepted by the only living creature that could even be classified in the same galactic category as TB.*
That was a great show, Mister Burgler sir! Really, one of your best! Like, EVER! Of all time!
I'm actually not sure if they liked it, Terry... I mean, nobody in this entire galaxy speaks English. Heck, half of my audible range is outside their capacity to hear it.
Yeah but look at these ratings! *Terry produced a sheet of paper as if she expected Terd to have these concerns.* We're lighting up the boards with viewers in every key demo, including the gasplakalacken!
Yeah, but I'm kinda getting the feeling the only reason they're tuning in is because I'm kind of like a freak show to them...
*Terd looked hesitantly to a group of tourists just outside the studio who looked at TB with amazement before being blinded by the flash of their stereoscopic soul-cameras.*
And I don't really like their cameras either. I think they ACTUALLY steal a bit of your soul.
Look, that's just their broadcast medium, okay? Sure, their cameras are slowly sapping your weak, human soul day by day but that's why I got you this yoga instructor!
*Terry pointed to a gelatinous blob who seemed to wave back and then contorted itself into an impossibly accurate depiction of the Venus de Tharpack.*
Yeah, about that... I don't think Gthphtkj understands the concepts of bones... No offense, Gthphtkj. This just isn't working out, Terry. I really miss being with other bipeds. I think AESHA and I are going to get heading back to our own Galaxy.
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Post by Tay Mation on Oct 3, 2012 12:57:51 GMT -5
***1.8 days earlier***
*Tay stood out side the big house his father, step mother, and sister called home. It was nearing dusk now, and the house seemed to loom ominously in the twighlight.*
*Tay began the long walk up the drive as he approached the front door, he jangled through his keys as he fumbled for the right one. Before the correct one had been picked, the door swung open to reveal a dark shadow standing in the dim light.*
why even bother with keys Mr. Mation? Doors are no barrier for you.
It's a matter of propriety... and who are you, where's my sister? There is supposed to be some sort of emergency?
Oh yes. I do say there is...
*Before Tay could react, his vision went black, and he felt his legs give out. He thought he heard a muffled scream as well, but soon everything faded away as he slipped into unconceousness.*
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Post by TerdBurgler on Oct 3, 2012 15:35:26 GMT -5
***1.9 days earlier***
*The Happah Assassins, to this day, remain one of the deadliest guilds in the galaxy. While not as famous as the House of Flying Bullets or as stealthy as the League of Shadows, their patience is unmatched. They will lay in wait for an incredible amount of time. Legends tell of an assassin that waited an entire year for the perfect time to strike down his opponent. Regardless of what legends may say, this particular Happah Assassin was on the verge of insanity waiting for TerdBurgler to exit his room. He couldn't even begin to gauge how long ago it was that TB entered his room but he continued to wait and wait and wait for that perfect moment when the door swung inward and he would strike, eliminating the first and easiest of their targets. That is, assuming the madness didn't take him first.*
*The assassin finally heard a shuffling from inside. Something was moving. Was it just his imagination or was it truly the time? The assassin's muscles tightened, his senses sharpened and he readied his poison dagger, waiting for the door to swing inward.*
*The door then swung outward, smacking the assassin in the face and flattening him against the wall.*
Man, I'm gonna have to thank Tay for installing that door that swings both ways. What a time-saver! And I'll have to thank Dave from Marketing too. He was right to say that you can't truly appreciate the Lord of the Rings Trilogy until you've watched the extended director's cut from beginning to the end. Man, am I thirsty! I wonder what the ol' brewin' beauty has in store for me today!
*Terd walked forward to the steps just as the assassin was recovering from his physical comedy. Not wasting the moment, the assassin lunged forward with his poison dagger in-hand. However, the assassin failed to remember that the stairway to Terd's room was actually an escalator that was always going in the wrong direction and since Terd still had wobble-legs from his excruciatingly-long movies, he fell flat on his face, leaving the assassin to fly down the flight of stairs and hit the landing below, hard, and accidentally stab himself with the poison dagger. The poison worked quickly, bleeding through his entire system until it spread to every cell in his body, spontaneously reversing the polarity of every nucleus in his form and causing them to explode at the speed of light; a full protonic reversal. Of coarse, Terd didn't notice any of this. He was caught in one of the longest stair-falls of his life as he was constantly tumbling down stairs that were moving up at the same speed. Eventually, even the escalator felt bad for him and stopped, allowing Terd to tumble to the bottom of the stairs in a very battered and groggy state.*
I think I'll take that aspirin now...
*And the entire studio audience broke out into laughter. After all, that was Terd's Catch Phrase now. It's more of a recent thing. It'll probably stop being funny soon.*
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Post by Rev on Oct 3, 2012 18:36:34 GMT -5
***1 Day Ago***
*Rev closes the door to his room which promptly vanishes, moving to another random area of the studio. He turns and finds his path blocked by two large, blue pigtails and an intimidating, yet beautiful, face*
Moero.
Rev.
I understand you've been called away to meet with the new council of the reformed House.
Just about to leave. Wanted to check on your sorry butt one last time before I go. With everyone else away, you're the only person who will be here to make sure nothing goes wrong.
*smiles* Yeah, I'm expecting the place to explode as soon as everyone is at a safe distance.
You idiot, knowing our luck that's exactly what'll happen.
I dunno, it's been awfully quiet the last year or so. We've actually been able to, you know, have lives. At the risk of angering the Fates, why would anything happen now?
*sighs* Maybe...
*his expression changes to concern* Moero, what's wrong?
I just have a weird feeling...that this might be the last time we see each other...
A couple of years ago, you'd be relieved to feel that.
*she punches him in the shoulder, making him wince* Shut up. Don't get me wrong, I don't care one way or the other...it's just that...I've grown comfortable here. I'll kill anyone who threatens my comfort.
*rubbing his shoulder painfully* Right...got it...
In any case, Terd should be back from his guest appearance by tonight, and I don't expect this meeting to be very long.
Right, I'll hold down the fort.
***Present***
*Rev limps towards the opening in the wall, his injuries no longer regenerating due to lack of power*
"It's been quiet for a year, why would anything happen now?" "Because you're an idiot, Rev."
*voice from inside the dust cloud* Listen, Rev. The one I work for just wants everything destroyed. Is that really so bad? You yourself will be consumed by the Void eventually anyway. What do you care what happens?
Wow, the ol' "trying to convince me it's pointless and that I have no reason to care" routine. Tay would have a field day with that one.
*walks back into view* Yes, if he weren't dead.
He's always been dead. Dead like Tay.
No, I mispoke. I meant "destroyed." We have assassins watching Terd Bergler with every move he makes, and I'm not the only piece of a dimension that was given sentience to end you, you know.
More Abyss creatures?
No no, of course not. That wouldn't be very creative, now would it? Our master found a way to make beings out of every major plane of existence. I believe he found it ironic that the realities you fought so hard to save would be your undoing in the end. Really quite brilliant.
The Abyss, Hell, Heaven, the Fear Dimension, Purgatory, and our own regular universe. That's an impressive group of enemies.
You flatter me, but seriously, I need you dead soon. Otherwise I look bad in front of the other entities. Abyss is #1 and all that. *raises his gauntlet level with Rev's throat*
I hope you know, that just because you separated us, you have no idea what we're capable of. We may have saved the universe many times, but we've destroyed our fair share of realities as well. You just made it easier by giving us a focal point.
We'll see. *purple lightning arcs from the gauntlet directly for Rev's jugular*
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Post by TerdBurgler on Oct 4, 2012 9:49:13 GMT -5
Man, how long was I up there? All this not-coffee is giving me the shakes...
*Terd descended from the upper floors of the tower, all the way down to the break room and walked in. Before he had even closed the door behind him, he was already being greeted by a voice.*
Hey Terd.
Oh, hi Lone! Say, you wouldn't want to join me for my next cinematic experience, would you? Moero said that you really can't appreciate the Harry Potter films until you've watched all the extended director's cuts in a row.
*Moero didn't actually believe that. She just wanted to get Terd out of her hair for the week.*
There's a ninja in the corner.
Really?
*Terd blinked a few times and then looked in the corner. It looked just like a normal corner.*
How can you tell?
*Lone's ears twitched and his nostrils flared.*
You're joking, right?
*At this point, the assassin felt VERY silly. He had put so much work into his disguise- he was so sure nobody would be able to tell he wasn't a corner! Regardless, the poison had already been placed in Terd's coffee machine. Once he had a drink, it would all be over for him!*
So... how long has there been a ninja in the corner?
*Terd went over to his coffee machine, which was about the size of a minivan, and cranked it up. Pistons began to move, hissing steam and smoke while the entire room rattled from the loud machine's activation. The noise built and along with it, the atmospheric pressure around the device. It grew in tension until finally, it all came to a halt in the single ring of a bell and it dispersed that amazing black liquid that Terd craved.*
About two weeks now.
Huh... do you think I should call an exterminator and have this place sprayed? *Terd took a drink and his face contorted before he spat it all out in a messy spray.* Bleck! What the heck is in my coffee?
Poison.
P-poison!? And you didn't think to tell me this before I drank it?
Don't worry, it breaks apart at 230 degrees Celsius so you'll be fine. It might taste a little bitter though.
Bitter!? Man, now I'm gonna have to clean out the entire machine, replace the filters, turn over the engine and get a new plutonium cell for the reactor! That could take entire minutes! Lone, take care of that ninja, will you?
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Post by Tay Mation on Oct 6, 2012 23:59:46 GMT -5
***Present***
*Tay drifted through the darkness between unconsciousness and awake, he could hear what sounded like people talking - the voices to muffled to make out.*
*Tay wasn't sure how long he had been there or even how he got there, but he was sure he would need to escape soon - if only he could fully wake up. But they had done something to him, and he was stuck in sleep or this lucid state.*
*The voices grew more faint as Tay slipped back into unconsciousness*
*Tay was standing in a cockpit of ship he didn't recognize, but he could see out the main window was cruising through space. He stood behind the captain's chair, it didn't look like there was anyone there, but Tay could here someone babbling from the chair.*
*Tay tried to take a step forward, but couldn't move. He could only stand there and listen to the mad rambling of a man who wasn't there.*
*A noise from behind of a door opening and closing made Tay wish he could turn his head to see who it was, but luckily he didn't have to wait long before an orange blur walked in front of him and plopped down in the navigator's chair.*
*Tay was shocked to see Sparky.*
Where we off to this time Taeg?
Hahaha! You know only Steven knows dear chap, and he never tells.
*The scene faded around Tay, and he went back to drifting in blackness. Tay wasn't sure what he had just seen, why was he dreaming of Sparky? Was it even a dream?*
*Tay tried to contemplate on what he had seen, but it began to fade from his memory, and soon was long gone; just like all the other dreams he had had of the different crew members.*
*A long shrill noise began to pierce the darkness, until Tay could no longer bare it. Trying to clamp his ears shut with arms that didn't work Tay began to try to drown out the noise with his own voice.*
*As he began to scream, something in him seemed to snap, and then he snapped his eyes open.*
*He was in a dark room, with what looked like chains and hooks, and some weird machine to his right. Their were wires connected to it that extended towards him. When he followed them he saw that his arms were locked to the wall in metal shackles; he could barely move his hands.*
*Tay tried to go incorporeal, but was unable to. Whatever they were doing to him to keep him asleep seemed to affect him in other ways too.*
*Tay opened his mouth to call for someone, but before he could, the door on the far wall squeaked open to reveal a person in silhouette.*
I take it by the screaming you are awake...
*Tay wondered what the person meant, but then remembered he had been screaming in that dream state. It was probably what woke him up.*
*The person moved from the doorway to the machine on Tay's right, the whole time remaining in shadow.*
Ah! Good, Looks like we have located the last one.
What are you talking about?
Our employer wants you all dead. Thanks to you, we have located the missing crew member.
Sparky? What? Thanks to me?
*Without answering, the figure turned and left the small room - slamming the door behind them.*
WHAT'S GOING ON!? WHAT DID YOU MEAN 'THANKS TO ME'!?
*There was no reply.*
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Post by TerdBurgler on Oct 12, 2012 9:48:17 GMT -5
** 1.732 days ago **
*TerdBurgler had just finished the morning report, despite having his morning coffee tainted by poison and ninja blood. Thankfully, the teleprompter always knew what to say. Goddess bless the teleprompter! TB exited the studio, heading towards the old, banged-up news van. He normally would have taken the Redfish 2 for this sort of report but AESHA had been acting a little stranger than usual lately, babbling on about Pentagons and Encryptions and something called a 'Fire Sale'. It didn't sound nearly as news-worthy as a ten-year-old girl giving away eight-week-old kittens on her suburb corner in the rain. It wasn't ACTUALLY raining at the moment but that's why TB made sure to bring the rain machine.*
*Along the way, TB was stopped by an alien. At least, TB assumed it was an alien, considering it had purple, scaly skin, eyes that blinked horizontally and a pair of antenna on its head. It's clothing was definitely local (H&M to be exact) and it had hair like Megan Fox (though it was probably a wig (and if it wasn't a wig, it definitely had hair extensions)). It spoke in a decidedly feminine voice, though with aliens you can never be sure if it's male, female or julin (a third gender exclusive to the Norzac Sector which is notorious for it's silent, unimposing ways and how it always seems to find mating couples and devours them).*
Hello, Mister Burgler. I represent the Sombrero Broadcasting Company and I was wondering if-
*TerdBurgler cut her off.*
Lo siento. Yo no lo hago ya programación en español. La guerra fue devastador.
*The purple creature contorted it's face in a way that TB could only equate to what her species might consider a frown.*
No, Mister Burgler. I mean the Sombrero Galaxy. Viewers there are just starting to become exposed to the media of the Milky Way Galaxy and it's become a huge hit. The Zolaxyl News would like to have you come on for a guest appearance tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Isn't that a little short notice? I have my own programming here to take care of.
*At just that time, something exploded inside the studio. It actually wasn't all that uncommon for something to explode in the studio but this one sounded a little larger than usual.*
We're prepared to offer you 3.2 Hulucks.
Hulucks? Is that some kind of currency over there?
By Milky Way standards, 1 Hulucks has a trade value of four billion, six hundred seventy two million, three hundred eleven thousand, sixty two galactic dollars.
*TB already had is hat on and was pulling on his coat.*
So you said tomorrow, right?
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Post by Moero on Oct 12, 2012 17:05:44 GMT -5
**present**
*The council meeting was boring. Very, very boring. Moero sat leaning against the table, her face smashed into her left hand, eyes glazed over. And cuffing her to the chair? Really now, that was just rude. Not quite as rude as using that dequantifier beam to force-empty her hair-matrix. That had been kind of embarrassing, like being featured on an episode of Hoarders.*
*The room was somewhat small, with a round table at which she, and about a dozen others sat. Mostly aliens, of course. The walls and corners of the room were stuffed with more people, sighing, shuffling, and grunting as the council droned on and on. Many eyes were glaring at Moero, many weapons were fidgeted with, many knuckles were cracked.*
*She wasn't really paying attention, once she determined that they weren't trying to sentence or punish her again. It was basically just a rundown of new policies and procedures. Politics. Preparatory initiatives. Parleys. A whole lot of palaver. They took all the fun out of bounty hunting.*
*And then, there was an explosion. There's a sign of life! Sort of a cliché sign, but still something to distract from the dreadful dullness of dutiful dissertation. Whoever was talking instantly shut up, and everyone simultaneously turned and stared at Moero. She tried to lift her hands in a protestation of innocence, but of course, with one hand chained down,it looked more like she was trying to ask a question.*
Councilperson: You are not allowed to speak. It seems that every time we let you on this ship, something explodes.
I am indeed a veritable harbinger of disaster.
Councilperson: You were allowed into this council ungagged only as a matter of process to allow voting. Be grateful we're including you at all and not making you take a walk among the stars as you rightfully deserve! Don't push the limits of our charity!
What's wrong, afraid of the power of words? You've been hanging out with too many magicians. Or you've watched the Avengers too many times.
Councilperson: Your attendance to this meeting signifies your compliance to the terms of the new contract. Now get out of my face and deal with this disaster you've harbinged. Snell, Croka, you go with her.
*Moero snorted contemptuously as she jerked her right arm away from the arm of the chair, breaking the chain of the cuff. Snell and Croka, the two largest and baddest-looking aliens in the room, jumped up and ran to her. Snell grabbed her arm and escorted her out while Croka went behind with his weapon armed, a massive gun-sword that really didn't make any sense in its appearance.*
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Post by Lone and Shiinto on Oct 16, 2012 16:26:47 GMT -5
** Roughly 1.8 days ago **
*Having dispatched of the ninja, per Terd's instructions, Lone felt happy, a day didn't truly start until you'd killed your first assassin. It gave you a chance to keep the body in trim. Sadly most assassins these days was just your common rabble. Like the ninja today, who obviously hadn't done his homework, he could have easily succeeded in his plan, had he only used one of the 2546 more heat resistant poisons. Well, succeeded might not be the right word, Lone had seen him standing around there for weeks and would most likely have warned Terd if that had been needed.*
Speaking of Terd... where did he go?
He left some time ago, while you were still poking the ex-ninja with a stick.
Darn, I was kinda interested in taking him up on that offer with the cinema and such. Oh well, maybe next time. By the way, it's been a while since we got a chance to do some adventurous sightseeing. What do you say, should we go for a stroll, Shiinto, old buddy, old pal. And by stroll I obviously mean a flight.
*The possessed sword managed to frown, an expression not entirely simple for a piece of metal.*
It's not like I have much of a choice, however, I do think we shou...
It's settled then! Onwards to adventure!
*With that Lone took to the skies and flew blind for about 30 minutes before landing in a small village.*
Where are we?
Who knows, knowing wouldn't be as fun now, would it? I'm sure this is a place of wonder and magic and all sorts of adventure!
It's just a small country town, I'm quite sure the only magical thing here is you.
Hush, you're ruining the mood.
*Lone looked around for someone to squeeze some information from and noticed a diner some ways away that seemed to have people in it.*
Come, Shiinto, let's investigate!
*Lone swung open the door. The little bell rang and all faces turned to him.*
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Post by Rev on Oct 16, 2012 21:09:58 GMT -5
*0.2 days ago*
*Rev is watching television in the break room* That's it, J.J. Abrams. I'm done watching your weak, flimsy premises disguised as hyped up, dramatic, mysterious tv programming. *he turns the tv off in disgust and stretches*
I gotta remember to tell Tay not to bother with Revolution. He'd be disappointed, too.
*Rev stands up and grabs his trenchcoat from the back of a chair, draping it over his shoulder. He exits the breakroom and heads to the studio*
Hmm, I thought everyone would be back by now. I'm sure Terd is just basking in his foreign fame and Moero is probably killing something painfully. I guess I'll check the broadcast loop to make sure the news is still reporting as the computer filters it.
*upon entering the studio, Rev trips over a cable and the news loop switches to old, recorded footage*
...mostly everyone on Earth should really worship me. I'm better than all of them in so many ways and anyone who thinks otherwise will be flayed alive by my own hands. I'm evil, I'm powerful, and I will call your mom fat whenever I want to...
Crud... *hits the switch to shut off live feed. The recording continues, unaired*
...the former dictator of Saudi Arabia said in a statement to local press. Man, harsh words. I know if I ever said something like that on live television, I'd be drawn and quartered! In other news, the governor of Massachussetts, Mitt Romney, has been quoted saying "I don't think I'll ever run for president. I'd be awful at it. Of course, if there was enough money involved..."
*Rev switches the monitor off and sighs*
Well, that's going to come back and bite me in the-
*the monitor and the accompanying wall explode into Rev, throwing him back into the newsdesk and over it. He lands awkwardly on Ayame's chair as debris settles around him*
*Present*
*Rev is doubled over, coughing up blood on what used to be a cambot, now just a scrap of metal under him*
Alright, we've had our fun. You put up an admirable fight, and the better entity won. Now I'm going to remove your phylactery and send you to the Void, and the only thing that could stop me is if for some stupid reason one of your friends miraculously appeared to save you with very little explanation.
*Rev smiles* You just had to say that...
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Post by Tay Mation on Oct 16, 2012 21:46:33 GMT -5
*Tay burst through the door, kicking over any debris that got in his way, a large Matter Singularity Ray strapped to his back. The gun clicked and began to charge up with an ever growing hum.*
*Oblivion looked up from Rev to Tay.*
What?! This isn't possible!
Anything is possible when Newscast is involved.
*The gun reached full charge with another loud click*
Audios McDouchebag
*Tay fires the gun, and a large white bolt arcs from the tip. At first it seems to stand in the air, with no focal point. Slowly it begins to draw closer to Oblivion before finally snapping into place, right on his head. He begins to scream, then quickly turning, vanishes on the point.*
Did you kill him? I might be a little upset if you killed him that easily...
*Rev staggered to his feet and clutching a metal rod sticking out of a fallen wall began to dust himself off. He removed his coat, now riddled with rips, tares and blood stains, and produced a new unscathed one from one of the intact pockets of the trashed one.*
No, he just fled... He said he was made from the void, the void is made of anti-matter. This gun shoots matter. The pain for that split second must have been excruciating though.
I'm not the scientist... but if anti-matter and matter touch... wouldn't that create an explosion as big as the sun?
Usually yes, but I don't think he is just anti-matter any more... a creature made from the void? Only been one other time I can think of where something similar has happened.
So you were just counting on it hurting enough that Oblivion would flee?
Pretty much.
*Rev clapped Tay on the back, and the two began making their way to an un-wrecked part of the studio.*
Glad it worked...
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Post by Lone and Shiinto on Oct 17, 2012 5:16:55 GMT -5
** About 1.7 days ago **
*Lone quickly scanned the room. He then walked over to an empty table an sat down. In these situations it was best to just blend in. Quite soon the realization that a 6'4 fox, walking on two legs and that has large wings on it's back might not have the best chance at blending in with a group of rather ordinary looking humans. Sure, the Earth had seen all sorts of crazy things lately but if there was one thing Lone had learned from his stay on this planet, it was that ordinary humans more often than not didn't trust or like things that were different to them no matter how often they saw them.
Still, with this in mind he took a deep breath and changed his posture to a more relaxed one.
He noticed a waitress being nudged in his direction by what he could only assume was her boss.*
E-excuse me, s-sir, would you like to... o-order?
Why, certainly, miss, what's today's special?
*The waitress seemed to relax slightly by this very ordinary response*
It's the burger, sir, but it's not just any burger, it's made from our own special recipe. It's very tasty.
Sounds perfect, I'll take one!
Right away, sir, would you like a drink with that?
Just some water will do.
Sure thing, I'll be right back with your order.
*Lone was pleased to see the girl's attitude change so quickly, sometimes all it took to make something unusual less frightening was some normal stuff to balance it out. He did however notice that the rest of the guests had not stopped looking in his direction.*
*silently to Shiinto* What's up with them? I know I'm not a common sight but you'd think one or two of them would have seen my segments on the news and help calm the others down.
Lone, have you thought of actually checking the people around you?
What? No, not really?
Perhaps you should.
*As Lone widened his senses the waitress came back with his water.*
Here's your water, the burger will take slightly longer, what with it having to be cooked and all. Say, haven't I seen you somewhe-
Damn! *The look on Lone's face was suddenly very serious*
W-what?!
*He was just quick enough to form the barrier around himself and the waitress before the first throwing knife would have hit her.*
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