<Absol>: Some red-colored fairy appears in front of you, and seems to teleport you back to home... or, rather, back to The Beach House. This time, however, you can hear someone preaching something about how humans are the ultimate life-form, and how everyone should become human, again... he seems to be drawing a crowd, however, they seem to be there just to laugh at him.
((Sorry I took so long!))
Celtian wandered over to the preacher, watching from the back of the group. Turn back to humans? And relive all my previous torture? He's crazy. There's no way I'll do that. Celt thought, before turning away. The dark dragon shook her head. Had they figured out how to turn those that were mutated back? Celt pushed the thought away. Spreading her wings, she stretched before taking off, jumping into the air and flying just below the clouds. Her dark form was a stark contrast against the white clouds, and she scanned below, looking for anything that could perk her curiosity.
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#359; The Disaster Pokemon
Swift as the wind, Absol races through fields and mountains.
Its curved, bow-like horn is acutely sensitive to the
<Absol>: The preacher you were ignoring suddenly pulls out a comically oversized syringe. He then proceeds to throw it at a red-colored phoenix, who, not expecting the attack, falls over... apparently asleep. The preacher then drags the phoenix off towards some sort of bunker-like building... this can't be any good.
Zerg Scientist Rush!
The alarm eventually fills the room with scientists, all of whom seem ready to put us all back in those cages. "Uh... okay, we gotta find a way out of here." I say as I notice almost nobody paying me any attention. Instead, they were all focused on beating up the scientists, however, out of all of us, there were only about nineteen that were actually capable of fighting, with most of us being too weak from their evil surgery to so much as lift a finger, let alone actually fight. This might not end well... I think as I join in on the fight by creating another lightning-X, and throwing that at one of the scientists, who didn't take the attack too well, at all. Of course, there were still MUCH more of them than there are of us, so I was busying myself with also trying to find some sort of exit, or way out of this place and into somewhere less hostile. I then remember something... those bomb-like things that I had since Planet Sahara. I take one of them out, the electric one, and toss it at the scientists. The thing explodes into a shower of lightning that seems to cover a wide area, and nearly knocked out quite a few of them. Wow... no wonder that lady was so scared of these things... that junk's dangerous! I think as I try to dig for the other one... that golden fire from the same place.
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Deravan looked at the bomb thing that Robert had thrown, and smiles. He then got a idea. He looks at Robert.
"Robert, when I make the wires ready, shock them!" he then says. He then proceed to use his metal magic and making ropes of the things, and throwing it at the scientists, entangling them into a web of the metal rope. He hoped that would be enough to stop them to attack, and if Robert uses his shock attack, then they might actually KO a lot of them. One of the scientist attempted to attack him, only to get a huge metal strike right in the face, knocking him out.
((Oof, looked over my app again and was gonna post it, then saw Lugia's brief recap. I think I'll watch another page or two and see if I have anything left to fix roflmao.
Speaking of which, I might change the location of the school in my bio. Where is everyone, assuming that we're using the map of the US in the original post?))
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((Hello everyone, I was in the neighborhood (looking through the Redstone section of Minecraft Forums) and decided to drop by for a quick visit. How's everyone doing?))
Celt's eyes widened in surprise at the preacher's actions. Folding her wings, the dragon went into a steep dive, pulling up just above the bunker. She flew around the bunker, looking into the door that the scientist had just gone through with the phoenix. "What kind of crazy scheme is this?" She muttered, her markings glowing bright blue as she formed a chunk of ice in her throat. Shooting it a few meters away from the bunker entrance, Celtian hoped it would distract any guards they may or may not have on the entrance.
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#359; The Disaster Pokemon
Swift as the wind, Absol races through fields and mountains.
Its curved, bow-like horn is acutely sensitive to the
((Speaking of which, I might change the location of the school in my bio. Where is everyone, assuming that we're using the map of the US in the original post?))
((Hello everyone, I was in the neighborhood (looking through the Redstone section of Minecraft Forums) and decided to drop by for a quick visit. How's everyone doing?))
((Gavin, get back here already.))
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2nd Tier Arsenal
Idiots. They didn't bother taking my equipment out. Well, maybe they tried, but they found out it was near-impossible to pull out from me. "If you want to remove something, you gotta have clamps. Or you just somehow persuade me to drop them." I remarked, popping out a slimy bag from my chest, composed of Robert's old clothes. Inside... well, we got strange-looking stuff; Central Disease Foundation vials that were likely re-purposed as potions, metal boxes with market-brand timers on them (most likely IEDs), money from all around the world (NZD, USD, GBP, valid money on other worlds), some unusual pistol, some blades... and the rest presumably our equipment. Stone ring for Deravan, tail blade for Robert, more stuff for the others in our group, and... apparently the pistol for me. I managed to get the IEDs, some potions, our needed money and the equipment, before the escapees scrambled for the armoury I unearthed.
Stepping away from the crowd, one of my swords managed to deflect away a syringe. That I wasn't even aware of. I looked at it... and it seemingly had a life of its own. Thankfully, I knew I didn't assimilate that rat, because I wanted to eat it... don't take that the wrong way. So anyway, I got rather annoyed with that scientist with evil intentions, throwing the sword as if I launched a harpoon and piercing through the neck of him. He seemed dumbfounded before having his head digested, the rest of him just smacking onto the floor. "I got some explosives! Should I detonate them?" I pointed my gun towards another scientist, noticing the unusual aspect of it - no clip, and a holographic weapon sight attached to it. "Technology is so-" It was knocked out of my hand by a crazed guard, attempting to bludgeon me with a STUN stick. But, I just redirected a swing back to his face. "-overrated." I finished off my sentence. I smiled to myself as I managed to catch my pistol from the air, turning to another scientist and pulling the trigger.
Beeewww. You know, that weird laser shriek, but stuffed into a microsecond. Made something similar to that after it fired, except out came a bullet that went right through him (I'll leave out the bits where his chest caved in) and made itself home in the wall (excuse the possible pun). "Huh. No wonder he could kill so easily with a measly P9." I said to myself, examining it despite all the violence that was breaking out.
The pistol looked like a typical S&W M&P P9, only that it had a flash suppressor in front, was quieter than normal (not that quiet - still rather loud), and the holographic weapon sight was also possibly the holster. Painted in golden letters was the initials 'R.F.' So it WAS his gun...
((Waskom, what piece of equipment would you like? Currently, I'm thinking of giving you metal claws or something.))
((That awkward moment when you realize the map of the United States has absolutely nothing to do with the current location of the RP. /facedesk. Adjusting location...))
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((Relax; nobody knew. But, you shouldn't do that - an inter-dimensional bar should lead you to us.
Anyway, I did deny your application, so... yeah.
The reason why I've added the US map is because that's [DATA EXPUNGED] as a future [DATA EXPUNGED]. I need to do the same with China, eastern Russia, Korea and Japan, New Zealand and Australia, [DATA EXPUNGED].))
I notice Milloon spit out a bag containing my old clothes... nothing special, just a red shirt that lacks a logo, and the typical blue jeans, however, they were obviously modified to fit a dragon... er... no, a dragon-bird. I put the clothes on, and notice something a thousand times better than that, some sort of strange blade that was supposed to fit on the end of something. I pick it up, and attach it to the end of my tail, after which a click sound is heard. I'm sure I'll get more use out of this if I get my wings back, but still, not bad... I think as I swing my tail, as well as the blade, around a few times just to get used to it. Everyone seemed to be attacking loads of the scientists, however, they seemed endless. Deravan put down some wiring, and expected me to charge it with electricity. I wait for everyone to get out of the way of that, and then send out an electric charge, which hit several of the scientists who apparently had no idea that we were planning that. Hm... I think I'm going to call that one 'Power Grid'... I'll tell that to Deravan later. I think as I see the scientists fry on the electrified wires. I then turn around to see someone get hit with a syringe, and pass out. Before the scientist could trap him again, I jump at him, and manage to slash at him a few times with my new tail blade. I then guard the sleeping teammate, a gryphon who was apparently part falcon and part panther, or something, from getting captured by the scientists, and put through their experiments.
((Inter-dimensional bar. Got it. Last touches on app round two are in progress, I'll probably edit them in here in a couple minutes unless I stump myself.))
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Name: Raymond L. Belmont
Gender: Male
Species: Dracovian
Age: 31 years old.
Appearance: 4' 3" tall, with a medium-thick short neck, and a 2 inch beak. He has small, squinty eyes and needs glasses. He has white scales with red eyes, an orange crest, some scars on his arm, and an array of aqua-blue to green feathers going down his arms, and wears a blue jacket, and some khakis. He doesn't wear shoes, only socks, and he has flushed eye sockets, with a short forehead. His tail is 1.5 ft long. His crest is small, and the tail feathers are a brighter tint of aqua blue. He has short claws, and little fingers.
Bio: Raymond L. Belmont was born in 1982, in a wealthy family. Due to the posh name and accent, people made fun of him, and his poor vision didn't help. He needed glasses, and they were pretty nerdy-looking. He wore the newest type of clothing, whether it be parkas, or something else. His family didn't need to pay taxes, since they were so rich and found loopholes to taxes. He wasn't athletic, at all, but wasn't fat. Bullies beat him up one day, and his parents fought. His mother took custody of him, and the father took the money, and they went from high class to low class in about a month.
He became unpopular, and he didn't have too much money any more. Maybe 80 dollars. Not enough to pay a 3058 dollar tax. Far from it, actually. A kid at his high school introduced him to a drug that he called "Malidille," and after he took a small dose, he was told the ingredients, and that it was extremely addictive. He regretted this decision, since he started to feel as if he was falling off the moon, and it looked like he was drunk. He fell down 8 times, and threw up in a trash can 2 times, and claimed "He smelt citric acid." Raymond couldn't get the blood normally from the ingredients, so he cut himself. He ended up with 12 scars on his arm before he needed a blood transfusion. There, he was found out, and went to jail for about 5 years, and he was about 24 when he got out of jail. He started finding ways of getting money, and eventually got a job at a grocery store, where they didn't know about his addiction. Some customers noticed his scars, and so his popularity lowered. He got himself a house, and when he was 29 he tried going to meetings and groups to stop his addiction, but to no avail. He decided that he should learn different languages, but his drug addiction made him forget how to speak them.
When the 'mist' got him, he was changed into a strange scaly figure, with a beak, a tail, and a weird feathery crease. He thought this was part of the drug after prolonged use, and he grabbed his inhaler, and used it, because he was losing his breath. He stood up, and tried turning on his lamp, but it didn't work. He sighed, since he was nothing without electronics. He grabbed 4 vials of the stuff off the counter, and ran outside, into the streets of Wellington, Australia, and got in his gas-powered car, and there was no gas. He got back out, and knocked on some neighbor's door, and they opened. They were 7 feet tall, hunched over, and made of stone. Their voice was deeper than usual, and they talked about the strange happenings and how nothing electrical was working. He walked outside, and zipped up his blue Parka, then walked off, then realized how sharp gravel was when it was in his feet, piercing through his socks. He got to the nearest gas station, and broke the window, and grabbed gasoline, and ran out. He filled up his car, and got in it. He turned the engine on, and started driving off. He certainly saw a lot more people out today, at the park, walking about, and some being racist and beating each other. A person with a knife opened his passenger side door, and Raymond drove off, trying to shake him off the door. His feet must have been damaged, maybe? He swerved around, and abruptly stop, and then went on, and the animal-like beast let go and fell down. He drove off onto the empty highway, in lukewarm weather. It started to rain, and then he noticed blood on the wheel. He screamed, as it suddenly was covering the windows. He looked at his hands, and they were covered in blood. He fainted, and woke up later in the car, and looked around. There was no more blood. He grabbed the wheel again, and continued driving, seeing if he could get to a safer place than Wellington.
Powers: Can make artificial blood, or 'form' blood, either as a solid or a liquid.
Weaknesses: Cant take a hit that well. Also is addicted to a liquified mix of laughing gas, acid, cocaine, and blood, with some alcohol, and an energy drink. Withdrawals are: Dizziness, loss of vision, shaky hands, low blood pressure, memory loss, and a migraine.
Other: I probably spent about an hour thinking of weaknesses that wont get me into a "I'm waiting for someone to save me," situation.
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Deravan looked at the other scientists, before looking at the stone ring that there was in the bag. He quickly rush to it and takes it.
"Uhm..." he says, before sensing something behind. He quickly uses his metal powers and spike the guy before it hit him with a syringe. He then turns around to see a good amount of scientist shooting 3 syringes to him. Deravan quickly blocks them with his steel shield, before striking 3 scientists with his shield. He then rush towards them and spike them with stone pillars, that actually damage them a lot. He looks at the rest of the scientists.
"We need to continue... careful guys." he then says.
((IDK, Scrags. I don't think a car would work with that EMP. Cars still need battery power to start up, you know. I mean, have you ever had a car run outta battery? Can't get anywhere until you fix that problem.))
((Also, those weaknesses seem like the kind that would get you into another 'save me plox, pay attention to me, plox' situation, and only one power? One power that doesn't seem all too powerful to help counter those weaknesses? Sorry.))
((Sorry I took so long!))
Celtian wandered over to the preacher, watching from the back of the group. Turn back to humans? And relive all my previous torture? He's crazy. There's no way I'll do that. Celt thought, before turning away. The dark dragon shook her head. Had they figured out how to turn those that were mutated back? Celt pushed the thought away. Spreading her wings, she stretched before taking off, jumping into the air and flying just below the clouds. Her dark form was a stark contrast against the white clouds, and she scanned below, looking for anything that could perk her curiosity.
ZergScientist Rush!The alarm eventually fills the room with scientists, all of whom seem ready to put us all back in those cages. "Uh... okay, we gotta find a way out of here." I say as I notice almost nobody paying me any attention. Instead, they were all focused on beating up the scientists, however, out of all of us, there were only about nineteen that were actually capable of fighting, with most of us being too weak from their evil surgery to so much as lift a finger, let alone actually fight. This might not end well... I think as I join in on the fight by creating another lightning-X, and throwing that at one of the scientists, who didn't take the attack too well, at all. Of course, there were still MUCH more of them than there are of us, so I was busying myself with also trying to find some sort of exit, or way out of this place and into somewhere less hostile. I then remember something... those bomb-like things that I had since Planet Sahara. I take one of them out, the electric one, and toss it at the scientists. The thing explodes into a shower of lightning that seems to cover a wide area, and nearly knocked out quite a few of them. Wow... no wonder that lady was so scared of these things... that junk's dangerous! I think as I try to dig for the other one... that golden fire from the same place.
"Robert, when I make the wires ready, shock them!" he then says. He then proceed to use his metal magic and making ropes of the things, and throwing it at the scientists, entangling them into a web of the metal rope. He hoped that would be enough to stop them to attack, and if Robert uses his shock attack, then they might actually KO a lot of them. One of the scientist attempted to attack him, only to get a huge metal strike right in the face, knocking him out.
Speaking of which, I might change the location of the school in my bio. Where is everyone, assuming that we're using the map of the US in the original post?))
((...we're in Auckland, Australia, fighting people who want to resurrect humanity.
What? Somehow nobody figured that out, despite the constant references to the Sky Tower, geography and such.))
((Waskom, you can't put it off forever. Trust me; NSWTDRN gets worse the less you write.))
((Gavin, get back here already.))
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2nd Tier Arsenal
Idiots. They didn't bother taking my equipment out. Well, maybe they tried, but they found out it was near-impossible to pull out from me. "If you want to remove something, you gotta have clamps. Or you just somehow persuade me to drop them." I remarked, popping out a slimy bag from my chest, composed of Robert's old clothes. Inside... well, we got strange-looking stuff; Central Disease Foundation vials that were likely re-purposed as potions, metal boxes with market-brand timers on them (most likely IEDs), money from all around the world (NZD, USD, GBP, valid money on other worlds), some unusual pistol, some blades... and the rest presumably our equipment. Stone ring for Deravan, tail blade for Robert, more stuff for the others in our group, and... apparently the pistol for me. I managed to get the IEDs, some potions, our needed money and the equipment, before the escapees scrambled for the armoury I unearthed.
Stepping away from the crowd, one of my swords managed to deflect away a syringe. That I wasn't even aware of. I looked at it... and it seemingly had a life of its own. Thankfully, I knew I didn't assimilate that rat, because I wanted to eat it... don't take that the wrong way. So anyway, I got rather annoyed with that scientist with evil intentions, throwing the sword as if I launched a harpoon and piercing through the neck of him. He seemed dumbfounded before having his head digested, the rest of him just smacking onto the floor. "I got some explosives! Should I detonate them?" I pointed my gun towards another scientist, noticing the unusual aspect of it - no clip, and a holographic weapon sight attached to it. "Technology is so-" It was knocked out of my hand by a crazed guard, attempting to bludgeon me with a STUN stick. But, I just redirected a swing back to his face. "-overrated." I finished off my sentence. I smiled to myself as I managed to catch my pistol from the air, turning to another scientist and pulling the trigger.
Beeewww. You know, that weird laser shriek, but stuffed into a microsecond. Made something similar to that after it fired, except out came a bullet that went right through him (I'll leave out the bits where his chest caved in) and made itself home in the wall (excuse the possible pun). "Huh. No wonder he could kill so easily with a measly P9." I said to myself, examining it despite all the violence that was breaking out.
The pistol looked like a typical S&W M&P P9, only that it had a flash suppressor in front, was quieter than normal (not that quiet - still rather loud), and the holographic weapon sight was also possibly the holster. Painted in golden letters was the initials 'R.F.' So it WAS his gun...
((Waskom, what piece of equipment would you like? Currently, I'm thinking of giving you metal claws or something.))
Anyway, I did deny your application, so... yeah.
The reason why I've added the US map is because that's [DATA EXPUNGED] as a future [DATA EXPUNGED]. I need to do the same with China, eastern Russia, Korea and Japan, New Zealand and Australia, [DATA EXPUNGED].))
I notice Milloon spit out a bag containing my old clothes... nothing special, just a red shirt that lacks a logo, and the typical blue jeans, however, they were obviously modified to fit a dragon... er... no, a dragon-bird. I put the clothes on, and notice something a thousand times better than that, some sort of strange blade that was supposed to fit on the end of something. I pick it up, and attach it to the end of my tail, after which a click sound is heard. I'm sure I'll get more use out of this if I get my wings back, but still, not bad... I think as I swing my tail, as well as the blade, around a few times just to get used to it. Everyone seemed to be attacking loads of the scientists, however, they seemed endless. Deravan put down some wiring, and expected me to charge it with electricity. I wait for everyone to get out of the way of that, and then send out an electric charge, which hit several of the scientists who apparently had no idea that we were planning that. Hm... I think I'm going to call that one 'Power Grid'... I'll tell that to Deravan later. I think as I see the scientists fry on the electrified wires. I then turn around to see someone get hit with a syringe, and pass out. Before the scientist could trap him again, I jump at him, and manage to slash at him a few times with my new tail blade. I then guard the sleeping teammate, a gryphon who was apparently part falcon and part panther, or something, from getting captured by the scientists, and put through their experiments.
Name: Raymond L. Belmont
Gender: Male
Species: Dracovian
Age: 31 years old.
Appearance: 4' 3" tall, with a medium-thick short neck, and a 2 inch beak. He has small, squinty eyes and needs glasses. He has white scales with red eyes, an orange crest, some scars on his arm, and an array of aqua-blue to green feathers going down his arms, and wears a blue jacket, and some khakis. He doesn't wear shoes, only socks, and he has flushed eye sockets, with a short forehead. His tail is 1.5 ft long. His crest is small, and the tail feathers are a brighter tint of aqua blue. He has short claws, and little fingers.
Bio: Raymond L. Belmont was born in 1982, in a wealthy family. Due to the posh name and accent, people made fun of him, and his poor vision didn't help. He needed glasses, and they were pretty nerdy-looking. He wore the newest type of clothing, whether it be parkas, or something else. His family didn't need to pay taxes, since they were so rich and found loopholes to taxes. He wasn't athletic, at all, but wasn't fat. Bullies beat him up one day, and his parents fought. His mother took custody of him, and the father took the money, and they went from high class to low class in about a month.
He became unpopular, and he didn't have too much money any more. Maybe 80 dollars. Not enough to pay a 3058 dollar tax. Far from it, actually. A kid at his high school introduced him to a drug that he called "Malidille," and after he took a small dose, he was told the ingredients, and that it was extremely addictive. He regretted this decision, since he started to feel as if he was falling off the moon, and it looked like he was drunk. He fell down 8 times, and threw up in a trash can 2 times, and claimed "He smelt citric acid." Raymond couldn't get the blood normally from the ingredients, so he cut himself. He ended up with 12 scars on his arm before he needed a blood transfusion. There, he was found out, and went to jail for about 5 years, and he was about 24 when he got out of jail. He started finding ways of getting money, and eventually got a job at a grocery store, where they didn't know about his addiction. Some customers noticed his scars, and so his popularity lowered. He got himself a house, and when he was 29 he tried going to meetings and groups to stop his addiction, but to no avail. He decided that he should learn different languages, but his drug addiction made him forget how to speak them.
When the 'mist' got him, he was changed into a strange scaly figure, with a beak, a tail, and a weird feathery crease. He thought this was part of the drug after prolonged use, and he grabbed his inhaler, and used it, because he was losing his breath. He stood up, and tried turning on his lamp, but it didn't work. He sighed, since he was nothing without electronics. He grabbed 4 vials of the stuff off the counter, and ran outside, into the streets of Wellington, Australia, and got in his gas-powered car, and there was no gas. He got back out, and knocked on some neighbor's door, and they opened. They were 7 feet tall, hunched over, and made of stone. Their voice was deeper than usual, and they talked about the strange happenings and how nothing electrical was working. He walked outside, and zipped up his blue Parka, then walked off, then realized how sharp gravel was when it was in his feet, piercing through his socks. He got to the nearest gas station, and broke the window, and grabbed gasoline, and ran out. He filled up his car, and got in it. He turned the engine on, and started driving off. He certainly saw a lot more people out today, at the park, walking about, and some being racist and beating each other. A person with a knife opened his passenger side door, and Raymond drove off, trying to shake him off the door. His feet must have been damaged, maybe? He swerved around, and abruptly stop, and then went on, and the animal-like beast let go and fell down. He drove off onto the empty highway, in lukewarm weather. It started to rain, and then he noticed blood on the wheel. He screamed, as it suddenly was covering the windows. He looked at his hands, and they were covered in blood. He fainted, and woke up later in the car, and looked around. There was no more blood. He grabbed the wheel again, and continued driving, seeing if he could get to a safer place than Wellington.
Powers: Can make artificial blood, or 'form' blood, either as a solid or a liquid.
Weaknesses: Cant take a hit that well. Also is addicted to a liquified mix of laughing gas, acid, cocaine, and blood, with some alcohol, and an energy drink. Withdrawals are: Dizziness, loss of vision, shaky hands, low blood pressure, memory loss, and a migraine.
Other: I probably spent about an hour thinking of weaknesses that wont get me into a "I'm waiting for someone to save me," situation.
Dat wall of text))
"Uhm..." he says, before sensing something behind. He quickly uses his metal powers and spike the guy before it hit him with a syringe. He then turns around to see a good amount of scientist shooting 3 syringes to him. Deravan quickly blocks them with his steel shield, before striking 3 scientists with his shield. He then rush towards them and spike them with stone pillars, that actually damage them a lot. He looks at the rest of the scientists.
"We need to continue... careful guys." he then says.
((Also, those weaknesses seem like the kind that would get you into another 'save me plox, pay attention to me, plox' situation, and only one power? One power that doesn't seem all too powerful to help counter those weaknesses? Sorry.))