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| Bra | Feb 22 2015, 08:25 PM Post #1 |
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Long, Lost, Found
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[align=center]And then we must decide if what we uncovered was worth all the trouble. - - - - [/align] Royce Degon had been awakened. Rudely, of all things. Inside of his icy tomb, his eyes fluttered open enough to see the frozen crystal that surrounded him. How had he come to this again? His memory was a little hazy. He could feel his arms and legs, splayed out to the sides like he was the Vitruvian Man. When he tried to summon his limbs back to their proper places, he found that they were stuck in the ice as well. It was amazing his face was free enough to allow his eyes to open in the first place. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his thoughts flying to his mind. Yet it felt hollow, devoid of anything other than himself. Typhon. He thought worriedly. No answer came to him. The God of Storms was not attached to him. So where the hell could he be? All right. Next step; getting out of here. His mind had wandered in his waking moments, giving him glimpses of the modern wall outside of his prison. He had met two men, both hailing from Zaun. He had planted the seeds of interest in their minds but he had been too coy. Why not simply say 'Hey, I need help escaping, fellow Avatars. I too am one of you!' Of course he knew why he couldn't say that. Life wasn't as clean-cut as that; it required more cunning and planning if one hoped to survive its harshness. He had learned that a young enough age to know that, even if time had passed by him, the way of the world would still be the same. Sentient beings were still slaves to their emotions and conflict would always be around. And as it turned out, Zaun itself had fallen under the thumb of the Planetary Trade Organization. Of course it had; he knew that something like this was going to happen back when he was still in Moran. It was only a matter of time. But enough of the inner monologuing; he had to get out. Another explosion rocked the thickly-armored room, this time feeling like it was right outside his door. Maybe someone had sent a rescue mission for him? That seemed unlikely, given that his existence was all but wiped away. No, this was something else. Some other force was fighting outside these walls, surely unaware of the man that was trapped inside. They probably thought it a prize worth taking and cashing in. The Avalonians had thought that as well. He wiggled his fingers slightly, feeling the ice give way about an inch. He tried to focus his energy, summon whatever magic still lay inside him in hopes of overtaking this ice. The paladin fools; they knew about his range of elemental control and yet they still opted to stuff him into a freezer. He would make a mockery of them by absorbing this ice for his own use and-... What the?<span style='font-family:Geneva'> The ice. It was devoid of any energy. He couldn't feel the water molecules that had to be frozen, he couldn't connect with the natural element that surely had to be holding him here. It was as if it was glass. That's how they did it. That's how they kept me locked in here. They must have warped the molecules of the water so it doesn't resonate on a natural level. Brilliant bastards. He cursed internally. Voices. He could hear them carrying through the ice though. They were standing right outside the prison, talking to one another. He couldn't make out words but they were definitely talking about whatever he was in. They were searching for treasure and wanted to break in. What was stopping them? He frowned; not an easy task when ice was pushing up against his cheeks. Maybe the Avalonians had enhanced the freeze trap to encompass the prison as well. He could barely remember it being a small black box devoid of any windows or anything. Maybe when they put him in the deep frost, they opted to freeze the entire structure as a fail-safe. It's what he would do. No actually...he probably would have just killed his prisoner. Suddenly his ears were filled with the sound of something roaring. Like an engine had been placed up against the door. A drill maybe to break through the ice? He would have guessed that but suddenly he began to feel something. Not with his fingers or his toes but with his mana pool. Energy, the slightest amount of energy was flowing over the ice. And he could feel it like a warm breath of air on his face. That's when he realized what had actually happened, his eyes widening a bit. They hadn't created a new version of ice; they had simply used his magic. They had funneled his powers to create an ice tomb in which to trap him in. That's why he couldn't feel the molecules he needed to refuel himself; they were on the same wavelength as his own energy signature. But now, there was something blowing against the ice. Not blowing, burning. Someone was using fire on the tomb in an attempt to melt their way in. And as it did so, he could feel the tiny molecules on the surface of his icy creation melt away and turn back into water. Condensation you beautiful bitch. He grinned as he dipped into his mana pool and summoned the latent water molecules. They were absorbed into the ice and spread, connecting him with more of the sculpture. His body began to vibrate gently as he caused the ice to evaporate further and absorb into larger portions. Within seconds, he had melted the entire outer layer of ice from around the prison and was rapidly dissolving the rest of it that actually held him. His arms finally fell to his sides and his bare feet felt the ground once more as he fell from the disappearing prison. He stood in utter darkness, breathing in softly as a wry smile broke across his face. It had been so long since he had last used his powers to such an extent. And it felt better than he could imagine. Water was still dripping around the prison, enough that he could make out the creases for the door. Now it was time to get out and, hopefully, avoid a problem with the people outside. No doubt they were in utter shock by the prison melting so easily. He raised his head to look in the door's direction. "Lost Magic: Sonic Wave." He said simply. A pulse, not unlike the sound of thunder clapping in the sky, erupted out from the man's form and crashed into the door, ripping it from its hinges and sending it flying forward. Little did he knew that it would crash into the oncoming saiyan Leena and take her along for the ride. The scarred man that had once been a prisoner stepped through the door into the first light he had seen in a century. He couldn't help it; his mouth parted and he yawned, stretching his arms to the sides as his body began to awaken along with him. It felt good to be whole again. His gray eyes twisted to look at the fuddled faces of Markos, Ginger and Artex. He blinked once. "So...was that my wake up call?" He asked, scratching the stubble on his cheek as his vision began to clear up. "What the hell...it's a man." Ginger stated the obvious. "And you guys must be the kind gentlemen that helped me out. Thanks for that." He said, offering a casual nod and smirk. He clapped his hand on the closest man's shoulder, which happened to be Ginger. "Great work with the fire. Just the pickup I needed." He pointed to the door and began to move past the group. "That the exit? I have to grab some things-..." The hunk of metal that had once held his prison suddenly shot up to the ceiling, slamming into the stone and pinning itself there. In its crater was a woman, her forehead coated in fresh blood and her eyes wide with rage. She bore daggers through the Zaunite as her chest heaved with anger. "How dare you strike me! I am a saiyan warrior and I will not be made a fool of!" Royce put his hands up in front of him and looked at the woman, doing his best to look innocent. "Honest mistake, darlin'. Never meant to hit you with anything. Let's just all calm down before someone gets hurt." And he meant it. His words only seemed to bolster her rage further. "Don't you mock me! I will grind you into DUST!" She bellowed before she charged forward, her fists balling in anticipation of pounding the fool that dared hurt her. She crossed the distance in moments, her war cry echoing in the vault chamber as she leapt into the air and prepared to come down with a hefty punch. Royce Degon would have sighed if he had the time. But alas, he had to react and this foolish woman was now making herself his enemy. He quickly muttered. "Lost Magic: Geyser" before his mouth parted and a torrent of sea water rushed out from his throat and crashed into the woman's stomach. The liquid, infused with Royce's magical energy, was on the same energy level as a ki blast so when it hit the woman's stomach, it punched right through and out the other side. Her warrior's yell was cut off as her stomach was completely vaporized by the sudden attack. Royce slid to the side as she hit the ground with a thud, her eyes blank and her body unmoving. He quickly stepped over her body and looked down, shaking his head slightly. "I warned her. You guys saw it. I didn't want to hurt anyone I didn't have to." "You bastard! You killed Leena!" Ginger roared, his eyes wavering between anger and tears. His arm shot up, arm blaster humming to life. Artex and Markos joined him, now fully ready to consider this man an enemy. As the energy blasts shot out from the arm blasters, Royce pushed off the ground and leapt high into the air. The blasts followed after him as he landed on the stacks of zeni and bounded across them. The universal money, that had been so exquisitely and carefully stacked, exploded into plumes of cash as the energy blasts collided with them. Royce continued to run across the stacks until he was directly above them. As he leapt above the trio of shooters, he twisted his body to face them and thrust both his hands out. "Dark Magic: Obliterate!" He bellowed and from both his hands grew a massive purple ball of ki and magic energy. It launched itself down to the ground between the surprised gangsters and exploded as soon as the outer layer of energy film touched the metal ground. Their shadows were visible for only a moment before they was swallowed into the detonation, purple and black fire tearing apart the impacted area. Royce leapt off the closest panel of zeni and came to a sliding halt near the rear of the vault, his face lit up by the eruption. The barest hint of a smile cracked his face as the fires simmered down to nothing. He waltzed over to ground zero, a strange sense of pride carrying him back. A blast mark, near the size of his former prison, now covered the once pristine ground. Two absolutely scorched bodies lay against the black metal tomb, unmoving and showing no signs of life. To ensure this fact, Royce delivered a hard kick to the heads of each one, breaking apart the ashes as easily as powdered snow. But one body was moving, despite the fact that his entire lower half had been incinerated. Ginger was gasping for air as shock overtook his body and he was cradling what remained of his left hand. The entire right side of his face was comprised of ash. As Royce stepped over him, he whimpered and tried to move, to no avail. "Like I said..." Royce started, bending down to one knee to get closer to the injured human. "I didn't want to hurt anyone I didn't have to. But you idiots had to go and make it hard for me to hold back." His hand snapped out and grabbed the man behind the head, yanking him up quickly to drive his point home. "And trust me...that was me holding back." He let that moment linger a bit longer before he continued. "You've got two options here; tell me where the barracks and your ship are and I'll kill you quickly. Hold out on me and I'll freeze off pieces of your body until you're nothing but an unfrozen head. Either way, you're going to die. But at least one way will be painless, right?" He said casually, as if is ultimatum was a win-win. Which, in his case, it was. Ginger was crying now, tears streaming out of his eyes. The pain must have been unbearable. But at least he had enough pride not to blubber about it and beg for mercy. He sniffed deeply before he spoke. "The barracks was on level three. We didn't touch it. The Luna is in the docks. The Avalonians would have already shut her down by now." Royce shook his head. "If you believed that, you wouldn't have risked your lives coming down here to get..." He grabbed the closest zeni note to him, holding up the half-charred object. "This is money now? What an ugly piece of trash." He hissed, tossing it away and looking back at Ginger. "I have one other question." "What year is it?" WC: 2327 </span> |
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| Bra | Mar 2 2015, 11:37 PM Post #2 |
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"What the hell..." He was still trying to wrap his mind around it as he exited through the vault door. He barely noticed the charred bodies of the guards, the two men that had been the last line. He paused long enough to acknowledge their existence before he continued on into the hallway. "A hundred years. I've been stored away for an entire century." He said with slight amazement. He knew that it had been a good amount of time since he was last awake. The Avatars he had met were new, entirely different from the stories he had heard of when he was still on Zaun. The tiny nuances in the air were a sign too, the water molecules smelled different than they did when he went under. Of course there was the technology as well; he had taken the time to pick up what was left of the arm blasters that had been firing at him moments before. They were more advanced, fit better for more species without giving up comfort. He wasn't a tech genius but he could recognize the difference between a sleek model and bulky one. He stopped near the end of the corridor, scratching his stubble. "Well, I guess I'll have to make the best of it. After all, there's still the mission." Ah yes, how that had drifted back into his mind so quickly he'd never be able to tell. He knew what he had been sent to do; he understood the parameters of the plan and the levels he had to go to. He knew that a lot of his mission involved being false to other people, though that was never a problem with Royce. It also meant that anyone was merely a means to an end. There could be no failure or else the consequences would be dire. Blah blah blah, He shook off the dreary thoughts. One step at a time and the first piece of the path was finding his equipment. His eyes narrowed as he looked down the hallway. What had the dying human said? ”Level three.” He muttered nearly under his breath. The gangster that had been known as Ginger had told him the truth, despite the fact that his life was bleeding away. And just as Royce had promised, he gave him a quick death. A quick twist of the head was enough to sever his spinal column and dim the last ounce of light that was left in the man’s eyes. For many, watching that glow disappear could be the thing of nightmares, haunting one until their own light began to diminish. But for Royce Degon, his soul had been numbed to the emotional stress. If anything, it felt like another day at the office. And wasn’t that just a little bit sad? The Zaunite glanced up at the ceiling, seeing the perfectly formed tiles that dotted it. Despite the firefight that had occurred not that long ago, the top of the hallway had managed to escape any damage. A fine example of Avalonian architecture; building the ceiling at ridiculous heights to prevent unnatural damage. It’s like they know they’re going to piss someone off somewhere, he chortled internally as he raised his hand up and took careful aim at the stone-grey roof. ”Dark Magic: Obliterate!” His voice echoed in the hallway as he cast yet another spell. The same orb of magic and ki that he had created before swirled back into existence and rocketed off of his palm and crashed into the ceiling. Another fiery explosion rocked the facility underneath Avalon, causing the very earth to quake around him. As it just so happened, a forward scouting party was moving through the facility in search of the thugs that had broken in. Avalonian Paladins swept through the hallways and rooms with precision, tossing over any hiding spot where the gangsters could have stowed themselves away. There were five of them, each one wielding a sharpened blade and intent to punish whoever had made a mockery of the vault. “No prisoners. The high council wants to make an example of these thugs. No gang is greater than the will of Ganr” The commander in charge said, his voice gruff and laced with annoyance. He knew many of the men that had been slain in here today. They were compatriots, fellow soldiers. Men and women with families. His grip on his blade tightened. It was then that the floor several yards in front of them opened up and a quake vibrated underneath their feet. They all held their footing by widening their stances, staring down the hall as a hole was formed directly in their path. “An escape attempt.” The commander grumbled as he brought his sword up in front of him, ready to slash through whoever dared appear. With relative ease, Royce leapt through the hole and landed on the floor in front of the group. His bare feet shifted slightly off of his landing place, moving into a more defensive stance as he noticed the five armed men in front of him. ”I’m sorry…is this not the way to the bathroom?” He asked, smirking. “You…” The commander said, his eyes wide with surprise. He had seen the pictures in the database, the last picture taken of Royce before he was put under ice. This man was supposed to be doomed to eternal refrigeration for crimes against the Protectorate. Why had the gangsters freed him? The paladin hardened his features and twisted his blade slightly to point at the Zaunite. “Surrender now, prisoner. Any attempt to escape will be handed down with swift and vicious judgment.” “Sir, you said no prisoners…” One of the other paladins said. “This man is a different story. The gangsters must have been hired to free him from his prison in the vault. Where are your friends hiding?” Royce jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, pointing directly to the hole. ”You’ll find them in your so-called vault. Though they’re not so much hiding as they are…well, dead. Along with the rest of your guards.” The commander snarled. “You will pay for your lack of respect. Those men and women were honored members of the Paladins. They deserved better than to die to the likes of you.” Royce sighed and shook his head. ”Everyone is so quick to assume that I keep causing trouble on purpose. I’m just as innocent as those dead gu-…Paladins as well. The other boneheads busted me out and then tried to kill me; talk about a terrible rescue crew.” “Enough talk! Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head.” The commander barked, his armor jangling slightly from the movement. The Zaunite frowned. ”Well this is hardly fair. I’m completely outnumbered three to five.” A slight awkward pause hung in the air as the soldiers glanced among themselves with questions looks, some of them even holding back chuckles at the man’s strange statement. The commander’s brow furrowed and his head cocked to the side as he glared down at the Zaunite. “The hell does that mean? There is only one of you.” ”Well that’s just rude.” Came the response from behind the group. They spun quickly, their swords already up and ready to defend. But they were whirling and off balance and the two clones of Royce were already charging forward. The first clone leapt into the air and above the tip of the closest sword, his hands snapping out to wrap around the paladin’s helmet. Using his body weight and momentum, he pulled the Avalonian to the ground in a hard face slam. The second clone slid to his knees as he approached the whirling paladin, stopping just underneath the handle of his sword. Then this same clone was leaping up, his hands pushing against the butt of the handle and thrusting the sword into its owner. The sharpened weapon sliced through the front of the helmet with ease and pushed into his skull in one swift motion, coming out the other side of the metal armor. It was covered in ruby red liquid. The remaining three paladins, including the commander, sunk into a tightly formed group as the two clones of Royce rose up to their feet, now brandishing the weapons that the fallen had used. They each glanced at one another and smirked, bringing their arms up and holding the swords in steady positions in front of them. “Trickster.” The commander growled as he glanced over his shoulder at the original. He was cockily standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “You use evil magic.” ”Old magic. Shadow spells aren’t necessarily evil, just…forbidden. Too much chaos for some people, terrified them. But sometimes you need just a little bit of darkness to get through the hard times, wouldn’t you agree?” The former Avatar said, grinning. “I’m going to cut you to ribbons. Leave just enough of you to stay alive when they put you on ice again.” The older man hissed. All three versions of Royce fell into fighting stances just as the paladins did as well. The tension in the air was palpable was each one waited for the other to move, to engage in the bloody melee that was surely to follow. The commander’s eyes never left Royce’s, his hateful stare boring holes through the Zaunite. ”Please. Do try your best.” He said with a grin. And then all three versions of him attacked. WC: 1579 TWC: 3906 |
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| Bra | Mar 5 2015, 12:26 AM Post #3 |
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The electronic panel beeped once before the scan began running, a white light trailing from the top of the fiberglass to the bottom. As it crossed over the impacted fingers, it picked up on the unique individual prints that would distinguish this particular person from everyone else. A quick referral to the system logged that it was, in fact, that paladin commander's hand touching the screen. So of course it had to be him trying to gain entrance, right? Well it wasn't. The lifeless hand pulled away from the screen as it turned green, dropping like a fish long out of water. Royce glanced down at the severed limb once more before he tossed it over his shoulder, causing it to hit the ground with a wet smack. Blood oozed from the stump as the door to the barracks opened up and the Zaunite stepped through with ease. "Well look at all the goodies." He remarked as he looked about the armaments. The paladins, in charge of the defense of the vault, had kept a large array of weapons in here in case there was ever an attack. But as it turned out, after the invasion of Avalon by the Steel Legion, the high council had changed its priorities. Rebuilding was more important than the protection of the vault because, in their minds, who would be bold enough to try and incite the wrath of the paladins? There were still guards lined among the hallways and weapons were still stocked away in case of an emergency. Of course, it didn't help that budgets had to be cut down because of the cost of rebuilding. Guards were pulled away from the defense of the vault in exchange for helping with reconstruction of major structures in the city above. It took less of a toll on the hoarded zeni and allowed construction to move at a quicker pace. It seemed like a good idea. But they had never dreamed that someone would attack their money pit. And, even in their worst nightmares, they never imagined that Royce Degon would get free again. The Zaunite moved along the rows of equipment with delicate steps, his eyes carefully examining each marked box. Numbers, letters, serial codes. None of them meant anything to him nor did they jog any memory that might have still been sleeping inside. He scowled as he came to the end of the first row, glancing up at the numerous other shelves that still required his attention. "There must be an easier way to do this." He grumbled as he took a step back to take in the whole picture. In truth, there were many aisles and pathways that moved throughout the barracks, each one lined with more shelving units for storage. The basic guard gear and riot equipment had been stored up front for easy access but all of the room behind was meant for confiscated prisoner items. Articles of clothing, weapons, trinkets; thousands of items rested in containers from the inmates that had been stored away in different parts of this underground labyrinth. Apparently Royce wasn't the only one they wanted to lock in the dark and forget. A pale light caught his attention down near the middle aisle. His eyes narrowed as he decided to approach it, moving with silenced step towards the source. A guard? Maybe an equipment manager? Whatever the case, his fingers unfurled themselves and splayed out, ready to grab onto the target and quickly dispatch of them. As he came to corner, he slid up against the shelf and slowed his approach. And then he spun around, his fists already up. But instead of finding a living, breathing person, he found a floating droid. It was about the size of a basketball, with thin flaps on its side to help with moving around the tight corners of the barracks. A small thruster was glowing underneath its metallic form. A rounded glass iris was set right in the middle of its 'face', unblinking and unfeeling. It turned to face him. "Oh. Hello. Are you here to pick up an order?" The older man's chiseled face seemed to soften at the electronic voice. "Depends." He said, his head turning to look in the other directions around him. No one else seemed to be inside here besides him..and the bot. The machine's face didn't change. "Depends? Is there conflicting information that I should be made aware of?" Royce cleared his throat loudly before he continued. His voice deepened, resembling that of the paladin commander that he had taken care of less than an hour ago. "The only information that needs to be divulged is information that I inquire about." He said with a sneer, doing his best impression of the Avalonian he had only watched for a short time. "Now boot up whatever mainframe you've got in there, tin can. I've got some questions and I expect them to be answered quickly and effectively." It was a bluff and a bold one at that. Royce had no evidence he could utilize to prove himself as a real paladin, nor did he possess the arm anymore in case another scan was asked for. He was hoping that just by being in here, it was assumed that he was part of the order. It didn't even hesitate. "Go ahead and ask your questions. I'm linked in with the digital database so whatever information you're looking for about items in here, I can answer. Beyond that, you'll have to seek out another Infosphere." Fair enough. "There was a prisoner that was brought in here some hundred years ago. Degon comma Royce. What information do you have on him?" The light in the center of the bot's eye flickered once before it continued. "No information beyond the storage locker listing and purchase manifest appear for that name." The Zaunite was about to continue his inquiries before he suddenly paused, his brow furrowing. "Wait a damn minute. Purchase manifest?" "Yes. The equipment and items designated from Degon comma Royce were sold off to the merchant known as Black Star. Manifest was approved and signed by Master Paladin-..." Its voice was suddenly cut off by Royce's hand jabbing out and grabbing it by its left fin, pulling it in close to his face. "Where is Black Star? Where did you ship the equipment?" The android, unfazed by the act of intimidation, pulled away from his grip as if it were nothing. An illogical movement by an organic who was ruled by emotion. "Cactaylisma was the location of the drop. Exact coordinates unavailable." The former Avatar growled, his annoyance flaring up. For a brief moment, he thought about tearing this droid in two. But he thought better of it. Machines felt no pain and thus didn't fear death. In the same light, they didn't really care that they were living either; they simply acted as they were programmed. And that was worse than anything Royce could do to it. He stepped back and the Infosphere went back to shelves, forgetting him and returning to scanning once more. "Cactaylisma. This couldn't possibly get worse." WC: 1190 TWC: 5096 |
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