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Sebastian Michaelis
At Taskforce base

Sebastian slowly shifted his gaze back to the large creature. Unamused by the obvious answer. Was he trying to be a smart ass? He could *see* that it slid open. He was hoping for a more detailed answer. He didn't bother correcting the toad like beast, in that he wanted information rather than escape. It wasn't his business.

It was then, that he noticed something. Distracting him, and making him take another look at the creature, the Krogun. It's soul… or essence of life, was obviously different than that of a human. But it was there.

Sebastian could not help the idle question in his head. Could he eat it? He'd only ever consumed human souls. But this would certainly be different… He licked his lips, the thought reminding him of his hunger. Unfortunately, he was in a contract already. With a soul that would no doubt be an absolute treat. It was not worth breaking the rules set between him and his master.

His gaze broke when the alarms started blaring. "Trust a human to create such an obtrusive sound..." he commented. But his gaze was focused on the guards. If an alarm was going off, then it might provide the opportunity to answer his own question. He wasn't completely uneducated when it came to technology. This was only more advanced. All he needed was 5 minutes and he was sure he could get it open… something like this, busting the door down would do no favors. Especially if he wanted these guards to remain unaware of the wolf in sheep's clothing among their ranks.
 
Raistlin and Tasslehoff
Some random forest somewhere

Raistlins eyes focused on the magical pistol. His eyes showing both caution and curiousity. He kept a hold of Tasslehoffs collar, much to the kenders dismay. Something flashing, disappearing into his many pouches about his waist to be looked at later.

"There is no need for violence, Miss." Raistlin rasped, "none of us here are looking for a fight, so let us not have one started." Even as he spoke, he regarded the furry creature curiously. She appeared as elves usually did. Only growing slightly older as he looked at her. How curious.

Considering that they'd had humanoid dragon-people trying to kill them, her goat like features did not bother either him, or Tasslehoff. Who, at this point was starting to complain about Raistlin holding too tightly and that it was getting hard to breathe.

The other man, seemed to be just that. A man. With a rather interesting story to share. He has no idea what "AI" stood for, though it was clearly an abbreviation. As a matter of fact, this oddly dressed man seemed to be the strangest out of everyone there to him.

The wizard finally heard Tasslehoffs complaints, and relaxed his grip. The kender rubbed his neck. "Woo, when you get lost in thought you really go! I told Caramon there's no way that you could have such a grip, with those skinny arms. But boy, was I wrong!" He cheered, seeming completely unaffected by the accidental half strangling. And equally unaware of the potential insult. An insult the mage heard clearly. He released Tas with a low snarl. The kender taking the opportunity to finish shaking hands as he skipped straight up to the goat lady.

"Hullo, I've never met a talking goat either. You look soft." He held out his hand, clearly waiting for it to be taken. Luckily, he seemed farm more intrigued by what she had in her hand to rifle thru her pockets. "what's that, I've never seen anything like it. Raistlin, have you?"

"No." Raistlin answered curtly, obviously still unhappy over the unintentional insult.
 
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Angra Mainyu
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    some people survive chaos
    and that is how they grow
    some people thrive in chaos
    because chaos is all they know.
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NUMBER FIVE
mood
very much drunk </3

outfit
here

location
The Garrison Bar

tags
KaramelKarma KaramelKarma
Was there talking again? He was struggling to focus his senses, everything was so damn fuzzy and loud. Christ... Why'd he have to be such an idiot and drink on an empty stomach? His teenage body wasn't used to handling this much alcohol, dammit! Speaking of which-

"'M not a lightweight." Five spoke between barely contained giggles, his words slurred and messy, as messy as his attempts to push himself up off the floor. "This body is a lightweight." It wasn't a lie. 13 year olds couldn't handle alcohol. And since he body was 13, it couldn't handle alcohol. He could. He was 58 years old. 58 years old, and not a lightweight.

This guy had no idea what he was talking about.

"I know how to handle alcohol." He bragged, despite the fact he had yet to remove himself from the floor. His arms felt like jelly. Everything felt like jelly. Had he ever even tried jelly? It looked kinda gross, if he was being honest.

"You-" His hand hovered in front of him for a moment as his eyes struggled to pinpoint Aang's exact location, a weak groan escape his lips as the room continued to spin. "-Don't know what you're talking about. You don't know me. Only Dolores knows me." A weak gesture was made in the direction of the invisible mannequin, a fond smile passing across his face as he set his drunken gaze on her, finally picking himself up off the ground. "And Dolores knows I'm not a lightweight." Pause, Five hiccupped, staggering forward and allowing himself to lean heavily against the bar. "You stupid asshole."

Assholes, the whole lot of them. This stranger. The commission. His Dad. A whole bunch of assholes who didn't know anything.

...Wait.

"The Commission?" The room hadn't ceased spinning, but Five had finally managed to focus his eyes somewhat, coming to settle upon Aang. The other looked... Familiar somehow, but his drunken mind couldn't pinpoint where he'd seen him before. "You'd think that somehow travelling across dimensions would shake em-"Another laugh, Five struggled to hold himself up. "-'Parently not. Wha' did I do this time? Fuck up the timeline again? Prevent another apocalypse?" God, he hoped so. He was so damn sick of having to save the world every other week. "Thas' why you're here, right? They sent you? Well tell em to fuck off."
coded by reveriee.


CONNOR
mood
embarrassed

outfit
here

location
Utopia

tags
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"That's right." Connor confirmed with a soft sigh. "Supplies, actually. I don't have much on me." Not even a weapon. He had nothing, nothing but his coin, and the clothes on his back. It put him at a disadvantage. He needed supplies, even if he couldn't find thirium. A gun, something, would be useful. He found himself staring up at Korra with a weak smile on his lips.

The smile soon dropped as she spoke again, commenting on his injury. Shame was an emotion new to the android, but it was one he already knew he didn't like. It made him afraid to maintain eye-contact, it made his chest feel tight. It was uncomfortable, and even a machine such as himself disliked the feeling of discomfort. He retained silence for a moment, letting his eyes follow Korra's gaze, to his arm, where his a hand was quick to cover the wound. "It's fine-" Pause. "I'm fine. It's more of an inconvenience, if anything. You don't need to worry."

He stepped backwards carefully, eyes staring down at the ground, at the streets around him. Looking anywhere but at Korra. "I don't feel it or anything." It was little more than a display of letters on his HUD, a warning, a notice that he was functioning as optimally as he should be. It was fine. It didn't bother him. He could go on without seeking care. "Really." He pressed. "It will heal on it's own."

Within a couple of days, give or take. There was no internal damage aside from a few severed wires, and even then, they didn't affect anything. His limb was still functional. "But I appreciate the offer. Thank you."
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Zadruch felt the shifting of the earth, turning at the same moment he drew his large, energy sword, the Steel Sybil Z-14. The pillar of earth came apart in two, and behind the small cloud of dirt it created, was the awoken in his sword's resting position, turning back to face his opponent.
"If violence is really what it has to come to, then I'm sorry," he says somewhat solemnly. He did recognize that he did trespass on the ent's land, but that didn't mean he would let himself become part of a ritual as recompense. A fusion grenade appeared in the awoken's hand, an explosive which attaches when thrown. He aimed at the ent's right arm and threw, before once again keeping both hands on the huge sword, waiting with his feet firmly planted in the marsh for whatever happened next. He'd have to be careful, though -- he can't use the sword for too many hits at a time.

Wrex couldn't help but eye the kid and his next moves -- someone so self-assured might just be able to find a way out -- or he's just some dumb human. If this kid really could get a way through, the krogan would lead the charge out of here himself. He doesn't need any sort of weapon to be dangerous.
"Everyone return to your cells, now," said a quiet yet gravely familiar voice, after the sound of the door momentarily unlocking and opening, before locking again. A Taskforce member well known to the imprisoned. The small but deadly figure was now inside the common area, brandishing the axe that was almost as tall as herself. Beruka.
Beruka had been ordered in here to escort the prisoners back -- making sure none get too excited about the alarms going off. She believed the one called Captain Action was going to be joining her. The door slid open once more, this time her horse-sized wyvern following, letting out a shriek to scare any that weren't already afraid of the assassin herself. And the ones who had been here long enough usually had a reason to. Though she was utilized a lot for missions outside of the bases, when she wasn't on duty, she came back here. For her, prison duty was her free time. And she was given only more liberty the more she was here, because her intimidation gave results.
Wrex had given her loads of trouble before, not to accomplish anything, but to just let the Taskforce know he wasn't sitting quietly. The last time he did this, her wyvern was found strong enough to lift the entire krogan by its jaw and throw him into a cell. The krogan held his ground, scowling as his armored hands curled repeatedly in and out of a fist.

Korra leaned against Naga's fluffy chest and shoulder, crossing her arms in thought. She wasn't too well-stocked herself right now, she didn't even have anything of campsite-related tools because she just slept on Naga at night.
"I have some money," Korra offered, "I can't guarantee all of it is in local currency here, but you can have some if you need help getting things to just get by." She had a firm moral compass against stealing, which meant for a current nomad who could no longer use her Avatar title to get assistance, she had to find odd ways to make money. Normally temporary work. Some people she helps out give her money as thanks, or food or shelter. She wishes she could be the kind of hero to refuse that sort of thing, but she doesn't really have a choice right now, so accepts it gratefully. Korra noticed that offering her healing powers, or something at least, appeared to cause him grief in some way, by the way he looked kinda droopy now.
"Oh, sorry," Korra said, her hand absentmindedly running through the front of her hair, "I didn't mean to upset or or anything. It's just... it was my duty to help people. Used to be, I guess. If you're sure you'll be OK." She gave a small nod, wanted to ask him all about how he had self-healing powers. She had heard of past beings in her world, like Avatar Kyoshi, being able to repair the body through meditation, but she knew this was probably something different. Probably related to that little light on his head.
 
Sebastian Michaelis
At Taskforce base

Sebastian rose a brow as he heard the command. His gaze shifting again to regard the newcomer. Unfamiliar to him, since he'd spent so much time hiding away in the room they dumped him into. But people instantly shoved at each other to obey before they invited her wrath. The scene both amused, and revolted the demon. Humans were so panicky in groups, and it disgusted him. Her pet was a bit of a surprise. But still, it was just an animal. Usually, animals did not want to mess with him after they sensed his dark nature. But this small human was not his master, and her bossy tone made him not even want to pretend to obey.

He noted the Kroguns body language, and a devilish smirk appeared. So this beast didn't like her? Perhaps they could help each other. "Would you like to make a deal with me, Krogun?" The demon asked softly, not wanting to garner her attention. "If you can keep their attention off of me while I figure out the mechanics of that door, then I am about…. 85% certain I can open up a path for you to walk out front door of this fancy little prison. Wouldn't that be most humiliating?" Of course, his goal was to not be noticed at all. But he already decided he didn't like this female. He voice was low and soft, to avoid being overheard.

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Gabriel Rorke

Rorke ran forward with his .44 magnum in hand. Rorke thought quickly about why a Ghost would come here. To steal documents? To rescue prisoners? To kill...Rorke once and for all? He had heard a bit of commotion in the ventilation system earlier and he had an Idea. Once the others were out the ventilation system on the roof, He could catch them by surprise.

Logan Walker

Logan heard the alarms go off as he prepared to drop down below. "Well...If we don't make It, See ya on the other side!" The Ghost dropped down Into the room of Prisoners and scanned his Surroundings. The Krogan friend of Garrus was conversing with a...Demonic being of some sort?
The Ghost walked towards the Krogan quickly as he wasted no time. "Wrex? Wanna have some fun?" The Ghost could feel a smile Inch onto his face as he pointed up to the Ventilation opening on the ceiling.


Nanosuit 2.0

Alcatraz clenched his fists at the second Psycho had mentioned CELL. CELL stood for Crynet Enforcement and Local Logistics, And had bought the US Government making them vulnerable.
"Must've been hard, So I have been missing since 2023, If I am correct." Alcatraz remarked as he looked at his armored fist.


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Wrex thought momentarily for whether or not to go along with this weird little human. The krogan thought his time of following orders like some lackey were behind him. But damned as he was to admit it, especially to some annoying-ass kid, he had no better options right now -- brute strength wouldn't be enough here.
"You pull anything on me, I rip out your skull," Wrex growled, already walking away from Sebastian. What he ran straight into, however, was not Beruka but a similarly-armored squishy, this one bulkier and male. And it gave him a proposition, one Wrex understood quite well.
"What kind of... Fun... Are we talking about here?" Wrex said with his natural scowl. He already liked this human more than the unmasked one. This one seemed military. Something krogan understood.
"The kind of fun we can share a drink over later," said the flanging voice of a turian, who dropped down behind the man in a mask, "if we survive."
"Vakarian," Wrex said with no camaraderie, or surprise, in his voice. It makes sense the turian would be behind some sort of escape attempt, like he wouldn't shut up about. But he didn't do it alone, figures. This soldier must be Resistance, like Garrus belonged to. Breaking the turian out, no doubt. But why come and get Wrex? Sentiment, maybe, the turian was inclined to such things, but more likely, they wanted a bullet shield. Alright. He'd play along. Between the two agreements he has now, both of which have the same end goal, he'd be willing to play under others' rules. They seemed violent and fun, to boot.
"Halt," Beruka said in an emotionless voice, her face shadowed with a sort of inner-fury. She then pushed her ear-piece, hidden under her hair. "Bring reinforcements to the prison common area. Rorke, they're in here." She stood her axe up on the floor, still holding it with one hand, while her other went and touched the hand axe that was on her belt. In case she needed to go ranged. Her wyvern roared from behind her, heavy-edged tail thrashing wildly.
 
Dag stood up straight, giving them a salute out of habit. Dag turned on his heel and began to lead the other back to the Resistance. 'This is a bad idea bad idea bad idea-' His thought repeated over and over but he couldn't let them take over.

It was a semi-long walk but Dag did make it back to the base he was stationed. "This is the Resistance base, one of many around the world." He was only a scientist/engineer meaning he wasn't able to let a random new person in. "You will have to wait here while I find the Leader." Dag then entered his passcode before heading through the thick metal doors.

He wandered around the base looking for the leader but to no avail. Instead, he went to look for the next best option Quartz.
As the executioner follow him he would stab the ground and would look at his surroundings this was a humble base as this engineer wasn’t brave enough to even speak to the executioner, he wasn’t majorly impressed from the man and his bravery.
 
Sebastian Michaelis
At Taskforce base

The demon frowned when he watched not one, but two people drop in and speak to his bait. In the end, it seemed nothing changed. As a matter of fact, it appeared they all had a similar goal. Different from his, of course. But the more chaos, the better. He hung back and waited. Not that it was easy, the aggressive change in the atmosphere triggered his his bloodlust. However, he was far from a youngling, and knew he'd taste blood eventually. The imbeciles he had as employees had done an excellent job in teaching the demon patience.

When he saw his opened, he walked up to the door. Bearing the attitude that he belonged there. Humans didn't usually bother him as long as he did that, and the guards were quite busy. He just had to keep his ears open for signs of those reinforcements. He felt along the edge of the door, using his body to hide the fact his hand and forearm had turned into a mass of shadow in order to force the bolt out of its lock. Being able to possess inanimate objects had its perks. After a few minutes, he grinned.

"I see… alright then. A simple matter after all." The light turned green, and he silently slipped thru the door without a word. He had a deal to uphold, and he was quite certain there was more than one door to unlock.

The door slid open completely, the demon dodging out of sight and bolted around the corner. He skidded to a halt when he saw a map, taking a moment to memorize it. It wasn't long long before he heard footstep and shouts. Reinforcements were here. He smirked, his patience was being rewarded. He flexed his muscles, extra sharp silver- true silver- forks and butter knives slipping into his hands, gripping them between his knuckles as he threw them at the group. They didn't really have much time to realize what was happening as some watched their comrades fall, knives thrown hard enough to penetrate thru the skull into the frontal lobe, forks deeply imbedded into eyes.

"What the Hell?!" Someone shouted, before a fork sliced Thur his windpipe and he too, was down.

Sebastian ran thru the pile of falling corpses. "Just follow the scent of death, Krogun. And your freedom will be within reach." He said softly, chuckling darkly even though nobody was around to hear him. One by one, he got the nessisary doors open. He could have just unlocked the entire building, but this way the beast would have a direct path to follow.

He didn't stop to investigate, as he would have plenty of time to do that at another time. Now was time to fulfil his end of the bargain.

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AuRon
In some random unfortunate city

AuRon was falling. As much as he tried, he couldn't get his wings to work right. Really, the fault was the fact he just ripped his tail off to avoid being poisoned. But without his tail, he couldn't keep his balance in the air. Causing him to work his wings twice as hard, and he still twisted and flipped. It would grow back, in time.

In little more than a controlled collision course, he caught a glimpse of a flash of green. A dragonelle coming to his aid. She never reached him, as he blinked. And when his eyes were open again, he was much closer to the ground than he had been. And she was nowhere in sight. As a matter of fact, the icey mountain range was gone, too. The other dragons… instead, there were buildings. Tall buildings replaced the carnage of war. It was a city… different than anything he'd seen. But he didn't have time to ponder that.

He tried to land on one of these building. It was an ackward crash landing, has he broke windows and pillars. He also learned that these Hominids did not build their buildings to hold the weight of a random dragon stopping for a rest. It crumbled beneath his weight, shocking both him, and causing shrieks of terror.

He tumbled with a startled roar, trying to get a grip on something. Nothing held, and he slid into the road, landing painfully on his back. He groaned, rolling onto his feet quickly. His father's words echoing in his head. A downed dragon is a dead dragon. Odd contraptions crashed into each other, some stopped and more Hominids came out. He released a warning growl, warning them off while he tried to gain his bearings.

What just happened?
 


Maybe signs was a bad idea.

Jack nearly apologized for that mess-up but he both didn’t get the chance nor believed it would do any good. As the ent made his move the Starfleet crewman was temporarily caught staring at what his hopeful ally had to overcome. That mistake would have certainly been a dreadful mistake with the mass of creepy crawlies lurching toward him. But! The angry tree made one mistake. He messed with a man who was wearing the tattered clothes looted from his own corpse, so he felt the first leeches on naked skin before the bulk of the swarm could cling on.

So in an ultimate act of professionalism and bravery Jack began to both swat at his legs and high-step away from the swarm while half shouting, “Oh nonononono! Not again not again not again!” Somehow, while in a totally not panic Jack managed to keep thinking on the fly, and in an attempt to either distract or possibly reach a compromise he shouted to the tree, “Wait! You didn’t give the signs a chance! How can ummies know where they aren’t wanted if it isn’t in ummie language?”



 
The grenade was blocked by a wall of earth that the exploded in a cloud of dust from the force of the explosion. "Dame ummies an yous damed toys." He growled as he leaned down and pick up both the gators that had been in hiding. He threw the first one at Zadruch and was about to throw the other when the other human yelled some none sense about the signs again. "Oh sud up!" He bellowed as he threw the second croc towards Jack it mouth wide and waiting to snap closed. Meanwhile the leeches continued there squirming moist charge.
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"No," Beruka stated with disscontempt as she heard the door open. Completely ignoring the two aliens and man with gun, she dashed to the door to try and give haste. Wrex, who had no idea if this kid was going to hold up the deal, put his head forward and charged at the woman with the intent of head butting her, but found himself instead clashing with her wyvern, who snarled violently and slammed him with her tail, sending him falling a few feet away on his back. The krogan growled, using a short arm to bring himself back up. Beruka used this time to open the door, and when it did open, she found herself face to face with Starflight.
"Go after the demon," Starflight commanded quickly, "we will handle the prisoners, and their Resistance friend." Beruka nodded before running around him and down to track Sebastian, her wyvern following with a loud snarl.
Starflight was afraid. His skin was tough, and he had an advantage with his size, not to mention talons, teeth, and fire, but these prisoners were no joke. And two of them had guns. He was glad dragon facial cues were practically non-existent, especially to a human -- or alien, he guessed. The NightWing's chance probably lied with how quickly Cole would catch up -- and if Rorke was coming. He could keep these three busy, no doubt, but he was never the fighter out of his siblings.
"I guess nothing I say could sway you, but what I do, I do for the good of this world's people," Starflight stated, his gaze drifting from Logan to the vents to Garrus. Wrex was pissed off, like he's stuck in a war he wasn't a part of. He had no loyalty to anyone in this room -- he was ready to go back to Utopia and never having to see these lousy pyjaks ever again. He's slayed beasts one hundred times larger than this dragon singlehandedly, and if this was all that stood between him and freedom... he was ready for that warm Singapore weather.
"Go to hell," was Garrus' only comment on the matter.

"Shit!" Zadruch seethed as he dove out of the way of the flying gator, face and robes getting soaked in murky swamp water before he hit rather thick roots from a tree, which momentarily disoriented him. What brought him back to alertness was the thrashing of the oncoming alligator, which had landed and was headed straight at him. It opened its jaws wide for his arm, which the awoken had to quickly roll out of the way to avoid losing. Recovering, he tried to consider his next move closely, but before he could think the alligator was already prepared for its next attack. It leapt at him before he had time to even stand. Zadruch grabbed his sword for its next strike, which he went for one of the alligator's back legs. He didn't want to kill it, he knew deep down.
 
Sebastian Michaelis
At Taskforce base

Sebastian reached the door to the outside, many more corpses were left in his wake, prices of silverware sticking out of vital places. Some who had been armored had their helmets crushed in. Leaving bloody spatters on the inside of their visors. And others still, appeared to have died of bullet wounds.

He was much crueler than he behaved. And until that Krogun stepped outside the door he had open, he was not an ally to these people. Though, really the only reason so many died at his hand were because they insisted on shooting at him. Had they left him be, he'd have left them be.

He learned that guns were much better quality here. Letting loose more bullets at a faster rate. It was impressive. But not as impressive as their panic when he merely took a minute to cough up the bullets and give them back.

Now, he stood at the door waiting. Not leaving, but remaining still as a statue off to the side. He rose a brow when he finally saw someone catch up to him. Not the Krogun, or the other mysterious duo that came from the vents. But the one tasked with keeping order and her reptilian pet.

He bowed, "hello, there." He greeted calmly. His clothes were a mess. Splattered with blood and covered in bullet holes. He could fix it easily, but figured he probably made for a rather disarming appearance. He retained a polite smile, "I do hope you brought that Krogun with you?" He didn't seemed phased by her being there at all. His eyes glowing faintly, bloodlust pulsing in his veins. He would not be hard to coax into a fight. "Allow me to ask… do you think your pet or toys will affect me? Or do you intend to waste your energy?" His tone was arrogant. It was natural, for him. She was little more to him than how humans viewed their cattle. Food, nothing more, nothing less. And he was not frightened of potential prey.

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Activation Wand
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Location: Taskforce Detention Facility
Interactions: Gabriel Rorke ( Stricken Steel Stricken Steel ) Starflight ( gwenpool gwenpool )

Mentions: Logan Walker, Garrus, Wrex, Beruka

Thankfully Rorke seemed relatively unharmed. Cole breathed a sigh of relief. He may not have agreed with Rorke methods most of the time but that didn't mean he wanted to see the man as another casualty. Rorke quickly got to see his feet and looked over the cell. It appeared that had an attempted breakout in progress.

With the alarms blaring, Cole did as he was instructed by Starflight and raced towards the detention cells to provide backup for Beruka. Though he had a head start, Starflight quickly left him in the dust with his superior speed. As he reached the cells, Cole could hear Starflight attempting to reason with the detainees but he had met with little success. It looked like they would have to do things the hard way.

RC's [Red Crawl] he could blow to hell and back but he had to take it easy on these guys... all while trying to stay alive. Reason 999 out of ten thousand why he never wanted to become Captain Action in the first place. Cole pulled his raygun from its holster and his lightning sword from its sheath and readied himself for a fight.

 
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Dag stood beside Quartz now, looking up at the one he brought. "State your business here," he demanded. His voice was slightly muffed by the collar of his jacket that came up just under his blue, bug-like eyes.

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Dag stood beside Quartz now, looking up at the one he brought. "State your business here," he demanded. His voice was slightly muffed by the collar of his jacket that came up just under his blue, bug-like eyes.

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As pyramid lifted his head to see the leader he grabbed his knife pulling it out the ground as he grunted loudly, you could see on his back that he had corpses on his back it would seem like he was carrying them with him like they were trophy’s of some sort. He would wipe the blood off his gigantic weapon.
 
Dag worked up enough courage to step forward and approach the man. Using his pak legs, Dag stood at the same height as the other. "What do you want?" He demanded this time.

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Dag worked up enough courage to step forward and approach the man. Using his pak legs, Dag stood at the same height as the other. "What do you want?" He demanded this time.

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As the man had enough courage to even walk to the executioner, he would stab the ground and it draw a line, a trench would cut i me I out of it with great losing red as barbwire came out the line as the corpse would shake and mumble but thier moths were closed shut.
 
Quartz the Wayseer

It seems that Dag hasn’t gone off to get the backup he requested... hmm, he doesn’t mind... perhaps Dag is afraid of leaving him alone with this.... ‘thing’. Well, hopefully things would go down peacefully... but his rage would rise even more internally at the sight of this ‘monstrosity’ and the corpses it brings around with it... as well as wiping off the blood of its blade like it was a mere hunt. This thing shouldn’t be allowed to live.... it’s a murderer, a monster, an abomination... but as of now, he was in command due to current resistance leader behind bars as of now... and some of the members already going to break him out.... but still... he wouldn’t even let this thing near the base, no less let it join. But keeping up his calm demeanor and appearance, he merely responded after saying

“Ahem.... excuse me for my lack of manners.... but if you have arrived to join the Resistance.... sadly, with your.... ‘appearance’ and what you have done in the public eye out for the world to see... bringing you into the Resistance would only make us seem more like ‘Terrorists’ and would slow down our progress of trying to end things peacefully... so excuse me for my rudeness, but I don’t think an individual like you would have a chance of joining. But if you have another purpose arriving here.... perhaps you could tell us more?”

The robed man responded to the triangle helmeted individual... but seeing seeing what to the man did next only proved his fears even more. This thing is an abomination.... even more as barbwire wire created and the corpse were created.... but Quartz merely stood steadfast, preparing to engage the possible threat if it showed any signs of aggression and began any hostile actions towards them.

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Quartz the Wayseer

It seems that Dag hasn’t gone off to get the backup he requested... hmm, he doesn’t mind... perhaps Dag is afraid of leaving him alone with this.... ‘thing’. Well, hopefully things would go down peacefully... but his rage would rise even more internally at the sight of this ‘monstrosity’ and the corpses it brings around with it... as well as wiping off the blood of its blade like it was a mere hunt. This thing shouldn’t be allowed to live.... it’s a murderer, a monster, an abomination... but as of now, he was in command due to current resistance leader behind bars as of now... and some of the members already going to break him out.... but still... he wouldn’t even let this thing near the base, no less let it join. But keeping up his calm demeanor and appearance, he merely responded after saying

“Ahem.... excuse me for my lack of manners.... but if you have arrived to join the Resistance.... sadly, with your.... ‘appearance’ and what you have done in the public eye out for the world to see... bringing you into the Resistance would only make us seem more like ‘Terrorists’ and would slow down our progress of trying to end things peacefully... so excuse me for my rudeness, but I don’t think an individual like you would have a chance of joining. But if you have another purpose arriving here.... perhaps you could tell us more?”

The robed man responded to the triangle helmeted individual... but seeing seeing what to the man did next only proved his fears even more. This thing is an abomination.... even more as barbwire wire created and the corpse were created.... but Quartz merely stood steadfast, preparing to engage the possible threat if it showed any signs of aggression and began any hostile actions towards them.

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As the executioner saw the man talking to him, he would stab the ground and would cross his arms. He grunted more as he spoke,”I’m here to join your so called resistance the people who you are fighting are hunting me down and I know where thier location of operation is......” He could clearly rip the door open and enter the base with ease.
He would put his arm and place his hand on his knife firmly gripping it before anything bad happens to them.
 
The wendigo
As the 50ft monster was on a ship it would have multiple torture devices on it, the task force had tricked the wendigo thinking they were friendly they captured him and tortured the poor being. They forced it to attack the city showing no mercy, it would have a metal helmet on it that protects him and tortured it.THey would drop the being in the city, as it tried to fight back the pain but couldn’t, it would roar alerting everyone as civilians screamed and pled for safety, it would knock down a building as electric zapped the wendigo making it have pain as it roared from anger and pain.
 

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