Khallos
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Post by Khallos on Nov 3, 2006 9:23:14 GMT
OOC: ignored again.. hehe, just like old times *sigh.* anyway, im postin'.
IC: Deep beneath maltons streets, where the bullets and even the zombies had as yet failed to penetrate, all was the same. the steam filled sewers of the city were still unchanged from the zombie outbreak.
allmost.
flushed down there earlier by some twist of fate, the Ex-Doctor Khallos was lurching a long his stinky domain, followed by a parade of rats he thought were cute but were secretly trying to eat him.he turned a corner and gave a happy groan, taking a deep breath. ahh. smell that fresh air.
however, something new disturbed him. well, not technicallynew, but khallos wasnt the sharpest crayon in the box and quite frankly hadnt been paying attention for the past, ohh... 3 years, give or take? it was a deep rumbling noise, occasionally punctuated by the splutter of a car exaust.
he grinned, tilting his head slightly to try and work out where it was comming from, and quickly shuffled along the pipes towards it, occasionally making childish "Vroom! Vrooooom!" noises, running along with his arms outstretched as if holding a steering wheel and making screeching noises at the corners.
what, you didnt think that killing someone would be permament in THIS city, did you?
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 3, 2006 11:46:43 GMT
We pass under a tunnel, the chopper crashes and blocks it off.
"You got a decent safehouse?"
elsewhere in the city...
One of the pods the chopper dropped cracked open. A blasphemy of science claws it's way out. It stands at 9 ft tall, adorned with implants and surgical scars, it's left arm has being replaced with a claw of steel sporting a built in rifle. It's eypieces flashed green.
Scanners online..... S.M.A.R.T (Special Military Adaptive Reflex Technology) armour online..... Weapon mods Charged..... Performance enhancer injection system functional.....
Project C.O.I was active.
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Post by grigori on Nov 3, 2006 21:41:22 GMT
"I know a spot near here that used to be pretty safe... I used to stay there during the early outbreaks. It's fairly well hidden, so I don't see why it wouldn't still be." Grigori swerved around a corner past an over-turned deuce-and-a-half. After a few minutes of driving they reached an old 5 story apartment building on a small street.
"Watch your step, I hear the tenants here are... a bit aggressive."
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 3, 2006 21:52:53 GMT
I bring the anti tank rifle with me, with all the spare ammo.
"If they have anything that can stand this they deserve to kill us."
I follow Grigori into the building. The ceilings are kind of low.
"So...you the guy who shot at me earlier?"
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Post by grigori on Nov 3, 2006 22:11:14 GMT
"Heh heh heh... to answer that question, I need an answer to one of my own." Grigori stopped. "Were you the one who killed those people at that warehouse?"
"Graaaaagh!"
Grigori shot the unwelcome visitor and turned.
"Well then?"
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 3, 2006 22:18:57 GMT
"Not all of them, they were necrotech scientists, or at least a splinter group. They were collecting bodies and reviving them, arming them. They were making an army."
Another zed runs out, I grab it by the head and start squeezing.
"Way I see it, I did the world a favour. Those guys are starting something bigger than Malton."
I drop the zombie. My GPS starts beeping. I take a look, a large blip is heading towards the building, too big and fast to be a zombie.
"and speaking of something bigger. We have company."
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Post by pieisgood on Nov 3, 2006 22:38:00 GMT
The doors bent to Uded's whim with a creaking, wrenching sound, not dissimilar to a freakish mutant child of fingernails on a chalkboard. He leapt into the shaft and dug a hand into the wall. Wait for the elevator? Bah! He refused to let anything stall his hunt. Digging hand after hand into the wall, he pulled himself upwards. But he was not a climbing being.
Uded looked for any method to speed his ascent. His gaze fell on the pulley system used to haul the elevator up and down. Perfect. Latching onto the rope, he began to pull himself towards the prey with increasing speed.
"Run run run, as fast as you can. I'll eat you up like a ginger bread man..."
Uded needed to write these down. He could make a book!
***
It had required Derik to 'borrow' a civilian car, but he was now at the building. It seemed that whatever was stirring the populace had reached here already, the building had several holes and a section was burning. It didn't matter. Derik could access the NecroNet from the lower floors.
He darted in and used the stairs to reach the third floor. It was possible that there may have been a terminal on ground level, but Derik didn't have time to check. Typing in the password, he closely examined the blips. Two held the 'ERROR' message.
Derik opened the first. It was simply a revived citizen, slowly waking to the world of the living. He opened the second. All bio readings were abnormal. Derik had never seen statistics of this level. It could only mean...
He minimized the data and identified the blip. Oh god. It was in the building! Stan was in the building, and he was infected! This was not good. If there were any civilians inside...
Derik flipped the class covering and depressed the small red button. Immediately a siren blared, and red lights began to flash. The calm, automated voice directed all humans in the building.
"Attention, attention please. There is a general emergency in progress. Please locate the nearest ground level exit and use it immediately. The building will be locking down shortly to prevent outbreak of any NecroTech chemicals. Please remain calm, and locate the nearest exit."
Derik could not remember the exact time until building lockdown, but it would b plenty of time for him to find Stan. Derik lifted a syringe at took a long look at it. Would all the time in the world be enough to bring Stan back?
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Khallos
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Post by Khallos on Nov 3, 2006 23:55:03 GMT
Khallos managed to follow the soundtrail of the van allthe way to the final destination, or at least allmost all the way. he had stumbled aroudn the sewers for a bit after that, getting completley lost, but eventually he got his bearings.
he bagan the acent up the old sewer lader, smaking his head on the grating at the top. "... they can survive this then they deserve to kill us..." hmm.. speech. actual speech. heh, he hadnt heard that in a LONG time... not scince the voices stopped infact. he lifted the grate carefully, watching the two humies walk into the building, talking in an allmost laid back manner. odd... but then again, who was Khallos to judge?
pulling himself up, he climbed out of the manhole and lurched over to the van, ignoreing the gunshots from inside the building. he kicked the tyres. he tweaked the wingmirrors. eventually he took a bite out of the paintwork. hehehe... nice car. nice car indeed. he hugged the bonnet and then tried the door, climbing into the passenger seat. it didnt matter if it was locked - Khallos was stronger than he looked, and even he wouldnt have noticed him ripping the lock from the door.
OOC: im off for tonite... if anyone wants to use the van, act like Khallos is out of sight ^^ and dont worry, he wont bite
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Post by grigori on Nov 4, 2006 0:21:09 GMT
"Alright, for all we know that thing could be a tank. If you want to stay here and fight it, stay here. But I have a way out of here, and if you so wish, you may follow me." Grigori headed down the hall towards the basement door. "And yes, it was me who shot at you." Grig heard a ripping sound from outside. "We'd better hurry. The dead are getting restless."
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 4, 2006 0:30:17 GMT
"Fine, I'll go with you. Didn't feel like dying anyway"
I check my GPS again.
"Uh bad news, that thing isn't showing up anymore."
As if on cue, the C.O.I crashes through the wall, it grabs onto me and continues running, throwing me through another two walls. Lucky they were hollow. It stands bellowing for me to make a move.
"You must be new in town. When you get to hell, tell em Vince sent ya"
I charge the creature slamming him full force in the chest, he returns the favour with a steel fist into my back. He tries to aim the rifle on his arm, I grab the barrel and his elbow and force him to blast out his own knee. I work me way behind him and pull his arms back, giving full exposure of his head and face.
"What's goin on there? Shoot him!"
ooc: off for tonight grig. carry on.
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Post by cleon on Nov 4, 2006 1:22:57 GMT
OOC: Well, sorry if Jax and I are "ignoring your guys' posts," but this is just something between me and her.
I abandon my monstrous body and finally revert back into my human form to comfort Jax by letting her see my true face once again.
"Yes...just like I promised you, Jax..." I speak softly with a warm smile. Greatly relieved that my wife is alright, I look deep into her eyes and kiss Jaxcell long and sweet on the lips, as if its a final farewell. "I'm taking you and Cliff far away from this forsaken city." I explain while picking up the sleeping Cliff, then tearing off my ripped shirt, spreading my now feathery wings, and flying us to the quaratine barricades on the edge of Malton.
"How you doin'?" I ask Jax as the setting sun masks our faces in a peaceful orange.
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Post by grigori on Nov 4, 2006 1:43:52 GMT
He raised his rifle.
"Although they call me crazy, I care not, for thou art my helper, my strength, and my savior." Crack! Chk-chk. Crack! Chk-chk "Thy will be done oh light of lights, I bless the glory of thy greatness through the day and through the darkness of this night" Crack! Chk-chk. Crack! Chk-chk "I pray do never turn away thy light, give heed to me, and spring thy traps upon mine enemies, when I cry out to thee!" Crack! Chk-chk. Crack! Chk-chk "For it was said, they had become like these peculiar demons which dwell in matter, but in whom no light may be found." Crack! Chk-chk. Crack! Chk-Chk
Click
"Damn..."
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Post by pieisgood on Nov 4, 2006 3:14:53 GMT
((Cleon: Understood. My character will still be chasing yours, but I'll entertain myself until either A) Yer dead (of your own volition, of course) or B) Yer outta Malton ))
There was the sound of a large blast and Uded could see stray bits of himself splattered onto the wall of the shaft. Miserable whelp! He pushed off from the wall at great speed, just missing the lucky security officer. The young woman clutched her shotgun proffesionally and glared at the hulking figure that was Uded.
"You insufferable maggot! I should rend your corpse into pieces a thousandfold!"
She said nothing, simply took aim twice more and fired two more shells. Uded's head was blown off his neck. She gave a smug smile, and began to move...
Before she could scream, it was over. Uded's body held the head in his hands, placing it on his neck. Several small strands waved greedily, latching to the nerves and windpipe of the guard's severed part. The head came to life, and it's eyes scoured the room with cold precision. It focused on the head belonging to Uded. He approached it, lifted it, and replaced his new head with the favored, older model.
What could he say? Uded was simply a sucker for the classics. As damages proceeded to repair, he lifted the head of his enemy and placed it back on the body. "I must say, that is impecable aim you had. It would be a shame for it to go to waste..." He licked his finger and chewed the nail to a point. Reaching down, Uded made an incision in her head. "Remember who your master is. It is Uded, and you shall answer to his call."
Dropping the corpse and letting the virus do it's work, Uded proceeded towards his prey.
***
Another desk crashed through the wall. His prey had fled! Oh... he would cut this one. What justice it would be to beat them to death with one of their internal organs!
"Beast, you have little idea of whom you antagonize... your death shall not be swift."
He broke throiugh the roof to the top of the building. Roaring to the sky, he made a leap to the small building next to the NecroTech lab. As the air rushed past his face, two scents joined the other. They were similar, yet not identical. Family...
A small twinge at the back of Uded's brain. What was it? Nothing. Weakness, that is it. Uded would eliminate it in time. A family simply served as an entree and dessert to Uded.
Family...
All humans screamed as the massive creature crashed through the roof, and vanished back into the sky as quickly as it had come.
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Khallos
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Post by Khallos on Nov 4, 2006 10:49:59 GMT
OOC: just a quick post so i can rant ;D
Cleon, as Admins, shouldnt you and jaxel be reading everyones posts anyway? also, take a little time to read peoples post anyway? i mean, i understand that no-one else is really interacting with you except for pie, so its pretty much irrelevant, but at least skim through em. its a good storyline and hey, this isnt realtime, so you got plenty of time, allthough you and jax seem to smash you way through 2 pages of posting everu day anyway. people have taken time and worked hard on the RP, at least take the time to read em. or at the very least read the OOC tags, theyre often qeries that need asnwering. like my 3 "OOC: you guys mind if i join in?" questions which you lot promptly ignored.
anyway, thats me done, i might post again later if i can think of something to do ^^
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 4, 2006 11:45:20 GMT
ooc: Hey relax up there, Jax and Cleon have worked on that storyline for a long time. Let them get on with it. The world don't revolve around Khallos.
ic: Grigori blasts several holes in the things head. It starts slowing down. One more shot silences it.
"Nice shot. Now here's my little tribute to disarmament."
I twist the things arms behind it's back, meeting them at the elbow, I twist further, bone snaps on one side and machine strains on the other. Eventually both arms rip from the sockets. I drop the flesh arm and hold the gun claw.
"I think somebodys' being toying around with your demons padre, this is some fine work, seemless integration of machine and human, seems a waste to destroy"
I drop the arm and grab my anti tank rifle, Grigori aims his rifle.
"But that doesn't stop us"
We plug the machine beast a few more times.
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Khallos
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Post by Khallos on Nov 4, 2006 15:36:28 GMT
OOC: i know. like i said, still waking up.>< but at least answering OOC questions like "can i join" would be nice...
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Post by cleon on Nov 4, 2006 20:32:51 GMT
OOC: Khallos, what're you talking about? Jax and me aren't admins. And a note to everyone: Me and her are finally ending a vintage classic for old times sake. Our Interactive Story is drawing to a close, so please leave us to our business.
EDIT: And just so everyone knows-- I have a short attention span (and if I remember correct, so does Jax). So if we overlook your posts: too bad.
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Post by pieisgood on Nov 4, 2006 23:07:00 GMT
((Does this mean you will be leaving the Story permanently, or just your characters? The possibility of fading into nothingness increases with your dissapearance.))
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Post by grigori on Nov 4, 2006 23:15:11 GMT
"Alright, let's move." Grigori headed down into the basement. "There's a bomb shelter down here with access to the old subways. We can get out through there." He opened a large metal trapdoor and climbed down a ladder into the shelter. He turned when he heard a sound outside.
"I'd bet that's helicopters. Grab a flashlight, it's gonna be dark down there." He grabbed a flashlight and reloaded, then opened another large metal door leading down into a dark shaft with a ladder sinking into the darkness.
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 4, 2006 23:48:57 GMT
I sling my rifle over my back and grab a flashlight.
"After that thing, I believe choppers are the least of our worries"
I climb the ladder after Grigori.
"So Padre, you got a smoke?"
Meanwhile.....
The body of the C.O.I gave out an ominous beeping.
Unit Lost....Armour combat data broadcasting.
Several other drones across the city each stop to pick up the signal. Already they learn from the death of their own.
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Post by cleon on Nov 5, 2006 7:08:51 GMT
((Does this mean you will be leaving the Story permanently, or just your characters? The possibility of fading into nothingness increases with your dissapearance.)) OOC: Dunno. Maybe Jax and me could start over, but be enemies instead of lovers this time. *shrugs* Or not. Whatever Jax decides, I'll role with it.
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Post by Khallos on Nov 5, 2006 11:24:38 GMT
OOC: sorry bout that cleon. and i swear you were an admin at some point *shrugs* anyway, sorry to bitch like that >< and it will be a shame to see you go...
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Post by cleon on Nov 6, 2006 7:47:48 GMT
OOC: Me and Jax were veteran mods, but then Anti snapped and handed PB over on a silver platter to a Dessens, and we all got demoded.
And its not like I'm leaving the board. Just ending Jax and mine's IS story. All good things have to come to an end sometime. And hey, best to end it before it gets old and stale.
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Post by Khallos on Nov 6, 2006 19:23:24 GMT
OOC: hehe, agreed. it will be good to see the new chars you get.
IC: Khallos now turned his attentions to the back of the van, climbing bakc there and having a good rummage in the supplied back there, doing his usual zombie thing and taste testing each item. hey, its not as if it could kill him... hed worked his way through 12 boxes of rations (hed liked those) , a few bars of soap, one syringe (not revifying, thank god) and half a box of .9mm ammo, allthough hed stopped eating those after a while... too crunchy.
picking up a nearby rifle, hed turn it over in his hands, poking at certain part curiously... and then acidentally set it off, sending bullets flying through the side of the van and even more so when he dropped it, lurching backwards quickly and tumbling over the seats. "Boomstick!"
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Nov 8, 2006 8:56:40 GMT
I look up at my husband then down below as we pass by the Finige mountains. "Thank you...for saving me..." I say as I drop out of his hands and I quickly levitate myself and move alongside my husband.
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Post by cleon on Nov 9, 2006 0:14:15 GMT
*At the Malton army blockades*
An army general and his staff plan their strategies on a large map. "General Aaron, some sort of monster just flew over the barricades!" a young soldier yells breathlessly as he runs into the tent. "What?! What are you talking about?" exclaims the General in disbelief. The soldier explains about Cleon, Jaxcell, and Cliff. "They were last seen flying towards the Finige Mountains." "We CAN'T allow the infection to leave the quarantine. Send every available fighter jet. Whatever the hell they are, destroy them!"
*Meanwhile*
"I'll always be there for you, Jax..." I then realize how little relevance that will hold in 38 minutes.
Should I tell her...? I think to myself.
OOC: Sorry Jax, I'm trying to keep my posts as short as possible, but its pretty damn hard.
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Post by pieisgood on Nov 9, 2006 1:44:42 GMT
Uded landed with a monolithic crash at the base of the barricades. Walls? What walls could stop him? Grinning, he dug a claw into the wall and began to climb. Progress was slow, but he gradually learned the subtle nuances of what is, upon closer inspection, a surprisingly delicate procedure.
He finally reached the top of the wall and mounted it triumphantly. "A wall cannot bar me!" He bellowed, "An army shall not stay my hand! I am the UnDead Evol-"
Uded stopped as he noticed what was on the other side of the barricades. Endless heads swiveled in his direction.
"That thing talk?"
"I dunno."
There was a brief pause.
"Let's shoot it."
"Yeah!"
Uded stared, still in a level of shock as a hail of bullets rained down upon him, slowly tipping him backwards. At some point, some marine with an unhealthy need to use explosives pulled a trigger to let loose a small ballistic explosive in his direction.
Uded landed with a resounding thud. He stood as every organ and fiber began to knit back together, every bone reconnecting. Hm... this presented a new problem. That mongrel beast could rot in hell compared to an army barring Uded from... what? What were they protecting.
Uded looked to the barricade and pointed, tracing it's sideways movement. In the vast distance he could see a turn... but it turned inwards, not what Uded expected. The same was true for the other direction, though he could barely make it out. It seemed they were not barring Uded from entry but rather... from exit. This whole city was caged off.
Uded lifted a chunk of cement and began to crush it in fury. He did not enjoy the prospect of being caged like... like... an animal! He would show these insignificant worms! But how? Even Uded could not charge through such a force... he did not know why. It was certainly not the weaponry. Uded could not be killed by such trifles.
The scrawny, glass eyed scientists were the soldiers that frightened him. Why? He could easily tear one of those pathetic weaklings in two. Yet he would tear a thousand metal girders before going near one. Why?
Bah... that was not the point. He needed a way to pass them, but how? An army. He needed an army. But where could Uded find such a mighty force? They would need to be unquestioning, highly resistant to pain, durable, and prefferably dim in the head...
"Mrh?"
Uded turned to the insolent underling that had interrupted his proccess of though. Grabbing them by the ankle, he smashed them once into the ground with a sickening SPLORCH-like sound. It lay there, moaning.
"Ggg...aaa...AAA! Aaaaa..."
...
Of course.
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Nov 9, 2006 7:19:00 GMT
"Tell me what...?" I say reading his thoughts as I hear a rumbling noise.
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Post by cleon on Nov 9, 2006 7:27:43 GMT
"Well...back at the NT building...I met these two scientists..." I say somberly. "And, they showed me the only way to save you and Cliff...so they--"
I get cut off as I hear what sounds like a cruise missile speeding straight for us. I turn around and see an entire armada of over 30 British VSTOL fighter jets.
"Watch out!" I yell to Jax while mentally pushing her away from the path of the missile.
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Nov 9, 2006 7:35:24 GMT
"Oh shit!" I yell as I grab the missle telekneticly and fling it back at the jet. "Cleon keep moving!" I yell as I grab a jet and punch the cockpit and pull the pilot out and snap his neck.
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