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Post by The Spy on Jan 27, 2009 23:58:42 GMT
I walk up to the press conference table, a long mahogany table with too many chairs for me to count and I take a seat at the top.
My advisers and Department heads sitting close by.
I raise my hand and my translators say it is now allowed to ask questions.
"Mr. Nostrovia, We have been wondering what in the world happened to San Pedro?" The first one asks.
I respond:"A tragic natural gas explosion, killing hundreds of people in the market district, including a children daycare center near the town square." I say, feigning grief.
Another one asks me:"We also heard that you yourself are going to lend close to 10Million Kards as a relief fund for the people there, why is that?" The female one asks.
"Well Madam, Unlike you I am immortal, I cannot die, I have however understood death as to the best of my abilities, which is why when a disaster such as this happens I know for a fact that humans need as much help as they can get to survive and get by in times like this." I say, getting a tissue and clenching it in my hand.
I look up at everyone and the entire room goes silent.
"I have learned however...That the cause of the explosion was none other than a Earth manipulating Architect was terrorizing the town, how such enlightened beings such as ourselves would even think of committing such a heinous crime of harassment and murder on a large scale is beyond even my knowledge..." I say, wiping a forced tear from my face.
The humans are shocked to see a tear fall from an architect's eye.
"Which is why on behalf of all Architects everywhere, I apologize and I will personally mourn all those that have died on that fateful afternoon for the rest of eternity." I say, sadness and dread albeit forced saturating my voice professionally.
"Please, only one last question ladies and gentlemen." My PR Head says to them.
One last reporter stands up.
"May we know what the Architect's name was? and why did he do this?" He asks me.
"I remember the name clearly, Aurum." I say, knowing instantly I just set the entire human population on a witch hunt for against something they cannot kill, but will try anyway or just insult and berate him everywhere he goes, or...cower at his feet which is indeed a bad reputation to have.
"And as I said before, I have no idea why he would do this, but how he did it, my science team has told me that he manipulated the earth so severely in the town square that he ruptured a Methane gas line and ignited it." I say, shocked gasps from everyone hitting my ears.
My PR Head says that is all for today and they all start leaving.
I turn to my PR Head.
"Make sure this gets on every channel in the world, on all magazines, on every website, every radio station and newspaper." I say, smiling at him.
"Understood sir." He tells me.
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Post by Ty on Jan 28, 2009 1:31:42 GMT
The story of San Pedro spread like wildfire. In no time, the media's version of events were on the lips of people all across the planet. Anti-Architect sentiments were on the rise worldwide, but nowhere more than in the southwestern coastal city of Mercer.
On the news, a local anchorwoman broke yet another new story.
As news of the day's tragic events spread, so do feelings of resentment for these beings known as Architects. However, in the city of Mercer, these feelings are nothing new.
A picture appeared onscreen showing an elderly balding man with white stubble on his chin.
Jeffrey Cain, a retiree living in the suburbs, has long held the belief that Architects, in his own words, "are the root of all evil in this world." Cain himself is founder of a small, radical militant group known as the Human Liberation Front. But despite their strong stance, the group has previously been unable to do any more than protest. Although they have caused a great deal of distress to Leira, a water Architect living offshore of Mercer, they have always been unable to cause any real harm to the Architects they oppose.
That is, until now.
The screen switched to a video of Jeffrey Cain, speaking to a crowd of his followers.
"My brothers and sisters, we all know that the so-called Architects are not of our world. They are outsiders, who bring nothing but pain and suffering everywhere they roam. But they are not gods! They are not our creators! And most importantly, they are not immortal!
"Now, because these creatures are not of this world, nothing in this world can hurt them. But they are not eternal. They were created, and they can be killed! Earlier today, we were saddened by the knowledge that countless innocent people, men, women and children, were killed by one of these barbaric things. But now, as we mourn the loss of our fellow men and women, those beasts will cringe at the death of one of their own! The death, of the one called Leira!"
After this heated speech, Cain revealed shocking footage taken just an hour earlier. Due to the graphic nature of the video, we cannot show it here, but the video shows three men from Cain's organization assaulting the Architect Leira. The three men somehow dragged her up the beach, and one man stabbed the Architect several times with an unidentified weapon, while the other two held her down. Incredibly, Leira seemed completely unable to stop her attackers. After the brutal attack, the Architect laid still, apparently bleeding from multiple stab wounds.
After the attack, the Architect's body was tossed into a dumpster. Authorities managed to retrieve the body and a formal autopsy was performed. The coroner confirmed Cain's claims: Leira is dead, and shows no signs of recovery.
When we tried to question him after the rally, Cain declined to comment, saying simply, "The era of false gods is at an end; now the kingdom of mankind begins."
April O'Neil, Eyewitness News.
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Post by Kan on Jan 28, 2009 2:35:42 GMT
OOC: I am assumming that me and Aurum are still walking to San Pedro.
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A while had passed with Aurum and Marks, long enough for the news to have spread.
"So, we can't die?" I ask Aurum while I walk beside him, him having informed me of my, condition. Before he can answer though I begin to feel nauseous. Coincidentally the Water architect would be drawing her final breaths when the feeling comes over Marks.
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Post by Ty on Jan 28, 2009 3:15:01 GMT
"Yeah, pretty much. I mean, it's different for some of us. The ones like you, your body can be destroyed, but you just kind of pop back up later. The ones like me... well, it's a little different."
Aurum stopped as the same sickening feeling washed over him. He closed his eyes a second.
"You felt that? Yeah, the same thing happened a little while ago, but it's worse now. I don't know what it means yet, but I'm betting it's not good."
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Post by The Spy on Jan 28, 2009 10:13:09 GMT
OOC: I dunno what happened I wrote a loooooooooooooooong ass post and it either got deleted or I forgot to submit it when I did it but if it happens again, Imma be one pissed guy.
I turn the T.V off and I look at a reflection of me in the full body mirror nearby.
I walk over to a Decorated pedestal and I input a code and it opens, revealing two 3 and a half foot long blades with a pistol grip as it's handle.
The metal can amplify my gravitational energy and refine it to a extremely precise ray of piercing gravitational burst.
The metal itself weighs 2 tons, more than any human can carry and enough to give Architects a hard time to carry, but weight means nothing to someone who can control gravity, the weapon itself is not a pistol, it doesn't fire rounds.
It's sharpened to an acid edge, and is unbreakable due to the fact it's been compacted from many different kinds of metal and minerals from across Evemada.
Underneath the point of the blade is a small hole no wider than a cigarette which the gravity shots come out of.
I pick them up as if they're nothing and I place them behind my back, easily fitting into the jacket's specialized sheaths but still kept near weightless with my powers.
"Might aswell take protection with me from now on." I say as I move to the window of my apartment.
"I know damned well that that Aurum fellow is going to be looking for me for this." I say as I step begin to teleport into the night sky.
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Post by Scorpio on Jan 28, 2009 21:48:57 GMT
ooc: Hey Ty, if you object to me using a second character now I'll remove this. Just looking for approval
Name: Noxious Gender: Male Landing Point: during an industrial mining accident Elements: Smoke Death: Respawn
A hedonistic type, turns up to have fun at mortal expense, then hibernates when he feels he needs to wait for mortals to advance and give him more opportunity for fun. Able to transform into a cloud of choking smog and smoke, similar to carbon monoxide.
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Post by Ty on Jan 28, 2009 23:52:53 GMT
OOC: No objection here.
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Post by The Spy on Jan 29, 2009 13:27:40 GMT
OOC: Wanted to test out Cervantes fighting style, hope it works out well.
I reappear at Mercer city in the Red Light District and people are shocked and angered to see me.
"You have alot of nerve being here Architect!" One of the vagrants says to me.
"And you have alot of nerve talking to me like that human." I retort, walking towards a very elegant looking hotel.
As I walk, several of the humans stare at me and talk amongst themselves.
"Listen, it's extremely unwise to even think of attacking me, I am by no means a weak water Architect like Leira, I can and will kill you if you attack me, am I clear?" I say to them.
A large group of over 20 instantly start yelling at me and tell me very nasty things and start to pick up things around and surround me.
"Alright then, your funeral." I say, pulling out Sunslinger and Moonswallow(My sword's names)
"En Guard." I say, taking a defensive stance while levitating.
Two of them charge at me and I quickly warp on top of one and I send a gravity surge right below me, crushing him.
Then I spin around with my leg extended and I knock the other one to the floor and then I stab him in the back while he's still down, then I use my powers to levitate him off the ground then shoot him three times and drop him, dead.
"Impudent fools, don't even think about continuing this pointless assault on a God." I say, putting Moonswallow away and only using Sunslinger.
"There's more of us than you Architect!" One of then says to me.
I stab Sunslinger into the asphalt and I lean on it.
"Yeah, but I'm still going to end you all for assaulting me." I say, grinning and then draw Sunslinger out of the ground and Moonswallow and dashing towards 3 of them, I slide kick one in the foot and I use the momentum to swing Moonswallow at the other one and then I twist my hand holding Sunslinger behind my back and I fire it at the face of the third one.
The one I kicked is still clutching his foot and then I crouch down and throw him up in the air, using my gravitational powers to send both swords to go up with him and slice him up and then both swords impale him at the apex of the throw and bring him back down, in which I pull both swords out of his lacerated body.
"Come on, I know there's an experienced fighter among you." I say, taking a Buccaneer's fighting stance with one sword extended infront of me and the other above my head.
5 charge at me, one swinging a iron rebar, and I duck underneath it, stab him with Sunslinger, then I fire it blowing him back into another one.
3 still come after me and I teleport up, slam down on one with both blades and then I spin in place with swords extended, killing the other two.
The one who got the body thrown on him gets up and nearly hits me with a bat and then I quickly parry it and then trip him over, grab him with my powers then slam him into a wall.
"Enough with this foolish charade." I retort, teleporting into the remaining group of 10 of them.
They all charge me, I jump on top of the Steel bar that one swings and he looks shocked to see me stand on top of a bar like that and not weigh a thing, I then lop off his head so quick that his body stays up like that for a good 4 seconds then I kick his head into the face of another one, shocked and disgusted at the same time.
4 of them rush towards me and I place both my swords on the ground and I place my hands infront of me, and they instantly stop as if there is an invisible wall infront of them.
I then create a gravitational box that slowly crushes them into a compact meat cube, no bigger than a small T.V.
I then pick up my swords and beckon the remaining five to attack me.
The remaining five manage to surround me but I quickly sweep kick one and while getting up from the kick I impale him right in the throat, then I fling him over my shoulder, hitting the human behind me.
I then use my powers to fling Sunslinger at one of them, crushing him instantly and I use Moonswallow to eviserate one that managed to get within 2 feet of me.
The one who is still up and ready to attack me was less fortunate aswell, I extend my hand and I levitate him off the ground, then I slam him back into the pavement, but I don't stop there, I slowly crush him into the ground untill I hear nothing but a wet pop of his skull cracking open.
The one who was pinned by the body manages to get him off and he actually discards his weapons and comes at me with bare fists, brave for a human, albeit very muscular one.
I place my swords in my jacket sheaths and I take a capoeria stance even though I'm still levitating.
He swings, misses then he swings again, this time connecting with my leg, I buckle under the pain but then I quickly regain my composure and I uppercut him, sending him back in pain and then I quickly dash forward and I jump on his back and I levitate both of us in the air, and then I proceed to "rotate" his head several times in the air and then let him fall on the floor.
"Idiots." I say, quickly dissipating into the dark and back into my offices.
"I now know that being in Mercer is a VERY bad idea..." I say to myself as I place both of my legs on my desk and recline on my chair.
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Post by Khallos on Jan 29, 2009 14:48:42 GMT
Name: Kha'los (because I'm unoriginal) Gender: Male Landing Point: Central Amafrikan Jungle Elements: Biology/Life Death: KO
Description: Kha'los' appearance is very changeable: his current size, muscle tone and even skin and hair colour are influenced by his 'power level', just like his actual abilities. His eyes, however, are unchanging - completely white, with no pupils.
Unusually for a KO type Architect, Kha'los' body can suffer injury. It does, however, regenerate almost as fast as a blink of the eye, but this causes energy to be consumed. In order to keep his energy up Kha'los in turn has to consume living beings, which causes him to grow in stature. If he runs out of energy Kha'los falls into a slumber, wounds regenerating at a much slower rate until he can regain more energy.
Kha'los' ability is a particularly dangerous one: he's able to manipulate living matter, splicing creatures together into new beasts and tearing them apart again with minimal effort. While he can create new life, it takes months if not more, so he usually prefers to just meld existing biomatter together for a quick-but-crude monster. Whats more, Kha'los only commands the loyalty of plants and creatures HE created, and so cannot force humans to act against their will. Though he's usually more focused on destroying them anyway.
His crash landing on the planet occurred centuries ago, back in the time of myths and legends. The indigenous people of the Amafrika revered him as a god but he was more closely associated with death than life. Kha'los was renowned for rampaging through the jungles and Savannah, cursing entire villages to take on the form of beasts and demanding sacrifice from major settlements. While he reportedly could be convinced to fight for kings in return for vast tribute, his usefulness was outweighed by his psychotic tendencies and the legends claim that he was smote down and imprisoned within the mountains by the king of gods, Zupiter. The Amafrikan civilizations eventually fell, and Kha'los is now only known by the most studious of archaeologists and anthropologists. However, the Albionic Museum has dispatched a research team to his last remaining temple in the Coruvian Mountains....
OOC: Wow, wordy. Hope thats ok, Ty, he's kind of.. well... bending the rules a little.
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Post by Ty on Jan 29, 2009 21:44:11 GMT
OOC: You're in, Khallos.
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News of Yamino's visit to Mercer started circulating, only serving to embolden the HLF. The leader Jeffrey Cain made another public statement.
"You see? These Architects care nothing for human life. They are content to treat us like insects, crushing us underfoot or burning us with a magnifying glass for their amusement. We must be strong, brothers and sisters. Times of change are often violent. The Architects will kill more of us as they come to realize their time is at an end. But we must not give in. Remember, deep down inside, they fear us, because they know we have the one power they can never have; the power to end their unnatural lives for good!"
Finally agreeing to an interview, Cain revealed that the group had been able to kill Leira with the help of a rare ore that was found at the site where she had landed many decades ago. The ore is believed to originate from some other planet, as it's element does not occur in nature, or at least not on Evemada.
This ore, dubbed Tecturium by Cain, has unique properties that cause an Architect's powers to dissipate. If they are exposed to it long enough, Architects become mortal and can be killed as easily as normal humans, if not more easily.
The HLF is apparently in the process of collecting more of this ore, fashioning it into weapons, such as the dagger used to kill Leira, and arming their troops for battle. If a fated war between man and Architects was not in the making before, Cain certainly seems prepared to start one now.
April O'Neil, Eyewitness News.
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"Ah, finally!" Aurum declared. "See those little buildings there? That's the edge of San Pedro. My home away from home. Hopefully someone there will know what's going on."
Aurum and his new friend Marks, or his new 'brother' as he seemed to be keen on calling him, would arrive in San Pedro in a matter of minutes. Despite the various events that Aurum was unaware of, he was confident he'd be welcomed in town.
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Post by Kan on Jan 31, 2009 0:28:19 GMT
I stop and look down at the ground, a solemn look on my face, "I don't think we're gonna find anyone there Aurum, before I died saw teams of people killing everything that moved." I feel bad that I have to say this, I have come to like Aurum.
I look back up at him to see his reaction.
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Post by Khallos on Jan 31, 2009 17:42:23 GMT
Meanwhile, in the depths of the Amafrican jungle the archaeologists from the Albionic museum had been able to find their way deep into the inner recesses of an ancient Dromesburgian temple. It had taken YEARS to find, and months to move the research equipment in. The temple had been partially buried in a series of rock slides but, amazingly, once they'd unearthed it they'd found it to be almost completely unscathed. And, emblazoned on the temple walls, were the symbols and pictogram depicting Kha'los, the ancient god of death...
"Ya sure you don't want me to get the explosives?" One researcher asked, watching the workers trying to force the enormous stone over the portal to the inner sanctum open. "Of course not! We want to study this, not blow it to smithereens! Besides." He sniffed. "This material is... fascinating. Nothing we do to it even chips it, except banging it together, and its hard enough to find loose parts..." Meanwhile, one of the apprentices had gone a-wondering, examining one end of the rock while the workers struggled with the others. He'd noticed an odd symbol, which hadn't appeared elsewhere in the temple - he'd know, he'd had to record them ALL - and, what's more, it appeared to be on some kind of button.
The temple shook. the workers jumped back as the rock started rolling aside under its own power, revealing an 8 foot by 8 foot opening. The archaeologists spun round, to see the apprentice now standing in front of the now open portal, blinking in surprise. "How did you...?" The first one said, before being interrupted by the other. "What can you see? What's in there?!"
The apprentice had just about enough time to let off a blood-curdling scream, before his head was impaled by a twisted, black tendril...
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Post by Ty on Feb 1, 2009 5:16:21 GMT
"You s-..." Aurum stopped himself. For a little while, he'd almost forgotten about the sad reality of the situation. He tried not to get too emotional this time.
"Yeah, I guess..." He clenched and unclenched his fist. "Look, there could still be survivors. Let's not write them off yet, okay? Come on."
As they approached the edge of town, Aurum (and probably Sparks, too) sensed a faint new power surge, as if some long-sleeping Architect had just reawakened. For the time being, he decided not to worry about it. The world was full of Architects; there would be time to meet them all later. At least, that's what he thought about it.
Aurum turned to Marks. "Let's split up for a minute, okay? We can cover more ground that way. Holler if you find anyone." He turned and started off toward the nearest building, a simple wooden house.
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Post by Kan on Feb 1, 2009 5:55:42 GMT
OOC: His name is Marks, though sparks does fit him more. IC:
I do as Aurum says and start looking around. I search through the various buildings, stepping over bodies and fallen possessions.
I make it a few buildings into the town before gunfire erupts towards me. I dive behind a car and breath heavy. "Ok, no more being scared" I say to myself before jumping over the car. I see a squad of sweepers in front of me and I charge at them, "No more!" I shout before kicking into a higher speed. I charge my hands with my energy and fire bolts of electricity at the men.
"Fry you b*st*rds!" I shout as I keep firing into the squad, their death screams finally ending.
OOC: I needed to use me powers.
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Post by Ty on Feb 1, 2009 7:47:52 GMT
OOC: Sorry about the name. Brain fart, I guess. Anyway, I fixed it.
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Hearing Marks' and the gunmens' yells, Aurum turned back and ran toward the sound. He was ready to fight, but was pleasantly surprised to see Marks had things well in hand.
"Damn. I didn't see that coming. I didn't think these guys would still be kicking around. But way to handle yourself, brother. No injuries on you?"
Aurum looked around. If gunners were still around, it meant there must be someone left to shoot. Some innocent people were still alive somewhere.
"Hey, if you see any more shady characters with guns, try and keep one alive, alright? I'd like to have a chat about their employer..."
OOC: Gotta go for tonight. I'll add more to this later.
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Post by The Spy on Feb 1, 2009 16:02:44 GMT
OOC: Whoa whoa whoa there partner, If I was able to schedule and attend a press conference and able to travel to Mercer and kill twenty odd people in the time you took to traverse the desert back to San Pedro, wouldn't it take the better half of the afternoon for you to get there?
Besides, I'm not an idiot, I wouldn't send my clean up squads without flash suppressors. >.>
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Post by Ty on Feb 2, 2009 6:59:50 GMT
OOC: Whoa whoa whoa there partner, If I was able to schedule and attend a press conference and able to travel to Mercer and kill twenty odd people in the time you took to traverse the desert back to San Pedro, wouldn't it take the better half of the afternoon for you to get there? Besides, I'm not an idiot, I wouldn't send my clean up squads without flash suppressors. >.> OOC: 1) The better part of an afternoon seems about right to me. Remember, we're assuming Aurum was unconscious for a couple hours beforehand. 2) Understood. I changed my last post.
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Post by Khallos on Feb 2, 2009 23:21:57 GMT
"P.. Please! I'll do whatever you want! I'll tell you anything! Just.. PLEASE! Don't kill me!" Professor Wayton, the leader of expedition, was clutching at the enormous hand that was clamped around his throat, the fingers on it blackened and twisted, claws erupting from the tip.
The hand belonged to a 7 foot tall, tanned, muscular man, shoulder length blonde hair and grizzled beard hiding most of his face. He was naked, save for ornate iron shackles around his ankles and one on his free hand - all chainless now. The barbarian was flanked on all sides by enormous creatures, twisted and blackened like his arm, and no two alike. One looked like a massive, hunched gorilla, with bony swords in lieu of arms. Another was on all fours, the size of a dog, but its bones and skulls long since twisted out of all proportions. Another as just a monstrous amalgamation of body parts, several individual beings fused together. Clearly Kha'los was not bothering to build streamlined creatures at this point. Or even ones that could survive the night.
"You.. you need me! I KNOW things! I.. I.. I've memorized every treatise on ancient Amarfikan religions in the Albionic Library! I planned this entire expedition! I'll tell you it all! Just please don't kiiiil meeeee!" The professor sobbed out, and the barbarian holding him leant in closer. Even amongst these monsters, right now, he was the worst.. those eyes, completely white and haunting, as if they could see right down into your soul. "You will tell me everything." It breathed. "Yes! Everyth..." The professor managed to get out.. before his spine was snapped in twain and his body was forcibly sucked right into the barbarian's palm
Those pupiless eyes fluttered. They closed. A moment later, they reopened. "We go north."
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Post by Ty on Feb 3, 2009 0:14:28 GMT
Back in his home in Mercer, Jeffrey Cain was still hard at work planning the HLF's next move. He was in mid-sentence when he suddenly shuddered and dropped to his knees. One of his closest aides, a young guy with close-cut black hair, rushed to his side.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I-I'm fine..." Cain said, slowly rising to his feet. "It was nothing. I just... had a very bad feeling just now."
"This has been happening a lot lately. Are you sick? Maybe we should call a doctor-"
"I told you, I'm fine. I... I just need some rest, that's all."
"Sure, I understand. Let me help you to your room."
"No, that's alright. I'll be fine on my own. You stay here with the others and finish our preparations for tomorrow."
"Okay. I hope you feel better, Mr. Cain."
"I do too, son."
Cain nodded to the young man and the others in the room, then turned and started up the stairs. He climbed slowly up the creaky wooden steps, then shuffled across the floor into his bedroom. He closed the door behind him, then slowly sank onto his bed.
"Kha'los is back... Oh, I'd hoped we wouldn't have to deal with him, too..."
Cain turned to look at the houseplant standing in the corner. He stretched his arm out and gently touched one of its leaves. The plant withered and turned black almost instantly. Cain sighed.
"There will be a lot of blood shed before this war is over..."
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Name: Cain Gender: Male Landing Point: an ancient cemetery over 2000 years ago. Elements: Life/Death Death Type: KO
Cain's powers give him control over life and death. With a simple touch, he can heal the sick, revive the recently deceased, or cause the premature death of any living organism, including other Architects. Over many centuries, he has been both a messiah and a grim reaper. He changed his appearance to help history forget his existence, then tried to become an ordinary human, or at least emulate one.
Over time, he watched the other Architects arrive and begin shaping the course of human history. With each passing year, guilt about his existence grew, until finally he made the decision to start the HLF and liberate mankind from the plague he himself felt responsible for.
The story about Tecturium was made up to hide his true identity. In fact, the ore is ordinary metal that has been infused with Cain's power. He can also infuse mundane objects with the power to heal, but has not done so in a long time.
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Post by Kan on Feb 3, 2009 4:12:48 GMT
OOC: DUH DUH DUH!!!!!!
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"Alright Aurum, I think I went over board though, I shouldn't have killed them" I say guiltily, having been overzealous in my actions.
Suddenly a small cry can be heard, a small child. I point in the direction of the sound, "Aurum!"
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Post by Ty on Feb 3, 2009 4:39:30 GMT
"I'm on it."
Aurum turned toward the sound. He took a shortcut between two adjacent buildings. Across the street, he saw another gunner running toward a pile of debris where another building used to be.
Aurum knelt down and placed his hand on the ground. The sand trembled and swelled, then rushed forward as if a subterranean creature were burrowing through it. The moving earth rumbled toward the gunner, who turned at the sound. He stared in confusion at the earth. Before he could react, the earth dipped suddenly under the gunner's feet, then exploded upward. Four huge slabs of rock erupted out of the ground, surrounding and trapping the him in a crude stone cage.
"Time out for you, slick," Aurum said, walking calmly toward the cage. He examined the pile of debris, trying to catch sight of the child who had yelled out. Judging by the gunner's behavior, he guessed the little survivor must have crawled into the mess to hide.
"Hello? Anybody in there? It's okay, you can come out now."
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Post by Kan on Feb 3, 2009 4:45:42 GMT
The small child slowly crawls out, he couldn't be more that 7 or 8 years old. "Mr. Aurum?" He says weepishly.
Marks, having been outran by Aurum makes it to the area as the child crawls out, only to see the man inside the cage pull a sidearm from his hip holster. Marks sends a small bolt out and knocks the pistol out of the man's hand. "Sleepy time" Marks says before sending a low shock at the man, effectively within the wattage range of a stun gun.
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Post by Ty on Feb 3, 2009 5:10:07 GMT
"Thanks for the support, brother." Aurum smiled turned back to the kid. "You okay, half-pint? That guy didn't hurt you, did he?" The child shook his head. "Alright, listen, do you know where anybody else is? There must be some other people still in town, right?"
The child looked unsure, and still more than a little shaken up by the whole ordeal. Aurum knelt down and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Okay, don't worry about it. Hey, I'm sure we'll find them." He stood up and looked back toward Marks again. "If there are any more survivors, they're probably trying to stick together for safety, right? At least for a while. So, what's a place that could hold a lot of people?"
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Post by Kan on Feb 3, 2009 5:14:41 GMT
I shake my head, "Maybe some kinda basement I would think, I don't know where someone would hide in a town like this, I'm from a big metroplex remember?".
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Post by Ty on Feb 4, 2009 7:12:33 GMT
"A basement... that's a good thought. Or maybe some kind of storage place." Aurum scratched his head. "Wait, now that I think of it, there was this big chain supermarket that just went up a few weeks ago on the other side of town. It was pretty far from the center of the blast, too, so it's probably not damaged much. Come on, let's check it out."
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Cain went back downstairs a little while later. A couple of his followers were there to greet him.
"Have travel plans been made?"
"Yes, sir," one of them said. "We've managed to get ten tickets for the next flight to Alvarez. They'll arrive early tomorrow morning. From there, it's just a short drive to San Pedro."
"Good, good. That's perfect. Now, did you decide which nine people will joining me?"
The two younger men looked at each other, and the second one stepped forward.
"Actually, sir, we were hoping we could talk you out of going. This could be very dangerous. Think what could happen to the movement if you were hurt-"
"I know perfectly well how dangerous Aurum is," Cain interrupted. "We've all seen what he is capable of. That's why it's critical that we don't make any mistakes. I'm going along to make sure things work out just how we planned. Besides, these men will need someone there to give new orders in case circumstances change. Who better to lead them than the man they signed up to follow in the first place?"
"I understand, sir. I was just worried..."
Cain nodded understandingly. "It's okay. I'll be careful, but even if something happens to me, I trust you all to carry forward without me."
This was a blatant lie, of course. While he did trust his men, he knew all too well that he would likely outlive them all by a long shot. If everything went as he hoped, he would be the last living Architect on Evemada, but would be the only one to know about it.
Of course, to truly rid the world of his kind, and to maintain the illusion of his humanity, Cain knew he'd have to die as well. Once the war was over, he'd stick around a little while to make sure mankind was carrying on without, and then sacrifice himself, or die of old age as far as the public eye was concerned.
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 4, 2009 14:29:55 GMT
Drago found the secluded cabin hidden among the mountains, it had been stripped of possessions long ago, but the dug out cellar remained. A single wooden box in the middle of the floor with a wine bottle on top of it.
"Hmm, I was expecting you'd do a better job of hiding."
He picked up the bottle and popped the cork. A black cloud flowed out and formed into a bearded man wearing a 19th century style suit, a flintlock pistol hanging from his belt.
"Okay. Well now that your out Noxious, I think you'd be wanting to look at this." Drago checked his pockets, pulling out a san pedro tour guide booklet and handed it over. Noxious flicked through it.
"Hmm.....dissapointing, the architecture is nice. But where are the statues, and tributes warning the humans of my eventual return, like the mighty sword of damocles hanging over them."
Drago shrugged. "You've been gone a long time, there have been new architects since then....anyway. I wanted to talk to you about something. A depowering force of some kind that affects architects."
Noxious thought this over in case he'd left one of his old plots brewing during hibernation.
"Hmm, nothing to do with me, I wouldn't risk losing my own power, nor using a force that could be used against me."
"Okay well, sorry to wake you. If you'd like to...."
"Hold! What's this?" Noxius pointed out a picture of a sports car he'd found in the background of the guide book pictures. "Truly this is the chariot of kings these days?"
"Well, I guess anyone can have one for a price. They're not exactly exclusive though, so bed time again?"
Noxious had pocketed the book and turned into his cloud form, seeping through the cracks in the roof and vacating the house, deciding to see what fun he could have in the changed world.
"Well." Drago sighed. "That's going to be awkward to explain."
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Kan
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Post by Kan on Feb 11, 2009 6:40:03 GMT
OOC:
So..............anyone still about here?
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Post by Ty on Feb 11, 2009 7:51:47 GMT
OOC: Wondering that myself. Hey, I've been bedridden all week. What's everyone else's excuse?
Anyway, I'll probably post something shortly. If no one beats me to it, we'll be jumping ahead to the next morning, so if you want to do anything else "today", post soon.
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Oct-taku
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Post by Oct-taku on Feb 11, 2009 12:19:41 GMT
After the blast, Shakes obviously had to reform. The nearest body of water? An oasis out in the desert.
As the Architect rose the water, cold and sputtering....
Well, he wasn't happy.
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Khallos
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Post by Khallos on Feb 11, 2009 21:37:31 GMT
OOC: Not quite sure what to post. When a couple of you guys get together I might turn up with my little army and ruin everyone's fun.. Other than that, I dunno. I could post moving up towards you guys, I guess...
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