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Post by Luka on Nov 10, 2004 20:43:48 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Thought to be the work of the Devil because the architectural style of the large structure did not fit any known types of its day. Also a tomb to many great men in Roman history. A circular building of many rooms with numerous statues decorating the walls, like the one of Oculus, a deity of the sun whom lent his light to illuminate the building. Fighting is Allowed.[/glow]
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Post by Adrian on Jul 31, 2008 12:57:35 GMT -5
A figure waltzed through the Pantheon wearing amost nothing else but black. Only a pair of pants that matched his violet hair helped create some kind of contrast. Just like the kind brought on by how his hair conflicted slightly with his relatively alive looking skin. Trinkets covered his front, each one a relic that went back to his family but also granted unique powers that went beyond his own abilities. In fact there were bits of decoration all over his outfit, some of them being on fingers which currently held two threatening looking pistols.
Enchanted pistols as some came to find out, with magical glyphs carved into their barrels to grant them a power. One that some might consider a cheat code: Unilimited Ammunition. But that was no the end of their power. Aside from having two lasersights each, the pistols could combine to form a double-barreled shotgun. The firearm capable of firing rounds similar to an Elephant gun.
It figured someone with a Devil's heart would be drawn to a structure rumored to be built by the Devil himself. Or so the information he had peeked at led this Methuselah to believe as he strolled on inside the Pantheon. Perhaps he was just being set up by somene who planted information in those files kept on the RKO. It remained a possibility with how well he had been recieved by some over the past few days. Sure there were the nice bunch he held no big grudge against. . .but others had placed a chip on his shoulder.
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Post by Luka on Jul 31, 2008 22:09:49 GMT -5
The clear night sky allowed the heavy light of the full moon to cut through the darkness of the baths. Thick shadows clung to the areas behind pillars and deeper ends of the pools. The light that struck the surface of the pools slithered in disorienting patterns over the ceiling, making the walls and reliefs take on a illusionary life of their own.
Although the static sound of water lapping at it's makeshift banks echoed through the halls and generally made it hard to concentrate on any particular thing, no other obvious sounds of heels clicking or cloth rustling seemed to be present. It really did appear like no one else was around...unless they already knew that someone was searching for them...
The Methuselah's target was a Terran though, wasn't he? In that case, he shouldn't be that hard to find.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 31, 2008 22:36:35 GMT -5
After a few minutes of witnessing the sensory display that seemed almost manufactured to disorient him, the Methuselah closed his eyes. Sniffing the air for a few moments as he continued to walk, eyes closed led to a change in direction. He turned while bringing up both pistols & letting four lasersights herald the defeat of whoever would challenge him. But he already knew who his opponent was along with their general location.
"You're not that good."
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Post by Luka on Jul 31, 2008 23:44:14 GMT -5
"That's exactly what I told your mom..." a smooth voice cooed out from somewhere behind Tobias. "Of course, you know...I don't speak bat, so I couldn't understand her reply..."
Clothes rustled and the sound of hard boots clattered against the tile floor as Tobias' target made himself known. Although for a mere Terran, it was unclear exactly how he managed to get behind the Methuselah, but perhaps that's why Dietrich was such a high ranking member of the Rosenkreutz Orden.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 31, 2008 23:55:21 GMT -5
"Maybe if you did, Terran, you would know she was saying you couldn't satisfy a Cheerio."
Tobias replied with a biting edge, ready for such an insult after having read the file on this young man. He also knew that this voice from behind him could possibly be a fake. For this reason he walked away from it in a steady manner. Both pistols were still levelled at the same location, seeming almost stubborn in the determination to close in on where he thought the Marionettenspieler was hiding out.
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Post by Luka on Aug 1, 2008 1:30:15 GMT -5
"Oh, ouch." the Puppet Master crooned, "You almost made me cry..."
Stepping out from behind a pillar not too far away from where Tobias had his sights aimed, the young man let himself be seen. His eyes glittered in the dark, the wavering illuminations casting bright lines across his fine features.
"Wanna try again?"
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Post by Adrian on Aug 8, 2008 1:11:28 GMT -5
"They would only be crocodile tears anyway."
He replied before aiming toward where Dietrih appeared to be, firing his handguns without remorse. Running towad the target was just one more movement added to the mix of things. Everyone in the NRA would have enjoyed a moment such as this one. Mutual of Omaha could have fun if it ever got involved with all of the things involving any RKO members.
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Post by Luka on Aug 8, 2008 2:54:44 GMT -5
"Why don't you try to get some real tears out of me then, Mr. Stranger?"
In contrast to the Methuselah's swift pace the boy strolled forward casually, his gaze fixed straight ahead. He walked with purpose but without panic. He raised one hand amidst the hail of bullets, tugging down the edge of one glove over his wrist, making sure it was on snugly. With that little check off his list, Dietrich made his first move. It was a small wave of his hand at first before his fist was held in front of his body, his fingers snapping open a second later.
Like a flower composed of moonlit threads the filaments blossomed in front of the Puppetmaster, sections spreading open in a tight knit akin to a spider's web. They diffused the marbled light reflected by the shallow pools, shattering the faint illumination into a harsh, bright burst. Of course the much bright bursts caused by the bullets as they struck the webbing were an entirely different, far more intense matter. Needless to say any moles in the area weren't having a good time. Who could say what it would do to the eyes of a Methuselah?
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Post by Adrian on Aug 8, 2008 11:03:03 GMT -5
"I don't think you have any."
He replied while running just before the little filament laser light show Dietrich had ripped off from Pnk Flloyd went off. In a way that gave off the impression he could fly, Tobias' feet left the ground. Just how high did the filament web fence go? Eyes closed in what was either pain or anticipation of the trick did not see anything as the gunfire ceased. But who was to say he had saved himself from blindness? Needless to say he had shut himself off from the world visually until those eyes decided to open up again.
With the feat that came next, one would tink he had spent some years training blindfolded. A stream of gunfire came at the opposite side of Dietrich's web. Richochettes started flying all over the place in the general direction of the Marionettenspieler. Leather boots touched onto a Roman collumn, slowly sliding down the object. Though he could not see it, the manner in which he did it retained an amount of stylish flair. However it was not enough to match the level of a certain Insect which Dietrih had already fought against.
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Post by Luka on Aug 9, 2008 1:18:20 GMT -5
Just when Tobias' Style points moved from Awesome to Carazy was when the Marionettenspieler swept his hand back toward his body, pulling along the filament blossom. A section of it unraveled to form a new web as a section of it lashed out at the column, a thick cord of the material slamming into the stone. Another tendril lashed out at the Methuselah himself, the end of the cord unraveling as singular threads all sought out to grasp at him somehow.
"In that case, I'll have to find out if you have any."
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Post by Adrian on Aug 9, 2008 11:05:15 GMT -5
"You'll find none meant for you! A Methuselah will never shed a single tear for a Terran!"
At the sound of his column under attack, Tobias looped himself around the cylindrical object using his arm coupled with inhuman agility. Swinging himself up onto the top, feet surrounded by dark leather ran along the ancient structure toward Dietrich as it started to fall. Not that he cared about its fate, this entire structure was one built by the Terrans. Even if it was rumourd to have been created by the Devil.
This kid is a bit more difficult than I'd anticipated, no wonder the Terrans haven't been able to bring him in yet. But where they fail I shall succeed!
When the secondary Tendril came after him, it likely had to take in account the entire situation. Mainly that the Methuselah's footsteps had purposely sent the heavy object on a collision course with where Dietrich stood. Tobias may have been unable to see, but years of training would not go to waste. Not from the loss of one mere sense out of six. Or seven . . . possibly even eight. Who knew exactly how the Methuselah worked? Perhaps of all beings the Marionettenspieler might with his knowledge gained from the Auto-Jagars.
Using inhuman speed he dashed for the very edge of the Column, then leaped off in whatever direction his opponent was in at that time. Perhaps he was trying to tangle up filaments he could not see. Blindness would explain why he thought something like that was even possible at all with Dietrich.
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Post by Luka on Aug 9, 2008 20:35:13 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm not asking for your tears, vampire. The ones you shed in the end won't be for me..." The words left the boy's mouth casually, save for the blatant word of disrespect. The word that suggested the Methuselah were nothing more than glorified boogiemen. Children's fairytales fighting to be made flesh. Creatures not even worth a Terran's respect.
The rest of the blossom unraveled, drawing in toward Dietrich as the column continued it's collision course with his body, plunging the room into darkness once more as well. He didn't move as it's shadow overcame him and he was cut off from the Methuselah's view. Maybe the boy had been too slow to avoid it, his human fear freezing his limbs at the most unfortunate moment.
It was clear that wasn't the case though as the filament tendrils surged upward to cut silver arcs through the air, moonlight catching on the webbing as the column was sliced to pieces, the chunks violently pushed aside by the threads.
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Post by Adrian on Aug 10, 2008 13:26:41 GMT -5
"I am NOT THAT WORD!"
Tobias found himself stone-stepping blindly with a great amount of luck to avoid any stray filaments. However his senses along with abilities helped to make his own luck. When no piece of the Column remained between the two, the Methuselah levitated above his opponent in a way that showed he was no creature. Showing that Dietrich was beneath him in more than one way, especially the literal sense. Next he allowed himself to fall down from above into what was likely a living, writhing sea of deadly filament.
Why?
As he fell the two Pistols were combined magically into one weapon which caused a flash. His eyes still closed, it did not affect Tobias. But for the Marionettenspieler it would likely be a surprise worthy enough to use that blinding move against the one who had originally utilized it. Just a few shots would come then from the Glyph double-barrel shotgun. They had a wide enough shot that it would be difficult to avoid, not including how they were like th projectiles fired from Elephant guns.
Landing on the ground or at some point close to it another ability was activated in the fight against an over-powered Terran. From both shoulders, energy shields bearing one red cross each were projected outward to defend one half of his body. Combined together they served to protect him completely, even from those devilishly manipulative strings. Such a sight dealt quite a theological blow to the earlier insulting statements made by Dietrich.
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Post by Luka on Aug 10, 2008 21:12:33 GMT -5
Marionettenspieler laughed, raising a hand to his ear as if having trouble hearing Tobias' words. "What's that? You're not that way?" He grinned. "Could have fooled me." He would have liked to continue, but there was no time like now to GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY.
The filaments nearest Dietrich moved to swarm back to their Master, wrapping around his torso and other limbs, pulling him back swiftly and out of the range of the high powered blasts, the other tendrils gathering around the best they could to deflect what was left.
The ancient tile and marble that was underfoot shattered like glass, sending a fine misting of cloying dust into the air, cutting the boy off from view. Only one question remained now...WHAT WAS IN THE MIST?
A thick tendril lashed out at Tobias to answer that question. Another one soon joining it. They took turns striking at him from either his left or right, from the ceiling or the floor.
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