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Post by dragonmoon on Oct 17, 2005 21:39:32 GMT -5
(Yeah, it's the same as far as the intro goes. I'm lazy. The difference - this one is private. Lookie at the OOC for info.) After years of pollution, all life on Earth was either forced underground or died. Running low on all life support supplies, humanity gathered together what they could and in a desparate attempt to stay alive, fled the planet in a single, great ship.
After crashlanding on an eerily Earth-like planet, the remaining population stayed together for survival. But, and humans are, they refused to give up the tech they had.
Over the years, the population spread, building new and greater cities. Brilliant minds duplicated and improved the technology brought from Earth, makeing high tech life-support and super-food - and weapons as well. And humanity, too busy with themselves, overlooked everything else.
Hidden away, there were other things. From Earth, things had hidden on the ship, mutations and ancient life forms. On the new planet, other things had lived for ages, and now watched. Things humanity had thought only to be in storybooks.
How wrong they were.
Some of humanity has realized they aren't alone. But most won't believe that things are creeping in...********************************************** Typing buisily away on her laptop, Myst didn't bother much to look around the cafe she sat in. She didn't even bother with the itch that had developed on her scalp from the wig she wore until she finished her paragraph. Even then, she didn't really pay attention to her hand moving to rub the spot as she read back through what she'd just typed.
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Post by god on Oct 17, 2005 22:29:45 GMT -5
A man stood behind a small patch of trees just across from the cafe. His deep purple eyes flashed with anger towards the humans. They had killed countless of his bretheren without even caring or realizing it. A small breeze picked the Iccaari's long blode hair up and waved it a bit to his left. His right hand was steadily hovering above the hilt of the Obsidian Scimitar at his side. It was sheathed in a wrap of clothe and leather. It made for excelent stealth capabilities. Beside that, a obsidian tanto was hung loosely by the sheath chain. The sun was dead from all the clouds. The sky was grayer than the metal slabs that made the city before him. His muscles tightened as a man walked by. The man didn't notice the Iccaari which was good. Humans were afraid of things they did not understand. His purple eyes darted from one corner of the street to the next. Soon no one was in sight. Time to make a move. He stepped out into the open and lifted his arms and held them to the grey clouded sky. Just then, two great white wings appeared behind the Iccaari and he lifted himself off the ground. At this time, he unsheathed the obsidian scimitar. His left hand lifted back behind him and grasped the Naginata. The translucent, curved end on the spear pole made it look odd. He started his descent, and the doom of many human lives.
As he landed, the obsidian naginata pierced the roof of the cafe. Not even a second afterwards, the thrust the naginata through the roof as if throwing a spear. It spiraled in and punctured a man's chest, sending him sprawling on the floor in a pool of blood. With that, a swift motion could be seen through the tiny hole in the roof, as the Iccaari thrust his tanto in the same way. It spiraled down, catching a male human in the neck. Then, a sudden shriek. Like metal being ripped apart. From nowhere, the Iccaari appeared in the cafe. twirling the obsidian scimitar in his right hand. He cut down the rest of the humans, male and female, in swift movements. All that was left, was that strange girl that he felt was no human. He approached her without a sound.
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Post by Saturn on Oct 18, 2005 14:50:46 GMT -5
Derek was on the ground holding his arm where he had been slashed. He had no idea what had just happened, but he knew that if he hadn't have fell to the ground when his head started throbbing, he would have been killed along with all the other poor soles in the cafe.
He had known pain before, but never pain like this. It felt like his arm was on fire, but there were no flames. He didn't understand it. What was worse, he didn't understand what he was seeing. A man with wings was walking around the cafe, towards a woman.
He had been sitting in a corner booth alone eating a sandwich when the this guy came through the roof. His arm ached, but before he knew what had happened, he was on his feet pulling out both his guns. The pain in his arm felt like it was a mile away compared to the pain in his head, but that he could ignore. What he couldn't ignore was that this winged assailant had killed all these people in cold blood. However, something stayed his hand form pulling the triggers, there was something more to this situation than meets the eye...
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Post by god on Oct 18, 2005 16:07:25 GMT -5
The Iccaari stopped in the middle of a graceful stride. He extened his left hand and grasped the long pole of the Naginata. He twisted the odd spear and pulled it out of the human's chest. Blood stained the transulcent orange blade. A smirk spread across his face. A sound, behind him. Sounds like, movement. The Iccaari slowly turned around to face the male human. At least this one had spirit. The twirling of the Obsidian scimitar began once again. It flashed in great orange archs, making beautiful patterns of art in the air. The naginata in his left hand twisted to show the broad side of the obsidian blade. The Iccaari now began to saunter towards the male human. In a magical and musical voice, the Iccaari spoke.
Your guns may kill my bretheren. But they will not kill me!
Before the second was up, the Iccaari lunged forward with the naginata. The dull side of the blade making a slash at the man's ribs. Then, in one swift movement, he spun the Naginata so that the shaft of the odd spear crashed down on the man's left shoulder. The Iccaari's deep purple eyes never left the man's own eyes. Disgust ran through the Iccaari's thoughts at the sight of the human. The twirling of the Obsidian scimitar stopped as the Naginata returned to the position it had been in, broad side of the blade facing the human. Then, a glowing orange arch in the air. Blood was flying through the air as well. The Iccaari had slashed at the human with the scimitar.
You destroyed our lands and took the lives of my family! For that, you will pay!
The Iccaari's voice now had a hint of coldness and some sort of hissing sound instead of the magical tone.
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Post by Jess on Oct 18, 2005 16:21:31 GMT -5
Arachna jumped out in front of the man, using her own telepathic powers to stop the Scimatar from crashing into her. Staring into the Iccaari's eyes she shook her head in disgust. Without moving her lips she spoke, her words echoing silently through the air of the blood-soaked cafe.
"Calm yourself Iccaari...your acting just like the humans did when they slaughtered us..."
The frail girl turned around and looked at the 'human' for a moment, probing him with her senses and telekinetic powers. She smiled maniacally at what she sensed. Turning back, her voice once again echoed silently throughout the blood-soaked air of the cafe.
"Stay your blade Iccaari...this one...he is...different...from the others..."
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Post by god on Oct 18, 2005 16:35:24 GMT -5
The Iccaari's face hardened and his deep purple eyes glowed in anger and hate. He loosened his grip on the obsidian scimitar and the obsidian naginata. He clenched his white teeth together behind his pale lips. The Ave and the Iccaari were allies. The two races suffered the same way. The Iccaari turned his head to his left. His glowing purple eyes searched the dead bodies that now lay in pools of warm red blood. Strangely, not a drop of blood had touched the Iccaari. The blades in his hands were dripping with blood but not a drop stained his great white feathers or the white leather armor he wore. He looked back at the Ave girl. She was weak, but strong. Weak physically but strong in telepathy and psion. The Iccaari folded his wings behind him and closed his glowing eyes. He opened his mouth and the magical and musical voice once again found it's way through all the hate and anger he felt.
Stay my blade, I shall. Thought, I stop only for the alliance between our people. And the respect we have for the Ave.
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Post by dragonmoon on Oct 18, 2005 21:29:57 GMT -5
Myst had instinctively fled to a corner the moment she had senced danger, and for a few terrified moments had been unable to actually figure out what she was seeing. It hadn't been until that man turned away that her mind started back up, telling her to drop and blend. Remaining as still as see could she changed her body's coloration to match her surroundings - blood splatters and all, though some was already on her.
Frozen in place, she could comprehend things again. Not everyone was dead. The man - wings? - who had slain those who were dead though, he was talking to an odd woman. It seemed that a second man had just been spared... if found, would she be so lucky? No point is risking it.
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Post by Jess on Oct 18, 2005 21:36:02 GMT -5
"I don't like eaves droppers..."
Arachna said, looking right were Myst hid and smiling insanely, tilting her head to the side. She slowly and creepily turned her head back to face the Iccaari, moving her head back upright and returning her lips to their normal grin.
"Do you like eavesdroppers Iccaari? I don't...because I can hear their thoughts and not know were they are...specially sneaky people who are like chamaeleons..."
Using her telepathic powers she did her best to form a shield around were the eavesdropper was.
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Post by dragonmoon on Oct 18, 2005 21:47:00 GMT -5
Myst's eyes widened, though not particularly visibly, as the conversation turn to her.
No. It was coincidence. It had to be. Stay still... stay still... She knew though that they wouldn't go away. They knew. They knew and Myst was going to die. She wasn't simply choosing not to move now, she was physically unable to do anything.
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Post by Jess on Oct 18, 2005 21:49:49 GMT -5
Arachna sighed, waving a hand toward Myst and smiling to the girl. She did her best, reaching out with the tendrils of her mind, to comfort the girl but found it nearly impossible. Looking at her Iccaari friend she scowled.
"Drop your weapons please...your scaring the little one..."
She said simply, motioning toward Myst's hiding place. Arachna had hoped the human would do the same, but just in case she kept a hold on him, ready to knock the weapons from his grip, hopefully, if he made any threatening movments.
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Post by god on Oct 18, 2005 21:50:00 GMT -5
The Iccaari followed the Ave's gaze to a dark corner. Blood stained the wall but there was dimension there. He turned his head back to the Ave. He began to hum a melody. It was soft and somewhat sweet. He looked back over to the corner and smirked. He could now see the chamaeleon girl's body, huddled in the corner. He stopped humming, now loosing sight of the girl. He turned back to the man and the Ave.
No Ave, I don't like eaves droppers. You don't need to shield her. I shall kill no human out of hate and anger while I'm being watched by an allie.
The last of the blood dripped of the blades he held in his hands. He sheathed the Obsidian Scimitar in it's sheath at his side and the Naginata on his back. The Iccaari turned to face the man who had been killed with the tanto. He swiftly walked over to it, and in one quick movement, pulled it out of the man's neck and sheathed it in his left greave. He sauntered back over to the Ave and the man. He didn't stop however. The Iccaari kept walking until he reached the corner. He reached out with his right hand to her. His voice once again filled the room with a magical and musical tone.
You have nothing to fear from us chamaeleon girl. Do not hide in the shadows, for there are more dangerous things than us that lurk there.
His statement was true. Creatures of shadow swarmed outside the city's armed walls. Even more within the sewage pipes and abandoned buildings. They got in the same way the Iccaari got in, a hole in the south side of the wall. From there, it was easy to walked around because no one really liked to walk these days.
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Post by Soulcatcher on Oct 19, 2005 16:01:54 GMT -5
Around the far corner of the cafe, a lone, dark figure listens on, out of sight, not making a sound.
(((OOC: I'll wait to make my appearance)))
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Post by Saturn on Oct 19, 2005 16:21:11 GMT -5
Derek was getting even more confused, his life had been spared by a woman that he could not tell where she had come from nor did he understand what she meant when she said "this one is not like the others". He couldn't even tell what the two people in front of him were talking about until the winged one said "chameleon girl".
Derek had put his guns back under his coat when he was asked by the woman, but fell to one knee from the pain in his arm that had returned and the new pain in his ribs and shoulder. It was a miracle he had not been knocked unconscious if not killed from such blows. However, he figured that the man didn't want to kill him to quickly at that moment.
'She said Icaari...is that his name?' Derek thought. His mind was flooding with questions that he couldn't tell which were which at the moment and to top it off, his head felt like it was going to split open. He felt as if there was someone or something else there.
'WHAT IS GOING ON!!!' he screamed in his mind.....
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Post by Jess on Oct 19, 2005 17:57:55 GMT -5
Arachna winced, "Stop screaming..." her voice echoed within the confines of Derek's mind. "I'm blind...not deaf...speak like a civilized sentient being...and no, his name is not Iccaari...thats what he IS...or did you not know human?" She 'said', turning about to face him, crouching down to eye level and placing her soft gloved hand on his wounded arm.
She smiled maniacally, trying to lighten the mood, but her insanity merely made her look scarily creepy.
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Post by dragonmoon on Oct 19, 2005 21:18:08 GMT -5
Long as she'd been spending time in these human cities, Myst's body tensed as the man reached for her, suddenly reminding her of an animal backed into a corner. She didn't want to be like that though, and forced herself to remain still and say, "I'm aware enough of dangers. Why else would I try to hide?"
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