Warlock

Okay, that's IT. If this has to go on, take it to PMs. Now, A_F, I can see what James means. Your sign up simply doesn't seem to gel well with this specific RPG world. Being more or less descriptive has nothing to do with it. As a whole, it simply doesn't fit. I really can't think of any other way to describe it right now, but it doesn't fit. Several things, like the Cyber Shield, just don't seem to work in this sort of environment. Sorry. And, as I mentioned at the start, if you want to continue this, the least you can do is take it to PMs, and stop cluttering up the thread.

[sped together] Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry! [/sped together] ^_^;; And sorry if it?s slightly scrappy, but a) I haven?t done this since, well, forever and b) I?ve rewrote it thrice. ------------------------------------ [b]Name:[/b] Yang Tao [b]Callsign:[/b] Cannon [b]Age:[/b] 16 Years, Two Months, Seven Days [b]Appearance:[/b] Graceful, yet powerful, Yang is an interesting sight to behold. Standing at exactly six (6) foot, Yang could very well be considered handsome, even angelic. Always standing in a peaceful stance, even when in situations where such a footing might not seem appropriate, he doesn?t appear any more threatening then the next reploid. Short black hair adorns his head, and his eyes are pure white, looking rather magical. In normal situations, he wears a shirt and trousers, both blindingly white. [b]Personality:[/b] Ever heard of Yin and Yang? Well, Yang Tao is, as his name suggests, the personification of Yang. The polar opposite of his brother, Yang could be considered an angel in terms of personality. He is kind, caring, a true gentlemen, ect ? in the simplest terms, ?good?. He always speaks politely, even when in conversation with the worst of the worst. Not in any situation does he let anger overcome him, or even become apparent. His mind is a calm ocean, always clear, never cloudy. He is also incredibly intelligent, the brain of the Tao Twins. Not many things escape his watchful eye. It may interest you why such a peaceful being is skilled in combat, or even wishes to participate in it. In truth, he much prefers to avoid conflict, using diplomacy to set things straight. But he is one to realise such things only work to such an extent, and when all other options fail, is willing to use force to stop those with evil intents. While he respects and cares for his brother, he is constantly aware of Yin?s darker personality. While the larger Twin might still fight for the forces of good, he is but a step from changing sides, and Yang is ever constantly keeping his eye on his other half, keeping him from straying further from the path. [b]Biography:[/b] Cannon is a rather unique reploid, in that he was manufactured, instead of born. Created in tandem with his brother, Brawl, by Khan Labs, a Novus Concordia funded company, Cannon is one half of a prototype team, specifically designed for use by the Novus Concordia Defence Department. Basing their work on extensive designs given to the Novus Concordia government (by an individual or individuals who have never been named), Khan Labs scientists created the two Tao twins, giving them the ability to merge as one for short periods of time. Once activated, Yang underwent extensive tests, before he and Yin successfully activated their merger program in a monitored experiment. (Of note, of all the reploids created after Yin and Yang with the gestalt ability, none have survived the merging process). Following the extensive educational and physical training that came next, the pair was put into active service in the NCDD, working in the field. With the set up of Sygnosis X, the two were transferred into the special task force. [b]Affiliation:[/b] [I]Sygnosis X[/I] [b]Primary Weapon:[/b] [b] [u] Variable Rifle - [/u] [/B] A white, sleek, but rather large rifle, with one medium sized barrel and several smaller barrels. The VR can fire various gas, liquid, solid and energy projectiles, making it the weapon for most scenarios. [list] [*] [B] Plasma Option - [/b] The VR can fire off blasts of plasma, akin to that from busters. Quick bursts, charged blasts and unstable, explosive blobs. [*] [B] Fire Option - [/b] The VR is able to be used as a flamethrower of sorts, as well as fire off superheated gases and long-range flame blasts. [*] [B] Electric Option - [/b] Electricity is another firing alternative, from low voltage bolts, high voltage blasts to medium voltage scatter shots and continuous, if low voltage, beams. [*] [b] Ice Option - [/b] The VR can eject super cooled gases, which when used in the proper situations, can freeze objects, or parts of them, for varied periods of time. The gases can also be turned into a solid once leaving the gun, making them effective long-range shards. [*] [b] Sonic Option - [/b] Yes, sound waves are yet another alternative. While not as effective as other attacks, they can cause damage to aged circuits not protected against such things, as well as disorientate those listening. [*] [b] Gravity Option - [/b] Using the latest technology, pulses of gravitational forces may be fired, sending targets tumbling to the floor, and flying back slightly, depending on the power of the force. [*] [b] Explosive Projectile Option - [/b] While crude compared to the latest advances in weaponry, missiles and rockets are yet another option. Using a variety of propulsion systems, such as gravitational engines, they can be remotely controlled to home in on a target and explode, but due to its nature, can be knocked off course by various methods. [/list] The nature of the VR allows for additional weapon options to be installed and programmed into it. [b]Secondary Weapon:[/b] [b] [u] Triton-B Pistol - [/u] [/B] A simple looking pistol, the T-B, keeping in theme with the VR, has multiple modes of fire, but contains far less of them, as well as less power. [list] [*] [b] Plasma - [/b] With a plasma pack, the T-B can easily fire off low power bolts of energy. Like with the others, the pack can be detached from the handle and replaced. [*] [b] Triton-B - [/b] The Triton-B pack, which gave the pistol it?s name, allows the gun to fire off the sticky and acidic substance Triton-B. Contact with T-B, while far from fatal, can cause minor damage as it gnaws away at the substance. When affected by high or low temperatures, it can explode. [/list] [b]Defensive Capability:[/b] [list] [*] [b] Replication - [/b] Using powerful scanning technology, Cannon can copy weapon systems of unconscious or dead reploids, then construct and download a replication into his Variable Rifle. [/list] ------------------------------------ [b]Name:[/b] Yin Tao [b]Callsign:[/b] Brawl [b]Age:[/b] 16 Years, Two Months, Seven Days [b]Appearance:[/b] Towering, intimidating, deadly. At a height of twelve (12) foot, Yin is like your average, modern reploid, but twice the size. Very filled out, with practically every space inch of his body covered by bulging synthetic muscles, ?Brawl? is a very fearful sight to behold. His head, large enough to match his equally large form, is bald, though a plate of gold is always present upon the very top, attached to his head very tightly. His eyes are black orbs, miniature black holes in appearance, his mouth menacing when opened, baring his teeth. His fists are gigantic, actually slighter larger than they should be - well, when compared to his two-times-larger-than-normal body. His feet are equally gigantic, and as expressed before, his torso, arms and legs scream strength and power. In normal situations, he wears a sleeveless black shirt, about a size too small, making it appear as if one slight movement could tear it. Black trousers adorn his legs, though when compared to the shirt, they?re actually incredibly baggy. And lastly, a pair of white slippers, appearing metallic, rest upon his feet. Or something that appears similar to that, at least. [b]Personality:[/b] Ever heard of Yin and Yang? Well, Yin Tao is, as his name suggests, the personification of Yin. As close to crossing the line between good and evil as possible, he?s only barely held in the land of the good guys by his brother, Yang. Merciless, unforgiving and unrelenting, he enjoys carnage and chaos more then anything else. Every time an opportunity to bash some heads in shows itself, he launches himself right into action. He has no manners, and he barely follows the rules set out in front of him. By far the ?attack now, ask questions later? type, Brawl is helpless in the tactical sides of things without help from his brother. He easily falls into traps, rushing head first into situations. In fact, he doesn?t show too much intelligence, usually letting his brother do the thinking. [b]Biography:[/b] Brawl is a rather unique reploid, in that he was manufactured, instead of born. Created in tandem with his brother, Cannon, by Khan Labs, a Novus Concordia funded company, Cannon is one half of a prototype team, specifically designed for use by the Novus Concordia Defence Department. Basing their work on extensive designs given to the Novus Concordia government (by an individual or individuals who have never been named), Khan Labs scientists created the two Tao twins, giving them the ability to merge as one for short periods of time. Once activated, Yin underwent extensive tests, before he and Yang successfully activated their merger program in a monitored experiment. (Of note, of all the reploids created after Yin and Yang with the gestalt ability, none have survived the merging process). Following the extensive educational and physical training that came next (though Brawl was noted not doing well in the educational part), the pair was put into active service in the NCDD, working in the field. With the set up of Sygnosis X, the two were transferred into the special task force. Though Brawl, with his violent tendencies, is constantly, if secretly, monitored. [b]Affiliation:[/b] [I]Sygnosis X[/I] [b]Primary Weapon:[/b] [list] [*] [b] Melee - [/b] Carrying no weapons apart from his T-Shield (read on), Brawl relies on his own fists, feet and other body parts in combat. While not overly agile, his strength is second to none, and his manual dexterity is surprisingly good. By far the sort of person to keep your distance from. [/list] [b]Secondary Weapon / Defensive Capability:[/b] [list] [*] [b] T-Shield - [/b] Made from a mix of dense and sturdy materials, the T-Shield is both a handy defensive device and secondary weapon. Fitted upon Brawl?s head when not in use, the T-Shield can extend in size once off it, becoming large enough to protect even someone of Brawl?s stature, providing he kneels. Its bladed edges and tough surface make it a handy hitting device. [/list] ---------------[b] Merged Form [/b]--------------------- [b]Name:[/b] N/A [b]Callsign:[/b] Tao [b]Age:[/b] N/A [b]Appearance:[/b] By some strange means, Tao is in fact /smaller/ then Brawl, let alone Brawl and Cannon combined. At nine (9) foot, five (5) inches, the gestalt combines Brawl?s power with Cannon?s speed, looking very fearsome indeed. It?s head is completely covered by a smooth helmet, the only gap at the eyes, where golden orbs rest. It?s body, while not as bulging as Brawl, still appears to hold great brute strength. A cannon, appearing similar to the Variable Rifle, is mounted upon his right arm, and upon his left is the T-Shield, but in it?s retracted position. [b]Personality:[/b] Yin and Yang combined? Tao is a strange being, the product of two minds put together as one. The light of Cannon?s mind is combined with the darkness of Brawl?s mind. The end result is interesting, to say the least. ?He? combines the best points of both brothers; Brawl?s aggression, Cannon?s compassion, and so on. [b]Biography:[/b] N/A [b]Affiliation:[/b] [I]Sygnosis X[/I] [b]Primary Weapon:[/b] [list] [*] [b] Variable Cannon - [/b] (see above) Identical in use and abilities with Cannon?s Variable Rifle, the only difference between the two is it?s name, and the fact it?s mounted on Tao?s right arm. [/list] [b]Secondary Weapon:[/b] [list] [*] [b] Celestial Sword - [/b] While just a generic beam sabre, it?s large blade, and ability to send waves of energy from it with a simple swipe, makes the Celestial Sword just that tiny bit more deadly. [/list] [b]Defensive Capability:[/b] [list] [*] [b] T-Shield - [/b] (see above) The same shield that Brawl carries; here the T-Shield is used in the exact same way. [/list] [b] Additional Notes: [/b] The very nature of Tao means that Yin and Yang can rarely merge into this form. The process is draining, and can sometimes be dangerous if the two aren?t focused before. So unless it?s during a significant event and you believe it should really be done, keep the two separate. :)

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Dynete [/i] [B]"Wake up! Wake up! Hey!!! O.K. ugghh! How...dare...you defi...me." Dynete:Whoa. The same dream. (background: all mavrick hunters please report to the H.Q. now.) Well I better get going. thump,thump,thump. ???: Well I wonder what that dream is? Oh well, I havepay him back for defing me. Signas: Well hunters, there as been a recent increas on mavrics everywhere. We must find a way to stop them and bring back peace. Dynete: You... it's you. How did you find me? I thought i killed you! ???: Well you didn't. I have made my self a mavric! Just call me, Dark Chaos! Dynete: Well Dark Chaos, don't you think it's pretty stupid to be a mavric in a place with mavric hunters evrywhere you look! Dark Chaos: No, cause i can teleport. Bye! Zzziiip! Dynete:Wha, where did that freak go! Signas: Dynete! Please, it's over! [/B][/QUOTE] I can see you're new here, so I'll cut you a break. But you can't just post in RPGs you haven't signed up for. So I'm afraid that post of yours doesn't count. Please, only post in RPGs you're signed up in. If you want to sign up for an RPG, go to the Recruitment SubForum. Also, if you have any Adventure Arena questions, PM me.

Warlock stood upon the roof of one of the few stable skyrisers in Xen, the massive form of Sigma beside him. Together, they merely looked down at the city, and the very distant outlines of Novus Concordia, so very far away, yet so close... "You have your orders," the gargantuan form of Sigma stated. "Join up with your 'friends', then undermine them. But do not reveal your true nature. Not until the plans are complete. If we are to have a war, I wish for it to happen when we are at are peak. As such, things will be a while. And remember, take advantage of the current situation with the Hunters and the ALED. Wane it in our favor. Understand?" The mouth of Warlock merely smiled, before taking a step towards the edge of the roof. "...Of course." "Excellent. Now, go." Sigma then smiled. "Enjoy your new toys." The former Hunter just gave Sigma a quick glance, before leaping from the roof. "...Will he be stable?" A small form, hidden from view earlier, replied. The techician from earlier. "I... do not know. His systems are completely different from the ordinary design of a reploid. And his neural net... The chances of him becoming unstable are high. The chance of his neural net rejecting the virus are lower, but... I think there's something we're missing. Sigma just stared forward, purple eyes glaring forward at the landscape. "...Make sure an eye is kept on him. If he eventually fights the virus, I want him eliminated. He knows too much." --------------------------------- His body twisting and turning as he fell, Warlock plummeted towards the ground, while looking completely calm. But as seconds quickly ticked by, it became obvious that Warlock currently had no way of saving himself from a horrible death. Unless he did something soon, another former member of the Elite Squadron would be killed... Mere seconds from the ground, the ex-Hunter quickly formed his buster, and pointed it at the wall a few feet to his left. An energy 'rope' flew out, connected to the wall, and sent Warlock swinging towards where it connected. However, putting his legs forward, Warlock hit the wall and rebounded off of it, the energy grappling hook disentangling from the wall and zipping back into it's source, the buster. And with completely graceful movements, Warlock lightly hit the ground, before bouncing back onto the tip of his feet and sprinting off, to his home/repair business. He would have to be there, incase he got some unexpected visitors... As soon as he was halfway down the street, he disappeared, teleporting further down the street, then continuing his sprint...

A soft red hue illuminated what appeared to be a conference room, as several high ranking reploids sat scattered in the chairs, waiting, if slightly impatientely. A gigantic chair, or more appropriately, a gigantic throne, sat at the front of the large centre table. It obviously belonged to someone very, very important. Sharing glances, the reploids continued to wait as the minutes ticked by, doing their best to look happy. Then, suddenly, the floor shook slightly, and the sound of great, powerful footsteps drew near. The reploids sat up straight in their chairs, and looked to the entrance, awaiting their leader. Finally, as the footfalls grew louder, a shape appeared, walking in through the tall door, and having to bend forward not to scrape it's top. But as soon as he was in fully, he was able to stand at his full height, the conference room ceiling very high up. With a grin on his face, he slowly glanced around. "...I see you are all well," came his voice. A voice well known, to both good and bad. The voice of Sigma. The currently gigantic Sigma held up his hand, palm forward, stopping any reploids from speaking. "Before we begin, I believe you would like to know of the fate of our General?" Sigma said, a smirk still present on his face. "He was badly damaged in his skirmish, but shall recover in time." The reploids, obviously high ranking Mavericks, looked relieved. Sigma slowly made his way to his throne, before sitting down in it. "Emperor?" A feline reploid asked, hesitantly, obviously not wanting to annoy Sigma. "What of the rogue, Warlock?" Laughing slightly, Sigma stared directly at the feline, his eyes peircing through the Maverick. "...I am glad you asked. Warlock is, as we speak, been repaired." The Maverick suddenly looked at each other, confused. Why was one of their enemies been repaired? "I can see by your faces that you think I have gone crazy. I assure you, I have not. For Warlock is been repaired because I have a use for him." Sigma said cryptically, raising both hands, palms first, as the signal to go to other topics. ------------------------------------- Leaning over the body of Warlock, a small one-eyed reploid replaced the final plate of armor, before taking a step back, smiling. "Is he repaired?" came a dark voice from the shadows of the small repair bay. The small mechanic turned around, surprised, before nodding. "Uh... Yes, sir!" Slowly, the floor shook, as Sigma appeared, gazing down at the unconcious body of Warlock and the small reploid. "Excellent. Now, keep an eye on his neural net... I believe it's time I infected him." The small reploid's eye widened, before he began to stutter. "B-But, do yo-you r-reall-ly think f-f-forced infection wou-ould be wise?" "I know of the risks. But this one is strong. He will survive," came Sigma's reply. Pausing, the mechanic glanced from Sigma to Warlock, before nodding, and retreating to a mobile console. "E-Emperor, whenever you are ready." Grinning, Sigma nodded, before taking a step forward, and placing his massive palm on top of Warlock's chest. For a few moments, the only sound came from the 'medical' equipment scattered around the room, before the lights began to dim. The Maverick Emperor, however, didn't seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn't care. For he seemed slightly preoccupied, purple electricity, which almost seemed ready to explode, running up and down the top of his arm. Before running down in Warlock, and dispersing. Quite suddenly, the Light bot began to shake, trying to get out of Sigma's grip. And at his console, the mechanic began to worry. "Neural net readings are degrading! It appears ready to activate a self deletion!" Growling, Sigma whipped his head around, glaring at the mechanic. "If I loose my prize now, you will loose your head." Visibly gulping, the mechanic could only glance at the readings he was getting... Before, quite suddenly, Warlock came to a complete halt, and the readings returned to normal. "Emperor..." The Maverick started. "...Everything appears to be normal. The neural net appears normal, except of course for the infection." Sigma grinned, letting go of Warlock, but not moving from his position. "Activate him." The small mechanic nodded, before clicking a button on his console. Slowly, the older brother of X opened his eyes, shallow, despising optics glancing around. A look most commonly seen in the optics of a Maverick.

Well, as so, so many people have already commented, with the size of the galaxy, of the universe, and with the near infinite amount of planets in it, it'd be almost impossible for there [i]not[/i] to be more life out there apart from ourselves. Sure, it might not be intelligent, or it might be greatly intelligent. Eitherway, [i]something[/i] has to be out there. So, obviously, I'm answering 'yes'.

Well, believe it or not, I've never kissed anyone. But then again, I've actually been home schooling for the past... well, while. So while I see boys every so often, I hardly ever see girls. -_-;; But eh, I only just turned fourteen, and I'll probably be going back to school again soon, so it may only be a matter of time. Though thinking back on it, I may've kissed way back when I was six... But my memory's all fuzzy, so I'm probably just imagining it.

Desert. Endless desert. Nothing but sand, rock, the occasional plant, and a not-too-big city of slime and crime, called [I]Xen[/I], but more commonly referred to as the [I] Badlands [/I] by those who didn?t live there. As the sun rose on the distant horizon, and the temperature shot up, nothing moved in the very centre of nowhere? Well, almost nothing. As numerous pieces of reploids, such as the arms of a metallic octopus, and the tail of a robot lizard, were left as scrap around a steep cliff, two dark figures, two dark figures of great might, clashed nearby. One was a Maverick general, well known for his exploits during the first and third Maverick riot. Both times, he had been slain by X, the greatest creation of the legendary Dr. Light. With an energy cannon on one shoulder, and a missile launcher on the other, he stank of pure evil. The other, by coincidence, was the brother of X. Not Proto Man, or Mega Man, but Warlock, least known of the Light Family, older brother of X, and most likely the oldest A.I. alive. With a buster formed over his right hand, and an energy sabre able to be formed by the left, he was a picture of experience and power melded as one. Both reploids were of the same height, both with rather black armour (though granted, Warlock has touches of red), and both were in a fight for survival. ?Really now, must we keep on fighting?? Vile?s dark voice spoke from beneath his Boba Fett like helmet. ?You and I both know we can?t defeat the other. We both know we?re invincible. So why fight it?? Gritting his teeth, Warlock rolled to the side, barely avoiding a lethal punch from the Maverick General. ?Fight what, exactly?? A cackle came from the maniacal reploid. ?You know what I speak of. The urge. The urge to slaughter the humans and their guardians. Join us, join the Mavericks, and become a GOD!? Warlock growled, before shooting off several globs of red-hot plasma. Vile was promptly hit, and he staggered back. ??I see you believe you can fight the urge. Inconceivable. Admit it, or things might get a little painful.? The Maverick then chuckled. The Light creation leapt to the side, barely dodging a missile, only to land in the path of a barrage of missiles. Armour cracking slightly, he was sent flying several metres. But before slamming into the sand, he was able to twist in mid air, and landed on his feet. ?I cannot admit something that does not exist. You know who I am. What I do.? Warlock growled, before extending his left hand. A bright flash of red later, and a sabre of pure energy was held loosely in the rogue?s hand. ?You?re preaching to the wrong crowd, Vava.? Vile paused, before the glow of his red eye grew slightly. ?Do? Not? Call? Me? THAT!? The Maverick?s cannon hummed, before several blasts of plasma were sent rocketing at Warlock. Several quick slashes of his Cossack Sabre later, and the plasma was reflected, smashing into the sand and exploding. ?Why not? Is it not your real name?? Vile growled, and leaped at Warlock. Bringing his right leg up, he sent a roundhouse at the other reploid?s head, who merely ducked under it, before thrusting forward with his sabre, briefly impaling the Maverick. ?Vava, I know your history. You?ve always been crazy. You were crazy before Sigma was, and you were crazy after he released you from the Hunter prison.? Warlock growled, and slashed at Vile again, this time missing. ?I was there. You know I was. You killed Epsilon. Almost killed Factor. And if you had had it your way, you would?ve tried to kill Flash and X too, destroy my family and friends.? A chuckle. ?Not like you would?ve had a chance against them, let alone me!? The reploid once known as Vava snarled, inserting his fist into Warlock?s gut, then unleashing a powerful blast of energy into the ?good guy? of the fight, sending him flying back. ?Fine. I guess we?ll just have to do this the hard way then, Warlock.? And grinning, he launched into the air, his thrusters keeping the Maverick in the air long enough to gain on the former Hunter, and rain down missile after missile after missile. A fatal mistake. Using the explosions as cover, Warlock disappeared in a short-range teleportation (more commonly referred to as a blink), appearing /above/ General Vile, sabre pointed down. Gravity quickly took hold. The reploid smashed into the Maverick, pointy end first. While Vile?s neural net was barely missed by the blade, his power core, just below the neck, was not. Screaming in pain, Vile fell to the ground, Warlock falling with him. With a sickening thud, Vile became rather intimate with the sand as the brother of X withdrew his sabre from the robotic body it had infiltrated, before flipping back through the air, landing in front of the slowly deactivating Maverick. ?Your time is up, Vava. This time, they won?t have anything to rebuild you from,? Warlock said, his voice neutral. When Vile did not reply, the former Maverick Hunter raised his buster, pointing it at his opponent. It quickly began to charge. ?Goodbye, Vile.? ?I think not, rogue,? came a mysterious voice from [I] behind [/I] Warlock. The reploid in red and black quickly began to spin, to point his weapon at this new arrival. He was too late. As a blast of super concentrated plasma knocked into Warlock, knocking out the already badly injured reploid, a towering structure of metal stepped forward, glaring down. He didn?t say anything. He didn?t move. He just glared down at the creation of the late Dr. Light, before his mouth broke out in a grin, and he cackled, bald head moving back and forth all the while? ---------------------- OOC: I hope that looks good. Not writing anything of this sort for several months quickly wears down on your writing skills. -_-

*sigh* I hate when threads go like this. But closed this thread is. -Warlock

Sorry, but this goes in the Recruitment Forum, not here. Remember, sign up threads always go there, not here. This is for the roleplay itself.

Well, it isn't happening to me. Though I [i]have[/i] encountered problems like that, just not on forums, where when a refresh a page everything changes font, or becomes smaller (or larger), ect. But usually it'll fix itself once I refresh again... So, if this doesn't just simply fix itself after a refresh or two, or after you leave and then come back, I'm not really sure what's causing it... Or how to fix it, I might add. EDIT: Ah, righto then.

As The Harlequin said, this goes in the recruitment forum. I'll just quickly buzz you over there...

[I] Bringing Iota?s car to a halt, Warlock stared openly at the flare of light sparkling up above, at the edge of a cliff. Reading on his visor began filling the side of his vision, listing levels of brightness and other units of information in tiny letters. [/I] [I] And then? it hit him. [/I] [I] Or more specifically, Spark Mandrill?s massive fist did. [/I] [I] Warlock was sent flying from the car, tumbling end over end in the air before smashing head first into the cliff face, some of the incredibly powerful armor in his helmet sent flying off the helmet and to scatter around the dusty desert road. [/I] [I] Meanwhile, behind him, the ten foot high Maverick jumps onto Iota?s car, cracking metal and lowering the height of the hover car. [/I] [I] Passing the car, Launch Octopus idly walks over to the still recovering Warlock, reaching out with two tentacles and grabbing him, before[/I] throwing[I] him over the car, away from the cliff, to land on the sandy floor, his face stuck to the ground. [/I] [B] Launch Octopus: [/B] ?He?s all yours, Vile! Really, I see no reason why the [I] others [/I] needed to be brought along.? [B] ??? [/B] ??Now [I] that [/I] wasn?t very nice.? [I] Fading into sight right beside the water based Maverick, Sting Chameleon looked from the injured Warlock, to the Octopus beside him. [/I] [B] Launch Octopus: [/B] ??Why [I] mu--[/I]? [I] The sentence was cut short, however, as a barrage of light and energy flashed forward overhead, the charge of Vile?s cannon complete. So bright was the light that the Mavericks had to shield their eyes from watching the destruction of the ex Hunter, all they could do was listen to the explosion as the energy slammed into Warlock and the ground beneath him. [/I] [I] After about half a minute though, the light had died down, the dust had settled, and now it was time to see if anything of Warlock remained. [/I] [I] Spark Mandrill jumped off Iota?s now wrecked car, walking over into the blackened piece of earth that Vile had completely demolished. And from the look of it, no piece of Warlock had survived. [/I] [B] Spark Mandrill: [/B] ?Nothing here, boss!? [B] Vile: [/B] ?A shame? ?I [I] did [/I] promise to deliver his head.? [I] From the edge of the cliff, Launch merely chuckled, wiggling all his tentacles, very amused by the look of things. [/I] [B] Launch Octopus: [/B] ?Heh, I [I] atleast [/I] expected a fight.? [I] So focused on chuckling, the Maverick didn?t notice Sting?s eyes widen, before quickly jumping and clinging to the cliff, scrambling up it. Though he [/I] did [I] notice the sound of an energy weapon charging. [/I] [B] Launch Octopus: [/B] ??Vile, what are you going to destroy now, his [I] car [/I]? That seems like a bit of a waste of energy, don?t you think?? [I] After getting no reply, only stunned silence, Launch looked up? before spinning around. [/I] [B] Launch Octopus: [/B] ??Holy c--"

[I]As Warlock raced across the desert, unaware of all the events currently unfolding around him, he was[/i] also[i] unaware of the several eyes fixed on his position.[/I] [I]On a nearby hill, beside the 'road' Warlock was travelling upon, several figures lied in wait, watching and judging their opponent... One very large and bulky figure, close to thirteen foot tall. Another figure lay in it's slight shadow, about six foot tall, a mask upon it's face and a cannon of sorts on it's right shoulder. [/I] [I]By the looks of it, these two were the head of the pack. Surrounding them were a bunch of generic, humanform reploids, each with varying designs. For instance, one was an avain, and another was a penguin. While not all had four limbs, they all had the basic human shape?[/I] [I]As Warlock's borrowed hovercar continued to speed along the desert floor, the avian turned to the smaller figure, his face revealed?[/I] [B]Storm Eagle:[/B] "...Sir, we are ready to attack. Give the word, and we shall engage.? [I]The smaller figure moved to the edge of the hill, looking down? Warlock would be passing right by this rocky mountain, almost directly underneath. The figure with the cannon turned around, his mask revealed as a unique one, one that only covers one Maverick?[/I] [B]Vile:[/B] ??You may all go into your prearranged positions. But [I]I[/I] shall finish him off, understood?? [I]And, in unison, the eight others nodded. But these weren?t any other eight? No, they were from the first true Maverick conflict. They were all once Hunter, Hunters that turned against their faction and were destroyed by Warlock?s brother?[/I] [I]But here they were, all rebuilt, along with Vile, who had already fell against X twice. All standing near two edges of the hill, with Vile and his machine at the very diagonal edge, the others lined up behind him.[/I] [I] One, was [URL=http://dynamic4.gamespy.com/~mmm/spritesinc/sprites/x/mmm-mmxchillpenguin.GIF]Chill Penguin.[/URL] [/I] [I] Another was [URL=http://dynamic4.gamespy.com/~mmm/spritesinc/sprites/x/mmm-mmxflamemammoth.GIF]Flame Mammoth.[/URL] [/I] (OOC: And for ease, I?ll just list the sprite links for the rest of the MMX1 Mavericks below, just to say having to write ?another was? or ?one was? over and over. Just imagine they?re behind the link. ;) [URL=http://dynamic4.gamespy.com/~mmm/spritesinc/sprites/x/octopussheet.gif]Launch Octopus[/URL] [URL=http://dynamic4.gamespy.com/~mmm/spritesinc/sprites/x/armadillosheet.gif]Armored Armadillo[/URL] [URL=http://dynamic4.gamespy.com/~mmm/spritesinc/sprites/x/eaglesheet.gif]Storm Eagle[/URL] [URL=http://dynamic4.gamespy.com/~mmm/spritesinc/sprites/x/chameleonsheet.gif]Sting Chameleon[/URL] [URL=http://dynamic4.gamespy.com/~mmm/spritesinc/sprites/x/mmm-mmxsparkmandrill.GIF]Spark Mandrill[/URL] [URL=http://dynamic4.gamespy.com/~mmm/spritesinc/sprites/x/kuwangersheet.gif]Boomer Kuwanger[/URL] [I] And of course, the large figure? Was Vile?s Ride Armor, the Goliath.[/I] [I] As Warlock neared, they obviously began to move into positions. Sting jumped off the side, before beginning to scale down. Spark merely jumped seconds after Launch did, the tall falling. Storm rose up into the air, his wings creating the lift necessary to keep him up, while Vile took one step forward, looked down, and began to charge up his cannon. The others just waited behind him?[/I] [IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=345171[/IMG] ________________________ [I] Hand on the steering wheel (not a thing reploids really needed to use, since they could just hook up into the car system), Warlock sat in the comfy driver?s seat of Iota?s car, driving it down something of a road.[/I] [I] The path passed beside a rocky hill, which seemed to have several outcroppings of rock at the very top?[/I] [I] Idly switching through several menus on his visor, the ex-Hunter double checked the location of his hoverbike, something he?d be getting later after he?d recovered from the previous battle back at home. Or he could just get one of his drones to get it? [/I] [I] His mind only now slightly focused on the road ahead, Warlock just continued to head towards the hill of sorts, now getting closer and closer? ?As the calm night air splashed across him, he didn?t realise the up above, a cannon was just beginning to charge? [/I]

Well, while I don't recall seeing anything similar to ghosts, and I haven't really awakened to the feeling of having someone else there... But then again, I [i]never[/i] really awaken until fairly late in the morning, though I can somtimes awake earlier... ...But despite all that, I still believe there's a possibility of ghosts truly existing, though they're something that tends to remain hidden to the eye, except in special cases. *shrugs, twice* I'd say a bit more, elaborate a bit more, but I guess I'm just a tiny bit tired... ...But interesting story there, Etarah.

[I]Seth casually entered his dorm, and for the moment, did not pay any attention to his little moogle roommate. No, the just over six foot fighter walked straight to the nearest bed, putting a suitcase of things by it, before stepping onto the bed and crossing his legs, his eyes closing. [/I] [I] Meditation was something he delved into constantly, his mind and body heading into a relaxed state, as the strange power he felt within him grew, spreading through the entire body. [/I] [I] He didn't know how, but he had also had knowledge of this kind of meditation, as far back as he could remember... [/I] [I] But thoughts such as that quickly fell from his mind as it moved into a subconcious state, and Seth's head bowed forward as his breathing slowed, and the beating of his heart almost stopped completely... [/I] --------------- OOC: Incredibly sorry about the short length of the post, but I'm still getting back into the roleplaying spirit... Next post should be better.

*deep sigh* Ah, it has finally returned... The RPG that made me join OB in the first place. And now, it will draw me out of my inactivity to prance around the boards once more... But yes, I'm glad after me bugging you so much, you've finally continued on. Too bad I wasn't able to help with the overall plot more... Well, at all, for the most part. ___________________________________ [B] From The Journal Of ?Warlock?: [/B] [I] Many years have passed since we crash landed on this planet, and many years more since the time I first leapt at my training dream, when I first realised the power within me? I met many friends, many foes, including the person I?m happiest the most that I met: Rahia. But things? Things have changed. Something within me began to flourish upon the fourty seventh year of our arrival. It burnt me up from the inside, tried to change the colour of my heart? Only rhetorically speaking, of course. Something I could not explain. But I fought it, and after several years of bitterness and anger at my fellow men and woman, it all but disappeared. I believed things had gone back to normal. And so, I watched my past flourish around me, my friends and newfound allies on this planet growing old, the blood of my ancestors giving me unusually long life. I felt my power diminish as I began to train less actively? And then, after a great many years, after we had been on this planet for more then one hundred and fifty long years, it returned. I became weary, hateful? Voices raged in my head, I regularly saw fake imagery of past enemies I had fought, a ghost of their former image. My power itself became corrupt. Sometimes my very presence would send the weaker minded to their knees, holding their heads. I did not know what was causing this, and despite examinations, nothing was clear. No one knew, or could find out what was happening to me. And so, I left, heading away, where my ?disease? would not affect others. As I write this, unknown feelings rage against my mind. I do not know how long I can retain my sanity. And so, I write this with hurried mind and hands, as a data entry into the data pad I carry, a relic of times past? Before you is a record. A record of my life, of all that transpired between the time I began my training, meeting other beginning warriors doing the same? Until the day that I wrote this, the year 205 A.U.D (After Universe Destruction). And if I find it possible, more chapters will be added in time. The areas ahead will not, however, make themselves available until predetermined dates. And do not try to hack through the defences? You will find it impossible. -Shaun ???, a.k.a Warlock. [/I] The screen this has been scrolling on suddenly begins to fizz, before it turns blank and more words appear. [I] This was first accessed by a non-controlling unit in the year [B] 497 A.U.D [/B]. At this point, all chapters from beginning to log 58 have been unlocked. Last entry was entered at an undetermined time. The next log entry will be unlocked in? [B] 000:00:01:18:22:45 [/B] [/I] OOC: For your Out Of Character clarification, that?s obviously a clock ticking down. In orders, each group of numbers between [B]:[/B]s mean, in order? Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds. You?ll find out more about all of this once the RPG itself begins. And I?m assuming here, if foolishly, that this is pretty much, give or take a year or two, [I]really[/I] five hundred years since the city ship crashed into this planet. If it isn?t, I?ll just change it as soon as I know? [B]Name:[/B] Seth [B]Nickname:[/B] None [B]Age:[/B] 29 [B]Race:[/B] Part human, part Saiyajin, part Zork by the slightest bit. [B]Height:[/B] 6'1" [B]Description:[/B] Short, black hair. Blue eyes. Medium build. Yes, very short, but clothes and such will probably be changing constantly... I'll give a better description once the RPG starts. [B]Personality:[/B] Friendly, and one of those people who tends to run after woman, trying to make them love him. And despite been helpful, yet fairly hard to falter once he has his mind on something, he doesn't have much luck with the opposite sex. With a calm mind, and someone not easily freaked, he's a strange mix of brawn and brain. And the personality will be worked on once the RPG starts... Need to see how he acts first before I can give a more indepth personality. [B]History:[/B] One of the few true ancestors of 'Warlock', Seth was born in Eastern part of the world, to a pair of parents that he has long lost contact with. He child hood was not one of complete physical training, though that doesn't mean he didn't do any. It was only after he had grew older and left his family that he began to focus on such ambitions... So, not much has happened to him as of yet. [B]Stats:[/B] Strength: 20 Defense: 25 Speed: 25 Ki (Energy): 30 ______________________ [B]Name:[/B] Shaun ??? (Yes, I've given his [I]real[/I] name for once. His last name is, alas, unknown) [B]Nickname:[/B] Warlock [B]Age:[/B] Unknown [B]Race:[/B] Hybrid: Saiyajin, Human, Zork (Race of my own design) [B]Height:[/B] 6'2" [B]Description:[/B] Currently: Unknown Before His Disappearence: Below Link [B]Personality:[/B] Unknown (I'll give everyone a breif when he does finally return... You'll just have to wait) [B]History:[/B] One of the very original warriors, Warlock was a constantly training, always trying to gain an edge over everyone else in the beginning. But as time went, he became less competitive against his fellows and began to train instead to overcome the enemies that began to arrive... He fought the androids, personally defeating their leader (if I remember correctly... Heck, that was over a year ago >_

[I]Raynor watched the chase from the hanger entrance, before shaking his head in disbelief.[/I] [B]Raynor:[/B] "The things those Allies try and do." [I]Several conscipts nearby nodded, before narrowing their eyes once fully seeing Raynor. Despite the mind control devices making him think he was a Soviet, he was still dressed in the American GI like combat vest. Strange of him, but Raynor Durane liked having the extra protection, compared to the hardly armored conscript suits. As the Tank Commander said, it was one of the few things the Allies actually did right.[/I] [I]Shaking his head, he moved back to the Apocalypse Tank surrounded by his crew... One, the anti aircraft gunner, was a mind controlled ally, like himself. But he was one of the few... All the others, heck, pretty much all the other tank crews at the base consisted of Soviets.[/I] [B]Raynor:[/B] "Okay, that little incursion is over. Get to your stations and let's get this thing ready." [I]Stepping in with the rest of the crew, Raynor took up a position behind the main gunner and pilot, sitting down on a hard, yet comfy seat, a small amount of low grade monitors at his side. It was from here he'd coordinate this tank, and from here he'd get messages from Soviet Command...[/I]

[I]With a shrill warning beep, the alarm shook Raynor awake in the blink of an eye.[/I] [I]Just like any normal day in the barracks. The alarm went off, he got dressed and went out to the vehicle storage facility to check if his crew was that.[/I] [I]Except for today he was in a Soviet barracks, though not bunched up with conscripts and such. Raynor was Allied, through and through... Until a fateful encounter with a Yuri clone. Really annoying when that happens, isn't it?[/I] [I]And so, with a slow sigh, he jumped off the bunk, glad to see his crew members, who were sleeping in his medium sized room as well, were already gone... It was time to serve the Hammer and Sickle for the first full day, and as long as he remained close enough to a mind control beacon, nothing would stop him.[/I] ------------------------------- [I]And by complete coincedence, Raynor just happened to be stationed at the Soviet Cuba Operations base. Why? Simple, really. He was joining in with the defense, been tested to see how effective he was, if it was best to trust him with the best tanks the Soviets had to offer, if it was best to have him on the frontlines... Or if it was best to kill him, so his rations would go to another needy conscript.[/I] [I]But that wasn't known to Raynor Durane as he strolled in a hanger, packed to the brim with newly arrived Apocalypse Tanks, the very best the Soviets had to offer. If he did well with them... He would pass the test, be trusted. If his command of a tank was sour... Well, you already know. [/I] [I]And so, a slight smile on his face, he walked over to his crew by a nearby Apoc Tank, who were getting it ready for patrol...[/I] [I]You see, the Apocalypse Tank is the best of the best in the Tank World. It possesses of two barrels, capable of firing off powerful, explosive rounds. It has incredibly thick armor, and takes four standard Ally Grizzly Tanks to take just one down. Not to mention it has Anti Air guns, capable of shooting at anything nearby in the air... It is a menance, and in large numbers, is the very thing Allied Commanders fear having roll up on their doorstep.[/I] [I]And today, Raynor would have the privilage of commanding one. Lucky him. And as the tank was prepped, he had nothing much left to do but wait for orders...[/I]

OOC: Heh, well, lucky you, X6 didn't happen in this universe... Really got to finish off that timeline... Now, could people [i]please[/i] stop arguing?! I'm going to get harsh if this continues... If you have any real complaints, take it to PMs and IMs! Oh, and just so y'know, Warlock was in a carkpark, and would've left by then, so he couldn't of been in your post... But that was my fault, not yours, for not posting him leaving earlier. But everyone, let's just get back to [B]RP!!![/B] Oh, and I'll edit this with a real RP post aswell soon...

[I]Standing in the garage of Iota's apartment, having already locked up and given a brief stare at the door where he, *cough*, first met Iota in some 'interesting' circumstances, Warlock was wondering how he'd get back to his home... [/I] [I]He was now much more cautious at teleporting, due to the above incident with Iota, since, afterall, he didn't want to bump into any more females who were just getting out of the shower, fearing their wrath, he was deciding upon using the much more classic approach.[/I] [I]He knew what Iota had said about not taking her car... But, well, it was the only real option at the moment.[/I] [I]Minutes later, you can be assured, him and Iota's car were gone... With a quick 'sorry' note from Warlock...[/I] _________________ Yeah, incredibly small, but I'm planning on having a very large post for when Warlock gets back to his little home... *manical laughter*

And I'm butting in late... As a Soviet no less! But yes, I'm completely allowed to do so... _______________________ Name - Raynor Durane Allegiance - Soviets Military - America (Yes, I know what Flash said... But read on, it all actually makes sense!) Age - 26 Description - 5'11, black, short, spikey hair, blue eyes, white skin, skinny/medium build. Yeah, simple, but I'm tired. Bio/History - Captain Raynor Durane. Promising Tank Commander and officer. Born at sea, then been constantly moved around the world at a young age, this explosion loving guy finally settled down in America, and decided to join the military, for the heck of it. He became a promising tank pilot, gaining experience and quickly becoming a tank commander. All was going swell... Until when on a training exercise with the rest of his tank company in the southwestern United States, when Romanov's WSA troops were deployed, he and his tank crew came in contact with one of the mind controlling Yuri clones... You can guess what happened from there. Now a loyal Soviet supporter, Raynor helped the best way he could... By commanding tanks. And so, now a skilled commander in charge of Rhino Heavy Tanks, Flak Tracks and the dreaded Apocalypse Tanks, Raynor is willing to help out the Soviet cause... Until the day when possibly, all so possibly, his link to mind control devices are broken. But hopefully for the Soviets, that day will never come... Supplemental - Raynor is not a 'I can do anything and I'm great at SpecOps and flying anything and shooting people in the blink of an eye' like some of you, he's a simply a tank commander. Though, outside a tank, he's just as good as any other GI... Which compared to all you other elites, isn't so good.

[I] As soon as Iota had left, the medics nervously returned to their work on Warlock, finishing off the detailed insertion of the new generator system, microwielders and other repair tools carefully sizzling wires and such into place. [/I] [I] Immediately after completion of their complex task, they began to run some quick tests on the generator, before beginning to place protection, namely armor, around the outer case of the generator to help protect it incase Warlock's main set of armor was compromised. [/I] [I] As the minutes ticked by, and as they continued upon their work, some became more nervous. Some were used to working in combat scenarios... But a few of the others were suited to work in base, and the cryptic way the Iota had acted made them feel as if there was some kind of Maverick outbreak in the base... [/I] [I] Eventually, one of the medics voiced his nervousness, the first to say something not repair related. [/I] [B] Medic #1: [/B] "Should we... I don't know, activate Warlock? His buster system is operating, and if something were to go wrong..." [B] Medic #2: [/B] "What do you [i]mean[/i] go wrong? We're perfectly safe here, deep in the base." [B] Medic #1: [/B] "But... I just have a bad feeling. At this stage it won't halt the repair process if we were to activate him, so I don't see why not." [B] Medic #3: [/B] "...Okay, fine, switch him on. But I also think there's absolutely nothing to worry about." [I] The first medic just nodded slowly, still seeming slightly nervous, and with the help of another medic powered up the reploid. [/I]

I [i]also[/i] use List. Anyway, considering I'm almost always in the Adventure Arena, I tend not to actually notice that you can't use all of these other tags outside of it...

[I] A scanner in one hand, a small micro wielder in the other, Iota just grimly checked Warlock's life signs and intergrity, finally deciding that she was going to have to do as Demos said, and bring Warlock to Hunter HQ. [/I] [I] Both Warlock and Iota were currently in the female's apartment, still missing a wall from the last time they were here. Warlock, his armor now removed and now simply lying on her bed in his jumpsuit, didn't look good at all, chunks missing, and the occasional spurt of electricity. [/I] [I] Time was up. He needed a very good doctor, and he needed it now. [/I] [I] Sighing, she put away both the scanner and micro wielder, and leaned forward to pick Warlock up. The moment she'd got a good grip on him and was pulling him off the bed, he began to mumble. [/I] [B] Warlock: [/B] "No, Blues, we can't leave the lab... Not now... Please, not now..." [I] More of his past was been told to the world, as his neural net slowly began to degrade from lack of power and injury. [/I] [I] Slowly, as to not damage Warlock any further, Iota began dragging him to her car. [/I] _______________________________ [I] A while later, she drove the hovercar right up to a checkpoint, feeling the eyes of security drones and the small number of Hunters manning the entrance to the entrance. One walked over, tapping on the driver's side window. [/I] [I] Seconds later it slid down, showing Iota's smiling face, the injured Warlock sprawled against the other chair behind her. [/I] [B] Hunter Guard #1: [/B] "Name please, and reason of visit." [B] Iota: [/B] "Iota, and I'm coming in to visit." [B] Hunter Guard #1: [/B] "...Right. And who's the behind you?" [B] Iota: [/B] "A friend. He just got really tired from the long trip." [I] She made sure to try and keep Warlock out of view, lest the Hunter have a chance of recognising him. Slowly, the Hunter guard turned to one of the others. [/I] [B] Hunter Guard #1: [/B] "Could you bring a scanner over here?" [I] Slowly, another Guard walked over, a scanning device in his right hand. Reaching the window, he settled his eyes on Iota. [/I] [B] Hunter Guard #2: [/B] "Stay still. I'll just quickly give the car a scan." [I] And so, he quickly used the highly advanced technology to scan the car. Strangely enough, the moment he had finished, he signaled one of the others to open the gate. [/I] [I] Smiling, the Hunter Guard leaned forward. [/I] [B] Hunter Guard #2: [/B] "Wouldn't want to keep a pretty girl like you waiting. And try to keep Warlock better hidden next time, would ya?" [B] Iota: [/B] "Um, thanks." [B] Hunter Guard #2: [/B] "No problem. When he comes to, tell 'im Factor owes him." [I] Winking, Factor, the Hunter Guard, sent the hovercar through the gate, and into the extremely large Hunter compound. [/I] [I] It seemed, despite all the fuss and controversy, all the rumors of him turning Maverick and even attempting to assassinate Signas, Warlock still had a few fans... [/I] ______________________________ [I] In not too long, Iota and her hovercar began to glide into Parking Block C-47. [/I]