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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 25 2005, 04:46 AM (212 Views) | |
| Saru | Oct 25 2005, 04:46 AM Post #1 |
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Damien walked warily into the gravity chamber. his last experiance with this place had been less than comforting. A continious supply of droids that wouldn't stay down would scare anyone new to this school. But now he was stronger and he could more than handle this challenge. He walked over to the wall panel and set the gravity at three times earth's gravity and set the droid count to fifty. As he felt the weight begin to come down upon him he activated his strengthening ability. So the added force was minor at best. The droids began advancing on him in their normal slow pace. This was a perfect opportunity to get some target practice in. He drew his dagger and made a cut on his palm. As he gathered energy into his hand he picked a few droids that were walking in a line. He had always wondered how much of a punch his bolts packed. This was a good way to find out. As he powered up he hoped that someone would come join him for a bit of practice. It was always more fun with two people. |
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| Zero | Oct 27 2005, 07:22 PM Post #2 |
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One of the droids had gotten in rather close. However, as it closed in on Damien...FWISH! THOOM! It went flying to the side, having been struck in the side with something that had to have had some great hitting power. A freight train, perhaps. But if Damien looked to see what had caused such a ruckus, all he'd see sticking into the ruined droid's side was a simple arrow. Now how could an arrow hit with such amazing force? THOOM. Another one. And another, and another. The archer in question stood in the doorway, casually shooting out arrows as naturally as one could please. There was definitely something strange about him, as though he were not quite sober, but at the same time his eyes seemed alight with the whole scene, seeing his arrows, charged by his abilities to hit with many times the impact physically possible, causing such damage. He was standing in the doorway, obviously meaning he didn't think he could stand the strain of 3 g's. He seemed rather content to sit back and just shoot away. Under his breath, he was clearly humming "God Save the Queen" as he fired. The shoulder of his hoody was adorned with a Union Jack. Oh yeah, he was very British. "Oh, 'ell, I got that bugger good..." |
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| Saru | Oct 27 2005, 08:16 PM Post #3 |
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Damien nearly lost his concentration as he stared at the British archer. He was undoubtedly a great archer. Those droids that had been hit were in pieces not bigger than a tennis ball. He was tempted to search the student with his magic to see if the strength was natural but he did have inordinate amounts of energy focusing in his hands and decided to leave it til later. Damien turned his thoughts back to fighting and gathered the blood he needed in the wound. Then, like two streaks of red lightning, his blood spears made short work of one robot that flew back several paces with the impact then exploded with the energy and peirced two robots walking in a line. They moved back only a couple steps, but the explosion did the rest. The droids close to him taken care of, he turned to look at the student who had helped him. "Hey there, nice to meet you. My name's Damien, glad to have some company in practice." Damien let off another blast and took out one standing in a group of others. The explosion knocked the others off their feet but little else. "Might I inquire as to your name," asked Damien as he readied another shot. |
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| Zero | Oct 28 2005, 06:04 PM Post #4 |
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Oh, drat. The last of the droids were almost gone. Well, that was no fun. Who in the Queen's name was he supposed to shoot now? He supposed there was that chump over there that had been shooting crap at the robots, but to do it so suddenly wouldn't be very much fun, or sporting. He liked to get a buildup on his highs before he got to enjoy the full experience; just having the feeling drop out of the sky wasn't the way he preferred to go. I think 'e's trying to talk to me, Ed thought (even his thoughts had that outrageous accent). And indeed, Damien was, perhaps without knowing what he was really getting into, attempting to establish communication. "Hey there, nice to meet you. My name's Damien, glad to have some company in practice...Might I inquire as to your name?" Ed gave him a rather blank stare for a moment. "I s'pose you might." |
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| Saru | Oct 28 2005, 06:56 PM Post #5 |
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"I might or I have. Either way by queens law an introduction is required or duel must be fought and I'm not in the mood for such things since a few days ago." Damien knew a fair bit about English culture and laws and even though the dueling clause was a few centuries gone he figured the student wouldn't mind bringing the law out of retirement he was still to happy and light hearted to want to fight anyone. Damien took aim at anothe droid and decided to save his power. So instead he rushed it and kicked it's head from it's shoulders. Then stabbed it repeatedly in the joints. In moments it was merely a helplessly flailing jumble of metal. "So, are you to answer me or must our conversation stop at mere inquiries?" Damien kicked another robot in the chest and sent it stumbling backwqard into a knot of other droids. I's front was badly damaged so he sprayed the bit of motherboard he could see with blood. Collecting it back as soon as it was done frying. |
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| Zero | Oct 28 2005, 10:21 PM Post #6 |
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OOC: I should mention that by our rules, that banner on your sig is way too big, hombre. Anything that makes the window side-scrollable is too big, as far as our guidline goes. IC: Well, he was just acting like the perfect twat. That wasn't very nice of him, was it, to just go out and challenge him to a duel when that bleeding wank should be able to figure out from where he was standing that Ed was less than sure of his ability to stand around in three times Earth's gravity. "Really, as things stand, with you actin' like such a twat, I got no reason to be introducin' m'self to such a 'orribly bloodthirsty bloke like y'self," he said, his voice still rather blank. "Someone with a skid row an' some wheelbarrows isn't really the type to be taken lightly, dontcha think?" Still wasn't feeling any negativity. This was probably the cheery type. Those ones were oh-so-irritating. But in his experience, if they were goaded to anger that made it all the sweeter as things went. A slight grin crossed Ed's face as he remembered some of his more fun experiences in the past, like the shopkeeper incident or that one time at that football game... "Well, fair enough. You asked if you might inquire me name, and I said you might, din' I? An' then you 'ad to go an' act like all that, with some goofy law that went out years ago..." Ed left out the fact that he'd used a similarly outdated law, the law demanding all Englishmen devote their Sundays to practicing archery, as an excuse to go shooting up the East End when he was bored on Sundays. "Fuck it all, I think I'll just see where this takes me." In one smooth motion, he pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back, exciting it with his touch. He nocked it, and shot off a nonchalant arrow aimed right for Damien. With full intent to kill. One of the delights of being the victim of multiple psychoses. No guilt for anything you did. And if you happened to be an Olympic-class archer, too? Well... |
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| Saru | Nov 7 2005, 08:25 PM Post #7 |
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Damien had merely been trying to remind the student that in a different time such a lapse of manners in a culture he apparently revered. He hadn't been trying to start a fight, so the arrow coming his way surprised him greatly. If not for his increased strength and reflexeshe would have taken the arrow in his torso. As it was, he still felt the air from it as flew by him. "Woah! You freak, that was uncalled for." Damien examined the studnt with his magic, he was a thorn in the sides of many rebel Bloodmages, and the power with which the arrows hit could well be a Bloodmage trick. He felt none of his kind of magic from the student, but was hardly comforted by that. "I don't suppose you would tell me if you were sent by a rebel Bloodmage, even if you were?" Damien sprang behind one of the droids and locked it's arms behind it's back. He knew that the droid wouldn't do much but it would at least cushion the hit. |
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| Zero | Nov 7 2005, 09:00 PM Post #8 |
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Ed gave him a strange look, before shaking his head and nocking the bow yet again. This was a weird one. But he could sense confusion beginning to build, and the use of the word freak hinted indignance. Possibly low grade anger. Ed began to feel a buzz as his empathic sense picked up everything. "What the fuck is a rebel Bloodmage? Never 'eard that one, even when I was a saucepan lid..." Flit. Another arrow flew through the air, and when it hit the droid, it did so with such force that both Damien and his shield would go flying backwards. Something wasn't right here. Somehow the arrows were doing the physically impossible, striking objects with many times their normally possible force. He watched in satisfaction as the arrow went clean through the droid and impacted a wall, causing a massive dent that it shouldn't have caused. He reached back and pulled another arrow onto the string and began to pull back. "Barkin' mad, I swear..." |
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| Saru | Nov 8 2005, 01:07 AM Post #9 |
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Damien was truely confused now... What on earth did he mean by a "sausepan lid"? Damien didn't understand what the student meant, and this ongoing barrage of arrows was irritating him. When the student nocked another arrow he called upon his magic and sent three bolts of blood energy at the student. While the student was thus occupied Damien rubbed a subdued droid with his blood and chanted furiously. He was done five seconds later and held up the droid in front of him. Now that he had his shield he was ready. He began charging the student, hoping he would reach him before he would have to test his shield. Damien's mad sprint managed to collect another droid ontop of the one he was holding which he thought was probably best. He was going at a nice speed but his head was begining to hurt, a sure sign he was running out of magic. |
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