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       Re: A Dying World and Beyond
       By: Demonreach Date: November 24, 2013, 12:51 am
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       Even as the flames were dying down, the alien stalked towards
       the shadows, his pale green eyes seeming to grow several shades
       darker to keep them from reflecting light. He drew the new knife
       but heard a familiar voice and stood, startling several men he
       had crept up behind. With carefully aimed kicks, he broke their
       femurs and disarmed them with a few hits from his knuckles to
       their wrists and hit their temples with just as much precision.
       They fell dead to the ground.
       As the unnamed assailant moved to stand in front of the man, he
       cocked his head slightly, the dark green turning to their
       original pale green hue; the bloodshot whites making them stand
       out moreso. Not a muscle twitched as he watched the man carve
       symbols into the ground with a piece of metal, but his eyes were
       on the gloves the man wore. For a brief second, wind gathered at
       his fingertips, swirling like a drill before they dissipated.
       While the strange symbols meant little to him, he understood the
       mans intent.
       Finally. Someone understood.
       But his expression softened some, the hunter lurking the shadows
       of his eyes growing fainter; his body bending at the waist in a
       bow. Perhaps there was more to the man other than his love for
       mechanics. If he would let the unnamed alien walk away, perhaps
       he was owed an apology.
       So, with a small smile, he pointed his right index finger at the
       man then opened his palm to reveal a tattoo carved into the
       flesh; a series of interloping circles inside a larger circle
       that was surrounded by symbols, carved with extreme and delicate
       detail.
       But hearing the commotion outside, he frowned and moved towards
       the man, though his expression wasn't as soft as before having
       returned to its usual fierce expression, he kept his movements
       unhurried lest he spook the man.
       When he reached the last few feet, he placed the index finger
       onto the mans forehead and allowed the memories of his Dying
       World to enter this creatures mind. The rush of memories and
       emotions that would capture the metal-loving-man would leave him
       disoriented, during which time the outsider would watch over
       him, dispelling any attacks. But everything remained calm,
       though the men in black were still present, if wary.
       As the metal loving man would no doubt be reeling from the
       hordes of memories implanted into his head, the outsider would
       form a dome of air around him as he walked towards the
       black-clad figures. He heard them bringing up their boom-sticks,
       focusing in on him. His patience worn down, he heated up the air
       around the boom-sticks, letting the air seep into the openings
       and cracks of the metal. They had gloves on, so the heat
       wouldn't reach their hands, which was unfortunate for them.
       Eventually the casings of the bullets got hot enough that they
       set off the black powder within the bullet casings. It was an
       unfortunate side-effect, one he didn't know would happen, as he
       just wanted them to drop their weapons. But dozens of the guns
       went off at once, blowing up in their face, sending metal shards
       into the flesh; they dropped the weapons, as he had intended,
       and clutched at their faces, screaming. His head tilted to the
       side as he watched.
       [center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
       It was unreal, watching the unknown attacker walk so calmly
       outside and used his magic to set off the guns. The field agent
       wouldn't have thought such a thing possible, or that even magic
       existed, but this man...
       He had been spared the fate of his comrades, as he had just
       gotten on scene; and that he was a sniper. Hiding in one of the
       taller buildings, he had an excellent view, but fear stayed his
       trigger-finger. Fear and a mix of wonder and shock.
       The unknown was a predator, and didn't seem to have a conscience
       as he stared at screaming men, who either ran or attacked
       blindly. The green-eyed figure dispatched them deftly and
       quickly, though didn't go out of his way to kill all of them.
       Just those that attacked. It made the sniper wonder if the
       unknown had meant to set off the bullets. But the unknown was
       just so... otherworldly, so alien. He didn't even have a shirt,
       and his pants were little more than glorified rags. But it was
       his eyes, with their pale green hues, that struck fear into the
       heart of this assassin. They hardly blinked and were unnervingly
       bright against the dark, tanned-skin; skin that was stretched
       tight over bones oddly formed. The unknown was suffering severe
       malnourishment and, from the way some of the ribs poked out at
       odd angles, it was clear he had broken them various times and
       had to set them himself. A poor enough job, that.
       With all of this, he couldn't believe this unknown could've
       known about the bullets; he simply lacked the knowledge of it.
       That, and given the curious expression on his face as he had
       watched. It seemed nothing surprised him.
       "What's the status, agent?"
       The agent jumped at the voice of his superior, and answered in a
       shaky voice, "Snipers are in position, all ground units are
       immobilized, sir. But I believe we should pull back. It wouldn't
       do us-"
       "I make the orders here! You and the other two are to take this
       guy out. He blew up our base about fifty or so miles back south.
       He scared one guy so bad he can't talk straight and the other
       guy will lose his leg. On top of that, he destroyed that
       building AND one of the helicopters. He's killed innocents, man!
       So, get your shit together and take this guy out. Am I clear?
       "Yes sir."
       "Good."
       The agent sighed, and pulled back the safety on his gun, sending
       the command to the other two snipers in position.
       Looking through the scope, he pulled the lever back and pushed
       it back in, putting a bullet in the chamber and slowed his mind
       and his breathing.
       If they missed, they'd be in serious trouble.
       As he was counting down to fire, after making sure the others
       were ready, he noticed that the 'man' stood at full height,
       staring in his general direction, as if some sixth sense gave
       him some warning. What was even more unnerving was the fact that
       when he looked away, he looked in the direction of the one and
       then the other, though he did a full circle to eventually land
       on him once again.
       "Romanov, sir, are you ready?"
       Had they not seen? Did they not know? He felt a chill run down
       his spine, goosebumps rising. His body was cold. This unknown
       target was something else.
       The voices of the other two were more insistent and he shook his
       head, looking through the scope was again and centering on the
       mans torso. The other two would be targeting his head, in case
       one of them missed. There would be no second chance.
       Steadying himself and his nerves, the agent took aim...
       #Post#: 354819--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Dying World and Beyond
       By: CoherentInsanity Date: November 27, 2013, 3:49 pm
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       The alien's smile was both haunting and reassuring. Finally,
       communication had been made but the alien's intent was still not
       clear. Michael cocked his head in intrigue as the man showed him
       some sort of ward that was etched into his hand. It seemed to
       make sense though when the same index finger reached out towards
       his forehead. Michael tensed up and prepared to slice off his
       arm if need be, but for now the contact was relatively gentle.
       Relatively meaning that soon after Michael was plunged into a
       world of darkness. Pain, fear, anger, and confusion rushed into
       his psyche, as we witnessed an upside down world where nothing
       made sense, and the very air carried a sense of violence and
       hatred. Michael was rushed by several nightmarish creatures,
       their ever expanding jaws threatening to engulf him in a sea of
       teeth. Michael's gauntlets revved up and a flurry of blades,
       chains, hammers and axes dispatched of the monsters. But Michael
       was battered and bruised at the end of the encounter. Never
       before had he fought such ferocious foes, and all at once. One
       arm was certainly broken, and one of his gauntlets was
       threatening to meltdown. A new batch of monsters appeared around
       a gradually shifting boulder. They had heard the commotion and
       smelled Michael's weakness.
       Michael knew that he had to take flight, and his boots carried
       him deftly over the planet's surface, the hounds of hell swiftly
       at his feet. One lashed out and left a dark red gash in
       Michael's back. He bit back the pain and sped up. Suddenly, part
       of the ground gave way, and Michael plummeted into an abyss. The
       last sight he saw was the outsider looking down on him. This was
       his world, and Michael did not belong.
       ~
       Michael woke up with a fright, and sweat would have been pouring
       down his face if not for the grafted mask. Looking around
       frantically, he found that he was in the same demolished and
       charred building as before he went under. A rather lovely sight
       compared to where had just been. The alien could be seen in
       distance, watching several soldiers claw at their burning faces.
       Michael then turned his attention to his own body, which
       mercifully had been left intact. His gauntlets even read normal.
       So it was all a dream? or.. something? Michael vaguely recalled
       the encounter that led up to the flush into black. Flashes of a
       hand, and an alien symbol embedded into flesh. Michael staggered
       to his feet, and almost fell over except, his hand caught on an
       invisible wall. Confused, Michael ran his hand across the space
       in front of him, giving him the impression of a dome around him.
       After that brief mime performance, Michael placed his arms to
       the side of the domes and vented his gauntlets, dispelling the
       dome of air.
       Michael quietly analyzed the situation as he approached the
       alien from behind. The zoom of his bionic eye allowed him to
       observe the three snipers in great detail. He even recognized
       one of them by name due to previous exploits in Russia. Romanov
       was a tool and lacked conviction. Michael wasn't quite impressed
       with his deployment here either. Quite conspicuous of placements
       to the untrained eye really. Which made it impressive that the
       alien didn't seem to need Michael to point them out for him.
       Michael steadily and calmly lowered to a crouch, in hopes of not
       sparking a premature pull of their triggers. His palms went face
       down on the concrete, and nanites discreetly infected the ground
       below them. Michael's eyes glared in the direction of the
       snipers, waiting for the right moment, or at least hoping that
       he'd know what the right moment was, as dazed as he was from the
       nightmare moments before.
       In a corner near the outsider, a toy sized sculpt of a two men
       rose from the ground, and a wall rose in front of them. Michael
       hoped the alien would understand the gesture.
       #Post#: 355074--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Dying World and Beyond
       By: Demonreach Date: December 10, 2013, 1:08 am
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       In fact, the unnamed assailant was a bit surprised at the mans
       quick recovery, possibly holding on to the panic. It was odd,
       that someone would want to repress an emotion of any sort. But
       the alien's attitude towards such things were rather biased and
       he had ceased that line of thought. He wasn't a simple creature
       and understood the complexities of another creatures habits. He
       had tracked his monster for days, trying to figure out something
       to their pattern, but it all made little sense. As if they were
       driven by something distracted. Or there simply was no pattern,
       which he didn't think that was the case. Shaking his head
       slightly to rid himself of these thoughts, he felt the earth
       around him move and frowned, turning towards the man.
       He was crouched, metal-wrapped hands holding the earth. From the
       outsider's peripheral's, he could see the two 'men' that were
       being formed from the earth by the smaller metal pieces. While
       he couldn't see them, he could feel the disturbances they caused
       in the air and in the earth. Which was mostly how he sensed
       anything, really. He could see perfectly, but coming to this
       world with its bright and vibrant colors, he had closed the
       first three layers of eyelids that helped shade the eyes and
       prevent any dust or various other debris to fall into them and
       upset them.
       Noticing the formation of a wall as he turned back around, he
       smiled slightly. The danger wasn't much of a problem, he
       thought, if they were too cowardly to come out for themselves.
       At least the others were brave enough to face him. Shaking his
       head, making an awkward tsking noise as he bade the new ally to
       his feet. He was growing tired of this stand-off and would be
       leaving, as he had better things to do. While he was thankful
       for the mans help, he didn't want the extra body. Especially
       when its an unknown. He waved a bit over his shoulder as he
       walking away.
       He heard it before he felt it.
       A boomstick.
       He felt the projectile hit his lower back and right calf, though
       the latter was more of a graze.
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       Romanov hadn't expected Michael to react quite so hastily, which
       was why the man was still standing. The agent hadn't bothered to
       give the clear to fire, as he wasn't their main target. He
       focused back on the odd man.
       The unknown creature was so comfortable, standing there. It made
       his stomach knot up with hate.
       How could something so casually make itself comfortable in
       Russia? Especially after done so much to fuck it up? He shook
       his head, which was right about the time the man moved.
       He heard his comrades curse and looked through his scope,
       watching as he turned away from Michael and started to talk.
       "Fire." He ordered.
       As soon as the word died on his lips, he squeezed the trigger.
       He heard two more gunshots barely seconds away from his.
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       His eyes picked out the directions of the sounds, noticing the
       curls of smoke in the air; though barely and even as he saw
       them, they dissipated altogether.
       All three objects had passed through his body, which he had
       pushed the blood away from almost immediately using soft
       currents of air and water to help as wall. He didn't want to
       pass out from the loss of the pale-red liquid, especially when
       there was danger about.
       Having memorized where the boomsticks had originated, he pulled
       gravity away from himself until he was hovering about two foot
       off the ground. He focused on the gravity of the three buildings
       and increased said gravity by pulling the gravity from fifty
       yards around it. The buildings, having been close to the blown
       up one, had suffered from said explosion and the explosion of
       the helicopter, were already pretty shaky and the increased
       pressure pushed the weakened metal until it broke and the
       buildings came tumbling down, slowly, inevitably. He stopped to
       watch the resulting crash with a small measure of glee.
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