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Post by xinrick on Nov 3, 2014 18:30:37 GMT -6
(I have a feeling...but I'm worried about what that feeling pertains to) The shadow kept moving along the forest, catching a little sight of...something, before disappearing and making sure it wasn't seen or felt.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 18:31:48 GMT -6
(Not gonna spoil it, but I will say that the beings of this world, so close to magic, are going to have to be very careful around this beast.) The creature raised its face upwards to the sky, a low humming coming from it before its neck snapped around to a seemingly random direction. It stood up to its full height, standing at just over eight feet tall with its hands at its knees with long talons another half foot extending from them. It began walking towards the source of energy it felt, such a large concentration was sure to feed it well. (So it's either like Tirek or an Anti-Tirek.)
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Post by dannylamb456 on Nov 3, 2014 18:38:58 GMT -6
Express shivered a little, the fact that there was enough latent magic in the air to the point where she could actually feel it scared her. "Buck... Dan, let's get out of here." She said, drawing one of her Glock 22s and passing one to Dan. The latter checked the chamber, strapping the fake Serro to his back and keeping his weapon drawn.
"Just so you know, dear, I'm not really allowed to be using guns here." Dan began but was interrupted.
"I don't care, Danny, the law isn't important if you're going to die." Express retorted, her own Glock readied as she dragged Dan away from the party and towards her father's residence.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 19:37:35 GMT -6
(I have a feeling...but I'm worried about what that feeling pertains to) The shadow kept moving along the forest, catching a little sight of...something, before disappearing and making sure it wasn't seen or felt. The Ork Kruisa hardly shined in the Badlands, its grubby coat of paint and filth preventing any sort of shine. A huge amount of dust had risen around it, and the ship's land journey was well documented by the huge drag mark it had behind it.
"Boss!" A Boy shouted, running up to Captain SmashSkull, who turned around and said, "What do ya need, Boy?" "Da engines ain't workin'!" The Boy said before being punched. "When I need someork to tell me Da engines ain't workin', I'll ask a Mekboy, you puny little Squig!" The Captain said angrily, and the Boy he had punched ran away with a black eye and a broken jaw. Turning around, SmashSkull began to move toward the engine area, ignoring the panicking Orks, Grots, and Snotlings around him.
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Post by xinrick on Nov 3, 2014 19:40:11 GMT -6
"This thing seems a bit old...whatever the hell it is." The pony says while grabbing the little container thing, still looking around the place. "Let's just hope nothing bad happens."
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 19:46:36 GMT -6
"This thing seems a bit old...whatever the hell it is." The pony says while grabbing the little container thing, still looking around the place. "Let's just hope nothing bad happens." (The Kruisa is over two-hundred feet long and is in the Changeling Territories... And the container is fifty-feet long, thirty feet wide, and ten-feet tall. How is any pony that isn't extremely versed in floating magic going to pick the container up?)
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Post by xinrick on Nov 3, 2014 19:47:32 GMT -6
(And I was supposed to know this how?)
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Post by Paladin on Nov 3, 2014 20:06:51 GMT -6
"Wait... you feel that?" asked the woman, who actually had a human head. She was known as the Miss-Match Spirit, and the name was true. She had lobster legs, a female human's head, a monkey tail, torso of a dragoness (Anthro), and wings of a raven. "Ah." No Face answered, nodding his head. "Come on, No Face. Let's just stick with the Pegasi." said Miss-Match.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 20:07:19 GMT -6
(And I was supposed to know this how?) (I posted the container's dimensions earlier. Sorry, though. Even so, I want to focus on the Orks.)
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Post by xinrick on Nov 3, 2014 20:09:36 GMT -6
(Let's focus on shit that I don't know a single clue about. And no, I'm not reading that giant wall of text, and if I wanted to I'd rather read My Little Dashie or Past Sin's again.) "Mind if I ask who in Tartarus you two are?" The mare pegasus asks worriedly, seeing weird creature and the spirit.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 20:09:53 GMT -6
"Wait... you feel that?" asked the woman, who actually had a human head. She was known as the Miss-Match Spirit, and the name was true. She had lobster legs, a female human's head, a monkey tail, torso of a dragoness (Anthro), and wings of a raven. "Ah." No Face answered, nodding his head. "Come on, No Face. Let's just stick with the Pegasi." said Miss-Match. The container still sat there.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 20:10:30 GMT -6
(Let's focus on shit that I don't know a single clue about. And no, I'm not reading that giant wall of text, and if I wanted to I'd rather read My Little Dashie or Past Sin's again.) "Mind if I ask who in Tartarus you two are?" The mare pegasus asks worriedly, seeing weird creature and the spirit. (Then I'll explain as we go. Compromise?)
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Post by Paladin on Nov 3, 2014 20:13:35 GMT -6
"Well, I'm the Miss-Match Spirit. Just call me Miss-Match." said Miss-Match, "This is No Face, and the name reins true. He's got a mouth under the 'mask,' though." "Ah..." said No Face, finishing a sweater and giving it to Miss-Match. "Thank you, darling." "Eh?" asked No Face. "He wants to know who you are, and what this container is." said Miss-Match.
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Post by xinrick on Nov 3, 2014 20:16:14 GMT -6
(Well first you want the ponies to figure out what's inside, but frankly the dimensions you said how are they able to do that. Plus the whole Warhammer thing, which is alright given the RP, I still don't have the slightest clue about it at all. Haven't played the table top and computer game...and I don't intend on it...but I'll just role with it.)
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 20:16:41 GMT -6
"Well, I'm the Miss-Match Spirit. Just call me Miss-Match." said Miss-Match, "This is No Face, and the name reins true. He's got a mouth under the 'mask,' though." "Ah..." said No Face, finishing a sweater and giving it to Miss-Match. "Thank you, darling." "Eh?" asked No Face. "He wants to know who you are, and what this container is." said Miss-Match. (Miss-Match was the old woman, right?) The whining noise began to die down.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 20:17:27 GMT -6
(Well first you want the ponies to figure out what's inside, but frankly the dimensions you said how are they able to do that. Plus the whole Warhammer thing, which is alright given the RP, I still don't have the slightest clue about it at all. Haven't played the table top and computer game...and I don't intend on it...but I'll just role with it.) (Thanks. I'll do my absolute best to explain as things go on.)
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Post by xinrick on Nov 3, 2014 20:26:08 GMT -6
(Alright...but how are they supposed to open it when it's huge by what you said) "Well....that makes a little bit of sense." The mare says with a little frown. "The names Blade Wing." The stallion says while trying to figure out the container. "I'm Silver Wing." The other pegasus says with a nod. "And I'm Kinder Spirit." The mare says with a little nod. "And we're all ponies, pegasi to be exact." She says, still being tentative about it all.
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Post by dannylamb456 on Nov 3, 2014 20:27:50 GMT -6
As the entire fiasco was going on, both Daniel and Express had stopped by a bunker in the Everfree along the way to get to the source of the latent magic, mostly because of Express's fear and curiousity along with Dan's desire to whack something with the makeshift weapon or kill something for once alongside his comrade instead. The two had picked up a pair of Ruger Mini Thirtys and two additional magazines per person and for Express, a logger's axe.
"Keep close to me, Dan. I don't think what there's friendly." Express mentioned, her Thirty readied. Daniel nodded and followed behind his friend, rifle pointed at the ground as he kept his head on a swivel throughout the trek towards the strange magic sources.
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Post by Paladin on Nov 3, 2014 20:28:40 GMT -6
(No, that was Zeniba, Yubaba's twin sister. Also, if you're responding to two people, Shadow, please keep it under the same quote. It saves space.) "Heya." said Miss-Match. She looked at the large crate, and popped her knuckles. "Hang on, I think No Face and I will be able to open this. Ready, Face?" "Ah..." said No Face, reaching out and grabbing the crate.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 20:30:22 GMT -6
(Alright...but how are they supposed to open it when it's huge by what you said) "Well....that makes a little bit of sense." The mare says with a little frown. "The names Blade Wing." The stallion says while trying to figure out the container. "I'm Silver Wing." The other pegasus says with a nod. "And I'm Kinder Spirit." The mare says with a little nod. "And we're all ponies, pegasi to be exact." She says, still being tentative about it all. (No, that was Zeniba, Yubaba's twin sister. Also, if you're responding to two people, Shadow, please keep it under the same quote. It saves space.) "Heya." said Miss-Match. She looked at the large crate, and popped her knuckles. "Hang on, I think No Face and I will be able to open this. Ready, Face?" "Ah..." said No Face, reaching out and grabbing the crate. (If you mean the container, the doors were blasted open from the outside before it crashed. As for the Kruisa, simply getting near it will get the Orks to investigate...) The container's whining noise finally stopped entirely, relieving everyone's ears of that annoying sound.
SmashSkull ignored the fighting around him, and the fact that some of his Boyz were actually killing each other. He didn't care- it was all in their kultur. As an Ork, you had to kill to make it to the top, or you'd only be crushed. The captain progressed through scrap hallway after scrap hallway, fight after fight, dead Grot and Snotling after dead Grot and Snotling. He could hear the frantic cries of the Mekboyz that were desperately trying to get the engines to function, pouring all their effort into it.
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Post by xinrick on Nov 3, 2014 20:34:06 GMT -6
"At least the noise is gone..." He sighs out a little bit. "Be careful..." Blade Wing says to them gently.
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Post by Paladin on Nov 3, 2014 20:36:37 GMT -6
"Face'll be fine..." Miss-Match said, pulling her door the best she could, while No Face did the same. While Miss-Match had a pained expression, No Face seemed unmoved by the pulling.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 20:38:18 GMT -6
"At least the noise is gone..." He sighs out a little bit. "Be careful..." Blade Wing says to them gently. "Face'll be fine..." Miss-Match said, pulling her door the best she could, while No Face did the same. While Miss-Match had a pained expression, No Face seemed unmoved by the pulling. The thing creaked and groaned a bit, and it did start moving a little.
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Post by xinrick on Nov 3, 2014 20:40:06 GMT -6
"That doesn't mean you'll be alright..." Kinder Spirit frowns a little. "At least it moved..." Blade Wing says with a little nod.
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Post by Paladin on Nov 3, 2014 20:43:07 GMT -6
Miss-Match and No Face kept pulling, until they finally opened the crate to where it was fully opened. "Ah, ah... eh." said No Face.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 20:43:50 GMT -6
Miss-Match and No Face kept pulling, until they finally opened the crate to where it was fully opened. "Ah, ah... eh." said No Face. (Uh... The doors the thing had to enter it were already open...)
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Post by dannylamb456 on Nov 3, 2014 20:44:58 GMT -6
Dan and Express kept watch over the situation, their guns trained on the strange, alien beings. Dan groaned as he saw the giant wreck of a ship, though it might as well have been a scrap pile. "Fuck me, I think I know that machine from somewhere. Eagle, you keep behind me for this." Dan said, still watching the situation. He had a pretty xenophobic streak but the sight of an Ork had turned the slight streak into a full on hate.
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Post by xinrick on Nov 3, 2014 20:46:07 GMT -6
"What's inside?" Blade Wing asks honestly.
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Post by Paladin on Nov 3, 2014 20:48:01 GMT -6
(Shadow, you said it creaked and moved. That was it.) "Don't know. Maybe some new body parts for me to use..." said Miss Match, feeling her legs beginning to wear thin. "Or some food for No Face." "Ah? Ah." said No Face, his mouth licking its lips.
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Post by sotn on Nov 3, 2014 20:48:56 GMT -6
Dan and Express kept watch over the situation, their guns trained on the strange, alien beings. Dan groaned as he saw the giant wreck of a ship, though it might as well have been a scrap pile. "Fuck me, I think I know that machine from somewhere. Eagle, you keep behind me for this." Dan said, still watching the situation. He had a pretty xenophobic streak but the sight of an Ork had turned the slight streak into a full on hate. The ship looked like a typical Ork one- crude, filthy, and downright eccentric. "WHAT?!" SmashSkull roared, enraged. "Sorry, Boss," Mekboy ToolHead said, terrified. "But the engines are gone! We can't get them fixed unless we find some replacements!" SmashSkull was breathing heavily, trying to not explode in fury. In spite of his anger, he knew that ToolHead was a valuable asset, and losing him would be a very bad thing. The Captain breathed out, shaking with anger. "Fine." He spat out, aggravated.
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