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- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- aeneas,
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- blin,
- buffy summers,
- captain kirk,
- castiel,
- claire redfield,
- danny phantom,
- dean winchester,
- demon alessa,
- gauron,
- indiana jones,
- kate beckett,
- leon s. kennedy,
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- matrim cauthon,
- matt olsen,
- nanoha,
- pixie,
- red devil,
- reinforce zwei,
- rhiow,
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- shadow the hedgehog,
- son of satan,
- static,
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- zelda and sheik
The Challenge From Beyond - Regroup
You're the ones who are good enough (or lucky) enough to be close to Escherville. You've had the good fortune to be scooped up and now you need to regroup and get ready to take on the Nightmare King himself. Time to reorganize and gear up as best you can with what you've got. The Nightmare King isn't going to wait for you.
Get moving.
((OOC: This is for the various groups/peoples who will be fighting the Nightmare King directly or assisting in that endeavor. If your character was in one of the Challenge from Beyond Groups, tag them in here! Feel free to do some tagging back and forth and enjoy yourselves. Please get tagged in by Tuesday night, March 2nd though, so we can get the Final Fight properly organized. ))
Get moving.
((OOC: This is for the various groups/peoples who will be fighting the Nightmare King directly or assisting in that endeavor. If your character was in one of the Challenge from Beyond Groups, tag them in here! Feel free to do some tagging back and forth and enjoy yourselves. Please get tagged in by Tuesday night, March 2nd though, so we can get the Final Fight properly organized. ))
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"What do you think would happen, in a situation such as this, if one's greatest fear was oneself?"
Typical Seer. Answer a question with a riddle.
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Well. No more needed to be said. To be honest, Alessa did feel a tiny pang of concern for Roxie, which was why Alessa afforded a second glance at the girl's body. Would this happen to her if she became consumed by the thirst of demons and inevitability? Would she be afforded such a swift death?
No, not likely. There were too many waiting for her to slip up. She could see how ready some were to end her. For that reason, Alessa would fight until the bitter end. Her death would not be a quiet one like this.
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"Nice to meet ye again, Cargn. With flesh, no less."
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Looking back down at Roxie's body, he speaks again.
"Do hurry up, child. We have more pressing matters to attend to."
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"It is time to go," he said.
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"Yes, that's right," she said, giving one last look at the girl crumpled on the floor. "We should be going soon."
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An oily-black liquid starts dripping from its eyes (http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w285/BloodyJess/bloody_tears.jpg) and ears and nose and mouth.
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She was watching Roxie now. Was she still a Cho?
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It's rather icky.
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Alessa took a breath. "You are right. She did know. Let us go forward then."
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Truthfully, she just wanted to make sure Roxie wasn't a threat to the crew: they might kill her then.
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"Yes," he said dead-pan. Leaving her there was exactly what he was saying. Roxie was stronger than she appeared, stronger than many of them--perhaps--realized. If she survived her ordeal, Castiel was certain she would catch up. "Unless you would prefer to wait for more people to end up like her," he added before turning away from the group and heading straight for Escherville itself.
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THE EVENING AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD SHALL COME , Roxie says, mouth twisting around an impossible three-toned voice. THE CHILDREN OF THE EARTH SHALL WAR IN HEAVEN. ALL SHALL SUFFER ON THE WHEEL. ONE SHALL WRITE IN THE BOOK. ALL SHALL SUFFER ON THE WHEEL. THE ALL-SELF SHALL WRITE IN THE BOOK.
And then a shudder wracks her, holes through her chest wheezing black slime, and she coughs violently. Hurk, hurk—she collapses on her side and vomits up twitching white things, somewhere between half-developed organs and tumors and mutated crustaceans.
And then she collapses on her back again, though now her eyes are open, and her mouth is feebly wheezing for air. Her skin is crusted black all over, half-formed with lizardlike scales, somewhere between necrosis and mutation. At the cracks silver runes shine through, as though carved into her skin.
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That was probably monumentally stupid, but he had had enough of this. This display was only slowing them down. Besides, his worst nightmare was himself, infected, and he managed to beat that. He wasn't as worried if Roxie's nightmare infected him.
"Listen, whatever the hell is going on with her, she'll have to get over it en route.
"Seer, you're with me. Everyone else, stop gawking, go see Nanoha for your assignments, and do one last check of your gear. There's a God who needs his ass kicked, and in five minutes, we move out to do so."
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"I'm going to the Captain like Nanoha already requested of me," Alessa said icily. "If you want to order people around, do it to them. Anyone with half a brain might actually pay attention to what Roxie was saying in the first place, but really, this shouldn't be such a big surprise to me."
And Alessa walked over to Kirk. This had been enough time wasted, and she figured she better start focusing on the preservation of the crew and not her growing disgust with how people reacted all day.
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First at everyone's reaction to Roxie (because really, that was just funny to him), and then at the gall Leon had at ordering him like he was some Imperial Guard recruit.
It simply struck him amusing that an Adeptus Arbites equivalent would have the courage to order any Space Marine, let alone a member of the Chamber Militant of the Ordo Malleus.
"Let me make one thing clear, Mr. Kennedy, before we proceed," he says, the amused look fading slightly. "I have fought the forces of the Daemonic for nearly eight centuries. I know how they fight. I know how they think. And I know how to beat them."
"Therefore, if I give any command during this operation, it is not a suggestion. It is not even an order. It is something that absolutely must be done, should you wish this battle to end favorably."
"Do I make myself clear?"
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She stepped forward almost between them and summoned a subtle use of Voice. "Please. The two of you are going to need to get along and be flexible if we are to be victorious." The Voice resonated on frequencies inaudible to humans. The targets, assuming they were not specifically trained to resist it, would feel a compulsion, an entirely unconscious insistence that she was right and they should do exactly what she said.
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