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Post by lordtovel on Aug 28, 2011 12:38:22 GMT -5
"Looks like a bunch of mexican gang members closing in on a very outlandish figure. In fact, that figure meets the description of our guy." EX-37 watched as the man drew a sword and started hacking and blinking in and out of the crowd of angry mobsters. In less than two minutes, to his horror, they were all dead, and the man was already moving again. "Hey, no offence to you or anything, but you're a lot more frail than me; you may be immortal, but that guy looks like he could fuck you up. Tactically, we should move in from a distance, and try to disarm him. You can try talking to him first if you want, but, he looks dangerous and that looked bad. Shit, you know what, how about a flash grenade?" The strange tendril-like substance that EX-37 called his second skin, or sometimes his Suit form, came to the fore.
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Post by Faolannus on Aug 28, 2011 12:55:16 GMT -5
By the time EX-37 had finished talking Imortallus had already set up the autopilot and was heading towards the tail end of the ship. As it made it's second strafe and waited for approach. "Ah that's where you have no clue where how much I can truly withstand. No point waisting eternity with caution." With that he leaped from the ship with an over dramatic back flip, his kilt some how staying in the proper place to not reveal anything. As he landed, he skidded to a halt relatively close to the man. "Greetings."
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Post by lordtovel on Aug 28, 2011 13:04:21 GMT -5
EX-37, now in his Suit form, grabbed his quarterstaff and gun trunk, jumping out, he grew wings (made of the same tendrils as the rest of his second skin) out of his back instantly. he flew by landing next to Immortallus, wings retracting back into his body. he wanted to see what this man C'celus would do next.
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Post by lordtovel on Aug 28, 2011 13:11:00 GMT -5
"Why do all of you insects keep getting in my w-" C'celus stopped midsentence. he felt magic in the one who spoke, and although he felt no magic, and in fact a complete magical void in the alien-looking being next to the kilted man, this was still a vast improvement. "You know magic. I can feel it. Perhaps you can help me. I am looking for a monster. An immortal one that is rage given physical form. It escaped from me when I got here. I must kill it. And maybe you can explain to me this horrible place."
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Post by Faolannus on Aug 28, 2011 13:21:03 GMT -5
"Well depends on what you're looking for, but you do have to pay for the lives you took." Taking a few steps forward and grinned. "I am Immortallus of the Sraith, sworn protector of the human race. You, my friend are under arrest."
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Post by lordtovel on Aug 28, 2011 14:48:35 GMT -5
"So, you get in my way after all..." C'celus began drawing Mortalbane, the very act that EX-37 had been waiting for. he threw a flash grenade while simultaneously growing a wing to cover Immortallus's eyes from the flash. his wing retracted swiftly after the flash dispersed, and he quickly ran towards C'celus, ducking under a blind sword swing and delivering a powerful uppercut, that sent C'celus back several yards. C'celus teleported before he hit the ground, several feet further back. He got up, and looked directly at EX-37, his eyes glowing bright purple. "Abomination, you will die a very slow and terrible death. If i had not put up that magical barrier in time, that could have killed me, I will give you props for that. but I will not die at the hands of a creature who is incapable of utilizing the High Art!" "High Art? I don't know anything about that, that's something my friend would know. now if you just come along peacefully, I won't have to hurt you... much."
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Post by Faolannus on Aug 28, 2011 15:11:35 GMT -5
"Hey, Suit, let me handle this one. It's been a while since I've had fun." He cracked his knuckles and loosened the muscles in his neck. "Honestly magic shouldn't be used as a crutch, it'll be your down fall."
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Post by lordtovel on Aug 28, 2011 16:00:27 GMT -5
"Then magic I will not use, but," C'celus teleported directly in front of Immortallus, sheathed his sword, and took on a bizarre fighting stance, "you will regret your decision, as your race is quite inferior."
Suit went to his gun box and sat down on it, watching intently.
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Post by Faolannus on Aug 28, 2011 16:33:42 GMT -5
Going to a basic boxing stance. "Well that depends if you're comparing to me to the normal mortals. I'm from Tuathai de Dannan, the last of that line of immortals. So be warned." Leaping into battle, Immortallus attempts to punch C'celus. Teleporting out of the way, Immortallus leaves a small man sized crater in C'celus's wake.
C'celus swiftly came from behind, a true aim for Immortallus's kidney, but as the fist grazed the celt's skin he was already turning around with a back fist. Squaring the man's jaw and launching him.
"Come on you think you're the first guy who's tried similar tactics like that? I'm ancient as hell."
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Post by lordtovel on Aug 28, 2011 17:17:28 GMT -5
"well, now you are different. one more of those is about all I am willing to take." C'celus' form flickered for a moment, then in a rapid volley he completely vanished dozens of rapid perfectly placed shots rained down on Immortalus, who blocked only a few successfully. noting that punches from the right arm were slightly slower and hurt more that one from Immortallus caught C'celus by the right arm suddenly, and smashed him into the ground, then throwing him. C'celus bounced of the ground, skiding and rolling across it for about fifty feet, getting up he realized he was bleeding from several places and could feel a few broken bones. This is a test, I must not lose to this man... His eyes began glowing purple, he rushed forward teleport straight up repeatedly gaining more and more distance straight up, his right arm sucked in massive amounts of magical energy from the rest of his body, as he purposely pumped it into the arm. when at sufficient height he allowed gravity to take control, reserving only enough magic to protect his body from effects of gravity and the collision, and then came down towards Immortallus. "Fuck!" yelled EX-37, who quickly pulled out a gun that he had modified for slowing down high speed targets, and began shooting at C'celus. "Stop! Don't kill him!" Immortallus yelled as he teared his arms into the earth and pulling up a massive chunk to use as a barrier. C'celus had felt three sudden impacts, slowing him down drastically, he felt light headed but he couldn't think straight anymore. His strike was coming too fast, and his fist was growing loose. The earth barrier his enemy had put in his way shattered as his right arm made contact and he felt himself making contact with his enemy before he faded from consciousness. Immortallus had only took a strike to his left arm, but the cut was deep, which surprised him, as a punch shouldn't cut normally. He had escaped relatively unharmed. C'celus on the other hand, needed immidiate medical attention.
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Post by Faolannus on Aug 28, 2011 18:45:25 GMT -5
Immortallus chuckled as he looked at his bleeding arm. "The bloody bastard actually cut me. Not bad. Hey ex...grab the med kit from the ship it should only be about a kilometer from here. This kid is gonna need immediate medical attention. Oh and get the cold iron chains with the silver runes on them just in case." He knelt down and tore a piece of fabric from his kilt revealing a metallic pleat beneath the top layer. He wrapped up his arm and looked around for any surviving civilians.
He sat down and and took out a small book from his sporran. "Hmmm lets see...it should only take a cat. five ritual to suppress that magic...but what bugs me is he never used his sword."
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Post by Faolannus on Aug 28, 2011 20:04:34 GMT -5
Aboard the Satellite Feachatur, Immortallus looked over a data pad as he watched after C'celus's medical recovery. "Well lad, you should be good in a few days." Unsure if he was awake yet Immortallus walked closer. The bindings on the man's wrist held him to a vertical table as IV's and moniters kept his vitals regular. The ground beneath him was a druidic suppression circle that would disallow most people from using magic.
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Post by lordtovel on Aug 28, 2011 20:30:33 GMT -5
Men in business suits and scientists examined the scene of a collision between at least two supers. vehicles that had the symbol of the ouroboros were scattered everywhere. "EX-37 is assumed to be involved, but we have no samples of him here, so if he was here he was uninjured. We do however have numerous samples of one super and a single sample of another. We will send them to the labs for detailing and duplication," said a scientist to one of the men in business suits. "Good, unfortunate that we can't get more fresh samples for the EX-37 line, but oh well. This'll just have to do for now."
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Post by Faolannus on Aug 29, 2011 0:06:09 GMT -5
Immortallus prepped a spot on C'celus's arm preparing to take a blood culture. "Sedatives should be wearing off soon." He stuck the needle down deep in the man's skin. "Okay, lad, this might give u a warm tingling feeling, but I need to make sure you're not getting an infection...not every super human is immune to those. hehehe."
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Post by lordtovel on Aug 29, 2011 17:35:24 GMT -5
C'celus came to, his surrounding coming into sharp focus within moments. his eyes locked on Immortallus. "What have you done to me? Why have you spared my life? where I come from that is a grave insult to let your opponent live."
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