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Whuh? Huh?
Post by Greater Angelus suppressed by a moderator.
Should we continue the story or...? Idk if some action should be taken with the whole allegations things, as it seems both confusing and shocking someone to just go out and send it out on the rmb.
Idk, this being on the RMB just makes me really uncomfortable being on this site. Like what's the point of this?
Dutch Gensokyo, Shinsukyo, Slashukyo, and Chamazak
Post by Apidaeus suppressed by a moderator.
My apologies, I surpressed it, you can report things to admin by clicking the date/post time. Cause pretty sure this is a bannable offense
Thanks for taking care of that, it was pretty unpleasant.
British Gensokyo, Latin Gensokyo, and Apidaeus
Funny, I see no Getting Help report with all this alleged evidence. The ONLY place such serious accusations belong is to the mods via the Getting Help page, not for some random flamebait on the RMB.
If you need help finding where to make your report, my obnoxiously bright orange name to the left will take you right to it.
Greater Angelus, Kanna Kamui, Lorenial, Albinistan, and 7 othersMaidens, Nihon Daiisuki Cartoons, Ghroth, Shinsukyo, Chamazak, Accursed Sarnath, and Apidaeus
Thank you for handling it. My apologies if I ended up making things worse by replying to the person who did said accusations. The fact that someone did that was really unnecessary.. but I think it's not worth replying to their flamebait, either.
Well, back to our regularly scheduled programming!
Kharzal: [Helps Vitale to his feet, moving him towards a side room where she lets him collapse into an old but comfortable armchair. She makes her way to a cabinet, taking out an empty cup as well as two jars filled with vaguely flesh-colored contents. Muttering in Ämärangnä, she waves her hand over the jars - several tendrils of unidentifiable composition snake of their own accord into the cup while she pours hot water over them. Kharzal makes a fist, and a squelching can be heard as the liquid changes color to bright crimson and a slight metallic tang wafts through the air. She brings the cup to Vitale, blowing the steam gently from its surface] Drink, friend. This will revive you somewhat. [In her mind, she relays Vitale's message to Ligeia] Procure anything you can find on this...crystal woman.
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[The white worm undulates within its pool as Ligeia acquiesces. Cautiously, tendrils of thought snake through the in-between, seeking out the veiled lady, sifting through shards and crystal remnants, poking and prodding.]
Kanna Kamui, Lorenial, Daikosankai, and Ghroth
OOC: Horrah for that then!
As the hyrda's and the red dawn airships make their way towards the lorenial Fleet, the shield finally covered all axis's of the fleet's perimeter, with the remaining f14 pilots cursing under their breath as their comrades bought them time to barely get in to the shield.
The admiral of the fleet looks on the situation at hand. The Angelans could outran their fighters, the carrier only had fourth generation fighters, with only one squadron of their only equipped with the ADF's.... They need to get to friendly airspace, that shield isn't infinite afterall.
"Sir only 30% of our air power is airborne. We'd have a tough time getting them all up in the air as the shield limit's their movement." One of the aides said.
They needed time, and with the recon satellite their LDC friend gave them, time is exactly what they need. "Get Usteo squadron's planes up and ready," He huffs.
Taking a look on the satellite footage once more, he barks out. "And Get me info on that plane that passed our sensors, we need all the edge we can get if we're gonna survive this."
As it does rather than a image of the woman,it featured nothing but the reflection of the one searching. The shards dissipate and fall, as if it neither existed in this world, or as if erased between the memories of those which seen it. A mild tinge of pain can be seen affecting ligeia, not outright pain, but it was akin to one being pricked by a rose, as one picked up from the garden.
As these all happen, Nol was bearing down on Lia's location. The director has been pinging their location as they have been kiting the fleshcrafter, who is still chasing them, falling exactly where they need to go. Lia on the other hand was clueless on all this, but with the director here, all she could do was fire her pistol at the ravaging lunatic chasing them. Each bullet was getting closer to hitting the fleshcrafter, as she adjusted her aim with every miss with her programming.
Greater Angelus and The worldwide chaos insurgency
[Admiral Calarin stands amidst a chaotic scene of blaring alarms, overlapping shouted orders, and navy personnel running this way and that. His eyes remain fixed on the holographic display at the center of the bridge, showing the Hydra fighters peeling off as the V2s unload their torpedo barrage upon the Lorenial shield.]
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[Amidst the carnage in Teles, dozens of Angelan infantry are pinned down by suppressing fire from a half-destroyed residential apartment as the Maurian army makes its desperate last stand against the invasion. At first, it seems as though the stalemate will hold, but within seconds a shadow passes over the block and the menacing form of an Angelan HALI gunship appears overhead, unleashing a barrage of machinegun fire into the building. From a smaller and more intact apartment across the square, Adrelina Calyré peers through the window at the massacre unfolding.]
Calyré: Is there nothing we can do?
[Across from her, Pharia takes a pull from his cigarette and shakes his head.]
Pharia: The moment we get involved in the moment the Sisterhood discovers we're still alive.
Calyré: I'm tired of hiding.
Pharia: So am I. But...the way I see it, they may even be justified at this point. The Maurians did assassinate the Prime Minister.
Calyré: Did they? You know someone in ISO was just dying for an excuse to annex Maura once and for all.
Pharia: Proof...proof... [A sour expression crosses his face - he looks exhausted and frustrated] We have no proof of anything. No proof that the Sisterhood masterminded the Jefferson Island attack, no proof they incited war with the Golden Spire crisis, and now no proof that they had anything to do with the Prime Minister's death. I just feel...helpless.
Calyré: Maybe we don't have to be. If we can't do anything about the Sisterhood, maybe we can at least save people right here, right now. [She stands up and extends a hand to Pharia] I'm going over there right now and getting those people out of the way of that HALI. You coming?
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[??? bears down on the Director and Lia, close enough to reach them, close enough to extend her arm, her combat knife ready to strike...]
As the torpedoes hit explosions racked as the air vibrated as the explosive force of the torpedoes racked the shield's density. Yet, as the smoke cleared out it held, cheers could be heard from the various personnel of the Lorenial Task force.
"Shield density is holding sir, although the barrage lowered our shield's by 10%, our mages on board can recharge the shield's power supply." One of the aides reported. Although it was a good omen that the shield held, it wasn't infinite by any means, the admiral thought. "How's the squadron's planes?"
"They'll be airborne in a few minutes, if we want to counter them sir- we'll have to remove our shields." The admiral nods, it was one of the faults of it in a way, while it stopped conventional and magical attacks from ever harming the fleet. It goes both ways, as from what he knew from the development of it...It was impossible to sustain a shield like that with how they are using it now, they'll need a constant source of a huge enough power source. As even now, they have to rely on batteries and on board mages to recharge and maintain the thing.
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A text comes from Pharia's phone. In it detailed a very precise instruction on how to make a emp device, below it was coordinates very near them...with the text saying "To even the odds, from the enemy of your enemy."
In space, the satellite above them moved away slowly, as within moments of the message sent. It forced itself to be pulled into the gravitational pull of the planet, engulfing itself in flames.
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The teddy bear jumps off as does Lia, with her jumping away from the fight as the director jumps forward, lounging at the fleshcrafter. "This is where your chase ends, pest." It said in its robotic voice, as the fleshcrafter stabs it's torso, feeling the teddy bear's insides from the fluff to the wires and mechanical parts. A tick could be heard as it implodes, self destructing as it held the fleshcrafter's foundation of escape with it's mechanical limbs.
Calarin: Have the V2s circle around back for another bombing run. We're getting through those shields one way or another.
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[A frightened Maurian soldier - a kid, barely old enough to be enlisted - clutching an archaic Type 50 leans through the windows of the nearly-demolished apartment building, aiming for the Angelan soldiers below - only to find herself staring into the lights of the HALI gunship. Its guns can be heard whirring, charging, less than a second before a hail of lead would crush the rest of her squad - before a blinding flash of light and an ear-piercing ring erupts through the square. The solider winces, then gazes in astonishment as the HALI powers down, its lights flickering, then shutting off, as it careens down towards the yelling Angelan troops and crashes in a torturous groan of metal with a deathly finality. From behind her, the soldier can hear an unfamiliar voice shouting for them to get out - Calyré emerges from an underground tunnel, directing the survivors out of the building.]
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[??? screams as its arm is torn to shreds as the teddy bear explodes - her upper torso collapses on the ground, clawing against the dirt as her eyes - Saveth's eyes - stare with unimaginable hate at the Director and Lia. Her gargled, bloody voice, snarling through the gore of her mouth, is murderous in its anger]
Filthy androids, mechanical abominations, you want to die, die, die, die, die, DIE!
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Kharzal: [Speaking to Vitale] The one responsible for this situation...for derailing our plans, sabotaging me, starting a war we cannot finish...I am ashamed to say is one of my own Sisters. Mother's Mouth. Her name is Amatheia. She outranks me, thus I cannot appeal to overrule her. Her talent lies not in combat, but in speech...I have seen her convince a father to kill his own son, a friend to torture his own friend...with glee, and willingly. Her puppets are everywhere, extensions of herself, to the point where even I cannot tell which one is her true self. [She sighs] I know you never signed up for our petty squabbles, and you have already sacrificed much for the Sisterhood. I do not blame you if you walk away. But for my own sake...for the sake of the right plan for Angelus, for the future...I will find her and stop her. [Behind her, Sarakkha growls softly, as though in agreement]
"Usteo squadron's planes are up and ready to go sir." One of the aides said, as he said that the shield got hit with another attack run. Inside, the vibrations in the air could be slightly felt.
"Good have them up and ready for the runway. Inform the pilots that they'll be up once the shield percentage lowers to half." He replies.
"Usteo squadron, get ready for combat. Air's gonna be a tight squeeze once you're up." An aide said through a speaker.
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Lia's voice becomes garbeled as her voice becomes muddled with her own and the director's voice. "Unfortunately, I've fixed that illogical order of yours...." Lia walked slowly, as she aimed her gun straight at the dying thing. Their eyes are emotionless as was the words that came out through their mouth.
"After all...we were never alive to begin with." Sounds of gunfire echoed through the air.
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As Nol's group arrive at the airspace of the coords, he texted a message to Zerise.
'What's your status?'
[Saveth/Amatheia brings her hand up to eye level as another one of her fingers seems to rot and fall away from her body - her expression changing into annoyance, her mind's eye still playing over that last image of Lia and the Director her puppet saw. She clenches a bloody fist - there would be nothing she would like better than to abandon the bunker and take care of the android herself, but she wills patience, promising to exact the most painful and grotesque revenge on Lia once the military operation is complete.]
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Zerise: We're at SSC HQ, the Belyana Building, about to meet with...the Acting Prime Minister. I...believe we're going to be sent to the Lorenial border. Nol, if there's something you want to do, you better do it fast.
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Calarin: Report.
Officer: Lorenial shields down to 60%.
Calarin: Once our fighters break through, open a line of communication to their flagship. We have to give one last chance for them to stand down and avoid bloodshed.
Officer: There's no way. We're right on their doorstep.
Calarin: I know. It's the Acting Prime Minister's orders. But if we can save even one more life...
Nol's group lands, surveying the battlefield, searching for both Lia and Sephynne. "All groups, find and secure both packages." He radios out.
Something happened here alright. They need to hurry, from the looks of things they're running out of time.
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"Shield's down to 40% sir. Our batteries won't hold long and our mages are getting fatigued over the constant power transfer.
"Launch Usteo squadron and have all aa batteries on standby, we're lowering the shield." One of the aides gulps, as orders stretch to different parts of the fleet.
"Usteo 1, to flight deck. We'll make em sure to send em packing." The leader says, as his instruments flare up. The sky was filled with sheets of metal, explosions wracking the shield. Not what he'd call the best flight scenario, but it sure as he** exciting.
OOC: howdy fellas I return from my hiatus, and see apparently someone did some.... thing... and im too scared to ask.)
Eldikar, Lorenial, Quozhang, and The Imperium of Humanity
OOC:i as well old friend i as well
OOC: I'm still here, just barely active as I used to back in the day.
(OOC: lol hello there bud
OOC: Hey there buddy.
What happened in my absence? Can someone explain? If it's too much of a public issue, a private chat would suffice.
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