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Post by frozenlake on Oct 21, 2016 10:18:27 GMT -8
Charles looked up at Raz taking off into the sky, before recollecting the form of the golden wings on his back, them unfolding and sending him skyward.
On his way up, he looks to his sword, it vanishing at a thought, before he focuses on something else. Something that Raz, and thus the Scourge wouldn't know all that much about. After a moment, several cloudy forms of the weapon shift into reality, before overlaying together to make the whole.
And with the fusion of multiple versions completed, a name is thought of, and chosen, as the cloud layer is broken.
Charles lifts the [Mad Scientist's Swiss Army Egg Beater] up, prepared for battle.
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Post by powerkitten on Oct 21, 2016 10:50:09 GMT -8
The technopathic limeblood focused his energy, drawing his disused innate abilities to the surface once more. He began sending bursts of energy over the techno-mechanic spectrum, his powers regaining their strength as the atrophy fades away. His goal was simple; to yank control of the materialized warships away from the Scourge. Any he manages to take control of are immediately refocused towards clearing a path up to the scourge.
Meanwhile, having total control of the giant robot he's possessed, Sponge blasts off to join Raz's squad. After strapping the impossibly powerful rifle to his back, he draws a pair of Blazing Pistols and begins trying to clear a path with them.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 21, 2016 10:53:04 GMT -8
Thoraine looks up, a tear streaking down from one eye. Turbulent emotions are welling up within them. Despite this, they are focused on their objective. They prepare to ascend...
Sethpulchritude Jake leaps up and takes flight with his ethereal wings, not even shuddering from carrying the chain chomp up with him. It helps to have a couple Seths on dedicated lifting duty. He keeps up with the group quite well.
Rid, still protecting Medi high above, waits for the party to reach their altitude before resuming ascent, still holding Medi and the all-shield. His wings push against the strained air as stray azure feathers float down gracefully from his wings.
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Post by metreu on Oct 21, 2016 15:35:27 GMT -8
Clear waves her hand.
"Go."
The three knights nod and dash off into the sky.
Aaron keeps her rifle trained on the scourge above along with Dumas's cannon retacles.
Sartana draws his sword, covered in a blue magic, and stays ahead of the two other knights, leading their charge.
"Alright, Lunar Knights, Let's make our last mission count!"
"FOR WHITE WALL!"
Clear stand below among the torn up ground. She turns to any scrap she can find and slowly starts to piece together one last thing...
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Post by lunarLunatic on Oct 22, 2016 17:28:27 GMT -8
Despite the heavy weight that figuratively weighs down upon them, Thoraine nevertheless takes to the skies; keeping close to Raz's group.
There were more important things to worry about.
Medi seems to be incredibly conflicted as well...What could she even do against whatever was up there? Now that her initial plan had come to a screeching halt, she has no idea what should come next.
But things will come when they come, she guesses.
"What should I do..."
But asking always helps.
Lambda shows no sign of stopping with her guns. What kind of sorcery...
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Post by togetic on Nov 8, 2016 4:43:04 GMT -8
Kek shrugs and shoots off after the rest of the crew, fairly sure wherever they're going is more interesting than sitting around. Besides, the scourge-staff remains unused.
W-Golem and the avian twins follow suit, having both very little self preservation and very little sense of individuality.
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Post by powerkitten on Nov 9, 2016 20:14:35 GMT -8
RN swoops back down, scanning over the crater for a sign of his only extant teammate.
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Post by metreu on Nov 15, 2016 19:17:38 GMT -8
Clear's body flickers, her essence holding on as she continues to try and create her physical body. She was a mere ghost at the moment, but the data she was funneling though her spirit was slowly producing a body.
"...I pray for your safety... all of you..."
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