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| Steel Cerberus | Jan 12 2014, 12:23 AM Post #1 | ||||||||||||
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Go for it, run towards it, dive in head first. Live life with no regrets!
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It had been sometime about four years ago when Steely had been in these mountains last. Ever since that horrible mission to Black Pass, she had never gone back anywhere near the range. Now that she and Floyd were off of his ship and at the edge of the mountains, she was remembering why. Even now, thinking of most of her 'teammates' at the time made her wince. Luckily, though, they had all fallen off of the face of the earth, and good riddance. (Come on, calm down. No sense getting riled up before we even get there,) she shook her head, shedding her coat in the volcanic heat. Her HM tattoos covered her sleeveless arms, manifesting as the six legendary pokemon she owned and two of her other important pokemon. She didn't even look at them, instead only having eyes for the mountains ahead of them. Black Pass was so close now, she could swear she felt it. But that was stupid. They weren't going the same way she had gone before. Floyd had mentioned going in a back way, so she was going to have to follow his lead. Not difficult, considering that she still had both of her mounts with her. She was also fully armed; without her coat, the revolver she carried with her was obvious on her side, as were two handle-like cylinders further back along her belt. It was questionable how useful they would be, considering that she was still heavily leaning on that cane of hers. She took a deep breath of the hot air, as if to steel herself, then looked at Floyd, "I'll follow you, then." Team: Blastoise, Hydreigon, Chesnaught, Breloom, Ho-Oh, Zekrom |
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| Maverick | Jan 18 2014, 01:33 PM Post #2 | ||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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Floyd stood surveying the area, getting his bearings. His ship drifted in the distance, over Redhurst. It could come no closer, such was the growing influence of Black Pass. Last time, a little over a year ago, he was nearly on the edge of the town before the spacecraft began experiencing instrument malfunctions, and was forced to back off. Something had certainly changed since, and very rapidly. The General did not mention this to the blonde woman beside him. She was on edge enough already, and frankly, he was busy enjoying the view. Nothing set his mood quite like looking at a woman covered in what he dearly hoped was lethal artillery. The happy flick of the alien's tail gave away his thoughts. Floyd could not help but muse on the private discussion they had shared so recently. Then she burst his bubble. Steely was good at that. "What?" he sighed. "Oh. Yeah. Sure." One last glance, a frustrated growl, and he reluctantly took the lead, tail lashing with disappointment. They would have to go on foot through the Burnt Mountain area. Trees, thin, scraggly things that grew on a steep, rocky landscape, created a poor excuse for a forest. A trail from the camp would take them part of the way, then they would veer West to overtake the abandoned coal mining town from the mountain ridge above. What bothered Floyd was not the walk, it was the fact they had to walk this far at all. Disturbed that the ship had malfunctioned so far away, he activated the computer he wore on his left arm. The gauntlet was of Scavian design, the dark, oily looking metal was plated, like scales. The panel on the side flipped open revealing an interior layered in glowing symbols of blue and green. What wasn't built into a screen appeared as a tiny key, designed for something with claws, not blunt finger tips. The alien tapped a few glowing symbols, and a dozen threads of light leaped up, connected, and exploded into a flat, holographic screen. A block of alien text scrolled, this floated above the other screen. It flashed, blinked off, and something like a table popped up. A few quadrants were occupied by familiar images. Satellite images of the area, maps, and plain English, seen backwards through the other side of the screen. The other cells were purely alien, and it was anyone's guess what they contributed to the information displayed. The most curious attribute was that everything was three dimensional, even the fonts. Colors in the photos were layered, giving them shape. "Least this still works, but who knows for how long." he muttered and started walking, leaving the screen up. Behind him, the hulking, spidery form of his geneticore crawled along, keeping a good distance behind them. The mutant didn't like the area, and Floyd was sure it could sense what they couldn't. Whatever held the bio-mechanical ship at bay, was scaring the man eating monster into a disturbed silence. Probably a good thing, the alien decided while looking back at his lovely companion. Steely was human, and technically on the menu. Occasionally, Floyd would look up from the trail and glance around. He was searching for more clues as to anomaly's growth. After they had walked for about an hour down the trail, Floyd stopped and turned his attention to the left side of the path. He tapped the holographic screen directly, it flashed, a blue light on Floyd's shoulder canon flickered on, the barrel came to life, roving over the woods. The screen changed, revealing a roaming view of the forest. Now the blue light made sense. The burner had a camera built in. The view displayed was enlarged, things a human could see well enough with 20/20, but something that would be blurred and indistinct to a Scavian. Floyd's long distance vision was terrible by comparison. It was the price his species paid for seeing in the dark. The holographic image, while showing what Steely could see with ease, was actually infrared, giving her new perspective of the woods when seen over the shoulder of her companion. The trees were warm, appearing in various shades of violet and orange. They were outlined in deeper shades of blue, and then black further into the distance. The leaf strewn forest floor was dappled in reds, yellows, and oranges, having absorbed the heat of the day. Anything warm blooded would stand out as a bright blip of orange or even white. Floyd was not looking for anything living though. What he was searching for would appear as a dark shadow against the warm background. "Nothing yet." he murmured, "We have to climb from here. When we reach the top, we'll be looking down at the town. That's as much of an upper hand as I can give us. We may not be able to see anything. In fact, I doubt we will. When your team went in the first time you reported fog before you even entered the town. The fog was still there when I went in a year ago." he shrugged, "Guess we'll find out." Edited by Maverick, Jan 19 2014, 08:03 AM.
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| Steel Cerberus | Jan 18 2014, 07:10 PM Post #3 | ||||||||||||
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Go for it, run towards it, dive in head first. Live life with no regrets!
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Steely didn't notice Floyd being uneasy, nor did she realize the growth problem of Black Pass. Last she had been here, it had been from a different way, and all their poketechs and other electronics had malfunctioned at some point. She assumed, wrongly, that Floyd just hadn't wanted to bring his ship any closer for his own reasons. It wasn't anything she really even thought about. At least Steely was limping along next to Floyd, instead of behind him, so at least that was something. His computer grabbed her attention, not so much because of the holograms, but more because of the alien language with the peppering of English. The sight of the technology got Steely to start at something occurred to her. She hadn't told anyone where she was going. "Yeah..." Steely agreed, just before they started walking. Her mind was obviously elsewhere, not even registering Til'k's lumbering behind them. Instead, she pulled out her poketech, disguised as a pair of aviator sunglasses, and put them on. Because of her custom tech, she was able to hobble alongside Floyd and compose a text at the same time. It distracted her from her feelings of impending doom, at least somewhat. She decided on not giving too many details, simply putting 'Doing something dangerous again, thought you should know. Should be back in a day or two. Don't worry, I'm with Floyd.' Before she had started, she had filled in all of BT's names, but before she sent it, she mentally hesitated. Physically, she was still walking next to Floyd, looking around just so nothing would jump out at them. She swiped out everyone's name but Celeste's, and sent it. Just as she did, the signal on her poketech finally died, and the device fizzled out. She didn't know if it had actually sent, but she hoped it had. "Well, your thing must be better then mine, because it just died," she said conversationally, pulling off the sunglasses and pocketing them, realizing abruptly that they'd stopped walking. She unknowingly leaned in to look at the display Floyd was looking at, at first not understanding. "Oh, it's heat!" she squeaked, understanding after a few looks at the picture, and then the terrain they were looking at. "Mmhm... the fog was thick way before we even got into town. Made seeing things a pain in the ass," she looked back at him, and shrugged as well, falling into step next to him as they continued off of the trail. For having such a long walk, Steely seemed to be taking it very well, limping along. The lean on her cane didn't seem as pronounced now, and she barely looked where she was walking, instead scanning ahead of them. They saw no signs of life or movement, alive or dead, the entire time. In fact, the only strange thing Steely noticed, as they approached the peak where they would be able to look down on the town, she noticed the occasional cracked lump in the ground. Places where it appeared to be smooth, a crack had appeared in the surface, but pushed upward as if by a giant root. Whatever had caused it didn't push to the surface where they could see it, and they only saw two before they reached the top. Edited by Steel Cerberus, Jan 18 2014, 07:12 PM.
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| Maverick | Jan 19 2014, 09:39 AM Post #4 | ||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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"Must a be difference in power supplies." mumbled the Scavian. He paused, looked up and back, fixing her with a curious stare, head tilted. The sunglasses were pocketed, and his tilted head craned more, following the seemingly innocuous item until it was out of sight. It was a very bird like mannerism. Floyd had not realized she was even using a computer. "Those were a..." his straightened, and the bunching muscles around his cheeks relaxed to a more bemused expression. "Huh." Scavian visual devices were all tactile. They had to be, although some devices, like the canon, could be wired into the nervous system. "How does it work?" he couldn't help asking. He was curious by nature, even under the present dire circumstances of their mission. "How do you...tell it what to do?" Floyd recalled another topic he had once started with Ben and Steely on the Sunflare. He had wanted to know how eyeballs work, and then the ship had shuddered, alarms had started screaming about structural integrity, and what would have been a wonderful deep sea adventure was quickly aborted. His mood had been adequately ruined for weeks after. He recalled being so disconcerted at the unexpected system failure, that he imagined he had been quite rude and uncommunicative afterward. He couldn't even recall what Ben's answer had been. This disappointed him. It really was something he wanted to figure out. His moment of introspection had allowed the reluctant monster behind them to catch up. The massive, fanged head was slung low to the trail, and he dragged his tail. Creeping up beside the alien, the beast leaned up against him, and cast a furtive glance around the wood. Floyd dropped a hand onto the mossy head and gave it a scratch, feeling the creature rumble inaudibly in reply. It was the cue to bite the bullet, and start the hike up the ridge. They had hardly left the trail when the hologram began to flicker. A few more feet and the device went dark. The canon on his shoulder powered down with a deafening whir, and with it, a shadow of technological impotence fell over the alien. If Floyd hadn't felt neutered by the woman's familiar rebuffs, he sure as hell did now. His step faltered, revealing his discomfort. On his last trip, he had not been wearing his dad's armor. He'd taken up that habit after the trip, because of it even. The familiar tech had given him a boost in confidence he'd been sorely lacking. Not that he was in any way less prepared without the computer and plasma canon at his disposal. He still had the retractable wrist blades, a rifle, three pistols, and a knife strapped to various places. There was also the Great Knife hanging like an anchor on his back. The feeling of ineptitude was purely psychological. Either in response to Floyd's emotional turmoil, or from the growing presence of Black Pass, the thing in the idol stirred. He felt icy tendrils kick him in gut. It was the Hydra's reminder to grow a pair and get over it or she'd do it for him. The General stiffened and picked up the pace. The first sight of upheaval in the earth set the alien's teeth on edge. He knew what they were above, but said nothing until they passed the second site. "We're above the mine up here." the rest he left unsaid. What had caused the displacement was as much his guess as hers. What he did bring up, was the obvious. "Is it...getting hazy? Or is it just me?" He knew it wasn't. Floyd could feel the temperature dropping slightly. There was no wind. In the next few moments, they made the top of the ridge, and what the elevation revealed, made his stomach churn. |
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| Steel Cerberus | Jan 19 2014, 02:40 PM Post #5 | ||||||||||||
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Go for it, run towards it, dive in head first. Live life with no regrets!
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The use of her computer glasses was so commonplace and normal for her by now, that Steely tended to forget that nobody outside of BT knew what they actually were. This was why she was confused at Floyd's head-tilted look, continuing up until she was asked. "Oh," her hand moved over to pat her pocket where they had been slipped into. "It goes off of eye movement and it's a little bit psychic too. It's got a few shards of my metagross built into it," she shrugged. She would have offered to demonstrate for him, if the device hadn't crapped out on her. It wouldn't have worked for Floyd anyway; lack of eyes and it never seemed to work right for anyone who wasn't Steely. Perhaps her own pokemon was far more tuned to her then anyone else. By now, Til'k didn't really scare Steely anymore, but she still warily watched the geneticore cuddled up to Floyd, wondering if she'd been hit with the repellant enough times for it to be a permanent sort of thing now. Not that she didn't think she couldn't knock the creature onto its ass if she needed to, she just didn't want it to get to that point. They had way bigger things to worry about. They continued up the peak, Steely still limping and Floyd suddenly stumbling. The human girl looked over at him with a frown, noting the hologram had disappeared. She didn't exactly piece together why Floyd was suddenly uncomfortable, but she could tell that he was. Without saying anything, she looked back ahead. "It's not just you... it's getting hazy for me too," she admitted, taking a deeper breath as she looked around, watching distance become indistinct and lines become blurred. She rubbed her arm as the hairs there prickled in goosebumps from the sudden coolness and foreboding. The still damaged nerves in the back of her head twinged and made her stumble as they crested the peak, jerking to a stop next to Floyd and having to catch herself with her cane to keep from falling. From this high up, Black Pass wasn't even visible anymore from the thick fog that blanketed over everything. The power and presence of the place manifested visually in the form of the gray mist, tinged with wisps of black. It felt like it was pushing outward from the dip the town occupied, and the mist curled outward like tendrils at their feet, crawling past them. What really got Steely was the things she could see faintly in the fog. Not zombies, but what looked like giant tentacles. Some were black, some were green, others were patterned with both black and green. They were faintly seen writhing in the mist, and coming out of the rock and earth below them, what they could see of the climb down. That was what had caused the ground's upheaval. The tentacles were spreading. "The fuck." |
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| Maverick | Jan 29 2014, 06:56 PM Post #6 | ||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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[Sorry I'm slow. Silent Hill-esk Inspiration is hard to make happen. Also sick right now so this might be sort of blah.] "Why." he grumbled. "Why is it ALWAYS tentacle monsters." he sighed and shook the rack of long curving horns. Til'k was hissing now, all six beady eyes focused completely on the concealed town below. Floyd could understand his unease. The alien could feel it too. The wheels in his head were turning. Something was wrong with the town. It didn't even feel the same as it had last time. He had come to believe Black Pass had a purpose, that it was needed, and that was why it remained. The government liked to think of it as an incurable cancer on the land, but the cancer was clearly infected this time. Black Pass was sick. "Those were not here last time." he griped, meaning the slowly undulated sea of limbs swaying over the still gray mists. He had to voice his thoughts, but wasn't sure how. Steely's glasses came to mind again. A piece of her metagross was in them. A mind controlling something from a distance. It reminded him of nanotechnology. Nanotechnology reminded him of a virus, or a parasite. The thought stuck with him and he wasn't sure why. "It feels...wrong." his tail lashed with frustration. "It wasn't like this last time. Something's wrong." he was growling, fists clenched. He doubted she understood how he felt about the place, given her own experiences. How could she understand that he liked it, dangerous though it was. The place had taken on a spiritual significance to him, and now it felt desecrated. If Floyd could have shed a tear, he would have. "We have to fix it." he was looking out over the town when he spoke, anger lacing his words. He started down the steep incline of the ridge without a second thought. Last time, he had needed Black Pass. This time, the town needed him. This was a rescue mission, not for the missing pokemon researcher, but for something intangible. That same oily skin of smoke from the hotel, was once more dripping from his fists. His fear was gone, and only rage remained. The footing down the ridge was more precarious than on the other side. Til'k slid and clung to trees to keep from barreling into the back of the alien. Floyd was oblivious to the monster's struggles. His attention was on the fog they were climbing down into. As they entered the edge of the cloud's perimeter, visibility was lost by degrees. When Floyd looked back, he could barely make out his son only a few feet away. He couldn't see the blonde at all. "Steely? You still back there?" he called gruffly, looking back up the slope where he hoped she was. He listened for a reply, for her foot step, and heard something moving in the fog. It came from behind, below, where they were going. His head snapped back around, all senses firing and one hand reaching for the Great Knife on his back. The sound of the dry leaves rasping reminded him of something being dragged along the ground. It would pause, drag, pause, drag, then a squat shadow appeared. He couldn't make it out, but he did hear it moan, and saw something on the ground reaching a limb toward them with a human shaped hand outstretched. A raspy death rattle followed. |
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| Steel Cerberus | Feb 7 2014, 12:31 AM Post #7 | ||||||||||||
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"We have to what." Floyd's thoughts and words didn't get interrupted by Steely, up until that point. Upon realizing that they weren't immediately going to be attacked, the tension had unwound from Steely a little, and she had been quietly leaning on her cane and surveying the tentacles. Standing on the edge, feeling the weird power flowing outward like hot air billowing up from the ground, she was also musing on how different the place was now. Before, it had simply been a possessed location, monsters spawned from terrible pits of evil and other worlds. This time, she could feel the power, like it was seeping into her. While Floyd may have liked it, the human girl did not. She stupidly reached after him, not even close to grabbing his scaly hide as he tore off down the mountain. At first, she seriously entertained the thought of leaving him to it, and walking away. Surely Floyd, in all his alien might, could take care of this himself... "This place is already getting to me," she murmured, pinching the bridge of her nose. Floyd was nearly out of sight down the slope, and she sighed and hobbled after him. The alien quickly disappeared into the darkening fog, and she cursed every terrible word she could think of at the last place she saw him. Steely plunged into the thick mist where she thought she had last seen the alien, though she quickly slowed to a complete stop and froze in place. Down here, the negativity was oppressing, and the fog had darkened to a nearly black charcoal smoke color, making it that much harder for her to see. It swirled like living shadows, which wasn't doing Steely any favors in the mental health department. "Floyd?" she called, thinking she had heard the alien speaking nearby. Now nearly functionally blind, she gripped her cane all the tighter, debating flipping it like a sword so she could whack some things with it as she prowled in the direction she had heard the noise. Instead of finding the alien, she froze again when four sets of nails hit the concrete, coupled with the wheezing and distinct smell of sulfur. She didn't even need her imagination to realize what the short, four-legged shape creeping towards her was. "Right, let's start with that guy, fabulous. This place doesn't pull punches..." now, finally, Steely flipped her cane in her hand so it was held like a sword, out towards the dog. The expected attack didn't come from the front, but instead the side. The woman very nearly screamed as the black zombie dog with red eyes lunged out of the fog, but choked the noise back and swung. She didn't have time to feel satisfied at the wet sound of crunching bone, spinning in place to keep the dog in front of her. It was still there, given that she could hear the hollow way it took in breath. The fog was completely baffling her, and she couldn't even tell or remember which way she had come from. "Floyd?!" she called again, trying to pick out any noise that wasn't the wheezing of the undead. |
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