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Post by Advix on Mar 31, 2011 1:12:53 GMT -5
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Post by Advix on Apr 6, 2011 15:15:35 GMT -5
Midgard ~ Villnore
"Sir!"
"What is it?" grumbled Gandar.
"A group of strange jesters is attacking the city!"
"... I can see that, captain."
"What should we do?"
"Take the back third of the foot soldiers and surround them. Kill all of them. Archers, ready your arrows and fire on the army ahead." With that, hundreds upon hundreds of arrows were fired upon Shishio and Vile. Dozens of soldiers in heavy armor hit the streets, attacking the clowns.
Midgard ~ Western Plain ~ North of Villnore
Shishio saw the smoke rising from the city they were advancing on. "It seems like some sort of misfortune has befallen our adversaries. It's as if the world itself wants us to conquer them." The arms of his carriage unfolded to protect him. The putties all attempted to block their chests. Some of the arrows met their mark, and maybe a dozen putties exploded out of their 1000 strong. It was a trivial loss, but one that didn't escape Gandar's notice. How would Vile fair?
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Post by SlvrNight on Apr 8, 2011 18:24:56 GMT -5
Midgard Western Plain ~ North of Villnore
Vile looked up into the air as the storm of arrows came flying towards their group. He stood motionless as any arrow that hit him harmlessly snapped and bounced off. He then looked around at the putties around them, noticing the small amount they had lost. He shook his head in disappointment and looked ahead towards the city.
"That was just really disappointing. Pathetic really." The renegade reploid look down towards Shishio. "So, we ready to go tear this place apart? Because it'll be a pretty big insult if a clown beats us to it." Vile's ride armor began moving forward, not even waiting for an answer.
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Post by Tokrochiru on Apr 14, 2011 14:45:04 GMT -5
One might have thought that a group of jesters with weapons might have been easy to deal with, but no. It's what the jesters' weapons were that gave them an advantage. Each one of Joker's mooks carried a gun, mostly of the automatic rifle type. While the archers had certainly had the advantage of long range, it seemed that some of the jesters had even more of an advantage. Hidden inside or near several buildings, there were snipers placed all across the city, firing at the archers from windows and other clever hiding spots. It took a while for an arrow to reach its target, but the shots from the mooks' sniper rifles could seemingly reach their targets almost instantaneously.
"You're gonna have to do better than that, ye old bucketheads!!! I mean, arrows, really? Get with the times people!! It's the twenty first century, for goodness' sake!!....Well, for us at least. HEHAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
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Post by Advix on Apr 17, 2011 0:32:04 GMT -5
Midgard ~ Villnore
The bandaged samurai looked onwards as smoke billowed up from the city ahead. "Putties, tear that wall down." With that, 493 of the clay soldiers ran forward towards the city. Another wave of arrows was sent their way, and each of them knocked the shafts out of their way. They reached the gates and hacked away at the wooden gate, with swords and axes and hands. The knights poured hot tar on the clay men, but to no effect. It only slowed them slightly. It wouldn't take them long to bust through the gate.
"Lord Gandar!"
"What now?"
"The jesters are all fighting with odd weapons!"
"What is this nonsense? Fight back!" Just then, a loud bang echoed across the walls as the captain was shot in the head and fell to the ground, dead. "... I see. How interesting. Invoke Feather." The captain rose up gasping for air, his wound healed.
"Wha-what just..? Sir?"
"Gather the mages, send them here."
"Aye!" The captain was off to relay Gandar's orders. It did't take long until soldiers who were gunned down began to rise again. What was more, bullets seemed to be less effective on them. Gandar himself gazed out over the walls at his adversaries and began chanting.
"Guard Reinforce!" The air around him became distorted as if there was a field about him. He then raised his wand high into the air, and a whirlwind of air surrounded him.
"Hark! Lightning that writhes within the ashen depths, descend now as a storm upon thy foes! GRAVITY BLESSING!" All of a sudden, a massive orb of crackling energy descended on the putties in front of the gate, flattening them and the ground around them. Several of them immediately erupted with the powerful magic they were wrought with, but it wasn't enough. There were plenty more, and with a bolt of white lightning several dozens more joined them. A feeling of encroaching despair began to grab a hold of Gandar.
Serpentera ~ Right Abdomen Observatory
Diva was gazing down at the sight far below, sitting at a table as putties served her tea. "What do you think of my latest batch?" said a short white creature with a dragon-like face. It was long, with a horn at the tip of his snout, and he had a long white beard and mustache. His ears were very long and pointed, and he wore glasses and a blue apron.
"They are a great improvement over the previous ones. Much more precise and articulate, and infinitely quieter. I only wish I could drink them. I can't drink clay, Finster,"
"Well, there isn't very much I can do about that."
"I'm starting to get soooo thirsty."
"Why don't you take a stroll, and quench your thirst along the way?"
"Are you stupid? I HATE worlds like this. The people here are so... filthy. I could settle for your blood, Finster," she began to inch toward him across the table. "...but, I would rather not anger Lord Zedd."
"Please, Madam Diva, don't tease me like that." A few drops of sweat dripped down his face as he chuckled lightly.
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Post by Greed on Apr 22, 2011 11:39:38 GMT -5
Serpentera ~ Right Abdomen Observatory
A grin spread across Yggdrasill's face as he quickly figured out a way to goad Diva into action. The town, as he could see it from here, likely had an upper-class of inferior beings, possibly even what they considered royalty.
"Diva, perhaps there are people of royal blood in that town, who keep themselves clean... infact, I believe higher ranking officers in.... whatever they call a military would too. It could be an... unexpected treat for you."
The angel smirked to himself as he contemplated the situation; certainly, that joyous psychopath and psychotic robot would be enough... but Yggdrasill wanted these humans to despair. Any that he captured would produce the highest quality exspheres that way. Someone like Diva tearing through their ranks would certainly kill any sort of motivation they had.
Perhaps he would join in...
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Post by SlvrNight on May 2, 2011 18:37:10 GMT -5
Midgard Western Plain ~ North of Villnore
Vile's ride armor continued moving forward, the cannon on its back shooting off randomly at any soldiers within range, even those currently engaged in combat with the clowns.
Villnore
The renegade reploid stopped in his tracks once he saw the energy crash into the putties, making several explode, while flattening others. There were still many more remaining though, but this surprising act of power from their enemy is what made Vile stop moving. It wasn't that he was afraid, it was just that he needed a few moments to actually think.
"Huh. Looks like these guys aren't as pathetic as I thought. Or, at least, their leader isn't as pathetic. Magic was honestly one of the last things I was expecting in a place like this."
The cannon on his ride armor aimed towards the wooden gate into the city. The putties would eventually get through on their own, but that magic was slowing them down and Vile was getting impatient. The cannon fired a blast of energy towards the gate.
Serpentera Central Thorax ~ Doom's Laboratory
Doctor Doom's eyes widened in surprise at the Joker's sudden attack on Villnore. He was a bit confused as to how the clown prince of crime had managed to get into the town, let alone plant explosives in so many buildings, without being detected. The surprised look in his eyes quickly diminished and the armored dictator sat back in his chair calmly.
"At least we will not be staying in this world as long as we would originally have to. The end of these people shall come swiftly."
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Post by Advix on May 7, 2011 20:56:12 GMT -5
Midgard ~ Villnore
The mages were pushing the clowns back as they continued to revive each other and the rest of the soldiers, and fighting back with explosive magic. But then the putties began to pour through the destroyed gate, nearly invincible to the defending army, the bandaged samurai following behind them. Gandar was in disbelief at the destructive power of the purple knight in the armed carriage. but, he would put an end to everything, if he could.
"Surly thou canst feel it, thy death is at hand." Suddenly, a giant pyramid formed in the middle of the city, engulfing everyone close enough to the gate in a towering casing of ice, ally and foe alike. "Crystal Strike!" The ice shattered, and countless putties, clowns, soldiers, citizens, buildings cracked into pieces. So long as the threat was dealt with, the casualties meant nothing.
"Well well, that was impressive." Gandar looked down from the wall to find the bandaged samurai standing proudly, unaffected by the spell. Gandar was briefly surprised, but unamused. Likewise, the purple knight seem unaffected as well.
"I'm surprised you two retained a human form, let alone survive my magic."
"It's only natural that I survive. If you're strong, you live. If you're weak, you die. That is the most fundamental law of nature."
"Sacred Javelin!" Gandar spent no time listening to what else his enemies had to say. He sent four spears of light at his foes, two for each of them. The bandaged samurai leapt out of his carriage, letting the spear impale it.
Serpentera ~ Right Abdomen Observatory
Diva stopped drinking as Yggdrasil told her this. After thinking about it for a bit, she signaled to a putty, which then retrieved an umbrella for her. She hastily walked out of the room and made her way outside of the colossal Zord, and hurried to Villnore.
Midgard ~ Western Plain
Krez and Shifu swiftly wandered the gigantic plain of Western Midgard. It was fairly unimpressive, flat and empty, though it was calm and peaceful, at least as peaceful as it could be with the titanic Serpentera looming over it. The two of them chanced upon a nervous traveler, frightened by the alien vessel. It was almost as if he was gazing upon Jormungand itself, the devourer of the world.
"Excuse me sir," spoke the red robot. The poor man was startled as a... talking metal golem with an armored girl approached him from behind. "May I ask you for directions?"
"What is this devilry?! You shall not take me, monster!" Shifu was about to shoot him with the gun from her thigh, but Krez signaled to her to stand down. The man unsheathed his sword and swung at Krez, but the sword only rang against his body, stinging the man's hands.
"Well, will you give me directions or not?" The man fell backwards in fear, crawling backwards away from him.
"Wh-what are you? Stay away from me!" Perhaps it didn't help that the strip of optical sensors across Krez's featureless face shone red and bright under the massive shadow of Serpentera. And his shield-like, clawed arm was certainly an intimidating feature.
"I guess this means you won't help me." Krez walked toward the traveler, who got to his feet and attempted to strike him again, but his efforts yielded the same result. Krez didn't even budge. "Well, that is quite a pity." Krez then grabbed the man by his jaw, and his left hand crackled with electricity as he fried the traveler. The man let out a sharp scream before it was cut off, and Krez then pushed the charred, blackened corpse of the traveler out of his way. "Come Shifu. Perhaps we'll find a more agreeable guide."
"Yes, Krez-sama."
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Post by Tokrochiru on May 13, 2011 3:34:29 GMT -5
YIKES!! Just LOOK at ALL THAT ICE!! GOOD THING I'M OVER HERE, AND NOT THERE!!...Speaking of which, WHY HASN'T ANYONE TRIED TO SHOOT ME YET!? I'M INSULTE-ooooooh, LOOK AT THAT, SOME OF THE LITTLE RASCALS SURVIVED!!
Upon closer inspection with his binoculars, the pair were a couple of rascals alright. But they weren't HIS rascals. And he doubted they were this dystopian town's rascals either.
This did not bode well for the Joker.
"HEY!! YOU!! RASCALS!! FIND YOUR OWN TOWN TO TERRORIZE!! THIS CRAPSACK AIN'T BIG ENOUGH FOR THE THREE OF US!! Besides, what use could you possibly have for a sack of crap anyway!? It's dirty, smelly, and toxic when ingested!! PERFECT for me!! Not so much for you!! BEAT IT, PUNKS!!"
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