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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 2, 2006 20:49:52 GMT -5
Xexilia has an opportunity to attack, escape, etc.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 2, 2006 20:54:17 GMT -5
She summons up enough strength to try and force her body out of the pincers, stretching them away enough for her to grab them and push harder.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 2, 2006 21:15:18 GMT -5
Xexilia miraculously does so despite the thrashing and power of the creature, slipping off with sheer control of her muscles. She is now above the ground... and the rumbling is continuing.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 2, 2006 21:25:34 GMT -5
With a small sigh of relief, she turns, following the rumble, not moving at first, wondering if it would attack again. Keeping that in mind, she pulled out her giant pistol, and her blade-changeable hilt.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 6, 2006 2:53:43 GMT -5
The creature's lust for blood and its gluttony is insatiable, so of course it assaults again. Luckily, this time Xexilia is prepared. Action?
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 13, 2006 18:48:15 GMT -5
Xexilia shifts her arm, the pistol melding with her hands and forming the Angel Arm, charging only enough for rapid fire to match the creature's speed and hunger.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 13, 2006 20:34:55 GMT -5
Burst after burst of white light fires at the creature. Xexilia feels each shot draining more from her than she knows how to give: the dampening effect of the Dark Side energy is reducing her abilities. The creature continues forward despite the assaults, and again the pincers and the sinkhole begin.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 13, 2006 21:18:59 GMT -5
She growls under her breath, withdrawing her Angel canonn and wielding the hilt in her hand, a long, thick blade growing from its end.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 0:41:46 GMT -5
The pincers strike despite Xexilia's efforts, but this time they are not piercing but simply holding. Xexilia has a fantastic opportunity to strike, as the thing is not pinning her arms at all.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 21, 2006 14:03:36 GMT -5
She swings the blade in a large arc, then strikes it down at the creature's large claws, attempting more weight on her arm as she considered the natural armor on pincers.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 21, 2006 14:14:48 GMT -5
A cloud of red forms around Xexilia. A bubbling cauldron of rage erupts from within her. It is as if everything in the universe owed her an apology, everything was antithetical to her very existence. She swings... and the creature splits in half. The power of the dark side crackles along its body, slowly disintegrating it.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 21, 2006 23:23:45 GMT -5
Her body stiffens, as if surprised by the result, sensing as the Dark Side dissolved the creature. She still carried her blade somewhat over her head.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 22, 2006 0:42:00 GMT -5
The beast is no more to come. She feels nothing else coming, though the palpable sense of danger is not subsiding.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 7, 2006 20:47:11 GMT -5
Xexilia turned a few times to try and make some able target out of her senses, but it seemed improbable. She finally asked herself, "What sort of place is this?" The thrilling sensation of simply destroying the creature--the rage that gave her power--was exhilarating.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 20:51:15 GMT -5
Nothing else seemed to be immediately dangerous within the range of her senses. The odd chirping continues, now joined by a bubbling sound. It is now getting bitterly cold.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 7, 2006 20:59:20 GMT -5
Believing that keeping in movement would be best, she walked forward, bouncing a bit to keep a little more warm in the nasty cold. She tried to pinpoint the chirping then the bubbling sound.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 21:18:34 GMT -5
While she keeps her heat up this way, she begins to exert herself. The chirping-screech comes from a variety of bird up in the air, while the bubbling sound comes from a colossal geyser in front of her. The heat continues to drop, and the light begins to fade...
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 7, 2006 21:22:23 GMT -5
Xexilia sighed heavily, noticing the energy ebbing away. She kept her direction now in the direction of the geyser, the chirping having sent her in what she felt like a large turn and loop back to the same path as the bubbling since the birds semed to circle around. She lifted her head as she seemed to feel the light fading, breathing out a little as if in disbelief.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 21:27:56 GMT -5
As she gets close to the geyser, the light begins to disappear. She can scarcely detect anything. The geyser is an erupting field of incarnated rage, forming into a spinning array of blades. Xexilia feels a cut on her face. The cut is so deep that she scarcely feels it.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 7, 2006 21:42:08 GMT -5
She grimaced a little, but only because it felt like someone pinched her cheek a bit. At first she gave open concern to the stitches on the sides of her face, but she shook her head a little. Keeping a bit of distance now, she stood before the geyser, rather astonished by the rage it emmanated like a terrible monster.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 21:50:35 GMT -5
The geyser keeps spewing roughly every 1.3 seconds. The cold is so intense that the bleeding nearly stops. A wind begins to blow, carrying the cold even further. It is as if the very life is being wicked away from her.
OOG: You should post to some Private and Public Campaign posts, especially the Calling All Crashing Heavens posts. You know, just to get some party interaction. Especially now with Staccato.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 7, 2006 22:00:35 GMT -5
OOG: 'Kay, I'll do that! ^^ And I roleplay as Staccato now, too, right?
Xexilia felt herself shiver violently, glancing up towards the geyser. She cursed the cold wind softly, wondering if jumping into the incarnated rage would be wise or stupid compared to the cold that could kill her slowly--although it would probably be only a little faster in death. She didn't need that option. Where in such a place was Darth Maul? After a moment of standing in the cold, she clutched her upper arms, now cursing her suit for not preserving heat.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 22:46:54 GMT -5
OOG: Yes, you do indeed.
Her suit does normally preserve heat, but not here. Her non-Dark Side powers are shut down. She could whole up in it for some time. And Xexilia knows, preternaturally, that Maul is nowhere to be found.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 7, 2006 22:50:53 GMT -5
OOG: Whole up in her non-Dark Side powers? That didn't make to much sense to me...
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 23:12:11 GMT -5
OOG: In the full-sized suit. Like when Shinji was trapped in that shadow angel and was reliant on its life support for 72 hours or so.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 7, 2006 23:49:36 GMT -5
OOG: Oh! *Smart, really, no* So she would need to call her EVA right now for the support, yes?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 23:52:02 GMT -5
OOG: Well, if I understand correctly, your EVA is simply shrunk and worn at all times. You could unshrink it, but its sensors indicate that it cannot survive the night with its current energy.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 7, 2006 23:57:40 GMT -5
OOG: Hmm... Darn, no outlets anywhere
She read the sensors repeatedly, wondering if it were really true, cursing as it was. Holding back a sneeze, she ran scenarios, choices through her head. In some attempt to save a little more energy for her suit, she knelt down on her knees, shivering again.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 8, 2006 0:12:09 GMT -5
OOG: Nope. At least, not in the traditional sense. By the way, when are you planning on continuing the Spekkio fight? And would you want to post it to the Spekkio Fights thread here to continue, at least till we get to Mike's turn?
After the temperature continues to drop, Xexilia figures it out: She has to find shelter.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 8, 2006 0:25:40 GMT -5
She stands up quickly, though a bit slow in realizing that she couldn't see--the darkness and cold felt like it could numb her whole body. She turned around, looking for any place to keep warm.
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