Ultimate Paradise

What do you guys actually do here?

Battle to the death, mostly.

I've never ever engaged in battle... I'm awesome.

>_> Do you *need* a profile, or is it possible to just jump in?

I just jump in, and I think so do everybody.

Great. Here come the orbital guns from hell. *evil grin*

No one really uses profiles, its not as structured as CoS is.

*chuckles*

This place is more for a more intricate, stylized and flowing type of battle as opposed to the rigid, structured fights in CoS.

*squints while leaning forward on motorcycle as the desert sands blow past; uses digital eye device to view orbital laser from atop sand dune and tilts down to look at laser control facility in the distance*

*appears in a puff of sand, standing behind Spring* Beautiful sight, isn't it? It can carve out a major city on about a minute, at full bore. Welcome to my eyrie.

*still has digital eye up to face, looking at the facility*

It's also too much power for any one person to have. I've been sent to step in.

I'm sure you have. You might want to see this first. *walks a short distance away, beckons you over*

*turns, yet stays in same spot; puts away digital eye before tightening straps on satchel and holster*

What is it?

*points to a neat circle of glass formed of melted sand, with a wispy skeleton and a twisted, misshapen rocket launcher*

That was the last guy.

*looks at remnants of body unaffectedly; swings leg over motorcycle and starts the engine*

I'll just have to be timely then.

*adjusts satchel, burns out and heads off towards facility*

*vanishes in a cloud of sand, and rises from the hologram projector* It appears we will have visitors... *triggers the facilities' red alert alarm, soldiers scurry left and right, arming themselves, as blast doors seal and the facility prepares for attack, as I head for the armoury*

*builds speed with rooster tail of sand from behind cycle increasing in height; facility rapidly becomes closer and closer as high pitched whirring sounds from within bike become louder*

*after visiting the armoury, I head for the control room, and login to the control systems, dishes on the roof of the facility swiveling to point at the satellite overhead*

Boom. *pushes a button* *a thin blue beam appears about ten meters in front of your bike*

*area around cycle appears to distort, all light surrounding bike begins to be pulled toward it and blue arcs of electricity run along the cycle's various parts; a brilliant flash appears from where bike was last visible just upon reaching the blue beam*

...That's where my flux capacitor went... *shrugs* No matter. *leaves the control room, having attached an implant into my skull, and locking the controls. I walk out into the parade ground at the centre of the facility and wait, surrounded, but not commanding the soldiers*

*watches*

(Feel free to join in. ^v^ I like a target rich environment.)

*hops by singing like a little girl*

(>v>)

Perhaps later, when I'm feeling less... creatively dead. For now, I'm only an observer.

*flashing light blinks on gas canister within air duct; removes breathing apparatus from satchel and places it over face before crouching in shadows waiting for alarm to sound*

...

*facilities' red alert alarms goes off, soldiers scurry left and right, arming themselves, as blast doors seal and the facility prepares for attack; waits for one of the last ones to run past and in the commotion, his incapacitation is unheard*

[slight grunting]

*quickly meets up with other soldiers following them; almost attempts to go to control room, but can't without giving self away, instead following guards to parade ground, surrounding the man seen in the holographic projection outside*

...

*falls into formation with other soldiers; removes handheld device and presses key on it, activating the nanomachines of which were suspended in gas released through the air ducts, of which are now in all the soldiers lungs, in turn violently shocking every soldier into a deep unconsciousness, all except for myself and one other figure in the parade ground*


Hm.

*slow clap*  Well done. If you hadn't tripped the laser grid on the way in, I wouldn't have even known.

But you did. Was that one of my flux capacitors? Or another source? *he flicks a stray feather back into place, and unholsters a pair of belt fed submachine guns* I am impressed.

Still, you look like you've been in my facility about... a week, I'd guess.

*has taken off gas mask, yet draws no weapon*

It's been a few days. I actually haven't been able to get close enough to you up until now. Your security is impeccable. The flux capacitor was from elsewhere. And your implant?...

*reaches into satchel casually*

*nods* The implant is a remote uplink to the AI running the satellites.

I am glad to hear my security is good. If you'd been a little more careful breaking in,you might have seen the lasers. And then, I might have a knife in my back.

And it seems I have another source to hunt down. Fluxes are so much more useful mounted on missiles.

So much more deadly. Another reason this place is being shutdown today.

*slips foot underneath one of the soldiers FAMAS rifles while attaching wristband from satchel to self*

My organization has allowed me free travel to whenever I'd like to go in exchange for working for them. I've seen all I need to see of life; these modified capacitors have granted me that.

*activates wristband which slowly begins to build power; looks around grounds briefly*

You'll be deactivating the satellite arrays or I will. Last chance.

Unfortunately, no. I won't shut it down. *puts on a HUD headset, and gets into a combat stance* This facility is my private property. Even without it,the satellites will still run. All I need is a computer, anywhere in the world, and they will fire on my command. You have wasted your time here. I'll give you a decent burial.

*looks across parade grounds*

There's that word again...time.

*sees what I was looking for; kicks rifle up off the ground and into hands*

<faux-Woo mode on>*opens fire with the machine guns at Spring, sending hundreds of shell casings bouncing and rolling along the floor, each casing catching the sunlight as it falls*

*leaps to the side, hitting the ground and going into a roll in order to avoid the hailstorm of bullets; a particularly louder shot rings through the grounds milliseconds after the sub-machine guns are flung from Hawk's hands*

[lets out relieved sigh]

*future self steadies Barret, .50 cal sniper rifle preparing to fire again; present self turns and rushes for the doors leading back inside the facility, device on arm still slowly building power*

*the guns dissolve into a larger railgun, which returns to Hawk's hands. He fires a lightspeed slug at the sniper, kinetically guiding it to it's target*

*inside the facility, a large jumpsuit appears, "TSA Deep Time Unit" emblazoned on the front. A voice echoes from within the suit, as it raises a powerful plasma cannon, and fires at Spring* It took me years to get this, but I became the head of the time police.

*future self's personnel-issue gyroscopic electromagnetic guidance system in vest that doubles as a shield for fast moving objects just barely manages to slow the irregularly fast bullet so that it hovers in front of his face briefly before flipping away past self; aims again and fires, sending the the projectile hurtling towards its mark before speaking loudly across grounds*

You should be familiar with this tech.

*present self slides under steel table as plasma cannon shots disrupt the molecular structure of the metal just above self; returns fires while sliding along floor behind a pillar*

You only got that position because I let it happen.

*reloads and glances at doorway*

Part of the reason I'm here now...

Hawk: Try plastic. *fires three more lightspeed rounds at him, the first taking his shot out of the sky, the other two stripping their metal coating, and leaving solid plastic spikes heading straight for the future self. He then taps the implant*

DTU: Well, that's a pity. *the standard bullets ping and ricochet off the armour, reaiming at the pillar so that his head is level with the white hot plasma cannon barrel. It fires three shots*

*A blue beam cuts into the heart of the control centre. It pulses with power and hums, turning into a pitched scream of restrained power as it widens, then dumps some terajoules of energy into the command mainframe, slagging it instantly, the crackling pulse of raw energy shockwaving down the corridors. The present self and the DTU jumpsuit are sent flying by the blast*

[Mind if i join? XD]

*As the laser beam dissipates and its glare disappears, a smoldering figure rises out of the wreckage*

The problem with Time...

*Willard looks up at the surrounding destruction and smiles as his black overcoat folds down in the calming air*

... Is that it always carries unforeseen consequences to actions. To be reborn through time... no, resurrected! You must be honored to be in my presence at the hour of your deaths, gentlemen.

(Hiya. Feel free. You may get ganged up on a bit, depends on the flow of the storyline. O' course, that can happen to any of us.)

(Ah, thats fine. Sometimes I prefer it that way ^_^ Makes it more interesting if I have to pull off something really badass to get myself out of trouble rather than just a swordfight with a demon or something.)

*present self darts from out of cover as the first plasma shot hits the pillar as device on arm finally reaches full power; dashes inside armory as the two other shots partially disintegrate the doors*

[slides inside; looks up to see sniper rifle, body armor and other tech] Hmm.

*future self, anticipating the return fire, allows knees to buckle as the plastic projectiles narrowly miss just as the blue light shining down from the heavens illuminates the grounds; activates device on arm and sets device's residual energy intake, hoping it will take in enough power from the blast just as present self warps out of existence*

*the laser strikes and future self leaps out of guard tower, sent flying from the shockwave; once the shockwave dissipates, he is nowhere to be seen*

*the DTU jumpsuit and the black avian both walk to the centre of the parade ground, and stand back-to-back. They both start furiously typing onto projected displays, locking down energy signatures, heat sources, and scouring history and the current news for any articles which do not match the copies stored in the DTU suits memory. Above, the sky shines blue, and the lasers strike again and again, removing every last trace of the facility. Neither of them seem to notice, or care about, the lone figure in the wreckage*

*is no where to be found at the facility*

Well then, now that the supposed formalities are at an end...

*raises right hand, from which a dark glowing aura-blade extends to cover entire forearm and about four feet ahead of said hand*

I suggest we get things underway. But first!

*makes sweeping motion with left hand over the corpses of the soldiers that remained mostly intact from the shock of impact of the laser. The bodies stir, then each leap up, their bones distorting in and out of their body to make them similar to something from a nightmare*

We shall see how long you can hide behind your weapon...

*stepping out of the crater, the creatures rapidly spread out to find any survivors*

... We shall see.

*the two beings turn to see him, and move as one, the DTU suit firing into the Fallen, and the avian uploading a new firing sequence. The satellite far above pours smaller beams, without any shockwaves, onto the Fallen, a beam neatly covering each one which isn't killed by the plasma fire, and immolating them instantly*

*goings on continue; is still absent*

[By 'Fallen' you mean the dead soldiers I re-animated, right?]

*finally seeing an opponent, Willard digs his feet into the ground, then launches himself, first targeting the DTU suit, his right hand leading, the air being split by the swords edge, crackling with its destructive power*

(Yeah.) *the suit moves faster than expected, and the plasma gun extrudes a plasma blade, refining it's edge to monomolecular sharpness. The suit meets Willard's blade with it's own, halting his progress as the avian aims over to suit's shoulder at W. and fires at his head*

*a smile could breifly be seen on Willards face before it is ripped apart by the plasma blast [or whatever kind of shot was fired]. As the fragments of flesh and bone sail through the air, the rest of the body continues with its deadly stroke, but aims just under the suits sword-arm while the left hand is shown to be holding a detonator, which Willards thumb presses down.*

(Railgun, tungsten round, carbon coated, solid shot, lightspeed.)

*both the suit and the avian are covered by a bubble shield, after the suit has speedily and powerfully kicked the body away. The bird is bleeding slightly from a wound in his side*

*tumbling away, the body of Willard bounces only three times on the rough, mutilated ground before the vest filled with C4 explodes, the blast radius well overtaking the origional battleground*

That was too much fun! Any requests for the next act?

*Willard crawls out of the earth below, his skin and quickly reforming, his clothing solidifying around him, made of the ashes from the destruction caused by the explosion, the same smile still etched upon his gaunt face*

You'll have to do much better than that, I'm afraid. Good job on guessing where I had the explosives though.

*makes sweeping motion with fist closed; the arm from just below the shoulder down darkens and grows slightly. The hand opens, and the darkness condenses into a sphere which Willard hurls towards the ground just in front of the bubble shield as his arm size returns to normal*

*the DTU suit vanishes, and the avian jumps skywards, powerful legs punching him high into the air to avoid the sphere*

Huh... Looks like this'll be done the old way. Sat 485, begin program "Planetary purge". Authorisation not needed.

<Accepted. Refusing any further orders.>

'Planetary Purge,' hm? Well now, here I thought you were fighting against me. All the same...

*a deep purple-ish red colour starts to swirl and form inside the sphere; it ignites and begins to enlarge at a steady pace*

I still dont want you to live another breath.

*begins to float in air as the sphere also levitates on level with Willard. Gigantic sparts make their way from the sphere to the ground as the sky darkens and the ground begins to dissolve into a melted state for a hundred meters with the center under the sphere*

*rolls his eyes. The railgun adapts, becoming far bigger and impressive looking. He fires it at the sphere. It makes a "plab" noise, and a small sphere falls out of it, and falls down towards the sphere.*

..Oops...

[Sorry, after this, I have to go eat. I'll be back home in a day or so...]

*as the smaller sphere makes contact with the larger one, a ringing sound begins from deep within the earth. Soon after, a large cylindrical structure begins to rise from the ground, spiky turrets and curved features soon become apparent before it breaks away from the earth. The tower continues to rise, however, and the dark sphere is consumed by it before it becomes a completely solid form*

I wonder what tricks you might still have under your wing...

*takes out a large revolver from behind waist, supposedly it was in a holster*

... Bird.

*fires several 13mm silver rounds at Hawk while touching down on the tower's flat top*

*flies, very fast, away from the tower* I put way too much antimatter into that bomb... This won't be- *the tower is enveloped in a sphere of sear-your-face-off-brightness white light, and a boom which isn't heard, but rather is felt by the unpleasant squishing feeling in your brain*

*the tremendous "explosion" engulfs everything in the vicinity; sphere of absent matter contracts then expands in a display of unholy light and force leaving behind utter obliteration of the land*

[tumbleweed]


*blue light begins crackling in the midair; drops from nowhere and lands hard at point Hawk was a couple minutes ago, before staggering back up and dusting self off*


...This isn't what happened.


*sees effect of antimatter bomb; hears something still moving nearby, to great surprise*

*stands up, brushes down feathers* Pleasant. *coughs, comedic smoke cloud forming*

Well, scratch one, then.

*looks around with a mildly perplexed look*

Something changed...this was never how it happened.

Well, this is now how it is happening. So, now we've screwed up what the future should be, maybe we should be careful, yeah? Besides, the other guy is a much bigger threat than you.

Other...?

*looks around to see the figure that has seemingly survived the orbital blast*

[smiles incredulously]

I was supposed to die already, bringing the lasers down on top of the facility. You would survive, work to become head of the Time Police in the future in order to stop me here because I couldn't keep you from becoming the top of command...I saw the end result. I saw countless years ahead of all of this...but he...

[motions toward unknown figure]

...is new.

*chuckles* If he deviates from known history, shall we kill him?

...I've seen no record of this person in any time I've been in.

I don't know if he can be killed.

Always fun to try! ^v^ *reloads gun*

This future is new, I'm surprised you realized that. You've just stumbled upon the most well guarded secret this universe has ever seen, and you still want to try your luck?

*Willard, his face burned away from the bone, gazed slowly up to meet Spring's gaze*

Are you curious? Do you wish to know as I know, realize the truth?

*Willard’s face is completely burnt and devoid of flesh, except for his right eye, which remains intact, but now an unnatural purple-red glow gleams from the depths of the iris. He uses this to make eye contact with Spring*

Like it or not, my secret will be shared...

I was cursed from birth. By some freak accident, my eye was as you see it now... this light allowed me to see everything for how it really is...

"Life itself is only a vision...

*Unable to look away, Spring is forced to watch as the world behind Willard begins to crumble away, the light from the sun disappears, however an eerie glow remains*

"... A dream. Nothing exists but empty space and you... and you..."

*Now all that remains is Willard, and he too disintegrates into smoke, which dissipates into nothingness. Eventually only his skull and one eye remains*

"...Are but a thought."

*Now the skull falls apart, to fragments, then dust... now only the eye remains... and it doesn't fall away. Suddenly, in a great flash of the purest white light, the surreal vision disappears and Willard is seen with his face and body now intact, his usual sadistic grin gone as he stands back in the desert in front of Spring and Hawk*

This world was meant to die. Such is the nature of thought; it cannot be kept alive forever. Idea's change over time, and once they change to such a state where it cannot be recognized... it truly does not exist any longer.

I came to this world to change everything to nothingness... starting with Earth, the centre of this universes life force.

*Hands become stiff but do not clench as twin double edged black blades extend messily from Willard's palms*

You have the VERY special honour of being the first to die for this cause.

*Hawk laughs throatily* I'm going to die for your cause? Sorry, I have a world to rule. You won't get it.

The one and only.


Don't be so conceited, fool. The only reason you are still alive is because my power is not yet complete... Even so...

*in a blur, Willard appears in front of Hawk, in perfect position to slice him in half horizontally with both blades*

Your death is nearer than you think!

*Hawk nods* Beautiful. To imagine you can do this. Well, then. Kill me. Spatter my blood over the floor, and end my existence.

*he spreads his arms*

You misunderstand, Hawk. Before I can destroy this world I must eliminate the few who's life anchors it to existance.

This won't be much fun for me if you don't give a good fight... however, I have a job to do.

*Begins slashing motions with blades, the sun gleaming off of the edges of the blades*

(I has plan. Go ahead and kill him.)

You better make sure you kill me well, and double check too, otherwise the next thing going through your mind will be a small piece of tungsten travelling at the speed of light.

[Ah, alright. Usually, Epic RPs dont have deaths this fast. Or at all XD. So I hope you dont mind if I'm slightly graphic here]

*face contorts with bloodlust, begins killing swing*

Face Oblivion, Bird.

*as Willard's arms exit their crossed position, the easily slice through Hawks midsection, severing his torso from his hips; as they spin through the air, Willard swipes again, this time severing Hawks head before stabbing it through the opening of the neck, out the top of the head*

*kicking off Hawk's head with his foot, Willard advances in search of Spring*

Where are you...

(*applauds* My turn, seeing as you rise from the grave more often than a vampire working in a holy water factory. >v>)

*a small chunk of tungsten passes through Willard's head, causing him to spin around as it exits the other side of his skull, just in time to see Hawk's "body" split into a RGB image, and fade, leaving behind a small silver orb. The real Hawk had just dropped back into the visible spectrum, and reloaded

Too bad you don't expect tricks more often. Although, that was impressive. I think it'll be many nights before I don't have nightmares.

[Such is the nature of Willard I'm afraid. Yes, he does have weaknesses, and yes, he can be destroyed. But I want to draw this battle out, its epic]

*staggering to his feet, Willard tries to keep most of his brains in his head with his wrist as the blades are still extened*

You certainly are much more intelligent than I had first thought. Then again...

*steps forward, allowing wound to heal while raising left hand, pointing blade at Hawk*

I should have expected you to be, being the creator of those annoying satilites... or are you merely a proxy?

*the blade retracts slightly, then, with a large snapping sound, fires towards Hawk at a incredible velocity*

(Thank you Unreal. ^v^)

Those satellites are mine. *the blades (presuming they're metal) halt in mid flight, and drop to the floor* I obey no-one. Unless you pay me. *he loads three red tinted round into his gun*

[actually, I created a mental profile for every bit of Willard's powers, and those blades have a main component of calcium, carbon and iron, so sure, metal works]

How much would you like? Not as if you'd be able to spend it for long...

*Willards left bladeless arm sprouts a large, broad covering that appears to be a kite shield, and dashes towards Hawk, shield raised in a defensive position. As he runs, Willard kicks chunks of the earth below towards Hawk, hoping to either block or at least delay any projectile heading towards him.*

I dunno. It'd have to be a ton of diamonds, but I'm firing those at you.

*he aims roughly at Willard and pulls the trigger, the round accelerates down the barrel. By the time it has reached the end, the casing has melted and, at lightspeed, all that can be seen is a cone of hundreds upon thousands of miniature diamonds, rendering unto shreds anything in their path*

*having made use of the time taken up by Willard's hallucinogenic visions and speech, wrist-mounted flux capacitor has built up enough power to allow another temporal shift to take place which it does; vanishes in a storm of static and arching electricity*

[just before disappearing] Never would I have thought I'd face something I didn't expect...


*instantaneously reappears riding on a red-orange motorcycle modified for time travel featuring decals that look like capsules, armed with a laser cannon for military personnel from a future time; careens toward Willard as Hawk's diamond projectiles somehow manage to find their mark, yet do little lasting damage*

[over sound of motorcycle and commotion] Don't waste your effort!

*steadies cannon while rocketing toward Willard and fires, yellow beam cutting swiftly through the air and instantly reaching his head; skids sideways to a halt just after the blast throws Willard violently backwards several meters instead of cutting straight through him*

[to Hawk] We can't kill him. Only he can do that and these [removes on of the cylindrical jars containing preserved organs from cryogenic container on side of motorcycle] are what will help us to get him to do so. This is bigger than global conquest. Help me or die.

..Organs? What're you going to do with those?

*is clearly a few years older than before; begins to speak as Willard's figure rises from the debris in the distance*

He was the last of a line of ESP test subjects years back at a U.S. government agency I managed to infiltrate. One of the subjects began to develop psychokinetic powers that far exceeded his mind's capacity for ability. The psychic backlash destroyed the entire city the agency was located in. Willard and the other subjects survived. The one who self-destructed, his remains lie in these containers. The research done showed that the subjects could detect and communicate with each other even after they were dead, but only near the remains of one another...I am confident that if we can get him subdued enough, Willard will...learn what the other child that killed him.

*readies laser*

Until then, I'm going to try to stay alive. I don't know if you still have control over your lasers, but know that nothing will kill him except this

*shrugs* If you're going in close, I'll provide artillery support. Accurate artillery. *he reloads his railgun with HE shells*

>.>

You beat me to it...

So that was you, all those years ago? Since you know so much about me already, Spring, I suppose you also know that my mind is stronger than the others were, which is why I was able to transport my body to a safer location, the Upper levels of existance on the day of that explosion...

*sword and shield liquify and are absorbed by Willards flesh*

But do you know how I came to be in the possesion of a forign government? You must know what I've sacrificed to obtain my revenge! Every moment there is a form of existance is an insult to her memory... I will not allow a mere dialouge with the dead stop me.

*removes burnt and shredded overcoat to reveal uncovered arms; while not particulairly impressive, several rasied purple marks that appear to be scars are clearly visable*

Where as those rather remarkable satilites would destroy this planet given a great enough energy source, these are more likely to kill me faster. And I suppose [directed at Spring] that if you read the reports made by the government concerning my abilities, you would know what these are... I do not have much time left before I am consumed by this damn eye... Until I am however, I belive I shall continue to put it to good use.

*markings on arms become swollen, then harden, creating a hard shell around Willards arms, yet joints still function normally. Digging heels into the ground, Willard kicks off in Hawks direction first. As he reaches him, he grabs him by the wrists and hurls him towards Spring and his bike. Not waiting for Hawk to make contact, Willard spreads his hands and fires a continuous beam of energy in his direction, however is unable to see the result of the connection of the beam because of the incredible glare given off*

*as the glare drops off, Hawk and Spring are still standing there, seemingly for no reason, before Hawk drins and looks up sunlight glinting off a bubble shield around them both. Hawk shuts it off* Impressive. Do you know how close to a breach that was? However, for everything you receive, you take some worse. *he pulls out a small pistol, and pulls the trigger. He goes backwards, fast, and one massive blue beam heads for Willard* (Noisy Cricket style)

*barely able to react properly in time, Willard manages to 'catch' the beam from the noisy cricket; the shell now cracked and the rest of his body burnt and bleeding, he begins to convert the beam to electrical energy inside his own arms as he coughs up a some blood created from the rattling of his organs caused by the contact of the blast*

You and you're technology... I wonder how well they will function once they've been shorted out.

*finalizing the conversion, Willard spreads his fingers which seconds later explode, firing ten condensed EMP blasts back towards Hawk. Willard tries to remain standing as he holds his hands close to chest as his fingers slowly reform and organs unscramble*

*burns out and drives around Willard in order to get a clear shot at his back while he fires the EMP blasts at Hawk; the yellow beam of the laser cannon slices through the air once more towards Willard*

*Hawk is hit by the EMPs, and shrugs* You burnt out the cricket, 'cos that sees complex circuitry. Pity for you, the bulk of the railgun is simple, and built to take far more than that pathetic jolt. You'll need two or three hundred times the power.

*he fires the railgun at Willard. True to his word, it fires perfectly.*

(Damn... This was fun. *reads, nostalgias*)

*tempted to reread wooden pole*

(Wooden pole?)

*dat nicholson*

The single greatest thing I have ever contributed to on this site and possibly the internet as a whole.

Oh...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQncimOKVSA

Listen to that while reading any part of it.