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"Infectious I am, I flow in your blood Can you feel me clawing at your veins? I will blur the divide between death and love I will bind you fast in rusty chains"
[align=left] Dark storm clouds arrayed in a churning pattern above Australia’s heartland heralded the flightcraft’s arrival. Sheets of rain flowed in utter torrents to the earth as propellers sprouted from the crown while the wings retracted into the body of the jet. Manning what would now be considered an oblong helicopter, Dominique maneuvered with impeccable skill down onto the sadly drooping wild grasses. The two foot soldiers and the Subordinate were out first, eagerly patrolling a substantial radius around the flightcraft while Dominique and her general remained within. The Dom eyed the sky with something close to irritation evident in her gaze. She thought that the weather might interfere with the signal she needed to remain in control of her horde. Stepping out of her seat, Dominique rifled through the plethora of gear that she had thought to pack. Finding a heavy duty transmitter, the cyborg easily swung from her berth to the top of the flightcraft. She securely fastened the device and lifted her lips in the approximation of a smile as she felt the connection between her and her army intensify. Slight concern flashed over Dominique’s consciousness as she felt the Cataero struggling in the winds high above Russia. "No matter", she told herself. It would arrive eventually. After descending to the earth, she regarded the general still in the cabin and gestured for her to follow. Her inner compass and directional unit had been disintegrated by the remaking, but the function was still present regardless of the lack of a physical presence. She felt her destination calling to the South-West. The feeling was compounded by the mental call of the Subordinate who had apparently discovered the locals. Dominique stalked through the grass in the purposeful manner of all predators. With Renata by her side, she found the Subordinate perched atop a bluff that overlooked a valley wherein lay a small village. Dominique summoned the two still wandering grunts to her side. It would not do to advertise their presence. The weather calmed suddenly as Dom surveyed the community. Piercing sunlight shone in rays to illuminate the crude huts. Perhaps sensing the lull in the weather, an oddly shaped head poked out of one of the dwellings followed by the rest of its equally peculiar body. The Dom tilted her head in consternation. The creature had a rounded head with large ears that called of a resemblance to hairless guinea pigs. It, with a slope-back posture, stood about as tall as Dominique’s waist. Strange knobbles stuck out of the torso’s posterior and a light of kind, yet keen, intelligence shone in its eyes. To Renata, the Dom muttered, “What manner of beast is this?”
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[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
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[align=left] The Cataero, after a wild journey, had touched down in Russia. Following Dominique’s orders, the Shadowkittens had located a group of Nightstalkers. Peeking out from behind an evergreen, the lead kitten, in her superbly analytical mind, noted the presence of a strange smell, one that she had not previously come across. Sending the sensation to Dominique, the kitty waited. Dominique responded almost instantaneously with an anatomically correct diagram and an explanation of the beasts’ mannerisms. The Dom called these misshapen entities ‘camels.’ The kitten nodded warily. She would stay clear of their hooves. Her mistress sent another warning of the beasts’ spitting range and the kitty shuddered. Always heeding the Dom, the kitten journeyed forward alone, leaving her companions behind. Approaching the camels’ packs unnoticed by the humans, the kitten caught a whiff of a powerful aura. Shocked, she instantly sent a query to Dominique who uncharacteristically lapsed into a brief silence. “Approach the tribal females,” she eventually commanded, “Ask for a trade.” The kitten walked daintily up to the scantily clad women. “Aren’t you two cold?” she asked in a pleasant chirrup of a voice. Without waiting for an answer, she continued, “My mistress was gratified to learn of the earth scroll in your possession. She would like to obtain it and is prepared to pay any price you might deem suitable.”
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
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[align=left] The Shadowkitten opened her mouth wide... and a harsh tone rang out of the pink maw that jarred horribly with the small body. Dominique spoke through her minion, “That is irrelevant. What would persuade you to part with it?”
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[align=left] “The power is evident even from a distance. You did not properly...” The kitten wrinkled her nose and gave a fierce sneeze as she caught the wafting fumes of a cigarette. The voice gave a short exasperated sigh, “...Ward it.”
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[align=left] The kitten yawned prettily as Dominique considered. “I have several technologically advanced containers. They warp space through an exploitation of quantum mechanics which permits for an indefinite amount of items to be placed within. The nature of the science also cloaks magical resonance.”
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[align=left] “You have not learned of the scroll?” questioned the Dom with substantial disbelief as the kitten continued to fulfill the part of the willing mouth piece, “How could Elementals not know how to invoke the True Tongue? Should that be my offer to you? To make the scroll worth something personally?”
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
The shifting rain does tap A gentle dance, so soft Upon my upturned brow
[align=center] [align=left] RolePlayed by: Voltaira Age: Five Species: Human and Jaguar/Brute Faction: Rogues Elements: Water History: Captured from their native homeland and imprisoned within Dominique's labs, Zaire and Nuru broke the bonds of their enslavement and started on a journey to find the Nightstalkers to enact justice for those slaves left behind. Zaire is quite precocious for his age and Nuru was given speech courtesy of Dominique's tinkering with his psyche. Weapons: Nuru Theme song: [youtube][/youtube]
[align=left][align=center][color=red][font=comic sans]Worries partner in twos And whirl off to waltz Among the dewy drips
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[align=left] The Shadowkitten hissed in righteous anger. “The kitty does have a self-immolation option,” commented Dominique with wry humor, “I would suggest retracting your appendage... "To answer your question, the True Tongue is the language of the Ancient Elementals. They recorded their knowledge in a multitude of scrolls, using the language of their parents. Speaking and reading the True Tongue is essential if one wishes to learn of the scrolls, unless, of course, one has access to a translator.”
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
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[align=left] The small feline leapt, claws outstretched and swiped Zetsubou across the cheek leaving red, weeping streaks. The scroll, with a dry, crackling thump that belied its actual weight, struck the ground and curled up once more. The construct was on it at once, grabbing the Earth Scroll in her wide-spread pink jaw. She briefly wrinkled her nose at the gritty texture evident on her tongue and spun to race into the forest, stubby kitten tail raised high in excitement.
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
"Infectious I am, I flow in your blood Can you feel me clawing at your veins? I will blur the divide between death and love I will bind you fast in rusty chains"
[align=left] “I’m so sorry for your cheek,” said the kitten with seeming sincerity, speaking in her own melodious voice atop the Cataero, the thieved item out of sight, “But my mistress wishes the scroll to be presented to her personally and I couldn’t think of another way to get you alone. If you wish for the power of Earth, you must come to her.” A Explosive strutted menacingly up to Zetsubou’s legs and intertwined itself between them, rubbing its hard metallic outer shell against her calves in crude imitation of a mammalian feline.
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
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[align=left] The Shadowkitten chirped, “The where is not important, but the how most certainly is,” as she watched Zetsubou attempt to cram her body into a space that was certainly not designed for human use. Slight astonishment widened the construct’s eyes as the girl managed to fit one leg high over her head and completely ensconce herself within the flightcraft. Far away to the South, Dominique laughed out loud in amusement at the sight, to the confusion of her companions. A ChemRat slunk in. Clawing into the small gap left by the tribal female’s awkwardly positioned limbs it began expelling a noxious sleeping agent as the entrance to the Cataero slowly closed with an oiled hiss. The kitten jumped off the roof in apt wariness of the emerging rotors. They furled out and spun with increasing speed until the air around the clearing throbbed with their power. The Cataero lifted straight up into the canopy, escaping through the gap from which it had come, into the open sky and tossing wind currents above Russia.
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
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[align=left] The Shadowkitten looked off after the distressed and departing female. Silently, her brethren gathered behind. Their work was not done. Dominique wanted continued reconnaissance despite the unforeseen departure of the Cataero. With eager, yet unnoticeable pawsteps, the constructs trotted after the lone girl to track the Nightstalkers.
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
Name:MidNight Rain RolePlayed by:austinlionstorm Age:20 Species:Dark Angel Faction:Rouge Elements:Wind Appearance: [img width=510 height=464]http://i402.photobucket.com/al…nix_Evolution/manga36.jpg[/img] History:Sent to cleanse the world of evil, seeing that all humans where, he went on a killing spree. That was his only intent until he saw that humans would sacrifice themselves for the sake of others, his heart turned and now has no side not knowing whats good and evil. Now living as a mercenary fighting for the highest bidder, living a corrupted life hoping he can figure out what to do. With a purpose in mind to serve the good and crush the evil he sets foot on this land hoping to make a difference in others lives. Weapons:Twin short swords, Throwing Knives, and Brass Knuckles Theme song:Youth of the nation by: p.o.d
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This thread is technically canceled...as in the Nightstalkers are no more. However, there are some people who would like to continue it. Dominique, Renata, Maneki, and Zetsubou are willing to keep going. If you would like to join us, you are
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[align=left] The Shadowkitten received a revision of orders from Dominique. Shrugging her thin shoulders, the feline danced over to the abandoned female from her hiding spot in the woods and presented the most appealing persona she could think of. Her eyes grew large as she flopped on her back and asked sweetly, small paws waving vaguely, “Would you please accompany us to the east?” The remaining Chemrat, the two other Shadowkittens, and the Explosive approached meekly in their leader’s wake, all attempting to look non-threatening.
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
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[align=left] A single cyborg looked on as the Cataero landed with a smooth thump. It came to a rest and the mechanized access door swung open slowly. Fog billowed out and eventually the form of a young, unconscious woman was able to be seen. Jumping quickly out, the ChemRat slunk away into the shadows to join its brethren in the laboratory proper. The cyborg strode quickly forth wielding a hypodermic needle in a metallic grip. He sunk the tip into Zetsubou’s neck and depressed the plunger. His mistress had been adamant in her message of caution. Cocking his head in puzzlement, the cyborg attempted to reason through the process of dislodging the female from the flightcraft. Tugging at one foot was no good, her other leg caught against the portal hole in an intractable folded position which locked her entire body in place. Heeding a medical diagram from Dominique, the cyborg pushed Zetsubou’s body back into the Cataero, then leaned over to the troubling limb. Grasping her hip and her femur in a firm two-handed grasp, the cyborg yanked quickly. A loud pop! resonated through the landing deck. The cyborg stilled and glanced at the woman’s face, finding it to be still calm. Folding her leg back fully to her chest, he was able to lever her body fully out of the flightcraft. Placing her on the floor, he quickly extended her dislocated leg and jammed it back into socket. Letting her leg drop, the cyborg felt inside the Cataero for its storage containment. Depressing a small lever, a metal panel fell open. The Earth Scroll rolled out and fell into the cyborg’s outstretched hand. He opened his own chest panel and secreted the scroll within to be placed in lockdown with the Water Scroll. With the scroll safely secured, the cyborg swept Zetsubou up with expediency and walked with purposeful urgency to the containment cells. He felt a brief moment of pity. She would wake in a windowless concrete room safeguarded by a thick titanium door. Her element would be powerless.
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
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[align=left] Dominique nodded slowly, her gleaming skull scheming. Looking upwards quickly, the cyborg noted that dark storm clouds still mulled in mass above her. Grasping Renata’s flaming hand in hers, the Dom thrust their combined fists into the air while summoning wind. Lightning struck the clasped hands and burnt through the pair with a terrible, ripping agony. Dominique noted the punishment carefully. It would seem that circumnavigating the attainment of fire scrolls would have some consequences. She doubted that she would be able to combine her power with Renata in this way again, but could not summon the thought to care when she was in the possession of such an indescribable amount of power. Directing the current to the small huts, Dominique smiled as her will was obeyed. They burst into fire as the lightning struck again and again. Small figures wailed as they dashed out of their burning homes and tried to make it to the hills. “Two males and three females” ordered Dominique grimly in a mental order to her slaves. They dashed away to fulfill her command as the Dom directed her power to eliminating those humanoid rodents that made it too far away. Eventually, watching their fellow villagers be struck ahead of them, the remaining brutes stopped fleeing and gathered together in a tight huddle with Dominique’s cyborgs patrolling around the parameters. So said the Subordinate in a mental plea, “Mistress, we cannot tell the gender of these creatures.” Dominique frowned and extricated her hand from Renata’s grip. Jumping gracefully down from the bluff, she loped across the valley to her captives. Eyeing them closely, in a milling collection of perhaps ten individuals, Dominique had to admit that she was unsure of their sexuality as well. Deciding quickly to attempt to communicate, “I am known as Dominique. I would speak to your leader,” she said slowly. A small specimen pushed its way forward. It had deep wrinkles etched into its facial skin and was dry-washing its hands nervously, yet a boiling fury and rage shown clearly just behind its eyes. “I am…the closest thing to a…leader that my people…have,” said the brute in a dryly rasping voice that hesitated and cracked. “How do you breed?” asked Dominique pleasantly. The aged creature shook in suppressed righteous anger with perhaps a shade of fear. “Why?...Why would you…do this…to us?” One of its companions, a young brute by its smooth features, lunged forward with a lethal looking spear pointed at Dominique’s heart. The Subordinate smoothly wrenched the spear away and grabbed the creature’s rounded head in her golden hand, lifting it away from the main group and so the attached feet no longer touched the ground. They kicked and swung in panic. The Subordinate idly examined the beast’s ears and ran her un-occupied hand gently over one curve Dominique stared impassively down at the self-proclaimed leader. “I would answer the question,” she said in a tone that left few notions to the imagination. “We reproduce…asexually…” said the brute reluctantly with its eyes on its young friend. “Just three, I think,” ordered Dominique. The two foot-soldiers snatched an additional couple of younger-looking brutes from out of the fold and dragged them to stand behind the Subordinate, twitching and squirming. “Renata, you may commence the extermination,” said Dominique, her attention waning as she turned to look towards the direction of her ambitions.
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
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[align=left] The kitty blinked, “My eyes are made of focusing lenses and are protected by a thick layer of glass,” she said sweetly, “Acid would be a better choice.” She waved a paw over her mouth in a gesture of humor. “My mistress wants to entertain you in her…house. She didn’t realize that that woman was your sister and is dreadfully sorry for the misunderstanding. You see, she is also an Elemental and thinks that you all can learn from each other.” Red eyes blinked sincerely up at Maneki.
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
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[align=left] Dominique stalked through the grass, screams resonating in her sensitive ears. She curled her lip in annoyance and tuned them out. Behind her, the two foot-soldiers shoved the prisoners back towards the jet. Renata and the Subordinate fell in behind their master. Speaking aloud for Renata’s benefit, “The crystals are directly ahead. I sense an oddity…” Dominique’s clear voice dropped to a mutter as she narrowed her eyes with misgiving. She knew not what precisely lay ahead, but it felt potentially treacherous. The Dom kicked at the grasses at her feet, revealing a deep hole bordered by stones. A woven ladder stretched down some six feet. She looked to the Subordinate who bobbed her fiery tresses in acknowledgment. The golden cyborg immediately jumped into the pit, arms lengthening into lethal weapons. With a glance at Renata, Dominique followed her Subordinate with a sure jump.
[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
"Infectious I am, I flow in your blood Can you feel me clawing at your veins? I will blur the divide between death and love I will bind you fast in rusty chains"
[align=left] Smooth chalky stone and small, dual clouds of dust greeted Dominique’s feet as she landed with a masterful crouch into what seemed to be a natural tunnel. She followed the blaze of orange hair ahead of her through the rough walls of the passageway which seemed to lead down towards the Earth’s core, the dim light making no difference to her superb vision. The air was cool and growing colder, but Dom’s feet showed no hesitation in their steady pace. She glanced down in a brief pursuit of a passing thought; the brutes must have worked over the floor to avoid impedance of their journeys back and forth through the tunnel. Why would they have needed use of the resonance crystals? I did not sense Elemental power from the creatures… After some time, the Subordinate suddenly halted. Dominique walked to peer over her shoulder and frowned. Illuminated by the light of bluely glowing stalactites, six large mammals wandered about in an enormous cavern which had several more tunnels branching off of it. One turned towards the hidden trio and Dominique’s lips parted in a surprised fashion as the flexible metal around her eyes climbed far away from her eyes. Giant guinea pigs? The beasts’ withers stood as high as the cyborgs’ shoulders and thick, multicolored brown hair covered every bit of their bodies with exceptions for the finer hair on their ears and noses. Long lashes masked dark eyes that glittered ominously in the small light let off from the ceiling. Dominique, in an almost inaudible whisper, uttered the unassuming phrase, “Guinea pigs are docile.” Showing an impressive lack of fear, she ordered the Subordinate aside who ghosted along behind her as her mistress moved forward. Keeping her eyes trained at the beasties, Dominique did not see the small rock in time to avoid it. Struck by her foot, it clattered sharply in the wide open space, echoing as it hit the floor again and again. Six pairs of round eyes swiveled round to lock onto the silver cyborg who froze, her sense of dread realized. Six pairs of jaws opened wide, impossibly wide, to fan out revealing horribly sharp incisors framing a mouth full of bristling fangs. Strings of drool fell from their slavering mouths and hit the floor. “Shit,” said the Subordinate.
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[align=left][align=center][color=white][font=courier]"Contagious I am, I have chosen my prey Can you feel your will begin to rot? Your soul fights against decay Where life has failed, death will not."
