End of the Beast, Section 1: Strange New Age - Page 5

Azisien · 08-23-2005, 08:39 PM

"Well...firstly we don't even know how far ahead of my time we are yet. They were speaking in English, though. This place does seem to resemble a North American city too. I've never heard of any defense branch by that name, so some massive changes must have occurred in the world. We never had giant bird-head robots in 2020, that I can assure you." Luke was really just as confused as the rest of them. Too many questions were unanswered, and that leaves everything to assumption and guesswork. "I can't tell you, Artemis. I mean, to these people we just popped into existence out of some dimensional spacetime tear, they will be just as confused as we are."

CallmePrismatic · 08-26-2005, 08:29 PM

Artemis shrugged in confusion, a motion he had developed in life and refined in Purgatory. "I just don't see the point of the cell. The only reason to keep someone locked up is to let them sleep off the drink or keep the people who want to kill them out." Artemis slumped down and fell through the door that appeared as the wall slid away in a noiseless motion, revealing an expansive room decorated only with a long, Last-Supper-esque table at one end.

Artemis sprung up and reached for either of his non-there guns. He didn't know exactly what he would have shot at if he had had his guns. The room appeared to be clean but in the way a nice guestroom was clean, meant to always be looked at but not neccessarily lived in. He led the party out of the cell and looked around at the barely-there room. Take away the table and it was basically Purgatory.

PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME The voice came out of nowhere and echoed through the office. Artemis wished for his guns yet again and spun around trying to locate the sound. REPEATING QUERY: PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME

"Artemis Hillon?" He said it as if he was unsure if it would be correct. The voice subsided and then returned, coinciding with the table glowing for a second and revealing his gun. ARTEMIS HILLON, ONE GUN Artemis approached the table and tentatively took his weapon. It was altogether unchanged.

"I hope you find it sufficient, we try to keep our detainees belongings in proper condition." Artemis delighted somewhat in the fact that he now had a gun to point at the voice that he didn't recognize and the face...of a very average man. Everything about him seemed to scream normalcy. He appeared capable of taking any job and never being noticed. "Our A.I. is being fine-tuned at the moment but Jenny is more than capable of retrieving your personal effects." He smiled, even with a gun pointed at his face and surrounded by eight angry faces. His words were in English and trickled through the soul-link into the various languages but his stature was readable by them all, one of no fear or other emotion. "Jenny understands any language, if that is the problem."

Artemis's mouth caught up to his trigger finger. "Who the hell are you?"

"Please Mr. Hillon, I would rather everyone be comfortable and in some cases fully dressed before we fully begin." He passed through the stunned faces and seated himself at the table, facing the guardians. "Jenny, if you will."

PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME

Raiden · 08-26-2005, 10:07 PM

Thomas stepped forward. He was starting to get a chill from wearing only the thin trousers he had worn for the past several centuries.

"Thomas Allgood..." Thomas Allgood. One sword, one shield, one cape, and one complete suit of armor, sans helmet.

Thomas's belongings appeared on the table. He reached out, and almost immediately began to put his armor on.

"Hey, where's my-?"

A shirt suddenly phazed into existance on the table. If he could see a face of the strange woman handing out their possessions, he would have made a strange look.

dementedmongoose · 08-26-2005, 11:55 PM

"Asi ibn Rashad?" Asi stated, almost more questioning than stating. ASI IBN RASHAD, TWO SWORDS AND SHEATHES, ONE ROBE. Gathering his sheathes, Asi slipped them over his shoulders, and replaced the swords. Asi then tore off the paper pants and threw his robe on, completely oblivious to the fact he'd just exposed himself to the entire party. After he had his robe, he noted that everyone was staring at him in shock. Realizing what he'd just done, Asi nearly swore, getting out, "Aww, shi-" before he stopped mid-word, remembering the curse. "Okay, would you mind explaining what is going on here? Oh, right, English. Infidels, bah."

Death Dealer · 08-27-2005, 09:23 AM

"Rocco Thompson." ROCCO THOMPSON. TWO THOMPSON GUNS, ONE BULLETPROOF VEST. 'But I didn't have a...' Rocco just smiled inwardly and took his guns and the vest, sliding off his shirt long enough to slip it on. Even though he really didn't have a bulletproof vest when he came, if they wanted to give him one, he wasn't going to complain.

Toastburner B · 08-27-2005, 09:59 PM

"Nathaniel Jackson." Nat said, fighting off the temptation to offer his full title.

NATHANIEL JACKSON: ONE CUTLASS, TWO FLINTLOCK PISTOLS, JACKET.

The pirate took his posessions, drawing his sword to make sure the blade was unblemished. Nodding in satisfaction, he turned back towards the man. "Thank ye."

CallmePrismatic · 08-27-2005, 10:31 PM

The man behind the table motioned to laugh before straightening out again. "Please Mr. Rashad, speak freely, I assume you all have some way to communicate with each other and I will not be a deterrent to polite conversation."

Artemis blinked for a second. Every word that had come out of the new guy's mouth had been in perfect 'Rashadi'. "But I would like to hold off on further inquisition, my superior is due to arrive soon and all things considered it would be much better for every applicable party to be involved in situations like these." That sentence had been uttered in impeccable Greek.

Rhiya Ravenwing · 08-28-2005, 06:24 PM

Genes looked suspicious as she stated her name, and the AI intoned out her items of possession. She disappeared in a flurry of clothing as she threw on her old greek clothing - the ones that didn't chafe as harshly as these strange new clothes. Her weapons and armour - mostly silver - were strapped comfortingly onto her bodice.

She spun around when she heard greek, her eyes widening, then narrowing.
"You speak a stranger version of my tongue, stranger. Is this the 'present' dialect of greek?" she replied in ancient Greek suspiciously.

OOC: There is ANCIENT and present day greek... i think....

Azisien · 08-28-2005, 07:14 PM

"Luke Deprez."

LUKE DEPREZ. TWO KALASHNIKOV INTERFACE SUBMACHINE GUNS.

The guns appeared on the table. Luke picked them up and slid them neatly into the sheathing pockets on his suit. He made a cursory check and saw that they were still loaded. His suit read as fully loaded as well.

"All right, enough of the mystery magic tricks." Luke turned slightly to face the man, who for all he knew may or may not actually be real. "What year is this? Where are we locally and nationally? And although our...appearance may have been strange, what do you want with us?"

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OOC: You are correct, and as technologically advanced as this society is appearing to be, I doubt they have proper ancient greek on all their little language dummies. Course...it could be some freaky brain-reading language interpreter farther into the future than I imagined... *runs*

08-26-2005, 10:07 PM	#43
Raiden Just a passing through veteran Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: On your couch. Yes? Posts: 5,327	Thomas stepped forward. He was starting to get a chill from wearing only the thin trousers he had worn for the past several centuries. "Thomas Allgood..." Thomas Allgood. One sword, one shield, one cape, and one complete suit of armor, sans helmet. Thomas's belongings appeared on the table. He reached out, and almost immediately began to put his armor on. "Hey, where's my-?" A shirt suddenly phazed into existance on the table. If he could see a face of the strange woman handing out their possessions, he would have made a strange look. __________________ I have a signature. It's a really cool one, too. It's so awesome, you'd pull your eyes out and punch your mother. Sadly, these rules state that my signature is just too darned big. Too much awesome for such a small space. Oh well. You can still punch your mother...if you want... Fifth and Krylo made me do it. http://www.animecubed.com/billy/user...sigs/60266.jpg Be the Ultimate Ninja! Play Billy Vs. SNAKEMAN today!

08-26-2005, 11:55 PM	#44
dementedmongoose Mangoose! Join Date: May 2004 Location: IN TEH NAVYS! SINKIN UR SHIPS! Posts: 655	"Asi ibn Rashad?" Asi stated, almost more questioning than stating. ASI IBN RASHAD, TWO SWORDS AND SHEATHES, ONE ROBE. Gathering his sheathes, Asi slipped them over his shoulders, and replaced the swords. Asi then tore off the paper pants and threw his robe on, completely oblivious to the fact he'd just exposed himself to the entire party. After he had his robe, he noted that everyone was staring at him in shock. Realizing what he'd just done, Asi nearly swore, getting out, "Aww, shi-" before he stopped mid-word, remembering the curse. "Okay, would you mind explaining what is going on here? Oh, right, English. Infidels, bah." __________________ I was nothing but a lonely all American boy, Looking out for something to do. And you were nothing but a lonely all American girl, But you were something like a dream come true. Last edited by dementedmongoose; 08-26-2005 at 11:58 PM.

08-27-2005, 09:23 AM	#45
Death Dealer Death Dealer's True Form? Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Cleft Of Dimension Posts: 624	"Rocco Thompson." ROCCO THOMPSON. TWO THOMPSON GUNS, ONE BULLETPROOF VEST. 'But I didn't have a...' Rocco just smiled inwardly and took his guns and the vest, sliding off his shirt long enough to slip it on. Even though he really didn't have a bulletproof vest when he came, if they wanted to give him one, he wasn't going to complain. __________________ When there was life, there was death, that's where I come in. (From Sloganizer.net) You don't want Death Dealer as your enemy.

08-27-2005, 09:59 PM	#46
Toastburner B Toasty has left the building Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Hiding...because I don't want to die. Posts: 3,936	"Nathaniel Jackson." Nat said, fighting off the temptation to offer his full title. NATHANIEL JACKSON: ONE CUTLASS, TWO FLINTLOCK PISTOLS, JACKET. The pirate took his posessions, drawing his sword to make sure the blade was unblemished. Nodding in satisfaction, he turned back towards the man. "Thank ye." __________________ I came, I saw, I got team-killed. A lot.

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08-23-2005, 08:39 PM	#41
Azisien wat Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 7,177	"Well...firstly we don't even know how far ahead of my time we are yet. They were speaking in English, though. This place does seem to resemble a North American city too. I've never heard of any defense branch by that name, so some massive changes must have occurred in the world. We never had giant bird-head robots in 2020, that I can assure you." Luke was really just as confused as the rest of them. Too many questions were unanswered, and that leaves everything to assumption and guesswork. "I can't tell you, Artemis. I mean, to these people we just popped into existence out of some dimensional spacetime tear, they will be just as confused as we are."

08-28-2005, 07:14 PM	#49
Azisien wat Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 7,177	"Luke Deprez." LUKE DEPREZ. TWO KALASHNIKOV INTERFACE SUBMACHINE GUNS. The guns appeared on the table. Luke picked them up and slid them neatly into the sheathing pockets on his suit. He made a cursory check and saw that they were still loaded. His suit read as fully loaded as well. "All right, enough of the mystery magic tricks." Luke turned slightly to face the man, who for all he knew may or may not actually be real. "What year is this? Where are we locally and nationally? And although our...appearance may have been strange, what do you want with us?" ------ OOC: You are correct, and as technologically advanced as this society is appearing to be, I doubt they have proper ancient greek on all their little language dummies. Course...it could be some freaky brain-reading language interpreter farther into the future than I imagined... runs