[Game] Reclaim (locked)

The game starts about three weeks or so after the Magi-Reclaimer War is declared. Feel free to start how you like; if you want me to designate starting points for you because you can’t think of any yourself, uhh… Magi are preparing defenses against another Reclaimer attack, Reclaimers are preparing their next offensive and/or scouting Earth. Those are optional, of course, but if you can’t think of any yourself, those are the recommended starting points.

Step a foot out of the starting time from anybody else, and I will not hesitate to timewarp/retcon you directly into the correct time period.

Neenjaw?

Jared
This seat is uncomfortable. God, i HATE these kinds of dropships! Why is it the pilot seat gets full leather lining, while our seats are just metal benches?!
Ah, who gives a f*ck. We’re gonna be getting out soon anyway.
I’m sitting in the dropship with 3 of my friends, a couple other people that are also apart of this special ops team. I load my gun with some Mark III Energy rounds.
“So, where are we heading?” i ask.
“I hear that we are going to be covertly destroying one of their outposts.”
“Oh… Really? Good riddance. I cant stand these disgusting animals running around what is rightfully ours.”
After stating that, the intercom sounds to life, with the voice of the pilot.
“We’re coming up on the clearing now. I’ll let you out shortly.”
After about five seconds, a loud bump is heard, the craft shakes a little bit, then the side doors open. We jump out and keep our weapons at the ready, being wary of god knows what on this planet.
The dropship lifts up into the air and flies off as the four of us head into the thick foliage.

Cynetus Vanati

The first wave is always the most difficult. Located near what would be new york, Cyn’s forces had secured a base and were ready to sweep down on the areas around new york. "Listen up, ladies. You know darn well the price of failure. Those mages MUST die, not that any of us have a choice in that matter. I was the one to spearhead the first movement to secure this location, let alone the rest of the planet.

You are to secure a perimeter here so others can land in this place. Scour this base for any remaining insurgents and see if you can capture at least one of them. Its imperative we know the enemy better so we can adapt to their special abilities. And above all, remember your training." Cynetus said, then began preparing himself for the next phaze of these operations. However, he had orders to hold position until the elites could arrive.

Jared
I come upon what appears to be some sort of base. It appears like a Reclaimer base of some sort. Then, i see a group of people getting ready to do something. Judging from their position, it appears they are getting ready to defend.
“Hey, are you the group holding this base?”

Step a foot out of the starting time from anybody else, and I will not hesitate to timewarp/retcon you directly into the correct time period.

[Two can play at that game.]
[Let’s get it started!]
Ohana
It seems I’ve been landed with training the kittens at magic and swordsmanship, nya. I hope these newbies get alot better and quick because we are going to have to defend ourself from reclaimer attack soon nya.

“You eyeballing me boy nya?
“No sir.”
“Eyes straight nya.”
“Yes sir!”
“Where you from boy nya?”
“Kyoto sir!”
“The only two things in Kyoto are steers and queers, and I don’t see any horns on you boy nya.”
“No sir!”
“I expect to lose half of you before I’m finished nya. I will use every means at my disposal, fair or unfair, to trip you up, expose your weaknesses nya…as a potential mage…and as a human being. Understand nya? The prize at the other end is a magic education that will make you the strongest of the Magi, but first you have to pass me nya.

Cynetus

“Hmph. Ten pushups now! I dont care if you agree or not. Refuse this, you get a court marshal. Always call me ‘Sir’. Next time, it will be 50 pushups and 10 lashes.
As for your question, Yes. We are the group holding this base. Our orders are to stay put until the elites arrive at this drop-off point. The plan is to reclaim what was new york area first.” Cynetus said, then added: “And dont bother asking for my name. There are very few that are worthy of knowing my name. Only 3 elites have earned sufficient trust and ranking to know who I am. If you dare ask, that will be 50 lashes AND a court marshal.”

[… Magi recruits are more willing to fight than reclaimers? That’s a good sign. For us nya.]
[Also, lashes? What are we in the fuedal ages?]

Originally posted by ocelot:

[… Magi recruits are more willing to fight than reclaimers? That’s a good sign. For us nya.]
[Also, lashes? What are we in the fuedal ages?]

(cynetus is a harsh military leader. Nothing speaks pain like whip lashes as far as I know.)

Originally posted by developous:

Cynetus

“Hmph. Ten pushups now! I dont care if you agree or not. Refuse this, you get a court marshal. Always call me ‘Sir’. Next time, it will be 50 pushups and 10 lashes.
As for your question, Yes. We are the group holding this base. Our orders are to stay put until the elites arrive at this drop-off point. The plan is to reclaim what was new york area first.” Cynetus said, then added: “And dont bother asking for my name. There are very few that are worthy of knowing my name. Only 3 elites have earned sufficient trust and ranking to know who I am. If you dare ask, that will be 50 lashes AND a court marshal.”

Jared
Upon hearing the beginning, i pull out my identification. I show it to this man to make sure he knows who i am.
“Class 1 Special Operations. Unless you want to be executed, i suggest you refrain from that kind of language next time.”
I say this while in a very ominous pose.
“Now, my superior has told me that i was to meet up with you to destroy a Magi base.”

[Nice]
[Water boarding = much better. Have you ever seen the ancient greek torture device which was effectively just a metal bull which people are put inside then you lock it and slowly heat it up to flesh searing temperature and leave them for about an hour.]
[Now what was that about whip lashes?]

Originally posted by undeadcupcake3:

Originally posted by developous:

Cynetus

“Hmph. Ten pushups now! I dont care if you agree or not. Refuse this, you get a court marshal. Always call me ‘Sir’. Next time, it will be 50 pushups and 10 lashes.
As for your question, Yes. We are the group holding this base. Our orders are to stay put until the elites arrive at this drop-off point. The plan is to reclaim what was new york area first.” Cynetus said, then added: “And dont bother asking for my name. There are very few that are worthy of knowing my name. Only 3 elites have earned sufficient trust and ranking to know who I am. If you dare ask, that will be 50 lashes AND a court marshal.”

Jared
Upon hearing the beginning, i pull out my identification. I show it to this man to make sure he knows who i am.
“Class 1 Special Operations. Unless you want to be executed, i suggest you refrain from that kind of language next time.”
I say this while in a very ominous pose.
“Now, my superior has told me that i was to meet up with you to destroy a Magi base.”

Cynetus

damned special opps… Cyn cautiously thought. He didnt really like such forces.
“Ah, so you are managing the elites then. Good. But this isn’t the place for that. Meet me in that bunker over there in 15 minutes, ok? Gotta prepare for this situation.” he said, then began preparing for the operations in this sector of the planet. It would take just about all 15 minutes, but cynetus was terribly efficient. Just after a few minutes, infact, the announcements had arrived ordering the forces into double time for the elites.

Originally posted by developous:

Cynetus

damned special opps… Cyn cautiously thought. He didnt really like such forces.
“Ah, so you are managing the elites then. Good. But this isn’t the place for that. Meet me in that bunker over there in 15 minutes, ok? Gotta prepare for this situation.”

Jared
“Okay. I’ll do that.”
Feeling that this situation didnt end too well, I interface with my cybernetics and strengthen my muscles.

Xill

I sit on board one of the smaller cruisers, in orbit around earth. And I sit. And so on and so forth. The primary issue with being an oversized mobile weapon is that you very rarely get sent in, unless the enemy has their own. Various strike teams were preparing for various assaults, so it was only a matter of time until the enemy set up some manor of resistance… Then it’d be my turn to play.

Jared
Walking over behind the base where nobody could see me, i turn on a communication device that was implanted into my head.
“Sir, i have met with the strike team. We will be heading to the base shortly.”

Cynetus

“Acknowledged, and good luck. You will need it.” Cyn said, patiently. “Beware. Reports show that the mages have made a sizable garrison in there. This will be very tricky to pull off.”

Jared
“Thank you for the information.”
I head off into the foliage towards where the base is. After a few minutes, we get to the area that the base appears to be at.

Urag
I lean on the city gates. Nothing good comes round here. I can’t wait for some theif or bandit or something so I can have a good old fashioned fight to the death! Is that too much to ask? I look up at Raek on the battlement above the gates. I hate archers. They always get the first shot off. Get a sneaky hit. They have no honour. The best way to experience a battle is from right on the front lines, so you can smell the blood of your enemies.

Ohana
It’s later, after the young apprentices have gone to thier quarters, I spar alongside the other swordplay experts, this being Japan there was always alot nya. Somehow my luck and my nine lives always let me come out on top nya. I usually either get or avoid a valid hit by about a millimeter nya.
I thrust my sword forwards, stopping about a hairs bredth from his face shouting “Men!”
“… Looks like you win again”
“Of course nya. Come on, who’s next nya?”
Various tired creatures lie around the room, tired out. “Well I guess this is enough for tonight nya. See you tomorrow then nya.”

The Evanescent One

How long have I been alive? Decades as a human, then centuries after returning from my unfathomably deep slumber? Can my current existence even be called “alive”?

I idly examine my hand, almost completely indistinguishable from that of a real human being. Touch it, and one will feel the warmth of human flesh. And yet when cut, the flesh does not bleed; even the wound itself quickly heals because of the Life magic that permeates every cell of this fabricated body. It’s rather ironic, really, that such a dead thing is so full of life; the body itself is formed out of the dead flesh and bones of whatever corpses I have found, reanimated by Death and warped by Life until it resembled the human body I once possessed millennia ago. I am alive, yes, in a perverse mockery to life, death, and even unlife.

I have been wandering the lands aimlessly for so long. Waking up in a world of ruin, I watched as societies were rebuilt and restored to their former glory, greater than even those of the first age of magic. And then they came from the stars, humans like us and yet unlike us, claiming to be the original owners of this planet. How ignorant they are, not knowing that it was magic that dominated existence long before their entire species was born.

I would have cared little for such pointless squabbles. But how could I, if I am the root of all of the conflicts and disasters of the past thousands of years?

Arcanum Regis. The supreme ruler of the planet, possessing powers surpassing the deities themselves. And a monster of such mad depravity that my consciousness itself refused to remember its very name. If it had never been born, then magic would not have died, the planet not devastated, and humanity not at war with itself. I am the root, the sole cause of all major suffering in existence.

No. I am not the King of Magi. I do not even remember the abomination’s name. I cannot atone for its sins, and I will not. I am merely a fragment, a single decayed leaf drifting aimlessly in the winds of existence.

However, it is rather difficult to ignore the Reclaimers when they are staring at you in the face. Three soldiers, clad in relatively simple-looking mechanical armor. They opened fire at me on sight, piercing my dead yet alive flesh with beams of heat and light. The wounds sear viciously, though I care little; the destruction of this vessel of flesh is of no consequence to my magical essence. I casually repair the body with streams of Life magic.

“Leave me, or I will end you,” I speak impassively.

“Guns don’t work on this thing!” One of the soldiers shouted. “Try to knock it out!”

“Then so be it.” A stream of dark purple energy erupts from my outstretched hand, hitting one of the soldiers’ head, causing the skin to rot off of his bones. Then the pestilence destroys his eyes and seeps into his brain, killing the soldier as the first sound of a terrified scream freezes in his throat. The necromantic power quickly works to reanimate the corpse, chilling purple glows forming in the man’s now-empty eye sockets. From my other hand I unleash a bright green beam, penetrating another soldier’s skull; his eyes quickly take on the same green glow as his body is now under the control of my Life magic. I simultaneously command these two soldiers to restrain the third.

“You… monster!” The soldier spat out, terror and hatred mixing in his eyes.

“No need to remind me,” I say casually and draws my blade of enchanted gray wood hard and sharp enough to clash against steel. With a single motion I slash open the soldier’s neck, the sight of gushing of blood no more interesting to me than the man himself. The first soldier to die, now a zombie, simply collapses when I dissipate the magic animating its body. The second soldier convulses uncontrollably, making gargled sounds of anguish as I turn loose the Life magic permeating him, warping his head uncontrollably until it is nothing but a mass of bloated flesh.

I then walk past the three dead humans without a second glance.

[BC said Life magic can attempt to take control of other living beings; a battle of willpower occurs if the victim is sapient. If successful, the control persists until released or mana is depleted, which usually happens within fifteen minutes. As for the mutation thing, I thought Life should have some form of offense. IMO a Life mage should be able to attempt to modify the shape of his or her body, but depending on skill level it should be quite easy to screw up, turning the user into the mass of bloated flesh mentioned above. Evan had plenty of disposable bodies to practice on.]

[I have no idea what to do with Eris. She’s an assassin, and should only do something when she receives a job.]

M.D.3
I look out the window of my office. I requested to have my own office a little while ago. It relly was a joke, I actualy want feild duty. As it turns out, there was free space for me to get an office. “Gah, I hate my life!” I shout out. It seems like I say that to much. I need to get out. Shoot something. Healing is boring when you can be buisy taking lives. I pull out my pistol and put it to my head. My fringer stops before I can pull the trigger. “Stupid anti-suicide funtions.” I need someone to cut up. Preforming surgerys always seems to get my mind off how much I hate my meaningless life. That and shooting things!

Urag
“Hold on.” A voice comes from above my head. Raek can see anyone coming from here. “Someone’s coming. Looks like a trade caravan, but you can never be too certain.” I spot a bunch of men of various races, carrying bags full of what looks like supplies. “I see ’em.” They approach the gate. “HALT! State who you are and your purpose here.” An Orc at the front steps forward. “I am Unak Gro-Namak, and I am the leader of this trade caravan. We are seeking to trade our supplies for gold. trade.” I know him. He’s the one that got me exiled. “I will need to check your supplies, to make sure you are not smuggling anything.” His expression changes. Nervousness. “There’s no need for that, is there?” He’s hiding something. “There is. I just explained it.” Everyone in the caravan pulls their sword. Five of them. Easy fight.

Ohana
Aparently there are Reclaimers inbound nya, one of the sentries have spotted numerous armed men making good progress towards our location nya.
If only they realised that magic had overtaken technology nya. They will meet thier dooms at this place nya.

Urag
Raek downs a man, scoring the first hit. Lucky shot. Stupid archers. I pull out Arak-Shalab. A man charges at me, sword drawn. Deathbringer quickly claims the kill, slicing off his head. Unak raises his sword above his head. I slice off his arm, making him drop the sword. I quickly down another man by slashing his head and midsection in half, leaving his intestines trailing out of his body as blood spurts from the open wound. Raek scores a lucky hit and kills another man, leaving just me and Unak, now fumbling around with his sword. I quickly slice off his other arm. I can see he’s about to pass out. He drops to his knees, blood gushing out of the stumps that used to be his arms. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Goodbye.” I slash off his head, leaving his body to slump onto the floor, blood still pouring out of it. “Raek, get the cleaners out here! I’ll check the supplies.” I don’t wait for his response before opening up the first bag. Let’s see… books, food… Moon Sugar? Why do those bottles come labelled? Why not leave them unmarked? Anyway, this seems like the only bottle, so it can’t be this… more books, more food… HA HA! I pull out a cybernetic arm. Reclaimers. Wait, why was the Orc working with them?

[Aw, man, don’t let this die already. We can have fun here, if you just post. ._.]