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Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

Just as Kate and her crew were ready to make their escape, a frightened engineer ran into the car. Folks, brace yourselves! The conductor's gone mad! He's said he'd rather see us derailed than robbed on his watch! He ran straight past a startled Kate and her crew men and yelled at the top of his lungs to the next car when there was a stomach dropping lurch. Kate stumbled forward with her loot and looked around at the screaming, panicking passengers. The last thing she could thing before the car flipped was that she really didn't want anybody to die. All she'd wanted was the money. She'd shot men before--but never to kill! And this crazy bastard was going to take down a whole train of innocents to get at a handful of bandits. Shit! She dropped the bag of goods, letting them fly where they would as she used her wind powers to keep the passengers somewhat steady in their seats as the train car continued to roll and then slide perilously. It was disorienting and difficult, but she managed to keep several passengers from being crushed. It was, however, like trying to stop a stampede by blowing on it. It was futile. Before they came to a stop, they managed to catch on fire, the windows shattered and they crashed into something rather large--a building? Maybe the train station. Either way, things didn't look good. Kate, who'd been tossed about like a rag doll as much as the other passengers was fairly beat up, and most of her crew was either unresponsive or dead. The few that were conscious were injured. With a groan, she got up and used her powers to stop the fire in the car she was in and blow away the glass shards from one of the broken windows. The loot was everywhere when she looked around. No point in trying to get it now--they'd be caught for sure if they didn't beat it. Everyone for himself! She shouted to her crew. They could always meet up again later if the need came. Now, it was too risky to try and help anybody but herself. The only other conscious crew members that could get out, did so without a second thought. She then hoisted herself out of the dust-covered train into the smoky air, using the wind she controlled to give her a boost. She wasn't too bad off, but damn if she wasn't sore. She was pretty sure she'd at least cracked a rib, but the pain would have to wait to be dealt with. So would her injuries until she could get back to the safe house. She held her chest and stumbled off the side of the train and slowed her descent with wind. Wincing holding her side, she slowly limped her way away from the wreckage, hoping against all hope that no one would recognize her from a wanted poster.
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

Nathan was out and about in the town...doing some patrols and greeting the citizens who loved and respected him, he would hear the screeching sound of a train grinding across dirt before an explosion as the train collided with the train station. What the hell!? He cried out as he began to run off toward the source...only to feel the wind strongly pick up as Kate would begin putting out the flames to save everyone she could before jetting off using her wind abilities. 'A mage?!' He thought in his head as he pulled out his rifle and aimed down the sights...the barrel of the gun sparking with electricity for a paralyizing shot. BAM! The gun went off, and a bullet would soar threw the air before impacting Kate straight in her back and delivering her an electrical shock, much like that from a tazer gun to paralyze her.
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

The sting of the bullet was lessened by the wind she instinctively rose at the sound of a gunshot, but the impact was painful and broke the skin. What surprised her most, however, was the fact that her body was wracked with a powerful jolt--one that was both painful and unnecessary, given the fact that she'd been shot in the back. She dropped, her body unable to move, her mind dazed as she wondered what the fuck had just happened.
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

Nathan walked over the body of the woman, putting a boot to her back to keep her pinned down. He didn't have it covering the bullet wound but he made sure to put enough pressure where she wouldn't even be able to struggle to get up. What the hell do you think you're doing huh? Running away after crashing a train into my town? He eventually removed his boot from her and moved to squat in front of her, pulling her head up to look at him by holding her chin and looked to the beautiful woman's face. Mm...Hm hm....Do I know you? You seem awfully familiar...Is there a bounty on this head of yours?
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

What the hell was with this guy? She couldn't move even if she wanted to. If not the pain, then the sheer amount of voltage that had passed through her. She'd be defenseless for at least half an hour. She wasn't made of magic. Her eyes were unfocused as he lifted her chin. If she could have controlled her expression, she would have had a look of contempt on her face. How dare he touch her like this? He was going to pay when she was able to move again. His interest in a bounty on her head meant he was one of two things--a bounty hunter, or a lawman. And fuck if she didn't hate them both. The bounty hunter she could sympathize with--gotta put food on the table somehow. And sometimes people deserved to be dragged to jail. But lawmen? More often than not, they acted like they owned the damn world, and they showed little care or regard to the people who got hurt. She somehow managed to answer him, though her speech was a great deal more slurred and her head pounded with a furious bout of dizzyness and aching. Shouldn't you be focused more on the survivors?
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

We have people tending to the survivors. Its just my job to catch and arrest anyone who is as stupid as you are! He murmured and lifted her up, picking her up into his arms and holding her since she was already paralyzed. Without a word, he began to walk her in a random direction, but in reality it would be back toward the Sheriff's office...where upon arrival, he laid her down into an enchanted cell and locked the cage door. This cell will prevent you from using your magicks so long as you're within it. You're going to be in here for a long time...and if you cooperate...that long time might just get shorter. Understood?
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

Already dizzy, she was powerless to stop him from lifting her up and carrying her off to a cell. She saw the star on his chest and knew who he was before she really had time to jump to conclusions. She breathed deeply, trying to get her body to respond, knowing full well that she wouldn't get it back for a long time. I'm just trying to get some help. I got hurt, too, you know. And your bullet didn't help. She glared up at him as he took her into a magical cell. You're jumping to an awful lot of conclusions, there, lawman. But since I'm in no condition to fight back, go right ahead. Do what you have to do.
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

There should've been no reason why the train got off its rails. You were seen using wind magic and your attire is nothing like a simple civilian or train hand. So I'm going to assume that you had a huge part in the reason why there is a train in the wall of the train station now. He said in annoyance as he sat in a chair, eyeing the woman. Nathan crossed his arms and just eyed her down. But I'll give you the chance to explain yourself and your side of things. Go on then...What am I wrong about, hm?
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

She rolled her eyes and sighed, knowing that she was pretty well stuck. But since she was stuck, she wasn't going down for something she didn't do. Plus, the power of clear speech was coming back to her. She managed to turn her head to face the lawman in question and frown. Oh, so since I used magic to put out flames and lift my injured self out of a derailed train, I automatically derailed it. Great logic, there, Rex. She groaned and watched him eying her. His eyes didn't seem to wander, to his credit. Kate closed her eyes and signed. Well, no doubt one of the passengers would seal her fate soon enough. Someone would find out and tell the good sheriff there. If he was a sheriff. Look, I didn't derail the train. A crazy conductor did it. Said he'd rather it be destroyed than let it be robbed. I'm not without fault in the situation, but I didn't hurt anyone this time. In fact, I kept those people safe, and I kept the fire from spreading after that crazy son of a bitch blew it up. So don't try to pin it all on me.
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

This is only a formality. I'm going to hold you here until those who have survived the train crash are able to give eyewitness reports as to what happened on the train. And the fact that it derailed enough is odd. You're the only magic user around and they are rather rare nowadays. So forgive me if I think you were involved. He said with a frown...and listened to her explain her situation more. I still don't believe you and until a survivor comes in and tells me what happened and who was involved, you're staying right there. Is that understood?
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

Well I can't exactly make a break for it, can I? Kate said with just a hint of disgust. And just a thought, here, pal, but if you want the people in your custody alive when you bring them in, don't aim for their backs. If I hadn't used my powers I probably would have died. The bullet would have stopped me forever. I don't think you really needed to shock me on top of that. Her eyes closed as she sighed. At least her voice was clear now. It would probably be at least another hour before she'd regain control of the rest of her body. Besides. You put me in this fancy cage so I can't use my powers. Even if I wanted to try to get out on my own, there'd be no point. I'm injured, I have no transportation, and I have nothing with which to negotiate but my body, and frankly, I don't fancy that option. Now, she was mostly thinking out loud, but if it gave him any sense of guilt or anything, why not let him hear? Gee, sheriff, don't you think you ought to check out the scene of the crime for more than one suspect? Seems a might unfair to keep me here with no proof. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? Maybe you oughta go look for some survivors instead of sitting on your ass and watching a prisoner who can't even move, she practically yelled. It was one thing to take her in for questioning and lock her up so she couldn't get away. It was another to immobilize her before bringing her in and to call it quits after she was locked up. Surely her story carried some weight. He had to look into it at least, didn't he?
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

Nathan was, by this point, getting more and more annoyed with her constant prattling. I'm not going to do that. I'm the only force of law here and you're a dangerous suspect. I'm letting the forensics team handle the investigation. My job here is just to keep peace and whatnot, not do investigative work. He leered at her. Now keep quiet. And don't mention using your body to me again. I'm not going to make that kind of deal with you, nor would I want to even screw a lowlife scum like yourself. By this point he was just fueling the flames purposely.
Thread: A Storm is brewing (Candira and Jugger)

Fucking lowlife. I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole, she muttered. If she ever got out of this place, she was going to kick his ass. As it was, however, the redhead could barely feel hers. And he was relying on a forensics team? If that was the case, how was he the only force of law in town? The whole thing screamed of foolishness and negligence, and despite her checkered past and unique view point, the injustice of it all ate at her. And the insult of him even suggesting she might try to use her body to get out of here made her so angry she felt like crying. Son of a bitch. And then the ground shook with the force of a powerful explosion. Suddenly, the air smelled of smoke, blood, and all manner of unpleasantness. That meant one of two things-- there'd been explosives on the train, or one of her more unstable crew had been angered, frightened, or confused into a panic and let loose. And now, Sheriff Trigger Happy over there would be heading into the fray without bothering to figure out who was really at fault. Huh. Seems to put a damper on your theory that I'm responsible for this mess, she said, trying very hard to move. You might want to go check that out before the real criminal gets away.
Thread: Ranking?

Question to anybody who knows? I'm familiar with most forums having a sort of ranking system, no matter what they're about, based on posts. I'm currently at Solar Eclipse... And I know this much... Space Junk to Mini Meteoroid is 100 posts Mini Meteoroid to Solar Eclipse is 200 posts. How many other ranks are there and what does it take to achieve them? Is it simply every 100 additional posts?
Thread: Ranking?

The answer to your question is actually listed in the site rules. However... Dust 0 Space Junk 1 Mini Meteoroid 50 Solar Eclipse 200 Lunar Eclipse 500 Milky Way 1000 Collapsed Star 1500 Bonefin Galaxy 2000 Super Nova 3500 Event Horizon 5000
Thread: Ranking?

Wow I was wrong. Thank you very much!
Thread: Ranking?

Also the top ten posters sitewide are 'Superposters', denoted by yellow names and direct access to the ear of Zeus.
Thread: Ranking?

Actually, it is top 12. Though close enough and definitely the general idea. Another thing with the superposters... if someone holds a staff position or is already a supporter or a recruiter, they won't be granted this rank. So, you'll only get it if you have no other 'group' associated at all and are among the top 12 posters, all others excluded as mentioned.
Thread: Changes! (Hat+Aldir)

The manacles were heavy on the robed man's arms. They were meant to stop his magic. He slumped with their weight, feeling it pull on his shoulders. The air was muggy, warm, and unseasonal, heady in this swamp where he'd been found. He grimaced - He was to be brought to Central City, to be presented to the God Law, for execution. He didn't even know his crimes. He wasn't ugly, not by far. He was tall, with features that brought to mind a hawk, sharp eyes of blue and hair of black. Fit, as well, strong from work and labour around his home to stay alive. Even some hunting. He groaned as they set out. She on horse, he on foot. Of course. His feet would be a bloody mess by the time they arrived, and she'd spend half of it asleep. The road ahead seemed so long...
Thread: Changes! (Hat+Aldir)

Armor was good for two things as far as Ophelia was concerned, stopping blades and arrows and looking intimidating for those who were on the opposing side. She certainly had the imposing part down any heathen that looked upon her would likely know exactly where she stood. Her armor was gilded and incorporated flames and wings heavily into the design, each piece blended seamlessly into the next and created as much a work of art as protection. Each member of the order received a similar suit of armor, along with a longsword of finely crafted steel and a shield with the sigil of her order upon it. The flaming wings of purity. The tall knight stared back at her prisoner, lips curling in distaste as she looked upon the wretch. Attractive of flesh he might well have been, but of spirit, only the fires could possibly purify his spirit. Mages, those with an affinity for the heretical and the arts that man was not meant to know or dabble into. Truly there was no greater betrayal of the human race than such beings existing, she believed in the propaganda she had been fed from a young age on this matter. Impurities were to be purged when first they were noticed, no mercy could be granted to such individuals but the flames. Keep up mage, we still have miles yet to cover and they will be made longer by you dragging your heels. The tall armored woman offered gruffly. Ophelia was no great beauty true, rather plain in the face and possessing a jagged and angry scar running down the left side of her face. Blonde hair was kept regulation short and fell just below her ears to prevent interference with her currently stored helmet. Blue eyes were seemingly constantly alert and searching for potential threats. Her grip upon the horse was practiced and displayed her training well enough, as a paladin of her order. The knight grunted as she continued at her current gait, rather obviously unconcerned with the mages comfort.
Thread: Changes! (Hat+Aldir)

The magus sighed as he walked. She was one to talk - from behind her armor, atop her horse. She didn't have to walk in mud and stone. He smiled quietly, hands behind him. Of course, she'd done the poor mistake of turning down her immediate superior just before this mission - and he had contacted the sorceror. The iron chains were merely made of copper with greyed paint. Which meant he could do as he wished. He touched the Else, humming to himself as he thought for a moment on how to best take care of her. A gentle peeling away of inhibition, layer by layer. removing this fear, that rule - tearing away her desire to remain covered and feared. Pushing away her need for intimidation. Amplifying whatever minute discomfort came from the armor. Yes, this was a good start. Let's see you shuck your own shell, you damned oyster-bitch.
Thread: Changes! (Hat+Aldir)

Ophelia had opted to simply keep her silence in the company of the wizard, placing her efforts into gazing around at the terrain. Thus far the journey had been peaceful, no one had accosted them and though she would have preferred more comrades travelling with her such was the requirements of duty. The light forests around the road were looked at with undisguised suspicion. Technically, this was the near the edge of human controlled territory. While still in the land her order controlled it was very much still a bit wild in terms of what manner of creatures dwelled there. Things she did not fancy facing alone honestly. As the minutes bled into hours the knight started noticing her armor weighing uncomfortably down on her shoulders. She rolled them ever so, the motion easily disguised when she was riding on horseback. The feeling did not vanish immediately, and the more she rode she started to notice she was getting a bit hot under the armor. Not normally something shed consider taking her armor off over, but the heavy plate over chainmail was indeed becoming slowly unbearable. The mage had been bound so she very much doubted he was the cause of her discomfort, so she assumed it natural. The woman figured that removing her gauntlets and bracers would not be overly terrible of an idea it was unlikely her hands needed to be armored for riding after all. The clasps were unbound and placed into one of her saddlebags. Her hands were sweaty at this point and she was not exactly sure why but she continued onwards, her agitation unconsciously causing her to increase the gait at which her horse moved. The knight was more worried over her own discomfort at the moment than the health of a mage of all things, struggling to resist the urge to shed her platemail. Though as little bits of inhibition were removed, it became less and less easy to do so.
Thread: Changes! (Hat+Aldir)

He grinned a little wider, keeping up by enhancing his own endurance. He was, technically, a mentalist for the most part. He smoothed the mind, moved thoughts about. It was his primary skill, but he secondarily had flesh-crafting. Enough to hide his years with wonderful, wonderful magic. His god, opposite Law, was the mighty Clown. May his laughter mock the world. He focused on the muggy heat in the woman's mind. So hot, so heavy. It was summer. Why did they have so much darn padding in these months for her armor? Carefully, he fostered her discomfort, lowered her inhibitions further, focusing both on social and sexual ones. After all, armor was both clothing and protection, removing it was doubly difficult. He grinned wider, subtly and gently pushing away her years. He was just good enough that she wouldn't notice the loss of wrinkles. Soon enough, she'd be an entirely different person, and if he was good enough, the order would only recognize her well enough when they arrived to realize with horror that the whore was her. She was of some rank, he thought - what a blow to Old Man Law to have it happen to one of his great knights, servile to him, and to his cock. He savored it for now, though - make her uncomfortable, uncertain with her approaching nudity. But not uncertain enough to stop, he mused, working and worrying away - unbidden thoughts of himself popping into her head at his will. Wonderfully lusty ones, but not too outlandish... things she'd come up with herself. Temptations.
Thread: Changes! (Hat+Aldir)

Ophelia was scowling at the moment, her irritation having increased to rather powerful heights to the point where she wanted to hit something. Ophelia herself was a somewhat violent follower of Law she believed in martial strength and sought to crush those who dared stand before her lord in offence. In another world she likely would have made an excellent follower of War, she tried to exercise temperance in all matters but her irritation at this point was starting to affect her violent tendencies. The seeds of corruption being planted within her mind thus naturally led to her thoughts of violence to rise. She really wanted to strip off this armor and go out to kill something with her blade, certainly there were other heathens along this road to slay. Her fingers worked to undo the strings of her cloak, which she also placed into the saddlebags. This heat was positively dreadful, enough so that she made a note when she got home to switch to a lighter form of armor for this sweltering summer. Still she road on, harnessing as much endurance as she could. Not only that but she was finding her more carnal appetites rising in the back of her mind. Her gaze briefly flitted over the wizard trudging behind her, pity he was to die. Certainly it wouldnt hurt to drag the man aside and- Ophelia shook her head slightly, returning her attention to the road. No, she could NOT do something like that. Violent she might very well have been, but such a thing would break her oaths to her lord. She had her duty to consider, that which separated her from the followers of War. Still now that the thought had been acknowledged it was difficult to shake it off, her ride in the saddle was made a little more uncomfortable for it. Enough so that a couple more hours down the line she stopped near the forest on the side of the road, tying up both her horse and her prisoner to trees. With this task accomplished Ophelia began removing her plate armor, the chainmail underneath chiming as she did so. Once she stood in the chainmail she sighed ever so, pleased to have ridded herself of that discomfort at least. The chainmail still weighed heavily upon her shoulders, and the tunic and trousers beneath made them seem a bit excessive but she just was not ready to shed every bit of protection she possessed. Not only that, but the discomfort was putting her in an exceedingly bad mood. Ill be making lunch soon enough. If you grovel enough I might consider feeding you, magus. The knight said, sneering at the wizard and actually feeling a tiny bit better for it as she started to get a fire ready.