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ThreeDark

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  1. Apollo exploded into a swarm, numerous insects exploding into green-yellow mists as the kinetic force blasts through. The violent, hissing voice coalescing from the sonorous buzz of the swarm focusing on Ramirez. From all directions now yellow, black, and golden-blue carapaces with all manner of angry points converging upon the limey bastard. The mass whirling about the brother in a veritable tornado of insects. "Curssssse your inevitable duplicity... treachery... betrayal!" 'Passive' Energy Body reaction with POISON RETALIATION!
  2. Apollo swirls and twists in the air, the sudden cold snap sending a wave through the innumerable swarm and dropping a few handful's of insects twitching to the ground. Shifting around Richter as his brother does an impromptu Grace Kelly impersonation over to the prone man. A nearly gentle tornado of insects spirals into shape at his brothers side piling themselves back up into the shape of Apollo himself. Hugging his white coat closer to his body within the more temperate area even as a few more rime-encrusted insects fall dead to the ground. "Must you make such a disarray... confusion... mess?" His voice humming as his head slowly reforms. Numerous insects crawling over the gaping wounds that Ramirez leaves behind. Ragged, bleeding craters. Numerous angry wasps and hornets crawling over "And I do not mean with... this." He gestures to the ongoing massacre with a hand that dissolves into bees for a moment before reshaping itself. "You did not need to speak of our clan... organization... sect. It was much more fun watching them grope... fumble all over themselves." You know what is happening, Treach. Energy Body, letting it do it's thing. You know, bugs and all.
  3. That's third act, this is first act. Quit trying to skip ahead.
  4. The violence ends when there are no more people left to be violent.
  5. No he didn't, not specifically. I already elaborated to Treach. I was going on something he told me when I asked about specifics on the system itself anyway, which I have again made note of in further correspondence. The action was AN action. Energy Body is already active and I am attacking, moving away from the hut and to Richter. All one concise action. Now, mind, I have no Idea what parts Treach himself is going to include within the confines of what actually happens, but, nothing I did couldn't actually be done in one action in just about any set of rules.
  6. The swarm that was Apollo Dosaz shifted in place, shifting out of the way from the rain of fire. A gaping hole opening itself in the mass for every burst of flame and bullet even as it swirled it's way around the hut full of the poisoned and dying. Adjusting it's position and drawing away from the structure even as the well-armed feline bound it's way inside. Looming, droning loudly now, a great dark wave of humming shapes rising it's way higher and higher in the air above Richter. Every buzz echoing in the air until it begins to form a semblance of a voice. "YOU. HAVE. MADE. YOUR. CHOICE." With that, the wave breaks. Pouring it's vicious mass over the man. Choice: A Attacking Richter with Poison.
  7. *Begins clicking his mechanical pencil furiously* No wait, that's graphite...
  8. It is why I steepled my fingers evilly after making my post.
  9. "Dosaz Brothers" not "Ramirez Brothers", it's Apollo and Ramirez Dosaz.
  10. *Steeples fingers and leans back in an over-sized desk chair.*
  11. Snapping out of his reverie Apollo nodded to his brother and gave a wan smile. "Mmmm yes, let us make haste. That Beast is no Polar Bear but I did not catch too great a glimpse of it's retreating flank. Perhaps it is... Mmm... Congruent. Equal. Similar?" With that he burst into a swarm and flowed out across the clearing just behind the Warlord, not caring who or what happened to be in his way. Ramirez strutting close behind the roiling, stinging toxic cloud of insects that was his brother. Choice: C
  12. It was not a difficult choice. There were really only two options. The entire scenario was planned, this meant that the path was the most obvious choice, however the Beast also had something of significance about it. The faintest echo of a whistling call still on the tepid air, the sort of thing you would do to summon or get the attention of a domesticated animal. It did not, necessarily, mean that the Beast had any sort of owner to speak of but it was a leap of logic that Apollo was willing to take. The tracks on the trail grew cold, but the path the Beast had taken was fresh and warm. The leaves and branches still freshly broken and oozing. Catching it would be easy. Making it spill it's secrets would be enjoyable. However, the problem currently was that the chaos was distracting him. Many minds wanting slight variations on more primal urges. There was blood in the air and, despite having supped with his brother, parts of him were hungry for violence. Hungry for action. The fight with the automated turrets had been interesting but deep down there was much left to be sated. He churned in place, dispersing and reforming a foot or so from his last cohesion.
  13. Apollo stepped out of the hut and into chaos. The haze of smoke from the explosion and the smoldering remains of the burning hut filled the air with the stench of cordite. In the clearing people were moving, some in a panic and others with a dull lethargy that comes from sudden trauma. He did not pay them much attention at the moment. He turned and gazed back at his brother and gave a wry smile. "Perhaps our planning comes to... mmm Absence. Void. Naught. Treachery is our friend here, no? Come brother, see what has been wrought."
  14. I do believe he means Doorway. Entrance, if you will. The open frame what allows access to a Hut.
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