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Post by Onides Une on Oct 16, 2018 19:12:19 GMT -8
Right, she was a nerd talking nerdt plagiarism and junk...
"But yeah, I mean strike is immoral but didn't think he was that low. What was his motive, other than making some grand entrance?" she waved a hand on another matter to bring up before coming back to that. "Mathew, comes back from the dead often or so I've seen... Did he use this ability with you or did you find another way?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 18, 2018 18:56:41 GMT -8
Barker would shake his head and hold his hands out for the baby.
"The whole end of the world plot was his to begin with. I was working with him in secret for years. He is far older than he appears. However we disagreed on certain outcomes. I believed we could take over the world with minimal casualties practically over night. Strike believed the world needed to suffer, to force the hardships for people to evolve. I was secretly betraying him and his organization with my under ground labs all over the world prepared to counter him every inch of the way... He found out and came to kill me specifically. I just happened to be in the middle of a huge battle."
He would rock the baby gently before answering her other question.
"Mathew's ability to cheat death is more of a... Preparation game. He does a lot of preparing for possible or inevitable events. When it comes to my resurrection he was not in hell for me. The death god Hades had perished and Mathew went into hell with the help of other death God's to retrieve him. He made a detour to collect me."
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Post by Onides Une on Oct 18, 2018 21:52:21 GMT -8
She handed the bubbling baby back to Barker. She rolled her shoulders and stretched, who knew carrying around and infant called for so much upper body strength.
She folded her arms and pondered this information she was given. Her head tilted to the side.
"Well somehow that seems strange and then it doesn't. But I suppose he made the right choice givent the circumstances that we are in today." she was refering to Mathew saving Barker from the afterlife. She could almost imagine how that exchange played out and yet still would have absolutely loved to hear the details off that story. She was trying to prioritize however.
"But with Strike..." she reached a finger behind a horn and scratched where her scalp met at its base. "Does he know you live? I mean I understand you dont really hide but honestly felt like you didn't get out much when I first met you either. Living in Mathew's home no doubt." she was trying to put pieces together at this point to tie up loose ends.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 19, 2018 18:26:09 GMT -8
Barker would chuckle.
"I don't doubt he knows I somehow am alive. But, this is no longer my game to play."
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Post by Onides Une on Oct 20, 2018 0:18:33 GMT -8
"Usually I would think he feared you'd know some secrets or weaknesses if you both worked so closely together... Something that would thwart his plans or very existence."
she raised a finger in a moment of realization. "He believes to not have any, doesn't he? Entirely comfortable in his ability to not consider much of anything a threat."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 20, 2018 9:33:04 GMT -8
Barker would chuckle.
"That's exactly it."
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Post by Onides Une on Oct 20, 2018 12:12:58 GMT -8
She pressed her lips thin and grimaced. "That's foreboding. But I don't suppose he is an immediate danger currently. At least I hope not with the rumored cut backs Cabal might have to make with the sudden shifts in power and resources." she still wasn't certain this was true.
"Back to Cousta Boujer, while Bailey is doing her thing, what can we do or cannot do?"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 21, 2018 9:32:08 GMT -8
"Anything you have trained your body to be able to do, but access to your Qi or abilities based on your qi will be cut off."
He would nod to Mitsoumi and Oni.
"No special powers, rely on your gear, or your skill. If you need access to your Qi, yell for it and Bailey will stop for a short time."
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Post by Onides Une on Oct 21, 2018 11:24:49 GMT -8
"Ah, that seems simple enough then..." she looked at the baby. "That's a smart cookie for sure." she grinned.
Shouldn't be too tough. Walk in, search the monolith and walk out before nap time.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 25, 2018 18:01:33 GMT -8
"Best set in for the night we will arrive tomorrow afternoon."
Barker would rock Bailey to sleep as Mitsoumi has constructed a two story luxury tent complete with hardwood floors, carpets, a kitchen and dining room with running and working appliances.
The next day it would be a quick breakfast, and about an hour later everything would be packed up like they weren't even there. Barker was right about noon they reached the edge of the storm. Cousta Bojer. Barren waste under the shadow of a spiraling purple storm. Bolts of purple plasma slamming the ground and dirt into glowing White Rock shrapnel in places, as eruptions of random gas and magma appeared in other hills and Rocky areas. Not a single blade of living grass anywhere to be seen.
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Post by Onides Une on Oct 26, 2018 13:46:58 GMT -8
She would agree and get up to her sleep quarters.
"So this is what people used to call Glamping." she walked softly a little worried it would some how deflate..? She gave Mitsoumi a smile and a thumbs up of her approval of his expedient and hard work. Sleep wasn't an issue for her that night.
However she wished she was dreaming when she looked upon the bubbling, crackling, and howling massive scar on this world that was called Cousta Bojer. She fiddled with her fingers feeling much unease. She tried to see the monolith wondering if it was within eye shot
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Post by Zack Asiv on Nov 1, 2018 13:32:41 GMT -8
Oni would see the monolith in the distance the huge shadow of a thing revealing it's self behind flashes of light. Barker would adjust Baby Bailey before putting a hand into the edge of the storm. Instantly a cloud would form around his hand as if he had dipped it into a flowing stream, purple Sparks shooting his hand.
"This is Cousta Bojer. We will walk to the monolith where underneath the storm does not reach."
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