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Post by Deus Mortis » Fri Oct 26, 2018 12:19 am

To say that music had changed was an understatement.

Long gone were the days of the lyre, flute, and harp. The performances of the piano, guitar, and the violin. Now, now it was all about...this. The modern trend.

Is it worth it? Let me work it.I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it.

Arthur had long since made peace with the fact that the age of classical music was at an end. In some ways, he was comforted by this fact. It showed that humans were indeed able to embrace and praise change in some capacity. Had the Barons and Kings of his older days done the same, he had no doubt that the world today would be changed…

But today wasn’t a day to be philosophizing over the nature of man. It was supposed to be a day to enjoy the company around you, which was the exact thought that ran through Arthur’s mind as his eyes shifted over to look at Dapple. She seemed so enveloped by passion and the joy of being in the presence of a friend, how could Arthur not feel himself start feeling the same? Happiness in this manner was inherently contagious after all.

In hopes of matching Dapple’s “hype”, Arthur would try to sing the lyrics of the song himself.

Ti esrever dna er-, nwod-uh, damn. My Back-Tongue needs practice. He’d admit out loud to her, the embarrassment one would feel from failing instead replaced by laughter. Sure, he couldn’t perfect talking backwards like Da Vinci or Dapple, but it was fun trying at least.

But that wouldn’t last. It usually never does.

CRASH.

Admittedly, Arthur was glad that the car crash that just occurred was not them this time. It did however happen right in front of them and inadvertently ruined the incredibly jovial mood Arthur was in. Though his joy was tainted by confusion, that confusion soon shifted into one of extreme curiosity as Arthur got a perfect view of a group of Roman-clad soldiers to come in from a helicopter. As the descended onto the ground, his eyes would gaze over at the “liberated” armored vehicle, his eyebrows furrowing as an obvious realization hit him.

Ah, great. A robbery.

Arthur would turn down the volume of the radio and roll down the window for a moment, listening for any gunshots or voices. Instead of hearing either from the armored vehicle’s side of the road, he would hear Dapple’s own voice, her question not going unanswered. He would however stay silent for a brief few seconds, contemplating what to do. While Arthur didn’t feel particularly motivated to help those guards, they did just effectively halt the Road Trip (roll credits) that the duo were on. That and Dapple’s concern for the welfare of those caught in this odd heist gave Arthur just enough incentive to get off his ass.

”Looks like we are.” He’d plainly state before unfastening his seatbelt and hopping out of the car.

Hm...it is quite interesting that these men are dressed up like Romans. Most mercenaries avoid leaving identifying marks that lead to their group…

In the spirit of Rome, Arthur would materialize a Roman Clipeus shield, the strap fastened loosely around his arm. His approach would be equally direct as it was bold as Arthur simply walked straight towards the Romans (and Tampa) surrounding the armored vehicles. His demeanor and expression was as relaxed as it usually was but that did not mean he wasn’t expecting a fight. These men had just come out of a helicopter and were armed to the teeth for this heist. Arthur wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to fire at him on sight.

Only one way to find out if they would.

”EXCUSE ME!” He’d call out towards the Legionaries Romans, waving his shield arm as he did. ”Do you mind leaving? It would save everyone here the trouble of a fight, not to mention the time!”

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Post by Annasiel » Fri Nov 02, 2018 6:25 pm

Dapple nodded quickly. Any other person might have been disgruntled that their really fun road trip had ground to a halt, or scared by the fight happening out on the freeway. Dapple, however, was neither -- her previous enthusiasm again lit up her face, beaming smile wide enough to crinkle her eyes.

"We are!" she echoed in Arthur's voice. As the old warrior hopped out of his side, Dapple slid out of hers, jogging around the front of the RV to match the man's pace. In the corner of her eye, her partner in crime materialized a pretty shield out of thin air. Fighting with only a shield? Weren't you supposed to have a sword too? I mean, the saying was sword and shield!

Man in armor. Dark demeanor. Cheerful voice. Marching through the countryside, with only a shield as his weapon.

Dapple stumbled in her step, then fell back into pattern. Wherever that thought had come from, it was uncomfortable and she disliked it, so she pushed it back into inattention. No point in worrying about things that weren't important, especially if they made her feel sick to dwell on. Instead, she matched Arthur's action, summoning a shield of her own on her left arm. Instinctive though it felt, hers looked a shoddier replica, effectiveness of the power dampened by the poor reflection of the surrounding car windows. It was still heavier than she expected, yanking her arm downward as it appeared.

"Oof," she said, more grunt than an actual word. Bracing herself, she lifted the shield in an approximation of Arthur's stance, looking up at him with a grin and a wink.

"I shield too."

She then turned her attention to the bad guys clustered around the vehicle, her voice again shifting to Arthur's voice.

"EXCUSE ME! Mind leaving! Not time to fight!"
I think I am a changeling
I was born with little claws instead of nails
and I was pale and barely breathing

I think I am a changeling
I broke the mirror because the me who wasn’t me inside
was shaking, she was seething, she was screaming
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Post by Tampa » Sun Nov 11, 2018 4:48 am

At the moment of impact, there was no regret, no apparent remorse, no emotion. There was only a body, masked and armed with nothing but a bent steering wheel as the force of the crash ripped Tampa from his seat and sent him flying through the windshield, the white-knuckle grip he retained on the wheel taking most of the column with him.

He went flying a good ten or twenty feet, slamming onto the pavement with a definite thud as springs of pain shot up his arm and shoulder. Even in his highly durable state, it was a miracle he hadn't broken anything.

That, of course, was subject to change, most likely. His opponent didn't seem to fare much worse than he, and the fucker just got hit by a car.

Luckily, Joshua had managed to evade the skirt-clothed man, if not momentarily. The need to strike was evident, as any further stalling would result in the fog of war clearing.

Springing to his feet from behind a car he'd flown over in the midst of the crash, Tampa began his streak of attacks by first whipping the detached steering wheel at the Roman soldier like a frisbee, looking to strike him in the face to disorient him. He followed up the throw by jumping onto the roof of the car and leaping from the vehicle towards his adversary, gradually turning horizontal to the ground and kicking outwards with both legs in an attempt to land a drop kick on the opponent.

Such a move would leave him vulnerable on the ground, but he was never one for self-restraint.

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Post by Bigfoun » Wed Nov 14, 2018 6:50 pm

Maximus watched as the would-be assassin flung through the vehicle’s windshield. He offered up a hardy laugh before turning around to see what appeared to be an odd couple with the intention of acting as heroes. Although, there was a problem. Cal Maximus was the only hero around these parts! Well, that’s what he told himself…

Maximus studied the two quickly, before shrugging. He didn’t believe them to be much of a threat anyways as he had much more important things to deal with. Luckily, Maximus had come prepared. The expendable goons he brought would do the trick.

Nonchalantly, Maximus pointed at three of his idle men and said, “You three! Fetch me their heads!”

“Yes, sir!” the three troopers replied in unison before making their way to their new targets.

One of the troops stood before the large man with the shield and began to declare his intent. With their rifles pointed, one finally stated, ”Emperor Maximus has marked you for death, and the Legion obeys! Prepare for battle!”

”DAMN YOU!” Another shouted out soon after before the two goons squeezed the triggers on their assault rifles. Whether they were successful, was to be seen.

Maximus nodded in approval with the showing of obedience from his expendable goons. Now, it was time to focus on the assassin. The field general surveyed the scene of chaos. Perhaps, he had died from the crash. It was a great shame. Cal Maximus was always up for a fi-

Suddenly, a steering wheel spun through the air! It clocked Maximus square in the nose before snapping in two. Had it not been for the Blood of Mars, the titan would’ve been knocked out. He grabbed at his nose in slight annoyance before claiming, “That’s the last time you’ll catch me off guard, coward!”

His prediction was slightly off.

Maximus spun around once more only to see the maniac airborne! The masked man’s boot crashed into Cal’s chest with a thump, causing him to stumble backwards. From the looks of it, Cal was being made a fool of by this mysterious fellow. The angered would-be tyrant stomped his foot in clear frustration before shouting out, ”YOU’VE MADE A BIG MISTAKE! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR INTERFERING WITH MY BUSINESS!

Pounding on his chest, Maximus screamed at the top of his lungs before charging with his arms out at the assailant. He intended to tackle him, so he could finally gain leverage and bloody the bastard to a pulp.
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Post by Deus Mortis » Thu Nov 22, 2018 11:00 pm

From the corner of his vision, Arthur would spot Dapple hold up an object he was not aware she brought. A momentary lapse in focus on the Romans would reward him with seeing his road-tripping companion holding a shield in her hand, one similar to Arthur’s. The shield she held looked incredibly similar in design to the Roman shield within Arthur’s grasp, though where his was entirely authentic, Dapple’s appeared to have a few noticeable imperfections among its appearance.

"I shield too."

There would be a visible moment of confusion that’d run across his face as he began trying to process just where she had gotten that shield when a particular, though unlikely, thought popped up into his mind. A smile formed from his lips as he played with the idea of Dapple’s own powers being entirely like Arthur’s in that she was able to conjure any weapon that came to her mind. Perhaps a lack of practice in the craft was to blame for the lack of perfection in the shield’s design, perhaps her magic was simply impure. Either way, Arthur wouldn’t know. Not until he asked.

”Dapple, how did you create that shiel-”

”DAMN YOU!”

”Huh?”

Arthur would feel what amounted to a bee’s sting radiate from the middle of his chest before the sound of a gunshot rang within his ears. Circlets of cotton would be ripped from his shirt as more and more rounds impacted against Arthur’s chest and bounced down to the ground. Volleys of gunshots and constant barrel flashes could be found coming from the Roman-clad mercenaries who were firing upon the R.V dwelling duo with very apparent hostile intent.

I’ve become quite sloppy as of late. Arthur thought to himself, a slight sense of disappointment faintly numbing the back of his head. He had handled this situation just as messily as he did all that time ago in Detroit, with the injured doctor and those security guards. In his haste, the Old Knight was absent-minded towards the injuries the Plague Doctor could have had and decided the best course of action was to toss him at one of the guards. And just as his ignorance was punished with the sting of panicked bullet, Arthur’s ignorance now had garnered him a multitude of bullets. Except, it wasn’t just him now...along with him was also…

”Dapple!”

Now fully ignoring the stings emitting from his torso, Arthur would raise his shield up in front of Dapple, not at all sure if her replica would be able to stand up against the barrage of rifle rounds coming at them. Where his concerns lay with his friend’s ability, Arthur would have no doubt in his mind surrounding his own abilities as he was completely confident that his shield would be able to repel the gunfire. The entirety of the shield was comprised of titanium, making it unwieldy for most men to hold, let alone hold, but as a result, offered incredible protection. As round after round collided with the shield and fell harmlessly to the ground, the only question that remained was whether he got his shield up in enough time to defend Dapple from the initial bullet hail.

With his free hand, Arthur would conjure a set of three, steel darts between his fingers. Slim enough to fit within the barrels of most guns, Arthur would take full advantage of their sizes, chucking each of the Roman rifles. The casual flicks of his wrist wouldn’t be enough to betray the force in which he threw the darts as they carried enough momentum and energy to penetrate through the back of the rifles and imbed themselves within the arms of the Legionaries.

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Post by Annasiel » Sat Nov 24, 2018 8:12 am

The weird peacock-helmed man shouted an order, and three of his friends jumped to obey. An odd order, too. Bring him their heads? They needed those! Besides, what use would he have for their heads anyway? She pictured the man walking along a corridor of shelves, using his poofy helmet to dust a collection of frowning heads. They would all be frowning, of course, because no one in their right mind would smile when their head was being stolen.

And there, on the middle shelf, her and Arthur -- stuck as heads forever.

"You will not take heads!" she shrieked, her voice mingling with the rough sound of audio feedback that echoed across the interstate. "Damn... Emperor Maximus!"

The second proclamation was much less grating, a mingled mess of voices from the two soldiers who'd spoken. The man with the poofy hat had to be Emperor Maximus, she reasoned. He didn't look like an emperor, but Dapple wasn't going to judge him for that, not at all. It was important to not judge people based on how they looked, but instead on whether or not they wanted to steal your heads. Yes.

Guns were raised, and Dapple raised her shield in turn, fully confident in her ability to deflect the pain balls. If Arthur could, she could too.

The guns fired.

Dapple blinked.

"I can protect!" she squawked in protest at the sudden appearance of Arthur's shield. "Have shield too, see?"

But Arthur did not appear to see. Instead, he was preoccupied with conjuring a handful of tiny pointy knives between his fingers, which he subsequently tossed at the men. That looked fun. Calling on his power again, she felt the weight of her own tiny pointy knives between her fingers, and almost laughed with delight. She closed her eyes, mind walking through the motions Arthur had made to throw them. A casual flick of the wrist, and --

The handful of darts made it a few feet before clattering to the floor. Gah, she needed to throw them harder! How did Arthur throw so hard while seeming not to?

"Power can make any fight-thing?" she croaked as she again held up her shield.
I think I am a changeling
I was born with little claws instead of nails
and I was pale and barely breathing

I think I am a changeling
I broke the mirror because the me who wasn’t me inside
was shaking, she was seething, she was screaming
-PhemieC

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Post by Tampa » Sat Nov 24, 2018 5:25 pm

The tackle connected in full force, with Joshua barely having enough time to get to his feet before the roman-era soldier slammed intp his chest, brutally forcing the air from his lungs and bruising a few ribs in the process. Joshua felt the world turn sideways as the tackle took both of them to the ground.

Tampa let out a harsh grunt, a hiss of air, but that was all. It took him only a moment to recover and raise his fists above his head, interlocking his hands and slamming them into his attacker's head and neck to bruise and disorient him enough to try and break out of the hold.

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Post by Bigfoun » Tue Dec 04, 2018 12:59 am

If the Legion of Maximus wasn’t going to grab the media’s attention before, that would definitely change. A band of Roman cosplayers lighting up the streets with gunfire would make for one hell-of-a-story.

Back to the matter at hand…

AGH, MY ARM!” A Legionary cried out as a dart pierced into his forearm! As a matter of fact, all three of them were yelping on about arm pain. With their guns effectively destroyed and a stabbing pain in their arms to boot, it was safe to say that they were quite angry with the dart-tossing fellow.

Get the girl! Enelius and I, will take him on” One of the legionaries barked out a command as he ripped the dart from his arm; the others followed. In unison, the three marauders whipped out machetes from sheathes on their pant-legs. They were silver in color with an edge sharp enough to gut through an unlucky lad.

Suddenly, Enelius began to sprint with his machete raised over his head. Inches away from the woman, he brought his blade in a downwards motion in an attempt to cleave her head in two.

You’re going to die, dog!” The other two legionaries rushed towards the would-be hero with their blades at-the-ready. It seems as if one prepared a stabbing motion to the rib-cage while the other would attempt to gut away at the man’s thigh.

Another brawl had broken out just feet away from the other ordeal. Cal would be moments from bludgeoning the masked man to an absolute pulp.

After successfully tackling his foe, the crazed emperor had the masked man right where he wanted him. Suddenly, he saw as two desperate punches were headed his way! He raised his arms up, managing to deflect the blow. A mocking laugh escaped his hidden lips as he said, “You must realize, you are doomed.

Closing his fists and raising both arms above his head, Maximus quickly slammed them onto the poor bastard below him. He did this repeatedly, wanting to hear the masked man’s face unrecognizable. Truth be told, Maximus was too angry, too distracted, to even tell if this maneuver was effective. For the sake of his sanity, hopefully it was.
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Post by Deus Mortis » Tue Dec 18, 2018 4:48 pm

No smile or hint of satisfaction moved Arthur’s expression. His face had been neutral at seeing his darts cut into the arms of the three Legionaries, less pleased such an abnormal feat had been successful and instead, more expectant of it. Unlike the leader of the Neo-Romans, Arthur would not taunt his adversaries, instead turning his gaze towards Dapple who was in the process of copying Arthur’s technique. The darts in her hand fell to the floor with heavy clangs as they failed to carry enough force to be sent forward at the Legionaries as Arthur’s had. While she had the technique and weapons, it seemed as if Dapple lacked the strength needed to carry out some of Arthur’s moves.

”Power can make anything fight?” His almost avian friend asked him, prompting him to quickly inspect the Legionaries, wanting to avoid being caught off guard mid-conversation again.

”No, unfortunately. Otherwise much of my life would have been easier.” Arthur said, his once empty hand now gripping a freshly materialized steel sword. ”Took me a few centuries to learn how to throw so well. A prodigy like you will learn how to in less.”

When the Legionaries rushed forward to clash, Arthur was not unaware. He had watched them as he replied to Dapple, observing as they ripped the darts out of their arms and drew their swords to engage the Countryside Duo. While they were certainly some of the more...grandiose trio of mercenaries Arthur had seen, they were also amongst the most devoted. To continue to attack an opponent who had just shrugged off bullets with their machetes had to be a mix of bravery and faith in whatever they cause they had. Or maybe they were just stupid. Who knows.

Arthur’s legs would flex for but a second before he seemingly flew forward to meet the two Legionaries. Any surprise he might have caused from the speed in which he charged would not be pressed upon as he waited for them to retaliate. He wanted them to. Dispatching them quickly would eliminate two threats off the bat but he had something planned. Dapple didn’t want Arthur to just protect her, she wanted to be involved. What good of a friend would he be if he didn’t let her join in on all the fun?

If the two Legionaries met Arthur in battle, they would meet a foe who would block, parry and sidestep their attacks. Any opening caused would be met with a half-hearted counter, either a superficial stab or cut of some kind or even a trip or shove. Such a display would make it seem as if Arthur were “playing with his food” so to speak but in actuality, he was putting on a show for Dapple to learn from. He had forsaken his heavier shield and resorted to dueling with but a single sword, his techniques quick and dexterous to better fit Dapple’s stature. He could only hope it would be enough.

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Post by Annasiel » Wed Dec 19, 2018 4:25 am

"Prodigy!" Dapple echoed in Arthur's voice, feeling very proud of herself indeed. It wasn't every day your friend called you a prodigy. She picked at the feathers of her arm, thinking about what else she could do to impress him. Maybe, if she really tried, she could take out all of the bad people for him. That would absolutely make him proud.

Before she could spring into action, however, Arthur ran forward to meet two of the soldiers, the shiny shield shifting to an equally-shiny sword. The way he moved it was almost too fast to take note of -- sliding, parrying, practically dancing around the two fighters -- but Dapple was a very good watcher. Over and over, her mind played the steps of the dance, burning them to memory.

A blur of motion. The third soldier. Dapple raised her shield, then realized her shield was now a sword. It caught the edge of the machete, force of the swing pushed across the lever into her arm. Her grip was going to give - Arthur's dance. Her feet shifted sideways, and she let the machete veer off to the side, driven away by her now-angled sword. The force still pushed her off balance, though, and she found herself staggering backwards in an attempt to right her footing.

"Don't hurt people!" she croaked anxiously. She puffed up her chest, shoulders squared, doing her best to look as menacing as possible in the face of the imminent threat. Then, with the screech of a dying radio tuner, she flung her sword downwards at the man's clavicle.

Dance.

In her mind's eye, she watched Arthur's foot slide forward while he did the self-same swing, her own foot sliding forward to match. If her block were parried, she would be ready to sidestep and recover.
I think I am a changeling
I was born with little claws instead of nails
and I was pale and barely breathing

I think I am a changeling
I broke the mirror because the me who wasn’t me inside
was shaking, she was seething, she was screaming
-PhemieC

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