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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
Edited by Sparrowhawk:
10/10/2015 8:15:00 PM
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The warlock is frozen, shocked at the sudden disappearence of his opponent, so unlike anything he had seen on his travels.
It is a few moments before he notices the vanguard representative, at which point he smiles behind his dead mask. His plan to utilize Rasputin's orbital weapons had been wrecked, no matter if he could fix the computers as he had depended on surprise.
However, he was still intent on his final goal, regardless of the methods. The voice that had spoken to him had resonated with incredible power... power that he could use.
Decision made, the warlock calmly blinks behind the vanguard representative and immediately puts three shots through his skull.
"Ghost, find the exact coordinates that voice spoke to us from. And transport me to orbit when you're done."
He takes a last look at the spot where the other warlock had disappeared.
"We're going to the Breach."
[spoiler]making a violent gesture helps release your void energies. I made it up :) [/spoiler]
[spoiler]feel free to copy it if you want.[/spoiler]
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Edited by TrolleyProblem: 10/10/2015 10:07:03 PMHours pass. The voidwalker that disappeared inside that control room now meditates in the center of the breach. He drifts between current reality, what was once reality, and what it shall soon be contorted to; IF he does not alter what is to come. "Play back the feed" he orders toward his ghost. Soon on the ground, the ghost projects the contingency which took place in that room. So... Sudden, without hesitation, without remorse... "He's intriguing, wouldn't you say?" The voidwalker continues. "He's dangerous" the ghost cuts in. "No, no... He's just sporadic is all. Blinded by what ever his ambition attempts to lead him towards. Not dangerous; just potential without meaning.." The voidwalker attempted to explain to his ghost. Though he could tell from the blank expression in it's calculating eye. "I can only sense déjà vu from what you described, I mean-" Soon, the ghost is cut off by a rapturous voice "[u][b]QUIET. HE HAS ARRIVED, OH BEARER MINE,[/b][/u]" "Good" the voidwalker stands toward the warlock's direction. "It was nice to see you had the audacity to commit those transgressions. But it's even better you came here... I assume you've have armored yourself with our 'gift'? "
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Edited by Sparrowhawk: 10/11/2015 5:22:31 PMThe warlock laughs. "I was sure I had proven my intelligence before. Did you really think I was going to put these... things... on without knowing what the hell they are?" His ghost materializes the gauntlets into his hand. The warlock examines them for a second. "There are very few things I haven't seen before... I am very curious to know what these are." He laughs again. "Still, I've seen gear do strange things to people. Like that vex armour that fused to the wearers, and hive weapons that whisper dark secrets..." He stops. "Anyway, I'm not interested in games, as I'm sure I said before. Who the hell are you? What are these?" He shakes the gauntlets. "And I know you're hiding something. What's that consciousness behind yours? What voice spoke to me before?" He holds up his hand and clenches it into a fist, glowing with purple energy. "Don't make me force it out of you."
