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[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr sighed, exasperated at the fact that his display of power had apparently impressed no one. To be honest, it irritated him like an itch he could not quite reach. Among daemons, he was the god-child hybrid offspring of the singularly most powerful being to have ever existed, expected to rise to godhood himself and quite possibly rule the world one day. This, of course, was a very likely possibility. The bloodlines of the original Lucifer the Tyrant himself were said to have flown through his father's clan, and The Great Tyrant was the only daemon to have ever truly united the various daemon clans, albeit briefly.

When the helicopters came to a hover overhead, rotor blades chopping at the air in a most annoying fashion, Tyr felt he could have yawned. With a snap of his fingers, the troublesome things exploded, showering the surrounding area with molten fragments. Safely protected by a magnetic barrier of sorts, he tapped his foot impatiently. Blowing things up was not his specialty, even if he was very good at it. No, but the body and all its subtle intricacies... Now that was true clay for him to mold, as even his father agreed. There were so many ways to kill a man and Tyr new quite a few.

"And now," Tyr began, with a dramatic flourish "Your lives end. Sadly, father has warned me against such public displays many times. Humans are not to know of us, I will not see you break this promise, he says." Following this quoting of his father, he rolled his eyes, mocking smirk on his face. "But I am Tyrant!" He suddenly bellowed up at the sky, snarl on his lips "Tyrant Creed, named so for my supreme authority over the mortals who walk this earth!" Bringing an early end to his tirade, Tyr looked back down at the lives he intended to squish, no longer caring what they thought. A ram who could not defend himself yet had the disrespect to challenge the clan leader was worthy of nothing but a swift death. He lifted one hand, fingers curled into that of a finger gun, and pointed it at the chest of the female, showing them where he intended to aim.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol sighed to himself, rubbing his temples. The boy was causing him such stress. First the Hamburg incident.. And now this? "What am I going to do with you?" Sol mused to himself aloud. When he had grown up as a young ram, testing his abilities had been simple child's play. He could move mountains and if anyone noticed, it would merely be chalked up to native superstition. Nowadays, one could not simply go about doing whatever they wished in a world full of cameras where pictures or film could be uploaded and shared with the world in a mere matter of seconds.

Leaping from to his throne, down from the dais, and onto his feet, Sol straightened his clothing, jeans and black t with polished combat boots. He admired himself briefly in the polished marble floor at his feet, toying with the bright red warriors braid in his hair that he had fancied recently. The rest of his hair was smoothed back behind his ears, showing off a sharp widow's peak and his proud brow. Unfortunately, while his son had inherited the majority of his physical features, Tyr's perfect hair had come from his mother's side and Sol was constantly keeping his own in check. Even now, the hair trapped in a warrior's braid seemed to writhe and struggle against its confinement.

Giving a slight giggle, Sol glanced back and the pleasant smile faded from his face. His aura had driven another servant mad and they rested in a cage next to his throne, lest they hurt themselves or another. He had been having nightmares again, losing the careful control it took to contain the weight of his great presence and keep it from pouring out and crushing those around him. Too, bad, it was quite a waste of good people.

After a short stretch, Sol found himself instantly teleported to where his son apparently ran rampant. His appearance went unnoticed, as he appeared fully invisible behind a tree.. Not to mention under the diversion of the huge spectacle his son was causing. Floating cheerily, he landed softly, making no noise behind and to the left of some rainbow haired girl who was apparently the source of his son's displeasure. When his son had finished showing off and pointed a finger gun with clear intent to use one of his favorite instant kills, Sol appeared, seeming out of thin air. "Now, now, surely this is all just some misunderstanding?" Sol said innocently, looking at the girl with a confused expression on his face, one that betrayed nothing but the innocent confusion he wished to convey.

((Sorry to intervene here, but I would rather not kill you with Tyr, though you seem to have done a fine job in working him up to such a state. Sadly, such would create a weirdness of sorts, with you already being established as alive in the future.. ))

[Craig Jamerson]

The situation was dire. Craig stood by Rae, hand entwined with hers to deliver any little comfort possible. The madman addressed them, promising them their demise and then pointing his finger at them ominously. Craig wondered how exactly he intended to do so, but decided against waiting around to find out. There was no time to wait; he had to do something to stop this all from happening. Craig had the one last card up his sleeve, one last thing that might save them. Now, Craig had to reveal what had already ocurred, despite this monstrously infantile display if they were to live. Craig opened his mouth, about to yell to the man. He was going to tell him how he was a dead man walking; how the injection he had received a few short minutes ago would begin rearing it's ugly head soon.

Acute hemolytic transfusion reaction, Craig had learned during his schooling, is when a recipient is injected with a blood type that their body is incompatible with resulting in a myriad of symptoms that gave one an approximately 10% chance of death in the case of same-species transfusion.

What Craig had done was not a same-species transfusion. No, he had injected this thing with Dragon's blood. Animals have antibodies in their blood that viciously attack and destroy other species' blood cells, far more potent than any Human blood he could have injected. For such an effect to take place, a 10 mL dosage would be required, otherwise no serious reaction could occur. However, Craig had delivered a dosage equal to approximately 150 mL, 15 times more blood than needed to kill with this. A few minutes passed, this man had to begin to be feeling nauseous, maybe already bleeding from pores or orifices. Within a couple of hours, the man would be going into shock as the blood seeped out of his vessels (a result of his blood fighting desperately against the Dragin's blood and thereby forming hemolytic clots that would clog his veins and interefere in the function of first his kidneys and then other organs).

No matter which way you looked at it, this man was dead and didn't even know it yet. Craig was going to tell him his doom and offer a serum that would save him from his grisly destiny when another voice rang loud throughout the air in a similar-sounding arrogance. "Now, now, surely this is all just some misunderstanding?" Craig's teeth clenched tighter against each other, fearing that the maniac had an accomplice. He turned to look at the new being and noticed something even more chilling. These two men looked remarkably similar and were almost definitely related in some way.

Craig groaned internally at his misfortune and answered the speaking creature in an unsteady voice. "It couldn't be anything else. I was just trying to eat some toxic food when I seemed to have stepped on his toes. I've seen enough, I'd be happy to just go home now." Craig kept his knowledge secret, ready to deliver a warning but preferring to let the man die in his sleep tonight not knowing he'd been outwitted and slain by one he had considered a victim.

Perhaps he wouldn't have to tell anyone.

[Rae-Star Berii]

{First Posted 28/11/12}

This was no going well. In fact it was becoming a bit of a disaster. It felt like such a long time ago that Rae was sat in a booth in the diner, eating pancakes that tasted too sweet and doodling an offensive biro caricature of the man that was now holding her hand so tightly in his own.

Rae was not sure what she thought of Craig; she had not flinched at his touch but had taken his hand willingly…it had been a long time since she had looked for any sort of such comfort. He was not unattractive; he was clearly smart (Rae had noticed the injection with her keen eyes earlier) – perhaps a scientist or a doctor of some sort? Though the way he had shouted at the poor girl and reacted so badly to the food poisoning she did not think he was a doctor, he did not appear to have the bedside manner for it- and he was taking care of her as much as she was taking care of him that moment.

Tyrant. The name was literal, she was sure. And the daemon’s finger pointed at her Rae’s eyes darkened a little. She glared at him, angrily. It was a threat and her eyes echoed his sentiment. She was terrified of him but equally she could not bring herself to back down from this. Why did he get to threaten her? What made him the most dangerous man on the planet? Her eyes narrowed as he pointed at her and she felt her whole body tense.

The man appearing beside her made her jump and she turned her glower onto him. Was this a misunderstanding? Yes, this was a damned misunderstanding! Somewhere inside of her a hot-heated teenager raged, but Rae showed no such emotion, she just found herself staring blankly at him, her glower retracting. Rae wet her lips slowly and found herself blush a little; her cheeks glowing a gentle pink. There was something alluring about the newcomer…something…godly…and the feeling made her uneasy and embarrassed by how uncomfortable she felt. The more she looked at him the more she realised it was like staring in a mirror. Tryant and the new comer looked so similar…the feeling of awe sunk away leaving a very sickly black hole in her stomach.

Oh shit.

What came out of Craig’s mouth next made her pause and she looked up at him with something of a frown… She didn’t say that she was a little hurt by his sudden decision to become an ‘I’ again, rather than a ‘we’.

“It’s a misunderstanding.” She agreed, maintaining a calm exposure. “We didn’t do anything; we’re just trying to get home.”

{Edit: 01/12/12}

She added; “Excuse us; we’ve got a train to catch.” And once more she tugged on Craig’s hand and once more she pulled him away from the mess and the chaos and tried to get them both- well three if we consider the dog- out of there. Rae turned her back on it all. People had died here, today, because of the daemon. But was it his fault? Could his actions be explained? If they hadn’t provoked him…would things have been different?

Rae breathed a sigh of relief as they made it passed the parameters of the diner and out onto the main road. There buzzing the whirring and the screaming became more distant and for a moment she paused to catch her bearings. She paused and wiped at the blood line on her cheek; it had dried not and looked a little messy.

“What did you inject him with?” She asked him, as she started walking again, keeping her eyes on the road around them as they made another escape. She half expected to be attacked again. Her eyes had been keen, she had seen the flash of the needle under the sunlight and it had made her shiver. Rae was not a fan of needles, they were creepy.

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[Craig Jamerson]

Craig watched the two warily as he was turned away. Rae pulled him towards the road and he willingly fell in step. He couldn't help looking over his back every couple moments and he was sure that no matter how far away he got, he wouldn't trust the man who caused the explosions.

After they'd gotten a bit away, the remarkably level-headed woman asked what he had injected the psychopath with earlier and he glanced at her briefly. She was the one who had called him a demon, Craig hadn't had an idea. Frankly, Craig hadn't known demons were real but after this display, it was clear they were. She must know about other creatures, too, if she knew from looking at the man what species he had belonged to. He decided to trust his gut and tell her. "Dragon's blood," Craig stated casually as if it were no matter that he somehow had Dragon's blood. Or knew they existed. His head lolled to the side and he peered at Rae. "If my suspicions are even remotely near accurate, that man will be dead before you wake up tomorrow." Craig shrugged, turned his head and continued walking, eyes straying back to the diner every few moments. It was hard for him to believe they were going to just walk out without resistance after the mayhem that had been created, but he wouldn't argue with fate. He'd come too close to dying already and didn't really need to come close again.

He looked at the female he was walking beside. She looked tired from all the nonsense that had occurred and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. She'd certainly helped him out and he owed her, that much was true. He sighed inwardly and looked at her again before asking, "Do you need somewhere to stay the night? I have a place in Reno and if you would like to stay you're more than welcome. Where are you from, anyways?"

[Rae-Star Berii]

“He’s a daemon.” She said calmly. “He’ll find a way to survive, they always do.” There was hatred and announce in her worlds, perhaps the first raw emotions she had shown. Even when the world had been exploding around them there was a limit a –cap- on her fear she showed the men around her. Her mind ticked over as they walked, her eyes going occasionally to Eli who, like an animal programmed for defence, was darting off in front and then hanging back behind them. He would be the first to know if there was trouble around them, or if they needed to find cover again.

Rae adjusted her backpack strap, pulling it tighter. She considered his offer. It was kind of him, she would give him that. But Rae was not sure how she felt. She was running away from a haunting situation…there was a lot going on in her mind and in her life right then. “Sure.” She said finally.

Her original plan had been to get out of Chicago. Only when she had been going west for a series of weeks did she decide she should probably have headed to New York. It was where the pavements were golden right? Still, she wasn’t sure she’d been to Reno and she was sure she could get back to Britain from there…most places around here had airports after all. “London”. She said, answering him for a second time in a short, one worded answer as her mind ticked over the situation. Already she had decided, if he tried anything she would kill him. It wouldn’t matter that she had just spent the last hour or so trying to save his sorry ass.

Pausing for a moment she pulled her blood-red leather jacket tighter around her frame, hauling the collar straight to protect herself from the wind. “I’ve been living in Chicago.” She explained casually, still calm.

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[Solemn Creed]

((Jeez, i log on to find I've been skipped. 5 days, remember? I trust you guys to have this fixed by Sunday. Thanks! I see you havent. I guess ill fix it myself then. ))

Solemn Creed watched the two humans with much amusement as they walked around in circles. Them walking around in a circle was only mildly entertaining in and of itself, but what was actually threatening to send him off into a fit of laughter were the thoughts he was picking up from their heads. They actually thought they had left! Little illusions such as this always managed to pull a little laugh from him, especially when placed on mortals. Sol allowed them to see that which they wished to, while the reality of things was quite different.

Once the two had turned yet another circle and were right back where they had started, Sol allowed the illusion to drop. "S-stop it!" he laughed finally, his ivory face slightly red. He wiped away tears of mirth with a slight smile on his face and sighed, amusement still evident in his voice. "Did the two of you really think things would be that easy for you?" with that, Sol turned from them back to Tyr whose finger gun was once more aimed at the male and he nodded his head. "You may proceed. To leave without even a proper farewell?" Sol adorned a hurt expression "Oh but you wound me so, my friends."

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr had felt the injection earlier and strove to show no ill effects from it. His acute sense of smell brought him faint tidings of blood. Dragon blood, which made no sense.. Unless that was what the male had injected him with. His anger had swelled then, for even Tyr was familiar with the possible side effects of what could happen when injecting someone with another's blood, let alone dragon blood. Of course Tyr's body had began an immediate assault upon the foreign substance, finding it rather easy to quickly begin to destroy it. After all, it was merely blood, blood not even properly preserved. Tyr held no doubts that his powerful daemonic constitution would make short work of the dead blood, but just in case, he used his powers to grab onto what he could of the blood, slowly pulling back out from the injection site. Child's play. ((I am willing to explain this further to Craig, if he so wishes, but I will not provide too obvious an explanation. Trade secrets and all that.))

The two humans began to walk in a circle, saying words to one another Tyr did not care to listen to, so he ignored them, of course. He shot a confused look at his father, obviously blaming him for the temporary case of insanity that seemed to have come over the two humans. Once the two came back to their starting position, his father snapped his fingers and began laughing as they came out of their trance. The corner of Tyr's lip jerked upwards slightly, attempting to feign a smile. Such feats were frightening and they sometimes gave him cause to wonder whether or not his father had ever tampered with his mind, occasionally.

Tyr immediately set his finger gun back on the male, narrowing his eyes. "Disrespect, arrogance, treason... These are but words for your actions." This.. fool, had attempted to kill him. With the nod of approval from his father, nothing would stop Tyr now. While he had originally intended to leave the two alone after knocking the man to the ground, Tyr now had murder in his eyes as he aimed at the male and released the energies necessary for his death. Suffice to say, the male's skull would collapse in on itself and choice pieces of his anatomy would float toward Tyr to collapse feet from his feet. He shifted his finger gun towards the female, not bothering to watch his own powers at work upon the male. Tyr had seen it many times before. "And the girl..?" He asked, looking questioningly towards his father, Tyr began to build the energies needed to provide a similar fate for the female, prepared to release it at his sign of approval.

[Craig Jamerson]

((Not sure how to do this, but I'd like to challenge what just happened here. Sol and Tyr are the same player which I was told was not according to the rules. The damages lie when Sol made a difference by casting Illusion on us and doing something akin to godmodding. He is a God, though... is that allowed?

More importantly, I've been told that Tyr cannot retroactively deal with the injection when he ignored it for so long and now that he's waited this long, he could start trying to cure it now, but the point is that there's far too much blood for him to survive without a serum. In any significant amount, the internal wounding would cause blood clotting within his veins, forcing blood vessels through the distended cell walls and into the surrounding areas, causing shock. The blood would then coagulate and constrict other organs, affecting their function as well. First to go would be the kidneys after about an hour, followed by the intestines about 20-35 minutes later, then finally, after about 2-4 hours, he would suffer massive hemorrhaging in his brain, ending rather awfully for him. If he somehow kept his brain from hemorrhaging, he would still have the problem of the blood pressure disregulating his heart, constricting his lungs, collapsing one of his lungs, stopping his kidneys or intestines from working properly, and any irreversible nerve damage, tissue damage, and lesser organ damages. Thanks.))

[Solemn Creed]

((Hmm.. well, you must be relatively new or not very well versed with the rules. By all rights, when you skipped me without waiting 5 days, I could have simply deleted your posts and then made my own. Of course I was loathe to do such a thing as i would dislike it being done to me. So I sought out a more harmless solution and merely moved your characters back to where they should have been. Now, about this rule you've spoken of. That rule was added yesterday. So when my second character joined this thread, there was no such official rule. I have never had prior knowledge of it as an unofficial rule either and I have been here for a while. So the damages lie where you first broke a rule and I, as an admin, corrected your error for you even though i warned you both days in advance to fix it yourselves and could have punished you accordingly for violating yet another rule.

Nov 13, 2010 14:59:25 GMT -5 Varos Talantos said:

By joining this site you agree to follow all of the rules on this page, as well as the Proboards Terms of Service (ToS). You are to recognize that any violation of these rules will be dealt with in whatever way the Staff (Gods/Goddesses) deem appropriate.

13:; Obey the staff at all times. Respect the staff at all times. We're not going to make a demand of you that is unfair or ridiculous, so don't try and make any of the staff members look unfair in front of others. Doing so will result in your banning, not the staff members'. If you feel a staff member has treated you unfairly, report it to me in a PM.

We hope you enjoy your stay at Distension, and these rules were put in place with the hopes of making this a warm, enjoyable atmosphere for as many people as possible. Remember, my job isn't to make sure you know the rules, my job is to enforce them.

Thank you for reading.

And onto the Tyr injection matter. No substantial amount of time had passed from when he was first injected and when I actively confirmed removing it. It simply hadn't the time to reach anywhere vital with time to spare for it to have done major damage. You were the one who chose to stab him in the thigh, were you not? As for the actual removal itself... The way it was removed was done in such a way that no matter how deep in his leg it had flowed, the possibility still remained for him to remove it. I understand you may be upset by the control of your character and may view it as a breaking of the rules, but i tell you simply that there never would have been a reason for me to do so had you followed the rules.

[Varos Talantos]

[[Sol's right, Rae and Craig broke the rules by posting before five days was over. It is three days now, but the rules still said five days when Rae posted on day four. You should have waited. I bring this up because I hear of some confusion regarding the matter.

He is also right that the rule was not written in stone that you cannot play with your own characters when he introduced Sol. Because of those things, his use of Illusion is acceptable.

Sol is wrong when he believes that he posted in time to counteract such an injection. Tyr clearly ignored the injection in his next post, the dosage was much higher than necessary to kill someone. Although there isn't a particular cure for this sort of thing in real life, I will allow Craig to create a serum using Bioengineering if he wants to say he already did. After doing some calculations, I figure Tyr has three hours. Continue as you were.]]

[Craig Jamerson]

In light of this, would Tyr perhaps be interested in not blowing me to bits with whatever it is? Maybe a post modification is in order?

[Rae-Star Berii]

((I hate getting involved in debates such as this; and while I have no argument with Forgery; he is the boss-man after all, I feel that I need to say my piece before we continue- IF we continue.

First, I appreciate the introduction of Solemn in order to save my characters life; heck I appreciate any attempt to keep Rae alive and as previously stated, there was no formal rules regarding this at the time- even though I think we were all aware of it as an informal rule or you wouldn’t have apologised for using Sol in the first place.

Secondly, it is my fault you were skipped before the five day period and I will apologise for that. But unfortunately I was under the impression that I only had to wait one five day period during a thread; apologies for that. I was merely trying to save your character as you showed me the decency of saving mine. At the time, it was a little short sighted of me, but by writing you out of the thread I had hoped an explanation for your survival would not be necessary and thus Tyr would survive. Perhaps I should have stated this OCC?

However, your demand that we edit; while rightful, was arrogant and you did not extend us the same curiosity of five days in order to do this before attempting to blow our brains out. To co-ordinate two people, discuss an edit and change what was written takes a little longer than 24 hours (you’re demand appeared on the 01/12/12 and your post was edited 02/12/12), as you surely know because as a single entity you are allowed five days to post.

In turn, the purpose of Solemn in our thread moot, and therefore; while no official rule had been stated at the time and even though you had acknowledged what you were doing was something that needed an apology, your original purpose for having Sol in the thread becomes malicious.

Further to this, throughout the post, Tyr had become fatigued by his actions, you have stated this yourself and yet he continues to do these big actions. Please, perhaps I am not aware of the obvious, if we are being forced to have this OOC discussion instead of just playing out the game, can you clarify which of his abilities allow Tyr such power? He is a god-child yes, but he is not a god, correct?
I can assume that the helicopter and the diner are all under your control of metal…but the expulsion of the blood and the crushing on a skull do not seem to correlate with your current skill set. While I thank Forgery for clarifying the matter, I really do, it’s not even the counteract ion of the injection I dispute but the fact Tyr is metagaming- which is breaking a stated rule. As far as I can gather he has no prior knowledge of genetics, medicine or blood transfusion.

I would like to clarify in this instance as I do not which to be burnt at the stake, that I have no issue with anything stated by the admin, but my concern is that we merely cannot continue as we were because there are now underlying issues that have been brought to light in this thread.

Next, I have three solutions that I would like to pro-offer. The first option being that we modify our posts to the moment where I skipped over Tyr. (I would like to add that I expect this to be from reply#35 as the post prior was merely an edit and not breaking any rule that I can see. The edit was done before any other posts were in play and I have stated what the edit was) wherein it would be Tyr’s post, five days from this point. My second option being that we forget this and do not continue with this thread. It was slow, gangly and becoming somewhat repetitive anyway. Should we ignore it and continue in our other threads we can just assume that the characters all got away with their lives and continue on their adventures here in Distension. My final option is the intervention of an NPC to put an end to this chaos; this will allow Tyr to play out his injection symptoms as given by Craig and agreed to be Forgery.

Finally, I would like it to be clear that should we opt to continue with this thread then it should be done so in accordance to the rules and new rules in place. These being; a three day waiting period and no posting with our own characters, in addition to prior rules of metagaming, powerplaying and god-moding.

This is all I have to say on the matter and I will await posts from both Craig and Tyr before returning here. If they do not come within three days I will assume we have chosen to leave this thread empty and abandoned. Though frustrating, I see this as the most plausible option in which we all get our own way. I have no wish to discuss anything I have written here, but if you do so, please PM me, as chatting OCC in threads is breaking the rules- again, not something I wish to do in any form.))

[Craig Jamerson]

"You're dead!!" Craig screamed at the psychotic being before him. Somehow they got turned around. Craig wasn't sure what happened, but he knew that he was not wherehe was supposed to be at or where he had believed himself to be. Suddenly, he found himself back in front of the eerie duo, out of options.

"You're already dead!" Craig repeated. "I injected you with blood from a Dragon. Fifteen times as much blood as it would take to kill you." Craig took a shaky step forward and continued. "I am a geneticist working out of Reno. Don't believe me? Wait four hours and see for yourself." He looked back at Rae. She had done her part, now it was his turn to do some good here. He winked as affirmingly as he could and turned back to the one he had injected. Mustering all the bravery he could, Craig spoke boldly to his attacker, "Your only hope is a serum I have developed to counteract this sort of contamination. It's in Reno, though, so if you want to live, we'd better hurry." Craig stepped back beside Rae and re-clasped the hand he'd dropped when he stepped forward, having said his piece.

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr smirked at the man. Such assumptions. Completely unnecessary. He had no intention of dying anytime soon. But that was besides the point. "Im poisoned.." Tyr asked muttered to himself, rubbing his chin. This was troubling news. Poisoned with dragon's blood. Damn. It must have happened when he'd tackled the man. For a heartbeat, he just stared at his own feet. Then he looked up, quickly. "A serum, you say? Well, I suppose Im going to be needing that to live."

His head tilted at the mention of the serum being in Reno. "If it is in Reno, then I suppose we should hurry, indeed." He turned to ask his father to transport the two of them there, but found him gone. Tyr's eyes dropped to their hands and they rolled, briefly. "You're going to have to let go of her. I intend to fly us there and she would slow us down more than i would care for." Tyr waited impatiently, summoning up the energy for the fastest flight of his life.