Post by sakoz on Nov 4, 2011 5:28:52 GMT -5
Yes, I said abduction. That's not the worst Nero has called the plan to capture the president of Syn.
Anyway, I just couldn't help but write a short chapter of what Nero is doing prior to the execution of the plan, since he's alone in Syn (or is he) and thus can't participate in any "social" activity with others.
Feel free to post here your own characters preparations (or make another thread if they are somewhere else) or if your character happens to be sneaking in Syn and runs in to Nero, we can see what happens.
Before this Nero had eavesdropped on the meeting where Meerin and the others decided how to execute the plan, via a hidden microphone.
Now to the actual chapter:
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When the meeting was finally over and Nero was sure that the small microphone he had planted in the cloaking device would transmit nothing but buzz and crackling from now on, he turned off the receiver, rose stiffly up from his chair and flexed his tense muscles.
He pushed the speaker and a microscope with a sample of freshly extracted blood plasma across the table, lifted his thin square glasses on his forehead and rubbed his green bloodshot eyes.
According to what he had heard, the plan would take place the following day. Or it SHOUD take place anyway. What was more likely to take place, was absolute chaos, utter failure and a mixed bloodbath. But then again, why should he care? More importantly, why had he never heard of a magically infused stone that would allow one to speak TELEPATHICLY to dragons before? That was what really racked his brains at the moment.
“I need to have another chat with that Dragon Lady soon.” He muttered darkly, as he let out his black ponytail again and changed his worn out lab coat for the leather jacket he had ‘borrowed’ from the biker earlier.
“And thanks to my new friend Ryan, I have a pretty good idea how to approach the subject too…” He continued with a sideways smile, as he picked up a secured suitcase from under his desk, and headed out.
There was no-one in sight on the small, ordinary back-alley alley of Syn central. It was just a small cramped space between two large buildings, covered with graffiti and flanked by trashcans. Close enough to the main street and the president’s castle to cause an uproar and panic, but far enough to work as a proper distraction. So Nero opened his suitcase, took out a block of greyish yellow wax-like substance that had a flask of purple thick liquid strapped on it along with some wiring.
“Don’t intend to get directly involved my foot!” Nero muttered to himself with grim sarcasm, as he set down the small explosive, behind an empty trashcan and took a deep breath.
He then checked that his own small radiophone-like magic cloaking device was firmly on his belt and operating, before he closed his eyes and concentrated hard.
“Wouldn’t you… Huff… Call this… Huff… Terrorism? Eh Cerven!” Nero gasped, sweating from head to toe as he began violently tearing magical energy out from his body, and in to the explosive.
It hurt. It always hurt and even more so, when it was a matter of brute energy and not subtle finesse. The angry red stripes on his arm turned brighter and crept a little bit higher along his chest and down his wrist, as Nero began violently tearing magical energy out from his body, and in to the explosive.
It was really not that big a BOOM. Not enough to bring the whole house down, but only because he’d had to divide all he had in to several pieces to ensure the distraction. Still, it was big enough to create plenty of fire, smoke and noise to make the president’s lifeguard suddenly miss being with their families, and the stored magical energy released on the explosion would ensure any magical detection devices in the city would light up for some time like it was the 1st of July.
After he was done, Nero collapsed against the wall, pale as fresh snow. He tried to catch his breath, and reached for the syringe in his breast pocket with his shaking arm. It was filled with the same orange liquid that he’d been inspecting before heading out and it was top notch. He injected the amber liquid in to his left arm, and instantly felt the terrible fiery burn of it in his veins. But it only lasted for a while, before being replaced with the strong surge of magic as his body started weaving open the energy from the liquid and his head started to spin.
“Darn… I didn’t recall it being this strong.” He muttered, as he scrambled to his feet, the veins on his arm blazing red as if fire had burned inside them.
“I need to divide it to smaller doses.” He told himself numbly, as he picked up his suitcase and started trudging towards his next destination.
Anyway, I just couldn't help but write a short chapter of what Nero is doing prior to the execution of the plan, since he's alone in Syn (or is he) and thus can't participate in any "social" activity with others.
Feel free to post here your own characters preparations (or make another thread if they are somewhere else) or if your character happens to be sneaking in Syn and runs in to Nero, we can see what happens.
Before this Nero had eavesdropped on the meeting where Meerin and the others decided how to execute the plan, via a hidden microphone.
Now to the actual chapter:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When the meeting was finally over and Nero was sure that the small microphone he had planted in the cloaking device would transmit nothing but buzz and crackling from now on, he turned off the receiver, rose stiffly up from his chair and flexed his tense muscles.
He pushed the speaker and a microscope with a sample of freshly extracted blood plasma across the table, lifted his thin square glasses on his forehead and rubbed his green bloodshot eyes.
According to what he had heard, the plan would take place the following day. Or it SHOUD take place anyway. What was more likely to take place, was absolute chaos, utter failure and a mixed bloodbath. But then again, why should he care? More importantly, why had he never heard of a magically infused stone that would allow one to speak TELEPATHICLY to dragons before? That was what really racked his brains at the moment.
“I need to have another chat with that Dragon Lady soon.” He muttered darkly, as he let out his black ponytail again and changed his worn out lab coat for the leather jacket he had ‘borrowed’ from the biker earlier.
“And thanks to my new friend Ryan, I have a pretty good idea how to approach the subject too…” He continued with a sideways smile, as he picked up a secured suitcase from under his desk, and headed out.
There was no-one in sight on the small, ordinary back-alley alley of Syn central. It was just a small cramped space between two large buildings, covered with graffiti and flanked by trashcans. Close enough to the main street and the president’s castle to cause an uproar and panic, but far enough to work as a proper distraction. So Nero opened his suitcase, took out a block of greyish yellow wax-like substance that had a flask of purple thick liquid strapped on it along with some wiring.
“Don’t intend to get directly involved my foot!” Nero muttered to himself with grim sarcasm, as he set down the small explosive, behind an empty trashcan and took a deep breath.
He then checked that his own small radiophone-like magic cloaking device was firmly on his belt and operating, before he closed his eyes and concentrated hard.
“Wouldn’t you… Huff… Call this… Huff… Terrorism? Eh Cerven!” Nero gasped, sweating from head to toe as he began violently tearing magical energy out from his body, and in to the explosive.
It hurt. It always hurt and even more so, when it was a matter of brute energy and not subtle finesse. The angry red stripes on his arm turned brighter and crept a little bit higher along his chest and down his wrist, as Nero began violently tearing magical energy out from his body, and in to the explosive.
It was really not that big a BOOM. Not enough to bring the whole house down, but only because he’d had to divide all he had in to several pieces to ensure the distraction. Still, it was big enough to create plenty of fire, smoke and noise to make the president’s lifeguard suddenly miss being with their families, and the stored magical energy released on the explosion would ensure any magical detection devices in the city would light up for some time like it was the 1st of July.
After he was done, Nero collapsed against the wall, pale as fresh snow. He tried to catch his breath, and reached for the syringe in his breast pocket with his shaking arm. It was filled with the same orange liquid that he’d been inspecting before heading out and it was top notch. He injected the amber liquid in to his left arm, and instantly felt the terrible fiery burn of it in his veins. But it only lasted for a while, before being replaced with the strong surge of magic as his body started weaving open the energy from the liquid and his head started to spin.
“Darn… I didn’t recall it being this strong.” He muttered, as he scrambled to his feet, the veins on his arm blazing red as if fire had burned inside them.
“I need to divide it to smaller doses.” He told himself numbly, as he picked up his suitcase and started trudging towards his next destination.