~ Dragonified 2 ~

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#35084368Friday, October 08, 2010 11:37 AM GMT

(Dragonified original was his only successful version then?)

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#35087174Friday, October 08, 2010 2:53 PM GMT

(aparently so)

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#35113783Saturday, October 09, 2010 12:09 AM GMT

(Finally! I can bump this!) (I forgot to mention something about my character) RIGEL HELLBANE'S HAIRSTYLE: Rusty black hair. Bangs sweep over left eye and some parts streak across forehead. The hair is ruffled and slightly wiry, with the back sweeping over to the left. The left side of hair is outfitted with beautiful cresents, which will appear later as a massive mound of horns when I'm "dragonified."

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#35115784Saturday, October 09, 2010 12:38 AM GMT

Lunch time. A young male was being carried out of his cell. He wasn't complaining, but the sound of his stomach declared his hunger. The guards ushered him over to the lab where they injected at the second HQ, and he obeyed. I saw a guard throw a massive 2-foot steak on the ground in the male's cell, and realised that he isn't going to enjoy his lunch as a regular human. The fury of taking his last moments of quiet sended me into another raging yell. I screamed with anger and fury, "GIVE THIS MAN HIS LAST MOMENT OF PEACE!!!" I banged hard on the cell door. The guard from earlier this morning who sprayed me with mace said, "Tsk-tsk-tsk. He just won't learn, now will he?" He came forth with a tazer. He launched it. I narrowly dodged it. He stopped the voltage and prepared to reel it back in. I grabbed it and began a massive tug of war. Several guards came in for a fight for the weapon. I ripped it out of their hands and launched it into one guard who was about to fire a glock into my hand. It hit his gun's inner barrel and coursed electricity through both him and the gun. I reeled it in and obtained a glock. At last! A decent weapon! If the kidnappers hadn't taken my concealed weapons too, I would've annihalated them much the same as normal on my missions. Instead, I shot them down. I ran out of ammo as another batch came in. "Okay, how *profanity* am I, guards?" I ask with my hands raised and my glock thrown into a guard's hands. "Three more syringes of dragon fluid, *profanity* killer," one guard said angrily. That insult just ignited me like a fire with dynamite laced across it's width. In my raging fury, I tore the cell key area clean off it's nails! I threw the door open and beat the living TAR out of them all! A blind fury of punches through one's concious daylight, a fast roundhouse to kill another from internal bleeding, a powerful knockout blow to fling another into Elizabeth's cell door, which utterly left him disoriented. That guard I blew clean into the cell was the last man able to stay conscious. 2 men died, 2 men out cold. 1 man hot and breathing. 1 man to end him. I lunged at his thick neck and lifted him off the ground. My anger forgot completely about fatigue. Here I am, a 200-pound brute lifting up a bulky 300-pound officer with one hand with backup coming. The guard uttered, "10... serums... brute!..." and wheezed before losing consciousness from lack of air. another patrol, or a group of 5 guards, came rushing into the alpha chamber with glocks raised. 5 lazers, all pointing at my limbs and one at my breastbone to cut off my ability to breathe to do tasks greater than sitting. I was forced to surrender to escape. "The oppurtunity will come moments later," I breathed as I was surrounded by the patrol. They swapped out to tazers. I realised my descision to tear off the keypad for the cell door meant not being trusted shut. I had to be subdued the whole afternoon til' testing time. I gulped as they were aiming, but then a siren blared and speakers everywhere blasted one message that would spark freedom. "ATTENTION ALL PERSONNELL: A BLACK CHOPPER DISGUISED AS ONE OF OURS IS BOMBARDING OUR HQ!!! ALL PERSONNELL PREPARE FOR BATTLE!!!" Several seconds later, the guards abandoned me and all doors were locked down. I was stuck in the hall with my open cell door beckoning me to wait it out. At the end of those precious seconds of violent hope, the speaker blared out loud and clear, "WARNING: HELI IS ON A CRASH COURSE INBOUND FOR HQ!!! ALL PERSONNELL EVACUATE TO UNDERGROUND!!!" I felt the walls rattle as the heli crashed. a guard I knocked out had his communicator on. It said, "All units! Code red! A female has ditched the helicopter with akimbo shotguns and is infiltrating base! All perssonnel switch to heavy- OH CRAP-" The signal ended. I knew that Sasha loved akimbo shotties. It was her all-time favorite guns. Sasha Gray, my girlfriend, has finally come to save my butt. To be quite honest, this is the first time I ever needed her to do this, because I'm usually independant. Moments later, I heard shotgun blasts ring out on the floor above. I screamed out, "SASHA!!! DOWN HERE!!!"

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#35116735Saturday, October 09, 2010 12:51 AM GMT

Sasha heard my scream of rage and help and rushed down to the Alpha Chamber. I was drenched in blood- both mine and the guards' blood. Both of us stared amazed at one another. I got up and said as I approached her, "Way to shoot." I expected a nice reunion, but instead she slapped me hard. I covered my cheek for a brief second and asked, "What the heck?! Augh! Alright, I'm sorry I dragged you into Death's arms, Sasha. Just don't rub it in!" Sasha replied in her usual refined voice, "I slapped you because I love you, and this is where soulmates meet comrades. Don't ever do this to me." I held her as the guards were coming and said, "Now is not the time to talk, Sasha. Today... is the Day of Deliverance. We shall deliver lead and metal. We shall dance with fire in our eyes. We shall slay our enemies with blood fluttering across the Heavens..." We kissed for one brief time and she handed me a guard's assault rifle. Both of us were ready to annihalate everything in our way. Our idea of raging glory was soon mixed with the dispair of war as nearly 20 guards broke in to attack. Full auto spray and momentous shotgun blasts rung from my side, while concentrated assault bursts rung from the other. We, Sasha and I, were ducking in cover as we annihalated them, but more came with riot gear. I struggled, and both of us went dry on ammo. Our attempt to escape with both our lives was now in vain. They surrounded us with guns pointed at our heads. We were leaded into my cell and watched. Time passed. We watched from my digital clock, whose pixels changed to a black-and-green picture, all the Alphas being tested on. 17:00 military time. 5:00 PM in civilian time. The guards escourted us to the Alpha Lab. The lab glistened, but all the glitter was not gold... It was the lights of Heaven Itself watching in dispair... I saw Sasha shed one tear as we were lead into the room... "This isn't the end," I say sorrowfully to Sasha Gray. She nods, and the tear falls. The pain and emotion ran as the gleaming table where innocent lives were marked for life was beheld before our solemn and painful eyes. Our time has come... Or so it seems...

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#35117873Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:08 AM GMT

Tests were run for both of us. All of my weapons that were found deadly were removed. Even some of the concealed weapons were founded. Only the most cleverly disguised were still in my trenchcoat. Sasha had 3 flashbangs, 2 nerve-gas grenades, several ammo clips that were empty, and her akinmbo shotties taken and laid out. Then came the cat scan. Analasys showed that ever since the "Black plague epidemic" that terrorists launched several years ago, my small science team had boosted my white blood cells, turning my blood pink. That meant that 10 syringes is barely enough and will take a whole day to transform. As for Sasha, all was normal. We were escourted. The woman I had spoke to about the escapees came forth. She said, "This was your choice, Rigel. You or your love is going to be injected. The other shall be locked up forever. You, Rigel, will be injected either way. Your choice." Both of us looked at the machine with the fluid. A large canister, around 2 feet in diameter, had 10 syringes hooked neatly in there- their needles channeled through clear tubes to a needle at the canister's bottom. It was screwed on. Both of us looked into eachother's eyes. We both reached for the canister, each willing to sacrifice one another. Her hand beat me to it, but mine covered hers. Sasha's hand released it's grip, and I unscrewed it and held it up to my head. My meaty body made the only reliable place of puncture the face. I said to her in a calm voice, "I'm going down either way, sweetheart. I'm not dragging you down with me..." Sasha's eyes widened and flooded with tears. I was going to take it. As I aimed it at my left eye, knowing it would puncture best there, I said in a soft whisper, "Save yourself, Sasha. Flee Hell and save yourself..." I stabbed the sharp needle through my left eye in front of everyone, and pushed down hard on the syringes. I screamed in unimaginable agony and anger and pain. Flashes of red, black, and orange from the syringe washed over my eye and brought forth seizures that brought me to my knees. Sasha grabbed something from me trenchcoat. It was labeled, "Liquid sugar." It was really cyanide, which fooled the kidnappers after scenting it with perfume every day I carry it. She threw the test tube of cyanide at the feet of the soldiers, and cyanide gas filled the entrance, making the army recede. Over half of the 16 died. Only 7 survived, and Sasha was already holding her breath and gathering shotguns, which she hoarded back to me. She loaded her akimbo shotties and headed out after kissing me one final time and saying, "I love you, Rigel..."

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#35118008Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:10 AM GMT

(Wow- I've just assimilated Dragonified 2 into an epic RP story that people are contributing to. It looks like I can make a whole story for C&G if I change up the words, huh? The guys back on that forum section will freak out from epic win.) (A few more and I'm gonna be done for the night, I think. Stay tuned!)

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#35118993Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:26 AM GMT

Sasha blasted her way out of the HQ and hotwired another Talon Excavations helicopter to fly with. She was out and escaping, and Talon guards were boarding helicopters to engage a "Heli War" over the city. Meanwhile, I was screaming my head off as the syringe swelled up my eyeball and drained, returning it to normal size. I held my left eye and looked in my cell's mirror. Uncovering it and wincing, I saw a perfectly lite-red eye glaring at me, evident of my blood swelling up my eye. My pupil was already slitted from the high concentration. I felt a liquid sensation as the fluid tried crushing the white blood cells. I then felt it entering my brain. A severe headache unlike ANYTHING I had ever felt, one of pain, virtigo, AND blurriness overtook my sense of reality. My brain's faults deepened and smoothened as my memories were mixed up like scrambled eggs on my usual Sunday morning. The headaches finally receeded. I felt a whole new wave of the fluid. It wasn't a wave of pain. It was the rage of a dragon. The rage I brought out before was so puny compared to what I suddenly felt brewing inside of me. I then felt a massive convulsion to follow as the draconic brain dominated my nerve system, spreading quickly to my muscles like wildfires in Colorado. Immediately, I realised that my vision was more blue-ish, my reflexes started to kick into high gear, and my muscles were tingling even worse than after carrying my dog 3 miles. My strength was renewed. I looked in the mirror after standing up. I realised the tiny difference in muscle mass. It had suddenly jolted. My veins were far more noticeable in some places, like where the fluid was warring with the white blood cells. I was unaware of the sense of doom that was lingering around me. No guards were here. They thought that I couldn't move after the excruciating pain from the serums. They were wrong. Dead wrong. Dead. Stone-dead. The seething dragon's rage turned to a blinding convulsion to seething andrenaline. The transformation had begun. Inside... out!!! I ripped a titanium bar off of my cell door and rushed through the HQ. The sirens were still blaring, and the speaker had announced my break. Guards were streaming in the 9th basement floor as I climbed to the surface. The first wave of 11 guards were crushed with my might and fury. Guns alone were jumped by hairs, thus raising theirs only to me madded down by their own blood. I swapped my rod for two assault rifles on automatic mode to fire whatever spray I chose. "My turn," I growled as I remembered Sasha escaping their clutches.

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#35120595Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:49 AM GMT

Floor 8. A heavily-armed patrol of guards was charging at me with severe and undue force. 4 had machine guns and 1 had a rocket launcher. ROCKET LAUNCHER!!! Just what I needed to make a clear getaway from this madness! Dragon expiraments looked onwards towards the immense fighting as I sent out a full-auto spray and ran along the cell doors. Only the rocketeer and one machine gunner remained. I leaped off the wall and fired a burst of lead at the gunner, taking him out as he shot a few rounds in the air. A rocket flew under me, and I grabbed the end of it as I landed. I used it as a flamethrower to scorch the guardian, took his rocket launcher, and found it with 3 rockets in it's rotating barrel. I shrugged and decided that carrying it and a machine gun was the limit. Floors 7 and 6 were breathlessly easy to surpass with the ammo, but there was a huge concentration, which consumed my rounds like wildfire. Floor 5 was a surprise for me. My senses were heightening even more. The dragon fluid was so far giving me powers that made me able to escape this heavy confinement. These guards set up their own deathtrap. The surprise was who I saw. The guard leutinent, who was in charge of the order here, and the lady who I saw in the lab who announced my choices and gave me a choice of losing my morals or human body. I had my rocket launcher up before the leutinent could raise his large assault rifle. I gritted my teeth and felt their sharpness. The leutinent growled and said, "Hello there, you ugly little *profanity*..." I replied coldly, "What are you going to do, shoot me... punk?" That stopped him cold for a half-second, then he grinned sinisterly and said, "I was thinking about it." I felt my fingertips getting hard and their bones digging. Talons were forming. My fists were slowly enlargening. I kept them clenched to avoid a dreadful shock that could get my chest peppered. A callus was forming over my face. I clenched my fist, and the knuckles on my black leather gloves ripped. The seams were stretching. I looked at them, and so did the leutinent and the lady. I lowered my fist and gritted my teeth. Yep. Definately more jagged-looking than usual. I could tell by the reflection in the leutinent's eye that he was alarmed by the growth of spiky fangs. He asked, "How much ammo you got in that R.L.?" I replied coldly, "One." I fired my last rocket. The leutinent threw himself out of the way, but the woman died in an explosion of flames and raining cieling as the floor above her collapsed. I made a break for it and went into a small room. A guard rushed by and a VERY meaty hand(mine) ripped clean through the wall and grabbed his skull. His head was ripped clean off of him as massive talons dug into his eyes. It was dragged into the small room, and the leutinent barged in- gun ready. Mine was abandoned. He saw the vent duct wide open, and a half-eaten head was thrown on top of his head. He was disoriented long enough for me to get away through the duct. I felt larger, like 3 inches more feet when I usually am 7 feet tall. He climbed up with his assault rifle in hand and followed the claw markings to the main ventilation shaft, which had spinning blades. It was a straight drop into the spinning jaws of doom, but claw marks were clearly embedded in the shaft, and he knew that I jumped and tore across to the other side. He leaped and grabbed into the slits. The very blades below slowed from severed wires. I burst out of the duct on basement floor 4. Claws were clearly formed on me. I was breaking loose from the Deep.

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#35120650Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:50 AM GMT

(Good night, folks! My RP time's up! Lemme know if you think I've assimilated this thread into an epic story or not.)

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#35138565Saturday, October 09, 2010 11:29 AM GMT

(jeez, I got on at 10am today. When do you get on? I was on at 5pm your time) While (Catnin's character) was storming through the HQ, Something else was happening on the rooftops. The speakers crackled in every room, Where (catnin) could hear it. "TWO DRAG-*cllk* HAVE LANDE-*cllk* -N THE ROO-*cllk*-OP! I REP*cllk*! TW*cllk* DRAGONS HAVE LA*cllk*DED ON THE ROOFTOP!" it stormed. One more click. It seemed like the disfigured sound of bones cracking. Not hand bones, more like the torso... But it was louder. In reality, the speaker's bone had been slied to the extent it ripped through his skin. A black, scaly dragon stepped through the walls. Another orange one followed. Their names? Mark and Kelly. *5 MINUTES EARLIER* Mark was kneeled on the floor. He was crawling his way to the talon member controlling Both Lucas and Mark. He held the person, tight. "No more..." he gasped, the machine blocking off most air. He grabbed the button and squeezed. Metal was blasted across the room, clanging off the walls. Mark got up without ease. "No. Freaking. More." he continued, smashing the person off the wall. There was a crack, being in the skull, but no injuries that would kill. Mark put down the now-unconcious man and flew out. Kelly looked at him. She smiled. "You did it?" she asked, hugging Mark. Unaware to anyone but Kelly, he was smiling under the armour. He pulled down the helmet and looked at a battalion of Talon members. "they AREN'T giving up." he muttered, following the helicopters. Seemed like the army had took care of things as one of the copters smashed into another. One left. Mark looked round and sure enough, the army. Kelly prepared a fire breath. She shot the marine's chopper. It was downed. The helicopter flew straight to a second HQ, where Mark and Kelly landed. There was already a black helicopter there, although 2 guards were bashing at it. Mark picked up one of the guards, Kelly picking up the other. They dropped them. The helicopter wasn't the spirit of fire, then who had it? Mark shrugged. He smashed himself through the top of the building. He noticed a man on speakers. The dragon kicked the man. Bone was ripped through. Mark, now armourless, walked straight through the wall, followed by Kelly. He growled as he was shot at by guards. He lifted his tail and deflected the bullets. The place looked pretty wrecked. Missiles had made the walls crumble. They walked down to a small room, were (catnin's character) was. Mark looked at him. "Who are you?"

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#35139053Saturday, October 09, 2010 11:50 AM GMT

(argh long lines of text XD) Cyan flew back with Gary.

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#35139668Saturday, October 09, 2010 12:11 PM GMT

(which building? this is one we've never been to)

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#35139743Saturday, October 09, 2010 12:13 PM GMT

(hm? are you talking to me? if so, they just flew back to an island)

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#35139886Saturday, October 09, 2010 12:17 PM GMT

(a random island? Also, if we split up one of us is more prone to quitting)

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#35141199Saturday, October 09, 2010 12:52 PM GMT

(well I have no idea where you guys are ._.)

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#35141993Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:13 PM GMT

(in Talon's other building, on another island :P)

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#35142153Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:17 PM GMT

(but, wouldn't it be ubering if I found that building so quickly? :P)

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#35142637Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:28 PM GMT

(You have my permission, just say you were following Mark and Kelly or something)

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#35142694Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:29 PM GMT

(alright) Cyan and Gary flew to the building Mark and Kelly went into "i wonder what the commotion is..." cyan said, as Gary climbed up onto his back.

WinterWolf88

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#35142934Saturday, October 09, 2010 1:35 PM GMT

(GOD STOP MAKING LONG POSTS X_X FOR THE SAKE OF STARCLAN D8 i can't even read the long posts.. it would take me forever to just to finish one..)

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#35162897Saturday, October 09, 2010 7:23 PM GMT

(Bumping thread- you guys are lucky that it's the weekends! That's when I can post!)