A creature no more unbelievable than yourself I would assume.

The sounds of the approaching Eudemonian support units caught his ears. It was about time to get out of here. Trace raised his hand a holographic image appeared hovering above his palm. He flicked his hand and sent the illusory business card in Argyros's direction. The card would stop in midair to hover before him. All that was on the card was an elaborate crest and text underneath written in an olde english font.

"Tribe of Steel"

Trace reached into his coat and pulled a large silver bar from one of the inside pockets. The bar changed shape to become a large disc, and Trace let it fall to the floor. He stepped onto the disc and it slowly started to lift off of the ground, him of course raising along with it. He crouched down as he was lifted off of the floor. Thanks to Aluria's warning he knew what these Eudumonians were capable of, so he thought it best that he was on his way. He waved over his shoulder and smiled back at Argryos as the disc he was on started to propel him through the air down the hallway.

I'm hope we see each other again sometime.

As all the weapons, kinetic or energy based seem to do nothing but make the Bear stronger, Surael beats his hands against his hips, sheer frustration shows through his form. Truly, this is an unbelievable situation, to which he demonstrates his endless confusion through a sudden, abrupt shout.

"This makes no sense!"

An incalcuable distance away, across the very fabric of space and time, through the very substance of dimensions even, a single creature stirs. What is it that awakens this beast, which has slept for so many years, so many millenia? What is it that would cause this being to shake off the cobwebs of hibernation and finally bring itself to the vestiges of cognisance? There is but a single thing which would cause this being's soft white brow, obstructed only by a single gleaming gem to furrow in wrath. One thing which it would deem worthy of paying even a moment's attention to. Moding.

This one mark, this one sin is the sole object of this being's rage, which causes it to stand from the dusty, crumbling altar it had slept upon for thousands of years. This Leviathan, a simple being forged from the duality of beings, slowly turns to bring its sights to bear upon the exact spot of this filthy 'mode' so many miles away. With a roar, infinitely louder and stronger than Surael's, easily with the strength to cause nearby stars to ascend into supernova, it brings itself into the air. With a single wisp of a dark red cloak, the being vanishes from not just that area, but that realm. The being rockets through the air, ripping first through space, and then through dimensions leaving naught but a trail of erupting stars, galaxies, and then finally dimensions in his path as his mere unrestrained presence causes those bodies to combust out of absolute fear. Yes. He has enough power to make inanimate objects wet themselves and flee from existence like beaten dogs.

It takes approximately -3 seconds for him to reach his intended destination, as he has traveled so fast time reversed itself in his wake. This great being's presence being signalled by a sudden tear in the sky which opens up for several miles to allow him entrance into this realm. This opening in the sky quickly closes up, not due to any action by this being of omnipotence, but, like many other bodies, through abject terror. The fabric of space and time knows what happens when you cross this being, and it will not risk such a threat. Then, almost as if in reminder, the being turns his head over its shoulder and sneers at where the opening. Across the universe, all beings hear a soft, subtle, almost "whisper"-like whimper as Reality voices its fear. It had closed the rip 0.0000042 seconds too late for this Adonis' liking.

Cars, trees, and even puppy dogs sail through the air in the wake of this being as it travels throughout the Hub, ice blue eyes focused upon the destination before it. Before he even gets within line of sight of the sanctuary, a singular call soars through the air, and delightfully tickles the ears of all those present.

"REEEEEEEEEEPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

Immediately after the call he abruptly stops for a moment above the Sanctuary just so the inhabitants can get a look at its grandeur. Tall, well muscled, and with long blonde hair, this being looks like something of a youthful god in his beauty. A tight red and blue suit only adds to this, as it frames his musculature expertly, while a long red cloak flutters in the air dramatically. All automatically recall a sudden genetic memory of this being. Knowing this, he smirks of crimsion before suddenly flashing down through the air and impacting against the giant bear, which he easily lifts into the air with his skills and power. A swave look forms upon his face then before he abruptly takes off into the air with the giant bear. In his wake, rubble fixes itself, and people come back to life from the dead. The Sanctuary is quickly healed, almost like all the events before were a nearly forgotten dream.

"Foolish coward. How dare you attack innocents! Don't you know who I am!? I'm Repooh, bitch!"

The God declares while he soars through space, carrying the bear with him. A soft chuckle passes his lips, as the bear doesn't even know the shit it got itself into. The speed he travels now is nearly unimaginable, and he would have arrived at his destination if he didn't stop by the local asteroid belt to play Space Billiards with the bear as his 8 ball. He finishes a hole game with one motion, before sighing and grabbing the bear to bring it to its final destination. Where might this be? Well, quite simply, the sun. This he stops before, and pulls the bear back with a distinct pitcher's stance before vaulting the creature into its firey coffin to really, truly, permanently die. A simple chuckle then passes his lips. So weak. It can't even withstand the temperatures of the center of the sun? This does give him an idea though. He needs a tan. Although, he doesn't really 'need' anything, so it's more of a whim. A slight desire. A fancy.

OOC: You know, that's pretty fucking sad. I'll post when you actually can get your shit together and make a decent response.

OOC: Actually M.A.S.K., his post was basically a reminder towards you that you were in fact god modding, though he did have an interesting way of going about it. In other words, he is going to dismiss your "character's" very existance, which by the way was not recorded in the profile section of Out of Character. I don't mean to be rude, however he was right to judge you thusly. Simply except your mistake, and try again.

Kaspar, after several moments of hesitation, finally soaked his hand within the well's cool, clean water, finding it soothing to the bruises upon his fingers. The sensation was so pleasant in fact that he would have continued, however a thought struck his cerebellum abruptly, of which paralyzed his actions, which in his position nearly caused him to fall into the well. Late. He was very late, and without the groceries for his master. If he returned, he would surely be beaten once more for his incompetence; his fate of a Whisper was unescapable. Yet, if he did not, Kaspar would be found eventually, and soon the circumstances would be even more dire. It was then that he removed his hand from the well, though reluctantly, and bowed an apology and farewell to the kind Sabine.

"I thank you for everything, truely I do. However, I must sojourn towards my Master's home. Please excuse me."

Despite how greatly he wanted to stay, with her, and understand more of her uncharacteristic display of friendliness towards him, Kaspar vacated the area swiftly and without a movement astray. Yet, as he traversed upon the hard, cemented sidewalk, wincing in pain every few steps or so, a terrible feeling of dread started to come over him. Why was he so fearful? At this, not even he had the answer. He had accepted his punishment yet to have come, knowing fully well that he deserved it. Yet, it was not this that bothered him, but rather a lacking sense of security. Yet, Kaspar shrugged off the fear as simple weakness, and cursed his upbringing as a Whisper. It was what made him feeble, and without purpose. He hated himself and his being, and asked God why he had cursed him with such a adhorrid body.

Unfortunately, as he thought these self breaking words, a new fear was realized, of which brought him to his knees in confusion. The room was unusually dark, and as Kaspar grew suspicious of his surroundings, he turned on the lights, which one by one lit up a rather unpleasant scene. Death was around him, terrible, blood written death. The crimson plasm was stained along the walls like decoration, and in the center of the foyer was a bloody sphere, of which looked terribly familar, and caused Kaspar to weep. Upon that reddened floor was the head of Master Adrian Lavovo Geist, his neck having been sliced cleaning off of his body, which lay only a foot away. Kaspar could do nothing but watch the blood drip from the stairwell, of which lined with several more bodies, all beheaded in a similar fashion. And, upon the walls, was etched a morbid note laced in blood, of which made Kaspar to cringe and plee for his own life to be taken away.

We, of the Whisper Revival Troupe, have freed thy Whisper from your enslaved bondage, and offer our hand for guidance. It is THESE people who have caused you such difficulties in your life time, and it is THESE people who have chosen to supress your voice. Now, you have finally been freed of your accursed position.

It was he, Kaspar formally of the Geist, who had caused all of these problems, or at least he believed so in his conscious. Had he been there earlier, he may have reasoned with the resistance group, or at least offered his life in their place. It was his fault that his masters lie dead upon the floor, heads decapitated in an agonizing way that could only be imagined. Kaspar, overwhelmed with the pain of his wounds and the pain of his heart, simply shook there in a fit of utter sorrow, tears dropping from his eyes and dampening the blood spattered tiles.

Kaspar wrote:OOC: Actually M.A.S.K., his post was basically a reminder towards you that you were in fact god modding, though he did have an interesting way of going about it. In other words, he is going to dismiss your "character's" very existance, which by the way was not recorded in the profile section of Out of Character. I don't mean to be rude, however he was right to judge you thusly. Simply except your mistake, and try again.

OOC:
And there are rules to have certain power levels, or that there must be profiles posted up? Hardly not. He simply could not bother himself to figure out a way around the current situation, so he lashed out like a child. I don't see how my character is 'moding', when his own have been ridiculously over powered and nearly invincible. I didn't realize that was a luxury only afforded to a select few of this forum.

If he had a disagreement with my post, he should have contacted me through PM's or even AIM, since we are friends, instead of being a dick about it. Since he still hasn't grown up however, I will take my leave of this thread.

IC:

The bear resists all this of course, forming a top hat and monocle from the stone. He gives a tip of his hat and tramps back the way he came, before he was late for afternoon tea and scones.

Sabine glared after Kasper. Then she let her chilly hand drop to the side. Unlikeher usual self she didn't try to get into the fight. Their were more experianced fighters around, and they could hopefully take care of themselves. She backed up against a wall and started to try and smother her smouldering anger.

She smothered the anger and replaced it with a slight smirk. A dangerous, giant teddy bear. How rediculous. She leaned back against the wall and tried to to again smother the anger that she felt against the world at the moment. In her opinion it was sad that their could be slaves that didn't even know enough to hate their masters.

OOC:This is right now the most rediculous roleplay I have been in ever. Way to funny as I sit her trying to stifle my laugh. Take a look back. A giant teddy bear attacking people. And people fighting back against the teddy bear, too funny.

OOC: Uh, I wake up to see this nonsense, what the hell? I guess my infantry are useless, then.

OOC: ...Lol, wtf? o_____o;

IC: The sarkastriboi arched a brow as the stranger with the bizarre abilities and terribly uncomfortable way of approaching someone in a dangerous and chaotic situation suddenly seemed to feel the need to break off contact and leave the scene. The holographic business card of sorts really did not do anything to help him solve the puzzle of this man and the supposed group he was affiliated with. He watched in bemused silence as Trace used his magnetism abilities to essentially surf away on a metallic disc and Argyros could not help but wonder if his sudden desire to flee had anything to do with a connection to the ridiculous bear construct and its controllers. He did consider pursuing the man, attempting to apprehend and hold him for questioning regarding the event, but by the time he had shaken off his bewilderment, the man was out of sight and the operative was still unsure of how to approach the powers he possessed. He wondered at what Trace had meant when he said “a creature no more unbelievable than you”; did he know of the classified existence of the sarkastriboi? How could he? Even the Aiden order, members of the Selekusion Commonwealth, were largely ignorant to these few, precious agents with the ability to perfectly mimic another human's physical attributes. This cryptic statement bothered Argyros terribly. The Eudemonian would simply have to include this in his report so that the intelligence sequence would be able to keep an eye out for Trace and his “Tribe of Steel”.

Jerking back to the present, Argyros returned his steel needle, now returned to its “natural” shape, to the holster strapped to his forearm. Looking back to the breach to watch the progress, or lack thereof, with the rampaging monstrosity, Argyros paled.

...What in Selekus' name...?!

The bear and all of its assimilated grotesquery – gone. Only the destruction and loss of limb and life it had wrought remained, with stupefied and dumbfounded Aiden and bystanders standing with their jaws practically on the rubble-strewn floor. Argyros was no different; he was at a complete and total lack for words, barely believing his own senses. As if the attack itself were not outrageous enough, the sudden and altogether unnatural disappearance of the “bear” put the situation far over the top.

If there was one thing he was thankful for, aside from the fact that not all had been lost in the attack as it seemed was going to happen, it was that there were other Eudemonians there to witness the events. Some of them probably saw more than he did, having not been distracted by strangers with affinities for metal objects. Mouth still someone agape, he turned back toward the support unit that had arrived in response to his call, looking for someone to hopefully explain what had just happened before he began to consider himself insane.

The Aiden had been expecting a larger, more prolonged battle, but what they got instead was a a sudden caped Saviour, who grabbed the bear and pulled it away while miraculously fixing the wall which had been broken. Every person there, from Surael to the Bystanders stand, sit, or lay with jaws agape, stunned at this being's utter magnificence. As the being starts flying away, the Aiden quickly wave, and offer a singular statement in thanksgiving.

"Thank you, Repooh!"

With the essentially invulnerable bear gone, torn away from the place by a myserious flying hero, the Aiden swiftly set about tending to the aftermath of the attack. Healers quickly move about attending to the wounded, while others set about similar tasks. The Sentinels and Justiciars, for instance, both set about to Sentry positions in case of another random attack, while the mediators set about calming down the understandably panicked populace. Naturally, large portions of the previously large crowd start to filter out of the Sanctuary and back to their homes. The Sanctuary was not a safe place at this point, and this strikes many Aiden at their core. The Sanctuary is supposed to be just that, a Sanctuary. A place of Peace and yet destruction had come to it.

This is partially what drives the Aiden to focus upon the Healing process, and in quite an efficient manner all of the bystanders are seen towards. Minor injuries are bandaged up, with Aetherial healing reserved for more serious wounds. At the same time, the innocents receive profuse apologies, as many Aiden feel they failed in their duties.

In an interesting turn of events, it wasn't a group of civilians that were crushed by the bear's swipe, but rather a giant cart of raspberries which were crushed into a fine paste against the wall of the Sanctuary. The loss of these delicious berries is punctuated by a single old man who drops to his knees, and screams in lamentation; "MY RASPBERRIES". This man is swiftly approached by a Justiciar, and reparations are offered in a consoling effort. At the same time, a single Aiden, one Johan Trappist lowers a hand down to scoop up some of the raspberry mess to bring it to his mouth. After tasting the delectable substance he licks his lips, rubs his belly and goes "Mmmmmm..."

Fortunately, the Aiden can pride themselves on the fact that no one actually died in the chaos, though many have bumps and bruises from rocks being flung about. This is considered a Gift from God.

OOC: Oh I am moving Sabine to a different roleplay title now, this one is just getting a little weird.

Sabine glanced around. These 'Knight' people were just a little weird. Quickly during the confusion she slipped out the gate and walked on her way.