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		<title>Celery at 13:22, 12 September 2014</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;← Older revision&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 13:22, 12 September 2014&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l2&quot; &gt;Line 2:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Date of Scene=2014/09/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Date of Scene=2014/09/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Location=Earth-1111&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Location=Earth-1111&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Synopsis=D leads the Confederacy &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;into &lt;/del&gt;Beli Klum's Purgatorio. He aims to recapture three &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;vampire &lt;/del&gt;girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Synopsis=D leads the Confederacy &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;in an attack upon &lt;/ins&gt;Beli Klum's &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;realm, &lt;/ins&gt;Purgatorio. He aims to recapture three girls &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;under Beli Klum's care -- vampires turned by Dracula's power&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;Beli musters her allies into a desperate defense, but is it enough?&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Thanks=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Thanks=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Cast of Characters=22, 56, 151, 152, 232, 238, 255, 301, 347, 546&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Cast of Characters=22, 56, 151, 152, 232, 238, 255, 301, 347, 546&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The ocean splashes as the witch falls in, only to still once more. Did the fall kill her?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Seconds later Nox's interference prevents the Unionites from seeing a rather soaked Medusa as she emerges, coughing violently and with her jumpsuit clinging to her, and she looks rather the mess. Though she can't help but look a bit shocked when she realizes that she and Nox are the only ones moving. &amp;quot;Hmm... impressive,&amp;quot; she comments, and when he moves on to using his magic on D... she looks perhaps a bit more fascinated than one ought to be. Then again, she's a nurse.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Seems like he had his hands full.&amp;quot; The comment lacks any real emotion, and her eyes coldly studies the dhampir. At least it seems like the magic interferes well enough. &amp;quot;Just enough to keep him alive until we can get him to Castlevania.&amp;quot; That should be okay. As long as he can get into some earth, then things will be okay. Likewise she doesn't seem too worried about Ariah. &amp;quot;Ariah I can treat at the Citadel,&amp;quot; she urges. And she will indeed help Nox in getting their allies out, not even bothering looking back on the chaos in their wake.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There will be other chances.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The ocean splashes as the witch falls in, only to still once more. Did the fall kill her?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Seconds later Nox's interference prevents the Unionites from seeing a rather soaked Medusa as she emerges, coughing violently and with her jumpsuit clinging to her, and she looks rather the mess. Though she can't help but look a bit shocked when she realizes that she and Nox are the only ones moving. &amp;quot;Hmm... impressive,&amp;quot; she comments, and when he moves on to using his magic on D... she looks perhaps a bit more fascinated than one ought to be. Then again, she's a nurse.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Seems like he had his hands full.&amp;quot; The comment lacks any real emotion, and her eyes coldly studies the dhampir. At least it seems like the magic interferes well enough. &amp;quot;Just enough to keep him alive until we can get him to Castlevania.&amp;quot; That should be okay. As long as he can get into some earth, then things will be okay. Likewise she doesn't seem too worried about Ariah. &amp;quot;Ariah I can treat at the Citadel,&amp;quot; she urges. And she will indeed help Nox in getting their allies out, not even bothering looking back on the chaos in their wake.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;There will be other chances.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Celery</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>Varnani: Fixed a pose order for Tony-player.</title>
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				<updated>2014-09-12T03:58:43Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Fixed a pose order for Tony-player.&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 03:58, 12 September 2014&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Faruja!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley rushes to his side, and slides to stop nearby. There's an audible POP as her magical affinity swaps, and she rests her hands on the rat, beginning to provide some healing for him in the form of a soft red light of life magic.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Her head turns to look at the rest of the battle which, thankfully, seems to be coming to a close.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She looks at D for a minute or two, frowning tiredly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:151|Ainsley (151)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Faruja!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ainsley rushes to his side, and slides to stop nearby. There's an audible POP as her magical affinity swaps, and she rests her hands on the rat, beginning to provide some healing for him in the form of a soft red light of life magic.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Her head turns to look at the rest of the battle which, thankfully, seems to be coming to a close.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She looks at D for a minute or two, frowning tiredly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''{{#var:546|Nox (546)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, Beli appears to be correct. About the situation at least. He couldn't care less about any of that sentimental nonsense earlier. Precise little clockwork swivels of his head confirm that both vampiric Elites are in critical condition, though it seems the Unionites are badly beaten at this point. Mentally, he calculates his chances of victory with Medusa still in the game are marginally on the side of favourable, but the damning fact is that the Confederacy would be altogether very displeased with him. With a heavy, metallicly tinged sigh, Nox returns his featureless gaze to the rephaite. &amp;quot;Yes, yes, that's very well and all. As much as I would love to continue our little exercise however, I am under obligations that prevent me from allowing those two to bleed out while I kill you. My deepest apologies, but, so long!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As the polyhedral holography between his hands spins to a deafening whine, converging into a densely compressed core of magical energy, Nox snaps his hands into a new position, linking fingers together in the sign of infinity, and shattering the rotating icon between them. The resulting discharge of energy is nothing like the violent explosion it seemed to be building up to. A quiet, understated, omnidirectional pulse washes over the beach, expanding exponentially until the sphere vanishes beyond sight. Purgatorio is immediately plunged into silence. The sand and debris blowing about on the winds of battle are left hanging in the air. The gentle waves of the beach have gone still, suspended like a sculpture at a museum. Predictably, the Unionites are caught in the spell as well, left frozen on the spot with no way to move; leaving Medusa and Nox as the only active figures left in the field.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Now if you'll give me just a moment to clean up.&amp;quot; Nox intones, floating from the spot and slowly drifting over to where D lays in the sand. His movements leave behind strange, ghostly afterimages, trailing after him like a glitch in a monitor screen. Holding his hand out over the gaping wound in the dhampir's ruined chest, his palm surges with that cerulean glow once more, pulsing with a dull, electronic hum. Bits of blood splattered into the sand suddenly seperate from the ground, flying one by one in perfect arcs, through the air and back into D's body. Shards of bone follow, falling into seamless place with his ribs, and then the flesh itself begins to knit over; playing out the whole, grotesque injury in bizarre reverse. Satisfied D will survive, he hovers over to Ariah and performs the same task, albeit only just barely enough to leave her stable.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finally, he gestures into thin air, and a rippling, silvery membrane sprouts into existence in the shape of an oval just large enough for a human to step through. &amp;quot;Now if you wouldn't mind, madam Medusa, one body per person!&amp;quot; Reaching out towards D's prone form, Nox telekinetically lefts him from the sand, letting the grains of silt falling from his body stay hovering above the ground, and slowly floats him in through the portal. Waiting for Medusa to drag Ariah out, or else doing it himself, he casts one last glance to the group of frozen Elites, before finally vanishing through it himself. Sound returns all at once in an indecipherable roar as time resumes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:301|Tony Stark (301)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tony takes a moment to hang in midair and just pant; the suit may have its own power unit now but he'd swear he still feels a certain drain from his own battery to power that massive blast. Jarvis would probably call it a psychosomatic bullshit thing. At least he's got the woman off his back.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wearily, he watches her fall, and doesn't even bother to consider diving to catch her this time. He reaches up to work his metal-clad fingers against the sparking joint in his neck-covering, as if he could somehow massage it out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then his view of the falling witch is suddenly obscured by a roiling mass of black, and he has just enough time for his eyes to go wide before the vector snakes slam into him with explosive force enough to knock him well back and out over the water. He flails, falls; one kicking leg splashes the surface of the waves before he's able to re-orient and recover in a counter thrust that sends him skimming over the whitecaps.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Hey, he could have come out of that fight a lot worse. At least he's not barbecue.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:301|Tony Stark (301)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Tony takes a moment to hang in midair and just pant; the suit may have its own power unit now but he'd swear he still feels a certain drain from his own battery to power that massive blast. Jarvis would probably call it a psychosomatic bullshit thing. At least he's got the woman off his back.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Wearily, he watches her fall, and doesn't even bother to consider diving to catch her this time. He reaches up to work his metal-clad fingers against the sparking joint in his neck-covering, as if he could somehow massage it out.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And then his view of the falling witch is suddenly obscured by a roiling mass of black, and he has just enough time for his eyes to go wide before the vector snakes slam into him with explosive force enough to knock him well back and out over the water. He flails, falls; one kicking leg splashes the surface of the waves before he's able to re-orient and recover in a counter thrust that sends him skimming over the whitecaps.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Hey, he could have come out of that fight a lot worse. At least he's not barbecue.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''{{#var:546|Nox (546)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, Beli appears to be correct. About the situation at least. He couldn't care less about any of that sentimental nonsense earlier. Precise little clockwork swivels of his head confirm that both vampiric Elites are in critical condition, though it seems the Unionites are badly beaten at this point. Mentally, he calculates his chances of victory with Medusa still in the game are marginally on the side of favourable, but the damning fact is that the Confederacy would be altogether very displeased with him. With a heavy, metallicly tinged sigh, Nox returns his featureless gaze to the rephaite. &amp;quot;Yes, yes, that's very well and all. As much as I would love to continue our little exercise however, I am under obligations that prevent me from allowing those two to bleed out while I kill you. My deepest apologies, but, so long!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As the polyhedral holography between his hands spins to a deafening whine, converging into a densely compressed core of magical energy, Nox snaps his hands into a new position, linking fingers together in the sign of infinity, and shattering the rotating icon between them. The resulting discharge of energy is nothing like the violent explosion it seemed to be building up to. A quiet, understated, omnidirectional pulse washes over the beach, expanding exponentially until the sphere vanishes beyond sight. Purgatorio is immediately plunged into silence. The sand and debris blowing about on the winds of battle are left hanging in the air. The gentle waves of the beach have gone still, suspended like a sculpture at a museum. Predictably, the Unionites are caught in the spell as well, left frozen on the spot with no way to move; leaving Medusa and Nox as the only active figures left in the field.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Now if you'll give me just a moment to clean up.&amp;quot; Nox intones, floating from the spot and slowly drifting over to where D lays in the sand. His movements leave behind strange, ghostly afterimages, trailing after him like a glitch in a monitor screen. Holding his hand out over the gaping wound in the dhampir's ruined chest, his palm surges with that cerulean glow once more, pulsing with a dull, electronic hum. Bits of blood splattered into the sand suddenly seperate from the ground, flying one by one in perfect arcs, through the air and back into D's body. Shards of bone follow, falling into seamless place with his ribs, and then the flesh itself begins to knit over; playing out the whole, grotesque injury in bizarre reverse. Satisfied D will survive, he hovers over to Ariah and performs the same task, albeit only just barely enough to leave her stable.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Finally, he gestures into thin air, and a rippling, silvery membrane sprouts into existence in the shape of an oval just large enough for a human to step through. &amp;quot;Now if you wouldn't mind, madam Medusa, one body per person!&amp;quot; Reaching out towards D's prone form, Nox telekinetically lefts him from the sand, letting the grains of silt falling from his body stay hovering above the ground, and slowly floats him in through the portal. Waiting for Medusa to drag Ariah out, or else doing it himself, he casts one last glance to the group of frozen Elites, before finally vanishing through it himself. Sound returns all at once in an indecipherable roar as time resumes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Ainsley's healing proves critical. It smoothes out and stops infectio in the worst of Faruja's self-inflicted cauterizations, the male's breathing finally settling into something close to regular, if a bit shallow. He'll need serious attention, but at least it seems he's not going to die on the spot.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:152|Faruja (152)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Ainsley's healing proves critical. It smoothes out and stops infectio in the worst of Faruja's self-inflicted cauterizations, the male's breathing finally settling into something close to regular, if a bit shallow. He'll need serious attention, but at least it seems he's not going to die on the spot.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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