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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1853973" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 076“What Makes Jim Tick?”He opens his eyes slowly.  He has heard nothing and felt less once he came to a few moments ago.  He remembers touching the wall of the strange room within the tower and feeling a voice in his mind.  It sang to him.  Celine Dion singing to him.  He opened his mind to her and well …here he is.He looked up and saw he was on a park bench.  NYC but it wasn’t NYC.  The Styx Tower was here.  BUILT    WHERE   THE    TWIN    TOWERS   WORE.  HE growled under his breath.  It no longer mattered where he was.  Vandal Boc was NOT going to commit this act of evil here …whereever here is.A police officer was moving his way.  Slender and …yes the source of the voice.  He was certain of it.  Even for him, this dream was strange.“Curfew.” She said in that beautiful and seductive voice.Jim looked at his garb.  Why did the officer have no issue with how he was dressed?  He was in his riot gear.  Heavy metal and ceramic plating that he wore to protect himself when he knew it was going to be a shot ‘em up mission.  “Gonna arrest me?” He says with a boyish grin hoping to be charming.“If need be.”  A cab drives by.  He can see Beyonce in the back seat.  She has a tattered skull face image on her shirt.He ignores the second mental warning.“You have best to be going young man…”Jim sees a man in a military suit waving for a cab.  He has a large artist’s portfolio case that is oddly about 3ftx3ft.  The cab with Beyonce pulls up.  The soldier stares at him as if to judge him before he gets in.  It pulls away.  Jim notes it is the only car on the street.  He stops thinking about the officer before him for a moment.  Another car comes by.  In the back is a woman cuffed.  She looks sad.  She looks …like Christina!“… or do I need to take you?”  the officer says looking directly at Jim now.  Her eyes glow white and then her skin darkens and small horns tear through her uniform.  Finally, bat-like wings tear through the back of her shirt.  She strikes Jim hard and he goes down.He awakens again.  He is in a dungeon.  One he knows well.  Styx Tower.  Vandel Boc had him here for several weeks trying to break his will.  Instead he broke his bones and finally his neck.He senses his friends are nearby.  He senses they are in trouble.  They are in danger.  But he is trapped here.“No.”He stares at the walls and ceiling.  “No.” he repeats to himself.He looks at his bindings.  He has picked these before.  He will again.“This is not real.  None of this is.”Days seem to go by before anyone comes.It is the same police officer with horns and wings.  Behind her is a man in the shadows.As soon as the officer enters the room Jim acts.  He has already picked the lock.  He attacks and fights with the creature.  Suddenly it is all gone.  He hears a distant howl of strong winds.  He can feel the cold and pressure on his body.  He feels his muscles tighten and pushing against the force.  He opens his eyes and sees the Captain in a protective stance.  Protective against ..him?!?  Suddenly he is air born and flies into a tree.The winged woman has her foot on Jim’s throat.  You can not win mortal.  Not against me or my friend.  The “friend” steps out of the shadows.  He is dressed in a dark red uniform with shiny soft leather looking boots.  His face is heavily scared.  The scars issue from his face and wrap around his head.  One eye is dull white and possibly sightless.“Hello again boy.”“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” Screams Jim and he grabs the leg holding her weight and gives a sharp yank.  Unsteadied, he spins and wraps his feet before and after her foot and kicks ..hard.  He breaks her ankle and trips her up.   “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” it screams.Jim can feel the spirit being ripped out of his mind, body and soul.  He can feel their support.  His friends are here.  As is Christina.  Everything is bright and swirling before him.  He can feel his stored Spellfire releasing itself to aid him.“There will be another day.” The possessive Baatezu snarls.  “Soon”Jim ignores her and stares at the figure beside her.  He smiles and flips him the bird before mentally leaving the tower and reconnecting with his body fully in the forest.He falls to his feet then to his knees and would have fallen to his face if not caught by a woman.  Christina.</blockquote>

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