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Snafu; Seriously guys.
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I'm going to archive SNAFU in this topic. The entirety of SNAFU. It will, however, be rather insane. Thus, I'm going to need you guys to try not to post in here until I'm finished.
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SNAFU, Page 1
OOC: Bear in mind, discussion of this RP, out-of-character wise, is to be kept on the thread that started it all. Not here. Little comments, fine. Big comments, the other place. Alright? Alright...
IC>>>>>
A snafu is a technical term. It refers to everything being perfectly fine, perfectly normal, but all completely insane. It's a contradiction, allowing for total chaos to reign supreme under the guise of everything being in order. It's an illusion, a magic trick. Do you believe in magic? Well, you're gonna have to. Magic has now been made a fact in existence with the discovery of new dimensions. Why we couldn't interact with those dimensions before, this astral plain or that psychic realm at all, is thoroughly unknown.
Oh, you'll hear all the theories. Some people even believe it's the end of the world. And why not? The Mayan calendar says the end of the world is in the year 2012, and that's when it all happened. Well, if that's the case, where's all the fire and brimstone? Aha... And that's when you realize... The world doesn't end just like that. Oh no, that would be too easy. This was planned for, far in advanced. The end of the world is a slow and agonizing process, as all the forces from this world and off begin to tear at it like a piece of meat...until not even the bones are left behind.
Because once that year passed, all the things that have been hiding away FOREVER started to come out of the fucking woodwork. They were called out, according to some. The proof that magic was alive... Zombies rising from cemetery graves and stalking the night, spirits literally bursting from the fabric of the their world into ours, people suddenly able to gather energy at their fingertips...and burn others with a thought. But that was just the start of it. Side-effects of the main attraction. Wanna know what's REALLY going on? What's being kept off the news to keep from frightening the public? Read on...
When we say everything out of the woodwork, we mean EVERYTHING. Demons pushing into our world from hell dimensions, creatures from long-dormant sleep waking up after long last, mutations built be secret organizations, paranormal monstrosities, robotic death-soldiers, and an international man of mystery who seemed to pop...right out of nowhere. That last one is just sort of a curiosity, really. There's a man in black wandering the world with a friendly smile and an expensive suit. He claims to own a corporation that will contain all of this, put it to rest. Wow. That's some guy.
The trouble is...this man, Trent Massarino, is an enigma. There's no sign of the company he owns, nor his employees, his associates, his equipment, but all and all...he assures the people of the world that everything's going to be okay...and they listen to him. THAT...is the snafu. People are accepting lunacy as everyday happenstance because one man says it'll all go away like a dream when he's through with it. Does anybody else think that this is a load of horse-shit? I hope you do. Because if this message is reaching you, then I have been prevented from acting in public or at all without suddenly and inevitably being blown to pieces. But you're under the radar, so you should be alright. I'll be in touch, in payment, in full.
Guido Valcini Spire HQ
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If he was right in his understanding, this was not just a plea, but a job, a contract. Someone wanted his services for a very large mission and a very large fee. No...it was more than that. It was something like 'Save the world from itself and we'll make it worth your while'. Well, hey... That even had a heroic tone to it, but it wasn't really so much the money that mattered exactly. He didn't really use that stuff for much. Social activities, a few funny trinkets and hobbies. Nothing much. This man, Guido, though... It looked as though he'd chosen right. This was the sort of thing you called him for. Azura the Ebony Wrath was definitely a man for the stranger jobs. He had just finished killing a dark thing with black blood in its veins. The owner of the building would have to torch the room to get it clean.
He knew I'd take the job. It pushes all the right buttons. Moral code, state of the world, sanity VS insanity, and money. If the people on the forwarding list have any sense, they'll try to give a damn and do something about it.
Checking his iPhone again, trying not to look too hard at the dead demonic creature on the floor that'd been sheered in half, he opened the zipped files attached to the message. Some sort of automated decryption occurred, allowing for a display of the world to pop up on the little screen. A number of colored flecks appeared all over the little globe. Green meant traces of small issues, minor creature infestations and the lot. All the little problems of the world from zombies to spirits to possible UFO sightings. He went to the green flecks in Japan - where he was - and looked. Demon, demon, spirit, vampire...
"What? No kitsune? I'm shocked."
Gold flecks were secret organization and mutation traces. No big surprise that THEY had few sightings. A couple in Russia, Britain, the U.S. - no big deal. Blue flecks referred to robotic incursions, machines that seemed far too advanced our outright hostile appearing and dealing horrific damage. Those appeared in a number of places around the world, centered around towns. That looked like a serious issue, and those were just the ones this guy's database covered. Orange flecks were for demonic or monstrous activity, the largely paranormal and beyond. These weren't just flecks. They were chunks. Some flitted throughout the world, but alot of it - a TON of it - in America. Whole counties, apparently, and the entire state of Illinois. There were also Purple flecks, unknown but with unnerving reports...and one Red. Azura pressed a few buttons, cycling onto that red one.
Red: Trent
"Hmmm..."
Trent Massarino was in Washington DC. No wonder this guy thought there was a connection. The United States had the most of all the flecks, right up through the charts. Egypt had severe problems (plague) and Europe had problems (Dementia), but out of all the countries, Guido Valcini had been focusing on this country because everything seemed to point right back square in its face. Trent... Was there a connection? Well, first thing's first. Save people from themselves. No point in exposing conspiracy to the world if there's no world to expose it to. Azura took the forwarding list and sent a message to all of them. No, he didn't ask how Guido managed to contact some of these people or what he knew about ANY of them, but he did know one thing... One of his contacts for an ugly case...said that Spire might interfere. When he asked what Spire was, the contact said 'Don't ask'. In any case, the message...
TO: (Forwarded List Of Contacted Associates) FROM: Azura
I don't know about you, but I'm going to America. The worst of it seems to be in there. I'll be making for Illinois. Come if you wish, or go wherever you think is necessary. This is what I'm doing, though, and assistance would be appreciated.
That being done, he put his iPhone away and headed off to catch a plane. It just so happens...he had a job already planned for state-side anyway. The active hitman is always prepared to leap from one country to the next, as per the needs of the job. ------------------------------------------- There was a tapping... Jacob stirred. The tapping continued, and awakened Jacob. He opened his eyes, scanning the room. There was a man in front of him, his father, who was tapping on the glass. Jacobs eyes glowed, and the glass in front of him shot up, and he stepped out of his pod. The wire attached to the back of his head came out, and Jacob stretched. "It's time for your assignment." the Director said, and moved towards the automatic door. Jacob followed obediently and silently. The two moved through the hallways of the facility. The Director passed Jacob a sandwich, and he took it. Jacob could feel the directors anxiety. He assumed this would be the few things he would receive today for nourishment. He bit into it, there was cheese, meat, and tomatoes. He finished it slightly before they reached the doors, very familiar doors. The Director sat down at the table, a long conference table. The digital clock in the room hit 7 hours, 30 minutes, and across the table, each "seat" was immediately filled by holograms. Jacob had seen those there many times before. "Welcome." The Director greeted them. "Dispense with the pleasantries Director. We aren't here to make small talk." one of them said, a woman. She had eyes that seemed to say "I want it done, and I want it done now.". Her black hair was in a bundle on the back of her head. "You know why we called this meeting." "Enlighten me." the Director responded. "The current state of Illinois is unacceptable. When we gave you funding, in return, you were supposed to have something to go up against such an occurrence!" another man said. This one was older, though had an air of charisma around him. "As of yet, you have not sent your project into the area once. Not even when we asked for it." "Ladies and Gentlemen, do not think I am unaware of what is going on in the world, just because I live underground. The subject was not yet ready, however, in recent days, he has shown enough growth to attempt an insertion." "We don't want attempts, we want results. The project is to be within the state by 900 hours." the man said. "It will." the director said. "If we don't see results, you can say goodbye to your project, we'll hand it over to someone more capable." the woman said. The rest of those attending nodded in agreement, the Director showed obvious fear however. "For now, we will hold off on the meeting. We will resume when the project is stationed." she finished. The holograms dissapeared, and the Director let out a sigh. Jacob left the room. If he was going to that hellhole, it would be best to go and get it over with. He moved through the facility and came to his preparation room. He locked the door and stood on the pedastal in the middle of the room. He opened a small compartment and took out the infiltration system. He slid it on, the plug on his hand bringing it online. Then, mechanical arms emerged from the walls. Each holding a part of his enhancement system. The arms mounted the system onto his back, and prepared the cords extending from it. The system activated, and the plugs shot their needles into the plugs across his body. Jacob winced, then his eyes burst open, completely blackened from the effects. If one were to look in the room, they would see what appeared to be the walls rippling from the energy radiating from Jacob. The system locked itself in it's position and deactivated, causing Jacobs eyes to return to normal. A compartment on the wall then opened, and showed Jacobs sniper system. He mounted it onto his back. Then the pedestal he was standing on began it's decent. It reached the bottom, and Jacob closed the hatch above him. The pod was then moved on a conveyor belt into the cargo bay of the plane that he was being transported in. Jacob fell into a deep sleep to conserve his energy before they reached his destination. --------------------------- John Braun was in a state of panic. He had recieved a bunch of strange e-mails detailing how the world will end and how he should go to Illinois and.....it was just to much to fast. Instead of ignoring the message as some sort of chain mail he for some reason felt compelled to head to Illinois, like there was something there he could do to help. John was now in some crowded airplane headed for Illinois, his apartment sold and all traces of his life back home erased. With him he had a single bag of luggage filled with clothes, His M1911 that he had managed to smuggle aboard (it was digging into his side but he dared not go to correct it due to fear of being caught) and his most prized possession, his Portable computer. John sighed I still cant believe Im doing this.... he thought as the plane started to descend... ----------------------------- Kranford checked his Sec-Tec computer's email folder one last time. His Basement operatives had been going overtime eliminating threats all over the globe. They were doing the best they could, but all of them were spread dangerously thin. Kranford took his bags through the check station, flashing his basement badge to any guards that raised a problem. Kranford was not in that big of a hurry, and he had way too much luggage with him to fly, so he was taking the train to Chicago. All of the hardware he could carry was going with him, all contained within a pair of duffel bags and an incredibly large backpack satchel. He took his berth on the train and looked forward to the events that lay ahead. He'd finally be able to save the world from the imbeciles who had messed everything up in the first place. He had never believed a word Trent had said ever since his appearance in DC, but he had been unable to get authorization for a hit on the man. As the train pulled out of the station, Kranford checked his equipment and sat down. This would probably be his last few hours of rest for a long time.
(OOC: I'm guessing we're all headed for Chicago.) --------------------------------- Jordan quietly settled down into his desk chair. He had completed a "contract" only hours before, and was tired from the physical exertion required of a mercenary. He had been paid a total sum of fifteen grand for the completion of the job, and planned to spend it on whatever else he could use. Jordan could have bought a mansion with the money he had accumulated over the years, but preferred to stay in a medium sized shack on a farm in southern Illinois. The farm owner was aware of his occupation, and with Jordan's support, purchased a square mile of land around his shack for weapons testing. The shack was hidden in the woods nearby, and there was a large, eight acre semi-level field nearby that Jordan had hired a construction company to clear. There was also a large barn near his shack. He used it for storage of everything from food to RPG launchers.
Jordan pulled up his laptop computer and began to type. He looked for the news site he went to, which was much more reliable than the biased opinions of CNN or the BBC. Looking around, he noticed that there was a substantial increase in the number of paranormal phenomena in the state of Illinois. While Jordan himself hadn't seen anything unusual, he had constantly heard stories from people in the cities about ghost, UFO, and spirit sightings. Jordan usually dismissed these stories as a result of an overactive imagination, but when it started showing up on the news, he knew something was going on. ------------------------------- Myyah had been wandering in the united states for a pretty good while, but the sudden surge of activity had gotten her attention, tho what got her attention the most was a strange message her powersuits comm links intercepted, from someone called "Azura", she didn't know who this person was, but she decided to entertain the thought and so, she took a train to the city of chicago, considering her armor was covered by a trenchcoat, she pretty much was able to blend in easily.
(Lol, Same Train Kranford?) -------------------------------- Kranford continued to look through the newscasts he had recorded on the wrist computer, wondering just how anyone could fall for the crap that was coming out of Trent's mouth. As he finished the last newscast, he noticed that his computer had picked up a massive energy spike. Taking a look out into the hallway, he saw a dark-haired woman in a trench coat on one end of the hall. ---------------------------------- Myyah walked over to one of the chairs and sat down, her trenchcoat covered most of the armor she had, tho the clawed gauntlets that were covering her hands and the metallic high heeled boots were visible, and...definently not normal design. She sensed someone was looking in her direction, but she payed it no mind..for now --------------------------------- "Open up!" A heavily armed guard yelled in Russian, knocking his rifle against the steel door. "Prepare the charges," another yelled. Leonardo Tancredo moved around casually through the vault, undeterred by the fact that a good portion Russian military would arrive soon to have him killed. He pulled a handful of sniper ammunition off a large rack, in front of him a hole tore through reality, he dropped the clips in. He walked over to the grenades, then automatics, and finally the shotgun rounds as the banging on the fortified door increased with each passing second. Leo looked up at the door, "This is what happens when you don't pay," he said to himself, his pockets yet to be filled with his promised money for the assassination of a political enemy of his client. A blast rocked the door, some dust came loose from the wall, "Rocket launchers eh? Guess I better speed things up," Leo said as more dust and minuscule debris fell from the ceiling.
"We have the charges!" A small framed soldier said out of breath. "Good, blast the door down and kill him!" His superior yelled. Several minutes later, an explosion rocked the room, Leo was finishing up. As the dust cleared, the soldiers entered only to see Leo's hand wave them goodbye as the subspace portal closed. The soldiers threw their weapons in anger at seeing him leave and even more so looking at their ransacked armory.
Leo waltzed out of the rip in reality in the middle of the field. He checked his PDA, "Lithuania", he read contemplating the list of worse places he could've ended up after a blind jump like that. "Guess I cut it a little too close there," he said looking up. He prepared himself for a jump to China, remembering that there was supposedly civil unrest there and if he knew anything, it was that civil unrest breeds work. As Leo prepared to wave his arm he heard a familiar beep. He looked at his PDA, a new message.
TO: (Forwarded List Of Contacted Associates) FROM: Azura
I don't know about you, but I'm going to America. The worst of it seems to be in there. I'll be making for Illinois. Come if you wish, or go wherever you think is necessary. This is what I'm doing, though, and assistance would be appreciated.
Leo looked up at the terrain putting his arm down. "An anonymous job?" He thought to himself, "The worst of it?" he continued remember the variety of strange news reports he had seen on various hotel televisions. Leo concentrated and waved his arm swiftly. The tear in reality followed his motion, "Next stop. Chicago," he said jumping in as he disappeared. -------------------------------------- Hughug walked down a sidewalk of Detroit, no emotion on his face. He was in his preffered human form, heading toward his sewer hideaway for the night. As he turned a corner into the dark and depressing alleyway, most of the humans paid him no mind, all except for one. One unlucky human followed Hughug into the dark alleyway. As Hughug stopped and bent down in front of a manhole cover, the single human spoke in a commanding, tone. "Get up", he said in a hushed yelling tone. Not waiting, he pulled out a handgun, and spoke again. "Turn around, put your hands up, and drop whatever you have of value." Hughug stood, and turned around. He put his hands up, and did his best to hide the smile he had glowing inside him. A foolish human had come to him. "Of course. My wallet is in my pocket, though I can not get it if my hands are up." The foolish human stepped toward Hughug, and reached for his pocket. As soon as the gun was not aimed at him, Hughug took his hand, and wrapped it around the person's neck. His grip tightened, and the foolish human tried to budge it, dropping the gun. Hughug smiled, and began to transform. A light emmited from him, as the atoms sped up and rearanged around him. In a second, he had fully transformed into his gargoyle-esque state. The foolish human tried to yell in fright, but couldn't. He was suffocating from Hughug's tight grip. Hughug released his grip slightly, so the human could beg for his life. "Wha- What are you?" the human said in a frightened tone. Hughug smiled, and showed his sharp teeth. "I? I am Hughug Rhu'kegn Cl-lei, but you may call me Hug." In one fluid movement, Hughug turned his mouth horizontally, extended it over to the human's head, and sank his teeth through the human's temples. He pulled his teeth back, and let go of the human. He slumped to the ground, his brain pouring out of his head. Hughug quickly bent down, and manipulated his hand into a sharp blade. He cut off the humans foot, held it with his other hand, and took a bite out of it. As he looked up, he saw that many other humans saw the ordeal. Hughug did nothing but smile and show off his teeth. That alone made the humans back up in fear. Hughug sighed. It seemed time to move on. He had already selected which city to go to next, a place the humans called Chicago. Hughug ran toward the humans, causing them to scatter. When he was out of the alleyway, he unspread his wings from his back. He jumped 10 feet into the air, and flapped them. In a few seconds, he reached high above the skyscrapers of Detroit. He began to fly southwest, toward Chicago. ------------------------------------------------ John exited the airport. Walking amongst the crowd he saw an unused cab and hailed it over to him. As he got into the cab the driver said "Where to?" "I would like to go to this address." John said handing the man a peice of paper he had scribbled the hotel he had arranged for him to stay at. The driver shrugged, grabbed the paper and started up the car. As the car drove along John checked his bank account. He smiled when he saw the amount, his hacking skills had indeed proven useful for this little venture. Pulling out a bag of salted peanuts he started thinking about his next move after he had got his hotel room. I should probably start checking out this citys locations. Maybe I will find the other recipeants of this message, after all it was obviously sent to multiple addresses. John thought as he snacked on the peanuts. ------------------------------------------------ Jordan sat back as an email notification popped up on his screen. It was from an unknown email address. Jordan opened up the message. It was short and simple.
TO: (Forwarded List Of Contacted Associates) FROM: Azura
I don't know about you, but I'm going to America. The worst of it seems to be in there. I'll be making for Illinois. Come if you wish, or go wherever you think is necessary. This is what I'm doing, though, and assistance would be appreciated.
Jordan leaned forward with interest. A contract, or a hoax? It didn't matter. He was already in Illinois. But Jordan felt that they didn't mean some rural community down in southern Illinois. They most likely meant Chicago, or one of the other large cities. He stood up, and shut down the computer. Jordan quietly picked up the laptop, and shoved it into his bag. He grabbed a few other assorted objects, such as his personal Taser and a spare set of clothes. Jordan slung the bag over his shoulder, looked back at the shack, and exited his house. He closed the door, then set off towards the farmer's house to inform him that he was leaving. He was going to Chicago, for reasons yet unknown to him. -------------------------------------- The plane flew over Illinois, the pod containing Jacob safely in the cargo-hold. As they neared Chicago, the pilot called the airport. "Chicago airport, this is military craft 339B. Please clear a landing strip for our arrival. This is a direct order from the United States Military." "Roger that 339B. We will make preparations most haste." the airport officials replied. The plane neared the airport and began it's decent. Jacob felt the forces from within his pod and awoke. He opened the pod and stepped out. He felt the plane hit solid ground and roll along.
Meanwhile, the Director found a strange message circulating around.
TO: (Forwarded List Of Contacted Associates) FROM: Azura
I don't know about you, but I'm going to America. The worst of it seems to be in there. I'll be making for Illinois. Come if you wish, or go wherever you think is necessary. This is what I'm doing, though, and assistance would be appreciated He looked at it in confusion. Who was Azura? Who were the contacted Associates? This was worth looking into. What's more, Jacob was being deployed in the area. It was a perfect chance. He relayed his new orders. Find this Azura, and anyone with him. Find out what he's up to, and if necessary, eliminate him and any who accompany him. Though if no other option exists.
Jacob slid on psychokinetic energy through the airport, he was being accompanied through the airport by government officials. Jacob got strange looks throughout. One of the agents received a call. Once it was over, he relayed the Directors orders to Jacob. "Understood." Jacob exited the airport and sped off into the main of the city. He got strange looks throughout. Over the radios and Televisions, Chicago received a message however, that military action was being taken, and to avoid a man of about 18 with a special suit on. This was broadcast of every form of communication throughout the city. ------------------------------------- IC>>>>>
The problem with these demon attacks is that they occurred purely at random and nobody knew why or where they came from. Some happened in board daylight, or during storms, but alot of them especially happened at night. By now, the various new visitors to the Chicago area had heard at least rumors of the kinds of freak-jobs that were 'haunting' the Chicago area. All they needed now was the friggin' Dark Hour to make it complete. But no. No extra hour to save humanity from knowing what lurked in the darkness and the mist. That part was a funny one, wasn't it? There were alot of gentle fogs these days, kinda' frosty ones... Yet, it was suppose to be summer... How very freakin' odd. These areas had been put under Marshall Law, and some of the areas...were barricaded, because whatever nuttery was going on THERE was happening at all hours of the day. Oh, but the creatures told about in the rumors... One guy said a minotaur was in one of the danger zones. A demon resembling Baphomet of all things. The religious folks enjoyed that one. But then, the daemons came in force in the night, and creatures stalked in the fog. You'd walk by and suddenly...a shriek and someone was dead. It was terrible... Today, there was a light mist - not too hard to see through - and things soon began to get dark. Trains had arrived, and people had gotten in. Soon...they would be ready to walk out into madness. Well, there was one guy standing in it already.
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Leo>>>>>
*VWOOP!*
A man had appeared on a street underneath one of the railways downtown, just as a train was passing overhead. The transfer was a success and he was standing exactly where he needed to be, according to the message. The problem was...if he didn't read the prior message from that Guido guy, he was in for quite a few surprises. For instance, behind him, there was chunk of ice, mostly red, with human appendages hanging out of it. From the looks of things, the ice bursted from inside the body and somehow formed this way, leaving his exploded body mostly-encased in permafrost. Also, his head was missing. Something very unpleasant happened here, and more unpleasant things may still be lurking about. Whether Leo chose to look around or seek refuge or whatever at this point was completely up to him.
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Azura>>>>>
Unbelievable. They wouldn't get him a flight to Chicago, even though there hadn't been any reported activity around the airport itself. It was like whatever was going on wanted to have more victims funneled in, but the plane service didn't wanna give in to that idea. ('Course, he didn't know about the military.) So, he landed in another airport that wasn't too far off, a minor airstrip. From there, he rented a car and drove towards the Chicago area. On the way, something like a hulking rottweiler leapt out onto the road. He briefly heard a chilling howl from the beast that unnerved him, but the mutt had the stupidity to jump in front of the car too.
*THUMP!!*
"Oh well. Hope he didn't have friends."
"HHHHHUUUUULLLLLRRRR!!!!"
Then again, maybe he did. Fortunately, Azura was already gunning the engine, the ugly Baskerville-like hounds disappearing far behind. He'd be in soon, and maybe some of the others would be too. He hadn't exactly said where he would meet them if that case came up. So, until he saw someone else doing a job like his, he was on his own.
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Hughug>>>>>
From the air, Illinois seemed like a misty place. Also, there was something to note that was fairly important. No birds. Clouds, sky, but no... Wait a minute. What was that? It was farther off, over the city area. Was that...a bird? No, couldn't be. Too leathery and reptilian. Looked like a semi-humanoid than an avian. It was circling around, as though looking for prey. Just what was that thing?
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Jacob reached the lake. He looked out over it. So far, he hadn't found anything. He continued along the shore of the lake. Searching for suspicious activity, other than the strange fog in the area. If there was something, it probably could come to him, if he just let out enough power. He moved farther inland, and stopped on a sidewalk. He activated his suit, and his eyes turned black, and he began to give off power, it was spiking to his max, the air around him began to ripple from the energy he was giving off. -------------------- Leo appeared hearing the all too familiar sound of a train overhead. He had been to Chicago before, most of the world actually but had never remembered the smog layer being so low. Street level low. "Wait, that's not smog, that's... fog," He thought to himself confused. It was rather warm out after all. But a chill wafted from behind him, he turned around to see the frozen massacre of what once was a man. Looking at it gave him an uneasy feeling inside. It was a mixture of confusion, suspicion, and indigestion.
"Well, I guess those reports weren't all that exaggerated," Leo said, seemingly to the corpse, "Wouldn't want to end up like you," he continued, tapping the body on what was once his shoulder. Leo walked into the main street. He called a cab as the fog became heavy, the driver looked at him in the rear view, "Where to?" "The nearest five star hotel," Leo said shutting the car door as the cab promptly left. ------------------------ John collasped onto his bed. The hotel room was small and had a musty smell about it. Feeling a bit in the mood to explore the city he left the hotel and started walking around. As he walked he noticed a slight mist. Feeling a sense of unease he reached under his coat and wrapped his hand around his M1911, hoping that the unease was from his paranoia. --------------------------- Within an hour, Jordan arrived in Chicago O'Hare. He disembarked from the plane, grabbed his small carry-on bag, and took a taxi to the nearest hotel. Soon, he was assigned a room and set up his stuff.
"Who is this "Azura" person?" Jordan wondered aloud. "Are they trying to contact me, or is there more than one person they want to send here?" He ordered a glass of water and a ham sandwich from room service, and ate it slowly while laying on the bed. When he was finished, Jordan threw away his trash and left room 605 to head down to the city to see what was going on. --------------------------- Kranford woke up from his nap just as the train pulled into Chicago. Knowing the grim reputation the city had gotten from all of the funkiness going on, Kranford put on his body armor, contacts, and gauntlets before leaving the train. His force thrower was holstered at his hip where he could get it in an instant. As he was leaving, Kranford kept an eye out for the woman he had spotted when he had boarded the train back in DC. Whatever was going on, Kranford knew this job would not be solo. ----------------------------- Myyah casually disembarked from the train, seeming as if it was beyond coincidence that she passed Kranford on the way out, there would be a glint of some seriously high tech armor underneath that trenchcoat, she was wondering who this "Azura" person was tho... ---------------------------- Kranford noted the armor underneath the woman's trench coat. Shouldering one of the duffel bags (It's much lighter without his armor inside), he walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Easy there, I have a neural gauntlet on your shoulder. If you do anything funky, I fry your innards. I simply want to know who you are and why you're following me, is that clear?" ------------------------------- Hughug continued flying. It took 2 hours to reach Chicago, and he was begginning to become tired. Hughug scanned Chicago from the sky. There were many skyscrapers around the entire city. Hopefully there would be a sewer as well. Hughug looked around the horizon. He saw no other birds, but that was to be expected at night. There were no clouds either, or bats. Hughug spotted something flying in circles, something that looked almost humanoid in the distance. As Hughug moved closer, he reoriented his eyes to be able to see clearer. The humanoid creature was in fact something that looked reptilian. This creature brought back bad memories of his homeworld. The creature reminded him of the agressive reptilians that attacked his people. Hughug hovered in mid-air, as he witnessed an outstanding sight. The reptilian bird skydived down into the streets of Chicago. It skimmed the sidewalk, and picked up a human. Hughug moved closer to where the bird's position was in the sky, when suddenly it started flying back, with the male human's arm in it's mouth. The reptilian bird bit through the arm, and gulped it down, as the human it had held came crashing down into the streets below. The bird-like creature turned it's attention to Hughug. It began flying at his position at an alarming speed. Hughug's eyes widened, as the bird collided with him in mid-air. It clawed at Hughug's arms, and it's beak snapped at his mouth. Hughug kicked the reptilian bird away, and turned his right hand into a sharp blade. As the bird charged at Hughug, Hughug sped up and charged at the bird. Right before they collided, Hughug plunged his now-daggerlike hand into the birds neck, and dodged it's blow. It began bleeding a blackish coloured blood, and fell out of the sky. Hughug winced as he examined his arm. The bird had scratched him, and he was bleeding red. It was only a minor wound, but Hughug hadn't the time to fix it in midair. He lowered down, and landed on top of a flat skyscraper, and began to use his power to heal his wound. -------------------------------- Myyah looked at Kranford, and then at his gauntlet, and then mearly chuckled, before looking at him directly. "Following you? No, I picked up something from an "Azura" That said something about Chicago, so I came here. Oh and, mind you, don't threaten me, threats do not work with me, because i'm more then meets the eye." Myyah mearly smiled at him, a creepy, dark smile, before turning away and begining to walk off. ------------------------------- Kranford rushed after the woman. He caught up with her just at the entrance to the station. "I got a message from him too. Shall we travel together then, since it's within our common interest?" asked the hitman. "I still want to know what is up with that body armor of yours. In all the years I've worked I've never seen a suit like that." ------------------------------- John continued to wander through the streets of chicago. It took him about 5 minetes to relize that he was completly lost. "Fuck, who the hell designs a city like this." He muttered to himself as he took a back allyway, hoping it led to a main road or somewhere he could use to get him back to his hotel. -------------------------------- Jordan walked outside just in time to see a a man come plummeting down onto the street and splatter all over the sidewalk. Jordan winced as bits of what used to be a human body went flying towards him. Wiping the blood off his face, he saw two large birds in midair that appeared to be fighting. Jordan shook his head and muttered under his breath. This was insane. Why did he come here anyway? --------------------------------- Hughug sat on top of the skyscraper and licked his wounds, quite litterally. He found the taste of his own blood to be quite.......enjoyable at times. After licking the wound dry, he sealed the wound via atomic reconstruction, and got in the air again. He flew above the skyscrapers, looking for a dark alleyway or something that could serve as a hiding place. He scanned the sky, finding one after a couple minutes. He slowly descended, and landed facing one of the walls. As he turned around, he saw a humanoid iwth a tranch coat on right behind him. Thoughts raced around Hughug's mind. Would he have to kill this human? Or would he simply run away and tell peopl what he saw, and get sent somewhere? Hughug stood, his eyes adjusting optimally to the light, and he starred at the human. -------------------------------- John stood there with his mouth hanging open. John stared at the creature for a whole minete before he managed to say. "Ho-ly shit........HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?" He said pointing his fingure at the creature and dancing on the spot. --------------------------------- Jacobs attempts at attracting something had proved fruitless, and he was now floating through the city, he had deactivated his enhancement system. Letting it recharge. He was now on the hunt once again. Trying to find this... Azura. 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SNAFU, Page 3
Jordan heard yelling in an alleyway nearby. He headed over there to see what was happening. His jaw dropped. Standing in the alleyway was some strange, living, breathing gargoyle type creature, and one normal human. Crossing to stand behind the human, he pulled out his Taser and stood on his guard. --------------------------- Hughug stood as the human started yelling, his head in a confused position. Most humans he encountered ran away, scared for their feeble lifes. He was caught off guard by the humans reaction, but then started chuckling. He started laughing out loud, with a grimacing smile on his face. "Who am I? Who am I you ask?" Hughug laughed again. "Well I'll tell-" Hughug ceased talking as another human appeared, he seemed to have some sort of weapon in his hand. This one seemed defensive of the other human. Hughug growled. "Stand aside, and put your weapon down human. I mean neither of you harm, but would not feel guilty of squashing you. Now then. I am Hughug Rhu'kegn Cl-lei, of the people of Kuxulka, who reside on the planet Buleteni Mu. You may call me Hug. Who are you?" Hughug asked questionably. ----------------------------- Jordan was taken aback. This...creature, who's name was Hughug or something extraordinary like that, could actually speak the human language. Jordan hesitantly replied, "I will not put it down unless you can prove to me that you will not hurt him. Or me." -------------------------- John was at a complete loss for words. He just stood there staring at the creature. When what the creature said finally registered in his brain he just couldnt contain himself. He burst out laughing, falling to the ground and clutching his ribs. He had never laughed so much in his life. Here he was in front of a giant alien creature who seemed content on murduring him and it said its name was hug. It was just so damn random he just couldnt help but laugh. ------------------------------ Jacob slid into the alleyway. He heard the creature talk, so he concluded it was intellegent. He activated his system, and his psychokinetics reached their peak. He wasn't going to take chances. "State your pupose." Jacob said to the creature. "You're answer may or may not incur the wrath of the United States Military" ----------------------------- Hughug smiled grimacingly. "You want proof? You want proof that I will-"Hughug cut off as he saw the first human in the trenchcoat fell to the ground laughing. "Is he having what you humans call a heart-attack? Eh." Hughug chuckled. "I can give you no proof that I will not smash your head in as long as that weapon is out. Though you have my word that I will harm neither of you if you put away your weapon." Hughug became slightly annoyed, but decided it was better to not kill humans his first day in Chicago.
(OOC) Now this is where Chrome comes in.....too lazy to edit my first part. (IC)Hughug growled when another humanoid saw him. This one seemed to be with this countries army. "I am Hughug Rhu'kegn Cl-lei, but you may call me Hug. My purpose on this planet is to get off this planet, and find my homeworld. What is your purpose on this planet?" ------------------------------- Jordan reluctantly lowered the Taser, but kept it in his hand. "And no, he is not having a heart attack. He thinks your name is funny. Heart attack victims do not usually laugh." he replied. Jordan quickly glanced at the man behind him. "Who are you?" he asked quietly. --------------------------------- "I am a weapon of the military. I have orders to investigate a series of strange happenings within the state of Illinois. And if possible, stop them." Jacob said. He looked around himself, there were several items across the ground, pebbles, trash, but most interestingly, a shattered beer bottle. Jacob levitated the pieces of the bottle and shattered it, making for himself shards of glass, the levitated in front of him, pointing at the gargoyle. "As a being of equal intellegence as a human, you can be treated as one. The reason that man is holding a weapon at you, is in self defense." -------------------------------- John pushed himself up. When he saw the various people with weapons out he got an idea on how to earn this creatures trust. After all an 8 foot alien might prove a useful ally... he thought. "Ok everyone, now I know we all dont see a giant alien come out of nowhere but lets be civilized here." John said "So lets all just put our weapons down and talk this out like civiliezed people ok?" --------------------------------- "My actions are merely protocols. I have found a nonhuman being that has threatened to kill an innocent. Protocol dictates I do something about it." Jacob responded. ------------------------------- Jordan nodded. "Ah. Nice to meet you." he replied. He turned his head back towards the creature. Before he could say anything, the man in front of him stood up and suggested that they put their weapons down. "I'm not putting my weapon down until he proves he will not hurt us. I wish I had stayed back at that farm, at least then I wouldn't have to deal with all this shit." --------------------------------- Hughug chuckled, and spoke to the one levitating the glass in front of himself. "I would hardly say that our races are of equal intelligence, but that can be decided later. Now, I have to agree with the person that finds something humorous in my name. I feel this could be discussed civilized." Hughug smiled, doing his best not to show his sharp teeth. "So tell me, are you supposed to take me in and experiment on me? Or are you going to treat me like your own race? I have killed humans before, though all those humans threatened me. I would rather unnecesary blood not be spilled." ------------------------------- "Protocal? What are you a robot? Anyways he hasnt done anything threatening so put your weapons down or I will make you." John said, hoping these weirdos would act like intelligent human beings. -------------------------------- Myyah looked at Kranford, then she pondered for a moment while still walking. "Sure, we can stick together, and this armor...its powered armor, form fitting armor, its hard to explain to humans." Myyah snerked.
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SNAFU, Page 4 Jordan stiffened when the creature mentioned that he had killed humans. He brought his Taser back up. "Why? Who would try to threaten something like you without a good reason?" he asked. ------------------------------- "Your doing it right now dumbass." John said to the guy with the tazer. He was getting nervous, he wasnt even sure if he was doing the right thing here Ah fuck it, I can always run like hell if they start geting homicidal he thought as beads of sweat built on his forehead. ------------------------------ - Quote:
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"Protocal? What are you a robot? Anyways he hasnt done anything threatening so put your weapons down or I will make you." John said, hoping these weirdos would act like intelligent human beings.
Jacob looked at the man, revealing that at the moment, his eyes were completely black. He used psychokinesis to pull the sleaves on his shirt up, revealing the plugs and wires that were prominant on them. "Something of the sort. I'm not a natural human at the very least." ---------------------------------- "I threatened HIM because he threatened YOU. If you don't like that, I can just walk out of here right now and see what happens. I really don't care. Unless you have a good reason for me to protect you, like money, I'll leave. Now, I'm not putting my Taser down without a good reason, so don't try and convince me to." Jordan replied. -------------------------------- Hughug sighed exasperatingly. He turned to the idiot threatening him and spoke. "Well, most sane humans don't threaten me when I look like this. I have a certain ability that allows me to disguise myself. The people that threatened me simply saw me as a helpless human waiting to be mugged. Please, feel free to leave if you want. I couldn't care less. I just recently ate some nice warm meat, and am full." Hughug spoke with a slight grin. ----------------------------------- "Fine," John said to the guy with the Tazer "ILL MAKE YOU!" He yelled in a commanding voice even though he was preaty much shaking in his boots. Concentrating on the Tazer he yanked it out of the mans hands using his powers. He hoped the man would be frightened by his display of his abilities. -------------------------------------- Jordan was surprised when the Taser was yanked out of his hand by an unseen force. Seeing the man holding it in the air, he raised an eyebrow. "Just what I need. A psychic, an alien, and a cyborg. Next time, I'll bring an AK-47, six pounds of C4, and a SMAW thermobaric rocket launcher. Now, would you please give me my Taser back? That was expensive to modify." Turning back to the alien, he retorted, "I really didn't need to hear that. I personally don't care who you kill, except this man looked like a helpless civilian. Since he's not, I could just leave now." ------------------------------------- Jacob watched as one of the men exhibited Psychokinesis. He watched in confusion. However, he did realize that this could escalate and if a fight were to ensue, innocents could be at risk. His enhancement system was still active, for the moment, so he was able to amplify his powers. "Enough. If this were to escalate, there could be more damage than desirable." ---------------------------------------- John had his mouth open in shock when he heard the man list off his weapons he would bring with him next time they met and the other one use similar powers to him. What have I got my self into.......... he thought as he slowly started to back away. ------------------------------------- >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jacob, John, Jordan, Hughug, In The Alley>>>>> The reason Jacob's power spike didn't do anything was because his 'prey' was ordinarily smarter than that. If they were less so, they would attack at all hours of the day without fail and without observation first. He WAS seen by a few things, but they chose not to do anything just yet. Not until it was really dark. So far, luck continues fair. At around the same time, John and Hughug were also observed while they were making their way around, as well as Jordan. And while they were arguing, panicking, laughing, or threatening...several forms had come in for a landing above the alley, and they began to crawl their way down via the walls. Unlike the 'bird', these things were different. Brown leathery reptiles with needle-teeth jaws and webbed hands. The hands contained claws and spikes for thrashing and clinging to surfaces. Each one was about the size of a large human, plus the mass of their wings added. Also, there was a curious thing about their bodies. They seemed...malleable?...like rubber? Yes, that was true, which would make physical strikes less effecting against these creatures. Oh, did we forget to mention that they were cloaked by way of adaptive coloration? Over a dozen nigh-invisible forms? A'whoops... It was just as well, because with all the noise they were making, it was easy to get within striking distance, as four of the Cloakers reached down with muscular arms to try and grab their heads with those spiky hands! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Kranford, Myyah, At The Train Station>>>>> For some reason, the mention of an 'Azura' fellow seems to raise a few heads. Not a common name. Maybe he had some kind of a reputation that should be looked into... Also, some of the passengers from another car of the train appear to be in heavy trench, heavy disguise, and heavy boots as they stomped by uniformally. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Azura, Leo, And Anyone Else At The Hotel>>>>> Believe it or else, several people actually missed seeing Azura walk in after a valet took his car away. They would've also missed the man at the desk address him out loud as "Mr. Azura" and emphatically welcome him to the hotel. He had seen some things...sensed some odd stuff on the way in. It wasn't good. And to add onto things, his iPhone had been silent. Didn't any of them think to get in touch with him back? It couldn't be that hard to trace the source of a message these days. Azura went up to his room, looked out the window, and turned to find a brown leathery creature (Cloaker) attached to his ceiling. Fortunately, the room was dark, and that's when the shadows came into play. They leapt from the darkness and ensnared the beast. Unfortunately, it began to let out shrieks that hurt the fucking ears! So, AFTER he had some shadow-tendrils gag it, it was still trying to writhe free. Geez, what a tenacious bastard... Hope nobody else is dealing with these. Fortunately for Leo, in his room, he did not have a Cloaker waiting for him. Cloakers are flyers and Azura got spotted from the air. That's why he was followed and why the thing was now in his room. Leo appeared under a bridge, not as easily noticed from the air. However, if he happened to look out the window, he would see... Well, it looked like a smallish fog-bank trying to conceal a tri-lobed brain the size of a dog. Tendrils dangle from the bottom, as well as a vertical mouth. It have one eye, green and slitted. Once it saw him before, investigating the frozen body, it locked onto the emissions of his brain and followed. It was obviously intelligent, probably vicious, and maybe just waiting to see what he'd do about it hanging outside his window. --------------------------------------- "Good. Glad to see at least someone respects me." Jordan answered. Still talking, he bent down and retrieved the Taser and held it in his hand. "And this is a specially modified Taser. It can deliver 500,000 volts with a 1.2 amperage at it's highest setting, enough to kill any normal human instantly. Now do you want to mess with me? No? Good." Jordan turned to the alien creature. "I don't care if you kill people, as long as I'm not around. I have jobs of my own to do." he said. Jordan lightly felt something hit the side of his head. He tried to brush it off, but found to his surprise that it was something hard and sharp, almost like a claw. Jordan ducked out of the way and turned around. There was a large, roughly human-sized, hard to see darkened form behind him, reaching out with clawed hands. Jordan pulled out the Taser again. "Okay...now what is THAT?" he asked, backing away. --------------------------------------- "Yes well, 500,000 volts might just knock me-" As Hughug leaned back, he stopped talking as he felt something behind him. He leapt forward and turned around to see what was there. He saw nothing, though he had felt something there a moment ago. Hughug growled under his breath, and reoriented his atomic structuring in his eyes so he could see in night vision. He saw nothing. He then reatomized them to see in infared, and he saw it. A mass of heat that resembled what he had fought in the sky from before. "Well, there goes my escape plan." He turned to the humans. "It seems we have company. Worse, company that you can not see." ---------------------------------------- Jordan switched the Taser on. "I can barely see them when they're in the shadows. They sure as hell don't look friendly." Jordan backed away, closer to the center of the alley. He quietly muttered, "Next time I get a shit job like this, I'm bringing a full arsenal of weapons. Whatever the hell these things are, hopefully they can't withstand explosives." Jordan switched the Taser's power setting to ten, allowing 500,000 volts of pure electricity to run through the wires. Nothing living on Earth in his experience so far could withstand as much power as he was holding in his hand at the moment. --------------------------------------- Kranford was leaving the Train station with this new woman (Myyah, she said). As he called up a taxi, he overheard the mass of heavy footsteps exit the station as well. Turning around, Kranford dropped his duffel bags and backpack between himself and Myyah, and put his hands on his force thrower. he had no clue who the newcomers were, but he was right about one thing: he had been followed by someone. "We've got company, Myyah," he said. "Strangers these days. You never know whether you should be nice to them or blow their heads off. Either way, we need to get rid of the suckers." Kranford took a snapshot of one with his wrist computer before undoing the safety on the force thrower. "Ready when you are, Myyah," he said. ------------------------------------------ Myyah just stood there casually, having her arms crossed, she looked completely friggen unarmed, but then..something about her screamed different. "Hmm. Let us wait and let them make their first move..." Myyah had a trick up her sleave, but she didn't want to attack without a good reason too.
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SNAFU, Page 5 Jacob listened as the others seemed to find something, and it was invisible. He made the glass he was levitating fly up above him. Planning to hit something if it was there. ------------------------------- Jordan raised the Taser and pointed it in the creature's direction. The alien no longer seemed a threat, so he made sure it wasn't near him. The creatures that were stalking them were very, very hard to see. It was possibly some type of cloaking. They only way Jordan could spot them was when they were in the shadows. He had backed into the center of the alley by now. He saw the cyborg person raise glass into the air, and sighed quietly. Now there were two psychics. Jeez, whatever happened to normal humans? ------------------------------- Ava remembered the message by heart. As she always did when she took a job. She memorized the little information she was given, word for word. It was a habit she had taken to quite early on in life. Kearn had never given her an excuse for mistakes. Her one mistake had cost him his life, and Ava could not afford any more mistakes. The woman sighed, and went over the small message again in her head. I don't know about you, but I'm going to America. The worst of it seems to be in there. I'll be making for Illinois. Come if you wish, or go wherever you think is necessary. This is what I'm doing, though, and assistance would be appreciated. The message was from a man named “Azura”. Ava rolled the name off her tongue, testing it out in her heavy Russian accent. It was a strange name to be sure, but Ava did not concern herself with such trivial matters. Only the important information was kept, while the others, stowed in the corners of her mind. While the gears in her mind turned and worked, she strode confidently but silently down the isle and exited the train, her boots making a satisfactory “thump-click” as she went. She stopped outside of the train and took notice of the people in her surrounding, checking and clearing the area. Most civilians looked decent and harmless enough, but there were a few characters that didn’t sit quite right with Ava. One, she was especially watchful of, was a tall man with a muscular build underneath his fleece jacket. The black haired man carried duffels---which wasn’t unusual--- and had an air of authority about him. Definitely not one of the norm. Ava was trained to inspect people around her and evaluate whether they looked like a threat or not. This man did not exactly look like a threat, but he did not look like the usual average male either. Ava sidestepped away from the train, carrying her own pack with her supplies in them. Looking around some more, she noticed a woman standing next to the watched man who seemed to fit with him. Like they were equally used to authority and commandment. She had black hair, much like Ava’s own, except instead of the dark blue eyes that Ava had, the woman’s eyes were a violet color. Her eyes alone stood out in the crowd, commanding to be noticed and it actually made Ava do a double take. The mysterious woman wore a coat that fit with her outward appearance and steel-towed boots. The woman knows how to look frightening, doesn’t she… Ava thought. The two that Ava watched, spoke to each other in a quiet but formal way. Not formal as in tux formal, but formal as if they hadn’t known each other for long. Perhaps travel companions. Just as Ava thought this through, the man whirled around, dropped his duffels and all in all, looked a little jittery about their new company. The assassin inspected the woman to see her reaction, but was somewhat surprised to see she stood unmoved. She had her arms crossed in a look slightly resembling the “Is that all?” look. Ava was too far away to hear what she said to the man, but she intended to fix that. She quietly sneaked around obstacles until she stood close enough to them to hear their conversation. She stood behind them with their backs to her. Her shades hid her eyes and made her look less conspicuous when looking at them. That way, nobody knew if she was looking at them or inspecting some other such object or person. Ava waited to see what would happen next. ----------------------------------------- - Quote:
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However, if he happened to look out the window, he would see... Well, it looked like a smallish fog-bank trying to conceal a tri-lobed brain the size of a dog. Tendrils dangle from the bottom, as well as a vertical mouth. It have one eye, green and slitted. Once it saw him before, investigating the frozen body, it locked onto the emissions of his brain and followed. It was obviously intelligent, probably vicious, and maybe just waiting to see what he'd do about it hanging outside his window.
Leo entered his room, the hotel wasn't as good as he imagined he would get. "Five star my ass, this is four at best," he said to himself. The bellhop thought it strange that Leo would be carrying no suitcase never mind a duffel bag or atleast a briefcase. Confident that no one would disturb him, Leo opened a rip right over his bed, some shotgun shells fell out. He snatched them up and inserted them into a standard machine gun ammo clip, emptying out the bullets into the rip. He shook his light jacket, the Reflex Shotgun hit the bed and bounced a couple centimeters. Leo grabbed it and extended the weapon, as his makeshift ammo clip snapped into place with a familiar sound he moved toward the window with it under his shoulders. Opening the curtains he saw the mental monstrosity floating within full view. Jumping back aghast Leo pulled up the shotgun and rebounded to his former position at the window. As he sunk 3 consecutive shots into the monster he thought, "Well this trip is off to a good start." ------------------------------------ Jordan stood in the middle of the alleyway next to the other three. The creature in front of him crept closer. Jordan leveled the Taser at it, hoping that it was friendly. After seeing the state of the city, however, he highly doubted that. After all, it did try to grab his head. Becoming more and more convinced by the minute that it was hostile, Jordan knelt down and aimed at the creature. ----------------------------------- There were many forces at work in this one little town. As it happened, it was like a fucking warzone in the sealed off area. However, that did not mean that it was safe on the outside either. If the humans watching the monstrous things fighting each other had been paying much attention to their surroundings, they would've noticed the man in the old ratty trenchcoat, the one whose chest area was covered in blood. In fact, it sauntered right up to one of the distracted troops and spoke to him. "What is the status of the danger zone, private?" "Still a madhouse in there. Seems like the bastards are fighting all hours of the day. We're lucky not too many of 'em have charged the walls. Thought for sure that minotaur would lead an attack..." "I am NOT so nearly limited, mortal." "Wha...?" He turned around, rifle pointed, but it was too late. The dead man's chest ripped open as an arm, dark and muscular and unmistakably belonging to the minotaur in question reached out and grabbed the soldier by his head! "Awaken..." A hellish light played over the private's body as it suddenly burst apart and a hideous thing grew in its place. Tall, spindly, with claws and tendrils and more than one head. More to the point, it was a loyal creation, channeling the dark souls of hell into a human body. The minotaur's arm drew back into the walking corpse, and then a reddish eye appeared in the gap. "Go. Awaken more to the cause. Bend them to my will and grow strong on their fertile souls." The dead man and the demon stalked away in two different directions, compromising the security of the walled-in danger zone. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Kranford, Myyah, Ava, at the station>>>>> Those men in uniform trench were completely covered, all the same height and build. More to the point, their footsteps had been in unison, coordinated to move as though working under one mind. So, either they were the best-of-the-best-of-the-best (SIR!), or there was something unnatural about them. It was when they stopped moving, suddenly, that they broke this simultaneous action. They began to look around, meticulously, as though scanning. They saw everything around them, noticing that they may or may not be being looked at. One spoke to the others. "We may be drawing attention. We must leave this place, double-time." If anyone was close enough to hear this, it sounded like a low mechanical droning voice. Suddenly, the trenchcoat-wearers turned and made for the exit in a simultaneous run. Whatever it is they were up to, they did not wish to be caught here, and certainly not followed. Ironically, this would draw MORE attention to themselves, though the regular ordinary crowd only found it curious. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jacob, John, Jordan, Hughug, In The Alley>>>>> The Cloakers who had made a grab for people's heads didn't exactly grab purchase, though they came close. Their targets moved, or the sizzle of the tazer forced them to flinch away, but the most effective thing that DID get their attention was the glass. They got it in the face. Not damaging, but suddenly everyone in the alley could actually SEE the dozen brown-scaled creatures clinging to the walls above them. Several of them were cleaning glass out of their faces. Maybe one or two actually got glass in the eye. The ones going after Jordan were lashing out, trying to reach past the tazer device as it sizzled. They were agile creatures, and very flexible, almost as though somewhat rubbery. However, as soon as one of them actually got hit with the tazer, it hit the ground convulsing until the smoke rose from its blackened body. Well, it was 500K volts, wasn't it? Kill a rhino with that. Some of the others let out an incredibly loud shriek as they dropped down to attack, trying to clobber them all! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Leo, Azura, at the hotel>>>>> The floating brain thing lurched after every shot, but remained afloat. The shotgun shells had force, but it didn't look like it did much damage. Something had glowed around its body with every shot. The brain-thing must protect itself with some sort of low-level energy field. Couldn't be that strong for the way it was flung back, though. However, letting off a strange echoing grunt, the whole creature vibrated and fired what looked like an icy beam of cold energy through the now-broken window, straight at Leo! Meanwhile, upstairs, Azura had put in an effort to his his shadows to crush the Cloaker's body, though it was proving to be a bit difficult with the way it was flailing around. Fortunately, he had done it a few moment later, and was not the proud owner of a dead corpse. Not long after that, though, he heard gunshots. "What? It's not zombie time already, is it?" He looked out his hotel window until he found a brain floating below and...two rooms over from where he was staying. Trouble is, the setting sun was against this side of the building. He had little chance of making external shadows out there. Azura left his room and headed for the elevator. Maybe if he got to it head-on... ------------------------------------------- Myyah noted that they were heading AWAY from them now, and myyah casually began following them, as her own armor made a strange..humming noise, while she headed ot them, what was she doing?...it sounded like some sort of weapon was..charging..Myyah also motions for Kranford to follow, and somehow motions for Ava to follow as well, even tho she doesn't know who Ava is, or does she? This woman is...very mysterious. ------------------------------------------- Jordan stared as the glass brought the creatures into full view. He swore quietly and fired the Taser as they started attacking. He hit two instantly, then backed away and stared at the creature's blackened, smoking bodies. He was very glad now that he had gotten the Taser modified. He said to the others, "What the hell are these things?" He checked the Taser for damage- one of the creature had hit it as it was lunging at him. It was intact, luckily. ------------------------------------------- Kranford looked rather curiously at the lockstep-marching trenchcoat mafia as they marched down the street. "I'd say follow the bastards, but I'm in no real position to do that. I still need to drop this stuff off." Kranford took another X-ray snapshot of the lockstep goons as they marched off. Deciding that he needed one of them to figure out what was going on, he pulled a grapple launcher out of one of his duffel bags, attached it, and shot it at the closest marcher, aiming for his shoulder. If he hit, the grapple would lodge into the unfortunate sod and drag him to Kranford. -------------------------------------------- Ava was about to move in closer as the men ran with a mechanical sound. They wore an unusual uniform and seemed to work all together quite well. Too well for Ava's taste. What have we got here... Something different no doubt. The one woman with the unusual eyes seemed to draw attention to herself by motioning. The woman had moved forward and was heading towards them, but the tall muscular man stopped and pulled some sort of launcher out of his duffel, and fired. Ava sidestepped in cautiousness, and moved over towards them. She decided sneaking around with these guys wouldn't work. She needed a different approach. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked the man, her accent quite strong with the w's pronounced as v's. ---------------------------------------------- Hughug observed the strange creatures dilligently, until the human with the tazer shocked one. When that happened, the others let out shrieks of terror, and some lunged at the human. Hughug growled under his breath, and redied his claws. He spoke to the tazer weilding human. "Human, I am starting to become annoyed with your behavior slightly." Hughug then jumped up, and toward the wall the creatures were clinging onto. 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The floating brain thing lurched after every shot, but remained afloat. The shotgun shells had force, but it didn't look like it did much damage. Something had glowed around its body with every shot. The brain-thing must protect itself with some sort of low-level energy field. Couldn't be that strong for the way it was flung back, though. However, letting off a strange echoing grunt, the whole creature vibrated and fired what looked like an icy beam of cold energy through the now-broken window, straight at Leo!
The shells glanced off the brain beast with little effect. As Leo readied to shoot again the monster began to grunt and vibrate as a beam of what looked like ice began to come right at him. In a split second move he closed his eyes and waved both hands in front of him, when he opened them he could no longer see the window but only the rift he had opened. The other end hung above the monster and the frozen blast sped downwards toward it. -------------------------------------------- Joseph heard the alien's comment. "Would you rather we stand here and get killed, or do you want me to kill them? It's self-defense. They attacked me, I retaliated. What's so annoying about it?" he retorted. --------------------------------------------- Jacob was pleased to see that he had created results, and now he knew where the creatures were. Jacob held his arms out in front of him, and the two braclets on his arms expanded into his main guns. He looked for the nearest creature and aimed at it. His two cannons charged, and then he fired the blast directly at the beast. Part one of Two. (OOC Don't worry, Part Two will have him run into you guys.) The car jerked slightly, as it stopped. Eric opened the door, stepping out. An eerie fog covered the city; the taller structures extending high into the fog, their tops not visible. Eric glanced around, taking the scenery. After locking the car, he tapped the ends of his shoes on the ground, before starting off to the Hotel. - - - - The bed bounced as the bag landed on it. Eric sighed, laying down on the cheap comforter. He rubbed his temple, unwilling to get up. The boy reached into his bag, feeling for a book. Recognizing the feel of it's cover, he pulled it out. Dr. Illuminatis... A fictional story on alchemy, first one of the series. Eric had read the book at least thirty times, half of which was upside down. He scanned through it, pausing on a page. He scanned through it, before snapping it shut. He stroked the black covering, then set it down on the bed. Eric grunted, pulling himself up. He dug around in his bag some more, pulling out papers, books, posters, food, money, and at the bottom, his laptop. He turned it on, and plugged the Wi-Fi adapter into the side. Using the Hotel's internet, he opened up a news site. He opened up the Archives, pulling up a video. A reporter, male, about Five feet, eight inches. Bald. "... appear to have bites on their necks. The victim's behavior is normal, and doctors have not found anything unusual. The victims claim the attackers resembled Vampires, and there were about three of them. One victim claims, quote, "They were fast. Could hardly see them. Soon as we saw them, they were behind us. After that, we woke up a few hours later, with bites on our necks." Eric closed the video. It wasn't much, but, it was a start. There were vampires, and there may, or may not, have the girl with them. - - - - The door clanged shut loudly behind Eric. He grimaced, as it did. After the sound faded away, he relaxed. No movement, so likely, nothing was here. Eric straightened himself, before taking a confident step forward. He flinched, looking around again. Nothing. Eric entered the large building, that he supposed the Vampires were in. According to the victims, they had been attacked in this area. This building seemed most likely for them to live in, since it was the most run down, and according to its blue prints, has a large basement connecting to the city's sewer. - - - - The lights were completely off. Nothing moved. Dirt, grime, blood, and other things, covered the hallway. Eric walked confidently down the hall, smelling no blood. An overturned tray lay in the middle of the hall, bits of dust around it. Eric paused, examining the dust. He picked some up with his finger, tasting it. Quickly, he spat it out. It tasted like ash. "Vampire dust." Eric muttered. The dust reflected in his eyes, shifting from the normal gray color, to a incredibly dull red. Without a doubt, Vampires had been living in the building. Eric stood up. They probably weren't home, then, if they still lived here. Eric continued on, leaving the hall way and coming into a large, open room. He squinted his eyes, attempting to see better in the dark. From what he could make it, it seemed to have been a cafeteria of some sort. Overturned tables, plates, and chairs littered the middle of the room. It was box shape, with three hallways connecting to it, and the far wall holding the kitchen. The room sloped downward by four ramps, into the middle, where the tables had sat. In the corners, railings, most of which were now gone, ran along the parts without the ramps. Eric went through the hallway to his right, blinking his eyes, and holding them wide. A large black hole opened to his right, most likely stairs. A cold wind blew up from it, sending shivers through Eric's spine. Or... they could be in the basement. Eric thought. His footsteps rang out as he hopped down the stairs, the railing gliding through his hands. At the bottom, now utterly dark, even to Eric's eyes, the feel of the room suggested it was a large, open hall with a high ceiling. The cold air seemed to pull at Eric, wrapping him in it, directing him towards the Vampire's lair. He recognized the air. It was the cold of a vampire, of its hunger for blood, and its damnation.
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SNAFU, Page 6 Part Two of Two The tiled floor vanished. Dirt, and broken stone, took its place. The walls appeared to shrink, coming in closer. Eventually, Eric could sense that they were only a few inches to either side. The warm smell of blood filled Eric's senses, though it was not appetizing. The vampires, or vampire, were indeed still in the building. Eric paused, crouching down. Vampires lacked the ability to tell the difference in vampire blood, and therefore, cannot smell multiple vampires. This would envelope Eric in secrecy, at least until he made his presence known. Assuming, there was more then one vampire. Voices could be heard, faintly at first. They grew, allowing Eric to piece together the words and genders a little easier. Two male, one female. For a moment, his heart skipped. He could have just found her; or, not. His eyes narrowed, and he bent lower. A faint light suddenly cut through the darkness, illuminating the dirt. The walls were also dirt; cut by shovels and tools. Wooden polls were stuck up at random points along the walls, attempting to hold the tunnel up. It was a good thing, that Eric had crouched down. The tunnel had been getting steadily smaller, eventually reaching just above Eric's head. The diggers had probably been getting impatient. Eric saw, and felt, concrete under his feet again. The tunnel had ended, allowing him to stand. He stood in a large room, about fifty feet in length, and width. He was on along the walls, on an raise that ran along the far wall, and Eric's wall. A pool of a greenish color filled the middle of the room, with two streams coming out from either side, and continuing, or running from, two holes in the walls. It was the sewer system. Indeed, the horrid stench of human waste flooded Eric's nose. He cluchted his throat, nearly gagging. After about twenty minutes, Eric could breath normally, and was use to the stench. The voices trailed through the air, still somewhat dim. Eric went to the edge of the rise, looking down. It was about a ten foot drop, from the top to the ground floor. Eric dropped, easily, gliding about fifteen feet to a hole in the wall. The stream went through it, and the voices came from it. A small, concrete poured path ran along the side of the stream, allowing access to other parts of the sewer. The whole was round, made of concrete, probably reinforced. Eric had to crouch, slightly, while he went along the path. As the stream made a turn, the voices blasted into Eric's ears, suddenly loud and clear. From what he could make out, they said the following. "...humans! We can't just run about, sucking the blood of the vermin! Now, we're all over the news!" a deep male voice bellowed. "It wasn't my idea. Garn suggested it, and he was the first to strike." A female snapped back. "Hey, they were just standing there! We were all hungry, especially you, Snook! You had been begging for any blood, a moment before I found them." a younger male said, casually. The group continued bickering, although their names were clear to Eric. Garn, the younger male. Snook, the older male. And Nira, the female. Nira didn't seem to be overly fond of either, and Garn seemed to consider the whole event a prank. Apparently, they had fought about it before. They seem to even worse then children. Eric thought with disgust. - - - - The three came into view, huddled around a fire. The older male voice belonged to a large man, with what seemed to be a small cape attached to a long light brown fifties jacket. Who Eric guessed was Garn, was wearing a long black jacket, with brown cargo pants. Nira had on a short skirt, a jacket, and probably a T-shirt underneath. They all wore skater shoes, their size varying from each vampire. Eric considered whether or not to show himself. They would most likely be hostile, but seemed hungry and tired. If it came down to a fight, Eric would likely win, especially since he was armed with a vampire blade, and they had only their teeth. However, Eric would try his best to avoid a violent conflict. After a little while of considering it, he could see no way of doing anything, other then revealing himself. The fire was set in an opening in the tunnel, with a pile of broken boxes and wood down the middle of the gap. It seemed to divide their nest from the cots they had for beds, and the fire with their loot tossed around it. After a deep breath, Eric stepped out of the tunnel, and into the fire light. The three stood there, stunned, for a moment. "Who the-" Garn started. With a bellow, Snook lunged across the fire with vampire's speed, at Eric. Eric merely side stepped him, watching as he landed in the sewer's stream. It wasn't deep, only two feet. The water sucked in half of Snook's large body, while the other half stuck out of the water. He laid still, most likely stunned. Then he began kicking, and sat up. He glared at Eric, before pulling out a pistol, hidden in his jacket. Eric's eyes flinched, then relaxed. Being a vampire, he would half to shoot through Eric's heart to die. Snook aimed for his head, then fired. Eric crouched, as soon as he saw Snook's finger twitch. The smaller vampire whipped out his knife, in the pouch on his left pant leg. He pushed with his legs, colliding with Snook's body, and knocking the gun out of his hands. The knife was to this throat it moments, but then moved down towards his heart. The knife stood, balanced between Snook's body, and Eric's hand. Snook's stupid face just blinked at the knife, then he relaxed his hands. "I do not mean harm. I am looking for a specific vampire, one I owe a lot to." Eric glanced over at Nira. "A female, who I owe my life to, and her to me." Nira had her hands in front of her, as if to protect herself. Garn, who had a piece of wood he had been chewing on, jumped up. The wood fell out, bouncing on the ground. He stood protectively in front of Nira. "She ain't it. Been with me and Snook there for past three hundred years, watched her get bit mahself." Eric's eyes relaxed, though appeared saddened. "I see. Well, then, I apologize to interrupt you. My friend should be at least six hundred years old, and she obviously is not that old." Eric placed the knife back in its holder, then used Snook's stomach to jump back to the Vampire's nest. Eric turned, then went back the way he came. Snook stared after him for a moment, the foul smelling water washing over him. "Wait a second! Do yer think you can just hop down he, knock me over, and scamper off? You get back here!" he rolled himself back up, hobbling after Eric in the water. Eric doubted he would even fit on the path. Eric looked back at Snook, but shook his head. "No one will know of your lair, as long as you do not feed on Humans." Snook stopped, giving Eric a stupid, confused look. Eric continued walking, vanishing around the bend in the tunnel. - - - - Eric sighed, closing the gate behind him. He was able to meet three vampires, but none of them had been the correct one. With a sigh, he left the rusty gate, the building, and the vampires, behind. Disappointed, he put his hood on, lowered his head, put his hands in his pockets, and began walking around the city. - - - - The fog rolled through the streets, blocking the sun out partially. The street was empty, with no one in sight, or smell. Eric paused, looking up. Nothing could be seen, and the tops of the buildings barley visible. As Eric rounded another corner, voices and the smell of blood suddenly came into his senses. He paused, listening, and sniffing, attempting to tell their location. He walked about thirty meters, then turned left into an ally. He walked about ten feet, then turned into another ally. There, stood several figures, the source of the blood, and the sound. Eric said nothing, but stood at the intersection of four ally ways, staring at the small group. ----------------------------------- Jordan glanced at the others. The alien was now halfway up the wall, slashing at the creatures with his right hand's claws, the psychic was standing there doing nothing, and the cyborg was firing some type of energy cannons at them. Jordan saw another person out of the corner of his eye. It appeared to be a male teenager, looking about 16 years old. Jordan stared at the boy for a few moments, but was distracted when one of the attacking creatures scraped his arm, drawing blood. Jordan noted that the wound was bleeding profusely, then fired the Taser a second time, hitting the creature dead in the center of it's chest. The creature convulsed and twitched violently, falling to the ground. The battle seemed to go into a lull for a few moments, in which Jordan examined the cut on his arm. It didn't seem very deep, but it was still bleeding. Jordan made a mental note to look at it later. ------------------------------------ What the hell are these things? John thought as he stumbled and fell backwards from the sght of the creatures appearing. He had never seen such creatures before in his life. As he looked around he saw the weirdos and freaks around him get on the defensive and attack the creatures. As the creatures drew closer and closer John made up his mind on what to do next. Reaching into his coat he grabbed his M1911 and aimed for one of the creatures. He then closed his eyes, pulled the trigger and hoped for the best. ------------------------------------- (OOC) For those who have never encountered my Rp style, all my thoughts are both italicised and in quotations. (IC) " Glass is beautiful. So pristine, so pure. That is, until it hits your face..." Jericho was tumbling down the side of one of Chicago's many skyscrapers, locked in a furball with his brother, the dark side of him. Why he was at this point was due to the fact that he had gotten a letter froma a man called Azura, who had beconed him to come and help him with something. Due to th high concentration of paranormal activity, Gemini assumed that there would be others. His dark side lashed at him, trying to force him into the building. He dodged the move and looked down. They were coming closer to the ground.He had gone to this skyscraper, the one he worked in, to think. He had done this many times before, and this was one hell of a conflict within his brain. The dark side felt it would be best to ursurp the others, use them to his advantage, and the only thing keeping him from doing that was his light side. Using two fingers he jammed his brother's eyes. The dark side screeched in pain as he got another rain check. Even closer, Gemini could make out cars and people, even a few gouhls here and there. A hotdog cart at the corner was selling it's wares...Therefore, this conflict led to him splitting, and physical brutality. Both had lost their IDWs and, in his light side, he had lost his sword. To avoid a rather devestaing charge, he moved out of the way and let the dark side fall off the edge, but he used is grappeling gun to catch his light side, and now both were in a strange twirl, trying to make contact with each other, smashing the glass and causing quite a show. All over someone he doesn't know. Both of them had drawn their bats, and were at the point of shoving away from each other. Gemini had to see how close they were to terra firma, the news wasn't good. Now they were really close, at the point of fatal. He needed to fire his own grappeling gun soon.
Jericho positioned himself on top of his darker self, and fire the grappeling gun. The pull as the cord went taught pratically pulled his arm out of his socket. A look towards each other was mutually understood: The fight is over, this is not worth arguing about. Let's see what it is....After an hour looking for all his things and avoiding speculators, Jericho made it back to his apartment. He sat on the bed, looked in the mirror, and sighed. "How do I live with myself?" " Because I want to live." --------------------------------------- IC>>>>> "Oooh... The big one's making his move. Classic..." The dark room was illuminated only be a set of televisions of questionable function. For the record, they didn't actually work. None of them were actually connected to anything. Not plugs nor batteries or any alternative power source that could be seen. Just a dozen screens stacked up on the walls haphazardly and glowing in the room as though possessed. In truth, that was the case. The small principal office managed to hold those, the desk, the big chair, and the filing cabinets somehow...leaving little room to get around. Still, as the otherworldly couch potato saw...the big guy was indeed doing his thing. Outside of their little sealed-off playground, he was rallying more troops. "Thinking outside the Thunderdome... I like his style." Only some of the screens reported events inside the sealed off area, where he was. Some of them were of recent external events. There were new pawns on the board. Well, okay, checker pieces. He hated chess. Stupid intellectual boobs. He hated smarty-pants people so much...it was any wonder he chose an abandoned school as his base, well within the danger zone. Still, though... If bid daddy goat-leg was breaching the walls, they could extend the playground even further. Oh, that would be fun... Still, these school-analogies were pissing him off. "Let's see how the Cloakers are doing..." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> J,J,J,H, and...Eric, in Cloaker Combat>>>>> Physical combat with the creatures didn't seem to be doing much too them. Their flexible rubbery bodies minimalized damage and Hughug's claws weren't even cutting! Damage seemed to be concussive only, not deadly. Their attacks were a bit chaotic, not especially coordinated. Basically, they were smart predators and that's about it. Fortunately, Jacob's sudden actions had levied some real results, something to confirm with the creatures killed by the uber-tazer. Jacob's laser weapons targeted the nearest Cloaker and blasted it. The creature was torn into and burnt by the weapon's energy, thus giving them another smoldering corpse. Some of the others backed away, but then three of them lunged at Jacob himself, trying to overcome him. He'd found their basic weakness. Their bodies were weaker towards energetic attacks. John's high-end sniper rifle appeared to have the proper penetration as well, blasting through one's stomach. Nine of them still alive, four of them went to lash out at the rest, shrieking loudly as to wound the senses, while the last two, in sniffing the air, had immediately caught whiff of Eric nearby. Seeing him, they spread wings and leapt for him, claws first! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Myaa, Krandford, Ava, at the station, Mac>>>>> The trio of uniform-moving guys heard Myyah's weapon-charging. However, since she didn't actually fire, they didn't take any action other than trying to leave. They were just at the doors when Kranford launched his grapple launcher at the suspicious guys. And what luck! He had a clear shot on the last one! *Clink!* "Huh? What was that noise?" There didn't appear to be any pain-reaction from this, and the reason behind that was to be found in Kranford's x-ray pictures. The results of which revealed a metal superstructure. He was reeling in a metal man in disguise! "Units One and Two, I have a problem." The third guy was back-peddling due to Kranford's grappler-reel. Since the launcher was tested to holed and pull up a full grown man, it could force a heavy metallic being off balance. In which case, the natural recourse to regain balance was to walk backwards. The others stopped once, and spoke. "Unit Three, vibro-blade and retreat. This confrontation is not in the mission directive." They ran off again, heading out the doors. The third one was about halfway to Kranford when it whipped out a long silvery blade-device from its pocket, switched it one - apparently - and cut through the wire. Afterwhich, it followed its comrades to the door. That wire...was suppose to be very VERY strong. Vibro-blade... A blade that vibrates between molecules to cut through things? Wicked... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Leo, Azura, Brain-thing>>>>> The brain-creature's energy beam entered the rift and came out the other end without fail. It only noticed that the beam was now heading towards it at the last second and was hit by the full blast. Thus sealed in thick ice, it plummeted to the ground. And that was when the door behind him was kicked open by a black-haired man in a white suit! "Did I miss anything?" *Sploit!* The sound of the brain hitting the pavement below immediately drew Azura inside the room to look down at the ground many floors below. All he saw was ice and crushed brains. "Ewww..." Someone was going to have to clean that up, and it wouldn't be him. Of course, right now there was an unidentified hitman standing in another people's (Namely Leo's) room. That looked rather suspicious, did it not? Azura hadn't even looked back in his direction yet even... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gemini, Alone in his room>>>>> "Mind-troubles, humi-form?" Gemini would suddenly hear a voice that was out-loud, frigid, and echoing strangely. It had an oppressive omniscient quality, as though he were being observed, possibly from afar. Someone or...something...had taken notice of his little spectacle and was speaking to him via a projected voice. How this was done was not known precisely, but a psychic mind and the power of the supernatural would be topping the list under the 'means' category. "Tell what bothers the mind, twosome-kind. Tell Shizzerak...ALL." It was trying to get him to talk. No persuasion beyond words yet, but this sounded like the sort of being that did not like to be denied. No doubt, threats would follow next. Still, whatever Gemini wanted to do with this antagonizing voice was really up to him. ----------------------------------- Jordan watched with admiration as the cyborg's energy weapons burnt the creatures. Three of the creatures went after the cyborg, four went after the rest of the group, and two more went streaking down the alley towards the boy nearby. Jordan targeted the ones aiming for the main group and fired, hitting one with the Taser's charge. The psychic hit one with a pistol, and the last two of the creatures leaped past Jordan, forcing him to turn around to aim at them again. ----------------------------------- Kranford watched with annoyance as the robotic trench coat goon sliced through his grapple wire. Kranford left the duffel bags with Myyah, charged his force gauntlet, and proceeded to run down the mark. Kranford was fast, easily capable of running down someone while wearing a full pack of equipment, this guy presented no problem at all. As he neared the number 3 man, he prepared to bash the figure from behind with his fist. The gauntlet hummed as the force field came online. When he reached the target, he attempted to slam his gauntlet into the thing's upper back, hopefully sending it into the pavement. -------------------------------------- Jacob caught all 3 of the creatures lunging at him with telekinetic energy, and held them up in the air. He then aimed his cannons at them once more. He harnessed the last of the energy left in his suit and redirected it to his cannons. They charged and then fired at the 3 of them. After the shot, Jacob's suit powered down, and his cannons retracted. Removing him temporarily of access to his enhancements. He still had some telekinetic powers, as well as his weapons. He took out his sniper weapon system to protect himself. -------------------------------------- Johns head was aching as the creatures shierked. Steadying his gun on his arm he took aim on the creatures closest to him and opened fire. All the fear he had felt from before was gone as adrenaline rushed to his brain and muscles, steadying his hands and clearing his mind, allowing him to focus on making sure not a single bullet was wasted. -------------------------------------- "Mind troubles, humi-form?" A loud, cold, raspy voice called to him. " What? But, how?" "Tell what bothers the mind, twosome-kind. Tell Shizzerak...ALL."He was not ready for this. He had meant to lick his wounds, recover. Aparently not. Gemini gabbed his sword and split it into two, holding one in each of his hands, stood up, and scanned through the walls. He saw nothing, this was definately someone (or something) that wasn't the norm. " Then again, what was the norm now?" Trying to be bold, Jericho cooed, "Well Shizzy, tell me where you are, and what you're doing, and I may speak... ...AND THEN RIP YOU EXTREMITIES OUT, ONE BY ONE!!!!!!!!!!" He cupped his mouth, he had not meant to say that. The bulls would be coming..... -------------------------------------- Hughug growled when he saw his blows were having little effect. He noticed that the humans weapons seemed very effective at the enemy. The humans weapon that emited electricity seemed to charbroil the creatures. As the rubbery creatures flew off toward the humans, Hughug lept toward Jacob's position. As he shocked another creature, Hughug turned his right hand into a fist and concentrated. With an almost blinding yellow light, his fist was turned into a squarish hammer the size of almost 2 human heads, with the density of iron ore. He literally flew at the two creatures that went behind Jordan, his new hammer hand poised to swing at creatures head from above. Hughugs logic behind this was that, between his hammer and the alleyway's ground, the creature should be crushed. Hughug was within a short distance of one of the creatures when he swung down his hammer hand at one of the creatures skulls. If that didn't work, he might have to bite their heads off, a task Hughug would loathe. ----------------------------------------- Myyah did not like having to stay behind with duffle bags, oh no, so instead, she actually pointed her arms towards the door, and attempted to force them turn around and fight, by first, grabbing her trenchcoat and throwing it off, revealing high powered body armor, then she held up her hand as this huge Reflex gatlinggun manifested, and she aimed it twoards them, opening fire, with a huge amount of golden energy blasts. She did not even let up for a second, but did keep the firing contained so that none of it hit Kranford. --------------------------------------------- Ava pulled out her electrolaser and nimbly ran towards the men. But Ava was not going to approach the men here. Especially not under heavy fire from the woman. No, she was going to try and cut them off. If they were going through this door, they had to emerge somewhere. She intended to be where it was that they emerged and catch at least one of them off guard. She quickly ran around the building and worked her way through small groups of people. Her footsteps echoed in her black boots and she held her gun at the ready, waiting for any sign of the mechanic sounding men. She did not know what they were or who, but she wanted to find out. -------------------------------------------- There was no response from Shizzerak, which surprised Gemini. Normally people took an offence to his dark sides threats and remarks. He felt it was best to put the voice behind him, but what it said had a binding feeling towards him. "Humi-form.....twosome-kind...." He sighed, curled up, and fell asleep. It was about two hours later that he was awoken by fighting from just down the street. Not quite walking distance for an average human, but not that of needing transportation. This was something he felt he should look at, while it was natural that chaos ran amuk in Chicago, this seemed bigger. He equipped himself, then slipped out the window, held only by th psychic force that suspended him in the air. Smoothly he progressed to see a bunch of elasticky things combat a whole bunch of people. Those people were not having much luck against the rubber beings, but an electric lazer seemed to work. "That's conventient..." With his IDW he lined one up, fired, and watched the thing disintegrate. Nonetheless, he felt he would run into Shizzerak again... -------------------------------------- - Quote:
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The brain-creature's energy beam entered the rift and came out the other end without fail. It only noticed that the beam was now heading towards it at the last second and was hit by the full blast. Thus sealed in thick ice, it plummeted to the ground. And that was when the door behind him was kicked open by a black-haired man in a white suit!
"Did I miss anything?"
*Sploit!*
The sound of the brain hitting the pavement below immediately drew Azura inside the room to look down at the ground many floors below. All he saw was ice and crushed brains.
"Ewww..."
Someone was going to have to clean that up, and it wouldn't be him. Of course, right now there was an unidentified hitman standing in another people's (Namely Leo's) room. That looked rather suspicious, did it not? Azura hadn't even looked back in his direction yet even...
Leo let his breathing slow down as his quick thinking came to fruition and the monstrosity out his window fell to the ground, frozen from it's own attack. As he held his shotgun vertically in his hands a stranger kicked the door open and ran to the window, unaware of his presence. "Ewww..."The man said staring at the excrement-like blob several stories below. Leo held his shotgun up to the man's head, "Who are you and why are you in here," he said, finger on the trigger watching his every movement.
That's 1/4 of the shit. I'll do more towards it later. There are a lot of posts to cover.
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SNAFU, Page 7
Jordan turned around to aim at the rest of the creatures. There were only two left. He managed to get a bead on them, but suddenly out of nowhere an energy-type beam came in and hit another of the creatures. There was only one left that was attacking the main group. Jordan fired at it, at the same time the alien tried to smash it with a large hammer. A quick glance revealed it was not a hammer, but actually part of the alien's body! The Taser's wires missed the alien's hand by an inch, but unfortunately it also missed the attacking creature. Jordan quickly looked at where the beam had come from. There was a man, hovering in the air. Jordan sighed heavily and turned the other way, towards the boy he saw earlier. Was there anyone normal in Chicago? Two more of the creatures were also attacking the boy. Jordan fired and missed again. Apparently the cut on his arm was messing up his aim. ----------------------------------- Hughug almost crushed the creature with his hammer, but he was interrupted by a tazer shock. A shock from the human's tazer missed Hughug by inches, and allowed the creature to dodge his hammer blow. His hand-hammer made a solid 2 inch dent in the alleyway concrete. Hughug swore in an alien language, and in one fluid motion, brought his hammer-hand to bear on the creatures chest. As it lay shreiking in pain, Hughug lifted his hand again, and brought the hammer to bear on it's skull. As Hughug morphed his hammer back into his real hand, he turned and saw another one of the creatures by Eric. Hughug flew at the creature, and opened his mouth. He turned his mouth horizontally, and bit the creature's head's sides. His teeth went into the creature's head, and that hopefully killed it like it would anything else. --------------------------------------- One down, one here to go. Gemini fired, but the being moved out of the way, it knew his presance now. He felt he should split up. On his left he felt a cold, painfull, sting. It was as if his blood had turned to sludge. On his right though, he felt pleasantly warm, as if he was lying in a hammock on a hot day. He saw his brother move out of his body.
"Burn! BURN! These creatures are a sacrelidge to this earth! They will be the first to go, then everything else will follow!" Gemini's dark side aimed for where he thought the creature would go, he fired and hit the being with horrific accuracy. The rubber thing desintigrated into a thousand buring shreds.
In his light side he saw two things go after a boy. This was not good from his point of view. If he fired, he could kill both the creature and the boy. He had no other choice.... He ran and knocked the person out of the way, now face to face with the creature. Boldly, Gemini shot the being directly through the head, then roled and shot the other creature, bringing it to the ground. Gemini looked around, there were none left. ------------------------------------ IC>>>>>
The perimeter walls belonged to HIM now, though the humans on the outside would not know. How could they? The mist from his associate's spawn was making it very hard to notice anything... Between the mayhem assaulting the world, this minor warfare was allowed to progress unchecked. Soon, he would devour the upstart that dared to challenge them. That little imp would pay dearly for his transgressions...
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He was learning more about the surroundings...at a cost, though. One of the floating spawn had been fooled, dimensionally, a trick by a human person. That was unacceptable. He would have to be found, deluded, and punished in the extreme. But first, there were other concerns to delve into, so many minds to send to his frozen hell... The mist was to become stronger this night, as the hated sun set...in the west.
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His competitors were starting to make some moves. Pity they were thinking too small. Mere torture and possession of territory. These demons were in it only for their own self-glory and amusement. And while amusement in abusement was FUN, there was simply more to it than that. For instance... He watched on the TV screen how those Cloakers had died and felt anger, but for some reason, it passed with a shrug.
"It's not like I don't have more where THAT came from..."
Sipping a soda in the dark, the watcher in the big chair snickered, and then sent a few servants out to play.
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The Alleyway, With Dead Cloakers>>>>>
It took them some time and alot of effort, but eventually, there was like twelve or thirteen stinking monster corpses at their feet, dead Cloakers all. And the funny part was that they didn't have that 'acrid smell of whatever' on them, identifying them as an unnatural thingy. Granted, they smelled horrible, but they weren't demons and they some kind of mutation. Aliens? Well, considering Hughug, maybe. These were animals, though. Creatures with instinct and hunger, driven smart through experience only. Now, the problem was this... They had an assortment of different people in this alley, and some of them weren't human. Jacob was a genetic creation, Eric was a vampire, and Hughug...was Hughug. Could they actually be left to trust each other? Or would another fight break out?
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The Train Station, With Robotic Soldiers>>>>>
Several things happened at once. First, Kranford DID manage to catch up with the third guy. However, hitting him revealed two things. He had a tough superstructure - as exampled by the x-ray photo - and that both he and his equipment was quite heavy. The force-attack through off his balance and sent him to the floor, cracking it. At the same time, Myyah opened fire on the two others. Unfortunately, they knew this was going to happen and dove through the doors, damaging them in the process. They had singed packs from the dive. It was THAT close.
Kranford's guy immediately got up. Since the merc that hit him was in Myyah's line of fire, Myyah couldn't very well shoot HIM either. And when he DID get to his feet? His disguise had come open. The coat had come open and everything covering the head and face was off. Underneath, though, it looked like something rather ominous. Kranford was facing a black-armored humanoid machine with a helmet-and-gasmask face and head. Its eyes were mirrored, reflecting his own face in them. It pulled out a sort of streamlined high-tech rifle weapon, meant for a two-handed grip, though it was doing fine with just one. Judging by the sound of it powering up, it had to be a form of energy gun. Unit 3 spoke in a mechanical monotone to Kranford.
"Hostile organism does not fire through you, therefore you shall accompany me to the door to block the line of fire. Do this or you will be reduced to a slag heap."
Meanwhile, outside... The other two androids had literally leapt outside a good ten feet into the air to land in front of an incoming vehicle, straight from the doorway. One of the them blocked its path while the other went to the driver's side.
"Taxi!"
The door was pulled right off the car and the machine was dragging the driver out. Obviously, it wanted the vehicle to make a speedy get-away. Mission priorities? Seems so.
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"Who are you and why are you in here?"
For some reason, the shotgun didn't cause him to flinch, even as it was an inch away from his head from behind. He turned to the side, looking at his 'captor'. After being ambushed by the Cloaker upstairs, this wasn't exactly so much a threatening situation. Besides, he could do to HIM what he did to IT. Still, Azura did not panic or make any threatening gestures. He just smiled and shook his head.
"I came in here because I saw a brain and wanted to take care of it. We live in a dangerous world, after all. Nice work getting it, by the way."
With a flick of the wrist, he produced a card in his hand. A magic trick? Or just a clever hand at work? You be the judge. He handed the card over to the shotgun-man and it had only this to say on it...
Azura the Ebony Wrath
"By the by, I think they frown on the carrying of firearms in a high-class hotel like this. Would you mind putting it away? The cleaning women don't deserve such a shock."
And if he didn't, he could have it neatly cut in half too. He was just waiting to see if the man had any sense first. ----------------------------------------- Jordan sighed quietly as the final creature was destroyed. He experimentally kicked one of the corpses. It did nothing. Looking around to check for any more creatures, he went over and leaned against the alleyway's wall, putting away his Taser. The alien no longer seemed a threat, so why bother protecting himself? Jordan looked down to examine the cut on his arm. It didn't seem too serious, even though it was still bleeding slightly. The gash was about three inches long. Shrugging it off, Jordan sat down on an empty trash can and observed the others in the alley, who were recovering from the fight. ------------------------------------------ John walked up to one of the creatures and stamped on its head, content it was dead he turned to the various things around him and said "Now that we've dealt with these unexpected guests can I ask all of you one very important question.." he took a quick intake of breath then yelled out "WHO or what THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE?!?" -------------------------------------------- Jordan jerked his head up when the man yelled. He got off the trash can and walked over. "Why do you care?" he asked quietly. ------------------------------------------ Ava finally spotted two of them but to her dismay, she was not fast enough. She stopped to see them force a taxi driver out of his vehicle, then both disappeared inside followed by the taxi speedily racing away. Ava's gun slumped to her side and she muttered "Damn" as they sped away. She turned and started making her way back towards the other two citizens that had been engaged in a fight as she had left. She came upon a disturbing scene. The one man stood facing a robotic machine who was gripping a weapon. The badboy in the machine's arms looked as though it were quite the life of the party. Ava heard humming. The humming that something made when it was charging. No doubt the weapon. As well as the humming, Ava heard the machine speak.
"Hostile organism does not fire through you, therefore you shall accompany me to the door to block the line of fire. Do this or you will be reduced to a slag heap."
The dark haired woman looked at the man and wondered what he would do. He didn't seem the type to give up easily but what could he do? He would be killed instantly if he did not comply. As Ava continued to work her way forward she had pulled her own weapon close and she monitored the situation.
From Ava's position now, she could fire the gun she held at the machine without hitting the man but Ava did not know if her weapon were powerful enough to take out that dirty filth. If it did not, the robot would most likely fire on his hostage and then turn to do her in. As of now, the machine did not see her with her weapon because of the angle she was in. The machine could withstand a lot of damage and abuse. Ava set her weapon to the highest damage setting it would go and aimed. As long as the man stayed back, he would not be harmed.... ---------------------------------------------- "Three reasons." John said when the man asked "Reason number one is obvious." he said pointing at Hughug "Reason number two is that you all have more weaponery then the entire Canadian army (OOC:you have to be canadian to get this joke ) and reason number three is that WE JUST GOT ATTACKED BY A BUNCH OF MONSTERS AND I SURE AS HELL AM NOT GOING TO STICK AROUND IF THOSE THINGS ARE AFTER ONE OF YOU!" John yelled, he sure as hell regreted coming to Chicago now. ----------------------------------------------- "Fine. First of all, I have no idea why he's here," Jordan said, nodding towards the alien. "Second of all, I have this Taser for a reason, and third, as far as I know they are not after me."
"But since you wanted to know, I am Jordan Amberson, a former Navy SEAL. Is that enough of an explanation for you?" ------------------------------------------------ Hughug eyed one of the creatures that was dead. It's head and chest were mostly crushed by Hughug's hand, but the legs were still intact. Hughug was hugry, and decided that it would be better off to eat this creature than to eat one of the humans. Hughug turned his hand into a sharp hatchet-like object, and chopped off one of the creatures legs. He picked it up with his other hand, and started to eat it. As the creature's blood dripped down his chin, Hughug spoke. "As I said before humans, I am Hughug Rhu'kegn Cl-lei, of the Kuxulka, that reside on the planet Buleteni Mu. Is that enough for you, or need I list my ancestors names and my gods names?" --------------------------------------------- "Im John Braun." John replied Wait, why the hell am I talking like this is NORMAL. he thought as he stuck his gun back into his coat. "Ok before I go crazy can I kindly ask why you are all here?" John asked as he remembered the email he recieved These people arnt the associetes mentioned.....nah they cant be....can they? ---------------------------------------------- Jordan stared as the alien morphed part of it's hand into a sharp object. It sliced off a creature's leg, picked it up, and began to rip into it with it's mouth, swallowing large pieces. Jordan turned away to reply to the other man, who was apparently named John. "I got an email. It said to come to Illinois. I was already in the state, but I figured they meant Chicago. In the meantime, the alien identified itself as Hughug. Jordan ignored it, but took note of it's name. "I figured it was either a spam email or some way to contract me, so I took a chance." he answered. ---------------------------------------------- OOC: I'm assuming Kranford's right in front of the guy, with only a few inches between him and the gun. I'm also guessing that the gun in in the right hand. I'm also assuming it has yet to charge fully.
Kranford wasn't about to become anyone's hostage. He jumped away to the bot's offhand side. His neural gauntlet crackled with energy as he ducked past the thing's side and grasped the thing's left arm and discharged several hundred thousand volts of electricity into the thing. The electrical charge surged through the thing, most likely shorting out and obliterating most of its systems, like a computer that's been hit by lightning without a surge protector.
(OOC: Now I'm guessing that I'm no longer between the machine and Myyah. Shoot it!)
Seeing Myyah's hands charge with light, Kranford dodged away from the soon-to-be fried machine. ------------------------------------------------- "Huh e-mail? You mean this e-mail?" John said as he pulled out his Portable and clicked the saved mail button. Pulling up the two strange e-mails he had recieved he held it up so the man, Jordan could see it.
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Jun 27 2009, 07:07 AM
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SNAFU, Page 8 Jordan leaned forward to read the email. He nodded. "Yes. That email. You received the same one?" he replied. ------------------------------- Hughug walked closer toward the two humans and spoke. "I am here because the Balrackens broke the Elders concentration, sending me to this backwards planet you call Earth. I am in this city because people saw me kill and devour a human in the last place I was at." -------------------------------- "Yeah I thought it was spam...." John said but stopped short when he heard that thing say he had killed a human. Reaching into his coat and gripping his gun tightly he said to the creature "Did this human do anything to provoke such a response from you or where you just hungry?" John asked coldly. --------------------------------- Jordan took a step back as the alien took a step closer. Hughug revealed that he had killed and eaten a human, and Jordan noticed the man place a hand inside his jacket. He did the same with his Taser, cautiously removing the safety. --------------------------------- Gemni rejoined himself and eyeballed the last of the creatures, a large hole burned directly through his chest. Meanwhile two of the men and the alien... "Wait, alien? He....no, nevermind....." The three of them were talking, aparently they have all ran into each other for the first time, and were exchanging names and origins. The two men brought up the e-mail he got. "So there are others, well? Should I follow them? -------------------------------------- Hughug realized his hand was still in the shape of an ax, and transformed it. "Of course he provoked me, he tried to rob and shoot me. The fool didn't realize I wasn't a below average human like most." Hughug then smiled and showed his bloody teeth. "I wouldn't have devoured him if I wasn't hungry. If I didn't want to eat I would just claw his throat and drink his warm blood." Hughug retracted his wings onto his back, and sat down on the cold alleyway. It was reminiscent of his planet. ----------------------------------- OOC: Okay, I will..If its not between you two, then ignore my post. Myyah had waited for this very moment, and suddenly aimed her ARMS at the machine, the palms of her power armored hands opened up and fired out two bright golden lances of Reflex Energy, built in reflex cannons, very very nasty. OOC: For those of you who saw robotech or macross, your thinking right, Muahahaha. Poor robot? :D. -------------------------------------- "You arn't thinking of eating us now are you?" John said with a laugh though he meant it as a theart to the alien. -------------------------------------- Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Technically, killing him would be considered acting in self defense. But I highly doubt there's anything about eating people as an alien in the law. Anyway, if you like blood so much, I'm surprised you haven't ripped my arm off already. It was bleeding pretty badly earlier." he said. "But I still have my Taser ready, so I'd highly advise against trying that." ------------------------------------ Hughug's eyes widened at the thought of fresh human blood. He blinked and shook his head. "As much as I would love to enjoy fresh blood of a human, I find this creature's leg to be much more filling." Hughug took a last bite of the creature's leg, chewed the bones, and spit them out. "Bleh, the bones are horrible though, I prefer human bones." Hughug got up, and turned his hand into an ax again. He cut off another of the creature's legs and began to eat. "So, you people seem to be smarter than the average dumbo human. Some of you seem to have powers that would amaze any of your species. Of course, it's nothing compared to my own. How I wish I could get back to my planet." Hughug started daydreaming of his homeworld, and the dark depressing scenery. --------------------------------------- Jordan noted the alien's apparent bloodlust. "If I ever feel depressed enough to cut my wrists, I'll let you have the blood. In the meantime, you're out of luck. And I'm glad to see that body being put to good use. It'll mean less people you have to eat and less people discovering the remains of this fight. And though I have noticed your ability to transform your body, I seem to be the only "normal" person here. " he replied. ------------------------------------- - Quote:
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OOC: Okay, I will..If its not between you two, then ignore my post.
Myyah had waited for this very moment, and suddenly aimed her ARMS at the machine, the palms of her power armored hands opened up and fired out two bright golden lances of Reflex Energy, built in reflex cannons, very very nasty.
OOC: For those of you who saw robotech or macross, your thinking right, Muahahaha. Poor robot? :D.
Daaammmnn... I need to get some of those babies. Ava thought in utter amazement as the woman advanced and used her own weapons on the robot. She checked the area to make sure it was secure and found it to be clear to the best of her knowledge. Alexis went over to her dropped pack, checked it to see that the contents were still there and slung it onto her back. Before doing this, she put her electrolaser weapon away and patted her leather jacket to make sure her pistol was still holstered underneath. Any onlookers displayed one of two emotions. Shock or Awe. Actually, it was more a combination of the two. Ava nimbly walked over to the man and looked at the scene saying, "What do you think that thing was even doing here?..." Although she had tried to conceal her accent at one point, she gave up and her sentence came out more like "Vot do you zink that zing was even doing here?" with the R's rolling fluently off her tongue. (OOC: Assuming the thing didn't do any superman--er--super-robot moves to get out of Myrrah's character's blast.) ----------------------------------------- - Quote:
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For some reason, the shotgun didn't cause him to flinch, even as it was an inch away from his head from behind. He turned to the side, looking at his 'captor'. After being ambushed by the Cloaker upstairs, this wasn't exactly so much a threatening situation. Besides, he could do to HIM what he did to IT. Still, Azura did not panic or make any threatening gestures. He just smiled and shook his head.
"I came in here because I saw a brain and wanted to take care of it. We live in a dangerous world, after all. Nice work getting it, by the way."
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With a flick of the wrist, he produced a card in his hand. A magic trick? Or just a clever hand at work? You be the judge. He handed the card over to the shotgun-man and it had only this to say on it...
Azura the Ebony Wrath
"By the by, I think they frown on the carrying of firearms in a high-class hotel like this. Would you mind putting it away? The cleaning women don't deserve such a shock."
And if he didn't, he could have it neatly cut in half too. He was just waiting to see if the man had any sense first.
Leo looked at the card for a moment, holding it parallel to the man's head so he could watch both. "Azura the Ebony Wrath," he read aloud followed by a pause. "So I finally meet the esteemed Azura who so kindly invited me here," Leo said lowering his shotgun to waist level, "There better be a hell of a reward for this considering the crap I've seen so far," he said motioning to the shards of ice hanging off what was once his room's window. "And I'm sure the cleaning ladies sure as hell have more important things to attend to than to harass me," he said slowly unloading his arsenal from nothingness of the air and casually attaching his two handheld weapons (sidearm and generator) to his belt along with a couple of grenades. ------------------------------------- Everything began to blur, it was becoming dark, black. Gemini's eyes closed and he fell into a drunken slumber. "Twosome-kind twosome-kind twosome-kind twosome-kind twosome-kind twosome-kind. HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!! TRY TO STOP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Twosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kind!" Now his dark side was foggy, yet thrashing around as if in complete pain, other people were colapsing, technological machines were exploding in electrical clouds, and Jericho felt fire and devil's incarnate run through his veins, his blood. " Twosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kindtwosome-kind!!!!!!!!!!!" He woke up, it was still night, he was still in his alley, still a whole. He gathered his things and ran towards the group, still there and readying their sidearms. "Hi! I'm joining! I got that e-mail too! Ladielalalalala there is nothing wrong with me! NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!" ------------------------------------- The people were gone. Eric had left them, as the strange shapes fought with them. He had walked a short distance, into another ally across the street. - - - - Eric sat, his legs in front of him. His eyes wide, clutching at his head. Mouth agape, small sounds emitted from it, sounding as though he was choking. His eye was a purple tint, glowing in the fog. His hood was off, his hair being ruffled by his grasping hands. Voice seemed to be emitting from the very walls, to Eric. Tormenters, critics, dead friends. Demon! Bringer of Death! Cannibal! Magic witch! The voice spun around Eric, reminding him of his past. The long ages of his life, as unsocial as he attempted to be, was still plagued with friends, death, and the evil. His thoughts screamed in agreement with the voices, pointing out the worthlessness of Eric. His father had left him, his mother didn't care for him. Everyone he had met vanished in the age of time. Murderer... Eric couldn't take it. He stood, screaming. His hands, and eyes, twitching, he fell back on his knees. He looked into the fogged sky, shrieking. The stars were gone. Even the stars have forsaken me! he thought, his eyes widening. Visions came through the sky, disappearing just before they made contact with Eric. Father. Mother. The vampire girl. Alchemy recipes. Pictures of the stars. The horrors of the Great Wars. His flee from the british soldiers. One, final image then loomed up. It was a picture of a girl, with Eric holding up the camera, and his arm over her. Her soft, black hair was partially in his face, and her kind smile made the picture appear happy. The voices stopped. The images disappeared. Eric's hands fell from his head. his face relaxed. He looked up into the sky again. I have been damned. With that, he slumped sideways, unconscious.
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SNAFU, Page 9 Jacob made sure the creatures were dead. Once he confirmed it, he silently drifted behind John. He looked over his shoulder. There it was again, this Azura person. "So he is in the city. Small world, I have orders to find this person as well. It seems I would benifit to keep with you people." ------------------------------------- John stared in shock as a man suddenly jumped out of nowhere and asked if he could join up with them. As the man blabbered John did the first thing he could think of. Drawwing his M1911 and pointing it right at the mans head and said "Who the hell are you?" -------------------------------------- Jordan turned away from the alien and towards the cyborg. "I suppose so. Except I would like to ask, who exactly are you? You're nothing like any of the military guys I work with." he commented. Noting John bring out his weapon, Jordan said sarcastically, "Now who needs to put their weapon down?" ------------------------------------- Jacob turned to Jordan. "I'm more of a weapon, than a soldier. My emotions are extremely limited, and using my system pretty much snuffs that small amount of emotion I do feel out. Though right now I'm a little angry because this idiot-" he pointed to John at this point "-can't seem to remember we just fought together." --------------------------------------- "Oh good. Now we have a psychic, a cyborg psychic, a carnivorous alien, random dead creatures, and a boy who appears to have left. For once, I feel normal." Jordan replied. -------------------------------------- Hughug chopped an arm off of the dead creature and began eating it. Seeing the humans argue sparked a lightbulb in Hughug's brain. It was the perfect time to escape from these humans. He didn't plan on staying just so the emotionless robot could capture him. Hughug casually stepped back away from the humans, while eating the arm of the dead creature. --------------------------------------- IC: Jacob used telekinesis to move a dumpster in the path that Hughug was taking. "I haven't forgotten about you. If you would be so polite as to stay there for a moment, I have some questions I'd like you to answer. Then you're free to go, regardless of your answers." Jacob said, and slid over closer to Hughug. Turning himself to face the alien, he stared at the being. "My first question is a simple one. Where is your home planet?" ---------------------------------------- "When some guy jumps out of nowhere and starts blabbering like someone from an insane asylum I sure as hell am not going to treat that guy like a friend." John replied to Jacob, keeping his gun on the newcomer. When he heard the dumpster hit the ground and he heard Jacob start asking the alien a bunch of questions he figured the alien had tried to make a run for it. Though Tempted to see what the aliens response will be John never took his eyes off the newcomer. ------------------------------------------- Hughug smiled, then chuckled a bit. "How am I supposed to know where my home planet is? My people do not care for space travel, only our most important Elders know the exact location of our planet in this galaxy. And, I can honestly say, I would never tell you humans where my planet is anyway. You would have a much better chance of finding my planet if you randomly went searching for it." Hughug was amused at how the human had the foolish idea that he was going to tell where his planet is. He didn't know humself. "Is that a good enough answer to allow me to leave, or are there more questions?" -------------------------------------------- "Sorry, I just had..... a very bad dream. Just a dream, not a pleasant one, but a dream. My name is Jericho, other people call me Gemini. I helped you take out those creatures. I'm sorry if I seemed like a madman, I just have a..... problem...." He looked over at the others, then suddenly felt a twitch in his mind. "Wow, a playdough creature, a fortune teller, and the human can opener. When will I finally be with the normal people?"Gemini's light side heared what his dark side had said and regained control of his body. "Oh my god! Sorry, sorry...... it's my brother, he's evil, I'm sorry. Dear...." ------------------------------------------------ "I don't expect you to be stupid enough to tell me where your home planet is. I expect you to be smart enough to realize why I want to know. I have to think everything out in a military perspective, and as you know where we humans live and humans don't know the same it puts us at an enormous disadvantage." Jacob said. "However you have narrowed down two things for me. Your planet is in fact within the same galaxy, and that you're people don't seem to go into space periodically. Which could very well mean humanity has superior space-faring vessels." Jacob grinned at Hughug at this point. "Now then, don't get too excited, I have just 2 more questions for you, then I won't stop you from leaving however you please." "My second question is how you came to be on this planet in the first place." -------------------------------------------------- - Quote:
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In an office building in northern Michigan, a man sat lounging in his swivel chair. Behind him there was a window covered by the drapes, leaving the man silhouetted in the darkness. His legs were crossed, resting upon the desk in front of him. Upon the desk there was the usual clutter of documents, an LCD monitor, a wireless keyboard set aside, an office phone, black and dirty, some of the labels worn off from time, and a plate with the words "Zachary Zephyr, Paranormal Investigator" inscribed upon it facing away from the man.
To his right there was a water cooler, to his left several file cabinets. The walls were an off-white, a few holes marring the otherwise unmarked drywall. Upon the floor there was a simple carpet, white, but spotted with various colors. Across from the man's desk another swivel chair sat, turned partially aside.
The man, Zachary, was relaxing, his paperwork for the moment complete, simply waiting for another job. As he lounged, Zachary thought back to one of his first missions, several years past.
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Zachary was standing in an empty warehouse, the cement floor crumbled, the only light coming from the shattered windows on the fringes of the dilapidated building. Just to the side of one of the beams of light there was a silhouette, bulky and slouched, but definitely humanoid.
"Eh, are you the one I got called about?" Zachary questioned, squinting his eyes at the figure. The humanoid looked up from where it was, staring at Zachary for the briefest of moments, eyes glowing. Zachary didn't say anything else, only stared back, shifted his position and poised himself to draw his blade.
The silhouette charged, moving across the ground like a quadruped. As it crossed one of the beams of sunlight, Zachary finally got a good look at the figure.
Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't human. Its flesh was reddish brown, its hands were claws, sharper than any animal's. It was rather disproportionate, with an entirely too-thin waist, but thick thighs that lead to clawed feet and an outrageously thick chest and arms. Its pupils were thin slits, hidden at the center of red irises, it had a pig's nose, and one of the largest overbites Zachary had ever seen, revealing multiple layers of jagged teeth. Atop its head there were few hairs, though the ones it had were relatively long, jet-black strands.
After taking in the creature's bizarre appearance, Zachary immediately drew his longsword from its scabbard and stood in position. The beast drew near, but Zachary immediately sidestepped around the beast, kicking it in the back and causing it to stumble over. Zachary, feeling rather cocky, moved to its side and kicked it, shouting, "What, is that all you've got? I've faced roaches tougher than you!"
The beast snarled and hopped back onto its feet, clawing at Zachary, who expertly hopped back and drew his sword forward, pointing its tip at his opponent. "Oi oi oi, calm down! I don't want to have to use this thing! You know what'll happen if I use this thing."
The beast was unperturbed, and charged again, thrusting its claw forward to rip Zachary's arm off. Zachary, in a moment of expertise, used his blade to push the claw away and slammed his fist into the demon's demented face, immediately proceeding to slam the thing into the floor.
"Damn it, man. You had to have seen that coming," Zachary mumbled, drawing his sword back and thrusting it down into the demon's right arm, severing it. Despite this, the beast managed to crawl away, completely ignoring the fact that it just lost one of its claws. "You really are persistent, aren't you!? Man...at least I'm getting paid for this. What do you get out of it? Some sick sense of pleasure?! Fucker."
Grabbing the demon's limb, Zachary proceeded to give chase. Whipping the arm, Zachary managed to stop the beast in its tracks and cause it to stumble. He ran to the thing to give the finishing blow, but the beast turned around and slashed at him with his claw.
Zachary only managed to stop in time to avoid getting a deep gash, the sharp claw cutting him lightly. His clothes, however, were not so lucky. "You ripped my coat, you bastard!"
The demon only roared in reply, charging at Zachary, his claw stabbed forward to rip into Zachary's chest. The man stepped aside and drew his sword to remove the thing's head, only for it to rapidly turn, an intense blaze blown from its mouth, only just missing Zachary.
The paranormal investigator looked at his coat, scowled, and stared back at the demon. "What the hell?! First you rip my coat, now you singe it?! You are one dead son of a bitch."
The demon didn't reply, it only blew another blaze in Zachary's direction. The man only just avoided it with his body - and his coat - intact. This didn't perturb the demon any, a black blaze encompassing its already deadly claw and blazing towards Zachary.
Eyes widening, Zachary immediately turned around and bolted away from the demon. He did not want to get hit by that thing. As he ran, he rapidly approached a wall, the blazing beast trailing not far behind him. Thinking quickly, he ran up the wall ever so slightly and, with his last step, flipped back behind the demon, his sword ripping into the beast's spine.
Its spine severed, the beast could do naught but collapse to the ground. Zachary quickly flipping the blade in his hand and thrusting it into its back, thrusting past its ashen flesh, straight through its blackened heart, across its ribs stopping only as it struck the concrete floor.
"You do not damage my coat and get away with it!" Zachary roared, grasping the hilt of his sword with his other hand and twisting the blade within the beast's flesh, ripping its heart - and its life - in twain. With one final gasp, the demon reached forward, only to collapse to the ground, its life ended.
Just as Zachary was about to wrench his blade from the felled creature before him, a light erupted from the beast, its body blazing to feed the ever-growing energy. Once the demon's body was ash, the light hovered in place for a moment, flew at Zachary and, with a flash, was no more.
As Zachary crouched forward, the tip of his blade buried in ash, he found himself nonplussed...until a black blaze seared from his palm, rapidly encroaching upon his hand and arm. Zachary, still in shock, dropped his blade and moved to stop it, only for the flame to fade away.
Then, he turned his hands, his palms facing upwards, and with a thought, two balls of fire sat in his hands. "Well...isn't this interesting?"
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Zachary was suddenly called from his reminiscing by the ringing of his phone. It rung again, and again as Zachary blinked, drawing himself to the present just in time to catch the phone before the answering machine picked up for him. "Hello...? Heh...why not?"
------------------------------- IC>>>>> In The Hotel With Azura And Leo>>>>> "So, I finally meet the esteemed Azura who so kindly invited me here." "Wait..." Okay, slight confusion here... "There better be a hell of a reward for this considering the crap I've seen so far." "Actually... And the shotgun was STILL in his face, by the way! "And I'm sure the cleaning ladies sure as hell have more important things to attend to than to harass me." "Gimme a few words in, edgewise, alright?" How's a guy suppose to explain himself when they say things that aren't true and they need to be corrected? Azura was being patient, even considering the shotgun and the other weapons, but this was the part where the kindness drops a level. They don't pay him for niceties, just getting the job done, with finesse, and no evidence. So...suddenly, the door would close and Leo just might have caught the face that a dark tendril pushed it. "Now then, Mr. Anonymous Gun-Toter... I didn't 'invite' anyone, per se. I knew there were other people messaged by my client and I thought organization and strategic placement was a good idea. Not my field, but what the hell? If they came, good. If not, my job is longer. Now...since you don't know me, I'll explain. I'm a hitman and I have a contract, telling me to deal with the things going on in the world. I accepted, and then I noticed that the message I received went to a number of other people as well. Did they get those? I dunno. Let's find out." Just as quickly as before, he pulled out his iPhone, which looked so tricked out that Steve Jobs might've personally put it together FOR him. Who knows? He selected all the names from the list, typed up a message, and hit SEND. "Now, if anyone else came here, we'll find out more stuff. Meantime, I do believe the message mentioned payment. Otherwise, I wouldn't accept." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In The Area Of The Alley>>>>> Big surprise... This gaggle of freelancers, military mock-ups, and the friggin' alien are all fighting again. Introductions have taken place and there's a degree of sanity while HugHug eats Cloaker-chunks. Then again, Gemini has sort of removed the sanity a bit as his freaky mind keeps playing back echoes of the Shizzerak's rather disturbing messages. Obviously, this was all very unnatural for them all, even the alien called Hughug. Regardless, you can tell that if they don't start getting their shit together, something ELSE was gonna come by the alley. Something large, something menacing... Something that thought of Cloakers as a JOKE. Hey, these things happen. What DID happen, though, was that everybody who had some kind of device for receiving messages (AND THIS INCLUDES EVERYBODY ELSE IN THE RP, JUST SO YOU KNOW.) suddenly got a new message, courtesy of Azura. TO: Everybody on the list FROM: Azura SUBJECT: Slight Confusion It seems that either some of you or all of you didn't get the message from our likewise benefactor, Guido, and think that I'm the one pulling the strings. Completely not true, and I can prove it. Any of you in the Chicago area, come to the local Five-Star Hotel for an explanation. (Ask for me and they'll send you up.) Sorry for the confusion, but...I was hired, same as you. (Yeah, money is involved.) This came at a rather good time, because - Oh, wouldn't you know it? - something DID find them. That it was actually sent after them, they might never realize, but they would soon hear a deep growl...from around one corner of the alleyway, where nobody had been looking... And then came...the fucking Macabre. A large sphere of red flesh, slightly wider than the alley, with ten or twelve muscular tendrils and twisted almost-human faces ALL OVER IT. It floated, as though gravity didn't mean shit to it, and its appendages began to reshape into several nasty implements. It's a beastie that takes lessons from Clive Barker! Claws of bone, bladed implements, blood-sucking parasite-mouths! And, for the record, this thing did NOT look very palatable. Boy, it's a good thing they suddenly had somewhere else to be, right? Because things didn't look very pleasant HERE! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Eric The Vampire, Alone>>>>> The vampire's mental torment did not go unnoticed. How, you say, when there was nobody around him? Well, let's just say that some beings were geared to do some things, like tear things the fuck apart, and others were built to feel mental impressions, pick up brain signals, and do a whole lot of mental mish-mash. One little contact did Gemini WONDERS, so let's see how Eric likes to hear from our cold, detached echoing voice-from-nowhere, Shizzerak. "Tormented thing... You have a mind of fire. It burns brightly, so as to bring Shizzerak closer... Come to his depths. Seek out his servants and be cleansed of your burning, aching, torment..." But who WAS Shizzerak? And why was he drawn to people with unique minds? It must've been his 'thing', but why? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Train Station Area>>>>> The two machines that were at the car got away, as nobody stopped their carjacking attempt, which led Ava back to where the large android-thing and the two others seemed to be dealing with what was going on. Now, in this situation, Kranford made two error. He assumed things about the soldier in front of him. As he ducked out of the way of its rifle, it let loose a rapid-fire burst of explosive green plasma. And since it missed HIM, it went directly for Myyah, who fired her Reflex Guns. The other thing he assumed was that his tazer would completely short it out to uselessness, since the damn thing had such high voltage. It would if the machine had not some insulation around its serious internal hardware. As it stood, though, his shocking attack had done enough damage that it was unable to react quickly enough to beams of annihilation. The robotic soldier exploded, taking all of the attack full in the chest, leaving only a few small twisted remnants and smoking boots. It was after this that, ah ha ha, they received a new message on their message-thingies. (Refer to above.) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Zachery Zephyr, On The Job>>>>> The job was from a guy called Guido. He'd opened the call with the words, "Hi there. You interested in a job?" And then, he goes into detail on the situation, explaining that the world is in alot of trouble, more than he and his group can handle alone. Underground connections say that Guido gets himself into weird shit, like Zach, only he works for some group called Spire. Kinda' sounds like Torchwood from the whatever show on BBC. Doesn't matter. The basic jib is this: Help him save the fucking world and ya get alot of money, plus a world to SPEND it in. Good deal, right? Only then, he says the Chicago party - where most of them have gone - isn't working out too well. He says they're in trouble and need a professional. Who better than a guy who investigates? Well, there's that Azura guy, but he thought they got his files and everything, which they didn't. Probably got hit by their spam-filters. Anyway, Guido sends Zachery the same stuff Azura got, which explains why everyone went to Chicago. He then said that what he did was up to him, but those guys DO need some help. Things are getting worse... After that, he hangs up. It sounded like he was on a subway, somewhere... -------------------------------------------- "Holy shit." where the only words that Kranford could speak for the next ten seconds. Annihilation had just stared him in the face. If it hadn't been for the blast from Myyah, he'd be a bubbling pile of slag right now. Kranford picked up some of the remains. He'd need to send them to Basement R&D later. After putting the select parts in his duffel bag, he tapped in some commands on his wrist computer. His first priority was to bring up a list of all Basement Agents in the city. His list picked up two agents, and possibly an Associate. The names of the Agents were "Whisper" and "Sukavich," while the associate was simply known as "Chopper." Tapping a few commands into the computer, he saw Azura's message. Several taps later, he had accessed his radio. "Whisper? Sukavich? I need you both at the 5-star hotel. Bring the new gadgets along with you, I need them ASAP," he said into his comms. Kranford had evened out all the scores he had ever had in his life, until now. He approached the mysterious woman who had just obliterated a machine that his weapons had barely scratched. "Thanks for saving my life. Now I have to stay around and try to even things out. Now I really want to know where that armor came from. You could explain on the way to the hotel," said Kranford, shouldering his duffel bags and strapping on his backpack.
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SNAFU, Page 10 The first thing Myyah did, was shield herself with a powerful energy field from the multiple plasma blasts, tho they did push her back quite a bit. Then she smirked as she lowered her hands, then listened in onto his conversation, and then, when he approached her and thanked her, then mentioned the armor, she looked right at him. "The armor, I cannot speak about, not yet..your not ready..and especially not here, with all you humans all over the place..." Myyah decided to head to the Five Star hotel as well, she went and grabbed her trenchcoat and put it back on, and made the holes in the hands of her gauntlets close and disappear. Then she looked at Kranford. "Ready when you are. ------------------------------------ After asking his rhetorical, Zachary heard the phone click as the guy on the other end - Guido, he called himself - hung up. Unceremoniously dropping his receiver into its position with a satisfying click, Zachary kicked off the desk, grabbed his blade from where it rested and replaced it on his belt. He strode off to the door, grabbed his newest duster - he had to replace those things with an annoying frequency - and, effortlessly sliding it onto his person, he casually made his way into the halls, and down the stairs, mumbling to himself as he did, "So, I'm going to save the world!" "I'm going to make like Superman!" He called, rounding another corner on the stairwell. "This is my biggest job yet! Oh, I just cannot wait!" He continued his mumbling until he reached the bottom of the stairs, threw open the door and looked up into the sky, where he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey, maybe I'll even learn to fly!" "Oh, wouldn't that just be ever so fantastic. To soar through the skies, swatting enemies like flies..." His voice dropped down to a low murmur again as he looked off into the empty, destroyed streets. There were a few cars in place, most of them destroyed. They weren't all destroyed, no, there was one vehicle in particular that was in perfect shape: Zachary's bus - it had originally belonged to the city, but after most of the city up and died when the world ended, they didn't miss it - "Ah, there's my friend...oh, how I missed you! Let's go, my friend, to save the world!" With that, Zachary dropped into the driver's seat and turned the ignition. He flipped all the necessary switches, and closed the doors, and with one shift of the gears, began to move... "I'll even get paid, too!" --------------------------------- The Macrabre, a big fleshy red thing made of faces, tenticles, and other things that could quite easily kill a man. " Not a problem, big piece of red crap, I've puked things more dangerous. Come here you sonovabitch!" Gemini began to split again, but this time it was uncordinated, uncontroled, he felt warm and cold throughout his body. Somehow though, his dark side got out, and began to attack the beast with two IDWs. They had no effect though.... Trapped in an alley with a bunch of crazy people, an alien which he just insulted, and a being that will annaihalte people blocking the exit... Time for lesson one: If it can't get any worse, the only way to go is up."Brother, I hate to do this to you, but.... " Wait, wait, what are you doing? No..... NO!!!!!!!" Gemini was reabsorbed. He looked to the others. "I'm sorry, but I can tell this is not something you can fight out of..." He blasted a hole into the wall on the other side of the alley. "That is for you guys, I hate to leave you, but I have to fly...." He levetated out of the alley,high above the other buildings in the area, and began looking. For some reason, he felt safer with this Azura felow than with these people. "The Five-Star hotel, where have I seen that before....." ----------------------------------- Jacob looked back at the Macabre. It was horrifying, and something he didn't think he could win, even if he wasn't tired from the last fight. He held out his hand and used telekinesis to push the dumpster out of the way. He felt like he should take someone with him, but Hughug was the closest. He ran past Hughug and towards the exit to the alley. "I'd suggest you run." He said as he past Hughug, and went out the escape route he had just unblocked. He turned around quickly to yell back at Hughug, "Are you going or what?" Jacob said and took off running, heading towards the 5 star hotel that was mentioned in the E-mail that had been recieved. -------------------------------------- Hughug was about to answer the robot's questions, when he saw something in the shadows. As it growled and appeared, Hughug was suprisingly shocked by it's appearance. It was a grotesque creature, with flailing appendages all over it. It looked like a grotesque colllection of human body parts, with many disfigured heads on it. Hughug's first reaction was to fly away, but he had to get a running start, and he didn't dare move closer to he creature. As the robot moved the dumpster and ran post him, Hughug started to follow, but stopped. He couldn't leave the alleyway looking as he did, or he would have the entire city of Chicago looking for him. Hughug looked once more at the grotesque creature, and scowled at himself. There were already a bunch of horrid evil creatures around the city, one more wouldn't make a big difference. "Hey, I'm coming. Hold up." Hughug started running, and looked back at the grotesque creature."Forget holding up, keep running please." Hughug began to chase after the man that left, praying to the almighty Shishno that he was not walking into a trap. ---------------------------------------- Kranford brought up a holo-image of the city on his wrist computer. The danger zone was clearly marked, and he could see the train station they were located at. He found the 5-star hotel on the map and placed a pathfinding marker on it. "I'll need something with a bit more punch than this force thrower," he said as he sifted through his duffelbag. "Here they are!" he said as he pulled out his gauss pistols. He made sure they were loaded, then holstered them at his hips. As Kranford put the force thrower back into his duffel bag, he noticed another woman come running up. What were those things? she asked as she ran up. "I don't know," said Kranford,"but whatever it was, I hate it." The hitman examined the woman in front of him. He could tell that there was more to this woman than met the eye. He could already make out the lump of the taser, and he was pretty sure that the woman had several more tricks up her sleeve. "I think I'd better know your name before you ask anything else," he said. ------------------------------------ John felt his portable buzz, looking at the screen and reading the email John felt his heart leap in joy We get payed for all this crap? Count me in. he thought as he pocketed his portable. Looking up he saw hughug and Jacob running away. Why are they run....run...ru.... John thought as he caught sight of the.......what the hell was it? "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" he screamed as he sprinted after the alien and the cyborg. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! WHY OH WHY DID I LISTEN TO THAT EMAIL!" John screamed over and over in an increasingly hoarse voice as he followed Hughug and Jacob, trying to put as much distance between that thing and him as he could. ---------------------------------------- Ava's blackberry bleeped twice and she pulled it out to check her message. It seemed there was another message from Azura. She read it thoroughly and then put it away just as the man answered her question. (OOC: You were talking to me, right Kranford?) Ava contemplated the man's words carefully before answering. He didn't look like the type she'd want to get into a tangle with especially considering what he was capable of. She paused for forty-five seconds before answering. "Name's Ava. Your's?" She answered and asked seriously. The five star hotel? That's our designate meeting spot. Well, I don't want to keep this guy waiting, so I had better see where that place is and get to it. She thought. --------------------------------------------- Kranford looked on his wrist computer and tapped in a few commands. In an instant, the path to the hotel lit up. "I'm Kranford, Kranford the Butcher. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but you look trustworthy. Read the holo on the computer," replied the hitman. After tapping in a few commands on the computer, a holo of Azura's emails appeared. "Something tells me that you're here on the same bit of business that my companion and I are on. As such, It only makes sense if we travel together. Okay?" said Kranford as he extended his right hand for a handshake. ----------------------------------------------- Ava did as he said and read. Kranford the Butcher. Hmm.. Fits his outward appearance. She thought. Her eyes probed the holo, then his own through her sunglasses. He stuck out his hand to shake and she paused. She was used to doing things on her own, but if the guy's last performance was anything like he was all the time, Ava knew she could trust him. "Deal it is. We'll travel together. That recent email said to rendezvous at the hotel. Let's get going." She extended her hand towards his already outstretched and firmly shook. "You lead the way." ------------------------------------------------ Myyah glanced over at Kranford, blinking. "Companion? Since when I was your companion? I'm just sticking around because humans get themselves killed easily" Myyah said with a smirk, she sounded very sure of herself, but...after what she did to that robot, she had very good reason to be. Myyah glanced over to Ava, and looked her over curiously. "Oh my, you are hiding quite a few tricks up your sleeve aren't cha?" She loved the leather biker look, and so, Myyah also said this. "Love the black leather, whats a person like you doing here? Heh." -------------------------------------------------- "I said 'companion' since we had already agreed to travel together to the hotel," replied Kranford. "I have the path highlighted on the holomap; I suggest we get going now. After all, we don't want to keep Azura waiting now do we?" said the assassin as he exited the door. "Walk or ride?" he asked the two women. --------------------------------------------------- - Quote:
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Myyah glanced over to Ava, and looked her over curiously. "Oh my, you are hiding quite a few tricks up your sleeve aren't cha?" She loved the leather biker look, and so, Myyah also said this. "Love the black leather, whats a person like you doing here? Heh."
"Maybe and thanks." Ava said, sizing the woman up. "Business. Much like Kranford said." She spoke, sticking a thumb towards the man. "I don't think I've ever seen---armor---like that before." The dark haired woman turned to Kranford again. "Depends on how far it is. If it's far, we ride. If it's not, let's just walk. We probably won't hit so much trouble if we ride though." Ava did not mean to be the instigator, but she was just used to doing things her own way. Calm down and let the man think. She chided herself for being the leader. She stood bye and awaited his decision while shifting her pack. --------------------------------------------------- " Why is flying always so friggin' weird for me? Mental note: body down..." After flying due east and away from the creature, Jericho began to think where he had heard of the Five-Star Hotel. He remembered he was looking after a shipment of supplies that was going there, when it was being held as a stronghold against the riots in the late 2010s. Yes, now he remembered, north of here. He changed His position and headed straight for it, following roads. There it was. It kept itself up, so it was actually easy to find. He walked in towards the receptionist. "Hello, my dear, do you know where a man named Azura is? I was supposed to meet him here. Do you know where he is?" "I am sorry, there is no Azura here. Are you sure that's the man you are meeting?" "Positive." "He is not here, I'm sorry you must leave." "What? Why?" "You must leave." "Well wh... listen lady, I'm here to find this Azua, and I'm not leaving without seeing him, now step away, girl! I know how to make people hurt...." "Guards!!!" The fight with the guards wasn't much, Gemini didn't need any of his weapons to defeat them, far easier than his previous battle. " Now lady, let me through!" This time the woman posed no offence, and Gemini sweeped himself down the halls. ------------------------------------ Hana checked into a local hotel to stay the night. The government didn't seem to be on her case anymore, but it was probably safest to keep running, especially since she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was still after her. "no pet's allowed" the lady at the counter said, pointing at hana's small black kitten, melody. "I can asure you that melody will be no trouble." hana said coldly, looking at the lady at the front desk. "you have more to fear from me than from her." Hana turned on her heel and wlked up to her suit on the second level. The room was clean and had a warm atmosphere to it. It was almost homey, but hana couldn't relax. lately she had been receiving E-mails form a myterious man who called himself azura. Hana flipped open her laptop and signeg into her E-mail account. TO: Everybody on the list FROM: Azura SUBJECT: Slight Confusion It seems that either some of you or all of you didn't get the message from our likewise benefactor, Guido, and think that I'm the one pulling the strings. Completely not true, and I can prove it. Any of you in the Chicago area, come to the local Five-Star Hotel for an explanation. (Ask for me and they'll send you up.) Sorry for the confusion, but...I was hired, same as you. (Yeah, money is involved.) hmm Hana thought to herself, searching the room for a map of the area. it would seem I'm already here. I'll have to pay this man a visit tomarrow.
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Jun 27 2009, 07:19 AM
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"So, I finally meet the esteemed Azura who so kindly invited me here."
"Wait..."
Okay, slight confusion here...
"There better be a hell of a reward for this considering the crap I've seen so far."
"Actually...
And the shotgun was STILL in his face, by the way!
"And I'm sure the cleaning ladies sure as hell have more important things to attend to than to harass me."
"Gimme a few words in, edgewise, alright?"
How's a guy suppose to explain himself when they say things that aren't true and they need to be corrected? Azura was being patient, even considering the shotgun and the other weapons, but this was the part where the kindness drops a level. They don't pay him for niceties, just getting the job done, with finesse, and no evidence. So...suddenly, the door would close and Leo just might have caught the face that a dark tendril pushed it.
"Now then, Mr. Anonymous Gun-Toter... I didn't 'invite' anyone, per se. I knew there were other people messaged by my client and I thought organization and strategic placement was a good idea. Not my field, but what the hell? If they came, good. If not, my job is longer. Now...since you don't know me, I'll explain. I'm a hitman and I have a contract, telling me to deal with the things going on in the world. I accepted, and then I noticed that the message I received went to a number of other people as well. Did they get those? I dunno. Let's find out."
Just as quickly as before, he pulled out his iPhone, which looked so tricked out that Steve Jobs might've personally put it together FOR him. Who knows? He selected all the names from the list, typed up a message, and hit SEND.
"Now, if anyone else came here, we'll find out more stuff. Meantime, I do believe the message mentioned payment. Otherwise, I wouldn't accept."
Leo listened to Azura nodding his head ever so slightly at each statement. "Well, good to know, the name's Leonardo Tancredo, First class American born Italian hired gun," Leo said tipping an imaginary hat and then holding out his hand (the other on his force pulse generator). "Now, I think it's best we find a specific meeting spot for our 'co-workers' to meet us," he said motioning to the door. ------------------------------------------- Zas-lhishaggo walked through the sewers thinking about the strange happenings occurring especially in this city, yet still no real answer appeared, suddenly Zas-lhishaggo stopped, looking up he saw the hole he started digging but never finished, Zas-lhishaggo then thought to himself, best to get it finished, a meal could be right above me, he then scuttled up the wall and into the hole, then he started digging eager to see what was above, after awhile of digging Zas-lhishaggo finally reached the surface, he was in what humans called a five star hotels (he never understood what they meant by five stars) lobby, suddenly he became aware of those rather disgusting creatures that called themselves humans screaming at him. ---------------------------------------- Kranford shouldered his duffelbags and called a Taxi. "When you two are ready," he said. He decided that Azura should not be kept waiting. ----------------------------------------- IC>>>>> Meanwhile...High over the clouds of the overcast evening, all seemed quiet, save for the rush of air and the occasional bird squawking. This, however, was soon to change...as a number of unidentified craft appeared - though it would be hard for anyone to see them in this bloody weather - way above the massive city of Chicago. vehicles with wings and rotor-blades propelling them along, the power of technology propelling them along. Also, there was music. Ride of the Valkyries, in fact. The numerous vehicles of metallic might continued on their way, to locations unknown, and their ultimate destination, because their leader suddenly shouted over the loud-speaker to SHUT OFF THAT DAMN MUSIC...or else he was going to rip every one of their goddamn bodies in half. The music abruptly halted, leaving the silent-running engines to do their thing as the group proceeded onwards. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Ava, Myyah, Kranford, on their way out>>>>> Naturally, Kranford got through to his associates, since nobody was blocking communication...yet. He, Myyah, and Ava appeared to be out of immediate hot water, though the chances of that lasting were...well...not so likely. So far, they'd blown something potentially harmful up, so things couldn't be that bad so far. After a bit of conversation and preparation, he then hailed a cab. Chicago being what it is, they didn't feel like responding immediately. But one did roll on by and stop. African-American driver, sunglasses, casual attire. Seemed oddly familiar, somehow... In any case, they would get to town in no-time flat, possibly avoiding nasty creepies, like the apparent smoke spirit that just bursted out of one guy's suitcase nearby. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Running To The Hotel>>>> The Macabre thing definitely gave chase, but it could only go after one group. Gemini had levitated and fortunately found nothing waiting for him high-up. While watching him to that, the Macabre fell behind a bit in the chase of the rest of the guys. This was added to the fact that it had to squeeze through the alley. Did it seem as though the creature were not trying very hard? Well, if anybody suspected that, then...well...be glad that it didn't. Because once it DID, there'd be trouble. Also, some people DID indeed notice Hughug. How could they not? One guy actually shouted "Little green man!" shortly before being incinerated from behind. A short gray alien commented thusly... "You'd think one of 'em would get it right, for once." Furon cameos aside, they managed to elude the Macabre, as it soon fell upon easier prey to torment, yell at, bite in half, and tear limb from limb before eating the remains. After all, it had alot of mouths to feed. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Zachery, ROAD TRIP!!>>>>> Believe it or else, there wasn't much going on during the investigator's trip to Chicago. Granted, some horned canine monsters with terrible howls (Bogies) tried to catch his bus, but the ones that got in front of them were killed and the ones behind never caught up. The only other thing was the large cat-thing. Big sabertooth cat-creature, about the size of a small car and looking as though all the greatest feline hunters went into it. That damn thing tore after him and, unless it had stopped at some point, was still trailing about five miles back. Man... Wild country out here. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Hotel Problems>>>>> Azura smiled slightly as Leo introduced himself, sort of a business-like smile. He liked meeting people, and dealing with people, and dealing with how he had to kill people. Hell, he liked to deal with the people he was sent to kill. It was all fine to him. Leo wasn't on any list, though, so no worries there. However, immediately, Azura knew that there was gonna be trouble with this group thing. Had it been a mistake to lure them here? There might be trouble, even simple things like... "Now, I think it's best we find a specific meeting spot for our 'co-workers' to meet us." "Why? This place here or just my room is as good a place as an-" His iPhone rang. Azura picked up and spoke to the person on the other end, who was a member of the hotel staff. He'd instructed them to tell him if anyone asked about him. Mostly, they turned such people away, which was his first mistake, as he heard about the strange person (Gemini)... "He did what?" More talking on the other end. Azura now looked somewhat disappointed, and then he sighed. "I'll handle this. Just ignore previous orders for now. Send them up to my room, alright? They're associates of mine." He clicked off his phone, facing Leo for a second. "Slight problem downstairs. Ummm...see ya!" And with that, he dashed out the door, which somehow opened automatically for him. Forget catching up, Leo. Azura was already in the elevator, going down... And as soon as he was, he let out an even heavier sigh. "Why can't they be a bit more...calm and controlled?" Immediately, he opened his senses to the shadows, all shadows within range. Alright, he had a bead on him, and some other people...and hmmm. Well, nevermind about that last thing for now. Instead, let's have some irony play out. It can be pretty ironic at times. *Ding!* At the moment that Hana was searching for a place on the map to be, the very guy who had messaged her happened to walk out of the elevator. Not that she'd know, of course, but he still had to walk past her on the way to finding that other guy, and gave off a polite... "Pardon me, Miss." ...as he passed on by, heading down the hallway at a fair clip. Meanwhile, down a hallway intersecting the one he was on, Azura willed a number of tendrils to come out of the shadows all around where he sensed Gemini's position and made them form living nets. He didn't want him going ANYWHERE. Afterwhich, he turned the hall, and found people gasping at a...Zerg? Well, it LOOKED like a refuge from Starcraft, but it wasn't. Azura simply pointed at the thing (Zas-lhishaggo). "You, don't move. I'll deal with you later. Make any moves I don't like and it's feasting time for the shadows." And with that, he headed on to deal with Gemini...hopefully. --------------------------------------- Kranford waited for Ava and Myyah to hop into the taxi before jumping in as well (OOC: Duffel Bags, backpack, and all. Kranford put them in a spot where they will not coop everyone up, most likely the front seat or trunk.). "To the Five Star Hotel, please," he said to the driver. ---------------------------------------- Myyah got into the taxi, curious as to how those duffel bags could even fit into this car, considering they seemed to be carrying alot of things. She closed her eyes, sitting back against the seat as she began to think to herself, pondering some things. ----------------------------------------- Hana sat down on the bed and pulled Melody onto her lap. The kitten purred gently as Hana began to stroke her soft black fur. Slightly calmed by the serenity of her only companion, Hana began to sing. She started out quietly, enjoying the simple rise and fall of the notes that fell from her lips. Her song was a simple formless sound. It consisted of no words, and no set rhythm. By the time she finished, Melody was asleep. Hana gently placed the cat on her pillow, and stood up to pace the room. ---------------------------------------- As Ava stepped into the cab, she wondered just how deep she'd gone this time. With the woman, who looked as normal as a fish out of water, and the man, with all of his "toys", things were just insane. She put her one pack in the cab first, and then sat next to the woman who seemed to be leaning back, perhaps going to sleep. How could anyone catch a wink here? She wondered. Kranford hopped in on the other side of her, and she thought this presented as good a time as any to figure out who these people were. "So why were you two on the contact list? Or, better yet, why are you here? Do you know this guy?" Her questions flowed out as she took off her sunglasses, revealing her dark eyes, and put the glasses into the outside pocket of her bag. She knew they probably wouldn't speak too much with the driver up front. First day on the job, and I've already met my co-workers. She mused. Ava looked out the window at the passing scapes, and then at the driver. He looked different, but only a vague sense of deja-vu came over her. She ignored it. --------------------------------------- Gemini eloped his way down the ground floor hall. "They were just uncouncious, right?" " You should know, you're me. But I'll remind you that I am not that merciful..." "...." This was completely an untasteful fact, and brought Gemini back to how many murders did he commit? "Do you care?"The lights suddenly went out. "Great..." Suddenly he was fastened to the spot by....... things. Tenticle like dreads that were wrapping up his legs. He felt himself split but stopped it. "Not this time, I don't think this is something we can get out of...."------------------------------------------ Jacob looked to where he was running, the hotel was finally in sight, which meant it was but a few blocks away. He looked back to the the Macabre was no longer following them, and he stopped running, he bent over with his hands on his knees to try and catch his breath. He turned around to realize Hughug was sticking out like a sore thumb, but at the moment he didn't care, he was too tired to give it a second thought. He took a big breath then continued to walk towards the hotel. ------------------------------------------ Zas-lhishaggo heard the human order him not to move, a human ordering me around, ha, but I wonder what he means by feeding me to the shadows, I'll play it safe for now until I know what that human is capable of so that I wont be caught by surprise if he proves hostel to me, He thought, then a human threw a suitcase at him, annoyed Zas-lhishaggo roared so loudly the glass in and around the hotel shattered, the humans finally stopped screaming and writhed on the ground clutching their ears, Zas-lhishaggo grateful for the silence thought even human ears are weak. ----------------------------------------- Myyah kept her eyes closed, but somehow, she knew Aya was there, upon hearing her question, she makes a noise that sounds like she's yawning before saying in response. "Apparently he took interest in me while I left the train, so I decided why not, and thought it would be fun to stick around. Why are YOU here...human?" The way she said that last word definitely meant she wasn't human..but she freaking looked it....or did she? ----------------------------------------- Hughug walked quietly behind the human robot, not caring whether humans say him or not. As he turned around, he was pleased to see the creature following them gave up the chase in favor of more humane prey. Hughug smiled grimacingly, and turned back to the human robot. Hughug thought to himself for a moment about what he could do. He could very easily fly away, but that thing that had just went after them made Hughug think otherwise. There were suprisingly things on this pathetic little planet that were stronger than him. Hughug spoke to the robotic human is a mellow tone. "I think I will join you in meeting this Azura person. 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Myyah kept her eyes closed, but somehow, she knew Aya was there, upon hearing her question, she makes a noise that sounds like she's yawning before saying in response. "Apparently he took interest in me while I left the train, so I decided why not, and thought it would be fun to stick around. Why are YOU here...human?" The way she said that last word definitely meant she wasn't human..but she freaking looked it....or did she?
After listening to the woman, she only replied, "It's my job to be here."human? So what does she call herself? Ava wondered. Isn't she---human? But then there are those violet eyes... Wait, wait, wait... This can't be right. Few emotions played across Alexis' face as she tried to figure out the lone comment. And also that other part..."Fun to stick around?" There's definitely more to this woman than meets the eye. The cab turned another corner and then the hotel was in sight in the short distance ahead of them. Ava glanced at the woman who appeared to be resting. Seeing that she was not looking at her, Ava took a longer look. The woman seemed to be normal, yet, she was not. Ava could not figure it out. ------------------------------------- Myyah sighed, as if she was reading Ava's thoughts...and then decided there was little harm in admitting the truth. "I call you human, because thats what you are, I'm beyond human, a "Goddess" of sorts, at least, thats what your primitive ancestors believed us to be, I am one of the Masari. My name is Myyah..or as your ancestors called me.."Ishtar". Myyah then looks at Kranford and mentions her armor. "My armor is standard, all Masari have it, except the rest of my species is sleeping under the ocean, along with the cityship Atlatea. Which, in your ancient mythology, is called Atlantis. Our technology is far beyond you humans, Matter to energy conversion and vice versa." "And yes, that gatlinggun was thought into exsistance by me." Myyah looked at Aya again, smirking "Interesting Revelation huh, what are YOU doing here? Since I answered you, you answer me now, and you too Mr Kranford."
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SNAFU, Page 12 Kranford looked at Myyah and Ava, and then took a look at the driver. Popping up the privacy glass between the front and back seat, Kranford looked at his two co-workers. "As I said to you," spoke Kranford as he looked at Ava, "my name is Kranford the Butcher, or at least that's what you shall know me by. I worked for Triad Special Services Ltd. Triad is dead and gone now, thanks to the deaths of its board of directors, CEO, and founder. I killed them all since they didn't give me enough pay for the contracts I was receiving. I decided enough was enough when they gave me a contract from someone to kill the President of the U.S. That's when I turned on them and joined the Secret Service. Right now, I run up a blackops agency known "The Basement." We take care of things that are either far too dangerous or sensitive for the boys in the other agencies to even think about touching. As for my reasons for coming here, I received an e-mail from Azura. Deciding that I should try to save the world from its own idiocy, I packed up my bags and took the train, and that's when the whole lot of us met. Now how about you, Ava? What's your story?" Kranford took another look on his wrist computer as he waited for a reply. --------------------------------------- Myyah burst out laughing "My goal is to raise Atlatea from the ocean floor, everything else is secondary, But, I decided to follow because I listened in on human comms. Seeing if they got too nosey around the atlantic ocean, oh and by the way, the Bermuda Triangle? Thats our fault, sorry." ---------------------------------------- Ava was speechless as the woman revealed herself as a "goddess-like-being" and seemed so flippant about it. Kranford's history surprised her too, but not as much as Myyah's. Atlantis? And I thought Kearn was off his rocker... She thought. It could be true. I mean, is there proof that it's NOT there? Ava argued with herself in an inside turmoil. "I am an assassin. Or...I was. I work for the government now. When I was young, four to be exact, my biological parents were killed and a man, a professional assassin, took me in. He was wanted by so many people and government branches that I lost count. He taught me things...He gave me a worthy purpose and goal to aim for and I completed my first assignment when I was seventeen. At ten, I was training with firearms. One day, the man was caught and I was--...." Alexis stopped. She really shouldn't be telling these people this but she felt she had to since the two of them had already explained why they were here. "In any case, my contact forwarded the email to me and I decided to take the job." She finished and stared forward with her cold dark eyes. ------------------------------------------ Myyah listened intently, noting her shocked reaction. "I think you'd be even more shocked to learn that we Masari have been on your planet since you humans lived in caves and were nomadic, we disappeared during the time of the fall of the roman empire. Oh Yes, we have indeed influenced your race so much it would make humanity all WTF if the entire truth got out" Myyah paused a minute...and then blinked. "Assassin huh?..I guess i'm not much of a subtle person, I fail horribly at assassinating people, I leave that to my brother, Prince Zessus." ------------------------------------------- "Bermuda Triangle, eh? I was there once, it was nothing to write home about." replied Kranford as Myyah revealed her motives. "As for your lack of subtlety, I kinda noticed that when you pulled the chainguns out of thin air. I have an alien buddy and even he can't do that." ------------------------------------------- "You would be correct Hughug. On the other hand, it may be worth while for you to meet this Azura. Because most likely, you and I are the only ones who were never intended to come, we just found out about it. So it might be wise to just be on guard while we are there. If things do get out of hand, I won't hold it against you if you have to get out of there." Jacob said. Then he looked back at the alien behind him. "Is there anyway that you can make yourself less noticeable?" Jacob said. He looked up again, the hotel was just a block away. He motioned for Hughug to follow and took off in a light run. -------------------------------------------- "Aah..about that" Myyah said with a sudden sly grin. "Thats one of our greatest abilities, the ability to create anything from mere thought, the ability to think things into exsistance." --------------------------------------------- "Yes, I do have a way to make myself more inconspicuous." Hughug ceased walking, and spun around in place. From the folds in his wings, dropped a set of black pants, a chain, and a black shirt. "Ah yes, this will do." Hughug folded his wings into his back, and concentrated. In a second, a light emmited from the changing of his atomic structure. The light shimmered down, and instead of a giant gargoyle alien, stood an average height, slim man with jet black hair. Hughug quickly grabbed the clothes still on the ground, and put them on. As he spun back around to face the android he spoke. "Well, is this good enough for...you?" Hughug saw as the android had started running to the hotel without him. "HEY, WAIT UP!" Hughug took off running to catch up with him. --------------------------------------------- - Quote:
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"Aah..about that" Myyah said with a sudden sly grin. "Thats one of our greatest abilities, the ability to create anything from mere thought, the ability to think things into exsistance."
To this comment, Ava slowly turned her head towards Myyah and wondered aloud "How in this earthly place do they manage to do that..." Ava did not expect an answer and so she slightly shook her head and turned to look out the window again. They were nearer the hotel than they had been. She grasped the handle of her pack waited. Alexis reflected on the history she had learned from Myyah and Kranford. She knew they'd both be good to have around when trouble arose. Perhaps she could learn from these two. If your body is still working, your mind is still fresh and you have a willing personality, you can learn anything. The woman remembered her great teacher's words and held on to them as if they were her lifeline. ------------------------------------------------- Eric slowly shut the door of the car. It shot out air, rippling his hair slightly. He turned, looking up at the hotel. With a sigh, he entered. The change in air pressure brushed up Eric's hair; although he ignored the hairs sticking up. The brightly lit room shone down, leaving no shadows. The brightly polished floor reflected the lights, and Eric's face as he looked down at it. His shoe caught the floor, causing him to stumble, then trip. Eric simply stood, and continued walking, as though nothing had happened. He shifted his direction, slightly, from the Elevator to the stairs; slowing his pace. A long ride with one or more strangers wasn't something Eric was in the mood for; leaving the stairs as his only option. Eric lifted his foot, placing it on the first step, and beginning his climb. Step after step, Eric climbed. After a while, the vampire grew tired, and leaned against a wall on a landing. Eric rubbed one hand on his side of his face, then used both hands. He pulled at his bangs, as he took his hands off his face. His gray eyes seemed dull, as they reflected the light of the lamp like light on the wall. A million questions flooded through Eric's mind, bending his will and his confidence like a rock placed on a small suspended rope. "Tormented thing... You have a mind of fire. It burns brightly, so as to bring Shizzerak closer... Come to his depths. Seek out his servants and be cleansed of your burning, aching, torment..."The voice Eric had heard ran through his head, again and again. He tried desperately to push it away, but it would not leave. "Shizzerak..." Who is that? What does he want with me? Eric thought. "Seek out his servants and be cleansed of your burning, aching, torment?" What torment am I in? And why should I seek out his servants? The questions pushed down on Eric, causing him to sit on the ground, leaning his head against the wall. He watched the light, as it flickered slightly. Eric closed his eyes, thinking. What does it mean by my mind is of fire?The vampire's eyes snapped open. The dullness of his eyes was gone, seeming to be replaced by a sharper gray, richer in color. He blinked, standing up. I'll look for this Shizzerak. I'll see if he can answer my questions. Eric thought, suddenly determined. He began to climb the stairs again. His trip to Chicago, which had at first been a disappointing hunt for vampires, now had a point. Eric entered his room, making sure to lock the door and the windows, then collapsed on his bed, asleep. ------------------------------------------ Jordan fell silent after the cyborg started asking questions. He stayed quiet even through the monster attack, the email, and the alien's transformation. Once the alien had changed, he finally spoke up. "That was...interesting." he commented. Suddenly, the cyborg started running towards the hotel. Jordan noted the alien trying to catch up, then started running with them. -------------------------------------------- - Quote:
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Jack's post regarding Leo
Leo met his kind introduction demeanor with a half smile-half cautious look hybrid. As Azura answered his phone he watched him expectantly, ready for... well, he had no idea. "He did what?" Leo's expression changed at his reaction to whomever was conversing with him. "I'll handle this. Just ignore previous orders for now. Send them up to my room, alright? They're associates of mine." He looked at him as he ended the conversation and paused for thought. "Slight problem downstairs. Ummm...see ya!" Azura said as he rushed off to the elevator, his speed pulling a gust of wind behind him. Leo sauntered out into the hall to see him turn the corner yards away. Taking his time, he walked to the adjacent elevator and hit the paint-chipped down button. He bobbed his head to the elevator music as he loaded some spare rounds from his pocket into the reflex shotgun he had never put away. A portly businessman stared over at him as Leo continued as though he wasn't there. Looking up he asked, "What?" "Err. Um, nothing," the man answered, leaving the elevator without delay as it touched the lobby floor and Leo sunk his shotgun into a rift. Moving to the front desk he quietly asked, "could I get the room number of a Mr. Azura?" The receptionist looked up, going to town with a piece of gum, "You're one of them aren't you?" she asked. Leo looked at her, then at the objects around her. "Excuse me?" He asked with an upward inflection. "Yah," She said mid-chew, "All his associates have been causing a shit load of trouble," she replied bluntly. "Well, you won't get any of that from me," he said proudly as she stared at him. "Whatever," the receptionist said, rolling her eyes as she handed him a slip of paper with the room number on it (Number not specified). Leo read it, blindly heading to the same elevator. ---------------------------------------------- An alarm bleeped in Eric's mind. Slowly, he pulled his eyes apart, awakening. The clock next to his bed rang out loudly. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. After a few minutes, Eric was awake enough to get off the bed. With a sigh, he pushed up from the bed. Lazily, and still half asleep, he walked to the bathroom; not bothering to close the door. With a sniff, he flushed the toilet after doing his business. While he was washing his hands, he looked up at the mirror. Eric blinked. Was that really his eyes? He leaned in closer to the bright gray eyes. The color seemed oddly deeper then it had been in his reflection, on the car window when he was going to the hotel. The gray eyes looked back at Eric. The eyes seemed to stretch into the reflection of Eric's head, with no end. The gray seemed to be rotating, the color incredibly rich. Eric jumped back, surprised. He raised one eyebrow at his reflection, moving his hand around, as if to make sure it was indeed his reflection he was looking at. What is wrong with my eyes? Those can't really be mine, can they? He thought. Eric sighed, shaking his head. Things seem to be getting stranger and stranger. Although, there is nothing I can do about it. With that, Eric left his hotel room, and went to the elevator. Perhaps its time I acquire some modern technology, other then this ipod, and phone. Perhaps one of those... laptops? The vampire thought, pushing the "Down" button on the elevator. At the moment, he didn't really care if he rode down with someone. The elevator doors opened, and Eric happily stepped on. No one was in it, thankfully. He pressed the ground level key, and waited for the elevator to arrive at its destination. As the door slid open, Eric stepped out, making his way towards the hotel's doors. As he did so, man carrying a gun bumped into Eric. (OOC Yes, Led. Sorry for the controlling, but, mleh.) Eric looked at him oddly, as he walked to the elevator. Eric's new eyes shone after the man, leaving the vampire with an odd impression on the guy. Eric called for a taxi as he exited the hotel, getting in. A few minutes later, he had arrived at an electronics store. He asked for the taxi driver to wait, then quickly walked in. Eric, not knowing the differences in laptops, grabbed one, and bought it. The money he had acquired, and was still receiving, for helping with medical research; a job he had done a few years ago to earn some more money. With the new laptop in his hand, he quickly came back out to the taxi driver. He hopped in, then directed the driver to take him back to the hotel. Upon arrival, Eric paid the man, then quickly walked back into the hotel. The whole trip had taken a mere fifteen minutes. Inside, the bright lights and shiny floor reflected brightly in Eric's new eyes as he walked quickly to the elevator. ----------------------------------------------- (What the fuck, Mike's character profile was in there for no fucking reason) ------------------------------------------------ Nick took his long black bag out of the trunk of his car and slung it over his shoulder. He left the car in a long line of other vacated cars. It appears his target was here, in Chicago. Going against the general flow of the people, he walked toward the mist a ways off. Nobody seemed to notice the clancking of metal in his bag, or the glow of his right eye. They were preoccupied with other matters. He should be too. He didn't like this mission. Ransaking an armoury.. Hmph. Well, he would terminate his target, and go back to killing demons.
And there's another six pages, covering half of the RP. This shit is looooong.
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OOC: Just by chance, I happened to read Death's post and how his character thought Azura would prove hostel to him.
*Glares left, then right*
Only if we're talking the Quentin Tarantino flick. Moving on...
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"Hmmm? What's that? Some guy just came in on a bus and he's the only one on it? Huh... That IS weird. Well, do what you do best, then. Heh heh heh heh..."
On a point of reference, this was not a phone call, per se. It sounded like one, but that required that the wicked-sounding fellow with the Joker-voice was talking ON one. Instead, he had sort of a fleshy cord that was protruded from the wall in the room, which he let got of a moment later. Afterwhich, he changed channels on one of the TVs to watch. This was going to be good...
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Zachery, Riding Into Cook County>>>>>
The bus was now pulling into the Chicago area. If the runner from several miles back was still chasing, it was going to be a while before it caught up. That much seemed fortunate. The problem was that he had otherwise been spotted by somebody else, and was about to be acted upon. From around the corner of a building, it came, and anybody driving behind the bus would suddenly panic and go somewhere else. Something that moved with relative speed and quiet was in pursuit. If Zachery looked at the moment, he'd've seen a blotch of something dark-red on his side-view mirror at the next turn. Then...
BAM!
Something dent-worthy hit the side-back of the bus on the left side. Looked like a thick tentacle.
BAM! BAM-BAM! BAM! BAM!!
Several more successions of same, and then said tendrils grew nine-inch claws to dig into the rear of the bus, followed by...
CRUNCH!!!
Observers in the back area - if anyone was courageous or stupid enough to be watching at this point - would note a Macabre attacking and then latching itself to the rear of Zachery's bus, followed by ramming its multi-faced ugly bulky mass into that rear, doing severe harm, like being hit by a mack truck. You won't be buffing this one out, Zach. Looks like it was trying to bust into the vehicle itself from the back of the bus.
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Taxi Time!>>>>>
Myyah, Kranford, and Ava were having somewhat of an alright ride. The driver was a bit reckless, but he sort of had to be. Some sort of panic on the road today. Must've been another demon passing by or something. He was playing music from Boston and, for some reason, had nitro-engines for his cab. No, don't ask. If he wasn't asking about the two assassin-types and one alien, then you weren't asking about the cab (stolen), his origins (San Andreas), or if he was packing illegal firearms (Hell yes!). They were approaching the hotel from the back area - it was 50 feet away right now - when something popped open a sewer lid suddenly from under the car, knocking it off track and into a poll. The driver wasn't hurt. In fact, the driver was pissed off. He got out of the car and pulled out a zombie-special, a large double-barrel repeating shotgun, with torque that could make an elephant flinch. His opponent? A humanoid creature made entirely out of a dingy dark water.
"That was my car, foo'!"
The shotgun let of three blasts, making the 7-foot tall water-thing (Allip) stagger from the force of its entire body being force-rippled. This did not, however, seem to be actually wounding it. That's okay. The cabby just pulled out a grenade and threw it. It plopped neatly inside one of the creature's arms as it caught it, and then it was launched back as it flowed through and out the other arm, landing at the driver's feet.
"Aw, hell n-"
BOOM!!
Wasted...
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The People Just Arriving At The Hotel>>>>>
Jacob, Hughug, and whoever else were now here, were now safe, and were now in the lobby. They might've seen Leo just leaving or they might not have. They may have also seen Eric leave or return as well. It wasn't important, though, because they didn't actually know them anyway. The lobby was air conditioned and pleasant in comparison to outside, where things were obviously fucking dangerous. The receptionist was a relatively-young woman, who was looking rather peeved at things, but not so much that it broke her professional glare. Nothing strange about her. Just that she was annoyed, and otherwise not moving from that spot. Must've been a long shift. Anyway, the only thing going on here was apparently a long-distance shout of "Mon canard est en feu!!", which meant "My duck is on fire". Since this came from the kitchen and there were no further screams, it could be assumed that this was a mere cooking accident.
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Eric>>>>>
This is something one can only spot really well because he was a vampire, but did that store clerk behind the retail desk look a bit pale as he sold him the laptop? It just seemed rather odd. And come to think of it, the woman at the front desk, the receptionist, might've looked similar in that respect. Still, that's nothing to worry about just yet, The elevator dinged onto his floor and a man in a black suit with a pair of really awesome sunglasses was waiting there. He stepped aside to let Eric past, and then headed into the elevator to go downstairs. This in of itself was probably not suspicious, except that when the elevator reached the lobby, it was empty, and that there was a small package at the door of Eric's room. Okay... There was a note attached.
No, it's not a bomb. It's a white-noise generator.
Huh... What would he need a little black box of annoying static for?
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Hana>>>>>
Hana's pacing would be interrupted by a cold echoing voice in her head. It had to be in her head because the cat remained undisturbed.
"Why so anxious, now? Such a hurry for someone that isn't going anywhere. Then again, you COULD seek them out, couldn't you? But then, where would you be? Open. Vulnerable. It is hard to live where one is not secure. Mine is a safe place, however..."
Another contact made by way of mind, courtesy of Shizzerak. First to Gemini, then to Eric, and now to Hana. Who...what was this Shizzerak? Sometimes anonymous, other times giving away its identity. What did it want? Also...it mentioned "them"... The people she was going to see later? It sounded like the voice didn't trust Azura, which meant that it was aware of them. Was that in of itself a message, or a warning of things to come? If the voice was hostile, it could harm them all. On the other hand, if it was not so, then did that mean the group was hostile? That would be for Hana to decide herself.
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Nick>>>>>
Out on the streets, a few people might've taken notice of Nick, but not in the suspicious sense. More like...they didn't like him brushing past him. Some actually checked to see if their wallets were missing. But since he wasn't picking their pockets, there was no harm and no foul. The thing was, though, that after a while, walking the streets, people began to move past him faster, and then alot more so into a dead run as a few screams were suddenly heard. Something tall and hellish poked around the corner. Legs longer than it needed to be, this red-and-black beast was like eight feet up, with vaguely humanoid features. Oh, it had two legs, two arms, and a torso to fit them all. BUT...the hands ended in big saber-claws, the torso had a few random tendrils and teeth jutting from it, and the thing had no visible neck. Three skinless heads were mounted in front, howling in unison as as it gripped someone by the head. There was a hellish glow from its hand, and then the person was dropped, convulsing like flipping made as something started to tear from its body. Congratulations, Nick! You came into this town for some demon hunting and here's a soldier from the damnation army, recruiting troops for the militia! Oh, by the way, it DID notice you standing there, and decided to spit a fiery piece of brimstone at ya.
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The Rest Of the Hotel Business>>>>>
Leo would find that Azura's room was that of 726, and that it was much nicer than his, but only because the hitman got special treatment for all his stay here. Also, there was a small envelope addressed to Azura slipped under the door. One would ask, "Now, who knows that he's here?", but the answer was, "Alot of people, by now.", so really...there was no point even asking. Azura's room didn't seem to be tampered with in any way, and he didn't leave any guns around or anything. Come to think of it, what DID he use anyw- WHOA!! Ah ha ha ha ha... Leo would find the crushed body of a Cloaker behind Azura's bed. Looks like he DID have a visitor earlier.
Meanwhile, Azura was, himself, coming up on his trapped 'associate', whom he didn't even know yet. Lights were on again, and he found Gemini stuck in his web. Said web retracted, but a few of the apparent shadow-tendrils remained out in the open, just to conclude the fact that were his. Azura stood there a moment, hands in his pockets as he looked over the guy. Observation by shadow had determined that this guy talked to himself, and split apart from time to time, or that he was trying to. He smiled.
"You must be the guy they called me about. I'm Azura the Ebony Wrath. Follow me. I'm having us talk in my room. Follow me. We've still got something to handle here. Something just dug from underground and didn't try to kill anyone yet. I wanna figure out what to do with it."
Azura turned and walked the other way, going back to the hallway where he'd left the uhhh...Zerg thing. The creature had let off a nasty howl, and alot of glass had broken somewhere. Turns out, it was from the kitchen. Every piece of glass in or around the dining area had busted, and there was a cooking accident. That's right. The chef's cry of "Mon canard est en feu!" was Zas' fault. He would seen find a tendril with a hammer bonking him on the head from behind as Azura returned.
"When I say not to move, I mean don't break shit either. Now, if you speak english, tell me who and what you are. and why your here. You'd better be a part of the solution around here, or it'll be a problem...for you. Now, talk."
While doing this, Azura was working his iPhone, sending a quick message to everybody.
TO: Everybody on the list. FROM: Azura SUBJECT: The Meeting
My room, 726, and don't mind the dead creature body there. I was attacked earlier and I wanted to have a look at it later. Weird rubbery thing. We might have an inhuman guest as well, assuming I don't put it down as well. Looks like a Zerg from Starcraft.
OOC: And...that's everybody. Get to it! ---------------------------------------- Nick jumped to the side, avoiding the brimstone.
Opening his bag, he took out the .50cal, locked the barrel, and by the time he landed in a roll the machinegun was ready to fire.
Which it did. Repeatedly. Going from cover to cover, Nick fired at the monster. The pavement around it had been reduced to ribbons. He fired at the new spawn, not letting it grow or get away, then a burst at the 8 foot tall "recruiter". The smell of gunpowder surrounded him. There were times he liked his job. ----------------------------------- Jordan was last into the hotel with everyone else. He noted how people seemed to ignore what was happening outside, and how the alien looked so much like a typical human it was scary. He wandered around aimlessly for a few minutes, (staying close to the group) then took out his cell phone. He casually sent an email to the farmer which hosted his house, informing him that Jordan might need his weapons. Within thirty seconds, he received one from Azura.
TO: Everybody on the list. FROM: Azura SUBJECT: The Meeting
My room, 726, and don't mind the dead creature body there. I was attacked earlier and I wanted to have a look at it later. Weird rubbery thing. We might have an inhuman guest as well, assuming I don't put it down as well. Looks like a Zerg from Starcraft.
He looked up to see that John had received it too. Jordan commented, "Now that we have a location for this "Azura" person, and he or she wants to meet us, I suggest we go." Jordan found an open elevator and held the door, waiting for everyone else to get inside. ----------------------------- Zachary was ecstatic. The city of Chicago, which seemed to be little more than a pale shadow not all that long ago, was upon him. The buildings overshadowed his bus by massive amounts. He was, in a way, relaxing and preparing to stop the bus, but it seemed like fate wouldn't be quite that nice.
Something slammed into the bus, and damn did it damage the thing. The left side of the aisle no longer mirrored the right; instead, a giant dent had formed, and many of the empty seats were destroyed. Zachary glanced out the window to see what the hell it was. It was the macabre; giant, with multiple faces, and massive tentacles. To make things worse, it wanted to kill him.
Life is a bitch. It was before, and damn if things didn't get worse when the world ended. Now instead of conflicting with other humans, the survivors had to deal with the undead, the spawn of the underworld, and fucking bizarre things like that.
Zachary had to deal with a macabre. It had slammed itself into the bus again, and Zachary couldn't stop his body from moving as the inertia of his seat jarring reached him. Soon, it seemed like the macabre was done with the left side.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Zachary exclaimed, noticing the claws digging into the back of the bus. Again, his body shook as the macabre slammed into the back. He got up, grabbed his blade and unsheathed it. The demon wasn't going to leave him alone, that much is certain. So, taking the small period of time he could between the current attack and the next, Zachary drew upon his blaze.
His eyes flared red, then darkened as fire exploded from his chest and encroached along his body, moving from his chest to his arms, then sliding along the length of his blade. This was not the fire that people use on a daily basis. Zachary had long since gotten control of the temperature of his blaze, and he had long since understood that, to a certain extent, he could control what the fire burned.
His blade should have melted under the intense heat of his blaze. Zachary's body should be drenched in sweat under the sweltering heat. Neither of this was the case. Instead, his body, his sword was covered in black heat that would burn everything else, and Zachary was counting on it.
"This will be interesting!" Zachary shouted as he ran at the back of the bus, shifted his blade into both hands, and thrust his blade through the metal of the bus, at one of the many faces of the macabre... -------------------------------- Chopper's character profile for some reason -------------------------------- Kranford jumped out of the car and looked around. Suddenly his radio caught a signal.
"Hey Kran, it's been a while," said the voice.
"Howdy Chopper," replied the assassin. "We have a paranormal problem here. The water thingie that just spat out the grenade, can you deal with it?"
"Sure thing. You might want to get your stuff out of the way."
Kranford had only a short amount of time. He managed to extricate his duffels and backpack, as well as help extricate Myyah and Ava from the wrecked car, when three blue-green plasma bolts rocketed from one of the nearby high-rise buildings and sped towards the allip. (OOC: Yes, the bolts are infused and tracking the allip. And yes, Hev, I think I will jump behind that field of yours.) --------------------------------------------- "You must be the guy they called me about. I'm Azura the Ebony Wrath. Follow me. I'm having us talk in my room. Follow me. We've still got something to handle here. Something just dug from underground and didn't try to kill anyone yet. I wanna figure out what to do with it."
So this was the famous Azura that had caused him so much trouble. Eyeballing the tenticles that had until recently held him firly in place, he chuckled.
"Heh, I would say that you are not that frightening, but I should know otherwise. It is nice to meet you, the name is Jericho, people call me Gemini.... for obvious reasons...."
As Azura walked away, Gemini (pun intended) shadowed him, making mental notes. Or, one side of him was. "Formal confidence, maybe a slight sense of cockiness......." The other side had noticed a huge.... thing. It did look like Zerg, and Azura wasn't happy. He reached for his closest weapon, his Katana. "Here we go again....." --------------------------------- Hughug followed the human android into the lobby, and looked around. The scenery was a tad too bright and cheerfull for Hughug's tastes. He spotted a female receptionist in the lobby, walked toward her, and spoke in a casual tone. "Human. If you would, I wish to inquire about where a Mr. Azura is located at. He is supposed to be checked into this hotel." The human female did nothing but stare at Hughug, most likely wondering why she was just called a human by what looked like another human. She finally broke out of her trance-like state and spoke. "You and every other freak on the planet want to know. Why don't you ask someone else," She replied in a very annoyed tone. Hughug only smiled and spoke in a slightly grim tone. "Perhaps I should put this into words you can comprehend, human. Either you tell me where this Azura is, or I will make you half of by breakfast for tomorrow. Do you understand what I am saying now?" The human female quickly spoke in a rather frightened tone. "Room 726. Please don't kill me!" Hughug turned around, and started walking toward the stairs when he heard the room number. He was slightly dissapointed the human did not resist more, he was rather hungry again. He started up the stairs, at a pace much faster than the average human. -------------------------------- Myyah blinked, looking at the roof, then at the thing, then at the wrecked car and dead driver, and then facepalmed, before Telekinetically RIPPING this lamppost out of the ground and THROWING it with lots of force at the allip.
"You don't blow my ride, You don't blow my driver, and furthermore, You DON'T Try to kill me. ----------------------------------- Kranford had helped Ava out of the car with Myyah and the bags as well. She stood looking at the strange thing that had ruined their ride, driver and sincerely pissed off Myyah. Ava jumped back as she heard Kranford's remarks over the radio. She looked around, watched as Myyah threw a lamp-post at the thing. "Oh no. Not good." Ava muttered as she waited to see what would happen next. If the water monster did what it did with the grenade, she wondered what would happen with the lamp-post. Alexis quickly dropped her pack, raised her arms slightly and concentrated. She created a force field for protection and held it to fend off anymore attacks from the water creature. ------------------------------------ "Why so anxious, now? Such a hurry for someone that isn't going anywhere. Then again, you COULD seek them out, couldn't you? But then, where would you be? Open. Vulnerable. It is hard to live where one is not secure. Mine is a safe place, however..."
A voice echoed through hana's head. them? who are they? where is a safe place? thoughts rushed through hana's head. Hana stumbled to the bed and sat down. she repeted it over and over in her mind, but she couldn't make sence of it. hana got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge in the corner of the room. Hana grabbed her laptop and wrote down the strange message on microsoft word, saved it, and checked her Email.
TO: Everybody on the list. FROM: Azura SUBJECT: The Meeting
My room, 726, and don't mind the dead creature body there. I was attacked earlier and I wanted to have a look at it later. Weird rubbery thing. We might have an inhuman guest as well, assuming I don't put it down as well. Looks like a Zerg from Starcraft.
Hmm. was Hana's last thought before laying down to go to sleep. beside her hana could feel melody's soft breathing. ----------------------------- Jacob walked with Hughug through the hotel, trying to get his bearings, so as to find room 726. He figured that it would be on the 7th floor. So he went towards the door to the stairway where Hughug had gone to and began the climb, skipping every other step. After about 5 minutes of going up stairs, he reached the 7th floor. He looked around, the numbers all began with 7, and then proceeded in a growing manner. He walked along the hallway, and activated the cannon on his left arm, just in case he was walking into a trap. He reached room 726 and knocked on the door. ------------------------------- Jordan noticed that the others had used the stairway instead. He shrugged, then let some regular citizens into the elevator. Jordan waited until the elevator reached the correct floor, then calmly stepped out and made his way to room 726. He found the cyborg at the door, with his weapons appearing to be activated. Jordan assumed the cyborg had knocked already, and waited behind him for the door to open. ------------------------------- John had followed behind the freak perade for the entire events, completly dumbfounded by all the crazy stuff that was going on. Following them up to this Azura's (what a strange name) room he stood by himself behind the group, lost in half formed thoughts and total confusion.... ------------------------------- Zas-lhishaggo answered the human "my name is Zas-lhishaggo of the species Cy'teh and I have been on this world for 174 of this worlds rotations around its parent star and I have been exploring the galaxy for 837 254 500 of this worlds rotations around its parent star" his speech was filled with clicks and hisses as Zas-lhishaggo tried to speak the alien language "now I suggest you stop ordering me around or I will rip out your internal organs and skeletal system and use it as nesting material, also you have no need to tell me who you are as I can read your simple mind".
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The Wild Card
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SNAFU, Page 14 "Then you would already know, you hot headed thing, that you're close to getting your head off....." Gemini had caught up to Azura, and he was not happy with Zas' attitude. He spoke with clicks and hisses, imitating the creature. "Now, are you going to comply, or do I have to do this the painful way?..." -------------------------------- - FalloutJack,Aug 7 2008
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Leo would find that Azura's room was that of 726, and that it was much nicer than his, but only because the hitman got special treatment for all his stay here. Also, there was a small envelope addressed to Azura slipped under the door. One would ask, "Now, who knows that he's here?", but the answer was, "Alot of people, by now.", so really...there was no point even asking. Azura's room didn't seem to be tampered with in any way, and he didn't leave any guns around or anything. Come to think of it, what DID he use anyw- WHOA!! Ah ha ha ha ha... Leo would find the crushed body of a Cloaker behind Azura's bed. Looks like he DID have a visitor earlier. Azura's roomLeo slowly walked down the hall, moving his head up and down from staring at the paper and then checking the number on each subsequent door. "722... 724..." He said muttering with each pass, "Ah! 726," Leo said looking up from the scrap of paper. As soon as he rotated the knob, the door opened without any resistance. Slowly stepping into the dimly lit room he could see clearly that it was at least twice the size of his. "Nice..." Leo thought to himself moving farther into the room and flicking a light switch into the 'on' position. Before he moved any further he clicked a button on his watch, seconds later he checked his PDA. "Nothing out of the ordinary," he thought to himself reading the scan results, "Except..." He paused for thought at seeing a dense mass behind the bed from the readout in his palm. Leo tip-toed slowly over to the bed, he jumped around it, sidearm in hand.... Nothing. The monster carcass kind of nothing. Leo kicked it lightly. Again. Nothing. He turned to the door, still open, casually moving over to it he considered how easy it was to find his way into Azura's room, as it slammed he dialed the front desk. "Hello?" "Yes? Please hold," The same girl from before answered. While he was on hold he could vaguely hear the sound of some guy rambling about humans and breakfast and the girl whimpering (she left the phone off the hook). " *Ahem* What c.. can I do for you sir?," she asked timidly. "Yes, I'm calling from a Mr. Azura's room, seeing as I got in here with little effort I'd like to request that you do not give away my room number under any circumstances," he said firmly. The Lobby"Of course sir, your name.... room number? Ok, can do." She said keeping a close, subtle eye on the small group of misfits, several of whom each pulled various portable devices as they beeped in unison. "And um, sir?..." She continued before Leo could hang up. Back in Azura's Room"Yes?" He said putting the phone to his ear again. "I think you have company..."Understood," Leo said hanging the phone up slowly. After a quick inspection of all the amenities he had not received in his room, Leo looked at the PDA still in his hand. A new message from Azura, the girl was right. Clicking the center button the message from Azura displayed as follows: - Quote:
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TO: Everybody on the list. FROM: Azura SUBJECT: The Meeting
My room, 726, and don't mind the dead creature body there. I was attacked earlier and I wanted to have a look at it later. Weird rubbery thing. We might have an inhuman guest as well, assuming I don't put it down as well. Looks like a Zerg from Starcraft.
[/i] "What the hell is Starcraft?" Leo muttered audibly. Switching applications on his phone he went back to the readout, the full hotel scan had been finished for a while now. On it he could clearly see blips moving slowly around and around the stairs, some in the elevator. A three dimensional view quickly showed them converging on the 7th floor. "Dammit," he uttered as he ran and locked the room door. He stood at attention, not even 2 yards from the door. - Jacob
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He reached room 726 and knocked on the door.
The door banged with a heavy thump. An immediate scan through the thin wooden door revealed a heavy concentration of metal, breathing metal. "Who is it?" Leo said through the door, mimicking Azura to the best of his ability. Not that it mattered anyway, he was fairly certain that none of his 'coworkers' had communicated with him beyond his periodic messages. Leo held his plasma sidearm tightly, but looking at the scan again he saw more blips grouped outside. Leo tapped on something underneath his sleeve, his vibroblade began to heat up. Underneath the same sleeve his force pulse generator, connected to his wrist, whirred to life. "Call it paranoia, call it whatever you want," Leo thought grimly to himself, "but I'm sure as hell not dying now, and not from some hunk of junk and his friends."------------------------------------------ Jacob felt the doorknob, it was locked, so he let it go. He activated his enhancement system. The initial start up caused the wall that he was standing by to begin to crack. His pupils dilated to the point of making his entire eyes black, and his body showed multiple spasms as the plugs entered his body. He then activated the cannon on his right arm. With both of his cannons activated. He stood directly in front of the door. He spoke in a commanding voice. "Open the door. Or I will remove it by force." ---------------------------------------- Eric sighed as the door to the elevator slid open. His new laptop was in a bag he had also purchased at the store. I think I overslept... Eric thought, shaking his head. A bell dinged, and Eric stepped out. A large man stepped aside to let Eric pass. Eric nodded to the man, thanking him. His hand still on his head, Eric walked to his door. Something was sitting on the floor in front of his door. Eric froze. A package? He hadn't ordered anything. And Eric hadn't had a good enough friend to receive packages from for years. Nor would they be able to find him, even if he did. Eric looked at the curios object on the ground. A note was attached to it. "No, it's not a bomb. It's a white-noise generator."Eric blinked at the note. "A white-noise generator? What's that?" Eric muttered, picking up the package. It didn't seem threatening, and Eric liked a little adventure. The vampire unlocked his room, then went in; holding the box. He shut the door, then locked it. Eric sighed, setting his new laptop and the package on his bed. He took a shower, then after getting dressed, went back to his room. Eric didn't bother opening the package, not really feeling interested in it. What Eric was interested in, was the strange new device he had just purchased. The button popped as Eric pushed it in, unlocking the laptop's lid, and pulling it up. He pushed a random button, hoping something would happen. Nothing did. Eric hit another one. After a moment, the screen began to glow. Eric grinned. Eric spent an hour or two messing around with the computer. He had even bought a "Wi-Fi" attachment for it, so he was able to access the Hotel's internet. Eric spent some time surfing the web, entranced with the world he had been missing. When he saw an add for a car, he clicked on it. Maybe its time I got myself something to travel in, other then a taxi. he thought. A black bullet bike popped up on the site Eric was looking on. Interested, he clicked on it. It was new, rather "shiny", and within how much money Eric had. It had a dark tanish color along with the black, giving it a strange look. Interested, Eric clicked on the link to it. He spent the next while reading through it, and looking on a map of the city, looking for a place that sold one. ------------------------------- Nick!>>>>>The high-caliber ammunition cuts into the flailing mass of mutating body and shreds it before it has the chance to complete itself. This is a good thing, because while it leaves one helluva mess, it also gets the job done and stops the beastie from getting a playmate. Speaking of...the tri-headed demon was in a crouch when Nick shot at it, so some of the bullets hit...but some of them missed as well. This was because the bastard suddenly put those long legs to good use. Sucker was built like a basketball player, so OF COURSE he could jump...about twenty feet into the air, where he then came crashing down, trying to stomp Nick into the pavement! AAAAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Zachery!>>>>>The sword was so fucking hot that it didn't even seem as though the metal of the back of the bus was even an obstacle. So, why would red flesh be any different? As soon as Zach stuck it in there, he would feel a jolt like something moving back suddenly. The blade had gone into the Macabre's face - one of them - and it had lurched back in mid-air, letting out a grunt of surprise, and then a multi-mouthed howl of pain and anger. Granted, these suckers were like elementals of pain, but searing-hot swords that cut, blister, and cauterize flesh still HURT. The floating sphere of flesh spun and then swooped down to drop itself on the top-back of the bus with crushing power, followed by a number of flying side-swipes to try and knock the thing over! This bastard wasn't gonna let him go! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Hana!>>>>>Technically, nothing happens after she falls asleep. Not TO her, anyway. However, the fact that someone beamed a freaky cold voice into her head and apartment should means something, and that something is...that she was being observed. It wasn't obvious, at first, because it was out of sight, but as soon as she was asleep, the lurker came down from the roof to peer in directly. Another one of those large brain-things with one eye and tendrils, much like the creature that attacked Leo. Was there a connection between it and Shizzerak? Well, that much was possible... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Water-Battle>>>>>The watery creature was starting to amble their way when a trio of loud plasma bursts - sounding sort of like SPAKWA! - sounded from overhead. The Allip saw the plasma coming and flowed off to the side in avoidance. One shot hit, exploding its body and raising some steam. The other shots were close, because of the aiming-sight, but it was tracking water. It couldn't be dead, however, because there was still liquid around in clumps and it reformed, just in time for Myyah to throw a lamppost at it...which was CAUGHT. The Allip just reached out of its reforming mass and caught it. This was done because of the creature's ability to manipulate the pressure of its body. It wasn't just a creature made of liquid. It was BRUCE LEE made of liquid. Be water, he once said. So if you ARE water, then people around you are in trouble. For instance...the Allip suddenly spun the lamppost like a bow-staff, and then THREW IT at the direction the plasma had come from, with astonishing strength. And then... Well, let's be glad that Ava had put up a force field, because the creature THEN flowed underneath the taxi, became like a geyser with a hand, and lifted it up so it could pound down on the shield! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Eric, Surfing The Web>>>>>The vampire might not know this, but he was being observed. Maybe some latent senses would alert him to there being a presence somewhere around here, but as it was, He wouldn't find anyone, because the thing that was doing the observing was out of sight for a while. His web-surfing indicated that there was a dealership in town for what he wanted, but...a quick check with current data, news reports, and such like that would reveal that it was inside of the sealed-off area. The sealed-off area that was currently covered in fog, which nobody had heard any reports from lately. Ah well. Anyway, his observer was now more out in the open, looking through somebody else's window on another floor. It was a brain-thing, probably aware of his movements, but not acting on them. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Shenanigans and Hotel Stuff>>>>>The actions of the foursome that was making its way to Room 726 was reported to hotel security, and now the police would probably be looking for Hughug later. That's...one star for you, pal. Nothing happened in the immediate future, though, as they got up to the seventh floor and demanded to be let in. Unfortunately, it was not being handled in the best of ways. From the looks of things, Azura was going to have to pay the hotel for damages to the room when this was over. Meanwhile, back TO Azura, there was a distinct problem on their hands. A damn Hydralisk, or what LOOKED LIKE one to the hitman. Yes, he'd played Starcraft, and NO, he was not on World Of Warcrack, thank you. Azura paid Gemini no neverminds, because he wasn't making a problem. Zas was the problem. Azura had told him to speak, and now...he wished he would shut up. God, stop mangling the language! That noise is hurting the ears, you idiot!Two things caught his attention, though, from that mass of clicks and noises (The likes of which almost guaranteed that the heaviest of accents in the human language sound better). The bug was threatening him and insulting him by calling him simple-minded. Well, we have got a surprise for YOU, bug-man! A quick scan of Azura would reveal...the psychic-equivalent of static. Doing the same to Gemini? The same. That chef who complained that his duck was on fire? Clear as a bell. But HE...was a weak-minded asshole. Azura, Gemini, and probably all the people he would be meeting with soon would not be readable. Static, no transmission. Why? Willpower. Zas would get a mental door in his face every time from the PCs of this story. D'oh... But hey, that wasn't the worst part. Not at all. You see... Azura was now...angry. The man in the white suit crosses his arms while looking at the creature, and then Zas would see...shapes coming out of Azura's own shadow. Thick as a tree-trunk and splitting off into three heads, there was now a trio of serpentine shadow-things coming up from behind Azura, flashing dagger-like teeth and letting off a thick meaty growl at the alien critter. They were big enough and strong enough to bite nice big chunks out of Zas. You do not, EVER, threaten the hitman. And especially...not this one. "We can do this one of two ways, Zasz... There will not be a third option, because that involves defaulting to Option #2, where I don't give you any more choice. Now..." He was speaking perfectly calm, by the way. Angered, but definitely NOT raising his voice except for emphasis. "Your two choices, because I'm feeling exceptionally generous, is life or death. If you choose death, I will kill you, because that makes you a part of my client's wishes to eliminate threats to man. If you choose life, then you are making a promise to turn whatever arsenal you have against the unnatural creatures roaming the land, and not human beings. If you try to harm anyone I work with, or anyone I'm trying to keep out of danger, I will resort to Option #2 and and tear you apart with claws bigger than the ones you have." A slight pause, and then Azura now smiled. "Now...think carefully, and tell me how you want to do this." -------------------------------- Leo heard something, a buzzing or a whir, it didn't matter what it was. If whoever was wielding it really wanted to get in, it couldn't be very harmless. Leo made a gesture. On the other side of the spectrum, a portal enveloped the doorway. A second one opened up behind the group, specifically the cyborg. "Watch where you fire that thing," Leo yelled through the wall with a slight chuckle, "I'll ask again, 'Who is it?'" he said much more seriously, going through his weaponry, looking for something suitable to deal with his guests. Leo dialed his PDA to call Azura. No answer; it must have been on silent. He sent a message to him. From: Leo To: Mr Azura I have some company at your room, they want in. The violent type of 'in'. ----------------------------------- Myyah seemed to be fiddling with something now, fiddling with something built into her gauntlets, then, something strange happened, the golden glows of her armor turned a dark purple, freaky, her eyes started glowing dark purple as these purple energy waves becan pulsating all over her body, she was now wrapped in Dark Matter Armor, as she promptly aimed her Dark Matter Cannons now and proceeded to open fire upon the Allip, Dark mode allowing her to have an obscene firing rate, and basically spray a whole area with blasts, ala supression fire from a machinegun. ------------------------------------- -Chopper- Chopper saw the lamp-post flying at him and jumped out of the way. A volley of several more infused plasma bolts rocketed towards the allip. This time the bolts would be more than capable of destroying a fully-armored tank. Deciding that his buddies down below needed some more help, he popped a force bubble around the taxi as well to keep it from crushing anyone. (OOC: Why oh why did I not give this guy hydrokinesis? Chopper is well out of the way of that lamp post) -Kranford- Kranford could do only one thing if the allip got past the barrier, which would be to use his neural gauntlet. The glove started to crackle with electrical energy just waiting to be released. (it is only released when Kranford wants it to be, not before or after.) -------------------------------- Jacob heard the voice from inside the room, though much clearer now, asking who he was. "I am Jacob, and if you do not allow me entry, then I will enter by force. I have clear orders from the United States army to locate a person known as Azura, and evidence supports that he is in this room. Now open the door." Jacob said. His cannons still aimed towards the door. --------------------------------- Zas-lhishaggo began to laugh, it was a horrible sound, a sound so alien that human ears could not hope to truly process it, he laughed like someone who had lost all traces of his sanity, Zas-lhishaggo then tore out some parts of the walls surrounding them with his mind, then he lifted the rubble and other objects again with his mind while acid and flame dripped from his mouth, then he spoke the mirth from his laughter still in his voice "so I finally meet one of the humans I’ve heard so much about, this is truly an interesting day" he paused and lowered his head, then he spoke again, all the mirth that was in his voice had disappeared replaced by hatred "it appears you’ve left me no choice in the matter, I will join you" Zas-lhishaggo looked up and stared directly at Azura with all eight of his eyes studying him and waiting for his reply. ----------------------------------- Gemini looked on as shadow beings engulfed Zas, oddly the thing simply joined with Azura, but his brother still called for a fight " Come on! Try and get me you piece of heelium and dirt! Just see if you can catch me. I will slit your throat and watch your black blood flow from you!!!!!!" Gemini stopped and winced, "I.... I am sorry, it's my brother" " (Cough) Hell no you are not sorry (Cough)" "Y...yes I am" " He is a piece of alien filth made of hot air and dirt, and not the Jack Sparrow sort of dirt either..... kill him, you know you can" "No, I won't, he doesn't have to die. And I can't, he's too strong" " PISH POSH! LOOK AT HIM! HE PINES FOR DEATH'S GRASP! " "NO!" Suddenly, but not too fluidly, he felt himself split. He did somehow, and he looked at his brother, his katana raised. " Do I have to do this myself?" "You will do nothing." His dark side lunged at his light, he was fighting himself once again. -------------------------- John was flabbergasted at the lack of social skills of the cyborg Someone really needs to teach this killbot some proper etiquette. John thought as he walked up behind the cyborg. Smacking him really hard in the head with the back of his hand John hissed to the cyborg "You idiot, didnt your creator ever teach you to fucking knock?" Stepping away from the homicidal cyborg John then yelled at the door. "Would you kindly open this door? Ive flown all the way from Germany, got attacked by....actually I have no idea what the hell attacked me" John added before continuing "Now Im traveling with the cast from some Fucking B-rated scifi and all this shit happend because the guy from this room told me to come here. NOW WOULD YOU KINDLY OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR BEFORE I LOSE IT!" John screamed. Turning around he stormed to the back of the group and whispered under his breath "Warum ich?" --------------------------- Jacob heard John mutter in German as he headed to the back. "Because you followed us here, that's why. And I did knock on the door." Jacob said. He looked back at John, then saw the portal behind the group. "What is that?" -------------------------- Hughug opened his mouth and let out a nice loud sigh. He then turned to John and spoke in a pissed-off tone. "Cease human. Shut up, stop yelling. I do not care for your reasoning, the person behind the door should be able to hear you with a regular talking voice. And YOU, Mr. Android blow up the world, STOP. Cease, DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT 200 YUGYACKS. Stop trying to blow up everything that you do not like. Do you both understand?" Hughug then faced the door and spoke. "Mr. Human person, could you open the door before more vile reptilian creatures attack? They are becoming a nuisance." ----------------------------- "Am I the only one who sees the swirling vortex?" Jacob asked, pointing one of his cannons at it, seeing as his fingers were not usable at the moment. "And also, I'm doing what I was trained to do. This is standard procedure." Jacob said, and walked over to the portal.
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SNAFU, Page 15 Leo listened to them bicker outside, pivoting his head back and forth. "Ok!" He said, "I'll let you in, on one condition," he continued as a small, black portal opened up in the midst of them. "Drop whichever device you received Azura's message into the portal. If I find his message, you can come in. Alright?" Leo said through the door. -------------------------- (IC) Jordan stood back while the cyborg threatened and people spoke from inside the room. Someone answered from inside, and a hole opened in midair. They were told to place their email devices in the hole. Jordan shrugged and dropped his cell phone inside. Afterwards, he stood back and waited for the others to go in. ------------------------- Hana turned over in her sleep. She had an odd dream rushing through her head.She dreamed of waking up to see a large creature looking directly at her. she pinched herself to ensure herself that she was still asleep. to her horror, she felt the pain. Hana screamed. Windows and mirrors shattered around her, showering her and the creature in small shards of glass. Clear tiny knives tore gently through her skin, causing small crimson droplets to well up on her pale flesh. The creature however, seemed unaffected. --------------------------- He glanced over his shoulder again. No one. Eric couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. With a shiver, he turned back to the computer. There was a dealership that had the bike he was looking for, but it was in a closed off area. Eric sighed. It was always one thing after another. Starting another search, he looked around the surrounding cities. One city, had one. It was a ways away from Chicago, though. With a sigh, Eric wrote down the address, then closed the laptop. He didn't need to stay in Chicago, after all. Maybe he'd come back after he got the bike. Eric spent the next little while collecting his things, and using the bathroom. As Eric placed his things in his pack, he paused. The strange package sat on the floor, next to the bed. Curiosity came over Eric, as he stared at the strange black casing. He bent down, opening it. Lifting out an object, that seemed like (lacking description. Bla bla, ah well.). After fiddling with it for a while, Eric placed it back into the box. He threw it in his pack with everything else. - - - - The vampire walked quickly across the lobby, and signaled for a taxi when he got outside. As the taxi drove up, a dirty man with a half shaven mustache stuck his head out of the window. "Where ya be needen' to go, young man?" He asked with a strange accent. Eric reached into his pocket, and pulled out the address of the dealership. He held it out to the man, who snatched it greedily, and read the paper. "Yerr, I don't think I could take ya that far. Theres a bus stop right round the next corner, though, that ahta getcher where ya need to go, though." The man said, handing the paper back to Eric, and pointing in the direction of the bus stop. "Thank you. Well then, good day sir." Was Eric's reply. The taxi driver nodded, then drove off to find another customer. Eric followed the man's directions, and found the bus stop, just around the corner. One other person was at the bus stop, sitting on a bench. A handout bucket was nailed to the bus sign, with the list of the buses stops. Eric took a paper, and studied it. The city is seventeen stops away from the current one, Eric concluded. With that, he sat down on the bench next to the other person, and waited for the next bus. - - - - The door folded, and opened. Several people got off the bus, and headed for the hotel. Eric and the other person got on the bus, after they got off. The bus was nearly empty. Five people were in the bus, excluding Eric. The person from the bus stop, an old lady, a fat, dirty man with his face pressed against a window, asleep; two teenagers sitting in the back of the bus, and the bus driver; a plump lady with long, black curly hair. Eric made his way to the back of the bus, sitting a little way away from the teenagers. The sleeping man was across the isle, and two seats up; the old lady three seats in front of Eric. With a loud intake of air, the bus driver closed the door with a push of a button, and began the drive. - - - - A long while later, Eric hopped off the bus. He sucked in a breath of city air, happy to be out of the bus. With a quick look around, Eric happily trotted off to find a taxi. The yellow car pulled up to car dealership, the driver thanking Eric as he paid the driver, and got out. Eric thanked the driver in return, and walked off. The dealership was rather small, with new and used cars. A plump, cheerful, middle age man happily ran up to Eric as he entered the main building. "Why, hello there young sir! How may I help you?" He cheered, grabbing Eric's hand and shaking it. He had on a bright yellow, checkered shirt, with brown pants, with out pockets. Eric's arm wobbled oddly, as the man shook it. "Y-yeah." Eric stuttered, the shaking messing up his speech. The man stopped shaking his hand, and let go, sticking his hands behind his back. With a smile, he waited for Eric to answer. The vampire reached into his pocket, pulling out another piece of paper. It had the name of the bike, and the address of the dealer ship on the back side. Eric pointed at the bike's name, saying "Do you still have one of these?"The man looked at it, then in a moment, jumped in excitement. "Oh yes, yes! That! No body seems to like motorcycles much any more. But come! Its right this way." The strange man cheered. He hobbled out into the parking lot, and ran to the far side. Eric followed the man with long strides, trying to keep up with him. The bike loomed into view, parked next to a large red truck, that looked like it was from the twentieth century. The man hobbled to the bike, and patted it proudly. "Here it is, my good sir! On sale, too! Ten percent off!" He boasted. He launched into a prepared speech, showing off everything the bike had. Eric patiently waited, his arms folded; pretending to be interested in what he had already read on the internet. Once the man was done, he leaned on the bike with his elbow, propping his large head up. "So, whatdya think? Want to take this beautiful machine home?" He cheered, again. Eric nodded, not sure what to say. The man jumped into the air, clapping his hands excitedly; a feat Eric didn't think he could achieve. The man turned, and ran off to the main building again, calling over his shoulder, "Come my boy! Let's sign those papers, and get you the key!" Eric wordlessly followed the man. - - - - A short while later, Eric was on the bike, cruising down the streets towards the edge of town. He didn't know why, but he felt like going back to Chicago. The wind blew against the plastic shield in front of Eric. He also had some goggles the dealership man had given him. They were black, with reflective yellow lens. He said they were "built to protect your eyes against weather of any kind." They seemed like cheaply manufactured goggles to Eric, though. He would just have to find a store that sold better ones. The buildings got more spaced out, and smaller and smaller as Eric reached the edge of the town. Eventually, they disappeared. Open farmland took their place. Eric left the small town behind, beginning the long drive to Chicago. He checked his gas, making sure it was completely full. - - - - Eric was uneasy. He hadn't passed more then two cars for the past hour. He hadn't seen a single animal, either. And he still had the strange feeling he was being watched. With the sudden uproar of demons and fairy tale creatures, Eric was getting shaky. The sun was blocked out by gray storm clouds. It was probably going to rain soon. Eric was still new to driving, having to bribe the man at the dealership to allow him to buy the bike without a license. If it did rain, Eric didn't trust himself to be able to handle the wet tires and road. Thunder boomed in the distance. The sudden loud sound made Eric jump. His arms were shaking, now. A minute ago, he could have sworn he saw something large, gray, and bony moving out in one of the fields. With a loud screech, something leaped out of the bushes at Eric. Terrified, he turned away from it, trying to dodge it. The creature missed him, barely; catching the back of the motorcycle, and sending it spinning into the brush on the side of the road. Eric jumped off of it, portaling into a bush, and landing hard. He rolled about twenty feet, then finally stopped. He pushed himself up, coughing out straw. Then he quickly jumped up, ripping out his short-sword. Glancing around for the thing that hit him, he ran back towards his bike. He bent down, inspecting it. Amazingly, it was almost completely intact, apart from a large scratch on the back. The teenage vampire looked up, glancing around. Something twitched in the bushes, the a gray blur jumped out at Eric. Swinging his sword up, and ducking, Eric caught the bottom of the creature; though it caught his back. Eric collapsed onto the ground, his back bleeding. Adrenaline shot through him, blocking the pain. The alchemist began portaling around, in random patterns. He slowly began moving towards the beast, then when he was close enough, sank his sword into it's skull. It screamed in pain, shaking its huge head. Eric was thrown off; his sword breaking in two. With a thud, and sliding a few feet, Eric smacked into the beginning of the farm land. With no weapon, apart from the handle of his sword, he turn and ran. He could hear the creature pounding behind him as he ran, gaining on him quickly. Eric got across one patch of farmland, due to his enhanced speed as a vampire. A small grove of trees loomed up ahead, marking the 4 point corner of four acres of farm land. Desperate to lose the creature, Eric ran into the grove of trees. He could hear the thing run after him, into it. Finally, Eric gave up. He couldn't out run it. He would just have to face it head on. (OOC This post is Hugeo. I don't want to stretch the page, so I'll make another post.) ------------------------------ The large, strange creature pounced at Eric. It was at least three times as big as him, ran on all fours, and seemed gray and boney. In fact, from what Eric could make out of the blur that launched itself at him, it was simply gray bone. The creature was about to land on Eric. He portaled up, and back, then up onto it's head. He slashed at it with his broken sword hand, and inhuman agility, before landing on it's back. The creature, confused, clawed at it's bony head as it looked around for Eric. Then, when it noticed him on it's back, it swiped at him; rolling over as it did so. Eric jumped back, his feet landing against a tree. Eric pushed off, flying towards the creature. It's rib cage was open, and Eric landed inside of it. Breaking off several limbs with his landing, he slashed at the spinal cord before falling through the broken bones to the ground. Then, the ground collapsed. - - - - Dust, rain, and rays of sunlight cut through the darkness. Eric sat in a large, round hole, rubble and dirt around him. Something moved in the darkness. The creature was stunned, just like Eric, though not down. The alchemist jumped up. The creature snapped its bony jaw repetitively, waving its head back and forth. When it spotted Eric, it leaped across the cavern; which was about ten feet in length, and about fifteen feet up; though the hole into the cavern was only about twenty feet in circumference; giving the creature little room to run around in. Eric braced himself, as the claws of the creature closed in on him. Just before it hit the vampire, he pushed against the floor, jumping towards it's ribcage. With the combine force of the creature's weight coming down, and Eric's jump, the force of the blade catching it's jaw was enough to slice through it; though it broke off the rest of the bit of the sword that remained. The creature howled, as best as it could with a split jaw. It wobbled around the cavern, dizzy from the pain. It's holes where eyes normally would have been locked onto Eric. It howled again, then leaped the fifteen feet out of the hole, and disappeared. Eric stood still, panting. He was still clutching the handle of his old short-sword. After a while, the creature still hadn't returned. Eric collapsed onto the ground, thinking: W-what was that? I know there's demons and what not around, but out here? In farm land? And I've never seen that thing before...With that, he collapsed on the dirt floor of the cavern, asleep. - - - - A bug crawled on Eric's face. He twitched, trying to wipe it away with his hand in his sleep. The bug persisted, crawling into his nose. Eric woke with a start, quickly trying to snort the bug out. The sunlight that had shown through the hole was gone, replaced by moonlight. Shakily, Eric stood up. He walked over to the hole, looking up. The stars shown brightly in the sky, with a full moon with them. The rain clouds were gone. Eric sighed. He was going to have to portal up and out, and even though that didn't take much energy, he wasn't in the mood for it. His gaze fell back to the hole he was in. Dirt and rock, along with some grass, littered it. The ground was flat, and made of dirt. The hole didn't seem natural. The walls and floor were too smooth; plus the location of the hole, just a few feet underground, wasn't very natural. There were ways in, or out, of the cavern, other then the hole in the top. Eric's gaze fell to the far wall. A small metal crate was sitting there. He hadn't noticed it before. Curios, he walked up to it. It was rather large, about six feet long, and at least two feet wide. There was no lock on it, and the steel case was plain. Some dirt sat on it, along with some grass. Eric popped the lid. He blinked, looking at the contents oddly. A large sword, sat inside, laid nicely in black packing material. A black, leather sheath was also stuck to the lid of the case. A note sat on the larger sword. Eric picked it up, reading it. Dear reader,
Do not lay hands on this item. It is a blade handed down through my family for generations. (OOC Bla bla bla. I really don't feel like doing this.) It is a sword of the Templars, and will always be so. Laying your hands on this blade without the owner's permission will leave you cursed. The year is 1996. If the blade is still here by 2010, then I relinquish ownership to the finder. (OOC Blarg. Man I'm so freakin lazy at this.) The sword looked like this.The blade was rather light for its size; though Eric didn't understand why the owner did not come back for it. He shrugged. It were his, now. With that, he put the sheath on his side, then portaled out of the hole. He walked back to the road, looking for his bike. It still sat in some bushes, on the side of the road. After some tugging, it came out of the brush. Eric sighed as he saw the painting was horribly messed up on his brand new bike. Pulling back to the road, he started it back up, and continued on his way, the creature not in site. - - - - The bike slowed as Eric pulled the break, stopping near the hotel he had been staying in the day before. He parked the bike in an old parking building, a block away from the hotel; before walking to it. Eric held the sword down at his side, making it seem as though it was an umbrella, something. If anyone asked, he would tell them it wasn't their business. His pack was slung over one shoulder, slightly damaged. When the creature had attack Eric, he had his bag on the back of the bike. Although it hadn't been damaged when it clawed his bike, it had gotten cut a bit from the landing. A few papers were damaged, meaning Eric would have to redraw them on new paper. His mortar and pestle had remained undamaged, wrapped in their protective casing. Eric's ingredients that he carried with him had been lost, and needed to be replaced. Eric had some shopping to do. Again. And the lack of blood for the past day or two was getting to him; he would have to get some from a stray animal tomorrow. The moon was beginning to go down, the sun on its way. As Eric walked into the hotel, the lobby was nearly completely empty. Only a few people were in it, most of them employees. The vampire stepped up to the counter, asking for a room. The employee handed him a key, looking half asleep. He stared at Eric's sword curiously, but tore his gaze from it when Eric thanked him for the room. "Yeah. Well, night." The employee responded, going back to resting his head on his hand. - - - - A bell dinged as the elevator reached the correct floor. Glancing at the key again, he made sure it was the right floor. He stepped out of the elevator, his sword knocking the walls nosily. He cringed as it did so, though luckily no one came out of their rooms to yell at him. Eric muttered the numbers of the doors as he walked past. "725.... 726.... 727... 728.... 729.... 730." Eric reached his room. He stuck the key into the door, turning it, then pushing on the door. The sword clanged against the walls again. Eric ignored it, walking in and throwing it on the bed before shutting the door. He flipped a light on, though he didn't really need it; due to his night vision. After a quick shower, Eric pushed the sword onto the floor next to the bed, dumped his stuff in his pack out onto the floor, then crawled into the bed, and fell into a long, deep sleep. --------------------------- Two katanas, equal to each other, were fighting upon opposite sides. Gemini vs. Gemini. Light versus Dark. Each lunging at each other, parleing and blocking. Dodging and attacking. They fought their way down the hall, his Dark side trying for overhead blows, and his light side bouncing from wall to wall to avoid them. Gemini would have to find some way to reverse his momentum, which served as the base for his attack power.... There, they moved their way through the loop of the hotel and were back at the front desk. There they had the trolleys that were used for suitcases. In a quick motion his light side spun upon the trolley, knocking his dark side out of motion and gaining kenetic energy. Now his light side was fighting on the offensive, but his dark side had gotten the IDW and shot at his brother, who dodged the beam. The lazer shot however had hit the front desk, obliterating it and sending the people by it flying, most likely killing one or two. "Sorry!" croaked Gemini as he lunged for the gun, splitting it. Now the fight would be at a distance, and much more destructive.... ---------------------------------- Ava held the field with hard concentration. Her head bowed slightly and her eyes shut. Thoughts tried to enter her concentration such as, "Why did I not perfect this ability? Why did I not work with it longer? Now what am I gonna do? Just hold this thing here until I can do so no longer and then we'll all be killed? I don't think so." Kranford stood near her, seeming to prepare for the meeting with the water beast. How DID one defeat water? Water was everywhere. Liquid. There were ways of getting rid of normal SMALL amounts of water, but this thing was neither normal, nor small. Ava glanced at her watch to see that there was still plenty of time, but time did not tick slowly here. It raced by without a care in the world. Her force field would hold. For now. Her other abilities were pretty much useless. What would she do, blow the thing away and hope it stopped bothering them? No. She could not air push the water thing away. She could however, hold the shield and hope that Kranford or Myyah thought of a successful way to defeat the thing. As she was thinking this, she raised her head a bit and slitted her eyes to see what was happening. Myyah. Myyah was happening. She had changed her appearance and looked all together more frightening. What was she doing? Only she knew that, but Ava wondered. She looked back down and continued to brace the shield. --------------------------------- Nick didn't see the creature jump. It was like it dissapeared. in a split second, his sensors indicated a liquid on his shoulder. He looked up, and saw the creature, 20 feet in the air. Blood was spraying from its wound. It aimed at Nick trying to stomp him into the ground. In a blur of motion, Nick rolled over with the machine gun pointed up. towards the sky. The creature fell, and like an artillary round, shattered the place where nick used to be only a second or two before. Nick's gun was pressed to the creatures body. There was no way it could dodge at this range. "Gotcha, bitch" Nick thought as he pulled the trigger. ------------------------------------ The macabre jolting back in pain, Zachary had expected. The brief moment between the macabre returning, on the other hand, caught Zachary by surprise. "What, is that i-" Zachary began, but was quickly cut off by the macabre slamming into the roof of the bus. He moved with the sudden motion of the bus, and quickly jabbed his sword where the macabre struck, yet the monster was gone. He fell down as the macabre slammed into the side. He got up, and began preparing to attack the thing, only to get knocked on his ass again when the macabre struck. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" He exclaimed, hopping to his feet and quickly slashing an opening at the back of the bus between the macabre's attacks. The bus began tipping, and Zachary bolted out of the damn thing just before it happened. From what he could tell, the macabre hadn't comprehended that he wasn't in the bus quite yet, so he moved in, and, sword blazing, stabbed at one of the demon's faces. Again. ----------------------- -Whisper and Sukavich- The two Basement agents had been staying in Chicago for some time now, so they were used to seeing the streets in pandemonium. What they weren't used to was mass-disturbances at a five-star hotel. They had been contacted by their boss to meet him here with the new gear. The two agents were at the hotel in their room with the goods when they heard a loud, piercing scream burst through the entire floor they were on. Whisper and Sukavich procured their weapons and ran down the hallway to the source of the noise. Deciding that they should check this one out instead of the disturbance below, they ran to the door of the room that the noise had come from. A quick punch from Whisper's force gauntlet sent the door flying off its hinges and the two entered the room. "Son of a bitch," were the only words the two agents could get out of their mouths when they saw the floating brain and the girl covered in glass. Whisper pulled his bow to full tension and fired one of his broadheads at the thing just as Sukavich fired his gauss rifle at it. Both projectiles sped through the air with more than enough force behind them to easily stop an elephant dead in its tracks. -------------------- Beams of red light were appearing everywhere his light side turned. He marveled at the way his brother could shoot, how fast he was able to reload. All while running as fast as he could away from himself. His dark side was firing away, intentionally not hitting his brother so that he could have fun with it. " Ha, dance my pretty, DANCE!" Running as fast as he could, he found a stairwell, and began to acend, however, his brother had caught the elevator and met him on floor number two. Rather than shoot him though, he decided to plow him through a door, where a young women with white hair was screaming in her sleep. "Uh....okay....crazy person." " Crazy gorgeous person, I can do with that....." His light side groaned, if there was something he had to be careful about, it was women. And it was for things like this that were the reason. Before his brother could do anything rash, he gentured for his dark side to remain quiet, then for both of them tiptoed out of the room. His brother obviously refused and it resulted in him being yanked by his colar while he continued to oggle at the screaming girl. Back outside, his brother shrieked at him. " Why do you always do this?" "Oh, you're me. You wouldn't know?" " That's it, this is going to be PAINFUL!!!" His dark side took out his katana and spun it like a propelor, knocking down every hall ornement and light in his path. His light side backed himslef to the end of the hall, there was no way to go. " Only one chance" He fired his IDW up, blasting the celing and all the floors above it to level six, then he shot his grappeling hook up, and launched himslef upward. "'Scuse, me, pardon me, button up your shirt, number four, .....ew...." Up at the top of his path, he unhooked and ran for it. " Find a way out, find a way out...." He saw another hook come up. " Baby, Johnny's back!" ----------------------------- John pulled out his portable and a USB memory stick. With a few taps of the screen a copy of the email was saved to the memory stick. Pulling out the stick he dropped it into the hole. No way in hell am I giving him this portable. John thought as he said to the door "Here's a memory stick with the message saved onto it, hope you have a computer in there." ----------------------------- Eric jumped up. The light was shining in through his window. It was early morning, the sun wasn't up in the sky that much. Eric yawned, glancing at the clock on the night-stand. 10:00. Maybe next time he should get a room without a window. Eric yawned again, getting up and off the bed. He never slept in the covers. He got ready for the day, then went downstairs into the lobby. He walked to the parking lot where his bike was, then started it up. The scratching on the pain, and the claw marks on the back of the bike were a lot more visible in the daylight. Eric sighed. He didn't have a lot of money left, but he'd like to get it fixed. With that, he turn and drove off to a repair shop. - - - - Eric yawned. He had stopped at a clothes store while his bike was getting fixed. The bike had cost twice as much as Eric had expected to get fixed; leaving him in an unpleasant mood. While at the clothes store, he had bought a pleasent looking black overcoat. Obviously Eric made sure it had a hood; he had a thing for them. It's coattails went down to just below his kneecaps, and he had put it on in the store's changing room. It fit snuggly, and felt very comfortable to Eric. Although, he would probably get rid of it by the end of the week. As for shoes and pants, he replaced his worn out sneakers, and bought black pants to go with the over coat. For a shirt, it was a simple dark gray T-Shirt with the words "Payless" in black writing on the front. Eric had tired to rub off the labeling, and had nearly succeeded. With the nice new change of clothes, and his old clothes now cleaned, he felt rather pleasant; despite the money it had cost. And, the repair shop had even given Eric a pair of nice yellow tinted glasses for his bike. An "apology" for the delay and cost for the bike. Just ways to get more money, though. Apparently, his bike had also had a "old rusty pipe" that needed to be replaced. Damn lying salesmen. Eric had thought when they pointed this out, and that it had to "be done before the rest of the bike was finished." Still, the comfortable clothes did put Eric in a better mood then he normally would have been. So as he walked up the stairs(no elevator;again), he had a slight smile on his face. His hood was down, but he had left the glasses on. They were comfortable. - - - - Eric sat down, eating a pop sickle he had bought from an ice cream store. He was sitting on a roof of a building by the hotel. Going back to the apartment wasn't really something entertaining, so Eric decided to stay out for a while. He had left his glasses on, and hadn't bothered to put his hood up. His bike was on the street below, parked next to the building. Eric's feet were hanging off the edge of the building, he sat their happily eating the Popsicle and swinging his feet. ------------------------ IC>>>>> Hana, Plus Basement Guys>>>>>The glass didn't bother the floating brain-thing with tendrils and an eye because all the shards bounced off of a psychic shield. You would need more than simple debris to actually get through it. The last one that came by was hit by its own ray-beam, but that was all due to some cleverness on Leo's part, whom Hana did not even know. It was probably disturbed by the degree of her voice. It wasn't the only one, though. Two guys suddenly busted in, saw the brain, and fired on it with some high-power weapons. Well, the bow would've been better if it weren't colliding with an energy shield, though the gauss rounds were throwing it back something fierce, playing havoc with the shield visibly, and drawing some brain-blood. Yes, the brain-guys bleed. In response, the wounded thing began to fire quick bursts of cold energy from its eye. Some of these were wild shots and hit the window frame for like a Sub-Zero effect (Mortal Kombat, yo). Others were definitely going in that window, and they might hit people if they were still in the way. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Nick>>>>>Nick had a decided point about not dodging. At close range, there really wasn't much you could do unless you were just plain faster. At this stage, though, the demon wasn't going to get out of the way of some high-velocity bullets. What it WAS going to do was let out a howl of pain from all three mouths as its body was torn into. Bullets weren't normally enough for a demon alone, but this was a converted humanoid running on the soul of a lesser hellspawn. It wasn't going to shrug off bullets like nothing. Instead, it was going to flail its arms wildly as Nick 'made it dance', attempting to beat him senseless while trying to resist croaking under the suggestive power of lead. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Zachery>>>>>The Macabre had, indeed, been lost in the moment of crushing the bus in a fit of rage. These things definitely had a temper problem. In fact, it was not until the moment right before Zachery came to take another stab at it that one of the eyes focused on him. This was right before it was stabbed, another multi-layered shout of pain was emitted, and the thing pulled back and out of the blade, another face burned and blistered. The creature rotated snapped its ugly teeth at him as a threat, and then brought out its tentacles, adding muscle to them and three-fingered claws, looking like it was holding a bunch of sabertooth tiger fangs. Flying at him, it began to lash these clawed arms at him 2-4 arms at a time, letting out multi-mouthed grunts of effort as it did so. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Eric>>>>>There were a number of strange people in this town, and Eric had somehow been oblivious to them all. He never got wind of the whole Azura thing. Never got a memo, never got a note. Or if he did...he didn't act on it. That is what the watchers had learned. Yeah, those freaky brain-things? Spies, mostly. You could tell. They had an eye, ESP, and could fly. What better a use for them? Well, that's why this vampire had been grabbing some attention. The watchers passed on their information and there was one who found this vampire's actions...curious. Thus far, even with a nudge from the secret agent man, personally, he hadn't twigged that something important was going on. Or he didn't care. One had to wonder which one of those it actually was.So, while he had missed the meeting of the minds and was now alone, isolated, and having had a run-in with a creature that wasn't even on the fucking payroll...a man decided to appear. Well, appear is inaccurate. He only stepped onto the roof from the stairs leading to it. A trenchcoated man, a man who stunk of death because he was very definitely rotting. No one had dared to get in his way, since he gave the people a horrific look as he ambled by. Now, this obviously-dead man came to stand behind the vampire. He reeked, and Eric was downwind. But...there was a definite sense here. Not a zombie or a ghoul. Not undead. Just a ragged puppet on a string, and soon...that string dissolved. Like something puncturing a tire, an arm ripped out of the body, and then another, tearing it in half and shedding it like a bloody stinking costume from Men In Black Nothing but bones, blood, and torn fabric would remain under the cloven feet of the monster that stood in the man's place. A LARGE MONSTROUS DEMON towered there. Ten feet tall? Twelve? Even Taller? Hard to say, exactly. The sun was on its back. But it was definitely something like a minotaur with cloven feet, a Baphomet-type demon, possibly old enough to be that biblical. Hell, it might've BEEN Baphomet. The low growl it made seemed like the purr of a tank engine, and this guy looked built about as badass, physically. The thick tail arched and fell slightly as its heavy brimstone breath heaved for a moment, as tearing apart a human body from the inside was rather exhilarating for the hell-demon. Then...it calmed down, placing its hands at about the hip-area, where the legs began. The grin it gave off as it spoke was not a pleasant one. Well...HE was in a good mood. We can't vouch for Eric's reaction. "Now, isn't THIS a sight? A vampire in the sunshine. I thought even you sun-immunes PREFERRED the night. No matter. It's not like we're going to be disturbed. Practically have the humans trained like dogs. They'll run..."There was a decided chortle there. It was so low in tones that no natural being could reproduce it. "Now then... I want to have a few words with you...vigilante. I could have USE for a sword-for-hire. Understand?"The last word was pronounced deliberately slow, as though to imply that if he didn't understand, there could be several poundings-worth of explanation involved. OOC: Shard, because you decided to whip off to next morning, you can't get interaction done with the others until they catch up. Fortunately, I have a very large minotaur. Say hello to Yazgrathe. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WATER!!>>>>>Kranford prepared to use his gauntlet if the shield went down. Fortunately, Ava was able to keep the pressure going, even while it was using a car as a club against them. The only thing with THAT was...something was tugging at the car when the Allip went to swing, so it took some of the impending oomph from the impacts. After that, there was a solid BOOM from Myyah's guns again, this time some darker piercing beams being involved. Generally, piercing attacks wouldn't matter much to a liquid creature, but the dark matter beams added a special gravitational edge. The FORCE of the blast was what suddenly blasted the Allip apart, dropping the cab on the ground. You could say it was vaporized, but that would happen ANY time someone blew it apart. It would be water vapor, as it was now. However, it was significantly dispersed to the point where it wouldn't reform and you...actually couldn't see the remains because they were tiny and all over the place. Of course, if another Allip happened upon the place, it would soak it all in and become much stronger. Not happening now. Just pointing that out. Anyway, the hotel was now open and free. Care to check in? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Hotel Will Have To Trade In Its Stars After All This>>>>>Leo appeared to be making progress, which was a good thing, considering how he had portals, guns, and technology to help him along. Unfortunately, all the power in the world couldn't get Azura to immediately pick up his iPhone, since he was busy with an alien creature that liked to wreak havoc with his ears just by talking. Okay, he may not have been deriving pleasure from it, but it was still annoying. Fortunately, the creature was seeing a little more reason now that he'd gotten to say hello to Azura's 'little friend'. "It appears you’ve left me no choice in the matter, I will join you.""I only gave you no choice because you were acting belligerent. You see, at the moment, I don't even have time to battle with aliens right now. This job I'm on is getting nuttier every second, and I know it's going to get worse. You'll understand later. Now, come on. We've got some people to freak out." He paused, then used a smaller shadow-tendril to place a "NOT A BOMB" sticker on one of Zas' claws, for good measure. The tendrils then all retracted, gone, leaving only the problem of...hang on. He paused, checking his text-message. Hmmm. Maybe he DID have some people to shock. That...was when Gemini suddenly lost it, fighting himself and running off. "Ah shit. Zas, follow me and try not to eat anyone. I swear I've got the craziest people to deal with around here..." He ran, rather quickly, but using his head so he didn't end up getting in their way or getting them to double-back on him, suddenly. Eventually, this led them to the lobby, where these two started shooting at each other now. The front desk blew apart, the lady behind it was dead, and people were panicking before they even SAW Zas. Azura pinched the bridge of his nose, then shouted... "KNOCK IT OFF!!" ...manifesting a pair of mallets on two shadow-tendrils, trying to knock some sense into these two, literally! This was turning out to be a very bad move, taking this job. He'd tell the client that, but contacting him was unlikely...and the world might end. Still, if anybody suddenly walked into the place, they'd see two identical men fighting each other, Azura using his power on both, and Zas.....being Zas. Really, there's not much more to that. It's just a really freaky scene. ------------------------- A bit of ice cream fell from the stick. Eric tried to catch it with his mouth before it fell, but missed. He watched it fall, then flinched as it landed on his bike below. "Ah, man..." He groaned. The scent of something horrid stench of something rotting, and Eric couldn't really smell any blood, if there was any, over the smell. "Ah, man! That stinks!" He shrieked, putting his had over his nose, and causing a little bit more ice cream to fall. Eric turned around, to see a strange trench coated man coming towards him. The smell came from him. Before Eric could get a good look at him, the man seemed to sort of, "explode". He morphed into a strange, giant minator like thing. Eric couldn't tell how tall he was, due to the light. He was suddenly glad he had kept the tinted glasses on. From what he could tell, though, was that it was big, it was bad, and it could probably eat Eric for breakfast. "Now, isn't THIS a sight? A vampire in the sunshine. I thought even you sun-immunes PREFERRED the night. No matter. It's not like we're going to be disturbed. Practically have the humans trained like dogs. They'll run..."There was a decided chortle there. It was so low in tones that no natural being could reproduce it. "Now then... I want to have a few words with you...vigilante. I could have USE for a sword-for-hire. Understand?"The last word was pronounced deliberately slow, as though to imply that if he didn't understand, there could be several poundings-worth of explanation involved. The vampire's face had been looking at the creature the whole time; confused and unchanging. The rest of his ice cream fell, watery and melted, onto Eric's bike below. With that, he popped back into reality. He scrambled up from the ledge, and hopped down onto the floor of the roof. Although trying to out run the thing was an option, Eric didn't really want to piss it off. Besides, it could be interesting. Isn't this what he had been wanting to do? Find out what that voice was? This seemed his best bet. "Alright, first off,We map prefer the night, but that doesn't mean we won't go in the sun." Eric correct the thing, his voice a little shaky. What the hell does he mean by "Vigilante", though?Eric looked up at the towering creature. A slight wind blew, ruffling Eric's long hair, his coat, and his sword. His hand twitched. He could try and kill the thing with his new sword. Eric quickly waved away the thought. That was just stupid. "Yes, I understand, although I'm a bit confused. How'd you know I was a vampire? Who are you? What are you? Why do you need me?" Eric blurted out. Those questions, and a million more, raced through his head. But, with difficulty, he shut his mouth, and with a deep sigh, waited for the thing's response. He hoped he hadn't pushed his luck.
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Zas-lhishaggo followed the human, the sticker the human placed on his claw was obviously a mini explosive, bah, this human uses this cheap trick to keep me in line, is the honor of a Cy'teh not enough he thought, the human would probably attack me if I remove it, but I cant take the risk of it exploding on me, I should gain his trust first before I remove it, Zas-lhishaggo then noticed the human using his shadow powers against those two look-alikes, using his Psychokinesis ability, Zas ripped the primitive weapons from the two look-alikes and pushed them both onto opposite sides of the lobby with enough pressure on their bodies to prevent any movement from the two humans as long as he kept using his Psychokinesis ability, "that should keep them from causing any more damage for awhile human who controls the shadows" Zas said. ------------------------- Myyah walked into the Hotel after the allip died, and noted the following scene, there was, what looked like a fucking zerg hydralisk, there, along with a person who looked like a mafia hitman, and two identicle twins beating the everloving crap out of eachother..wait what? Myyah noticed this, noticed the psychokinetic abilities, noticed the boys had their weapons taken away, but still created telekinetic barriers to block them off from eachother, just in case they pulled some crazy shit.
"BOYS!, Knock it off, you wanna destroy the entire freaking Hotel? and where the Hell did the Zerg come from? No, better yet, how come we got two supertwins beating the everloving crap out of eachother? Where's the man called "Azura" And WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" (When she raised her voice, one could have sworn it had an effect similer to a goddamn Banshee shreak) ------------------------ Jordan peered curiously into the hole in midair. Some of the others had dropped their email-receiving devices into it, and nothing else seemed to happen. The man behind the door stayed silent, and he assumed that he wanted all the other devices before letting them inside. Jordan quietly stood back and glanced at the alien, wondering what it would do since it wasn't "allowed" to come inside. Waiting for the others, he idly rubbed the scar on his hand. ------------------------- As Gemini's light side dodged the red beam that destroyed the desk and killed the lady behind it, his dark side scurried over to the recently-living woman's purse to check for anything useful.
"Lipstick, perfume, a card.....that would've been useful to me earlier......."
Suddenly, all of Gemini's weapons were lifted from him as if by an invisible hand. Then the pair were forced into a wall.
"Hey! What the.... OOOOOOWARGAH!!"
Two shadow mallets were slamming into the twins, one into each. This was an awsome sight, it seemed that whatever damage that one twin sustained was also mirrored in the second. Both looked very badly injured. A particular blow to the nads on his light side caused each to keel over and double up in pain.
"Hey....... I need those........"
His lightside heard a scream reminiscent of an eagle cry, but more evil and sinister. A purple eyed woman had asked what the Hell was going on and who was Azura. In retreat the twins became one again, and before Gemini colasped and passed out he said, pointing to the man with the shadow mallets:
"That man.......... is Azura......." --------------------------- -Chopper-
Chopper looked at the most recent of the explosions that had issued forth from the hotel across the street from him and saw the bleeding brain. He took a running jump and landed on the hotel roof, using his bio-regenerate to instantly heal any traces of injury. He made sure that he was positioned above the brain, attached his grapple to the building, and descended the line. The brain would never notice him; it was too busy spraying the room with its ice to notice the cloaked Yautja slowly descending towards it, a mind drain primed and ready. Physical contact was not needed, the brain only needed to be a short distance away before Chopper would make it pop. "Just a few more feet... and Bingo." thought Chopper as he started his mind drain.
-Whisper and Sukavich- Sukavich took cover as the brain started blasting ice everywhere, ducking into the bathroom. Whisper activated his dampening collar (it was set on negate, which would cause any ice blasts near him to fizzle out.) and ran like a lightning bolt to the girl and her kitten in order to rush them across to the bathroom as well. Turning on his thermal vision, Whisper saw the heat outline of the brain and something else nearby.
-Kranford- Kranford shut his neural gauntlet down and followed Myyah into the hotel. He let Myyah do the talking while he accessed his wrist computer and brought up a picture of Azura from the Basement database. He spotted the assassin with his shadow mallets. He approached Azura and tapped on his shoulder. "Azura, I presume?" he said. ----------------------------- Ava, after deactivating her shields, rotated her shoulder blades a bit to stretch out, then said to no one in particular, "Not even half a day on the job and all this shit happens? I picked a lovely job...." Her accent rang clearly and she picked up her bag while heading towards the hotel. Entering, she took note of yet another hectic situation and watched as the woman she was with before, Myyah, took to yelling at the bunch. Her voice grew louder and Ava cringed slightly. She put her sunglasses back on and then saw Kranford simply tap a man involved on the shoulder. "Well that's a different approach in an 'all hell broke loose' situation." She muttered under her breath. Alexis took another look around and glimpsed the front desk. Blown apart with the clerk dead. How charming.
Not knowing what else she needed to do, she pulled out her pistol and moved next to Myyah, wondering what the hell was going on. She was not going to shoot as of now, but it made her more at ease to know she held the dangerous cold metal in her hands. ------------------------------- Leo tapped his shoe on the ground impatiently as the host outside followed his demands. A cell phone and a flash drive fell into his hand. He checked the cell phone, the message was their. He hooked up the drive to his PDA. Also there. "Well, they're clean and the other guy is apparently an agent... with a cannon," Leo said as HugHug slipped his mind. Dropping the devices back in he said, "Alright, you can come in, but don't think I'm not watching you." The devices popped out of the rift and the one in front of the door faded away. It opened, "Waaaaait..." Leo said as he took a head count. -------------------------------- Hughug waited patiently for his human companions to drop their devices, and give them to the man behind the door. When the door opened, Hughug spoke and began to walk in. "Thank you for opening the door, friend of Azur...Waaaaait what?" Hughug tipped his head sideways in an awkward, and very obvious fashion. "Ah yes, you are probably wondering why I do not have a messege. The reason for this is that I am an alien, from the planet Bulenteni Mu that came to Earth in a freak transport accident. This android over here refuses to let me leave his sight, something about a threat to humanity or some other strange stuff. So, I am here until he decides to kill me brutally, or take me in for experimentation. Or until I leave via jumping out a window. Ah yes, my name is Hughug Rhu'kegn Cl-lei, but you may call me Hug." Hughug extended his hand in a hand shaking fashion. -------------------------------- John looked at Hughugs extended hand "Whoa hold on a minute! When you first met all of us you try'd to eat us but when you meet this psycho you offer him to shake your hand?!" John exclaimed "Dick....." he whispered under his breath as he squeezed into the room. ------------------------------- Jacob walked into the room, as he did, he deactivated his system, allowing it to recharge. He responded to the man who had opened the door. "You're also being watched." He said. After Hughug introduced himself, he turned back around to watch him. "Sir, if you would just shake his hand, I want him to go into the room while I'm watching him." ------------------------------- Jordan quietly recieved the cell phone back. He looked at it-it seemed intact. He pocketed it and followed the alien into the room, but he stopped dead when it politely introduced itself and offered to shake the man's hand. John yelled at it for being so nice when it was hostile earlier, and the cyborg seemed at ease with it, calmly keeping watch on the alien. Bewildered, Jordan moved out of the way and leaned against the wall, noting the presidental suite and expensive decorations. Azura must be a rich person, Jordan thought. ------------------------------ Leo accepted the handshake from the creature, "The name's Leonardo Tancredo, nice to meet you too," he said in an oddly calm tone considering what he just put them through. He continued to shake his hand for another couple awkward seconds, as soon as he knew HugHug was getting weary he stopped moving his arm, still holding onto him. In what seemed like an instant he twisted his arm around and spun behind him, his other arm stopped to the right of his throat, his Calescent Vibroblade extended instantly from his forearm, it had been fully charged in the time he had stalled them. "Ok, Huggy or whatever the hell your name is, I've seen enough crap already and know enough not to trust the supernatural," Leo said angrily, "So if you don't want to end up in two pieces you'll go ahead and show me your true form," he commanded. He looked at the other three, they were shocked, the one had his hand out in front of him still waiting for a handshake. Leo let go of HugHug and he stood up straight, "Get morphing space man," he told him. ------------------------------- John responded how any person with superpowers would responed to someone trying to kill some alien monster who was atleast not trying to kill him. By throwing the psycho across the room and into a wall with his psychokinetic powers. Walking past Hughug he aimed his M1911 directly into the face of the psycho. "Can I kindly ask what makes you think you have the right to attack someone just because you are curious to what they really look like?" John spat at the man ------------------------------ Leo opened a portal right on top of John and held him by his shirt. Seconds later, John was dangling from a portal on top of the Empire State Building. "Think you can survive that drop? Don't spit it my face, it makes me unhappy," Leo said through the portal, shaking him as the crosswinds 1,250 feet in the air blew around him. "I'm going to need an apology," he said, loosening his grip, "1... 2..."
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Jun 27 2009, 10:54 PM
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Hughug was about to tell the strange man off, when one of his human companions sprang into action. He threw the man into the wall with his strange mental powers, but then the strange man seemed to open up a rift in space above a tall building. Hughug scowled loudly, and transformed into his alien form. With a quick flash of bright light, his human self was gone, replaced with his much better alien form.
Hughug tucked his wings into his back, and slowly walked over to where the two were at the portal. Hughug thrusted his claw into the portal, and grabbed his companions hand. With his other hand, he grabbed the strange man by his shoulder, and thrusted the two back into the hotel hallway. He then propped them both against opposite sides of the wall with his hands. "ENOUGH," Hughug boomed in a furious rage. "You," He adressed the strange human. "THIS is my real form, I hope you are satisfied. I also hope you will forgive me for saying you are no better than all those other brain dead humans who think everything different is bad." Hughug then turned to his human companion. "And you. I thank you for defending me, but the entire situation could have been avoided by waiting to see what the man did next. I was about to show him my real form, but you have effectively made me very angry. Now then..." Hughug released both the humans. "Both of you, in separate corners of the hallway. NOW. No talking, no killing, no portalling." -------------------------------- Kranford looked at the portal that popped into existence near the obliterated check-in counter. There was only one person he knew that was able to portal, and Kranford got ready for the reunion. As soon as Leo had turned around and noticed him, Kranford had dropped his duffelbags and pulled out the WASP knife he had used to kill Hameed Atwotwi with. "Another double-booking, Leo?" asked the assassin. -------------------------------- (OOC)"I'm too old for this shit...." That just made my day. But now it's time for another trip to Clusterfucksylvania.....
"The blackness, it crushes all souls that comes into it......................
Except mine."
He was running down a dark and sullen street, persuing a fit but middle aged man. This man was a convict, responsible for a good deal of female murders with his signature katana. Also this man had reognized Gemini, causing him to flee anyway. However, this man had not estimated the fact that he was fighting two people. Before the man knew it, he was slammed into a small yet well-enough lit hall by Gem's dark side. However, neither side was able to get around the furiously swinging blade. "Tisk, I felt that if I was to fight the esteemed Gemini, I would have to deal with something a bit less.......amature." "I'll show you amature!" You know how you are not supposed to bring a knife to a gun fight? Apparently the same rule applies with swords. Before the man knew it, he was slumped against a wall, bullet holes in his chest. "Semi-human," he croaked as he fell over and moved no more. Uncerimoniously, his dark side took the Katana. "We were supposed to keep him alive, for a change...." "Just one less bag of water to pop, yet...... why must there be so many more?!?!" His light side however had not heared this comment, he was wrapped around something else.
"Semi-human Semi-human Humi-form Humi-form Twosome-kind Twosome-kind Twosome-kind Twosome-kind Twosome-kind Twosome-kind Twosome-kind Twosome-kind TWOSOME-KIND!"
Gemini woke up and stood up screaming. "No! No! NO!!!"
(OOC) Gee, maybe this will seem a little pompous, but this scares myself! -------------------------- Jordan stayed speechless while Mr. Portal Man, the psychic, and the alien (now in his true form) fought. Afterwards, the portal person opened a rift-type thing between the room and the lobby, though Jordan doubted it after what just happened. Shrugging, he stuck his hand through the portal. Nothing seemed to happen, so he climbed through to find that it indeed went to the lobby. Jordan commented, "That's nifty." Looking around, he saw Mr. Portal Man, a guy in armor, a woman in a trenchcoat, a massive scorpion-thing, another woman, a guy laying unconscious on the ground, and a dead clerk. ---------------------------
Zachary looked on somewhat in horror as he took in the macabre's appearance in full. Before, he had seen glimpses, or was too busy to really take stock of what he was facing. Now, though? Now he could see it. Yet, despite his seeming horror, Zachary was able to keep his composure. He saw the beastly thing turn tentacles into claws, and when they began swinging, he knew what he had to do.
"Hahah, this is going to be fun! I hope you're ready, because this sword here will be skull-fucking you...wait. Do you even have a skull? Fuck..." Zachary said, pride in his voice at the start, and quickly fading to a near-mumble. While he was talking, however, Zachary was moving into action. He jumped over a claw coming at him from the side of the bus - that would be of no use to him - and instead hopped onto the back of a claw coming from the other direction.
He didn't stay on it long, just long enough to get some added momentum as he quickly leaped onto the bus, which jarred and dented when he landed. He didn't stay in place long enough for that to matter. Instead, he ran to the side of the bus, and, placing his foot solidly on the corner, he jumped off the bus and rammed his knee - which was, at the moment, blazing - right into the macabre's face...well, one of them, at any rate.
Once there, he did precisely what he said he would: he flipped his sword in his hand and began jabbing it into the macabre's eye, which he didn't doubt for a second would be quickly liquefied by the flaming steel.
"This. Is. What. You. Get. For. Ruining. My. God. Damned. Bus. You. Mother. Fucking. Demon!" Zachary exclaimed, punctuating each of his words with a stab of his sword. ----------------------------------- With trembling arms Hana unsheathed her katana and charged at the creature. She let out an earsplitting shreik, temporarily stunning the creature. Jumping hana lodged one katana into it's eye and then began slashing at the tendrils. ----------------------------------- The arms would have ripped a human apart. But being normal wasn't why he was in the armed forces, fighting demons. The arms met cold steel, and while they battered it, they couldn't even make Nick lose his aim. At this range, the bullets could bust straight through a tank. the creature was unable to dodge, unable to resist the pour of hot lead ripping apart its body and the brick wall behind it. It squirmed, hanging on to its life, to no avail.
The building behind the spawn was ruined, holes up to a foot in diameter showing. There were no people on the streets. Some had run away from the gunfire.
Nickolai’s built in mp3 player opened another song. Aria- Bitva. The familiar beats went into his head as he shot another round into the scrambling creature. Blood flew across the street. The nearby car turned to red by the liquid. It was a really strange feeling to hear everything that was happening on the outside, and still be able to listen to the music he wanted. The scanners showed no one coming toward him, but it could have just meant they weren’t moving fast enough or weren’t emitting heat. And with demons, he couldn’t be too sure. After making sure the spawn was dead, he looked over his own condition. The skin was ripped in a couple of places. He saw it grow again as nano-machines built it up. Nick faced the defeated creature. It looked dead... But again, nothing was certain with demons. He took a cocktail and poured it on the creature. Then he took out the Grach pistol and shot and incendiary round into the beast, setting it aflame. Then he changed the bullets in his HMG to explosive and headed toward the center of the city. ------------------------------- OOC: I apologize for the delay, but since people delayed ME and I have college classes to deal with, you can understand.
IC>>>>>
The Underworld Speaks>>>>>
The demon regarded the vampire with a dark glare, as a master glares down upon its underling. The creature of darkness was definitely a mover and shaker in hell, though still not worthy of the greatness endowed upon the Prince of Darkness, First of the Fallen, and Lord of the Underworld. Nevertheless, this was a creature beyond human, and beyond vampire. For where a vampire requires sustenance, a demon is not quite the same. The devouring souls, for instance, is for hell's war, the gaining of power only. The devouring of flesh? For unbridled pleasure, sating tastes and desires like a fine wine. The demon was of a different mindset than anything on Earth. Well...most of it, anyway. In any case, he actually ignored the vampire's first reply. It was unimportant to the coming of the next. One thing to remember here, though, that this was not the same voice that had gone into the minds of several people. This was not Shizzerak.
"Yes, I understand, although I'm a bit confused. How'd you know I was a vampire? Who are you? What are you? Why do you need me?"
The minotaur now appears to grin even further, though it is an unsavory thing to see.
"Those in hell learn the trade very quickly. Your scent alone is enough, though there are ALWAYS other signs."
Now, the demon did a step-down onto the roof in proper, the still-wet pieces of hobo-man falling off of him as he did.
"I am Yazgrathe of the Baphomet line, Lord of the Flesh in my own district of hell. And I want YOU for my own purposes. I wish the destruction of...a traitor to my Lord, Satan, and all of his followers. He stands in the way of my progress, forcing me to WASTE TIME in his annihilation."
He was far from grinning now. He was gritting teeth, even smoking in anger.
"I will not STAND for that imp any longer... So, I will do what he will not, by recruiting outside the juxtaposed forces."
The demon had a plan, alright. It involved putting others, other dispensable resources in the line of fire.
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Hana and the Basement guys>>>>>
The brain WAS a bit busy blazing away to notice the Predator descending from above. Seems that while enraged, even large brains lose their minds a bit. Otherwise, there was no way that Chopper could've gotten close. In this case, though, he started using his drain attack on the thing. It...hmmm. It wasn't exploding. He was definitely getting energy, but what was happening was...the brain ceased fire, and looked...disoriented? Well, there was a shriek, and the energy drain definitely lowered its shielding. That was when Hana suddenly came to it and started slashing away. It tried to defend itself, but those tendrils were sliced off, and soon the creature took too much damage to sustain itself. It fell to the ground and splattered. This left those four alone for now.
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Nick!>>>>>
The demon was dead, very dead, and Nickolai had made it even MORE dead before moving on. Nobody seemed to stop him...at first. As he headed closer to the depths of town, there were certain things to be noticed. There was fog around these parts, growing thicker as he came closer to the danger zones. It was starting to get late in the day, and there was definitely a place in the distance he could make out, which looked like a place with high walls and defenses, both in and out and on top. Welcome, Nick. You have found the sealed-off perimeter in the Chicago area. From where he stood, there was an outer blockade of military vehicles and weapons, with signs warning that the area was off-limits for the safety of the public. This was a line of defense all around the place, with an open area that was looking a bit wrecked by gunfire. Apparently, these men took to destroying ANY non-human creature that got past the wall defense area. For the record, the wall defense area had a line like this around the wall, with lots of nasty gizmo weapons and such like that. From inside the walls, you could hear the roar of demons fighting and some sounds of inhuman combat. One of the soldiers from the line approached Nick just then, sized him up, and said...
"You're not a civilian. State your business."
Thankfully, the military was willing to ask questions BEFORE shooting when it came to dealing with human beings.
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Zachery Zephyr in a Macabre Mash>>>>>
The horrid flying creature chased after Zachery, whipping its clawed tendrils after him and tearing into whatever was hit out of sheer viciousness. Some of these movements, he managed to take advantage of. Others left him running, out of need to preservation of his life. The Macabre was very pissed off all throughout. Finally, however, he managed to knee it in the face with fire involved. This made it grunt, but the other faces shouted out as he began to repeatedly stab it in the face, in the EYE. Strictly-speaking, a Macabre is a spirit of pain and and blood. Its entire 'life' as part of this creature IS pain, but inflicting DAMAGE creates even more pain. Zachery was stabbing deeply into its flesh, and it was yelling about the damage, but...something was wrong. Shouldn't it be...you know...dying? Hah...well...a fight like this wasn't THAT easy. With an internal rumble, the Macabre suddenly split open. Did his attacks do this? No. It may've gotten it angry enough to DO this, but it wasn't CAUSED by it. That end of the beast split open as the face Zachery stabbed yelled out and ripped itself open to form a mouth with really big saber-teeth in it, trying to take Zach in with tentacles and then chew him up. Ya know what this was right now? A big freaky PAC-MAN!
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The Hotel (Four Stars Left)>>>>>
Azura didn't know what was going on here. Not exactly. He was blissfully unaware of what Leo was doing upstairs, fortunately, when things grew slightly hairy down here. Dealing with Gemini was actually easier than he thought, considering that Zas had actually worked to disarm them. Fortunately, that got things in order some as he mallet'd the two guys. One of them managed to introduce him to a girl that had shouted loudly, freezing the whole setting in shock for a moment. He looked...a bit embarrassed, himself. Here he was, losing his temper on his colleagues. Then again, they would be killing a madman in short order soon, so maybe it was a good measure.
"Azura, I presume?"
He turned to meet the eyes of Kranford the butcher, making the mallets vanish. This was the guy that came in with the trenched girl and the Russian woman, coming in on this scene to see him looking...probably ridiculous. Sighing, he nodded.
"Yes, that's me. Thank you for showing up, and sorry about the mess."
That was when Leo suddenly showed up with everyone else, including Hughug in his real form. Azura was now looking over this group with some determined concern. This wasn't going to be easy. He never really led groups like this before. Someone else might be better at this, but he didn't want to hand down the reigns, now that he'd made them all come.
"I suppose you're all wondering why I called you here. And if you're not, then maybe you should listen anyhow. Leo, would you portal us back up to my room before something else happens? This town's getting worse by the second, I can feel it."
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Meanwhile...In The Hotel Sub-Basement>>>>>
Two men were busy finding out something the hotel manager was trying to figure out. There'd been a reported trouble with the water the past few days. Something about a shortage. He'd asked the water company, but they had found nothing. So, these two went down to investigate, checking for damage. They found it quickly enough, water splashing out from a broken pipe. Only trouble was that they were perplexed over the thing that had done it.
"Whacha' reckon, then? Snake?"
"Naw. That's a plant. Creeper, ya know?"
"Then why'd it shift like that when yeh poked with a mop?"
"Response ta' stimuli, 'course. What else?"
"Weird thing is 'ow it looks like it comes out of the wall there...an' stops under where the secretary's desk ought ta' be."
"Or near there."
Just then, they heard a grunt from the darkness, and saw something large in the shadows coming towards them. No footsteps could be heard, but it sounded as though something was dragging over the floor a bit, and the walls...
"Who's that, then? Jerry?"
Hah, you wish. 'Jerry' lashed out with tentacles ending in claws as a roar followed from several mouths. The two men were quickly grabbed and pulled apart, then shoved into chewing maws as they were eaten in under a minute. The Macabre hovered for a moment, then. One of its mouths belched, then it looked up at the pipe. Growling, it claw-struck the other tendril, which was purplish-gray to its red-flesh, and slashed it. The other tendril grew a claw, struck the Macabre in a face, and then retracted from wherever it came. Afterwards...
*Ding!*
...an elevator door opened. The flesh-demon looked at it, curiously...before trying to jam its way inside. That elevator would not be available upstairs. ------------------------------- "Don't you have things to attend to other than talking to me?"
It would be so much easier to kill him. Right now. He wouldn't even see my hand move by the time he had 9mm of lead in his head.
"I'm looking for a hotel."
Or I could break his neck. Quick and silent.
"Actually a person, but a place to stay comes first." Nickolai looked at the combat knife on the soldier's side, but not long enough for the soldier to register.
A stab through the stomach. A bit too messy, but otherwise fine.
"Preferably somewhere with an internet connection."
Nick's sensors went wild with movement where the demons and soldiers were fighting, but he seemingly ignored it. Nonetheless, the grip on his combat bag with the .50 cal became slightly tighter.
throw him across the street. But then his friends would notice.
He was still a ways off from the encampment. Capitalist pigs. Shoot 'em all up. Chalk it up to friendly fire.
But Nickolai didn't want to attract more US governmental attention.
Go on soldier boy, live out the rest of your pathetic life. ------------------------------- Jacob had stayed somewhat out of the excitement going on, trying to keep a lower profile, he had put his cannons away, and looked on to the situation unfolding. There was one there, Azura, the one he had come to find, he seemed to control shadows, a dangerous power indeed. He asked the one who made portals to move them back to the room. He noted that they seemed to be companions, and their powers would work well together. He decided to simply look on in this meeting, and not say anything he may regret, obviously his social skills needed work. --------------------------------- It seemed like all was well in the hotel lobby, well... As well as it was ever going to get, judging by the oh so much that had occurred in so very little time. Leo took the entirety of the lobby in again, in a split second. It seemed like Azura had invited more people than the four bunglers he had dealt with. He was more focused on Kranford now though.
"I suppose you're all wondering why I called you here. And if you're not, then maybe you should listen anyhow. Leo, would you portal us back up to my room before something else happens? This town's getting worse by the second, I can feel it." Azura said. Leo heard it in full well but seemingly ignored it completely and waltzed over to Kranford with his seldom-used friendly stride and came in for the shake. "Double booking? Try..." Leo paused as his arm moved up and down, eyes counting the various Oddjobs in the room, "Octuple booking," he finished as he recalled their previous encounter, clear as day (Not a dreary demonic fog filled Chicago day mind you).
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Marsabit, Kenya Another day, another hit, another headache. Leo walked briskly into the Snake's Venom Bar and Inn of Marsabit, the whole room stopped when he did. They gave him a stare and went back to their business. Illegal or otherwise. One man kept to himself and was one of the only ones that didn't eye Leo as he walked in. "He knows something, if he didn't, he would've watched me like all the others, he's a hunter, not the one running," Leo thought to himself. He approached him slowly, nonchalantly enough for anyone to reason he was going somewhere else. He quickly sat down at the man's table before it would be too late to turn around. "Tell me what you know," he said inquisitively.
"Here you go," the dark skinned woman said handing him a glass of generic whiskey, walking off to serve more patrons. Kranford sipped it slowly, the air conditioning in the bar was poor, every last drop had to count. "Aahh..." he muttered quietly as he opened his wrist-top computer. Nothing. If he was going to get into Hameed's fortress he needed the contact name. The Basement was doing it's best to go through his business contacts and find one that was performing a transaction with him this exact day. As he closed it, someone walked in, he gave little notice to the stranger. That is, until he sat at his table seconds later. "Tell me what you know," the man said directly to him.
Snake's Venom Bar "Excuse me?" Kranford answered. "You're not here for the same reason the others are," Leo said with a slight hand gesture, "A Mr. Hameed Atwotwi calls this territory his own, if you're not working with him, you're after him. I think we have a double booking on our hands here," Leo said as not to draw attention to them.
"Aah shit,"Kranford thought to himself as the words, 'double booking' reached his ear. If there was anything he hated...
"So I was wondering if you could help me out a little," Leo continued, "My informant wasn't the brightest bulb in the closet, so to speak."
"And what if I don't help yooou?..."
"Leo."
'Yes, Leo... *cough* Kranford the Butcher," he said extending his arm.
"Charmed," Leo said as he shook his hand, the other under the table, "If you don't..." he said pausing for emphasis, "If you don't, I'll send you to the bottom of the ocean," Leo said, demonstrating his power as he sunk Kranford's drink into the table without touching it. Kranford, checked under the table, Leo motioned to the empty table to his right. The glass drifted up from a small portal. Kranford got up, grabbed it, and sat down again.
"Cute," Kranford said. "Well, he certainly knows his tricks, I guess I'd better just lead him off in the wrong direction," Kranford thought to himself, quickly going through all of the random landmarks he had seen on his way into town. "There's a secret entrance to Hameed's base," Kranford said as Leo moved in expectantly, "It's a sewer drain, a big one, down the street, on the left. You can’t miss it," Kranford said, lying through his teeth.
"Thank you," Leo said, getting up, putting his gun back into his pocket. Kranford sat back into the creaky wooden chair. He stared at his drink for a moment, "Miss," he called out. "Yes?" The women asked coming over to his table. "Give this drink to the man over there," Kranford said, motioning to a heavily tattooed man who had been watching him and Leo the whole time. <span style='font-family:Geneva'>"Right away sir," she answered, giving it to the man. He took a sip. Half a minute later he slumped over his table; the waitress was near by, she screamed. "Clever," Kranford said silently.</span>
The Edge of Marsabit The Kenyan sun pummeled the streets and anyone on them, it was foolish to be outside on what was considered a 'hot' day in Marsabit. Leo walked down the dusty street, a couple camels were taking sips at a watering hole to his left, some mildly dilapidated buildings to his right. One camel stared at him and returned to gulping it's water. He reached a T-shaped crossroad, in the distance he could spot a small dip in the ground with a large grated pipe and a slow tap of nearly clear water, to his right was another equally dusty street. He took a right.
Unhooking his PDA as he strolled along, he could clearly see all the information he needed for the job. The target was Hameed Atwotwi, 35, drug lord, weapons dealer, etcetera etcetera. As he circled around the quiet block, the pipe was now to his left. He could see two guards that were leaning against the building diagonal to the pipe. They most likely had spotted him and were ready for an ambush as soon as he approached the corner... which he never would. "Either they're very protective of their raw sewage or I've found the secret entrance I've heard so much about," he thought to himself putting away his PDA. With a flick of the wrist the two armed guards were transported to Nairobi, well out of the range of their radios. A brisk walk closed the gap between Leo and the pipe. Closer inspection of the bars revealed nothing, but with a kick they flipped back on forth, on horizontal hinges. "He was right," Leo said, unaware of his dumb luck.
Hameed's Base Leo moved into the pipe, crouching, the farther he went the higher it got until he could stand straight up. After a corner or two the pipe began to get less rusty and more dry. After a few minutes it became a regular metallic hallway. Leo could hear talking around the corner ahead, it got louder. He pulled out a silenced pistol, and as the two guards turned the corner he quickly dispatched them. He figured that there would be plenty more and scouted out the walls and ceiling. He spotted a ventilation shaft not far off the ground, "Perfect," he thought, quickly and carefully removing the shaft cover.
The shaft was cramped but livable, a crossroad every few yards provided a good open space but more confusion. After a good half hour he found a wide section of pipe with a mid-sized vent facing a room. Creeping slowly over to it he heard voices in a dimly lit room, he looked inside. In a plainly lit area stood a tall, wide, gruff looking man. Leo checked his PDA, the picture of Hameed matched the man near perfectly. Leo readied his sniper rifle, he extended the gun, and attached the silencer, the angle was near perfect. From the mumbled talking Leo could infer that the 'business meeting' was nearly up. He aimed right for his head and took the shot. In the split second he had shot the weapon, Hameed's torso exploded. "What the?..." Leo said audibly as soon as the bullet pierced the man's head.
Leo immediately kicked open the grating and jumped into the room. It wasn't everyday that people exploded. In the light coming from above where Hameed had stood he saw a pale man with a enigmatic dagger in his hand...
The Escape (Several minutes after the confrontation)
“Are you sure about this?” said Leo as Kranford pulled out a radio detonator. “It’s a better plan than trying to shoot our way past several hundred pissed-off Kenyans with assault rifles,” replied the hitman “I don’t care how good you are, or how advanced your tech is, when you’re faced with a wall of lead, there’s not much you can do. If what you say about that dimensional mumbo-jumbo of yours is true, then that’s our best chance out.” “What’s to stop them from chasing us down when we gate outside the city?” “Just this,” replied Kranford as he procured a loaf of white bread. “I don’t see how a loaf of bread will keep them occupied.” Kranford opened up the loaf, revealing almost seven pounds of C-4. Leo looked dumbfounded as the pale assassin primed the charge. “Trust me on this. When our little buddy here goes up, the rest of this place should go right up with it.” A loud banging on the door interrupted the conversation. Two more good bashes and the goons would be through the door. “Ready, Kranford?” said Leo. “When you are,” replied the assassin. Leo snapped his fingers and opened a portal. The two of them jumped through the portal just as the door gave. When Leo and Kranford were on the other side of the gate, Kranford pressed the button. Buzz. A large explosion soon followed, engulfing the entirety of the late Mr. Hameed’s fortress. “This is where we go our separate ways, Leo. Remember, if your client asks you, you did the hit yourself, you didn’t see me, and this conversation never happened.” “What conversation?” replied Leo. “You catch on quick. Now I have to go,” said the hitman as he walked off into the distance. Leo simply chuckled, popped open another portal, and headed through to his next job.
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Leo fell out of his momentary trance as he finished greeting Kranford. The rest of the world rushed back to him as a brief gale.
"Oh right," Leo said as he just now processed Azura's request. A rather large black rift opened up in the middle of the lobby, probably one of Leo's largest (except maybe the time his gun got caught under a beached whale, but that's a totally different story). "Ok, next stop, Azura's penthouse, right this way, watch your step, hold on, claws first," Leo said as each person/creature sauntered through at their own pace. -------------------------------- Myyah realized her outburst was a bit..uncalled for her, and went silent, her trenchcoat was back on her body, covering her power armored self, and she went through the portal, without saying a word, tho, one would indeed catch a glimpse of the massively high tech armor underneath the trenchcoat... -------------------------------- Jordan had barely stepped out of the portal/rift thing for long when Azura spoke and introduced himself, told everyone to listen to him, and then ordered them back into the room upstairs. Mr. Portal Man seemed to hesitate for several seconds, then opened a much larger rift between the lobby and the room. Jordan let a couple other people go first, then stepped through it and stood against the wall as others came through. -------------------------------- -Kranford-
Kranford was somewhat amused. He hadn't really been working with Leo in Africa, merely some mutually convenient assistance. As the multi-booking phrase from Leo reached his ears, Kranford started to remember...
*** Marsabit, Kenya
Another day, another hit, another headache. Leo walked briskly into the Snake's Venom Bar and Inn of Marsabit, the whole room stopped when he did. They gave him a stare and went back to their business. Illegal or otherwise. One man kept to himself and was one of the only ones that didn't eye Leo as he walked in. "He knows something, if he didn't, he would've watched me like all the others, he's a hunter, not the one running," Leo thought to himself. He approached him slowly, nonchalantly enough for anyone to reason he was going somewhere else. He quickly sat down at the man's table before it would be too late to turn around. "Tell me what you know," he said inquisitively.
"Here you go," the dark skinned woman said handing him a glass of generic whiskey, walking off to serve more patrons. Kranford sipped it slowly, the air conditioning in the bar was poor, every last drop had to count. "Aahh..." he muttered quietly as he opened his wrist-top computer. Nothing. If he was going to get into Hameed's fortress he needed the contact name. The Basement was doing it's best to go through his business contacts and find one that was performing a transaction with him this exact day. As he closed it, someone walked in, he gave little notice to the stranger. That is, until he sat at his table seconds later. "Tell me what you know," the man said directly to him.
Snake's Venom Bar "Excuse me?" Kranford answered. "You're not here for the same reason the others are," Leo said with a slight hand gesture, "A Mr. Hameed Atwotwi calls this territory his own, if you're not working with him, you're after him. I think we have a double booking on our hands here," Leo said as not to draw attention to them.
"Aah shit," Kranford thought to himself as the words, 'double booking' reached his ear. If there was anything he hated...
"So I was wondering if you could help me out a little," Leo continued, "My informant wasn't the brightest bulb in the closet, so to speak."
"And what if I don't help yooou?..."
"Leo."
'Yes, Leo... *cough* Kranford the Butcher," he said extending his arm.
"Charmed," Leo said as he shook his hand, the other under the table, "If you don't..." he said pausing for emphasis, "If you don't, I'll send you to the bottom of the ocean," Leo said, demonstrating his power as he sunk Kranford's drink into the table without touching it. Kranford, checked under the table, Leo motioned to the empty table to his right. The glass drifted up from a small portal. Kranford got up, grabbed it, and sat down again.
"Cute," Kranford said. "Well, he certainly knows his tricks, I guess I'd better just lead him off in the wrong direction," Kranford thought to himself, quickly going through all of the random landmarks he had seen on his way into town. "There's a secret entrance to Hameed's base," Kranford said as Leo moved in expectantly, "It's a sewer drain, a big one, down the street, on the left. You can’t miss it," Kranford said, lying through his teeth.
"Thank you," Leo said, getting up, putting his gun back into his pocket. Kranford sat back into the creaky wooden chair. He stared at his drink for a moment, "Miss," he called out. "Yes?" The women asked coming over to his table. "Give this drink to the man over there," Kranford said, motioning to a heavily tattooed man who had been watching him and Leo the whole time. "Right away sir," she answered, giving it to the man. He took a sip. Half a minute later he slumped over his table; the waitress was near by, she screamed. "Clever," Kranford said silently.
The Entrance and Base of Mr. Atwotwi “Down the street, on the left. You can’t miss it.” The words kept going through Kranford’s head as he approached Hameed’s fortress. Another player was on the scene, and hopefully Kranford had thrown him off the scent long enough for him to finish the job. The arms dealer had been a real pain in the ass, especially after Kenya had become embroiled in a civil war. He had been getting rich off of supplying both groups, and was also smuggling drugs on the side. Kranford was always careful to make sure that he was the one that killed his marks. He hated double-booked jobs, and he had fed what he thought was a bit of misdirection to someone at the bar. As he approached the entrance to Hameed’s base, the guards raised their assault rifles. “What is your business here?” asked one of the guards. “I’m here to do business with Mr. Hameed. Whistlin’ Pete sent me,” replied Kranford. One of the guards checked in, confirmed the appointment, and patted down Kranford, making sure that he had no hidden weapons. They would never find the WASP injection knife though. It had been put into pieces all over Kranford’s apparel, and each piece looked harmless enough when it was separate from the others. The guards led the hitman to a room. It bore several racks of weapons, all of which were probably loaded. A single dangling light illuminated the room, and on opposite sides of a small table stood two folding chairs. Sitting at one was none other than Mr. Hameed. It took quite some time, but Kranford was able to keep Mr. Hameed talking loudly enough to snap his WASP Knife back together (his hands were under the table). When the deal was finished, Kranford waited for the fool to turn his back. When that happened, the hitman threw off his outer garments, revealing the blood-red combat armor and pale white body paint. Before Hameed could turn around, Kranford had embedded the knife in his mark’s back and pressed the button. An explosion of guts rewarded Kranford. As he put down the corpse, he also noticed the bullet hole through the side of Hameed’s head. Several seconds later, he saw his old acquaintance from the bar burst in through the ventilation shaft, a compact sniper rifle in his hands.
The Escape (Several minutes after the confrontation)
“Are you sure about this?” said Leo as Kranford pulled out a radio detonator. “It’s a better plan than trying to shoot our way past several hundred pissed-off Kenyans with assault rifles,” replied the hitman “I don’t care how good you are, or how advanced your tech is, when you’re faced with a wall of lead, there’s not much you can do. If what you say about that dimensional mumbo-jumbo of yours is true, then that’s our best chance out.” “What’s to stop them from chasing us down when we gate outside the city?” “Just this,” replied Kranford as he procured a loaf of white bread. “I don’t see how a loaf of bread will keep them occupied.” Kranford opened up the loaf, revealing almost seven pounds of C-4. Leo looked dumbfounded as the pale assassin primed the charge. “Trust me on this. When our little buddy here goes up, the rest of this place should go right up with it.” A loud banging on the door interrupted the conversation. Two more good bashes and the goons would be through the door. “Ready, Kranford?” said Leo. “When you are,” replied the assassin. Leo snapped his fingers and opened a portal. The two of them jumped through the portal just as the door gave. When Leo and Kranford were on the other side of the gate, Kranford pressed the button. Buzz. A large explosion soon followed, engulfing the entirety of the late Mr. Hameed’s fortress. “This is where we go our separate ways, Leo. Remember, if your client asks you, you did the hit yourself, you didn’t see me, and this conversation never happened.” “What conversation?” replied Leo. “You catch on quick. Now I have to go,” said the hitman as he walked off into the distance. Leo simply chuckled, popped open another portal, and headed through to his next job. ***
Kranford snapped back into reality and gave Leo a shake with his right hand. The left hand was covered by the Neural Gauntlet. He then promptly radioed to Whisper, Chopper, and Sukavich, "Okay boys, meet us at the Penthouse Suite. Chopper will know how to find me. I've sent him the room number. I'll see you guys there. What's that? You've found one of the projects? No, don't turn her over, we might need her yet, besides, I don't like it when someone tries to keep a project hidden from me. Okay, I'll see you guys at the penthouse. Over and out." Kranford picked up his duffelbags and backpack satchel and hopped through the portal after everyone else, finding a barcalounger to sit on in the room he had been warped to, setting down his bags as he did so.
-Chopper, Whisper, and Sukavich- As the brain plummeted to the ground, Chopper hopped into the hotel room with the other Basement Agents. As he decloaked, he noticed the slight frosty coating on his skin, courtesy of his little mind drain on the brain, "Hmm, cryokinesis," he thought to himself. "This should be rather fun." Whisper's radio suddenly burst into life, it was their boss. "Penthouse Suite you say? Okay, we'll be right there. By the way, we also found Hana, should we report her location to her dad? What's that? Okay, we'll stay quiet about it and see you at the suite, over and out." As Chopper and Sukavich left to retrieve their gear and find Kranford, Whisper looked at Hana, no doubt shaken by the events. "You have two choices: one, you can come with us and meet our boss, who's probably with Azura right now, or two, you can sit around here and wait for something worse to come floating by your window. Think on it wisely," he said as he walked out the door, following his two associates.
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SNAFU, Page 18
Zas stayed far behind Azura’s associates as they moved through the portal, well this is quite the turn of events he thought, Zas then looked at the sticker on his claw, it was starting to annoy him. Momentarily forgetting to ask Azura's permission to remove it, Zas grabbed his claw and with difficulty ripped it off. Zas let out an earsplitting roar of pain as green blood dripped to the floor, the stump where his claw used to be quickly stopped bleeding as it began to heal and reform into his claw, as the pain subsided Zas belched a great torrent of flame that consumed the now severed claw and the spilt blood as the floor that was contaminated with his alien blood became molten rock, when he was finished, he turned around, scuttled through the portal and said in calm voice when he was through “the bomb was annoying me". ---------------------------------- Hughug entered the lobby through Leo's first portal, and observed the drastic changes. There seemed to be a lot more people, including this Azura person. Over by the reception desk lied dead. Hughug made a mental note of her dead body, as he was getting hungry again. Hughug then saw this...thing, in the lobby. It seemed to be very emotionally unstable, and ripped it's own claw off. As the green blood dripped, hughug's eyed widened. Sadly, his possible snack was cut short as the thing turned it to slag. Hughug growled quietly, and spoke to himself as he entered Leo's new portal. "Probably would have tasted like humane guano anyway." -------------------------------- Gemini watched the portal, along with the newcomers. Scratch that actually, there were a few people he already met, like Hughug and Jacob. But there were some new faces; a Russian woman, who looked highly armed, was also going through the portal. "Interesting, it doesn't seem that she can do anything of note aside from shooting. I will have to watch her." There was also another woman, she seemed to be trying to confine herself within the trenchcoat she was wearing, but there was a tell-tale look in her purple eyes: Don't mess with me. "A tricky lock, but nothing against the a good lockpicking....." However, neither of the women compared to the two new men. One was inexplicably armed, he seemed able to wipe out massive amounts of people, like a new age butcher. "But what would he be without his cleaver....." This "butcher" was convening with the man who created the portal apparently. Also it seemed his name was Leo. ".....Medium offensive abilities, I must watch for those portals....." "I don't know if you've noticed, but we're busy at the moment...." Gemini was definately banged up, he could feel a broken leg, and he lost some blood. "Guys, I think I'm gonna take the elevator...." He hobbled over to the elevator and pressed the top floor, where the penthouses usually were. If they were not there, he would just keep going downstairs, which was easier than going up. But when he pressed the button, he heared a long straining like noise, then he saw the light flash: Out of Order. "Damn, oh well, wait for me...." He limped his way back, used his arms to climb through the portal, then fell onto the bed in the room. ------------------------------ Ava watched the scene unfold as the man, Azura, explained the situation somewhat and gave a few instructions.
"I suppose you're all wondering why I called you here. And if you're not, then maybe you should listen anyhow. Leo, would you portal us back up to my room before something else happens? This town's getting worse by the second, I can feel it."
The woman looked over to the one named Leo and noted that he had been staring at Kranford and seemed lost in space for a moment. He shook it off and then said, "Oh right," A crevice opened in the middle of the lobby that was of good size. People began to go through. People that she had never seen before. Myyah went through as well as Kranford and many of them seemed a tad bit apprehensive and slow going through.
The one member that had been fighting…himself, glanced at everyone and he seemed to watch her for a moment. Evaluating her skills. Ava shrugged, holstered her gun, picked up her pack and walked towards the portal with her head high. She may not be the smartest here when it came to abilities, but she was smart with weapons. After all, that’s why the American Government decided to keep her instead of killing her. 'To valuable an asset to lose…' Behind her sunglasses, her eyes hardened to a cold stare. With this cold stare, she looked at the one named Leo to see if she could really trust him with the portal. He gave no telltale signs so she muttered something inaudible and then threw her pack through the gap. Taking one more look around, she stepped through.
Kranford was sitting as she entered. She grasped her pack, and held on to it as she went across the room to the window and looked out. She decidedly moved away from the windows to a far wall. As an assassin, she hardly spent ANY time near windows. Snipers. Who knew if there was any watching the odd group that was assembling. Who even knew with all this chaos? ------------------------------- -Chopper, Whisper, Sukavich, and Kranford- The funky trio of troublemakers walked down the hallway to Azura's room without incident. They had already retrieved the gear from their room, all of it contained in several large duffelbags and backpacks. They knocked on the door to Azura's suite. "Thunder!" said Whisper through the door. A voice on the other side replied "Flash! I'll let you in." The door swung wide as Kranford opened it to let his two agents and the Predator inside.
"Whisper, Chopper, I want the both of you to keep lookout. Got it?" ordered Kranford.
"We're on it," replied Whisper. The yuan-ti moved to a comfortable spot near the window and chameleoned himself, becoming nigh-invisible. Chopper did the same and cloaked on the opposite end of the room from Whisper. Both of them kept an eye out for anything that might cause trouble for the whole lot of them.
"All of mine are present and accounted for. You can tell us what's going on when you're ready," said the hitman, pulling all of his gear out onto the table as he did so. ----------------------------- Zachary looked down upon that which he was formerly stabbing. The macabre, strange creature that it was, had opened itself up like some sort of demented Pac-Man, and Zachary could tell; that thing had sharp teeth. Yet, despite this, Zachary wasn't displeased. No, instead, he grinned widely and exclaimed, "Zachary has hit the jackpot!"
See, the macabre had obviously come to the conclusion that it couldn't kill him without ripping itself open like it did; it was true, anyways. The problem is, the macabre didn't account for one thing: by opening itself up like that, it allowed Zachary access to its gooey innards.
In other words, the macabre was ripe for slaughter. Zachary hopped back for a moment, sheathing his sword and rapidly building a rather large, extraordinarily hot fireball. Then, a strange, amusing thought struck. Zachary grinned awkwardly, then, just before throwing the fireball, he shouted, "Please, call me Ryu. HADOUKEN!"
Laughing uproariously at his own joke, he rapidly prepared a couple smaller fireballs - just as hot, of course, just not as big - and began machine-gunning the demon's insides with fireballs, firing them as fast as he could build them, yet at the same time taking enough care to make sure none of the macabre's insides touched him.
He didn't want to dirty his coat, after all. ----------------------------- Hana ceased her slashing, and stared fixedly at the brain-thing. What the fuck is this thing? She asked herself as a look od disgust crossed her face. Hana took one shaky step away from the creature, now dead... no thanks to her. She swiftly wiped her blades on the already filthy carpet trying to get some of the brain-juice off. Once finished, Hana turned her attention to the three men who had been responsible for the creatures death. One of them was speaking lowly into a radio. Hana tried to enchance the sound waves around him so that she could hear what he was saying, but by that time, he was finished. The men began filing out the door, when one of them turned to her. "You have two choices: one, you can come with us and meet our boss, who's probably with Azura right now, or two, you can sit around here and wait for something worse to come floating by your window. Think on it wisely," He said to her and stepped out the door. Hana stopped to think for a few seconds. I don't trust them... but what choice do I have? hana thought to herself. Something about them just didn't seem right.... Hana silently followed after the three men, knowing somewhere deep down that she was going to regret this later. ----------------------------------- John was completly bewildered by the new arrivals, all seemed to be, well completly abnormal (especially that...actually John wasnt even sure what that thing was). What have I got myself into? he thought as he walked through the portal, not exactly keen to be stuck in the same room as these weirdos. --------------------------------- OOC: Guys, I'm really sorry about Shard. Please don't sue! :lol:
Anyway, for the next part, in which the author swears on a stack of smoking-hot bibles he won't let this happen again. (Smoking hot because I'm still evil and all.)
IC>>>>>
The demon paused in its speech, though. It was starting to wonder...what in the ninety sectors of hell wasn't doing here exactly? Vampires were not even considered reliable, yet...he wished for there to be a different sort of influence than his normal brigade. The demons he'd awakened thus far were strong, fast, and deadly. What were they in comparison to vampires? Better, more loyal, more destructive... Hmmm... This put Yazgrathe in sort of a conundrum which made him invoke...WWBD.
What Would Baphomet Do?
Baphomet: Vampires are still as mortals to us. They are our slaves whether they like it...or not!
Thank you, magic Baphomet voice from beyond! Yazgrathe's uncertainly became a very-well planted grin, the kind that makes one figure "Oh shit, the jig is up.". Suddenly, with the speed of a rabbit-punch, the goat-devil snatched Eric and yoinked him...discreetly off camera...as there was much in the way of pounding and puncturing, along with the screaming.
"Sorry, I HAVE no wooden stakes or silver or whatnot. Guess there won't be a dusting no matter HOW MUCH it hurts. HA HA HA HAAA!!!"
There was more than one way to be decidedly devious. The body that he'd hidden in before was practically useless, but trucking around in a vampire's body? That was different. ripping open his ribcage and such, the hooved demon pulled himself inside the body as Eric's body became only flesh. Yazgrathe was a master of the physical body. Once there was no soul, this body was merely a conveyance and nothing more. Now, he HIMSELF would get close to the people he'd heard oh so much about, all while still directing his forces. It was perfect... Perfect! They would never know what hit them, certainly not if they tried to cross him! Bwa ha haaa!!!
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Nick!>>>>>
Hah... Well, as a matter of fact, the soldier DIDN'T have anything better to do right now then deal with every passerby that seemed to want into the heavily-defended battle area, the sealed-off zone. He explained in brief that they made it his job to secure this area from unauthorized personnel of any sort. Civilians were politely told to avoid this area and shoved if they weren't compliant. Non-civilians like the heavily-armed Nick were questioned and kept from entering for reasons that were decidedly for their own good unless otherwise given the go-ahead. Strictly military types...varied, but there were definitely no orders to let them past the barriers, as NO HUMAN LIFE was in there or wanted to be in there at this time. And demons? Fucking shoot 'em, what else? But the man on duty did respond in kind, pointing out that there was indeed a nice hotel nearby, definitely all the luxuries expressed there. It was a small coincidence that this also happened to be the RIGHT hotel, because it was the ONLY hotel this close to the sealed off area still in business, and nobody even knows why.
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Zachery!>>>>>
When all else fails, set it on fire. Zachery's sudden blast-attack was definitely well-played, even though the Macabre's gooey innards were not organs and such, but thick muscular flesh with the tensile strength of a John Carpenter monster. But don't worry! Explosions solve everything! His attacks managed to rip the bulk of the thing into two burnt halves, largely because he'd blasted at a weak stress-point. This left its parts to collapse to either side of him, which were still smoldering. That...should've done it, right? Well, anyone who's seen The Thing knows that no it fucking ISN'T. Hah hah...he's got problems. What would you say if I told you the two halves suddenly turned into chunky gooey bloody salsa and tried to envelope Zachery? Well now...you'd figure on his coat getting dirty. Macabre demons live in the blood. Bodies are just a means of manifestation.
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The Hotel (Zas made 'em lose another star!)>>>>>
The only thing that made Azura immediately delay his egress through the portal was actually Zas, who ripped off his own claw with a great shout because of the sticker, apparently. Azura was rather surprised by this, but the whole time he actually had to suppress the urge to laugh at this, because it was certainly never a bomb, but just a sticker like they use for questionable envelopes. The hotel staff were going to be cleaning up the stains left behind for weeks. Speaking of...he was probably gonna lose his deposit on the room as well. Eh...there were worse things. Anyway, Azura came up with everyone else, and then saw one helluva grouping in here. That was him on the spotlight again. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any other surprise vigilantes after the group Kranford just let in. He didn't know thing one about these people...or whatever. Azura started, though, trying to seem as calm about this as possible. He was actually good at remaining calm, but speeches? Fuck...
"Alright, some of you I've had the liberty of getting some background from and a number of you not. It doesn't matter to me if you wish to share any of this or not. If you have orders to be discreet or just don't feel like it, I don't care. Been through all that myself. My name is Azura and I am a hitman. It doesn't matter to me if anyone knows that, because the rest of you have little to gain by knowing this anyhow. Still, though, I need to know at least a name to put to a face."
He left them a pause in order to take care of that business before moving on. By all of them identifying themselves in some way to him, they eliminate confusion with each other. Therefore, moving on...
"Some or alot of you received a call from me after maybe-or-maybe-not receiving another call from an operative called Guido. Doesn't matter to me if you got it or not. I have the list and I know what's going on. We've been contacted because apparently the entire world is being slowly destroyed by the machinations of supposedly a single being. We're here because this is the biggest cesspool of trouble right now. We can do the most and learn the most about what's going on right in this town. That's why I suggested meeting here. Now then...I'm not here to lead you or organize you. I mostly wanted to be on the same page. Lemme know if you're willing to stay here and help out or move on with your own missions in life. I'm not stopping you, because I don't want to. Guido hired me to deal with this, not to lead it. The rest of you can leave or stay as you wish. Not you, though, Zas. Not until I know you're leaving the human race off your diet for good."
What a rag-tag crew. From what he could tell, there were at least three aliens in this group, the most obvious one being Zas himself. That was gonna be hard to explain. Maybe tell the boys in blue that he's a secret government anti-demon weapon made from Spore? Heh, good luck on that. Still, there ought to be a way. In any case, what Azura REALLY hoped was that ever all this, there weren't any loose ends he wasn't thinking about.
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The Elevator>>>>>
The elevator had said it was out of order, but now even that sign was malfunctioning, because of the trouble. The Macabre was kind of heavy and didn't have the proper luxury of levitation while misshapen and filling the elevator itself. Therefore, he had to sunder the systems itself to get some headway. It would take a while, though... 'Till then, no service. --------------------------- -Kranford- Kranford listened to Azura's 411 as he checked through his gear. He popped open his wrist-computer when he was done, and sent in a few requests to Whistlin' Pete, his arms dealer and head of Basement R&D (it was thanks to Pete that Kranford had such a thorough network of arms dealers and informants, each of them stocked with the latest and greatest gear). The request's level: Black (Which essentially meant all Hell had broken loose.) Kranford chuckled as he put the request through. The sick irony of the request level was that he had never used it until now. A message instantly came back: "Request granted. The goods are on the way. You'll find them at the freight yard in a couple of hours." Kranford closed the computer and looked up at Azura.
"Well, all of mine are staying with you. We're not sure what you're up to though. My guess is we'd have to figure out what Trent's connection to all of this is. In the meantime, though? I'm not sure what to do. Somebody else will have to figure that out."
Whisper and Chopper continued their invisible watch on the windows. Chopper also took the time to have his wrist computer put a scan on the building. During the scan, he kept looking through the window while cycling through various different vision modes. ------------------------------ Nickolai walked past the guard, ignoring him and toward the hotel. If they wanted to question him, they'd have to take him in. and one man wouldn't be anywhere near taking Nickolai on. After running a short diagnostic on himself, Nick changed the shoulder he carried him bag on, It clanged a bit as the metal inside shifted. Nick walked fairly fast toward the hotel.
The hotel looked like a wreck, with numerous holes and fallen off paint... So it fit in perfectly with the city. He ventured inside.
Entering through the front door, he sat himself down in the cafe downstairs and took out his laptop. ---------------------------------- Hana glanced around the room, not really bothering to take in the faces of everyone there. Naturally a few of them stood out, but hana didn't care. Hana listened to Azura speak, occasionally glancing suspiciously around. Nobody here looked like they could be trusted, and she was sure at least two of them had some tie to the military. Hers or not, she couldn't take the risk of getting caught. ----------------------------------- Myyah stood there, listening to Azura speak, she had her arms crossed, after he finished speaking, she chuckled out loud, before looking at him. "Myyah, I'm Myyah, Masari Sentinel, I just got involved because this whole mess seems so amusing. So, here I am." (Myyah smirked, she looked at the other two aliens, and then chuckled under her breath, and then she looked at Zas) "Hey Zerg, Compensate much?" ---------------------------------- Ava listened to Kranford and Myyah introduce themselves. She stood somewhat in the corner where she had been standing since she entered. It was a strange group, with one guy wounded already. Ava did not expect the group to have NO injuries, fall outs, or squabbles, but the fact that they already did, was unsettling to say the least. What am I getting myself into. Maybe it IS best to work alone. She thought. So this is it?
She looked around, memorizing each face, then stepped forward and said, "Alexis Ambrosine." She did not care if anyone knew her real name now, but preferred her alias. There was not much to hide anymore. What was the point of keeping something secret, that was no longer secret? "Although," She paused. "You may call me Ava." Her Russian accent rang clear and true as she finished and she stepped back again, waiting for all the others to introduce themselves.
I hate you all so much right now. I swear to fucking god, those colors.
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Jun 27 2009, 11:11 PM
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The Wild Card
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Since I'm so close to the end, I think I'll just finish it off really quick. So, here we go, the last six pages.
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SNAFU, Page 19
Hughug listened as the two women introduced themselves. Going by the rule of women and sentient aliens first, Hughug took a step sideways and backwards. "Um, hello, strange aliens and humans with miscellaneous occupations and super powers. I am Hughug Rhu'kegn Cl-lei, of the Kuxulka. I come from the planet Bulenteni Mu, in the Caracus galaxy. I came to this planet from a means that will remain unknown to you all, and my reasons for being on this planet are non-existent. I am here because that android seems to be holding me prisoner." Hughug took another step back. "Is that all I need say, or should I list off my weight, wing span, daily consumption of humane red meat, and birthdate?" ----------------------------- Leo finally walked into his own portal last after he made sure everyone was through. It shortly closed after his leg shuffled into the room. The oddball team stood around the room staring at each other until Azura spoke. After his delivery the two unknown women from the lobby introduced themselves, Myyah, easy enough to remember. Then came a Russian girl named Ava. Leo gave some paranoid thought to it, "Great, a Russian. Better keep a close eye on her," he thought as his eyes drifted South... *cough* Ahem, then Huggy hug or hug.. or uh... Hughug! Yeah, Hughug introduced himself. Leo stepped forward from the former position of his portal after the alien finished talking.
"The name's Leonardo, call me Leo, Leon, whatever you like. If Azura has nothing to say I want to lay some ground rules if you're going to be working with me... or Kranford. One, no friendly fire," he said motioning to Gemini's unconscious body, "Not even yourself... If the whole world's going to hell I don't need to watch my back from the people I'm helping save it. Number two, don't surprise me. I've got an itchy trigger finger and I'm prone to pop a bullet in anyone who sneaks up on me. Number three..." he stopped, opening two small portals parallel to each other across the upper half of the room. Leo threw a whiffle ball into one and caught it as it came out the other and then closed them both. "Number three, I can do that. Any questions?" Leo asked finishing off his ground rules, two-thirds of which he expected himself to break sometime in the future.
Out West The heavy metal door flew opened and hit the wall with a clunk. The lab technician looked up from his paperwork to see the rigid outline of a familiar figure looming in the doorway. He raised his glasses as he turned his head to see who the stranger was. "Who are you?," he said to the imposing man whose features were obscured by the dark. "Take a long hard guess," it answered in a tone he knew the technician would understand. "S-sir... You're..." "Alive? Yes, I am. I'm going to need you to give me Operator #42-B's portfolio." He interrupted. "42B, 42B, 42B," the technician hummed over and over as he flipped through the file cabinet adjacent to him. "Aha! 42 dash B, Leonardo Tancredo," He said opening the folder for a quick skim. "Yeah, he's alive. He came back a couple years ago. Much like you." He finished. "Bravo, now give it to me." The shadow said. "I'm sorry, you were decommissioned over a decade ago, I can't give you this," the technician replied. "Give it to me NOW." He demanded. "I'm sorry sir, rules are rules. "Screw the rules!" The figure yelled. A wave of invisible energy flew in a straight line across the room, several tables and cabinets were thrown weightlessly, papers scattered everywhere. "I won't ask again." "O-ok, just don't hurt me." He said timidly, slowly emerging from under his desk. His shaky hand delivered it into the figure's grasp. Inside was a list of locations Leo had been ever since he started working at the lab; He had been unknowingly microchipped. There was a seven year gap after he disappeared into the machine, then a ludicrous list of places all around the world after it, representing his portalling abilities. The last place on the list was Chicago. "Thank you." He said sarcastically as the light finally hit the mask he was wearing followed by his departure. ------------------------ John snickered when he heard this Azura person tell off one of the aliens (Why is there so many Aliens that eat people? he thought) glancing up at Hughug Boy is this Azura guy in for a surprise. he thought as the various weirdos started introducing themselves like this was some sort of meeting at alcoholics anonymous. Seeing as the group name telling had reached him he stood up. "Hi Im John Braun. Some Computer repair guy from Germany who dragged his sorry ass across the atlantic to ask this guy." He gestured at Azura "Just how the bloody hell do you know about me, scratch that how the hell do you know about anyone in this room!" he said, his paranoia beggining to show. "What are you some goverment agent with our entire life stories in some file or what?" -------------------------- After several others had introduced themselves, Jordan stepped up to the plate. He quietly gestured to himself with his hand. "For those who don't know, I'm Jordan Amberson. To put it simply, I'm a mercenary, hired gun, hitman, whatever you want to call it. And I have no idea what I'm doing here." he said. He took a step back and turned to stare out the window. -------------------------- Gemini was fading in and out of conciousness, he thought he saw the man named Leo reference him one. The pain was beggining to diessolve into numbness, and the bleeding was beggining to stop. He turned over on the bed to the people introducing themselves and said groggily. "My name is Jericho, most people however call me Gemini. From what I can tell, I think a few of you already know why..." He began to fall asleep again, but before he faded out, he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. "I hope we have a medic.........." ----------------------------- Chopper looked at the bloody sod on the bed. "Today's your lucky day, except for the fact that I don't use anesthetic," he said as he de-cloaked and pulled out the medicomp. He immediately treated Gemini's wounds and injuries, taking care of all of them in a matter of minutes, but chances were that Gemini was probably in state of blinding pain. Chopper finished the procedure by pulling out a pair of medical knives coated in a healing substance. He stabbed them into his patient, injecting a massive dose of healing compound into Jericho. After the dose was administered, he removed the knives and returned the medicomp to it's storage space. ------------------------------- Zas made a clicking noise while he listened to Azura and the other guests of Azura. When the aliens spoke a flash of recognition crossed his "face", Zas had heard about these alien species before, but had no contact with any of them. Then Zas spoke addressing Azura first, making his usual clicking and hissing noises as he spoke "Let us speak of that at a later time" then to Azura other guests Zas said "I am Zas-lhishaggo of the species Cy'teh and by your earth years I am 937 234 674, My reason for being on this world is simple I am an explorer and for me being with Azura, I ran into him when I dug upwards from my tunnels" Then remembering what Myyah said he answered " Compensate?" -------------------------------- "AH!!!!! THE HUMANITY!!!! STOP! STOP! OH GOD! I CAN'T FEEL MY BRAIN!!!" It was evident that Gemini was not doing well with his operation, but somehow Chopper was able to heal Gemini completely. Within a matter of minutes, Gemini was completely healed. He began listening to the conversation just in time to hear Zas' speil. "Computed overzealous flesh eater, just making a moutley crew more moutley." Gemini winced slightly. "That's my brother..... thank you..... Pedator," as he got up from the bed and began stretching out his arms. -------------------------------- Hana stood up, assuming that it was her turn to speak. "My name is hana kaminawa. I have no occupation. I'm here because I have nothing better to do with my time." Hana was careful to keep it short. she threw one more quick glance around the room, and sat down. ------------------------------ Nick accessed the files of the hotel. It would be strange if she was here, but still... with the amount of hotels which were out of service now, it was possible..
YES! she was here. Nick didn't believe his luck. Nick didn't believe in luck. He put his finger to the cross built into his body. "Spasibo boje."
Nickolai looked up where she was. Upstairs. He went up to the elevator but it was out of order. He didn't stop to wonder why Taking the stairs was no trouble to him. He walked the hall she was in and hummed a russian song.
''Ya volkom rabotuyu v skazke.. Vot tak mai zubi stuchat..."
It was noticeable, but not loud enough to cause a disturbance. He waited for the response. ------
Ava turned her head as she heard the sound of someone entering the crowded suite. A man, who looked young, came in. Humming clearly in Russian, though it was quiet. Hardly enough to take a good notice of. Ava was not one to be read easily, but to this, she shuffled somewhat, unsure. Goryat moi strashnui glazky y Strashnui ushki torchat.
She spoke the words, rather than hummed them as he did. It was an odd occurrence. Now, as he seemed to be waiting before, she waited. Focused only on this.
------ Nick heard the response, and looked around the room. "Sorry, wrong door." Nick said with a slight Russian accent.
Nick left the suite and headed towards the end of the hall as his database took in the faces of those gathered there. It wouldn't hurt. Now he knew where that man was.. But he couldn’t risk it. And there were others… Some of them looked alien, or demonic..
He would have to ask the contact about that. Waiting for her to exit the room, he went into a nearby hallway fast enough that she could catch up with him.
------ "Sorry, wrong door." The man said, and then disappeared out the door, and down the hall.
Ava took one look around at the blank faces, then disappeared as well. As soon as she was out of the room, she glanced around to find him and saw his fleeing figure down an adjoining corridor. She started off and said "Podozhdi!" as she caught up. "Tyi kto?" ------- Nickolai backed into a room. It was unoccupied. "Menya poslala rossia. ya Nickolai.
Ya slushal u vas malenkaya problema s nekim agentstvom.
Vyi voshli s nami v kontact a rossia ne sdayot ludei...
..Alexandra Kearnovna Ambrosia."
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Ava followed him into the room and heard him speak. Who is this Nickolai? She looked puzzled for a moment, then as he spoke, things began to make sense. Agency... "kak tyi mozhesh pomoch mne?" She spoke in Russian, remembering easily the familiar tongue she had not spoken in for quite some time.
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"Tyi mne skazhi gde tvoi Phillips, a ya uzhe posmotryi kak tebe pomoch.."
Nick smiled a killer's smile. All he needed was a place. Even going in guns blazing, he could most likely take out this person. Especially in a country fighting demons within and without.
------ “Ya sdelayu bolshe chem Rasskazhu, Ya pokazhu." She said, twirling her sunglasses around her finger. If he's going to take care of Phillips, I'm going to be there to watch... It's time for payback. She felt the cold gun in its holster, then thought of the ones in her pack. This is it. ----- "Nu, Poshly."
Nick took his oversized tennis bag and went downstairs, taking care to not go by the room Ava came from. He would take care of that man another time.
Not when his mission was at stake.
this Phillips charachter... maybe his mission would be a bit of fun after all. Although fighting demons was significantly better.
------- "Da." She agreed and followed him downstairs, shouldering her pack. She wondered what would come of the group that was gathered in the suite. Wayne Phillips was in for a surprise. A very big one. She quit twirling her sunglasses and put them on instead. This was her lucky day. ----------------------------- Leo's eyes followed each speaker as they introduced themselves. Shortly after the man with the 'split personality' screamed in agony, a girl named Hana stood up. Leo wasn't paying all that much attention to her and he paid a whole lot less as heavy footsteps trod the hallway outside. "Azura forget someone?" Leo thought as he started to hear indiscernible humming. A man entered the room and conversed briefly with Ava in another language, also indiscernibly. "Wrong door," he said. Ava soon followed calling in what was clearly Russian. His PDA bleeped, there was a spike in metal alloy; another cyborg.
"Wrong door my ass," Leo said to himself with a disdainful look on his face, "I know a set up when I see one," he continued, "This ends now," he thought as he slipped out of the room. Ava turned the corner into the stairwell. With a quick portal he got to the closing door. Waiting several seconds, he portalled beyond, as not to make noise by opening it. She was beyond the halfway point between floors. "Gotcha!" Leo said loud enough for her to hear as he warped the both of them back to the suite.
Ava walked into the wall of the room as Leo shut and latched the door. "You have some explaining to do princess," Leo said much to the confusion of the entire room, mostly Ava. ------------------------------- Ava heard a noise. A voice actually. "Gotcha." It said. It was Leo. In the next instant, she walked directly into the wall of ---- wait no...She was in the suite she had left a few minutes earlier. What the--- Leo. She growled the name in her mind.
She straightened her Jacket, stepped away from the wall and watched as he latched the door. What is with this guy?
"I owe you an explanation?" She questioned. Who the hell does he think he is? Ava was mad. Nobody dared to mess with her, especially by the way in which Leo decided to do it.
She walked over to him, slowly. Ava's sunglasses had fallen to the floor as she had run into the wall, so her eyes burned like a fierce fire. A language in itself. She stood about two inches away from him, looked up in a dead angry silence for a moment and said, "You have no business with me." And as an after thought, "Or my partner. What do you want?" She was angry, and definitely holding herself back. What she wanted to do, was throttle him then and there and perhaps slit his throat with her KA-BAR. Her fingers clenched into a ball, then unclenched. What an ass. --------------------------- Nick stood up. He could have been furious, but his face betrayed no emotion.
"CHTO ETA ZA HUINYA?"
Nickolai caught himself talking in Russian
"Excuse me. WHAT THE FUCK? You drag me here and expect me to answer you something? I don't have to answer to any of your bullshit. I don't have the time"
The translator built in was flawless. This time, not even an accent escaped
Nick ripped through the lock using his fist and walked outside.
This was not the place, nor the time, for a conflict. --------------------------------- Zachary grinned maniacally as he threw the fireballs. The macabre was exploding quite spectacularly, as he'd hoped. Soon, he stood, panting, the macabre little more than charred pulp around him. Yet, something seemed off. He didn't feel that sensation; he didn't absorb any powers from the macabre.
It wasn't dead. Despite having been reduced to a fucking liquid, the macabre was somehow still alive...and it was rising. It was trying to engulf Zachary in disease-inducing blood.
Fantastic. Simply fantastic. Zachary sighed and hastily built a blaze that encompassed his entire person, making it as hot as he could. Then, he had an idea. He focused the blaze at his back, bent forward, then jumped back. His coat got dirty, but that didn't matter.
He was still alive, and he was pissed. Zachary focused his blaze once more, building the biggest fireball he'd created to date. It was hot - hot as the sun, if not hotter. The fireball grew, and he waited. He waited for that fucking glob of muck to try to attack him.
When it did, Zachary would thrust the fireball into it, and have it explode. Point; fucking; blank. "Shinkuu...!" --------------------------- Chopper decloaked and looked at all of them. "You'll all simply know me as Chopper. I'm a Yautja, better known as a Predator. I'm essentially an intergalactic big game hunter. I've gone after humans, Cy'teh, xenomorphs, the list goes on and on. I'm one of the more higher-born Yautja, and my involvement here is thanks to Kranford," he waited for someone else to pipe up after he finished talking.
Whisper was the next to speak, "Call me Whisper. Sukavich and I work for Kranford as operatives. I'm the stealthy one. In fact, I'm not a human at all," he said as he revealed the reptilian tail underneath the coat. “I’ll let Kranford finish putting out the gory details,” he said as he turned around to the window and continued his watch.
Then came Sukavich. “My name is Vladamir ‘Duke Sukavich.’ My specialty in Kranford’s operations is that of long-distance brain surgery with this little toy right here,” he said as he handled his gauss rifle. “I am not Russian; I’m a Ukrainian, and probably one of the best shots in the world.”
Kranford finally spoke up again. “As I said, you shall all know me as Kranford the Butcher. I’m in charge of a government agency known simply as “The Basement.” Essentially, we are to the government spooks what the government spooks are to everyone else and deal with matters that are too sensitive for anyone else to even think about. As such, I have total carte-blanche to do as I please, and there’s not a damn thing the rest of the government can do about it, as long as I’m on the job. This definitely qualifies as such. If anyone needs anything, I have a network of informants, arms dealers, and safehouses all over the world. I’m here right now because I now have a chance to save the world from its own stupidity.” After he stopped talking, the assassin continued to check the massive plethora of weapons and gadgetry on the table.
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SNAFU, Page 20 Jacob listened as everyone introduced themselves. He on the other hand stayed quiet. He was content on gathering the information. Except for Zas and Hughug, they seemed docile enough. When Hughug introduced himself, he said he was Jacobs prisoner, to which Jacob gave a low growl. It seemed then that everyone had introduced themselves, that a woman was pulled into the room. She wasn't happy about it either. He instead went over to a faucet and got himself a glass of water, the events that had transpired left him parched. He returned to the group with it and sipped. Then he spoke up, just enough so that if anyone was listening, that they could hear him. "You can call me Jacob. I'm an agent of the United States government. I'm here to gather information. That's it." ----------------------------- OOC: Here he comes, here come Fall-out Jack. He's a highwayman dude! He's a dude that's gonna post at Snafu! * Speed Racer theme continues on in whistles* B) IC>>>>> In the cold, he waited and he watched with enhanced senses and extended lines of communication. Some of his nodes had been destroyed and there was the problem of a white noise machine causing interference, but it was not as strong as it should be, so there was a certain monitoring of events. And he knew that the other would be watching too, and that one of his own were even already there. How annoying, yet...if the other's attentions were diverted, that much would be useful... "Now would be a useful opportunity to increase my grasp on the territory..."In the dark and in the cold, several things moved out, waiting to strike down the other's minions. In this private war, there was no time for sight-seeing, which was why he was annoyed with his partner in all of this. What was he up to all this time? He could not be found... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Zephyr-Man VS Macabre-Man>>>>>Of course, naturally, the Macabre's liquid-self couldn't resist a target, and so-  -but only in his local area. The BBC would like to apologize for the graphic interference with the story that has eaten up the text, but it was a good effect to use and we liked it very much. This left the area rather blackened and a small smoldering crater where the explosion happened. The Macabre was definitely dead, and that would leave Zachery with an odd sort of sensation, one that was not involved with being infected by the thing, but one that he was more or less familiar with. Of course, by now, the police had noticed all of this and were wondering what the hell was going on. Fortunately, they saw that Zachery had been defending himself from an evil monstrosity. The only problem was...NOW they were fucking edgy. Some of 'em were a little shocked. One man was horfing up his lunch. There were several cars around and no less than twenty officers on the scene, armed with guns. This could get messy if they got the wrong impression. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> God-Damn Meetings>>>>>Introductions went smoothly enough, or close enough. There were a few hitches that Azura had to take note of, though, like who hated who and what motivations any of them had. For instance, you obviously couldn't use the same methods on Zas as Hughug, because they were two completely different beings. Azura was barely able to contain himself on the mention of Hughug's name, but got a little more serious when he heard Jacob was holding him prisoner. Azura was keeping an eye on Zas because he was a literal danger., but Jacob didn't even SAY anything about Hughug, so there was an assumption missing here. Myyah and Kranford's group caught his attention the most. Myyah was apparently not human...yet she looked and acted very much so. And Kranford had a small group of operatives...one of which was a freakin' Preddie. Well, that was a surprise... In the meantime, Gemini was getting himself fixed up and things were beginning to more along. There were questions that needed to be answered and things needed to be said, but first...huh? Some guy he didn't know walked into the room and then walked out, stating it was the wrong room. Oddly enough, he did so without a real panic, and that Ava followed him. Leo soon followed as well, and then ALL THREE appeared back in the room, leaving a discussion of some import - and irritation - in the wake of everything else. This led immediately to Azura facepalming. Was it him? Or was Leo just NOT a people person? Let's see... He pointed a gun at him when they met, he treated this room like a fort while he was out, and now he'd threatened people by way of introduction. Ava was nice enough on her own, not necessarily threatening to any of them. So, this was yet enough thing Azura would have to break up. "Alright, hold on a minute, you three." He stepped between all three of them. And if you don't think a man with shadow-manipulation can do that, then you need to go back and read the manual on Azura's powers. The hitman glanced from one to the next of these three and then decided how to operate here. "Leo, they're right. You don't interfere with the missions of other agents if it can be avoided. As a hitman, I find myself sometimes crossing paths with others on missions as well. And I must say...I handle these situations a little better. I don't get deeply involved in the personal lives of others, and neither should you. If she has contacts, that's not your business. I doubt this has anything to do with us, and if it did, it's their call to talk about it." Now, he faced Ava and...the other guy who had yet to be named. "My apologies. We are not secret government agents in charge of knowing everything like John there might think. I understand that people have missions. Now then..." Finally, he faced the others. "Are there any more problems that I should be aware of? Because alot of us have a common mission and some of us might just be inclined to follow just for the sake of it. Jacob, I'm not allowing you to hold Hughug prisoner unless you have a really good reason. Because for an information-gatherer, you seem to be taking the hands-on approach. And if anyone else has any trivial problems with anyone else here that are nothing compared to, oh say, the end of the world as we know it, please...let me know." He glared darkly now. "I would gladly see it ended." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Elevator>>>>>Lights would now indicate that the elevator was running, and you could hear it moving, but it was not opening on command or doing anything according to what the patrons wanted. Repair men would be around in the morning. -------------------------------- " Shinkuu...!" Zachary was calling, fireball ever growing. The macabre, as predicted, decided to attack him, and thus received an insanely hot, insanely huge blaze, point blank, and Zachary finished his call, " HADOOUUKEN!!" The macabre was finally finished off. When Zachary saw this, a grin played out about his features, and he fell back, only for his back to hit something soft as a familiar sensation coursed through his body. Wait... What? He was on pavement; he should not have hit something soft. Then Zachary remembered what that sensation was. He'd absorbed one of the macabre's powers. He was hovering... ...and his coat was apparently on fire. Fantastic. Zachary used a little of that new power to straighten himself out, then hovered over to where the police officers reacted. Completely ignoring the one emptying his lunch all over the pavement, Zachary asked: "Do any of you know where I can find a tailor? My coat's kind of on fire." ------------------------------------ Ava had been standing inches away from Leo as intimidation, yet he seemed unmoved. Azura stepped between them, Nickolai included and Azura spoke calmly and clearly. "Alright, hold on a minute, you three." He said as he stepped between them. He spoke to Leo alone for a minute and Ava waited with arms crossed, her body weight adjusted to one hip in a "What the hell" type of stance. The man seemed to be trying his best to patch things up, and she honestly just wanted to get going. The mission she was to embark on was something she was anxious to get started on. My apologies. We are not secret government agents in charge of knowing everything like John there might think. I understand that people have missions. Now then... Azura said as he finished with Leo. Ava looked to Azura and said "Very Well." She nodded, stood up straight once more, and gave Leo a look that was as much of a puzzled one as anyone would ever see from her. As Azura started to speak again, Ava walked towards Nickolai, put a gloved hand to his arm, jerked her head towards the door and continued walking, hoping he would get the hint and not make any more of a scene. She was anxious to get going and the sound of her boots clicking testified to that fact. She left the room and found the entry way to the stairs once again. --------------------------- Nickolai waited outside the room and slightly to the left until Ava, the others and that bitch were finished. She finally walked out, took his hand and looked toward the exit. He walked alongside her, although she was not walking at his maximum capacity. Although.. there's no haste. yet. The elevator had turned on, and lights around it were running. He could go on it, but the stairs had already been checked out, and with the kinds of visitors that frequented this place, he would rather not have another encounter. It would be... time consuming. ----------------------------- Jacob glared at Azura. "I'm holding him prisoner due to protocols. He claims to eat humans. So I'm keeping him until I deem him trustworthy, and of course, force him not to reveal anything about earth if he ever returns to his home planet. It could be disastrous." Jacob said. "As many are theorizing that the end of the world is coming ever closer, the threat of an alien invasion is very possible-no, likely. I also have orders from the government to monitor any strange events taking place, and pass information onto them. That's my secondary mission. Which of course, includes this meeting. However, the only ones whom I deem untrustworthy at the moment, are Hughug... and whatever that thing is that you are dealing with." He said, gesturing towards Zas. --------------------------------- " Sheeyit, those.....Basement men are going to be a thorn in my side.... And the Russian person, well, he should be easy to get rid of with the right amount of energy...." Gemini looked back to Azura, he was finishing his speech. " Problems, well I don't think there will be any problems. Does it seem like there will be problems from this beetnick crew?" Gemini silenced himself. "I'm sorry, again. I..... think I will be fine with everyone. Really, I do mean it. Please, I am sorry for how I am acting..." ------------------------------------ Hughug became agitated with the cyborgs little spleal. "Excuse me? I never claimed to have eaten human, I flat out told you I ate humans. It's not my fault though, I need energy." Hughug majestically unfolded his wings on his back, and they extended fully, as well as going through a part of the wall. "I takes energy to fly with these things, and I can't bare myself to eat other meats. Those poor creatures are defenseless and slaughtered every day. As for the whole tell-earth's-secrets issue, I think my species should be more worried about YOU attacking US. Also, I question the sanity of any protocol that says you should watch me more diligently than that weird dragon thing over there," Hughug finished as he pointed to the weird other alien. ------------------------------------- Kranford looked around at the motley crew that had been called together. A batch of mercenaries, escaped projects, aliens, assassins, and agents. This would be just peachy. "After we get our little bickering done with, we need to get to the rail yards on the South Side so that we can get a quick batch of goodies from my pals. Afterwords, I don't know what we might do," he said as he finished tooling up. "As for trustworthyness, the only two things I find hard to trust right now are that... thing," he said, pointing to Zas, "and Little Twosome over there. I know who almost all of you are. It's my job to know." Just then, Kranford's wrist computer started beeping. He popped it open and a message appeared warning of another influx of mystic energy nearby. "Lovely," he said as he closed the computer. ----------------------------------------- - FalloutJack
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He stepped between all three of them. And if you don't think a man with shadow-manipulation can do that, then you need to go back and read the manual on Azura's powers. The hitman glanced from one to the next of these three and then decided how to operate here.
"Leo, they're right. You don't interfere with the missions of other agents if it can be avoided. As a hitman, I find myself sometimes crossing paths with others on missions as well. And I must say...I handle these situations a little better. I don't get deeply involved in the personal lives of others, and neither should you. If she has contacts, that's not your business. I doubt this has anything to do with us, and if it did, it's their call to talk about it."
Leo crossed his arms, nodded and what not as Azura spoke, he was doing it sarcastically but in a way that you knew he was actually listening. "Agreed, but you don't survive in a world like this by trusting everyone you meet, no matter who they say they are. So me, Mr. Paranoia here, is going to step back and be quiet, one hand out in the open, the other ready to fire," Leo responded before Azura began his second little speech. - Quote:
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"Are there any more problems that I should be aware of? Because alot of us have a common mission and some of us might just be inclined to follow just for the sake of it. Jacob, I'm not allowing you to hold Hughug prisoner unless you have a really good reason. Because for an information-gatherer, you seem to be taking the hands-on approach. And if anyone else has any trivial problems with anyone else here that are nothing compared to, oh say, the end of the world as we know it, please...let me know."
Leo gave Nick a "I know who you are and why you're here" look and gave Ava a rather suggestive one before they both left (whether they noticed or not, he didn't care). He watched them as they sauntered out, propping back up what was left of the door. He then revoked his several second old claim of shutting up and said, "Well, now that you mention it... The Russians owed me quite a bit of money after they refused to pay for an assassination I so kindly did for them so I went ahead and raided their biggest military armory to try and get my due. Unfortunately, I had to hop on out of there before I could fully cash in on their debt," he spoke remembering the large bashes on the armory door quite vividly. "The point is, I'm not inclined to trust any Russians at this time due to the big hit out on my head," Leo continued, gesturing to his head as he spoke, "So when two Russian natives, one a cyborg, and both with military training waltz on in here, secretly converse in another language, and sneak out for a private meeting I'm gonna assume something's going down," Leo lectured, "and I still do." He said pausing for a breath. "Now Kranford old bean, can I trust you and your Basement dudes to have my back with this ever-so delicate situation?" Leo asked motioning to him. "I've deduced that those two can only be here for one of two things," he continued, "Either they're going to be going at it later tonight or someone here is going to die within the next 24 hours, and I'll be damned if it's going to be me." Leo said untactfully, silently implying that they weren't here for the first choice (also wishing that he was, hitmen have needs to you know, it's a loveless line of work, *sigh*). He stared at the crew, "I'll ask again, any questions?"Outer ChicagoThe trip was a very short one for the mysterious man. There was some paranormal antagonism on the way there but nothing a good energy wave and a spray of bullets couldn't fix. He stood silent, staring at the entrance to Chicago. He had downloaded the tracking program directly to a high-end portable device, it fixated it's signal on a nameless 5-Star Hotel in the middle of town, Leo was definitely there. His feet lifted off the ground as he floated into town passing a wrecked bus and a host of police officers who were too fixated on a single, (also floating) sword-wielding man to notice him. He could get to his destination much faster and much more efficiently but he figured that it'd be best to take in the moment as he whizzed by the now paranormally desensitized denizens of Chicago. He was going to confront his long-time target after quite a bit of waiting. ------------------------------- Myyah didn't seem to acknowledge the little argument going on now, she had walked over, leaning against a wall, and was using some kind of panel/terminal thing that came out of the left arm of her gauntlet, she seemed to be relaying information to someone, or something. The language was indecipherable to humans, side effect of this was, her trench coat was now NOT covering her powered armor, which she was a little oblivious too, so her nature was fully obvious now. Interestingly enough, she was positioned in a manner that others would have to force her to move to see what she was relaying. it seemed suspicious. But the way she was acting was throwing suspicions off. ----------------------------------- Kranford looked up from his computer and looked at Leo. "That all depends. You see, we have some projects in the R&D branch that need some help. Given the tech you're packing, I'll see what I can do to keep that cyborg off of you, if you'll help my R&D buddies with their projects." -Chopper- Chopper overheard Gemini muttering to himself. Immediately the Yautja formed a psi-sword and held it over Gemini. "Listen, soft meat. None of us are bound to any oaths or obligations to keep you alive. Any funny ideas you get in your head about trying to kill us are doomed from the start. Try anything on me and I'll split you in half with a wave of my finger," growled the Predator. When he was finished talking, he stepped back to the wall and dissipated the psi-sword. ------------------------------------- John watched as several memebers of this band of misfits (and murderers, psychopaths and aliens), started arguing, especially one called Leo (Who judging by Johns experiance of him dangling him off the empire state building) Was a psychopath and paranoid with an itchy trigger and for some reason xenophobic of russians. BAH! My people have had to deal with the russians for hundreds of years and you don't hear me opening my trap. John thought (OOC: Remember hes german). John sighed and collasped in a chair Then said to Leo (in the most insulting and sarcastic tone he could muster with his accent) "Hey I have a question! Why do you you think two russians are more of a threat then, for sake of example, The three very big and very hungry looking aliens we have crowded into this room?!" -------------------------------------- Leo stood there with a vague look on his face, then took an unnecessary amount of time doing some fake pondering. "Well for starters, one is named HugHug," Leo said gesturing to the creature, "... Whom I've already interrogated and is more polite than most humans, the second is into awkward self-mutilation," he continued pointing to a trail of blood leading up to Zas, "and the last one is an ally by extension being affiliated with the Basement and what not and Kranford and I have promised not to kill each other... That is assuming he doesn't ever accept a job involving Jennifer Love Hewitt and assuming I never call him Kranberry again," Leo said purposely coughing and subsequently tossed a Vanelic plasma case to Kranford as per his previous request. ---------------------------------------- Kranford noticed Myyah start punching several commands into the console on her forearm. A quick nod to Chopper and the Predator stole several glances over at Myyah's console. A small helmet cam in Chopper's mask popped out to view what was being punched into the keyboard, which in turn fed directly into Kranford's SecTec computer. 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SNAFU, Page 21
"Twosome........" Gemini had the sudden urge to take out a pistol and shoot Kranford, but he relegated it to just a twitch. "Not this time." He looked to Kranford. "Don't ever call me twosome." A little later, Gemini was pulled over by the Predator, who was saying that any chance to destroy them was futile, and was highlighted by the psi-sword dangling above Gem's head. He looked a little confused, but had a look also as if he was chiding him, "What ever do you mean? I have not done anything wrong...." Later still, or maybe even the whole time, the Atlantian had turned herself away from the main discussion, and looked as if she was covering something, to do this though, it seemed that she had to take her coat off, revealing the power armor she had beneath, along with her svelte body. Gemini could feel what was going through his dark side. "You seriously have no brain at all, she could easily wipe you out." "Us, remember? Besides... will you just look at that!" "Don't make me go medieval on you...." ----------------------------- Hana glanced tiredly around at he chaos surrounding her. Deciding that nothing interesting was going on, she slipped silently out of the room and walked down the stairs and out of the hotel into the cold night air. ----------------------------- Jordan opened one of the doors to find it was a closet. He quietly closed it again, then turned to the window and stared at the city skyline. Even with all the weird shit that had been going on lately, Chicago still looked nice in the afternoon light. There were no clouds visible, and the sky was empty except for a single airliner high overhead and a few pigeons. Jordan stared at it for a few moments, then moved away and sat on the edge of the bed to keep an eye on what was going on. -------------------------------- Zas looked at his claw, it had finished regrowing. Flexing his newly regrown claw Zas stared at everyone in the room while making the occasinal clicking noise. ------------------------------- OOC: Might be an odd day today. I saw both Hudson Hawk and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead back to back.
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"Do any of you know where I can find a tailor? My coat's kind of on fire."
"Uhhhh..."
Let's rewind, shall we? Police had received reports of several-odd disturbances. One was demons, one was robots, and one was...whatever the hell this was. Basically, the call had come out as "Big, red, flying thing chasing a bus." Demons, they were alright with, especially since some mercenary chap had blown it BACK to hell. The robots? Gone. Possibly a false alarm. No trace of them, you see. This? Several squad cars had arrived to find an ordinary-looking man with a sword beating the hell out of a nasty, squelchy, flesh-ball. So, on the point of the officers, they deserve their outright confusion. Nevertheless, one of them attempted at speech, starting with nervous laughter.
"Eh heh heh heh... Well, strictly speaking, erm... That way?"
He pointed in the direction. Now, please oh please make the burning man go away so we can go back to our happy place and order a pizza!
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God-Damn Meeting II>>>>>
The debates continued, and...Azura, for one, was now getting tired of it. It wasn't really a meeting anymore. More of a bicker-fest at this point. They were never going to see entirely eye-to-eye, though that made a certain sense when you considered the alien presence, the international incidents waiting to happen, and the...dubious exercises of the girl in the...power-armor? Okay, Azura had to secretly steal a glance of that, mostly because he was just curious. A shadow-tendril with a black eyeball came to loom three feet over Myyah's console for that, while the Preddie was also doing his thing. He couldn't help it. It looked...really weird, and she seemed hella-advanced. And...what'd she say she was? A...Masari Sentinel? He'd have to ask later. No time right now.
There were two things on his mind. First...he wanted a plan. And second...he wanted these people out of his room because they were seriously beginning to annoy him. It was about time to make some leader-type decisions and see if they listen to that. Azura noticed that Hana left. Well...that was alright, really. It wasn't like she had to stay. Ah hell... What was he doing with all this? It was freakin' crazy. Azura started humming a song while waiting for people to quiet down a little...and he noticed Zas had regrown his claw... What ever happened to the old one, anyway? Probably chucked in a bin somewhere. Anyway...
"Alright, I've had about my fill."
Time to get his directing on...
"I'm not interested in most of this personal debate. Leo, neither of the Russian twosome even knew they were coming here, so I doubt they're planning a hit. You'd hardly still be discussing it if they were. Jacob, I think you can agree that things aren't going to work exactly to code. But since your talents are wasted as a security guard, I'll relieve you of that problem and you can go back to your REAL missions."
Then, after launching a smirk at Hughug...
"Congratulations. I'm your parole officer. You can expect such treatment as not being held at gunpoint, since I don't have a gun. I assume you don't mind my keeping an eye you a bit. And I'm sure you know that I have no intention of being food."
He said this while also looking at Zas as well, and then his attentions turned to Kranford, his guys, and Gemini.
"Kranford, would you and your guys take Gemini out of here until he recovers. Possibly until he stops arguing with himself?"
Because he was already getting on his nerves. Both of him! That just left final announcements...
"It's been a long days night and we've been working like a dog, so I personally would like to get some sleep. Anyone who doesn't have any further business with me...please leave. If we're gonna organize at all, I'd like to talk more in the morning, but right now...an aspirin is calling."
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It was sort of like a black shadow in his mind, somewhere even farther back than his shadow-side was. So, if evil Gemini was an id, what was this? Well, it was that cold voice from before. Surprised? We're not. He's been watching...
"So, they make light of your situation, using the 'twosome' word, over and again... In retrospect, should you have said that out loud? We're thinking not. But don't worry. You could find freedom and the ecstasy of a clear head if you but listen. The world need not be as black and white to you, but subtle in its inflections...provided you pay heed to my words."
A tempter, stoic and strong, speaking into Gemini's mind alone and feeding off of his complex. It wanted something, more than just his eyes to see the events going on. Were any of these lunatypes valuable? Perhaps an insurrection was prudent while the imp looked the other way...
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"What do you MEAN you're stuck?! You shouldn't have been filling your fat face with human flesh then, you fricking dumbass!! IS THAT ENOUGH ALLITERATION FOR YOUR BRAIN-DEAD BODY?!"
He hung up, growling in a rage. You ask one Macabre to do a SIMPLE task, a surgical strike on the hotel, and he flubs it up. Stuck in the elevator for being too fucking fattened up and entwined with the circuitry... Maybe if those blood-beasts didn't invest so much into muscle and sinew for their bodies, they might try and grow A REAL BRAIN! The thing in the chair with the TVs was more than a little pissed off now. Maybe it was about time he gave up this couch potato gig...
OOC: Going for a part to transcend into the next day so I can get the next phase of the party started. ------------------------------- Kranford got up from his chair and loaded his gear into his duffels and backpack. Whisper and Sukavich did the same. "Whisper, Sukavich, get Gemini and haul him over to your room. Chopper and I will follow shortly," ordered the hitman. Almost immediately, Whisper and Sukavich pulled Gemini to his feet, with his arms over their shoulders, and took him to their room. Chopper walked behind them, with his plasma caster trained on Gemini's spinal column.
"If you need us, we'll be in Room 463. See you guys in the morning," said Kranford as he left the room. He followed down the hall after his pals.
"How much of that stuff did you shoot him full of, Chopper?" asked Whisper as he helped Sukavich cart Gemini down the hall.
"Enough to leave his brain a bit scrambled for a while. Large doses of healing compound tend to do that to humans. He'll be fine in the morning," replied Chopper.
"Well, here we are," said Sukavich as he opened the door to their room. The trio casually plopped Gemini onto the bed, while Chopper took the poor sod's weapons and cased them in a force bubble. Kranford entered the room soon after. It was then that Whisper spoke up.
"Request permission to shadow Hana," spoke the yaun-ti.
"Permission granted," replied the assassin, "keep an eye on her, and do what you can to keep her dad off her, got it? I still hold a grudge against that guy for trying to keep this thing a secret from me."
Whisper fitted himself into his gear and left as Sukavich took up a rest spot on the other bed while Chopper put another force wall over the windows. Kranford looked at Gemini and simply said, "Sleep, there's nothing else you can do."
The assassin promptly set his duffels on the floor in the opposite side of the room, set up a bedroll, and went to sleep. Chopper kept an eye on Gemini so as to make sure he did nothing funky.
*Whisper Only* Whisper slid down the grapple line until he landed on the ground outside. He released the grapple line and reeled it back in, drew his bow, and proceeded to shadow Hana. He even chameleoned himself to keep from being seen by the girl. ------------------------------------- Hughug tilted his head slightly. "Parole officer? Well, ok then, feel free to watch me." Hughug then turned to Kranford and spoke. "Good night humanoid, sleep tight, don't let the Balrackens bite." Hughug slowly turned, and walked over to Azura's bed. He bent down, and then crawled under it. A second later, a loud snoring noise boomed, and the bed shook radically. Hughug was out for the night. ---------------------------------------- "Well if everythings done here I guess Ill just explore the hotel, and by explore I mean pray that two face over there didnt kill off the entire hotel staff and that room service still exists." John said as he got out of the chair and staggered out of the room, physically exhausted after the days ordeals. Walking up to the elevator he started mashing the down button, to tired to relize the elevator wasn't responding. -------------------------------------- It was dark outside. Half of the city lights were out and the streetlights were no help whatsoever. The two walked along, briskly. After a time of silent camaraderie --- or rather, ‘just silence’ --- Ava wondered how they would get to Phillips. She knew where he was (which happened to be their current destination), but she also knew that there were plenty of guards too. While it would be too difficult to infiltrate the place on her own, with Nickolai’s help, she felt confident enough.
“I’ve got an idea.” She mumbled.
Ava pulled her blackberry out of her black leather jacket and dialed. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Nickolai. He was a mystery to her. Looking no more than a kid fresh into college, and having scars running up the length of his neck, she wondered what kind of life he had led. How could one who appeared to be so youthful, help her? What experience had he? Her allegorical questions would have to wait until later, as she now heard the person on the other line answer. She responded with a plain, “It’s me.”
“What is it?” The voice questioned.
“More of a who.” Ava countered, glancing at the Russian walking along next to her.
“Who?” The anonymous tone queried again.
“He’s an enemy that I’ve been personally observing. Permission to bring him in?” Ava endeavored to make it seem as though she was genuinely irate towards the ‘Who’.
“He…Him… Damn it, Ambrosine, this isn’t twenty questions. What the hell are you blathering on about?” The voice was aggravated.
Ava flinched, balled her fists in fury towards HIM and it was no longer difficult to play up the anger for the sake of her scheme. “A German spy.” Ava decided on a different approach. “Shall I bring him in---Or not.” With the latter two words being spoken in quick irritation to make Phillips believe she did not care whether she was to take him in, or kill him on the spot. Acting. Naturally, as an assassin, she was good at two things. Being invisible, and making others believe something entirely different.
Phillips did not answer immediately. There was a long, piercing pause and then the reaction.
“The government isn’t in the habit of nabbing people just because they’re ‘a German spy’. You’ve never given me reason to doubt your gut feeling before…I better not regret this, Ambrosine… Get him over here ASAP.” Ava heard the click of the line going dead and she half smirked. “Arrogant idiot.”
She muttered. “We’ve got our ticket in.” She said dismally to Nickolai, speculating what he thought about being her ‘prisoner’. ----------------------------- Nickolai shrugged. He preferred a head on approach, but if the mission required it, he would come in. With a thought, he moved the translator from english to German. The nanomachines moved ever so slightly, taking on a less slovian appearance."Ya, naturlih." he said in German. "Poshli" this time the reply was in russian.His German translator was not as good as his english, but it wouldn't be needed for long.
The Grach vavered a bit as Nickolai readied explosive rounds instead of incidiery. He stepped through the streets, walking behind his captor, his charge. ------------------------------ It was some bizzare, greyish, endless space. One side of Gem was not enough to fill his entire head, so there was this continuation of a plane. His dark side was sleeping, yet even it it's slumber it still looked as if it was sadistic. Then, like an echo, that voice rang out. Or was it vice? Smooth seductress of the words, unearthly yet still enticing. It called for safety, for relaxation, for nirvana. It was as if it guarenteed that it would send Gem straight to the gates of heaven itself. Strangest thing, while it was indeed true that his dark side personified all evil, it did not trust anyone, even itself. However, his light side fell for the voice.
"What do you want me to do?" ----------------------------------- Leo turned his head to Azura at his first sentence, he paused as he addressed them. During another pause, Leo spoke, "Got it, but I can't say the same for my paranoia who probably doesn't," he said almost gesturing to a little man on his shoulders who advised him to treat strangers with unnecessary hostility. Azura began talking again, Leo phased out when he realized he was talking to someone else. He walked in formation into a portal, saluting, "I'm going to bed, time to split!" Leo finished, closing it around him.
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Back in his room, Leo slumped on the bed, groaning. He turned over and pulled out his PDA, he clicked for a couple seconds, setting a radar perimeter, if anyone got too close to the room, he'd be woken up. Leo rested the device near his pillow and kept a sidearm out in the event it went off. It was unlikely though, only Azura knew where his room was, the only visitors he might get were lost patrons and maybe the occasional maid.
Leo closed his eyes. ...
... After a minute he hopped up and closed the shades, he didn't need anymore overgrown brains snooping around looking for him...
Near the Hotel The lurking man stopped outside a hotel, the front door was slightly damaged, looked like gunfire. Staring at his program again, he confirmed Leo's residence inside the building. The sun had already set, I'll find him tomorrow, the man reasoned. Walking inside, some no-name janitors were clearing up what was once the front desk and a portly business man was repeatedly clicking the elevator button, yelling into his headset. Leo's stalker changed his stride, acting as if he was already lodged here. He opened the stairwell, reached the second floor, and picked a room from the many in the hall. After attaching his computer to the card key door, it took only a few clicks to open it. The man turned the knob and threw his stuff on the bed. "Tomorrow." -------------------------- Hana listened carefully to the sound waves around her. Judging by how much less hectic they felt, she assumed that the gathering was over. With noplace in particular that she wanted to go, she began sprinting in the directon with the strangest sound waves. what the hell is that? she wondered, realizing that she'd never heard anything even remotely close to them. --------------------------- Jordan waited until about half the people had left, then moved to his room a floor down. He opened the door to number 506 and checked it briefly, then blocked off the peephole with duct tape, locked the door, and closed the curtains. Once this was done, he turned the lamp on and took his custom pistol out of his bag. It fired powerful .45 rounds, and had a blinding flash device mounted below the barrel. In fact, it almost looked like a small, boxy submachine gun. Confident that it was intact, he placed it in the drawer by his bedside, turned out the light, and fell asleep. ---------------------------- *Whisper only* Whisper followed after Hana at a decent distance. He wasn't sure what she was up to, but orders were orders, and Whisper was supposed to be her shadow at Kranford's behest. She certainly was fast, but Whisper was able to keep her within sight just fine. If Hana tried to spot the yuan-ti behind her, she would see nothing but a slight shimmer.
*Chopper only* Chopper looked back through his wrist computer's records at Myyah's communication. He had heard of the Masari before, but never seen them. They had arrived a while after the Yautja had left the soft meat humans to fend for themselves (or at least that's how he saw it). Deciding that he had to get his own answers, Chopper popped a force bubble around Gemini, leaving a tiny hole for him to breathe through; the bubble would dissipate when Kranford woke up. The energy signature on Myyah's suit was almost impossible to miss; it put Chopper's to shame with no contest. He tracked her down to Azura's room, and she was just finishing up the message on her armor system.
"A Masari, eh? I think we both have a few questions to ask each other. If you want to carry this discussion further, meet me on the rooftop," spoke the hunter. He immediately turned around and walked down the hallway to the stairs. Whether Myyah wanted to follow was up to her.
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SNAFU, Page 22 Jacob nodded to Azura's offer. He felt better if Hughug would be under his watch. Azura seemed like the kind of man who could handle it. He felt fine about most of the people there. All of them seemed to be docile enough, or at least they could be taken down if they became a problem. Most of them wouldn't be a problem for himself. But there was one, Myyah. Another person came into the room, and called her a "Masari". Jacob had no idea what that could mean, and the energy that he felt coming from her... or was it her armor?, either way, he doubted he could do much against her alone. He hoped he wouldn't have to. Depending on what happened, he may have to do something. Throughout all the negotiations, Jacob still remained silent. Content to simply stay relatively unnoticed and allowed to size up the... competition. ---------------------------- Myyah glanced up from the computer of her gauntlet, towards the Predator who seemed to know what she was. "A Masari, eh? I think we both have a few questions to ask each other. If you want to carry this discussion further, meet me on the rooftop," To her, this made her amused, tho it sounded interesting, so she decided to entertain his offer and went up towards the rooftop. Turning her wrist computer off as she did. ------------------------------ - "FalloutJack"
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"Eh heh heh heh... Well, strictly speaking, erm... That way?"
He pointed in the direction. Now, please oh please make the burning man go away so we can go back to our happy place and order a pizza!
Zachary looked on, nonplussed. What kind of answer was that? 'That way?' Come on. The officer couldn't have been less specific if he'd have said 'somewhere in the city'! "...You have got to be kidding me." Zachary said, having regained his ability to speak. "You have seriously got to be fucking kidding me. Could you be a little more specific, maybe? I'd appreciate it." Or, so he said. Upon finishing that sentence, he shook his head and rose off the ground lightly. "You know what? Never mind. I'll just figure it out on my own. Worthless..." Finished talking, Zachary immediately faced the direction the officer had pointed, and began floating away, rather rapidly even. He could find the fucking tailor on his own...and, while he's at it, he might want to think about picking up a cell phone or something. Maybe a PDA. He had keep in touch with his employer somehow... ----------------------- OOC: Alright, this is the big transition post. Sorry for the big ole' delay and all. For those of you who did not have your characters zonk out, please fill in the gap between the night and next morning with relevent stuff that sounds like it could go from late night to the start of a brand new morning. That way, we can catch up with our man, Yazgrathe. (I will be doing Azura's morning actions, for instance.) Oh, and I know Death didn't post, but I'm not exactly giving two shits right now. What was he gonna do, anyway? So, let's get this goin' on! IC>>>>> Late Night Issues at the Hotel>>>>>Fortunately for John, the Macabre in the elevator was still stuck. However, it might interest him to know that some of the buttons were inexplicably bleeding. Time to exercise those legs, John-boy. You're walking to your room. The elevator was apparently lodged in between the third and fourth floor right now, and the repair crews hadn't been able to get at it. Nick and Ava were not assaulted immediately as they headed out to their contact. However, an undertall gray-skinned alien DID make a wolf-whistle at her. Also, they passed by several individuals wearing black articles of clothing to every part of their bodies, with longcoats to conceal the weapons they had. However, said party ignored the two, so there was no fight. Besides, they were programmed to observe stealth habits right now. The ironic part is that the soundwaves Hana was following were the transmissions of the incognito robots going back and forth from their units. Myyah had blown one up at the train station, but did you really think that that was the only one? She would probably find the waves coming off of the individuals that ignored Ava and Nick earlier on if she felt like investigating. Fact is, though, they were doing nothing but moving around town and observing things, responding to no one. Zachery had managed to find a load of abandoned places in sort of a market square sort of setting. Some sort of battle had taken place here earlier, but things were abandoned otherwise. Strange that the looters didn't get anything... He found a decent clothing store, a Radio Shack, an ice cream parlor, and what have you! The only downside was...hah...zombies. Looks like Romero had some fun in here, or possibly Max Brooks. Still, he had fire power, so no problems...right? Things otherwise seemed quiet for the night, as nobody disturbed the people and aliens going to sleep at this time. Myyah and Whisper could also talk peacefully enough over...whatever. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Azura's Room, After People Left>>>>>The hitman yawned. Long fucking day. He soon took off his jacket, revealing a white shirt, and started to remove his tie when he noticed...Jacob, still standing there, observing. Seconds later, Jacob was pushed outside of Azura's room. And if you don't think Mister Shadow-Trails here can do that, then you haven't been paying attention. Azura shut the door, then opened it again long enough to say... "And don't linger out in the halls either." ...before shutting and locking his door. Removing his tie, he looked back at the bed, which had snoring under it. As a child, he'd always wondered if there was a monster under his bed, and now he had one...who was snoring. Go figure. He turned off the lights and lay down on the bed. After a moment, he talked to himself. "Let's see... I have an alien vacuum cleaner running under my bed and a Zerg taking up a fair amount of space in my room. I'd say I've had a full day." So saying, he applied a pair of good earplugs and went to sleep. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Head of Gemini>>>>>The voice of Shizzerak had this to say in Gemini's dual-mind... "Seek the Shizzerak in the warzone area surrounded by men-at-arms. Half their layer is not what they seem, but the last line still holds, so guile is required. Should the intellect be lacking, Yazgrathe, gateway of the flesh, knows the way."...and then fell silent, detached from the telepathic conversation. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> CHA-CHING!! NEXT DAY!!!>>>>>Azura's Room, The Quest For Coffee>>>>>It was five seconds until his alarm went off. Three, two, one. Click. "-is Three Dog, your master of ceremony! And now for some, nah nah-nah nah, morning news! It seems we have a new crimp in the traffic today, children. Some of our local boys were just toddling along when a ghoulish freak o' nature stepped onto the road an' exploded. Dunno what ta' make of that myself, but stay off the highways for a little while until the patrol can get a handle on it."Click. The radio was switched off. Azura was awake, but groggy. His earplugs weren't 100% effective for Hughug's snoring. Oh well. He stood up and walked out of his room with the intention of heading downstairs for breakfast. This was assuming that the dining hall didn't blow up while he was asleep and nobody's duck was on fire. He proceeded to walk past the elevator.... Hang on. Looks like it's working. Azura presses the button and waits, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. *Ding!*The door slides open and...Azura almost doesn't get what he's looking at. Is it...a wall of faces? The Macabre in the yells at him and suddenly he's more alert now, backing up as tentacles reach out after him. A shadow-appendage manifests from his own shadow and projects three blades into the flesh of the creature. It only yells in pain, though, rather than getting killed. Suddenly, there's a loud rumble as THE WHOLE ELEVATOR lunged out at him, pulled out by the Macabre being so thoroughly attached to it! Azura jumped and rolled out of the way, down the hall again. He stood up and sighed, watching the elevator-Macabre turn its entire mass to face him again. "It's too early for this kind of thing..." ------------------------------- Jordan gradually woke up as the alarm clock started bleeping at him. He groggily shut it off, then laid in bed for a moment before forcing himself to sit up. He took the pistol out of his bedside table, checked it for any changes, and put it back. Jordan yawned, then got dressed and went down to the dining area to make himself some coffee. ------------------------------ The night before: Bleeding buttons wasn't exactly something john wanted to deal with when he was half asleep so he decieded to take the stairs down to his room (oddly enough he was in the same hotel as this azura). When he got to his room he collasped face first into his bed and fell straight to sleep. Present time: John woke up when his alarm clock decieded to go off. Looking at the time he groaned. Stupid effing jet lag he thought as he got up. Picking up his PDA he checked through all his messages. Spam, Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans and spam with a side of spam. He thought. Pulling out his luggage which were still in the room he grabbed some extra ammo for his gun and headed straight to the dining room through the stairs, hoping it still existed after yesterdays fiasco. ---------------------------- Zas had not moved since the night before how can any human get anything done with these extremly short days I will never know he thought as he watched as the sun rise behind the skyscrapers bathing the buildings in radiant light at least the planet doesnt resemble the humans he thought as dawns light watched over him. A loud snore broke him out of his day dreaming, it took him a second to realize that it was Hughug making that horrid noise not a predator from his homeworld, Clicking in disgust he watched Azura leave the room, seconds later he heard an unearthly roar. Bursting out of the room (destroying both the door and the frame with him) he came to face a rather curious scene, Azura was faceing off what appeared to be an elevator with a blob of flesh sticking out of it. Zas taken aback by this odd scene asked Azura in a rather confused tone "do you require my help to kill what ever this thing is"? ------------------------------ [IC] "Yawn... Mmff..." Leo groaned, parting the quiet air in his room. Nothing beats a good nights sleep in an actual bed after a 36 hour run, right? He hopped up and exited the bed. Moving over to the bathroom, he pulled some toiletries from a portal and started to freshen up. After a couple minutes, he went over to raid the fridge for breakfast. Nothing, "cheap bastards". He opened a portal and stuck his entire head in, emerging seconds later with a ham sandwich. Funny thing about most alternate dimensions, they make great refrigerators. Another couple minutes passed, Leo was fully ready for anything but had nothing to do. He flicked on his PDA for another look at the scans. Their was a compacted energy spike in a room on the second floor, but more interesting was the enormous mass in the elevator, near Azura's room no less. He picked up his gun and headed out the door with his PDA in his other hand, "Either someone broke a world record at McDonald's or there's a big ass thing in that elevator," he mumbled to himself. He got halfway to the stairwell and stopped. "This is stupid," he said to himself, subsequently hopping into a portal. He appeared down the hall from Azura, his battle in clear view. "It's too early for this kind of thing...""Speak for yourself!" Leo yelled sinking some glowing rounds from his handgun into parts of the monster that were oozing out of wall. "Do you require my help to kill what ever this thing is?" The clicking scorpion-whatever thing said to Azura. "Knock yourself out Zas, and erm, that's an Earth expression for 'go ahead' " Leo said to him recalling his polite but literal naivety. ------------------------ - FalloutJack,Nov 4 2008
- 04:44 PM
Head of Gemini>>>>>
The voice of Shizzerak had this to say in Gemini's dual-mind...
"Seek the Shizzerak in the warzone area surrounded by men-at-arms. Half their layer is not what they seem, but the last line still holds, so guile is required. Should the intellect be lacking, Yazgrathe, gateway of the flesh, knows the way."
...and then fell silent, detached from the telepathic conversation.
Well, for our resident psychopath, it was evident. There was a large troop formation around what was left of Chicago's east side. Gemini had seen it while he was flying away from the Macabre. However, Gemini was not in the mood to levitate to the formation. No, if he was to get in correctly, he would have to bbypass any off the questioning bullshit and go straight to the fighting, the feeling of being dramatic and uber-badass aside. No, he would do something else. Slowly striding to the roof of the building (via the stairs, of course), he let himself fall off. Then, using the Pike, he caught himself and swung to the next holding. From building to building, Gemini swung akin to Spiderman throughout the streets of Chicago, singing to himself, "At midnight all the agents and superhuman crew, go out and round up everyone who know more than they do..." Soon he saw what he was looking for, and with a bit of momentum, he swung himself highwards, using his levitation to dampen the fall. He split himself, his dark side still slightly knocked out from the drugs, and laid him down to sleep. Then he went up to the first set of shocked soldiers: "Give me Shizzerak, or I will vanquish all of you...." Well, surprise surprise, they opened fire. However, Gem was ready for it, he dodged, and disabled two people holding SMGs. Firing at the soldier's legs and arms, while still on the move, he began to go through all the troops, clearing them. Meanwhile a group was assigned ro watch the shadow figure lying on the ground. Unfortunately for them, Gemini's dark side was waking up.... " Hey, you're not the woman I ordered....." He looked at the other troops. " Or you, or you...," He puled out the pike, " Onetwothreefourfive.... well, it looks like, you will all have to share....." Before any of the soldiers could react, one was already stabbed in the stomach, and was flung 10 feet. Another was slashed across the throat and was thrown straight into the air. The others took off running, but Gem was too fast for them. A bludgion to the head, another one fell. One was tripped by the Pike's hook across the knees, and was stabbed in the chest. Four. Gem threw the Pike like a spear, it hit the last soldier in the back, straight on the spinal cord. Down he went. And in his light side's non-lethal clearing, and his dark's destruction of all things with a gun, the duo began to make it's way towards the center... (OOC) Woot for epic long posts and quoting Bob Dylan! I had lots of fun. And yes, thre will be blood. I think that I might've broken a rule with destroying everyone, however.... --------------------------- Myyah had reached the rooftop, but exsaustion called her away from it, so whatever the predator wanted would have to wait. She eventually woke up, yawning, and stretching, she then went and put her Masari Power Armor, back on, reactivated it, then left the room, not even caring to grab her Trenchcoat, her power armor had detected a threat down the hall, so she had decided to investigate it, The predator would have to wait. "Huh? What the? I didn't know a sack of flesh could be that enormously fat....Damn...Fucking broke a universal record. Hell, Buddha is one FAAAT Bastard, and not even HE's as fat as this freak" She didn't know WHAT that thing was, but that was indeed her comment, she was dumbfounded...at the thing in the elevator. ----------------------------- *Chopper* The Predator never reached the rooftop. His computer had detected the energy spike in the elevator shaft, except that this time it was much closer. Deciding that this was not the time to talk with the goddess, he simply waited near the elevator shaft in a side hallway. Several hours later, he saw Azura pop out of his room, which probably triggered the large beastie to try to spring out of the elevator. Muttering several curses in Yautja, the hunter charged up his new-found cryokinesis and started blasting at the thing with numerous large bolts of sub-zero energy. "Kranford, we have a gatecrasher in the elevator!" he roared over his radio. *Kranford and Sukavich* The two basement agents woke up just as Gemini was leaping off the building. "Son of a bitch!" was the only thing Kranford could say as he saw the splitsied hero go sailing through the air. The hitman immediately accessed his radio and picked up Whisper on the other end. "Whisper! Don't worry about Hana," he spoke into the radio, "we have bigger fish to fry. Track down Gemini and put him under. He was last seen swinging in the direction of the danger zone, so watch out." Kranford and Sukavich loaded up their weapons and put on their equipment, then walked out the room. Almost immediately, they saw the elevator lurch out at Azura as a fleshy mass attempted to pop out of the shaft. "Ohhh, shit," were the only words Sukavich and Kranford could think of as they both raised their weapons and unloaded on the Macabre (Sukavich with his force thrower on focused bolts, while Kranford used the 10-gauge shotgun mounted on his converted .223, which was loaded with Flechette rounds). *Whisper* Whisper was still tracking Hana when his radio burst into life. Upon receiving the message, he simply said "I'm on it," back in reply. Shifting his attention to the Spiderman-wannabe, Whisper primed his grapple launchers and swung after him from building to building (a feat that someone with two launchers is easily capable of) until his quarry landed in the middle of a group of soldiers and started cleaning house. The agent jumped down at the last second and rolled with the impact, his springheel boots absorbing the rest. He landed behind Gemini and fired up his aversion, and proceeded to knock the legs out from under the Gemini's dark side with his force gauntlet, a blow that was easily capable of shattering his legs and knocking him to the ground. (nothing Chopper's psionic surgery couldn't fix.) ----------------------------- Jacob had left Azura's room and had taken the stairs to reach the bottom floor. Missing the Macabre. He glided out of the hotel and activated his COM system. He began searching for a place with less people. He found it in on a well lighted backstreet. He then spoke into his COM system for the first time since he had turned it on in Azura's room. "Director, did you hear everything?" "Yes. The information will prove valuable, however, you should have eliminated the two aliens then and there, instead of leaving them to Azura." "Director I simply did what I judged-" "Your judgment has proved itself unreliable time and time again. Now you're going to have to wait for another chance. And you WILL take it." "Yes father..." "Do NOT go against orders again. Now shut the COM system off." Jacob did so angrily. He began to emit energy, and a nearby dumpster was crushed into a pancake and pushed several feet into the ground. *The next morning?* Jacob returned from his street to the Hotel and entered once again. Making for the stairs. He reached the floor where Azura's room was, and found a Macabre stuck in an elevator and going after Azura, the Masari appeared to be there as well. He did not however activate his arm cannons, the hotel probably couldn't withstand any more collateral damage. -------------------------------- After inspecting the sound Hana shrugs and returns to her hotel room. She's exausted, but paranoia forces her to remain awake throughout the remainder of the night. -------------------------------- Much like our first together post, this is Me and Hev alternating posting. We would have made our post shorter, but that would be fucking with the timeline, since we were going to take care of her thing at night, and Jack skipped the night, giving us some creative freedom. --Nighttime----- Nickolai walked the streets. No one seemed to bother him, but his scanners kept ever vigilant. A grey skinned alien made a wolf whistle, but did not enter a 10 meter radius around Nickolai and Ava at which Nickolai would open fire. Nonetheless, Nickolai's right eye took a photo of the alien for future identification. a quick thought to the temperature readings showed that a chill was over the nighttime street, but it wasn't anything Nickolai could feel. The radar showed a group of individual approaching, and a further scan displayed the weapons hidden under the long coats they were wearing. They were mechanoid, and so Nickolai paused as his brain conjured up several ways to deal with them if necessary.. The individuals did not attempt any hostile actions, but rather moved out of Nick's path in a stealthy manner, and so he passed by them, keeping a lock on target on each of them and his finger on the trigger. He had calculated that if needed, he would be able to send 3 explosive rounds each of their ways in 0..57 seconds. He'd need to recalibrate that when he got back, but for now, that was sufficient. -- Nick seemed tense. Like a toy, wound up too tight. Not really nervous-tense, but rather wary. Ava's mind wandered as she walked. Who was the man with the group who was so desperately paranoid about her and Nick? What was the matter with him...What had he done? She was genuinely curious, but for now, she would have to focus on the task at hand. The two turned a corner and she reviewed their course of action in her head gaining a hard expression with a set jaw.. She would have rather had daylight to complete their little task, but she was an assassin. Night was as good a time as any. When they got finished, they weren't going to stick around anyway. Ava noticed her surroundings, then looked to Nickolai saying, "Ostalas tolko para kvartalov” -- "Ostalas tolko para kvartalov" Ava spoke up. "Horosho." the walk was eventless until they made it to the warehouse. Nickolai eyed the place of meeting 500m away and let his grach dissapear into his cloth. He paced himself so that he would end up behind Ava when they reached their destination. Although he hovered over her in height, he tried to look captured as best he could. He passed the weapons bag to Ava before they were in eyesight of anyone inside the facility. -- Ava took the bag from Nickolai, slung it over her shoulder and said quietly, "Sleduiy za mnoi.." Normally, I'd have him drugged, but I can't very well do that.. Handcuffed? No.... Gun to his head? Yes. Ava worked out in her head and stopped for a moment to pull out her pistol. She put it to his head and walked with him to the door.. There was a man outside that she nodded to. He was the night guard, dressed as a bum. Ava slowly opened the door and gave Nickolai a push through the door that SHOULD have sent him stumbling, but not with him.. She hoped he got the hint that he needed to act the part of the prisoner.. "Nadeyus srabotayet…” She muttered as they entered the dark warehouse and followed the entry hall towards the depths of the building. Find Phillips, take care of him first, and the rest would follow. -- "Sledui za mnoi" Ava said as she put a gun to his head. She took the bag, and slung it over her shoulder. As they approached the warehouse, she nodded to a bum and tried to push him inside. Nickolai accelerated his hydraulics in order to appear to stumble forward under the push. Can't have someone who just easily slung a 40 kilogram bag over her shoulder not being able to push a spy, can we?.. He grabbed on to the door frame to appear to keep balance as a tiny mine ejected from his hand and burrowed into the wall, blending in with its surroundings.. It wasn't anything big, but it'd be enough to take down the door and stop outside reinforcements when they'd come. After it blended, Nickolai took his hand off the doorframe and straightened himself, walking forward. his eyes took in the environment, adding it to his files. -- Nickolai, to her relief, followed her cues. Inside the warehouse, there were many people. Guards, agents, etc... Ava and Nickolai moved among them, sometimes some of them stared at the woman who was holding a gun to his head, but mostly it was part of the job so the ignored it. One did not though. "You, Ambrosine. Where are you taking this man?" A man asked. She swallowed and answered. "Direct orders to take him to Phillips, sir." She replied carefully. The man eyed her suspiciously, but did not press further. Finally, he said, "Carry on." And she continued with Nickolai towards the room where the snake lay in wait. She came to a door and reached inside the breast pocket of her jacket to retrieve the key card. Sliding it slowly, the door unlocked and opened, then closed after the two had stepped through. This way was the right way. Ava took a breath and plunged deeper into her scheme. -- Nickolai scanned every person in the room, cross referncing them to the American agents in his database. This was not the way he liked it, as he would rather prefer a head on approach, but this was okay as long as the mission was successful. And Just perhaps, he'd be able to take out the other American scum as well.. -- No one was currently in Ava's hall, so she put the gun down for a minute and spoke to Nickolai in a hushed tone. "Evo drev, ona pryamo na verhu etoi lestnitzy, y ohranyaetsa dvumya ohrannikami. Oni osmotryat tebya na povod oruzhiya, tak chto esli est chtoto shto tyi mozshesh mne otdat to zdelay eto. Oni moyo otberut tozhe, tak chto Ya ne uverena kak myiu eto zdelayem… Mozhet esli myi zamanim ohranu v komnatu y kakto zaberyom oruzhie---" Ava cut off, remembering that Nickolai didn't need a weapon to kill someone. He was a weapon... ----------------------- Nickolai opened some skin on his side and a metal cavity opened up. He placed the gun inside and the nano machines began to work to remake the skin once again. "Kuda oni zaberut moyo oryzhie?’’ -- "Umno." She spoke and led the way down the hall. As soon as she reached the stairs, she gave Nickolai a look that clearly meant for him to keep quiet until the action. Climbing the stairs quite briskly, she made it to the top and walked down another hallway to the end, where two men stood outside of a door. "Who are you?" One asked. "Alexis Vera Ambrosine." She replied in a heavy accent. "Who's he?" The other one asked. Ava simply nodded towards the door, and one of the guards sighed and poked his head into the room before disappearing inside.. Muffled voices were heard, and the guard shortly returned. "They both check out." He said gruffly. To that, the other guard frisked both Ava and Nickolai and took Ava's equipment, before the two were led into the room.They were left there with the door closed securely behind them. A lone man sat behind a desk and looked up from his paperwork. "Ambrosine... You finally decided to show.." He spoke with a menace in his voice. Ava could not find the words to speak for a moment, so she stared coldly. An energy like ice rippled through the air as the two faced off. This man was responsible for her imprisonment. Her torture.. Her fingers itched to take his neck and snap it without a thought, but unfortunately, she had not taken the "assassin's" approach to things this time. A vibe of anger raced in her blood as she gazed at the man. "So who is he?" Phillips asked, as if Nickolai weren't standing there. Phillips dwarfed her in size, but she did not quiver in fear as he would have liked. "Someone here for a specific purpose..." She answered, cryptically, then gave Nickolai a slight nod. -- Nickolai walked over casually to Phillips. "You see, my good man," He said with a German accent, "We have something important to discuss. I would even say, Vital, to your continued existence!" He arrived at the desk. Phillips scooted away from Nickolai, reaching in his table for his gun. "And what would I want to discuss with you?" Phillips said, raising an eyebrow. "Your soul burning in hell." Nickolai responded. Phillips was unable to press the alarm button before Nickolai's fingers dug into his neck. No one usually responded to a situation faster then Nickolai could act. Phillips head moved downward and he looked at the fingers which cut straight through his skin and pushed a piece of his spine out of the other side of his neck. A geyser of blood covered the documents at his desk... Phillips couldn't feel his body. His head moved around for a few moments before the blood loss and unwillingness of the heart to beat got to him. The last thing he saw was the German spy ripping into his own skin. Nickolai pulled out the Grach and shot the guards through the wall. Simultaneously, the doorway to Nick and Ava from the warehouse collapsed in a miniature explosion. -- "Byistro..." Ava spoke, looking at Phillips. She quickly slipped behind the desk and opened Phillip's Laptop. She stealthily hacked into the main files of all the agents working for the agency, found herself and erased her file.. "Nam nuzhno bezhat prym seichas, et mesto Prosusheno agentami y esli oni vsyo vyuyasnyat do togo kak myi zbezhim… " Her sentence trailed off as she stepped out from the desk and quickly walked towards the two guards, now dead.. Reaching them, she took her bag back, grabbed her own guns and glanced down the stairs. "Poydyom." She stated, more than she asked. -- Nickolai took his bag, then took out a Rocket Propelled Grenade and armed it without loading it into the Launcher. He threw it in the door leading back to the main hall, where a dozen or so agents resided. The one who questioned Ambrosine before was only able to have a quick glance before Nickolai closed the reinforced door and the Grenade exploded, burning everyone inside to ashes and incinerating the air. The door was blown out by the impact, then air rushed into the burned Vacuum. At the same time, Nick took out his pistol, shot the wall 7 times in a circular pattern, then ran toward the wall. He picked up Ambrosine and in one quick motion tackled the now weakened wall. He flew through the concrete as rubble spewed out. As he fell from the second floor, the explosion of his grenade rocked the building. Making a small crater in the ground, he landed, and set down Ava. -- Ava was quick, but Nickolai was faster than what she had imagined. Unexpectedly, she was lightly swung onto Nickolai and before she knew it, they were crashing through the wall and free falling to the ground which was not a long way down. As soon as they were on the ground and she was set down, she noticed a large crater where they had landed, and Nickolai appeared to be fine. "Chto...chto tyi?" She mumbled, puzzled. That was not her usually way of pulling things off in the least bit, but it was like they had skipped several steps. She shook her head disbelievingly, and adjusted her bag while turning the other direction from the warehouse. She took off at a run, glanced behind and motioned Nickolai to follow. -- Nickolai checked his leg systems. They were fine, so he took off in a sprint, matching Ava's speed. He ignored her question. He knew the technical definition. He was HT8, the first prototype cyborg in the Russian military. But part of him, perhaps the defects of the organic parts, but part of him nonetheless, wished for a larger explanation. Not what… Why.. -- The two ran for a few blocks, then disappeared on a side street. Ava turned to Nickolai, hardly out of breath, and asked him, "kyda myi poidyom? Obratno v hotel? Pochti Utro...." She didn't know exactly what she should do now, because when she thought of it, she was actually free. She had erased her file, her ex-boss was dead and the agency, lost. "Tut ostavatsya ne hochetsa..." -- Morn came, but the fires of a small forgotten warehouse weren’t put out by the tired group of firefighters in the City. Perhaps they were preoccupied elsewhere, perhaps they simply didn’t give a damn. After all, if all the demons, aliens and robots of this world could be sent off by one man, what were a couple of drunks starting a fire. It’d burn out eventually. But for now the fire blazed under the morning sun, as the wooden structure crumpled to reveal blackened concrete and rubble.
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SNAFU, Page 23 As Zachary walked into the mall, and saw the swarm of zombies, a single word crossed his mind: Perfect. Despite this, he did nothing. Why did he do nothing? He has priorities; he needed to pick up a new coat, and maybe some electronics. So, off he went, to the clothing stores. Certainly one of those places would have a nice, undamaged duster for him. Oddly enough, that part didn't take him very long. He found himself a brand new coat, made of leather even, slashed off the sleeves and put it on, in place of his old one. Immediately after, he made his way over to the electronics place, grabbed the nicest phone he could find and a PDA to keep track of things. Did he need it? No. Did he want it? Yes. Did he have to pay for it? No. From what he could tell, no one that worked in the mall was alive anymore. That made activating his phone kind of awkward, but he somehow managed to do it. With that out of the way, he had a mission. He was going to clear the mall of zombies, and he was going to have a damn good time of it. Zachary made his way out of the store, found the first cluster of zombies, and with a quick, blazing slash, ripped their heads clear from their shoulders, singing "This was a triumph! I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS..." Another cluster of zombies fell before his blade; he kept singing, "It's hard to overstate my satisfaction..." "Aperture science. We do what we must," Zachary sang, cleaving the head of yet another zombie, grabbing it, and using it to bowl over another cluster. "Because we can." "For the good of all of us..." He sang yet further, using a zombified corpse to beat another one to death (again). "Except the ones who are dead." "But there's no sense crying over every mistake. You just keep on trying 'til you run out of cake, and the science gets done, and you make a neat gun for the people who are still alive!" Zachary sang, and sang, and killed, and killed. He grabbed a bowling ball - and wondered, as he did, why there was a bowling ball sitting on the floor like that - and used it to further his fun, as it ripped off the legs of a pair of the living undead. "I'm not even angry. I'm being so sincere right now..." Zachary grabbed a pair of zombies, and had them face one another. He looked at one, and made it seem like it was singing, "Even though you broke my heart... "And killed me! And tore me to pieces! And threw every piece into a fire..." He finished, using the other zombie to crush its skull, then proceeded to rip it apart and set it on fire. Zachary looked at the one he'd used as a weapon, and grinned, "As they burned, it hurt because I was so happy for you." The zombie stopped living its unlife - with a bit of help from Zachary, of course - and Zach moved on to a cluster of zombies, and their bodies were quickly reduced to cinders as he continued singing, "Now these points of data make a beautiful line, and we're out of beta, we're releasing on time, so I'm glad you got burned, think of all the things we learned for the people who are still alive!" "Go ahead and leave me." Zachary said, becoming little more than a wave of fire, eliminating cluster after cluster of worthless undead. "I think I prefer to stay inside." "Maybe you'll find someone else to help you. Maybe black mesa? That was a joke, ha ha! Fat chance. Anyway, this cake is great" Zachary said, continuing as he did, removing more of the annoying undead from its pitiful existence and thinking about how hungry he was becoming. "It's so delicious and moist...look at me, still talking when there's science to do." "When I look out there, it makes me glad I'm not you." Zachary said, glancing around at the destruction as he used his mighty blaze to eliminate yet another zombie...the last zombie. "I've experiments to run, there is research to be done on the people who are still alive!" "And believe me, I am still alive. I'm doing science, and I'm still alive. I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive. While you are dying I'll be still alive" Zachary sang, and looked upon the destruction he had wrought. Corpses and dust had peppered the floor, the groans of the undead had become the sounds of crickets, and yet despite this, the place looked clean. "And when you're dead I will be still alive...STILL ALIVE...Still alive." {That was fun. Sorry about the delay, but I'm lazy as hell.} ---------------------------- Hughug was fast asleep, on the very uncomfortable floor of Azura's room. He managed to sleep through all of Azura's shuffling about, and would have stayed asleep if not for that macabre. The macabre in the hall made just slightly more noise than Hughug, causing him to propel upright to wake up. Thought, there was a problem with his way of awaking to loud noises. He was still very much under the bed. So, barely a second after Hughug awoke, he found his head sticking out of a bed frame and mattress. "Well, this really sucks. Now, I resembled some sort of demonic possessed bed." Hughug stood up, the bed still attached to him by the neck. He looked at the door of the room, and made the assumption the bed wouldn't fit. So, he turned to the wall, and rammed into it. Hughug's face hit the wall, followed by the actuall bed. The wall in front of him gave way, and Hughug was propelled int the hallway, only to see some sort of mound of flesh in the hallway. Hughug thought he was looking in some sort of mirror. "Whoa. I think I better lay off the red meat for awhile." ------------------------------ IC>>>>> Morning had arrived, and a devil had assumed control of a vampire's skin. This one's name had been Eric, apparently. What a curious irony, considering the task he was about to head these other beings into. Smiling dementedly, the demon-in-vampire's-body hopped down from the high-up area it had been in, with no ill-effects upon landing. And if anyone asked? Well, he was a vampire, after all. No worries...right? Heh heh heh heh heh... There was just...one small problem. Yes, he could sense it already. HE had made his move. Shizzerak, it has begun.
Then, you know what you must do, Yazgrathe.
Indeed, I do.And with that, he strode towards the looming hotel. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> MON CANARD EST EN FEU!!!, John and Jordan>>>>>For those of whom were interested in a morning coffee, or just some breakfast (i.e. John and Jordan), they would find that nobody was complaining of their duck being on fire anymore. The cook was in sour spirits, but he appeared to be fixing food for the buffet this morning, regardless. No trouble thus far. Well, unless you count the young gentleman with the big damn sword on his back. People were giving him the glare, especially since - out of the whole expertise of the hotel's cooking staff - all he'd requested was a Bloody Mary. Also, he had an unearthly glare about him, one which was focused on John and Jordan none too soon as they were to claim their food. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Heads Will Roll!, Gemini and Whisper>>>>>People like Gemini were two much for the regular army soldiers who - as per their long fucking hours in an unreasonable situation such as this - were thrown for a bit of a loop by the two-part man. The outer-circle guards still tried their best, though none of them knew what the hell a Shizzerak was. That is probably why Jericho's better half - oddly enough - resorted to killing them. And then, his evil side followed suit. However, amidst this, Whisper actually came in to interfere, attacking Gemini from behind. While that happened, though... "HHHHRRRRNNNNGGGGHHHH...!!"Anybody with even a minor amount of psychic training in the area would feel that, a sudden burst of cold unnatural influence. The bodies of the dead immediately twitched and flinched, spasming until the chests exploded with red icicles formed of blood, and the heads...exploded. Several uniform creatures burst from the heads of the deceased soldiers. They were like the one observed before by the Basement operatives, and they were now in the half-dozen, as all the rest of the bodies began to ice over. A hideously cold influence had focused its attention...HERE. All floating brain eyes were on Whisper now. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Hannibal Twin-Eight, Nick and Ava>>>>>The two agents were not bothered by the authorities. Their activities were not questioned, interfered with, or given to have the slightest apparent hitch-up...with one exception. They had seen some suspicious people roaming around before, and those people were still moving uniformily. What was the deal with that? Well, it was about to come to a head, because during their rather innocent wandering, they came to find over a dozen of them gathered in one place, speaking in decidedly mechanical voices. These disguised individuals could not be human. Or if they were, they seemed to be going out of their way to be creepy-voiced. "All information points to a movement from outside forces. Unwarranted actions are being made."
"This was not part of the plan. We will put an end to the interference, beginning with Sector 3. I am detecting an incoming craft."
"Prepare arms and move out. Stealth is a secondary concern as of this moment."Several articles were simultaneously removed from each individual. From where there were satchels and packs, weapons were unloaded and set into place. Ski-masks, hats, and gloves were removed as well. The act of appearing innocent at first glance was over. Standing in its place were a number of individuals who were now highly-suspicions. Gasmask faces with mirror-lens eyes, metals hands poking from the sleeves of longcoats, katana-weapons strapped to their backs, and black rifle-like weapons in their hands. They took formation in two even lines of eight, and began to march. The clank of their feet uniformily hitting the ground was most unnerving... Where were they headed? And who were they off to kill? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This Never Would've Happened At Black Mesa, Zach>>>>>All in all, Zach had an easy time of it in the market square. Any products he needed were within his grasp, and it was certainly easy enough to hold up the night there, but then...there were developments. Whether this was by design or by coincidence, something happened. He began to here...rotor-blades. Some kind of helicopter or...wait, that's not normal. It looked like some cross between a V-22 Osprey and the tilt-rotor from Ghost in the Shell. It was sort of a double-bladed helicopter thing, blades coming out on two separate engines mounted on pivoting wings. The thing was fairly-bulky, and fairly-armored. One could say it was like a flying tank or something. This machine came to set itself down in the middle of the market square. Some kind of secret movement was taking place here. The hatchway into it opened and several armored figures jumped out. "Move! Move! Move!" "This area was reported to have zombies, a simple sweep for an easy entrance. What happened?" "Nevermind the zombies! If they're not here, then they're not here." "Hold on, I've got contact! One human." There were five of them, black-armored soldiers of some sort, and they were now moving towards Zachery. They were armored with rather nasty-looking weaponry of an advanced nature. None were pointing those things at him yet, but these guys didn't look entirely playful and easygoing either. "You there! Identify yourself and explain your presence here!" "Also, where are the zombies?" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Macabre Hallway, Azura and anyone in the vicinity.>>>>>The creature snarled, moaned, yelled, and roared while Zas and the others came in. At the moment, while they conversed, the thing in the elevator car was being punched and jabbed hard by what looked like a shadow-humanoid that snaked out of Azura's shadow in order to keep the thing back for the moment. It was all for keeping it occupied long enough for him to come up with something. This thing was...bizarre, alien to all that he'd known thus far in demonic invasion. Leo's gun appeared to melt away parts that it hit, which made the thing even angrier. It was this big ball of fleshy rage that lashed out with tendrils. "Huh? What the? I didn't know a sack of flesh could be that enormously fat....Damn...Fucking broke a universal record. Hell, Buddha is one FAAAT Bastard, and not even HE's as fat as this freak.""What worries me more is that this thing actually seems somewhat familiar to me..." Really...didn't John Carpenter do something like this once? The thing only got REALLY out of hand once the Basement crew opened fire on it. The flechettes weren't the big problem, though. It didn't like Choppers freezing-rounds. Once pieces of Macabre started to stiffen up, it got pissed. There was a groan and a screech as the elevator car suddenly broke apart with the creature's tendril-limbs still attached to them. It began to whip around heavy sections of elevator at them now, hitting walls, ceiling, and floor in the process. Each piece was a weapon and a shield all at once. Immediately, Azura found himself smacked painfully between the two doors like he'd been double fly-swatted. He, however, disappeared... "It was dark in there..." His voice was heard in the shadow of the door in his own room. He stepped out again, visibly annoyed, though...it was oddly directed at Hughug. "Hughug, you've ruined my bed." Suddenly, a huge shadow-axe cleaved apart the elevator doors! "It's most inconveniencing." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Meanwhile.....With the beginning of a new day comes the start of new forms of chaos to contend with. That much was assured. However, there was one who did not want to sit idle any longer, just simply watching it all on the magical boob-tube. Oh no. That was getting boring, and his servants were fools besides. So now...the time to act...had arrived. A dark shroud kept them obscured, as they pretended to be a dark storm cloud...moving against the wind. "It's about time that hotel turned in the rest of its stars. Heh heh heh heh heh..."------------------------- Zachary stared in a mixture of awe and concern as the aircraft flew in. While it was certainly nice to see some other human beings - living ones, at least; he'd dealt with plenty of the not-so-living kind earlier - there was something...wrong. Zachary didn't know what was going to happen, or even if it involved the soldiers at all, but there was an unpleasant air about the area - and not because of the zombies. They were dead. When spoken to, Zachary looked around and pointed himself, as if asking if they were talking to him. Upon realizing he was the only one around they could have been talking to, Zachary simply sighed and smacked himself over the head lightly. He could be such an idiot sometimes, it was ridiculous. "Ahahah...Paranormal investigator Zachary Zephyr, also known as Constantine, or Z.Z., at your service. Though, something tells me you're not the type to need my help...well, at any rate, the zombies are...uh, right here." Zachary explained, motioning around the room, at the various piles of dust and the occasional corpse. To further explain himself, he held out his hand and created a small, harmless ball of fire that floated inches above his palm. "They've been dealt with, I assure you..." "Anyways..." With that said, Zachary's fireball faded away into a plume of smoke, and the man pointed at a familiar store in the corner. "Do any of you know how to make a good cup of coffee? There's a Starbucks over there, but I don't know how to work the machines, and after clearing out the swarm, I could really use a cup of Joe." ----------------------- - FalloutJack,Dec 2 2008
- 05:24 PM
OOC: I should name this section of the RP "The Quest for Morning Coffee".
Also also... Puma, I hate Bob Dylan.
Heads Will Roll!, Gemini and Whisper>>>>>
People like Gemini were two much for the regular army soldiers who - as per their long fucking hours in an unreasonable situation such as this - were thrown for a bit of a loop by the two-part man. The outer-circle guards still tried their best, though none of them knew what the hell a Shizzerak was. That is probably why Jericho's better half - oddly enough - resorted to killing them. And then, his evil side followed suit. However, amidst this, Whisper actually came in to interfere, attacking Gemini from behind. While that happened, though...
"HHHHRRRRNNNNGGGGHHHH...!!"
Anybody with even a minor amount of psychic training in the area would feel that, a sudden burst of cold unnatural influence. The bodies of the dead immediately twitched and flinched, spasming until the chests exploded with red icicles formed of blood, and the heads...exploded. Several uniform creatures burst from the heads of the deceased soldiers. They were like the one observed before by the Basement operatives, and they were now in the half-dozen, as all the rest of the bodies began to ice over. A hideously cold influence had focused its attention...HERE. All floating brain eyes were on Whisper now.
In other words, Tuesdays. Frankly I'm not a fan of him either, I think his voice is too whiney. I just used that because the quote worked: a super being looking for information. Oh, I disarmed the soldiers, not kill them, except for the ones my dark side got. Anyway... (IC) " Alright, I'll say this in terms I hope your are smart enough to understand. Ahem... WHAT THE FLYING FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? WHAT THE FLYING FUCK WERE YOU DOING? WHERE THE FLYING FUCK ARE WE? AND, NOT TO MENTION, WHAT THE FLYING FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!?" Both legs broken, Gemini's dark side crawled over to his light, angrily ranting on his light side's stupidity " I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID, BUT YOU'VE DONE IT NOW. I. AM. GOING. TO KILL. YOU. FOR. THIS." Suddenly, he began to fade away. " What? No, NO!" "Not this time." " This is not over...." There were a whole bunch of brain thingys, without anything to provide momentum, Gem would be easy prey. However, they seemed to pay him no mind. They all seemed focused on the thing that broke his legs, the basement agent who he assumed followed him. He looked at a dead soldier next to him, on his belt were three canisters. Jericho opened one, a liquid was inside, coffee. They were coffee shots. "Thank god for war rations..." Gemini just laid there, watching the impending battle.... ------------------------------ Zas roared and jumped on top of the creature. Zas then bit down onto the things flesh, swallowing a bit of the creatures cells before injecting acid into its flesh while his tail repeatedly stung the blob injecting a lethal posion into the creature. ------------------------------ As John sat down at a table far removed from the normal guests with a stack of pancakes smothered in syrup, some breakfast sausage and bacon, some toast with butter and a large glass of Orange juice he noticed some guy with a huge sword on his back glaring at him. Oh great, a crazie with compensation issues! John thought as he gave the young gentleman the international hand sign for "Well Fuck you too, asshole!" He then started devouring his food with the same gusto as someone who hadn't eaten in twenty four hours because a bunch of crazies decieded to involve him in a save the world plot against monsters that seemed to have spawned from the depths of H.R.Giger's twisted imagination! ---------------------------------- " It was all him! That's why we're here!" "How can you prove that? How do you know I wasn't brought here?" " Yeah, but I was out cold and you weren't you could've fought anyone who would try!" "Right, you're the agressive one, it was you." " No, you." "No, you" " You." "You." " YOU!" Gemini slapped himself as he was being looked over by the other basement agent, the Predator. "Just do what you can, Doc." -------------------------------------- -Chopper and Whisper- The Yuan-ti and Chopper finally found an alleyway close to the hotel. The two propped Gemini up against the wall as Chopper went into a trance. Whisper kept watch as the Predator figured out how to reconnect the troublesomely-split hero's shattered leg bones. "I see you gave him the usual treatment. Nothing I can't handle," said the Yautja. "Now, as for you," he spoke, looking at Gemini as he did so, "I hope you both learned your lesson. Kranford's supposed to keep an eye on you two, and he doesn't like it when his charges go gallivanting off without his permission. On a final note, what I'm about to do isn't going to be anywhere near as painful as that last procedure, as this is nowhere near as serious." The hunter went into another trance and went about reconnecting the shattered bones and joints, and fortunately for Gemini, it was without all of the pain that the medicomp had involved. It took a little while, longer than the medicomp, but Chopper didn't want to attract attention with split-man's screams, and in the end, with a quick shot of healing fluid to top things off, Gemini's legs had been restored to working order. "You're fixed, again," said the Predator as he helped Gem to his feet (which were in even better condition now than before they had been broken) "Just don't try to make things more difficult for us. There's no telling what Kranford might do." With that, Whisper and Chopper led Gemini into the hotel through the lobby (chopper was cloaked). The elevator was still on the fritz, from what they could tell, so Chopper took the stairs, with Whisper motioning for Gemini to enter after Chopper. ------------------------------------ Hallway Leo watched as his rounds ate at the creature but to no avail. "Bullcrap" He said to the situation. He stowed the pistols god forbid he waste any more ammo on this monster that vaguely reminded him of blood flavored gelatin and opened a quick rift directly into the monster. Shoving his Force Pulse Generator into the portal he released a kinetic blast enough to topple a brick wall... and then tossed in a grenade to be safe. "If this doesn't kill you, you're so freaking dead," Leo said rolling out of the way lest he get any Macabre juice on him assuming his attack was successful. "Say Kranford," Leo called out post-roll, "Is this better or worse the raging Chupacabra mutant in Tijuana last week?" [OOC] I'm going to bring up random off the wall events throughout this RP. [IC]On the Second Floor *Groan* The man muttered. He stroked his thin beard as he woke up and tried to remember where he was. "Leo!..." The man thought to himself, followed by an unnaturally sudden frontflip out of bed. After several minutes of collecting and equipping himself with a variety of dangerous and shiny objects he moved out of the room. He followed the schematics of the building set out by the tracer and picked the best root that would lead him to Leo who was moving around in a secluded hallway. ----------------------------------- Jordan quietly walked up to the bar and ordered a coffee with cream and sugar. After he got it, he found John sitting at a table by a window and sat down opposite him, drinking slowly. His gun was digging into his hip, and he moved around until he was comfortable. At this point he noticed another person staring at him, and he stared back for a few seconds before looking down again to drink some more. ------------------------------------ "Was that before or after I beat its creator to death with the butter churn?" replied Kranford as he rolled the bowling bomb down the hallway at an incredible speed. (He had whacked it with his force gauntlet. The thing won't explode on contact until it's hit the arming distance of ten feet, which meant the macabre was going to be hit by a high-velocity exploding bowling ball.) -------------------------------------- Hughug stared at the giant blob of flesh, until he realized it was hostile and trying to kill everything. As some of the others began shooting at the sack of flesh, Hughug panicked. Looking around frantically, he screamed rather girlishly in a high pitched manor, and ran into a completely different wall than the one he had come out of earlier, leading him to a seemingly vacant room. Hughug then dove under the bed in this room, only to be met with a creaking noise. It seemed the floor was not meant to handle the weight of two beds and a giant gargoyle. Hughug, along with the two beds fell through the floor, and continued falling down. Hughug changed emotions a bit, and let out a gleeful whee as he smashed into another floor. Eventually, Hughug found himself on the ground floor of the hotel, in what appeared to be a cafe room of sorts. Hughug, along with many pieces of ceiling tile, lay motionless on the shattered remains of a table. Many average joes seemed to stare for a tad, only to be disrupted by the booming noise of snoring from the gargoyle. -------------------------------------- Myyah was using a device to scan the Macabre. Then, once the scan data came in, she began to blast the thing in the eyes and face with her Reflex Cannons, ignoring the rest of its body. She didn't let up even for a nano second, instead, she reset the firing system to fully automatic and unloaded with enough Reflex Beams to level a Military base.
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SNAFU, Page 24 (and final) On the way back to the hotel since neither of them currently had anywhere else to go, Ava rounded a corner to find dozen or so soldiers like the one she had seen at the train station. Not these guys again... Not wanting to deal with an all out gun fight just yet and being almost positive that these guys wouldn't pick a fight until a), they found their target, or B), they were fired upon first, Ava shook her head at Nickolai. She knew he would just as soon stay and fight these strange, dangerous soldiers, but she just wanted to get back to the hotel for now. Her first day of freedom in who knew how long, and she didn't want to spoil it in an all out gun fight. After all, she was an assassin. She preferred the more subtle way of dealing with things. Stealthily backing up until she was out of sight of the soldiers, she watched from out of sight in the shadows and was about to leave via a different route, but she saw them start to take off their ski-masks and gloves. Like they were shedding skin. She watched in surprise as masked faces (by gas masks) were revealed with metal arms and all sorts of weapons poked out of their coats. Oh HELL no. She thought. All she thought she knew about these soldiers were crossed out. Now they appeared hostile to anyone. The sight of the dozen of them was unnerving now. She quickly pulled out her blackberry and snapped a couple photos silently. She continued backing up, and used her blackberry once again to find a different path to follow to the hotel. No WAY was she even messing with these dudes. As soon as she studied the streets she needed to follow to get back to the hotel, she looked up at Nickolai, nodded her head towards a side street and began to pick her way back to the damned hotel and the curious group. ------------------------------- Technically Nickolai should be heading back to base to rearm and recalibrate his systems, but he decided that a little detour wasn't necessarily defiance of orders. Creative completion. Taking the initiative. lol flashed his HUD. The officials didn't like him getting creative. Not since Kiev. He walked on the street with Ava when he saw the mysterious charachters from before. Now, a dozen of them, they moved in a uniform pattern. Ava nodded her head to the side, indicating she didn't want a fight. He reluctantly followed her. She's no fun.. As he moved, his eyes recorded their movements and kept a lock on their heads. Suddenly their clothes came off, revealing metal arms and weaponry. Nick almost whistled. He cross referenced their weapons with the armament made by humans as well as previously recorded machines seen in the hands of the otherworldly. Nick took out his .50 cal and backed up, following Ava. If they were truly made of a metal, he should be able to tear through them like paper. ----------------------------------- OOC: Today's musical theme... " I Can't Decide (Whether You Should Live Or Die)". Right click to download, and have a nice day. B) IC>>>>> BRAINS!!>>>>>They didn't seem focused on Gemini for the obvious reason: They weren't after him. So, which he enjoyed a double-shot of caffeine that would make him hate himself later on, let's switch over to Whisper. The Basement operative had the idea of getting the hell out and being dodgey while carrying Gemini like a sack of potatoes. Okay, fine. All the brains gave floating chase, ascending to a higher altitude to avoid force-fire. Then, they began to fire concentrated beams of cold at the ground. Three of the beams were following Whisper's footsteps. Two others were trying to cut around him. Wait a sec, they were trying to corral him and surround him in ice, which was forming faster than Sub-Zero on a nitrogen binge! That was when Chopper came and force-sliced a pair of them, leaving the three others to back off for now and...wait. Weren't there six? Hah hah, yup. That one had gone the long-way around and was approaching Chopper from behind after he did the Mr. Fix-It routine, a kamikaze frost-bomb that would explode in close-proximatey! Ah, but if you think that's the limit of their troubles, just you WAIT... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Strategic Withdrawal>>>>>Nick and Ava had decided to leave the apparent robots to their own business. Okay, it was more like Ava decided and Nick reluctantly followed. One was more centered on action and the other on stealth ops. It comes with the territory. However, while Ava had been subtle and careful, as she and Nick were leaving, four of the 16 androids stopped. Yes, I'm afraid so. One of them detected the picture-taking and chose to wait a moment before alerting the others. From there, the four of them turned and began to follow with the same care as a black ops team. The two operatives would come out of an alley in time to see trouble brewing in the vicinity of the hotel, their heat signatures and footprints being trailed by four machines armed with plasma rifles and special katanas. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Black-Armored Firefight>>>>>Ah ha ha haaa... Yes, the zombies were all over the vicinity. Though, as soon as Zach conjured up a flame, a couple of the powersuit guys pointed their guns at him. They didn't exactly like him exhibiting anything resembling a hostile nature. High-strung? Just a little. However, as soon as the man went rambling on about coffee, they calmed down, for now. "Of course we know how, but if you want coffee, I suggest you evac to a more secure location, civilian. From this point on, everywhere WE ARE is a combat zone." And then, as if on a cue, hell broke loose on a rampage and swept Zachary up with it. The pilot of the flight machine shouted "Contact! We've got contact!" and lifted off as its laser cannons fired at a number of black specks at the other end of the market area. The return-fire consisted of about a dozen separate volleys of plasma that plastered the cockpit and engines of the thing, causing it to explode! The blast-wave didn't seem to harm the suit-guys, but now they had a problem... You're in a lot in the middle of a market square on one end. There is cover in the form of lampposts, benches, and small trees. You and the armor suits number in half a dozen. On the other end, emerging into view from the street, a full dozen black troops, also in black. They, however, appear to be machines that do not resemble the powersuits. A VERY good eye would call them robotic, with an MCI in an oval-shaped emblem on their shoulders. Gasmask war-machines, all armed with plasma rifles. They moved forward as one, and the powersuit soldiers opened fire with their own plasma rifles, Firelance, and special Vindicator gatling gun. Their rifles did not fire rapidly, though. Some of the opposition fell after a few shots, and then the other seven spread out and began to dodge quickly. Okay, now you KNOW they can't be human! "Dammit, I would've rather had the fucking zombies!!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My God...It's Out Of Stars!>>>>>The Macabre-with-elevator-parts had been remarkably resilient, defending itself with the pieces it was attached to, even against Kranford's bowling-ball bomb. Of course, it suddenly had melting chunks ripped out of it by Zas, though it was curiously unaffected by his poison. Guess it wasn't a real living thing. Otherwise, that would've made a difference. Of course, after Leo used an force-explosion to freaking liquefy it, and Myyah just blew it to fucking hell with her powersuit...well shit. That's one dead demon. Of course, Myyah's weapons blasted straight through the hotel, leaving a smoking hole in one side. Azura smirked at this. "Myyah, I'm pretty sure that scared away the rest of the hotel staff. A good thing too, because I feel things are about to get worse. Anyone else feel it? That all-pervading evil?" Or was that the crunch of Hughug making a splash through the floors of the hotel, straight to the cafeteria where John and Jordan were? Hard to say, but Azura plainly indicated with his finger that something was...up. And right he was! High above, in an evil cloud that anyone who was currently outside could see, there was indeed a dark presence. For they had seen and felt Myyah blast the Macabre to hell. How so? Well...they had senses too, right? The one in charge pointed a clawed finger down at the hotel and... "ATTACK!!!"Oh crap. Several large round forms flew down and impacted the hotel like cannonballs! More flesh-balls? Oh yes. They ARE Legion, after all... They struck with enough force to shake the building. Windows broke and walls cracked. And only after making the place look like this did a group of Cloakers - lots of 'em - swooped down! Azura saw a number of them ground for the nearest windows and had had just about enough of this. A shadow-humanoid appeared before them and let off a series of eel-like shocks, killing a few suddenly as they were burnt to a crisp. The others made for other windows. "Hmmm. Seems they really don't like energy." Two Macabres continued to fly around and pound the building with their bulk as Cloakers tried to get in at random intervals. Alot of them suddenly flew in from Azura's room too. Meanwhile, the cafeteria walls exploded inward as three other Macabres busted through and let out multi-mouthed howls. They were out for blood, and there were ALOT of people on the ground floor, waiting to be devoured. The man with the sword stood up then. "So, I see that you found me. Well, it won't do you any good."He drew his sword and...JOIN BATTLE, EVERYBODY!! OOC: Everybody is now under assault, or will be in a second, and the hotel is coming down soon. Have fun. ----------------------------- (Myyah just went Open Season people, watch the fun) (Myyah looked around, this was getting crazy...when she finally spat. "Thats enough, I'm DONE Masking myself." Her eyes glowed, as did her body as she began levatating, she looked allmost like a goddamn angel as she began flinging golden energy blasts left, right, and center) "See, normally I wouldn't show myself, but you've irked this Masari, and now your going to understand just how futile that is..." (After unloading an ENORMOUS salvo of energy beams from her frekaing hands. She lands, generating two Fully Automatic, 5 Barreled Rocket Launchers, and proceeds to fire a salvo of missiles into the fray that makes robotech look frail onto the Macabre(Yes, she can do that, think things into exsistance remember?)oh and yes, those are firing at a gatlinggun rate. Muahahaha) ) "You damn things are EVERYWHERE...huh? More?!" (She notes she cannot see these, and groans, her powersuit activating its faceplate, as she turns on Infrared, a red light shining around to track the cloakers, she also activated a stealth detection system in an attempt to see them, and opened fire on whatever ones she did see, also um, she was telekinetically flinging shit around as well, people, tell me, has a macabre ever got a SAFE in the face? Well, a large safe would have come out of a window and gone "SPLAT" onto its face..or one of them) (After assaulting them, and having a hardass time trying to find the cloakers, she stops, her eye glow changing to a dark purple color as her dark matter armor shielding manifests, wrapping herself in a defensive field, now she's on the defensive, to see what happens next..ironically she NOW looked like a demon!) (Holy shit..Big post!) (Myyah realized she did all this in the hotel) "Ah..eh heh heh, whoops, poor building" -------------------------------- John hadn't been up for no more then two hours and he was already having a very bad day. Possibly worse then yesterday! Oddly enough it did not start with Hughug and what appeared to be an entire hotel worth of debries crashing right onto his table, showering him with crushed drywall and timber (his meal was luckly inhaled at this point). No it started when the walls exploded outward (or inward...) in a hail of debries and insulation and three of those freaks of nature (that he had run like a little chicken from yesterday) decieded it would be a great idea to start consuming everyone in the cafe! "HOLY SHI-!" John exclaimed as he fell backwards from his chair, landing a bit too hard on his tailbone. "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" He screamed as he crawled under a table as fast as he could. Flipping onto his back he kicked the table over on its side, giving him atleast some cover from these.......things. Getting up John peaked his head over the top of the table, noticing the man he had givin the fingure get up and was now brandishing his large sword. Ignoring the soon-to-be-corpse John pulled out his M1911 and loading a clip into it unleashed a hail of bullets into the nearest Macabre. Ducking down as soon as the hammer hit empty chamber John noticed Hughug in the pile of rubble from his "renovations", happily snoring. Grabbing a piece of nearby timber he tossed it at the sleeping wonder lizard while shouting "Move your ass you lazy space Gecko! Theres bad guys who want a morning brunch. Kill they ass!" Loading anouther clip into his M1911 he opened fire again, hoping these things would die before he ran out of ammo. Because judging by the explosions and the rain of dust coming from above him he guessed fetching more from his room was not an option. ----------------------------------- -Chopper and Whisper- The Yautja finished his psychic surgery just as he saw the brain come surging at him, just dripping with frost energy. Chopper brought up another force bubble around it, causing the thing to hit the inner walls of the bubble with a splat (Think fly on windshield). Not long after, his wrist computer let out a loud ringing noise, which signalled a massive energy spike from Kranford's position. "Probably the Masari coming out of the booth," he thought to himself. Noticing the cloud of creatures descending from the sky, he and Whisper promptly moved inside, through the kitchen (Whisper's collar was now off and Chopper was very visible), motioning for Gemini to follow them. The pair arrived in the dining room to quite an unpleasant sight. Using his Force wall power again, he formed one where the windows once were (sliced macabre anyone?) that spanned across the three macabres. After this, Chopper shot himself full of serum (one dose expended), causing him to see the world in slow-motion like a fly. The Predator pulled out his combistick (very very infused) and let out a roar as he elegantly sliced away a few writhing tentacles that came near him with the combistick (all the while preventing the blood from staining his armor). Whisper had followed in after Chopper, and made a point of getting people the hell out of the dining room. Using his force gauntlet, the yuan-ti bashed several large holes in the wall through to the kitchen and the lobby, large enough for people to escape through, (which anyone with common sense would use.) -Kranford and Sukavich- Kranford and Sukavich looked at Myyah come out of the booth, and decided to join in the fun. The two donned their gill masks and engaged their thermal vision, seeing the cloakers with no problem at all. Kranford tossed one of his gauss pistols to Sukavich, who promptly set about to put every sharp shooter in history to shame with the two pistols (one from Kranford, and one of his own). Several shots from the gauss pistols sped towards the cloakers, all of which would most likely land directly between the eyes with results rather non-conducive to the cloakers' health. While Sukavich proceeded to blast the cloakers, Kranford went after them with his neural gauntlet and WASP knife, either frying them with his gauntlet, or exploding their innards with the knife. In the middle of all this, He tapped up a command on his Wrist computer, which primed all of the explosives in his duffel bag in his room. Upon a few more taps of the button, the stuff would go up and cause the hotel to look like the fourth of July. --------------------------------- As Hughug slept, the three macrabre's seemed to punch a hole in the hotel wall. Hughug continued snoring, until he heard a familiar voice, and was hit on the head with a plank of wood. "Huh, what? I ain't no space gecko from space. And another thi-" Hughug was cut off as he spotted the three macrabre's devouring everyone. "HOLY STICKLEBACKS!!!" Hughug cried out. He quickly got up, and began screaming with a very high pitched girly scream. He then stopped, and looked for a weapon. There was nothing, except the giant amount of ceiling and bed debris that fell from the sky. Hughug slowly bent down next to the debris, and put his arms under it. In a second, he then lifted 3 ceiling areas, and one bed, and then chucked it at the closest macabre. Hughug then unfolded his wings, and flew to the opposite side of the room, far behind the human he knew. --------------------------------- Zas laughed as the creatures came down from the sky, finally after so long he finally had a real battle. As the Cloakers and his allies battled, Zas focused on several of creatures causeing them to expand and explode. As more of the creatures came in through the windows, Zas leaped into fray near Myyah (who appeared to be having some diffculty attacking the invisible creatures) yelling "now you abominations, prepare to face a Cy'teh"! Zas landed on a group Cloakers attacking Myyah, crushing them. Lucky for Zas he could still sense and smell the horrid creatures, Unlucky for the Cloakers Zas began ripping them apart with his claws and impaling a few with his tail. Suddenly a group of Cloakers attacked Zas. But Zas leaped and somersaulted behind the cratures and immolated them with his flame breath. Then the floor shaked as the Macabres rammed the building. Zas turned his attention to the Macabres. Focusing his physic powers Zas created a wall of energy and then pushed an entire section of the building (and any cloaker caught by the wall) causing the section to explode outwards raining huge chunks of debris (and Cloakers) onto the Macabres. Zas then jumped from the hotel landing on a piece of falling debris and spat acid at one of the Macabres. Zas then jumped onto another piece of debris as a tentacle reached for him. Zas continued his acrobatic display around the Macabre, landing on debris, Cloakers, buildings and all the while spiting acid, ripping off chunks of the creature, tossing projectiles with his strength and mind at it, causing sections of the Macabre to expand and explode, stinging and burning it. -------------------------------- "Then we'll give them some fucking energy," Leo said wrathfully. A portal materialized in front of him and he stuck his hand in. He gradually pulled out a heavy gun and propped it on his shoulder with ease. The plasma battery flickered to life as Leo's dual assault laser glistened from the shine of whatever hallway lights weren't demolished. He promptly set it to automatic as the slithering cloakers moved down the hall, distorting the air. Leo checked his PDA, they were clearly visible on his radar, he attached the device to his weapon and it clicked into place. He hit the trigger and bolts of energy rocketed from the barrel, eviscerating a cloaker, the blip on the radar disappeared as it's carcass became fully visible. "Let's move," Leo called out to the others while putting down cloakers and burning holes into the floor and walls. Two approached from the front and another from the rear. He shot one on contact and the two jumped at him. The second was full of energy mid-leap. The third came within inches of Leo's back as a portal opened in front of it. The monster fell out several feet in front of Leo, dazed. It's body convulsed as Leo unloaded a burst on it. The building shook as Myyah released blasts of power all around and much more so as Kranford's explosives went off. "So much for subtlety," Leo yelled to Kranford over the noise. A cloaker latched onto Leo while he was distracted. He stumbled around trying to wrestle it off until slamming it into a wall, the vibroblade attached to his wrist lit up as he carved straight into the beast. It shrieked and fell off of him. Leo's PDA repeatedly blipped as he regained his composure. "What?" He said checking it. The 3d model of the building was brought up, parts were highlighted in red as text ran beside them. The hotel's structure was irreversibly damaged. "Yo!" Leo yelled, "If we don't get the hell out of here, this place is coming down on us, and I don't feel like dying under a pile of stucco and rebar," he said. Several Floors Down The man paused his search for Leo after a macabre had busted through a nearby wall. The shockwave knocked him off his feet, but he stood up and dusted himself off. It let out a dozen unearthly moans as it fed on some unfortunate patrons. He pulled out a medium sized rifle, it let out a bluish glow as he fiddled with the controls on it's side. He activated it and a long electrical stream extended from the gun to a downed steel beam. The stream lifted it up, the man motioned the gun and chucked the piece of metal straight at the macabre. "Why don't you pick on someone with a gun!" He yelled at it. The macabre stopped halfway through eating someone and began drifting in his direction. "Come get some!" The man yelled, coughing. --------------------------------- (OOC) So we're choosing our music today? I've been waiting for this. How's about Map of The Problematique? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtmV5qiNRvY&feature=relatedOr Time Is Running Out? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaNfQCqclW4Or if Muse is not your bag, how about Once? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPkz7bZoq18Alright, then..... (IC) "My God...." " What joy and rapture!" Gemini was in his zone, attacks on multiple levels, many baddies. People in need. "This is what I live for!" Quickly Gemini split, his dark side shooting his grappeling gun at the chandeleir in the middle of the room, shimmying up they for a good view. From that vantage point, he used his IDW to lay wave after wave of blasts at the cloakers, occasionally hitting one of the Macabres. Gem knew he could not kill them. " Leave those red shitballs to be pollished by those Basement people..." Meanwhile, his light side went up to the third floor. trought the giant holes. It seemed the Macabres were at terminal velocity around here, and this floor was beginning to come down. It was filling with silt, debre was falling from above. The ceiling was caving. The elevator was of course out of commision and no one dared for the stairs. A whole floor of people were cowering, bracing for death. "Okay, everybody out. Come on! No time. Must go now. Don't panic. Just move." As quick as they could they jumped the large holes, in times of need, everyoen does help each other. Behind his light side, a troup of Cloakers had jumped them however. "Shit. Keep moving! I'll hold them off..." He reached for his IDW, it was charging. "Damnit, why can't these things work?! Guns, only guns." Unloadign all he could into the rubber monsters, gem stopped them in their tracks, but they wouldn't die. " Hand to hand, keep holding them off...." His training came in handy here, the rapid attacks held them off until he heared a beep. "Dead meat." They were all gone in one wave. As fast as he could, he rejoined the group, they were at the other end. At least the fire escape wasn't damaged. One bullet knocked it down. "Move. Now." Quickly everyone filed out, but Gem heared a cry from the hallway behind. He buried his face in his hands. "Why don't people remember these things?!?" Gem re-entered the building, but as soon as he got in, part of the ceiling colapsed, blocking the window. Gem looked at the cracks froming for a second, racing the falling ceiling, then ran to the room where the baby was crying, snatched the little bundle of ( ahem) joy, and looked what to do now. Nowhere to go but down. Leaping into the closest hole, he landed on a Macabre. "Wha-oh!" Running through the lobby battle, he saw the whole mess, even his dark side on the chandeleire gleefulling knocking out waves. Outside the building, eh found the couple in shock and grief, until he returned the child to them. However, they were almost hit with a red beam. "Hey, I'm working here!" " Well excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me!"
Aaaaand that is all for the original SNAFU. The rest can be found here.
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