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[Arcadia] Mission #012: Sunshine 60 Invasion
Topic Started: Dec 13 2010, 04:14 PM (1,734 Views)
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"Hey, what's going on back there?" Lavender asked as she heard what sounded like a scream coming from where she was at moments ago as her hand closed around the door latch, which turned in her hand. The building security apparently left the guard room unlocked when they vacated the premises, presumably also assisting in the evacuation process. Which probably meant they left the surveillance network on. However, the amethyst-haired aeromancer found no time to worry about what had just happened behind her, or to proceed with her part of the plan. "What the-" Before Lavender could react she found a white light enveloping her and for a while, saw nothing but an endless void of white.

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"Bloody Hell!" Lavender exclaimed as her vision finally cleared. She had somehow been teleported - along with Hiro - to the observation deck at the top floor of Sunshine 60. It was clear that Hiro was just as taken aback by the turn of events as Lavender was, as the aeromancer looked around to take stock of her surroundings. The exits from this level were all boarded up, while the windows were covered by newspapers and magazines, throwing the entire place in pitch-darkness save for several candles for illumination.

"This can't be good..." Lavender muttered as she tried to contact the Arcadia operatives down below, only to receive nothing but static in response. With the candles and the strange scripts and symbols that were scrawled all over the walls and covered windows, it appeared that there was some sort of Satanic ritual taking place, except that these symbols were wholly alien to Lavender, and it was clear it isn't devil worship. But Lavender would have to time to figure things out, as a familiar figure stepped out of the darkness and into view... Rasputin. Or at least one who claimed to be the infamous Mad Monk, the leader of the Hellfire Club.

"Greetings," Rasputin spoke in a low tone and a slight laugh reassured the duo were most likely disoriented, "We learned quite a bit about your Arcadia while the False Armitage was there. You two.... are what is considered Prime Division, correct? The top of command? It is only proper then that we leaders converse while our flock plays below."

"Save your formalities for the Devil- urk!" Lavender stumbled as once more Rasputin's aura began to pervade the entire place, her mind flashing with fearful images and maddening voices. Gritting her teeth, the aeromancer tried her best to shut out the frightful thoughts that were filling her head.

"We're playing a game you see," Rasputin continued, "You 'leaders' are going to get some information from me. The payment for that is the game going on below. A game of survival with each side betting something. The payment is paid in blood. Either the blood of your five or the blood of two of my subordinates. Realistically thinking, you have a chance to come out ahead in this situation. Given... it's a slim chance..."

"If anything happens to my students... if anything happens to Tsukasa-sensei's students..." Lavender hissed as her hands attempted to unsling her MP7A1. "I won't forgive you..." the aeromancer growled.
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" What the?!?! She's missing?!" Ikki cried out over the link as he continued to smash in the faces of the zombies. Why did she go missing? Was she stupid? In a situation like this, running off cause your scared was not the right thing to do.

" Yo girl! Speak up and tell me where you are! If you can't handle a head being ripped off then arcadia isn't for you. After this mission go home and bake cookies or somthin." Ikki yelled as he whipped out Masamune, and began to cut the heads off a large group of zombies that seemed to be gathering in front of a closet.

" Damn these things are everywhere!! And where did Hiro, and Lavender go?! Just when we need them!!! Oh well these little brain less idiots aren't anything we can't handle! He boasted as he impaled one of the zombies scratching at the door, the blade piercing the zombie in the chest, and going through the door.

" Hey! Give the sword back!! Sorry Hiro would kill Ikki if he dosent bring this blade back!" He yelled as he pulled the blade as hard as he could, and tore the door off the hinges. As the door fell on top of the zombie his eyes glanced inside the room spotting Lynn, his eyes softened a bit as the 'real' Ikki regained control.

" Hey Ms.Lynn are you ok?" Ikki asked as he stepped into the room, seemingly forgetting that a horde of flesh eating zombies where right behind him. " Ya know its not safe to run off. I know your scared. But don't worry I promise to protect you...I know seeing that man get his head ripped off was not quite what you where expecting.....but.....if we don't stop what's going on here. More people will be hurt...." Ikki stated as he looked at her with a worried look in his eyes. She was his teammate for this mission, and he would make sure nothing happened to her.
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In the semi-darkness of the closet she huddled back behind several buckets and a mop clutching at her tragically over-pimped walking stick for dear life. They knew she was in here. Lynn could neither figure out nor stop and reason long enough to figure how it was that these things knew but somehow they'd found her inside and had begun pounding their fists against the door in a great ravenous thunder like the inside of a Macy's the morning after Thanksgiving. Try as she might, no mantra could contain her fear and Lynn was left quiver silently in the corner, awaiting her death like the first victim at the beginning of every slasher movie who we never know the name of, hear about, or see again after those first forty-five seconds.

A greater victim of terrible irony and tragic script writing for someone with so much talent there was not. The sounds of violent shouting and gore spewing this way and that did little to settle her, but somehow knowing they were still out there gave her at least a glimmer of hope. Running for her life had been her natural reaction, but nature rarely intends to prepare your instincts for horrors so terribly unnatural. Lynn had quickly realized that to participate in Arcadia she was going to need to acquire a whole new set of these instincts as well as a great number of skills. Still, this was supposed to be a civilian rescue mission, she wouldn't have agreed to go if this much violence had been known to be a prerequisite.

Lynn reminded herself to write a stern letter to the Wind department for this unbelievably terrible information with which to operate under the impression of. Of course writing it would be a small feat compared to making it out of her and would still only be a viable option is she survived. If being the unnecessarily grim operative term that she seemed to insist on entertaining in her mind. She certainly wasn't doing herself any favors on this mission, that much was clear. Lynn swallowed hard as she began to see small cracks of light forming in the door. The sound of creaking wood and splinters minced with the hedonistic groans of the insatiable undead set her brain on fire. Whatever it took, she had to get out of her, even if it meant killing actual people.

They might be reanimated dead with no soul, thought or purpose but to consume, but killing something that still looked so human was completely unforgivable for her. With the alternative being a slow death perpetuated by a thousand rows of bestial, rotting and gnashing zombie teeth then the status quo may need to be reconsidered. Swallowing hard, she loosened her grip around the staff and lowered her hands to hold it properly. Lynn pointed it out in front of her and looked away as she began drawing from memory the symbol of flame. Flamethrowers and shotguns seemed to be the weapon of choice for zombie killing in video games, so she'd just have to blaze a trail to the doors and then run for her ever-loving life! Of course it would be much easier to concentrate if the voice in her head would stop shouting.

Lynn's eyes opened suddenly in surprise as she realized the sound of the mental link in the form of her partner Seth's voice. They were looking for her still! There was plenty of time for her to respond which meant she might just make it through this with her child-like innocence completely intact! "Seth, i-it's Lynn, I'm really sorry I ran off I just got so scared! You have to help me, I'm in the--FUCK!" Her sentence was cut off by the sudden expletive shrilly exploding from her throat like a Heimliched chicken from the mouth of an angry cat. Just as she'd been about to inform Seth of her position a blade had jumped through the wood, skewering a few of the creatures attack the door and sending the dripping, blood-stained murder tool straight for her. Once could see how that might surprise anyone.

Amazingly Lynn's surprise and immediate fear slowly bled into relief as the door was sent reeling across the floor by its belly. Standing on the other side she recognized the other member of her now incredibly endearing crew. Bless the violent bastard's hearts! His expression seemed to soften as he stepped into the room. From listening to him screaming like a banshee out in the lobby while excitedly hacking chunks of flesh from the shrieking monsters she'd gotten the impression he wasn't the soft type. This only made his concerned affections seem incredibly off-putting however welcome a sight it might have been. "I'm sorry about running off...I panicked, please don't tell Mr. Tsukasa, I don't want to get kicked out!" Lynn took a deep and stood up to step out into the lobby. "I promise it won't happen again..."

Holding onto her stick with a patch of freshly restored resolve she took a glance out of the closet to the lobby just outside, only for her eyes to go as wide and fearful as before. "L-l-l-l-look out!!!" Having skewered only a few of the zombie's, more than a dozen had congregated behind him. If he didn't turn around immediately they'd be on him like suburban mom's on free prescription pads. Lynn's mind suddenly went into instinct mode, but this time acting on an entirely more confident basis. Her arms quickly aimed her staff over his shoulder, expertly painting a magic circle in the air behind him. "PYRPHOROS!"

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A steady torrent of a blazing inferno blazed behind Lynn's savior, burning away the zombies like so much crispy marshmallow over campfire. A part of her felt proud for saving her comrade, but her knees nearly shook her where she stood. She'd taken her first life...lives. There were like a dozen of the suckers! She knew at some point she'd need to process that act, but unfortunately they were in no position to do it. Taking a deep breath she looked back at Crow and nodded her head sternly. "You're right, let's go." It was ass-kicking time and she'd just now learned she was capable of it.
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“Just keep it in mind next time, okay?” Hajime said, catching up to Clarissa. “When we get back from this mission, let me tell you about that one mission where I got stabbed in the chest.”

“Stay close to me, and keep your eyes peeled.” Hajime said once they started moving again upwards, his eyes darting warily all over the place.” You never when the- woah!”

Abruptly, Hajime stopped from taking another step as ahead of them, the next flight of stairs was blocked by a veritable wall of zombies that were shuffling towards them. Surprised, but not quite shocked that it hindered his thought processes, he leaned and looked down to see even more zombies coming up from below them, completely and seemingly out of thing air: there certainly weren’t any when they came up earlier.

“This way, hurry! This place is too narrow!” Hajime shouted, materializing a pair of wicked looking pistol gunblades that was Arcadian Soul Weapons, Hinata and Hotaru, from the eldritch dimensional pocket it came from while he kicked open the nearest door and wait until Clarissa went through before he himself went in, pointing the gunblades at the doorway at the ready to open fire anything that floods through it.

On the Arcadian comms link, Hajime could hear the shouts from the other Fire Team members, but none from their leaders. Try as he might, he couldn’t get anything from Hiro or Lavender, only silence.

Cursing silently at the predicament he and others were now placed in, he turned around warily to make a mental map of the surrounding office area that they have somehow came out to.

“Ikki, Seth, Lynn: you three are on your own. We have zombies on out floor as well flooding the stairways. Fight them off as you see fit, but don’t over do it; get out of here if it’s impossible.” Hajime said out loud to the three down below via the Arcadian comms link.

When it was still calm, Hajime turns away, and beckons Clarissa to follow. “What can you do? What’s your specialty?” He asked her.
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((OOC: I really apologize the holidays and me starting grad school delayed this. I'm going to railroad us along so those still around can wrap it up. Sorry :< ))


As Seth began to make his way back to the others his actions seemed to thin out the immediate crowd of undead around him. Meanwhile, Ikki successfully freed Lynn from her desperate situation and now the three stranded on the first floor were regrouped and back in control of things. Ready to fight back against the undead their battle seemed to be going relatively easy. As more zombies emerged select areas seemed to thin out making their progression obvious.

Slowly, they were led to stairs and up floors. Meanwhile, Hajime and Clarissa were being routed by the undead they faced as well. It wasn't long before the two groups reunited and their progression continued leading them rapidly up floor after floor. It was as if some unknown force was commanding the zombies to draw them along a select path.

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"Go ahead," Rasputin chuckled, "Your heart may be slowly filling up with fear but you can still draw and kill me. But it won't do you any good. I've transcended mortality." As his laughter grew louder the stench of death in the air grew thicker and the sense of uneasy began to build up stronger.

Standing beside Lavender, Hiro winced and seemed to stagger in his stance. It seemed despite all his usual defenses against mental attacks he too was vulnerable to the aura Rasputin exuded. Shutting his eyes he began to speak to Lavender via the Arcadian Link, I haven't figured out how to defend against this yet... if you have any ideas I'm glad to hear them... we've probably only got one shot to pull something off so I wouldn't shoot unless you're one hundred percent confident...

"My my," Rasputin continued as he paced about before the duo, "Such an odd scene that Hiro Tsukasa's lovely companion has more to say than the usually witty mage himself."

From nowhere, Rasputin vanished and reappeared directly behind the two leaning in to speak between them in a hushed whisper, "Neither you two nor I get to decide if your precious students will be hurt. The same is true for my subordinates. Today is a turning point in our relationship. We knew the denizens of Sugamo would be no match for Arcadia but we also knew there was no way you'd resist clearing the building to avoid casualties. No, the main event is simply this.... a test of strength."

Rasputin vanished once more and reappeared before them again as he continued, "I don't think you'll protest when I say that thus far The Hellfire Club has been superior. However, it would seem the momentary reprieve we gave you after the debacle with Judah's defection changed many things. We need to see where things stand now before its time to arrive."

"Your Arcadian Squad," Rasputin chuckled wickedly once more, "Versus our Crowley Brothers. Only one side will walk away alive but after today we will know where we stand. And after the dust has settled I will impart to you design of you eventual destruction." For the time being, it seemed as though Lavender and Hiro had little choice but be subjected to the ravings of the Mad Monk.

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Meanwhile, the squad was rapidly advancing floors with their obvious path more and more clear. Lavender and Hiro were still mysteriously unavailable, but with luck they should be discovered soon. As the team advanced to the 49th floor only it and the observation deck remained as potential locations.

However, upon reaching the 49th floor's entrance in the stairwell two surprising things could be noticed. First, that no undead seemed to be on the floor. Merely, more were flooding up the stairwell below them making a retreat nigh impossible. Second, where there should have been more stairs leading up to the observation deck there was now simply nothing. It was as if the 50th floor had just vanished.

In this situation the squad of five was left with but a single option. To open the doors of the 49th floor and enter the food court resting their and meet their fate inside...
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"Hah... hah... f... fuck... that was... much more tiresome than I thought..." V panted heavily, leaning on his makeshift staff/spear thing for support. Sure, it had been fun, but he's not sure if he could manage any more of that. I mean, between having to clean up waves of zombies and climb up to the observatory, which is about sixty floors up? Even the mutant super-virus would get tired of that.

That being said, he's kinda glad he got some help in this matter. Getting up to the 49th floor was not an easy feat, considering what they had to do along the way. And he probably would've been snacked on if it wasn't for the others. You couldn't tell just how relieved he was when he saw zero concentration of zombies on the 49th floor. Let's hope that there's no more above... them...?

Huh?

"Oi... where's the stairs going above?"
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" Oh thank god! We made it!" Ikki said out loud as he used Masamune to keep his balance, he was tired, plain and simple, and he was running out of energy. They had cut their way through hordes, and hordes of zombies, and had finally made it to the top. Where all Arcadia missions this crazy? It would seem as if that was the norm.

" Still nothing from Hiro Sensei....ok guys a suggest we move together. Since we have a small army behind us, we have no choice but to keep moving. I say we barricade the door, to at least slow them down in time enough for us to find Hiro-sensei...he has to be around here somewhere.." Ikki stated as he began to take over the leader role. He wasn't used to this, but figured if no one had anything to say against him, then he would be ok. In truth he wanted to leave this place more then anyone. Something about the smell of blood, was stirring something within him, something more Demonic then Kal.

" Well duh! The only option is too move forward. You want to go back down into that!?" The demon yelled from within Ikki's head. But his voice sounded worried, as if he wanted Ikki to get as far away from the killing as possible.

" I don't know what's going on, but I will make sure we all make it out of this alive, I refuse to see anyone die in my first mission." Ikki spoke as he looked to the others. They where all tired, but this was no time to rest. They where going to die if the stopped moving, but seeing as there where no zombies on this floor Ikki figured they could take this time to rest.

" I know this isn't the time, but let's catch our breath, and move ahead once we can all breath without almost dieing" Ikki said with a laugh trying to lighten the mood as he placed masamune back in its sheath.
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"Go ahead," The Mad Monk chuckled as Lavender's trigger finger twitched - she was eager to put an end to this diabolical mental assault by putting a few bullets into Rasputin's head - but she was well aware of their previous encounter in the Arcadia Mansion that it wasn't going to do any good. "Your heart may be slowly filling up with fear but you can still draw and kill me. But it won't do you any good. I've transcended mortality." The Mad Monk said mockingly as a foul stench - like the smell of rotting corpses, faint at first - grew stronger and his mental assault continued to chip away at the Arcadian leader's willpower more intensely.

I haven't figured out how to defend against this yet... if you have any ideas I'm glad to hear them... we've probably only got one shot to pull something off so I wouldn't shoot unless you're one hundred percent confident... Lavender nodded as Hiro transmitted to her over the Arcadian link.

Until we can find some way to kill this bugger for real... our next best bet is to try and break out of this floor; try to stay out of the radius of his mental assault... Lavender relayed back. The floor is afterall, concrete - and the windows nearby are still glass. Tsukasa-san... do you think the surrounding doors and windows are warded? And if so, what's your confidence in breaching the wards? Lavender asked. Perhaps, just perhaps she might be able to pull off something the Mad Monk wasn't expecting, as he continued to make his speech about pitting their team of Arcadians against the Crowley Brothers.
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I can sense them all around the room. There's a bunch of very powerful wards in place. He has every door and window covered... there's even one on the floor. I can probably crack one but I'll need to work uninterrupted. Hiro answered Lavender quickly back over their Arcadian link as his eyes remained locked on Rasputin. The trump card of the Arcadian uniforms still seemed to hold out. Unless he was keeping an expert poker face Rasputin couldn't intercept their communication. If he could, Hiro was almost certain that the Mad Monk would have cut them off already to gloat; he knew this type of person all to well.

"Ah, I can sense it now," Rasputin continued as he paced about before the two, "Your team has reached the Crowley Brothers. If I remember right... the last time it took the Fire Division in full force with the help from outsiders to even hold ground against them. I do feel sorry for your loss." Shaking his head slowly, Rasputin cackled in laughter.

"I have faith in them," Hiro responded as he forced up a half-smirk against the growing feeling of dread the aura from Rasputin was forcing at him. Frowning in disgust, and according to Hiro's plan, this set their adversary onto another long rant about the nature of faith....

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As the Fire Team entered the food court on the 49th floor they were met with two familiar faces....

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Even if they had never been on a mission that involved the Crowley Brothers their images were all over Arcadia HQ and in the working file on the Hellfire Club. Both were highly dangerous mages that had become expelled from the Tower of Fang for delving into the darker arts and forbidden magic.

Both brothers were seated and as the group walked in both rose and clapped slowly for their guests. "I'm very impressed," the older brother, Edward, began to speak, "We half expected just the zombies to wipe you all out."

"Whatever," Isaac quickly added as he straightened his glasses, "I'm ready to get this going so let me just explain it plain and simple. You may have the building sealed off for now but the moment you stepped foot on the 49th floor all the undead in Sunshine 60 have begun to move towards the first floor and crowd at the doors. Eventually, they will overpower them... even if Arcadians working outside the building have placed wards... it just delays the inevitable..."

Picking up where his brother had left off, Edward finished the nature of their battle, "You probably have at best five minutes. In five minutes time those doors will fall and Tokyo will slowly flood with the undead of Sugamo Prison. However, we used a very special ritual to raise so many undead all at once. Their unlife is tied to our own lives. If we fall, they fall."

"It's a pity the fate of Tokyo rests on your shoulders," Isaac scoffed as he raised a hand and began to channel magical energy into it. A pitch black aura began to glow around his body; it was clear this wasn't the same type of magic Hiro nor anyone in Arcadia that practiced spellcasting used.



"Age before beauty," Isaac scoffed with a laugh as he continued to channel magical energies. Shaking his head slowly, Edward held his right hand forward with the palm facing towards the Fire Team. In the blink of an eye there was an explosion of dark magic before his hand as he charged nearly double what Isaac had already started in just a split second.

"HELL SHOT!" Edward shouted as an explosive ball of dark magic shot forth hurtling towards the Fire Team; the residual energy around the orb burning the floor of the food court as it raced over the ground.
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"Well, ain't that stupid of you, giving away your weakness like that," V growled with a slight shiver in his voice, despite the obvious grin on his face. He can't sense supernatural energy, but even he could feel it, the powerful dominating feeling the Crowley brothers were sending off. Even for someone as proud as V, they seemed to tower over his existence. He threw away the makeshift staff, cracking his knuckle and took a fighting stance. He himself isn't good at fighting, and Seth was the better one between the two. His fighting style is akin to The Hulk.

A bead of sweat trailed down his face as he watched the two in anticipation of their abilities. This isn't gonna end good, as he watched the two gathering up what looked like a massive amount of dark energy in their hands. Not exactly someone acquainted with anything mystical like this, he had no idea just how powerful such an attack would be. He stared as the energy builds up, and-

Eyes wide in shock as they unleashed a massive ball of black flames, spiked with an enormous amount of heat that singed and burned through anything it passed. The floor was trailed with scorch marks as it zoomed towards the team at high speed, the flaming black body of it licked around the air and engulfed-

BOOOMMM!!!!

The roar was caused by V slamming one of his hyper-strengthened foot to the ground with intense force, causing a large slab of the concrete floor to rise in front of them, acting as a wall to block the flaming hellfire of doom from, uh... dooming them.
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Ikki's eyes widened as he cast his gaze upon the Crowley brothers. He had never met them, but upon joining Arcadia, he made it his job to study up on past missions, and enemy's. These two where on the 'Top Dog' list. A list that Ikki had plastered in his head. These guys where the elite of the Hellfire Club, and due to their high power levels. Ikki knew that this fight would not be easy.

"....... Hiro-Sensei never said anything about these two being here....crap!" Ikki said as he pulled Masamune from his sheath and held it up preparing for the onslaught that was to come. Ikki watched as the two brothers began their attack, he griped the sword tightly as he prepared for a counter attack. But before he could move there was a large fire ball headed his way.

" Crap!" Ikki yelled as he fired up his air treks, barely dodging the attack. His face stared at the scene as he watched the wall behind him burn to ashes as the attack slammed into it. Ikki gulped silently as he turned his gaze back towards the brothers.

" Ok that was cute....now its my turn!" Ikki said as he sped towards the two brothers, with sword in hand. Due to his air treks the distance was closed rather quickly, allowing him to attack quickly. He let out a loud battle cry as he swung the sword aiming for Edwards chest.
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I can sense them all around the room. There's a bunch of very powerful wards in place. He has every door and window covered... there's even one on the floor. Hiro relayed back. Not a very comforting piece of news indeed - since it means that while the rest of the Arcadia operatives fought their way through a horde of revenants for what would be an inevitable face-off against the Crowley Brothers... in a duel to the death, and as the leaders there was nothing she or Hiro could do except listen to the Mad Monk's ravings and endure his constant supernatural onslaught against their minds? I can probably crack one but I'll need to work uninterrupted.

"You guys only had the upper hand because of the dirty tricks you employ," Lavender replied after Hiro spoke his part, where the leader expressed his faith in his Arcadia operatives... seriously, after their use of such underhanded tactics did he believe that she too would play by his rules? Lavender sent Hiro another message, "Great... how about this plan... I'll keep Rasputin busy, while you try to break one of the wards... and then gimme a shout when you're done, then we'll break out of here to help the rest of the team." She just needed Hiro to give the word, and she would make her move - but if and only if Hiro said so, seeing how they will need an unprecedented level of teamwork and a lot of trust in each other to have any chance of this working out... hopefully.
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"Shoot, this is really really bad..." Lynn murmured, clutching her staff with shaky hands. After the narrow escape from the insatiable hordes of the recently deceased civilians they'd been contracted to save with results bordering on unfailing ineptitude they'd fallen into the hands of the very men responsible for slaughtering that many people in such short order. If you'd asked Lynn who her least favorite people she'd ever met her, she might have said hecklers, people with no suspension of disbelief, quitters or possibly club bouncers who take issue when you won't produce a driver's license. However, this was the first time she'd ever stood face to face with truly monstrous human beings. It made her lungs feel cold and seize with a mixture of righteous hatred and intermingling fear.

These guys would kill her without batting an eye and now she, a pacifist, was expected to face them headlong. Lynn had killed already once today. Twelve if they don't all count as once and first and foremost these guys were practitioners of the magical arts just like she was. If there was anything she could handle, it was a couple of amateur spell-slingers who probably didn't study has as hard as she did. Still, she felt a lump in her throat as the ball of crackling negative energy formed in the first one's hand, only to be tossed at the group with little more than a condescending remark. "H-Hell shot??" That was certainly something she'd never heard of, what kind of magic were they using? Kabbalah? Early Christian? Some kind of western Magicae? Lynn didn't give a whole lot more thought to it than that instead taking the time to 'HIT THE DECK' as is the term of her home and native land.

Thankfully Seth suddenly crushed into existence a crude, but effective stone barrier. Actually it was pretty awesome as Crow capitalized on the sudden cover to burst suddenly from behind it, charging towards the magi like it was a planned attack or something! That was pure teamwork and Lynn refused to be shown up in such a basic skill area! She might not be much of a fighter, but she was just as useful. Reaching into the suitcase next to her she immediately grasped onto a familiar object and charged from behind the cover just after Crow. With an elegant and obviously practiced flourish she whipped a massive curtain from the bag, hurling it above where the Crowley brothers stood. "This will teach to underestimate me!" Lynn cried as the curtain slowly tumbled down. The art of misdirection! If it landed on them, they'd be facing a randomly different direction after pulling it off! And of course it's kinda hard to see with a curtain on your head.

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Looks like if it hits, they'll only be slightly off center. Lady Luck wasn't on her side this time!
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