Olympus [Lit Fantasy RP] {Chap 4: Let Slip the Dogs of War}

[Arretsu]

Location:Prism Tower/ Tab's office
Company: -
Outfit:Out

"I know..." She growled as she watched. "Just wish he would have waited awhile longer, the bombing is bad yes. But I fear..." She trailed off, as she watched in awe of Khao's raw power. The whole bombing though, something seemed odd with it. Celestial wouldn't resort to that sort of thing. "It all seemed so human.."

Plus she wanted to speak with Silas more, she was hoping that maybe she could get to him. It was doubtful, but worth a try and now that idea flew out the window.

"Lets hope they don't change their mind, and decide to send full reinforcements now."

[S.Lyger]

arrow Bryce Parker aka The Brain
CEO of Prism Corp
Location: Prism Tower, Tabatha's Office
Company: Tabatha

Bryce nodded calmly, it seemed as though the bombing had been a bit much,

"true, but then again I've met most of these people already. I can't see any of them bombing a house full of women and children traitors or not, now an assassination attempt on one of the leadership seemed more plausible."

Though he'd had no real experience in any of these matters his mind had been wandering on the subject for quite sometime now. It was easy enough to for him see that, in this situation Khaos and the others could only see this as a celestial attack.

"Many of them are like family" he said shaking his head as he watched the action unfolding within the display.

"Yeah, thats actually the only part of this that might make things more difficult... At least we'll finally get to see what he can do against them, the sims can only create so clear a picture..." He chuckled a bit, "funny enough celestials are much easier to map their personal style of fighting within the simulator because they generally use the most logical application of their powers. Human nature however causes this to vary, causing some humans with extraordinary abilities to be ineffective in combat scenarios against those who may have categorically lessened traits."

[S.Lyger]

arrow Silas Augmantius, Paladin of the Council Guard
Location: Atop the Satin Hotel/Casino, The Strip
Mood: Intrigued
Company: none

Silas had found himself upon the roof of the city hall building, he'd found pouring and pouring over the information wasn't going to make much of a difference. The war was all but set and the players were already nearly selected, technically the first move had already been made... 'shouldn't be too long now' he thought with a bit of a sigh. While he certainly didn't agree with Tannis' methods, he knew full well the power of those within the upper council he was there representing. He also knew that at the end of it all if he'd done his part and Tannis failed, in the end they'd hang it all around his neck.

A hand casually resting on the hilt of one of the katanas dangling from the right side of his waistline, he grew restless and weary, warriors such as himself loathed the inbetween time. His attention was drawn suddenly to the sound of two explosions not too far from the downtown area, a third joining in shortly after on the strip from the appearance of the smoke. Silas chuckled a bit, his free hand moving up to stroke his chin a moment,

"well well now" he said to no one in particular, "and here I'd thought it'd be another day before we saw some movement."

With a great burst of golden light and energy his form vanished, reemerging in a smaller version of the same visual display atop of the Satin Hotel and Casino, not too far from the action. Folding his arms over his chest he watched curiously, mentally sending in a call through the network for two support troops to aid the security force already present. He watched now intently as the four of them surrounded the pair, as the highest rank, Vernaaf would technically in command, a role which he clearly enjoyed.

He'd also dispatched another team to facilitate the evacuation of the immediate area of the fight, and rescuing and or healing those who'd been hit and or injured in car related accidents. This began slowly widening the area in which the fight could take place without hurting anyone, in truth he was hoping to see a good show.

[Arretsu]

Location:Prism Tower/ Tab's office
Company: -
Outfit:Out

Nodding, she would have to agree with Bryce. Raising a hand, she would touch the air and another screened appeared. This one showed Silas, standing on top the roof satin hotel and she could only guess what he was thinking. "Most likely amused."

She to would get the call, having made sure to always keep a connection up with the celestial network, a hidden presence within. "Two support troops coming in. Also a team to help with rescuing and healing those caught in the cross fire."

[Rylos Kurokagi]

Rylos

Location: Prism Tower
Mood: Focused, Disturbed

Rylos reached the Prism Tower, parking his bike on the front steps. He wasn't going to be staying long. He looked around, surprised that security hadn't been buffed up even further because of the recent bombing. This showed one of the many reasons he didn't exactly liked the views of the celestials, or their over ego. He walked up to the door, walked through them and going to the front desk. "I'm here to receive my payment. Rylos." He said to the celestial at the desk. He would figure that the desk clerk would know him by now, but then again, he wouldn't be surprised if she never cared to remember him, especially since half the time, the clerk never looked up.

"You are to take the elevator to level 2, and wait at room 283 for your payment." The clerk said. He was surprised, usually they would just give him a paycheck and ignore him. This rung bells within him. He thought for a second, contemplating teleporting up there instead of just going to long way. He decided against it as he walked to the elevator, entering it and taking it to the second floor, reaching the room. As he opened it, it was empty, with a desk in it and a chair. He surveyed the area, before deciding to sit, and wait.

[WolfumsTheGreat]

Location: Retloc's Home
Company: Retloc
OOC:
Wearing:This

xxxxxIn a quick blur, Aidien seemed to lose her brother. She saw his tortured face as he tried to reach out towards her, but was quickly pushed back by the hurrying people. She offered him an expression to let him know that she was safe and that Retloc wouldn't hurt her. He was only looking out for her. Then she felt herself being moved. If anything, she had no idea that she was moving. Sure her feet was pressing against the ground while she held tightly onto Retloc's arm. Time was whirling by inside while on the outside it seemed to stand still. With that stand still, she soon found herself back where they had came from. It took Aidien a moment to realize that she was shaking and rather violently.

xxxxxWas Retloc speaking to her? She lifted her head to watch his mouth move, but she couldn't hear him. Was she in shock? She had just left her brother while Eden strip seemed to be in a panic. What was happening to the city? Aidien never had anything against the city and actually enjoyed living there, for she used to be horribly picked on back home concerning how she looked. She was grateful for the city, for she could finally be herself. Where would a girl with horns and wings fit into the real world? If that was the case, then why was something this horrible happening to her beautiful world? "Aidien, are you okay?" she finally heard, but all she was able to get out was a nod of her head. What was going on? She heard his words again, but she wasn't sure if she could see his mouth move. It was at that moment that she realized that she was bending time around herself. Perhaps it was some unknown defense mechanism, but she had accidently triggered it to work.

xxxxxWith a quick snap back into reality, she was wide-eyed there in front of Retloc. "Yeah... yeah, I'm okay," she whispered softly to him. "What's going on? What is happening? Are we in danger? Is my brother in danger?!" she asked, panic beginning to show in her voice.

[S.Lyger]

arrow Bryce Parker aka The Brain
CEO of Prism Corp
Location: Prism Tower, Tabatha's Office
Company: Tabatha

Bryce nodded chuckling a bit,

"at least their on top of things... Back home a situation like this, the response would have been considerably less effective and take much longer."

Shaking his head he leaned back into his chair a bit more, leaning his head to the side and rubbing the back of his neck. A slight ache growing, a side effect of constantly staring at consoles and other tech for 18hrs days. He'd began to notice more recently that he needed less and less sleep each night, staying up tinkering into the whee hours of the morning with very little fatigue.

[S.Lyger]

[Rylos the building you're in is City Hall.]

Within room 283 Brogas Von stood calmly peering out the window of the rather large room with a surprisingly high ceiling. Arms folded across his chest he awaited Rylos, his order in the matter had been quite clear. As the only person who knew that the celestial council hired him for the hit on the rebel families, with his death, this loose end would be tied forever.

He despised the supers, the idea of using one to incite war with the others and ultimately root out the rebellious factions in one fall swoop seemed like a perfect plan. He could see humans for what they truly were, and know full well they were in no way ready for or fit to have such power. The dossier he'd been given on the man that would be joining him shortly had allowed him to make a number of alterations to the room in which they were to meet. A smirk traced his features as he heard the nob turning, his form vanishing from the room emerging down the hall.

Making the short walk rather quickly he'd enter the room now, nodding to the man, producing an envelope from his pocket he would hand it to him. It appearance was thick and certainly money shaped but should he open it, it'd simply be long strips of cut to size paper.

"We've decided to start using cash from now on, as the rebellious groups now possess very highly qualified technical support."

[Rylos Kurokagi]

Rylos

Location: City Hall
Mood: Alert, Cautious.
Company: Brogas Von

Rylos looked at the person that game him the letter, before looking at the letter itself. It looked as though it was cash inside, but something wasn't right... the weight of the envelop was lighter then what the pay would have been in cash. "Rebels you say..." He repeated... as he transformed his fingernail to a longer length in order to cut the envelop open. as he looked inside, alarms in his head rang loud and clear as he saw the shredded contents inside. 'Escape, now!' He thought. He tried, he thought of a location, someplace safe, not his house in case they could track him, since they were celestials.

But he couldn't leave. It was as if something was blocking him, he being was trapped, and so was he. Rylos did the next thing he could think of as he returned to his body, he saw that Brogas was drawing his weapon, and aiming to kill him. He kicked the desk in front of him, pushing it forward and him backwards as he leaned back, dropping the chair back and doing a reverse recovery roll to get back on his feet, sword drawn. "What's the meaning of this?!" He said, demanding an answer.

[S.Lyger]

arrow Brogas Von, Council Asset
Location: City Hall, rm 283
Company: Rylos

Brogas smirked, reaching beneath his cloak to produce a small metallic cylinder as the man moved away frantically, noticing he couldn't just teleport away.

"What wrong?" he asked in mock concern, "having trouble running off are you?" he asked smugly. The metallic cylinder began to glow, expanding on either side, each end becoming a 3ft long 4 inch wide 1 inch thick blade, extending outwards from the piece in the middle which now became a handle of sorts.

"The meaning of this is simple... You've concluded your human life cycle, you were young, you grew up, you were of use, and now that use has come to an end."

Lunging forward now the blade rising above his head in his right hand, coming down hard and forward meaning to impale the man in his chest from about 4ft away.

[V.H. Griffin Chan]

arrow Irina Katarina "Dutch" Douchlenova, Head of "Anarchy 99"
Olympus Streets
Mood: Angered
Health: Excellent
Company: Khaos
OOC: Are you going to rp all the celestials?

As the gravitation formed, she could feel how her body became light as a feather, her face drawed a grin as she saw the celestials, finally serious business were about to begin, her fist closed her feet firmly set on the ground as her strenght began to gather on her legs, the ground started breaking as her legs applied presure and her body slightly leaned forward

"Heard that holy boys? thats our song, lets dance!" she said as the ground broke beneath her as her body lunged forward like a missile, impulsed by her own strenght and Khaos graviton field, gaining inhuman speed, going for one of the low ranking celestials, she decided it will be better to finish off the weak one first, so they could face together the leader, raising her fist, she trasnformed her skin into metal in mid air, her arm gathered all the streght out of rage, anger and sheer wish to end the life of this so called supreme beings, with a warcry that echoed in the nearby alleway she discharged her fury in a single downward strike going for the head trying to smash it and send it down right in between the shoulders of the celestial

[S.Lyger]

[I was planning on it yes for the time being, until we get more pc's of them on the bad side lol....]



arrow Mustafa Crumpton aka Khaos
Location: Tabatha's Office, Prism Tower, Bryce's Office
Mood: ******** STEAMED!
Company: Irina

Khaos grinned, as the man who'd been taunting him was sent flying backwards, though the other two were already on him. Lunging forth from either side attempting to take hold of both of his arms, one was successful, the other quickly leading with a punch aimed at the side of his face. He ducked his head, pulling against the one who held his arm as the man tried to twist it counter clockwise hoping to break it. Fighting it just long enough he'd place his free hand palm down on the ground, a pulse like wave shot outwards and radiated within a close proximity to him. The pulse began to heighten the effects of gravity within that area, gravitons beginning to gather upon all solid mass aside from his own.

The fight seemed to slow a bit at that point, the man's grip loosening upon his wrist allowed him to turn it over taking hold of his forearm. Already low to the ground he quickly swept the man's leg, the added weight causing his body to slam into the ground seemingly much faster than a simple fall. Standing quickly he'd kick the man in his chest, sending him sliding across the ground a ways, the other already at his back, snaking his arms around the outside of Khaos' and trying to wrench them behind his back. The mass of dreads upon his head suddenly whipped backwards, as he headbutted the man behind him. His head lurched backwards along with his balance, quickly sliding his arms out Khaos turned, his palm connecting with the man's chest about his second step backwards. The gravitons that'd been gathering about his form suddenly rushed to Khaos' palm, materializing in the form of a greyish material which burst forth causing a heavy concussive blast to send him flying back into the building behind him.

His attention had been drawn by the pair, not noticing even as the leader stood now, having recovered from the initial attack. All he saw as he turned his head were numerous lances of light now racing towards him. Holding up his arms distinctively they'd connect with the form fitting field he always wore, though to his surprise they weren't all stopped. Several grazed by him, causing blade like singe marks within his flesh, the last of which exploding seemingly right in front of his chest and sending flying backwards. His form appeared to bounce against the ground once before slamming into the second floor windows of one of the clubs.


The remaining celestial watched as the woman arched above him, her metallic form now descending upon him he'd quickly sidestep to the right. His goal was to avoid the immediate strike while being close enough to not allow her time to recover. Doing so he'd act as soon as she landed, lunging forward a blade of celestial energies now protruded from his right hand, fingers extended fully as though an extension of his appendage. Aiming for her midsection he'd slash horizontally from left to right, coming across his body, his form lowered by bended knee, meaning to cut her in half.

[V.H. Griffin Chan]

arrow Irina Katarina "Dutch" Douchlenova, Head of "Anarchy 99"
Olympus Streets
Mood: Angered
Health: Excellent
Company: Khaos
OOC: ok

Irina landed, the ground breaking beneath her feet as the fist missed its target entirely, she cursed first for missing, and cursed even more after seen the bright energy blade coming at her, with little time to react, the former spetnaz member arched backwards, in a scene worhty of a Matrix movie, she saw how the blade slowly passed slightly over he breasth and face, feeling the heat even trough her metallic skin

Landing on her back after the blade passed, she reacted inmediately, with the slight momentun provided by her small fall, she sidekicked the Celestial knee, aiming for the leg supporting all of his weight, trying to break it, since the Celestial remained close to her, she wouldn't have any problem reaching him, and of course he will have little time to react, as she counterattack at the same time she dodged his attack, so he was most likely finishing his slash at the same time the kick will land

[S.Lyger]

arrow Mustafa Crumpton aka Khaos
Location: Tabatha's Office, Prism Tower, Bryce's Office
Mood: ******** STEAMED!
Company: Irina

Khaos slammed into the back wall of the bar, most but not all of the momentum braced by the field encasing his form at all times. Anger boiled within him looking around a moment realizing where he was he moved to stand, shakily at first but stronger as he became more aware. Glancing around for a bit chuckled a bit seeing that he was inside a bar within the club on the second floor. It'd already been mostly cleared during the explosions, but the few the remained offered him rather unnerved looks. Aches and pains began to register all about his body, rolling his shoulders and neck a bit he glanced over at the bar.

His right arm raising he'd point to one of the bottles lining the bar, and it raised from its space seemingly hovering just over the bar. With the flick of a finger he summoned it to his grasp, removing the top and taking a few gulping swigs. He nodded happily, a slight numbing sensation overtaking him slowly as he made his way back towards the hole he'd created in the wall. Setting the bottle down on one of the tables still standing, without a word he'd step up to hole, peering down angrily at his opponents. The field had been narrowed to two, as it seemed the man that'd been behind him was now very slow to get up.

The moment he lept from the hole it closed behind him, the building making itself right once more as his form drifted back down towards the ground. Deciding not to let him recover at all the one that he'd swept and kicked initially charged forth, taking flight meaning to meet him in mid-air. At the point of contact he'd level a strong forward kick with his right leg, Khaos' form seemingly performed a side step like motion though still airborne. Catching hold of the leg as it passed, in his left, his right hand came around delivering a blow to the man's midsection. Absorbing the brunt of his inertia by dulling the pull as it related to his own gravity, this force reverberating through the field about him and delivered into the blow. Releasing the man's leg now his form raced downward, slamming into the ground and through it a little ways cracking the asphalt into pieces.


Noting the slash had missed he'd meant to follow it through and wind his arm up to bring down a vertical slash now that she was on the ground. A bit closer than he'd like to have been her metallic boot shattering a number of bones within his knee. Crying out his knee buckled and he'd drop down to it, as pain shot through his form he fell backwards. Wincing heavily he scrambled backwards, doing his best to heal the knee, though knowing it'd take a bit longer than he would like.