Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

Terrance merely looked at the dragon and frowned. She had to be kidding, this must've been some kind of joke. He heard from her ranting that she was with child, but not even her could have this bad taste in joke. He let out a sigh, his eyes locked on to the dragon. Because of the serverity of the situation he was placed in, Terrance said nothing and merely nodded. He looked down at his watch and nodded, He found no reason to rest up now. He slammed the giant red button on the watch and let the red miasma surge itself from out of his pores. The Helmet forming perfectly around his head.

HE had just become Steel Liger and it was time to move. The miasma made to create his steel armor should not affect the dragon on his shoulders. "Thanks Lian...for everything, and I PROMISE I'll fix your gate soon." He stated. He began to slowly walk away from the female, Yes the dragon would help but that would not be nearly as enough, unless the dragon had something up it's sleeve.

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

Lian nodded, giving him a thumbs up with a bit of a grin before he left. Alki was not what he appeared to be if Terrance had stuck around the manor long enough to see him in human form. The suit transformation was a surprise but he remained coiled around the mech suit's shoulders with his small claws clinging on. He looked to Terrance with beady red eyes, curious but understanding. 'She knows how you're feeling right now...and how your mothers feels. I'm sure later you can ask her about it."He said as he looked forward to where Terrance was going. 'So where to?'

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

"Liger has tracked the fingerprints on the letter to an old abandoned business building in Guildhall Ward, It's not that far from here actually." Terrance said. However, his voice had certained changed in tone and sound, It went from a naturally sweet voice with a small amount of bass, into a combination of monotone and heavy computerized distortion. This, was the effect of steel liger on it's user. It only guides the creature on the battlefield when it is activated, the keyword being Guide. Like all guides, you can show them somewhere but they will not necessarily follow.

In this case, he did not want to harm anybody at the place. He wanted everyone safe and the authorities contacted. He was still a hero, he still needed to make everyone feel proud of him, to celebrate him and make him finally being.

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

"Sounds like a plan then. Creepy building, Guildhall."Alki said as he scurried down the Liger's arm and hopped off. There was a big flurry of violet colored fire and he reappeared in his human-esque form. He was tall with long dark hair, red eyes and looked like he could lift a vehicle over his head. Though, he wore a simple tunic, vest and strangely enough...a kilt. Alki grinned in his usual friendly way, continuing along with him. "Though if you're talking fingerprints...Looks like we should come up with a plan. I can grab your mom if you can take care of whoever has got her. I can move faster."He said as he moved along briskly, covering ground quickly with his long stride.

[Athrien Gothril]

arrow The Market Ward -- Recovering From Zombie AIDS

So there was something about a crazed priest-demon cutting the hell out of the followers of its church, which was presumably where Crystal met her fate. That was most certainly something to write home about. Fortunately, Lovi's business card suffered little damage from the demon's noxious assault. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the man's still-recovering body..

The rogue's skin now carried an unhealthy pallor, with occasional coughing fits interrupting his lightly-wheezing breaths. There were still some parts of his flesh that had refused to fully heal, leaving his face to look somewhat "scrapped". Breathing felt unpleasant, with Athrien's pain almost audible with every drawn breath. The little magic he had in him was desperately struggling to fight back the effects of whatever horrifying problem had graced this particular instance, and fighting it back seemed to be a difficult task, if not near impossible. It was all he could do to hope he could at least prevent whatever he had from spreading further.

To no one's surprise, the darkly-garbed zombie was getting little positive attention, though he'd had the good fortune of not being picked on too harshly yet -- it was far from the strangest sight that Sigil had to offer, at least. Regardless, the man shambled on and hoped his problem could be cured before he could go back and tell his employer of what he'd discovered. Heavens forbid whatever he had could be spread with a cough -- it was spread to him through air, after all.

[Heartless Circe]

arrow The Market Ward

"Can it be repaired?" asked a young, cherubic voice at an antique stand amongst the various shops, stores, and carts in the Sigil Market Ward. The voice belonged to a young girl, childlike in features, dressed in a rumpled school uniform that was too big for her, yet too short in the legs to be a proper fit. She stood barefoot in the road as she pleaded with the cart's owner.

The elderly shop owner, peering over wide spectacles at an ornate purple bottle in his hands, seemed quite capable in tinkering with things, but this was not his forte. "I'm afraid not," he replied, "It's a pretty wide crack. You'd be better off getting a new one."

The girl shook her head adamantly at his suggestion. "No, thank you," she said, disheartened, taking the broken bottle back from his withered hands.

It had more sentimental value than anything else-- she couldn't bear to throw it away. She knew it would never be what it used to, but she'd never give up hoping that some day she'd just wake up from this dream. If things were as they used to be, at least she could forget. Being mortal had it's aches and pains, but none larger than remembering all of it at once, she'd thought.

The barefooted, childlike girl, dragging her feet in the dirt and feeling utterly miserable, trudged past the crowds of the market ward to park her arse on a sidelong bench. She cradled the broken bottle in her hands, rubbing it with her thumbs to shine it up, as many had done before. It looked as if it was a bejeweled perfume bottle, if not for the deep crevice that ran from top to bottom.

But to her, it was home-- one that she would never return to again.

[Lian Feaorne]

arrow Lian's Manor--Ladies Ward

Lian hefted the basket of supplies for dinner with a heavy thud, panting. She hadn't quite gotten back to full strength but getting out and about was helping. For the time that she was still recovering, she could barely pick up her youngest daughter and the poor child clung to her legs for a few days until Yai shape-shifted into a pony. Huffing, she started to separate out the groceries when the mage-turned-servant came into assist her. His hair, traditionally kept long while in the magery, was cut short but just long enough. Lian was generous enough to keep a little length for heritage-sake. He helped her, but kept his head low. "Yai hasn't been thrashing you again, has he?"She asked, startling the young mage who shook his head.

"It was only that one time...I can see his reason for being angry."Yuri muttered as he put potatoes in a strainer so they could be washed and then peeled. He ran the sink for a little while, keeping his back to Lian who took a seat with a sigh. "I told him to leave you be. Have you gotten all the tiling done like I asked you to?"She asked. Lian found out that the mage was skilled in making mosaics, painting and other arts so she kept him busy with a personal project in a room that she had been keeping a secret for a while. It was her personal hideaway when she was frustrated or wanted some alone time with Ark away from the children or any new house guests. It had previously been a sealed off room to a final 5th floor of the manor that was just a slightly jutting tower. The breeze was pleasant and there was a view that encompassed the city from the three windows. Unfortunately, it needed some work so she put the mage to work.

"Well...Its a big project...I've gotten half of it done in the time that I've been here....and then there's your workshop that I still need to paint...and the nursery mural..."He muttered as she pulled the potatoes out from the water, grabbing a peeler and getting to work.

"Aye...you are nifty to have around...Ark never seemed the type to paint and everyone else is too busy or too small."Lian said as she got up, shuffled over to a compost bin that she kept in the kitchen to be transferred out to the larger one in her atrium. Sitting down, she started to shuck the corn that she had gotten for dinner that would be roasted on a grill instead of boiled like it usually was. The potatoes would be cooked and then mashed later. Yuri managed a small smile as he peeled the potatoes, a little embarrassed. "Have you seen Arkravis around at all?"She asked him, Yuri shrinking some.

Arkravis had been...patient with him...despite what he had been a part of. Anytime he was around, there was this looming shadow that engulfed him, scaring him and he soon fled away like a coward from where they were. Lian didn't see it, but Yuri could. Arkravis seemed like evil incarnate. "I...haven't. I know Terra's in the garden with Yai playing in the pool, um...Tresondros hasn't come back from the tournaments yet...Lady Lovi hasn't come by today but the postman did come with a package. Its in your office...and it was fairly large."Yuri said, ducking his head a little lower. He could hear Lian sigh, and resume shucking the corn with a bit of agitation. The 'damn hormones' she kept raging on about.

"Must be the ultrasound machine. I had one ordered to keep track of...it..."Lian said, giving him a bit of a stink eye. Yuri had been very vague about what his brothers had implanted inside of her. As far as she knew, it was a child. They hadn't violated her, but they did something that was along the lines of what someone would do during in vitro fertilization. Whatever was inside her though...He knew that his brothers were still alive and watching, so he wouldn't dare say anything further than what they physically did. Lian got up, retrieved some tin foil and started to wrap some of the corn in it before continuing shucking.

"Right..."Yuri muttered. "It. Or She. Or He..."

[Trexasle]

Lian Ikariyang

Terrance Vanguard

Terrance said nothing and stared forward, not completely surprised about the dragon transforming. That being, Steel Liger wasn't impressed by the transformation. By the second sentence Terrance was already gone and letting his other being take control. A Being, that he would usually fight for control with in and outside of his body, in effort to become a hero, to become important almost. Essentially, that was his drive for doing all of this, to matter.

The arrived at the building which one could see various flashes of light from the window, even if it was to be abandoned. Which meant it was naturally lit by some sort of fire or such, at least that is what Terrance would like to think.

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

Alki reshifted into a dragon, but just to one the size of a medium-sized dog. He flicked his tongue out, licking over his nose as he sniffed around low to the ground. At the door, he forced his head through it and proceeded to scurry upstairs. They would be expecting Terrance no doubt, but a dragon? Definitely not. He made his way up, expecting to alert someone or something to their presence.

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

Liger decided to follow suit with the dragon, but broke off to the latter half of the stairs. He was not surprised specifically seeing the massive amounts of enemies that he did see. Something that he was indeed prepared for. He extended his claws and snarled, slashing through the mooks at Mass Efficiency. , kill b*****d, get mother, leave, that was the essential plan.

Meanwhile with the dragon on his way to His mom, he would be met by his own set of mooks, about 10 seemingly carrying ammunition based weaponry, mostly machine guns.

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

Alki watched him take care of the men for a brief moment before seeing that he had his own obstacles to take care of. He could easily just increase his size and squish them but in a building this small, he had to work small. Lowering her head, he charged, bringing his body to ram into them and knock them down or over the stair railing. The ammunition couldn't pierce his scales unless he exposed his soft underbelly but he was careful not to. Pushing through, he started to seek out the smell of old woman. He gave the kidnappers another quick wallop with his tail, sweeping across the hall to keep them down before he continued further into the building to the second floor.

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

Liger after quickly plowing his way through upstairs began his trench toward the top stair, the building was that high up, the third floor at best. Him already being near the end of the second he was already making good time going through the place. Storming up to the third floor another batch of mooks began to get in his way. not as much as the last time so he was quick to ignore them and simply began to plow through them using his arm strength. He found no time for their crap, he needed to eliminate whoever was in charge of this operation.

reaching the end of the hallway he opened the only door that happened to still be in check with the building. His eyes then widened with what he saw.

A Man with Blue hair stood in front of him, glasses on his face, he seemed to be polishing his Fender Stratocaster. A Smile grew on his face, when he saw the boy finally bust into his office. "Glad you made it, Happy to see me?" He stood up from his seat, and posed. The Western duster that was usually part of his wear, was now replaced with a Black Trenchcoat, the eyepatch was gone, instead replaced with a solid red eye that seemed to glow behind his sunglasses. His body was completely back to normal, no longer skinny by any sense of the imagination, instead was built alot more like a Professional wrestler.

Suddenly, Terrance would regain control if only for a second.

"K...Ken?"

Meanwhile.

The second floor was still crowiding itself with mooks but the rate seemed to be dwindling. The sent of the female was near. Near the End of the hall is where the scent was located, However the hall was still full of mooks, that should be easy enough to plow through, most of them now charging in with various close range weaponry. Screams however could be heard in the singular room, in which the scent was held at, They were muffled, almost struggling to say something.

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

Alki could only do so much without either killing them or setting them on fire. He did, however, barrel through them back and forth, using his whip-like tail to crack the weapons out of their hands, before ramming them. He could smell the woman at the end of the hall, his ear perking up to listen for her. He snapped at several of the 'mooks', pushing his head through the door and entering the room. Upstairs, it looked like Terrance had confronted the ring leader so he immediately started to seek the woman out in the single room.

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

"Honestly, Surprised to see me right?" Ken said with a cheeky grin. Something that he barely had when he was around anyone else. He was usually angry, or worst off if anyone remembers really grumpy. However, his smile which was so wild it can almost be called Cheshire esque. Was quite startling, "You know I really didn't think you'd have the courage to come after me...I actually set special precautions for when you didn't." He continued.

"But sir, Why?" Asked Terrance simply. The Eyes of Terrance were wide from under the Helmet that still encased his head. Ken said nothing and stared at the male with the same cold, green hues that he had when they passed each other. "I can't say much, however I can say that devastation is abound in your life, You should've came alone as I asked." He stated. Suddenly Terrance bolted away from him, he had to get to his mother, immediately.

When he made his way downstairs he found the dragon already setting himself to be ready to lock the door. "WAIT STOP, THE DOOR IS..!!!" He yelled. He just caught up with the dragon when he slammed his way through the door. Suddenly the trap activated.

The boys were rocked with a giant explosion, The room was rigged to explode once the door was penetrated. The pressure from the explosion was just enough to smash through the walls of the building as well, which only remained standing due to the various support beams that survived, the explosion. The only thing that remained was the flame that began to engulf the room, and spread into the hall

It was too late.

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

Alki felt the heat first, then blew back away form the door from the explosion, hitting the walls of the hallway. He stayed down, stunned and startled by the explosion. What bothered him more was the smell of cooking meat...human flesh. It was an unmistakable smell. An unimaginable wave of guilt hit him as he pushed himself to get up, the flames lapping at his scales but he felt nothing. He stopped at the sight of a corpse, his ears flattening back. He had heard Terrance...but he was from a back country kingdom. Explosives were not commonly used. He lowered his head, looking back out to the rest of the building. Though, he would do what he could to retrieve the mother, lowering his head, taking her body into his maw and trotting out of the building as quickly as he could to get out of the flames.

He didn't want to see what happened to Terrance. He couldn't face the kid in the suit.

Outside, he lowered his head, setting the body down but coiling around it to keep people away from it.