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He turned himself back around, preparing for his second shot.


Not only her eyes, but her teeth, too! She looked like a sabretooth tiger, except totally not like one at all. In any event, she moved to on side of the table, to his right.... just out of some kind of respect thing, because she'd been swung at before, and he had a pool cue in hand, and she'd seen mobster movies and she didn't want to have to deal with a cue ball smashing into her head.

That hurt. =(

She also moved her lips and whispered, though he could hear it as if he were speaking up and clearly an inch from his ear.

"I'm saving my money to buy an autoharp. You're sharply dressed.. it can be your good deed of the day, and I won't tell your friends." She paused, and the next was asked in open air so all could hear.

"What's your name?"

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Her teeth did cause him to glance a little toward her as she stepped away before he returned to focusing on the task at hand. When the stick was struck, her whisper caused his shot to fluke, haphazardly scattering some of the balls, and causing the guys to laugh. He looked quickly over to the woman with shocked eyes, worrying how she was able to speak to him in whisper from such a distance. Then it hit him. He should have known.

"You're one of those metas, aren't you," he asked her, pointing a finger at her.

The boys were just as confused, looking between Hui and the strange woman.

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"You made your choice." Officer Kearney said somberly, turning his gun off Onyx and placing it dead center on Leon's form. Two shots, precise and to the chest fired off from the gun. The muzzle flash exploded outward, the bullets cutting through the air faster then the eye could have any hope of following. Somewhere between pulling the trigger and the bullets leaving the barrel they were effected by something, something clearly magical. The bullets flared to life in mid-air, electrical energy bursting off them and making it impossible to stop them with anything magnetic, the secondary effect?

They were supernatural stun rounds. The bullets which left the gun ripped through magical energy, and when striking a target sealed off the receptors in the body through a powerful magical aura, shutting down all magical properties a target had. If Leon was struck with these bullets, not only would he be shot, he'd find he had no powers to him. The shots wouldn't be fatal, but but they would be painful and physically incapacitating.

The Officer wasn't done though, not even close. His left hand drifted from the gun to a clip on his belt shortly after firing, grabbing a small round object out of a pouch. Closing his eyes he threw then the ball high into the air, shortly thereafter the small ball exploded in a flash of brilliant sound and light, shattering any attempt at hearing and viciously blinding anyone within a nearly six hundred foot radius. The massive flashbang was not like the standard issue you thought of, it pierced magical hearing and literally shutdown the effected systems, rather then simply hampering them.

The effected would be unable to hear until the magical flash bangs energy was shutdown by Officer Kearney himself. It didn't matter how powerful their magical eyes were, how big a dragon they were. None of it mattered, they wouldn't be able to see or hear. Officer Kearney then relayed his final message, not through voice but through mind. The magical officer didn't have many powers of his own, most were derived from his magical equipment, but he was a telekinetic.

"Down on your knees, hand behind your head. You are all under arrest, resist and I will switch to true lethal force. You don't want that."
The blaring of sirens filled the sky as backpack was less then a minute away. If they wanted to fight, they'd soon find themselves facing the entire Durem City Gaian Police Department.

It was a bad idea to resist.

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                    What a s**t cherade. On her knees already, hands up...the a** ignored her for starters. More imortantly her friend was tripping out, fireballs were raining down. Leon tackled both her and the officer down as a means to protect them. Then the officer shot Leon in the midst of all that chaos. What. The. Hell?

                    She hit the ground hard as Leon tackled them. She growled quickly grabbing her ice sword. The officer could shoot her. She had no magical capabilities...oni didn't deal in magick she dealt in chi.


                    Beach ball sized fireballs were sent down in random hordes, their graval shield or whatever you call it was degraded from the flying debris the fireballs had caused. It was chaos. Onyx could feel the heat despite having an affinity for fire. She had to do something. Onyx grabbed her ice sword. The minute her hand hit the hilt the sword flushed with her energy to which propelled it. The sword its self was augmented with ice capabilities to which onyx could tap into to "push". Rushing forwards she swung her blade in her right hand once, helicoptered above her head and then outwards in the direction of an impending fireball that threatened to singe them. A boomerang blast shot out connecting with the fireball. It exploded. Rain began to fall. She would do this to as many fireballs that she could at her distance.

                    CLINK- BANG, BANG

                    Onyx's head whipped to look behind her. Kearneys gun was pointed at Leon rather point blank. He shot him. Why!? Why would an officer of the law shoot anyone who had only been trying to defend themselves!?

                    "NOOOO!" she screamed as she ran forwards. She got to Leon in time to grab him up into her arms.


                    She had been so busy dealing with fighting fire with ice that she hadn't even noticed that Leon had been shot. The next thing she knew Kearney tossed up a magical flash bang grenade. A deafening sound, a blinding light bleached her eye's stinging them. She shut them. Onyx dropped her sword, tucked herself down and over Leons head to shield him from the light. She bent her head down into his chest and covered her right ear as best as she could. Onyx was pissed. He was making matters worse. There was a dragon upon them and their greatest long range weapon was shut down. Who was this asshat that thought he could single handedly take down a dragon with a gun!? What was that grenade too? The grenade stopped when Kearney told it to? Resistance? He was going to get a lot more than just resistance. At least if there hadn't been a fire breathing dragon upon them.

                    If they stayed and did battle with Kearney the dragon was going to get them. It could pull back and linger. If you thought onyx was going to let this guy taken Leon from her, manhandle them, you had another thing coming.
                    The variables were against them and onyx didn't need her eyes to see.

                    That flash bang emitted energy to which everything its light touched, was bouncing back energy waves. Onyx could see that when using her chi spark. She could see energy, auras, etc. She could see the outline of their surroundings even with her eyes closed. It was a simple sensory. Nothing magical about it. Onyx snatched up her sword, bag, and Leon. They quickly stumbled their way behind a car. Onyx was going for the manhole. She wanted underground, away from fireballs and Mr. Trigger happy. She ignored Kearney's words.

                    I hope that dragon eats him... she thought.
                    The dragon was now Kearneys problem. At least that was onyx's intention. She did leave him standing in the middle of the road with it. Slinking behind cars inching her way closer and closer onyx began to pant. Her long raven black hair like curtains on either side of her face was getting in the way and god damn those heels! She was cursing under her breath as the two she slugged along behind the cover of cars.
                    "C'mon soldier...don't give in now. Just a little further okay?" she said softly to Leon. She sympathized. Being shot hurt.
                    Reaching the manhole she pulled hard to drag it off to the side enough to let her slip down and into it. She replaced the cover and descended. Her intent was to make it back to her hotel in the market district. Problem was she wasn't too sure which way to go. Onyx would find her way. Resurfacing in the market district onyx kept to the shadows as best as she could. She'd enter the cloest store to her.

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Just as Smokey had made his own miscalculations, so too did others continue in his unfortunate precedent. The first was Leon, whose assumption on the trajectory of fireballs was grossly inaccurate, for the dragon was in fact keeping them quite scattered (but this would be of no matter upon considering the more current circumstances.) The second was the owner of the curiously magical scent slipping discreetly away; he had no clue as to why the scent was so enticing, but it certainly was worth investigating in due time. Sooner than you think!

Yet as soon as he could have delighted in the mistakes of others, he was right back where he started and left catching up to his own judgmental errors. The officer had helpfully fired a pair of shots at the other aggressor, but left no time for the dragon to exploit his efforts upon the release of the awful flashbang. By this time the beast had certainly ceased his fiery front and had wisely screwed his eyes shut, leaving only his ears at the mercy of the enchanted grenade. In a valiant defensive effort, he attempted to continue in the only direction he was sure of: up.

Tortured rasps escaped him despite the lack of capacity for anyone to hear them as his wings flapped wildly and without perceptional guidance. This was, of course, the moment when the telepathic message of the officer arrived like an inconveniently timed telegram--to which the dragon didn't bother mustering a response for. Redundancy, just like resistance, was futile. If he wanted to live long and prosper, he would continue retreating to the sky.

Except, he hadn't been ascending as he'd previously thought; quite the opposite. But perhaps in a fateful act of pity from whatever gods may have been laughing above, his horrible mistake of flying impaired would send him plummeting into a particular nearby alley. Because curiosity was a curious thing, and the nose knows.
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Blades chopped heavily at the air as a helicopter flew over Durem by night, the ground below illuminated by millions of lights across the city. One of them stood out more than the others though, as it was essentially a beacon. There was little doubt in the mind of the vampire on board that all kinds of monsters were already descending on its source.

"Sir, we're being redirected. Local authorities are locking down this airspace. Something to do with a... dragon I think they said!" One of the pilots announced as the helicopter started to turn away from its course. KB held up a hand patiently as he addressed the pair of men at the front of the vehicle.

"That's fine. Just bring us down low over one of those buildings there."
"What about the meeting?"
"I'll be there. Just take this inside and keep it secure." He indicated the briefcase beside him as the helicopter dipped. A moment later the side door was wrenched open causing the wind to howl around them, and then KB was falling to the parapet below. His undead flesh impacted the rooftop hard enough for a crunching sound to be heard, but he straightened to full height with an audible pop and crack lacking any signs of discomfort.

He breathed in the scent of the city unnecessarily, then clucked his tongue thoughtfully. Durem was an interesting place, but despite his business venture he wasn't particularly fond of it. It was known to house some considerable number of undead and that always meant a hassle. With that in mind he stepped off the roof and started to march down its supporting wall. The helicopter he'd formally occupied peeled off into the dark sky as he pushed off with a small jump. When he finally reached the street and strode in the direction of the familiar entity it was with one dominating thought: would blood Grapple sell?

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Convergence.

The word was a living thing within his mind, a mnemonic worm that writhed about his synapses, revealing the true nature of this dawning situation to him. His anger and paranoia began to increase exponentially with the mere thought of that damnable concept; outwardly, Damnatus' features contorted, pulling more taught, turning his visage into something that would be better associated with an entity from beyond. Such events were not alien to him; no, the warp sorcerer was far too inured to these occurrences. Power begot power; whether it was the pure, mutual draw that the strong possessed and were compelled by, or some incomprehensible metaphysical condition that led to such inevitability, it still led to that same, foregone conclusion.

Now that his will had been cast out, Damnatus could feel it all around him - the presences of others. Some were human, or close to it; others were immense beasts, aloft upon furious pinions. They were intellects of varying power and potency, all seeking this one, particular spot.

He knew why this was occurring. It was always their doing. It was always their doing. Puppet masters and their clever artifices. The Secuuti.

But he knew their game. Oh, he had been a pawn before, but no longer. Their pathetic scheming was of no use. These half-witted fools, these meager cat's paws, they were but dust in the wind.

He would reveal unto them their greatest of follies.

KR-KRAASH

That malign, alien power, already a sight to behold, coalesced even further; waves of distorted space burst outward from that horrible old man in a display of raw, psychic might, forcing the walls that surrounded him to buckle inward. Shattered bricks tumbled into the ruptured structures, falling in torrents, as though there had been no mortar to keep them secure in the first place. Raien, being behind Damnatus, would likely get knocked back from the force of it alone, any concentration she had mustered up almost assuredly shattered. Lights began to play in the sorcerer's face; whorls of purples and reds lighting his sockets and illuminating balefully past clenched, grinning teeth.

An utterly inhuman gaze beheld the dawning awareness within that parasitic fiend, her olfactories picking up the undeniable scent of the Blood Child. The negative emotions that constituted her core being flared up and shifted, changing into violent shades of pinks and reds - of uncontrolled hunger and desire. The b***h coveted what did not belong to her; what she would never possess.

Damnatus vowed he would remind the leech of this incontestable fact.

Elliterate

"Right, right." She said, clearly uninterested in the two before her now, "Well, you know it's been a blast but... I've got to dash. Something has... come up."


"I'm afraid that window hasss been closssed." The voice was a rasp, a wet hiss, as though something within the elder's throat had unraveled messily. When his right arm shuddered forward, the growing distortion clutched in his hand drew a kaleidoscopic blur in the air, bleeding colors together nauseatingly. As soon as the warp sorcerer's arm was flush with the vampire's form as it began to move, the Warp Blast was unleashed. A contained field of the Empyrean roiled outward, its velocity and acceleration exceeding the vampire's own monstrous speed. Loose objects, from pieces of paper to shattered bricks and even trash cans were picked up by the incoming energy and shredded, pulverized and warped by the chaotic, psychokinetic portion of the ritual. Even the empty spaces about the spell were pulled at and changed, giving a sense of vertigo to whoever witnessed such things.

The blast was large enough to catch the vampire while she remained in the alleyway, and if it did, it'd plow her not just into the awaiting wall of the t-intersection, but through it. A normal human would likely be pulped by the spell, but even the legendary sturdiness of the undying would find it difficult to withstand such power easily. Worse yet, there was a chance of her experiencing the true grasp of the devouring cosmos - the touch of Change. His very own frame was not immune to such inconstancy - the flesh beneath the sleeves of his right arm began to roil, as though it were made of liquid. Though it went unseen, the skin about his forearm split like a small, red ravine, tongues made of clicking bone and meat lolling forth and writhing madly.

A slow series of viscous chuckles echoed out from that horrible old man, in tune with the steps that now began to take him forward. The sound of liquid slipping and spattering to the alley stones beneath also filled the quiet after the din, though its immediate source would be unclear. Remnants of that wrathful display of the Immaterium began to manifest about the thoroughfare; ball lightning sparked and discharged, lancing up the side of the walls and illuminating everything in sporadic bursts.

Illuminating how the old man now began to leak blood from almost every orifice, creating a crimson trail as he approached the site of his destruction.



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Ah, but between the warp sorcerer and his destination there was an obstacle. A piece of debris knocked over by the fury of his magic, a simple metal trashcan dented in on one side. Completely unremarkable in every possible sense until it started to vomit all over the pavement. The steel container shuddered and spasmed as if were alive before spraying a viscous pink ooze with great force and a sound that was far too organic. Of course, when the warp came to town, strange s**t always happened. Puking trashcans probably wasn't that weird.

But maybe a man emerging from the retching metal would qualify as peculiar. As the waste receptacle began to spasm for another spew, a pair of hands emerged from within its bowels, clutched the edges of the bin and began to pull. A head was birthed next, covered in messy black hair that matted with more of that thick goo. With great effort, shoulders forced the can to open wide enough for their escape and then the rest of the body came tumbling out with another spray of salmon-colored goo. The man, now sprawled out across the alleyway began to push himself to his wobbly feet and shake off some of the amniotic fluid that clung to him like glue. He wore a priest's long coat over a plain black t-shirt, a pair of ancient faded blue jeans and hole ridden sneakers. From his neck gleamed dozens of symbols holy and sacred to religions across this world and many others. He wiped his face clean to reveal a pair of bright blue eyes with vertically slitted pupils. Beyond that? He was totally unremarkable.

Aside from the whole, six foot tall man emerging from a three foot tall trashcan thing. That was pretty remarkable. Regardless, the stranger turned once in place, looking from the warp sorcerer, his companion, the destruction and then back to the sorcerer. "Huh." Was the only sound to escape his lips before he turned towards the mouth of the alley and began to meander off at a lazy walk.

Not his ******** problem. He was going to walk his nasty a** to the nearest shower and use the hell out of it.

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"You're one of those metas, aren't you," he asked her, pointing a finger at her.

"Mmmmaybe~"

Unfortunately, there was no chair for her to occupy within arm's reach, so she couldn't simply slide into a chair and look superbly cool about it. Instead, she leaned on the pool table, her hands on the wooden edge and clear of the felt. If he (continued to) miss his shots, it wouldn't be because she was in the way.

"Why, do you have something against metas? Did a group of metas beat up your girlfriend or kill your family as part of your tragic back story? Did one bully you in school, and instead of fighting him with your fists, you beat him in an overly dramatic game of pool? That would be nice~"

It should be noted that she had a [Greek] accent, though it wasn't to the point where she was anything near unintelligible. It simply gave her a bit of a lilt in her words, which said nothing of how she tended to speak in sing-song [shown in the use of tildes]. That lilt typically made it hard for people who cared about that sort of thing to tell whether or not she was making fun of them.

Not that she minded.

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Though a skilled mage and sorceress in her own right, her knowledge and power extended only to the Arcane. Rai did not have any ability that allowed her a peek inside the grim man's head, but nor did she need any such thing to know that something had set him off. Something clicked, and not in any appropriate fashion that provided him with clarity and new knowledge of how to better handle a situation.

It was madness.

A frown wrought with worry immediately settled onto her features as she stood back, practically watching the gears in his addled mind spin uncontrollably at a breakneck pace, as if they could barely keep up as he rapidly strung together ideas, and theories with no real time to process anything completely. This, was nothing new to witness as Rai had seen it before today and though catching him in these moments had been rarer at first, the passage of time had started to change that.

Hence the reason for her worries.

She was only a second from stopping the paranoia stricken sorcerer from lashing out further, to try and convince him they ought to ignore the vampire's bold defiance and just forge through, back to the manor, but he quickly made his point-


KR-KRAASH


The outward expulsion of power was indeed enough to shake her center of gravity, sending her stumbling back and ultimately knocked off her feet completely. Such a flagrant disregard for not only her well being, but his anonymity and the backlash assured to follow after this display, suggested strongly that he wasn't thinking and acting on sheer impulse. More than a little frustrated, and concerned, Rai scrambled to her feet pausing only long enough to catch a glimpse of something a few feet away. The taint of the Empyrean had a profound effect on the world around them, but the seriousness of the current situation was momentarily alleviated by the humorous sight of a man being ejected from a nearby trash bin in a less than delightful fashion.

Elliterate
"Right, right." She said, clearly uninterested in the two before her now, "Well, you know it's been a blast but... I've got to dash. Something has... come up."


"Wait, what?" Focus reigned in again by the seemingly fearless vampire, Rai gaped at her in astonishment after pulling herself back to her feet. She was leaving? Just like that?

Something else had distracted her, given by the unseen pull on her aura and metaphysical desires. She didn't know whether to be grateful that the vile creature had found another, much more suitable meal - or

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"I'm afraid that window hasss been closssed."


This was getting out of hand. As much as she disliked the undead and had been bothered by the vampire's lack of reverence in the presence of a being that appeared to be significantly more powerful and dangerous, there was a line that did not need to be crossed and it was going to be difficult to stop the mad sorcerer once he truly lost himself to the unnecessary fury against a simple vampire.

Before Damnatus let loose another blast, Rai focused the energy she had gathered, utilizing her own magic to focus the arcane source inwardly in order to enhance her own physical capability. A shabby, rushed attempt - it still afforded her a minor increase in strength, which was all she really needed in order to grab the sorcerer's other arm once she caught up to him.

"Calma't! That's enough." She pulled, emphasizing the need to settle down and listen to reason. "They are not behind this - she's JUST a vampire. Bold. Stupid maybe, but little else. There's more important things to deal with."

Rai held a stern, serious gaze with just a hint of worry that could either be written off for maternal or considered honest concern for his (mainly mental) well-being. He knew and she knew that he was wasting energy and only setting himself up for a lengthy recovery that could be been easily avoided.

Was there something else besides confidence she could make him see reason? Maybe. Or maybe she just had a valid argument.

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"Mmmmaybe~"

Unfortunately, there was no chair for her to occupy within arm's reach, so she couldn't simply slide into a chair and look superbly cool about it. Instead, she leaned on the pool table, her hands on the wooden edge and clear of the felt. If he (continued to) miss his shots, it wouldn't be because she was in the way.

"Why, do you have something against metas? Did a group of metas beat up your girlfriend or kill your family as part of your tragic back story? Did one bully you in school, and instead of fighting him with your fists, you beat him in an overly dramatic game of pool? That would be nice~"

It should be noted that she had a [Greek] accent, though it wasn't to the point where she was anything near unintelligible. It simply gave her a bit of a lilt in her words, which said nothing of how she tended to speak in sing-song [shown in the use of tildes]. That lilt typically made it hard for people who cared about that sort of thing to tell whether or not she was making fun of them.

Not that she minded.

"Huuuh?"

He looked to his posse once more, as if they may help him understand her questions. He walked a bit in her direction, but never got close to her. He didn't know anything about her, and he didn't like the look of her features so far. He just hoped she wasn't one of them supposed vampires. They weren't properly equipped to handle such a thing at this present moment.

"I have nothing against metas," he answered sincerely, and with a tone of superiority. "I just don't like when they feel like they own the place just because they have little powers."

One of his friends were taking his turn at the pool table, so he could wait back for a moment to humor this woman with his attention. He rested the cue stick upright with his hands on the top of it.

"So what's your name, doll?"

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"So what's your name, doll?"

"Oh, no, there are good metas and bad metas. And by good or bad, I mean whether they're interesting people or a waste of space and time. Just like non-metas of any species or race. I find it... interesting... that you seem surprised that I might be one.~ Where are you from~?"

She touched her chest. "You can call me Toccata, but not 'doll.' Only 'Toccata~.' What's your name, and when's the next meal~?"
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Open up your dictionary and look up the Word of the Day: Convergence. Nothing more need be said.

KR-KRAASH

Damnatus had well and truly opened up a can of worms. And what worms did reside in that can...well, we shan't begin to describe.

The warp sorceror of all people must have known what doors his actions would open, and how difficult, once opened, they would be to close. The unleashed Warp Blast, however contained the Empyrean power might have been, had consequences far-reaching. Somewhere in the city lifted a head, senses flaring at the scent on unseen winds. And like a fly to s**t, it was drawn.

So yet another approached. What made this one so special, you ask? It radiated curiosity, to say the very least. Anything drawn to a scuffle in the streets, especially these streets, was more than likely wanting to get involved, for another. But thirdly, and more importantly (should they bother) the rapidly approaching presence was familiar to Damnatus and Raien, if only in passing.

But it carried the colours of betrayal about it's being like a shroud, and a two-part essence writhing beneath.

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"Oh, no, there are good metas and bad metas. And by good or bad, I mean whether they're interesting people or a waste of space and time. Just like non-metas of any species or race. I find it... interesting... that you seem surprised that I might be one.~ Where are you from~?"

She touched her chest. "You can call me Toccata, but not 'doll.' Only 'Toccata~.' What's your name, and when's the next meal~?"

There was something about her voice that he didn't like. Maybe he was still freaked out by her whisper feat on him. Her questions were fair, he supposed. Just another woman walking into a bar wanting to start a chat with some men, he figured. But he didn't understand her obsession with hunger since she came in. Was she looking to ride off them for food? If that's the game she was playing, he hoped she was prepared to return the favor.

"We are from Durem. Where else? And if you want to eat with us, you have to be willing to offer us something in exchange."

He said that in a that sly sort of way. Anyone with a sense of how things went around here could understand what he was asking from her. It could be taken at any intensity, but he was essentially asking her to hang out with them a little bit. To give them some company. And maybe get a meal of their own on the side. He was hardly hesitant to get a little one on one time with a meta. Still...that worry kept picking at the back of his mind.

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