The City of Durem - A GM Thread ♦ WALK-IN/OPEN

[Paidi tou Selini]

arrow The Red Light District

This was bad. Oh so very bad. Not the seedy district in which she found her current course of travel, no... she had been in these sorts of places before many times, her whole life spent serving men on the darker side of moral persuasions. And while she lacked the capacity to wield mana in any traditional sense, the Pass Unseen ritual worked particularly well with her brand of magic. No, what was bad was a more macrological, universal sense of self and self-preservation. The little Blood Mage had built her entire world around one man, and now he was gone. And not the dramatic 'died in the course of an intricate plot' gone. No, he had just up and vanished, breaking his one and only promise and abandoning her in what she perceived at the time to be her greatest hour of need. Though a timely intervention from a very unexpected source gave her a moment of respite, her situation was certainly no less dire; her world no less shattered. For weeks since parting with that bizarre pair the force of disbelief had driven her, but every place she searched, every contact she pulled, came up nothing but the tail end of a ghost. Memories so close as to flirt with madness. Disbelief eventually turned to despair, and in the excruciating jaws of desperation the spark of terrible innovation could always be found. Yes, the man she had once called "master" may not have been there to save her... but someone had been. A terrible, twisted, frightening man she could not have even begun to imagine seeking out for asylum. Yet in one fell swoop he had proven himself both more capable and willing to protect her than the one man she trusted most in the world. That terrible power was exactly what made him such a frighteningly valid candidate.

Selini slipped through the waxing and waning crowds of main streets and back alleys with ease, the Pass Unseen ritual effectively diverting predatory eyes from the rather vulnerable looking, slender young female whose deep bronze skin glistened with growing perspiration from beneath a simple summer dress of the purest crimson. Her eyes shimmered a matching hue (the singlemost telltale indication that she was charged with the profane energy that permeated her insatiable aura, a brand of power that could only be called Blood Magic in its purest form), and normally pristine, wavy, raven black hair was mussed and tangled. Despite her determined pace, she looked very tired; harried even. If appearances were any indication, she had gotten little to no rest in at least a week, and very much seemed to expect none where she was going.

She turned one final corner down a less-traversed alley. Whether she had been following half-remembered directions or pure instinct suddenly became quite irrelevant. The first thing she noticed was that sickening presence she had recently come to know uncomfortably well, though she was a bit surprised to stumble upon him here of all places. It was a feeling almost like regret. Sure she had been deliberately seeking him out, but this... it was either too soon or in the wrong place. Not that anything about that man ever felt "right". The second thing, however, was a bit more surprising. While most magic users had a handful of supernatural senses to pull from in the aid of casting advanced spells and defending against them in turn, the little Blood Mage had but one. Her aura caught the scent of kinship, however muddied and impure the source might be, and reached out with a strong non-physical "pull" in an effort to devour all traces of blood magic nearby. It could never devour the essence of a living (or unliving, as the case may be) entity without assistance, but the "pull" as it consumed the residual energy radiating naturally off every living (or unliving) thing would be unmistakable to both parties. Judging by the spectacle unfolding before her, this one was especially unmistakable. Vampire. To say that she had a history with the undead abominations would be the biggest understatement of the century. To say that that history ended well for any of them would be the biggest lie thereof.

Of course, those weren't the only reasons she quickly ducked back around the corner and pressed herself against the wall, trying to shrink as passive and insignificant as possible, but they were certainly the important ones.

[04 Spriggan]

CoralSniper

The problem with being in the Noble's District and enforcing an air that says "I'm just one of you" is that to do something like request food would shatter the illusion she had always worked hard to maintain. Now, she wasn't above sneaking about and literally hunting down her own meal, but it was always wiser to not stand out when you were out of your own area. To be sure, this was quite a way from Sorrow's Keep or [location name withheld] both geographically and culturally. No, if she wanted to preserve the coin she was saving for other things, and if she wanted to see about getting someone else to pay for her meal as compensation for her company, then she'd have to go to a place where people were much more casual, and more likely to reward companionship.

By the time she changed into a black dress that was much more presentable and changed locales on foot, her mood had visibly dropped. The young woman wasn't angry, but the long line her mouth made across her face told of her displeasure. The pidgeons must've all put out a massive text and warned each other that she was coming, because she couldn't even find one of those flying rats dumb enough to wander near her.

arrow Chinatown

She'd settle for someone having caught one for her, and as she moved into one of many bars and cafes on the street, she'd settle for someone else buying it for her too. Someone with a gun... that guy's gotta be interesting, to openly brandish his weapon like that. Seems the kind of guy that meets the ladies at bars and doesn't afraid of anything, she figured. And so, our heroine moved into the seat on the gunner's left and leaned forward, ready to strike up a conversation, before she blinked.

"You're a female."

Smooth~

[Trexasle]

Name: Leontias Métaliene

Location: Red Light District

Leon had managed to push his pursuers far enough away so that they were finally out of his sight. IT seemed that he was finally far away from his pursuers, that he could enjoy the town itself. Sadly, it didn’t seem like there was much to enjoy. The Red Light District, as it was called, was very vibrant, lights strewn everywhere, bars and casino’s placed very haphazardly on the block, This place was either a high life for the rich, Or a perfect place for the corrupt to get together and have themselves a gay old time. Both seemed like they were completely likely, and both didn’t really suit Leon as much as he would like. If he could just check into a hotel and rest, that would be just dandy.

However, it seemed that his body was not having that.

The alien prepped himself on the walls of a nearby building. It wasn’t the best of building either, it seemed condemned almost and was hanging right in the middle of an alleyway, which stunk of blood. He didn’t have the energy to do much about that in terms of investigation though. His legs were shaking his chest heaving rapidly up and down, and his vision was becoming blurry, and his skin, normally a bronze or caramel color, was starting to lose it’s luster and fall deeper into a brownish gray tint. Was he out of energy? Possibly, he had not recharged before deciding to storm into the bandit den to grab his part, and he wasted a lot of energy creating a Sonic boom strong enough to knock them back. Leon unstrapped the steel colored guitar from his back again, and slammed the blade of the axe shaped instrument into the ground, the steel colored axe edge being used as a way to balance the worn man’s tired body, whist he attempted to regain his breath.

His eyes wandered trying to find the best source for which he could recharge. A Car? Absolutely not, it didn’t nearly have enough energy to give him. His eyes wandered the streets again. A Lightpost, something that was directly connected to the city’s power grid, A Perfect Candidate. The bard Hobbled toward the lamppost, he began to wheeze, cough, vision had begun to tunnel, and he was starting to lose balance on the way to the lamp post. He swore he had seen somebody, a young lass, looking into the alleyway, that he had assumed something was wrong in. While he wanted to be a bit more inquisitive about the happening of said alleyway, he had to recharge his energy before he decided to do much about anything. It took him a while, but he had finally reached the lamppost, and touched it. It was cold, not a surprise, metal constructs aren’t usually something that have any sort of warmth to them, but he could definitely feel the electricity flowing through the cords from underneath, powering the light bulb that had illuminated his features.

Suddenly, the electrical current was not only visible but was shown being directly transferred into his body. It shaped like lightning surround the arm of the weakened male, the electrical current searing through parts of his jacket, and onto his skin, ripping pieces of both of them off, smoke billowed from the hand, the scent of burning flesh accompanying the sudden decision to electrocute itself.

[Damnatus]

Red Light District

In the sight of such open, inhuman horror, most would balk; some would cower and even flee, their instincts railing against any thoughts contrary to perseverance and safety. Facing down a gore-slicked beast who would love nothing more than to wrap her myriad teeth around your throat took very particular individuals. The most common were the courageous; person dedicated to a cause, whether it was to protect something they held dear, or out of hate for those they hunted down. Hunters, knights, what have you - men and women who could plant their feat, know and understand their fears, but muster their bravery and fight through it. The others...there was no inherent fear deep within them. Their instinct, for whatever reason, had been changed - whether in the face of adversity, or some unfathomable event, their psyche had been irrevocably warped.

Such was the nature of the mad.

A spread of white tore across the horrible old man's face, his lips taking that once-frown and molding it into a full-out grin.

"Go around, you say? It is too late for such pleasantries; it seems the parasite has taken a liking to us."

Slowly, Damnatus' frame began to shift - his left arm at first, rolling outward at the shoulder. CRIKKRAKKRAK. The crunchy sound the popped joints made was amplified by the tight, odd acoustics of the thoroughfare, making it sound as though horses were trampling over dead branches. The practice was repeated for the left arm; the back soon followed, a curving of the spine that cascaded all the way up to his neck. Each pop was far too noisy for something as ordinary as this, and the way the man contorted...it'd leave little room to interpret as a gesture of intimidation, but something else entirely. As though something larger within him moved, straining bone and meat alike to accommodate more space inside.

"So many questions," Damnatus tutted condescendingly, shaking his head at what could have been a quaint school girl for all it mattered to the warp sorcerer, "yet they are all the incorrect ones. A pity, how short-sighted you immortal wretches can be." Leaving the vampire to ponder his cryptic ramblings, the elder languidly stretched his right arm out to his side, letting his crutch fall to the cobbled ground below with a series of clacks. In immediate response, the phenomena began to manifest. Gaudy, fluorescent neon lights, the only illumination to be found within the cramped way, began to hum loudly and flicker spasmodically. A wind blew in, but it was not the chill gale of winter - it was blazing, a charnel heat that carried with it the gagging stench of rotting flesh and fecal matter. The walls about began sweating dirty slime from the sudden blast of hot air; more disturbingly, they seemed to close in about them. The ponderous groans that filled the air seemed to only confirm such suspicions. A distortion haloed Damnatus' clawed right hand, neither exuding or taking in any light. The way space contorted around it, warping it with angles that should not have been, was literally painful to behold.

"The woman belongs to me." The statement was plain, unadorned with any hidden meanings or insults. It brooked no questioning, no negotiation. Damnatus' eyes narrowed dangerously, somehow both distant and piercing right into the vampire and her display of negative energy at the same time. "Begone. I will have no more of your prattle; leave and I will have no quarrel with you." It was at this time that Damnatus' intense focus allowed him to perceive something else - something far more important that this damnable leech. The warp sorcerer made no external display in his recognition of Selini's sudden appearance...or rather, her attempt at concealment. It was a powerful illusion, no doubt - he hadn't been keyed in on her arrival until just now, after all. Without the Witch's Sight, he knew that she'd have remained fully unknown to him. A nagging thought gripped him as he channeled the warp's might, though - what of that vampire? He recalled Selini's explanations of her blood and how it was sought by creatures and occultists drawn to such sanguine matters.

If she were to sense the Blood Child, what would come of it?

Info

Status: Fettered

Psyker Level: Delta

Warp Blast - [01/(03)]

[onyx2047]

Trexasle

Location: Red Light District ~ Ensemble: Hard Candy


That was when she happened to round a corner and down at the end of her path was an energy. An energy that she knew and frightened her, which is saying a lot because the woman didn't scare easy. There was of course good reason for it.

Onyx let out a sharp yelp of a groan as she recoiled hard, semi crashing into the side of the wall as she had attempted to hide behind it.
"Leon!?" she called with confusion and yet hope.
Even at this distance she could feel the intensity of that electricty, the one person that discovered her secret had been Leon. She was afraid to get too close to him and didn't proceed any closer. Stunting her kessen chu could mean big trouble in little china, know what I mean?

She wondered what Leon was doing here? She didn't expect to run into anyone she knew, least of all him. Now she was most curious.
"Leon, it's me...Onyx" she yelled out from behind a wall. She poked her head out.

[Vintrict]

[Chinatown - Some Bar]

Over at the pool table, about a group of four people were playing. They were all Chinese. Three of them wore black suits currently with the ties off and the collars unbuttoned to show their casual stance in wearing anything formal in this kind of environment. The one currently at the cue was the main guy, one could say, a fellow with some greased up hair. His yellow coat was settled on a chair, showing overall straps over a black shirt with an equally yellow tie. He held a cigar between his teeth, smoking it proudly as he set up his shot and sent the balls spreading across the table from the impact.

His name was Hui Xia. And this man, along with his posse, were triad.

[Crystalloid]

Trexasle

Noble's District:

When he was bored of rooftops, watching, and staying toasty, he at last made a move to get up--perhaps his first among many hours in meditative stasis. The scene had remained much the same as before with its gothic entanglement of tower and sky, and his disappointment settled in almost as quickly as the chill did. He snarled and almost didn't get up as if in some demonstration of defiance against his dull fate, but the shivers urged him to seek other, wamer, and tastier things. These days it was just getting harder to wake up with a fire in your belly, even if you were a dragon.

Yet that wasn't the only thing that was getting difficult, and this he discovered upon scouring the city for any morsel big enough to even be considered a dragon's morsel. The occasional trivial critter lined the alleyways, but it would not sate him. The delectable delights of ancient abandoned forests were unfortunately unavailable, even as he ventured away from aristocratic avenues and into an entirely different brand of wilderness, the Red Light District.

And wild it was, for he had spent no more than a few seconds of hovering in the area when a particularly electrifying burst of energy, and the scent of fried flesh, caught his attention. Smokey veered towards it, senses ablaze, and dipped lower until he was settled nicely on a rooftop adjacent to the bizarre scenario--which he could only squint at for the time being before determining whether his meal would be pre-cooked, or if it was a meal at all.

[Sins of an Angel]

arrow The Red Light District

Elliterate

"You're interesting" She said to him in a sing song voice, bloodstained fingers outstretched and pointing in his direction. Her gaze drifted over to Raien who was sneering in disgust, her eyes lit up and she smiled a killer's smile, "And you're succulent."

How wonderful. The vile creature of the night had no sense. She was either newly born and feeling quite full of herself, as many did who were too recently turned to know any better, or she from another part of this realm where no natural predators existed to threaten her rather simple life-after-death.

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"I think I like you."

Either way, her companion's poignant observation was unfortunately true.

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"Go around, you say? It is too late for such pleasantries; it seems the parasite has taken a liking to us."

"So I can tell..." She bristled, still looking on with a scowl at the blonde vampire whose hands and face were still slathered with the bright red life blood of the prostitute she had slaughtered rather sloppily. Disgusting creatures, vampires.

Did she mentioned she hated the undead?

As the foul creature laid on the charm, attempting to barter with Damnatus for her, Raien couldn't help but recoil in disgust and utter a biting retort over being sized up and ogled like a piece of meat. That wasn't too far from the truth either.

"No em toca, o li posarà a la tomba que tens d'ungles curtes el seu camí fora de!"**

(*Don't touch me, or I will put you back in the grave that you clawed your way out of.*)

It was hardly an idle threat, as a capable sorceress in her own right, Rai had the power to back it up. However, Damnatus was far more horrific to tangle with and certainly more dangerous than herself, not that she couldn't handle a simple minded creature like this with relative ease. Why get her hands dirty though, when her grim companion could take care of this nonsense that much quicker?

Even still, she took precaution by casting her arcane senses outward in order to touch the humming grid of power just under her feet. Durem was a nexus, rife with raw, arcane energies and though such power existed elsewhere, there was something about this city that acted as a conduit for individuals like them. She hoped she wouldn't have to step in, but readied herself just in case.

[Trexasle]

Name: Leontias Métaliene

Leon sighed in relief as the energy coursed through, and surround his body. The electrical current dancing around his form, which had recently returned back to it’s caramel brown shade, However, the ripped coat, and the seared arm both remained, the white scorch marks now trailed haphazardly to the brown marks that had already been added due to his previous burns. Burns were common when absorbing direct electricity. It wasn’t something that his people should be doing in such high dosage, but without a good place to eat, he had to resort himself to such dangerous tactics to keep themselves alive. The alien suddenly began to hear a voice, his eyes blinked, he originally thought it was the female that had been staring into the alleyway, but the source of the voice was familiar. Leon’s head snapped back around and toward the other wall and took in the sight, a Curvacious Asian female, raven black hair, wearing a oddly tight pair of leather pants and a black corset with lock top, which only seemed to accent her impressive breast area.

“Captain Onyx…”

His voice was stern and serious, lacking of the usual empathy and caring sound that the female was probably used to, but only for that moment. When he realized it was her, he reeled back to his normal way of speech. “It’s great to meet you lass, Though, what are you doing here?” The bard had placed his charred hand into his pocket, soot surrounded the pocket of the coat once he slid the hand in the brown longcoat. Leon placed a smile on his lips, his head tilted to the side, and strands of the white streak in his hair covering a side of his face, and with it parts of his mouth; A Perfect way to hide the fact that he was currently wincing in pain. There was no reason for other people to worry about his condition, especially when they had their own lives to deal with. Besides, people focusing on him would only get in the way of his objective, sort of like how it was happening now. “Well It’s been nice to see you but I have…to…”

Leon’s speech slowed down once his ears began to tingle. It was a crash of sorts, a landing possibly, Leon’s head turned toward the direction of the sound, a nearby building, brick design, with a bunch of Neon lights, possibly a run down motel. He wasn’t sure about the name, but he could guess that it had something to do with a dragon Because, the building had a nice billboard of a dragon on top of it.

….

…Wait a ******** minute, last time he checked, Human billboards were not capable of advanced Animatronics , at least not in the sense that it was practical, or so freely moving and staring at him like it did. Leon’s eyes went wide as he stared at the dragons eyes. His hands began to quake a bit, and gripped onto the neck/handle of his axe like guitar. The strings of the neck bending, creating a screeching sound which would’ve been heard quite easily by the dragon, and would probably agitate, but not harm it. Leon had no plans to be eaten by a dragon, nor did he have plans for Onyx to either.

“This ain’t my damn day…”

[onyx2047]

Trexasle

Crystalloid

Location: Red Light District ~ Ensemble: Hard Candy


"I ask you the same thing...me? Shopping. I came to find a rare ar-" she said coming out from behind the wall.

She stopped speaking. Her head turned to look up at what he had been looking at. She wanted to give him s**t for trying to dismiss her so quickly but her eye's caught it. The shape had been masked in odd shadow but the lights had reflected off of the dragons eye's. Like jewels. Onyx liked jewels...what tomb raider wouldn't. She didn't like the term pirate really anymore to describe the things she did.

"Don't call me Captain in public..." she scolded Leon in a low hiss. Her eye's had remained on the dragon. What now!? Onyx shifted the black bag on her shoulder. Normally you'd find the woman with her custom holster strapped to her back, little mobile house of horrors. However, she didn't think she'd be received well being in town and all so she opted for the black bag. Crouching down beside Leon she slowly opened her bag upon the ground and waited. She wasn't sure yet just which weapon she ought to grab, if any at all.

"Leon...what is a dragon...doing in these parts!?"
Onyx hadn't seen a dragon in a very, very long time. The last she did see of one...well...it was a delicate matter.

[Dark Eldar Helios]

arrow Merchant's District - Hidden Room

Helios cursed under his breath as he pressed his hands against a wall in front of him, pushing his hands flat against it as if trying to move the solid structure of the brick wall. He slowly shimmied down the wall, pressing hard every so often. "Where is it, where is it." He muttered to himself, clearly searching for something. After a few more feeble attempts an audible click emanated from the wall, a five foot portion of the wall depressing and then sliding away, revealing a small hidden room inside the wall.

Helios climbed into the room, and as he did the wall slammed behind him, lights firing inside the room to fill the nearly ten foot long room with light. The room was lined with strange, alien weaponry; a glass case stood at the far side of the room; roughly 6'5" feet in height. The case held a set of armor unlike anything else on Gaia Primus, the gloss black power armor stared at Helios with its hollow silver eyes, beckoning him. For now, Helios relented.

The shelf lining the retracting wall held what he was here for. Placing his raggedy bag down and stripping himself down to nothing. Helios inhaled sharply, reaching toward the wall and gripping a small glass eyeball, as his fingers wrapped around it began to glow, the glow spreading down Helios hand into his body. As it slowly enveloped him his form changed, his limbs stretched and warped painfully; skin stretching to match and becoming more and more pale as his form increased in size.

His body weight increased, his ribs suddenly hidden under a powerful layer of muscle. Even his hair warped, from a mid length brown to long platinum blonde, almost silver, nearly falling to his a** in length. His mind fought the urge to scream as his body absorbed the energy from the soul trap, warping his form so drastically whatever Helios once resembled he no longer did. Pointed ears, 6'5" with high cheeks bones and an almost unnatural but distinctly beautiful proportioned body.

The purple eyes remained, the only hint of what Helios had hidden himself as for so long. Helios was not homeless, Helios was not even human. The Dark Eldar released his grip on the soul trap, and the glow faded quickly as it arrived. His long fingered hands drifted to his chin, cracking his neck in both directions as he released a relieved sigh. "Only so long can I pretend to be human." Helios stalked toward his armor, his gait stumbling as he tried to once more get used to his original body. Helios had trapped his soul in a soul trap upon arriving in Gaia Primus, hiding it from The Thirst and having a Homunculus body crafted to hide a small portion of the soul he didn't trap. This had allowed him years to understand this world, twenty one of them to be exact, and never once had any single person offered him a chance at freedom from the shackles of poverty.

None but the female creature known as Onyx, this was not something Helios enjoyed. For Helios was a Dark Eldar, and kindness was not something they were known for. It was however a trigger, set in the Homunculus bodies mind. Helios had it implanted, trapping his memory to only be released once he was offered an escape from the shackles of poverty. His mind awoken, Helios opened the armor case in front of him.

He slowly strapped the armor to his body, the power armor locking tight around his form and granting protection beyond what most traditional armor was capable of, it was no Space Marine armor; but it was close. The armor donned he exhaled into his helmet, grinning a bit. Finally awake, but once more subjected to The Thirst.

It was time to feed. He stalked once more toward the retracting wall, grabbing a gem encrusted skull. The soul trapped inside raced through his palm into his form, sating his Thirst nearly instantly. A Dark Eldar was not so different from a vampire, immortal as long as it fed and viciously powerful. What made a Dark Eldar different was what it fed on, souls.

With his thirst sated for now, Helios slide the door that was the wall open, ducking as he exited. The 6'5", lithe Dark Eldar stalked through the alleys, no weapons in hand. He was not freeing himself merely to destroy Durem, no, he had other plans.

[Crystalloid]

Trexasle

onyx2047

Red Light District:

When it seemed as though there had not, in fact, been a free meal for the devouring, Smokey's head sank into an ashen cloud as he sourly smoked his disappointment away. But not even his gray smokescreen could hide his crimson stare from the two that now held it so intently as they whispered low in secret comradery. He merely snorted. Smokey, if he could help it, was not particularly fond of the taste of humans. He did, however, adore attention and so remained regal, scaly, and stoic when his smoke dissipated to reveal his emerald brilliance again.

If the sleek woman and her eccentricly electric companion (whom Smokey most certainly knew not to be food, at this point) waited long enough, they might eventually discover the dragon's ruse as he basked in their intrigue. His spaded tail, overcome in a metronome trance, counted the beats and kept track of his trickery as it dangled and swung over the edge of the building: playful, taunting, daring. The great green beast would maintain an impassive reptilian expression, keeping his eyes curiously on his opponents.

[Trexasle]

Name: Leontias Métaliene

When Onyx corrected his comment about calling him captain, Leon responded with a sneer. He halfway closed his right eye and scoffed, showing part of his disdain for the thought. “Sorry, I've just gotten used to calling you that Miss Onyx.” His voice pitched in a prissy like manner, he even managed to shake his rear at her. It was rare almost to see Leon this agitated. Leon was, for the most part, a quiet guy with a penchant for joking and keeping to himself. He was never quite had the smartass humor of his captain, nor was he really prone to snappy comebacks. However, the sudden appearance of a dragon, along with desperately trying to get the part that was hiding under his longcoat to his broken down ship safe and sound were beginning to unleash a personality that he didn’t think was even possible.

“Dragon? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WOMAN?”

Yep, Leon had never quite seen something like this. Reptiles did not exist where he was from. The cold inhabitant of his planet didn’t really pave well to cold blooded reptiles and they were usually considered a rarity where he was from. So to see a giant reptile with wings suddenly ready to attack Onyx and himself; well, you could expect the alien to be a bit antsy about what the creature was about to do.

Once the dragon had begun to relax itself, Leon raised an eyebrow, and lifted the axe blade to his chest, akin to how a guitarist would set himself up to play his instrument. His hand hovered over the middle of the axe blade where the pickup laid. Leon locked eyes with the dragon, his eyebrows furrowed, lips formed into a neutral position. He took sight of the dragon observing exactly what it looked like. It seemed to be at peace for the most part, though it was still unsettling. The neon lights of the building it stood on, seemed to reflect a more sinister feel to the dragon, the fangs and the claws of the dragon becoming more prominent with the light. It made Leon uneasy, unhinged, and honestly, it wasn’t combining to be a very good thing.

Suddenly the dragon swungs it’s tail down the building, This movement alone suddenly had Leon react to it. Regardless if the dragon had meant anything by it, the Paranoid Leon was just not in the mood for swift motions like the dragon had just done. In a flash, he gripped the guitar’s neck, his hands forming around the contours of the strings. He strummed at a breakneck pace, his hands following suit dancing about the fretboard. The combination of this created a crushing solo, the energy from his guitar quickly shot out of the headstock, which was pointed at the dragon, and fired a viscious shots of electric crystals at the dragons, with the intent to cut through the scaly skin and hopefully scare it off.

[onyx2047]

Trexasle

Crystalloid

Location: Red Light District ~ Ensemble: Hard Candy


Onyx took a listen...there was no distant screaming. Why? There was a dragon in the ******** city! She assumed that maybe it was possible no one had seen it...maybe. She just couldn't get over the fact that it was sitting there, hunting, surveying them. The dragon was baiting them with it's very presence. Onyx was hooked. For starters dragon scales were worth big time dollars. So many people still paid top coin for scaled armor. It was easily enchantable and resiliant, never mind it's brilliant color. Dragon blood also fetched a high price as did their teeth. If this dragon wanted to attack...mere metal wasn't going to work.

Now onyx wasn't a magical being. She wasn't a witch, she couldn't fly, float, shoot fire from her finger tips (unless sent into phoenix mode which was random and uncontrolled) nor was she invisible. She was however immortal despite her being a special human. How? Well...she wasn't born immortal but made that way. What did that mean? It meant that she could heal very rapidly and could endure. Onyx couldn't say she killed a dragon before. She had always been about preserving their race. However, if one wanted to do battle or try to make a meal out of her, it wasn't happening without oni raising hell for it. This city would burn before she let herself be eaten.

If it wanted her then maybe she wanted it too. She had not retracted a weapon yet. It was her way of trying to show no aggression. What did it want? Did it want to eat them? Was it sent by someone to keep tabs on either Leon or herself? She wasn't sure.

"Leon...let's try and back out of this side street and get back to the main road." she said to him in suggestion.

Too late. The dragons tail unfurrowed suddenly spooking Leon who then made an attack.
"oh s**t..." she gawked wide eye'd. A draw, intake of air proceeded that as she froze and held her breath a moment.

[Crystalloid]

onyx2047

Trexasle

Red Light District:

Smokey was arrogant and had been having his fun double-daring the two into some sort of incident, but his pride inhibited his judgment and he miscalculated severely, having forgotten that humanoids were not the same as humans. By the time the overgrown lizard realized an attack was in progress, it was very nearly upon him already.

It was at this time that the mismatched neon lights on the otherwise bland brick building suddenly chose this time to buzz incessantly and give out, the rooftop now obscured by shadow as the distance between the electric shots and the dragon was rapidly closing. But the neon lights would sputter to life a few times more in the frantic manner of a stranded sailor sending a last-ditch message of Morse code, and a rapid-fire succession of neon-lit freeze frames followed. In the first split-second flicker of light, the dragon had already begun to scramble away. In the second terrible flash of neon, only his hindquarters and elongated tail could be seen retreating further back on the roof. One blink later and the projectiles must have been about to strike the roof.

The building was momentarily consumed in bright neon luminescence as the lights put on a brave final performance before taking a permament bow by way of explosive shattering. A satisfactory sizzle could be heard, though it was uncertain if it was merely the last groan of the neon bulbs or from the charred behind of a giant reptile. A brief pause began, a lapse consisting only of a few seconds until the devil-horned head of the beast abruptly stuck out from the edge of the roof wearing an ugly, feral expression and a horrendous, gasping roar broke the silence much like the poor, broken neon lights.

Vaulting off the roof toward the two, the enraged reptile spitefully spat a stream of fire in their direction, gliding into a circling maneuvor reminiscent of classic predatorial practices.

(( Sleepy; reply will come tomorrow. ))