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

[Trexasle]

Name: Leontias Métaliene

Once the lighting had struck the building Leon slowly began to remember what exactly those neon lights were. Electrical lights if you will, be bounching off said lights they let the neon lighting of the sing explode and a strange confetti of fireworks like explosions. Leon of course was able to take the brunt of it, the electricity merely powering his body, and while it left a few scabs it would certainly be useful to him in the long run. He stared at Onyx, gluped and turned toward her. He could still sense the presence of the Dragon. The orange like aura that the reptile creature had carried, he was still behind the bland stone building, which meant that unless Leon and Onyx found a way to stop it…

“Onyx I think we’re in serious trouble here.”

Almost as if it was timed to perfection, the dragon had popped his head from behind the building, a roar escaped his lips, causing Leon to stare at the dragon in some sort of shocked splendor. Even with his hands gripped tight around his axe’s neck, he found himself slightly scared of what he had possibly pissed off. His hands trembled and his legs quivered, He needed to fine a way to soothe this dragon or both he and Onyx would both be dead thieves. His thoughts were interrupted when a long stream of fire had spewed toward them. Leon had to think quickly His right hand floating near his axe’s pick ups again, he strummed one and stomped on the ground, a giant abcess of gravel shot up toward the sky forming a small hill of gravel, enough to cover both him and Onyx.

He gently grabbed Onyx’s arm and hid behind said gravel hill, the fire scorching the gravel that had been covering their hides, and only left them with few pounds of soot on their clothes and body. The Bard coughed, the chalkly soot had managed to get into his nose a bit and cause him to negatively be affected by it, It wasn’t much of a problem. However, the dragon that was still ready to attack at a minute notice was. He stared at his raven haired partner, and blinked. “I’m going to guess that you have no clue on what to do next?”

[onyx2047]

Trexasle

Crystalloid

Location: Red Light District ~ Ensemble: Hard Candy


Grabbed and shielded onyx covered her head with one arm, black bag in the other. When Leon asked whether she had any plans...oh the look on her face. MURDER. Imagine a fire breathing T-rex with wings running at you, you smash it with lightening and then ask: what do we do!?
Onyx was the damn human...er...ish-here. She shook her head like: you son-of-a-b***h.

What could they do? The dragon obviously took the strike as an attack. Onyx had no intention of killing the thing but at the same time she wasn't skilled in properly evadiing beasts on this sort of scale. So the dragon was probably smaller than a T-rex but to Onyx it bloody well might as well have been. Something had to be done or else this dragon just might burn Durem down before she did.

She didn't have any of her funky bombs on her. Wasn't like she could know ahead of time that she'd need something that extreme. Run and it will chase you, destroy everything in its path. Innocent people might die. Unacceptable to onyx. Stay and fight it and it could die. Undesirable to onyx. ********. She just wanted to go shopping damn it. With a growl she opened her bag and pulled from it two weapons. One was a blade augmented with ice. It was beautiful. It looked like a chunk of quartz and it was moderately powerful it its abilities. Understand that a woman as old as she was and given her trade would have come across many marvelous things. Her immortality didn't give her any offensive abilities. She needed to compensate by obtaining augmented weapondry, armor, and jewelry, etc.

The other weapon was a whip, unique for it contained a parasidic demon within. She had one plan only and if it failed...well they'd be screwed. Kicking off her shoes she took a few deep breaths at the level of craziness she was about to perform.

"It's airborne and we're at a disadvantage. I need you to bring it down. I need you to shock it enough to get it to land on the ground or crash it somehow. Once on the ground...I think I can handle the rest." she told him. They'd never make it running from it.

"unless...we dip" her eye spotted a manhole.
"hit it with electricity and let's make for the sewers? That's my best idea for an defensive move man. It's either that or we fight but we're running out of time" she quickly told him. One plan had turned into two.

[Trexasle]

Name: Leontias Métaliene

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Grabbed and shielded onyx covered her head with one arm, black bag in the other. When Leon asked whether she had any plans...oh the look on her face. MURDER.

Leon blinked once he got a good look at Onyx’s murderous face, her eyes were red, her cheeks were puffed up in the strangest of cute ways, and nose slightly wrinkled when she did so. Leon himself scoffed, slammed the back of his head into the wall of the gravel mountain and groaned. “What? You actually know what this thing is, I would ASSUME you know how to kill it!” Again, it was pressure mostly, combined with the fact that he and fire were never good friends, not since the ‘Massacre’. Leon lifted his left hand to his left cheek and caressed the burn marks that shrounded the otherwise untouched face of the alien, his tribal scars notwithstanding. Leon took the time to readjust his grip on his guitar. Think of the next magic skill he could cast.

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“I need you to bring it down."

Leon blinked for a second taking her request in, they had to take the creature down, it possibly hadn’t thrown that far off from the ground and was still on edge with the building. Maybe he could find a logical way to shoot the creature down. Leon took the time to see what Onyx was packing and whistled, he tiled his head to the side and relaxed his posture, significantly surprised of the new toys she had to play with. “Well somebody has been shopping around again, Spending our crew funds in one place, I am appalled.” A Chuckle escaped his lips, this is what he does best lighten the mood, or at least attempt to. Today Leon wasn’t exactly sure if that would work. The Alien prepped himself on the wall of the gravel mountain looked to the right of him, and proceeded to shimmy to the edge of the gravel, his hands gently gliding through the near melted rock fragments. He then peeked from behind the mountain of black rock and proceeded to observe the dragon.

This ‘dragon’ as Onyx called it, seemed to be a very scaly creature, which would mean it had a touch hide. That didn’t surprise Leon that his electric strike missed, especially with the dragon’s Manueverability. What worried Leon more is that the gravel that made up their cover would not be comparable for long, and they would have move quickly out of their hiding spot and attack. Taking a few more minutes to absorb the look of the dragon Leon noticed the dragon’s stomach, the fac that unlike the rest of the Dragon’s body, the stomach was not well scaled, A weak spot perhaps? Well it was certainly worth a try. “I don’t think running away from this creature is going to do us any good, we’re going to have to stun it, or take it down before anything happens, Aim for his stomach, It seems soft than it’s scales, if you have ANYTHING Long range, I would certainly love the back up.”

At those words he jumped out of cover, his eyes locked onto the circling dragon that had decided to wait for it’s prey, stalking them, knowing that it had them trapped, a strange smile grew on the alien’s face, a laugh even managing to escape his lips. His mind took the dragon as a personification of something else. A Black shadowed creature, a behemoth Aarin’s army seemed to have called it. A Giant winged darkbreed shaped almost like a firebird. It was loud and had a loving penchant for dark fire, something that this dragon was errily too similar to. For this moment, he was back at the massacre, back on the battlefield, and he was going to make things right.

The bard, began to strum quickly, quick shots of electricity, springing from the headstock of the guitar shaped axe, and toward the dragon. It was mostly to get the creatures attention. If the dragon was going to face anyone, it was going to be him. "GO NOW, MOVE!" He barked at Onyx, No, it wasn't Onyx. Onyx had flowing black hair, and a voluptuous frame. Who he was actually talking to were his fellow privates. Just as scared as he was, hiding behind the ditch that had dug up just to keep alive.One of his men, Quite the Young lad, a nice set of blonde hair a lowly private, just became part of the milita a few days ago was now sitting behind this damned ditch holding the body of a bleeding out ally. The Near dying soldier burned to a near crisp, soot covered from head to toe, struggled to breathe through the smoke, and the blood spewing from his mouth. They couldn't just stand, they had to fight, for their lives if necessary. At least, that's what the commander told them, before he was toasted alive and left to die next to the new meat private.

[onyx2047]

Location: Red Light District ~ Ensemble: Hard Candy


“Well somebody has been shopping around again, Spending our crew funds in one place, I am appalled.”

Oni had chuckled at the joke. He knew full well that these toys were hers. The woman carried them but worked hard to not have to use them much.

What was he on about? His electricity WAS the long range attack! He was learning fast though. Pointing out the beasts belly oni smiled at him and nodded.

"just don't kill it. It's rare." she said quickly before he had darted off. She watched and waited for the opportuned moment to aid him.

[Fiend The Bunny]

Trexasle

Crystalloid

onyx2047

arrow Red Light District - Officer Kearney

Officer Kearney's radio suddenly cracked to life, a calm and smooth female voice breaking his silence. All nearby units, we have a 10-48 involving a pair of humanoids and what appears to be a dragon, approach with caution." James leaned into the radio set against his shoulder, pressing the button with his thumb and speaking gently but clearly into it. "Officer Kearney responding." Officer Kearney had seen the dragon take flight but moments later, as well as the brilliant neon lights and electrical energy crashing.

Kearney burst into a full sprint, drawing his silver sidearm as he did and keeping it low and held with both hands. As he burst from an alley leading toward the targets his eyes were met with a female, pleading her ally not to kill the beast for being rare. Officer Kearney raised his gun, placing it dead chest level on the woman before speaking smoothly but with authority. "Gaian Police, hands up and on your knees! NOW! Dragon, land in the street and pacify yourself! I will not ask twice!" His voice boomed, well beyond what it should have been capable of as if being sourced through a megaphone. A clever trick the Officer had picked up to, ordinarily, speak to crowds over noise. It was a simple trick using his radio to boost his voice, nothing quite magical, but the intent was to reach the Dragon, the man, and the woman all in one go.

Officer Kearney knew dragons were intelligent, knew it would understand his words. Would it respect his rule of law? Hard to say. If it didn't comply, he'd have to keep things contained till back up arrived. He doubted his .45 could take down the beast if it got violent, he could only hope it would listen. All the while his eyes kept a close eye on the male, whom he assumed judging by his appearance was the man shooting magical attacks into the sky.

This was the issue with Gaians, they always forgot the law. They believed every situation was meant to be handled internally, but it was not the case! The rule of law was absolute, and Officer Kearney was ready to uphold it.

[onyx2047]

Fiend The King

Location: Red Light District ~ Ensemble: Hard Candy


Leon had already lunged forwards with his attack. He was gone. He was focused and that dragon wasn't going to give a s**t about a man with a gun. This put oni in a difficult position. With the enforcer interfering it was going to make her job harder now wasn't it. Her concern was for Leon now who was doing battle solo. The dragon had a belly full of fire as well, how long they would have to stand here and barter was bound to be very short.

Hooking her whip to her hip and placing her sword down on top of her bag. She held both hands up as the man made his demand. Onyx got down on her knees. To this man onyx would appear to be a human, a woman. The only give away would be her eyes but they could be contacts. All the kids were wearing them these days.

"Listen, sir...I am sure that you are a hero but that gun is going to do nothing against that dragon. You understand the bond between commrades yeah? That guy who's about to get his a** handed to him, he's mine. I need you to let me help him." she said with her feminine but slightly husked tone of voice. She waited for him to get closer to her.

It wasn't that onyx believed she was above the law. But it's kind of hard to run into the arms of the law enforcement when your staring a dragon down, surprise attack and about to become an appetizer. It was true, she didn't care much for the law but she had always entertained them as much as she had to. She didn't want them poking their noses in her business and as far as she could see...she hadn't committed any crime here. Yet.

[Crystalloid]

Fiend The King

Trexasle

onyx2047

Red Light District:

His shower of flame was met with a wall of gravel, and he had disengaged shortly after the mutterings of the two humanoids had begun. He just listened--listened as a vulture did before it was sure its prey was dead. A dragon of sentience, he was certainly capable of understanding what it was the man, the woman, and now the officer might have wanted. And normally he would have complied--and been a gentleman about it, too--but for the moment, he had regressed too far back into the safety of his savage, beastly roots to care.

So it was that Smokey did not pacify himself as he was demanded. How could he, when the silly man that had provoked him in the first place was at it again? The shots came again; he smoothly barrel rolled to avoid them, which was hopefully enough to get most of his hulking mass out of the way. Scarlet optics flitted between the man with the guitar to the officer with a megaphone, but swiftly disregarded the officer for the time being. Addressing the more immediate threat, he growled a sort of warning of his own before climbing slightly higher with a few wing flaps. Following this, he would begin a barrage of fireballs the size of beach balls, all of them meant to scorch the street below.

(( Apologies for the rather late reply. =P ))

[onyx2047]

(Post order? King, trex, me crystal? Sound good? )

[Fiend The Bunny]

(Trex, Me, You, Crystal is probably better because Trex is the only one not to reply yet.)

[onyx2047]

( Lol kk I'm good for it. Sorry trex xD. Your post! )

[Trexasle]

Name: Leontias Métaliene

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"Gaian Police, hands up and on your knees! NOW! Dragon, land in the street and pacify yourself! I will not ask twice!"

That was officer Kearney had said to Leon once his attack missed the barrel rolling dragon, and in any other situation he would stop to listen to the officer. As a man of the law once himself, he had a lot of reason to listen to an officer of any caliber. However, Leon was still lost in his reexperience back to his Malmosi prime. Instead of hearing Officer Kearney asking for restraint, he heard was his commander, barking him to attack to take this darkbreed creature down immediately. The darkbreed being the dragon that were attacking him, Onyx, and now the police officer, who he believed was his commander. “Yes Sir!” The alien spoke with a stern voice and a salute. It would give off the illusion that he was trying to listen to the officer, only for Leon to completely ignore him and run away from the officer attempting to restrain him, instead he focused on what he thought to be a darkspawn creature, still attacking those that were his allies. He was told not to kill the creature, only to subdue it, something that he was pretty sure would be impossible if it kept attacking at this rate.

It was safe to say that Leon was not in any state of mind to continue fighting. However, he proceeded to do so anyway.

The creature had suddenly reverted back to the attack. It’s roar instantly lit back up Leon’s fire, was this supposed to be a warning from the creature? HA, PFC Leon laughed at the filthy creatures feeble attempt at trying to scare him. It had harmed his allies, and he’d be damned if he just let this thing go. The Darkbreed began to fly into the sky, and shoot small fireballs from his mouth, because of the steady movement of the dragon, it usually meant that the fireballs, unless the dragons head was turning, was possibly going into the same place, With a few variations due to the way flying works. Regardless it would never vary much to the first impact zone. Taking this into account, it didn’t take Leon that long to simply run away from the impact area of the fireballs, letting them scorch the impact area, and completely destroy the mountain of gravel that they were previously hiding behind from the sheer impact of multiple fireballs.

Instead of leaving his comrades behind however, He sprinted toward them after moving away from the fireballs, and tackled them down to the ground, mostly to get them out of the way of the impact zone. He lifted his head at Onyx and Officer Kearney and one could see the problems Immediately, his one pupil was dilated, his lips quivering, hands shaking, and possibly the blankest stare that they’d ever seen. It was safe to say that Whatever Leon was thinking about, certainly wasn’t ANYTHING pertaining to what was ACTUALLY going on.

[Paidi tou Selini]

Elliterate

Damnatus

Sins of an Angel

arrow Red Light District

It was happening again. The telltale distortions; the feeling of nausea; supernatural senses were not required to see when that strange man was using his power. Everything that awful unreality touched became... changed. He had already shown her the barest of glimpses into that terrible realm, and the forces he fought against simply for accessing the smallest of its secrets, and already she felt as if the taint could never be purged from her soul. Of all the evils that she had been created with, forced to endure, and even on occasion enjoyed, there was nothing so wrong as what that man did.

Still, the tension was building. She was not going to get a better chance than this. Turning back the way she came, the little Blood Mage ran for it. She had to pass by another heated engagement on her way (perhaps a bit more literally than she might have cared for... were they... seriously fighting a dragon in the middle of a city?), but they were out in the middle of the street so if she kept to the side the illusion still surrounding her should allow her to, as the name of the ritual suggested, pass by without being noticed. At least by sight. Thankfully the dragon seemed a little too preoccupied to care about a random new scent, despite how tantalizingly magical it may have been.

It wasn't until she had slipped away into another small, abandoned alley that she realized her error. Despite how serious the altercation between those three had seemed, she could still feel the vampire nearby. In hindsight it was hardly surprising. Damnatus had been in the middle of telling it to bugger off, and pursuing an exotic anomaly was, by any perspective, far more appealing than facing the wrath of the Warp. To make matters worse, another much-too-hasty turn had her staring down the imposing wall of a dead end. The Pass Unseen ritual could protect her against sight, but between veins that coursed with blood more pure than a concentrated thousand humans and a sanguine aura that turned the night's most prestigious hunters into prey... well, sight was not needed for Selini to appear a blazing beacon in the night sky. With no escape the little blood mage turned to face her hunter, lifting her dress to unveil a small, elegantly curved ritual dagger which she proceeded to wield with natural ease. As if the puny, incredibly sharp silver blade could do anything against the superior attributes of an undead assailant. Except that anyone who had seen her fight before would know that the knife was rarely intended for use upon an opponent.

[04 Spriggan]

Vintrict

[Chinatown - Some Bar]

Hui Xia was tapped on the shoulder.

Wait, no, that's not what happened at all, because the leader of a posse had the luxury of his posse keeping random people, men and women alike, from simply sauntering up to the posse leader. Would they let her get near enough to grab a pool cue from the stand and take a place at the opposite side of the table? She was aware of the number of people around, and if any of them reached for their weapons in warning. To her credit, the lady wouldn't make sudden moves.

Of course, it was just as likely as one or all of them stopped them, a humanoid wall to keep her from getting near. Her first word to him, or his crew, would be the same no matter how close to this pool player she was allowed to get.

"I'm hungry. Make me unhungry?"

[Vintrict]

04 Spriggan

Vintrict

[Chinatown - Some Bar]

Hui Xia was tapped on the shoulder.

Wait, no, that's not what happened at all, because the leader of a posse had the luxury of his posse keeping random people, men and women alike, from simply sauntering up to the posse leader. Would they let her get near enough to grab a pool cue from the stand and take a place at the opposite side of the table? She was aware of the number of people around, and if any of them reached for their weapons in warning. To her credit, the lady wouldn't make sudden moves.

Of course, it was just as likely as one or all of them stopped them, a humanoid wall to keep her from getting near. Her first word to him, or his crew, would be the same no matter how close to this pool player she was allowed to get.

"I'm hungry. Make me unhungry?"

Surprisingly, she did get close to be able to do that. Although they were his posse, they weren't anything important to the point that they would have to watch out for Hui. He was his own man, as they were their own. When she walked up to them, they turned on her. Immediately, they were confused by the look of her eyes. They didn't look...normal. Maybe it was just contacts.

"What," said Hui in answer, accent speaking through his English. He looked to the other guys and just let up a laugh.

"If you're hungry, go over to the bar to get you something to eat. We're playing right now..."

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