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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:39 pm
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Being brought back to Remy and hearing Fang ask where Artie was, she shook her head. "I don't--..." She paused and concentrated, thinking about Artie hopefully loud enough to get his attention somehow. It seemed to work when he suddenly appeared at her side, fixing his jacket.
"What?" he projected to them, before getting the images of his mother's vision, his eyes widening at the sight. "..." He looked to Fang with a deathly serious look. "Get them out of here," he projected to her, talking about Cobra and Remy, "I'll get Damon." And with that, he disappeared.
Cobra looked to Fang, a worried expression on her face, a rare sight. Though with her still drunk, she wasn't entirely able to hide her emotions as panic set in.
Artie had appeared in the middle of the crowd, looking around quickly before using his telepathy to locate where Damon was. It didn't take long, and he vanished from his spot, appearing in front of Damon. "We have to go, this place is about to become hell on earth," he projected to him, not even caring if he was in the middle of something.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 10:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 10:32 pm
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Fang held onto Cobra to help her keep balance, "It's a public street party, they've spiked the drinks most likely, you know how cops are nowadays about drinking in public." She said. "Just rest here, i'm going back to help out Artie." She told them, giving a kiss to Cobra on her forehead, before one on Remy's cheek, and she vanished again, going off to find the others.
Damon was involved in a little...foreplay, i guess, with a young woman, teasing her just a bit, she wouldn't expect to lose blood tonight, not now. He was getting close to sinking his fangs into her neck when he felt a presense near him, and heard the voice in his brain. Artie, was it? Cobra's kid. He glanced at him before quickly sinking his fangs into his victim's neck, drinking hungrily, holding onto her tightly, he drank as much as he could before dropping her. He whiped his mouth and looked over at Artie as Fang appeared beside her godson. "Damon we've gotta get the hell out of here." She said. He nodded. "Alright, alright, what's going on? How bad can it possibly be?" And, as if on cue, screaming erupted in the croud as a smoke emmitted from a source she couldn't pinpoint, stinging their eyes, and filling the air. And then, as the chaos started, there was a flash, a small explosion, before flames erupted from somewhere off in the midst of the smoke, and then a larger one. Her ears started to ring, they were so sensetive, that sound was just...waaaaay too loud. She groaned, and coughed. "Hurry" She coughed as she started to move away from the chaos. |
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 10:45 pm
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Cobra held onto Fang up until she rushed off. She stood there, stepping off to Remy and hanging on to him now to keep her balance. She looked back towards the direction of the party.
Artie watched Damon pretty much blow him off for the moment to... indulge himself. A rare hiss escaped Artie out of anger before Fang came to his side, telling Damon they had to leave. He was about to answer when he heard screaming from the party, smoke coming out of seemingly no where. It stung his eyes too and he backed up, covering his eyes with his hands and starting to hiss again from the pain. He held his breath before reaching out and grabbing Damon, then Fang and vanishing from the spot, managing to keep himself together enough to pull them out of the immediate area before having a coughing fit, then rushing off.
Cobra had been watching the scene, and when she heard the screaming, she could feel her heart start to race. Artie and Fang weren't by her side yet, and it was starting. As explosions started, she instinctively turned around, her back towards the party and used her hands to pull her head down in cover, as debris went flying, some of it hitting her in the back as she dropped to the ground to try and avoid any more of it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:20 am
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Fang coughed as the smoke engulfed the area, only having slight releif when Artie brought them to a safer area. She looked arond, the smoke spreading farther as a few explosions still went off. The screaming continued, she turned and sped off to where she thought the two were, remy and cobra. She dropped down to the floor, coughing, squinting her eyes to try and see through the smoke as only some of it started to clear. "It's the MRD isn't it...?!" She managed to say, before slowly starting to pull herself up. There was a flash, and more smoke began to spread around the area, this smoke, different, she could tell when the first breathed it in. She gasped for air and started coughing up a fit, choking slightly, her throat burned, her eyes stung, her lungs ached. She tried to keep herself standing for this, but it proved very difficult. She grasped her throat, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to not breath in the painful smoke.
She reached out and grabbed the perso nearest to her, Cobra, and vanished in a sprint, which ended weakly as she dropped to the ground, at a farther distance away from the smoke.
Damon appeared by Remy, grabbing his shoulder before doing the same, and stopping by Fang nd Cobra, coughing, and choking quite a bit. He'd dealt with similar things before, but he wasn't immune, he could already guess that the second attack of smoke grenades were laced with vervain. He hunched over, holdingonto the nearest wall for support, trying to catch his breath. Fang was on the ground, hands and knees, trying to get through the pain. This was utter chaos, confusion, pain, they needed to get away as soon as possible. |
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:47 am
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Cobra felt something grab her, and the next thing she knew, she was even further from the chaos. She looked up to see Fang on the ground, struggling to breath and moved over to her just as Damon came with Remy, and Artie after him.
"..." Both Damon and Fang were choking on something. Cobra wasn't sure what it was yet because she'd kept her tongue safely in her mouth, but Fang looked to be in pain with it. She looked over to Artie though to see him holding up better, though not good either. He was gagging, fighting back coughs. He hadn't inhaled as much of the stuff, but it still bothered him. Cobra looked back to Fang and cautiously put a hand on her back for some sort of reassurance to her friend. "... Kitten.."
Artie on the other hand seemed to be getting over it in the mean time, his gagging stopping, but he still had a few coughs that escaped. He glanced over to Remy to make sure he was alright before looking to Damon and Fang. "The harder you breathe in, the worse it'll be. Exhale hard to try and blow it out of your system, not cough," he projected to them.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:31 pm
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Fang could hear Artie try to instruct them how to get the vervain out of their systems, but it didn't really help. She heard Remy start talking too, but continued to cough and try to get the toxic air out of her system. "Vervain.." She managed to breath. "In the smoke..." she coughed again, "bombs....MRD..maybe.." she coughed in between words and tried to pull herself up, she leaned on the wall, it was still evident she was stilla ffected by the vervain, she felt much weaker along with the stingingly painful sensation in her throat, eyes and lungs, like it was burning her.
Damon glanced at Fang and then over at the others, he coughed before speaking. "We gotta go..." He said slowly. "Can't stay here." He coughed again. "The MRD, you speak of...probably are anti-undead as well.." He said. |
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 11:10 pm
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Cobra watched Fang and stayed by her side as she managed to get up against the wall. She felt pretty useless here... Without saying anything to anyone, she used the computer in her glasses while Artie helped Remy up. Another few explosions went off down the street, sending debris everywhere and more vervain laced smoke. Seeing it, Cobra ripped off her vest and covered Fang's face with it to block the vervain from getting to her. Artie even grabbing Damon and turning him and himself away from the smoke.
Within a few short moments, the sound of a car could be heard through the smoke, and the glare of headlights with it. Cobra grabbed Fang and did probably what Fang wouldn't want at the moment and pulled her into the thick of the smoke, towards the car. Cobra's thermal vision was allowing her to see perfectly even in such thick smoke, and she ended up opening the car door and shoving Fang inside before Artie would grab Damon and Remy and do the same, pushing them in the car and slamming the door shut before both Cobra and Artie got in the front seats themselves.
When Cobra got in the driver's seat with Artie in the passenger's, She said something in mandarin and the air in car started to clear up instantly, being filtered from the smoke and the vervain as she sped off down the road seemingly blinded by the smoke, though her thermal vision again was having it so she could see just fine.
Once his mother started driving, and the air in the car was free of toxins, he took deep breaths through coughing and gagging, trying to get the vervain out of his system. "When did the MRD start using vervain?" he asked to no one in particular, but everyone would hear it.
Cobra sighed a hiss and took a sharp turn suddenly, drifting a bit. "Since half the MRD was assigned to vampire hunting..." she said. Though the sharp turn only made Artie nervous and he hit a button on the dash, hard. And with it, all the windows in the car suddenly went into what he would call, 'Cobra vision'. Every window became a lens that enable him and anyone else to see outside the car in thermal vision, where silhouettes of buildings, roads, and people became clear in spectrum. Artie relaxed a bit, now being able to see where they were going.
"...Vampire hunting?... half the MRD are now vampire hunters?" He asked.
"Yeah... well... more than half, more like seventy percent."
"... When were you going to fill me in on this?"
"I think I just did," Cobra hissed at him as she continued speeding out of the city. Artie just growled at her in response. "Go ahead, growl all you want, in the meantime I'm saving your a**," she hissed at him again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 9:28 pm
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Fang growled, coughing a bit as she was pulled into the smoke once again, but then roughly shoved into the back seat of a car. She listened to Cobra speak to the driver and she knew she'd called for backup. At least they were getting out of here. Fang leaned on Remy a little bit, the vervain making her a bit weak. They'd be safe if they got out of here soon.
Days later, Damon had proposed the idea for a party...a conference...whatever you wanted to call it. To propose peace between mutants and vampires, and then to humans alike, really just a coverup, but it was a start to make things easier for them all. Damon was a playboy, but he also was as old as her father, so he still retained that bit of formalities he'd been raised with. So when it came to parties...it wasn't aparty...it was a Ball. Either way, Fang thought it sounded fun. It was supposed to be very formal, with wine instead of the cheap stuff, dresses, suits, stuff like that. He'd already made out a sort of guest list apparently, but she did know a few of her friends were coming, Cobra, Remy, Artie of course. And she'd set out on making it here undead-life-goal, to get Krystal in a dress for this party.
After fighting and arguing, Fang and her newfound strength had won the battle, allowing her to doll-up her best friend [With benifits wink ] and put her in a dress, make her up a bit, show that femenine side of her. And she was very pleased with the result.
The night of the Ball was coming, she was excited, and only a bit bummed that there would be no blood drinking, and they;d have their fill from blood bags before the party. But she was now all dolled up herself, in a pretty dress, her hair curled nicely and done up, and she wore white gloves which, were slightly to her discomfort, due to her claws, but she kept them retracted and really didn't want any of the humans here to be threatened in any way.
People had just started arriving, Damon was off somewhere in a suit of his own, looking sharp and handsome, while Fang was checking out the party so far. Damon had turned his large house into a ballroom dance floor so quickly, she was shocked. But the place looked beautiful, and music was even playing in the background of some chatter of the first few guests who were there. She most of the mutant guests hadn't showed up yet, and she might as well greet them.
Damon was off doing his own thing, watching over the party, sipping some wine. He'd invited the mutant;s he'd come to know, as well as the ones Fang knew. Even some of her family, he thought it'd be a surprise she might enjoy. Not that he was a nice person or anything. He'd left rather...fancy invitations for those invited, and just for fun he added a picture to one on her brother's invitation, one he;d taken of an annoyed fang. The message having said "And yes, we do show up on film." He'd remember how she got pissed off for him taking the random picture of her, drinking from a blood bag in the living areas of his house.
Now he was waiting for everyone to show up, and enjoy parts of the party before he'd get down to business.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 9:59 pm
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