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 Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:10 am
To the north. Too far for me to scent them and I didnt notice them until past high noon. Something is SERIOUSLY wrong with them though... they do NOT feel right... ALL werecreatures, even if their animal is solitary, like being in groups, packs, of the same creature. Normally, I would be feeling elated and dashing of to greet them.... but Im SCARED of them, master.... I fear them, when I should fear nothing. I am immortal.
*Javos was indeed shaking as he pressed into Iden's comforting hand. The were's were far enough away that they could not hear the two, and Iden would have time to get armed, but the level of unease Javos was displaying should warn him of just how dangerous this situation could become*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:16 am
Sonofabitch.
For all Javos was adequately conveying his sense of dread, it wasn't catching on to Iden. He was still calm and confident, as he made for the camp. With no wasted time, he armed himself. Abandoning his worn down old gloves, Iden belted on his gauntlets. Under each arm, he holstered his trademark .45s, and the ROMAN soon rested at his hip. Of course he wasn't going on this kind of venture without HIS gear, even if he wasn't intent on using it.
In addition, he slung a rifle over his shoulder, and pocketed a pair of extra magazines for it. It looked like an AK...but the barrel was too long, and it bore a scope. A Dragunov.
Then, to Javos, Iden presented the AK.
I trust you can use this. If you don't want to be in close contact, keep it handy. D'Eagle's on the crate with the spare ammo.
It was all Iden spoke. He let the AK fall from his hands...Iden wasn't worried for the thing, those guns are damn near indestructible. He turned, and made for the rocks, and started to climb.
Liela was already far ahead of him. THe ferret had taken position on top of the rocks, and now that she had a direction, her curious little eyes peered north, seeking a sign of the targets.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:20 am
These are WERE creatures IDen... I hope to hell you're carrying silver ammo. I will NOT face my own kind with a gun.
*Javos bounded up the rocks after Iden, his image shimmering to invisibility as he reached Leila and headed north, scouting. The collar he wore had an active camo unit built in, affording him his stealth as he crept forwards, heading into scent range. When he did... he was bowled over with dismay. He scented again just to be sure, KNEW they woudl have smelt him, and tore back to Iden, not caring as he kicked up dust under his paws, knowing now what they faced*
BASTET! Dude, you are GOING to need a bigger gun... oh gods....
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:24 am
Suit yourself.
Iden wasn't too long in reaching the top of the rocks. By the time he was nearing the best point of visibility, Javos was tearing down from it. Iden gritted his teeth, showing more irritation than anything else.
Get yourself together and give me something useful, furball...
Hissed through gritted teeth, it went to show that Iden was not amused with Javos' blatant fear. While the Brujah did not seem to share it, he was ill at ease, at least, as he reached the crest of the rocks, and lay flat upon them. His eyes joined Liela's in scanning the surroundings for some sign of the hostile presence.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:30 am
You have no idea Iden... none at all... I dont want to... I dont want to become like THEM... did YOU ever want to be what YOU are?
*Javos skittered down onto a rock behind Iden and cowered, shaking*
They're Bastet - abominations. Werecreatures Embraced by Kindred. So, you now have vampiric jaguar shapeshifters out there. AND they reek of Blakc Spiral Dancers. Thats a tribe of werewolves that go for all things evil and corrupt....
*He shivered and put his paws over his nose*
MANY centuries ago, my kind... the true immortals, the fey lycans, were plentiful and we were happy. Im what they call a Ceilican. The Black Spiral Dancers take GREAT pleasure in either killing or turning us into their own little immortal play things. I do NOT want to become one of those foul diseases that walk the earth like they belong here. They STINK, Iden... they clog the senses with their evil and they will SLAUGHTER us both if they can. Even silver isnt going to work - they have the weaknesses of vampires, but the strengths of Garou. Cainite blood means they dont have to fear silver... but they SHOULD hate sunlight and fire.
*He returned to fearful shivering. He was immortal. Which meant, he couldnt even ask Iden to kill him before they took him. Ceilicans COULD die, but it was hard to achieve. Most that Javos had known... had become as the group that he had scented in the desert. And he was terrified*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 6:54 am
Iden listened, his expression grim and neutral, as it was typically when a fight he didn't want was presenting itself to him. His hands gripped the rifle in his hands as he sighted down the scope, just for the closer view it afforded.
Sounds strangely close to my boss...Javos, much as it pains me to ask this, get me the D'Eagle and the magazine with the red stripe running down it. There should be two of them. And if you don't grow a spine, I'm going to kick your a** all the way back home. Cowering and freaking the ******** out ain't gonna help anybody but them.
Okay, maybe it wasn't the best way for Iden to have worded that. But the sentiment was still the same, even if he had been more diplomatic...Javos was beginning to grate on Iden's nerves, for one, and Iden couldn't afford to get the jitters that the furball was trying to pass around.
Wait...on second thought.....RPG. Grab it, and load a thermobaric warhead. Red stripe, once again. Please, and do it quick, mate. Keep your hands on the thing after you've slid me the D'Eagle.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:01 am
*Javois hissed at Iden, stung by his harsh words, but it actually did the trick - Javos shifted back to human and did as ordered, muttering obscenties angrilly unde rhis breath.
What did Iden know? HE was a stinking bloodsucker, he knew NOTHING of the delicate balance werefolk had presented once upon a time. How coudl he know what a threat and an evil those things approachibng them were? It was alright for him - he coudl just die and escape, NOT Javos. HE was immortal. Besides. Iden hadnt liked it any better when he was made a vampire, right? What right did the blue haired little s**t have to judge him?
Ok, so now Javos was being unfair, but getting good and angry was the best way to overcome mind numbing fear. He slid Iden the D'Eagle as requested, plus the two magazines, then acquired the RPG and loaded the red striped warhead, laying next to Iden with it in his grasp as he too looked out over the plain.
In the near distance, hazy shapes moved. Six in all, five were the same colour as Javos in cat form, but smaller - the right size for Jaguars. The sixth was black, a panther. All travelle din their cat forms, eating the ground up at a furious pace as the streked towards the wadi, yowling and crying with laughter, sounding more like hyena's than cats. They had scente dtheir prey and had realised one at least was terrified of them. Oh what fun*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:25 am
Iden could tell that Javos was pissed off. That was good. If he was angry, then he WASNT scared shitless. Iden would apologize and make up for it later. For now...
Alright. When they get within one hundred meters, I want you to lob that sumbitch right in the middle of them. Just flip out the sights next to your face, take aim, and try not to hit ME. Remember the backblast on the other side of the tube, and it'll be fine. These ******** want fire, we're going to have us a barbecue. And if that doesn't work...run like hell, I'll cover your back, and will catch up later. We lose this camp, the whole damn job gets scrapped.
With the word passed on, Iden slid to the side a few feet along the rocks, and rested the rifle where it was stable. He took careful aim on the leading figure, waiting for the right moment....
The sharp crack of the dragunov sounded, as Iden put a 7.62 Russian (hopefully) right between the eyes of the lead target. He didn't wait to see the effect. Quickly, Iden picked out the next, and fired again, and again, until the ten round magazine was expended.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 8:29 am
Got it.
*Javos flicked open the sights, took a gander through 'em, then settled to wait. As the foe came closer, he wrinkled his nose in disgust*
You smell that? Thats the Wyrm. They are tainted beyond even my worst imagination... these things are PURE evil, Iden....
*Javos fear was gone. In its place, disgusted pity. Now he could see the creatures, he coudl scent gender and other information under the horrific scent of darkness that came with them. Yes these things were evil incarnate, and as apable of dying now as any Cainite. But once.. one they had been like him. Shapeshifting creatures who upheld balance. The panther, he could smell, was a Ceilican. Or had been. Now, she was as evil as the rest and he felt only sorrow for her.
The Bastet were fast. Of clan Balam, they sported slightly less speed than werecheetah's, but they were as agile and faster than a cat should be, thanks to the vampiric traits they had inherited when some foul creature had changed them into abominations.
When Iden fired, the group broke up. Two dropped back and to the sides, two continued down the center and the other two, including the panther, simply VANISHED.
Iden's fifth, seventh and eigth shots all connected on the two central targets, forcing them to drop. The spee dthey had been travelling at meant both skidding along the floor like limp dolls, spraying up dust that obscured the two running in behind them.
Javos countd slowly to ten, then fired. The RPG jerked slightly in his hand, but his aim was true, the blast out the back well clear of Iden. Javos blinked as he watched the subsequent explosion, the very air lighting up with what to him stank purely of fire, scorching the two on the floor, one of the two running in after them and causing all three, one coudl assume, to drop out of the fight.
The fourth Bastet, who had been running in behind the first two snarled and closed the distance with Iden incredibly fast. Claws out, poison dripping from the tips, he didnt seem to care if Iden was able to reload and shoot again before he barelled into the Cainite.
Javos, for his part, dropped back. Maybe to do as Iden ordered... until he started growling. THe missing two Bastet had reappeared, coming from their rear in human form, the female with long hair hiding her form, the male as naked and brazen as Javos himself, who lay flat to the earth, still human, but displaying his saber teeth*
Come play with us p***y cat... you and your master...
Come and get us, witch... you'll not lay a hand on my master!
*Javos form rippled, muscle bunching as he went feral once more, leaping for the woman and landing in a tangle of claws and paws. Iden currently had the two to deal with. One at his front, one behind*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 9:40 am
I smell it. And ya know what? I'm lookin' forward to burying it.
God alone knows this was a far better vent than Iden had expected. Abominations? Perfect timing...he had a chip on his shoulder, a crate of munitions, and no qualms with using any of the above to wreak some manner of havoc.
When he spent the magazine, Iden dropped the dragunov. It was pointless at this range...as the RPG exploded in a brilliant cloud of fire, Iden snapped his arms up. In one hand, the D'Eagle, in the other, the ROMAN. The fourth Bastet would find himself on the recieving end of both weapons as he made his charge...a 15mm HE round, for one, and a Dragonsbreath round to boot. Even as Iden fired, he was pushing off the rocks, and tumbled backwards, into the depression that had become his makeshift base. The cat would overshoot, and he would land on his back to fire both weapons at the other Bastet behind him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 9:48 am
*All Iden would hear in response was Javos snarling, locked in a bitter battle with his enemy.
The Bastet Iden fired into hit the ground just as the others had, but the one behind him whom he fell to fire backwards at... was not where he had been expected. This was the fastest of the group, moving so fast it was like he skated outside of time itself to arrive at the next point to which he stood. As such, he came in at Iden from the side, raking long claws that grew out of his hands over Iden's stomach whiel he was still squeezing his triggers. This cat did not have poison claws, which was a bonus, but the claws themselves were five inches long, four inches curving off his fingers completely to try and hook into Iden's insides and bring them OUTSIDE.
The man was powerful too, using Brujah potence alongside his Hengeyoki cat claws to try and do maximum damage in a few seconds to Iden's abdomen before he would leap away, expecting a retaliation just as fast as Iden could re-aim his guns*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 9:53 am
Retaliation DID come...but not quite in the manner the clawing Bastet likely expected. Iden's innard were now visible to the world...but for the fact that they were little more than blood. In fact, Iden's body liquified, splattering upwards in a surge of crimson.
The mist Iden's body had become reformed while still airborne. The young Brujah was twisting through the air, unleashing a torrent of bullets on his assailent in an attempt to grind the poor sod under the weight of explosive rounds. Thankfully, there were no RPGs laying near enough to catch...they were all far enough out of the depression to be at little risk. Last thing anyone present needed was to set the whole place alight...
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 10:09 am
*The man had already been darting away after scoring into Iden's stomach and took to elegant back flips as Iden again started shooting. True, no one could outrun a bullet... but this man was just conveniantly NOT where the bullets were, time after time.
How? True Brujah time manipulation. He closed with Iden, taking several bullets to the stomach and thigh without flincing, then whipped one hand forward, a tendril of oozing shadow shooting out of his wrist to try and snag Iden by the ankle and drag him to the floor.
The man reached to his waist with his other hand, drawing a long knife which he intended to run across Iden's throat as he dragged him down, the sheath it came from modified to remain on when the man was in cat form. Of all the Bastet, he was the only one armed in any way.*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:34 pm
Iden was beginning to realize what it was that was pushing against him. And all the same, Iden was not amused.
Iden's impact with the ground was not what he had envisioned it to be. He slammed into the ground, quite unpleasantly. The knife flashed, then was met by the screeching of metal running over metal. Iden slammed into the ground, and rolled rapidly to his feet. Neither gun was in his hand...they both had fallen at his sides. In his hands, instead, was a blade. A scimitar, ornately crafted and crackling with an unseen power to it.
C'mon, chump. C'mon.
The skill of the True Brujah may allow time manipulation, but Idens lunging strike would be unerring. Sorcerous power wove through the stroke, guiding his hand to cut across the Bastet's chest.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:46 pm
*The man yowled in suprise, not expecting Iden to so easily release his guns to block him.
He skidded away, crying with pain as the scimitar scored his back in a long line of black ichor. The Bastet was less than amused, yowling again as he used one of his Gifts to harden his skin and give him some armour, dropping into a low guarded stance of a knife fighter, watching Iden with amusement*
You think your little bread knife can stop me, pretty child? I'll take your head for my master...
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