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 Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 11:41 pm
Will it make ANY difference if I say no?
*Hellbane leant back with a soft sigh*
I cant stop you wanderig around, bu equally I cant promise you what Max will think. Im disinclined to give you access to our systems, or even HAVE you here, but some things one cannot help.
Now if you dont mind, I really am busy.
*Hellbane closed his eyes. Discussion over. The walls pulsed faster as his attention was turned back to the cultivation of the latest of virus*
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 6:50 am
The timing was ironic; hardly had Bane dismissed the intruder and returned his attention to his viral cultures when the lights began to flicker. Ultimately, they remained on, and became stable again, but it was a sign of something happening....something profoundly important for the future of the facility. The doors were locking, and would not open under any authority. Something was truly amiss... ----------------------------------------------------- Initial experimentation had been a success. The effectiveness of the new breed of infiltrator was working profoundly, for one...but on the far more important scale, the methods and tactics used had provided proof of concept of the latest in Maximillian's tools. His ultimate goal in working in Pingfang was complete; he had found his newest acquisitions and engaged in proper research. Now it was time, sadly, to pull the plug. Bane's mismanagement of his resources was tiresome, irritating, and ultimately a block on the path to efficiency and effective research. The man, so obsessed with his little viruses and diseases, was blind to the rest of the world. It was a shame; Max would have enjoyed keeping Pingfang operational. The past several years in which Max had been operating within the facility, several points had been made on the part of his staff. From day one, data acquisition had been tantamount; now, as he was readying the final orders of Ishiimura, he had gathered to him a sum of immense information. Across the world, the research in Pingfang would be seen for the betterment of humanity; all the better for Maximillian's goals. Humanity WAS his purpose, even if it meant killing every last human. More importantly, though, was the control the good doctor held. He had people on every level, in most every station shy of Bane's own personal guard. There was nothing that could stop what was coming. ----------------------------------------------------- "Miss Issa." The young man stood in her office doorway, asking for her attention. He was one of Max's amber eyed creations, an artificial man made to work the scientific fields. Yet now, he was a messenger. More importantly, strings were being pulled; no recording equipment was active so long as he was in the room. Their conversation was private. "Maximillian wishes to extend an invitation. He is leaving the facility, and is willing to offer you a job and a reversal of the initial NGF procedure if you choose to take it. To be honest, ma'am...it's a good idea. Bane's going to be livid over this, and he likely won't be pleasant to work under afterwards." ----------------------------------------------------- Most important of all, though, was one factor. In the bowels of the facility, where only brood beasts and armed personnel would linger, was the greatest piece on the chessboard. It was to this cracked and violent mind that Maximillian reached. :: Lady DeSeer.... :: The voice was not his own. INstead, he chose one he knew would have her full attention...it was too late in the game for this to be ruined.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 10:50 am
Sir...
*Alison had her gun drawn the second the lights started flickering, the elites minus Cora, closing around Hellbane*
It's alright. Break through if you please to OUR level and my rooms. The time has come it seems.
Yes sir.
*Hellbane settled back to watch as his team did as ordered, flicking out the small pager like device and beginning to speak lowly into it.*
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Max huh?....
*Issa looked up from her work station and appraised the amber eyed creation with eyes not entirely without intelligence. She knew perfectly well she was going ot have to pick sides. And whichever she picked, she was likely to be asked to do soemthing she;d rather NOT do.
But... she;d rather throw her lot in with the human who STARTED the show, than the virus who had merely been paying her wages*
I want a raise and a QUIET gardening job where the plants are just there to be plants. Not medicines or tests.
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*Darkness. They left her in darkness thinking it would bother her. It didnt. Even WITH the injections and the drip feeding suppresants into her body, her eyes still glowed red. Though, none coudl see it. The helmet-like mask covering her head, in a desperate attempt to blind her senses or at least control her mouth, hid the brilliant orbs from view as her head shifted from side to side, like a shark scenting prey.
They had hurt her son.
There was no forgiveness for that. For what these monsters had done. What had been broken, was now pure bred monster. They'd had to resort to a straitjacket lined with haemox strips and even THAT hadnt been enough until they'd literally pinned her up off the ground in a mesh of the damn stuff like some steel-girdered orb around her.
They;d talked about staking her to be safe, but veto'd it on account of she couldnt be used at all if they;d done so. It was a fatal mistake. In the last two days, two of the scientists who were working on her file the most had gone mad for unknown reasons. And she was still scenting for the next target....
Until she heard the voice.
The voice that replied was human, but only in the same way that Velociraptors were human - there was ancestry there somewhere, but VERY VERY remote. Every syllable dripped with murderous intent, every word a promise of violence, hate, anger and vengeance tipping the edges of her thoughts as she snarled back at the voice in her head*
.: You are not my son. Who are you to impersonate him?! You will die like the rest.... :.
*Metal groaned around her, though she did not seem to move save for that swaying of her head, that scenting behaviour as she sought an owner for the voice, unseen power lashing about her, seeking a target*
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:03 am
:: Perceptive. I merely wished your attention, milady. It is not my identity that matters, but my intent. I am arranging your vengeance. A woman of conscience is coming to release you, and give you the chance to do unto this place as you would. The only stipulation is that she not be harmed; she merely wishes to see things put right. All the others....are yours. Is this acceptable? :: The masquerade was dropped once Roan's attention was gathered. The voice was no longer a stolen impersonation, but that of a woman. Roan would not know who this was; it was a voice never before heard by her ears. Despite this, it was cordial and quick in explaining the situation. She sounded indifferent to the threats, and focused on the plan. ----------------------------------------------------- "Ma'am, it's not my place to negotiate. You'll need to talk to Max about the specifics, but at this point, I'm pretty sure he'll give you whatever you want." The strange artificial man seemed reserved. He knew what was coming, and knew his role in matters. Even if he was artificial, he still had a personality; the only thing that made him different from any other human was the nature of his origin and use. It made his task particularly unpleasant, for all he lacked the choice in the matter. "He wants you to release the guest of honor. Your safety is being taken care of, but only if you go let her free and leave. The lockdown is trapping everyone here..." He let that sink in. Issa would know the results.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:08 am
Oh good, so I get to go and probably be the FIRST, instead of the LAST. Does Max even KNOW what he is unleashing? ... Forget that, forget I even spoke.
Slow painful death via disease, fast death via enraged ancient. When did my life ever come to this...
*Grumbling and sighing, Issa headed for Roan's containment.*
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*No answer met the voice. Simply a vivid, spearing lance of pain aimed at it, and then denial of entry into Roan;s head again. It seemed the Matriarch trusted none, especially not those who impersonated her beloved, her wounded.
Hell was coming. The scanning, masked head came to a stop, focused despite the lack of eye distinction towards the spot where Issa would emerge. One of the bars surrounding Roan crumpled liek tissue, as if a giant hand had squeezed it. So long as Issa was let thrugh the security door into this area.... death was coming*
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:29 am
Issa was the only one the lockdown would allow through. Even Bane's own elites were locked out of the systems; every single security measure made to make the facility so impregnable was being brought to bear on the people inside. Either Pingfang would be proven flawed....or it would be a deathtrap for every man, woman and child within.
There was no further word from the mystery voice. Whether the pain had fallen upon it or not was unknown...but Roan would not be alone for long. More importantly, Issa was being protected; any ill actions would have Maximillian's finest abjuratives and wards safeguarding the woman long enough for escape. Regardless...Roan was being given Pingfang on a silver platter, so long as she had the will to bring it to the ground...
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:58 am
ReLEaSSSSE....
*The word was not heard, but more felt as Issa entered the room in which Roan was now being kept. A mere cell had not proved enough under the unleashed rage within its occupant, and so she'd been relocated to a rather well built almost bunker like room, complete with blast doors.
Issa paled visibly as she crossed the threshold, and walked full force into the miasma of will that flowed around the room, seeking a target.
The guest of honour was looking right at her. Despite the fact that helm covering the subjects head did not have the slightest indication of eyes, just a few lined markings on the smooth metal, Issa KNEW the matriarch not only SENSED her, but could make out every sweating pore of her skin.
She waited to die. The weight of the woman before her almost demanded she fall to her knees bleeding and begging this instant but... no actual directed spear of that will hit her.*
ReLEaSSSSE....
*Troops. Issa could hear the levels' security team heading her way. HER men. Once they knew what she was DOING though....
She was going to commit her own command to their deaths to save her own hide. Still, this wasnt the first immoral decision she had made. Hand shaking, she reached up to the wall and turned the lights up. And then... she pressed the red switch on the next wall. Power fell, the background whine dimming to nothing, leaving an awful silence in its place. The global structures of Haemox fell open to either side, like wings parting and allowed access to the walkway heading up to Roan.
Issa had one last thing to do. The chains holding her to the suspended plate needed unlocking. She had the key. Stepping cautiously, Issa noted that the womans gaze had not followed her around the room. The faceless helm was still pointed towards the door where Issa had enetered and not towards herself*
I'll get you down... please please please god dont kill me....
*Mumuring to herself, Issa approached cautiously, steeping onto the ramp towards Roan. As if a switch had been thrown... the head snapped around to look at her once again, causing Issa to scream and fall back, onto her a**, dropping the key.*
Commader! What are you doing?! Step away from the subject!
No...
*Trembling, Issa remained pinned under the unseen gaze, shaking like a leaf. She could feel another mind against her own, and it terrified her. Enough that she didnt even notice when her body betrayed her and gave in to her fear. Killer. Psycopath. Maniac. All these words and more. What she felt was pure beast, driven by an insane intellect focused on only one thing. Vengeance.
Issa gibbered, and didnt even flinch when the first shot hit the Matriarch's armoured head. Bullets would never stop this thing. And indeed, the head turned slowly towards the shooter, that shark like scenting locating the man easily. The next bullet screamed towards the Matriarch's chest, but stopped 3 inches from her. There, it spun in the air, tumbling gently... before it shot off again, back towards the shooter, taking him through the head in a spray of blood and brain matter.
But Issa wasnt watching the man die. Or his team start screaming into radios. No, she'd abandoned her men and something much worse was happening two inches from her nose.
The key was rising. By itself. Steadily, the small, metal object rose like the ascension of Lucifer, so deadly, until it hung between Issa and Roan's faces, a dark challenge to Issa to reconsider. But she was too afraid. The Matriarch turned her head back towards Issa as the key moved towards the huge lock over her chest, out of Issa's reach.
Click.*
Oh god... oh god... ohgodohgodohgod...
*Issa murmured to herself as her shaking legs scooted her backwards, chains falling from around Roan as she fell to the floor, landing on her knees.
And now, they could all hear the sound of breathing, whistling out of the helm. Cainites didnt need to breath. What was going on? Issa very sensibly pressed herself into a corner of the room, curled into the foetal position, closed her eyes and braced.
What followed was the sound of tortured metal, screaming and organic noises that would haunt Issa for the rest of her life.
When she dared opened her eyes again, Roan was stood facing the exit. Around her, the blue-ish tinted metal of the structure that had held her had been turned redand bent all out of shape until each piece jutted outwards from where the cainite devil stood, many pointed towards the ceiling.
The stink of blood filled the room, from each of the security team, now hanging from the sharpened metal tips, most of them with their eyes missing... or more accurately, running down their tortured faces. The impaled bodies framed the straitjacketed figure like some sort of macabre painting as the jacket itself began to ripple.
It bulged in places, like insects were running beneath the surface. Some rational part of Issa declared all this impossible. The woman was still under heavy sedatives and suppressants, the IV's still connected into her back. Thus, she could not do this. Issa killed that rational part of her mind then and there as the straitjacket suddenly SHREDDED off Roan's form. A further spray of gore erupted from her back, tearing out the IV drips in the process. From her back, four huge, bloody wings emerged, feathers spreading to dry. Another set of 2 came from just above her a**. Another set at her ankles. Another at her now freed hands, which fell to her sides. 10 wings. Issa made the correct assumption there were 2 more on her body somewhere... likely beneath the helm which still clung to her, supposedly blinding her senses.
From between the feathers, two snakes emerged and slithered to the floor. Scenting the air, the two massive beasts, slithered for the door, vanishing into invisibility about three meteres from the threshold. Flexing her fingers, Roan took a step forwards. Then another. Still, the sound of her breathing filled the room, and when she moved it was like a ghostly after image followed her, and her movements jumped, like every third frame of a film reel was blank.
The beast was loose and there was NOTHING anyone here would be able to do about it. Of that... Issa was sure. Watching the Matriarch walk to the doorway, Issa tried to get to her feet, when the helm suddenly turned towards her one last time.*
CoWaarrrd.
*The word slammed into Issa, shoving her into the wall. Her head hit the metal behind her... and she sank to the floor, unconscious.*
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 3:44 pm
RevENGe....
*The word echoed throughout the entire facility. Stood among her first kills in the MONTHS since she'd been here, she didnt care for what she had done at all. What hung behind her were people. Just another animal.
Slowly, she swayed forwards, a step at a time. Her feet left imprints in the metal as she passed.
Passing into the light of the corridor outside her cell, her head turned, again showing that shark like sniffing, treating the air like water. She sensed something, but it was hard to pin down. She started quatering the corridor in zig zags and then....
Her head turned as she came to a junction. Her gaze, still hidden, fixated on the figure knelt on the floor. Waiting for her.*
PupPEt....
*An unseen fist slammed into the figure, lifting him form his feet and throwing him back and into the bars of a cage behind him. A sickening crack came from his head as it smashed into the metal with more force than just whiplash.
Roan did not stop or go to the fallen man however, merely fixed her head back in front of her and started to walk again. As she moved away, Karkotaka rose and flickered into sight at the side of the man. The naga king was IMMENSE. Snarling his body around the dead scientist, one of Max's creations, the oversized snake began to swallow him whole, feeding the blood to Roan as she carried on towards the east wing of the detainment level*
IdeN...My sOn....
*As would follow through for the entire time the MAtriarch was loose, her words woudl come form everywhere, for everyone to hear. And with it, the sense of impending doom she represented. Death incarnate.*
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 3:56 pm
The scientist had told Issa what to do. In a sense, he had sealed his own fate. The fate of all men in the facility. It was a terrifying prospect...something that must have come as a surprise to the security chief. Most did not realize the full extent to which Maximillian went when he crafted his chosen tools. They were more than just drones, not just puppets. They were people, no different from any other except in the manner of creation. They loved, hated, they knew right and wrong...and in this case, heart-pounding fear. His pulse hammered in his ears as he waited. He knew she...IT was coming. He knew the doors would not open, that no god or devil would save him from his deserved fate. He did not know if he regretted his deeds for the purpose behind them, but he did not enjoy harming people. Now...came penance. The man's death was blessedly quick. For that, he was thankful. ------------------------------------------------------------- The nightmare just wouldn't end. He'd done everything he could, and in the end it had damned him to this. This wasn't like any other captivity. Never before had he been so devalued; always there was something needed from him that he could hold to. Something to hold out for that would give him a reason to keep going. Yet when they had wheeled in and carted his pain-wracked and broken body, he knew it was not for more tests. They carried him as a sack of meat, nothing more. He tried to fight, tried to scream and resist, but nothing worked. He was helpless against the strong arms that stuffed him into the tank. It was flooded with some foul smelling liquid, and everything went dark. He was being left to sleep for eternity, locked away as a failure for the world to forget. Yet he was awake, screaming and crying for release. He was cursed to not rest; he was waiting for his brothers. Yet...time had lost meaning. With nothing to know, with all senses stolen, he was left to despair. No I'm not awake!------------------------------------------------------------- The voice came from the silence. He roused, not knowing what to make of it. Had it been hours, years...decades? With no sense of time, it could have been armageddon, when God judged the world, and he would never have known. Confusion reigned in the scrambled fragments of his psyche as he drifted in the void.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 4:18 pm
I...am... COmE...
*Dreadful terror. Unimaginable fear. Sole purpose. The facility was designed to dampen mental abilities, but nothing would stop what came now. Nothing.
There was a security door in her way. She stood abou two meters from it, head tilted slightly to one side.
Behind her, the myriad wings that decorated her body swayed as if in a wind, feathers stuck together in places with dried blood, mottling the already reddish tinted pinions with a ruddy brown. Flakes fell from them as she flared the four large ones.
Handprints SLAMMED into the doors ahead of her, though she herself had not moved. Where the hand prints had showed, nail marks now raked down the metal, ripping into it, despite the nature of the material.
Reaching the bottom of the door, the nails, claws, invisible hands, whatever dug in and grabbed.
Again, the facility rang to the sounds of tortured metal. The door was forced halfway up, until it jammed where she had damaged the metal. Not one to be denied... the Beast shredded a man sized hole in what was left in her way.
Light cascaded over her. In the hall beyond, another security team. All with guns aimed at her. About 7 men. Armour piercings rounds as standard, they did not hesitate.
Gunfire stuttere around her, impacting and dimpling the remains of the door where it hit. Wings moved in a screaming sussurus to surround her, but she dropped to the floor, the gunfire tracing her as she rested, small and reduced on the cold metal.*
CEASE FIRE! She's down...
Miracle if she is! Stupid ******** scientists... that damn helmet is stopping a direct headshot...
That helm is all thats stopping her killing us all without lifting a finger...
*One of the men approached and kicked the feathered mass on the floor, tumbling Roan from her knees to her back, faceless helm rolling to one side, to 'face' him.
He didnt hear his colleages gasping, shocked into silence as he drew his foot back for a second kick.
He didnt head the serpent behind him, or realise it was there until it was too late and its breath was on his ear. He looked up, but all he saw was throat as Mucalinda snapped its jaws shut over his head and shoulders, severing his upper body just below the n****e line.
Blood splattered over Roan as she slowly swayed back to her feet, back to the enemy. Turning side on, her head lolled over to 'look' at the enemy as they opened fire once more, shouting in fear.
Blood soaked Roan's feet as the remains of the first man were jerked into the air by unseen hands, gunfire smacking into him, leaving her just as unharmed as the first round of shots as she carried on advancing at her slow walk.
As she reached the men... their eyes started to bulge from their skulls.... then burst, blood and jelly like material flowing down their faced... before their heads exploded simultaneously, blood showering the walls and her, red dripping off the chin of her helm as she carried on, down to solitary confinement. Between two cells, she felt for Iden, sniffed for him, but couldnt work out which he was in*
My...SoN....IDen.... AWakEn....
*No answer. No indication of where he was. Gut instinct took over and she turned to the left. Hands again left imprints in the metal as she tore the door from its mounts, and went inside.
Darkness. But she could see well enough. Could see the slghtly bigger than human tank that lay in the middle of the floor, made of metal and sealed on all sides.
Worse than an obliette, this was where you put garbage to forget about it. Her angry welled. Fists would have slammed into the lid, but the cargo within was too precious.
Roan had been in solitary sensory deprivation before herself. ANY form of stimulation was going to hurt Iden like a sledgehammer. She went to the tank in person, laid her own hands on the metal lid, using them for the first time to rip off the lock as quietly as possible, leaving only ripples to play over Iden within. A good start to letting him know something was happening, that he was 'alive'. Carefully, so carefully, she would open the lid and reach inside for her son, knowing to touch him was to hurt him, but equally needing to get him out.
Drawing his body, light as he was, up, her wings would extend to cover them both as she sat with her back to the tank, and him on her lap, cradling him to her until he came around and the pain went away. Where she had oozed only anger to everyone else, to him.... welcome, warmth, life, family, love.
Behind the helm, her eyes burnt furiously, but for right now, there was only the feel of her beloved in her arms, and the sanctuary between them*
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 4:44 pm
Nothing.
No I'm not awake!
He was still, and quiet. The senses did not compute what was happening, not at first. The sensation was strange, and confusing. He did not understand. And then, the buoyancy was gone. The fluid drained rapidly, leaving him to flop out into the waiting arms.
The sudden strange surroundings were utterly alien. He didn't know what to do; his limbs did not work. He...did not even properly have a sense of self. It left the young Cainite as a limp body in Roan's arms, confused but nonreactive, thanks to her calming influence.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 4:50 pm
*No screams, no twitching, no spasms or fit. He was doing better than she had, when it had been her turn.
Her anger was a palpable thing as she took the time to just sit with him for a few minutes, just hold that which had been denied her for months on end.
That she could not hear his voice in her head hurt, and in her current state, hurt meant anger, which in turn meant power.*
REVENGE!!!!!
*The cry slammed through the building, Roan rising and cradling Iden's limp form to her chest, leaving a trail of blood and fluid from the pair of them behind her as she walked out of the cell, the sway gone from her stride, her head now targetting much better and faster as she STRODE for the exit to the next level.
Everywhere she passed, metal buckled bars bent or broke, and even the other prisoners were impaled, along with security and worse as she made her bid for payback.
The break otu had only just begun, and Pingfang would be a bloody tomb by the time she was done, a testament to the folly of any who dared harm her kin, her chosen, her beloved.*
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 7:38 am
*Such a light weight in her hands. Iden weighed almost nothing. It worried her. It ANGERED her. They had dared to mistreat him. His body still bore the scars of what had been done to him, and his mind... his mind wasnt THERE. The fury that coursed through her was indescribable as she headed with unerring certainty for the stairwell leading upwards, ignoring the elevator.
Alone, she'd have decimated every level of containment through that route, her wings and claws more than enough to navigate the shaft, but with Iden in her hands... he was precious cargo that she would not risk. Like a baby cradled to its mother's breast, she bore him with a tenderness that VASTLY contradicted the sheer VIOLENCE of her passage.
Everywhere she went things broke, tore, died. The cells were LITERALLY awash with blood by the time she'd walked their length to the stairwell, prisoners dead alongside security staff, each mauled and pulled to death by those same unseen hands that had done her dirty work even prior to her picking up Iden. Metal had been bent out of shape in every instance, the bodies of Max's people impaled, Bane's left dismembered on the floor, TORN apart.
Stained in blood, leaving dented bloody footprints where she trode, she continued to scent as she moved ahead, serpents mopping up the smorgasbord of food she left in her wake, bloating themselves on corpse after corpse, though they never consumed any of Max's creations or employees, instead letting them remain hung in the air, a gory promise of what was still to come on the other floors.
A door lay ahead. The blast door to the stairwell, which had come down and locked in the barricade. The helm tilted to one side as she stopped, just shy of it.
Behind her, another blast wall dropped, containing her. Slowly, she turned to watch it. Her tail whiplashed the floor, almost a sign of annoyance.... before she turned and 'looked' up at the camera watching her, lens zooming towards Iden. Her wings instantly closed around him, hiding him from view. Upstairs in the control rooms... the camera suddenly shorted out, showing nothing as she just 'stared' at it.
Following it though... anyone who had been watching that screen would feel a terrific pressure behind their eyes, welling and building, pushing and swelling. Blood was going INTO their brains... but not flowing out as sopmething other than their own body and will slammed the valves shut, trapping more and more blood in their heads with every beat of their hearts... a process sped up by the inevitable fear that came with such.
In moments, blood woudl be trickling from their nose, eyes, ears.... and then their eyes would bulge out, rupture, spill followed by the pained bloodied screams of pain as they died in terrible pain.
Meanwhile, down in the contained room, Roan again faced the stairwell. The unseen hands BATTERED the door, but... stronger than the door to her own cell, it vaguely dented but did not wish to open or break. Her vengeance would not be denied. Her focus became the very bottom of the door, slamming those unseen fists into the lower right corner, over and over until it buckled just far enough she could feel a breeze from the other side. And hear voices.*
Hold your ground!
She wont break through.. this stuff will survive a direct nuclear hit!
NOTHING would survive a direct strike idiot... and that IS the apocalypse on the other side...
Pesamistic superstitious idiot... its just a woman.
A VAMPIRE.
Yeah, and? Still just a woman.
Shut yer holes and get ready to shoot. If she comes through there I want her on the FLOOR. You do NOT stop shooting until you have NOTHING left to fire, am I making myself clear?
*The head tilted, helm turned towards where the last man to speak would be stood. A snap of her fingers called Karkotaka to her side, the massive anaconda like wedged head rising to her shoulder level as she bade it towards the small hole she had created. The serpent vanished, invisible, passing through the small gap with little to no difficulty.
Outside, the pull down lever on the wall that would raise the door stood blissfully unguarded, all eyes and weapons trained on the door as the sound of heavy breathing pervaded the corridor*
RelEAssEEee.....
*Unseen Karkotaka rose its impressive body from the floor, leaving bloody trails on the wall as it closed its fangs over the lever and pulled downwards. Pound upon pound of muscle strained easily against the heavy weight to be lifted, tail whiplashing as the squad realised the door was raising and turned to seek the serpent responsible. Men fell like skittles as the metal continued to rise... revealing the unassuming figure of the helmed cainite, small and pale... and oh so dangerous. Her wings flared as she walked calmly forwards, the bodies of the fallen Karkotaka had beaten to a pulp against teh floor lifted to protect her from what bullets these men had left before they too, like the other 50 before them, found themselves falling to the floor with blood gushing form their heads, eyes popping and oozing down their faces, screams music to the Matriarch's ears... as she took to the stairs and headed DOWN.*
RevENgE....
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 11:08 am
*Floor 11. Cryostasis and the armoury. Just what she needed. One of her unseen hands gripped the lever controlling the door into it and slammed it fully down with little effort.
Within.... rack upon rack of weapons. Guns, rifles, daggers, batons, tasers, arcane weaponry, swords, belt fed devices she didnt even want to consider, bombs, plastic explosives.... the works.*
Didnt anyone ever tell you not to bring a weapon to a fight?
*She spoke 'normally' for the first time. But this was WORSE than the single rage filled words previous. The voice was calm now, in control, still heard throughout the whole building and clearly planning not just death for those that still lived, but also pain. Pain to match what had been done to Iden. Done to her.
She walked forwards, and it suddenly became clear how many of those invisible hands she had. 12 swords rose from their racks. 12 swords spun in the air, cutting it like a swarm of wasps.
And it was at that point some bright spark woke the last of the units being kept down here that had no ventured out with Cora. They should have known it would be mere target practice.
Roan was not about to let them get even enough time to arm up properly. As the fleshcrafted armoured men moved forwards, a sword took one through an eye, another was sliced to her left and stabbed clean through the top of the skull simultaneously. On her right, six swords spun like a living shield in the air and reduced two men to so much hamburged meat.
She stepped back as the rest grabbed whatever weapons were to hand. No problem. 11 swords hung in the air around her. The men took up firearms.
The shooting was loud enough to shatter ear drums in the enclosed space as the stupidly powerful weapons were discharged. Swords spun, Roan herself lowered her stance, actually caving to the overwhelming amount of metal spewed her way, but not one shot harmed her. Swords tore through the air, protecting her, slicing where they could, destroying such arms as were in reach, deflecting the rest. Two swords shattered this way, only to be replaced by two more.
She stood no long term chance if they remained out of reach, but mindlessly they pressed on, and the brutality continued, as she crouched between the expanses of her wings and the outer ring of swords that protected her, cradling her cherished son to her chest, helm watching without eyes, calculating.
She shouldnt have been able to react to the shot that came form the left. The man firing it had snuck around the side while the rest kept her busy, for one reason only. To grab the modified AS50, find the incendiary rounds and take a decent sight on the Cainite.
A .50 BMG M8 incendiary cartridge was NO ONE's friend and even the monster that walked Ishiimura had somethig to fear from a direct headshot. Especially at this CLOSE a distance, comparatively. And yet...
Her head snapped around to 'look' at the shooter JUST as he fired, head dipping to the left swiftly as she actually REGISTERED the silver tip on the swiftly moving piece of death headed her way......
And then crumpled to the floor, swords clattering down around her. All movement ceased. Dark blackish tinted blood pooled under her head as she lay covering Iden's form with her own, still sheilding him even after she was hit*
KEEP FIRING!
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 11:30 am
*Pain. So much pain. The dagger in her chest nicked deeper with ever gurgling, blood filled breath she gasped out. Coldness welled up her body, freezing her from the outside in, until her core stopped fighting entirely....
...the hunger in her stomach was liek acid eating through her, consuming every pore, searing pain into her limbs and mind, demanding....
...the bond had shattered, tearing her mind apart as it went, shredded into tatters as he lay in her arms, the ashen shade of true death creeping over his skin before the accelerated decay cut in...
...such pained betrayal from he who had always been with her, daggers again perverting her flesh and bringing pain, such pain....*
Is that it? Is THAT all you've GOT?!
*She shook... with laughter. Her head rose, and indeed HER blood stained the helm... but only because the glancing shot had pierced a hole through it, right over her red right eye before it had scored off down the side of the helm, leaving a threatening and garish mark in the strong metal. While ALSO breaking the seal that had prevented her FULLY using her powers.
None moved as her baleful stare consumed the whole room, that vibrant red eye putting forth her will like nothing that had come before, making even the dark will that Issa had felt in the cells WEAK in comparison. ALL the men around her fell to their knees as she stood.
She did nothing. She merely condensed the CENTURIES of pain she knew and held dear to her heart and let it flow into these pitiful creations, and watched dispassionately as they cried tears of blood and killed themselves by millimeters at a time, slicing themselves open, tearing out their own eyes, biting off their own hands, piercing their ear drums with whatever was to hand, tearing open their own necks to die in muddy pools of red and black, coughing out their existance as the room filled with the scent of vitae. Like the dogs they were.*
Pathetic.
*She turned aside and turned that single visible eye down to Iden. A wealth of love was poured on him where only death had been shown to all else. She longed for even the slightest response from him, even a twitch or a cry of pain, ANYTHING to prove HE was still alive... and not just some body she was carting around.
Again, unimaginable anger pounded through her, and it in turn drew her eyes to what she had been seeing for some time but not registering.
Thane's armour. And his sword.*
Thane... I will take you too. You do not deserve this fate.
*Gently setting Iden down, her tail curling around him so he need not ever feel the loss of her embrace, she took her time slowly fitting the dragon bone armour to herself, hanging the imposing skull helm from her waist when done, as still the metal helm rested over her own head.
In one arm and with the aid of her wings, she lifted Iden once more, while her other hand held Thane;s sword, weighing it curiosly. Yes, she could use this.
Meanwhile, her unseen hands reached for a rather large weapon that had lain in darkness alongside the AS50. As she touched it, one of the units made the mistake of groaning, revealinghimself not dead.
Roan went to stand over him, that single eyed glare pinning him to the floor and damning him to hell as another unseen hand closed over his head. Squeezing slowly, she only smiled as she squashed his head like a grape.
Turning away, she hugged Iden closer and shielded her own ears as the railgun was levelled upwards.... and fired, all without her direct touch. The metal above stood no chance, the blast reaching up several levels, the second and third shots bringing down two floors worth of debris as, now armed, she headed up at last, seeking Thane, and the skies infinitely far above*
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