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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:02 pm
Reign did call, From a distance, but where he could see the building and hide himself well enough. Movement. Good. Putting his phone away he moved Further away and took the form of a Raven. He wasn't gonna walk out in the open to this place. The other had been abandoned. This one wasn't as it would seem.
He took a round about flight path to land on the roof. Here he took the form of a man again and leaned over one of the windows. he tried the number again. If he got no answer He wouldn't care. The point was to see what they'd do Now. He was waiting for One to poke his head out of that window so he could Yank him out of it and up onto the roof for a Little talk. Yes it would get the attention of the others but that was more to the point of his way off doing things. They would be below, and He would be above them Moved beyond visual range. Meaning, They would have to come up her to get him. And he would be ready.
So he gave the phone a ring again Watching for his prey to poke out of the window.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:13 pm
*The phone rang. It was an awful ring tone. It rang once... twice... three times... clicked onto answerphone....
And a gun poked out of the window and fired wildly upwards, while behind Reign, the door to the roof smashed open and he was charged by a rather large and rather angry reptilian wolf thing*
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:22 pm
Not Too surprising. But the odds were against him. He twisted as the gun came out, Then GRABBED that wrist and yanked as he turned to face the beast. Either the person attached to the arm would Come out of the window with the force he pulled Plus the extra force Reign would gain while he turned, or at the very least his arm would come out of socket. Either way, the Gun was passe.
Now The wolf-reptillian thing would Find himself staring at a one eyed gangrel Clearly working alone. He'd also see that he was busy. But He would also note that One hand, a Free hand was in a fist with a blade along it or maybe he'd Not notice that fact. Reign had Expected a reaction. He'd Gotten one, not what he wanted. But well enough. The beast would find the gangrel before him Throwing that fist in an uppercut at it's maw to fend it off Until he could Use both hands again.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:46 pm
*The beast thing laughed and crashed into Reign as he grabbed for the man with the gun... who wasnt human either. Letting go of the gun, he allowed himself to be pulled out, then stopped.
One arm was human - the one Reign held. His other 7 limbs were arachnid. With barbed ends. Which it started swinging at Reign's head, one after another as it climbed up, while the reptile thing snapped massive jaws at is abdomen*
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 2:19 pm
Forced to Do so in this situation. He released the arachnid and Shifted to a More suitable Form to fight these two. It was Instant, and He'd Have to feed Soon, But He went from a 5'11" 180 pound man to an 8' tall, half ton Grizzly bear. That done His paws went out as He Thrashed. One moving to Slap, rip, and claw the Reptilian Wolf AWAY from his now Larger stomach and the Other moving to back hand spiderman off the building. And After He'd gotten out of the threatening situation. assuming both went the way he wanted... He'd Bullrush the wolfreptile and take care of it first.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:35 am
Roan had given the Gael a warning. She had warned him, that rampant mass slaughter in her territories, would not be tollerated. Let alone if any of the Camarilla were involved.
Fenrir however, had his own code, and goal.
Thus when his binoculars came across the brawl in the Durem slums all else fell away from the mind of the Methuselah. Black jeans complete with crimson leather chaps, accented with an array of six crossed belts that held his revolvers, and two visible katanas crossed over his lower back he was armed for a fight. Form fitting black skivvy under a scarlet vest with white and grey mixed wolf fur collar, partially covering the red bandana around his neck, meant he was dressed for varied weather conditions. He HAD been out without rest since the last evening, after all. Black slim shades low on the bridge of his nose, because since the previous night he had discovered that even the night life lights of the city seemed to bug his eyes. Over sensitivity to go with the new Cardinal spaded tail. These some of the things he had been concerning over, since the past eve, no matter how he may have tried to push it out of his thoughts.
Lowering the binoculars, right hand tightening around the tool as he looked on from a rooftop roughly a mile away and much higher than the target apartment, the Gael raised his left hand to flick at the underside to the brim of his hat, steel plates over his knuckles, layered back over the tops of his hands and wrist chiming faintly, he then brushed the finger back and toggled the music pounding through his headphones off.
"Gangrel...."
It was a query, rather a specualtion, but as the word passed his lips it came from deep within his diaphram as a violent statement instead. Fingers still tightening around the binoculars, the Blazeheart brought the device back up to his pale saphire eyes, paying special attention to this rather talented shifter, currently a bear, but his focus was for the most part, on the creature that had assumed the look of a mutated wolf.
With every momeent that would pass, the Berserker could feel his emotions trying to get the better of him, but at the same time, an incredibly concerning pulse in his new tail, and tattoos.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 11:27 pm
Seconds later, as the Bear flailed to disperse the pair of enemies attacking it, Fenrir's hand tightened around the binoculars to the point the glass actually fractured, as if to manifest and symbolize the splinter in his judgment. Standing from the crouch he had been in Fenrir reached for the hilt jutting out from his right side, though as fingers touched the wrap, a scream echoed from the streets bellow.
Like a heavy rain over the fires of his temper the effeminate scream echoed through the night air to the Gael's ears, demanding his eyes avert from the Gangrel a mile in the distance, to this new offense.
Casting his eyes to the alley directly beneath him, Fenrir watched on as a woman hurried in from the back door to an apartment complex, a meer baby in her arms. Groaning, Fenrir was about to revert back to targeting the Gangrel, when a window in the complex next to the building he stood atop shattered, the body of a mauled man being hurled through the glass, followed by his attacker. A Tzimisce, though Fenrir couldn't know as much from just watching yet.
The pair hit the uneven road surface in the alley with a sickening crunch and splatter from the fourth story, the Cainite cushioning his landing with the man's body.
Now, as much as a mortal threatened by a Cainite would normally take priority, Fenrir had been waiting on that rooftop for a lead, or anything that looked remotely like what he was hunting since the last eve, and he wasn't about to let these sh its give him the slip so easily. Atleast thats how he approached the dillema until the second Cainite, a LaSombra appeared, having followed the woman out through the back door, accompanied by a score of Ghouls.
Gnashing his teeth, the Gael was now even more conflicted.
"ROY!"
The woman would scream as she stopped in her escape to turn and see her husband, the Tzimisce pulling his head up by the hair, to show the woman, as his hand melded with the scalp, then the skull of the mortal. Then, before the woman's eyes, the Tzimisce ripped from the flesh of the body a scythe, formed of the kine's bones, his entire skeleton bone crafted into the shape of such a menacing weapon with a serrated blade.
That teared it for the Blazeheart. As the Ghouls, all so horribly disfigured closed in on the woman, LaSombra taking on a wraith like shadow form to hang over the group, and the Tzimisce stalked forward to take the life of the hysterical woman, Fenrir took a single step off the roofs edge, letting gravity take him to the quarry.
The bone scythe was swung in a high arc, decending on the woman from directly above, though as her eyes slammed shut, arms moving to protect her baby as best as she could manage, the end never came as she expected. Instead, a dull clap of innertia echoed through the alley, and as the woman opened her eyes, it was Fenrir's back she saw first.
The Gael had landed in the path of the blow and raised his left arm to the blade, allowing it to smash into the steel plates over the top of his hand, shattering the teeth in the blade and sending fractures through its flat surface.
"Roy?!"
As it turned out, Fenrir and the woman's husband had shared similiar body dimensions and hair colour, save for the cerulean bangs in Fenrir's. The Woman's hopes would be dashed however as Fenrir failed to give the Tzimisce much of a chance to articulate the new situation in his favour, by drawing the sword he still held behind his right hip. With a rapid seven hundred and twenty degree turn on his heels, Fenrir ran the blade across the Cainite's belly button in line with the Intersectio tendinea, tendon, or portion of muscle horizontally between the individual 'packs' of definable muscle. The second slash cut parallel with the first, across the inguinale ligament below the hip and above the groin. Finally the third slash, as the two full revolutions were completed, was focused into a slightly diagonal slash, the caught the scythe totting Cainite just to the left of his adams apple, then sliced clear through the Esophagus and Trachea, and continued up to the jaw line beneath the right ear.
A sudden as the Gael's appearance, and attack was the Tzimisce was put in a harsh spot as far as regenerating to minimize blood loss went.
Ending his assault on the Cainite with a standing roundhouse kick delivered with the right foot to the chest of the target, Fenrir effectively sent the Cainite staggering backwards, the deep slashes in his stomach allowing for the egress of his bowels, and along with his throat, a great deal of vitae.
This sudden assault of course prompted the Ghouls to charge, allowing the Tzimisce the oppertunity to fall back behind the ranks and regenerate feverishly, horrified at how much blood he had lost in such an instant. Meanwhile, the LaSombra had whisped likeblack mist into the ground, travelling in concealment to find his moment to attack.
Attempting to box both Fenrir and the woman in, the Ghouls came in from all forward angles at once with mangled claws and bone blades, effects of their owner, the flesh crafter, and the Gael instinctively demanded the woman run. As she turned to do just that though the LaSombra decided to resurface, floating in her path as a wraith that looked like what she thought was death himself, come to take her at her end.
Fenrir's eyes had already reached such a state the normally rich azure was but a pale pastel hue, and this meant he could begin taping into the power given, and reserved by the Berserkergang. And tap into it he did, as he could feel the rage radiating from the wounded Cainite.
Backing up to gain closer quarters with the woman, Fenrir waited for the Ghouls to invade closer range, waiting till they were right ontop of him, all the while gathering power, concentrating energy around the cutting edge of his drawn blade. Then, as the first line of Ghouls were meer inches from ripping him to shreds, he crossed the right foot over the left and spun in a one hundred and eighty degree turn to release Magnum Snipe, sending a cerulean energy manifestation of his swords blade screaming through the ranks, slashing through the entire front line, and the centralranks behind them till the projectile slash approached the Tzimisce who had just succeeded in full restoration of his injuries. Wide eyed at the assault the creature's only option was to present the bone scythe again, attempting to use the blade as a shield for his chest. This succeeded in part, though the weapon was shattered completely, it served to weaken the attack enough that the gash across his pecs was only an inch or so deep.
Meanwhile, as the hordes of ghouls collapsed in halves to the floor, Ferir unsealed the GunBlade intime to level it on the wraith infront of the woman, pointing the weapon over her right shoulder as he squeezed the trigger. Four .50 rounds were fired, each one having been engraved with a ifferent grouping of runes, and each one as ineffective as the last against the intangibal beast, boosting the LaSomra's confidence as it deemed it safe to race in. As the fifth round was fired however, the Gael demonstrated remarkable knowledge of his weapon, and how it had been loaded. A sniper calibur round exited the blade encased in a blinding golden light, not having to travel far before meeting with the blackened mist that was the Cainite's taken form, resulting in an insulting high pitched screech as the gathering of mist was forced to part and sporadically hurled against all surfaces surrounding it, the shadows forced to obey the brilliant source of light as it passed.
The LaSombra would need time to collect its scattered portions together again, and that was the the woman's cue to evacuate, with a harsh shuv from Fenrir's free hand, as the GunBlade was reversed, rolled in his wrist over to rest the back of the blade on his shoulder, pointing back at the Tzimisce behind him as it charged, only to cop a massive round in the center of his chest, cracking through the bone armour to splatter the heart before flames exploded from the wound. Fortunately, this was no high level Cainite that could regenerate after such a damage was done.
The woman and her baby, were safe now, as the fled into the open streets of the city, and Fenrir was left in the alley alone to await the LaSombra's reapperance.
It wouldn't take long, as a large industrial dumpster was out of the blue sent sailing from against the wall on Fenrir's right across the alley at him. Easily enough taken care of as the GunBlade descended to slice through the object, the force of the blow parting the two portions enough to pass by the Gael on either side safely.
Such cowardly attacks would continue for a short while as trash cans, bricks from the walls and even a car was thrown at the Blazeheart, before the LaSombra appeared behind him in its humanoid form, a short wavy dagger, like a sacraficial rite weapon aimed for the Gael's back between his shoulders.
Fenrir had had his fill of this weak, coawardly creature, and his rage was already brimming at the peak, leaving him with barely a hue of saphire in his eyes. The blade snapped as it connected with his vest, and the confused Cainite got the answer to this riddle before he could even recognise the dillema. A swarm of gunmetal serpents raced out from the cut off sleeves of his vest and collar to ensnair the beast, entangling him in their writhing masses and for some reason unknown to the monster, he couldn't simple shadow step out of the mess. He could however, shadow step with the metal serpents still restraining him.
Now, completely tied up and restricted to that shape, Fenrir needed only to wait for the sound of the 'chains' chiming to tell him where the Cainite was, and as the location was given, Fenrir drew his left revolver, and unloaded a full six rounds of light enhanced lead into the wall. The LaSombra was struck by the rounds, and with no where for his shadow form to disperse within matter, the Cainite was incinerated by the blinding light. Again, thankfully, this wasn't a higher level Cainite.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:20 pm
*The reptilian wolf thing was batted away like it was a mere fly by the bears paws, while the arachnid's legs skittered at stone, knocking aside, but not down and recovering fast, limbs constantly changing shapes as it went for gecko tipped feet to hold it steadiest, four of its legs becoming arms and hands, with wicked claws it would swing at Reign.
The retilianthing however laughed as it skittered back across the rooftop, leaving a sticky trail of black tar-like residue behind it, then again leapt forwards, its foreclaws raking forth, shadowy tendrils drifting off it that looked menacing. Jaws snapped as both creatures went for any shred of damage they could get on the bear, but the arachnid was also speaking*
Sssseee itsssss chessssst?
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:33 pm
Roan DeSeer *The reptilian wolf thing was batted away like it was a mere fly by the bears paws, while the arachnid's legs skittered at stone, knocking aside, but not down and recovering fast, limbs constantly changing shapes as it went for gecko tipped feet to hold it steadiest, four of its legs becoming arms and hands, with wicked claws it would swing at Reign. The retilianthing however laughed as it skittered back across the rooftop, leaving a sticky trail of black tar-like residue behind it, then again leapt forward s, its foreclaws raking forth, shadowy tendrils drifting off it that looked menacing. Jaws snapped as both creatures went for any shred of damage they could get on the bear, but the arachnid was also speaking*
Sssseee itsssss chessssst?And Reign's Massive arms would wrap around the beast and bring it in close, the bears Jaw's gripping the neck of the reptile. What had happened? The Bear had bullrushed right after the wolf-thing once it'd gone flying. He Didn't Make it all the way to it, But close enough to make it's attack non-effective. anyways, the momentum of the jump forced Reign to Turn back to the shifting thing. Then when He could look it in the eyes while crushing the throat of the reptilian thing, He Frenzied and set his beast Into the other. So Not only would He be fighting a Bear, but His Beast would too. To that end, He'd simply watch it while he worked on crushing the life out of the wolfthing
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:07 pm
STOMACH. Your grasp of anatom...
*The reptile was cut off halfway through as the bear rushed him before he could reach IT. It scrabbled against the massive hide it found itself against, tried to smother as much of its residue over Reign before it felt its life rushing out of it.
Claws would lash into Reign;s body form its double jointed arms and it would have howled save for its throat was crushed, and it couldnt seem to stop itself bleeding - it was young after all.
the arachnid meanwhile disengaged and SWIFTLY climbed down the building, skittering away as fast as it could. Why? It had recieved a message from the reptilian*
.: Go tell him. Be quick. :.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:30 pm
Reign sank his fangs in deeper and drank. Healing himself as he did. The spider thing, whatever it was, wouldn't be too hard to follow. Seeing how it disengaged, He could only assume it was heading for the boss. However, He didn't want this wolfreptile chasing him as he chased the spider, so He drained it dry.
Leaving ash behind him, He shifted back to his natural form then Dove off the roof, shifting the the hawk for to Pursue the spider. He'd forgone the large size for the speed of the smaller one. He however Was just following for now so he kept his distance. The whole time the Itsy Bitsy Spider song Ran through his head.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:34 pm
*The spider was gone by the time he came off the roof. Gone.. as in vanished to other methods of transport. Unbelievably fast on vertical surfaces, it had been the work of a moment to drop down the building and squeeze through a manhole cover.
Loping through the sewers, it headed west, muttering to itself as it went*
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:45 pm
Ok, so He wasn't On the ground. That left only a few options... He headed back to the roof and shifted back to his natural form once again. He didn't know if that was All of them that were here or Not, but he was going to find out. He entered the way the Reptilian thing had exited, and headed in. He was tempted to ring the phone again but decided against it for now. He'd walk through and peek into this room or that Looking to see if anyone was left here, If not that then the phone. If that was here it'd help him a quite a bit.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 3:22 pm
*The inside of the apartment was a wealth of information... if you coudl stomach the mess. Dead crows lay all over the floor, some even covering important paperwork, but phones lay scattered all over the floor and a chalkboard, spattered with blood, gave three key addresses that;'d match those Roan had given Reign in the first place.
In one corner, a human skull masqueraded as a candle stand, a collection of Hyena pendants lying near it. The stink of bad blood permeated the air and the carpet squelched under foot. Nothing living or undead remained though*
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 3:40 pm
So the addresses he had Were correct, but Nothing told him which would be the Right one to go to. He looked through the phones, flipped them, slide them whatever, opened them and attempted to turn on each one after finding one missing a battery and the sim card. ******** lovely. Nothing. Remains, Hyena pelts, and broken phones.
Ok so that wasn't 'nothing.' Hyena picture in blood and now hyena pelts. Traders? Hunters? Traditional professions of a gangrel. Well that gave him Something to work with. No matter How far spider boy Ran, He'd have the stench of this room on him. THAT he Could Follow. Despite the Disgusting manner of the apartment, He inhaled to root the scent. There Got it.
One more thing and he'd be off. He headed down to the ground and retrieved the gun and took a big sniff of the handle, again t register the scent of the spider man. Then he checked the clip to see how much ammo it had left. So when he told roan that he'd had no training retaining to Firearms He didn't lie. He knew how they worked, self taught, and could fire one. But he'd not fire this one at range. He was probably about to Run into a pack of gangrel. No. He'd wait to close range. YOu don't need formal training for that.
He sniffed a bit then Eventually headed into the sewer. he'd have to fight to split the smells apart but He got his train, and would follow it like a blood hound.
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