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 Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:32 pm
*car, Magnum, easy enough steering column to pop and hotwire, on accoutn of thats what;d happened to this car for teh druggie ot get it in the first place.
The second the engine caught.... gunfire. shouting, and worst of all... recognition. Javos curse dand he and Alyna laid low in the back seats, folling the small soace with their bulks*
go go go!
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:35 pm
As soon as it was caught, Iden gave the engine a little gas, then kicked it into gear. The sudden lurch became a tight pull against the seats as he floored it, waving the one fingered salute calously even as a bullet ripped dangerously close.
THANKS FOR THE RIDE, ******** all, it wasn't like gunfire was loud or anything, and certainly they'd blown discression out the window when the shovelheads had started realizing the car was leaving without them.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:41 pm
*There were other cars. Thus began a plesant degeneration into a rolling traffic incident as they were pursued, shot at, andother cars joined the chase including police.
Absolute chaos and crashing cars behind them, Javos shifted forms and scrabbled for the magnum and ammo before returning fire int the car behind them, managing to only take one shot to his shoulder with a variety of curse words before causing their car to crash*
This is insanity...
Where did you learn to shoot?!
Iden taught me. Keep your head down.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:18 am
Hell Invertia
With a sudden explosion of a whispy black mist, Fenrir was spat out of thin air, into the harsh, bitter winter winds of a frozen landscape, and dropped into a mound of snow and ice. At first, every one of his senses were groggy. His vision blurred, hearing buzzed and all he could smell, was iron. Wait... As his eyes adjusted, it was revealed to the Gael is nose was infact fine, as he stared up at the bodies held high up in the air by towering spears set in the ground, where old blood pooled. Even the snow and ice he stood up in now, was rich with red dying.
Casting his eyes about, the Irishman noticed the endleess mass of such bodies on spears as far as the eye could see, and in the great distance, mountains all around forming a sort of massive crater, and smack dab in the middle, a castle.
"Well ******** me dead, aint this homey."
Fenrir turned to regard the Australian behind him grinning as he surveyed the scenery.
"Does it even snow in Australia?!"
Daniel cocked a brow across at Safta, who had taken rather fondly to her cloak and hood in the winds.
"Of course!... In exceedingly limited ranges..."
"Limited?.... That god forsaken a** end of the planet is massive! Anywhere it snows, is a large enough area."
"You're english, what the hell do you know?!"
"SHUT IT!"
Fenrir interrupted the pair bickering behind him, eyes narrowing as he lowered his body weight.
"Either of you hear that?..."
The Dragons started to in unisen, scout the surroundings, finding nothingof interest in the surrounding lightly forested area.
"You mean besides the blizzard?!"
"You really aren't a stealth savy pair, are you..."
As Safta was about to respond, bitterly, Daniel finding the situation a bit ammusing, Fenrir suddenly drew from the righ hip and turned to his right, firing a single shot.
Startled, the dragons stepped back, casting their eyes in the direction of fire, as something akin to, a Xenomorph fell out of a near b tree into the snow, long skull pulverised by the round.
"That looks like those bloody things that followed Constantine and I into the mansion..."
"So do they..."
Daniel in a rather non-chalant manner stated, pointing ahead, as a horde of individually mutated, and original Xeno's appeared from their camo cover, snarling, drooling as they approached the trio, soon enough, accompanied by still more, completely surrounding them.
"I really dont like this."
"You dont LIKE much, woman."
Fenrir drew the second revolver from the hip slowly, as the trio gradually backed up to eachother, forming a triangle as the predators crept gradually closer.
"Run..."
Safta shot a glare over her shoulder at Fenrir, Daniel just chuckling faintly as his eyes darted from one target to the next.
"WHERE?!"
As if it were the cue, Fenrir then shot forward, revolvers held out as he started firing into the horde ahead of him, Safta in an irrate panick racing after him as the Australian just laughed, bringing up the rear. The first four went down wihout much trouble, skulls and chest cavities exploding in showers of acid, shards of ice, bolts of cracking lightning, blossoming torrents of fire and ripping, tearing winds all caused by the glyph marked rounds used. This created a narrow opening in the ranks to start at, as the horde hissed and snarled with their charge. As one leapt for Daniel however, the Australian demonstrated some conciderable degree of skill as his turned, whipping a gauntlet covered hand out to sweep away the reaching talons, then followed up with the right hand, grasping at the side of the monster's head as it passed by him, and directed the momentum downward into the ground so he could drop a boot on its spin, continueing on with the other two. Meanwhile, as one raced in at Safta from the right, the woman skidded to a halt long enough to drop under the lunging predator's maw, and throw her open palms into the creature's chest. With a blood curdling roar, the Xeno felt its very essence, its life fource, its soul quaked, and forced through sheer power from its ody, leaving it to simply drop into the snow at her feet dead.
"Stay close!... This is going to be done in a rush!"
As Safta turned her eyes back ahead of them, she saw that which Fenrir had, and almost choked on her horror. Miles of open land ahead, and every inch of it, occupied by monsters. Ghouls, ARMS Ghouls, Displacer beasts, Xenos, Chimera's, Consumed and dominated Cainites, Garou, Wraiths, Demons, Devils, Abominations and more. The list went on and on for an eternity, and so did this path to the castle, it seemed.
"HA! I LOVE THIS GUY!"
Daniel for some reason was having the time of his life, as he whipped open his cloak to reveal the knightly armour beneath, strange chess piece looking symbol with an eye at the center engraved on the chest plate, while turning once more to face those that followed the trio.
Slamming his right foot down, the Aarchitect of the Mason tensed his body up, as Resilience took over and a Xeno crashed into his chest, crushing its own skull.
"Lemme take the point!"
Glancing back, Fenrir had no arguments, letting the fortified Mason take the lead position in the line.
"Guess that makes me the rear!"
"Constantly the butt of MY jokes, aren't you?!"
"OH THATS JUST BAD!"
And with that, Safta all the sudden vanished, her body blending into thin air without warning, and so as what looked like a bloodied and beaten old Cainite came running up from the rear with Celerity, Fenrir of course motioned to fire his weapons, however before he could the left side of the Cainite's head vanished just the same as Safta had, before an unseen force drove straight through the torso of the target, briefly caking the force in blood.
Safta, had taken to a Wolf like form, utilizing Obfuscation at the same time, becoming an invisible rear guard, as soon as the wind freed her form of the blood that made her visible.
"Moroi, vicious bastards, aye!"
"Fenrir cocked a confuzed brow at Daniel, as the Mason forced his way through the hordes in their path, knocking foes aside, cleaving at some with the broadsword e drew from his waist, and others, he forced aside with Dominate, pulverising their minds.
So distracted by the oddities he was travelling with, Fenrir almost missed the Displacer beast that lunged for him on the right, though noticed in time to take a forward dive under the beast, firing a lightning blessed round into the chest as it passed over.
This pacman-esque game would go on for nearly ten minutes, and seemed to be successful, till the ground started to tremble, fracture, then fissure open. In the sudden confusion, Daniel was tackled by a monstrous war Ghoul and taken to the left, as a large fissure split the earth open behind Fenrir, leaving the invisible Moroi Safta to skid to a halt, least she fall into the abyss.
As damaging as it was to the group being seperated, that wasn't the worst of it. They could all sense it, the Cainites more clearly than Fenrir. Something was rising up, to cause these tremmors. Something big, and their fears were confirmed as the earth errupted ahead, snw, ice and rock being hurle into the air, as a massive scaley clawed hand appeared from the earth, reaching for the sky, before slamming down on the army.
As if planned, the trio all cursed in unison, as yet more of this monster rose up gradually to reveal itself, ripping the ground up in the process.
Nidhogg, the Master, king of Dragons, had risen from the depths, spitting from its maw a chunk of Ygdrasil's roots, a chunk larger than any massive oak, though it looked like a stick as the dragon released it, four arms spanning out with its wings, legs still not yet freed, a roar that rattled the broken earth still being offered up, the stench of death and rotting decay flooding out from its breath.
"RUNNING! LOTS AND LOTS OF RUNNING!"
Fenrir would cry out as he broke for the right, Safta following as Daniel broke left.
It took some evassive genius, but Safta managed to catch up to Fenrir, and right as Nidhogg's rotting breath was released, Fenrir was taken up in the veil of the Moroi's Obfuscation, and Fenrir was able to excellerate his movements enough to carry himself, and the woman out of the line of fire, leaving the armies behind him to be instantly decomposed by the Dragon's deadly breath.
With two targets awol, Nidhogg's emmense hungry eyes turned to instead, target the Mason, who had only just managed to make it around to the Dragon's right side.
"Oh right, target the CONVICT!"
As Nidhogg took in a breath to release another cloud of erroding death however, Daniel vanished, the Gael Fenrir having reappeared some distance down the track still heading towards the castle, while Safta had doubled back to catch the Mason.
Before long, Daniel was once again in the lead, pushing through the forces, and Safta was carried by Fenrir so she could preserve her strength, and focus on concieling the party, it took an astonishing amount of effort for her to not only cloak the group, but go into the deeper realms of the discipline, and erase them from the minds, and memories of the armies that surrounded them, and more importantly, that of Nidhogg, the Uber Aeon.
Finally, the trio reached the castle, after some hour or so of madly racing through, but trying to avoid arrousing suspicion in the enemies so vast and numerous.
Tall, dark and ancient, a perfect resemblance to the once home of the man rumoured to be Dracula himself. Perfect for Corbin, not that Safta seemed all too impressed by the concept, concidering there were those among her order that were convinced he WAS Dracula.
Inside, the group remained hidden, concieled even though there didn't seem to be a single creature present within the walls, as if they were scared even to enter.
Not a one living thing, nor undead, till they opened the tall dark wooden doors that lead into the throne room. Now, the desin of the castle changed. Drastically.
A long hall with an assortment of armours along the walls, tattered old banners hanging from the cieling the full length depicting images of the DeSeer logo, the Blazeheart logo, the Ortus, the Brujah clan, the mark of the Diablerist, and more. On the floor, an old, faded burgandy maroon carpet that lead from the door the three stood at, all the way up to the steps, and on the raised platform, the throne. There he sat, the open pitch black coffin behind his tall throne built of bones, his hearts in urns at his feet and his six swords embedded in his chest.
Corbin. In his eldest looking, midevil form.
Seemingly endless cascading hair of pure white that fell over an aged and weathered face, as if he had seen decades of hardships like a mature aging human. A thick, though short beard and mustach unseen beneath the maw carved plate over the bottom half of his face, and visibly atrophied physique with gently shut eyes. the fallen, broken halo suspended above his head, tail tangled like a pit of black serpents on the steps and floor infront of him. A bare chest, and cloth wrapped around his waist, he looked every bit like a corpse, though at the same time... Somehow, peacful. He slept the sleep of the dead, Torpor. The ONLY sign of life in the god, was a tiny, ghostly deep purple flame, that floated eerily obove what would be the center of the halo, if it were whole.
The way the room had been designed, the hall led up to the throne, and the walls curved to meet behind it, with windows of stone carved into the brickwork around the king. Windows of stone, as they were, the didn't show view of the outside world, but that wasn't to say nothing could be seen through them.
Five windows in total, each as tall as a man, and each one dimly glowing with shifting, sporadic lights. Each one, flickered madly, displaying scenes from history, past, the present, and possibly the future? Who could know, as the images scrambled together, mixing and merging at a million miles an hour.
For what seemed like an eternity, the trio just stood there, silent, not a one of them uneffected by what they saw. Finally however, Safta spoke up in a hushed tone.
"So this... Is what a god, looks like..."
Fenrir glanced down at the Cainite cradled in his arms still, as Daniel continud to look on in awe.
"She said he was something that could never be looked upon. For some reason, I thought she exhagerrated, but I see it now... Safta?"
"I know, me to..."
Fenrir looked between the pair, completely lost as to what they meant.
"Me to what?"
Daniel looked to the Gael with humble liflessness in his expression, a sort of morbid depression.
"Is this what awaits us all, should we exist long enough?..."
While Fenrir narrowed his eyes at the Mason, mulling over the verbalization of what he, and Safta both felt seeing Corbin, the Moroi woman rolled out of Fenrir's arms to her feet, and sighed.
"Well?... We came here to do something, right?"
Both men nodded, looking as if they actually wanted nothing more than the opposite of what they came to do. Something about the sight of this sad, broken god king, was an infectious depression and morbid want for nothing more than perhaps, what he had. Sleep. More so, death. All three were 'immortal', and now, seeing this, feeling the fear that this was what awaited them all, wished they could gracfull fade away. They suddenly missed their mortality.
"So... Where do we even start?"
Fenrir queried, not exactly sure how either of the Cainites went about, what they did.
"Well first, we need to cut out, some of that work we need to do. YOU, are here because you're the cure to that virus, right? We need you to go about your tamaflu business, so that we have less mess to wade through."
It was right about that very moment, that Fenrir came to a startling realization. He had NO idea if he WAS the successful cure, let alone HOW to do it.
"Uh.... Well, heres the thing..."
And so Fenrir would go on to explain everything he knew about HIS virus, including the fact he only seemed to activate it while in the Berserkergang state. And with that thoroughly explained, both Safta, and Daniel turned to look at eachother, and realized they were thinking the very same thing.
Safta vanished, as the Mason out of no where, dropped Fenrir on his a** with a powerful right jab right on the button.
"Son of a b***h! WHAT THE HELL?!"
As he tried to stand up, Fenrir's hand was inexplicably swept out from under him as a brace, dropping him to the flat of his back, before Daniel's boot dropped on his chest.
"Never was a fan of you bastards. I'M a convict, YOU lot, are hailed as lady killers."
Pressing his full weight down on Fenrir's chest, Daniel went on as the Gael reached for the offending boot, only to have an invisible force pin his arms down.
"Now where's the justice in that, tatter head?"
"What the hell do you think you're doi-oh GOD. Are the pair of you that dense?! You can't force the Berserkergang like that you TWATS!"
Daniel almost choked on a short burst of laughter, as he drove a hard kick into Fenrir's ribs.
"Sound pretty pissed to me, tatt-WHOA!"
Without warning, as Safta dug her nails into the Gael's wrists, boiling scarlet energy errupted around the Blazeheart, sending Daniel skidding up the carpet, and Safta, as she reappeared, back into the double doors.
By the time the pair got to their feet and cleared their minds of the impact, Fenrir, was standing in the full Diabolis virus state, glowing crimson markings and all.
"Told you."
Daniel stated, rolling his neck with a groan.
"Wont make the beating I give you any less agonizing, convict."
"HA!... I love this guy, really I do."
"Yeah, heard you already, can we get this over with then?"
Safta was hardly as ammused by it all, tough went along with it, as the trio regrouped, Fenrir not having to put so much effort into retaining his Berserkergang, with the Australian standing next to him, poking him at random as they approached the sleeping king.
Both Safta and Daniel would stop a few feet from the base of the step, as Fenrir continued on up, cautiously, still completely in the dark as to how he was supposed to go about this. How to cure his Nephew. He fiured however, as good a start as anywhere, was to touch him.
So, it was with an open, steady hand and a gulp, that Fenrir reached out, and gently, rested his hand over Corbin's forehead.
And then, nothing.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 2:35 pm
INCOMING! ******** ******** ********!!! IDEN!
*Javos yelled from the backseat as to his horror, in the mirror, two bikes appeared out of the dust and careening, doggedly pursuing the stolen truck.
Inside... Javos flung himself on Alyna as the first bike caught up, shooting out the back window in a shower of glass, causing a furtehr stream of swearing to erupt from the beleagured cat*
DO SOMETHING!
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 2:49 pm
WHAT? WHY ARE WE SHOUTING? ....OH ******** OH ******** THATS WHY!
Iden was not liking the situation. It was rapidly descending from fun to anarchy in a hurry. With the air rapidly filling with more and more metal, he was having less car to drive, and less room to keep a line of sight to the road. This was a problem.
JAVOS! DRIVE!
The order was only given once, before Iden began to crawl over the seat. Braving the storm of metal, he left the car to the Ceilicans as he bodily hurled himself through the window, at the nearest biker.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 2:53 pm
YOU BETTER GET CONTROL OF THAT FAST - I DRIVE LIKE A MEXICAN!
What?! You drive?!
Of course!
Who taught you?!
ME!
*The truck swerved dangerously as Javos leapt for teh wheel as IDen vacated, gears crunching harshly as it lost momentum breifly, then picked back up as Javos found the accelorator in a hail of glass as the passenger side window was shot out, bullet lodging in the headrest by his ear. Another barrage of swearing, then the truck was suddenly turning, skidding around to travel down a tiny alley, weaving and wending through allies and roads, Javos INDEED driving like a Mexican as he tried to lose pursuers. He succeded, leaving only the bikers, unable to come up on the trucks sides in the narrow passages - the rest was up to Iden*
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 3:11 pm
Iden didn't hear a word Javos was saying. He was halfway out the window when the sharp corner was taken, which served to slingshot the reckless corpse in a flat spin. He was on a direct collision course, where he would bodily slam into the rider of one of the bikes. The key was, that Iden was ready for the impact. He doubted the biker was prepared to have an angry DeSeer's torso wrap around his chest and flip him backwards, leaving the bike to flip away.
The violence then began in earnest, as Iden wasted no time in bringing his knuckles down with extreme ferocity, meaning to cave the poor lick's head in quickly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:19 pm
*The licks' head caved without much effort, but this left Iden to deal with the gunfire from the other biker as he was denied a chance to shoot at immortal ceilicans by the alley sizes.
Wheeling his bike and rearing it onto its rear wheel briefly, he came down shooting for Iden;s center of mass, screaming with wild whoops of pleasure*
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:23 pm
The gunfire was the last noise the lick would make for some time. The first bullet thudded into the back of Iden's form, and brought his wrath on the shooter. He twisted, rising into a swift lunge. A second bullet slapped into his ribs, then a third and fourth, but his fist wrapped around the lick's throat. Mercilessly, Iden squeezed with the full power behind his arm, and hurled the Sabbat goon aside.
More were coming, of course. He wouldn't take long before he grabbed the bike and bounded onto the seat, revving the engine as he went. As he passed the dead lick he'd brained, he bent over and scooped up the firearm, then roared off after Javos and the car.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:40 pm
*only one pursuing bike knew where the truck and Iden had gone, and he'd be easy enough to dispatch. Driving like a total lunatic, Javos came to the edge of the city before the belagured and wounded truck died a death. Slidng out of the banged up vehicle, he and Alyna slunk into the fringes of the jungle, blending effortlessly with the leaves*
Did we lose them?
Think so..
Iden?
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:44 pm
Of course he'd be easy to dispatch. Iden had a gun now, and spraying a man in the chest often times would render him incapable of keeping on his bike. With the problem dealt with, it became an exercise in "haul a**" towards the edge of town.
He didn't bother with the breaks. One could hear the cry of exhiliration as the bike roared into the foliage and crashed violently...leaving a red cloud to slowly reform into a panting sociopathic Cainite with a penchant for high speeds and firearms.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:49 pm
There is a town a day north with phones. We will have to take two nights to reach it I think...
We can protect him during the day.
And you and I can catch up... I have missed you, Alyna.
And I you. Is your friend liek this all the time?
The boss? Sure. He's a maniac. Wait till you meet the Mistress...
*Javos went to Iden and nuzzled along his side, then headed into the jungle, silent and barely visible within seconds*
This way...
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:54 pm
Quietly, after Javos passed him by, Iden found himself pulling the pants off. There was a logical reason for this...he tied the legs loosely around his neck so the pockets wouldn't be open for the money to fall away, and then he fell forward onto all fours. He was a proper wolf before his palms hit the ground.
:: ******** this s**t, the sun can't hurt me now. After that chaos, I don't trust the pack to not follow us, and I've spent too long in this neck of the world already... ::
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