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 Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 12:52 pm
Rep was forced for the first time in his life to draw upon his knowledge of Grand Theft Auto (and who ******** said computer games didn't prepare you for ******** real life?) and of a few far less dramatic times when he had been forced to slip out from under the attention of the police. Sometimes a speeding ticket just wasn't convenient, like when your car was full of pirated games and weed. Right now though, a speeding ticket was the least of Rep's problems and he ducked and weaved through the streets, craning his neck or lowering his vision almost to dashboard level depending on who was in his way at any given time. The desire to smack Mark's hand away from the GPS like an irritable dad on a road trip was strong.
"Hi Cael." he said as he was presented with the unexpected - and somehow utterly ******** hilarious in it's horror - hand waving in front of his face. The explanation that said hand was potentially brought along for the sake of its fingerprints pushed him over the edge into a fit of hysterical laugher, spotting the flashing lights behind them through stifled snickering.
"Company!" he barked and almost sounded pleased with it. "Think this little banger of a motor can outrun them?" He knew it almost certainly couldn't, it was some ******** family car, but alleyways had a horrible ******** habit of ending in a dead end full of bins and hobos, at the very least the highway would be flat out.
"Guess we'll see. AND DONT YOU ******** HURL ON ANYTHING." he snarled at Mark as he spun the wheel in the direction of the highway.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 1:13 pm
There was a sudden coughing noise from behind Rep and Mark that definitely did not sound like Caelius just as the car turned onto the highway. "Where- where am I?" said a puzzled sounding voice "Who are you guys? What's going on? What-"
- And then there was some garging that definitely did not sound like someone being strangled or possibly stabbed, it was hard to tell since the rear view mirror only extended so far.
As they got onto the highway, so did the police cars, sirens blazing behind them, about five of them. A truck blared at them as they sped past it, effectively cutting it off. All that was missing really, from a highway speed chase, was a helicopter.
"Uh, not to alarm you," said Mark over the sound of someone dying, "I think we went the wrong way."
"Ten kilometers radius", said the Death lead calmly, and there was suddenly the sound of a window opening, the noise of cars horns even louder now as wind whipped around the inside of the car. There was the sound of a loud thud, and if Rep was still looking into his rearview mirror, he would be treated to the sight of a body falling out of the window to hit a few cars behind them, causing them to brake and crash into several police cars behind and create a massive pileup epicenter of destruction.
It really was amazing how Caelius just destroyed things by being there.
The window was still open, so Rep really had to scream to get anything heard, though somehow the Death lead had perfected the art of wind tunnels as his hair was somehow perfect. He did seem a little happier having just a hand now as opposed to the whole thing and was currently using Rep's coat to wipe off his daggers and then belatedly the case.
"I don't know how far ten kilometers is! I don't even know if we are driving towards or away!" Mark shouted through the wind and chaos. More police cars behind them, turning up the ramp. "Maybe just keep on driving forward!" That was directed towards Rep.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 1:41 pm
It was always kind of awkward when someone forgot to kill their body they brought on a road trip and for a few fleeting moments Rep found himself considering the moral implications of what they would now do with some guy in their car and if he'd be somehow held accountable for whatever ******** horrible fate befell the dude.
"How is there a RIGHT WAY?" Rep said irritably, stressed out to the extreme by the responsibility of not killing or maiming them by crashing the car in a fireball of death and trying to outrun a lot of very fast, very swanky police cars. "MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE DROVE." he snapped to the other man.
Cael's comment raised as many questions as it answered and Rep not for the first time found himself wondering if the other man enjoyed watching everyone ******** tear themselves apart trying to solve his ******** riddles as rep enjoyed watching people get mad. He let Mark deal with the science of the distance since it was his ******** busom buddy, while he kept his eyes grimly on the road.
The moral dilemma did conveniently resolve itself, as these things so often did around Cael, and helped them gain a bit of ground in the process. <******** SAKE." he blustered as the window was opened and suddenly he couldn't see a damn thing out of half of his vision, his hair suddenly a traitorous nightmare. He tossed his head like an angry horse and gritted his teeth, he didn't know what a kilometer was either but that wasn't his job.
"OH MY GOD." he yelled at the top of his lungs, still managing to have the words drip with sarcasm even at full volume. "FORWARD? NO BACKWARDS? NO INTO THE ******** PAST LIKE IT WAS A ******** DELOREAN? YOU ARE A GENIUS MARKY MCFLY"
But he kept darting forwards anyway, swerving startled drivers and narrowly skimming anyone stupid enough to not get the hell out of their way.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 2:06 pm
"We could move anywhere we wanted if it was a sci -fi movie including time travel!" Mark shouted back at Rep, "And I said miles not kilometers the GPS WAS A MISTAKE!"
For some reason Mark seemed most upset over the betrayal of the GPS as he kept on clutching onto it, torn between destroying it and just throwing it out the window.
More police sirens and then an even more terrible noise. Their car spluttered, and then came to a slow halt.
In the span of time it took for them to realize that their car was no longer moving, the front and back of the car smoking, two more police cars and a firetruck had pulled up towards the car, effectively blocking off all traffic.
"Put your arms up and step out of the vehicle," said a stern voice from the first of the two of police cars.
"Dude," Mark whispered to Rep, "cover me." He quickly climbed out of the car first and put up his hands, which was oddly heroic of him. "Um, I'm not from around here, I think I got lost. Can you like, tell me where the way is to the nearest gas station? I really need to go pee."
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 12:35 pm
"If we had ******** time travel I'd go back and punch your ma in the face." Rep snarled irritably, his voice lost in the whipping wind that tore through the car. His complaints (and oddly pleased complaints, as it seemed that Rep was at his most gleeful when he was whining and insulting people) trailed off as the car did, replaced with plentiful swears instead. "********." he was repeating as Mark stepped out of the car.
Rep wasn't afraid of the guns or the police themselves, he was more afraid about the cover-up if they drew their weapons and of the consequences that would result from such a thing. He'd only just gotten rid of Marie and really wasn't in the mood to get himself killed off.
"Should I go out?" he asked Cael in an exasperated drawl. He really hoped Cael didn't.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 1:15 pm
"A diversion," the Death lead stated, more fascinated in trying to see which finger would unlock the case, "they are preparing." It really was to be emphasized how good a mood he was in because normally his conversations started with 'you' and ended with 'suck'.
"You got some buddies in the car?" said the police officer that may or may not have actually been a police officer.
"Um," replied Mark, "they're injured and stuff. Because we you know, super duper crashed the car."
It was to be noted the didn't actually crash the car, the car had stopped because Toyotas were not meant to handle 100mph. The car still smoked and proved that it was a testament to not having flipped over a single time, with near perfect paint and no dents.
"Sir," continued the officer, "we're going to have to see your ID."
"Oh, uh," the Death assistant squeaked, "my ID is in the car trunk, which someone should cover for me because they owe me. In the trunk of the car."
Mark kept on looking at Rep the entire time he said it, and now the second officer was approaching the car, flickering his flashlight into the driver's seat. "Sir. Step out of the car."
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 1:24 pm
Rep gave Cael a brief curious look for his comment but as always, knew better than to ask for more details, leaving him to what he was up to for the time being and keeping an eye on the situation with Mark since any situation with Mark involved was prone to go utterly tits up without warning at any given moment.
Rep raised a brow at the second police officer and sighed heavily. "You aren't going to have a good night mate. They probably aren't paying you enough. They definitely aren't paying me enough." and this second comment was stated slightly louder than everything else just in case a capricious Death lead felt like handing out surprise raises.
But, compliantly for the time being he got out of the car, and not for the first time he realised just how goddamn weird he looked at this point next to civilians. The scars on his face were unusual to say the least, the two toned hair bizzare and the sheer physical build of his body somewhere off the edge of gym rat. At best he looked like a drug dealer, at worst something else entirely. He didn't put his hands up but instead neatly placed them on the trunk of the car.
"There. I've got my hands where you can see them." he smirked, all teeth and no mirth. "Gonna feel me up now?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 1:34 pm
The first of the two apprehending Rep shrugged-
- And then punched him in the jaw, with surprising impact, nearly dislocating it.
"We know you took our s**t," the officer re-positioned his brass knuckles. They glowed a faint red, etched with runes. "We're not ******** stupid, we're gonna get it back, and take you all in. This city is our sanctuary."
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 1:54 pm
Rep went from cocky and unafraid to reeling and gasping in pain, Tracey equally as startled and upset by a blow which shouldn't even have tickled.
he shrieked mentally.
He bent double briefly, fingertips kissing the ground briefly before he shoved himself back upright, cradling his jaw in one hand. It was a threat, this was a threat. The thought repeated over and over in his head and the earrings that were Tracey's totem began to glow.
Tracey said. An enormous axe would be difficult to explain.
"Go ******** yourself, anything we took was ours to begin with and it's ******** ours now. Finders keepers so you can suck my d**k." He swung back but in a rare show of restraint didn't actually summon yet.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:20 pm
"Well you can tell the rest of the New York branch they can suck my balls," said the officer, "I don't even know how you knew about the- hey, you, get back here, what do you think you're doing?"
This was addressed at Caelius, who had decided he was just going to leave the car and walk steadily away from everything, case and all. Warning gunshots were fired from the second officer, and the Death lead paused for a second, looking a little more annoyed than usual. "I'm taking your property out of radius."
It all seemed Hunters and not Hunters all did not enjoy the Death lead's puzzles as the gun officer just stared. "What the ******** does that-"
- And then the sky pulsed a brilliant green, sending a shockwave that ripped through highways, and sent everyone flying backwards. Cars, with passengers still in them, flipped several times, lights sparked and then faded, and then there was just darkness.
*
"Get up."
It was difficult to tell when Rep had passed out, but as he woke up, he would note that it as still dark, and everything was still possibly, on fire. Or just a small stack of vehicles.
Caelius and Mark were both conscious, and both were now looking at a shape heading towards them down the wasteland expanse of highway. Every step it took caused the road to shake, caused the pavement to crack, and as it neared a source of light, it became increasingly obvious that the figure was definitely not human, spanning almost fifty feet in height. It seemed to be made entirely from organic tree branches, thorns, and leaves, extremely reminiscent of how the walls on Deus looked like during the incident, a strange attachment of vines trailing from its back towards the distance like a reverse umbilical cord.
It focused bright green eyes on Rep as it absorbed the bodies of the unconscious police officers into it.
'You are different.' It spoke directly into their minds and it hurt, less like words and more images, knowledge that was too impossible to comprehend, words that held value beyond their scope of understanding. 'I will consume you, and I will become more.'
Long cord-like vines buried into the pavement and shot out all directions at Rep, forming a cage around him. Thorns began to grow around the cage, as the cage began to draw closer towards the central body of the thing.
Now was probably a really good time for him to summon his weapon. OOC VERSUS THE UNJOLLY GREEN GIANT: HP 200/200 Auto damage: 5 per swing A gargantuan creature made entirely out of seemingly organic material, any contact with the creature results in possibly being impaled by its nasty thorns. It moves slowly, but each attack, or any attack by the vines surrounding it, laid around cleverly like a trap, will result in massive damage.
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:43 pm
Rep was still rubbing his jaw concernedly as Cael wandered off like someone else's cat, not envying the guys who tried to stop that fabulous ******** one tiny iota, shield ignoring knuckledusters or not. He was almost pleased, grinning when Cael turned back in anticipation of the fact they were probably going to get murdered.
Unfortunately there was no spectating murder that day as the second explosion that day made the first look like nothing at all and Rep's last thought before he blacked out entirely was that he needed to get back to Harrison.
"Uhhhhh." Rep exhaled in a groan, opening his eyes and pulling himself to his hands and knees, looking around at the burning wreckage with a sort of grim resignation. He stood as soon as he was able, hoping against all hope that whatever the ******** had happened was over.
As usual he was wrong and as he followed Mark and Cael's gaze he realised just how ******** wrong he actually was. The thing defied comprehension and that fact became even more notable when it turned its attention on him, the voice (if it could even be CALLED that) making him feel absolutely nauseous with the flashing flickering promise and potency of its words. Even as it addressed him he wanted it to stop, uncomfortable in a way he only ever got when forced to deal directly with knowledge in any way, his entire life spend avoiding his own intellect and anything that could be construed as an IQ. It felt abhorrent and immediately he knew he had to fight back, that it wouldn't consume him if he had anything to say about it.
The cage freaked him out even more, a claustrophobia taking root rapidly at the memory of the cage he had almost found himself trapped in back in the lighthouse portal. Flighty and with adrenaline flooding his system thanks to both fear and the threat of imminent combat, he summoned Tracey.
"You widnae like me, I'm all red meat." he said, and leaping forward set to using the axe for what axes had always been best at, chopping down ******** huge plants.
HP: 55/60
DMG: 5
Charge: 1/3 tick
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Zoobey rolled 4 12-sided dice:
11, 11, 5, 9
Total: 36 (4-48)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:46 pm
The plants shattered like brittle glass around Rep. There was a saying about hydras that would have been appropriate, as from the severed stubs grew a few more vines, lashing outwards.
"Get down!" That was Mark, and it was immediately obvious why, as the unjolly green giant took another step and there was a click and then the sound of two simultaneous explosions. The air roared, and there was a loud ringing, as the impact pushed everyone back a little more, bits and pieces of thorns and green raining around them between the heavy smoke. The Death assistant coughed, and then ran out of the smoke cloud as well. "Is it dead?"
The answer was a steady not really, as the pavement chattered again, and vines lashed out from the grey cloud to grab at the furthest of the three-
- Who most definitely did not like being touched as they were severed neatly and cleanly with Circe. The severed pieces immediately retraced their steps, snagging onto Mark instead, lifting him into the air. The Death Assistant, instead of doing anything sensible, yelled and flailed like crazy, random items dropping on the ground from being flung around like a towel. Baneful Mark - 16 dmg (55/60 HP) Caelius - 10 dmg (???/??? HP) = 169 HP remaining
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 10
Total: 19 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 3:04 pm
Rep exhaled through his gritted teeth as the vines lashed out at him, edging too close to his snake phobia and reminding him in their thrashing of the vines which had tried to take root in his body back in the bowels of the famine heartland. He tried not to think too hard about it, well aware if he got in too deep to his anxiety and phobia that he wouldn't be able to attack, he wouldn't be able to do anything but completely lose it and run. He gritted his teeth and tried to think of something, anything else other than snakes and s**t that was too much like them.
Mark jarred him out of it, making him flinch back from the lashing plants as the explosion hit too late for him to get down but which ensured he got down anyway. Rising again coughing himself, he did raise a brow at Mark, uncertain if it had been an intentional explosion or some accident involving something they'd probably really need later.
Regardless of if it had been intentional or not, Rep immediately leapt to the aid of the other man who obviously needed help more than Cael did at present.
<> Tracey cooed soothing things to Rep as they went, but even Rep could hear the strain in the fallen angel's voice at the steady damage they were taking from the lashing tendrils. "This is like the ******** tree all over again." Rep snarled as he spun the axe around and cleaved it deeply into some of the tendrils currently flailing Mark around.
<>
HP: 50/60
DMG: 13
Charge: 2/3 tick tick
HP: 156
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Zoobey rolled 4 12-sided dice:
6, 3, 10, 2
Total: 21 (4-48)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 3:18 pm
"Dude that was my coat!" shouted Mark, who managed to stop, drop, and roll, and somehow manage to pick himself up. He reluctantly summoned his weapon because he honestly hated fighting and really wasn't that great at direct contact battle, as indicated by trying to use shears to cut vines still wrapped around his ankles only to fail halfway. "I thought you said things were going to be simple!" This was shouted at his division lead.
"And you said we would drive ten kilometers out of radius," Caelius replied calmly, once again proving that scythes were the superior hedging ornament.
"Ten miles," Mark began to laugh and cry hysterically, "oh my god I'm losing my mind, I'm being eaten by a giant tree monster," he wasn't because Rep saved him, "and all I can think about is that I never fixed the GPS."
A larger branch swapped him and sent him reeling backwards, his weapon clattering out of reach as he sadly and over-exaggeratedly limped over to get it. "I am a failure." OOC Mark - 3 damage HP 50/60 Caelius - 6 damage HP: 145 total remaining
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 8
Total: 19 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 3:44 pm
"MY COAT IS PROBABLY ******** ASHES AT THIS POINT." Rep bellowed in anger, clearly finding the coat comment a very raw nerve. He went through so many ******** coats these days and if polar bears weren't endangered already they would be simply by merit of Rep having to re-fur new coats every ******** times someone ruined them.
His butthurt was at the very least of a short duration because despite himself, he enjoyed fighting, even when it was against something that danced a little too close to his nightmares and which didn't seem to be backing off much at all.
"Who even ******** uses kilometers?" Rep said irritably. "Where the hell are you even from Cael?" Part of him liked to just imagine the Death lead being put together in a lab somewhere, a sort of mewtwo style creation from the best parts of other previous hunters gone terribly wrong. Normally he wouldn't have dared joke with the Death lead even in passing, but the present predicament gave him confidence, figuring they were all distracted enough by what they were doing to not murder each other.
At least intentionally.
Tracey swung a little too close to Mark and Rep was forced to stop dead, losing the momentum of the blow, but recovered, in another moment twisting the axe at the vines, keeping them clear of Mark as Tracey lit up in a flashing array of red runes.
"We are all failures, cheer up."
HP: 45/60
DMG: 13
Charge: 3/3 tick tick tick
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